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“You've got to explain one thing or two to me."

For a moment, the voice broke the faint harmony of distant cries and the breathing mask's effort to squeeze every ounce of air through the filters. Grunts then followed, as hefting one's body through the chaos of rocks was getting arduous; the declination was less sympathetic to the climbers.

“I have been thorough with you. Nothing else is required."

“About that. It's a yes and no. You told me you were experimenting with using pheromones so the Prowler won't attack us."

It was an affirmation, but the silence remained until there was a pained breath and a grunt.

“Correct."

“You are planning to use this for the next Games. And you are always so sure about your stuff, you never do anything unless you're one hundred percent certain."

“Correct again. An oddity."

“In that case. If you're so sure that stuff works…. Why am I here, then?"

“Security."

“From what? We're alone."

That was true.

Within that valley, there was nobody. Most of the time, it was highly illegal and downright impossible to mess with the Games. But there was always leniency if people were coming to the King's Canyon to experiment.

Just in case, Alexander Maxwell Nox, also known as Caustic, had checked with the transit so nobody would bother them. They would be alone. As alone as it could be with a corporation breathing down their neck.

So… Why did he bring that weight? Caustic looked over his shoulders. His brown eyes met Newcastle's. Jackson was… A potentially stupid yet wise individual. Someone whose folders and access were hard to acquire, even for Caustic. But through coercion, he had everything he wanted to know about the “white-knight" currently following him. Whether from his role as a mere soldier to a family man who defected.

A presence that was to be tested, to confirm whether he was an asset or a liability.

But nothing more was said as Caustic pried his eyes away from his burly aide. And deeper in the valley, where one den he had noticed through some earlier scouting. He gripped one of his grenades, one custom-made with a new type of reagent, and nodded.

“The answer would not satisfy you. We are almost there," commented Caustic, taking another sharp breath as they were on “their" territory.

The Prowlers.

As a panzootic Species, dwelling on many planets, they present a danger even on the Apex Games. More often than not, it's the other participants one should be wary of. But one error of inattention and they could jump at your throat and kill you.

Therefore, there was a purpose for Caustic to weaponize them as he opened the gas grenade and lobbed it towards the Den. Soon enough, the purple gas began to form a thick cloud surrounding that den while Caustic approached… And had to goad his “ally".

“I must ensure this preparation works not only on me. I tire of your complaints about the quality of my preparation."

“More like you don't want to owe anything," commented Newcastle back, chuckling and somehow jovial now that they were going downhill.

“Perhaps."

Yes. Having allies rather than enemies was important in the Apex games. However, that consideration was fading as Caustic continued his approach. By then, the gas had already dissipated. But its effects must have started to affect the Prowlers living in that den.

“Be ready," commented Caustic, checking for his sidearm.

A click, and Caustic knew his ally had removed his sidearm's security.

Now… It was only a matter of approaching. Carefully to note the effects.

And…

“Shit."

“Wait? Did you just swear?"

“My expletive is accurate to our situation."

A situation that Caustic did not account for. He underestimated the pack's size. Prowlers were not forming a big pack. But as the creatures left the den, growling and grunting, they were almost…. A dozen. No, more. Way more.

Some were females. But most were males, as seen by the coloration… And something that was oozing between their legs, growing stiff and musky.

“That's not the kind of calm I expected. They look… Rowdy!"

“I employed pheromones. However, I didn't account for the potential mutation."

“What's that excuse for 'bestowing them such boner' ?" asked Newcastle, sarcastic and clutching his sidearm. They did not bring any big caliber; it wasn't authorized. And there were too many Prowlers for their tiny pistols to handle them.

“It was not my intention. My idea was to produce a pheromonal signal that could sedate them. But that subspecies must… understand it as a call for breeding."

“You solved the Prowlers' population issue. The world is safe."

“Not my intention," commented Caustic, noticing some of the Prowlers were already humping and fucking.

But the majority were on them. Males. Large. Even their Alpha was among them, gnashing and salivating.

“Quick. Strip!" shouted Caustic, turning to Newcastle while yanking his own gas mask, exposing his hirsute face from his unkempt beard to his mottled face with gaunt features. Even the bags under his eyes gave him that tired and threatening look.

On the other hand, Newcastle was showing a hint of fear with his teeth clenched.

“Are you crazy? You want me to strip? I'll take my chances and run!"

“If you run, they'll assume you're a prey and not a mate! They will kill before you make one hundred meters. And that armor will not help!"

“I-… Buster! You know how… How much I hate you?"

“Please. I already know about your dossier, Jackson."

“Heh. Of course you do."

Newcastle snorted in frustration. Still, Caustic turned away from his ally and towards the Prowlers. They were still maintaining the distance, sniffing the air in anticipation. For the moment, those creatures were looking to tell the difference between prey and mates.

The second option was humiliating. But it was better for them to survive with a bruised ego than to be killed.

And so… As Caustic sighed, he opened his suit. He revealed the skin underneath, covered with salt-and-pepper hair that was sprouting almost everywhere on his body in an almost hirsute way. His chest hair was tufty and prominent, forming like a bush over his broad and slightly saggy pectorals. Enough to cover the white scar underneath each.

Enough to cover those peppering the man's belly as the hair descended in a happy trail, caked with sweat, over his navel and down his groin.

The boots off, the gloves away… His gear dropped on the ground. There was nothing else to remove than the pants of his suit. And naked as he was underneath it, there was no reason to dither as he pulled everything down… Revealing something different from what was expected between his legs. Quite a surprising sigh.

“So… You're like me?" asked Jackson, surprised.

“Contrary to you, I used a pouch to hide that fact," commented Caustic as he felt the fresh breeze tingle his hairy groin… And his labia. In that situation, it was better not to comment on it for the former scientist. But his vulva was exposed, revealing and confirming who he had been before.

Much like Newcastle. Quite a silly, almost comical situation to beat the odds and yet be stuck among “excited" beasts.

Jackson, with his ebony skin, had more difficulties hiding the scars. His skin marked more easily, and though he was just as hirsute, his black hair contrasted with the bright pink peppering that pudgier body.

Whether it was the hormones or something else… But Newcastle was already balding, and his body was taking more weight and fat than Caustic's, making them comparable yet different.

The first was stocky and somewhat dry. The other had some flab, some curves, shagging cheeks as he stood with his arms on his sides, in a wide stance. Not even feigning to hide his pinkish parts. He seemed more focused on Caustic and how the scientist remained collected.

“You could have told me."

“There's something more important for us than to squabble after our previous identities. Come closer," commented Nox, inviting Newcastle.

And amidst the remnants of his armor, Newcastle seemed dubious. But he approached, his hands closing into fists.

“What then? We show them our goods and they're happy?"

“If it were that easy, I would not look as pressed and anxious as I am."

“I don't know if you're even shitting bricks like me, right now."

“I am not shitting bricks. But this is a gamble. And I hate gambling."

Caustic's eyes were on the pack. The Prowlers were turning around them, sniffing. Surely, the gas had dissipated, so it was impossible to ensure they had received the signal to mate. But Caustic hoped their scents were enough.

Enough as his fingers went between his legs, going amidst the grayish tuft… And brushed the labia, pulling on them.

“What the fuck are you doing?"

“Improving our chances," answered Caustic, cold as he watched the biggest Prowler approach. The nose up, the creature loudly inhaled while salivating. Behind, a trail of precum and saliva followed the Alpha until he was close to Caustic's and… … Licked the labia, sampling and testing the soft entrance.

A touch that was all but careful, as that cat-like tongue scratched Caustic's labia and made him wince… And groan.

“You'll get us killed," grunted Newcastle, imitating Caustic with his fingers, and winced when the Alpha's tongue tested him the same.

“Silence. I prefer survival over being a m-Ehrmph!"

Caustic had turned his way to Newcastle. It had been a mistake. One of the Prowlers had pounced on him, toppling him until he landed on his back and plump posterior on the soft soil. But the creature's weight had been enough to daze him and force him to exhale. And then inhale a pungent air, coming right from… Another Prowler's groin.

“We're done!" shouted Newcastle, with a hint of urgency.

“No, we're not," answered Caustic, prosaic as he faced that shaft. As he observed the bulge and details of an organ developed through selective breeding, and potentially resulted from genetic modifications.

That flared end, that thick corona, the median ring, the veins, the bulbous knot. It seemed like a mismatch of traits, of a penis that had been custom-made to be the most impressive and… Daunting to see. Whoever's perversion had been at play did it wonderfully.

It was craftsmanship in perversion, if not Evolution's doing. And the scent, it was rough. Brutal… heavy with pheromones that were mainly… bearing a touch of trimethylamine. That distinct rotten scent, Caustic had been accustomed to.

“And how can you explain this?" asked Newcastle, his face turned to one growling and evidently posing Prowler. The brave creature was looking for an angle, and the constant snarl was starting to wear on Caustic's ears.

“Pheromones. They are currently exchanging about our current situation. Beyond that, the erection that is pointing towards your vulva should be enough of an indication. You are aware of how it is supposed to go."

“What?" scoffed Newcastle, seemingly fighting the urge to push back against the Prowler, to send the Beast rolling away. More so when that thick shaft, particularly equine in its extension, rubbed against Newcastle's groin… And then brushed the labia, much to the former Soldier's dismay.

“They will breed you. They smell in you the scent of a mate. They are sizing us up to confirm whether or not we are fitting for their broods. Do not fight, they can bite their mates."

“We are… How would that even be-URf! Possible?" grunted Newcastle, suddenly hefting the Prowler's torso as the creature lowered it, in an effort to align that shaft with Newcastle's vulva. Something that was similar to Caustic, though he was taking it with stoicism. The rubbing, the prodding, the pushing. It was the prefatory attempt of a beast following its instincts.

And then… There it was, the warmth. Right by the entrance. For him. For both. For the two humans who were stuck, they reacted differently. Newcastle gritted his teeth, his hands clawing the void. Caustic, with a relaxed expression, as he tried to control his mind.

“Answer me!"

“Antomony Pen-… You were a soldier before?"

“What does it have to do with… HRMPHHH!"

Here it was. As Caustic turned to Newcastle, he saw the gritted teeth, the clenched jaw, the arching back. He noted the pain wrought all over the former Soldier's face. He saw the tension in those eyelids closing, in those brows furrowing.

And then, as if he had been given enough allowance, it was Caustic's turn. He braced for impact. But he still winced and clenched his teeth as he felt the sheer volume, the sheer size pressing against his entrance. It pressed with such strength, Caustic thought for a moment it would break everything on its path. But then, the muscles gave out and the flared end pushed through the labia, stretching them wide and apart, splitting the Scientist in two.

He heaved, he sighed, he felt his waist burn in flames from within. The sudden burst of pain was enough to make the walls close in, and therefore worsen the sensation for the Scientist, who heaved, coughed… And then sighed. The Beast was in; there was no way it could get pushed out. More than that, the Prowler didn't move. Yet.

“You do not look as cold now," chuckled Newcastle, painfully. “A pain in your tummy?"

“Do not lower yourself to this… It is merely an inconvenience. We can endure," sighed Caustic, trying not to mind… And yet, feeling as one hand closed on his wrist, holding it. Newcastle was holding onto him. What was he thinking?

“What… Are you doing?"

“It'll make it easier."

“For you?"

Newcastle didn't answer, but his grip didn't relent. So it was Caustic who allowed it, not yanking his wrist away while he watched the creature above.

He observed the crests and scales, noting the pattern as the Beasts were not moving. Though, when it happened, it was completed by a sound of suction. A sound of holes desperately trying to close themselves, applying such pressure that a mix of air and fluids sprayed out. And Caustic… Much to his dismay. He felt a spray coming from his lower reaches, a slight release as he sighed, feeling the corona's ridge tug on the edge… And then press back, with the organ pushing back once more. And soon to hasten.

“Are they slow?"

“They are. They are waiting for an answer in pheromones," commented Caustic, pointing out to Newcastle's prowlers. “Hear their breath. Smell the musk. They are definitely trying to communicate with us."

“And if… We don't?"

“It doesn't matter. It will happen. They are feeling the heat from our vulvas. They won't refuse it. But it will be worse."

“Worse?"

“Do not try to… Push them. They fight b-ACK!"

Caustic tried to remain composed and calm. But all broke down in a shrill cry when he felt the Beast grow impatient. The Prowler, the redder one above him, started to hump within him without a care. The Beast, no longer confused, was now penetrating and inserting itself… And so, followed the pain, the fullness, the presence that Caustic thought he had forgotten. But now, it was here with a vengeance. It was here with more strength.

Soon enough, his breathing hastened, his heartbeat accelerated… And he felt it. He felt the need, the explosion, the spark… Everything that was driven by evolution. He winced, closing his fist and narrowly yanking his wrist free. But he didn't, as his back arched, and then he dropped…

Sweat was pouring all over his face. His traits were relaxed. His breathing eased. But he grunted when another type of pain followed: Newcastle was crushing his wrist. That damn man might have faked his death and been hiding himself. But he still had the strength to back up his tenure.

“Hh… Give them… a Boner. You had… to… Give!" cried Newcastle, his guts visibly pummeled from within by the Creature's cock. The organ pushed in and out, stretching the Human's abdomen in the way while that enormous cock was trying to go in and out. But so far, it seemed the Beast was locked, and Newcastle was trying to clench his legs to stop them.

“Buster! It's… Oh!" Newcastle cried, only for his mouth to contort with a grin and his body to relax.

Surely, he was feeling it. Much like Caustic, who had difficulties restraining his smile. The flush naturally came to his face and body, over his pectorals, over his belly… over his groin. Even as he watched another Prowler approach, grunting and groaning… At a different angle, just to present his organ. One whose tip was purplish, with a sizeable droplet of fluids coalescing at the tip… Right from that wide urethra.

“What's… This?" mumbled Newcastle, visibly shaken enough to pull from the haze.

Caustic… He managed to avoid its calling… Though he had one hand going on the Prowler's cock, feeling and stroking the organ that answered with a throb, and a near buckle from the surprised prowler.

“Psychoactive substances to sedate the females. However, you are also experiencing the joy of hastened ovulation."

“Wh-What?" mumbled Newcastle, blinking as he, too, was facing another cock. And the pain on Caustic's wrist seemed to grow, as if to shake Caustic… To get an answer out of him. Yanking his arm free would be impossible now.

Therefore, Caustic sighed, allowing himself to get a sample of the Prowler's fluids, to sample the rotten taste as much as the savory and sweet flavor from the preseminal fluids. Then… Followed a sensation of tingling whenever the liquid touched.

“Due to a pressure of selection, females do not naturally ovulate. Their fluids are absorbed by the membrane and mimic the peak of luteinizing hormone. It should only make us-“

The wrist clenched harder, like a call to cut short.

“We will be ovulating. And there is no way to stop it for the next four hours."

For an instant, the grip wavered. Then continued.

No, was completed by a gargle and a gurgle. By the sound of someone's mouth being filled by something thick, easy, sticky, and yet elastic enough to allow some air to trickle through. Caustic could watch, then, Newcastl's mouth split by the Prowler's cock.

And with it, there was another change in Newcastle's attitude. His grip lessened but didn't stop. And his body itself seemed to rest. Even his legs widened, opened, and allowed the Prowler to go faster, to pump, thrust, and hasten…

Until it all clenched: fist, legs, abdomen. And even Newcastle's expression hardened.

A quick shaking.

“Do not fight it. They are perfect partners for humans, unluckily for us. Their genitals are far more sizeable than most men's. And their fluids will sedate the pain, leaving you with a need to breed. Something as primal as fighting. Though you know it already," chuckled Caustic, thinking on what else to add to tease Newcastle.

But before he could let out his following quip, his next attack on the former Soldier's intelligent move to defect… Well, the Prowlers decided not to wait any longer.

Especially not the one Caustic had been licking and sampling his fluids from.

That young male, as seen by the lack of wounds and scratch marks, was eager. He thrust… And in return, Caustic had no other choice but to open his mouth to welcome that shaft that stretched his lips, made him mind his teeth… And burned his tongue as it was exposed to the sheer hormonal and pheromonal cocktail produced by the Prowler's cock.

One cocktail that was, then, directly pumped inside his throat with enough strength and volume, Caustic could feel some droplets landing inside his nose, absorbed by the mucous tissues.

But the mainline was directly to his stomach, making him unable to stop the flow as he gargled, which could be compared to urinating… But was solely preseminal fluid. One so liquid, so salty, so savory… Caustic couldn't even try to fight it… Not even as the Beasts' hips lowered, imitated by the other.

By the one currently prodding and penetrating his vulva, leaving it burning and searing and scratching and hitting.

It was a ceaseless assault, worse as it shook Caustic, penetrating him and holding him tight between two brutes. Two bestial needs that were competing to get access to his hole first, to have more than their median rings firmly lodged inside.

There was something else, something that constantly hit the barrier, the limits of the lips… Of the labia. Something large, massive, bloated with blood and needs.

Something that was knocking at their entrances, Newcastle and Caustic's. And Caustic, unable to see anything due to the hips gyrating and being on the way, assumed Newcastle was at their mercy, too.

A status that culminated as the huffed groans and cries were growing ecstatic… As the hand holding Caustic's wrists clenched at a pace that grew insistent, portending, dangerous. That hand could still break bones. And yet, there was a limitation, a restriction the old Soldier maintained.

One restriction that was wearing off quickly, however, as the applied strength grew and grew…

As Caustic couldn't contain the pain that swallowed his arm when he felt the crack. But just as soon, that pain mellowed, it was eased, erased to numbness by the hormonal cocktail that was coursing through his veins.

One that would continue its charge as he felt the Prowler thrusting and hitting. Despite the tenting, despite the walls being already wide open and the entrance welcomed… no… Caustic still saw and felt that Prowler wanted something more. Nevertheless, the battering ram hitting the cervix was something… Something Caustic knew would lead to something grave and definitive.

Something that was happening as he felt Newcastle's grip harden… And then… Become like steel. He was even pulling on Caustic's arm until the broken wrist was forced open… And instead, fingers coiled with fingers, holding them tight in a sort of interlocking fashion.

Sentimentality.

Caustic didn't know why someone would give in to such a sensation. But he could guess. He could imagine it. He could almost feel it as another hit shook his entire body, from the lower end of his spine to his brain. But it was only something he could relate to rationally.

Not something he could experience, truly, convey, or embrace with feelings.

Or so it was until the moment the hits on the cervix grew with an intensity. Similar to the Prowler's whose cock was almost lodged inside Caustic's throat. The trickle of air, barely a rivulet, avoiding the choking, could also be a reason for this.

But as that knot was once more battering the entrance… And that cervix hit. Something happened. Something opened. Something yielded. Something broke.

Something… And the Knot was no longer knocking at the entrance. It was… Through.

The Vulva's entrance irradiated with that burning sensation of muscles pulled and forced out of their way. Similarly to the lips.

But followed by something different, as Caustic was embraced. Warmth. One that birthed from his battered lower reaches. But one that was, no different than the ejaculation within his vulva, inundating everything. It coursed through his veins, bringing along peace and satisfaction.

More… Fulfillment.

It was fulfillment at its utmost. It was purpose. It was… True joy.

Something that would separate the idiots from the illuminated. Something that shifted a paradigm in ways that could not be conceived before. It was… the jump to the abyss. The test of faith.

And Caustic's battered will and mind were teetering on the edge, at the limit. One step and everything would not be the same.

Something deeply bestial and primal was at work in his brain, keeping and tugging him back to the land.

But then… He stepped. He jumped. He dived.

Caustic's face contorted in pure satisfaction as the hormonal cocktail present in the Prowler's semen was fully passing through his veins. So many changes, he couldn't keep up even in his normal state. Not even in his current state.

Choking on that knot, locking his jaw painfully open, his abdomen visibly bulging from all the semen still pumped inside… No, the Scientist was incapable of interpreting all the changes happening to him.

And so… As the hand remained open, as the fingers still partially answered his command… He tightened his fingers around Newcastle, sharing with him that moment of utter change and joy. That… Impregnation.

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“We could have kept them in the lab."

“And condemn them to jail? Are you so heartless?"

“I am not. I am offering the most efficient and pragmatic solution. You can refute it. But you know I am right," said Caustic, sighing and removing his mask.

“No. I don't."

“Because you are a stupid sol-Grlgl."

“They, too, have their opinion!"

Still, Caustic was not answering. Not when one of the Prowler's tongues was happily delving within Caustic's throat, making it bulge obscenely. The Scientist might show a tough front. But Newcastle knew that Buster was in love. Much like him. Perhaps less… Less intense.

Nevertheless, as satisfied when that thick Prowler tongue lashed out, releasing whatever drugs they could produce.

It kept them high, but also unable to feel the pain as their bodies were changing and stretching. After all, it had been a long first time. One in which they were lost, but assumed they had been fucked by the whole pack.

A moment of awkwardness remained between the two… Especially with Caustic acting up like the cold and collected bastard that he was.

“Enjoying yourself with Hemlock?" asked Newcastle.

Still sitting on the chair they brought here, he glanced at the hectares of land they bought for the purpose of “studying the Prowlers" and “exploiting" them. It was something nobody minded, on that little island far from King's Canyon, but quite similar.

The place was isolated, without any cameras… And it had the right temperature for them to stroll naked… To enjoy the moment, much like when Newcastle stroked his dripping orifice, finding the mix of cum and juice sticky to the fingers… But quite delicious as he continued to plunge his fingers inside the honey pot.

Meanwhile, Caustic was outraged. But he always acted so whenever he returned from one of his little runs.

“I- No. I do not enjoy myself," he said, scoffing. Just like expected. “I see everything is fine. I will leave."

“Are you sure?" asked Newcastle, acting like a king, on his reclining chair, his sides bolstered by many cushions. They helped a lot with the pain… As much as the cream they used for the stretched belly skin.

Newcastle even lifted one hand towards Caustic, noting how the man was posing… And trying to control the gaze that would undoubtedly go on Newcastle's oozing cunt. Then up to those swollen and aching breasts, to the enlarged aureola and the erect nubs.

Then back to the hand, the same one that broke Caustic's wrist a bit before.

“The boys might miss you. And they are very excited to knot us," continued Newcastle, smiling.

“I can venture a guess this is the hormones talking."

“Hmm hmm. Maybe you prefer if they force themselves on you. To fuck you like… What did you say? To “Fuck us like whores"?"

Caustic's face hardened, and he clenched his fists. But the fluster, the tension… And the quick breath was loud enough.

“I can adapt my schedule," relented Caustic. He acted like he hadn't experienced the same thing as Newcastle. As if they hadn't been left bare and battered, bawling out and crying from the sheer joy of being impregnated. As if they hadn't shared a kiss, savoring each other's sampled semen. As if they were not similar when Caustic stripped bare, exposing his plump tits, full with milk, and round belly.

The difference was that Newcastle hadn't been ashamed of his newfound love and desire. Enough that he was the only one bearing a tattoo of a Prowler's paw on his belly. Yet.

Yet, the constant eyeing from the stoic Scientist was not lost on Newcastle. And as Newcastle stood up, he witnessed the lustful and hungry gaze from Caustic towards his plump and bite-marked breasts.

It could only be envy or jealousy. Whatever it was, it drove the Scientist to follow Newcastle as they left the tiny fisher house they had built and walked towards the large cavern that was used by the pack of Prowlers.

As soon as they entered it, the Creatures perked up and advanced. They growled at first, but as soon as their noses caught the scent of Caustic and Newcastle, they didn't growl any further…

They circled, sniffed, and inhaled the aroma of Newcastle, appreciating his regularity. And Caustic's, the oddity. Two presences that were lying down on the mattresses. Newcastle was the first to spread his legs, and to welcome the Alpha in between, feeling already excited for another breeding for that day… Enjoying the kiss of that tongue slurping and licking his vulva, making it clench and release another fat droplet of cum onto the Alpha's tongue… As much as his juice.

“Ahh… Nothing can beat that. It's like cracking a cold one in summer."

“Probably due to the hormones. I checked with a fellow scientist and provided him sam-“

“Short, please. I'm trying to enjoy my moment," grunted Newcastle, leaning back and throwing his head back. And it seemed that was an invitation enough for another Prowler to approach and offer him his genitals.

Wide… Heavy. Flared. Just the type that got Newcastle excited as he inhaled the reptilian Aroma, salivated, and began to suckle on the offered tip.

Nevertheless, Caustic continued with his explanation.

He was going on and on about how their bodies were changed. How dangerous it had been to enjoy the presence of such beasts. Worse, it would be impossible to get back, even with hormonal supplements.

All that, Newcastle got it but purposefully ignored it as he swallowed the luscious precum that was offered, and then the tasty cum provided by the Prowler.

By then, the Alpha's tongue had been happily delving within his reaches and stolen two or three quivers, barely a mind-shattering orgasm like their first day. Yet.

“Are you listening to me?" butted in Caustic, exhaling loudly… And moaning the same, as another Prowler was licking his vulva, sampling the tight and untouched orifice at the moment. It wouldn't be taking long for Caustic to moan and spray and tighten his grip, all for the pack.

“I am. But why would you bother with all that when we have this?" asked Newcastle, turning his head to grip Caustic by the nape. He grabbed him, and soon… Their lips pressed. Their tongue coiled. Saliva from both sides was exchanged. But in the middle? That fresh Prowler cum, one so warm and hot. One so intense, Caustic moaned from the sample. And trembled, shaken by another orgasm.

One that continued as Newcastle helped Caustic to lie down, maintaining the kiss until Newcastle was above, forcing the kiss together and only stopping to let the Scientist catch his breath.

“This is no argument," grunted Caustic, though his fingers were rushing against Newcastle's body, against that taut belly full with kicking life… And those plump breasts, squeezing the nipples to extract a few droplets of milk on them.

Around, the Prowlers were getting excited, surely smelling the two “females" they had in front of them.

They snarled, grunted… And they went so close, their shafts sometimes brushed with Caustic or Newcastle. And sure enough, the sticky precum was soon to cover their entire bodies.

The kiss continued, though… With Newcastle pinching Caustic's nipples, then guiding one of those plump breasts to one of the youngest Prowlers, almost a pup. One that happily latched onto the large nub to suckle on it… And perhaps nibble, as his teeth were nudging the swollen and profuse flesh.

“I have… Work to do outside. To solve my problems," grunted and coughed Caustic, turning his head away as another pup joined in, forcing Newcastle away. But with the two beasts suckling on his breasts and another licking his cunt, Caustic was… A quivering and orgasming mess. He strained against it… But he was enjoying it nonetheless.

Much like how Newcastle started to moan when one of the pup joined in, and even pressed his “tits" with his paws to squeeze out more semen.

Once, Caustic explained they were smarter than most beasts. Now? Newcastle agreed with that idea.

Agreeing entirely when he was gripping an offered cock, listening to Caustic's babbling while a male was already at his entrance. And one minute later, Caustic was back to moan and quiver, almost to be silenced by another cock he suckled on.

He, too, was addicted to it. Hooked on those big males that were milking orgasms out of them. And not only.

Their cum, their precum, even their saliva… It had something so tasty, Newcastle couldn't tire of it as he was nudged and forced to move. The pups whined, but Newcastle knew what to do as he watched the Alpha roll on his backside.

And though his legs were trembling, Newcastle was… Standing up.

“Wh… Where are you going?" asked Caustic, spitting out the shaft he'd been sucking on.

“You can see," said Newcastle, cocky and happy to see Caustic being so lost, confused… So… Lost in the situation, even though he could see Newcastle approaching the Alpha and squatting above it. Hands on his wide hips, he entirely exposed his plump, hairy cheeks… And the donuthole that had started to form there. He showed the wrinkled donut, the swollen flesh, the slight opening… And then, as he turned away, Newcastle presented his swollen vulva as he sat… Sat and impaled himself on the Alpha's flared cock.

“You should try taking it in the back, Alexander," chuckled and huffed Newcastle until he was… Down… And forced to drop on the Alpha's chest, those dangerous mittens on either side of his head.

But the Alpha was not about to bite or wound him. Truth was, the Alpha was even licking Newcastle's bald head when another Prowler approached, his shaft forward and approaching Newcastle's vulva, approaching the cleaned up entrance…

And far from refusing, Newcastle opened his legs wider and ran one digit along his labia, pulling on them to reveal the cratered and ruined cunt. No man could satisfy him… As such as that flared tip digging inside… As those knots knocking at his back and front door…

And with one thrust, one mere push needed on either side, with one action… Newcastle felt his two orifices knotted and locked once more, bringing him closer to another orgasm.

Another contraction shook his entire body, locking it in place as his inner walls clenched and squirt doused the Prowlers' genitals, their slits…

And Newcastle threw his head back, welcoming the tongue licking his face… And worming its way between his lips, past his uvula, down his throat.

He was theirs… He was with his Alpha and pack. And from what he heard from Caustic, it would only be a matter of hours before he would never dare to leave them again.