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"Yes, you're the best. Good puppy."

Tibbit lounged across Hake's back, brushing between his ears while the wolf ate. He gave a soft muttered growl in between gulps of meat, but otherwise tolerated her. The kobold had her way with animals, and as long as she kept showering the dire beast with adoration, he would probably endure quite a lot more than this.

"That stupid scout works you too hard." Tibbit's comb caught a snag in the wolf's delicate facial fur, and with a blithe disregard for the teeth snapping through raw meat just inches away, she carefully applied herself to cleaning the mud and grime from Hake's snout. "You barely ever spend a night resting here with the pack."

The wolf rolled his eyes expressively and snapped up the last steak. Meal done, he lifted his head and sat, causing the kobold reclining on his back to slide down to his tail.

"I didn't finish your face."

Hake made a talky motion with his mouth. Tibbet slapped his back, and as the massive canid turned and rolled beneath her, he let out a barking wolf-laugh.

"I do not talk too much! I just want you to look your best." Big wolf shoulders shrugged in response, then planted themselves in the kennel dirt as he showed off his belly for her. "And I get the feeling you're not concerned with how you're looking at all."

Her comb dragged through his belly fur, while the other paw spread fingers in the thick fur over Hake's sheath. "Dirty dog. Mud's everywhere. Filthy puppy. Tibbit knows what you want. And Tibbit will have to clean you all over again after. Making work for poor kobold."

Another wolf-laugh interrupted her as a massive paw knocked her head forward and pinned her just at the entrance to the wolf's sheath. She was greeted by the rubbery tapered tip she was so intimately familiar with. Complaints forgotten, she ran her fingers through the sheath fur and tugged, squeezing the captured length beneath as she stroked. She threw a leg over Hake's belly and pulled the slowly emerging tool up against the scales of her belly. Slick liquid coated her scales and started to soak the minimal loin-coverings she wore for everyday work. In her profession, it paid to be easily accessible. Beast companions weren't good with complicated straps.

The slick canid cock twitched between her fingers. Wolf cum coated her front. She sat slick against a shaft that was as long as her forearm and a knot that was wide as both her fists together. One leg lifted, and as she prepared to give the wolf the ride he deserved after his long journey, a throat cleared itself expressively behind her.

She stopped mid-mount, with hands aiming the excited wolf at her slit, and turned her baleful eye on the interruption. Oh. "Pyke." She monotoned.

"Saddle him up. Pyke has a dispatch for Dak in Gnoll lands. Can't wait. Must go now."

"No." Tibbet refused. "Hake tired after long trip, and not even a night to rest? No. Bad idea. Has to rest."

Pyke glanced down to where his loyal mount was busy squirting against the female's slit. "Resting."

Tibbet rubbed her hands around the broad bulges of the dire wolf's knot. Beneath her, he groaned. Another hot spurt started to run down her leg. "Important part of resting. Pyke never tends to his mount, so Tibbet has to."

"Pyke never gets treated like this. Maybe messenger needs tending to, too."

"So go find a female." Beneath her, Hake thrust up. His rubbery tip bounced off of her slit scales. "Another female."

"Can't. Busy. Got a job to do." Pyke adjusted himself. "And so does he."

"Not until he's rested." She met Pyke's eyes as she squirmed her hips around to find that fat tapered tip again. She enjoyed how the messenger squirmed as she sat a few inches down onto his mount. "Fully rested."

Both Hake and Pyke sighed as she slid down towards the wolf's knot. But this time, Pyke was adamant. "Can't do. From Kilik herself. Can't wait."

After a glare and a seconds-long slurping sound as Tibbit stood, Pyke had the presence of mind to add, "Sorry."

"Well. Get his harness." Tibbet grumbled.

"He's a big wolf." Pyke shuffled his feet.

"Yes."

"Can carry more than one."

Tibbet shrugged. "I prefer to ride him alone."

"I mean. Could ride with. And help him relax at camp." The cheeky messenger flashed her a smile. "Room in saddle for two."

Tibbit stopped. Then an evil idea flitted through her head. "Truth. Okay. Get saddle and harness. Tibbit must make alterations."

Pyke's eyes widened. She shouldn't be doing this, but Pyke had annoyed her. And he was going to pay.

Stumbling fingers handed her the harness, then the slim leather saddle. Under Pyke's wondering eye, she fastened, and looped. She tugged and made soft clucking noises at Hake. When he growled and flinched, she loosened and retied. Five minutes later, she dusted her hands and wiped some of the now drying wolf cum from her legs.

"Tibbit sure? That looks weird." Pyke looked at her strange collection of loops and padding with a suspicious eye.

"Pyke suddenly become a beastmaster?" The messenger lowered his head. "Thought not. Fine. Saddle up."

The kobold bounded and jumped to Hake's back. The wolf didn't seem to register the kobold's weight.

"Coming? Saddle ready for two!" Pyke called, and made a very deliberate gesture of unbuckling his trousers. Kobold dick flopped free, throbbing in front of him where there was indeed room for a second.

"Cute, but Tibbit's saddle down here." She drawled, then swung herself low beneath Hake. This time the wolf staggered slightly--it clearly wasn't an angle he was used to. With knees up and spread, she snuggled herself in the dangling lines, belly-up and sliding back between the wolf's hinds. Her hands massaged at the wolf's sheath, pulling and tugging until it was lined up and comfortable. Then, rocking in her makeshift saddle, she reached up and grabbed the lines running around the wolf's belly for stability.

"There. Tibbit ready. We should--what are you doing?" She scowled at Pyke as he leaned over in the saddle, staring at her incredulously.

"How? What?"

"How Tibbit going to ride. And be ridden. Now you do your messenger thing. Tibbit will service your mount while he runs."

Pyke's face fell. His scowl warmed her heart. Then his face disappeared and reins flicked. Hake jumped, and they were off.

Tibbet held on in abject fear as the ground started to flash past. Rock! Tree! Log! Stump! Hill! In just under a minute, she was convinced this was the worst idea she'd ever had. Wolves ran at a lope, which when mounted on their belly, is really just one lunge towards disaster, followed by another. It got a lot better when she closed her eyes and hugged herself to Hake's belly.

But as terrified as she was, Tibbit's will was steel. She'd come along for a reason and she refused to arrive at Pyke's first camp a dry failure. Ignore the sound of leaves and branches whipping past, and she could hug herself up between Hake's loping hinds.

The thighs rocked her like a machine. She had to squeeze her knees together and push backwards to fit between them as the wolf ran. Then her rump his tail and sheath once against squeezed against her crotch. There we are. She steadied her arms against the awkwardly run traces, pulled herself flush to Hake's belly, and let his next lunge work the magic.

To either side, the powerful dire wolf legs coiled like springs, then sprung. As his body straightened in the lunge, Tibbit pushed herself up. Sheath rolled back and slim tip slid between her well-placed slit lips, and in a single motion, she was suddenly filled with wolf.

The reciprocal motion coiled again, and the slick invader disappeared. Up above her, she heard a confused whine. Hake pulled himself to a stop, and while Pyke was shouting obscenities above, the wolf's broad head lowered and looked back. It's like the kobold's presence has slipped the wolf's mind. While Hake watched, Tibbit demonstrated grinding herself up against his sheath. The wolf's ears went back, then his mouth dropped open in a predatory smile. There, he's got the idea.

And he had. The loping changed. It acquired a little bounce, and a rolling of the hips with each time Hake's legs straightened out. With her slit pushed to his sheath, Tibbit found a comfortable rhythm as the wolf cock started pistoning in and out of his sheath. One lope would bury him inches deep. The next would slide him against her belly. The third would slide his cocktip against her lips, leaving them feeling wet and used before the next rolling of hips would bury him deep again.

"Come on, Hake. You're going slow. I can tell." She could hear Pyke complaining above. Hake ignored him to take another rolling thrust into Tibbet. Wolf balls rolled along her tail.

"Tibbet, this is all your fault." Just like Hake, she ignored him. Lope by lope, she could feel her fuzzy lover starting to throb thicker. Then the loping stopped. Tibbet made the mistake of opening her eyes long enough to see the side of log approaching fast. It caught her mid-back and pinned her to Hake's belly. Inside her, the wolf surged. Slick length throbbed and pushed. He was not going to be denied. Thick knot kissed her lips, and with all the care of an animal, the wolf over her thrust his hips. The "pop" of being tied made her vision go starry. Hot cum overflowed her in seconds, forcing out in hot jets against her scales from around the knot tied uncomfortably between her slit. She screamed, and that was all she knew for some time.

When she came back to her senses, the sun had started its precipitous dive towards the horizon. Hake was moving at a slow jog, rather than his previous lope. Each step was running a wet tip across her lips--which now felt sore and used. She'd become used to the motion of his gait sometime while she was tied, and now she was subconsciously moving her legs to match his.

"Pyke. Take break anytime soon?" She called up wearily. After the thorough use, she wasn't too proud to know she needed out of her saddle sometime soon.

Up above, she was answered by an aggrieved sigh. "Still early."

"You forced mount out early without rest." That seemed to pass muster. He pulled Hake to the side of the road.

"Since you here, sort Hake. Will make camp and get water." Pyke scowled at her as he dismounted.

Without waiting for her, Hake sidled up to a tree. Cocktip rubbed against her abused lips. She was far too slick to refuse him entry, so as his hindleg went up towards the tree, she felt the wolf's shaft slide a few inches in.

"Wait! Not--Oh." She started, then stopped, as hot liquid filled her slit. After her vigorous fuck and knotting, it actually felt rather nice for the liquid to fill her to full, then dribble down over her legs stuck in the traces.

A cough caught her attention. Far from setting up camp and finding water, Pyke had stopped in his tracks and was watching, eyes wide again.

"What?" It was Tibbit's turn to scowl. "Is natural. Animals. Pyke wouldn't understand."

As if to accentuate her point, she sat down against the spraying wolf cock. Urine backed up and dribbled from her tail, before arcing up and over her body as she pulled herself forward and off of the wolf.

"But, is a wolf! Can't let him--that's not right."

"Stupid Pyke. Just a kobold. Got to act like animals to work with animals." She caught his gaze and held it as she slowly disentangled herself from the upside-down saddle. Then with the disbelieving scout unable to turn his head away, she reached out and pulled Hake's shaft towards her head. Hot urine dribbled down her face and chest. While she shamelessly pushed her own fingers up between her abused sex lips, she wrapped her lips around Hake's cocktip.

Hot liquid ran down her throat--the perfect quencher for her long ride. Above her, Hake let out a soft rumble of appreciation, and the cock in her mouth throbbed. Balls slapped her shoulder. Wolf love dripped down her chin and painted her scales a deeper shade of orange.

Her attention was pulled from the wolf when another hot spray hit her chest. Above her, Pyke was holding his own prick out, and a slim stream was arcing over her. A growl filled her throat, matched by a much deeper one from above. Pyke backed up as his own mount turned on him, teeth bared.

"Idiot! What that for?!" Tibbit wiped her front. It smelled like kobold! She scowled and spat.

"Like... Like animal?" Pyke ventured.

"Ick. Pyke just little kobold."

"So is Tibbit." He shrugged, still holding hands out to placate Hake.

"But Tibbit give everything to beasts, so beasts she become!"

"Maybe Pyke give a little, too?"

At that, Tibbit paused. He was really enamored, wasn't he? Well, she could use that. "Okay. But only if Pyke gives to beast, too."

"Anything!" The over-eager scout agreed.

"Then swap saddles." Tibbit purred.

Pyke stalled. "Swap?"

"Yup. Pyke ride under Hake. Take wolf. Become beast!"

"But--"

"Bah. Useless messenger. Tibbit know he didn't mean it."

Pyke's chest puffed out. "Okay! Pyke ride Hake. But Pyke beast now, too!"

"Oh, yes. Pyke Beast." Tibbit reached out and slapped the barrel of Hake's chest. The wolf gave a cough, then circled his rider and his most recent mount.

"Come here, beast." Tibbit licked her lips, and the kobold messenger approached crotch-first.

Tibbit reached out, taking the slim taper in her hands. It wasn't really much. Her weasels were at least twice as long, and Hake was thicker even without his knot. The cats back in camp at least had those strange barbs to tickle while they were inside, and the dire raccoons and wolverines had those amazing heads that could squirm around from the inside. Pyke was just... slim and tapered. Still, a deal was a deal.

She squeezed around the kobold cock, and a hot splash hit her face. At least he wasn't shy. She leaned down and pulled the taper into her muzzle and drank as the scout emptied himself down her throat.

"Hey! No! Hake, stop!" The messenger's mount had just swung past, and a big hindleg lifted again. Aghast but stuck, Pyke stared as the sheath with its angry red tip swiveled towards him.

"Beast, remember?" Tibbit reminded him as his urine dribbled down her chin. Pyke blanched, then took a deep breath. He reached out and grabbed Hake's sheath just as the floppy tip let loose, soaking the messenger from snout to tail.

Tibbit laughed as the wolf-scented urine dripped down around her, and as Pyke was starting to panic, she leaned forward and pulled the scout's cock into her snout. That kind of dedication to duty definitely deserved some reward. Pyke shuddered, and as the excited wolf started to push his sheath into his stunned rider's fingers, the kobold started to fire down Tibbit's throat. She sucked and flicked her tongue for him as runny cum filled her snout.

Time seemed to dash and crawl. Then they were both riding on Hake's belly, the wolf's cock between them. It slid against scales, leaving them both wet, then they shifted, and Tibbit was full. Doubly full, as while the thick wolf cock plundered the slim slit at the base of her tail, Pyke hugged her and slid himself into her sex. Then she was laughing as she rode Pyke's flagging erection while he tried to get used to Hake's thick shaft being shoved into his tail. And then she was bouncing off of her fellow kobold's face as he rode the wolf cock with vigor, finally settled and sated.

The moon was high when they lay on the ground with Hake curled around the pair of them. "Pyke not set up camp."

"Had to help Beastmaster with her duties."

Tibbit couldn't move.

"Forest not so uncomfortable."

"Better with wolf." Pyke droned. Then fell asleep. Tibbit followed on his heels.

Sun rose angry and merciless as Pyke clawed his way to consciousness. He tried to get up, but found he couldn't. He couldn't even move. His hands were tied.

"There we are! Hake, are you ready?"

The wolf barked. Pyke tried to move his legs, but they were firmly tied around the wolf's belly. That thick cock he'd been riding last night was kissing his slit. Then thighs pumped and the mount took off.

"Wait!"

"Important package. Kilik herself ordered it. Right?"

Pyke wailed as the wolf's steady gait thrust in and out of his abused rump.

"Hi ho, Hake away!" Tibbit cried, and the wolf loped out onto the road, both of its passengers saddled and ready to ride.