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Magick Harvest Chapter 5: His Feral Cousin By Draconicon

"That should do for you. I'll get a technician over here to get you back to the coast; you okay til then?"

The soft croak from the merman would have been vague to most, but Theodore had been volunteering for the Harvest since its beginning, and knew it for an affirmative. The wolf smiled, patting the merman on his tail before walking away. The soft slurping sound of the merman's cock retreating caught his ears, and he chuckled.

"Don't worry, we've all seen it before."

He waved over his shoulder as he stepped into the aisle between workstations, weaving among the various volunteers and techs that darted between their assignments. The wolf's own lab coat, flecked with bits of merman cum, fluttered about almost as much as the wings of some of the nearby dragons, causing even more chaos.

But he loved it.

Eventually, he got to the end of the aisle and flagged down a pair of volunteers and a technician, waving back down the warehouse.

"I've got a merman in station C15. He's about tapped dry for the day, and he's ready to go home. Get him a water vat and send him home?"

"Sure, you got it, Theo."

"Thanks."

Patting the guys on the back, he walked over to the labor report sheets that littered the tables. The wolf shook his head as he picked through them, muttering about the way the first years always left the place a mess.

"Sandra, Gregory...Ah, there I am."

His sheet was quite full already, working back for the last couple of days. Several dragons, a gryphon, a naga, even a foreign centaur were on his list of tasks done, and he smiled at his numbers. The first year, he wouldn't have gotten even half of these done, let alone gotten them written up. But now....Now he almost felt like he should get a job with Lord Masterson's company. It would fit him well, he thought.

As he wrote down the name and species of his latest client, a shadow slipped across his paper. Pausing in the middle of his last name, he turned, and smiled at the old horse standing by him.

"Willie. How are you doing?"

"Fairly well. A little surprised to see you here so soon; I thought the merman would keep you busy til past noon, at least."

"Yeah, well, once you figure out the trick of where their dicks actually are hiding, they're pretty easy to milk. I think they're more sensitive than most of us are, actually."

"Considering their need to find their way around underwater, hardly surprising."

The wolf nodded, signing his name next to the rest of the information on the work report, and then shuffled it into the rest of the mess with an impish grin. It only got worse as the stallion sighed.

"Do you have to do that?"

"What, don't have enough time to sort through it all?"

"I don't do the sorting, but if you're not careful, I'll be the one assigning you to do it instead of the person that harvests the least seed at the end of the day. So, watch it."

Theodore paled slightly at the threat, looking back at the table. There had to be a good few hundred pieces of paper there, and most of them in illegible chicken scratch. The idea of spending the end of his day sorting through that...

I'd still be here by dawn, and not have it done...

"Um...point taken, Professor."

"Good to hear." The stallion chuckled. "So, I hear that you want a challenge then? Or are you just bragging about how fast you can go?"

"Well...I wouldn't say no -"

"Good. Because we've got someone in that's never been milked before, and probably has no idea of what's going on."

"What, another centaur?"

"Heh, no, no. Much wilder than that. Come to think of it, you're probably the one best suited for this."

"What makes you say that?"

"Call it a family bond."

Theodore blinked twice before it clicked.

"Wha - ohhhh no. No no no no no. No. And once more, just for clarification, no."

"No?"

"I'm fine with working on mermen, with leviathans, with all sorts of dragons. I can deal with centaurs, and I can find a way to make harpies give me what we need. But I am NOT getting myself tangled up with a werewolf."

"Really? Is that your final word on the subject?"

"..."

"Hehehe, you're learning."

"After you locked me in a broom closet two years ago and fucked me til I couldn't walk, I think I would remember what it means when you ask that question."

Not that it had been entirely unpleasant, but it was a problem when he needed to keep up a quota. While the magical creatures could have their seed harvested out of a fucked hole, it was never as pure as it was when it was milked directly into the container, and it certainly took a hell of a lot longer to get what you needed. Not to mention that if he was the least bit dirty inside, it ruined the whole product.

Theodore sighed, shaking his head as he grumbled.

"There's nobody else who's gonna do this, is there?"

"Not really, no. And it's important that we get him milked before he turns."

"This is ridiculous...please tell me that you at least -"

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of protection. We don't need the infection spreading through the rest of the group. Not to mention, as much as we could use the extra juices, it would leave us down a worker, considering all the fevers and other problems."

That's your concern? He arched an eyebrow, and the stallion shrugged.

"It's up to you, of course."

"Riiiiiight. You have the -"

Of course William did. The horse held out the report on the werewolf, and he took it and started reading through it.

It wasn't much information. The werewolf was found in the alleys off of the King's Court - pardon, the Queen's Court, this generation - and was in the middle of snacking on someone's livestock. Part of the cattle drive through the city before it went back to the country, he'd imagine.

Flicking through the rest of the information, it looked like one of the involuntary types rather than the willing shapeshifters. Type Fs, they were called, short for Type Feral. Whatever the original species, they transformed during a full moon, and stayed that way for about a month before they transformed back, and would stay on a monthly cycle from then on. He felt a bit of pity for the guy, but at least he was getting his transformation back after today rather than having to spend a month getting milked.

"Hmm...so, sentenced to a day of milking for eating a cow. Glad that getting a steak doesn't have the same penalty."

"Indeed. So, you'll do it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get it done. You have a leash or something?"

The stallion nodded, waving for him to follow. They walked over to the side wall, where the materials for milking were kept. Drugs, needles, chains, ropes, milking tubes, cleaning supplies, and -

"You can't be serious..."

"Oh, I am. Have fun."

Theodore approached the steel box with more than a little trepidation. The Type Fs were somewhat difficult to predict. Not necessarily because of violence, though that was certainly a problem, but because one never really knew what sort of feral they were. Some people were happy ferals, some were violent, some were lustful, and some were sad.

Please don't give me a sad one, please don't give me a sad one, the wolf thought as he tiptoed up to the cage.

He looked down at the tool that the Professor had given him, a six foot steel rod with a neck loop at the end of it. It had a few buttons along the sides, ostensibly to give him a little more control over the werewolf, but he imagined that it was just as likely to get him mounted if he wasn't careful. He groaned, struggling to lift it up to the right height with one arm.

I swear, if he's laughing at me somewhere...

But he doubted it. The rod was made of solid silver, and for good reason. The werewolves were a dangerous lot, and if he needed to get a better grip on this one, or keep him back, steel wasn't going to do a damn thing. Silver would at least make the knocks on the arms or head hurt no matter what happened.

He just hoped he didn't have to use it like that.

The cage rattled as he stopped by the side of it, and Theodore paused, his hand outstretched by the lock. A pair of golden eyes peered out at him from the darkness in a slit of the cage, and the wolf took a moment to smile back. Nervously, but he did.

"Hey there. Just hang on a minute, okay? You're going to be out soon, and then I promise that you're going to get the time of your life. Just hold on a minute, and let me help you."

The werewolf responded with a growl alternating between several different pitches, and Theodore sighed. One of the few sets of sounds that he didn't know, despite his years of experience here.

Giving a final check to his gloves - thick leather - and the buffering layers of padding that he wore from head to toe, the wolf quickly undid the lock. It opened, and he jerked it off of the cage. The door opened...

But the werewolf didn't spring free, despite the cage shaking. Blinking in surprise, Theodore stepped into the open door.

The werewolf was crouched in the back of the cage, about five feet away. He was hunched over, his silver fur slightly matted - mostly from sweat and exertion and a lack of bathing, at the wolf's guess - and he looked to be about...about seven and a half feet in height. Quite large, and quite strong, despite the bit of grooming problems.

Theodore tightened his grip on the silver pole, needing both hands to angle it in the right way to hold it over the werewolf. He forced a smile, keeping up the slow, calm speech.

"Don't worry. Nobody's gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna take you on a walk. You like walks, right?"

"Rrrrmmm?"

"Yeah, walk. Walkies are good, right?"

Great, condescend more, why don't you? Theodore thought to himself, even as he kept the loop right above the werewolf's head. Just a little more...

"Yeah, walk. And then, you'll get to play. You'll - oh...shit..."

"...Plaaaaaaay?"

"No, no, not what I meant. No, I, uh, I meant -"

"PLAY!"

The werewolf leaped forward - thankfully catching his head in the loop - and barreled Theodore right out of the way. He went down, but his grip didn't break on the pole. Perhaps a little unfortunately for him, because the madly grinning werewolf was off at a run, and he was getting dragged along for the ride.

"HELP! SOMEONE KNOCK THIS GUY OUT!"

"PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

Theodore grunted and yelped as he was swung this way and that, the padding barely doing anything to muffle the blows as he was swung into other volunteers, machinery, and even the corners of milking machines. He bounced up and down on the floors every time that the werewolf ran straight, and he swore that the end of the pole was throwing up sparks uncomfortably close to his groin.

I swear, this is going to get me fired...

He grabbed a little higher on the pole, pulling himself up it as the werewolf ran down one of the longer aisles. The other volunteers were well out of the way, keeping to the edges to avoid getting attacked or knocked over. Theodore, on the other hand, was dealing with getting bounced around as he climbed the silver pole, getting closer and closer -

"PLAY!"

The sudden turn almost dislodged him, but it also let him grab at one of the nearby trays. He hoped to get a syringe or a vial or something that would calm this dog the hell down, but he could already tell it wasn't what he wanted. It was something squishier, almost like one of the softer anal toys, or -

A quick look down, however, told him he might have what he needed. Hoping against hope, he squeezed.

Squeak.

"Arf?!"

The werewolf dug his claws into the ground, coming to a screeching halt, and Theodore slammed right into his back. Leather on fur, not the most pleasant combination. He slumped back, groaning as he got to his feet.

"You hear that, boy? You hear that?"

Squeak, squeak, went the little red ball in his hand. He didn't know why that volunteer had it, but he was damn glad they had. With each squeak, the werewolf seemed all the more eager to pay attention, bouncing back and forth as he waved the red ball over the lycanthrope's head.

"You want the ball? You want the ball?"

"Play, play play!"

"Well...at least you're not a sad one."

"PLAY!"

It leaped up at his hand, almost too fast to see. Theodore yelped, pulling his hand back at the last second and dropping the ball. The werewolf chased after it, grabbing it...and then bringing it back. It dropped the ball at his feet, and Theodore blinked.

"Well...I did ask for a challenge. Okay, boy...come on."

After about ten minutes of successive games of fetch, each one taking the werewolf a bit closer to the assigned milking pen for him, Theodore finally had his assignment in position. Several other techs, having watched and waited, leaped on the werewolf, getting him chained down on all fours in the middle of the pen. Whimpers of protest, and sad whines of 'plaaaaaay' were ignored as he was kept spread-eagle, his hips upwards and his head just a bit down.

"Thanks, guys. I don't know how much longer he would have kept going with fetch; I was starting to think we'd need something better."

"Yeah, well, at least it worked."

"Yeah...So where were you guys with the knock-out darts?!"

"...The professor said he wanted to cut the budget on those."

"Typical."

Theodore sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to the bound-up canine. The werewolf was still whimpering, looking at the little red ball just out of reach. He swore that his assignment was actually trying to run in mid-air towards it, paws shuffling to try and get at his quarry.

"Well...ain't gonna hurt anything to let him have it."

He swept it off of the floor and offered it to the werewolf like a treat. Almost immediately, his leather-gloved hand was covered in werewolf slobber, and the ball was in the dog's mouth, squeaking away as it was chewed on again and again. Despite himself, the wolf couldn't help but smile at his more feral cousin's attitude.

"Okay, okay. Now, let's get this show on the road."

He stepped to the side of the pen, going through his own tools. The bondage chains had the werewolf suspended, giving him plenty of room to reach under and over the big guy, and it also kept his ass at an easy-to-reach level. Not for fucking, though; considering the ease of contamination with this sort of creature, it was not advisable to get any sort of werewolf 'slime' on one's body, let alone shove an uncovered part into the werewolf's body.

Still, there were a number of other tools. As he gloved up with some extra-thick latex pairs, Theodore checked some of his options. He could use one of the automated milking tubes, but that seemed a little unfair for someone that was barely able to think. Better to keep a good personal touch on this, he felt.

So, that'll mean a lot of lube...a bit of sanitizing agent...some basins for collecting...Maybe...

Rustling around for a time, Theodore eventually settled on a smaller cock pump, rather than a milking tube, as well as several different lubes, a muzzle sheath, and something similar to a fleshlight, modified for larger dicks than any normal citizen would have. He carried them back to the werewolf, smiling at the sight of him still happily chewing away on the little red ball.

"Heh, at least you're not looking scared. You ready for p-...For some fun?"

"Mmmrrf?"

"I'll take that as a yes, heh."

It took a little bit more effort to kneel down by the werewolf than it usually did, but he blamed that on the damage he took getting swung this way and that. His knees creaked a bit as he got into position, but as soon as he was kneeling down, he was fine.

"This is gonna be cold, at first."

He tapped the top of the lubricant bottle twice, getting his gloved hands nice and wet before he reached for the werewolf's sheath. It was the first time that he'd 'worked' with someone so closely related to his own species, so he was a little more curious than he usually was.

The minute he touched it, however, he started blushing. One hand wasn't enough, forcing him to bring up another to get all the way around the sheath.

"Big boy, aren't you?"

The werewolf panted a bit, drooling around the ball and leaving a little puddle on the floor. Keeping an eye on it to make sure that he didn't end up kneeling in it, Theodore laid the collection basin below the werewolf and started working the sheath over, pulling on the folds of flesh. Up and down, up and down, gradually pushing the tip free, and then the rest of the shaft.

As it slipped out, Theodore reached into his pocket and pulled out a little plastic ring. It split on one side, and he slowly dragged it down towards the base of the shaft. With a little twist, it got locked in place, not hard enough to keep the werewolf from cumming, but firm enough to keep him from slipping back into his sheath.

"There we go...that'll make my job a little easier."

He patted the wolf on the rump, smiling as he splatted a couple more shots of lubricant on his hands.

Then he started attending to that cock. As soon as he wrapped his hands around it, he whistled. It was utterly huge, bigger than he could handle with both of his hands, and probably that little bit too big for the masturbation toy, as well. Even spreading his hands as wide as he could, he couldn't wrap them around the base, and the knot wasn't even growing yet.

Yeesh, you'd have a hell of a hard time getting a girl, man.

He shook his head as he started stroking the shaft as best he could. It was smoother than most of the males he dealt with. The rod was pure beast, smooth along the sides, and even the veins didn't really add texture as he stroked it. The very tip oozed with a clear pre that smelled musky and almost metallic, for some reason, and it dropped into the basin in a clear, continuous stream.

"Heh, that feel good, boy? You feel nice and excited from all this? Yeah, such a good boy, getting all wet and messy for me."

"Rrrrr, Ruff!"

"Heh, you like that, huh? Good boy. Just keep enjoying that."

The werewolf rumbled and barked a few more times, but it was clear that he did. Even with the bindings all over him, the bigger dog was occasionally thrusting forward against Theodore's hands, trying to get more of the touch. He didn't shy away, either, which was a major plus. Some of the more bestial ones didn't want to be touched, and he was glad that this wasn't the case.

Still, it was one hell of a thing to handle. He shook his head as he leaned down, watching the red-pink shaft bob in his hands. The tapered tip was spitting pre into the basin, almost sounding like the people in the country spitting into vases. The length of it was slimy and wet with the lube, but even without it, he felt like he might have gotten enough wetness with all that pre...

Theodore shook his head rapidly, rubbing his nose against his arm to clear it of the musky scent. It was messing with his head, and he didn't need that at the moment.

He started moving his hands a little faster as he felt the first little bump on the bottom of the shaft, grinning as he realized that the knot was starting to come in. Bit by bit, it grew, making his hands spread wider and wider around the bottom of the shaft until it was impossible to cover even two thirds of it.

Shaking his head, Theodore brought one hand down to the very tip of the werewolf's shaft, rubbing his thumb right into the dip where the urethral opening was, grinding it against the head. Almost instantly, the werewolf started shaking, gasping and whining, but the pre flow sped up all the more. Theodore grinned, bringing his other hand back to the werewolf's balls. Of course, they were just about as big, proportionally, as the werewolf's cock, but he fondled them as best he could, bouncing them in his palm.

"Come on, big boy, you know you got a lot for me here. Why don't you give me a few good shots of that cum? Go on...let it loose. Be a good boy for me? Come on, be a good boy and cum."

It was almost too funny, watching his 'cousin' starting to pant and kick with pleasure, the hind legs of the werewolf coming a little too close to his thighs for complete comfort, but he wasn't about to pull away now. Theodore kept stroking, rubbing the slick palm of his hand all over the werewolf's cock head, teasing it, drenching it in pre, making it get a nice shine and polish.

"Go on. Cum for me, big boy. It'll feel so good. Go on, be good, be good and cum."

"Awooooooooooooooo!"

And with a howl that nearly blew his eardrums out, the werewolf came. Theodore turned his head away, keeping up the hard, fast stroking, and giving the balls as much of a squeeze as he dared to pull out more. Loud splutters of cumshots hitting metal were barely heard as the howl continued, echoing from one side of the warehouse to another.

Geez, I'm used to dragons roaring as they cum, but that's something else, Theodore thought as his ears rang from that massive orgasm. He shook his head, blinking a few times to try and clear it. Knowing that it wouldn't be the first orgasm from the werewolf, the wolf leaned forward, checking to see if he needed to change -

"Oh ho ho, you were really backed up, weren't you boy? Yes, yes you were. Let me change that out for you, and we'll get even more of that thick, hot cum out of those heavy balls."

It was the first time he'd seen anything but a dragon or a centaur fill a collection basin in one go, and this one was filled to the point of overflowing. He had to move it very slowly, and even so, some of it spilled out. Silvery trails were left behind, soaking into the floor, and Theodore made a mental note to cover those with towels before it soaked into someone's clothes.

As he replaced it with another basin, he took a moment to make sure that the werewolf was still doing okay. The little ball had fallen out of his mouth again - something that he corrected, as the werewolf whimpered for it - but it looked like he was still in good shape.

"Alright, big boy. Does this feel -"

"Awooo, awoo!"

He took his hand back from the werewolf's cock as soon as the little whimpers left the canine's mouth. Post-orgasm sensitivity could be a bitch, but he couldn't really afford to let the werewolf sit here and not produce. Particularly not on this schedule. Shaking his head, he got up and walked over to the table again, flicking his fingers over the different available toys. The smallest one probably would just get lost, but he doubted that the werewolf was enough of a size queen to want the centaur mold.

Settling on the middle ground, he picked up a tentacle-shaped one, ostensibly modeled after an orca from the south. He couldn't speak from experience, but it looked about the right size, and would probably feel a bit like a long tongue slithering deeper and deeper into the wolf's rump.

Thankfully, the werewolf was rather accommodating. He barely had to do any fingering before it opened up, and - after he liberally coated the toy with tons of lube and sent a few shots of it up that twitching hole - he started threading the werewolf's hole. It swallowed the tip easily, but the werewolf started grunting and growling as it went deeper and deeper. Theodore felt a bit of arousal of his own as the toy stretched that fuzzy rump wider with each successive inch it went, spreading it open for his viewing.

He stopped at the eight inch mark when the werewolf whimpered again, and pulled it back to seven. With a handle on the end, that'd work well enough for him. He squatted down, and considered his options as he worked the toy up and down, grinding it against the werewolf's prostate as he looked at his tools.

The muzzle sheath might be an option for later, if he really needed it; it basically covered all of the inside of his mouth in latex, keeping the seed of more infectious individuals from passing into his gums or down his throat. However, he didn't think the werewolf really needed that sort of treatment just yet.

"Stroker it is, then."

As the werewolf's cock bounced up and down, Theodore started turning the anal toy around, rotating it a bit. It stretched the werewolf's rim a bit more, rolling it along, but it also pressed against the inner walls in different ways, stretching him, opening him. Not to mention the -

Split, split, splatter.

The constant pressure on the prostate kept that dick oozing like crazy. Theodore smiled, and picked up the stroker.

It wasn't dissimilar to the various masturbatory toys that the rest of the citizens of the Empire used, though it was definitely bigger. The outside was encased in a waterproof metal, and the insides were filled with a spongy material that released its own lubrication the more it was pressed against. As long as someone stayed hard in there, it would keep making it slicker, wetter, and messier.

Best of all, the bottom had a filter in it, letting him push males to their peak without having to pull it off at the last second.

"Okay, big guy. Round two."

"Mmmmmrrrrr."

The wolf almost sounded like he was growl-purring, considering the sound he made as the tip of his dick slipped into the stroker. Theodore took his time, making sure that the post-orgasm sensitivity was fully gone before taking it further.

The stroker was easy to use, though it was a little slicker than he'd like. He should have changed his gloves, he belatedly realized, but they'd hold for a bit longer.

It only took a few strokes for the werewolf to start thrusting forward, grinding his knot against the top of the stroker. Theodore chuckled, taking his hand off of the toy handle to pat the feral canine on the rump.

"Heh, feels good, doesn't it, boy? Don't worry, you'll get plenty of this."

He worked the toys back and forth, trying to keep a solid rhythm as the werewolf squirmed and humped in his bindings, trying to get more pleasure despite being restrained. Theodore was thankful that he'd been working out so much with this job; his arms were already getting tired, and he knew that there'd be much more work ahead. But if he had been doing this on his first year, he had no doubt that his arms would already be dead to the world.

Grunting softly as he dragged the stroker up and down the werewolf shaft, Theodore made sure to keep up the slow reassurances, quiet and calm for the bigger canine.

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't it boy? Feels real good to get that cock of yours stroked. Bet you want to hump it nice and hard, rut it like a little beast, don't you? But you can't. Don't worry, though. I'll take care of you. I'll make sure that it feels really, really good for you."

The stroker was oozing pre from the top now, so much flowing into it that the filter couldn't keep up. Theodore shook his head with a smile.

"Wow, look at you, such a productive little werewolf. You're leaking so much, doing so much good for us, aren't you? Yes, such a good boy, such a good boy."

"Mmrrrf. Good...Boy?"

"Yes, yes, you're a good boy."

He took his hand off of the stroker for a moment, patting the werewolf on the head. He even gave him a little scritch between the ears -

"WHOA!"

That little gesture almost made the stroker shook right off of the werewolf's dick. Theodore only just grabbed it before it could fall off, and even so it slipped free, the werewolf's cock splattering all over the place.

"Well...someone likes being a good dog. HEY!"

He stepped back in a hurry, but some of the werewolf's pre still splattered all over his pants. Theodore groaned at that, already feeling it starting to seep through. The safety rules flashed through his head, and his fingers were already going to the straps and buttons of his clothes.

"Of for...gods..."

He blushed as he was forced to rip off his clothes, getting the contaminated pants off as fast as he could. They hit the floor, and his underwear followed, leaving him nude from the waist down, and...

Surprisingly aroused. The wolf blushed as he looked down at himself, seeing his cock out and throbbing hard. It had to be a partial reaction to the werewolf's scent, he realized. There was always something strange in the air during the milking season, and the smell of different males had always gotten to him at least a little bit.

At the same time, he hadn't been turned on by the merman, or by the other species that he'd been working on. Yet, now he was.

Flop.

He glanced up, seeing the anal toy slip right out of the werewolf. It hit the ground and wobbled a bit, but it also left that slick, sloppy hole wide open. And there was no way that he could stand by the werewolf while his dick was spitting the way it was, but from behind...

"I can't believe I'm thinking this..."

"Mrrrf..."

And now the werewolf was slowly shaking his rump, swaying it from side to side and showing it off. If it wasn't impossible -

Oh, he's actually...really wanting it, Theodore realized as the werewolf looked back at him, whimpering, almost pouting as it shook its rear back and forth. He groaned, shaking his head as his cock throbbed all the harder in response.

"You better give him what he wants."

Whipping around, the wolf saw the Professor standing at the edge of the milking pen. He glared.

"You knew this would happen?"

"I know a few werewolves. They are remarkably productive, so I imagined your pants would be coming off sometime. Looking pretty good, by the way."

"Yeah, well...it's not like I can do much to help him now, until he calms down."

"Oh, you can."

The horse threw something through the air, and Theodore caught it out of reflex. He looked down at his hand, and arched an eyebrow.

"Werewolf-Strength Condoms? This is a thing?"

"Apparently; Lord Masterson told me that his company had developed it last month. Without me, let me add; I probably would have found ways of making it much better."

"Or much more perverted."

"Isn't that just as good?"

Shaking his head, Theodore took a long look at the packaging. It was true; the latex gloves were good at keeping the taint from people when they were stroking and teasing werewolf cocks, and the muzzle sheath was just as good. Condoms just tended to break down too fast, but if this one was as good...

His cock throbbed, and he grumbled. It was going to get its way somehow or another, might as well save time.

"I don't have anyone else assigned after him?"

"Nope. Have at it."

Theodore nodded, turning back to the werewolf. It only took a moment to slide the slick latex over his cock, and he plunged in deep. Despite the use of the toy, that furry rump was still tight, and he and the werewolf both groaned as he slammed in.

After a few thrusts, though, he swore the werewolf was chuckling. He leaned forward, patting the feral one on the shoulder.

"What's so funny, huh? What's so funny big guy?"

"Ruff...ruff...good boy..."

"Yes, you are."

The werewolf shook his head, and wiggled its rump.

"What, me?"

"Mmmmm-hmm..."

Great, getting 'good boys' from a Type F... But for an ass like this, he could live with it.

Lord Masterson was amused when he read through the reports later that day. The fox knew that people were quite happy to put in extra hours, but this year, it was turning into a regular all-hours job for at least half of them.

Like Theodore, for example, he thought as he read the hours that the wolf had been working. A good seven hours spent with a werewolf, likely leaving both of them utterly drained by the end of it, and that was with a four hour session with a merman at the beginning. Quite impressive, really.

He decided he would let the wolf have an offer at the company at the end of the Harvest. He was quite good at his job, and Albus imagined that Theodore would work quite well for him as well as for himself.

The door to the office opened, and Lord Masterson smiled.

"So, did the condoms work, or are we going to have a new Type F next month?"

"It worked, Albie."

"Albus, please."

"Yeah, no. It's the end of the day, and you cut me out of a project. You're lucky it's not -"

"William...."

"Yeah, yeah. Come here; I need to unload after this long of a day."

"What a coincidence...so do I."

The End