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Mummerflies – A Simple Plan 5 – Jiran and the Pack

By Rix Writes

Jiran cradled her swollen belly, the ache of being full of eggs suffusing her body, and grinned as she watched the pack of wolves approach. Eight of them, each one covered in shaggy fur of muddy blue-green and darker brown streaks, were entirely intent on her. Their red eyes stared at her as they stalked forward, ears perked and dark blue noses twitching as they drew in her inviting scent. Unlike her friend, Wren, she felt no fear at the sight of their approach, likely due to the four bites on her shoulders delivered by the creature that had filled her with its eggs. Those bites had injected four times as much mind-addling and heat-inducing venom into her body, and the ordeal of her breeding had taken half the time Wren's had.

It was no wonder why the wolves were intent on her rather than the rabbit, Jiran realized with delight. Though both she and the rabbit were already emitting a scent that was like a beacon to every male in the area, she was closer to them in genetics. To them, she smelled of a wolf bitch much more than Wren did. All of them made their way toward her, and she shuddered when she saw that each and every one of them had a thick blue shaft that had begun to emerge from their sheaths. “Oh… fuck yes, come here boys…" she whispered to herself. Unlike Wren, she had some experience with a feral body, though she'd never told her friend about it.

“What did we do, holy shit…" came the breathless whisper from her friend, whose eyes were wide at the sight of the approaching pack. Jiran could tell that the rabbit was about to bolt, and so the fennec decided to take the first step, to try and make the rabbit relax. Just as she made the decision, the scent of male musk and desire reached her senses and she felt her cunt clench at the thought of being filled again. Her brood needed their seed, and she would give it as much as she could.

Jiran smiled and shuddered from head to toe, drawing in a deep breath through her nose. Her expression of near-mad hunger deepened as she shakily rolled over and got onto her hands and knees. She started crawling toward the wolves, tail raised and even wagging excitedly. Her flanks were scratched and scraped from the much rougher breeding the mummerfly had given her. “Calm down, Wren… it's okay. You know what they want," she cooed. “Your nose is just a little less… sensitive. I can smell them. Smell their pre. When you can too, you'll feel better."

Before she could say anything more, she was surrounded by the pack of wolves and she lost sight of Wren. Their size surprised Jiran, definitely feeling a great deal larger than she'd initially though. The fennec knew that they could tear her apart if they so wished. Despite that, she felt none of the fear that her friend had. She only felt the need to have each and every one of them mount her, to feel their knots swelling and locking them to her. This was going to be incredible. Just this once, she was going to get to forget every single taboo, every single family rule she'd been forced to follow for years.

“Ji, help!" came the cry from Wren, and she looked over through the mass of lupine bodies to see the rabbit facing a huge lizard that had reared up and was staring intently. The creature had six legs, two tails, a maw full of teeth, and two large ridged shafts emerging from a slit near its forelegs. She grinned and shook her head. Wren should know that the thing wanted only one thing from her… a place to bury his bone. The rabbit would understand soon enough, and when she did things would be so much better for her.

The nudge of a nose under her tail drew Jiran's attention away once more, and she let out a low moan. All around her was a mass of blue-brown fur, azure noses and tongues, and thick blue canine shafts that dribbled pre all over the ground beneath them. She could almost feel the eggs that had been laid inside her start to twitch in anticipation of what was to come. The broad, thick tongue of one of the wolves started to slather her aching tailhole, and for a moment she just let the pleasure overtake her. She knew she'd end up with one of them taking that part of her too, but right now she needed something else.

All that she could really see now was that mass of bodies completely surrounding her. She turned to look at the one that had drawn his tongue underneath her upraised tail, but the moment she did, another one started lapping at her quim, making her knees grow weak from the shock of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her. All of them wanted her, every last one of them. Over the scent of their desire was a musty, wild smell, unpleasant and exciting at once. It drove home that these were no captive, domesticated wolves from a zoo. These were descended from the wolves that had remained after the first failed colony on the planet.

One of them looked older than the others, with only one good eye and a graying muzzle that had been scored with tiny white scars, that stared at her intently. His hunger for what she had to offer was twice as intense than that of the rest despite his impairment. That, she thought to herself, is the one. She whimpered at him, then actually snapped her teeth at his muzzle, letting out a little bark. She cried out in pain when he responded in kind, teeth flashing and biting into her huge right ear, hard enough to draw blood.

Letting instinct take over, she knew that her offer was accepted, and to her surprise, the other seven wolves backed away slightly, though they remained all around her. She crawled on all fours around the one-eyed wolf, keeping herself on the side that he could see. She barked a little and mimicked a play bow to him, and a low growl rumbled from his throat. Without thinking, she darted forward and nipped at his flank, and was once again given another painful nip, this time to her neck.

The short courtship dance done, she knew it was time to truly offer him what belonged to him, and she turned to face away, tail lifting again and turning to the side, presenting her puffy and swollen labia. His nose immediately pressed up against this strange wolf-but-not-wolf bitch's quim, drawing in her scent. That, more than anything, told him that this was what he needed. He drew his broad tongue against that delightful-tasting slit. Despite it looking nothing like what he was used to, the taste made him shudder, his thick canine shaft twitching. “That's right, boy," Jiran urged, “make me your bitch first…"

The wolf wasted no time, and immediately he hopped up, mounting her from behind. Claws raked her sides, but not deep enough to gouge. Briefly, she had a thought that someone with thinner fur or none at all wouldn't enjoy this half as much as she would. As the wolf's weight settled down on her, she felt the rigid shaft rub against her rump, a familiar sensation. Almost immediately his hips started to buck, thrusting at her behind, sliding across the fur on her thighs and rump. Jiran's eyes lidded, and she was content to let him poke until that thick head found its mark, either her needful quim or the tighter passage under her tail. That was, until the heavy organ hit right between the two and drew out a pained squeal that made the other waiting wolves' ears splay out in surprise and discomfort.

“Okay, okay, yeah, gonna need to help you. Ye---ach!" She squealed again as the thrusting hit that same spot again, and was soon reaching back to take the wolf's prick in hand and guide it so the the head kissed the dripping lip of her cunt. “Not like you're uncle Raife's labrador and used to this…" she murmured. All thoughts of anything else flew from her mind as the wolf shoved that length into her. She cried out a wordless sound of delight as the thick length spread her open and drove deep.

It was so different than the times she'd quietly and secretly let herself be mounted. That canine had been clean, domesticated. The animal that had begun to rut was bucking and thrusting with a primal and frantic energy that left little chance to compose herself enough to think. All around her was the thick, shaggy fur of over half a dozen feral wolves, their scents all speaking to her newly pleasure-addled mind of wild places where most sapients would never go.

The wolf's hot breath spilled over Jiran's neck as he rutted her, and she could do little more than gasp and cry out. She didn't even wonder what was happening with the twintail and her best friend. Right now, she had a brood to nourish, and a pack to service. Before all was done, she would have had as many of the wolves as she could.

Without her noticing it, the other seven wolves had crowded closer, their own hot breath heavy around her. They trotted around her, watching their apparent leader claim his most unusual bitch, and she watched as their bobbing lengths hung down between their legs, dribbling watery pre on the rock beneath them.

Panting and grunting, the pack leader grew more insistent, the top of his knot now kissing Jiran's swollen petals. She could feel the broad and blunt tip of his cock probing deep within her, rubbing against that indefinably sensitive spot that was threatening to bring yet another climax from her. Already, she could feel the heavy brood within her stirring and twitching, somehow aware that they would soon get the nourishment they needed to grow. Even the deepest would somehow get its fill, some unknown method of sharing their 'meal' between the eggs. “Oh god, yes, momma's gonna get you what you want…" she breathed, eyes half-glazed now.

One of the wolves' dicks brushed her cheek as its owner crowded even closer, and on sheer instinct she took it in hand. The wolf let out a surprised sound, but didn't jerk himself away. She drew her tongue across the slick shaft and let a little dribble of pre fall onto her tongue. The taste was, to her addled and desperate mind, divine. Heavy, surprisingly not salty, but laden with some of what she most definitely needed to grow her brood. Her mind reeled with the understanding that she would likely learn how a great many animals tasted over the next few days.

For wild animal victims of the mummerfly's unique breeding cycle, it would take so much longer for them to nourish the eggs laid in their stomach. But Jiran, oh, she could get everything she wanted. Her lips wrapped around the feral cock in her mouth, lips gliding over the azure flesh. She swallowed greedily, taking in every single drop of pre. As that fluid touched the eggs in her stomach, their hold on her only deepened.

Suddenly, the pack leader was shoving harder against Jiran's quim, and little peals of squeaking gasps spilled from her. When the knot finally popped into her, it brought on a sudden sense of incredible fullness, the thick bulb shoving into her and immediately swelling. She nearly screamed, and in that same moment, the other wolf had decided that her mouth would make a perfect place to properly mount, and before she knew it he had reared up and started thrusting, his head resting against the back of his pack leader, their shoulders side to side. Frantically, she reached up to grab the wolf's knot, fearing that he would try to tie with her mouth, and that would not feel good for him, not with her sharp teeth.

The taste of that feral shaft throbbing against Jiran's tongue made her moan, even as the pack leader began to tug and thrust, as if testing the seal his knot was making with her. It was so much wilder than the only other feral one she'd tasted, but she undulated her tongue excitedly. Her babies needed this, they were all that mattered to her right now. It would be wrong to not give them everything she could, wouldn't it? The pack leader's short little thrusts and tugs became erratic, and all of a sudden she felt that knot swell a little more and a low growl reverberate from within him. He hopped off of her and faced away, and Jiran could feel pressure and warmth within her. A deep sensation of satisfaction and bliss settled onto her as the thick canine cock in her cunt began to fill her with watery torrents of semen.

Jiran twirled her tongue around the thrusting shaft within her mouth as that wolf began to buck his hips, using her firm grip on his knot to guide his motions and keep him from going too deep. She knew somehow that she could hold her breath for much longer than usual because of what had been done to her, but she simply didn't want to hurt such a wonderful new lover with her teeth.

A sudden near-frantic cry from Wren actually distracted the fennec for a moment, and two of the pack broke off and started making their way toward her friend. She felt a moment's disappointment that she wouldn't get to service them, too, but that was soon quashed. Disappointment was pointless, useless as a feeling. It wouldn't serve her brood to feel that, would it? She got a glimpse of Wren finally, her body dwarfed by the twintail. Oh lucky, she thought when she understood what had happened; the poor and lucky rabbit had taken both of the lizard's ridged shafts, one under her tail and one in her quim, at the same time. That sister-brood was going to get such a meal, such a bathing of cum. No matter, Jiran thought, she'd eventually get the same from the twintail.

She felt the pack leader tugging almost painfully at her quim, now facing fully away from her, his thick knot actually distending her quim ever so slightly. Wren's might have actually let it go, but Jiran's body was built for knots, and her muscles and flesh were holding him tightly trapped. A sudden grunt from the wolf mounting her mouth told her she should get ready for more. The eggs in her stomach really did start to twitch and squirm now. They knew it was coming, they knew as well as Jiran did, that they were going to get the first of many bathings of semen.

Powerful, watery jets of strange tasting cum began to shoot into the back of Jiran's mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she swallowed with a hungry, desperate need. Mouthful after mouthful was greedily gulped down, and when that seed hit her eggs, bathed them, everything went sharply into focus for her. There was no Jiran now, not exactly, there was only the mother to a hungry brood whose only purpose was to care and feed for them. Each swallow of the wolf's spend solidified that identity and purpose in her.

There was a loud plopping sound behind Jiran and she felt empty all of a sudden. She didn't feel any surprise at all that the pain of having the knot pulled out had been accompanied by a nearly orgasmic sense of bliss. Before she even registered what was going on, a new wolf replaced the leader, who trotted around for a while and slumped onto his side, licking his thick shaft clean of Jiran's juices.

This new wolf seemed to have better aim than the first, the head of his shaft almost immediately finding its mark at her puffy, stretched labia. For just a second, she let go of the other wolf's knot and reached back. It wouldn't do to prevent the last of her brood from getting their own nourishment, would it? On the wolf's first backward tug, she took hold of it and directed it up. She knew this would hurt, but that was a sign she was doing the right thing. She'd be safe and unhurt, the brood would heal anything that was hurt.

Disappointment washed through Jiran as the shaft in her mouth pulled away, still spraying seed. With nothing holding his knot, the wolf had instinctively pulled out, his dick still jetting its spend, coating her face. Jiran laughed happily, a sudden surprised cry interrupting it as the wolf hunched over her rear drove himself home roughly. This one was eager, quick, savage, with frantic energy that told her he was likely only barely past being a yearling. Within seconds, his knot was battering her tailhole, hips slamming forward to try and force himself into a tie.

Jiran did start to cry out, the discomfort of that near-savage rutting overwhelming the pleasure she was being made to feel by her brood. She might have struggled, had the thought to stop what was happening, but something entirely unexpected happened then. Something warm and wet was licking at her quim, right underneath her. She felt soft fur against her stretched belly and hot breaths accompanied the licking. She craned her neck to see a small fox, his body dwarfed by the wolves, lapping at her pleasure. The sight, surprisingly, made the climax that had been building beneath all the activity, come crashing down on her, and she laughed as the fox was rewarded by a gush of her excitement soaking his face, the juices mingled with some of the pack leader's semen.

When the flare of pain that signaled the eager new wolf's success in stretching her ass wide enough to force the knot in blazed through Jiran, all she felt was happiness and utter bliss. It was just such a shame that someone was coming to end this in a few days. Her brother would grow concerned and come looking for her and Wren, and then their broods would be taken away.

Maybe… maybe though… she'd convince him to let her keep them. To let it go all the way, so she knew how it would feel to birth the brood too.

As she grabbed the scruff of the small fox and drew him forward, pressing her face against his small shaft and drawing it entirely into her mouth, holding him still with the other, two thoughts came to her, one more exciting and shocking than the next.

First, that any contribution to her brood, however small, was needed, as the fox she was fellating was finding out.

Second… that when her brother found her and Wren in a few days, she'd try to get him to feed her brood too.