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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fenrir2115

Markiz leaned back against the oak tree, the alchemy merchant (though he did rather fancy himself as more of an alchemist, if he got technical about) frowning, lips turning down even as they pressed into a thin, hard line. An anthro canine, he had markings similar to some of the German Shepherd type anthro dogs that he had seen about his travels, moving from one town to the next as was the way of a merchant life. However, where his fur would have been tan, it was a rich, dark brown, the rest of his body marked with black points, a cunning muzzle and ears that seemed constantly in motion, twitching back and forth to catch every little sound that they could. The colouration and his large ears were partially due to him not just being a German Shepherd canine, of course, but also being part Fennec fox. The fox in him, however, was not always obvious to the undiscerning eye.

He travelled with Tra-el, a large, feral wolf that worked with him, though he was more of a companion than anything else. The grey-furred wolf was much larger than any regular wolf, more like a dire wolf, walking on all fours, though he laid half in and half out of the tent that Markiz had already set up.

"It wouldn't take so long to set up the tent if I could have a smaller one," Markiz quipped playfully, though it was a joke that was a little bit of a sore spot with Tra-el. "Your tail would stick out of anything smaller though, Tra, maybe you should lay off the dumplings..."

Tra growled, eyes narrowing, though he should have been well enough used to Markiz' jokes by that time. The wolf poked at the pile of supplies, the crates that had been on either side of his back, for it was his role as a merchant's companion to carry cargo from town to town.

"If I did not eat what I did, I would not carry what you need, Markiz..."

Of course, Markiz had only been joking, chuckling softly and shaking his head. The crispness of autumn was in the air, though it would soon be winter. They needed to head home soon, their travels for the season complete.

"At least there was more than enough coin flowing in Everfall," Markiz commented, though their takings had already been set aside. "We will purchase from the farmers, the weavers, stock up for spring... I hear fine jewellery, gemstones - those are where the money is these days. And they'll be lighter to carry, smaller, we can take more. That will be something we branch into in spring, stocking up from the miners, especially, in the meantime."

"Mhm..."

Tra wasn't quite listening, the wolf nosing at the bags, hunting for food. He could have tried to hunt a deer or rabbit or anything else at all, but it was easier to go through the bags. They had, after all, brought dried stores of meat along with them and there were some cheeses in there that the wolf was rather partial to also...

"Hey, what are you doing?" Markiz frowned, half sitting up. "No! Tra-el, we don't have enough for you to be taking extra!"

The wolf frowned, tilting his head.

"There's enough for you... But how about we bet on it instead?"

Markiz pressed his lips together, not quite following.

"What do you mean? I think that's just a sly way of you trying to get extra food..."

Tra grinned, tongue lolling out pinkly.

"Perhaps... But only if I win the bet. You might."

His tail lifted, grunting softly, eyes alight. There was one thing, after all, that he would be quite interested in doing, a little endurance, but in a way that he and Markiz were quite interested in enjoying...

There were things that took place on the road, after all, that had brought them even closer together.

"How about a little endurance," Tra suggested, the wolf pacing closer, though there was a smirk on his face. "You know... I won't ask for extra food again the whole rest of the trip, if you win. Or I get all the extra food I want today, from your share of the coin, if I win the bet. Sound fair?"

Markiz sighed and looked up.

"Hm... And what is this endurance trial, may I ask?"

The wolf grinned, lifting his tail, obviously showing off his large balls, even though Markiz' heart hammered. Those nuts should have been well-hidden by the fur of his body, yet he posed himself just so that they hung down, fat and swollen, begging attention. The fleshy fold of his sheath swelled under his stomach, thickening with the pulse of his growing cock.

"If you take my knot," Tra-el challenged him, "then you'll win the bet. But you've got to keep going, you know... Endure it. No cumming, or that'll be your side of the bet finished!"

Markiz sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, more heat in his face than he was proud to admit. Damn it, the wolf knew how to get to him and he was more than a little worked up after seeing a very good-looking chap back in the last town. He'd hoped to spend the night with him, but they'd, unfortunately, had to move on, seeing signs of storms brewing. Thus, his needs had not been met and he had been left aroused. Not that he had spent any time with anyone else other than Tra-el since he had started travelling with the wolf - but that was something that he would think about another time.

"Tra, this is ridiculous," he grumbled. "You just want food, admit it."

The wolf growled, eyes glinting, head lowered dominantly.

"Of course... But I think you're simply scared that you'll lose! Admit it, Markiz, you're scared."

He knew he shouldn't have allowed himself to be pushed around, but there was some measure of masculine pride at stake too. He didn't want to look weak, though it was almost a weakness to be bullied into a bet, even if the sex itself was by no means a bad thing. They'd slept together multiple times, even though the nature of their relationship remained to be defined.

Maybe some things were not meant to be defined. That was how it felt to Markiz as he settled on a blanket near the crackling fire, one side of him warmer than the other, secluded away from the travellers' trail with the wolf looming over him. The large, dominant wolf panted heavily, showing off how his cock slipped from his sheath, just the tip poking out, a rich pink that begged attention.

"Go on then, if you're not backing out of the bet..."

Markiz grumbled, but he still did it. If he won, anyway, that meant that he'd have peace from the wolf, which was very much a good thing! His hands expertly smoothed over the wolf's fur around his upper legs, coming down and around under his stomach, the insides of his legs, caressing his sheath. Tra grunted and Markiz pressed on, using his mouth on the very tip of the wolf's cock to coax it out even further, though wearing clothes right then felt a bit too restrictive. If he knew Tra, however, he would not be with them for very much longer at all.

The wolf grunted and rocked his hips, as if he was getting into it more and more, his tail lifting stiffly, dominantly, a gesture that another wolf would have understood more clearly than an anthro that did not quite communicate like that anymore. But Markiz understood him well enough as he massaged his cock, letting the firm rod of flesh thicken up between his hands and his mouth, though it was too big for him to suck down when it was fully hard.

The wolf pawed at him, grinning as he, quite neatly, helped Markiz out of his trousers, underwear coming along with them. They were tough, for travelling, though the cotton of the inner layer was high quality, everything that a merchant should have embodied. However, the wolf didn't care about the value of fineries like that, only his prey, his hot victim - or at least the hole that was going to please his cock. All he could see was the lust of the moment, sure that he would not cum too quickly, not more so than Markiz, and determined to enjoy the moment.

And Tra would enjoy it even more when he had a belly full of food afterwards too...

The wolf lapped, pushing over the dog's backside, tongue teasing against his clean hole. Under him, Markiz moaned, but Tra pushed on, knowing that he was ready, grunting, a low growl rumbling up from the back of his throat.

"Mmmm..."

It would have been easy for both of them to forget the bet, even as Markiz' rear was slickened up, lewd and sloppy, for there was nothing clean about sex like that. Tra pushed against him so insistently, Markiz' cock hardening, his body betraying his mind as that tongue wriggled inside him. It was not needed, not always, though it was good foreplay too, a good warm-up that he needed, aching deep up inside his core.

Markiz moaned, almost forgetting why he was there, that there was still, very much, a bet at play, breath catching in his throat.

"Oh, fuck, Tra..."

He should have had something smarter than that, but his tongue was not as quick as it usually was when he was being rimmed like that, the wolf's cock aching in his hands, leaking pre-cum. With the difference in their sizes, the wolf was more than easily able to reach his backside while Markiz was jacking him off, though Tra's eyes gleamed with more lust than his hands could manage.

"Strip... You're wearing too much still!"

Markiz was more than happy to do that, ridding himself of his leather jacket and shirt, though it would not be long before he would need an undershirt too. That was not a problem that time, however, not as the wolf coaxed him onto all fours, though Markiz raised his tail eagerly for the wolf.

Maybe his mind, however, should have been more on the bet than his pleasure, losing himself in the moment, grunting as the wolf pushed into him. It was an easy slide, the wolf knowing the pressure of his body intimately after so long travelling together, fucking together, just how to bear down over Markiz to get what he wanted.

"Oh, yesss..."

Tra groaned, pushing in deeply, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, roughly pushing, keen to take what he saw as his. He'd almost forgotten about the extra food, drowning in pleasure, the tightness of the dog's tail hole around him making his head swim in the best of ways, as if he was losing his sense of himself. However, he was locked into the moment, arousal mounting swiftly as he thrust and thrust, powering into the canine anthro with raw, wild abandon.

He wanted it, snarling, tail stiff as he took his pleasure. It was easy to forget about things, even if he was not balls-deep inside the dog yet, not quite yet. He growled, powering in, the dog's tail brushing against his own fur as he slammed in, intent on one thing and one thing alone.

There was no sense, after all, in not seeking out what he needed, not taking it crudely, roughly, powerfully. Markiz, after all, offered it all up to him, aching on all fours, though Markiz panted even more heavily than he did.

And it was harder and harder for Markiz to hold out, even though he should not have been anywhere near as close to the edge as he was already, his cock hard, aching, pulsing as if he was about to lose his load right then and there. Letting out a long, low groan, he tucked his chin down, clenching his jaw, trying to hold out.

He couldn't...do it, he said to himself, though he didn't let the words pass his lips. He couldn't let the wolf know openly how much he was getting to him, even though the pounding, driving, overpowering thrusts built and built. But the wolf knew him too well, grunting and smirking as he pushed over him even more, shoving Markiz' head down with a well-timed slam of his paw between the dog's shoulder blades.

"Oof! Mmmph..."

"You're going to lose..."

As if it was pre-determined, Tra ground in, his knot swelling. He shouldn't have waited so long to shove all the way in, but the last bit inflated inside Markiz, allowing him enough to gasp, panting, the knot fully popped in. All it took was a breath and a moan, but Markiz couldn't hold it any longer, not even as Tra-el threw his head back and howled. There was nothing quite like a wolf's howl, his throat vibrating, stomach trembling with the force of his cry, though the pressure around his cock and knot was more than enough to pull him over the edge.

The bet was still in play, though Markiz wasn't thinking of that, not as he shot his load, the pressure on his prostate too much for him to bear, trying to grind back with his arse in the air as the wolf slammed in with short, sharp strokes. His cock barely pulled back at all before driving in again, though Tra couldn't hold off either, the two of them cumming together as ropes of hot, sticky wolf seed poured into Markiz' backside, flooding him deeply.

Together, they moaned and grunted through climax, losing themselves in pleasure, in pulse after pulse of it, how it swamped them, pulling through, dragging them down into debauchery. And yet a knot like that would be slow to deflate, not that either minded, the wolf slowly lying down on the blanket that Markiz had laid out, pulling the anthro with him.

"Oof... Tra-el, seriously?"

Markiz was too tired to complain seriously, even then, his backside pleasantly sore, pleasantly full. It would feel empty after he was, once again, devoid of wolf cock, though there was something between him and the wolf that simply caught him coming back for more, time after time again.

The swill of cum throbbing inside him, still spurting, the wolf curling around him, pulled him into a softer state of mind, as if things, mundane things, didn't matter anymore. Maybe that was what Tra was aiming for as he cuddled around him, one leg laid lazily over his arm, holding him close, tail wagging faintly as it swept back and forth against the large blanket.

"Hm..."

Markiz blinked, half looking back at the wolf.

"What? You're going to say something."

Grunting, Tra-el rolled his eyes, pressing in a little closer, his knot tugging at Markiz' backside. The dog anthro grunted, though did not complain.

"Yes..." Tra groaned. "I'm not even hungry anymore."

"Typical... Just as well though, if I lost that one. By a hair."

The funny thing was, Markiz wasn't at all bothered about losing. Maybe he had never been trying to win. But that was the simplicity of their relationship, taking what they needed and finding their way, letting things be just as they were.

Mounted in the forest, after all, would forever remain the best way to break up a journey.

At least, if you asked Tra-el and Markiz, that was.