“Wait, you did what?”

The Usual Spot still smelled like sex. It always seemed to reek of it these days. Not that Salty was complaining. The pungent smell of sweat and musk permeated everything, sinking into the ground and ingraining itself into the bark of the trees surrounding the small canopied clearing, buzzing in the air like static. The scent of unfamiliar wolves was also present in it somewhere, and as Salty sniffed up the air, he noticed Shakey taking a whiff as well. The two of them were alone today, and the air, even the addition of those new and mysterious scents, smelled just as good as it always did.

Some of those smells seemed pretty fresh, especially the unfamiliar ones. He would have to ask Humphrey or Mooch about that sometime. Especially Humphrey; he couldn’t imagine Mooch picking any hot males on just charisma alone. Until then, the two of them had things to do, and talking wasn’t one of them.

Shakey stopped in his tracks dead-center in the middle of the clearing, and it took all of Salty’s reflexes not to face-plant directly into his cushy rump. Walking behind him was a great decision, given the show he had been privy to the entire walk over, but the sudden break had been unexpected. The smaller wolf of the two cast a grin over his shoulder, bucking his hips a singular time with a light rump-bounce. The wolf’s big ass still had nothing on Humphrey’s, but really, whose did?

“You heard me. What, do you need to clean your ears out?” The earth-toned wolf smirked, giving a slight chuckle as his rump-cheeks collided with that telltale clap and ripple. “I swiped a couple of things from the humans! Trust me, those two were smashed, they couldn’t have seen me if I was right in front of their faces.”

“You are really not supposed to do that, dude.” Salty’s reprimand was undercut by the obvious impressed chuckle in his voice. Truth be told, he was impressed. It took some serious skill to steal from a human, any wolf knew that. He just had no idea that Shakey was the type. “If they saw you, you’d be dead meat! It better have been worth it.”

Salty’s stomach fluttered, and that special spot between his legs throbbed, when he saw his friend’s eyes half-lid so sensually. Him and Humphrey were always so good at giving that look, and it meant that either sex or mischief was around the corner. Possibly both if he was lucky.

“Oh yeah.” His voice was as smooth as silk. It made the fur on Salty’s neck stand on edge, a shiver zipped its way down his spine with every last syllable. “It was more than worth it.” 

Salty could have sucked in a breath, but he held it steady. The anticipation of his words alone, coupled with the way his smaller friend was stealing his rump away from his face so quickly, was almost too much to handle. He had no idea what it could have been, but Shakey was never known for his skill in lying.

“Trust me, this is about to change the whole game!” Shakey’s smirk was audible; he didn’t even need to see it to know it was there. His hips were swaying too, and with the best kind of side-to-side sauciness as well. All that teasing had almost distracted Salty from the main event, but a glint of light caught Shakey’s claw when it pointed toward the base of a far-away tree. The dirt at that location was disturbed, that much was obvious, but Shakey honed in on it like he had done it a hundred times, pawing at the dirt with just his claws and toes. “Here, lemme show you. You’re about to be so impressed.”

All it took was a couple digs of his paws to clear the loose dirt out of the way, and Salty sat himself down, watching carefully as Shakey unearthed whatever it was he was hiding. A swipe of the earth-toned wolf’s paw did the trick, and out of the hastily-dug hole came the thing he was looking for: a medium-sized, purple mesh bag, tied with an elastic cord at its mouth. Salty had seen the humans carry those things on hikes and camping trips, and he knew it was where they stored their valuables. But what exactly a pair of oversexed Omegas could want with human items was a mystery to him. 

He would have cocked his head, but Shakey was a step ahead of him. He tossed Salty a smirk from across the way, fangs gleaming in the light with a glint from a single held-up claw, before it sliced through the mesh form of the bag. Shakey’s claw ripped the thing open without any resistance at all, leaving a vertical cut down the middle with an audible shred of cloth. What lay inside that thing, Salty had no idea about. But as the cloth was ripped open and the contents spilled out onto the dirt, he finally saw what Shakey thought he would be so impressed by.

And was he ever impressed. 

He never knew that humans could be so kinky. He was familiar with his fellow wolves, but even they didn’t have the imagination for anything like this. Or the hands, for that matter. The second that Shakey sliced open the mesh of the bag, a multitude of what seemed likefully-erected, multi-colored dicks tumbled out, in all sorts of colors and shapes and sizes. Some clearly human, some wolf-like, some he had never imagined, with a wide flare on the end and a thick ring in the middle of a long and girthy shaft. He couldn’t help but gulp as his belly flared up, and the scent of musk soon became all-the-more powerful in the air. And they all just kept coming, in at least three different shapes, but a variety of colors and sizes. The colors alone ranged all the way from night-sky black to fluorescent red, the sizes from average to so big that it would have given him or Mooch a run for their money. Some of them (especially the flared ones) were so massive that the thought of anyone taking them all up any of their holes was mindboggling. Just the idea made his sheath throb, and his tailhole quiver; he had always loved a challenge.

He had no idea humans were so kinky. But now that he knew, him and Shakey sharing a cocky grin between them as his stupefied look turned back to excited confidence, he couldn’t wait to see what his friend had planned.

The air was silent for a while, no doubt as Shakey gave him the time to take it all in. He didn’t waste a second, his eyes flitting from dick to dick, large and larger alike. But the quiet had to break sometime, and Shakey’s voice was the thing to break it.

“So,” The smaller wolf grinned, planting his bubble-shaped rump down on the ground with a heavy thud. “How do you like ‘em? The campers I took these from just had the bag lying on a table in their RV. They even left the door open for me! I say it was worth the risk, eh?”

As much as Salty disapproved of Shakey taking that kind of risk, he couldn’t help but nod. If stealing those… things from the humans was the only way to get them, he supposed it had to be worth it. Maybe it was the sex talking; it probably was. But as he took all those colorful things in, trying to figure out just what they were made of from smell alone and coming up empty-pawed, he found he didn’t care much about the danger anymore. 

He nodded, eyes glinting carnally as he pulled himself back from his thoughts. 

“Nice find, dude.” He grinned, chuckling roughly and leaning back casually where he sat. “So, uh... what are they again?”

Shakey chuckled, rolling his eyes off to the side.

“When I was trailing those campers,” He said, his tone as smug as it was been all day. “I hear them use the word ‘toys’. I think they’re some kinda sex thing. I just dunno, honestly.”

Clearly, from his tone of voice, he did. The shape was an obvious giveaway.

“I think the humans use these to, heh…” He chuckled lightly, more of a speed bump for effect than an actual laugh. “Make things more fun, if you get me. I mean, why just use what you’ve got between your legs, when you’ve got thumbs and can make more?”

Salty scratched his chin. Now that he thought about it, it did kind of make sense. He could maybe see the perks of those strange, phallic ‘toys’ for humans, but for wolves…

The lightbulb turned on, and his sheath throbbed harder than it had in days. Reba would love one of these, that was for sure. He could see it now: him, plugging one of her holes with what he already had, before pulling out one of those things and filling her other hole, maybe even her mouth, with all of its size.

Yes. Now it made sense. The idea was sounding even more fun now. And if he could have that kind of fun with Reba, what kind of fun things could the Club get up to?

It all made sense now. Shakey was right; this was a game-changer. Instead of Reba, now it was Mooch, or even one of them. Hell, he might even convince Humphrey to play along. Now that would have been a sight to see.

Pulling himself back to reality for the second time, he nodded heavily.

“Makes sense to me.” He grinned and straightened up a bit, his eyes alternating between his friend and the stack of colorful toys in front of him. He couldn’t help it, his imagination was starting to run wild. So many shapes, so many sizes, so many holes to fill, and in so many different ways. It took everything he had just to talk with all those ideas banging around, begging to be let out. “You really thought outside the box, huh?”

“Well, that depends.” Shakey’s tone fell dark, and his grin turned devilish. A growl escaped his throat, and his claw traced itself over the hard and rigid surface of those many fake cocks, not leaving so much as a scratch. “They’re kinda like real dicks when you think about it; it’s not the size, it’s how you use ‘em. So how about we get to using, huh?”

“Experimenting, eh?” Salty snickered. “Well, I’m always up for some off-the-cuff kinda fun. So, how do you wanna play this? Just pick a toy and get to riding, or did you have something else in mind?”

Shakey snickered, fangs gleaming just as brightly as his eyes in the sunlight overhead. His paw groped at a couple of toys before settling on one: a bright red toy in the shape of a wolf-cock, and sporting an impressively-sized knot. Salty could help but chuckle a bit as Shakey drew it close. The size and color reminded him so much of his own, or maybe Humphrey’s.

“I picked mine.” Shakey said simply, his tail motioning toward the pile. “Now it’s your turn. Come on over and take one that looks fun. If you think you can choose, that is.” That devious look in his eyes shone again, but Salty did his best to ignore it before making his way over to the split-open bag, mulling over every last one of those artificial shafts at a time.

So many choices, and only so much time to make them. He didn’t think he could handle more than one; hell, Mooch had had a hard time handling two real cocks, let alone these sizable fakes. All of them seemed to be above-average in their size too, now that he looked at them.

He supposed it made sense as he found himself mulling over a pitch-black one with a flare at the head, one with a truly massive size the likes of which he had never seen on any wolf before. If humans liked anything, it was for things to be big, that much was obvious.

The length of the thing intimidated him. He wasn’t too proud to admit that; he could practically feel it rearranging his guts as he took it all in. Doing his best to count of his toes, he gulped when he hit his estimate. That monster had to be at least a foot-and-a-half, maybe even two feet, in just length alone. The only thing that was missing what a knot; only the wolf ones seemed to have those, which seemed a little weird to him. Did humans and whatever the flared one was not have knots? 

The girth was immense as well. It might even have rivalled Mooch’s ass-splitting size! The chubby wolf would have blushed at first sight, bashful at even being competed against, and he was easily the thickest in the whole group. He couldn’t imagine taking that much cock into his body, especially with that flare on the head that seemed almost double the shafts’ thickness. Getting past it would be like taking a cock knot-first, and his hole throbbed just at the thought of it.

But then again, even as he pawed at toy after toy, he found himself going back to it. It was always there at the edge of his field of view, like a black tree trunk against the ground, and as long as it remained in at his periphery, his sheathed cock throbbed and his tailhole quivered needily. He salivated, unable to stop himself from imagining the feeling of that massive girth stretching his lips wide, holding his throat open as its gargantuan length plumbed down near his stomach. He licked his chops, barely managing to swallow down a dollop of drool before it escaped his mouth. He just hoped that Shakey didn’t see, or he would never live it down.

There was no way he could take it, not yet anyway. The giant thing would rip him apart, there was no way around it. He would be stupid to even try. If he didn’t hurt himself within the first few seconds on just the flared head alone, he would have considered himself the luckiest wolf in Jasper. But even if his mind was telling the truth, and his brain was talking sense, he still couldn’t ignore the throbbing underneath his tail. It was like a whisper in the back of his mind, begging, pleading. Demanding, daring him to take it, and take it all. His eyes shifted from the blue humanoid one he was considering back to it, and this time, his sight didn’t leave. The need welled up in his belly, bravery burning in his chest. He huffed, groaning in frustration.

He couldn’t have stopped the words if he wanted to, and he growled deep as he spoke them, deeper than he ever had before.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled it under his breath, but Shakey perked up. He had heard, and an excited grin was blooming over his muzzle. Excited, and as horny as ever.

“What was that?” Shakey chimed in, that hopeful, knowing smirk blazing like a flame.

“I said…” He choked the words out, practically spitting as his cock gave another needy throb, hardening rapidly at the ideas rushing through his head. “I said fuck it…! I’m taking the biggest one!”

“You sure about that?” Shakey tilted his head to the side, half amused and seemingly half concerned. “It’s pretty big! Bigger than any dick I’ve seen you take anyway. That thing’s a two-footer, you know.”

But Salty had wrapped his claws around its mammoth girth (or, at least as far as he was able to, which wasn’t very far) before Shakey had had a chance to finish. He met Shakey’s grin with a devilish smirk of his own, eyes shining like stars and fangs glinting. 

“I know.” He growled, almost like he was daring Shakey to join him. “It’ll be a challenge alright. And I don’t back down from a fuckin’ challenge.”

A certain light shone in Shakey’s eyes, and his grin widened. 

“Shoulda known.” The earthen-furred wolf chuckled, his tail swishing noticeably against the clearing floor. “I should have known you’d go for the big one, you crazy bottom! Honestly, I was kinda hoping you’d go for that one. Kinda seems like your style. That way, you can give me one hell of a show.”

“Hey, what can I say?” Salty gave a dry laugh of his own, taking the toy in his fangs and holding it proudly. “I like ‘em big! Always have.”

“Another thing you and me have in common, ha!” Shakey’s chuckle was cut short by a long, lewd slurp when he bent down to give his chosen canine toy a slow, slobbering lick up from knot to tip. When he straightened back up, he held it in his paw straight-up, that bright red shaft dribbling with thick spit like pre from the real deal.  “Now, how about we shut up and get to work, huh? These things aren’t gonna lube themselves up! I’ve still got some surprises up my sleeve.”

“Hey,” Salty huffed playfully, doing his best to take that enormous toy in his paws. It took both paws to hold it horizontal, and his mouth watered just looking at it. “That’s my job! I’m the Wildcard here!”

“Sure,” Shakey said curtly, holding that toy with his paw flat against its fanned-out bottom, the spit-dripping tip poised so perfectly at his lips. “But I’m the one with the surprises today. Get used to it, dude.” Shakey’s last word hit like a rock, but the mockery was cut short by a pleasured, gulping moan when the smaller wolf shoved his paw forward, slipping that knotted toy past his own lips in a smooth and slow push.

Truth be told, Salty hadn’t really noticed the flared bottoms until now. He had been so busy ogling the length of his chosen toy that he had failed to notice it. He shrugged a bit as he inspected it: its purpose was obvious, that much was easy to figure out. But when he placed his paw flat against its underside, he found it wasn’t flat. It was concave, like a shallow hole in the ground, and after pressing further, he couldn’t help but gasp. It was like an invisible force had sucked his paw flat up against its surface, and when he drew his leg back, the toy didn’t budge. Instead, his paw remained stuck to it, and he felt as if he had tried to shake it off, it would have stayed firmly attached. He gave his paw a sudden jerk, and the toy stayed on.

Shakey clearly had more experience with these ‘toys’ than he was letting on. He would have asked the other wolf how this worked, or if he knew at all, but he was too busy closing his eyes and fucking his own mouth with the thing to talk, that lupine knot hammering away at his muzzle. So Salty just sighed with an amused chuckle and positioned the toy like Shakey had, finding himself staring down that flared beast of a tip with a mixture of fear and excitement. The two mixed in his stomach, clashing to create a twinge of reluctance. 

That is, before the bravery came along again. It forced that feeling down, and with a healthy dose of lust added to the mix, he refused to wait any longer. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go, pressing his paw forward, and savoring the feeling of that massive, flared tip pressing so perfectly against his lips, buckling them in like he had never thought was possible.

Shakey had taken a lot of cocks in his day, loads of them in fact. But he had never taken one like this. The texture was unlike anything he had ever felt in his mouth before, hard and cock-shaped, but rigid and not at all fleshy. There was no give to whatever material it was made out of, like stone or tough wood. He had been expecting the feeling of a real shaft, but as the flare popped past his straining lips, all he got was that same feeling all the way down. 

The taste was something else as well. There was no musk to it, no scent save for something synthetic. He couldn’t tell what it was; humans were always a mystery to him, and the things they made even moreso, so there was no way he could figure out what this fake dick was made of. It wasn’t natural, that was for sure. The taste was almost bitter, and that strange, indescribable flavor flooded his mouth as soon as the shaft touched his tongue. It filled his nose, and for as long as it was inside of his maw, it was the only thing he could smell.

He wasn’t sure he liked it. With wolves, they all had their unique scent, their own spin on the same basic smells and aromas. Something musky, something heady, something alive. But the toy tasted different, and it certainly didn’t hold a candle to a real wolf’s cock.

But then again, no wolf was as big as it either. He didn’t know a single wolf from either pack that could have compared to the huge toy’s sheer size. The flare had almost been too much for his lips, and they stung from the stretching strain. The rest of his mouth felt the same, but he soldiered on an inch at a time, feeling it pass his gag reflex in all of its nearly-lethal girth. He had been right about being barely able to take it; the shaft was so wide that, as it entered his throat, he felt like he had to spit it out. The girth held the muscles of his throat open like no other, and he breathed steadily through his nose only to find that it wasn’t enough. His airway was quickly becoming blocked, and he sucked in a glut of air through his nostrils, breathing that scent deep, only to just barely stave off the incoming lightheadedness. He supposed it came with practice. Or maybe it was just the girth alone. After all, Shakey seemed to be doing just fine with his toy. 

Either way, he didn’t back down from the challenge. He had no idea how much he had taken, but judging from the length in front of his face, he still had a ways to go. So he buckled down, glancing at Shakey as he slammed away at his own throat with that canine toy of his, and pressed on. All it took was a knowing, supportive wink from the other wolf across the way to help him throat the next few inches. And every inch of lip-stretching, mouth-filling, throat-tearing girth that slipped down his maw brought him closer to his goal.

He would bottom this thing out. He had to. And when it was done, and the entire flared cock oozed and shone with his spit, it was going under his tail. Right into his other hole, all the way down to the base, again and again. He would ride this massive thing like he was born for it, because in that moment, he knew he was. He couldn’t wait to see Shakey’s face when he pulled it off, or when it was his turn to take it all up his own rump.

Yeah. That would make it all worth it.

Until then, he had a toy to deepthroat. He sucked in another breath through his nose, taking another few inches. That suction-cupped flare at the bottom was growing closer now, and he was getting used to the way it stuffed his throat. His breathing was evening out, the stinging pain in his stretched-out lips was drowning under a tide of his own lustful endorphins. He was even starting to love the way it gaped his oral end wide, holding his throat open like he had swallowed a log. Down the shaft he went, inches at a time, focusing in just his own breathing and the flared end as it neared his mouth more and more.

Shakey was even starting to pay attention now. A loud slurp broke the concentrated silence of the clearing as the smaller wolf pulled that knotted phallus free, and an amused smirk made its way across his face as he leaned back. He didn’t say anything. He just sat there, lying back and leaning up against a tree, watching. That cocky grin was tinged with impressed pride now, even as a claw worked its way under his tail, soaked with spit, to tease at his own hole idly. He winked, making a show out of the way he prodded and fingered at his own tailhole, toe soaked in his own spittle.

But Salty didn’t have time to pay full attention to that. The end of the toy was coming, and it was coming fast. He hadn’t realized it, but he had been taking a steady feeding of that toy for the past few seconds, not shoving it in a few inches at a time anymore, but instead taking it like a normal cock.

He really was born for this. And Shakey seemed to know it. He nodded, as best he could, letting out a silicone-muffled moan around that girth stuffing his throat. 

“Mmph, good.” The thought rattled around in his head, echoing off the walls of his skull. “Just keep watching…!”

He summoned up as much horny courage as he could. The end of the line was in sight, and he felt like he would need it. Him and Shakey made eye contact, their eyes burrowing into each other, flame staring into flame. The sparks between them were practically visible, lighting up the clearing as intensely as the sun overhead. Salty took a deep breath, his paw flat against the end of the toy, still firmly sealed on the cup.

“Do it, Salty.” 

Shakey’s voice broke the silence like the crack of a whip, and Salty’s cock, which he was only now realizing was raging at full-mast, gave a heavy throb against his underbelly. Even with his nose blocked by the scent of the plastic, and his attention so focused on his mouth, he almost felt silly for not noticing.

“Do it, Salty. Shove it all in the rest of the way. I wanna see.”

Salty couldn’t have denied his friend the show he wanted. So he gave him the one he had been waiting for, and his paw suddenly came to a stop. With only five or so inches to go, it couldn’t be that hard to take. He had taken the rest, after all. 

The toy stood no chance. His throat was the Alpha here, and that fake shaft was his Omega bitch. He steadied himself, drawing in one more plastic-tainted breath, more his paw shoved forward with all his might, and that pitch-black, flared shaft followed.

He had been expecting something difficult, something explosive. But instead, that one shove was surprisingly uneventful. It was just like any other of the previous shoves, albeit with more inches being pushed at once. All it took was a reflexive gag and another moan, and before he knew it, the lips that a few seconds ago had been stretched to their limits were now locked tightly around the base of the toy, like the root of the biggest knot he had ever taken.

He had never felt so full. Well, maybe there was that one time when he sucked off three Alphas at once, knots and cum and all, but that had been a special occasion. The point remained, and even that experience hadn’t prepared him for this. The stretching sensation of those two feet of artificial dick had spread to his stomach proper, and he felt like he had just eaten a meal way too big for him to handle. The only difference was that there was no urge to belch; the toy would have blocked it either way.

Before he could think about it too much, however, the sound of applauding paws knocked him back to reality. Shakey had withdrawn his paw from under his tail, and was slowly clapping it against the other, a satisfied grin on his muzzle where he sat watching. Their eyes met again, and Salty threw him the best cocky glare he could. It was the only thing he could do, with his mouth being stuffed and all.

“Wow, you actually did it!” Shakey chuckled, almost sounding beyond belief before his applause died down. “To be honest, I thought you’d try and back out. Looks like I was wrong. Good job, you insatiable little bitch.”

Shakey shot him a very human thumbs-up, and Salty returned it. As fun as the whole situation was, he would be relieved when he could breathe properly again.

“But the fun’s not done yet.” Shakey’s tone reverted, back to the devious smugness that Salty loved from him. “Don’t think that toy’s going in just one of your holes! You better get ready for round two, ‘cause it’s about to start.”

Surprisingly for Salty, the toy came out much easier than it went in. All he had to do was carefully drag his paw up and back, and that pitch-black shaft slipped noisily out of his throat without so much as a stab of pain. It felt weird, taking a cock down his throat that didn’t leak or throb or cum. But he put that strange feeling aside, feeling a little empty when, finally, a wet pop sounded out throughout the clearing, and the flared cocktip freed itself from his mouth at last. For the first time in minutes, he breathed clearly again. He almost gasped for it, breathing deep through his mouth like it was his first time tasting fresh air in days. 

He had never been so happy for the scent of musk and sex in his life. It flooded through his nose, wiping out the smell of the plastic, and flooded over his tongue to carry it out with every gulp and exhale. His breathing returned to normal, and the strange flavors faded. He closed his eyes, drew a couple of deep breaths, and released a satisfied moan from deep in his cock-gaped throat.

“Ahhh, that feels good.” He sighed. “That was fun, but I’ll stick to normal dicks in my mouth from now on.”

“Yeah,” Shakey remarked, his tone snide as he straightened up, still holding onto that spit-smeared, knotted toy. “They’re way better. But for now, let’s get to work on my fun, alright?”

“Your fun?” Salty asked, taking one final deep breath before the throbbing of his cock alerted him to the task at paw. “You said you had something up your sleeve, didn’t you? You gonna tell me about that now?”

Shakey’s face turned dark and devilish again, taking on that mischievous quality that they both loved.

“You bet I am.” He smirked. “Trust me, you’re gonna love this one. Well, me too, actually!”

Salty’s eyes widened when Shakey lifted that canine toy just a little bit higher. It shone with spit, just like the toy that he was holding in his own paws. Shakey’s spittle dribbled down the sides in rivets, dripping softly onto the ground with droplets so quiet that he could barely hear them at all. Their eyes met, just in time for the smaller wolf’s smirk to turn toothy.

That is, before he tossed his paw back, and the toy went flinging off into the forest behind him. It landed with a soft rustle of shrubbery at the base of a random tree, lost in the greenery, and Shakey didn’t even seem to care. In fact, he almost seemed happy to see it gone.

“You’re not gonna be needing that one anymore.” Shakey’s words were curt and all too casual. His smirk flashed, and the smaller of the two made his way back up to all fours. “Chuck it back in the pile, I’ll get that one later.”

Salty, for a second, stood confused. What did he mean, to chuck it back in the pile? If he had just taken the biggest toy on the bag by a long shot, why get rid of it? Surely Shakey would have wanted it, now that it was properly lubed-up and ready. Salty opened his mouth to ask all of those questions and more, but the other Omega was already on the move, circling back around the tree that lay behind the bag.

Salty did as he was told, taking one last longing glance at the spit-smeared, flared toy before tossing it back into the pile. It landed perfectly, and his mouth panged a bit, like his throat missed its presence. He watched as Shakey circled behind that tree by a little bit, sniffing around for something. He was so busy wondering what it could be that he almost forgot to admire his friend’s rump in all its glory, and it took a lot to distract him from that particular sight.

What could he have been saving? Something better than that black toy? What could have been better than that? Knowing Shakey, it had to be good. He always did have good taste.

His questions were answered before he had even thought to ask them aloud. Shakey emerged back into the clearing with something in his mouth. Something long, and as black as the toy he had just thrown away. In fact, it looked just like it, except…

Salty gulped, just in time for Shakey to plant his fat rump down in the ground next to him. It was another toy, definitely, but it was different from the ones in the pile. His eyes surveyed its length, wide and pup-like as they scanned over its onyx shaft and flared head. But as his gaze shifted toward the base held in Shakey’s fangs, he couldn’t help but notice the throb going through his hole.

It was like two of the previous toy had been melded end-to-end. Held in Shakey’s teeth was a sizable ring, like the kind one of the other flared shafts had sported, but there was no suction-cupped end, only another length on Shakey’s side. He marveled at it, taking in both massive shafts held in one straight line, both ass-breaking flares on their respective ends, and the sheer size of it all that made his head spin. He shook his head, trying to shake off the daze like water, considering the toy’s unorthodox shape.

And when the lightbulb turned on again, it all made sense. He knew exactly what Shakey was planning now, and it all made sense. Shakey didn’t even have to explain it, he already knew just by looking at it.

He loved it. Just the idea in his head alone was enough to get him more excited than he had been all day. Shakey really did have the best taste.

“So,” Shakey began, his voice muffled from the toy in his mouth. He dropped it with a simple relaxing of his jaw, holding it in his upward-facing paws like it was some kind of precious relic. “Like it? Get it?”

Salty could only whistle at first, so he did just that. It took him a second to get over the sheer excitement surging inside him to form words, but when he did, they all came tumbling out. 

“Heh, yeah, I get it.” Him and Shakey shared the same knowing smirk, each of their rumps already so close to each other on the forest floor. “And I like it a lot! I remember that thing you did with Humphrey, the other day. You know, that thing where you put his ass on his?” His eyes glinted, and the other Omega’s glinted back. “I bet you really wish you had one of these things back then, huh?”

“More or less.” Shakey’s knowing, carnal look was undercut by his frank answer, and the dismissive tone of his voice. “You know how Humphrey is, he wouldn’t have let me put this baby anywhere near his ass, even if I had it! Now you on the other paw…” He growled deep in his chest, bumping his full rump to the side, and watching as both sets of cheeks collided with such different levels of bounce. “You down for a little experimenting?”

Salty dug a fang into his lip, bumping Shakey back and looking him dead in the face. Their asses might not have been even close to each other in terms of size, but it was the thought that counted. He put on the most sexually-charged smirk he could muster, lidding his eyes low, dragging his tongue sensually along this length of the shaft. This time, the taste didn’t bother him. It didn’t even matter to him. The only thing that mattered was the wolf beside him.

“Fuck yeah.” He swore, his words as slow as erosion and as heavy as a boulder. “Show me what this baby can do, dude.”

Shakey only responded with a slow, slobbering lick of his own, and before Salty knew it, the two of them were slathering their respective sides with all the spit their could produce. By the time Salty had gone from base to tip on both sides of his portion, and then back again, his tongue has gone as dry as sand. He felt like he could have used a drink, but there was no time. He had his own handiwork to admire, and Shakey had yet to finish his prep. He watched intently as his friend slobbered on his own end, joining in with the occasional lick if he ever missed a spot (which was admittedly rare; Shakey was just as good at sucking dick as he was, if not better). Either way he sliced it, by the time the minute was over, that massive, double-ended pseudo-shaft shone and dribbled with their spit, shimmering in the light from above and oozing with as much lubricating fluids as they could provide.

It might have been excessive, but it had been fun, and that was all Salty cared about. It was all he had ever cared about, for as long as they had been doing this.

Their eyes met again, and Shakey was the first to break the silence.

“You ready, dude?”

Salty licked his chops, making his way up to standing with a confident and cocky grin.

“You bet I am. Are you?”

It was almost like a dare, or a challenge. And Shakey didn’t back down from challenges either. Salty knew that as much as anyone, considering all the poundings he had given the smaller Omega over the years, in as many interesting positions as he could count and then some.

“You kidding?” Shakey smirked up at him, laying the spit-lubed toy flat on the ground in front of him in a simple straight line. “I’m always ready for some action. Just get on your end already, okay?”

Salty didn’t need to say anything. All he had to do was follow instructions, and so he did just that. He didn’t really know how Shakey intended to get this started, but he had some ideas of his own. Rumps in the air? On their backs? Maybe even some other crazy position they had yet to try? He had done a lot of them in his time, after all. And when he circled around to his side, he sat himself down in front of that intimidating length of artificial cock, and waited for Shakey to make his move.

“So, how do you wanna play this?” Salty realized it was the second time he had said that today, but the words came out faster than he could think about them. His tail swished idly, excitedly against the ground behind him, and he took a break from studying the length in front of him to lock eyes with the wolf in front of him. “What’s the plan here? Walk me through this.”

At first, Shakey only responded with an exaggerated huff. 

“I’m surprised,” He smirked. “That you don’t know how to take a dick!”

Salty let the playful insult slide. He had to pick his distracted asides carefully, and now wasn’t the time.

“But anyway,” The smaller wolf continued, “I get it. Hard to take a dick that doesn’t have a wolf attached, huh? Well, don’t worry. Just watch, it’s easy.”

Shakey snickered, letting gravity grab and pull him onto his back with a soft thud. His legs drew in, his tail lay flat, and for just a second, Salty managed to steal a nice view at his friend’s raging-hard cock between his hind legs. It was already leaking, and it had probably already been for quite some time. The needy twitches going from knot to tapered head definitely said so, even if the little guy preferred his climaxes paws-free.

Either way, Shakey soon sprang into action, leaning forward to reach his front paws between his hind legs. He scooted himself up a bit, lining up the flared tip of his end with the underside of his tail and wiggling himself into position. He lined everything up expertly, only using the weight of his paws to hold the shaft in place for as long as he needed to. A few more wiggles later, and after one confident chuckle, that rump-destroying tip was positioned perfectly at the little power bottom's tailhole, held in place with the weight of only a single paw as its owner teased back on it. 

“Step one, done!” He grinned, grunting deep with every teasing shake of his hips, every desperate clench of his hole on the cockhead that rested on his backdoor. “Now I just gotta…”

Shakey trailed off, holding his tongue at just the right angle between his fangs, before his hips made a sudden shift backward against the flare. In an instant, the smaller of the two found the purchase he was looking for, and after a couple of controlled, deep breaths from him, the tip of that double-ended beast of a toy slipped past his defenses and up his tail with another one of noisy, spit-lubed pops.

Shakey cried out (Or was it a moan? With him, it was sort of hard to tell) the moment that plastic-cast monster invaded his tailhole, even by just a bit. But just as soon as he had lost his composure, it returned, and with a vengeance. He breathed deeply, casting a weary but cocky smirk from between his legs, cock twitching with every clench and squeeze of his toy-stretched ass.

“There…! Easy…!” Shakey breathed with strained, purposeful control, every inhale and exhale done with conviction. He clearly needed it, if the way his hole was gaped wide by just the head had anything to do with it. “C’mon, your turn now! Get this big thing up your tail, it feels great…!”

From the sound of his voice, he wasn’t lying. Shakey’s pleasured huffs were proving him right: if it had felt so good down his throat, then up his tail would be even better. Salty couldn’t help but huff with excited anticipation as he rolled over, laying his tail flat against the forest floor and bringing his legs in like he was so used to doing. 

Fake cock or not, sex was always more fun with friends anyway.

He copied Shakey’s movements to the very best of his ability, steadying the toy with a paw and watching as that throat-destroying flare inched closer and closer to his ashy-furred rump. The flare could have been a weapon for the amount of nerves it caused him, and he steadied them as best he could with a breath or two, all the way until that spit-lubed head found its place under his tail. The feeling of that massive tip on his hole, so sterile and unfeeling, was strange. He was used to domineering throbs, needy twitches, and excited bursts of pre. Instead, it was just him and the plastic form of that pseudo-phallus, as still and cold as stone as it rested on his tailhole, not moving an inch until he made it.

So he took another breath, meeting Shakey’s smug and impatient grin from across the length of the toy, and made it move.

He mirrored the other wolf’s movements exactly, gritting his teeth and taking a deep, controlled inhale, steeling himself as best he could for the sensation to come. His paws pressed down on the toy, angling themselves for the shove. His claws dug into the onyx plastic, scratching its spit-lubed surface deep, and his hole quivered, half out of anticipation and half out of a sort of primal fear.

He held his breath. Shakey was waiting for him. The grin on his face was daring him, demanding him to take it all, with no way around it. Salty summoned up one to match as best he could, and he swore he could feel sweat building up on his pawpads. He shoved all of the feelings aside, brushing them away like dirt with a swipe of his tail before, finally, after the longest three seconds of his life, shoved his paws along the length of the toy, and allowed that hole-gaping flare to push mercilessly into his depths.

His head shot back and his voice soared before he could even think to stop it. A strained moan was unleashed from his throat before he could halt it, and it echoed off the trees like the clearing were a wide cavern, the forest a deep cave. He shut his eyes tight, so tight he saw spots, and his jaw clenched down so hard it hurt. The feeling of that flare ramming past his tailhole’s sensitive defenses was unlike anything he had felt in a long time. The stretching of his walls that was almost painful, the utter gaping of his hole that made it feel like his backdoor would never close up again, the way his paws just kept sliding of their own accord, feeding him inch after inch of that rump-widening monster right up his tail. The only thing that came close was being knotted by a particularly-big wolf; maybe Humphrey, but that was the only point of reference he had. 

But with a knot, the hardest part always came last. In that moment, the flare entering his body with another one of those sloppy popping sounds was the hard part. His eyes shot open, and a flame flickered to life inside of him. It licked at his belly from the inside, burning in its pit, growing in heat and intensity with every extra inch he took into his body. Its heat was blistering, and it filled him up from end to end. He threw that cocky grin back at Shakey, and their eyes locked again. His paws came to a stop, leaving him with several inches of that double-ended beast rammed perfectly up his tail, and blue stared into gold, both blazing with their own kind of flame.

Shakey chuckled deep, and Salty’s eyes zeroed in on the underside of his tail just in time to see his hole give a sudden suckling squeeze around the shaft’s ass-splitting girth.

“Alright!” The earth-toned wolf grinned, fangs gleaming in the light. “You got it! Now the real fun starts. You better be ready for it!”

Salty nodded, that flame burning as bright and hot as ever. He squeezed down as well, and the feeling of that girth alone could have made him blow his cap right then and there if he weren’t so experienced.

“Fuck yeah it does.” He returned that grin with a lazy flip of his mane, watching as Shakey returned his front legs to their proper position. He followed suit as soon as he could; it hadn’t been a very comfortable position. “So, what’s next?”

“Here,” The other wolf grinned, cocking his head to the side and giving his paw a whirl. “I’ll show you. Watch.”

Salty did exactly as he was told, resisting the overwhelming urge to slip that shaft down all the way down the base in a second, in favor of watching his friend’s instructions. Shakey gave his rump a wiggle from side to side before flipping carefully over onto all fours, that thick rump of his bared in all its bouncy glory. The smaller wolf bowed his head and exhaled deeply, flagging his tail high just as his front end lowered to the ground, bringing his ass all-the-higher with a simple, slow arch of his back. Every movement he made was careful, calculated, no doubt because of the massive girth currently gaping his insides wide. But Salty watched on, carefully studying his movements as he assumed his new position: front end down, back end raised, tail flagged high, and hole utterly stuffed beyond anything either of them had felt in all their sexiest years. 

A single backwards bump was all it took to send a couple more hole-stretching inches shoving deep up the smaller Omega’s tail, and a deep grunt escaped his throat when it did.

“Much better!” Shakey shot that confident grin of his over his shoulder, clearly trying his hardest not to breathe too hard. Anything to keep up the illusion of total control, Salty supposed. “You and me are gonna keep going just like this, yeah? Get that rump in the air and push back already, I wanna meet in the middle.”

Salty assumed the position just as he had been instructed, licking his chops as he flipped over, again, onto all fours. Moving with a cock shoved up his tail with nothing new to either of them; they were both skilled and experienced bottoms, after all, and riding a dick in all sorts of positions came with the territory. But the girth did make it a bit more hazardous to move suddenly. Salty, however more skilled Shakey might have been, still pulled the maneuver off without a hitch, and soon he found himself with his chest to the ground and his rump high in the air. He even had the energy to give his back-end a teasing shake, and his tail a swish.

“You got it, dude!” Salty shot Shakey’s look back at him yet again, both wolves spacing their hind legs apart in preparation for what was about to go down. “Let’s get this started already! I’m tired of waiting, and I know you are, too.”

Shakey didn’t even bother responding with words. The sudden backwards shove of his sizable rump was all the meaning he needed, trying his best to catch up to the extra inches Salty had so carelessly stuffed inside him earlier. Salty himself didn’t bother trying to counter it; it wasn’t a race, and if Shakey had wanted to make it one, he should have said so. Regardless, he had a double-ended toy to take, and a fat ass meet.

So, he didn’t hold anything back. Shakey clearly wasn’t going to.

Behind all the bluster, beyond all the sexual fire, taking the massive toy up the tail was an entirely different game than it was with his throat. He had expected that to be the case, but he hadn’t expected just how much harder it would be. Every inch was a battle, every half-inch was a struggle, and every wiggle of his hips or clench of his hole had to be timed perfectly. The risks of doing damage were real, and he forced himself to dig through a mountain of his own lust just to care about them. He wanted nothing more than to just slam back and take it all, and for Shakey to do the same, until their rumps pressed together so perfectly with all that dick buried in their depths like it was nothing. He wanted to feel every last inch of his two-foot side right then and there, to take it all, to shove it all inside. He wanted to see Shakey’s face when he was the one to take it first, to see his expression when he finally got out-done. And by a wolf who wasn’t even a full-time power bottom too! 

But none of that mattered if he hurt himself in the process. He kept it slow, arching his back and taking it one slurping, silicone-cast inch at a time. And upon looking over his shoulder, Shakey seemed to have the same idea. The smaller Omega, who everyone knew for the voracity when it came to dicks, also seemed to be holding back, grunting deep with every two or three-inch shove he dared to take. Salty was taking it slow, one at a time in a steady push, just like he had with his mouth. But Shakey was going his own way, shoving back in bursts, with jiggles of his rump to show for the power he was putting into them.

Either way, they were both tied for progress. Both wolves seemed to be on track to meet in the middle, just like they wanted, with only the occasional difference in how far along they were. But with a few more seconds from Salty, or one or two more shoves from Shakey’s insatiable ass, they always evened out. Salty had never dreamed of anything like this, not ever. Seeing Shakey’s rump slowly encroach on his own, their back ends gradually getting closer and closer to meeting at the midpoint of a massive, pitch-black, cock-shaped toy, was something he couldn’t have dreamed of if he had tried. But one thing was for sure:

He loved it just as much as he thought he would. And he couldn’t get enough.

The two continued on, taking that hole-wrecking shaft one inch and shove at a time. Their rumps gradually grew closer and closer together, Salty’s depths spasming and squeezing needily, even against his own will, around the thing’s splitting girth. He couldn’t help but channel the urge to moan into a deep grunt; he could still feel the flared tip plumbing his deepest recesses all the way past the two-thirds mark. He was getting closer, it would just be a few more inches…

And then another.

And then another.

And another.

With more than a foot-and-a-half of artificial cock inside him, he was almost starting to feel bloated. That massive girth stretched his depths wider than he ever thought they could go, the length reached depths he didn’t know existed, and the sight of Shakey’s earth-toned rump edging closer to his own only made him want to never stop. The scent of musk was overpowering too, even though he thought he had gone nose-blind to it by now. The jets of pre, the meaty throbs of their cocks, the desperate squeezes of their holes, only forced that intoxicating scent to seep into everything around them: the bark on the trees, the dirt on the forest floor, even their own fur, and his overstimulated nose was somehow still able to smolder with its scent long after he had stop picking up on it. It was almost like it had gotten stronger; he was sensing it again now, and it was more intense than ever before. And he knew exactly what it meant.

The only thing better than sharing a double-ended toy with a power bottom, was coming close to making him cum. But they were nowhere near done, and Shakey wouldn’t blow this early. He knew him too well.

He sucked in a breath, and all that musk hit him like a boulder. It practically wiped his senses clean. It could have blasted his sense of smell to pieces, dissolved his taste buds as it flooded over his tongue like the smell of lightning. He didn’t let it distract him, instead working into his efforts.

So he just kept going, inch after gaping inch, until finally, the sensation he had been waiting for hit him in the muzzle. Or rather, on the rump.

The end of the toy hit him unceremoniously. There was no flared end, given its double-sided shape, but the large, raised ring that lay on the midpoint between the two halves bumped up against his hole like a wolf’s knot (or lap, if the knot had been shoved in the way he liked it). That simple raised bit of plastic might be prevented any more of the shaft’s length from slipping up his tail.

Except, the jiggling mass that was Shakey’s bubbly rump was already doing that job.

Their back-ends collided, and all it took was one final shove from the wolf behind him to crash their asses together with a sudden, meaty clap.

Their eyes met again over that wobbling pair of tails and cheeks, and their smirks blazed against one another.

“So,” Shakey began, sounding completely unfazed by the massive, flared cock up his tail, save for the odd huff of breath. “You having fun back there? I know I am!”

Salty chuckled; even after all that exertion, all that challenge, he was still treating it like it was nothing. He took a deep breath, but he found that he didn’t really need it. That sexual fire from earlier had burned over everything else inside him, and he gave his hole a reckless squeeze as he drew in the breath to reply.

“You bet.” He chuckled back, wiggling his rump backwards to press soundly against Shakey’s bubbly cheeks. “Best idea you’ve had yet, dude!” 

“Yeah,” Shakey nudged his nose up proudly, those golden eyes gleaming. His hips bucked upward as well, and that fat rump collided with Shakey’s own average-sized backside with another one of those meaty smacks. “I’m full of ‘em. Oh, and don’t worry. We’re not done yet!”

“I mean,” Salty shrugged with a playful flip of his mane. “I kinda figured. What, do you wanna ride this big boy together or something?” 

“Yep, that’s the plan!” The smaller wolf smirked back at him, bucking that ass again with another one of those hypnotic cheek-smacks. “You ready? ‘Cause all this talking is getting boring.”

He didn’t even dare to try and replicate that ass-clap. There were wolves who could do that kind of thing, and Salty wasn’t one of them. Not that he minded, he was fine with the rump he had already. Just like with a cock (or a toy for that matter), it wasn’t the size that mattered, but how a wolf used it, and he intended to prove it. 

He wasn't quite sure it needed proving, but he was going to do it anyway.

Pulling himself back to reality was easier than it had been all day, and his eyes glinted like the ocean when he spoke back.

“You know I am. Now shut up so we can have some fun, okay?”

Shakey only nodded, smirking wide as his own tone hit him in the face like a rock. Salty wiggled his rump back with a cock sway of his hips, waiting for the slightest bit of movement from the big ass flanking his own. The moment Shakey was off, he would be too.

Their pullbacks were synced perfectly, and just like before, going out was so much easier than in. The feeling of the toy slipping out of his body in all its glorious size was enough to make Salty want to moan, but he held that sound in, channeling it into yet another grunt or growl. After all, Shakey wasn’t moaning, despite how close he clearly was to the end of his rope.

Well, he wasn’t moaning yet, anyway. They always did, given a rough enough fucking.

Once again, they were going inch by inch, in just the same way as before. This time, however, it didn’t take nearly as long for the length of that massive toy to slurp noisily out of their holes, all the way until only the flared tip remained lodging inside them. Salty could have chuckled; he probably couldn’t have let it slide out if he had tried. Due to its sheer size, it probably would have taken a hard tug or two to free it from his body; it wasn’t going anywhere unless he said so, and he kind of liked it that way.

The two of them shared another wordless, steamy glance, before their movements synced up again. Not interested in wasting any more time on words or teasing gestures, both wolves acted as one, slipping back down the length once again like reflections in a mirror. 

He was getting used to this. The feeling of that toy plugging his hole, spearing away at his innards, gaping his walls wide, was starting to feel routine. And as he pressed against it, arching his back and letting it all slip back inside, he picked up the pace a bit. Shakey caught on almost instantly, and without so much as a word, matched him in the second it took to breathe.

Their rumps collided again, harder this time, in no time at all. Again, the urge to moan rose up, and was pushed down. It wasn’t time for that, not yet anyway. He would save it, build it up until he couldn't take it anymore, until the height of the action had been reached. 

If the slurp from behind him was any indication, it would come sooner rather than later.

And if the weight of Shakey’s rump slammed back into his was too, then he didn’t need any more proof.

“C’mon…!” Shakey egged him on, his tone more smug and impatient as it had been all day. Salty craned his neck around, and his cock gave a mighty, pre-shooting throb. He watched for one stunned second as Shakey’s rump slid back and forth, taking nearly half a foot of that tailhole-gaping shaft with each cake-wobbling movement, clapping back into his own rump with fleshy smacks and meaty bounces. The little wolf was already on the move, using those superior bottoming skills to get ahead in seconds.

The fire welled up inside him again, kicking up into a blaze deep in the pit of his stomach. If Shakey wanted to play it fast, then he would do the same. 

It was time to get serious. His toy-stretched hole quivered around that massive gape, and he refused to hold back any longer. His libido raged, fueling the flame inside him, and his hips kicked into gear with just a single thought from him.

Shakey might have been slightly more experienced taking dicks aggressively, but it didn’t take Salty long to get used to it at all. After all, he had plenty of practice as well, and even if the initial pull forward and thrust back had been a little difficult, the challenge quickly faded. The only thing hard about it was keeping up. Shakey was a pro, riding that massive shaft back and forth like it was nothing, with teasing bucks of his hips that made his cakes clap and tail spin and sway. Salty might not have had all that much ass to play with, but he could still keep up. Their initial speeds were out-of-sync, their rums just barely missing each other for a couple of frustrating seconds, but as Salty grew more used to the feeling, the latency between them resolved.

With just a little bit more effort, and just a little more speed in his hips, their asses were clapping together over the midpoint in no time flat.

In and out.

Back and forth.

Clap after clap, smack after smack, echoing off of the trees.

Again, and again, and again.

It seemed kind of silly to Salty; that his climax would start to rear its head just from riding a non-living, cold, artificial cock made of plastic, but after a minute or so of this, it did. Shakey’s deep growls and grunting huffs certainly helped it along. And, he had to admit, real or not, getting his tail stuffed always felt good. The same nerves and spots were hit in the same ways, regardless of whether the dick was going to cum or not at the end of the day. And for as long as he kept slamming back and forth against Shakey’s superior rump, he found he didn’t mind all that much. So, he kept going, the steam building up inside him until it was too much to handle.

He drew in a breath, just in time for the flare that had given him so much pleasure and trouble to slip over that little coin-sized spot inside him, crushing it down like a boulder rolling over something soft. His cock twitched and throbbed wildly against his underbelly, and that breath finally came out as a moan. He didn’t even try to stop it. He had felt it coming, felt the pressure building up in his chest, rising up his throat, before coming out as sound. He had released it knowing exactly what it would sound like.

And he didn’t care. Salty cried out like a bitch in the throes of her first heat, head leaning back and eyes shut tight as his body was wracked with that amazing pleasure radiating out from his tailhole, into his depths, spreading through every vein. His climax wasn’t just rearing over the horizon now, it was coming right for him like the morning train, and it was going to impact any second now. 

And from the way Shakey huffed and snorted, grunting vocally behind him, he knew the other Omega felt the same. He summoned up all his energy to speak, to be heard over the din of their asses crashing together so amazingly behind them. 

“F-fuck, Shakey…!” He strained out, stuttering and not caring in the slightest how it sounded. “Think I’m gonna-” His own enraptured moan cut him off, but he regained his composure just as fast. “...Gonna blow soon! How about you?”

Shakey sucked in a breath, but not before his hips came crashing back with a mighty wobble through his dirt-brown cheeks. Either way, the words found their way out eventually.

“You bet your ass I am…!” Shakey almost seemed to be trying to chuckle, but it was lost in the sounds of his pleasured grunts, as well as a fair amount of rump collisions. “Holy fuck, this thing feels good! I bet it’d be really fun if we came together, huh?”

“Oh yeah, no… doubt!” Shakey’s last word came out just as his own sudden ass-shove occurred, mimicking the wolf behind him as best he could, even as his climax loomed over him, ready to crash down like a tidal wave at any second. “You wanna do the honors?”

Their eyes met again for the hundredth time that day, and the glints were like diamonds in the light. Shakey managed a straining smirk, and Salty just barely managed to copy it.

“My pleasure…!” The other Omega growled, each of them pulling back, only to slam back again with sudden, crushing force. “On three…?”

Salty nodded, holding back the incoming wave as best he could. There wasn’t much he could do to stop it.

“Okay.” Shakey grunted deep, so deep that Salty thought his voice might go hoarse. “One…”

Salty felt his balls tighten, his pulse surge.

Another pull back, another slam of ass-on-ass.

“Two…!”

Another pair of claps.

The sight of those asses crashing together would never not be hot, and Salty focused on every last detail until they almost quaked in slow-motion. Anything to hold it back for just one second longer.

The pleasure surged. The wave came down.

And then, he heard it, and the pressure valve exploded.

“Three…!!!”

Instantly, both rumps came crashing together again. It was unlike any impact Salty had ever felt, from a paw, or a lap, or a knot. The feeling of his ass colliding with Shakey’s sent an almost painful shockwave through his bones, but it paled in comparison to what happened just half a second later.

The valve exploded, the wave crashed down, and the train impacted. Salty’s climax hit at long last, and with one more throb through his length, his cock erupted.

His nose was instantly filled with the smell of cum: whether it was his or Shakey’s he couldn’t tell. But whoever’s it was, it was potent. He had never cum like this before, not in all his years of doing this. So forcefully, so powerfully, so close to blacking out. A moan pierced his ears. He recognized it as Shakey’s right away, even as his hearing was in the process of being blasted away, and he was seeing nothing but spots and stars.

He just couldn’t stop cumming, not that he wanted to. His balls were unloading at a rate he had never experienced before, and every last twitch and throb of his length sent more and more ropes of that hot, white, streaking load across the forest floor, unabating as his body surged with a flood of endorphins. 

His hole squeezed, spasming around the toy. His walls clenched, grasping tight around its girth. His depths spasmed, crushing that flare in a way that, if he was still capable of real thought, he would have worried a bit about. But he didn’t care, and he wasn’t thinking, not until the last squirt and drop were fired off. His and Shakey’s holes quivered and clenched in unison, practically kissing like a pair of mates on either side of that plastic medial ring, so close yet not quite touching.

It did happen eventually, though. As violently as he had shot up, Salty eventually came plummeting back down. Like a storm running its course, his mind gradually cleared, his erupting cock dying down to a dribble and his tailhole’s spasms dulling down to little clenches before disappearing entirely with a dull tingle. 

He didn’t realize how hard he was breathing until he could think again. His mind cleared within seconds, and even as he huffed and gasped for breath, he still had enough conscience to throw a look over his shoulder. Shakey seemed to be doing alright. He seemed winded, and he stood there was his head low and chest heaving, but he was fine at first glance.

So they stood there, huffing the air that sizzled with their own blended scents, until their breathing returned to normal and their lungs stopped burning. When it was all done, all that was left was a pair of drained Omegas, rumps hiked up in the air and literally joined at the hip, exhaustion settling on them like a pile of rocks.

The silence was so thick that Salty could have cut it with his claws, but he focused his energy on climbing back up to standing, and flipping his ashy-gray mane out of his face. It had gotten pretty messed up over the last while, and he had just barely noticed.

But just as soon as he had finished a couple of mane-flips, blowing tufts of fur out of his eyes, Shakey’s voice broke the silence. 

“So, how was it?” The little wolf sounded almost completely recovered, and he worked his way up the all fours just like that. He made it look easy; even his cocky grin was still on his muzzle. “Never a dull day with me around, huh?”

Salty shrugged tiredly, that fire inside him now nothing less than a smoldering pile; a smoldering pile that was now being tinged with a flash of green. Shakey made it look so easy, he could have been jealous. He wasn’t quite sure he wasn’t.

“You got that right…!” Salty took a deep breath, straining a bit when the feeling of the toy embedded so far up his tail returned to him. In the chaos of his orgasm, he had almost forgotten about it. But now that the sex had been flushed out of his system, he had to admit:

It did feel really weird. Like it was too big for any wolf with a sense of danger to take. But he had taken it, and the empty, tired void inside him was suddenly filled with pride.

“I told you these things would change the game.” Shakey’s eyes gleamed yet again; it was duller than before, less lustrous, but definitely still there. Some recovery time and maybe a day off later, and he would be back to usual stuff. “Was I right, or was I right?”

“Well…” Salty threw a cocky grin back over his shoulder, raising his nose and counting on his toes in mock-thought. “They taste kinda funny. They smell weird. I still don’t know what they’re made of.”

Shakey bristled a little bit, but he rolled his eyes to the side with a scoff.

“They don’t do any of the stuff a real wolf’s cock can do.” He flashed his fangs, eyes sparkling before his next words came out. “But since when could I share a real dick with a friend? Now that’s special right there.”

“You hit it right on the head.” Shakey grinned, wiggling his rump back against Salty’s with a flash of his fangs. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes too, something that wasn’t there before. “They might not be as fun as the real thing, but at least you can share ‘em. And that’s the most important thing in my book, you agree?”

“Oh yeah, you know it.” Salty’s grin softened a tad, his genuine smile meeting the amiable look in Shakey’s eyes. “But the next time you go pulling a stunt like this, pick up some more of this kind! We gotta get Mooch one of these things, he’ll have a field day with ‘em.”

“You’re totally right.” He grinned, snorting out a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll make sure everyone gets a taste, don’t you worry. We’ll make sure everyone has some fun!”

Salty snickered a bit, even as the weight of his exhaustion pulled him down.

“Maybe except for Humphrey, that stupid tease. You know, it’s getting kinda old when he does that-”

“Just be careful out there, okay?” 

Salty said it before he could really think about it. But Shakey just smirked again, flashing his fangs. 

“Hey, don’t worry about me. I’m as stealthy as a hunter! They’ll never see me coming!”

“Sure,” Salty smiled, only slightly unconvinced, but not in the mood to show it. There would be a good time for that later. “Whatever you say, Shakey. But if you come back with a scar, I’m gonna say I told you so.”

Shakey only replied with a scoff and a playful roll of his eyes, smirk blazing and eyes gleaming bright.

“Hey,” He snickered. “Scars are sexy as hell, and you know it.”

A bit of silence passed between them, and a breeze blew through, carrying all that scent away and stirring up the rest around them. The smell of spilled pre and spent cum, reeking of musk and sex, was instantly carried up into Salty’s nose by one string sniff, and he exhaled with a sigh like he had just smelled a meal. This time, he was the one to break the silence, motioning down with his eyes toward their tied-up rumps as he did.

“So, uh…” He began, his scratchy voice giving a weak, little chuckle. “You’re cleaning up, right?”