Corwilk settled his paw on the forest floor, closed his eyes, and felt himself slowly sinking into the mud. The damp ground of Ashenvale was a gift to the young druid, a pleasure he had learned to enjoy while standing guard at his faction's post. 

Sheltered by the light of Elune, the worgen would take off all those annoying clothes he had to carry during the day, transform into a feline, and go running all night long. The rustling of branches, the smell of freshly wet pine, the eyes of owls, and the howling of wolves accompanied the young male during his nocturnal wanderings.

He had never had any problems with the elves that guarded the place. All the female warriors stationed there were veterans who had lost their families in previous wars or had their husbands sleeping in the Emerald dream. While they were skilled fighters, they took life in a quieter way, serving close to home, and in territory that was becoming less hostile every day, they could relax and enjoy nature, while giving shelter to travelers coming and going from The barrens or the great Teldrassil.

The worgen took a deep breath, swelling his lungs from the fresh night air and a particular masculine scent, another feline. Corwilk's territorial instincts kicked in instantly, actively searching for the intruder, scanning through the shadows of the pines and bushes. Who was this intruder that dared to penetrate his territory?

The crickets were chirping frantically, adorning the darkness of the elven forest as the young druid came to a clearing. In the distance, on a hill was another feline form watching him, a bit smaller, and not belonging to the local fauna.

They both stared into each other's eyes. Corwilk's fur had bristled on his back, and he approached cautiously, growling and showing his teeth. The other feline kept his eyes on him, his neck stretched out, his tail lashing.

The distance shortened and the druids were already within range of a powerful leap that either could make to gain the advantage over their foe. One arched his back, the other tensed his paws, sinking his claws into the forest floor.

"Are you going to attack, or are we going to stare at each other all night?" asked the invading feline.

"What great insolence you have to come to this, my territory, roam freely, and leave your stench as a mark!" growled the worgen.

"The insolent is you treating me as an invader. I have been visiting this spot for years, keeping company with the elves who tend their husbands in the barrows as they walk inside of The dream!" countered, the little feral.

"But... But you are not the druid in charge of the place! My appointment is official!" stammered Corwilk, straightening his back, puffing out his chest and trying to look indignant, very indignant.

The intruder let out a laugh, "Official appointment to guard a sacred place in the forest? Why don't we ask the dryads what they think of your appointment? How do you look with a hoof mark on your ass?" the wolvar dared to say, pressing the other feline.

"No no no no! There is no need to say anything to the dryads! It's..." the worgen tried to explain.

"A mission for your king, that old wolf who is a guest in these lands and finds it hard to detach himself from the intrigues and tricks of the noble humans, right?" said the little feline, hurrying to complete the other male's explanation.

"What, who told you that?!" asked the Gilnean, his eyes as big as dishes, and his jaw quivering.

"The forest has eyes and ears everywhere, the trees hear and see everything that happens, and they mock the little creatures who think they move in the shadows of their branches as if they were hiding in some alley of their cities," explained the wolvar, sketching a mischievous grin.

"It is not so! I was only asked to make a report or two per season... just to find out how things were in the forest," Corwilk said, trying to defend himself against the other druid's accusations.

The wolvar's mocking grin was a smirk that brought out his bright eyes, from which there was a soft aquamarine blue glow. "I don't know... maybe I should warn my friend, Zue'chila, that there's another druid near her detachment. She's a very friendly troll!" the kitten threatened.

"What?! No! Not to the horde!" the worgen shouted, raising his head and pricking up his ears.

The little druid intruder jumped back and ran off. "You're going to have to catch me then!" he shouted laughing, as he disappeared into the trees.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Corwilk, and hurried after the pesky critter.

The first stretch of the chase was quite frantic, both druids knew this part of the forest very well and moved along the natural trails like water following the river's course. Ancient trees, herds of deer and wolves, elvish whispers, all were left behind in a matter of seconds as the ferals passed.

The Gilnean lost his target behind a hill, and forced his hind legs to accelerate his ascent. When the worgen reached the top, he paused for a moment to catch his breath. In the distance, he noticed the other druid who, sitting atop a huge fallen tree, was waiting for him.

Corwilk growled and the fur on his back bristled again. "Damn rat!" he shouted angrily, and he lunged, like a furry bolt of lightning, toward his target.

The little wolvar made a complete turn on himself, taunting his pursuer, while the other feral approached at full speed, and when only a few meters separated them, the little cat sprinted like lightning across the surface of the gigantic tree.

Corwilk's heart was pounding with excitement, his prey was so close, it was so close to make him pay for that annoying and daring varmint. But, in the middle of the race, the other druid jumped and disappeared through a hole in the bark of the tree. The Gilnean did not hesitate and launched himself at full speed, but a hard blow at his hips stopped him in his tracks.

The worgen was stuck, the hole was not big enough for his feline body, and now the front half of his body hung in the darkness inside the hollow tree. His paws didn't quite touch the ground, the bark was too thick and hard to break through, and his feline form was the thinnest in his repertoire, even more so than his true form.

In the darkness, only two small glowing azure spheres could be seen. "Looks like your fat spy ass got stuck Need some help?" asked the wolvar, making no effort to contain his laughter, which echoed several times through the hollow trunk.

"You damned wretch! You tricked me!" shouted Corwilk in anger.

"You mean you don't need any help? Well... then I'll be on my way, I'm sure Zue'chila will give you a hand tomorrow, she always stops by here at least once a week," explained the little feral.

"No no no no! Wait a minute... mmm... could you help me?" growled the stuck feline.

The wolvar approached the worgen and put his little paw on his nose, "I could...I could, but it will cost you," said the little feral, laughing.

With a snarl and two paws in the darkness, the Gilnean tried to reach the other druid, "Wretched kobold!" he shouted angrily.

With a graceful backward movement, the wolvar dodged the attacks and stood watching from a safe distance," Oops... Looks like someone wants to get stuck here to get his butt tickled by spiders," exclaimed the kitten.

"Grrr... Okay... What do you want?" asked the worgen, dejected by the situation.

"Well... I haven't fucked a wolf...cat...well, you know what I mean, for a long time" said the wolvar, with a delicate tone and an innocent smile.

Colwilk stood watching the little feral for a moment. Though his teeth were clenched in fury, he sighed and tried to relax. There was no point in fighting anymore, he was trapped and he wasn't going to get out of this situation alone without the help of that despicable kitten, "Fine...Do what you have to do."

"Easy, I promise you'll like it," said the little druid.

"Wait a minute..."

"Yes?" asked the wolvar, as he snaked his tail with intrigue.

"What's your name?" 

"I'm Suel, professional breeder, alpha wolvar, seed deliverer, the one who delivers the creamed strawberry by the back door, and possibly the father of your future pups!" replied the feral, grinning into the darkness of the log.

Corwilk raised an eyebrow as he listened to the other druid mention all of his titles, "Why the fuck did I ask?," the worgen said, letting out a sigh.

Suel let out a chuckle, flicked his tail at the worgen's nose, and walked away in refined feline style, indicating that he owned the place, the forest, the log, and whatever ass was stuck there.

A few feet ahead of the canine obstruction, the wolvar found an exit hole, took a deep breath filling his lungs with the cool night air of the forest, stretched out lengthening his body with the feline flexibility granted by his current transformation, licked his lips and said, almost purring, "Wolf's ass."

Quick as lightning, the little druid scampered his way back along the top of the large fallen log until he found the hole from which the other feline's hindquarters protruded. The worgen's tail was snaking in annoyance, but that was the least of it, the most important thing was in plain sight and at the wolvar's disposal: an ass covered in fluffy fur protecting a small pink pinhole, a pair of fluffy balls that made the sex of the stuck feline quite clear, and a small sheath with a tip poking out of it that squirted a clear liquid.

"Hmm, looks like someone is excited about the idea of... helping him out of that hole. He He," laughed the wolvar, eyeing the large loot in front of him.

The little feral rested both forelegs on the other druid's butt and spread his buttocks apart, that hole was so small that even a finger seemed to be too much. Suel opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, taking a moment until the saliva soaked it completely, then he gave a slow, rough lick from the worgen's testicles to the beginning of his tail, making the other male shudder as he felt that strange new sensation.

After penetrating the big feline a couple of times with his tongue, Suel licked his lips again, "Hmm... you taste like cherry... ready to be harvested."

So, following the example that nature taught at certain times of the year, the little wolvar mounted the worgen's ass and began ramming him with his small, spiky, spike-covered phallus, which thickened as it emerged from its sheath, a healthy, ripe, feline strawberry.

Corwilk, on the other hand, could only feel the other druid playing with his hindquarters. His little paws, his licking, his...ooh, was he riding him like he was a female? Something sharp and wet touched him a couple of times near his anus, looks like he was soon to learn what tigresses felt in the rutting season. The worgen felt a couple more twinges again that missed again, if it wasn't for that sticky liquid that was moistening the fur on his butt, the druid would think a very sadistic rogue was toying with him... fuck, that thing really felt sharp. Maybe, the little wolvar had no intentions of penetrating him, maybe he just wanted to play with him... immediately Corwilk's eyes grew wide.

"Third time's the charm," Suel said, and rammed that huge hairy ass again, this time hitting the target, plunging his member almost completely into the little wolf's virgin little hole.

The little druid held tightly with his paws on the other male's hips so he could ram him firmly, "You're pretty tight, cat!" moaned Suel in bliss as he frantically thrust his hips, enjoying that warm little cave his cock was bursting into.

A sharp pain in his ass made the worgen roar, producing a reverberation that spread along the entire length of the hollow trunk of the great tree. It seared, that pointed member seared and those barbs that massaged his anal walls mercilessly, opening him up in such an intimate way that the young druid would never forget, produced a strange and unfamiliar pleasure that was reflected in his feline member thickening and bulging out of its sheath.

After his new, no longer virgin female stopped writhing with each thrust, Suel felt the muscles inside his worgen compress, squeezing his fleshy strawberry, begging just like the inside of a female eager to be moistened by the seed of a fertile male.  

"Wow, how quickly you got used to my piece of meat!" growled Suel, grinning and gritting his teeth, as a trickle of drool ran down to his chin and then fell onto the other druid's fur, making the scene look as if the wolvar was enjoying a tasty, juicy steak.

The small feline began to lunge more irregularly at his prey, his chest heaving from his frantic breathing, and his heart pounding with an animalistic fury that made him look like a goblin artifact about to explode.

Suddenly, the thrusts against Corwilk's ass stopped, and that huge strawberry of feline flesh began to throb, throb, and pump pressurized liquid fire that flooded the worgen's bowels.

When Suel finished ejaculating, he let out a long sigh and dismounted from his new female. The wolvar rested both hands on the big cat's hairy ass and spread her buttocks apart again. 

That tender little pink hole was now swollen and gaping open, dripping with the thick seed the little druid had just deposited inside, struggling to close and slowly return to normal.

A sharp hissing sound was the first sound to reach Corwilk's ears, looks like that little rat is celebrating the ass he just deflowered, the worgen thought. A few seconds later, strong hands grabbed the Gilnean's hind legs, and pulled on them until the feral was able to disengage from the hole in the trunk.

Once outside, Colwilk returned to his worgen form, the young druid was agitated, disheveled, and with a trickle of semen making a trail connecting his backside to the ankle of his right leg. In front of him stood a short, bare-chested wolvar with a skirt made of leaves.

"You know...things like this is why you should learn to transform into smaller forms early on," Suel explained, with a smirk.

The worgen let out a grunt, "I'll be sure to learn how to do that..."

"In two weeks I'll be stopping by again. If you're still at your post, I'll be sure to give you some private lessons," the wolvar said, approaching the grumpy canine and giving him a spanking.

"By the way... How did you know I was spying?" asked Corwilk, folding his arms and restraining himself from biting the sassy little rat's face.

"Zue'chila told me. She's friends with Anurinor and they hunt together at night, aside from talking about what's going on in the forest," Suel explained.

"Who the fuck is Anurinor?" the worgen asked, trying to remember where that name was familiar from.

"It's the owl of your garrison captain!" said the little wolvar.

"What do you mean, the captain's owl passes information to the enemy?" the Gilnean cried in surprise.

"No... the animals are not disloyal, they only talk about matters pertaining to the forest. Besides, they are not interested in those silly factional disputes," snorted the wolvar.

"So...the horde doesn't know of my activities in Ashenvale?" asked Corwilk again.

"The only thing my friend saw was a druid scampering through the forest at night, like a tiger cub. It's not like she cares much what you do either, and if you behave, she's sure to invite you on some hunts. She's very approachable," Suel said.

The worgen snorted and waved his hand," I pass... I just want to take a bath and sleep it off."

The wolvar hugged the other male from behind, nuzzling the tall lupine's belly, "What will you name our cubs?" he asked, holding back a mocking laugh.

Corwilk growled, baring his massive fangs and clenching his fists, "I think I'm going to go home with a bear cap..."

In an instant, Suel changed form again, this time a bird. He flew in circles around the worgen, "I've had my fun for a while now, thanks for the romp! It's really been a long time since I've fucked a wolf's ass! See you in a couple of weeks!" said the little druid. He gave a gentle peck on the Gilnean's snout and flew off, disappearing into the night sky.

Corwilk brought his right hand to his ass, moistening his fingers with the fresh seed of the wolvar, and brought his hand to his muzzle, tasting the semen of the little feral who had teased, mounted and deflowered him a moment ago, "Damn rat... that wasn't so bad."