The Newest Bitch
#1 of Pack Mates
Addison had just been initiated as one of the newest females of the pack. Now one of the most well-known wolves ever, had just lost everything. Including his manhood. After bitching for so many males, he had just given up.
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Addison (Addy as he was called by his friends and family) had walked out of his family's pack, longing for freedom. His father, the chief, had disagreed, but respected the decision, as long as Addy had returned.
One of Addison's objectives was to find the perfect mate. He had wanted to settle down for a long time now. His parents had advised him not to. The clan became small, and they were lean and weak. He couldn't balance a schedule that heavy or he surely would have gone mad.
As he left, his parents gave him a warning, "In terms of height, we are on of the small packs'. Not everyone shares our sense of honor. They will deceive you and manipulate you. When you were little, we would always say you would understand when you get older, now is that time."
Addison had stored his parents warning in his brain. Next he was out. Him against the world.
On his third day he saw something that intrigued him. Fire. Out here, there was nothing to burn, nothing. So if there was a fire, which means one thing. Anthro life.
He walked up and saw more wolves. His parents were right. They were huge. They had to be about one and a half feet taller. The shortest one seemed to be a couple inches taller. He didn't know wolves could be that big.
There was something really savage. As Addy had on a robe that went to his knee, and a loincloth under that, he had at least something over his fur. These wolves had on NOTHING. No cloth of any kind. There was no hiding anything.
Addy kept looking and found that he couldn't stop looking at the sheaths. He mentally winced when he heard some brush move behind him. He turned around and saw two guards with spears. Instinctively, he put his hands up.
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Addison had just been lead to what he figured was the chiefs quarters. Before they took him in, they ripped his clothes off. He shivered at the thought that everyone who felt like had the ability to see his sheath. He looked around and saw what had seemed to be furs of unfortunate opponents. He was scared out of his wits and noticed a yellow liquid run down his legs. "Oh boy," he thought.
As the chief looked up and saw his captive. He looked the body up and down. He flicked his hands and the guards went at the entrance to their post.
The chief looked at him and said, "What is your purpose in the Mountain Pine territory?"
Addison, seeing as it was worth a shot, went with the truth. "I have left my parents pack in search of a new one. I want a new life."
The leader circled him. Addy felt like dead meat being circled by a vulture. In a way, he was.
The leader said in a voice Addy would soon learn to respect, "There are only two ways in this pack. Birth and a little initiation at the Tribal Dinner. We only let people in, and they are not allowed to go out unless they have special permission.
Addy wondered what the initiation was, then he looked into the eyes of the chief. "No, I can't let you do that, he yelled.
The chief smiled, "The only other way you are getting out of here is a corpse, now tell me, initiation or death.
Addison just stood there.
The chief said, "I thought so."
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At the dinner, Addy had been allowed to wear his clothes a final time. They told him that he might as well since he would never see them again.
As they sang songs, he could not shake the fact that he was about to lose his virginity, and it wasn't the right way.
The chief walked up to him, "Everyone in this tribe plays an important part. But if you look around, you could see we only have two females, mine and my brothers. Since almost every position is filled up, I hereby christen you to the only thing left open. Tribal Bitch."
As the clan laughed at their trapped lifetime captive, Addy felt sick. The one tribe he finds is going to take his pride and honor away.
He was directed to the center of the circle, the chief said something to the clan. He lifted up his hind leg a let out a yellow bitter stale fluid at the captive who was on all fours.
"Lift your tail up, slut," said the chief.
As Addy lifted his tail up he noticed the 12 inches poking out of the sheath. As it started to pierce his tail hole, he let out a vicious scream. The tribe laughed. Addison felt his cock starting to peak out of his sheath. He felt completely defeated. Not even his body respected him anymore. When the chief came, and slipped out of poor Addy, he pissed on him one more time to emphasize that he was not part of the pack, but property of the pack.
This had happened countless times that night. When the chief came out the next morning he found that Addy was still getting fucked. He laughed when he saw the last of the pack mates cumming inside of Addy. He dismounted and pissed on the newest bitch of the pack.
Addy's bitch penis was letting a bitch juice come from the tip. He was exausted and couldn't do anything but what his owners told him to do. He couldn't go home now. Even if he could, he lost his honor and wouldn't dare to go and show his face.
He looked to the chief and saw a little red poking through the sheath. The chief smiled and said, "I hear the cum sloshing in your belly when you move. Now take me again like a good bitch. Hope you're ready for round two. You could be really useful."