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Jason finally gets around to finishing the initiation. All comments welcome.

Sorry it took so long to write this one, I was splitting my focus and writing several stories at once. I've been practicing my yiff scenes so please tell me how they're coming along, and I've also been practicing adding more detail so please tell me how that's coming along too. Any suggestions for improvement are very much appreciated.

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Michael was stretched out on the faded brown couch in the same room that the pack had had the admission orgy in. He was also lightly fondling Billy, the black wolf sitting on the floor, and despite the light seducing that it took to persuade Billy to say yes, he had done nothing since the admission orgy. Waiting for Jason to wake up was taking longer than it should. Rodger, the chocolate wolf, had already called Jason's parent to say he would be late or possibly not come home that night. They asked why of course, and Rodger replied with his favorite sentence, 'that's classified.'

"Hey Michael, I think you can stop now." Billy said.

"Now why would I want to do that?" Michael rebutted. He clamped down on Billy's balls in his paw, making Billy moan.

"'Cause," Billy panted. "They're back."

Jason and Scott walked in the room from the hallway stairs, the ones directly across from the front door and at a right angle to the living room where everyone was sitting. The pack had renamed the living room to the den's big bedroom, since they did practically everything one could do in a bedroom in there. Rodger and the arctic wolf twins were sitting on the floral couch straight across from the threshold, Billy and Michael sat on the couch to their left. The pair walked over past the brown couch Michael was sitting on. Scott leaned over to whisper something in Jason's grey ear, and Michael thought that he might be telling him about the initiation. So Michael went from point 'a' to point 'b'.

Scott shrieked like a startled cub, "DON'T COLD-NOSE ME THERE!" Scott's cherry blush was showing through his white facial fur.

Michael licked the semen from his black nose, the remnants of shoving his nose in Scott's tailhole, smiling constantly. "I see he got to you too."

"Jealous," was the only response Scott gave, other than raising his tail to mock him.

"Hey, are we going to do the initiation or not?" Jason said, tapping his footpaw in sarcastic impatience.

"Did HE," Michael said while glaring at Scott. "Tell you anything about it?"

"No." Jason sighed.

"Like it would matter if I did." Scott said, Michael rolled his eyes.

"Put simply," Michael smiled. "You have to get us off."

"That'll be easy." Jason said, noticing the bulges in their pants, although in most cases underwear, and in two cases just stiff cocks.

"All of us." Michael flung his arm out to indicate the other furs there. "Without touching us."

"So, you want me to put on a show?"

"If that's how you wish to interpret it." Michael's smile soon infected everyone in the room.

"Hey Scott, take a seat." Jason said after grabbing Scott's ass. Scott murred as he sat down between Billy and Michael. Jason took a quick look at his audience. "Hey, are we missing somebody?"

"Yeah," Michael said. "Larry had to go to work and Ben snuck out not long ago. There's no need to wait if that's what you're thinking."

"And who are they again?"

"Larry was the one rimming you and Ben was sucking your cock."

"Sucking my cock, I'm really missing having a muzzle on mine right now." Jason slid a paw down south.

Michael laughed. "Sorry but we can't help with that."

"No, but I can." Jason smiled. He rolled from standing, twisting and throwing his legs over his head, to being perfectly positioned with his cock over his muzzle and everyone had a perfect viewpoint.

"Hehe, nice." John, one of the twin arctic wolves, chuckled. John was pawing off his twin Don threw his underwear, who returned the courtesy while leaning on John. Rodger, the chocolate wolf, sat on the same couch as them and was pulling off his underwear.

Jason grabbed the backs of his legs and pulled them closer so he would have better access to his now rock-hard cock. He reached out with his tongue first, swiveling it across the sensitive head, to make it nice and shiny for his audience. Jason had practiced his uncommon talent since he was fifteen, he had come out to his parents and pack that same year, and he loved the feeling of his broad tongue as it moistened his dick. He lifted his head off of the floor and slid his muzzle around his dick, his neck stretched with an evanescent pain as he did, and he raised his grey tail to give his audience a better view.

Glancing at his dripping audience, Jason began bobbing upside-down on his cock and sucking gently. Keeping his teeth away with ease; he pushed forward until his nose was buried in his nuts just like his whole cock was stuffed inside his muzzle. He let it slide out all the way and then push his way back up to the point of sniffing his own balls. He soon developed a steady rhythm of moving his tongue and muzzle against his dick, and swallowing pre every now and again. He loved his own scent too; it was sharp, slightly sweet, and thick. It was like a properly seasoned steak, it was delicious.

Jason moaned around his cock again for the effect, and heard several quick faps in return. He quickly went back to pumping his muzzle over his cock. He had a lot of practice at this, and he knew exactly what to do to get the most pleasure out of the experience without cumming. He sucked hard enough to keep his lips sealed to the warm flesh of his cock, he swiveled his tongue across the thin skin covering his urethra, he blew across his nuts with each exhale from his black nose, and he pushed his butt cheeks apart farther to let the steady breeze created by the panting of every canine in the room blow through his bum-fur.

Anyone in the house could easily have heard the fapping of Jason's audience. Every last one of them had lost their underwear under the couches, and now they were using both hands for fapping. Most hand one hand on their cocks and the other playing with their balls or fingering their tailholes, although predictably the twins were using their hands on each other to the point of trying to make the other cum first. The fur sitting next to them, Rodger, could be heard saying, "oh god," as he sped up and then forced himself to slow down before he came. Although Jason was in the perfect position to get a good whiff of himself, he had very little idea of what the rest of the room smelled like. The scent of the seven's arousal stimulated nothing but more arousal from them; it was light, but sharp when their scents mixed, like a peppermint leaf except with canine pheromones instead of the usual smell.

Jason flinched as both the twins cum landed on him, and then had to suppress laughter as he heard them argue about who made who cum first. He pulled himself off his dick for a breather, taking a quick glance around the room as he panted. Rodger had his eyes closed and his paws were a blur as he pounded at his cock with one paw and fingered his tailhole with the other. Seconds later Rodger came all over himself and howled like nobody's business, being applauded by the twins. On the other couch, Billy was steadily pumping both paws on either side of his cock, and he winked as Jason looked at him. Scott was sitting next to him and was fingering his tailhole like Rodger and humping his other paw, and on the edge of the couch was Michael. He was lazily fiddling with his cock with his other paw hanging idly over the arm of the couch.

Jason scooted forward to them as well as he could while keeping his position, an awkward push and tiptoe type movement where Jason's cock swung past his muzzle each time, and he happily gave it a warm lick or two each time. By the time Jason wormed his way over, Billy and Scott had hastened their movements and had moved their paws so that they could squeeze their own knots. Jason stopped and sucked off his dick some more. He hastily rushed his muzzle back and forth on his shaft and made as many muffled moans as he could remember to, putting on a show for the two wolves nearing their climaxes.

"Fuck..." Billy moaned softly, his eyes locked on Jason's self service. Jason pulled his head down a bit more than usual and wrapped his tongue around his sensitive cockhead while moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Oh buddy, I'm right there with ya," Scott groaned. Billy came as he squeezed his knot for the last time, panting hard as he fountain-ed on himself, and Scott followed shortly in almost the same fashion seconds later. Jason's smile still showed as he re-took his cock into his muzzle, and subtly turned to face Michael. He saw that Michael now paid attention and was rapidly approaching his climax, not that he let it show of course; Jason had to gauge how close Michael was by the pre escaping from Michael's cock.

"What's wrong Michael?" Jason taunted. "You're not going straight are you? Does it not seem real enough to you?" Jason had scooted close enough that Michael could touch him by just reaching a little. "Do you want to touch?" Jason's tail raised high, his hands pulled his cheeks far apart, and he edged it closer. "Go ahead, I'M not stopping you." Michael lifted his unused paw, and set it back down. He picked it up again, creeping closer to Jason's tailhole, and as he slowly came closer, to both Jason and his climax, his paw pumped faster around his cock.

"Fine, you win." Michael said, paw just a half an inch from fingering Jason. His paw flew back to squeeze his knot, Jason's paws did the same. Michael and Jason's paws both clamped down on each of their own knots, Michael gushed his load out over Jason's bum, and Jason got to swallow all of his.

Other than the twins whooping at the show, everyone was quietly panting in their afterglows. It was one of those quiet afterglows, the one that feels so nice that you might fall asleep after. Once the twins stopped chattering. But an annoying cell phone ringing put a stop to that.

Rodger groaned in annoyance as he pulled his pink cell phone out from under the couch and flip it open. "Hello?" he said politely. "So that's where you've been, should have guessed that. ...You sure? You're not coming back tonight? ...Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to pry. ...I'll tell him. ...stop it you two, you're going to give me another hard on. ...Ok, I'm hanging up now, good-bye." Rodger flipped the phone shut, shaking his head. "Does he have any idea how rude it is to yiff while you're on the phone?"

"Spill it Rodger." Michael said.

"The Pride wants to meet Jason tomorrow; Ben will come over in the morning to pick him up."

"So that was Ben? Sounds like he's having fun now." Jason said, sitting up on the floor.

"Yeah, but it was him that said to all of us that it was bad manners to talk to the Pack over the phone while yiffing. It's in the Pack's rule book, but don't worry, we hardly ever follow all of the rules to the letter. It's meant to be a code of ethics more than anything." Michael rambled.

"Why would we need a code of ethics?"

Michael stared at him. "We're in a pack of eight, well nine now, wolves that all have sex together. If we didn't know what exactly we were allowed to do, like boyfriends and such, then it wouldn't be much more than a soap opera around here."

"I see your point." Jason mumbled, and he tried to change the subject quickly. "So where do I sleep?"

"DOG PILE!" the twins shouted in unison. The wolves jumped on Jason not milliseconds later, Jason yelping as each body forced the air out of him. It was warm under all those wolves, and soft. When no one moved it was like a giant blanket.

"We sleep like this? That's fine but someone has to be my pillow." The group laughed and Scott wormed his way under Jason's head, he stopped as soon as Jason's head rested squarely on his butt cheeks.

"John, Dan, you realize that 'dog pile' is very demeaning don't you?" Scott said sarcastically.

"If we let you fuck us in the morning, will that pardon us?" one of the twins said.

"Fair enough, now everyone go to sleep so morning will come sooner." Scott's talking made him flex his butt muscles, sending Jason bouncing as he spoke. Jason laid there and ignored the rest of their fading conversation. Despite the many men he had slept with, nothing could compare to the comfort of so many bodies pressing against him. Jason's dreams came softly as he giggled at his situation and called it the 'Omni-cuddle.'