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The shepherd dog shuffled to the entrance of the wolf village awkwardly. For the traveling canine, walking into his kin-species’ territory wasn’t unusual, he had passed through plenty to barter for supplies, collect news, or shelter for the winter in the past. A few had even come to consider him a regular, someone that would blow by every so often, before ultimately moving on to other parts unknown as his wanderlust took him.

But that was another time, back when he still had his manhood and virility. Before he had made the rather consequential mistake of wandering into vulpine territory and had had his rather... heated... encounter with their wild, patron spirit. Now, his confidence was rather shaken after his mind hadn’t been his own for the better part of a year, during which time he had served the kitsune in every manner he could with a glowing, blue-eyed. Most commonly with the use of the soft, inviting, and distinctly fertile sex the fox had given him, and the kit bearing womb beyond.

It was only when the pup had borne his enigmatic captor’s litter that he was given the chance to leave, a narrow offer of escape that whatever tattered remnants of his remaining willpower barely managed to seize. But, despite his freedom being restored by his ‘Master’, the fox had not returned his masculinity along with it. Even worse, he hadn’t even expunged the mark of ownership he had placed above the dog’s new womb – a pattern on his fur that was synonymous with being the property of the vulpine tribe – or even remove the blue-dyed leather collar wrapped around his neck that Dexter was still unable to remove except to maintain because of one of the kitsune’s still impossible to ignore orders.

But Dexter had one ray of hope to finally shake himself loose of those lingering trappings. During his tenure of service there was a wolf shaman which would occasionally visit and sometimes even make use of him as part of the vulpine’s sense of hospitality. He didn’t know what their relationship was exactly, but at least the lupine had agency despite the shepherd’s foggy memory recalling seeing the silver furred wolf being pinned and tied beneath their owner on at least one occasion. It was safe enough to assume that the wolf wasn’t outside of the vulpine’s influence, but what he did possess was familiarity with the kitsune’s magicks... Familiarity which he hoped meant he knew how to undo the changes wrought to his being.

He just needed to keep that damn brand and collar concealed, or risk being mistaken for a vulpine spy while he was here.

Fortunately, the guard’s didn’t rummage beneath the pelts he wore as he was searched, then allowed past the simple palisade walls of the village. The wolves might have had thick fur that allowed them to walk around just fine in their loin cloths at this time of year, but a dog like him was not quite as comfortable without an additional layer in the autumn. From there, it was a simple matter to make his way towards the community’s center, marked by a large communal fire, and flanked on either side by the chief and shaman’s dwelling.

It was obvious at a glance which one was which, and not just because of the decorative paintings and fixtures the wolves had used to spruce up their dwellings. That time with his Master had done more than change his body, it had also given him a sense for magic, and one dwelling reeked of the power of spirits much more than the other.

The wolf skulked towards the shaman’s tent, lifting the hide flap out of the way as he ducked into the humble abode. The familiar scent of his occasional ‘partner in crime’ reached his nostrils even before his yellow and blue heterochromatic eyes lifted from the floor to spy the cheeky silver furred wolf watching his entrance with a wide grin.

“Dexter~ I wasn’t expecting a house call from a dutiful vixen like you. Quite bold of our Master to send you into wolf territory, no~?” The canine spoke with a knowing chuckle. The pup knew for a fact that the wolf had a mark and collar just like his, but they were currently obscured by some feat of the lupine’s powers, allowing him to expose his lanky figure save for the customary loincloth of his people.

“I’m not owned anymore, Rajiin! You should know that.” Dexter barked, even though his hand immediately reached for his own neck, brushing over the blue collar that lay hidden beneath his clothes as if to take comfort in its presence despite his words.

“Oh? Didn’t please the Lord enough to be kept on hand past your litter~? Or did you foolishly give up your comfortable position in life at his feet? Silly pup, you’ll just find yourself serving a different Lord anyway – you should have just been content with the one you knew and had treated you so well~”

“That’s enough, I’m not going to lose my freedom again so easily,” the shepherd grumbled, even if he couldn’t quite bring himself to eye the wolf as he gave his retort.

“Well, no matter... If you’re not here for our mutual friend, what business brings you to my door~? Perhaps you have developed a taste for lupine dick from our previous forays, and have come to satisfy your hunger~?” His teases continued, joined now by a hand lifting his garment out of the way to expose the plump sheath and heavy spheres the canine possessed. He didn’t know entirely how the wolf managed to keep his original sex, at least some of the time, but he hoped that the shaman had that ability himself, rather than it being some favor from their Master.

“That’s not it... I’m here because... Despite leaving that fox’s service, he didn’t... Put me back the way I was before,” the dog admitted with an embarrassed grumble, doing his best to keep his gaze away from the plump furred pouch, and the glistening knotted meat he knew lurked within it.

“Oh, is that what you’re after~? You looked so happy to be full of our owner’s kits, though. I’d have thought you’d much prefer staying the way he left you~” The lupine retorted with a barking laugh. His hands squeezed over his own sheath, helping to coax the bright red flesh to spill out into the air before his ‘guest’s’ gaze. “You sure you’re not just needing another litter growing in your womb to ease your thoughts~? Us wolves would be happy to put a vixen like you in your place.”

“I know what I want!” Dexter snapped back, although the flush spreading across his cheeks and ears made his statement far less definitive than he hoped. “I’ve got skins or stone knives I’ve carved I can barter with if you can restore my original... assets, or even just remove the fox’s mark! If that’s not enough, I’ll sell my service to make up the difference...”

“Service, hmm? That could work. I did rather enjoy your maw whenever I visited. The fox trained you well there~” Rajiin retorted with a toothy smile as he leaned back further into his seat, exposing the plump assets that continued to swell to prominence above his groping hand. “Let's say... Five rabbit pelts, and you ‘service’ me for old time’s sake, and I’ll see what I can do about those lovely feminine lips.”

“No tricks...” The shepherd’s eyes narrowed into a glare, doing his best to keep their gaze focused upon the canine’s face, and not the lovely pole peeking against the wolf’s bare belly. He had tried to ignore his needy sex ever since he departed the fox’s service, but that just left his damp mound growing needier with every passing day. He didn’t want to get pregnant again, and delay how long it would be before he could be restored, but... Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong to play with another man, so long as that desperate sex of his wasn’t used..?

“Of course. Us wolves have a reputation to uphold, we’re not tricksters like that fox afterall.” The shaman’s words didn’t exactly sound convincing, but it wasn’t like Dexter had very many other choices, and the wolf knew it.

“Fine...” Dexter grumbled, trying to act unhappy about the situation even if his traitorous stubby tail betrayed his true thoughts with a happy wag.

“There’s a good pup. Now, why don’t you start getting to work~?”

The dog shot one last attempted glare at the shaman before finally making his way to the displaying male. He could feel his concealed sex start to puff with arousal just from the sight of the succulent canine dick in front of him, his lips joining in with Pavlovian, excited drool after months of his hypnotic service. There was little sense in trying to deny the impulses coursing through his mind. But the shepherd stubbornly refused to admit them to himself, reasoning that the eagerness he felt to get his lips and tongue on a cock again were just a result of the sex dripping within his pants, and that as soon as his masculinity was restored by the shaman’s magicks, he’d go back to the desires a strapping canine stud should be feeling.

All of which just presented Rajiin with a delightful expression on the spotted dog’s face as he settled onto his knees in front of the sitting male. His chin rested against one of the wolf’s thighs. His nostrils flared from the familiar scent of male arousal. His left hand reached forward to wrap his nimble fingers wrapped the lupine’s rod to give it a tender squeeze around its knot – drawing a vigorous throb which crowned the tapered point in a pearl of pre that refracted the fire of the shaman’s hut with a speckled pattern.

“Mmm. You know just how to treat a knotted cock, don’t you~? Glad to see you’ve kept your skills even out of your enthrallment~” The wolf cooed, his own hand sliding down to rub against the dog’s ears with an encouraging scratch. That, and to let the weight of his hand nudge the shepherd further forward so that his twitching mast could at last rest its weight against the breeding toy’s nose.

The warmth of the flesh against his snout brought a deeper flush to Dexter’s cheeks and ears, the appendages flicking back against the man’s digits in conditioned difference. Competing thoughts were once again displayed by how they wrestled within the pup’s expression, before he finally steeled himself to let his long, silky tongue roll past his fangs and run along the underside of the man’s virility with a long, drawn out slurp that briefly left a wake of spit shined meat in its wake.

He gave that tool one washing lick, then another, letting his tongue be flooded with the tangy flavor of the wolf’s masculinity. His nose nudged against the rod between each flick of the muscle, subconsciously rejoicing in the weight and warmth of cock once again resting against his snout, taking comfort in those sensations as if he was a pup with his favorite blanket. Part of him grumbled at how well conditioned he was from his service to such acts, but it was easy enough for him to put his discontent to the side for now – the sooner he got through this, the sooner he’d be free, and if he didn’t do a good enough job the wolf might not be convinced the payment was ‘enough’ for his fee, after all.

So the shepherd dog gave it his all. His eyes looked past the tool resting against his face, letting the canine enjoy the ego-stroking visage of his cock hungry stare looking past that dick to meet his own gaze, whilst his hands wandered over the wolf’s plump spheres and thighs in adoring strokes and squeezes. Until, at last, with one last lick that ran from the edge of the lupine’s sheath, over his half-swollen knot, to reach the tip of the man’s cock with a flourishing swirl, the canine finally wrapped his black lips around the turgid cock, and swallowed the tool down to the start of the glands at the length’s base.

Rajiin’s dick lay across his tongue, pinned between the cusping muscle and the soft roof of his maw. The cuntdog’s lips curled over his fangs, keeping them from brushing over the shaman’s sensitive girth as he began to bob his head over the man’s cock with practiced ease. Each roll pulled back just far enough so that he could deliver a suckling, tantalizing smooch to the wolf’s tip, before sliding back down to kiss the silver canine’s knot at the end of each motion. He could have taken the man’s cock further – compared to the fox’s prick, it was an easy task – yet he let the lupine’s length tickle against the precipice of his throat instead of pressing in.

“Brat~ Do you think you can get your reward with only a half effort like that~?” The canine retorted with a dull rumble. But, even without Dexter deploying all of his tricks, he was still getting the expected reaction from the wolf’s body. He could feel how the shaman’s manhood throbbed against his tongue, how it pulsed whenever he teased its start against the start of his gullet, and especially how the wolf’s spheres twitched against his fingers when they squeezed around the lupine’s knot to simulate a set of pliant lips being tied by them.

At any point the dog could press himself forward and give the man what he wanted. But instead, he opted to make the wolf wait~ A hint of a smirk curled along the edges of his spread lips, daring the wolf to act as he purposefully teased his maw against that knot – his gaze staring at the lupine the entire while. He could at least enjoy getting these little rises out of the people that he pleased, or perhaps it was just a habit he picked up that seemed to please his vulpine owner. Whatever the case, Dexter didn’t give it much mind as his head continued to bob at its current depth, rolling with a wet, slurping suckle with each piston up and down, waiting to see if the wolf would rise to his challenge or not.

Then, as he felt Rajiin’s balls start to tense in preparation against his kneading palm, the canine finally took the bait~ A sultry growl rolled from the wolf’s throat as the hand against the back of the dog’s head took a far more commanding hold on his scalp, immediately exploiting his grip to slam Dexter’s head forward. The shepherd reacted promptly, holding his jaw open to let the bulging glands of the man’s knot slip past his fangs and settle against the roof of his maw, whilst his well trained throat squeezed over the wolf’s dick with a firm, yet inviting, grip with the soft walls of his gullet.

“Mmmff... There’s a good boy~ Still an eager little cocksucker just like you were trained~” The silver wolf growled through his pants, wrapping his other hand around the back of the dog’s head to hold him with a proper grip from both hands! The lithe lupine’s hips rolled forward, helping to grind his dick’s vivid red inches into the cuntpup’s mouth, teasing his swiftly bloating knot back and forth over the soft sealing clamp of the shepherd’s lips. Dexter tried to protest against the retreat, but all his efforts to hold his prize in place only amounted to drawing a loud, illicit schlurp every time that knot plopped free. All the while, the shepherd’s throat dutifully swallowed, couriering the strands of warm, lupine pre down to his stomach, whilst at the same time making that point buried within his gullet shiver with delight.

It was only as the wolf began to hump his face, tapping those balls on the precipice of firing against his chin, that he realized he might have gone too far! He had consented to performing the deed so quickly that he hadn’t even considered the quite plausible possibility that another wolf might wander in seeking the shaman’s blessing. Just the deed they were performing would be risky enough, but if he had to wait for Rajiin’s knot to deflate, the chance they would be seen would be even more unbearable!

It was far too late to prevent that fate now. The attempts he made to show he didn’t want the other canine to finish hilt deep in his maw were reflexively countered by the man’s hands shoving his nose back into the musky fur of the wolf’s crotch! Even if he could push past his servile conditioning to try and shove the lupine’s crotch away, he couldn’t overcome the larger canine’s strength, nor was he willing to risk his chance at his masculinity being restored by putting up a serious struggle.

Instead, Dexter tried to push the wolf to his peak as soon as he could, hoping it would be over, and he would be on his way, before an audience could arrive. He shoved his snout flush against the man’s crotch, sinking every last inch of wolf cock he could into his clamping throat. His lips pressed as firmly as they could around the root of the man’s girth, suckling around the thick lobes which began to bulge his cheeks, gulping down the fecund strands of pre which poured from the prick as he did his best to milk the length of its prize!

Another few moments of staring beggingly up into the male’s yellowish-blue eyes, and a few groping squeezes to the wolf’s spheres and thigh later, and he finally coaxed the canine to his peak. The lupine’s rod pulsed, throbbing vigorously against his pinned tongue and the walls of his throat, before the familiar warmth of virility shot across the back his gullet. He swallowed instinctively around every drop, trained to not waste any gift he was given by his superiors, letting the warmth of the essence fade away within his stomach after Rajiin’s short yet vigorous release tapered to a close... And left him stuck on his hands and knees in front of the canine’s chair, his short tail raised and wagging, and his maw stuck in place around the man’s knot for the next few minutes.

“Aaah... Over already, hmm?” Rajiin teased with a snicker. His hands relaxed their grip upon the dog’s head. One left Dexter’s scalp entirely, the other settled into a praising scratch behind the pup’s ears, bringing a pleased murmur to his cock-gagged maw. “Such a good pup, our Master definitely trained you well.”

While the pup would have liked to correct him, the only retort he could manage at the moment was a half-dissatisfied growl. He couldn’t demand that the wolf follow through with his end of the bargain currently either, not even knowing if the shaman could get started while they were locked in such an awkward predicament. All he could do was kneel there, waiting for the flesh locked just behind his fangs to slowly retract and allow him to pry his jaws from around the bloated glands...

That was until he heard the weight of someone’s steps approaching the shaman’s hut, followed shortly thereafter by the pelt’s hanging over its entrance being pushed aside as an unknown figure barged their way in like they owned the place, and not the silver wolf who resided therein!

Immediately, Dexter’s short, stubby tail tucked itself against his pants and his ears tucked against his scalp. He did his best to look as invisible as possible despite his prominent position kneeling before the shaman, visibly flinching as he curled against the lithe wolf’s inner legs.

“Aaah~ Chief Chase, I see you got my message in time,” Rajiin shot a wide, toothy smile towards the mysterious wolf that had entered.

‘The Chief!?’ Dexter’s embarrassment was compounded even further. But he couldn’t help but wonder what the leader of these wolves looked like enough to shift his position as best he could – tilting his snout around the tool locking him in place to glance back with his amber eye towards the lupine.

He had a tall, stocky, and athletic figure, with fur that was a light purple, and was distinctly male considering the impression his goods left in the simple loin cloth he wore. Although, unlike most of his people, he adorned himself with further accessories than the typical animal skin garb. The wealth that the tribe possessed was represented in the copper bands that he wore around his thighs and forearms, polished to the point that they shined in the light that intruded upon the spirit talker’s home. But it was the man’s piercing blue eyes that drew his attention most. The man’s gaze was centered firmly upon his kneeling self, making the dog’s spine shiver in a mixture of concern and excitement.

“So is this the spy you were informing me of?” The wolf’s brows quirked as his stare lingered on the suspected canine.

Wait, spy!? The dog frowned as he shot a glare towards the lupine whose knot he was stuck on. A warning growl rolled from his throat, but he was powerless to do anything more. Even if he wished to put his fangs to use in the rather... precarious... position Dexter found himself in, he was far too well trained to dare to do so.

“Of course~ Here’s all the proof that you’ll need. That fox is so conceited that he’ll keep his toys displaying his ownership, even while sending them to spy on his rivals~” The lupine teased while one of his hands brushed against the back of the shepherd’s head. It might have been misconstrued as another adoring pat at first, but as soon as it reached the dog’s clothes, its true intent made itself known as it stripped the cuntpup of his garb... and revealed the leather collar fastened dutifully in place around his neck!

Dexter attempted to counter what the traitorous shaman was saying as his brows furrowed into a fiercer stare. If anyone was the spy here, it was the damn silver wolf! The fox’s toys don’t remove their collars? He was living proof of the opposite right there! But, no matter how he tried to speak, it all came out as muffled murmurs vibrating against the lupine’s cock in the end.

“If you want further proof...” Rajiin spoke with a sneer towards his helpless struggles, “All you have to do is check his abdomen~”

“That so~? Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.” The other wolf murmured with his own cocky grin.

‘You slut!’ Dexter mentally shouted while being completely helpless to stop what came next. He squirmed, his legs flailed against the purple wolf’s grasps, while his hands punched pathetically against the silver’s thighs. But, in the end, he was rolled over by the wolf chief’s strength, twisting his maw and throat around the cock holding him in place. His snout was shoved squarely against the shaman’s balls, flooding his nostrils with the familiar musky scent. His ass now sat upon the floor of the hut while he was undressed.

It was a simple matter from there for the pelts he wore to be dragged aside, and for the former male’s greatest shame to be revealed. Where once he had a modest masculinity which stood proud from his crotch, he now sported a set of damp, fertile lips, glistening and puffy from excitement from all the canine musk he had breathed in the last few minutes. But, even more embarrassing than that, was what was on his abdomen just above his cunt – a brand of ownership over his fertility that stood right above his womb, signifying how it belonged to the creature that had granted him his new sex.

“See, what did I tell you~?” The silver wolf gloated while teasingly sliding his fingers back behind the shepherd’s head to scratch an ear. “He’s one of the Lord of the Forest’s breeding toys, and he doesn’t throw them away for no reason~ No doubt, he was meant to sneak in here, and try to bring back some information to that fox tribe he loves so much~”

“I guess you’re right~ We should probably get rid of him, but...” Chase’s lips twisted into a devious smirk as he looked down at the helpless dog still trying to squirm against his grip, even though one hand on the shepherd’s hip was all it took to keep him from writhing away. Which gave the purple wolf all the opportunity he needed to press the fingers from his spare hand against those wet, inviting lips, curling them around to squeeze the dog’s clit between them and his thumb to draw a pleased whimper from the canine’s cock-stuffed maw. “Why not put that cocky fox’s toy to work instead to make up for this grievance~?”

‘Throw them away for no reason!?’ Dexter’s mind raced as the other two talked, trying to puzzle his way out of this situation, or at the very least trying to understand how he had gotten into it in the first place! He hadn’t been tasked to do this, he hadn’t been thrown away! He had slipped away by his own will... Didn’t he? But... What if it was all part of some plan..? That damn fox was certainly cunning enough to trap him again... And the canine couldn’t discount that his memories had been altered for this very purpose... But why!?

It was then that his eyes snapped back towards Rajiin, and that bratty smirk he wore across his muzzle. That’s right. There really was a spy in the wolf tribe. But it wasn't him – it was that damn shaman! He, and perhaps his owner, were going to throw him to the wolves as a scapegoat, just to distract any suspicion away from the silver-furred mut!

To hell with that plan! He wasn’t going to let himself be used like that! Especially now that he could feel the vigor in the wolf’s girth start to slacken within his throat. He’d be able to pry his lips from off around that knot any minute now and start yelling the truth straight to the chief himself–

“What a wonderful idea~ Fortunately, the fox’s habits can be used against his agents, if one knows how...” Rajiin interrupted his train of thought. The hand that was demeaningly petting over his ears wandered down, going out of its way to trace a claw across the side of his muzzle as it did so, before at last settling on the edge of the only article of clothing he was left with after they had stripped him bare: his collar. “Good vixen~”

Those powerful, familiar words slammed into Dexter’s psyche like a horse, scattering his thoughts – and his anger towards his fellow vulpine plaything – in their wake. As soon as those syllables touched his ears, his body went slack, all the tension that had been building within him released at those praising words. The silver furred wolf’s knot slipped free from his relaxed maw, drawing out with a few strings of spit and seed smeared over its surface, before the lupine put the dog’s blank expression to use to dry his girth by smearing the tool against the canine’s face.

It was only as the shaman stood to get out of the way, and the larger wolf pulled the hypnotized pup to his feet by grabbing a hold of the dog’s collar, that the true extent to those word’s power was seen in the shepherd’s listless stare. His heterochromatic eyes were overtaken completely by a pair of bright azure spirals that spun across his eyes as he stared vacantly forward. Even as Chase held the smaller dog up by the leather strap until he was standing on his toes, the blissful, empty headed dog stared forward with a vacant smile on his lips. “How considerate of that fox, looks like he’s already trained our new breeding bitch just for us~”

Chase hoisted the entranced pup over his shoulder, carting the stripped ‘vixen’ out of the shaman’s hut with a possessive growl. Despite the treatment, Dexter’s eyes remained staring thoughtlessly forward, a shallow, contented smile on his lips, while his hands lay against the wolf’s back with no effort to escape. “Time to make a show out of this pup, and let everyone know what we do with spies around here.”

“We’ve got a new bitch to break in, boys!” The purple wolf’s voice boomed out amongst the village as he neared the roaring fire at its center. Wolves from across the small village looked over, from the warriors and hunters who were relaxing, to the guards unfortunately stuck at their posts that could do nothing more than watch until they were relieved. Even the village’s midwife, a kindly looking wolf with exotic red fur, turned his attention to the scene that was unfolding as the Chief hauled his prize towards the tree nearest the bonfire.

Despite how slack the shepherd held himself, as soon as he was sat back onto his feet in front of the small tree he stayed standing. His ears didn’t flick at any of the jeers that came from the gathering pack of wolves, nor did his eyes turn towards the man getting into position behind him. The only ‘thought’ which briefly crossed the enthralled canine’s mind was to push his ass back into the wolf stud’s crotch when he felt the warmth of the lupine’s exposed masculinity, desperate to feel it sink into his aching, fertile cunt that needed relief.

“An eager slut aren’t you~? That damn fox really did train you well.” The wolf growled against the dog’s thoughtless head as he reached down and tugged the canine’s arms forward. The shepherd did as he was directed, arms dutifully complying with the movement to eventually be held against the tree just above his head. The chief’s loin cloth was carted along in the wolf’s hands, the hide garment soon repurposed into a rope that the man tied around Dexter’s wrists, binding him to the tree by looping it around his wrists and tying it into as firm a knot as he could.

A queue had started to form with the chief at the head of the line. Dexter’s spiral-covered eyes briefly lingered on the wolf that seemed to be settling in for second – a strong, towering lupine warrior, with a chest decorated in red and white war paint, and three feathers for his victories tied into his hair. The figure’s crotch was already bare much like the chief’s, a meaty red cock spilling forth into the man’s waiting hand as he stared at the branded, free use ‘vixen’ strung up in front of them. “Should have put him on his hands and knees so we could have used his muzzle, boss.”

“You can do with him what you will once I’m done with him... For now, he’s all mine~” Chase murmured. One of his strong hands wrapped around the shepherd’s stubby tail, yanking on the small limb to coax the cuntpup’s ass higher into the air, exposing his lips – damp and dripping with their estrus – to the wolf’s gaze. The other hand, meanwhile, took a hold of his thick prick and lined the throbbing tool towards the dog’s eager sex.

Dexter obediently moved as he was directed, squirming his hips in reflex as he felt the tip press between his lips as the bottomless well of hedonism left within his subconscious bubbled up into his vacant mind. As soon as the point had sunk in far enough to hook itself within his cunt, the hand guiding the prick released its hold to instead reach forward and grasp the shepherd’s cursed collar. A tug later dug the strap against the cuntpup’s throat, coaxing the thoughtless puppy’s gaze to turn back towards his new, self-proclaimed owner.

“Be a good bitch and beg for it, puppy~” Chase’s growl rolled against his ear as he stared down into the hypnotized dog’s spiral eyes.

“P- Please... Master... Breed... Me?” The words tumbled slowly from Dexter’s lips, needing to be dredged up from the depths of his mind, past the haze of blue which silenced his thoughts.

“Mmm... Passable enough from a mindless puppy mill~”

Chase’s lips pulled back into a toothy snarl as he finally gave the needy dog the bone he had begged for. His hips rolled forward, spreading the puppy’s well used entrance around his tapered tip. Only to then slam forward a moment later, sinking several inches of fat wolf dick into the entranced dog’s lips, drawing a subdued whimper from the enthralled pup’s lips.

For all the effort it took to wrap his tender, estrus-drooling mound around the wolf’s cock, the canine didn’t flinch as the wolf ground his way in. Yet, neither did he press back into his new handler’s desires, not without the purple wolf’s hand yanking him back by his collar or tail to coax him into mindlessly grinding his lips down over the fat wolfhood at least. His eyes stared blankly back into Chase’s hungry stare the entire time, his vacant gaze punctuated by his half-open maw that slightly twitched with every cunt-canal plunging thrust forward.

“Don’t think we can call him a bitch while he’s not got a single free thought in his head.” One of the wolves gathered around the public breeding shouted with a laugh, drawing a jeering snicker from his peers as they got comfortable - watching the show with their hands wrapped around their eager dicks, thickening the cool autumn air with their combined scent tickling the poor hypno-dog’s nostrils.

“True, he’s far better as a mindless chew toy and puppy mill for us all~” Another wolf joined in with a laugh from the opposite end of the crowd, prompting yet more snickers to ring out between the steady, hammering plaps of the wolf’s hips smacking against the enthralled dog’s dutiful rear, as well as the squelching notes from his wet snatch squeezing around the pre-slick dick ramming itself in.

“You hear that, toy~? You’re going to be a good plaything for all these wolves and help them satisfy their pent up lusts once I’m done breeding you~ What do you have to say to that, eh~? To your betters~?” Chase growled against the entranced puppy’s ear, drawing a whine from the cuntpup’s listless lips by slamming his fat prick against the fertile shepherd’s g-spot.

“Y– Yes! I’m a... Good... plaything. Good toy for... wolves... To– To breed.” The dog’s words proved just as difficult to extract from his empty head as before. This time, however, his barely conscious words were marred by a steady, freely rolling pant from his slack jawed lips, betraying the arousal and excitement that at least the shepherd’s body felt from the wolf’s firm rut, even if his brain was currently out of operation.

“That’s better, puppy~ Mmm. That fox really did make you to be bred though, didn’t he~?” Chase’s own pants caressed the dog’s scruff as he spoke. Dexter knew just how and when to clench his lips around the dick sinking in despite his otherwise stoic and thoughtless state – leaving the wolf to ponder if the ‘vixen’ had been trained to the point that pleasuring a stud breeding him had become a reflex, no matter how deeply inducted he was~.

Now, all the shepherd’s training, all of his conditioning, all that time the fox spent sculpting such a delightful treat into a well behaved sleeve, only for all of it to go to the wolf’s benefit~ The dog had been practically gifted to them! Delivered straight to their door with a fancy collar that made him obey with just two simple words~

A toothy smirk stretched across Chase’s lips as he thought about how fortunate they were, delighting in how the scent of lupine musk stained those walls with a fresh coat, marking what once had been the vulpine’s personal plaything into his tribe’s pleasure toy~ The stench of vulpine seed might never really fade from the fertile bitch, but by putting the dog to work day after day until what was left of his mind was utterly broken and his belly weighed down by their seed, few if any would know the origins of the tribe’s free use plaything.

A domineering growl vibrated from Chase’s throat, his hips bucking forward again to clap his knot against the eager brood toy’s cunt hard enough to draw a proper, if still a bit muted, moan from the zonked puppy’s lips. His cock ground deep in the shepherd’s depths, its tip rolling just shy of the dog’s womb. Enough of his dickmeat was wedged into the small dog’s abdomen that every buried inch was displayed prominently on the canine’s belly in the form of a visible bulge pressing out from underneath the vulpine’s mark of claim etched upon their new puppy mill’s belly.

His hips pulled back, dragging almost every inch of his red prick from the dog’s glistening lips, flaunting how his rod glistened in the fire’s light from the canine’s arousal and his own pre. Before, just as that point was about to slip back out of the shepherd’s dripping sex, the wolf’s grip tightened against Dexter’s tail and collar to yank him back into his next ramming thrust, then the next, and the next~

The pup’s gentle huffs grew more ragged as cracks in the canine’s placid demeanor began to show. Each slam of the wolf’s hips coerced another reflexive moan from the shepherd’s sex, and another writhing, milking clench from the cunt around his advancing inches. But, despite all the effort those shuddering spasms gave, they couldn’t keep the wolf’s knot from steadily working its way deeper into the dog’s mound – not that they seemed to seriously desire to in the first place~

“Mmm... You’re a real fan of taking knots, aren’t you puppy~? Bet you got a lot of practice with them thanks to that fox. Well, you’re going to get a hell of a lot more practice with them before tonight is over~” the wolf snarled again as he felt the subtle hint of a shudder run through the entranced dog’s body. A weak, yet oh so lascivious moan of bliss percolated up from the

Chase’s ears drank in the weak, yet oh so lascivious moan of bliss which percolated to the swirly-eyed dog’s lips as the pleasure from his tying broke out from the depths of the hypnotized pup’s subconscious. At the same time, the wolf could swear he caught sight of a subtle smile stretched across the edges of the puppy mill’s contented maw in a genuine expression of pleasure~

“Time to claim you proper, toy~” The purple-furred wolf snarled, his rumbling tease tickling against the listless dog’s ear. Of course, it was more for his own benefit than the mindless pup’s... That and all the other wolves assembled and watching restlessly for their own chance.

With one last slam, Chase at last ground his knot past the shepherd’s tender lips~ His hips ground against the hypnotized canine’s ass as the lobes sank in and his heavy balls slapped against the tribal bitch’s abdomen. He wolf’s wedge-shaped head pressed into the dog’s cervix, breaching the gate to the canine’s womb with just its tip – the firm walls of muscle revealing how well tamed they were by the milking clench they gave to a breeder’s dick, drawing the throbbing tip to have a clear shot at the dog’s womb as his balls teetered on the edge of release!

“Let's get you nice and fat with our puppies~” The wolf chief grunted with a toothy smile, his blue eyes locked on his prize’s face as his hips gave the last few, grinding nudges needed to reach his release – at least in combination with the dutiful squeeze the shepherd’s cunt instinctively gave to the sensitive nerves around the wolf’s knot!

The lupine’s plump white spheres jumped, tapping against the breeding toy’s fuzzy belly as their owner ground his crotch flush against the fertile dog’s cunt – the crumbled sheath behind his glands kissing those slick, spasming lips against the breeding toy’s abdomen as the wolf pressed his crotch flush against the dog’s cunt. His knot throbbed, pulsing in tandem with the rest of his cock around each rope of cream pouring forth from his loins, pumping each hot, heavy load straight into the sheep dog’s womb!

A sultry, possessive snarl rumbled from the wolf’s grinning lips as he watched the subtle twitches of pleasure crossing the enchanted dog’s placid expression with every shot of piping hot puppy batter into his fertile cavern – each more noticeable than the last as his cream pooled into a small puddle within the soon-to-be life bearing uterus~

“Damnit Chief, why did ya have to go and knot him!? Now we all have to wait for your dick to go down before we get a turn.” One of the warriors grumbled, watching the visible twitches within the bulge the purple wolf’s dick made slowly peter out over the next few seconds.

“Aren’t warriors and hunters supposed to be patient~?” Chase shot back with a toothy laugh. He reaffirmed his hold on the dog’s stub tail once more, while the other finally released the hypno-slut’s collar to join in with a firm hold against the shepherd’s hips. “Besides... Something tells me that this bitch is used to a knot grinding in and out from his cunt, aren’t you, ‘vixen’~?”

Dexter was in no condition to countermand the tribal wolf’s hypothesis. His mindless body continued to grind his stuffed cunt against the larger male’s crotch, walls milking the spent-shaft for as many drops of virile cream as a good vixen should. Even when the wolf began to pull back and test his knot’s tie around those flexing lips, the dog barely gave a whimper in retort... Until...

Plop.

The wolf’s knot, in all of its virile glory, squeezed free, allowing rivulets of lupine spunk to trickle down from the bred hole to stain the shepherd’s spotted leg.

A shudder ran through the entranced dog’s body, joined with an audible gasp from his lips as the sudden surge of pleasure and aching stretch snapped the dog out of his spellbound condition at last! The swirly blue pattern in his eyes disappeared with a few confused blinks, revealing his unusual heterochromatic gaze once more.

Confusion and dread spread across Dexter’s face as he stared out at the crowd of horny wolves gathered around him, tinged by a hint of lust and pleasure as his mind began to piece together exactly what had happened to him while he was in ‘toy mode’. His none-to-subtle hint of enjoyment at the treatment he was subjected to only grew worse when the lupine leader slapped his hefty cockmeat against his cum-dripping cunt, and his eyes turned towards the broad, painted furred chest of the next wolf in line stepping towards him.

“See~? What I tell ya... This here’s one well trained breeding bitch primed and ready to tend to an entire village~” Chase teased again, releasing his hold upon the dog’s body at last. But not before throwing in one last torment as he wiped his dick across the shepherd's spotty butt, before giving the now seed-marked ass a teasing slap.

“Feel free to untie him if you want to use his maw now, boys~ Oh, and pup?” The wolf chief flashed one last grin towards Dexter as he walked away for the war-decorated wolf to take his place. “Welcome to the tribe... Pet~”