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Another late, sleepless night. Alistair panted as he darted back. The tall, white furred Wolf stared at the heavy bag before him before darting in. Fist flashed out and thudded into the bag with a resounding set of thuds. Back out again, footwork light as he almost danced around the swaying bag.

It wasn't the first time he'd been out here in the last few weeks. So many times he'd woken up in the middle of the night with a gasp. Body thrumming somewhere between arousal and panic. Some sensation he couldn't begin to describe or dare to think about. Yet there it was, just humming through him. Leaving his mind racing and body on edge.

He'd been like this ever since that night. A few months back, he'd gone to see his then-girlfriend. Only to have her double cross him to a kangaroo buck named Callum. While she had been the one to talk him into bondage, it had been Callum that had fucked her in front of him. Then used his boys to drag Alistair off to another building. There they'd use some of Alistair's family tech to swap his cock with Sarah's pussy. It had taken time, as it always did. Didn't stop Callum and his boys, the Pred-Breakers, from strapping Alistair down and...

He snarled as the thoughts flushed through him. A strange mix of shame, anger, and... Excitement surged up his spine. He ground his teeth and dove back in, pounding the bag with a flurry of blows.

"Whoa! Tests getting that rough?" A voice he didn't know. Alistair leaned back with a pant and looked, ears perking as he saw a Doberman. Felt vaguely familiar, Dan maybe? Darryl? They were about the same age, but that didn't narrow things down too much. There were literally thousands of students at the university at any given time. All spread out over frat houses, dorms, apartments, and more.

Alistair tried a little laugh, "Nah, couldn't sleep and didn't want to bother my roomie. He's been giving me the side-eye when he wakes up and I'm on the couch. Not saying anything, just the," he leaned back and did his best to imitate Travis' look. Not that he could copy the stallion’s bombastic side-eye.

A snorted laugh and grin, "Oh I know how that is, got this ram roomie." He tried to pull a face that had to be something disapproving and ovine. "Just like this all the time." He gave Alistair a slow look up and down. A hungry glint in his eyes that the wolf knew well. "Just wrapping up or getting warmed up?"

Ears twitched, Have I hooked up with him, or is he new? Fuck, can't begin to think about that right now. The last while had been... Tumultuous for him. Breaking up with Sarah was natural after what she'd done to him. Yet something lingered in his mind. Some need within his body kept him up at odd hours. Drove him out to bars, the gym, clubs, and more. All for little hookups with people he might see that one time. He tried to focus on the heavy bag, but the doberman's look burned into his back. He could feel it as it burned into him. Made his body spark, wake up, and sheath swell within his shorts. Teeth ground as he fought with himself. The way that... dog was looking at him? Guy had to be a top. He was about as subtle as a bat to the knee. Still though, Alistair noticed he was swinging his hips a bit more. Almost subconsciously offering it. His sheath twitched and body ached. Fine, he snarled to himself.

"I was just about to hit the showers," he offered a little smirk.

Getting to the showers was a blur. Hands, lips, tongue, panted breaths, and the warmth of a guy against him. Alistair found himself with hands against the wall, stripped bare, and legs spread. The Doberman (seriously, was his name Dave? Dirk?) had his hands on the wolf's ass, spreading his cheeks open. Alistair whined as the male dug in. Tongue bathing his backdoor with a quick lick. His thoughts faded to just lust as he pushed his hips back with a pant. Then a needy grumble rolled up his throat. Cock twitched inside his sheath and began to swell. Even the brush of his own fur and flesh against his tip was enough to make the wolf's head hang. He'd been overly sensitive ever since that night. The corpos said that it was fine, that it was all in his head. Yet all it took was a light brush to almost set him off.

A playful slap to his rear brought him back. "Someone's eager," came the pant. Breath on his neck, hands on his hips, and cock probing his ass. However long the Doberman had been rimming him had been too long, and not long enough. His rear clenched, tensed against the gentle probe, but relaxed as the other male pushed in with a huff. Hard cock spreading him open, sheath sliding back until the Doberman was inside him. "Fuck that feels great!" his partner breathed. Kneading the wolf's hips and thighs, pulling him back into the thrust.

Alistair gladly shifted his stance. Feet sliding on the tiled floor as he pushed back into his partner. The dog let out a playful growl and began to thrust. "Yeah, you love it, don't you?" Faster, harder. Hips clapped off his ass as the dog almost danced behind him. Shifting from foot to foot. Lean, athletic body pounding against his backside. Rapid, eager thrusts pumped his backside as that cock dove so deep. Balls clapping off his own as the male whined and arched into him.

No. No he didn't love it.

He should, really he should be enjoying it. Everything about this was hitting the right spots. At least on paper. He could feel excitement welling up in him. The way his own sheath bulged. How precum spilled from his tip onto the shower floor. The pleasurable buzz of the cock grinding on his prostate. The dirty talk, the ferocity and eagerness. It was all there.

Yet something was unfulfilled in him. Even as a hand wrapped around him and grabbed his cock. Pumping him quickly, driving whines from the wolf and needy gasps. The feel of his knot swelling, getting pulled. Empty praises of, 'What a fat fucking knot you've got. Can't wait for my turn on it!" and a tongue on his neck. Teeth brushing his shoulder. It was all right, but somehow wrong.

Alistair groaned and jerked his hips. Balls heaving as he unleashed his disappointed climax against the wall. Thrusts came faster, harder. His partner groaned into his shoulder and pulled tight. Knot outside of the wolf's rear, but tucked tight between cheeks. He felt it throb. Felt the pulse in his rear as his partner came, unprotected into his ass. Eager, pleased pants blasted his shoulder as the Doberman rocked into him. Praising him with little exclamations.

If it' s all right, then why does it feel so... Lacking?

Alistair put on a smile, turned his head to embrace the Doberman in a kiss. Tongues battling each other. It wasn't his fault. With any one else, he'd probably get so much praise and attention. The wolf was just... He couldn't describe it.

They shared a shower together. Cleaned up. Alistair even pinned him against a wall and had him howling for more. He could barely remember it, it barely registered on his senses as something that happened. Just as casual as walking to class and seeing an interesting leaf. Ah, the dog was tight, that was fun. It hit with the same impact as seeing a nice rock.

Another shower. For real this time, getting fully cleaned up. The Doberman gave him his number, texted him, and asked for more later with a smile. Alistair might have promised, or had he made some noncommittal thing. He did remember looking at his phone and making a comment on the time. Huh, Zachary. I was way off. Where did I get Dan from?

Alistair was in a bit of a fog as he walked back to the dorm. It was still early, or late, depending on who you asked. Most of the lights were off. A few dorms had life in them. People gaming, sleeping with the TV on, fucking, and more.

Puff of smoke, or was it vapor? A tiger stood outside a building, a smile on his lips. Hunger in his eyes. All it took was that look and they were around the building. Alistair kneeling, barbs against his tongue, warm hand on his head as the tiger muttered something. Warm cock pulsing, eager, ready. Nails dug at his hips, his side, ran under his shirt. The tiger growled something and Alistair remembered muttering something back.

Tongue bathed his lips, a gasp of encouragement, and nails dug into his shoulder as the wolf pinned that cute otter to the wall. She whined and arched, whispering something into his ear, sealing it with a kiss and lick. Her pussy lips stretched against his knot and she squeaked. Legs clamping against his side, demanding he knot-fuck her even as she tried to lock him in. Tongue rolling as she rode the euphoric high of her peak.

A giggle, a laugh, then an eager snort and moan. Alistair’s fingers dug into a plump, but muscled, backside. The boar under him gasped, panting, squealing into his hand. Another male behind him, the boar’s cousin? Friend? He was just as eager as the one under the wolf. Panting, grunting, snorting into the wolf’s neck. Bodies crashing. Two porcines chasing pleasure, and the wolf chasing... he didn’t know what. He couldn’t name what it was he was missing.

Just that he kept finding disappointment.

His dorm was quiet. Travis was still on farm time. The stallion snorting quietly in his room. Alistair quietly set his gym bag near the door and went into his own bedroom. A quick shower. Rub down with scent killing wipes. Then on to bed. Making sure the door was shut tight behind himself.

He wasn't tired, he knew that much. Rather, he was tired, but he knew he wouldn't get to bed. He was still antsy, edgy. Something just not wanting to get settled down. So he stripped down to his bare fur and looked at himself in the mirror.

Tall, fit, stark white fur all over his body. He was handsome and he knew it. Fingers trailed over his body and went down to his sheath. Shivering as he teased his opening. Tip of his cock already starting to peek out as soon as his fingers brushed it. A little more touching made his cock rise, pressing out against his fingers. How many orgasms? Oh he had lost count and he was still ready for more. Balls twitched, having that low ache of needing to be drained, but also the signal that they might need more recharge. It was... weird, strange. This feeling almost unknowable, unmentionable. Need thrummed up and down his spine, desire mixed with shame and anger. He was utterly spent and yet wound up.

Yet he slipped back into his bed and kept toying. Not a full grab and jerk as he usually did. No, he kept stroking the tip. It was sensitive, tender, almost like a clit. Really, biologically, it was. Yet something about the nerves and the way he was feeling made it different.

Out came his phone. Some videos would distract him. He had a few tabs open to some of his favorites. Attention drawn to the screen as low moans and the sights of people getting right to it filled his ears. A touch sent the display to his implants, phone going silent as a window opened in the corner of his vision. The audio piped right into his head as the video of the orgy began to play. Large room, women laying about, guys going at them. All while the camera slowly moved around the groups.

Still, his fingers teased his tip. Toying and rubbing over it slowly. Petting in slow circles, teasing his sheath, making his hips squirm.

Ears perked as he watched the video. Some goat girl bent over a bench, tail raised, bleating and squirming. Her breasts swaying under her, hooked up to some machine. A billy came up behind her, balls hanging low. He grunted, grabbed her hips, and all but made her scream. Alistair's gut clenched as his ears filled with the sound of grunting, the heavy impact of flesh on flesh, her chants to breed her. Fingers flew faster, rubbing around his tip, petting his sheath and massaging it. Eyes locked as the goat finished, pulled out, and the camera rushed to catch the gush of cum pouring from her.

Something inside Alistair clenched, trembled, and longed for that. His eyes widened slowly as another male came up behind the woman. Barely giving her time to wink once before his cock was pounding into her freshly seeded pussy. "Gonna give her a roulette!" someone announced with a laugh. The next male slapped her ass and made her squeal, but she just held onto her stance. Ears back, hips driving into him, accepting every push until he finished.

“Bets on who the father is!” names on a white board. Another guy, the third one came up, Alistair's body arched. Balls trembled as he watched the woman dripping. Cum drooling from her. The talk of breeding her and turning her into nothing more than a pregnant beast. He bit his lip and shuddered. Pushing into his hand as he came. Cock twitched in against his touch. Cum blasted his chest, shot up to strike his muzzle, and even came down on his pillow with soft, wet thumps. Still his fingers kept going, kept trying to coax more out of himself. Watching with rapt attention as another guy and another took her.

Yet he felt... empty? Disappointed? Antsy? Body still hummed with need even as pain began to well up. "Gonna rub myself raw at this rate," he growled under his breath. No way his cock could keep up with this need.

Ears twitched. No way his cock could keep up.

Thoughts began to dance through his head. A guy could only go so many times before he was done. A woman, or rather a pussy, could go more and more. He had to admit, that had been fun when he'd been at that anti-pred event. Well, not fun. Enjoyable? Pleasurable? Orgasming over and over until he thought something was going to break? Just thinking about it has his fingers dancing over his tip again.

The wolf winced, cock still too tender to keep that up. He pried his hand away and rolled onto his side. Ignoring the cum on his body for now.

His mind danced back, racing around, refusing to sit still long enough to let him rest. He kept thinking about the Reciprocate. A mod/app that let you swap genitals with your partner. He'd done it with Sarah. She grew a wolf cock and balls, he got a ewe pussy. Well, he got more than that. She'd gotten into the upper levels of the app and even had his body synthesize up a womb, ovaries, and then put him into heat. And then Callum and a half dozen guys had done to him what those studs did to that donkey. They'd fucked him. They'd tried to breed him. That need, that drive, that was still tingling through him.

He'd avoided pregnancy last time. Everything was set to make it happen. Sarah had set it up so his body was releasing eggs. Fertile, viable eggs. More than one guy had cum in him, but in that moment, Travis had been the freshest. The app had made sure that they'd be compatible at the very least. It had taken a trip to a SYN-thetics office and some of their biotech crew to set him back to normal.

So why didn't he feel like he used to?

With a sigh, he opened the app up. The lead tech had promised to update him if they found anything, maybe there was a message waiting on him. Some fix to why he was feeling like this. How his body was still so needy, so driven.

Nothing.

Alistair sighed and found his gaze wandering to the Products page. Ears twitched as he lay back. Taking a long moment before he opened the page. Just curious, just wanting to examine.

There was the usual slew of enhancements. Bigger penis, more productive balls, fertility control, so on and so forth. He was idly scrolling down when something caught his eye. "Simulated Vagina," he muttered and looked over it. Fully compatible with the app suite he had. Eyes flicked over the page, "Before, we could only swap parts with someone else with compatible apps and implants." Alistair's eyes darted over the words, "New advances have allowed us to present fully customization, and programmable, private parts. While this has allowed great leaps in our prosthetics department, it has also allowed other advances should someone wish to indulge themselves."

His fingers opened the page almost before he could think about it. There was a range of colors, fur types, even species on offer. Alistair felt himself mutter, "Mares always look so tasty, don't they?" He blinked, shook his head, then looked down. Imagining himself with a nice, plump pussy, a big fat clit that just started to... He shook his head again and kept scrolling.

Right there, Canine/Lupine/Vulpine model. A spade. Nice, fat spade that began to animate as his finger hovered there. Growing thicker, heavier, swelling with excitement. Getting to the point where it almost trembled, shivered, something glistening on the insides of that Y opening of its. How would that feel? Some voice whispered in his head. Just rubbing your sheath tip is enough to make you squirm. How would that feel as it gets worked up? Getting thicker, heavier, pressing against pants and underwear. Unable to keep from rubbing on it as you walk around.

Alistair almost threw his phone away. It thumped onto the other side of his bed as he threw himself onto his side. Letting out a breath and gathering up his blankets. He needed sleep. That's what he needed right now. Gathering up pillows, he crammed them under his head and shut his eyes tight.

No sooner did he close his eyes than his mind began to race again. Comparing and contrasting. Adding the sensation from weeks ago. Of what it felt like to have Sarah's borrowed pussy. To be spread open around a guy, having them pound so deep. What would it look like with a spade? To have that swollen so large. Stretched out around a guy as they pound away. To feel them push deeper. Harder. Pounding against his backside as their hands desperately clung to his thighs. To feel their breath on his neck as they pulled him back like some wild animal.

He lunged for his phone. Scrambling around in the dark for it before coming up. The screen almost blinding as he opened the page back up. "Wolf," he muttered under his breath, "pink flesh... No not that pink." Sliders danced under his finger as he laid out some specifications. Adding in his height and size, then picking Average size from a list. No need to go overboard.

Then he froze. Eyes lingering on the page. A question waited for him, "Do you wish for the full Pregnancy Package as well? Special offer for this add on, only for an introductory period. Act now!"

No, it had been too close of a call before. It was one thing to get himself one of these. See what it felt like. It'd be entirely different thing to get one that actually worked all the way. He shook his head and hit pass on it. Simple page next, listing off what he wanted. Just to verify before he hit that order button. "All selections are final. Product cannot be upgraded or altered once the order has been accepted." Alistair felt a bead of sweat running down his back as he stared at those words.

It really had been too close of a call last time. It had only been hours between them taking over the controls, dumping a load of Travis’ cum in him, then the techs getting access back. His implants did their work, but it hadn’t made it easier on his body. The chills, aching, and now this? This lingering... whatever that just infuriated him? No. He would just order the spade, play around with it, and work out whatever was going wrong with him.

Alistair hit back on the browser. Why not? Didn’t want to buy it twice if he didn’t have to. Not like it could hurt him. Right?

...Right?

---

It was a very long three to five business days. Alistair was more than a little frazzled. Enough so that even Travis noticed. He'd brushed his friend off with a laugh and half-assed explanation. Something about tests or not sleeping well. He couldn't really remember. Then, it came. His box was delivered. Travis sent a text, "You've got something, putting it on your bed."

It was a very long day at college then. Fucking impossible to focus on classes. He fought himself though, muscling forward and resisting the urge to just flee to the dorm room. End of his classes couldn't come fast enough. When they did, he was off like a shot. He liked to jog or wind sprint everywhere if he could. Not it was full on running. The pounding of shoes on the pavement matching the frantic beat of his heart. He bust into his dorm building, all but flew up the stairs, and burst into his room.

Twin whinnies of surprise. Travis jerked a blanket over as his mare friend scrambled to cover herself. "Sorry," he blurted, hand snapping up to shield his eye. "Just needed to change real quick, I'll be gone in a couple minutes."

Any other day he might tease, offer to join in. Today? Oh today his mind was on that box. Should really slow down, calm down, and think of something else. Just leave it alone a day or two. Let Travis have his fun with her, and you go can go blow off steam. No one has to know that you bought... _ that. _ Some little voice in his head told him. He told it to shut up, went into his room, and quickly stripped down. He'd get changed into something for socializing, but first, his eyes locked onto that plain brown box.

Inside was a rather simple cylinder. Either end capped with plain metal and a rather plain interface. He turned it around and mused, "Huh, would have thought it'd have more in there." He turned it around and spotted a code on the bottom. All it took was a blink to link the device up to his own implants and apps. "Ooh," he mused under his breath, "It's all encoded. Right. Makes sense." He watched as the progress bar within his vision began to fill and flicker. Synchronizing. Updating. Registering. Nerves rattled through him, but he forced himself to put the tube down and start getting changed. He was a guy! He loved his cock and the feel of it in someone. A nice, hot hole or eager mouth wrapped around him? His knot buried deep into someone that was just begging for him to blow? Oh it was great.

A chime, "Do you wish to swap to Spade1?" A quick yes then progress bar. "Warning, do not move farther than 10m from Spade1 container while transfer in progress." Followed by a timer that began to tick down.

Alistair glanced down and watched as his sheath twitched, then began to shrink slowly. If this was anything like how it was with Sarah, it'd be an hour, maybe two, before it fully changed.

Ears perked as the progress bar moved along at a rather quick pace. Heart raced as he watched his sheath shrink back down his body. Sac pulling up against him. The fine, soft fur around his privates began to change as well. Thinning out, growing a little shorter, finer. He reached down to feel and gasped as pleasure shook through him. It was entirely different from when he played with himself. Somehow softer and more intense at the same time. He bit his lip and held back a whine, keenly aware of the two in the other room. Yet…

An ear twitched. He could hear little giggles and soft grunts from the other room. Some whispers, low muttering, then the unmistakable sound of hooves trying to be quiet. Travis was a big guy and wasn’t exactly stealthy.

The sound of a door shutting made Alistair’s ear twitch. Fingers sliding around his spade as it began to reform. He held his breath, trying to keep quiet just in case. He didn’t want anyone finding out about this. Travis might not care, but it would be… embarrassing after the last incident with him using this tech. Fur bristled as he shivered again. Feeling that soft flesh, the supple change that rippled through him.

Within a couple minutes, his sheath was tucked away neatly inside that tube, floating there. His sac had reshaped itself into something more… well, like a spade. Triangular, flesh parting with a Y that eagerly opened as his fingered explored it. A low, eager pant breaking from him at the utterly unique sensation. Fuck, this is even better than Sarah’s cunt.

It was hard to explain just what made it better. Maybe it was the fact that it was a firmly lupine pussy on his body. Maybe it was… whatever was going on with him. He couldn’t really think about it too much. Eyes darted to the tube. Breathing out a low huff as his fingers dipped into his spade. A shiver of arousal coursed up through him. The sheath twitched, tip starting to poke out. Hold on, is it connected? A quick glance and thought showed that the app was connected. Pleasure sharing was checked.

A lower grunt, a giggle, both muffled through the wall. Some more noises, low, breathy, so quiet that Alistair had to hold his own breath to even be sure he heard them. Then a heavy thud, headboard knocking lightly on the wall as springs squeaked. All this followed by a decidedly low moan.

I should go, I really should go…

The unmistakable sound of a cock smacking off a pussy. Thick, meaty, and heavy, followed by a delighted moan and muttering. “What about Alistair?” the voice was low, he wouldn’t have heard if it he hadn’t been holding onto his breath.

“Want me to invite him?” the lower rumble, followed by a gasp and soft sucking noises. The walls really were paper thin. A snort, a grunt, “He’ll be gone in a minute. Been out at the gym a lot.”

The gym would be good, or a bar… Alistair stood up, walked to his door, and stopped when he realized that he was utterly naked. That and the way his thighs rubbed against that hanging spade? Oh it made him shiver. He paused, looked at his clothing, then at the cylinder. The rest of his own cock tip poking out of that white sheath made him still, chewing on his lip.

Door opened. Shut with just enough of a bang. Not angry, but the type of slam that’d ensure it closed. He held his breath and eased back towards the bed. “There he goes, now… bout them titties?” A playful noise and a squeal from the mare. What am I doing? Nerves crept up and down his back as Alistair opened the tube and pulled his own cock out. He crawled carefully onto the bed, ear craning towards the wall as the equines began to get to work. Slow, soft moans and creaking.

Alistair sank onto hands and knees. Excitement starting to build. No harm in testing on myself, is there? He found himself easing forward, awkwardly reaching back behind himself. It was strange, having to reach back and down to line the sheath up with himself. He wasn’t used to toys, hadn’t really liked anything like that going in him. Yet, as the tip brushed his spade, he had to bite his lip to hold back the moan. Double sensations flashed through him. Keenly feeling a warm, flush spade against his tip, but also the entirely new feeling of a tip gliding between his new folds.

“I can’t wait,” Camille breathed, “Cram it in!” A low, breathy squeal, Alistair could imagine her throwing her head back. Grabbing the headboard as Travis pushed in. His own tail arched up, thighs quaking with nervous energy as he pushed in. Feeling the double sensation of being penetrated and penetrating.

He’d done this with Sarah. Sharing the pleasure and sensations, but it had always felt a little disconnected, a little off. Now? He had to grab his own mouth to keep from crying out. Hand clenched around his muzzle, little whimpering grunts breaking free. Warmth spread around him as he felt stuffed in a way he couldn’t have known he needed.

A low grunt, a slick sound he could just make out, a pair of gasps, and then the firm thud of a headboard off the wall.

One hand on his muzzle, the other cradling his own balls. Alistair pushed the disconnected cock into him. Starting to match the equines’ pace without thinking about it. Visions flashed through his head. Travis grabbing his hips. But he’s my bro, I joke about that, but… hips clapped off his. The steady, slick impact of flesh on flesh shook him. Muffled whines almost matching the mare’s eager pants. He bottomed out, balls clapping off his own thigh. Imagine how it’d feel for that stallion’s wrecking balls to smack off him.

Fucking fuck, why is this turning me on? He held back another whimper as his hips bumped and pushed. Insides quivering around his own cock. He could feel that cock twitching, throbbing. The steady pulse and swell as it pushed deeper into him. His hand pumping faster, not even thinking about it now.

A grunted, “Where?”

Followed by a frantic, “Inside!”

His hips bumped up and back. Oh fuck… barely noticing that the knot was swelling. Not until he felt the steady pull and tug at his spade. Flesh stretching, making him jump and grunt in surprise. His hand tightened around his own muzzle as teeth ground. Fuckfuckfuck! He felt panic rise then get slammed down by pleasure. The steady push and grind of knot against his own clit. Tip dug deep and pressed against his cervix, but the muscle was tight there.

A neighing grunt, a pleasured squeal, and a muffled gasp. Alistair’s eyes clenched tight and his body shuddered as his cock began to twitch and throb. Pumping cum deep inside of himself. Unrestrained pleasure surged up and down his spine. The wolf groaned, huffed, then began to whine low in his throat. Each pulse made his spine arch and hips hunch. Without thinking, he tried to pull his cock out of his own spade. The sharp tug made his head jerk and a yelp sound out.

“What was that?”

Panic rose through him. Fuckfuck _FUCK_! I can’t let them find me like this! Before he could think better or worse of it, Alistair rolled off the mattress and dove under his own bed. Hooves thundered on the floor, a pause, then his bedroom door burst open just as he squirmed under the frame. Hand on his muzzle, head spinning. Alistair panted, panic and pleasure crashing inside him. His spade clenching around his own throbbing knot. Feeling those life-like balls throbbing against his thigh. Shiiit, pleasure link is on and I’m tied?! Worse, his phone was up on his bed. He tried to connect to it, but the world was starting to sway and swirl around him.

A slower clopping of hooves. “Anything?”

Travis’ heavy stride around the bed. Alistair watching the feet move around. Eyes rolling, fluttering, both hands clamped around his muzzle. It felt like his stomach was starting to swell. That new spade was aching, clit tingling as his knot thrummed against it. He rolled onto his back, holding tight to his muzzle. Back bowing, lifting up, it felt like he was going to lose his goddamn mind!

“Huh,” hooves approached the bed. “Alistair must have left his phone running something.” The bed creaked, Travis leaned over and tapped. The program shut down and the wolf collapsed. The sexual bliss cutting by half. “Weird, he never leaves that,” he could imagine the big hoss shrugging it off. Heavy footfalls leading away from the bed. His door creaked and closed shut.

Too fucking close. No fucking way am I doing that again.

---

He barely waited for the next night.

Satchel slung over his shoulder, Alistair set the bits to swap slower this time. Maybe the quick change had set something off inside him. Made him more worked up than he should have been. Alistair already had a destination in mind. A bar, about a half hour walk from campus. Longer if he took the scenic route. Fairly popular hangout place, even on a weekday night. They had decent wings and roast crickets, plus cheap booze. Which the cheap booze and food was all college kids really needed. Better still, he never left the place without some sort of hookup ready.

Just the act of feeling it. Thinking on the changes that had to be happening. Oh, it was exciting in a way he couldn't describe. Swapping with Sarah had always been something unique. Playing around and joking as they synchronized. Little jokes as a wolf sheath grew on the ewe, or as a pussy appeared on him. Usually it'd be a nap or something before they were done. This? Oh he was alone with his thoughts and that extended countdown.

About a block from the bar, Alistair perked his ears. There was a crowd moving towards him. He took a step to the side and heard noises behind. More people. He grumbled and pressed himself towards a wall, glancing around and trying to look rather causal. His hips shifted slowly, biting his lip at the feel of things rearranging down there. It was slower this time. Fur bristling and pulling as his sheath steadily shrunk. Spade already twitching, tender and untouched by anyone else. It felt warm, pants tight as it grew. He opened his satchel and stole a look inside.

A shoulder bumped his, "Sorry!" the person called out as they moved past.

"It's alright," he said automatically. Dumb, stupid, shouldn’t be looking at it out here. Flipping the satchel closed and securing it. Fuck me, what if someone saw that? They wouldn't know what it is, couldn't know. Still, better keep it under wraps. He draped his arm around the pack casually and followed in the wake of the group.

As expected, the bar has a crowd. It wasn't packed, but wasn't abandoned either. Little knots and heaps of students formed around tables and booths. Alistair perked his ears and looked around. Mind racing as he began to look around for a potential hookup. Nerves fluttering in his stomach as he made his way to the bar. Who should I go for? That Dane could be fun, but he'd be huge, I bet. Maybe that bull? Nah, he was too quick to finish that one time. Perhaps that jaguar over there? Barbs could be interesting.

While he thought, he waved over the bartender. Only took the crow a second to swoop in, "Rum and coke," he said as he pulled himself onto a stool. Sitting down with a heavy huff.

And immediately regretted it.

He'd sat on his own balls before. Sometimes they shifted just right, or his pants pulled a certain way. Oh he’d even racked himself on an old couch before. Dropped right onto a wood beam that ran between the seats. That was painful and drove the breath from him. This was... Different? Not painful, but he was suddenly and keenly aware that he had a slightly different setup downstairs. The wolf cleared his throat and wiggled. It took a second to adjust. Spreading legs a bit more, pressing thighs to the seat, some squirming, but he got somewhat comfortable as the bartender returned with his drink.

Someone moved up beside him as the bartender moved away. A mouse feigned a, "Damn, always a second too late," as he leaned against the bar. Watching while the crow made drinks for a small group. Then, quieter so only Alistair could hear, "Very interesting thing in your bag there."

A spike of worry and something else. "My bag?" he asked with a bit too innocent of a tone. Trying his best to be nonchalant while lifting his drink.

"Mmhm, looks like a new SYN-Thetic device. Only got a little peek at it outside, but I'd say it's in use." He tilted his head, a slight smirk on his face. "As in it's swapping. Now, I wonder what it's swapping with." Now Alistair tried his best to get a better look at him. The mouse was, well, nondescript. He swore he'd seen a dozen other mice that looked like him. Shorter than Alistair by about a foot, gray fur, brown hair, and lean build. Absolutely ordinary.

Alistair was so caught up in trying to figure out if he knew the mouse, that he didn't notice the hand at the back of his pants. At least until the mouse's hand dove down the back of his jeans. Slender fingers whispering between denim and underwear. The wolf jolted, biting back a yelp of surprise, as fingers pressed right under his tail. Feeling out the shape of his still-growing spade with a quick brush. "Oh, well that's certainly interesting."

He was tempted to say something, but the crow was back. The mouse leaned forward to order something. Even as he placed his order, his fingers didn't stop. They ran across the spade slowly. Massaging it through the wolf's underwear. Alistair felt a surge of pleasure, a flutter in his gut. A whine rolled in his chest but didn't dare creep up into his throat. Muscles tightened, drawing the spade higher, almost presenting it, even as his tail twitched up. Those fingers pushed at his underwear, forcing them down. Not far. No, the rodent didn't need much space. Just a hole big enough to fit a finger in. Brushing the spade opening with a single digit.

"You know," the words shocked him back. Breath puffed against his ear as the vermin continued, "Last time I saw you, it was on your backside. I did have fun climbing on top of you as I dumped a load into that ewe cunt of yours. Now that you have this though, I wonder how different it'd feel." A second finger joined its brother. Spreading his spade open slowly. Insides clenched as they continued to form and reshape. Tensing around nothing even as the progress bar ticked up. "So what is it, Wolfie? Looking for a repeat of what Callum did to you? Or something more..." the fingers squeezed his swollen cunt. A third teasing the opening. "More refined."

He was staring to pant, pleasure rolling through him. "I don't want to have... That happen again."

"What? Tied down and fucked by random males all to humiliate you? Please, I'm nowhere near that oafish." The fingers kept working him. There was something in the way that the mouse was massaging him that made his thighs press together and squirm. He felt the stool wiggle under him. "Besides, I don't want what happened to that buck to happen to me. No, I want you to be willing, and..." the fingers spread him open and the third teased, almost penetrating but not quite; "eager."

Just fuck me already! He wanted to howl, ears flushing as the mouse stood so close to him. Even with the wolf perched up on the stool, he could imagine he male climbing up, ripping his pants down, and just fucking him right there. Forcing Alistair to balance against stool and bar top as his balls... Oh fuck his _ balls _! Memory clicked and came flooding back. Feet on his calves, hands on his hips, and an absolute unit of cum tanks smacking him. His gut clenched, churned. He growled, "What do you want?" trying to sound tough. Even he could hear the hint of whine in his grumble. Alistair twisted, putting a large hand on the mouse to shove him away. Only to have the fingers twist inside him just so. Fingers shook as lights flashed before his eyes. A low laugh breaking through the pleasure.

Lips brushed his ear, "I want you to come outside." The finger ran up the cleft of his spade. "I want you to kneel before me." It dipped deeper in and found his clit. "I want you to look up at me with those big, puppy eyes." It circled his clit, teased it with a quick stroke, then moved towards his entrance. "And I want you to suck my cock."

Like that, the mouse was gone. Hand slid right out of Alistair's jeans and he faded into the crowd. By the time the wolf managed to twist around, the mouse was out of sight. He growled to himself, tried to turn back to the bar and think. Nothing happened. He couldn't begin to form a thought right now. Ears twitched with the beating of his heart. Worse, his new space was twitching too. Pulsing in time with that frantic thudding in his chest. Alistair squirmed, whined, and looked at his drink.

Fuck him, no fucking way.

Alistair claimed his drink and began to walk the crowd. He saw a lion kind of lingering on his own near the door. The wolf smiled to himself as he looked the big cat over. Yeah, look at that lip curl. The way he’s holding himself. Dude needs to bust a nut pretty bad. Wonder if someone sprayed some heat scent around him. Though I’d heard some perfumes do that too. He made a casual line around the bar. Meandering, keeping his eye on the lion. It wouldn’t take much for him to…

Warning: Penis1 leaving proximity.

Cold fear poured down his spine. Alistair took a step aside and looked down into the pack. His phone, a couple books, but no tube. That fucking rodent! He abandoned his quest for cat and almost charged outside.

A shape waited for him in the alley, half-hidden from the street lights and buzz of the street. That mouse greeted him with a smirk, shoulders against the brick wall, hips arched forward slightly. "Under a minute. Less time than I would have thought, I was going to give you five minutes before you crawled out here." The mouse held up the cylinder with a smirk, “Good tech.”

"Yeah, well I was looking into using it tonight. If you don’t mind." Alistair tried to cover himself, grumbling as his ears folded back.

A laugh, a dismissive, "Oh I don’t mind at all.” He tossed it back with a smirk. Watching Alistair fumble with it, “Since I gave it back, how about a little thank you? I could’ve been halfway across campus by now. So why don’t you come over here and Kneel." He unzipped and pushed his underwear aside, a stiffening cock and massive balls fell out of his pants, "And start sucking."

"Don't even know your name," Alistair grumbled, but he moved forward. Eyes darting through the alleyway. The dirt, the grime, the standing water that always seemed to be in these places. It stunk, the smell assaulting his powerful nose. What am I doing, there's a dozen guys in there that I could get right now. Why the fuck am I out here with this vermin? This rodent? I should kick his ass and just leave. Yet his feet carried him over.

"You can call me Sir right now. Now kneel, and I'll show you things you can't begin to imagine." He met Alistair's eyes, "Or I can zip up, go inside, and you can find some other cunt that'll come sniffing up your cooch." There was something in his stare. That even, level look that made Alistair's insides flutter again. It wasn't the hard, sadistic glare of that kangaroo. It was cool, in control, steely even. His voice level, calm and completely in control.

Before he could even think twice about it, Alistair moved over and sank to his knees. "Good girl," a hand came to rest on his head. Massaging the inside of his ear like one might a favored canine. "Now take a whiff." The rubbing fingers pinched and pulled slightly. Drawing the wolf forward. Burying his nose against the mouse's member. Tucking it right between ball sac and the root of his cock.

Can't believe he's making me do this. Alistair's ears burned with embarrassment as he let out a snort. Nose twitching as the mouse smirked down at him. Maybe that snort was a mistake though, because it meant he breathed in that smell. Not terrible. The mouse was clean, just that aroma of having been out and about all day. There was something about it though. Something in that scent that made his insides tighten and new spade twitch.

Alistair licked without thinking. The taste was as intoxicating as the scent. He found himself moving slowly. Head lifting up just enough to fit the tip of the cock into his mouth. "Good bitch," the mouse huffed quietly and rubbed his head. Pushing ever so slightly to urge Alistair down. The wolf moved without much thought. Teeth grazing the length as his tongue cradled the underside. Fingers kneaded his head. Thumb massaging the base of his ear, tangling in his mane. A pull urged him forward.

Knee shuffled on the alley ground. Not caring about the dirt and grime there. He lifted his hands and pressed one to the male's thigh. "There you go, tastes good doesn't it?" Hips stirred as the wolf leaned in. He gave a slow thrust, testing the waters before licking his lip. "You really love what we did to you, don't you? Bet you want to be dominated, treated like the good wolf cunt you are." A smirk, "But with a more deft hand than Callum showed, huh?"

There was something in the words, the tone. Alistair felt his hips squirm. Embarrassment and a sexual thrill flashed through him. Every partner he'd tried being with was just out for the sex. Fuck and leave, maybe chat, maybe try something else. There had been some dirty talk, but it was the expected stuff. There was something in the way this rodent was talking to him that just hit buttons he didn't know he had right now. He let out a grumble, not a growl, jaws shaking around the cock.

Fingers tightened on his hair and pulled Alistair back. The mouse held up his phone. "Tell me you want it." A chime of a video being recorded. "Tell me the truth. That you, Alistair Synthrope, fully and willfully consent to submit to me." The cock bounced off his cheek, "Tell me how much you want to suck my cock."

Another grumble, ears folding back. "I want to suck your cock." It bounced off his muzzle again and the mouse gave him a Look. Something about it made his insides churn. "I, Alistair Synthrope, fully and willfully consent to submit to the Sir Mouse and his whims."

"We are establishing the Safeword of Circuit Board. Now give me access to your implants so it can be messaged if we go too far."

His implants? Last time he gave someone access to them, Sarah had tried to put him into heat. Had allowed Callum to fuck him, tie him up, abuse him, and degrade him in ways that he hadn't even thought of before. Now here he was, kneeling in the dirt and muck, cock slapping his cheek with dull thumps, and that vermin was giving him such a smug little look.

Access granted.

"Good bitch." Video ended with a chime. The mouse put his phone away as his contact synced with Alistair's implants. He caught the name Richie a split second before it changed to Lord and Mouster. "Now, access to that lovely little app of yours too?" He tucked the tip of his cock against Alistair's mouth. The wolf opened his maw and leaned in. A message popped up in the corner of his vision. Lord and Mouster is requesting Admin Access to Reciprocate. Nail scraped against denim as Alistair felt his body tense. Richie casually leaned forward and began to thrust. Driving his cock across the wolf's tongue, probing the back of his throat. He couldn’t, he really shouldn’t, it was getting too much already. This rodent was one of the people that had gleefully mounted him. The bastard had sprayed Travis! There was no way that he could...

Hips changed their pace and direction. Lights flashed before Alistair’s eyes as the male jarred him with harder thrusts. Fingers digging in ways that the wolf hadn’t expected.

Accept.

"Good." The praise made him wave his tail as the rodent leaned more over him. One hand on his head became two. Richie holding onto his head like he would a sex toy. Casually slamming his groin into Alistair's face. Balls bouncing off his chin, tip jabbing his throat with little gags. Menus flashed open and closed at the corner of his eye faster than he could process them. Not that they were even his full focus. His mind was whirling right now. Thighs squirmed, pressed together as precum spilled over his tongue. He'd never thought about how good just rubbing his own legs together could feel. Each squirm made his spade shift and slide. Lips grinding against each other. Sending little jolts of pleasure through him. His thighs began to feel warmer. Spade hotter as his excitement grew. What is happening to me? Such a stupid question. He knew what was going on, and he felt that sickened, perverse excitement about it.

A huff, a squeak, then warmth against his tongue. The mouse peaking faster than Alistair thought. He managed to gulp down a shot before Richie yanked back. One hand on Alistair's head, the other on his cock. The wolf saw the length before him, registered the twitch, the lift of the balls, then got caught full in the face with the next few shots. "Ahhh fuck yeah." Richie grinned down at the wolf and slapped his cock off the muzzle, shaking out the last dregs of his climax. "Well, that's a good start, but I've got fucking plans for you tonight. Hope you don't have anything else going on." Alistair rubbed his thighs together, feeling just how plump his spade was. He shook his head slowly, "Good." He zipped tucked away his cock and zipped up. "Get up then."

Richie lived in an apartment just off campus. Nothing spectacular. Clean enough, large enough, and ordinary enough. Looked like any number of show apartments from what Alistair saw as he was lead into the apartment. His nose twitched, picking up Richie's, increasingly familiar, scent. Other scents were there too. A mix of predator and prey, but it was hard to tell if they lived there. The mouse's scent was overwhelming. Especially since he hadn't let Alistair clean up any of that cum off his face. Sure, white cum on white fur made it hard to see, but he knew the thick globs on his face had to be obvious.

"Take off your clothes and lay back," Richie waved towards the couch. Alistair chewed on his bottom lip but did as he was asked. The mouse took his shoes and put them by the door, "Shoes here from now on. If you're in my apartment, you're going to be naked unless I say otherwise." The mouse took his satchel and began to hang it up. But not before pulling out that cylinder. Alistair’s cock hovering inside, “And I’m keeping this.” He said with a smirk. Strutting over to a shelf that he proudly put it on. Right alongside some sort of trophy and some action figure.

"Yes...sir," it felt weird to say, but Alistair figured he was in for a pound already. Plus that little smirk from the mouse made his insides twitch and clench.

Though not as much as when more windows flashed open at the edges of his vision. "You know, there's one problem with the SYN-thrope apps. You guys like to get great apps, but then leave backdoors. Someone's already got an open source version of half the apps. Since you gave me admin access and consent, I'll just do a little patching." Alistair started to say something, but Richie turned and held up a sleeve. A canine muzzle. "We're putting this on you. If you need to talk, send me a message. Muzzle." He held it out and gave Alistair a look.

Is this what I'm being reduced to? Obeying a guy who, a couple weeks ago, was happily fucking me while I was tied to a table? He bit his lip, hesitated a moment, but found himself leaning in.

Just so he could hear the, "Good," again as Richie fitted the muzzle into place over his snout. Fastening it behind his head. "Now finish undressing. I want to dump a load in that cunt of yours. Without a condom this time." Alistair shivered, but did as he was told. Watching as the mouse threw a towel onto the couch and pointed at it, "There."

Knees nearly gave out as he pulled his pants down. His spade was more swollen than he'd have thought. The pink flesh flushed and twitching. He stole a glance down and saw it had pulled back some. If he'd bent forward, it would be perfectly posed between his thighs. He shuddered as the cool air of the apartment washed over his aching flesh. Drawing a soft whine from the wolf as he sat down shakily.

Richie was on him in a flash. Hands swept under his legs and pushed them up, making the wolf fall back on the couch, ass hanging off the seat. "You know, seeing you naked? I can see why Callum had the hots for you. Big, handsome, well groomed, and muscled." Fingers brushed over his abs before coming back to his thighs. Pressing them higher until the wolf was almost folded in half. It gave Alistair the perfect angle to watch as Richie undid his pants and let them fall down. Hard cock springing free, angled almost perfectly to aim at his spade. "Shame he got expelled, but we're off campus. I might arrange something later for him. Once you've learned your place, that is."

Tip found his spade and slid up and down. Alistair’s ears twitched at the slick sound of it. "Oh you're fucking soaked," Richie breathed out. A low whine broke from the wolf as he felt the tip rub against him. Folds so sensitive right now. A warning popped up at the edges of his vision, glitched, then turned into a more video game style font. Heat Mode: Engaged! Followed by a leader board with a bunch of empty spots.

"Mmmph!" Alistair gasped through the muzzle as Richie pushed in. Virginal walls spread around the rodent's rod. New muscles twitched and clenched as his partner drove in. Spade stretching around the mouse meat before those heavy balls thumped off his backside.

"Fucking hell, that's it!" Hand clapped off his ass with a smack that... Wasn't as hard as Alistair would have thought. "Gonna get first, second, and third place with this cunt!" Grabbing onto the wolf's thighs, Richie dug in and began to pound. Breath coming in short, quick pants as he stepped up. Almost climbing the couch as he leaned over. Throwing his weight against the wolf's thighs. Body lifting and dropping. Using all his weight to pound into Alistair.

That board at the edge of his vision sprang to life. A stylized image of Richie taking up the first spot. A score began to climb, rising with each thrust. Not to mention the combo meter that started up as he hammered away. Alistair whined, arched, cheeks and ears flushed hot. Watching the mouse pin him down, rutting him as if he were some toy. His heated insides clenching and shuddering. Hormonal need turning even the quick, barely moving thrusts into something that made the wolf arch and grab at the couch.

The door jostled. Handle rattled and then opened up. "Just... In time!" Richie panted, hammering the wolf, "Just getting first dibs on this cunt. You can take sloppy seconds."

A low voice, "Didn't believe it when you said you scored that one." A rough laugh, "You strip down too, then get down." With a third voice saying something he couldn't hear over the heavy, slick sounds of the rodent cock pounding his insides. Alistair’s breath coming in shorter, sharper pants. Body arching as he felt his orgasm rising up. Bubbling within his core and threatening to boil over.

"FUCK!" Richie hit his peak first. Slamming himself balls deep into that spade. Grinding as he blasted Alistair’s insides with his spunk. Each shot, supported by those massive vermin balls, made the score go up by leaps and bounds. "Rrrr!" Richie growled through clenched teeth, rocking his hips to get everything out he could. Pulling out only at the last moment to stroke himself, slapping the gaping spade with his tip as he finished on that belly and flushed flesh. "Round one, VICTORY!" The scoreboard flashed, calculating the volume, enthusiasm, and more, before taking away some points for differing species. Though it was still an impressive score.

A gruff laugh, "What was that? Two minutes probably?"

"Pha, you want to try it out, be my guest." Richie returned with a pair of people in tow. One was that ram that Alistair recognized from the whole Callum thing.

A ram who fixed him with a grin and a slow lick of his lips. "Well, if that ain't the cutest thing," he droned as he stripped his shirt off. Front of his pants already starting to twitch as his cock began to strain at them. "You know, I don't think I got a taste of him last time. Though it's a bit different this time isn't it?" Down came his pants, cock springing free. Those heavy, sheep balls bouncing free. Not as large as Richie's but certainly something to be proud of. Surprisingly, behind him, was Zachary. That doberman that Alistair had a fling with a couple days ago at the gym. He was undressing, but instead of looking smug, he was looking eager. Putting on a collar and watching the larger male.

"Come here, you," the ram grunted as he moved around Alistair. "Stand up." A hint of worry raced through the wolf, eyes darting to Richie. The mouse just motioned for him to get up, so he did. Rough hands fell to his shoulders and spun him around. "Well, you made a mess of the bitch already. Means it'll be easier on me." The hands moved to Alistair's thighs. Broad, rough hands scooped his thighs up and made the wolf fall back against that broad chest.

Richie rolled his eyes, "Don't go breaking him yet, Rod. Just got him tonight."

His chest heaved with a laugh, "If I can break the bitch tonight, then do you really want him?" Those hands on his thighs swept around, going from holding Alistair to making him start to fall down. They moved up his thighs, hooked behind his knees, then around. Snaking up behind the wolf's head and locking into place. "Pup, get over here! Line me up with that cunt." Rod grunted, feeling the wolf settle into a standing Nelson hold.

Zachary responded with a quick, "Ruff," and scrambled over.

Rod calmly leaned forward. Lips brushing his ear as he grumbled, "As you can guess, I do love having cute bitches around me." A flex of his hips made his cock lift and jab against the wolf. Fingers tightened at the back of his head and forced Alistair to look down, "I'm sure you'll love seeing this one." Getting fucked in his spade was enough to make his heart tremble. Now he could see the ram's cock jutting out from under him. Thick, heavy, pulsing with pent up lusts. Zach had dropped to all fours and approached. Leaning up to sniff at the cock, sneaking a lick in. All before he reached up and guided it up. Eyes locking with Alistair's for a moment. Sharing this look that was almost envious. As if he wanted to be the one held up. Fingers nudged the pole up until the tip slipped against the swollen spade. Up came his other hand, rubbing Alistair’s flushed flesh. Nudging it around until the sheep could be lined up properly. Thick tip spreading those walls apart.

No sooner did tip part pussy than Rod drove his hips up with a grunt. Alistair yelped into the muzzle, eyes going full crossed as that thick, heavy cock slammed into him. Zach caught a faceful of balls before sitting back on his haunches. Watching with a low whine as the sheep began to casually rail Alistair. Lifting, dropping, hips swaying as he pounded that cock into the wolf without mercy. "Fucking great sex toy you've got!" he grunted. The wet, thick sound of aroused wolf cunt spreading around a beefy cock mixed with the sticky noise of cum drooling down the new invader.

Alistair. felt the breath knocked from him with that first thrust. Legs kicked uselessly at the air, then came the second. Cock driving deeper into his core. He was thicker than Richie. Each plunge threatening to split him in half. His spade stretched tight around the girth. His poor, new clit assaulted by each and every motion. By the third one, his abandoned climax was starting to rear it's head again. He whined, mostly silenced by the muzzle. Trembling as the powerful ram handled his large frame as if he were nothing. So casually bouncing him on his cock. Slamming up into him with animalistic grunts of growing pleasure.

Lights flashed behind the wolf's eyes as he peaked. Body heaving against his partner as insides clenched and spade shuddered. Rod grunted in his ear and leaned forward. Hips hammering faster as Alistair came around his cock. The ram grunted out a rapid, "Fuck fuckFUCK!" as his hips slammed into the wolf's rear. Each one a thunderous clap that left that pale backside reddened with the brutal impacts. Cracks and smacks echoing into the room.

Though, much like his rodent comrade, Rod only managed to last a few moments before slamming deep. Alistair twitched in his hold, completely helpless as he felt that cock twitch then erupt. Another series of numbers popping up and adding to the score. Volume, ferocity, depth, and of course the negatives for species. It wasn't that mice, or even sheep, and wolves were incompatible. Especially not with the tech currently humming through Alistair's body. They just had a harder time of it is all.

Hands released their hold on his head and all but dumped the wolf onto the couch. Alistair let out a muffled yelp and failed to catch himself. Going face-first into the towel, followed by his knees banging off the floor with eye-searing pain. "Yeah," Rod heaved a pant, "that's some good pussy there. Can't wait for round two." Alistair rolled his head, reaching down to rub his aching knees. He could feel his spade, swollen and gaping, thick sheep punk drooling down the twitching flesh and onto the floor. The broad ram walked to the doberman, grabbed his head, and yanked him over. Zachary’s tail became a blur as he lapped at the cock, cleaning it up eagerly. "You got any beers in here?"

Richie huffed and twitched his whiskers, "Just waltzing in here, fucking my toy, and asking for a beer?" Rod gave him a look, shrugged, and the mouse sighed, "Yeah, we keep them hidden in one of the closets."

The pair wandered off, talking about their pets and plans. Alistair slumped against the couch with a sigh, still rubbing his knees and thinking. How had he gotten there? Well, that was easy enough. The mouse had pushed the right buttons. Why did he have these buttons now? What the fuck had stirred them in him? Questions bounced around his head, seeking out answers that weren't there. Not that he could think all that straight. Not with the implants pumping him full of hormones to simulate a heat. His body should be cooling down, especially after being fucked twice. Maybe it was some setting that...

A tongue lapped at his spade. Alistair huffed and twisted around. Zachary was behind him. The doberman eagerly nose-deep against his rear. Tongue flashing over that swollen spade. He wanted to snap, to snarl, twist around and drive the other male back. That doberman, fucking race traitor, bending before a sheep? Worse, he’d been so borderline inept at the gym!

But as that tongue pushed deeper, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Thighs tensed, shuddered, and then he felt himself push his rear back. Zachary’s tongue pushed deeper, spreading him open. Alistair couldn't stop the whine that bubbled up. Nor could he stop the tension down below. Muscles clenched around his rear, drawing his spade back. Presenting it towards the other canine as if he were nothing more than... Well, a bitch in heat.

"Wruff," Zach uttered before lunging forward. The doberman fully into the play as nothing more than a feral dog, a pet owned by the sheep, and nothing more. Alistair's cheeks flushed with warmth, ears folded back. Getting hotter as he felt the other male grab at his thighs and push forward. Weight came down on his rear. Hips jostled as the male behind him rocked his hips, feeling blindly for that spade. It came close, so very close. The wolf whined, huffed, and felt thin, watery precum spill against his backside. That canine cock poked blindly around his backside. Caught on his hip and pushed forward, smearing pre against his fur. Zach managed a few thrusts, a whine, then pulled away. All the while marking Alistair with his precum and scent.

Fingers twitched and Alistair reached back for his own spade. Zach snarled and lunged forward, biting at his scruff and yanking. Off balance, the wolf fell forward, muzzle burying into the couch. Zach's grip became harder, nails digging into his thighs. A growl poured out of the dog's mouth and washed over the larger wolf.

Chiseled tip found the engorged spade. A couple shallow thrusts testing the entrance. Nails scratched at his side and caught on his thighs again, drawing up welts that made Alistair whine. Then yelp as the Doberman slammed everything in. Plump sheath pulling back as his cock drove deep into his core. Buried inside him in a flash. It twitched against his burning heat, reveled in it for a split second. Just long enough for the impact of groin on hips to race through his pinned form.

Then Zach began to fuck him.

Not fuck him like he'd done in the gym some days before. That had been sane, controlled, but still lustful. It had been relieving, but rather unimpressive.

No, this was a full feral rut. Teeth pulled at scruff. Nails scratched and dug, knees banged off his thighs and fought for position. All while he barely even moved his hips. Slamming that bare canine cock into the wolf cunt. Thick, slick sounds of sheath mashing against spread spade and cock plundering vaginal depths filled the air. Alistair's ears pinned back as he voiced a low whine. Even his sound shaking and weak, breaking with each feral impact of hips off his. The mouth on his neck released for a second, just enough for Zach to growl at him. "My bitch," then bit at his ear.

Something about it set the wolf off. Shoulders hunched and back bowed. He let out another whine, louder now, the noise nearly a howl. Lights flashed and danced as he came. Feeling his own hips push up and back. Trying to match that feral, savage pace of the male behind him. That earned him another bite and a growl. Zach shoved him forward, almost burying Alistair’s head against the back of the couch. His muzzle slid into the depths, eyes against the cushions. Blind, but he didn't need to see. He could feel the male on top of him. Hear his pants and growls. Those savage nails drawing welts on thigh and sides. Feet and legs pinning him down.

Then the slight pop of a knot.

The instant Alistair became aware of it, it was all he could think about. His mind's eye painting a picture of what was happening. How Zach's sheath mashed against his spade in the most lewd ways. How his own reddening spade was getting stretched with each push. Oh he could feel it! Hear it! He relished it as the doberman fucked him like the bitch he was becoming. Pliable flesh stretching around hard, unyielding knot. Cock swelled within him, stretching insides that had been prepared by prey cock. It dug further than either Richie or Rod had. Penetrated untested depths. That sharp point dug and burrowed as arousal built. All while the knot grew inside his spade. A pocket of flesh meant to cradle it. To trap the male against his... Oh fuck, Zach was against his clit! Every thrust, each throb, it sent jolts through him that left the wolf whining.

Only to try and throw his head back with a pained yelp as the tip found his cervix. Zach redoubled his efforts. Teeth dug into scruff, body slammed down on his back. Drool matted fur and breath blasted his neck. Alistair couldn't help but yelp and whine in the muzzle as the tip battered his cervix. Only to have his own heat and body betray him. That barrier gave way just enough to satisfy the male. His traitorous body heaved and bucked, peak crashing over his senses again.

A dinging chime filled his mind as the doberman threw himself forward. Balls clapped once more off shaking wolf thighs before lifting. That knotted length swelled just a little more. Tip buried that much firmer against the cervix. Then came his seed. Canine seed, so very compatible with the pinned lupine form. Knot throbbed, heaving against the wolf's clit. Shaft pushed, stretching that freshly minted vagina. Tip secured right in the bullseye of the service. All so that doberman cum could push mouse and sheep spunk deeper into him before adding to the mess. Score counter rocketing higher and higher with each passing second.

"Well, fuck. I told you to put your mutt on a leash!"

"My mutt? It's your bitch's fault for being in heat." Hands grabbed Zacharie and pulled. Both wolf and doberman yelped as the knot pulled at the stretched spade.

"Ah well, can't do jack about it right now." Richie sat down on the couch and grabbed Alistair by his scruff. The mouse wrenched the wolf back some and pulled his head around, "Just gonna use your mouth until Fido there is out. How long it take the knot to go down?" Richie asked as he removed the muzzle and slapped his cock off Alistair’s muzzle.

Rod was doing the same, pulling Zach around, making the dobermans engorged cock twist inside the spade. "Half hour or so," he grunted as the canine eagerly slurped around the cock, tail wagging.

"Huh. Wonder how many times we can breed the bitch before the heat ends? Which... Fuck it, make it a week."

He could hear the grin in Rod's voice, "Roulette?"

Beer bottles clinked, "Roulette. I know a guy with a Dane stud."

"Baller."

Alistair whined, hips rocking, pleasure rocketing up and down his spine. He couldn't stop himself from cumming as that knot ground and stretched his needy cunt. Rubbing him in ways he couldn't have dreamt of. Somehow their words registered, but didn't sink in. Not even as his tongue lapped at the mouse's cock and they spoke of how to properly breed him. Even discussing sending videos to Callum. His tail just wagged slowly as his body settled in for the ride.

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Why the fuck am I doing this? Alistair thought as he pressed his shoulder against a tree. The wolfhound behind him grinned, belt chiming as he undid his pants. Some guy I don’t know comes up and says Richie sent him. I get a fucking text from that fucking mouse, and now I’m pulling my goddamn pants down? He looked at the two others with him. They were in a park, off one of the paths in a private little spot. A bench and stone table, surrounded by brush. A hare with a flat cap, dressed semi-casually. Beside him, an Irish wolfhound that towered over even Alistair. Shaggy fur barely brushed, flannels, jeans, heavy boots, and a sizable collar.

The hare shoved, “You,” he said in his low brogue, “all the way down on all fours.” Alistair growled, grumbled, but did as he was told. Sliding down onto his hands and knees. “And you? Get in there and smell it.” His Dane partner just let out a low boof and dropped to an unsteady crouch behind Alistair. The buck grinned, holding his phone as the large canine leaned in and snorted. Alistair jumped as the cold nose touched his spade. Fucking… why am I so worked up? Oh he knew why. Richie had locked him into heat mode. Had turned off the fertility filters. That scoreboard lived at the edge of his vision. Richie at the top, Zacharie just below, and Rod in a far third.

Wet tongue slapped at his spade and pushed in. He ground his teeth and huffed. Hips bumping some as the wolfhound’s thick tongue spread him and dug in. There was a little grumbled, “He’s still got cum in him,” large hands eclipsing Alistair’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide. Slurping wetly, digging deeper with each lap. Hips bumped, pushing back into the licks. He could feel his spade pulling up, presenting itself even as arousal and induced heat made it swell. The licks getting wetter, sloppier. Though it was hard to tell if that was because of the drooling mutt behind him, or if that was wholly Alistair.

One text message from that rodent and you head halfway across town to meet someone in a park? What’s gotten into you? He growled to himself, feeling that shame building. Though as his shame reared it’s head, arousal only stamped it back down. Fuck, am I turned on by this? Is this what I was missing?

A whine, tongue pulling out of him with a slurp. The hare sighed, “Alright, git up there.” There was an excited noise from the wolfhound and the male reared. Those heavy hands damn near wrapped around Alistair’s waist as he pulled up and back. Hunching over the wolf as he humped at the air, acting fully the obedient dog. Big head bumped against Alistair’s cheek as the dog grunted and growled.

Hips bumped his and the male pushed forward. Alistair growled as he felt the cock glance off his rear and mash between fur and the hound’s belly. Yet the big guy began to thrust away, pounding against his rear. Alistair’s ears colored as he felt that cock slide and glide against his rear. Precum matting down on his fur as the male grunted behind him.

“For Fuck’s sake…” the hare sighed and reached down, grabbing the big hound by his balls. A yelp and grunt came from above Alistair as the male was pulled back. “Now where is…” The hare’s other hand reached under Alistair and grabbed the tip of his spade.

“Hey!” Alistair snapped and turned his head. The hound snarled and turned, heavy jaws clamping on the back of the wolf’s neck.

A chuckle, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just helping the dumbass out.” Precum spat against his spade as the male moved up behind him. Rubbing up and down his entrance before pushing in. The hare released and rocked back on his heels. “There you go, Bernie.” A pleased grunt rang out against Alistair’s neck, tongue matting his fur as the male panted. Grip tightening for just a beat before he slammed in.

Fuck, he’s gotta be bigger than Zach when he’s fully swollen! Alistair ground his teeth and hung his head with a whine. Insides screamed as the cock stretched him wide. Jaws opened as he nearly called out, but broke it off into a gasping pant.

Bernie wasted no time and immediately just wrapped his arms around Alistair’s middle. Thrusts came hard and fast, jarring and jostling the wolf under him. The first thrust alone jabbed his cervix. Muscle weakened by marathon sex by the others. It didn’t hold up to the powerhouse above him. Bernie put his considerable weight behind each push. The sheer weight and strength of the wolfhound making Alistair’s hips and shoulders ache. Each thrust came with a pant, a grunt, tongue bathing his neck and matting his fur. Thick, hound drool began to drip down onto his neck and shoulder. Head dipping lower and lower by the thrust.

It wasn’t long before Alistair’s forehead was against the ground, back arched and bowed. He could look down his body. Watching as the hound’s massive sac bounced off his thighs. Spade stretched and distorting around the heavy cock. Juices and precum dripping off him and onto the ground. Thrusts came faster, harder, the slick sound of fucking filling the air. Fuuuuck, I think I can see him in my stomach.

All while that score counter continued to rise.

He wanted to touch it. To reach back and feel his stomach, his spade. To massage the larger male as he pounded that heated spade of his. Alistair’s nails dug into the ground as he fought the urge. Resisted his own rising pleasure. Low, choked off grunts breaking in his throat.

“Callum! What brings yerself here?”

Footsteps and a familiar, smug, “Well. I got news that there was a new bitch in town. Had to come out here and see for myself.”

Dread clenched in the wolf’s core. Bernie must have felt it. Even as the panic rose, the hound behind him shifted. Releasing his scuff, but keeping that big head tucked against his neck. Grip tightened as the male dug in harder. Jostling Alistair with each thrust. That massive cock obliterating his insides, hammering his clit, making him gasp and whine. Body pressed tight, sheath bunched up. Those massive wolfhound balls clapping his belly with each pound. The now-familiar feeling of a heavy knot stretching his spade open. Faster, harder, pushing the wolf to higher and higher levels of pleasure. His tip punched through Alistair’s cervix with a blend of pleasure and pain, hammering right into his core. Alistair gasped out, the breath knocked from him, eyes wide.

A hand grabbed his hair and pulled him up. Callum, the red kangaroo, crouched before him with a grin. “Well, lookie here. Didn’t really believe Richie when he said it all. Now you’re here, knees in the dirt, ass in the air, being rutted like the bitch you are.”

The timing was almost too perfect. As the roo dragged his head up, Alistair’s peak washed over him. The wolf gasped, maw open as he shook. Clenching and pulling at the male behind him. Hips jerked up into Bernie’s hips as he came hard and fast. Shuddering under the savage male.

Callum took full advantage of it. He rocked back onto his tail and smacked his cock off Alistair’s mouth. “Well, since you’re so eager.” Holding tight to the wolf’s hair, he drove his cock in with a grunt.

Then he began to fuck Alistair’s face with all the fervor that Bernie had shown. Balls clapping off the wolf’s chin, cock hammering deep. Getting harder with each stroke until it was jabbing the wolf’s throat. He gagged on it, choked out a moan and whimper. Feeling Bernie push once more and unleash. That score counter rocketing with each spade-stretching throb.

“There ya go, he feel good, Huh Bern? Flip the bitch over.”

Bernie gave a deep, “Wuff,” grabbing Alistair without a second of warning and just bodily flipped the wolf around. Arms and legs kicking, back arching and bowing as the fucking huge knot twisted inside him. Setting off a second climax.

All while Callum leaned forward, planting a hand on Alistair’s chest, “There we go,” and began to thrust. Cock stabbing right into Alistair’s throat, spreading his gullet, making his gag and heave. The roo shifted, one leg pinning Alistair’s arm down. Bernie grabbed his other and gathered his legs up. Both of them pinning him down. All while the roo slammed his cock into the waiting throat. Balls clapping off his chin. “You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this, slut.” Deep, panting huffs. “Oh gonna do so much more too, especially since I know you’re Richie’s bitch too.” He grinned, “Saw the scoreboard too. Wonder how much a Roo is worth on it, huh?”

His hand ran up and down Alistair’s throat as he grinned, “Gonna have some fun with you…”

Alistair heaved and swallowed around the cock. Eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn’t let Callum win, couldn’t let the roo do this to him.

Yet… why did he want it so much?

Hands tried to lift and push against the thighs. Tried to pry the roo off him. Callum’s knee kept one arm down. Bernie’s iron grip restrained his other arm and both legs. Leaving the buck’s free hand to close around his throat. Squeezing, feeling how his cock stretched the wolf’s throat. Alistair whined, or tried to at least. He squirmed, heart starting to race, but the more he fought the more his body betrayed him. Each writhe, every wiggle, it ground his absolutely distended spade around that knotted length. Clit mashed against it as it pulsed and throbbed, pleasure rising fast. Another climax rushing at him on the heels of the last one.

Just as the world was starting to dim at the edges, he felt bliss wash over him. Eyes rolling back as hormones, panic, fear, anger, and overwhelming pleasure crashed off him. The world faded as Callum pulled back with a, “Ah fuck!” as warm cum blasted Alistair’s face. Heavy hand still on his throat, not letting him breath. Not yet. Thick roo cum splattered over his tongue and muzzle. Alistair’s tongue rolling from his maw as consciousness faded. A low chuckled and the words, “Gonna have fun with you,” were the last he remembered before blackness overtook him.

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“Cal, fuck, you’re boggarting the whore.” Richie grumbled.

Callum leaned back on the couch, pants around his ankles, gamepad casually resting on Alistair’s head. “Yeah, what you fucking going to do about it?” He leaned back with a grin, “You’re the one that bet it on that last game.” He breathed out as Alistair’s head bobbed slowly. The wolf taking his time in sucking on the heavy roo cock. “See, the cunt even likes it, don’t ya?”

Alistair let out a wolfish grumble, but this one edged with pleasure. His eyes were half-lidded, perhaps with pleasure, or something else. There was a strange vacant look to them. It had been… he lost track of how long, since that night at the bar and then the day at the park. His spade twitched, sorrowful that it was empty, but more than ready to take whatever knot or cock was crammed into it. A wide, pitch black collar wrapped around his neck. Simply ornamented with a stylized version of Richie’s silhouette and the simple word of _ Bitch _ in script.

His swollen belly pressed against his thighs. Alistair was well and truly knocked up. With whose cubs? How many? He didn’t know. Just that he had many months ahead of him. Then would likely be bred again. And again. Used over and over until the guys got bored of him. That was okay, the thought crawled out of the fragmented depths of what was left of his ego, So long as I can make them cum, they’ll be happy. So long as they’re pleased, then I am complete.