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A wolf and his new bride have an unexpected honeymoon when the husband makes a bad deal.

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Barter

By Lykos Bane

There were so many people!

Michael felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach. The wolf didn't deal well with crowds. Every person he laid his eyes upon sent another flutter through his guts. And there were just so many! He wasn't even off the plane yet and could see them mulling around the outside of the airport. The tinted windows of the terminal across the runway prevented him from seeing what it was like inside. He could imagine though; wall to wall with barely any room to stand, chaotic.

Mike stood in the crowded isle while those around him retrieved their things from the overhead bin. In front of him, Nikki slung her back pack over her shoulder with a glance back at him. The wolf could see the excitement in his wife's expression. And why wouldn't she be excited?

This whole honeymoon was her idea. Mike would have been fine sitting on a secluded beach for a week; would have preferred it. That wasn't exotic enough for the female wolf though. She was always the adventurous type. That definitely wasn't a trait the male wolf shared with her. He liked normal, monotonous life. It kept him content. No disappointment if there were no expectations.

"Mommy?" The shrill voice made Mike's jaw clench, the small cub saying the word louder then needed, "I'm hungry."

The male lupine's paws clenched into fists as the conversation continued. The small bear cub repeatedly kicked the back of his seat throughout the horrible flight from London. He wanted to turn around and lay into both the parent and the child, but nerves stopped him. Instead, he turned the other cheek and forced himself to sleep.

Michael hated confrontation of any kind. Anything from asking for directions to telling a little kid to stop kicking his seat sent him into an anxious mess. And right now, that anxious mess wasn't mixing well with their recent day of non-stop travel. The wolf didn't know when he started growling, but it shut the momma bear and cub right up.

Nikki looked back at him with a smirk on her muzzle. The white furred wolf shook her head at him and shushed him with a finger. She always found his growl more on the cute side then threatening, but she'd never tell her husband that. Mike sighed once, but quieted down. It wouldn't do him any good to lose his temper now. At least the flight was over.

Finally, the people in the aisle started to move. The going was slow, but people were definitely leaving the plane. When the two wolves reached the front of the line, a stewardess and the pilot thanked them. Both nodded a thank you in return.

Mike wasn't surprised when he found a set of rolling stairs at the exit. At least they led to tarmac and not dirt, although he wouldn't have been surprised if it had. The moment he stepped out, the afternoon sun caught his eyes. He hissed and pulled back into the airplane, which awarded him some grunts and groans from the passengers behind him. It had been a long flight. They wanted off. Nikki was already down the stairs with a pair of sunglasses perched high on her muzzle. Why hadn't he thought about bringing a pair himself?

Grumbling, Mike used a paw as a visor in an attempt to block the sun from burning his eyes again. Unfortunately, there was no way to block the assault of scents on his nose. It was a bad omen of things to come when the first thing you did upon exiting a airplane was cringe. But cringe he did at the mixed odor of concrete and gas fumes. Ignorantly, he expected a horrible mix of unwashed bodies, but this wasn't much better. The runway sizzled, unprotected from the unyielding glare of the subtropical sun. It was hot. It was humid. It was miserable.

Across the runway, the concourse awaited. There was no wind, just idle rising heat that left a veil thick enough to make the building appear animated. Mike was amazed at how high it went. Three steps in and the wolf had his muzzle open in full pant. It felt like a sauna.

He doubled his step to catch up with the female wolf. A glance at her disappointed the male wolf. A mean part of him hoped to see his newly wed wife as miserable as him. She only smiled, and looked quite pleased as she looked around. With the sunglasses on, it was hard to see if it was forced; if she were really disappointed.

Leading up to their wedding, everyone warned them now wasn't the time to go to India. It was the middle of monsoon season which meant high summer. It would be hot. It would be miserable. And it would be crowded. Nonetheless, Nikki insisted on going. She thought it would be a unique vacation.

Who went to India for their honeymoon?

Who went to India at all for that matter? The wolf imagined the place; unwashed, unsafe, and most of all uncivilized. If they didn't get robbed and murdered, they'd get overwhelmed by the beggars. That's how it was, right? Mike thought maybe it would have been better to do some research. Instead, he put Nikki on the task and remained believing what he had seen on television and cinemas.

By the time he reached the terminal, his fur felt both wet and bristling. The thick pelt wasn't made for this kind of climate. Upon opening the door to the terminal, the wolf nearly jumped back, punched in the face by the stench. There was the body odor he had been expecting.

Mike kept himself in check and didn't react with more then a clench of his jaws. He had to watch himself. The wolf was smart enough to know he'd be over reacting by this point. It wasn't that bad. Besides, he'd be damned if he was going to allow himself to ruin his fucking honeymoon.

He unconsciously held his breath anyways.

Always the gentleman, the lupine held the door open for his new wife. As she walked by, the wolf finally took a breath. Her scent was a welcome port in the storm. He savored it like an expensive cut of meat. It taught him to breathe again.

Maybe I can do the whole trip with my nose buried in her scruff, Michael thought.

The wolf held the door for the female behind him, the large boorish bruin looked as miserable as he felt. At least the cub wasn't complaining anymore, stifled into silence by the drowning humidity. As he handed the door off, he wondered if he looked that obviously miserable as well. He hoped not. He didn't want to ruin Nikki's good time.

With a forced smile, Mike followed the female wolf into the concourse and nearly stopped again. The smile faltered, nearly dripping into a sneer, as his eyes moved over the wall to wall crowd inside. Chaotic was an understatement. There was hardly room to move through them. The option to back out again was blocked off by that damn bear and her cub. They pushed him in deeper.

Nikki glanced back at him and he smiled, only part of it forced this time. She had that effect on him. Her presence was like a dam that stopped the flow of people. Before she could get too far, Mike reached out and caught the back of her shirt, using her as a lead to get through the crowd. She was much more effective at moving the sea of bodies.

The crowd closed tight around the couple. Another glance back showed the big bear was long gone, replaced by the heavy flow of mixed species. The wolf felt dizzy with the sheer number of them. His idea of a good honeymoon involved a cabin in the middle of nowhere with the nearest neighbor miles away or that secluded beach.

This was insanity.

There were no more butterflies fluttering in his stomach, replaced by the heavy beat of locust wings. There were just too many people and they were taking their toll on his nervous system. His paw tightened on Nikki's shirt as the wolf followed her confident stride. The crowd continued to move out of their way, allowing the couple to walk directly to the baggage claim. Mike mentally prepared himself for the inevitable wait for their luggage. They reached the carousel in time to see their matching duffel bags slowly pass by. Nikki was quick to grab them, making their stay in the airport over.

Perhaps this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Mike took both bags from Nikki as they made their way back through the crowd toward the exit. The sea of bodies spread again, allowing easy access to the doors leading out of the over stuffed airport. This time, Nikki held the door open for him. The duffle bags were easy and light and permitted quick movement in case they needed it. Mike was thankful for that when he exited the airport. It may have been stuffy in there, but it was sweltering outside. The thought of carrying more then two suitcases nearly made him ill.

He saw one such unfortunate soul struggling to carry about five bags. The poor horse wasn't doing a very good job of it and ended up surrounded by the dropped luggage, nearly falling himself. A colt and a filly found this very funny. Neither was much older then a foal. The stallion nickered at them, but it only increased their laughter. A mare came to his rescue.

The family put a new smile on Mike's face. He figured he should enjoy the lightness of the luggage while it lasted. The wolf would be in the stallion's place before long. Unlike horses though, he'd probably find himself with quite a bit more on his paws. Equines didn't have litters.

"Earth to Michael!"

The wolf jumped to attention at the female's voice. She stood at the edge of the sidewalk, in front of a bright yellow taxi. At least, it's what he hoped the yellow signified. The writing along the side didn't give any real indication that he could understand. The wolf's eyes could only perceive the marks as scribbles but knew they said_something_. How anyone could read it was beyond him.

It was an early 70's model sedan of some kind. The edges were sharp and box like, not the rounder curves of the more recent 80's models. The whole thing seemed to shudder in place, rocked by the heavy chug of the engine. Above the wail of traffic and surrounding people, the wolf could hear it rumbling. It didn't look as if it were going to last very long.

A male crocodile was quick to jump out and open the passenger door for the female wolf, much to the disappointment of a couple other cabbies that slowly drove by in defeat. They were probably both jealous he managed to get the unique passenger before they could.

"Come on," Nikki called and beckoned him with a paw.

Two reptilian eyes followed the direction of the female wolf's gaze. Mike met the nearly empty stare. Was there a sign of disappointment on them? The wolf wasn't entirely sure as the cold stare sent a chill through him. Even in the heat, he shivered. Mike's eyes darted away, toward the trunk of the car. When he looked back, the croc's eyes were on the female wolf.

He stared openly at Nikki's ass while she crawled across the seat.

Before Mike could get there, the crocodile closed the door. It seemed rude, but the wolf told himself not to get angry. Things like this would happen a lot. A different country meant different customs; different behaviors. This was probably not at all rude to the crocodile. It didn't help calm him very much though. The crowd, heat and travel were starting to get to him.

The wolf went back behind the taxi. The reptile waited there and watched the wolf struggle through. Mike was left panting as he looked up at the larger lizard. The taxi driver didn't make any move to help the wolf with the luggage. It surprised the lupine to find the trunk was even unlocked. Regardless, he still had to struggle to open it and then to put the bags in.

That _had_to be rude, right?

Again, Mike ignored it. The bags were light enough. By the time the trunk was closed, the lizard was already in the cab, behind the wheel. The wolf was quick to get inside the car in case the reptile was keen on leaving him behind. The door wasn't even closed as the car sped away. Perhaps the lizard was ready to leave him behind.

"Thanks for waiting," the wolf said, doing little to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

The driver didn't appear to understand, but nodded nonetheless. He glanced in the rear view mirror, quickly at Mike and then let it linger on the female wolf. This time, they weren't as emotionless as they were before, showing signs of desire and interest. Of course, Mike would be stupid to blame the guy. The female wolf was definitely a prize catch.

Nikki removed her sunglasses and returned the crocodile's stare with a playful smirk. She was used to getting stared at by this point, which was a good thing as it appeared her beauty was a rare breed in this area of the world. Compared to the dark complexions and even darker fur, the female wolf was a very exotic sight. The pale white fur that coated her body was only broken up by the half-inch or so of black at the tip of each strand. Her deep blue eyes were only made more appealing by the mask of brown and gray and black splotched around them. It made both of them practically glow.

Mike cleared his throat to regain the crocodile's attention as they drove away from the airport, "The Taj Towers."

Even if he couldn't understand English, the crocodile obvious knew their destination. They must not be the first foreign visitors to request the spot. Mike hoped it wouldn't be long. He didn't like the looks the driver kept flashing his wife, but wasn't about to cause any unneeded trouble. It was another part of married life he was going to have to get accustomed to if he didn't want to go crazy with jealousy. The wolf wondered if he looked at her in that manner when they first met. How could he not? She was magnetic.

The car sped down the road after leaving the congestion of the airport. Their speed didn't last long when they entered the city. Once again, the wolf was surprised by the size of the crowd. He couldn't get over it. There were just _so_many people. And where there're people, there's traffic.

The ride was at least quiet, although Mike wished the crocodile was full of chat and not lustful glares. Would the driver have tried something if she were alone? The wolf wondered if someone like Nikki would have been safe without a male companion like himself.

The wolf wondered if Nikki was safe anyway. He wasn't exactly the pinnacle of masculinity. He'd definitely be on the losing end of the beating if he got into it with the crocodile. A solid coat of dull grey fur guaranteed he wasn't much to look at regardless, definitely not compared to the beautiful female by his side. His small size left him easy to overlook as well. Even his best man cracked a joke during his toast at their wedding, saying that he had no idea how Mike landed a girl, let alone one like Nikki.

It got a good laugh.

The truth was, Mike didn't understand how he managed to win Nikki's heart either. She could have been a model with her looks and a doctor with her intelligence. It amazed him how down to Earth she was considering everything. She could have had her pick of the litter from a muscle bound alpha stud to the smartest professor at the most prestigious university to the richest tycoon in the world. And any of them would be lucky to get her attention.

Yet, here she was, with him, on _their_honeymoon.

A strange sense of satisfaction came over the wolf. Let them look. They couldn't have her. She was all his. Mike smirked when he met the crocodile's eyes again, giving a nod of his head. This time it was the crocodiles turn to avert his gaze, taking them back to the road ahead.

Michael looked around the city, surprised by how modern it appeared. It was at least on par to any city he'd come across back in America. For some reason, he had the impression that it would have been a run down shanty town with mud huts or sandstone buildings without windows. The kind he remembered seeing in some old cartoons based off Kipling stories. He was always writing about India, right?

But this was unexpected. This was like New York City. The buildings reached skyward all around them. On either side of the road, throngs of people worked their way around each other in an attempt to reach their destination. Some poured into the street and created obstacles for the cars to drive around which led to horrible traffic. It was the last thing either of them wanted after the long flight in.

Neither Mike nor Nikki knew where they were or where they were going. They had all their reservations set up and plans figured out, but it still didn't leave them with any idea of how long it would be before their vacation could truly start. Even the traffic was reminiscent of New York with bumper to bumper cars and the repeated call of honked horns.

The crocodile said something in Hindi, a quick chatter that did little to hide his frustration. His claws suddenly tugged the wheel to the left as they came across what appeared to be an alley way. The concrete road gave way to a bumpy cobblestone laneway that forced the taxi to rock from side to side as it went along.

"This is faster," the reptile said with a thick accent, over enunciating the I's so they came out like E's and left Mike to wonder what 'these ease' meant.

That was all he said as he turned out of the alley on a less congested street. It was still packed to the brim with people, but the travel was smoother. Mike noticed the street followed a river that flowed along the city. It probably gave the city its early life blood to help develop into the metropolis it was now.

Then again....

The other side of the river appeared far less developed. It was like looking back in time. Not just mere months or years, but centuries. There were no buildings higher than two or three stories. Every structure was square with flat, sun blasted roofs. Mike wasn't even sure if there was power over there. The contrast was almost shocking. This was more like the Kipling cartoons. It was how the wolf expected the whole city to be.

"What's that?" Nikki asked the wolf.

"Ol' Delhi," the cab driver answered for him. "You go shop?"

Nikki grinned at the question, but Mike answered before she could, "Maybe later. Right now, we just want to get to our hotel."

Nikki playfully pouted, "You're no fun."

Mike rolled his eyes, "And to think, you could have married someone that would want to go shopping after spending 12 hours in a plane."

"I take you shopping," the accented croc said and looked between the two wolves through the rear view mirror once more.

"You know," Nikki began. "I might take you up on that offer, but not today. The old ball and chain is right." She said this with a nod of her head in the direction of the other wolf, "It would be nice to get settled and relaxed. Jet lag is a real killer."

The laugh was friendly which didn't suit the crocodile one bit. Regardless, it came from him and the reptile nodded. Another block and they put their backs to the older part of the city. Both wolves glanced back one more time.

"Ol' Delhi best for shop," the driver continued after a moment and then met Michael's gaze again and held it. "Don't forget the barter."

Barter? The croc's English was very weak. He had no intentions of trying to trade anything other than money for the goods they would get. He must have meant haggle. It didn't matter though.

Mike hated both words. He hated the whole idea. If something had a price, then you pay it and shut up. The wolf was nervous about it as well. The thought of trying to haggle someone down in price just seemed like a confrontation he didn't need to have.

Besides, he'd feel like an idiot if he screwed something like that up. He wouldn't even know where to start.

Nikki understood the cab driver perfectly and nudged her husband in the ribs. She grinned at him and just nodded her head. If that weren't enough, her tail twitched against his thigh in happy anticipation. Mike laid his head back on the cab seat.

This was going to be a long trip.

The wolf fell into the first bed his body could find. Springs groaned under the lupine's weight. Mike was amazed the bed was so soft, considering where they were. Regardless, it hugged his form, providing support in the right places.

Damn straight it was soft. Mike had paid quite a bit for the room, or at least Nikki had using Mike's credit card. He still got the bill.

It wasn't until Mike felt the cold touch of air conditioning that he began to believe his initial fears may have been unfounded. Even when the cab pulled up outside the modern looking building, the wolf wasn't fully convinced they wouldn't be spending their honeymoon on a pile of straw. He wouldn't have been shocked, considering Nikki's sense of adventure. He wondered if she looked for places like that.

Much to the wolf's surprise, the inside of the building was much like the outside, modern and clean. He had resigned himself to dealing with another wall to wall crowd, so the empty lobby helped improve the wolf's mood greatly. The cool air was a welcome touch to his wet fur, but it seemed to draw out his musk. Even now it hung heavily in the air, but he didn't care.

Mike felt like passing out. He turned over with a groan, finding himself sinking even more into the soft bed. His eyes found the white wolf outlined by the glow of the setting sun as she scavenged through her duffel bag. The wolf's eyes closed in a slow blink.

When they opened, his wife was nowhere to be seen. The light was dull outside the windows and it left the room barley lit. It was a stark contrast to the blinding glow that had filled his vision before. He must have fallen to sleep.

The sound of running water came from the other room. Part of the wolf's groggy mind still found it surprising there was running water, even with the other amenities he'd already witnessed. He reminded himself that he had to handle his expectations or this was going to be a nightmare regardless of how good or bad it was. He sat up and glanced around the room before he pushed his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. It was impossible not to stretch out the tired muscles.

Jet lag tried tugging him back to bed, but he fought it and walked to the bathroom. A shower sounded nice. And a shower with his wife sounded better than anything his mind could dream up. His fur felt icky. There was no other word for it. The humid heat outside had left it matted, yet frizzled. It wasn't hard to imagine tiny, invisible hands tying the tips into tight knots.

First his shirt, then his pants, came off as he moved through the hotel room. It was fairly large, which also surprised the lupine. Another intake of air for another yawn filled his lungs with his heady musk. It was strong, as he had just stumbled into bed and passed out apparently which allowed the sweat to dry into his thick hide.

He opened the door to be engulfed in a thick, hot stream. This time the humidity didn't bother him. It was clear, crisp and most of all, clean. Mike walked openly into it and closed the door behind him.

As his eyes adjusted, he could make out more details in the room. A white sink and clean toilet took up a space mostly allotted to the large tub in the center. A circular loop supported a clear shower curtain that draped over the edges of the tub and obstructed the view of the female wolf within.

Nikki apparently hadn't noticed him either. Her back was too him, he could tell that much. Her paws worked over her torso, rubbing her fingers through her wet fur. The obviously hot water touched her in ways that made him envious.

Mike stalked through the cover of steam until he stood right next to the occupied tub, his scent covered by the mixture of fruity soap and the moisture in the air. His claws gripped the shower curtain tightly before he ripped it back, perhaps a little more roughly then he should have, but he got the desired result.

"Hey beautiful!"

Nikki jumped and turned toward him. By the time her attention was on him, her scruff bristled out thickly, even under the heavy flow from the tap. She replied with a frightened whine that ended with a nasally happy whistle. She was left panting.

"Didn't mean to scare you," the male wolf teased. "Got room for one more in there?"

Nikki stuck her tongue out at her husband, "No. It's all full up."

"Damn," Mike mimicked a disappointed tone. "I guess I'll have to take this stud of a wolf elsewhere then."

"More like a dud, sleepyhead," Nikki teased.

"I'll show you a sleepyhead," Mike growled in reply, then pushed into the tub.

Before he could get any protest, his lips were locked with the white wolf, growling in a pleasant manner. Nothing else was said as he moved into the stream of water, never losing that affectionate contact with the female. His paws explored her body when his tongue began to explore her lips.

The end of the kiss found Michael's paws on Nikki's rump with both wolves panting heavily. Their bodies pressed together in a way that could only be described as lewd. The wolf lied about showing Nikki a sleepyhead. There was nothing on his body displaying sleep as his tail wagged and his dick throbbed hard against the female's lower belly. They both looked down at it.

Michael couldn't help but smile bashfully when their gazes met again. The moment was coming and it was exciting the male wolf. He had been anticipating this night his entire life. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was a virgin, at least not since he met Nikki. When they had that frank talk on their second date, the one about relationships and sex, they both admitted they had never done more then some intense fondling during some heavy make out sessions - all through the clothing of course.

This didn't mean they didn't get affectionate during their relationship. They had seen each other naked and even 'explored', but nothing more then fingers and nothing more then one paw job. Even though they regularly showered together, this was the first time Michael had his cock pressed against her in such a sexual manner.

"We're not doing this in some bathroom," Nikki said with a bashful giggle of her own. Finger's tickled delicately along the male wolf's length.

"Hey," Mike panted. "I'm the one that went to bed. You picked the shower." He wiggled closer. "Besides, we're dogs. We don't care where we fuck."

"Says the virgin," Nikki teased and gave his length a final stroke before she stepped back and out of the shower. She flashed a sly grin over her shoulder at him, "Now you're the one wasting time. I don't let dirty hounds mount me."

Michael was rubbing shampoo into his fur by the time the shower curtain closed. She was beautiful and he had to have her. There was no more waiting for this. He's kept his mind off it for this long, but there was only so much a male could do. His dick agreed. As he turned to wash his back, it swayed before him like a divining rod in search of water.

It was the shortest shower ever. He was dripping wet when he left the tub and not much drier when he left the restroom. He didn't care. His mind was set on something else. And that something was sprawled on the king sized bed, naked and waiting. White fur covered Nikki's front and outlined all the right features from her breasts to her firm stomach. The fur along her sides displayed the black tips that flowed along her back and created sporadic designs that curved to hug her hips. Michael couldn't wait to follow suit.

Michael hoped he didn't drool.

He moved onto the bed with a wolfish grin, gaze traveling over the female hungrily. Every movement from her was seductive and appealed to every part of the male. He stalked her as if she were going to suddenly run off, his dick still leading the charge.

"Gonna keep letting me slip through your fingers like that?" Nikki teased, legs spreading wide in a lewd display of her tight pink sex. It was a side of her he'd never seen before and he liked it.

"I doubt I'll even untie from you," Mike drooled. He didn't care.

Nikki laughed softly and closed her legs, "You're not stickin' that thing in me!"

Mike moved up to his knees and caught the female wolf's legs. He was grinning wide when he spread them. They spread without any problem.

"Like hell I'm not," he snickered.

This was it! The moment he's waited so long for. Twenty five years of his paw and fantasies were over. No more striking out. The virgin male stared openly for a moment before he slipped up the bed and over his prize. He rested his body down on her with a slow sway of his hips, as if it would help him meld better with the being under him.

My god! Mike thought as he felt the heat of her body against his, the moist folds against his sheath.

His balls began to tingle.

Michael finally brought his muzzle down in a gentle, affectionate nudge that normally led to a passionate kiss. This time was no different. Nikki's head tilted slightly to the side before she pressed into him more. Lips slid along each other as their tongues traced the other's fangs before they finally entwined. The kiss left the lovers breathless.

The wolf's balls began to tingle even more, knot inflated and ready. It made his hips quiver slightly, as if they humped on their own.

Nikki glanced down at the movement from his hips and the cock that peeked out of the cave made by their two stomachs as his hips rocked. She giggled and gently ground herself against her husband, "You're gonna have to haggle better than that."

The word made a growl rise in the timid wolf's chest, but he smirked back anyway, "It's OK. I'm prepared to pay double."

Mike kept his wife's gaze as he started to increase the movements of his hips. The wolf pulled away and lifted his body. His gaze lowered to watch his length saw between the now slick epicenter of her quivering heat. So close to its goal now, his shaft looked as if it were glowing with the combination of their fluids that coated it.

And the scent in the air was unbelievable.

The wolf's balls began to tighten toward his groin.

Mike wasn't prepared for his wife's paws to catch his hips, nor the power she hid as she spun him over. His body was weightless for a split second before he was on his back under her. The change in position brought her to straddle his lap. Her body quivered atop his as she slowly rocked forward. The motion pushed his dick hard against his belly. The lips of her tight cunt caught either side of his length and straddled it like she straddled his hips.

The sensation was amazing. Each time she pushed forward, his dick would rub along the heated flesh before his tapered tip would grind firmly against the hard nub of flesh at their apex. When she pulled back, it engulfed his knot in a downy soft blanket of well groomed fur.

It was intense.

Almost too much.

Mike's dick throbbed more. His desire only increased. When they met nine months ago, he never thought they'd end up like this, as much as he had hoped. And now all of it was going to pay off.

Nikki leaned in and changed the angle of her hips that worked over her husband's throbbing member. This time, when she thrust forward, his cock tip traced her entrance. Their muzzles met in another sloppy kiss as she pulled her hips back one more time. This time her fiery sex quivered directly over his knot. It applied the right kind of pressure.

Mike tensed up under his wife and gasped into the kiss.

The wolf's hips quivered as his balls surged. It was too much. Michael whined, long and low, muffled by his wife's muzzle, before his length exploded. The first spurt sent a long, musky string of cum along Mike's belly. The kiss broke suddenly and Nikki leaned back. It was the wrong move as it only intensified matters.

The male wolf's dick throbbed heavily between them as shot after shot, Mike's load was wasted on his chest and stomach. His head leaned back as he moaned through clenched teeth.

This couldn't be happening! Not now of all times. He had never had a hair trigger, and considering the grinding and fondling they had been doing, he wouldn't have lasted this long if he had one. That didn't change the fact that his balls were emptying, and not while he was tied to his virgin wife.

The wolf didn't want to open his eyes when his climax subsided. How could he let something like that happen? He was so close. And now, their 'first' time will always be a bad memory to the female. Of course, she'd tell all her friends just how bad and they'd all have a great laugh too.

After a moment of silence, he finally opened his eyes.

"Mmmm," Nikki said as she looked down at her husband's spent cock and the mess on his chest. She looked back at him and perked a brow, "We definitely need to work on your haggling skills before we shop tomorrow."

Mike was panting hard when he came to his senses. That had been too intense...and sudden. He didn't mean to cum. He looked down at the mess on his chest and blushes hard, ears splayed wide. How humiliating. He never had that problem before. He looked bashfully back up at her.

"I'm...so sorry, hon," the wolf said softly. "Heh...I don't know what happened."

She grinned playfully and rolled to her side next to lie next to him, "I'm just too much bitch for you."

Nikki was always so reassuring to the wolf and he suddenly didn't feel so bad. He stuck his tongue out at her anyway, "Just wait until I sleep this jet lag off." He made a show of his yawn and suddenly stretched to press his messy chest against her.

"Yeah. Jet lag's a ki..." Nikki tensed up when she felt her husband's wet fur mingle with her own. She laughed and swatted him, "You dog."

Mike leaned in and nuzzled her. He couldn't believe how calming she was on him. He no longer felt embarrassed, "Tell that to the mess you left on my sheath."

They kissed again, savoring the moment while it lasted. It left them both dreary, eyes heavy as they watched each other.

"You know," Mike began through a yawn which made his voice change in pitch for a moment before returning to normal afterwards. "I hear first times are much better when both parties aren't exhausted."

"Oh yeah?" Nikki yawned as well, the sensation contagious.

Mike nodded quickly, grinding his head into the pillow, "It's a proven fact, scientific tests and all." He stretched again and closed his eyes, "I'll show you tomorrow."

Nikki smirked as her husband drifted off to sleep. The poor guy worried too much. If he had known any better, he'd know how pleasured she was, even if there was no penetration. The female wolf's smirk turned to a genuine smile as she watched her new husband. She really was lucky and knew it. She didn't view herself as the prize, like she knew everyone else did. He was.

And she was eager to show him how much.

Why were there _so_many people?!

Mike had thought he would get over it, but he just couldn't. He found himself paying more attention to the crowd around him, then his wife or her shopping. It was so early and still this kind of crowded.

Mike and Nikki had woken up early with hopes of avoiding the heat and the crazy traffic. She was so eager to shop and had remembered the crocodile's words about the old part of Delhi. Who was he to deny her? He barely had time to get dressed before she dragged him out.

Of course, all their efforts were for naught.

The place was packed. It made Mike miss the airport. It at least permitted movement. And it blocked out the sun. For having just risen, the sun was bearing down on them and made the place a sweltering sauna. There was no point in trying to stay cool, the wolf discovered. His fur was already getting heavy on his form.

No wonder there were no other wolves around.

No long furred creatures of any kind, for that matter.

Mike watched the growing crowd around the marketplace as he maintained contact with his wife. It mostly consisted of felines, short furred leopards and panthers. Horses were another big one, it seemed. They weren't quite as exotic to the lupine though as they were everywhere. Back home, his best friend was a horse. There were also a large amount of smooth skinned critters too, mostly crocodiles with the occasional iguana thrown into the mix for good measure. It was easy to tell the tourist.

The scents were the worst though. Mike wasn't a huge fan of felines, but that was something he kept to himself. He wasn't one to wear his ignorance on his sleeve. There wasn't anything _bad_in particular. They were just...stupid.

And god damn, could they stink.

Mike started to pant as he continued following Nikki from store to store, regardless of the distasteful looks he got from the locals. The wolf guessed that panting was yet another thing this culture frowned upon. He really didn't care at the moment.

Nikki stood in front of a display of perfumes and jewelry off to the corner. It looked like the end of the market, at least for this street. Mike couldn't be more grateful. He already carried three bags - two full of clothes and one with a fancy new purse. The wolf still cringed at the way he had to get them. It was all about haggling; creating an uncomfortable situation for little gain. And it was left on his shoulders. This place had very little respect towards women. He'd rather pay the ten dollars.

Or rubles, or pesos or whatever it was they were using for this shit.

Mike's mood was souring, but he tried hard to keep it at bay. The swelling crowd and increasing heat made it incredibly difficult. He approached the tent and looked over the leopard inside. The lupine sucked his lips between his teeth to prevent himself from making a face. It was the second leopard today.

Why a fucking feline? Why couldn't it have been another horse? The second store owner had been one and they ended up with quite a deal. At least, it seemed that way. The wolf didn't care either way, anymore.

It was time to haggle again.

"I want this," Nikki said to her husband with the tone of a conspirator.

The female wolf pointed at a beautiful necklace made from a black stone that Mike couldn't quite detail. He knew she'd look amazing wearing it though. Then again, she looked amazing in everything.

Mike nodded his head and looked at the store owner. The leopard stared off for a moment, as if he hadn't noticed them or just didn't care. The wolf sighed and pointed to the necklace, "How much?"

A dull, glassy gaze caught his attention as he pointed at the necklace. They held his for a moment, then darted to the side to regard his wife, then looked back at Mike.

"For the pretty lady," the leopard said.

"Yes," Mike said. "How much?"

This was how it always started. They had such broken English. It was obvious that the item was for the 'pretty lady'.

"For the pretty lady," the leopard said again and approached with a grin.

Was this guy stupid? Mike had to wonder. The eyes remained distant and dull, with a fine layer of gloss that sparkled when he came into the sunlight. Perhaps he was on something. Wasn't opium big in this area? He didn't know how else to say it, so he tried something else.

"I'll...give....you...." Mike spoke slowly, as if that would help the stupid leopard understand better. As he spoke, he held up a bill, glancing at it quickly, "this....for necklace." He gestured toward the necklace.

The leopard nodded, "For pretty lady?"

Mike narrowed his eyes as the leopard ignored his offer. Isn't that how you haggled? There was definitely something wrong with this guy. The wolf was getting annoyed.

"Yes," Mike nodded quickly, "For the pretty lady." He held up the bill again.

"Deal!" The leopard grinned with an animated wave of his paw, "The necklace for the pretty lady!"

"What the hell?" Mike was getting fed up. They could find another necklace. He shook his head and turned towards his wife. "Let's try another...."

Before Mike could finish, strong paws came from the surging crowd and grabbed his wife. They were fast and dragged her away, into the throng of swelling bodies. Nikki managed a soft squeal before she was gone, her voice drowned out by the surging crowd and calling shopkeepers.

It took the wolf a moment to realize what had happened. His wife was gone, napped by phantom paws in the roaring crowd. As the bodies continued to move, he caught a quick glimpse of white fur. A large male tiger in an expensive black suit led his wife toward a black town car parked along the street.

What the hell was happening?

Mike jumped into the rapid flow, mindlessly pushing himself toward his wife. He dropped the bags, forgotten by the shop as he swam through the roaring rapids. Every body he pushed against pushed back and he stumbled, tripped and fought the flow. He kept sight on his wife and strange tiger.

Unlike him, the crowd seemed to part for the two, making their trip to the car much faster. Nikki looked frightened and struggled in the tiger's grip as she glanced from side to side quickly, probably in search of him.

"Nikki!"

He heard her whimper when they reached the car and saw she doubled her efforts to get away, but the tiger was just too strong. The wolf got one last look at Nikki, her paws gripping the edge of the open door as she pushed back against the large tiger before she was forced into the car. Mike broke through the wall of locals and stumbled against the town car's trunk.

"Nikki!" Mike panted as he supported himself on the tiger's car. His entire form shook while his fists pounded on the trunk, "Give her back..."

The tiger smirked, and spoke in perfectly English, with an arrogant purr, "A deal's a deal, kid."

"What?" Mike was confused but quickly ran to the still open door regardless, "Nikki!" He reached in for her, touched her paw even, before strong paws gripped him. One instant, he's got his paws on his wife and the next, he's weightless. He had the impression his feet were walking on the deep blue sky instead of on the heavy dry earth before he landed hard on his back. The wolf's lungs were suddenly emptied of their life giving air.

"Necklace for the pretty lady. Enjoy it," the tiger said before he got into the car and slammed the door.

Michael was up and after them instantly. He managed to get his paws onto the trunk before the car speed away. A moment later, it looked like the crowd had completely swallowed the black sedan and left the wolf quite literally in their dust.

Mike glanced around before he saw a nearby store front. He quickly stood up on the display table to look over the crowd of bodies, much to the chagrin of the old croc running the place. A slur of Hindi assaulted the lupine, but he ignored it as he watched the car gain more distance. A moment later, it turned the corner and was out of sight.

His wife was gone.

What just happened?

The wolf jumped from the table and ran through the crowd. This time, no one could stop him. It was either move out of the way or be bowled over. He kept his eyes on the road the car turned down, even as he dodged around a body here or a cart there. As he turned the corner, a sharp glint of bright light reflected off dark metal further up the road before it turned down yet another street.

This road had less people and allowed the wolf to run full speed. Thankfully, the car was traveling at a slow pace or he'd never have seen it. He didn't let anything slow him down either; the heat and the hard sand was nothing compared to his desire to retrieve his wife. When he tripped, he threw himself into the fall. Instead of falling to all fours, he rolled with it and was back up and running again.

The next road was even more barren of people. The buildings on either side quickly gave way to a large structure at the very end of the street. It was much larger than the rest of the buildings he'd seen on this side of the river. The wolf saw the black sedan slow down before a set of large iron gates. As Mike ran towards the idling car, the gates began to open.

"Hey!" Mike howled, "Stop! We didn't make a trade!"

The gates opened wide, mechanized in some way, and allowed the car to pass through. Michael threw himself forward, every muscle in his body aching under the cooking heat from above and the strain he pushed them through. His tongue flew in the wind as he ran, and ignored the taste of dust that soon filled his muzzle.

The gates began to close.

A slow mechanical whir filled the air as gears spun together and slowly forced the gates movement. The car drove on, ignorant of the wolf's presence, or just not caring. Mike saw his chance drifting away as the car got further away and the gates got slower to embracing in an impenetrable hug.

He wasn't going to make it.

Mike reached the gate just as they clanged close with the support only iron can provide. The wolf hit the fence hard, out of breath and barely capable of holding himself up. His legs shook under their own weight.

"Hey!" Mike watched the car drive away from the fence and hit it with a balled up paw. He didn't feel it and hit it again as if that would get their attention, "Hey!" The wolf growled, this time lined with a low whine. He pushed himself away from the gate, "Fuck!"

Beyond the fence, the black sedan continued up a dirt driveway to what could only be described as a palace. It wasn't some kind of Taj Mahal, but huge regardless. There were no towers or anything like that; no moat. It was definitely out of place among the dirt lined houses along the rest of the street, or even in old Delhi for that matter. Maybe that's why it had a heavy duty fence surrounding it.

Michael felt suddenly faint. He was amazed that he was able to outrun the heat and fatigue, but it finally caught up with him and brought him down hard to his rump. Hard metal met his head when he leaned back against the fence, a little harder than anticipated. Dark clouds tickled the edge of his vision and made him suddenly very aware of the sun and just how thirsty he was. None of it was mixing well with his heavy coat.

Oh...no, the wolf thought. The unspoken words echoed in his head. I'm going to pass out.

And doing that meant certain death. Who would help an unconscious foreigner, especially in a land like this? Insane visions of his body, found half devoured and violated by the locals played through his mind. They practiced cannibalism around here, right? And they were hungry; starving. He had to laugh.

It was the last thing Michael did before he fell into the numb embrace of unconsciousness.

Cool.

It was all the wolf knew, lost somewhere in the darkness.

Cool and wet.

A new sensation.

Liquid flowed along the sharp angle of his forehead, down along the sensitive cartilage of his ear. It tickled and he flicked it. Soon, more had followed suit and forced him to wiggle his ear again.

It was so cold. And wet.

Not hot and miserable!

Mike gasped, eyes opened wide. He frantically looked around as he pushed himself back into a couch. He brushed the paws away from his face and growled low, confused and disoriented.

A quick glance around found a young jackal looking back at him. The soft angle along the canine's muzzle and ears hinted of feminine delicacy. Her attire was light and airy, but not a pair of pants and a t-shirt. It fit loosely to her slim form.

"Hello." Her voice matched her looks, sweet and gentle.

"Where am I?" Mike asked with a dry voice. The cold that soaked his forehead was nowhere near his muzzle. A cup appeared, held by spotted paw, and tilted its contents towards the wolf's mouth. He sat up a little and drank slowly. The chill shocked him as it soothed the barren desert his throat had become.

"In my house," the young jackal replied. "I found you unconscious at Harim's gate."

"Harim?" the wolf asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. His head didn't like that. It retaliated with sharp stabs to his skull. He groaned and lay back down, "Is he the bastard that has my wife?"

"Harim has many wives," the jackal snickered and brought the wet cloth to the wolf's forehead again. She allowed him to hold onto the cup of water, which he eagerly drank again.

The cup left his muzzle in need of a refill. He set it aside and groaned as his head still didn't much like this consciousness business, "What's...that supposed to mean?"

The female only giggled and left the wolf to wonder as his host disappeared into another room. Running water soon came to the wolf's ears. When she returned, she had another cup of cool water and a wet cloth. This time, she just gave it to the wolf.

"Drape that over your forehead if you want to avoid the headache," the jackal said. "You have a nasty case of heat stroke, but I think you'll survive."

Mike leaned back again. His head hurt too much to do much else. He draped the cloth over his eyes and let the cold wet soak into them. It felt good. He let the darkness take him again, but not to the point of unconsciousness.

"It's rare to meet a homeless American here," the female said in a smooth tone that came to his ears through the dark. Her English was remarkable, considering the dark, obviously Indian accent behind each word. Her fur was short, brown...and ugly. There was no other word for it. She was obviously a local. Regardless, it did little to hide the natural beauty of the female.

At least she had a friendly smile.

"It should be rare to find any American's here," Mike replied, not bothering to hide his distaste for his current surroundings. "It should be rare to find anyone here!"

"Some people call here home," the female replied.

Mike groaned again, but he felt better when the cloth moved from his eyes. The sting of heat frustration was gone, but the wolf was still dangerously thirsty. He took another long drink from the cup and drained it once more.

"So do all American's like to sleep in the sun or are you weird?"

Mike really hoped she wasn't as stupid as the shop keeper. A quick thought back on that made the wolf realize perhaps the shop keeper wasn't that stupid. He wasn't with his wife anymore, after all.

His wife!

Mike left the question unanswered as he caught the jackal's shoulders, "I need help! My wife's been kidnapped." The wolf was coming to his senses. He was in trouble here. "How long have I been out?"

The jackal tried to lean back, away from the hold the wolf had on her. He let her go. He wasn't a threat and didn't intend to cause the canine any discomfort. She had helped him. He would probably be dead, or just waking up and wishing he were dead, if she hadn't helped him.

"Sorry," he said, holding up his paws in a defenseless manner, "I didn't mean to frighten you. My name is Mike."

"Jas," the girl replied, her friendly smile returning, "And is that why you were sleeping outside Harim's gate? He...took your wife?"

"Yes!" Mike nodded quickly. Perhaps she was an exception or the wolf had greatly underestimated the intelligence of these locals.

Jas only nodded her head and thought for a moment, "Was she..."

"An American too, yes," Mike finished her sentence. He felt the tightness of panic on his neck again.

Jas just smirked, "A wolf, I mean. Was she a wolf, like you?"

"Yes," Mike nodded quickly, "A wolf like me."

"MmHm," Jas nodded. "Harim has a taste for the...exotic."

The wolf could only nod as he listened to the female. Exotic tastes? What did that mean? What was he going to do to his wife?

"I need your help," Mike found himself speaking slowly, as if the jackal couldn't speak his language, "Can you help me?"

Jas laughed at the slight paw gestures the wolf made, as if patting his chest were the universal sign for 'help me'. The female was reminded of Tarzan. She really hoped he didn't start talking to her like that. There was only so much offense one could take. She reached out and caught his paw, giving it a squeeze.

"I understand that, Mike," she was sweet. "But you need to make sure you're well first. You've only been out for about an hour. Don't worry. I'm helping."

Mike panted, words still not coming in his panic, "The police..."

The jackal shook her head, "If you want, we'll go see the police. They won't be of any help to you. They're useless here, but if it makes you feel better, we'll go. First, you need to make sure you're OK for such a trip. You can't push yourself like you did."

Mike's nose wrinkled a bit at the stench of himself as well. The wolf had never wanted to shave himself more then he did at that moment. He imagined he'd look a lot like the jackal now tending to him.

"Alright," Mike said as he relaxed again, "Alright. Thank you." He looked up at the jackal, "Why did you help me?"

"Ever smell a dead body in the sun?" Jas cringed as she said it. Mike shook his head, "It stinks."

It wasn't much longer before the wolf felt completely better again, no longer sore or achy from his bout of heat stress. Mike sat on the couch, nursing his third cup of water, when Jas returned. Her clothes were still light, but now much more colorful. A dark blue top covered her breasts, but not much else as it hugged her chest. Nothing covered her stomach which revealed firm muscles that led in even rows down to the baggy pants that hung low on her hips. Regardless of recent events, Mike found himself staring. He couldn't help himself. He_was_ male, after all.

"You look like you're about to grant me three wishes," the wolf said with a snicker, reminded of a bad TV show about a genie he had seen as a pup. He set the cup aside and stood up.

Jas just snickered and shook her head, "Wrong country. Although, I could show you some amazing rubbing techniques, I don't think it would result with the appearance of a genie." She slowly looked him over and winked. She got the joke, "Come on, pilgrim. Let's go get the cavalry."

Regardless of nationality, her southern accent was damn impressive. Mike couldn't help but laugh despite his situation. It felt good. It actually cleared his head a bit more. It helped relax the timid lupine.

Jas led him from her house. It was probably two doors down from where the heavy gates sat like a quiet monolith. They never looked more foreboding. And what lay beyond sent shivers through the wolf. Having the jackal at his side should help greatly.

The police should get this all cleared up.

There were still so many people!

In the police station, there was standing room only, just like everywhere else in that miserable country. The American wolf fidgeted after the door closed behind him. It had such a feeling of finality that his fur bristled. He couldn't shake the sensation he was trapped. It only added to the rest of the helpless, inferior sensations.

Michael looked around frantically, trying to figure out what he was going to do. Signs displaying Hindi hung on the wall, but were useless to the lupine. Everyone pushed to get at the front for help; to the two horses working the desk. It really was the cavalry. They should have looked overwhelmed, but they really didn't seem to care. Apathy clearly painted their faces as they slowly wrote down whatever was being said to them.

Not that the wolf could understand anything being said. Mike decided if there was an opposite of the English language, Hindi was definitely it.

Mike was panicked though and wanted to push his way through the crowd, but the timid wolf held back. What would he say when he got to the front anyway?

I traded my wife for a necklace!

Yeah. That would work great for him.

The wolf imagined the guards laughing as he told the story. At least, if they understood a word he said.

It had been Nikki's idea to come here. Perhaps getting kidnapped would teach her a lesson. Perhaps going back to the hotel was the right idea. He imagined himself saying Told Ya So when she stumbled back to him. Who doesn't like saying that? The thought brought a devious grin to his muzzle, but then he realized she might not come back at all.

Or if she did, it probably wouldn't be the same innocent female he married.

And her virginity was his, damn it!

Mike looked around, getting more and more flustered with the squiggly signs and more of the throat clearing. And the stench. My god the stench. It was an unappealing cattle stench; a mixture of equine and bovine that made his muzzle clench and nose wrinkle. It had nowhere to go in the enclosed room. Windows weren't just a luxury to the western world, were they? The smell only grew and made the wolf's anxiety levels to do the same. Too many people made the lupine want to run home and hide under the covers. That would do him well. His empty wedding bed would only remind him of the previous night and his failure to perform his husbandly duties; to finally take what was given to him.

Mike felt just like a pup, his confidence beat into submission by repeated failures. Not only had he failed to perform last night, but he failed to haggle today. The wolf actually managed to barter his wife. Who does that on their honeymoon? Surely not a man.

Thoughts of the tiger that took her made the wolf insides hot with anger and humiliation. He failed even to stop a fucking cat, pushed away like some weak prey.

The nightmare only got worse.

The door behind him burst open and more bodies flooded the overflowing room. It wasn't big enough for everyone as it was, but that didn't stop the newcomers. They pushed in, and gathered the wolf into their midst. Mike was pushed into the maelstrom further, barking out as someone stepped on his foot and someone else elbowed him in the ribs.

The wolf started to hyperventilate.

There were just too many people.

Police be damned. This was too much. There was no help here. The stench and the crowd made the wolf start to growl.

Even here, he failed.

The wolf started to push back against the people in an attempt to make it to the exit. For a moment, the sensation that he'd be lost here for a while terrified the lupine, but he broke free and found himself pressed against the exit. His shaky paws worked the knob until the sun caught his thick fur and he was out.

Panting helped control the queasy feeling in his guts, yet the wolf nearly retched. He stumbled from the police station and would have fallen to his knees if he hadn't caught himself against the near by wall. He drooled openly in an attempt to keep his breakfast down. A snicker to his right caught his attention.

Jas stood there, arms crossed over her chest. The jackal looked amused at his suffering. It gained a growl from the lupine, who stood on shaky legs.

"That seems to have been worth it," the female teased. "Are they going to get out and find your wife?'

Mike narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything, finding the joke unfunny.

"Look," Jas continued. "I told you it wouldn't do you any good to come here, so don't go growling at me." The jackal spoke in a non-confrontational way. She wasn't rubbing it in. "The embassy is going to be the same way. Let me help you."

"How can you help?" Mike regained some of his composure, swallowing his anxiety the best he could. It was all hopeless. He felt on the verge of tears.

"Look around you," Jas replied. "What did your wife have that's so special?"

The wolf thought about the white wolf, her blue eyes, unique for a wolf, and angular markings. A piece of Mike still wondered how he got lucky enough to even end up talking to someone of such beauty, let alone marrying them. After glancing over the mingling people, he looked back at the jackal.

"She was beautiful?" Mike replied.

"Gee, thanks stud," Jas responded playfully. Mike had to admit, the jackal wasn't really ugly at all. His first impression had been through a haze of heat frustration. Everything was ugly at that point. In fact, her looks could rival his wife's easily, except for the fur.

That wasn't it.

"Sorry," the wolf blushed.

"Have another look," the easy going jackal said.

Mike looked again, across the crowd of bovines, crocs, and leopards. A tiger or jackal peppered the crowd here and there, even a few horses. There wasn't a single critter with long fur; no wolves.

"There aren't any wolves," Mike said absentmindedly, still looking for a fellow lupine.

"Exactly!" Jas replied with a grin and wag in her tail.

Mike looked back at his companion. He was still confused, obviously, "How does that help me?"

"Harim likes exotic women," the jackal said.

The mention of the bastard that took his wife made the wolf tense a bit, cringe even. Mike tried to stop the growl, but failed. Jas laughed, but it wasn't at the wolf. It was something else. She slowly unwound the silk scarf that draped over her neck.

"If Harim wants an exotic woman," the jackal began, and placed the silk scarf over the wolf's shoulders before slowly veiling it over his muzzle. Mike felt his spine go cold as he finally understood the plan, moments before Jas' hot breath whispered softly into his ear. "Then we give him an exotic woman."

It was dark when they approached Harim's manor.

Michael and Jas slowly made their way up the path from the iron gates that protected Harim's manor. The jackal knew what to say tot he guard to get him to open the gates for them. Michael, or Michelle as Jas had started to call him, followed quietly behind his female companion, worried he would give away his rouse. As they got closer, he could see just how large it actually was. It either had two large floors or three normal floors. Either way, it stood out among the rest of the buildings as he had noticed before.

Someone of power and wealth lived here.

Jas seemed to know some stuff about Harim. Apparently you don't get rich and powerful without people knowing stuff. And everyone around knew a harem was another sign of such power. The walk was short before they saw the large doors loom before them.

The wolf looked down at himself. He was dressed in a similar fashion to Jas, with elegant cloths wrapped around him, bright and pretty. His stomach was on display between the top hugging his chest and the baggy pants hanging off his hips. All the proper areas were baggy enough to hide certain things. Mike hated to admit what Jas already told him.

He looked damn good as a female.

His face was hidden behind a veil to make him appear more mysterious. It also hid his identity in case the harem master had seen what he looked like. The costume worked better then it should have. Of course, the wolf's slim frame helped matters, as did the padded bra that clung to his shoulders. The wolf tried to ignore how good it felt to have the smooth silk rubbing against his sheath. Regardless of how believable he was, the lupine was a big ball of open nerves. What if this didn't work? What would he do then?

The plan was simple enough. Get in and get out. Jas was going to play as if she had found a female wolf interested in joining Harim's harem. Then, once infiltrated, Mike would find his wife and get the fuck out. The 'getting out' part was going to be tricky, but the wolf figured he would worry about it when the time came.

They stood before the doors now. Jas turned to look at him, "Ready for this?"

Mike exhaled slowly before his head bobbed in a nod, "Alright." Another slow inhale did little to ease his nerves.

Jas knocked on the door.

The sound was like a hammer forcing nails into his coffin. Footsteps echoed from the other side as the heavy door before they swung open with a screech that made the wolf grind his teeth. The darkness on the other side was soon broken by the large gray features of a rhino.

He looked over both of them, but let his eyes linger on the wolf incognito. He snorted when he looked back at Jas and spoke quickly. The wolf was still amazed they were speaking words and not just spitting on each other. Jas pointed at him, her voice rising. The rhino looked at him again before his attention was back on the jackal. They were quiet for a moment before the rhino finally nodded his head. The guard closed the door in the jackal's face.

"What's going on?" Mike said quickly, his hopes sinking. They didn't want him.

"Don't worry," Jas replied and flashed a grin at him. "We've made a deal."

A deal?

Mike was about to ask that very question, but bit his tongue as the doors opened. The rhino was back and he held out his large paw. The money he offered Jas looked more like play cash then actual money, dully colored in blues, purples, and pink. It was the same money he expected to use to buy his wife a necklace. Jas turned with a grin the wolf never expected to see on the female. There was something off about it. It was the grin of someone that is making out like a bandit. She held up the cash, waving it at the wolf with a wink.

"Good bye, Michelle," Jas said before she walked away.

Mike was speechless. Had Jas just sold him? They discussed it like he would be volunteering. This wasn't volunteering though. Had he been tricked? Jas turned back toward him before she could get too far and wiggled her fingers in a final wave before she turned her back on the disguised wolf.

A heavy paw landed on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. The wolf's back went rigid as he nearly jumped out of his fur. He looked over at the gray paw that held him. A heavily accented voice spoke as he was guided by that grip through the doors.

"Come."

The doors closed behind them.

A deal was a deal.

It didn't matter though. Jas was forgotten as the wolf followed the rhino through the large halls. He was inside. It was meaningless how he got in, just that he was. A part of him was still impressed with the jackal. She got him in and probably made a pretty good penny doing it.

The hall was magnificent. The wolf never imagined seeing anything like it in this hellhole. The walkway was lined by large, white pillars that looked as if they supported the weight of the floor above. By the height of the ceiling, the wolf figured there were only two floors instead of the three he previously thought. Along one wall was a large red couch that looked invitingly soft. A porcelain vase stood against the opposite wall with brilliantly colored flowers on display.

Mike stopped to look at his surroundings until the rhino pushed him along, "Walk."

The wolf stumbled forward and continued to follow the large male. A closed door met them at the end of the hall. The rhino pulled a key from his pocket and turned it in the lock. The door opened slowly and revealed the harem beyond.

It was a large room. The hall was small by comparison. In the middle was a pool with sparkling blue water that looked invitingly cool. Around it sat cushy chairs and couches. Thick curtains hung over the windows and prevented the sunlight from bringing its heat in, not that it was a problem at the moment.

But none of this impressed the wolf as much as the occupants. Jas had been right. Harim had a sweet tooth for the exotic, and the American in general. A female bear floated nude in the pool. Water dripped from her form as she pulled herself free of it, eyes on the new addition to the harem. A fox sat next to the pool, her book forgotten as she regarded Mike. She didn't seem impressed and quickly went back to reading. There was a raccoon and a cougar as well. There were no local species.

The wolf tried not to stare as he looked over the five occupants. He didn't need any awkward bulges giving away his true identity. It was bad enough having the soft silk dragging over his sheath, now this?

Michael's heart skipped a beat as he saw the white wolf. His wife sat in the corner with her attention on the window. She didn't bother to look in his direction. He wanted to run to her, to take her in his arms and just walk through the wall to freedom, but he didn't. The disguise had to remain complete. It wouldn't do him any good to get this far only to get thrown out before he could even touch his wife.

So close now.

"In you go," the guard said and shoved the wolf.

Michael caught himself on all fours. He was relieved to hear the heavy doors close behind him, but it was short lived. The click of the lock echoed in his ears as the rhino left him a part of the harem. He'd worry about that later as he had more important business at paw.

The wolf tried to act as natural as possible, uneasy as he moved into the room. He imagined that was the way someone in his position would act. Even that was hard. He was just excited to get to his wife, but didn't forget to be cautious. Who knew if he was being monitored?

He looked from the naked bear to the reading fox, then over the coon and the cougar. There were only four members to this harem, besides his wife. The wolf wondered if any of them had been traded for a necklace as well. If they had, they didn't act as if they didn't want to be there.

"More, huh?" the wolf heard the cougar say to the raccoon. "He hasn't even sampled the other one yet."

Michael had never been so relieved! She hadn't been 'sampled' yet. She was untouched, for the most part at least. She no longer wore the blouse and jeans she had on when they left the hotel this morning. Instead, she was dressed more like Jas.

And himself.

He wanted to break into a run and clear the distance to his wife. He kept control and walked around as if inspecting the place. He could feel the others watching him, but he didn't make any eye contact. He didn't want to talk to any of them. He was the 'new girl'. It got all their attention except from his wife.

Nikki never looked away from the window.

Mike sat down next to her. She pulled herself away from him without taking her eyes from the window.

"Still not letting dirty hounds mount you?"

The white ears perked and she finally pulled her gaze from the window, letting the heavy curtain fall back in place, "Mike?"

The wolf held up a finger, "Shhh..." He winked, "It's Michelle."

Nikki didn't care. She had her arms around him and trembled. He could hear the quiver in her voice, "My god! What happened?" She pressed closer, "They just took me! And...why are you dressed like that? Where are the cops?"

"Long story," Mike shook his head, "Apparently, I traded you for a necklace. And I'd probably still be waiting in line at the police department as we speak."

Nikki didn't reply for a moment, then poked him in the side with a sharp finger that made Mike jump.

"You're really bad at this haggling stuff, you know that? Why did you trade me for a necklace?" Nikki said, but smiled. "I'm worth at least two of those necklaces."

Mike laughed despite himself and their current situation. He could tell she was scared, but the relief that he was there showed in every part of her. It warmed him. Maybe he wasn't bad at this husband thing.

"Cause it wouldn't be a true honeymoon unless I dressed up like a chick and rescued you from another man."

Michael winked. He didn't want to let her go and continued to hold her tightly. The eyes of the others watched intently, but he didn't care. Screw his cover. He had his wife. Nikki reached up and removed Mike's veil before they shared a kiss, oblivious to the murmurs around them.

"Well isn't that fucking hot."

Their moment was shattered.

The kiss broke as quickly as it started, both wolves looking towards the voice. The large tiger that had taken his wife from him stood in the doorway to the room. The other girls were alerted to his presence. They already knelt adoringly at his feet.

Shit.

The wolves didn't move a muscle. Mike stared at the large tiger while Nikki seemed to cower away again. He moved himself slightly in front of her as the tiger strolled into the room. The husband silently preyed his cover wasn't blown now that the veil was removed.

This had to be Harim. If he hadn't been _oozing_strength and power, the crawling girls would have been a dead giveaway. The tiger ignored them all, his attention fully on the two wolves in the corner. His grin was mean and made Mike's hackles rise. The wolf couldn't believe he still held the tiger's gaze. He had always known it to be a challenge and this tiger was the last creature he wanted to challenge.

"I never expected to get one wolf," the tiger began without any sign of recognition when he eyed Mike. "Let alone two. And for them to get along so well? It really is my lucky day. Is the kissing like...some kind of wolf thing?"

Harim couldn't cover his accent, but that didn't do anything to belie his elegant tone. Not only was this guy powerful, but he was intelligent as well; educated and dangerous. The cat knew what he was doing. The tiger's presence unnerved the wolf and made a growl grow in his throat.

"Oooh," the tiger purred. "I like 'em feisty."

Harim stood in the middle of the large room and looked over at the two wolves as the girls clawed at his pants. They chanted around him, some in English, but all begging. It was obvious why the tiger was there and they wanted to be selected. He never took his eyes off the wolves though.

Harim signaled with a paw. Another large rhino appeared. Mike couldn't tell if it was the same one that led him here or not, but he was definitely just as big. They all looked alike.

The tiger's paw then pointed at the wolves, "Those two. I think they'll keep me company tonight."

The room they were led to was large, but that seemed to be a common theme in Harim's mansion. Even though the bed was larger than anything either wolf had seen, it did little to fill the space. The chests and chairs did little to help. It was all so magnificent. Was this tiger some kind of royalty? Maybe some kind of politician?

Mike wasn't impressed. Mike was scared. This was supposed to be a get in, get out kind of plan. He was never supposed to bump into Harim. Being in the tiger's room was definitely not anticipated. The wolf's mind was going a million miles a minute as it tried to compute a solution to this.

There wasn't one.

What happens in situations like this? He was like a fox caught in a hen house. This tiger thought he was a female and expected him to fulfill a female's obligations. Mike could only play the part so far.

A quick glance around the room didn't give the wolf any ideas either. They could probably fit through the windows, but they were on the second floor now. The fall would be devastating. The only other means of escape was the door, which the rhino made sure wasn't an option. Both wolves heard the click of a lock.

They were trapped.

When they heard the rhino walk away, Nikki was in his arms again. He could feel her tremble. He hoped he wasn't trembling against her as well. It wasn't the husband's place to be scared.

"What are we going to do?" Nikki asked, her head pressed against the crook of his neck.

Mike rested his muzzle over her own and gently rubbed along her back, "I don't know. We'll figure it out."

"What are _you_going to do?"

Mike thought about that a bit. He was going to be found out. You could only play 'Hide the Sheath' for so long. It was going to be impossible if the tiger stripped him.

That's it!

Mike needed to keep his clothing on. That shouldn't be too hard. Forcing him would be illegal. Right? Rape should be illegal. So should the trade of people.

Mike went to the door and tried that knob. As expected, it didn't budge. He glanced back at Nikki, who was looking around the room now. She seemed impressed by her surroundings, regardless of the situation. A paw trailed over the surface of the bed as she walked to a nearby chest. The wolf wanted to promise her things would be ok; that she wouldn't be touched.

Something at the back of his mind nagged at him. A small thought he needed to keep from turning to full blown panic. The wolf watched his wife silently. Things weren't hopeless yet. The tiger was way too big for the wolf to attack, probably for both wolves to attack. That left one option.

If Harim didn't pick his wife, she would remain untouched.

The thought made Michael's tail curl between his legs. The wolf had never thought of another male in a sexual way. If anything, he could call his views on the subject old fashioned. It was just wrong. So was letting some other man fuck your wife.

Mike definitely wasn't going to let that happen. This was one deal he needed to make. The thought sort of made him sick. He was going to have to barter himself. Sell himself in trade for his wife.

But then he'd lose his little game and his sheath would be found.

"There're my wolves," the tiger growled from the now open doorway, his eyes on Mike. The wolf turned to face the large tiger. "All this time and I've never had a single wolf. Now I have two."

Harim closed the door behind him and once again sealed the lupines to their fate. He walked to the bed with a confident gait and sat down at the foot of it. Dark eyes watched Nikki before they turned back to Mike.

Dread filled the male wolf when those eyes returned to the beautiful female wolf after only a mere moment. He began to shake a bit. Here was another confrontation, something the timid wolf thrived to avoid. This time, it seemed unavoidable, unfortunately. And he was at a disadvantage. The tiger seemed to fancy the white wolf.

That wasn't good.

"You both look so appetizing," the tiger teased. "But I'm only male, and getting older at that. I can probably only handle one of you tonight." He exhaled slowly, eyeing the white wolf, "I _so_love being watched though, to feel those envious eyes staring at my dick going in and out of a hot bitch."

Michael began to pant despite him self; despite the situation. His gaze went from the tiger, over to his wife, who stared back at him in disbelief. Uncomfortable was an understatement by this point. The wolf was downright terrified.

"So who's going to watch and who's going to be the hot bitch?" Harim glanced between the two wolves again from his spot on the bed.

Nikki failed at her attempt to sink through the wall, but it didn't stop her from trying. She backed herself into the corner, eyes averted from the tiger. Silently, they pleaded with her husband.

Mike just wished there was something he could do.

A direct attack wouldn't even last ten seconds and probably leave him so beaten that he'd only be able to watch as the tiger had his wife. Mike had never been in a fight before, but imagined it wasn't pleasant. Would he even be able to recover from such a thing? The humiliation of being beaten would be enough, but then to watch that same male have his wife would be unbearable. Then again, to stand back and do nothing was unthinkable. Either way, he'd never forgive himself.

The wolf's paws tightened into fists at his sides, sweaty balls of fingers and claws.

"Alright," the tiger broke the silence. "I can see the two of you are both equal in standing there silently." Harim's eyes rested on the male in women's clothing. "I guess I could always just go for the one that appeals the most to me. Call me old fashioned, but I like a willing participant." That horrible gaze turned to the terrified female; the wolf's wife, "But I'm not opposed to a bit of force to get that participation."

Harim stood from the bed and moved toward Nikki. Mike tensed up, claws digging into the flesh of his palms as his teeth clenched. This man was about to fuck his wife, plain and simple. He had to do something, but his mind failed to come up with a solution. Part of him felt like crying again at the frustration. The wolf had almost rescued her. Instead, he got there just in time to see someone else steal what was his, her virginity.

Mike surprised himself when he moved. It was like autopilot, some mechanical need to protect his female. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he had to do it. A moment later, he placed himself between his wife and the tiger.

The tiger grinned. It showed off every one of his dangerous teeth, fit for devouring every little piece of wolf that got in his way. Any thought of overpowering the beast was quickly chased from the wolf's mind. This was it. The wolf and tiger both knew it.

Time to barter.

Michael leaned in and caught the tiger's chin with a sudden lick. Trailing over the feline's muzzle, the wolf didn't stop until he caught the other male's lips. Before the wolf could retreat, two strong paws caught his rump and squeezed. Mike gasped.

"Now," the tiger growled softly, muzzle inches from the lupine. "This is what I'm talking about."

And that was it. Their lips locked. Michael was kissing another male. He closed his eyes and fought the urge to push away. Ears splayed, red and wide, when the tiger's tongue slipped into his muzzle. His paws moved to Harim's chest and gripped the expensive dress shirt.

Mike could feel the paws on his ass move upwards. They played along his tail for a moment before they found the hem of his silk pants. The baggy cloth was little work for the tiger and provided more than enough room to slip inside. The wolf couldn't catch the whimper when Harim squeezed down.

The kiss left both males panting. Mike glanced over at Nikki, who seemed shocked by what she was watching. He hoped he could silently convey what he was doing, that she would understand why he was doing this. At the moment, she just seemed horrified.

She'd understand. She'd have to.

"That's a good start," the tiger nodded, breathless. "It has been a while since I've had a kiss like that."

Mike's heart raced, a solid drum beat to go along with the tune set by the feline's purrs. It took a moment for the wolf to realize there weren't two paws on his ass anymore and another moment to realize his wrist was being led downward by a firm grip. Disjointed from his body, Mike felt as if he were watching a movie, a _really_bad one. The wolf wanted to pull his paw away, but couldn't. It trailed over the tiger's firm stomach before going lower.

The wolf couldn't take his eyes off the screen as his paw disappeared into the tiger's slacks. He wasn't sure who gasped when his paw came into direct contact with another male's shaft, him or Harim. It may have even been Nikki.

"Squeeze it," the tiger commanded softly.

Mike complied.

Inferior. That was the only emotion Mike felt the moment his finger closed around the tiger's girth. The male was huge and easily dwarfed the wolf in yet another way.

He tried to ignore what was in his paw, but found himself focusing on it. The shape felt similar to his, at least at the base. As the tiger slowly wiggled his hips, it felt like the dick had a layer of sandpaper and his fingers rubbed against the grain.

"Pull it out."

The order hung in the room, heavy enough to leave an odor in its wake. Mike realized it was him. He was scared. He had never even _seen_another male's dick in person, let alone felt one. Now he was standing before this complete stranger, about to release his shaft from the confines of a thousand dollar suit. On his honeymoon, no less.

Harim cleared his throat, an expectant sound. He was someone not used to waiting, especially in this state. His muzzle was against the wolf's ear, hotly panting into it, "Now."

Mike felt his ears burn. A glance at his wife found the female still staring at the two. She watched everything he was doing. He didn't want this to continue, but if he started to perform poorly, the tiger would go for the other wolf in the room. She looked scared enough to comply with the tiger's demands, which is exactly what he found himself doing.

The lupine's paw pulled back, leaving the treasure buried for the moment. Fumbling, his fingers finally figured out the buckle and opened Harim's pants. Mike hesitated when his fingers found the metal tab of the tiger's fly. He _had_to do this. By this point, it was his duty as husband.

And he did.

The pants already looked full to bursting, but the zippers descent relieved the pressure. Thick feline flesh sprung free without anymore fanfare. The tiger didn't bother with underwear. The pants remained up, supported by the tiger's tail, the tailored hole still closed around it. Hanging low, the slacks revealed the soft white fur of the feline's belly and sheath, which hugged the base of the feline's dick like a glove.

Harim reached behind himself and, a moment later, his pants fell to the ground around his ankles. Kicking them aside, the tiger stood nude from the waist down, unashamed. He let Mike stare, and stare he did.

The wolf hardly felt the paw rubbing his ear, or the pressure it applied. His knees felt it though. They bent with little effort until he knelt before the tiger. The cold floor under his knees, the aroused male that stood before him, and an overpowering heady musk left the wolf dazed. It was like a dream, or nightmare, he had no control over.

Mike saw why the tiger's shaft felt like sand paper. His inspection was much easier now that the dick was inches from his muzzle. Small, fleshy bumps lined the sides of the cat's cock that had the wolf worried about disease for a moment, but warts didn't look like hooks.

"Those are my barbs, sweetie," the tiger hissed, the wolf's hot breath doing wonders on his sensitive dick. "They won't bite. Just grip. It holds me in my bitch. Its sort of similar to a dog's knot. You know about canine knots don't you?"

The wolf didn't answer; couldn't answer. He knew all about knots, having had enough exploration of his own. He remembered when his father told him all about what his knot was for. It hadn't been that long ago.

"Oh my..." Harim's paw rubbed firmly between Mike's ears. "You're not a virgin are you?"

Michael didn't answer the question as the words made the wolf's ears glow a deeper red. Did it have to be so painfully obvious? Memories of the night before nagged and teased him as much as the tiger did. He shouldn't be a virgin, yet he was.

That wasn't going to be the case for long.

Soon, the wolf's paw wasn't the only part of him that had touched the tiger's cock. Shaky paws rested on the tiger's knees while his head was guided forward. The tiger's balls were wet, heavy with sweat as they ground against the newlywed husband's nose. The rough cock followed the bridge of the wolf's muzzle until it rested between his splayed ears.

It must have been quite the sight for the wolf's wife. Her husband on his knees, dressed like a female with a cock throbbing between his ears.

Mike didn't know when his lips spread or Harim's length pushed into his muzzle. It became crystal clear when his nose pushed into the tiger's groin, buried into the pubic fur around his sheath. A snarl came from the tiger as his hips rocked. The male wolf groaned when the tiger pulled back and felt the hook like bumps catching his tongue. The wolf gasped for air when his muzzle was empty, but had the tiger's dick down his throat again in no time.

The rhythm continued as Harim took what was his and fucked Mike's muzzle with long, savoring thrusts. Mike was confused. He may have felt disgusted, but the idea hung in his head. If he got the bastard off, he wouldn't have anything left and leave his wife untouched.

Harim's paw took a firm grip of the wolf's scruff. It didn't take much force to keep the wolf's head in place. The feline fucked the canines muzzle, driving into the husband's throat repeatedly. All Mike could do was grip the tiger's knees and hold on for dear life.

The female wolf was forgotten by the time the cock pulled free. The taste was strong in his muzzle, similar to the scent that covered his nose. It was salty and sweet at the same time.

"Now the balls," Harim said. It wasn't a suggestion.

And Mike didn't take it as one. He was licking over the heavy orbs a moment later. The lupine was frightened the tiger wasn't holding him there anymore. The paw was still tangled in his scruff, but he wasn't sure it needed to be there. The taste of sweat was strong on the heavy sack with each lick. The flavor transferred to Mike's tongue where it took root with enough presence the wolf was worried his breath would smell like dick for days to come.

And he found that he didn't care. He told himself that he was doing it to save his wife's innocence, but his own shaft said otherwise. It shouldn't be. He wasn't gay. Was he starting to want this? No, it couldn't be that. He wanted his wife. That was why he was doing this. Right? For his wife.

The lupine kept telling himself that as he was pulled back from the tiger's crotch. He regarded the tiger with half lidded eyes while his hot breath continued to pant over Harim's glistening shaft. Dazed and bothered, the wolf just knelt before the tiger while the larger stud removed fancy button up shirt. It dropped by the lupine and left the feline fully nude.

Mike's jaw dropped at the sight. Harim was magnificent, even from a 'straight' guys point of view. Thick fur coated his body. Bright white fur covered him from chin to groin with the points of alternating stripes hugging around his sides from behind, red, white and black.

"Up," Harim growled with a flick of his head toward the bed behind him. "It's time."

An icicle replaced Mike's spine as he got to his feet. His mind, in a different place, did nothing to attempt to hide the bulge that even his baggy pants wouldn't camouflage. He didn't care.

The wolf didn't care that he wanted another taste either.

It wasn't in the cards. The tiger caught the wolf and led him to the bed. Trembling legs gave way to knees as the wolf knelt upon the soft mattress. Harim's paws were in complete control as they guided the lupine to all fours.

"There's not many better ways to have a female," the tiger teased as his paw played over Mike's rump again.

For a moment, the wolf forgot he was a male too. He was lost. Something about the tiger just made his knees bend and his paws rest hard on the bed. He didn't know when he started to present, but there he was, tail lifted and rump on display to the dominant male behind him, even if it was hidden inside the pants still. Was he still bartering? Was he still even doing this for his wife? Mike couldn't bring his gaze to her anymore.

These thoughts prevented the wolf from thinking about his sheath or how incredibly hard he was. Claws threatened to rip into the expensive cloth spread over the large bed as Mike squeezed them hard. Pressure around his tail eased when the buckle that held the pants around it was flicked open. The bed rocked under the tiger's weight when Harim moved onto it. The feline's knees came to a rest on either side of the wolf.

I'm being mounted. I'm being mounted. I'm being mounted.

As if he needed to be reminded, Mike's mind wouldn't stop repeating it. Harim's large paws trailed up along his sides then around to his front. They rubbed through the exposed bits of his belly before going lower, lower, lower. Claws caught his waist band and slowly dragged the silk over his hips and rump, revealing himself to the large male behind him.

Oh...god!

The wolf came back to reality when his hard dick kissed the cool air of the room. This was it, his cover blown! He had let things progress too far. The tiger was surly going to kill him. As uncivilized as the rest of the country seemed, homosexuality had to be frowned upon. They cut off your paw for stealing, right? What do they cut off for this? Or would the tiger just be disgusted and beat the life out of him?

Before he could react, or try to cover himself up, the tiger's paw gripped his dick tightly and squeezed. Mike tensed up in shock, expecting the feline's grip to tighten until he snapped his length like a twig. So it was completely unexpected when Harim's paw began to slowly stroke. The wolf closed his eyes and moaned as the tiger leaned over his back and panted hotly into his ear.

"I love fucking straight guys," the tiger teased, not in the least bit surprised to find his concubine for the evening was a male. The paw continued to stroke the shocked wolf, "Especially the ones with wives."

The bastard knew?!

"It's been months since we've had a couple fall into our little trap."

Trap?

The wolf felt dizzy, disoriented and used.

"At least you bartered much better with me," the tiger purred into the wolf's ear with enough force to vibrate the bed. "You won't be losing your wife this time."

A paw bounced off his rump with a resounding pop that made the wolf bark out. The burn it left behind marked him more on the inside than anything. Those words reminded the wolf they had a spectator. Had he already forgotten the whole reason he was here?

Nikki expression was unreadable. She stared wide eyed from across the room, unable to look away, no longer trying to push herself through the wall. Her husband was now on all fours before a much_, much,_ larger male. Confusing was just the beginning of it. After saving her self for so long, having fought off dangerous urges through their entire courtship, she never thought Michael would be the first one to be fucked.

Actually, she never thought Mike would be fucked, period.

Something burned in the pit of her stomach, an anxiety that tightened like a vice.

Was she getting jealous? How should she feel? It left her in a state of compliance. She thought of the door. Was it unlocked? She could run from here, not watch anymore, maybe bring back help. It didn't matter. She remained rooted in place.

And because of that, she felt helpless to do anything as her husband was mounted.

A satisfied grin spread on Harim's muzzle as he stared at the male wolf presenting to him. He's never fucked a wolf before, let alone a male wolf. This truly was a prize. The male was in good shape too, which showed with the firm ass cheeks and trim hips that kept him looking very feminine in the clothing Jas gave him.

The tiger's eyes followed the trail created by the cleft of the lupine's ass, all the way to the prize that lied just under the upturned tail. He licked his lips. It looked so inviting, so tight. The feline found himself panting as well.

"I bet no one's seen that little hole of yours since you were a pup." Harim teased. The wolf blushed. It was so cute and only got the feline more riled up. "I guess that means its mine, right? Finders, keepers."

Harim's paw caught Mike's tail base and slowly stroked along the fluffy appendage until he pressed the center down against the wolf's back. This displayed the wolf's untouched tail ring like it was the spotlight in a gallery. Everyone should see it.

"You know," the tiger began as he slipped his paw into the discarded jacket on the bed. "I never thought I'd get a wolf." His paw retreated from the interior of the suit coat with a small bottle in it. "It has been months since this plan played out so well. So many visitors think I can actually get away with this kind of thing."

Mike listened, but didn't. The words came to his ears and he comprehended them, but he drifted. His attention was focused on the bed spread under him, eyes following the intricate design. Why wouldn't his legs work? Why was he still holding himself in such a way for the bastard that kidnapped his wife? He couldn't prevent the gasp as a cool, slick substance was spread over his once untouched hole, a clawed finger being the first besides his own.

And his finger _never_got this intimate.

The digit pushed forward, the once unyielding flesh gave way to the intruder and gained a gasp from the wolf. It burnt and bordered on unbearable. It stopped at the first knuckle and left the wolf trembling, eyes now closed and teeth clenched.

"The last guy I fucked waited nearly two days to come after his wife," the tiger mentioned. "_Big_bear. Big enough to give me a run for my money. He traded his wife for a ring." The finger pushed in deeper; wiggled a bit against something that sent surges of electricity through the wolf's groin. Harim was in to the second knuckle. "He was a good fuck, but something tells me you're going to be even better. There have been smart ones, ones that knew how to haggle." The finger slipped in all the way to the base. It wiggled again, moving along the wolf's untouched inner walls. The more the digits wiggled, the more Mike found the searing pain retreat into himself. "There are far more that don't though. Like you, little wolf."

Mike couldn't hold back the moan as the finger made its retreat and slowly withdrew from the wolf. This couldn't be feeling good, could it? The sensation of it as it dragged along something inside made the husband want to cry. He didn't want to like this, didn't want to give the bastard that kind of satisfaction.

But it was so_hard. The wolf squirmed a bit and bit his lower lip. He tried, really _tried, but it was of no use. He moaned again, louder, as the finger slipped back in. This time, it didn't stop to tease, just pushed in fully to the hilt. By the third repetition, the wolf was left trembling. It was impossible for the wolf to smell anything beyond the masculine tiger behind him, but he felt that familiar tingle at his cock tip.

He was leaking, and a lot.

The fingering stopped and left Mike with the sensation that something was missing. He could only describe the feeling as empty. It made him blush harder. Especially when the tiger finally leaned over him, a position another male shouldn't hold.

"I accept your trade," the tiger purred into the wolf's ear. Something not clawed now poked at him, "Your ass for your wife."

Michael's ears splayed. This was the best he had haggled all day.

The deal done, the tiger took what was his.

A gentle thrust forward tested the waters and both males kept afloat. The next thrust wasn't quite so gentle and both called out, one in pleasure and one in surprise, as the barbed flesh of the male tiger slipped under Mike's tail. Already lubed, the wolf's passage spread around the feline's expanding maleness.

"F..fuck," Mike moaned through clenched teeth before falling to his chest and burying his muzzle in the bedding. The searing pain returned with a vengeance, but he was way beyond the point of no return.

One paw slipped from the wolf's hip and took a firm grip of his scruff. Mike whined out like a beaten dog as he was lifted with that hold, pulled up to all fours again by the male behind him. He heard the tiger snicker.

"No no, wolf," Harim purred. "The proper position is on all fours. I want to hear your moans."

Mike felt his control slip, no matter how subtle, given to the tiger that stole his wife. The wolf's gaze lowered again, but he held himself on all fours. It's the proper position for the bitch.

Harim squeezed the wolf's hip in the paw that lingered there, no longer needing to hold the husband in place. The tiger's purr trembled through the lupine, through the cock that pushed into the wolf, and left both males squirming. The nubs along the feline's length sent new thrills through the wolf when they scrapped along something sensitive within the male.

Nikki stared in disbelief as her husband lost his virginity, in a way. The angle the tiger held him at was perfect for the female wolf to watch the large cock disappear further into her mate, red tail ring spread lewdly around the feline's impressive length. She had to remind herself that he was doing it to save her, and that he wasn't truly losing his virginity, at least not the one that belong to her. It was all she could do to ignore her husband's hard cock and fight the jealousy burning her insides.

He couldn't be enjoying it, right?

Mike was just as confused. The lupine never thought he'd be in such a position, with another male's dick inside of him. Yet, here he was. He shouldn't be hard, yet his erection continued to make a mess under him. The tiger's dick poked deep within him as the friction made the wolf squirm.

Both males moaned when the tiger sank to the hilt.

Harim continued to push himself further or at least tried to, prevented by the wolf's furry ass. The lupine's body followed the tiger's lead and danced with the feline's wiggling hips. It wasn't hard to feel the cat throb within him, especially when his passage clenched around the intruder.

The feline continued to grind. Mike found himself growing accustomed to the girth and that frightened him. It...wasn't that bad. Instinct pushed him back and soon his hips swayed with the tiger.

Then, the wolf got a demonstration of what a cat's barbs really did when Harim's hips pulled back. Small, fleshy hooks dragged along Mike's prostate and made the wolf lift up again.

It was too much!

Mike's back pressed against the tiger's chest when he pushed up again, shocked by the sensation. His muzzle lifted, dragged along the side of the tiger's muzzle, as he called out his pleasure to the room and all within ear shot. There was no pain, just intense, burning joy. The tiger's dick was like flint and ignited the wolf's fire as it dragged back through his entrance.

Before it could pull free, the tiger thrust forward again. Harim's sudden invasion made the wolf choke on his next cry and left him whining for air. The tiger didn't waste another moment with his second thrust and repeated the process. By the fourth thrust, Mike's knot was swelling. By the fifth, the wolf was pushing back to meet the tiger's hips.

Harim's nose rubbed into the wolf's exposed neck, presented to him by the moaning male. A grin spread on his muzzle as the now eager lupine's ass pressed back against his lap. He never imagined fucking a wolf would feel so good, but it was one of the best fucks he ever had. He loved screwing straight guys.

It sucked being so powerful. It was hard to find a reluctant partner, as most of the local males would gladly put out to him. The tiger was no longer bored and reveled in the mating of the wolf under him.

Mike couldn't believe the sensations he was getting from being fucked like this. He knew it happened; that males fucked other males, but now he understood why. That understanding made the wolf whine a bit. Did that mean he was gay? He thought of Nikki and how much his wife excited him. That had to mean something.

Nikki!

Mike's head turned to the side and locked eyes with his wife. She stared, muzzle agape, but she panted just like the two rutting males. Through the haze of it all, the lupine could smell the definite scent of feminine arousal. The bitch liked it as much as the stud did.

Another couple thrusts...and the wolf forgot about his wife again. The clamp of firm jaws on his scruff and he forgot himself as well. The tiger's paws no longer held the wolf's hips, instead opting to rest fully on the bed, on either side of the lupine. There was no concern that the wolf would run now. Harim had a better hold on him anyway.

Mike felt faint and dizzy. His head swam, but it still repeated the same thing over and over again, that he was being mounted. And yet, he continued to push back, continued to hold himself on all fours for the kidnapping bastard.

Harim was in heaven. This lupine was the tightest thing he could remember sticking his dick into. Every inch of his shaft was engulfed in heat that repeatedly molded itself to him, as if the lupine were trying to find a middle ground that would allow the tiger to stay hilted in him forever.

The tiger savored it for another moment before pulling free. The wolf's whimper made him grin around the scruff in his fur. His barbs always made the bitches whine and now this male was no different. The tiger gripped Mike's hips again before he started to move the smaller male.

Michael allowed the tiger to turn him over without any complaints. He felt sore, but that was the last thing on his mind as he came to rest on his back. There was no hiding his arousal and the tiger devoured every inch of his dick with those striking green eyes. The wolf's own yellow eyes stared at the throbbing monster the tiger called a penis. A strand of fluid dripped from the tip and shimmered like a pearl as the light caught it before it joined the wolf's mess on the bed. The lupine knew it wasn't the first drop either; that there was a good amount of it lining his inner walls. Mike let his head fall back onto the soft bed with a defeated moan, belly up to the bigger male.

He was in the position he tried to fuck his wife in last night, and failed.

Harim had no intention of failing in the same way, not that he knew of the wolf's deeds the previous night. The tiger still held that arrogant grin as he held the lupine's gaze. His paws slid up Mike's legs before hooking under the thighs. He gently lifted them in a way that show just how much control he had in the situation, how much control he had over the newlywed husband.

The wolf didn't do anything and allowed every ounce of his leverage to be taken from him as his knees came to rest over Harim's firm shoulders. He whined again, a soft sound for the two of them only. The tiger liked it and leaned in to give the wolf's chin a slow lick. Mike's paws rested against at the tiger's chest, but they didn't push.

Even though he had just been fucked, the sensation of another male's hard shaft touching his own cock flesh embarrassed him. He glanced down to see the feline's length dwarf his own by at least two inches as they throbbed together with their balls kissing intimately. It dawned on the wolf that this feline knew him in ways his wife still hasn't, and probably never would.

Harim teased the wolf and held him in this position for longer then needed, long enough to make the wolf beg. Mike whined again, squirming under the dominant stud. The tiger's hips drew back with agonizingly slow speed, sawing his length along the wolf's until the wet tip leaked into the soft fur of the lupine's balls, then lower still until it poked first behind them, then at his slick asshole.

With the same agonizing speed, the tiger's hips flexed and pushed forward once more. This new position was too much and nearly had the wolf howling, the new angle driving him mad with passion. The short barbs dragged along all the right places in a far more intense manner. The wolf went limp, paws falling to his sides, useless. His legs would have been in the same boat if there wasn't a tiger wedged under them.

As Harim's groin pressed flush to the wolf's crotch, Mike did howl out. His muzzle tilted back, presenting groin, belly and neck to the dominant male. The tiger's cock danced within him. Instinct kicked in and the feline started to thrust harder and faster. The large male snarled down at the wolf as the barbs began to take purchase and scrape along Mike's prostate like small fish hooks.

Mike felt humiliated at being in such a place under another male, especially with his wife watching from the sidelines. He still didn't find it strong enough to make the tiger stop, as if he could. He wondered when he truly submitted and started enjoying this. Even with his insides being battered like they were, Mike found himself focused on the tickle of the tiger's large balls sliding up and down the underside of his tail.

Harim's thrusts grew shallow until he settled into grinding against the wolf's upturned ass, rolling his hips rapidly. The tiger's heavy balls straddled the base of the wolf's tail and churned noticeably in their sack.

Mike felt that tingle in his balls he felt last night. The sensation to his prostate was increasing to the point of unbearable, almost painful in their pleasure. The wolf whined as the tingle spread throughout his loins. He was going to cum.

Oh...no.

The wolf fought the urge. He couldn't let that happen and began to ignore the rest of the sensations. It was bad enough that he was getting fucked in front of his wife, but to allow this male to fuck a climax out of him was too much. Nothing helped, and his knot continued to inflate.

Harim didn't care. He wasn't after the wolf's pleasure and that showed in every motion he made. The tiger drooled onto the wolf and showed that he wasn't as civilized after all. The feline's jaws pressed to the wolf's presented throat and he bellowed into it, a heavy masculine call of conquest.

The tiger reached orgasm inside the wolf.

Every part of Mike was on fire, from his blushing red ears to his clenched toes. The wolf felt everything from the tiger's balls churning where they rested against the underside of his tail to the hot breath being panted into his scruff. The feline's length twitched within him, each jump another surge of sticky cum that coated his inner walls; another blast of molten lava.

Harim held him tightly and didn't move a muscle, the barbs ensuring that his dick was lodged as deep as possible inside the lupine. It did little to prevent the copious load from leaking out around his dick. The slick fluid soaked into Mike's tail fur, leaving the wolf feeling...messy.

Both males remained tense, one riding out orgasm while the other tried not to cum. Finally, the tiger's climax subsided, both males breathless. It was a slow process, but the tiger slowly untangled himself from the lupine and let the wolf's legs come to rest on either side of his body. Mike tensed up as the tiger's barbed cock ground like sandpaper through his passage. It almost did the trick and the wolf had to fight with every ounce of himself to stop his dick from exploding.

Regardless, his belly was a slick and slimy mess where the pre had puddle.

Harim leaned back on his knees and looked down at his conquest with a large grin, "Fuck, I'm going to have to make an effort to lure in more wolves. You're a good fuck, boy."

The situation fully sank in to the silent lupine. He let the tiger fuck him, plain and simple. There was no rape here, nothing against his will. There was no going back on that now, as the cum slipped from his spread ring. It felt like the lupine could barely keep it closed. He glanced over at his wife and saw her blushing as well. Her scent was strong.

The tiger caught it.

"Seems your wifey there might have a secret kink," Harim teased. "Smell that? She liked watching."

Nikki blushed harder and looked away from the two males on the bed. Mike turned his attention back to the tiger and growled low, yet still was at a loss for words. The tiger just smirked.

"Don't worry, wolf. The deal is done," the tiger rubbed a paw through the mess on the wolf's belly. "I'm not going to fuck your wife."

The wolf finally found his voice, and felt stupid for what came out, "T..thanks."

Thanks? Mike cringed on the inside.

The tiger smirked and stood up, "Don't mention it."

And that was it. The tiger turned to the female wolf and ducked his head once in a nod, "My lady. I hope you enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."

She blushed again, but nodded once to the still nude tiger.

Harim winked at the male wolf still lying in the bed, "It's pretty dangerous to go out at night around here. You and your wife are free to stay here as my guests for as long as you like, but I can't in good conscience let you go tonight."

"That's so thoughtful," the wolf said without hiding the disdain in his voice.

The tiger laughed as he opened the door. He didn't bother getting dressed. He had no need to, "You can't say I'm not accommodating." The door closed behind him, but the lock remained unengaged.

The silence was deafening. Mike sat up, as if he were sore all over and not just under the tail, but remained on the bed. There was nothing he could say or do. His dick was still hard and his rump was still sore. He heard the female wolf move. Before he could do anything, she was against him, her scent strong and almost needful.

Nothing needed to be said. Their muzzles met in a passionate kiss before their tongues entwined. Mike lifted himself from the bed and held his wife tightly. There was no hiding the fact he was excited. With another growl, lustful and demanding, the wolf removed his wife's clothing.

He pushed Nikki onto the bed and followed. Once again, he took her into a passionate kiss. Both wolves were excited. Michael proved Nikki wrong, dogs will fuck anywhere, even in their abductor's bed room. The wolf eased his wife's legs apart and moved between them. The fact that he was about to take her in the same manner he had just been taken only moments before wasn't lost on either of them and in a way excited them both.

Mike broke the kiss to look down at his wife, giving her chin a lick, cock resting heavily across her sex. It still leaked heavily, "Guess this means you're my property now, huh?"

Nikki replied with a smirk, "I think you paid enough for it." A paw tapped at his rump teasingly. "That was hotter than it should have been."

Regardless of the substance that slowly seeped from the wolf's well used ring, Mike never felt like such a man. The submission, the shame, all evaporated as he took the spoils of war. He rescued his wife. Even if his virginity was in question, hers wasn't. It was his. Even though the fur behind his balls was wet and hot with another male's semen, he had the power and was in control now. The new found confidence surprised him.

Mike grinned and pulled his hips back and guided his cock with a grip around the base. Aligned with her entrance, the wolf held himself there, motionless. This time, nothing would stop him from taking what was his.

A deal was a deal.

The husband slowly slid his cock home within his bride.

Mike awoke in the dark. For a moment, he was disoriented, unsure of where he was. Next to him, Nikki grumbled something in her sleep before she turned away from him with a moan. The lupine tensed up as well as his dick pulled free from the female's messy cunt.

The room reeked of sex, as it should. The wolf reeked of sex as well. There was a part of him that felt...weird. He had been fucked by another guy after all. Just like that. How many husbands go on their honeymoon, only to get screwed by some other male? That was weird, right?

The wolf couldn't sleep. His mind was all over the place. Was he actually ok with what happened? Should there be something he could do about what happened? It wasn't exactly rape. He gave in willingly.

Did he actually want it though?

His fur was a mess and it bothered him. His stomach, sheath and rump itched. It became a nagging that he couldn't deal with. He needed a shower. This place should have one of those at least, if it's as 'civilized' as that tiger liked to brag about.

_That_tiger.

The thought of Harim's grinning, egotistical face sent a surge of...something through the wolf. If it was anger or desire, the wolf couldn't tell. He swallowed it and rubbed a paw through his fur as he stood by the bed. Perhaps they could leave before running into Harim again.

Dull blue light outlined the curtains, signifying it was the time of day just before sun up, but definitely not night time anymore. The wolf stretched and growled softly as his back popped. When his tail swayed, he felt the fur along the base tug at the fur around his rump, melded together by something he'd rather not think about.

Mike was quiet as he headed for the door. He didn't want to wake Nikki. She looked so peaceful in slumber. She had quite a day yesterday and probably felt the exhaustion from it. She probably wouldn't be as sore as he was at the moment, but close.

Mike grinned slightly as he left the room with thoughts of his well bred wife. He wandered down the hall. He didn't bother with clothing either at this point. Even though he left the female behind, her scent clung to him. A rub along his groin found the fur of his sheath covered in her wet juices. It left a metallic tang that hung heavily around him like a force field.

The hall was large, but the doors were few and far between. The first door he tried was locked. The second appeared to be a storage room of some type and definitely had no shower. He got lucky with the third.

Or at least he thought he did.

It was definitely a bathroom, and it definitely had a huge tub. Unfortunately, that wasn't all it had. Steam hung to the walls as the tub was in use. The door closed heavily behind him and caught the tiger's attention.

There was that grin again.

Nikki may not have been up for fucking in the shower, but Harim apparently liked the idea.

A lot.

The sun hung heavily in the sky as the two wolves walked through the open gates of Harim's manor. The tiger kept them far longer than the wolf had anticipated, for a nice breakfast. He offered to let them stay for the duration of their honeymoon, but both wolves quickly declined.

That was just asking for trouble.

Mike was partially dressed in feminine clothing as the tiger couldn't find a pair of pants that would fit the wolf. Harim's shirt was big enough and hung nearly to the lupine's knees, but it beat cross dressing. Mike thought about retrieving his clothing, but just didn't feel it was worth it. He wanted to get back to the hotel. The wolf didn't fancy making that trip all the way back to the hotel dressed like a woman though.

Nikki stayed close, but wore a large smile on her muzzle. It warmed the male as much as the sun did. They stopped on the street as the gates closed behind them. Neither wolf looked back as they walked away.

The back streets were empty, but didn't stay that way for long as they made their way to the market place. It wasn't long before they were surrounded by crowds again. They'd never find a taxi here.

The wolf didn't feel so bad about the crowds though, finding these unwanted encounters a little more bearable. They couldn't possibly be any worse then what he had to deal with last night. The crowds were still large and intimidating, but Mike led his wife through the flow of people with a new confidence.

A familiar jackal caught his attention from the other side of the street. Mike watched her as Nikki looked around. Jas perked her ears when she saw him, then saw his wife. She grinned and nodded once, a silent greeting to the wolf. Mike wondered if she was involved with Harim's game, but decided not to dwell. She got him into Harim's harem.

Regardless of the small time they spent together, she felt like an old friend. He grinned back, a prideful look as his arm slipped around his wife's waist and pulled her close. The crowd surged again, and gave the wolf one last look of Jas before she disappeared into the flow.

A piece of him would definitely miss her.

Mike felt Nikki press against his side and got his attention. He glanced at her, unable to match her bright smile, but it didn't stop him from trying. She was so happy and hopeful it got his tail wagging.

There was no doubt in the wolf's mind that everything had been worth it.

There would be no way to change the fact that he was fucked by another guy on his honeymoon. It would always be a part of him - a part of them- and he decided that wasn't exactly a bad thing. It wasn't worth dwelling on.

"Let's shop," she grinned, ears perked.

The wolf groaned and rolled his eyes playfully, "On one condition, beautiful."

"What's that, stud?"

"We pay full price for everything," Mike nosed his wife affectionately. "No more deals."

The End