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The leaves had all long since turned color, losing the green luster of spring and summer. Instead exchanging their old verdant coat for the vibrant and exciting colors of autumn. The year was well past the point where anyone could deny that autumn had truly begun and winter was well on its way. However it was not so much a time for despair, but more a time for celebration. The Halloween season was in full swing from one end of the county to the other. The towns were festooned with spooky decorations and every home bore at least one hastily carved pumpkin on the front porch, if not a whole horror show splayed across their front yard. Beneath the streetlights candy-laden children bedecked in all manner of costumes darted back and forth, trailed by their exasperated parents. Older children got up to mischief in the shadows, not neglecting their own supplies of sweets. And across town some folks, perhaps a bit old for trick-or-treating, made their ways to parties and clandestine gatherings of friends and comrades, hell bent on not letting being grown up get in the way of some seasonal fun.

Our story begins in the living room of a small farmhouse a little ways off the main road set back a few miles from the center of town out and in what one would call the middle of nowhere, if nowhere truly had a middle. In the spirit of the season, friends and neighbors gathered from near and far, dressed in all sorts of garb to ring in the season and bid goodbye to the warmth and color of summer and embrace the oncoming season of harvest and change. And perhaps, truth be told, show off their handiwork with costume making and drink a little bit more than they ordinarily would. The sun had long since set and the party was in full swing, couples in gaudy, spooky, gory, or otherwise eccentric dress hung on one another; those without a partner stuck near the walls or made a spectacle of themselves, perhaps in an attempt to draw the eye of someone that evening. Music fit for the holiday pumped through speakers, punch bowls sat in various states of emptiness, candy, as befitting the holiday, was scattered about, and it seems our young couple might have had a little too much to drink.

"So, you want to try and find somewhere a little more private? A little more isolated? Somewhere we can get away from all this noise all these lights," the coywolf, clad in a stunning replica of the Joker's garb, leaned in toward his foxy lover and whispered the words, not that anyone could overhear. The ungodly volume that someone had cranked the 'Monster Mash' to would drown out most thoughts, let alone words, of anyone nearby. "What?" the Harley Quinn costumed fox shouted back, obviously not hearing his boyfriend over the din. "Ash, I can't hear you." The coywolf, Ash, rolled his eyes, then leaned in closer, pressing their bodies closer together, purple suit rubbing against skimpy cheerleader top "You wanna take this somewhere private, Jamie? Get away from all the noise?" He asked again, dropping some of the attempted suggestive tone he'd tried earlier. "Take what somewhere private?" Jamie asked, brushing a lock of his red hair from his face, finally making eye contact with his boyfriend. Ash, realizing that speech was probably a lost cause at this point, simply slid his hand up the fox's thigh, hiking up the skirt his boyfriend has costumed himself in and giving Jamie's rump a firm squeeze while pressing his body closer against his lover. "Oh," was the fox's only response as his face lit up in understanding. Jamie quickly looked around and took the lead, shepherding his black and brown partner towards the back door and out onto the porch.

They hadn't been the first couple to split off from the rest of the party-goers. In fact, as the evening had worn on, most of the couples had, at one point or another, vanished together into rooms or to dark corners of the isolated property, and some single furs had hooked up and made similar, moonlit excursions. One such couple sat on the back porch, cuddled against each other on a swinging bench, one tiger sleeping with his head resting in his puma partner's lap. Well, seemingly sleeping. As Jamie and Ash scurried their way off the occupied porch a slurp, a gasp, and a moan gave away the couple's true activities. The rest of the yard was similarly occupied. Behind the woodshed a trio of huskies spitroasted one another, and a rabbit could be heard moaning beneath her lover somewhere among the hedges. It seemed as though the property itself were completely out of the question, unless the couple were willing to join in on the existing debauchery in progress.

"Was there something in the punch, or what?" Ash mused as he and Jamie slunk away from the latest group of impassioned lovers.

"Seems like it," Jamie mentioned as they both stood in the center of the moonlit yard, hands lightly clasped. The fox, slyly, pulled his coywolf a bit closer and planted a kiss on the end of his nose. "But you won't hear me complaining. Looks like you're excited too," he said, pointing down at his boyfriends notably tented trousers. Jamie tugged Ash closer and leaned in. If they couldn't find somewhere private.... perhaps here would work? It was dark...ish, and there were other couples entangled with one another just as they felt the urge to be. What harm could it do? The fox leaned in and let his eyes drift halfway closed. A stirring between his legs lifted the skirt of his costume just a bit, his excitement building. Ash, in turn, leaned in too. Pursing his lips, ready for the kiss that would lead to so much more. Maybe it was something that had been put in the punch? Maybe it was the disparate orgy going on around them? Maybe it was their adoration for one another and the light of the full moon? Whatever it was, these halloween facsimiles of Harley and the Joker would have each other here and now.

A gust of wind and a rustle of the nearby trees roused their attention toward the treeline for a moment and a punctuating howl, far distant and solitary, snapped them back to reality, and the readily available refuge the woodlands could offer. Grinning, Jamie came to his senses first and looked back to his lover, an expression of trademark foxy mischief writ large on his muzzle.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked of the equally eager looking coywolf in his embrace.

"Oh yes, I'd say I definite-" Ash's agreement was cut short as Jamie took off at a jog, still hand in hand with the coywolf, tugging him along behind as they set off into the mess of undergrowth and saplings. Into the sea of shadows and stumps. Into the woods.

The full moon above cast an unearthly, pale glow on the whole forest as the young lovers darted between the trunks of trees and clambered over the rocks and fallen logs. The light of the house, too, still washed into the forest as they sought to get out of sight, and find a spot well suited to the activities on both their minds. Soon, the glow of the lights was lost behind them and only the moon was left to light the way. The last few fireflies, too stubborn to know when their summer had vanished, drifted in the air and stood proud on the taller stalks of grass in the clearing as the pair stumbled into it, breathless and giddy.

A few more stumbling steps led the pair through the grass and to the center of the tiny glen. Fireflies, disturbed upon their perches, took to the air in fright, sluggish in the cool air and drifting more like snowflakes than insects. One step led to a stumble. A stumble led to a tumble. Then, before either of them had a moment to realize they were falling, 'Harley Quinn' Jamie was laying atop his 'Joker' Ash. The realization of their position quickly dawned upon Jamie and a grin split his muzzle.

"Hey, Mister. J," He said, putting on his best impersonation of his comic book likeness. "How about you let your Harley take you for a ride, huh?" To emphasize he ground himself against his pinned lover, the skimpy skirt he wore now doing little and less to impede his arousal. Ash took a moment in regaining his composure enough to follow along with the act, but the grin plastered across the makeup on his muzzle grew almost comically wide.

"Why Harley, dear, you know I'm a busy man," Ash responded, gently pushing Jamie away. The fox didn't relent, instead leaning in, bringing his snout ever closer to his lover.

"Could I persuade you, puddin'?" he asked playfully before he dove in for the kiss. Their lips locked, and Ash's eyes shot open for a moment before drifting closed as they both lost themselves in the moment. The feeling of their bodies against one another, muscles tensing and relaxing, fur shifting against fur as costumes slid out of place with each light grinding of their hips and exploratory shuffle of their hands as they felt each other up. Leting their tongues meet one another for a brief moment before they broke the kiss, Jamie looking down at the pinned coywolf expectantly. "I, uuhhh, think you've persuaded me. I'll tell my other appointments I've been... a bit tied up," his head darted forward and planted a quick peck on Jamie's snout.

"Tied up, huh? I don't think we've got the equipment for that out here," Jamie said, despite the ever more rapid wagging of his bushy, vulpine tail.

"Oh, I think we do," Ash squirmed a bit beneath Jamie who still sat astride his thighs. It took a moment of digging through the inner pockets of his jacket before he victoriously pulled out a simple, leather collar and a fine, leather lead. In the moonlight the buckles and clasps twinkled with each and every sway and clinked melodiously like a kinky windchime. "I might need some help putting it on..."

"I thought you'd never ask, hon," Jamie smiled and took the offered leash and collar. Slowly, lovingly, he clasped it about the coywolf's neck, snugging the strap enough to decidedly secure his prize. Now, Jamie relished, Ash was his. The fox gave his bound boyfriend another kiss, this time on the cheek. A bit of the white makeup from the costume came away with the kiss, but neither of them minded much, too lost in the moment to care. Their costumes would likely be ruined before the night was through, anyway. Ash abandoned his purple coat and underlying vest quite quickly and Jamie shook his hair free from where he'd had it tied up, letting it fall loosely to frame his face.

The would-be Harley stood, tail flagging as he did so to give his collared partner an enticing view of his rump beneath the slightly tugged-down skirt. Orange fur gave way to white fluff where inner thigh met rounded butt. A quick tug on the leash told Ash he ought to rise too, in a way he hadn't already. He hurriedly pushed himself to his feet, helped along by a few insistent tugs from his lover, sending him ever so slightly stumbling after the fox as he was led toward the flat stone at the center of the clearing. Jamie sat legs crossed over one another, on the rock's edge and beckoned Ash forward with a crooked finger, tugging the lead insistently until the coywolf, anything but coy at this point, was kneeling right before him. His eyes wide and begging as the fox parted his legs and let his arousal be plainly seen. Another tug pulled Ash jerkingly forward and he barely managed to catch himself on the fox's knees, spreading the orange and white furred legs apart even further.

The skirt did nothing to hide it, and Jamie's free hand further pulled the fabric back to reveal an erection standing tall above a pair of furred balls, tapered tip already glistening with a bead of pre, with the skirt smearing it down along his full length, all the way to his slightly-inflated knot. Ash leaned in, taking a whiff of his mates masculine, musky scent. Letting the odor of his arousal settle into his mind and urge him towards that throbbing, slightly-slicked spire of flesh. Jamie didn't even have to tug on the leash to draw his mate closer, his nose brushing against the throbbing spire of fox meat while its owner looked on, tender yet expectant.

Another deep whiff of his mate's scent and Ash leaned in to run his tongue over the orbs beneath his boyfriend's shaft while his right hand wrapped about the fox's length, stroking gently and earning a gasp from Jamie as he was fondled and massaged by his eager partner. The excited fox's musk permeated the air all around the pair, setting both their pulses racing a bit more and encouraging their eyelids to drift ever so slightly closed as each got lost in the sensation of the contact. Each lick across his balls drew a shudder from Jamie as Ash moved into a rhythm of stroking and gently lapping. The vulpine's grip slackened on the leash, granting his coywolf lover a bit more freedom of movement.

He took advantage of this to draw his head up, lewdly slurping from bottom to top on Jamie's shaft, stopping to pay special attention to the lobes of his knot, still not fully engorged, but noticeable enough to demand some focus from his smooth, eager tongue. Lick after loving lick, he doted on Jamie's shaft, running from base to tip, lapping up the beads of pre gathering with each needy throb of the fox's length. Ash could hardly take his eyes of Jamie's the whole time, two shimmering pools of gold meeting his own emerald ones, locking their gazes together while the coywolf ministrations grew more enthusiastic, even taking the tip of the fox's member into his maw and beginning to bob his head lightly upon it, suckling for a moment before moving back to licking.

Jamie, for his part, let his free hand wander down his own thigh, clenching on it with each slrup and suckle until he reached out to caress the his lover's cheek, stroking gently over his furred jawline and neck, tracing gently up and down, moving with the coywolf as he fellated the fox. Soon that hand found its way behind Ash's ears and, once he took Jamie's length between his lips again, the fox pressed down insistently but not unkindly. It was clear to Ash that he was to keep that red, slick shaft in his mouth until his mate released within and gave him his halloween 'treat.' As if on cue, Jamie's hips bucked upward, pushing himself a little into his mate's mouth and he huffed a bit at the more intense envelopment.

"Mmmm... keep that up, hun. You're doing great," Jamie crooned as Ash's head began to bob on the meatly spire between his thighs. The coywolf could only manage a muffled grunt around the fox meat filling his mouth and wasn't about to come up to speak his piece. Truth be told, Jamie was already very close and it wouldn't be long before he climaxed and spilled himself within the confines of that moist, demanding maw. Up and down, up and down, again and again Ash took the throbbing member between his jaws, the musk of his foxy lover beginning to overpower him, clouding his mind as he ever advanced his pace, lavishing his mate with more and more attention. Jamie relished the feeling, as a tension mounted in his loins and a warmth spread up into his belly. Closer and closer to the edge he got, moaning and grunting in time with Ash until, finally, the Coywolf's lips kissed the verge of his knot and then it was over. Like a lightning strike, endorphins rushed through Jamie's system. The warmth that had been confined to his groin and belly shot through each fibre of his being. Each silky caress of that tongue over his cock set him shivering. His muscles tensed and hide tingled and all at once he exploded into the waiting mouth enveloping his member, furred hand resting on the back of Ash's head and keeping him from pulling away, other arm tugging the leash and pulling him even further down. In the night, as he finally climaxed, the fox let loose an almost wolf-like howl....

....One that was answered from nearby, by a great many other voices.

Jamie's spine stiffened further, Ash shoved himself up from his lover's lap, gasping and taking a few more spurts of fox seed across his fur, not that he much noticed, both lovers were far too distracted by what they saw in the woods around them. Just within the treeline, at the edge of the clearing, dozens of glowing, yellow eyes stared back. The couple had an audience, and another howl, chillingly close, revealed just who, or rather what, was watching them.

Both Jamie and Ash stood, looking every direction and taking in their situation. They were totally surrounded. Eyes and the cracking of twigs and rustling of leaves on all sides drove that home. Jamie pulled Ash in closer, the leash falling from his hand as they simply embraced, shuddering and frantically seeking escape.

"Jamie... where did they come from?" Ash asked, eyes wild and searching.

"I-I don't know. They weren't there when we got here," Jamie stammered, unable to look away from those piercing yellow eyes. One pair, a full head and shoulders higher than all the others, carried a particular predatory and malicious intensity. And they were getting closer. "Maaaybe they're friendly?"

"I don't think so," Ash whimpered. "Listen to them!" Indeed, a low growling filled the air then, an unmistakable sound of threat and challenge. There was only one thing this could possibly mean. They were not welcome. And they were prey.

The saplings of the treeline shuddered and a large shape shouldered its way through. Covered in a coat of ragged, shaggy fur, brown and tan like the trees and fallen leaves of the forest, the werewolf had to be more than two towering meters of muscle and malice, his glowing, yellow eyes burning with a cunning and an ill intent. A sneer mingled on his lupine jaws with a snarl of intimidation. Each slow, deliberate step bringing him closer and closer to the pair of cowering, quasi-costumed lovers.

"Run," Jamie grumbled, nudging Ash away and towards the far treeline where he'd spotted a gap in the ring of eyes that surrounded them.

"What?" Ash asked, distracted by the furry behemoth bearing down on them.

"Run!" Jamie shouted with a shove, sending Ash stumbling. The only thing that saved him from tumbling completely to the forest floor was Jamie's grip on the leash with which he dragged the coywolf to his side as he took off at a dead sprint. Getting the message quickly, and choking a bit at the sudden tug on his lead, Ash followed a step behind. Within moments they pair were flying through the undergrowth at break-neck speed. Striding over fallen logs and around rocks. At their backs a howl went up, presumably from the the alpha of the pack, joined soon by well over a dozen other throats with the same, fell cry. The hunt was on.

Neither Jamie nor Ash dared look back as they fled, fearing what exactly they might find, or how close their pursuers might actually be. So they kept running. Running until their lungs screamed for a break, but they couldn't let them have one. Every attempt to turn back toward the house, back towards what might be safety was met with another chorus of howls and the appearance of more eyes and shadowy forms. Every turn they tried to take saw them shepherded away and further into the forest until, quite suddenly, they came to the base of a cliff and ran out of places to run.

Stone and moss rose up before them and a total encirclement of fur and claws loped behind them, slowing the chase as they realized they had cornered their quarry. The howling and baying gave way to excited yips and barks. They'd caught them and, whatever the werewolf pack had planned for the couple, it was cause for celebration. Jamie and Ash turned to face their pursuers then, steeling themselves for their fate. They embraced, pulling closer to one another even as they slowly backed up, closer and closer to the cliff face until a sudden *thump* from behind set them whirling about again. The big werewolf was there, having dropped from the clifftop, a short fall for a beast of his stature, but a not inconsiderable climb for those of normal stature like the two trapped lovers. The massive lupine rose to his full height again and approached his prey.

The brute stood as tall as ever and his long, canine muzzle was split in a cruel grin, his teeth catching the moonlight and glinting tauntingly. Those piercing, yellow eyes glared down from on high as he drew closer, close enough they could smell the powerful musk radiating from the monster. Thick, heady, almost intoxicating. It spoke of a creature of great strength and dominance. A true alpha. He finally emerged from the shadows in full, letting the moonlight wash over him and both lovers saw that the lupine monstrosity wasn't only large of stature, but large in... other ways.

On display for all to see, hanging between the wolf's thighs, a massive, girthy canine member of giant proportion bobbed and swung, growing progressively more erect with each step he took until, with an air of finality, he came to stop a mere arm's length from the couple, his cock covering most of that distance though and throbbing demandingly close to the pair of panting, ragged lovers.

The pack Alpha snorted and rolled his hips. An obvious message. No, not a message; a demand. Jamie and Ash delayed, reluctant to yield to the whims of this creature, or perhaps too awestruck and dumbfounded at the sight before them that they couldn't act. Regardless, the Alpha took matters into his own hands and grabbed the leash that still dangled from about Ash's neck and tugged the coywolf quite roughly away from Jamie and into his own grip. Ash yelped in surprise and Jamie tried to hold onto him but a snarl from the Alpha saw him back down, ears flattening against the top of his head and tail drooping. The werewolf's member brushed against the smaller canine's belly as Ash was dragged by it, leaving a streak of precum-matted fur in its wake and marking him as the Alpha's property. Or, well, starting to mark him as such. Another rough tug spun Ash around and then the Alpha shoved him to his knees, then all fours, as he tugged the coywolf's tail up and leant down to nose beneath it. Sniffing, huffing, taking in the other male's scent. Jamie stared on in a combination of horror and intrigue, curious as to what the werewolf had planned, but also fearful for Ash's wellbeing. His heart leap into his throat when the saw the massive, male lick his lips, dig his free claws into the fur of Ash's rump and...

...Plant a slow, lick between the spread cheeks of the coywolf's butt. The Alpha's tongue curled along the contours of Ash's rear, then retracted behind that pair of canine lips. He stopped for a moment, as if to ponder something, then spat on it and rubbed the slick substance on Ash's exposed and now very slicked tailhole. He spat again, this time into his palm and rubbed the moisture along his length, slicking it and preparing it for what inevitably followed. Ash whimpered beneath the huge beast, but didn't move, whether from fear of reprisal or acceptance of what was coming, it didn't matter. Jamie's breath caught in his throat when the Alpha pointed at him with a wickedly clawed finger and beckoned him closer. The fox was frozen for a moment before a low growl reminded him of just who was in charge and he scampered over quickly.

"You will have your turn with him," the alpha growled. His voice was dark, gravelly, and commanding. "But for now, he is mine, and so are you." Jamie was taken aback and Ash jumped at the sudden speech, tugging a bit at the lead around his neck.

"Y-you speak?" Jamie said, equal parts incredulity and relief in his voice.

"Yes, I speak, pup," the Alpha said, a hand going to Jamie's shoulder and gripping it tightly. "And you will call me your Alpha from now on. Is that understood?"

"Why are you doing this to us? Why'd you chase us-" Ash began to ask. The Alpha silenced him with a quick rebuke.

"You will do as I demand and not speak unless spoken to!" he snarled down at the quickly subdued coywolf. Then, he turned back to Jamie, fire still in his eyes but his tone more measured. "Is that understood, fox?"

"Yes, Alpha," Jamie uttered. The werewolf then turned his gaze on Ash.

"Is that understood?"

"Yes, Alpha," he replied hastily, almost breathlessly. "Of course, Alpha."

"You're learning quickly," Alpha sneered. "You, fox. See to me while I have my way with this one."

"How... how exactly," Jamie asked, haltingly as the wolf removed his hand from the fox's shoulder and placed it on Ash's waist, tugging the coywolf backwards onto his cock, pressing it under Ash's tail.

"You'll figured it out," Alpha said. "Get creative." With that, he began pressing his tip firmly against the trembling coywolf's puckered rear. This werewolf was no slouch as far as endowment went, and while Ash might have had plenty of experience taking his mate back there, this monster was a whole different beast entirely and, for a moment, it seemed like he'd never fit. But with a huff, a shove, and a whine from Ash as he felt himself being spread wide, the tip of the werewolf's length found its way in. Nestled firmly between those brown-furred rump cheeks, pressing into the tight flesh he found there. The earlier lubrication made things only marginally more comfortable as the brute pushed harder, spreading Ash's rear more and more. An inch now pushed inside as the larger male rocked back, pulling it free then rocking forward again, pressing in more. Ash bit his lip against the sheer size of the new intruder, but his tail still flagged to the side and he made no move to pull away.

Jamie, for his part, let his eyes wander briefly, gazing over the well muscled, hulking form of his new alpha. Those powerful legs, broad shoulders, toned back, and firm butt. For someone Jamie had thought a monster mere moments before, the alpha was really quite handsome, in a rugged, wild kind of way. Everything about him spoke of strength and dominance. His form was raw, masculine, and rather sexy, if Jamie were completely honest with himself. His eyes went to the large, gently swaying pair of orbs between the wolf's legs Full of the seed that powerful male carried, ready to spill and mark who he might as his and his alone. They seemed as good a place to begin with as any.

Jamie knelt behind the werewolf, wrapping one arm around his thick, toned thigh and brought the other around between his legs to cup the towering male's balls, gently stroking and fondling them idly as they swayed. The fox was normally the dominant one, but faced with such overpowering scent and will, there was something primal in Jamie's psyche that bid him obey the werewolf and, more than obey, actively dote on and try to please. Even as he gently caressed the stranger he felt his tail wagging excitedly behind him.

"Now you're getting the idea... keep that up and maybe I'll go easy on the two of ya."

Ash, for his part, tried to relax and let the monster enter him and, at least in part, it was working. Panting both from the run he and Jamie had made and the pressure upon his backside, he sounded every part as feral as the Alpha trying to thrust into him. The attempts grew stronger, each formerly light bump against him becoming a more insistent shove, forcing more and more of the massive length into the coywolf's poor hole. The lubrication from the wolf's saliva aided a bit, however, and all of a sudden, the widest portion of the beast's member pushed past that taut ring of flesh and the rest of him sank into Ash's rear up to the knot which, thankfully for the recipient, no amount of pushing, stretching, or lube would ever manage to force inside. The sudden intrusion hit him like a train as he was dragged backward onto the veritable spire of werewolf-meat. Pleasure and pain rushed through him, tinged with relief, knowing he wouldn't be stretched any wider. Jamie looked on, helpless to do anything but spectate as his boyfriend was reamed from behind. It was a view the fox had had many times before, but never as a spectator and never with such a large member stretching the coywolf's tailhole so far open. He felt a tingle run up his spine, sympathy for Ash or fantasy of being in the same position, it was hard to tell.

"You're doing great, hun," Jamie crooned to Ash, the concern from earlier vanishing like a spectre from his face. Replaced with a fascination at watching someone else take his boyfriend right before his eyes.

"Did I say you could speak?" the werewolf asked, gruffly.

"No, Alpha. Sorry," Jamie squeaked out. "Hnng, you're a tight one," the Alpha quipped as Jamie continued to toy with his balls. The fox's eyes were wide as he watched his mate take so much of the werewolf's cock so suddenly. Then, the marvelously endowed male began to pull back out, until his tip was nestled just barely inside before thrusting forward again. Then again, and again until he fell into a quick but forceful rhythm, his hips thumping against Ash with each thrust as he tugged on the leash still clasped to the collar around the coywolf's neck.

Jamie's hand didn't leave the balls it cradled, but the act of keeping them stable was all but a fool's errand with how they swung. Instead, he simply began to lightly squeeze them, and let his hand and arm swing with each roll of his hips and each slap of that knot against raw, slicked tailhole. Each and every thrust pressed the Alpha's throbbing length back in, stretching that rear around it. Pistoning back and forth, back and forth, rocking Ash forward with each meeting of knot and ever-further-gaped pucker. The werewolf's voice was all snarls and growls now, normal speech abandoned in the heat of the moment as the rest of the pack looked on as he claimed the first prize of their hunt. Again and again his hips met those before him and again he drew back. Sensing a bit of tension building in the muscles of his new Alpha Jamie slowly brought his hand up along the wolf's belly to feel the washboard of his abs just beneath the short fur, then slowly traced downward, to the base of that monster cock and cupped behind his knot. The sudden squeeze was enough to drive the Alpha over the edge. Letting loose another howl he slammed home, pressing his knot hard against the coywolf's rear as he shot streams of white, hot seed into the waiting depths, flooding them beyond capacity with a lot spilling out around the cock. His length twitched and throbbed and the scent of the beast grew nearly overpowering. Jamie felt the orbs in his grasp tense and squeeze as they let loose their load inside his lover.

His howl faded to a low growl as he finally spent himself and, finally, pulled free of Ash's well used rear, seed practically pouring out once the obstruction vanished, leaving a gaping yet filled hole behind. The Alpha's scent was even stronger now, hitting Jamie's nose. Virile, potent, and overwhelmingly male. The hand Jamie had been resting just behind that monster knot popped over it to stroke up and down his full, messy length, keeping his shaft stimulated and quite erect. Not that the werewolf seemed to need much help there. Like a living beast in its own right, Jamie could feel the pulsing heartbeat with every twitch of the Alpha's massive cock. Slick and warm in his grasp he idly stroked it while the werewolf recovered and came down from his high.

Still afraid to speak, given the Alpha's words earlier, Jamie reached out a concerned hand towards his mate, cum still sticking to his fingering from stroking the werewolf's length and leaving streaks along Ash's fur as Jamie petted his mate reassuringly. The coywolf whimpered a bit, torn between the feelings of soreness and the incredible stimulation from the pounding he'd just taken mingled with the spreading warmth of the werewolf's seed dripping from his gaped, spasming rear.

"You're next, pup," the Alpha grumbled, a massive hand reaching for Jamie and taking him by the scruff. "But, you can have your turn with him while I have my go at you if ya like." Jamie bit back a rising lump in his throat. Yes, the offer was enticing, but having seen just how.... Large the werewolf was, he had doubts. Besides, he'd never been with anyone in front of such an audience. His gaze went to the dozens of glowing eyes that still peered out from the undergrowth all around and, in some places, the fully visible pack members they belonged to as well. Wolves of all colors and builds, male and female, tall, short, all of them toned and well muscled in their lycanthropic forms. A rough tug from the Alpha reminded Jamie that he didn't have much choice in the matter and he stood, stepping between the lupine giant and his kneeling, still-collared mate. Both trembled slightly under the gaze of so many others, and the dominating presence of the Alpha as he bid Jamie kneel before him too.

Jamie wasn't exactly hiding the little thrill he got at the sudden commands, despite his trepidation, and his malehood wouldn't have done him any favors in hiding it anyway. Fully erect from the show he'd just witnessed, his length held up the skirt that had adorned his hips all evening, mostly futilely since the pair had left the house if truth be told. In a final gesture of submission before dropping to his knees, the fox pulled the skirt off and let it fall about his ankles, useless for the moment as the fallen leaves it landed among. Then, Jamie knelt, his cock lined up with Ash's rump just in front of him, and he felt the cum-slicked length of the Alpha brush beneath his tail. At first, it was gentle, then more forceful as his tip met the puckered ring of flesh it sought. The Alpha bucked his hips against Jamie's, the force both spreading him slightly and rocking him forward. With a free hand he caught himself against Ash's back and another against a tree beside him claws digging into the bark to keep him from falling further forward. He did, however, not stop himself in time to keep from sliding, almost without resistance, into the coywolf's well used rear, even slipping over his partially inflated knot with nary a pause. Ash yipped in surprise, but apparently after the rutting he'd just taken, Jamie's cock was a welcome, familiar, and easier presence to take. The coywolf huffed a bit but kept the Alpha's imposed silence, instead grinding lightly against his mate from the front while the werewolf worked him from behind. Hips to rump with his mate, Jamie felt the pressure at his own rear grow more intense, now that he was braced against something, and the wolf's tip slipped its way inside.

Jamie bit his lip against the intrusion. It hurt, but not so much as he expected. Jamie put that down to the lubrication along the werewolf's cock from the previous romp with Ash. He tried to relax, taking deep breaths and unclenching every muscle he could. Getting that length inside was going to be quite the challenge. Nevertheless, it was a challenge he was about to accept, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. A tug on Ash's leash pulled him against Jamie and, by extension, Jamie against the Alpha. A mix of emotions flooded Jamie's mind as the pressure mounted beneath his tail, the spire of canine flesh forcing its way inward, spreading him further and further, wider than he'd ever been stretched. He didn't even have the will to try an reciprocate Ash's grinding. All the fox could focus on was the feeling of intrusion and on trying to accomodate what felt more and more like something that would break him. Then, all at once, the widest portion of the wolf slipped in and, much as it had with Ash before, the rest followed. It was Jamie's turn to yelp when that knot met his rump, rocking both he and Ash forward as Jamie's claws raked new gouges in the bark of the tree he was leaning on. That yelp turned into a moan as the Alpha pulled back and began humping steadily into his newfound opening.

Each thrust bumped Jamie's hips forward against his mate and, once he'd recovered from the initial shock, he began to thrust his own hips forward, matching the rhythm of the Alpha's own hips, but delayed ever so slightly so he got just the right stroke of that cock along his prostate, stretching his bowels and rubbing his depths in all the right ways as his own member found its home within the now far tighter rump of the coywolf before him. Like some lewd line dance, they rutted in unison, moans and grunts filling the air all three worked towards their respective peaks. Jamie's hand moved from Ash's back to grasp his member, and tease him towards climax as Jamie approached his own, rhythm beginning to falter and his loins feeling a tension build again, as they had before back in the clearing. The Alpha, seemingly possessed of infinite stamina, seemed not nearly as close to the edge as both of his partners. Minutes more passed, each of them lost in the moment and the feeling. Jamie and Ash glanced back at the Alpha as he let out a growl.

"You're not half bad. Might keep you around the pack if you're willing after tonight, how'd you like that, pups?" the larger male leaned in and rumbled the suggestion in Jamie's ear. It was taboo, thrilling and, in his currently horny state, appealing.

"I-I might... ah.... I might do that, Alpha," Jamie moaned, the reality of what he said not truly ringing clear as Ash clenched down around his cock and the werewolf drove into him with a bit more force than before, changing his angle of thrust while he was at it. A wave of pleasure overcame him and any other words died on his tongue.

Each thump of hips hitting rump signaled another moment closer to their releases. Like animals they rutted, paces growing faster and faster if more erratic. A whine and a tensing of muscles here, a yip and a stiffening of the spine there and it was all but sealed that they'd reached their limits. One thrust more and, oddly enough, the Alpha was the first to spill himself. He slammed his knot home against the tightly stretched fox rump before him, snarling as he did so, letting loose his seed into Jamie's inner depths. The sudden rush of warmth, the finality and feral vigor of that thrust and the feeling of the massive male pressed against his back sent jamie over the edge next as he slipped, knot and all, back into his mate, tying them together as Ash took yet another torrent of seed within him. Then, finally, Ash tipped past the edge, Jamie felt the coywolf's cock twitch and pulse in his hand and, quite suddenly, he shuddered and let loose his own climax on the forest floor, adding his own keening cry to the chorus of orgasmic bliss.

Slowly, gradually, they fell still, panting and gasping as the wave of pleasure and exhilaration receded and left all three lovers coming to grips with what they'd done, where they were, and what came next. Jamie tried to tug his way free of Ash's rump, but he had tightened back up significantly since his romp with the Alpha and the fox was held firm. The Alpha, on the other hand, tugged his length out of Jamie, not having the same immobilizing tie as the fox and he stood, letting the leash fall from his hand after giving a final tug. He stretched, rolled his shoulders and let loose another long, drawn out howl. Each of the pack members picked up the same cry and soon the woods were filled with the fell baying of just over a dozen lycan throats. The Alpha turned back to the still tied lovers.

"Well then, you two certainly are fun. It would be a shame to deny all my pack the same pleasure I've just had though. There's about fourteen of them here. I'm sure they'll keep you busy until morning," with a wicked grin and a chuckle he turned toward the waiting and eager lupines surrounding them. "Give these two a good welcome to the pack. Have at them!"

So, beneath the light of a glowing, harvest moon as the cool of Autumn gave way to the chill of winter, on a fine Halloween night, the werewolves closed in on their cornered prey. They would all take their share, and claim the two wayward, barely costumed lovers as their own. Funnily enough, before the night was out, Jamie and Ash weren't too opposed to the idea themselves.