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Raine tucked herself between the layers of her bedroll as she curled up for the night. She had bid goodnight to her friends, who were all themselves settling down in the nearby tents. All save for Sythe, who was on watch, and their prisoner Zen, who was the main thing Sythe was watching. They wouldn't have trusted him with a space in one of their tents, but he had even declined a bedroll when they'd offered, swearing that he was perfectly content sleeping propped up against a tree. The group had only believed him when Sythe explained that it was perfectly normal for forest wolves to sleep rough when away from home.

Raine, despite being wolf-shaped, did not share Zen's ability to sleep anywhere, and settled down on her side in a semi-fetal position. Her new form had forced her to make several changes over the course of their journey. The most visible one was her inability to wear shoes, and the new shape of her legs also meant they didn't lie flat when she slept on her back. Her tail was also an issue. Sythe had assured her that she would get used to it, but whenever she slept on her back it just seemed to get in the way. These by themselves would have made fitting into her bedroll a problem, but she was now also about three palms taller than when she had been a human. At full stretch she just didn't fit any more and had to tuck her legs up.

So, sleeping on her side it was, specifically her left so her right hand was still free to reach for her journal. In the panic of the attack days earlier, Raine was the only member of the group that had thought to grab anything as they made their escape. She had told everyone that she'd been holding her journal at the time, and Red hadn't noticed her running for it, but the truth was that she had planned for leaving on short notice. In hindsight a coin purse might have been a more practical answer, but Raine had grabbed the single object that was most important to her. Raine propped herself up on one arm and set about adding to her journal with the other, recording the events of the day and any new observations of the differences between living as a human and a wolf. Three days after her transformation, it was mostly complaints about her feet and how she missed shoes.

One of the other changes was her eyesight. As a Human she would never have been able to see her journal at all in the darkness of her tent. Now though, the flickering light from the fire pit was more than enough to read and write by. It was also enough to keep her awake, so instead of trying to sleep she turned to the back of her journal. While the front contained her own story, the back contained much more fanciful tales of her own imagination.

Raine reached down into her bedroll to grab her tail and tuck it between her legs. It was flicking about, excited at the thought of what she intended to write. She had always thought of such stories, but had always dismissed them as fantasies. It was only since becoming stuck as a wolf that her mind had become so fixated on them. Now she struggled to keep them out of her head whenever her mind wandered, and she had taken to writing them down.

It was her wolf form she blamed, and wolves she intended to write about as she put pen to paper.

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Sythe took a seat on the fallen trunk they had built their firepit next to. The fire had been small to begin with, only enough to warm the group and provide light enough for the humans to see. It was already reduced to a few flickers of flame atop a pile of embers, but provided plenty of light for him to see. The fire was one of the reasons the group kept a watch through the night, as was first notice of anyone approaching, but the main one sat to one side of the firepit, leaning up against the tree he was tied to. Zen, the assassin sent to kill or capture the group, was still awake, watching Sythe out of one eye with a mischievous grin on his face.

Zen took some amusement at Sythe pretending to ignore him, distracting himself by looking away into the darkness of the forest, checking the fire was dying out, even glancing up at the waxing crescent of the moon before it disappeared below the tree canopy. Zen was never completely out of his vision though and every time Sythe glanced over Zen was still watching him back, still grinning, still silently demanding his attention.

<What?> Sythe whispered to him, finally giving in to his curiosity. Besides the almost dead silence of the forest, the two of them were wolves, gifted with sensitive hearing beyond that of the humans in the group, as well as a lifetime of experience communicating quietly amongst the trees. Zen could hear him clearly, but the humans would not have heard it even if they had been awake.

Zen cocked an eyebrow, his grin changing ever so subtly from mischevious to sly as he whispered back <You haven't told them that you're gay, have you?>

Sythe's fur stood on end. He flinched, then jumped to his feet and opened his mouth to yell something angry back at Zen. He caught himself before he spoke though, clenching his teeth together while he composed himself, taking a few deep breaths, then sticking his finger out, pointing at Zen accusingly <I'm not gay,> he stated with all the firmness of a wet sponge.

<And your eyes haven't been glued to my ass for the last three days.> Zen swished his tail about in the general direction of Sythe, watching with a coy grin as the other wolf's attention was enraptured by it momentarily and congratulating himself on his success.

Sythe snapped back to the present a few moments later, a red blush forming under his fur as he realized how easily distracted he had been. He paced over to Zen, raising his shoulders up to seem more intimidating. He stopped directly in front of the bound wolf, trying his best to loom over him as he spoke in his manliest, deepest whisper. <You keep your mouth shut about this.>

<Are you sure you want me to do that?> Zen looked up at the shorter, but more muscled, wolf above him with a coy grin and a raised eyebrow. He leaned forwards before Sythe could give an answer, nuzzling his nose along the prominent bulge in the front of the loin cloth he wore. Now that he was close enough, Zen could smell that Sythe was already excited, besides the growing bulge. <There's so much more interesting things I could be doing with my mouth.>

Sythe answered in the form of a surprised, but not unpleasant squeak. He flinched at the touch, but didn't recoil from it. Zen could see in his eyes a conflicting mix of emotions: surprise, embarrassment, nervousness, a hint of fear and a fair helping of lust. He didn't give Sythe time to think about it any further, lest he change his mind. Zen flicked his head sideways, hooked his nose around the side of Sythe's loincloth and pushed his way under it.

With the single barrier to it circumvented, Zen then returned to Sythe's crotch and gave his sheath a long, luxurious lick from the base all the way up to the tip poking out the top. Sythe responded by going weak in the knees and leaning forward so he could support himself against the tree. A short moan of pleasure escape his lips as he clenched his eyes shut.

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Raine jerked, dropping her pen in surprise. She'd been thinking about a very naughty scenario between Sythe and their prisoner Zen, but she swore she'd heard something for real.

Cautiously, Raine shuffled forwards in her bedroll so she could peel back the corner of the tent flap to see out. The light was dim, the firepit was now little more than embers, but even in the near darkness she could make out Sythe's form lit against the shadows of the forest. He was side on to her, hunched over with his paws holding onto the trunk of a tree.

For a moment a thought crossed Raine's mind that it was the same tree they had tied Zen to.

<Shhhhhh, you'll wake them.> The shadows moved underneath Sythe. Raine hadn't seen Zen, he was partly masked behind Sythe and crouched down against the tree.

Nestled between his legs.

Some very lewd thoughts crossed Raine's mind.

<You...what...that...> Sythe's voice was as low as Zen's, though he sounded tense and startled, stumbling over his own words.

<Just stay quiet and I'll do the rest.> Now that she knew what she was looking at, Raine could see the smirk on Zen's face as he leaned forwards, gently nudged Sythe's loincloth aside, and started licking at his bulging sheath.

Raine gripped the tent flap hard as she blushed a deep shade of red. She really, really shouldn't spy on her friend having hot gay sex with their captive, but she was absolutely going to.

Sythe seemed nervous, almost shivering as his tip began to poke out. Zen let up on his full, furry sheath for a moment to lap gently at the exposed pink. The reaction from Sythe was instant; he tensed up, thrusting forward into the captive's muzzle, and gritted his teeth to stifle another moan.

Zen pulled back for a moment, looking up at Sythe, waiting for him to regain some semblance of his composure before returning his mouth to the wolf's tip, wrapping his lips around it and suckling gently. Sythe all but fell off his feet, his arms giving way and sliding down the tree trunk until his claws caught, digging into the bark with a light crunch . Zen continued there for a few moments, taking his time in nursing on it softly before letting go again.

Zen shuffled where he sat against the tree, folding his legs underneath his butt to work himself into a kneeling position. The respite gave Sythe another few moments to compose himself before Zen leant forwards again, his arms pulling tight against the ropes that bound him to the tree, and nuzzled at the boundary between fur and flesh. Sythe responded by humping forwards into him, seemingly without thinking. Zen took no mind to it as he gently pushed Sythe's sheath down, exposing more and more of his cock to the cool breeze, then taking a long and luxurious lick of what was clearly still not the wolf's full length. A droplet of Sythe's precum was waiting for him by the time he got to the tip, and Zen hungrily lapped it down.

Raine felt her tail thwack against the side of the tent; it had a mind of its own at the best of times, and it was apparently quite excited by what she was watching. Her only recourse was to reach back and grab it and stuff it between her thighs, though even as she leant forward to look back out of the tent, it still insisted on wriggling between her legs.

Zen had wrapped his lips around the tip of Sythe's cock, and Raine just caught him sliding down around the still soft, yet already thick length, his lips gently nudging the sheath a little further down as the whole thing disappeared into his muzzle.

Sythe's mouth hung open as he breathed in and out deeply. He dropped a paw down to rest on the back of Zen's head as the bound wolf began to suckle and bob up and down. Raine could just about hear Sythe's exasperated and confused panting over the slow crackle of the dying fire, and she watched as a few moments later he began to move. Sythe started with short little jerks, humping into Zen's muzzle as it slid back and forth. The two were out of sync though, Zen taking his time gently, Sythe pushing in more urgently. Sometimes Zen would end up taking long slow draws of the length, then a moment later find his muzzle full of wolf cock and held in place.

Sythe's motions kept getting stronger though. Each thrust a little longer in draw, and each bob of Zen's muzzle a little shorter. The paw Sythe held on the back of the other wolf's head became less about holding himself steady, and more about holding Zen down.

It wasn't difficult for Raine to see where this was going, but Zen didn't seem to mind. Her own tail began to wriggle harder between her legs and she squeezed down harder on it to keep it still, grinding it between her legs. Raine wasn't sure how it was possible to tell someone was smiling when their mouth was full of dick, but Zen was smiling.

Raine noticed that with each cycle of Zen's head as he slid up and down along the gleaming member, he pulled back a little further. It gave Raine an excellent view of what the assassin was working with as his muzzle sank down over it again and again. Zen kept hold of Sythe's cock each time he did so, but he was clearly having to work with more and more of it.

The cheeky, triumphant grin on Zen's face began to fade as Sythe kept pistoning into his muzzle. Each thrust he hilted himself in the assassin's mouth, rubbing his crotch against the other wolf's nose and pushing his tip into his throat. Zen hadn't minded this before, but he was now beginning to struggle. His expression turned to concern and his face contorted with each thrust. He began to gag each time Sythe filled him, just as the humping pressed him back against the tree.

It ended a moment later, Zen jerking away to the side just as Sythe pulled out. The bound wolf gasped for air and coughed a few times, while Sythe withdrew slightly, a horrified look on his face.

<Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.> Sythe's face turned bright red in embarrassment as he realised what he had done, glancing down at his cock as if it were a murder weapon. Raine froze as he glanced around, checking to see that he hadn't embarrassed himself in front of anyone else. Luckily, Sythe didn't seem to notice her peeking out from her tent.

<It's fine,> Zen whispered between long breaths. <You're just bigger than I was expecting.>

Raine had no prior experience with wolf cock, or any cock for that matter, to judge the size of it by, but her eyes were nevertheless drawn to Sythe's. From her position, side on to the pair, she guessed it to be about the same length as Zen's muzzle.

<Flattery?> Sythe couldn't decide if he wanted to be embarrassed or confused, and managed to be both. He seemed almost insulted, as if lied to, but evidently not enough to put his dick away.

<No really, this isn't usually a problem.> Zen put his sly grin back on as though it were an accessory. It fitted him quite naturally. He emphasised his point by leaning forward and giving the underside of Sythe cock a lick from base to tip. <Just let me take it a bit slower, give me time to adjust.> Sythe seemed sufficiently assuaged, and let Zen wrap his lips back around his cock and begin sliding up and down it again.

Sythe fidgeted for a moment with his hands by his side, deciding not to hold Zen down again, but unsure what else to do with them. He settled for leaning forward and propping himself against the tree once more. It held him in place, and gave him somewhere to dig his claws into as Zen built up pressure and speed.

Zen, true to his word, took his time, but Raine could clearly see him taking ever so little more of the cock on each attempt. He varied his speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He would work up and down the top half of the shaft for a few seconds, before sliding down to take as much of Sythe as he could, holding himself there. Raine could see that he held his breath when he did that, so no doubt he had the tip in his throat.

Raine brought one of her own paws down, gripping the wagging tip of her tail, holding it tight as she watched, slowly letting it rub back and forth between her legs.

Sythe closed his eyes as the pleasure built, Zen glancing up at him to see how he reacted to every motion he made. As soon as Zen could see that the other wolf's eyes were shut and he was confident they would stay that way, his arms began to wriggle.

Raine didn't notice at first, she was too busy focusing on the growing mass at the base of Sythe's cock. She had read about the canine knot, but this was the first time she had seen one. The bulb slowly grew in size, enough that Zen had to open his mouth wide to fit it in. He still managed to take it, nudging his nose against Sythe's belly every now and then, though it was too wide for him to close his lips around.

That, was where Zen's hands came in. He freed one first, followed by the other. A moment later he brought them up between Sythe's legs. Raine panicked at the sight, fearing that he had used the opportunity to make an escape, that he would start by killing Sythe at his most vulnerable. She froze in place, for a moment more afraid of admitting she had been peeping on them than of what Zen might do, but her fears were unfounded anyway. Zen's hands came to rest with one on Sythe's legs and the other around the base of his cock, forming a ring around it with thumb and forefinger, behind the knot.

Sythe's eyes jolted open as he felt the touch, looking down at Zen with surprise, fear and betrayal. <How, how are you untied?>

Zen didn't take the cock out of his mouth to answer, simply looking up at the other wolf with a playful grin, then giving his cock a squeeze behind the knot. Sythe let out a small squeak of pleasure, and jerked forwards into his muzzle. Zen grinned, and swallowed down something. Raine figured out what it was and rubbed her tail between her legs harder. <Fine,> Sythe replied in resigned, if not unhappy, defeat, and closed his eyes again. Zen went back to suckling and bobbing.

It didn't continue for long though. Sythe returned to his thrusting shortly after, though this time Zen seemed prepared for it. He held Sythe back with his hands, letting him have his fun while also giving himself room to breathe, literally.

Sythe began to grunt lightly as he humped faster and faster, his jaw hanging open and his tongue lolling out the side of it. There was a point, Raine spotted, where his thrusting stopped being about speed or style. Sythe completely lost his rhythm as he thrust into Zen's face urgently a final few times. Then he stopped, holding himself down as his face scrunched up, closing his mouth and gritting his teeth.

Zen, with that silly grin on his face, started swallowing, again, and again, and again.

Raine clenched her legs together around her tail as she went flush red herself, shuddering as she tried to keep herself quiet.

Zen kept his lips wrapped around Sythe's cock as he pulled himself back, the assassin finally letting go of his knot and cleaning the length off as he went, until the tip felt cool air again. Sythe took a few wobbly steps back away from the other wolf, who despite now being free of his bonds, remained kneeling, and leant back against the tree with a huge grin on his face. Sythe, meanwhile, cycled through a range of emotions, horror, anger, then embarrassment.

<You're welcome> Zen broke the silence after a few moments, still grinning and fidgeting his eyebrows, trying to draw Sythe's attention back.

Sythe took a few moments to realise what Zen was not saying, then a few moments more to consider his options as he glanced between Zen's face and his crotch. <I still don't trust you,> he said, his voice shaking even more than his legs. <and you've just proven that you can slip any bindings, even though going to have to tie you up again anyway.>

Zen for his part seemed none too disappointed (though Raine was slightly) and shrugged nonchalantly. <I figured. Though can I at least have my pants back?>

Sythe froze as though Zen had made a convincing threat on his life. <You know we emptied them out right? And Raine checked for magic on everything.>

<I'm not trying to hurt you Sythe.> Zen grinned, practically laughing at the other wolf's paranoia. <I want my pants back because this...> he lowered both of his hands down to his hips and gestured between his legs, where his own cock sat bolt upright, erect, throbbing and even dribbling precum from the tip <...isn't going anywhere on its own any time soon.>

Sythe seemed to avoid eye contact with Zen as he walked around behind him. <I'll have a look in your bag. But only after I'm done here.> Sythe knelt down behind Zen, taking hold of the other wolf's arms and holding them behind his back as he began to loop the rope around them again.

<Ok good, because tying me up is just going to make it worse.> Sythe paused and blushed a deep shade of red, though he soon went back to tying the knot in the rope.

<And keep quiet about this,> Sythe added, quietly, all certainty abandoning his voice.

<Relax Sythe...> Zen started, leaning over his shoulder to look at Sythe as he spoke. He was cut off almost immediately though.

<I mean it. They don't care about what you like. But, I don't want anyone knowing about... this.> Sythe avoided even looking at the assassin, leaning his head down to work on securing Zen to the tree.

<Sythe they're humans, they don't care anyway.> Zen said as he looked straight at Raine, giving her a smug wink.

Raine darted backwards into her bedroll as quickly and quietly as she could, burning bright red with embarrassment.