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Pack By Lykos Bane

I can't take my eyes off the screen.

An image flashes onto the screen of a much younger Riff in a uniform and the wolf from the photo. They were in a cell and Roland had Riff pinned to the bars. There was no sound, but Roland was obviously saying something to Riff.

Riff struggled with the larger, older male, but it was obvious who was stronger. Roland's fist collided with Riff's gut, the impact gaining a grunt from me. The guard doubled over, or at least tried to, but he was firmly pinned to the bars by the convict. Roland's paw jumped up and gripped Riff by the loose skin on the back of his neck. With a twist of his paw, Roland easily guided the guard away from the bars. It reminded me of a mother guiding her pup.

Roland once again displayed his strength and firmly forced the smaller wolf across the cell. Riff's knees collided with the bottom bunk, propelling him onto the bed. His ears barely missed the top bunk.

Riff was fast though. He quickly pushed himself up and turned on Roland. His teeth were bared and ready to attack. He leapt from the bed and tried to attack the convict. Roland responded with a firm punch to the nose. Riff's head snapped back with the force and something white and triangular shot from his muzzle.

The tooth bounced a couple times on the floor and was left forgotten.

The convict didn't give Riff a chance to recover. The larger wolf grabbed the guard's legs and roughly turned him over. Riff tried to struggle and kick away, but it was met with a firm punch to the back of his head. The younger wolf lay there dazed. The convict laid his body over Riff and pinned him to the bed. He gripped the guard's head and roughly pulled the younger wolf's head back.

Riff's lips and muzzle fur were wet with blood that oozed from the cavity left by the lost tooth. His ears splayed as he felt the weight over him. Roland said something to him before Riff's elbow came up in an attempt to hit the older lupine. Before it could connect, Roland slammed Riff's head into the hard metal frame of the bunk bed, the elbow missing its target completely. Not that it would have mattered. It lost all its strength and fell to the bed next to Riff's limp form. Both wolves were laying over the width of the cot with Roland's feet still on the ground and Riff bent over it.

Roland leaned back enough for me to see him grip Riff's black slacks. Riff didn't move as they were tugged down with enough force to lift the younger wolf's hips from the bed. The buckle finally gave way and unfastened. The slacks opened and came down enough to show Riff's firm ass.

I lean in. This was starting to get interesting. My attention is completely on the TV. Many things are falling into place about Riff and his behavior after his quick stint as a prison guard.

The older wolf's paw dipped down in front of him, manipulating something. When his hips turned a bit, I saw that his sheath was out, cock hard and throbbing. This explained things quite well.

Riff didn't start to struggle until Roland's form moved over him again. He tried to pull away and struggled with everything he had. The older male was just playing with him. The angle of the camera left some things to the imagination as it only gave a good view of Roland's rump with his heavy balls visible as they hung low between his spread legs. It also gave a decent view of Riff's tail draped over Roland's hip.

The young guard continued to struggle, paws pushing back against the convict's larger form. Roland caught Riff's wrist and pinned the paw down to the bed. His other paw was holding the base of the younger wolf's tail.

Riff's entire form went completely motionless when Roland's ass and hip muscles flexed.

I didn't have to see it. It was quite clear that the convict had just slipped under the guard's tail. My jaw dips open as I watch my friend being raped on video. The older wolf's hips danced as he moved himself within Riff's body. The younger wolf didn't move a muscle, back arched and paw gripping Roland's tense hip. Riff wasn't quite the virgin I had believed him to be when the bear had him in the bathroom.

A moment later and Roland's hips were thrusting rapidly. There was nothing gentle about it. This was a primal act of dominance. It was one wolf showing another his proper place. To add to the effect, Roland's tail flagged upward in the natural sign of an alpha male.

It was a couple seconds after that when Riff's paw fell from Roland's hip and went limp with the rest of him. The guard's submission wasn't lost on the convict and he roughly pulled the younger wolf upward from the bed. He pushed himself onto it and turned himself, along with Riff, sideways on the cot. The new position made it possible for Roland to rest his knees on the bed as well.

It also put them in a new angle, giving me a full side view of the coupling males. Roland gripped Riff's hips and roughly pulled them upwards, moving himself onto his knees as well. His paw once again grabbed Riff's scruff and firmly pinned the guard's head against the bed.

The older wolf pulled his hips back slowly and roughly slammed them home again. My eyes were locked upon the thick shaft of the convict as it continued to force its way into Riff's body. The young wolf's gaze was locked upon the camera, expression blank and distant. The slight look of hope quickly leaving as no one came to his aid that might have been watching.

Roland's muzzle tipped downward, a vicious grin spreading over his facial features. A strand of drool dripped from the tip down upon my friend's head. The wolf was obviously slipping into a feral state. If that wasn't enough to signal the older wolf's coming release, his erratic motions were.

I could see a thick knot forming at the base of the convict's thick dick. He made no effort to push it into the prone guard under him. He was fully thrusting every inch into the beaten wolf under him. Every muscle in Roland's body tensed before he mashed his knot against the guard's entrance. The convict lifted his muzzle and howled out his conquest of the guard. There was no denying what he was doing even if I couldn't hear the sound.

Riff's ears pinned against his head in submission and his eyes closed tightly. Without warning, Roland pulled out, the thick shaft jumping and throbbing still as it sent copious gouts of potent wolf seed over my friend's back. The white fluid soaked into the shirt Riff still wore, a stark white contrast to the blue cotton of his guard uniform.

Finally, Roland's climax subsided and left the older male panting heavily. His cock remained out of its sheath by the knot, a deeply purple spire of male virility. He slowly stroked himself, cleaning the mess that remained. The convict's paw then rubbed over Riff's rump, leaving the mess there.

Roland's muzzle moved as he said something else to Riff before he pushed himself off the bed. With a wink at the camera, the convict pulled his pants up and walked out of the cell.

The camera remained upon Riff, who was still resting with his abused rump in the air. He didn't move for a moment, but finally fell to his side. His expression was blank, signs of humiliation glowing in my friend's ears. That cocky youthful lupine look I had remembered was gone.

Before the image flickered and died, I could see Riff's shaft resting over his thigh.

Did he enjoy it? There was no way anyone could enjoy something like that. Then again, Riff had let the bear do the same thing to him. He seemed a bit more willing during that time though.

I sit in silence for a moment. I can't figure out what is going on here. Looking back at the table, my paws start to dig through the papers. A hidden newspaper clipping peaks out from behind the image of Roland's picture. It is an old piece of brown paper, aged and falling apart.

"Escaped Convict Still Not Found"

I read more, intrigued. The article went into detail about the following lawsuit by the guard 'that was attacked during the escape.' He had a strong case. There was no reason for a rookie to be guarding solitary. Only problems go there and most of those problems are incredibly angry. The article never once mentioned the rape.

Needless to say, my friend won his case and retired at the ripe old age of eighteen. The bastard must have won more money than I'd care to think about. He sure as hell didn't make enough money with his wolf reserve to support him, let alone build this nice cabin on it.

I still don't understand what's going on. It's all just too strange. Why is this stuff scattered all over the table like this? Why did Riff call me after so long? What the fuck is going on here?

Then I see it. A piece of paper sticks to the back of the picture.

'I'm gonna get him.'

I stare at the quickly scribbled letter. My heart begins to beat thinking of the possibilities. The pieces finally came together. Then I saw the paperwork on the table, hidden under the scattered papers and pictures. The thick black letters across the top made my heart actually skip a beat. It's some reading I gave to Riff about my project I have been working on for the last few years.

Fuck! He wouldn't!

I panic. I grab the brown newspaper clipping and run for the door. I didn't even bother to turn off the television, leaving the gray fuzz to dance and race across the screen. Hell, I didn't even lock the door.

None of that matters though.

I'm in the car and buckling up in no time, on autopilot. My mind is elsewhere. My eyes scan the article in search of two important parts. I quickly find the name of the prison. The date of the incident soon follows. I growl a bit in frustration. In my old age, I begin to feel my exhaustion. It is late and I didn't want to deal with this tonight.

"Where to?"

I sat in silence for a moment before growling, "Chronex."

The car roars to life again and speeds away from the cabin, heading towards my company back in the city. I started Chronex shortly after my tenure as Head of Physics Research. Yeah, it was a big named school, but I'm not going to divulge that informatiln. Bet you didn't know that about me though, huh? Anyway, I started Chronex shortly after that, with most of our attention being focused on exactly what you might be thinking.

Time travel.

Needless to say, such a thing starts perking ears all over. From military to the rich wanting to take that exotic vacation in an almost alien prehistoric land, everyone wants a piece of it. As of now, it was still unstable and in testing. There are laws that need to be written. There is no telling what kind of damage could be done by going back and changing anything.

And that is just what Riff is heading off to do. Or at least I think. Riff had helped with some of the testing. He went with me on my first trip back, over a year ago. It was shortly before the time we lost contact.

I can't believe he's going to do it. He must have lost it. He should know better. I look away from the article and look out into the woods that surround the road. The large pack of feral wolves that shares the land with Riff is escorting me out. They keep pace with my car.

The sight brings back memories, my exhausted mind thankful to be taken off the present emergency. My eyes land upon the two wolves in the front. The alpha and beta males lead the rest in a zigzag pattern through the trees. They weren't the same two I had known, but they were of the same line.

I could tell that much...

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Ten Years Ago...

I always loved visiting Riff in those days.

It was always a fucking blast. He was one of those lucky bastards that lived in the vast wilderness of the mountains. There was no one around for miles. The solitude was very relaxing and ultimately therapeutic.

I awoke to the smell of cooking meat and it immediately got my drool flowing. I sat up and extended my arms as far as they would go. The feeling of my joints as they popped was enough to get a series of moans from me. I relaxed with a soft sigh and slipped out of bed.

My feet found the cold floor and my toes instinctively wiggled as if to get the hot blood flowing through them. I stood and stretched again, this time giving more focus to my back. It popped much the same as my arms had. My nose led me to the source of the smell as my tail gently swayed behind me, propelling me forward.

Riff's place was huge. Nothing mansion like, but large for what it was. The wolf's cabin was built on a large chunk of land left to him by his grandfather. The structure consisted of two floors, the upper acting more like a loft with a balcony that overlooked the living room and kitchen area of the lower.

I stood at the railing and barked down to Riff, "Wha'cha makin'? It smells good!"

Riff did not reply. I guess the sounds of sizzling meat and frying eggs masked the sound of my own voice. I made quick work of the stairs and stood in the kitchen a moment later.

Riff had his back to me, his tail swaying slowly as he moved around the kitchen. He stood at the stove, working over the food with a spatula and fork. Two frying pans rested over deep blue flames. The only thing that would have made the image more stereotypical would have been an apron with 'Kiss the Cook' scrawled across the front of it.

I stepped up behind him and placed my paws on his shoulders, giving a sudden growl, "Wha'cha makin'!?"

Riff's fur stood on edge as he spun around and yelped.

Got 'em!

I was not expecting to feel the sting of a spatula slapping me across the muzzle. I laughed and dodged the makeshift weapon as it swung through the air a second time. By the time Riff's arm was cocked to drive the spatula at me a third time, he realized who had grabbed him.

"God Damn it, wolf," Riff's black lips curled into a snarl before he chuckled, "Don't do that..."

I laughed, "I don't see how you could get so frightened, Riff!" I motioned towards the spatula with a nod of my head, "Especially with a weapon like that at your disposal."

Riff growled again and turned back to his cooking, but not before I caught the phrase sprawled across his apron. Shaking my head, I took a seat near by with a soft snicker.

"It smells good, whatever it is."

Riff's tail wagged at the praise, "Thanks!"

I watched that tail wag and memories of that one night so long ago come back to me. We never talked about it again and there was never a repeat performance, but every once in a while I'd find myself staring at his rump and thinking about how snug it felt around me. I shook my head and forced my gaze away just in time for him to turn towards me with a grin on his muzzle.

Whatever happened to that bear?

I still had his number somewhere, but I never bothered to call on him again. I could only imagine if he had ever come back to see Riff. I did not dwell on it for long though, my attention dragged elsewhere.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Riff announced, the larger of the two frying pans clutched in a paw.

The wolf approached the table and scooped four slices of sizzling bacon onto the place in front of me. The last four go onto his plate. He pours the grease into a large bowl of meat on the counter, these pieces uncooked. The mixture of cooked meat fat and uncooked meat cause my stomach to growl. The four pieces of bacon never got to meet the spoonfuls of fluffy yellow eggs that were put on my plate a few minutes later. Hell, I hardly even remember eating them..

"This is really good, Riff!" I remarked with a muzzle full of scrambled egg. I made short work of this as well, leaving my plate empty.

Riff did not exactly 'wolf' his food down though. He ate slowly. I relaxed and looked at the bowl of meat. I gave my lips another lick, "Is that for dinner?"

Riff shook his head. The grey wolf swallowed his food and grinned at me, "It's for the pack."

I forgot to mention the pack. Riff ran a preserve of sorts and had a pack of feral wolves running on his land. There were about seven of them in all. The pack was made of an alpha male, a beta male, and five females. Yeah...I know...What lucky males. Not only were they the only two males in the pack, but they made their home in miles of mountainous forest. I had only met the beta on a previous occasion. We seemed to hit if off quite well.

Judging by the bowl of meat, they really did live the good life.

I licked my lips of any bacon grease left there, "Damn. They're eating better than I am!"

Riff laughed after swallowing another bite of his bacon, "Higher ranked members of my pack, pup!"

I snickered at his teasing words as he took another bite of his scrambled eggs, "Enjoying your whipped chicken fetuses?" Riff's complexion took on a slightly pale glow as his chewing slowed down, "Damn...I sure know I did!" I rubbed my belly and grinned at him.

Riff didn't take another bite.

Later that morning found us walking along the paths through the forest behind Riff's cabin. It was a hot morning and all sources indicated it was only going to get hotter. We made our way through the foliage and hiked towards a lake a few miles from the cabin.

I held a basket in my paw containing a couple sandwiches and drinks with assorted snacks mixed in. It would be a tasty picnic for sure. My tail wagged as I followed my friend further into the woods.

Riff held the bag of meat. The scent of it caused my stomach to growl even more. I could almost imagine myself drooling over it. My mind couldn't accept the fact that he was going to feed it all to the feral lupines.

Speaking of the feral wolves, I'm surprised they weren't around us trying to attack Riff for that meat. I was about to attack Riff for that meat.

We continued our walk for a good half an hour before we broke through some trees and stepped into a beautiful clearing. It spread out, creating a nice break from the forest. In the middle was a lake full of crystal clear water. It was the epitome of peaceful. My tail wagged more.

"Wow," I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "It's beautiful."

Riff grinned and walked into the clearing, setting the bag of meat down. He turned back towards me, "Let's hang out here for a bit. They'll find us."

I nodded my head and set the basket down. Riff opened it and spread out a blanket for us to sit on. I began to unload the basket. The walk had made us both hungry again.

We sat down and ate quietly, listening to the noises of the woods surrounding us. The gentle breeze caused the water to ripple a bit, rocking it against the shore with a smooth nudge. I devoured my sandwich quickly, then lay down on the blanket to stare up at the sky.

It was very relaxing.

Riff soon joined me after finishing his sandwich. We lay there, just enjoying the day for a while. White clouds littered the blue sky on their journey towards the horizon.

Breaking the tranquility was the sound of ruffling bushes. I sat up and looked towards the source. Riff only lifted his head. He grinned a bit as the first lupine head appeared. He sat up when the rest of the pack came out of the surrounding woods and watched us.

"There they are," Riff growled softly to me. He reached over for the meat.

The lead feral was large. He held himself with confidence and moved gracefully through the clearing. I could tell he had picked up the scent of the meat. He tilted his muzzle upwards as if sampling the odor in the air. When he lowered it, he was panting.

Another wolf was behind him. This was the beta. He was a large male himself. He's the one I had a run in with a couple days ago. I was off walking through the woods my first day here while Riff was off at work. I stumbled across him. I think we surprised each other.

The beta came directly to me with a wag in his tail. He moved his muzzle along mine in a friendly feral gesture before I could pet him. He took a seat next to me as the alpha greeted Riff with a friendly growl. Riff ran his paw through the lead wolf's headfur before he reached into the bag of meat.

Following the two males was five females. The bitches came close to where the alpha sat. They watched Riff pull a chunk of meat and toss it to the large male. The alpha caught it in his jaws and devoured it quickly. The beta sat quietly by my side, watching without moving, waiting his turn. I could nearly smell his excitement.

In fact, I could smell the entire pack. They all carried a similar, heavy musk. I savored it for a moment before I opened my eyes and glanced around. I was suddenly thirsty.

Riff tossed another piece of meat to the alpha male. This time, he caught it and turned away. He sat near by and began to chew on the piece. This was the beta's signal that it was his turn. He stood up and moved to stand before Riff now.

My paw went into the basket in search of a beer while I watched the beta get his share of the meat. He only got one piece before he turned away. I snickered as the females closed in as one, no order among them. They were used to getting whatever they could get at.

I growled and pulled the basket over to me, "Shit!"

The alpha and beta wolves both took a break from their feast to regard me with perked and alert ears. Riff glanced over as well, the females nosing and pushing at him for their share of the meat. They did not even take their attention from my friend.

"What is it?" Riff called.

"I left the fucking beer at home," I rumbled.

"So?" Riff pulled out a piece of meat and tossed it to the female wolves.

"I'm thirsty," I simply said and stood to walk towards the woods, "I have to call the school anyway. The head of the physic research can't leave for a couple weeks and not take care of business during that time. Besides, it's such a nice day. I want to enjoy a few beers out here."

"Just save me one this time," Riff called with a snicker.

"You might just get lucky!" Before I could disappear into the woods, I looked back at Riff, "And don't worry about me. I'm going to be a bit. The call might take a little while. I promise I won't get lost."

Riff smirked, "Like I'd worry about you."

I shook my head and disappeared into the forest again. It was quiet, so I could hear the ruffling brush behind me. It seemed like someone decided to tag along. I sniffed at the air and caught the familiar scent of the beta. I didn't think twice about the beast following me.

The trip back to the cabin was quick and uneventful. I enjoyed the air conditioning while I had a beer. I put the rest into a cooler and decided the call could wait. No reason to worry about business on a day like this. It's not like they were going to run into any project ending errors while I was gone. Nothing I couldn't fix later anyway.

The beta was sitting on the back patio when I exited. We acknowledged each other with calm gazes. He was panting in the afternoon heat. I could relate. The moisture in the air does a number on thick lupine fur.

As I stepped out onto the porch, the feral wolf stood up. His tail flicked behind him as he approached me. I grinned and put a paw out for him. The wolf's head nuzzled against it as I rubbed my fingers through the fur.

"Hehe...You're a good boy," I said, still petting down the thick fur of his neck.

He made a rumbled sound that wasn't quite a growl. I found it odd, but not as odd as his next gesture. He stepped forward and pressed his nose firmly against my crotch. Even through my pants and thick fur, I could feel the heat of his breath blow over my skin. I was dumbfounded. My mind processed it as general feral behavior. It was easy to write off as some kind of beastly greeting.

He was shit out of luck if he expected me to sniff his ass.

"Whoa there, boy," I snickered and stepped back from him, but not before he could lick over the front of my pants. "That's not for you!"

He splayed his ears. It was a universal sign of apology. I forgave him with a pat to his head, rubbing between his ears with a firm paw. That got his tail wagging quickly before he made another of those odd rumbled sounds. Without another incident, the two of us were heading back towards Riff and the rest of the pack.

He walked behind me and a bit to the right. I glanced back at him a couple times. His gaze met mine for a moment before he looked away. The wolf was acting very strangely, but I'm no expert. A feral can be shy, right?

By the time we got back to the clearing, both of us were panting heavily. Before I broke the treeline, I heard splashing. Someone was swimming in the pond, but who? Riff didn't come with swim trunks. Maybe it was the pack trying to cool off from the afternoon warmth.

I glanced at the beta. His ears were as perked as mine. There was a bush blocking my view of the clearing. I set down the cooler so I could move the foliage aside. A grin spread over my muzzle at what met my gaze.

Riff was pulling himself out of the lake.

I was right.

Riff didn't bring a swim suit. He stood tall and stretched, having decided to take a swim himself. His clothes were in a pile a few feet away. He must have figured he had more time.

I never was one to interrupt a good time.

I sat on the cooler to get more comfortable and quietly watched. It seemed that the beta wasn't one to ruin one either. He sat right next to me. The beta even stopped panting to mask any sounds he might make. I looked back into the clearing.

Water pasted Riff's fur to his body, outlining his form in a skin tight layer of grey. He shook himself violently to send the loose water from his fur. I held in a snicker as his fur fluffed out like a well groomed pet. I swear that even his balls looked a little more fluffy.

My eyes took in everything. The pack were laying in a group. The females seemed to be asleep, but the alpha stared at my friend with a strong gaze. Riff stood by the pond for a bit, quietly listening for anything that could indicate my arrival. Of course, there was none.

Riff turned around then, looking out over the pond. This gave me a good view of his back side. The wolf's tail slowly wagged, giving quick views of his rump, something I hadn't seen since that night with the bear. And it looked as good as ever. I could feel myself starting to get aroused. I squirmed a bit where I sat and adjusted myself until my pants didn't feel quite so confined.

My sheath filled out quickly as I looked at that tail wag. Thoughts of it draped over my hip while my groin slapped against his rump didn't help matters. My mind began to drift back to that night as my paw began to drift between my legs. The beta squirmed next to me and I was almost certain he was going to give away our position with a soft whimper.

Thankfully, it didn't happen. My paw halted its rubbing as I looked at him. He looked back at me, then out at the clearing. My gaze returned there as well. Riff had turned away from the pond and I got a good profile view of him. It seemed that I wasn't the only one excited by Riff being nude like that. My friend's tapered cock tip rested over his balls, showing a good inch of his maleness.

The pressure on my groin returned. This time it wasn't my pants causing the discomfort. I looked away from Riff once again to find the beta's head nose pressed against my groin once more.

This time, I didn't push him away.

My legs spread wider and I moved my paw away, placing it between his ears. The beta saw the invitation and began to nose the area a bit more firmly. My free paw moved to the buckle of my pants to clumsily work it open. I let out a soft sigh when my sheath fell from the opening of my pants, hanging loose and low. The beta didn't waste a moment before his tongue was quickly lapping the salty sweat from my balls. I watched that tongue lick repeated at my groin and noticed it wasn't much different from my own, which I know bit down upon to stop the moan that wanted to force its way out.

I heard movement and took my attention away from the beta. I watched Riff move towards his clothes. Once his back was towards the pack, they began to move. The females silently moved to their feet as the alpha's gaze remained upon my friend. Two of the females darted off into the trees while the other three and the alpha stood where they were, keeping their eyes on the nude wolf. The alpha approached quietly, as if sneaking up on his prey.

This was odd. Were they about to attack my friend? Before I could process the situation, the alpha stood right behind my friend as Riff bent over to grab his clothes. I saw the feral wolf's muzzle tilt upward and suddenly nip Riff right on the rump. Riff nearly jumped out of his fur. He let out a surprised bark and turned on the alpha. The pack leader hung his head low as the females stood a few feet back.

"What the hell?" Riff growled, a paw rubbing his rump.

The alpha snarled deeply, the sound reaching even my ears. Riff's ears splayed and his muzzle took on a confused expression. The feral wolf began to walk slowly towards him, driving Riff backwards. Riff stepped back slowly, each back step bringing another step towards him from the alpha. Then I saw the two females that had disappeared from the rest of the pack. They moved up behind Riff as he stepped away. One moved directly into the path of my friend, then lay down. The other stood back, watching, obvious support to the first. The whole scene looked planned.

But what were they planning?

I was reminded of the beta when his tongue caught my erect cock. It slid slowly over the underside, covering every thick inch of it. I looked back at him and met his eyes. It was easy to read that this was part of the plan. He was just a distraction to keep me away.

Then I heard my friend bark out again. His heel caught the female waiting behind him. He fell backwards, twisting his body so he could catch himself before falling onto his tail. The female was gone before he even hit the ground.

He twisted in air to land on his knees and paws. I leaned in as if that would get me a closer look at the situation unfolding before me. My friend was on all fours, much like the pack of feral wolves. At least he could find comfort in the fact that they were all nude as well.

I lost track of what I was watching when I felt my cock sink into a hot mouth. I looked down to see my flesh push into the feral wolf's muzzle, his jaw careful around my length. Now, I've seen many muzzle sink down around my cock, but none of them came close to this strange sight. Due to the shape of the beast's muzzle, his thin lips loosely dragged over my length without much pleasure, but let me tell you there was nothing that compared to that tongue.

I was beginning to find the thought of being with this feral beast more and more appealing. Call me a sick fuck, but I was beginning to enjoy it. I found my paw on the beta's head as my hips gave a firm thrust, pushing my cock into the wolf's throat. If he wanted some cock, I had more than enough to give him.

My hips continued their work as I looked back out at the scene in the clearing. Riff tried to stand up after his fall, only to get a firm nip from the alpha wolf. The alpha growled deeply and Riff quickly went back to all fours. Hell, I would have as well. The sound almost made my ears splay, but nothing could have stopped my hips. The beta was an expert cock sucker.

The alpha moved up behind Riff and rested his head over my friend's back. He looked aggitated, rocking back and forth on his front paws. His rump wiggled a bit as well. I knew this behavior. I've seen it displayed by many feral males. Even I've displayed it before. It was obvious that Riff knew the actions as well, his face showing a mixture of shock, shame and fear.

The pack leader was about to mount his bitch.

Riff tried one last time to move forward, but was rewarded with another snarl and a nip, this time to the sensitive area of his lower back. He lets out a whine, the air whistling from his nostrils as they flare. He doesn't move again. The alpha once again does the mating dance behind my friend before he rears up on his hind legs. His paws rest on Riff's lower back, right where he had just bitten, and walks himself forward. The feral wolf's front legs slip down onto either side of Riff's body. I followed the feral's body, looking at how it fit so well against my friend. The curve of Riff's back fit with the feral's chest. The slim stomach of the alpha curled just right to fit over Riff's presented rump.

My jaw dropped when my gaze sank lower. The alpha was hung like a moose! There was no way that large shaft was going to fit anywhere on Riff. I was amazed at how similar his shaft looked to my own...only a little larger. It was almost comical as the alpha instinctively humped against his chosen bitch, rubbing that impressive length all over my friend's well groomed rump.

It wasn't funny when the alpha found his desired target through. Riff's eyes went wide as the large shaft forced its way into the wolf's tight passage. My paws tightened on the beta's ears as my friend was taken by the alpha. Riff howled as that thick pole forcefully pushed its way into him. There was no love or caring in the alpha's movements either. It was rough, feral fucking. The alpha wasn't breeding, that much was obvious. He was showing Riff who was in charge.

It reminded me of the video I had just seen

And Riff accepted it. The alpha's body molded to my friend's body even more once his curved hips pressed against Riff's rump. The wide thighs of the feral wolf engulfed Riff's flanks, completely hiding their connection from my view. The pack leader held for just a moment, savoring my friend's submission to him. He pulled back and started a rapid thrusting motion, violently fucking Riff with sharp, erratic thrusts under his raised tail.

My friend's head bowed a few minutes later when the alpha's motions got longer and slower. The pack leader saw my friend's submission when his ears flicked back against his head and he moaned. The feral wolf's head tilts and he leans in, biting down firmly upon Riff's scruff. He pulls back and twists my friend's neck fur in his jaws. Riff's body goes completely motionless as the four legger took completely control of the situation.

I stared at the alpha's hindquarters as they thrust slow and firm against the claimed wolf under him. The pack leader's cock took on a much darker red color, almost a deep purple. The veins were easily visible, as well as the sizeable knot at the base. An electric shock ran through my body at that sight, as if it turned me on even more. It was then that I realized my own knot was fully swollen. I looked back and saw that my body was on autopilot. I was still thrusting hard into the beta's muzzle, my paws still guiding his head with each thrust. I was lucky he hadn't bitten me.

It was as if seeing my knot pushing against the thin black lips of the feral lupine was all that was needed to reach climax. My body tensed and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from howling out. A sudden jump of my cock coated the beta's broad tongue with my potent seed. He didn't try to pull away either, apparently liking the taste and the feel of his tongue on my shaft. Unfortunately, dogs aren't very good at keeping their muzzles closed when it's full of cock. Soon, my groin was wet from my full load, the white cream matting down my dark fur, plastered there by the heavy pants of breath from the beta.

In a daze, I looked back into the clearing. Riff was in the same position he had been in before I looked away, the alpha firmly holding him around his lower ribs. It also looked as if the pack leader was holding his scruff more firmly. The wide hipped male bucked against Riff more rapidly now, the alpha not wasting any time with this fucking.

It wasn't for pleasure in any way. The pack leader was just claiming another member for his pack. From my voyeuristic position, it appeared that Riff was the new omega. There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from smirking.

The large feral suddenly tensed up and ground his hips hard against Riff's rump. My friend remained quiet as the pack leader sank his thick knot into my friend's ass, somehow not screaming out when he was spread so wide. The alpha released Riff's neck and gave him one last nip before he too tensed up. I could tell from Riff's expression that the feral wolf had reached climax.

The sight of a feral beast blasting his hot seed into my friend's body was one of the hottest sights I had ever laid my eyes upon. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live.

The beta's tongue glided quickly over any of the patches of cum that soaked into my pubic fur. I was oblivious to it though. He made short work and quickly had my groin clean although slicked down under an almost equally coating of wolf drool. My legs spread more for him. I loved how the broad tongue hooked my balls.

I looked back into the clearing again, noticing that Riff and the alpha remained locked together. A grin spread over my muzzle when the feral wolf pushed from my friend's back. He swung his hind leg over Riff, into the classic ass to ass position. The alpha was done with him and it showed. Now he just had to wait for that thick knot to subside.

The urge to jump out and surprise my friend flashed across my mind. It would be hilarious to watch him try and explain his way out of that one. There was no reason not to really, except for the thick shaft protruding from my own sheath. Damn knots. The bane of any canine's existence. It caused more problems than not. Any male canine is going to have an embarrassing tale to tell from their first 'knotting'.

I grumbled under my breath. I couldn't jump out there with my cock leading the way. He'd know I had watched.

The beta was licking my groin still. I pushed his head away from my lap and stood up. An erection was nothing a quick walk wouldn't take care off. I left my pants by the cooler and walked into the woods. The beta followed right by me. I left the clearing behind, leaving Riff to the rest of his fate.

About fifteen minutes into my walk, my knot finally pulled back into my sheath. The rest of my cock quickly followed. By the time I reached the clearing again, the bloated tube had returned to normal, my length once again dormant.

I reached the cooler and glanced into the clearing. Riff wasn't visible from where I was. The alpha had already disengaged though because I saw him curled up and licking himself. I picked up my pants and slipped them on quickly before I got the first whiff of the scent marking. Cringing, I sniffed the air again, catching the definite stench of the alpha's mark. He must have taken one hell of an after sex piss.

A quick adjustment to my groin and I was ready. I calmly walked into the clearing. The beta ran in after that. He went to the alpha and nuzzled him before he sniffed over the big beast.. I glanced around the clearing and grinned when I saw Riff swimming in the lake again. He surfaced and I waved to him. He spit some water out and then waved back. Riff must have been trying to hide the evidence of his recent interaction with the feral wolf.

He reached the edge of the lake and looked at me with a grin, his waist down still covered by the water, "Do you mind?"

I stared back and matched his grin, "Not at all." I took a seat on the cooler and watched him in the water.

He snickered for a moment and glanced around, looking a bit uncomfortable, "Ummm....I don't exactly have anything on..." I could see his blush from the shore. Riff was still so shy, even though I have knowingly seen him nude. I don't think it was his nudity that held him back.

I shrugged, "So? I said I didn't mind didn't I? Beside, its just your sheath."

Riff growled at me, which got me laughing. I shook my head and spun around on the cooler, putting my paws in the air in fake annoyance.

"I do mind this though!" I teased, hearing him come out of the water.

The sound of ruffling clothes was easy to hear as well, everything else being very quiet. Finally, after only a couple minutes, Riff stepped around in front of me, pulling his shirt down over his torso. His tail wagged as he had a stupid smirk on his face.

"What took you so long?" Riff asked, tugging lightly on the cooler to indicate his interest to get inside, "I decided to go for a quick swim."

"Oh," I smirked, wagging my tail as I stood up so he could get a beer. "That phone call took longer than I expected." I grinned at him, winking, "Doesn't seem like you missed me though."

Riff gave me an odd look and shook his head, "Well...now that you're back, we should head back home."

Of course he'd want to head back. He needed a shower.

I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed by this as well, sighing overdramatically. I grabbed a beer from the cooler and laughed, "You get to take the cooler this time, wetboy."

I walked away before Riff could argue, hitting the trail with a wag in my tail. The beta was there once again, following me along. The rest of the pack stayed back with the alpha.

Riff was last in line.

All the way back, I couldn't get the scent of the alpha's mark out of my nose. It was as if the area he marked were following us. I glanced at Riff, wondering.

He wouldn't have let the feral wolf do that as well, would he?

We reached the cabin without incident. The wolves pushed their way into the cabin when Riff opened the door, before he could even get inside. They had never done that before that I knew of. Riff kind of brushed it off with a shrug.

"They come in sometimes," Riff said with a nervous snicker, then walked in.

I just nodded.

Sure they did.

Riff was fast to get into the shower, barely saying a thing before he disappeared into the bathroom. I noticed the smell of the alpha's mark disappeared with him. I couldn't help but snicker. I watched the pack as they lay claim to the living room, curling up in a large group. That is, except for the alpha. He was curled up in Riff's chair.

_What the hell? _I decided to join them. I took a seat on the couch and put my feet up on the beta's back.

A little while later, Riff came out of the shower. His fur was freshly groomed and he had slipped into a comfortable looking robe. He relaxed back with a soft sigh, "What a day."

The rest of the day was spent making dinner. After dinner, Riff and I spent a couple hours playing cards and drinking beer. The pack made themselves quite comfortable within the house, sprawling on the clean rub and soft furniture. By my fourth beer, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. I yawned large and stretched, sitting up from where I was.

"It's time for this wolf to head to bed."

Riff sat up as well, nodding, "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

I left Riff and the pack in the living room and went to bed. While laying in the dark, I could hear the gentle sounds of movement downstairs. All was quiet for a moment before I heard a soft grunt. I shook my head. It sounded like Riff couldn't get enough. Hopefully this time, he won't make the mistake of getting tied.

If he even has a say so in the matter anyway.

A long creak caught my ear as my door opened inward. I sat up in bed. The beta's form was outlined by the dim light from the living room downstairs. He quietly entered my room, his gaze directly on me. I knew he was able to see me, even in the dark. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and let them rest on the ground, just in time for the beta's nose to push into my groin again.

It seemed that Riff wasn't the only one that couldn't get enough.

I pet him between the ears as he continued to sniff at my sheath again, "Good boy."

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The car turned out of Riff's driveway and dragged me from my thoughts. The pack disappeared into forest. The forest swiftly darted by the windows as I called out to the car, "Call Joe and set speed ten miles above limit."

Simultaneously, the phone rings and the car speeds up. It's on the fifth or sixth ring that Joe picks up. His voice still has the slur of sleep to it, but it is hard to mistake the annoyance behind each word. Not to mention he has quiet the foul muzzle on him.

"What hell do you want? Do you know what fucking time it is?"

"Yeah," I growl back. "We have an emergency. You have to get down to Chronex."

"What?" Joe's voice is more surprised now, "Now? Fuck that!"

"I need your help, Joe."

The panda's silence lasts for a moment before he moans into the phone again, sleep once again showing up in his voice, "Shit...For what?"

"You have to send me back."

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" That gets the bruin to wake up, "How about I send you to the god damn loony bin and we leave it at that?"

"I'm not joking, Joe," I growl again. "Riff's going to go back."

"Fuck!" I could hear the urgency in his voice now. He understands why he is awake, "I'll meet you there."

The line goes dead without another word. While the car continues toward Chronex, I look over the old paper again. The escape occurred on April 15th, 2007. That is over 30 years ago. It fells like an eternity when I think back over it. So much has happened. I can't believe he is actually going to try a stunt like this. I've only been sent back about a month and that left the machine unstable.

Playing with space and time is a dangerous matter.

Theoretically, we could stay as long as we want in the past. Our return procedure consists of a button on a wristwatch. Pushing the button would send out a radio signal in that time that would bounce around until the machine picks it up in the present time. It carries the coordinates and the time at which the button is pressed. In reality, it takes all those years to travel to the present time, but to the wearer, it's almost instantaneous.

We could return at any time. The first jump was a quick one and only went back about ten seconds. We took enough time to drop something off into an unused room. The idea was for us to find the object in the room when we returned to the present.

We also never jumped anywhere outside of the complex. The further back we jumped, the more dangerous it became. Now, I don't buy into that Hollywood mumbo jumbo about the world ending if you fuck with something in the past. Killing someone won't destroy the world, but it might seriously fuck shit up.

Riff is part of that 'we'. He was eager to learn everything about the machine, from the proper preparation procedure to the return trip. The wolf knew it all and now he is going to abuse that knowledge.

The car makes a sharp turn into a parking space. Chronex looms large and foreboding before me. The large structure appears more like a warehouse, which is exactly what we are going for when we started it. No need for the outside world to know anything is going on in there at all.

There is no sign of Riff, but that didn't surprise me at all. The car eases to a stop in front of the only door in the large structure. One way in and one way out makes security much easier. The security system is fantastic as well. If you didn't belong there, you wouldn't be getting in. The only problem with that is it is programmed to believe Riff belonged there. He did help and we never removed him from the system.

Joe's car sits by the front door. He isn't in it, so I figure he is already inside. Before my car could announce that we had reached our destination, I'm running for the entrance. I didn't even bother to close my car door.

My paw presses against the print sensor by the door. The retinal scanner flashes to life, inviting my eye to be read. After both red lights give the green confirmation, a robotic voice croaks through a speaker.

"Password?"

"L2NB9," I say breathlessly.

"Voice recognized," the voice drones on. "Password correct."

The lock disengages with a click and the thick door slides open. I dart through the maze of hallways and rooms. The machine is in the back of the complex. All the lights along the hallway go dim as I approach the door. That's not a good sign. It takes an incredible amount of power to charge the machine. The energy reserves quickly drain whenever the machine is in use.

I burst through the door in time to see a wolf's form vanish from the time chamber. Out side of the chamber, Joe is at the controls, rapidly typing in commands. Each set of keystrokes was rewarded with a loud beep and a red flash. A very annoyed bear turns his attention to me.

"YOUR friend just screwed up," the panda grumbles.

"Where did he go?" I am already opening the chamber.

The bear shrugs and looks back at the controls, "I can't tell."

I hand him the paper. His eyes dart over it, "What the shit is this?" He looks back at me, "And we need to have a little talk about you leaving people in our security database. "

"Now's not the time," I growl. "I need you to send me back to 2007."

Joe gives the date on the paper a glance and laughs, "There's no fucking way! You saw the surge of power just now. We don't even know if you can go that far back yet. It could blow the whole damn system if there isn't enough power!"

"Well, we're going to chance it," my voice replies with a snarl. I'm worked up and it is obvious.

"God, man," Joe tries to stay calm in my excitement, "Anything could happen. Theoretically, if we don't have enough power to contain this shit..."

He let that thought linger. I knew what can happen if the energy was uncontrolled. I have to chance it though. There is no telling what kind of trauma could be caused if Riff went back and killed someone. I couldn't allow it, even if it means going back and saving a criminal.

"I don't care. I have to go after him."

Joe remains silent, watching me. With a shake of his head, he growls something under his breath. I let it slide, having more important things to deal with. My paws went up and began to undo my shirt.

That's another thing about time travel. Clothing doesn't seem to go with you. I can't explain it myself. I can tell you it was extremely awkward when Riff and I made the first jump. It wasn't so bad seeing Riff naked, since it obviously wasn't the first time, but it was strange having to come back to a very amused panda bear.

He couldn't stop laughing, but I got my revenge. It got to the point where he wanted to go back as well and that meant a naked bear. Joe didn't know I took pictures. Now though, after so much research, Joe and I were quite comfortable with our nudity around each other.

My clothes were in a neat pile before I went to the chamber. Joe cleared his throat before I could open the glass door. I held the handle and glance back at him.

"Forgetting something?" The bear is holding up a watch, "You do plan on coming back, right?"

"Shit," I grumble. "That could have been bad."

"It's already fucking bad," Joe says as I take the watch and put it around my wrist.

For some reason, electronic devices have no issues with time travel. Good thing too, or Riff and I would always be about ten seconds off from present time after that first jump.

I get into the seat and lean back. My eyes close and I start to pant a bit. Mental preparation was about as important as the physical and I've found that closing my eyes before a jump helps ease the nausea of time travel. It makes it feel more like falling to sleep and waking up in a different time, which is kind of cool if you ask me.

Joe's voice comes through the intercom as I relax myself, "Are you sure about this? This is so fucking dangerous, man..."

I could hear the unease in Joe's voice. He is frightened. I won't lie. I am as well. There is no telling if Riff even made the jump he planned on. Unfortunately, there is no way of being sure either.

"I'm sure. I have to do something."

"Ok."

I feel the vibration of the machine starting up. It grows to a low, bass drone that vibrates the glass walls of the chamber. I keep my eyes closed as my fur begins to stand on end, a result of the static conductor that forces the time leap. A build up of static power fills the chamber before the stationary electrons are forced to their new destination...another moment in time. Of course, anything in the chamber is dragged along with it.

I could go into more detail about the basics of time travel, but I'm not going to bore you anymore.

A loud pop caught my attention. My eyes open to find the lab outside of the chamber flooding with red flashing lights. The loud wail of an alarm accompanies the lights. Something went wrong. Joe appears panicked.

The first reactor goes with a loud explosion, causing my body to go numb. The machine couldn't handle it! The whole place was going to go up. Joe knows this. He looks into the chamber and shakes his head. We make eye contact as he backs up towards the exit. By the time the second reactor blows, the bear is gone.

I don't blame him. I'd have done the same thing.

My mind tells me to run, but it's too late. The second explosion brought down some debris that blocked the exit. I'm trapped. The warehouse shakes violently as the machinery gave out. The glass walls of the chamber start to crack, sending spider web like designs through the breaking wall.

The static build up continues though. When the hole opens where the first reactor once stood, I could feel myself slipping still. There was no way it was going to work though. The build up of energy was too much. It is going to blow and I am going to go with it.

There's no denying it's all over for me when the third reactor explodes. My body vibrates almost painfully as the complex begins to crash in around me. I'm facing the third reactor, giving me a good view of the bellowing ball of fire charging towards me in my glass tomb. The walls shatter and shards of glass fly all around me as the fire engulfs the chamber.

Intense heat surrounds me before everything goes black.

To Be Concluded...

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