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The sun was rising and the day was new in the Black Forest, though Suel could hardly see through the thick vegetation above him. There were a few sparse beams of light piercing through the leaves of the trees, highlighting the dense fog that hung low in the brush, but it was all the light the feline needed to hunt.

Suel didn't normally hunt in the traditional sense, but today he wanted to experience the life of a feline; that meant he had to hunt, kill, and eat his prey like a feral. Regardless of his quadruped form, he opted to keep his jewellery on; this included a blue-glowing, three-ring necklace and rings around all four of his paws. While most of his fur was a chocolate brown, his left paws, both front and back, were black.

He was laying flat on a mossy rock atop a small waterfall, looking down into the glade hoping to catch a glimpse of movement, perhaps a fox or mouse. Anything would do, it was more about the ritual than the food to him; he even told himself he wouldn't use any of his more elaborate abilities to trap them.

Like a good hunter, he was patient. He laid atop that rock for hours waiting to see something, but to his dismay nothing appeared. Not a single rustle in the bushes below him to initiate a chase. As his boredom overwhelmed, he started to pay more attention to the vibrant greenery that surrounded him and the steady trickle of the creek that splashed against rocks before meandering through the forest below.

After many hours of fruitless patience, he was ready to call it quits on this ritual; he got up to return to his home, daintily stepping between the dense forest to make as little noise as he could muster. After a few minutes of following the creek upstream, he emerged into a bright clearing and saw precisely what it was he wanted to see: an injured elk feebly trying to drink the water from the same creek he was following.

Stunned for a moment, Suel quickly laid his body down to hide in the tall grass, keeping his eyes trained on the elk. His chestnut-brown and white fur clashed with the green of the grass, but he was so low he was sure the elk wouldn't see him. Slowly he inched forward, parting each and every blade of the long grass to the side without making the least bit of noise, his belly practically dragging along the ground.

The elk quickly raised his head and looked around, Suel froze and pressed his body into the grass to hide. Just at that moment he smelled an odd odor in the air. It wasn't feline or cervine; no, this smell was more like canine, a wolf pack! Suel scanned around to the outer edges of the clearing to detect any hint of others trying to swoop in and steal his kill. His glowing, feline eyes were far better than what the elk had and even better than any canine, so he was able to see the grey fur of a wolf cresting the tips of the grass, slowly edging towards the elk from further upstream.

Suel knew he had to act fast, get the prey before the wolves did, if he made the kill the canines would be forced to leave! Just then, the elk leaned down to take another sip.

Suel was getting increasingly confident that this kill was his, until he heard a snap beside him. He whipped his head around and angled his ears, trying to catch any sound his competition gave up. He could see two more wolves silently closing in from his left, and three more on his right. He didn't want to specualte how many were behind him.

He was only a few meters away from the elk now, which was also alert due to the twig snapping behind him, so the feline took a chance. He crouched down wiggled his hips to tense up the springs that were his hind legs before bursting forth and landing square on the shocked cervine. He dug his teeth into its neck and didn't let go as the elk thrashed about for a few seconds.

Just as he pounced, each and every one of the wolves popped out of their cover and ran towards Suel and his prey. They would have attacked Suel had the alpha male of the pack not growled a warning. Wolves knew how to respect other creatures.

Suel stood there defiantly, bloody and twitching elk hanging from his jaws, his enlarged canines buried a few inches into the neck of the beast. A dozen of the wolves had closed in around him in a semicircle and were growling angrily at the feline that had stolen their meal,trapping him against the creek.

He didn't want to abandon his prey to these wolves on principal; he'd hunted it, stalked it, and killed it, he deserved to keep it. The pack of grey wolves could have easily spent another hour finding practically anything else in the forest to eat. After a quick survey of every one of the canines that surrounded him, he could tell that he easily outweighed each and every one of them, but this was a pack he was dealing with; even if this devolved into a fight he could only take out two or three before one of the others got the better of him.

With the elk having bled out on the grass, the blood dispersing into the stream like a vibrant red ribbon, Suel dropped his prey and stood defiantly, puffing out his chest with a hiss as the hair on his back stood on end, his white and brown ringed tail raised and puffed out to make him look bigger than he was. He wasn't giving up his prey, but it didn't look like the others were willing to let him leave with or without it.

He crouched down as he prepared to strike, when the alpha stepped forward with a growl. He was angry and confrontational but his hair wasn't on end like a wolf who wanted to fight.

Suel squinted his glowing blue eyes to stare in the alpha's golden yellow eyes. He couldn't tell precisely what was wanted from the feline, but Suel knew that this wolf didn't want to fight and he certainly didn't want to leave without this elk carcass.

A negotiation, perhaps.

The feline lowered his tail and relaxed his back, allowing his fur to return to normal, indicating that he didn't want to fight either. He took one step forward, keeping his body over top the dead elk. He raised his head and looked down at the alpha wolf, waiting for his move.

The canine, in a stunning example of odd behaviour, stepped closer and pressed his muzzle into Suel's neck, nibbling at the fur and rubbing against the feline. Suel's initial reaction was to tense up and expect a powerful bite to his neck - he allowed this because he knew his reflexes were better than any wolf and he could easily avoid such a surprise attack - but it never came. The wolf continued to nuzzle into the feline's fur, nibbling and rubbing all down his neck and body until he was able to bury his nose underneath Suel's tail.

Suel was still apprehensive about the entire exchange, but in the interest of respect, he happily raised his tail to give the alpha unrestricted access to his tailhole to sample the feline's scents, knowing that for canines it was a sign of respect and trust. He didn't trust the alpha but he wanted to give the impression he respected him, in the interest of peace.

Once the wolf was content with the scents, able to tell that Suel meant them no harm, he turned to half of the pack and yipped, causing them to back off and sit, no longer angry or growling. He turned to the other half and did the same thing, a loud yip forcing them back and onto their butts.

With each and every one of the pack sitting down in a semicircle around Suel, the Elk, and the alpha, the only escape being through the creek, the feline stepped back and exposed the elk to the alpha. He kept his blue eyes trained on the feral leader, who made no moves to steal the prey. One of the females in the pack hopped forward, but the alpha growled at her and scared her back into her position in the semicircle.

Suel was perplexed. He'd never seen canines of any breed act like this. He knew wolves were known for their organization and mutual respect, but he'd never heard of them doing something like that. It was clear they wanted the elk, and the leader seemed to have a plan, but Suel had no idea what that plan could be.

The alpha hopped towards the feline and let out a cute bark, crouching down with his butt raised. Was he trying to play? Suel leaned back and raised a paw, unsure of what to do in this situation. After a few moments of contemplation, he felt the safest course of action was to mirror the wolf's moves, stepping away from the elk and laying his upper body on the ground, butt raised in the air with tail arched over his body.

The two of them wagged their tails in unison, Suel's longer and thinner appendage doing so with a fluid dance rather than the erratic, jerking motion of a canine. The circled around each other and pawed at each others' faces playfully for a moment before the alpha stood up and walked up to Suel and rubbed past him, dragging his cheek all down the feline's side and pressing their bodies together, looking opposite directions.

Suel was unfamiliar with this ritual, so he kept the same position, chest on the ground and butt up in the air, peering back to see what the alpha's next move was.

Much to his surprise, the alpha hopped up and placed his paws on Suel's hindquarters, nipping at his back fur for a bit before rearranging his feet to that he was in breeding position.

Suel quickly got to his feet and tried to walk away, but the alpha gripped at the feline's hips with his forelegs and growled angrily with bared teeth; it was clear he was not to move. He wanted nothing to do with this, but he still didn't want to fight, so he lowered his ears and hung his head, waiting for the alpha to finish his dominance ritual.

It only took a few seconds before the alpha began to arch his back, thrusting his hips upwards at Suel's backside. The feline was almost a full head taller than any of the wolves, but the alpha would not let that stop him. Suel, in fear of being attacked by the pack, crouched his hind end down and spread his legs, letting the alpha's thrusts hit their marks. He kept his eye trained on the wolf to ensure he didn't do anything too violent.

He could feel the powerful poking of the canine's deflated but still firm member prodding about at his backside, jabbing at the underside of his ballsack and the fur around his tailhole as the wolf thrust vigorously. The alpha had to clamp his jaws down on the feline's back fur to get a better grip so he could continue searching for that fleshy hole that would grant him access to the feline's canal.

Suel bared his teeth at the feeling of the wolf clamping down on him, but didn't move or dare retaliate. Instead he tensed himself up and reared back into the wolf's vigor, the poking at his backside was beginning to get a little unpleasant so he wanted to cut to the chase.

As he crouched down, he could feel the poking member prod a little closer to his tight tailhole, even so far as to jab at the underside of his tail, which he happily pushed to the side to limit complications.

There was a fleeting penetration as the alpha's pointed member pierced through Suel's now-tender flesh and was pulled back out, the alpha not being prepared for a full-on penetration just yet. No worries, however, as now he knew precisely what angle to go in at. With a slight shift to angle his persistent thrusts, the alpha didn't take long to plunge his fleshy rod into Suel's backside.

The feline let out a deep growl as he felt his tender rump flesh part to invite the alpha's length inside. He could feel the wolf sheathe flesh pressing against the fur around his tailhole as the alpha buried his entire length, Suel's surrounding skin and fur peeling the canine's flesh back like it was a foreskin, exposing the entirely of his moist shaft as it plunged deep into him.

Suel could feel the faint bulge of the alpha's knot resting on the inside of his tight pucker, sliding back and forth with each and every shallow thrust. He ground back against it to envelop as much of that member as he could, he didn't want the bulge to engorge while resting in his sphincter, that could hurt. It was only a few seconds before he could feel the bulge inflating inside - the alpha arching his back and doing all he could to bury every inch of his growing member deep inside his feline bitch.

The two were locked together as the alpha's knot began to swell to its full girth, the tight ring of flesh at Suel's entrance urging the growing knot to expand inward rather than force itself out. The feline's body shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the growing bulbs of the knot filled his tight hole, the throbbing, smoothe girth pressing out against his tender, moist flesh, pulsing with each and every rapid heartbeat of the wolf.

The slick warmth of the alpha's length felt surprisingly good against the inside of Suel's tailhole, causing him to tense his muscles up every few seconds, pushing the base of the knot in further, tugging on the alpha's length. He loved the sensation and quickly caught himself purring contentedly with the wolf on his back, the pleasant vibrations resonating down his spine and stimulating the base of the knot further. He lowered his hind end a little and waggled it back and forth, the subtle motions gently twisting the knot about inside him, forcing the bulbs of it to pass over his anterior wall. He felt himself rolling his eyes back in pleasure as the moistened tip of his own barbed cone began to poke out from his own stubby sheathe, exposing the first inch of his black-fleshed member.

He didn't care, it felt good and that's all that matter. With every throb of the knot inside him, every gentle movement that shifted those fleshy bulbs around, he cared just a little less about the elk that this entire dominance show was about. He just wanted to extend the sensation of the girthy rod of flesh inside him to last longer, like a proper tie.

The alpha, still laying atop Suel's back, let out a growl between gritted teeth. It wasn't an angry or warning growl, but almost like a contented growl, and with every heavy breath he found that it was in time with his own heaving purrs.

In an odd show of affection, Suel turned and licked at the alpha's nose, but that seemed to upset the wolf, who then hopped off the feline's back, knot tugging on the intensely tight flesh of his tailhole. Suel let out a pained mewl as the girthy knot tugged on him; due to the height differences, he had to keep his hind end squatting down to ensure gravity didn't yank the wondrous cock from his nethers.

The two stood tail to tail, the alpha yipping commands at his pack as Suel decided to rest a bit, laying his chest down on the grass. He could feel the warm fluid from the alpha pooling up in his belly, slipping and sliding through his passage and filling him up bit by bit. Every few seconds there was a wonderfully hot spurt of canine cum splattering against his tender inner walls, and he loved it. He had to stop himself from lolling his tongue out between his large fangs, he didn't want to be seen to be liking it too much, this was a dominance display, after all. He was the alpha's bitch, not his mate.

His own pleasure rose steadily, coaxing his tapered and barbed member to slide gently out of his fuzzy sheathe, bits of slime and precum sticking against his coarse bellyfur. He needed release of his own, and he wasn't sure if the hot, throbbing knot lodged under his tail would be enough to bring him to climax without manual assistance.

There was a fleeting moment where he thought his mastery over the earthy vines he controlled would do him all sorts of good here, offering him a bit of dexterity his paws couldn't achieve, but he opted to remain true to his desire to act feral on this day, and he chose not to abuse his powers.

He waggled his hips back and forth with a certain glee, shifting and sloshing the incredibly firm knot about inside him as the alpha continued barking orders at his pack. One of them - a gorgeous brown-furred female - stepped forward to look Suel right in his glowing blue eyes before pawing gently at his nose.

Suel was once again confused, but raised his front half while still knotted to the alpha to paw at the female. It was a little awkward since his hind end was still partially squatted down and he had to clench his anal flesh tight to keep the knot from slipping out, but she leaned into his paw and nuzzled into his chest. Seems she was playful as well, and from what Suel could tell, she was the beta to the pack, this alpha's mate.

The feline rested one of his paws on the beta's rump, wondering what kind of reaction that would get. She froze solid and stared at him with her brown eyes before shifting her feet, aiming her own rump at the excited feline, raising her tail and pushing it to the side to expose her plump, triangular vulva, a single slit of pink flesh exposing itself.

Suel's jaw dropped open and a single drop of drool fell off the tip of his tongue, his conic member fully engorged and dripping precum, he knew what he wanted to do, and her message couldn't be clearer.

With little regard for the alpha behind him, Suel scuttled forward and placed both of his paws on the beta's backside, tugging the alpha along for the ride as he yelped in surprise. Suel buried his own nose in the beta's fleshy lips, absorbing as much of her scent as he could before hopping up onto her. He looked back at the alpha, still dangling helplessly with his knot buried in Suel's backside, a foul, almost resentful look on his face as he growled in displeasure. His own knot was still throbbing inside the feline's tight rump, but he was a little upset at the prospect of being dragged around like a pup by his tail.

Suel cared more about wetting his member between those tender lips, so he arched his back and pressed his hips against hers, wrapping her forepaws around her torso. As his tapered member pierced her puffy, triangular vulva and got enveloped in her velvety flesh, she let out a gentle whimper. Suel's prominent barbs were scraping against the inside of her canal, tugging and poking at her most sensitive regions as he slowly pulled out. Her whimpers dissipated when he pushed in, the barbs pressed neatly against the side of the feline's tapered black-fleshed shaft, but she whimpered again when he pulled out.

Suel was slow and passionate with his thrusts, he didn't want to make her bleed since her body wasn't meant for a barbed cock to penetrate into, but he still wanted to feel the tightness of her canine walls pressing down around every degree of his member. He pushed in every time he felt a warm sticky burst of fluid splat against his anal walls, courtesy of the alpha; the three of them whimpering, purring, and growling as they thrust against each other.

The alpha was grumpy and feeling a little neglected, but his cock was still lodged deep into Suel's feline pucker, held in place by his sizeable canine knot and spurting gob after gob of hot sticky cum into the feline bitch that was mounting his own mate. The beta was doing her best to not pull away, as she was not fully enjoying the sensation of the much larger feline's tapered and barbed rod spread her lips and catch on her sensitive, cherry-red flesh. It hurt her, but she allowed it as her alpha had instructed.

The feline in the middle of the threesome was in a sexual nirvana; there was a girthy knot pulsing inside him, a growing pool of musky canine cum forming in his bowels, and is member was engulfed by the incredibly tight and moist lips of an able canine bitch; he couldn't hold back long at all. With one contraction, he clenched down all his muscles to hold the knot in as he arched his back, burying every last inch of his member into the bitch's canal, his own sheathe flesh rubbing up against her engorged vulva, their fluids mixing together before dripping to the ground.

His purring stopped and he let out a gently roar as his climaxed, a vocalization so powerful it shook the vibrant green leaves of the trees around him. Burst after burst of warm feline seed erupted into the beta's canal, soothing her pain. His clenched anus sucked the last of the alpha's seed into him, and the canine male felt his bulbs begin to deflate.

Both the alpha and Suel panted heavily, their climax having reached it's peak. The beta pulled away from the feline, his cock sliding out of her as his torso slid off her back. Suel could feel the deflating knot slowly pulling out of him and the few dribbles of his seed trickling out of the end of his length, but he was more interested in cleaning up the mess he'd made in the the bitch he'd mounted.

With little concern for the knotted alpha, the feline stepped forward and nuzzled his nose underneath the beta's tail, dragging his tongue along her vulva, the textured flesh lapping up each and every bit of seed that dribbled out of her. He kept licking, but more of the white fluid crept out, dribbling out over her lips only to be caught by his tongue before falling to the ground.

The beta whimpered again, this time clearly in pleasure. She didn't care much for the barbed member piercing her, tugging at her insides, but she clearly loved the sensation of his tongue lapping over her, so she kept her tail raised high and pushed to the side, as though she was anticipating another mounting. She looked over her shoulder back at the feline, mouth open and tongue lolling out as she panted. Her lips were twitching with every touch of Suel's tongue.

There was a sudden pop as the alpha's knot burst out from the feline's rump, leaving a steady trickle oozing out of the gaping, tenderized hole. Suel was too busy finishing up cleaning the beta's tender flesh to worry too much about it, applying one loving lick after another until he was satisfied no more of his seed would be emerging.

She lowered her tail and turned to face her mate, sitting down as her tail wagged. The others of the pack had all grown bored of the show in front of them. Some were sleeping, others were idly playing and pawing at one another, only a couple were still watching their pack leaders having their fun with the feline.

Suel turned to look at the alpha, who was giving his slowly deflating member a series of licks, cleaning it of the seed and feline lubricant that had coated it. He wanted to help lick the glistening member off, but he knew how sensitive wolf knots were after coitus; it was best if he kept his feline tongue off that, no matter how much he wanted to enjoy it.

Instead he rolled over onto his back, raised a leg, and started eagerly licking at his own crotch. His rough tongue lapped over his own sheathe, cleaning up the errant strands of seed that had gummed up the fur around this opening, then moving over to his tailhole which was still dripping a steady flow of the alpha's seed. He loved the taste of the canine cum compared to his own, it was a bit sweeter and far more copious. He tensed up and contracted his muscles to squirt out the last of the fluids, creating a series of white bubbles that he eagerly licked up, the bittersweet fluid coating his throat as he swallowed every drop.

The alpha stood up, member almost entirely deflated with only the tip sticking out of the sheathe. He let out a long howl and pounced on the elk. The others joined in and began to dig on.

Suel was cautious at first, but he stepped forward and buried his head in the prey as well, not a single one of the pack did so much as flick an ear at his presence. As far as he could tell, he'd been accepted.

The pack of wolves and Suel enjoyed the meal together, occasionally howling and roaring on into the night, taking breaks periodically to play together and clean each others muzzles off. Once they'd finished the meal, the entire pack disappeared into the woods and fell into a deep, food-induced coma. Suel, though feeling bad due to his acceptance into the pack, silently slunk away and returned to his home, wondering if he'd ever have the pleasure to meet up with the pack again.