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The Quest's End wasn't what one might call a respectable establishment. It was a worn-down little tavern, well-loved and known for shady dealings and casual, carnal pursuits, frequented by thousands of adventurers. It was the kind of place where one might go to find an adventurer to clean up the dungeon you happened to unearth beneath your new property, but equally so, it was where you'd find a pent-up warrior seeking to unwind after his latest quest, eager for some more intimate rewards.

The clientele was, to say the least, diverse. Adventurers came from almost all the various species of the world, and many of them brought their companions, too. Additionally, any age range would visit the place sooner or later, from cocky young bucks to grizzled, scarred, and jaded veterans. No day was the same at the Quest's End, except that on any given day gold would be changing hands, and patrons would almost assuredly be getting down and dirty together in more or less advisable relations. There was, for one, that time when a half-dragoness warrior had been seduced by a kobold bard, and she'd scorched the interior of the restrooms in the throes of her orgasm. Oh, she'd gotten knocked up, too, and had since then retired to her lair to raise half-kobold whelps.

Stone, or "Grim," as some of his acquaintances called him, was just another one of those varied patrons, currently knocking down pint after pint of bitter but potent ale, gradually drowning out his memory of having to clear out an entire gnoll fortress. The stench had been such that he needed to paralyze his mind with alcohol to stop thinking about it. They weren't known for their hygiene, or their modesty, and while his heavy armor had protected him, he'd also thrown up inside it the instant he drove off the last few gnolls who had decided against fighting him when their ranks dwindled.

That'd been an experience. Not one he was keen to repeat. His pet, though, didn't mind. By his feet laid an enormous direwolf bitch, to whom a lot of his success could be attributed, even if Grim himself would never admit it. Sure, Grim was a big, hard, man, but gnolls were almost twice his size and just as muscular. He was more skilled, but gnolls weren't smart; they responded to displays of skill with aimless, enraged flailing, tending to overwhelm any overly technical adventurers with sheer brute strength.

What they didn't feel as keen to challenge was the sight of a wolf, big enough to effortlessly lunge for their throats, with a snarling snout full of razor-sharp fangs. More than a few had dropped their enormous axes, clubs, or hammers, and opted to instead hightail it out of the fortress to rob and pillage somewhere else.

Grim had found her - who he'd ended up naming Blizzard, for her striking white fur - abandoned as a pup, what felt like ages ago. It hadn't taken long for him to realize that the wolf was far more intelligent than he'd assumed at first when she'd managed to, appropriately, wolf down half the supplies he'd had in his backpack after unbuttoning it with her teeth. Still, she was far too adorable with her guilty-looking puppy-eyes to really get angry at, and so he'd decided to take her home.

He'd been a small-time adventurer then; now, he was one of the best-regarded mercenary adventurers in the kingdom, in no small part thanks to having her ferocious fangs and claws - and cunning, sneaky intellect - at his side. Other than having stronger biological urges than Grim himself did, he often suspected that Blizzard might actually be smarter than him. He merely had the advantage of tools. Thus, they'd become an odd couple, an adventuring party of two... and eventually, more.

The problem was, now, that after she'd reached adulthood, Blizzard - Blizz, as she was usually called - would do as all adult she-wolves do; she'd go into heat. Initially this had been a problem for Grim, who couldn't have her be quite so distracted by every male canine they came across, and oftentimes other species too, but at the same time, having her bred would make her quite unable to come adventuring with him, and without his trusty direwolf, Grim was only half a team. Given that her body didn't really allow her to masturbate in the way that a bipedal creature easily could, it left him with one option, that he'd initially found himself hesitating about: taking care of Blizzard's urges on his own.

It'd been a little weird at first. Even though Blizzard was just about as intelligent as the average person, she didn't speak. Her muzzle simply wasn't built for it, and that made Grim feel like he was fucking a common animal. But once he'd gotten over that he would've agreed that it was rather pleasant to have a travelling partner that he could also fuck - and when in heat, Blizzard was absolutely ravenous, constantly begging for his cock between quests. Sometimes in the middle of battle, she'd rub up against him, only barely containing herself from taking a break from fighting altogether.

Of course, Grim used those enchanted cockrings that made sure she wouldn't get pregnant. As far as he knew, dire wolves could be fertilized by any mammals, and even if it wasn't the case, he wasn't much of a risk-taker. He'd built his career on doing jobs he knew he could do, after all.

All that had then led up to this day. After the gnoll fortress, Grim had gotten so drunk that he was practically snoring at the bar, periodically dozing off only to wake up and order another beer. This left him quite limp, insensate and unheeding of Blizzard's need. Her heat had come rather suddenly, too, and every moment her owner-partner wasn't rutting her made it worse, the infuriating heated itch inside her growing and growing until she found herself eyeing the other patrons. They all looked incredibly handsome to her in her current state, but one in particular stood out.

An older wolf, maybe a retired adventurer, grey-muzzled and rough-hewn. He was chatting with a fox at a table not too far from Blizzard and Grim, and going by the massive bulge in his trousers, he was very well equipped to help her out too.

Granted, that presented Blizzard with a conundrum. Would the stranger accept her advances? Some people had a distinct dislike of mating with ferals. If he did, would he wear those rings her owner did? Did he even have any? Being that he was a wolf - albeit a bipedal one - there was a very real risk that he'd leave her belly swelling if he mounted and seeded her unprotected, which Grim in turn didn't want, because as strong as Blizzard was, a pregnant bitch just wouldn't do as well in battles. All the extra weight would slow her down, not to mention needing to actually give birth at some point. Still, the thought of a cock - any cock - sliding into her puffy, soaked pussy and pumping her full of thick, potent seed was intoxicating to the wolfess, as risky as it'd surely be.

She squirmed a little, feeling her juices drool from her puffy sex, agonizing over what to do and wishing that Grim would wake up from his stupor, ideally ready to take care of her. Even if he suddenly woke up, though, Blizzard somehow doubted that he'd be ready to mount to her with how drunk he was.

That left her with only that other option, risky in so many ways.

The older wolf hadn't really noticed her yet - even if her scent was having a kind of subconscious effect on him - busy as he was talking to his vulpine friend, regaling him once again with obscure tales of his old adventures.

"I remember that one, Grey," the fox laughed. "It was one of the stories you told me when you were training me, eh?"

"Maybe!" the wolf guffawed. "At some point you kinda forget where one dungeon ends and the other begins."

He'd gone by the name "Grey" for so long that nobody really remembered what his given name was, but it was as good as any. He'd never really been one to seek fame, just enough treasure to make himself a comfortable life, and after collecting it all, he'd retired, just a little past his middle-aged years, ready to enjoy the pleasures of life. Sure, he'd put on a little weight after retiring, growing a bit of a belly and fat here and there, but he still remained active enough to keep his muscles healthy and strong.

Ah, it beat dungeons any day of the week. No monsters, for one. Good beer for another, not to mention good company, good... there was that scent again, tickling at his nostrils. He couldn't place it quite as fast as he should've, but he liked it. It was a little like the alluring fragrance of a bitch in heat, but somehow stronger and muskier. More primal, more potent. His cock twitched as he took it in.

A quick glance around the bar didn't really reveal anything. He didn't see any women at all, in fact, at least not ones that he'd recognize as women. Well, not until he felt someone brush against his legs.

Despite all his experience, he was initially startled when he saw the enormous wolf, tall enough to reach his knees even sitting on a bar stool, but his expression quickly softened when he realized that it was not only a female, but a needy one at that, glancing up at him with a hopeful look in her amber eyes, and yes indeed, a much stronger whiff of that scent he'd caught earlier. Grey's shaft swelled as it slipped out of its sheath in a very carnal response to her need.

He shot her a wide grin, spreading his legs just enough to show off the growing bulge. With an excited wag of her tail, Blizzard immediately pressed her nose against his crotch to feel - and sniff - his masculinity. He smelled potent, and Blizzard shivered at the scent. Somehow, she knew that she'd get pregnant for sure if he was to unload his warm, precious seed into her. That only made her want it more, even if she knew that her "owner" wouldn't want her to.

"Needy bitch, aren't we?" Grey rumbled. He reached a calloused hand to stroke along Blizzard's head. "Yeah. I don't mind helping. Could use a warm pussy to rut. Bit pent up myself. Just let me finish my drink," he remarked, and then turned back towards the bar.

"Wait, you're just going to... fuck her?" the fox asked, a little surprised at how casually he'd accepted her apparent advances, which he hadn't even recognized as such.

"A-yup. Why not? She needs to get knocked up and I have a cock, so... it's not like we'd be the only ones doing it here either," he remarked, nodding towards the dimmer-lit corners were a few couples - though none involving ferals - were already moving in wanton rhythms against each other.

"Well..." the fox huffed, thinking about how it'd look. He'd never mated with a feral himself, but then again, why not?

But then, Blizzard whimpered, listening to the two, offering a concerned-sounding whine.

"Oh, you want me to use one of those cockrings, do you?" Grey chuckled, looking down at the female again. "The ones that stop you from getting pregnant. No dice on that. You'll take my seed the natural way, unprotected, right into your fertile womb," he continued, greatly enjoying the growing lust on Blizzard's face. "That's the only way to cure a heat, you know. Otherwise, you'll just get horny again later. It's what your body needs... and I don't have any of the rings on me anyway. They're expensive, you know."

He took a sip of his beer, and then shrugged, draining the rest too.

"You wanna watch?" he asked his friend, assuming that Blizzard wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Based on his experiences, when in heat, few females could, whether anthropomorphic or feral.

"O-oh, yeah, sure I want to," the fox replied, suddenly painfully aware of how achingly hard the idea had him. Watching his mentor-turned-friend fertilize some feral bitch who he didn't even know... and her letting him do it. Maybe even wanting him to.

Grey stood up, stretching, pressing his bulge firmly against Blizzard's panting snout as he did, and then turned around to leave the bar and all its noise behind by the backdoor. Blizzard followed him, her legs trembling and leaving her feeling rather clumsy. He'd pretty clearly outlined what would happen if she did_let him mount her, but the fantasy only made the heated itch inside her burn even brighter. Grim's attentions had always helped her in the past, but the wolf was right, wasn't he? She'd be far more satisfied if she just let things happen, allowed nature to take its course. Maybe. How would feeling cum spurt into her and knowing that it wasn't safe even _feel?

If the club itself was rowdy and seedy, the alleyway behind it was filthy. Blizzard could sense the smell of sex lingering in the air. Like lust and breeding, masculine and feminine fragrances of need mingling freely, just like their sperm and eggs would be upon the completion of their acts. Somewhere behind a pile of rubble, someone yowled like a cat in heat, no doubt in the throes of an orgasm. The intense pleasure in their voice made the direwolf feel almost _jealous,_the earlier hesitation slowly leaving her mind, leaving only that sweet feeling of naughtiness, like she was about to do something bad but knew she'd enjoy it.

"Ah, here's a decent enough spot," Grey rumbled, gesturing towards an open and relatively clean space. He leaned against a wall, and promptly undid the belt holding his worn leather trousers up. His cock sprung out, swollen and stiff, already throbbing eagerly. If Blizzard had been more anthropomorphic, she might've gasped. Instead, a needy whine left her muzzle, and she could feel her spade twitch and wink with desire, another rivulet of her juices drooling down her hind legs.

The fox, though a bit slower than Grey, eventually also unbuttoned his pants, revealing himself to be just as stiff with anticipation. He wasn't quite as eager to mate with a feral, but the promise of getting to see it happen still excited him. There was just something particularly exotic about it that rather enticed him, and he found himself briefly wondering what their offspring would look like. His hand quickly found his length and squeezed, his cock immediately spitting out a rope of watery precum. Grey was doing that too, the scents of them both masculine and enticing.

It wasn't Grey's cock that really drew her in, though. It was his balls, the size of ripe plums, looking incredibly heavy with potent cum eager to spurt into a welcoming womb. That musky scent was enough to make Blizzard drool, and she pushed her nose firmly against that powerful seat of Grey's masculinity to take his scent in properly.

Someone else moaned in the distance. It seemed to be one of those nights when everyone needed to let off some steam or fuck away the stress of adventuring. No doubt a lot of females would end up pregnant by dawn, even if they wouldn't know about it until a month or so afterwards when they missed their periods or woke up nauseous. The atmosphere in the back alley seemed almost electric, charged with carnal need.

"Well, gonna present yourself or what? Show off that cock-hungry cunt of yours," Grey growled, grabbing his length and smearing the heft of it, slick with preseed, across Blizzard's muzzle.

She felt her forelegs nearly buckle as she surrendered to those instincts, turning around, her hips already nudging up and tail hiking high, showing off just how deep in heat she was. Strings of clear arousal dangled from her matted crotch by now, every inch of her body tingling with the inadvisable - but oh-so-natural - need to breed. Soon enough her chest was flat against the ground, rump as high as it'd go, offering her fertile pussy for the handsome wolf.

"There you go. Dunno why you'd ever try to resist it. Or why your owner wouldn't give you what you need," Grey chuckled, rubbing his cocktip against her swollen sex. "Can't be a good bitch if you don't get any pups to nurse. Luckily for you, I'm here to do it for him."

He nudged his hips just enough for that tapered tip to pry her folds apart, which drew a high-pitched whimper-growl from the dire wolf. She trembled against him, showing off her body shamelessly, now, and vocalizing every moment of pleasure. "Mm, see? You're already winking," the big, anthropomorphic wolf commented. "Just goes to show how badly want it."

Blizzard didn't blush, but she did let out an ever so slightly embarrassed whimper. She could perfectly well feel her swollen pussy twitch and quiver against the wolf's shaft.

"Fuck her already," the fox encouraged his friend, slowly pumping at his own stiffness.

"Relax, she's not going anywhere. Are you, bitch? I think you want this too bad," Grey laughed. "But fine, let's get that belly swelling..."

That was, realistically, the last moment for Blizzard to back out, but her body indeed wanted it too much to even twitch as she felt the big wolf put some more pressure against her yielding, soft spade. With how wet she was, he sunk inside her effortlessly, with a wet squelching sound as her juices splattered over his bunched-up sheath. The both of them groaned in mutual pleasure at that natural, rapturous delight.

"Mmh, she's tight. Probably never taken a cock this big," Grey huffed. "Fuck, I'm almost jealous. This has to feel fantastic, if I know anything about bitches in heat. Hey, Aaron, have you ever bred one?"

"W-what, a feral? No," the fox replied, his breath stuttering as he stroked himself to that incredibly erotic sight.

"Should give it a -nnf- shot, they never hesitate as much as the two-leggers. Fewer responsibilities means more time to just breed," Grey replied. He hilted inside Blizzard's body, unprotected cocktip nestling in just next to her cervix, already leaking sperm-laden precum into her. "How 'bout a regular woman?"

"Mmh... n-no, just with those protective rings," Aaron answered. He was blushing a little, but Grey showed no signs of such awkwardness at all.

"You're missing out, fox," Grey groaned. "It feels so much better without one. Don't you agree, bitch?" he added, and then thrust sharply into the fertile feral, enough to make her claws dig into the dirt to brace herself. Blizzard barked joyfully, her cunt clenching wetly around the risky and yet wonderful breeding rod buried inside her. "Mm. There's just something all natural about feeling their heat on you and knowing that you're going to quench it_._ And then there's the best part, of course."

"What's the best part" the fox panted. His hand was moving a little faster now, and he took a step closer to get a better view of Grey's cock pistoning into the feral wolf. Had it just been for their genitals, he couldn't really have told they weren't both ferals; Grey's sizable cock was an angry, veiny red, with the faintest hint of a knot starting to swell already at the very base of that slick member.

"M-mh. The best part is just breeding them like nature intended. Makes it a lot more satisfying when you know your balls aren't... nnf, going to just waste your cum. That it'll reach what it wants to reach," Grey groaned. Every thrust sounded wet, and his heavy balls audibly slapped against Blizzard's heat-struck body with every buck of his hips, as if reminding her of what they had in store. Was she really about to become a mother? In whatever introspection the wolf was capable of - chained by her urges and instincts as she was - Blizzard felt like that was the one part of her that'd been missing ever since her first heat.

She couldn't deny that it felt a lot better, either. Some primal part of her body was responding to the feeling of a virile, potent cock with pure carnal joy. She was soaking wet, wetter than she could ever remember being with her owner. Oh, sure, it felt good with him, but Grey was just a little bigger and rougher, and this was blissful, only enhanced further by knowing the risk_._ If having her belly grow heavy with pups was the price to pay for this ecstasy, she'd gladly suffer it again and again.

Grey hunched over his conquest. His arms wrapped around Blizzard's waist and his fingers quickly found her hidden teats, buried under thick, soft fur. He caressed two of them with circling little touches and then pinched them gently, drawing a lusty howl from the direwolf.

"Y-yeah. See, you c-can't fuckin' wait to nurse my pups, can you?" he grunted. "Yeah. Just stay like that, I'm starting to get close. Lemme give you what you need."

Blizzard felt his shaft buck inside her, followed by a muted, warm splash against her cervix. Just precum, but it still made her tremble with breathless anticipation.

Aaron was panting himself, watching the two mate. He still couldn't quite believe that they were taking it all so casually, just like a pair of common wild animals following their instincts. He also couldn't quite believe how hot it looked. He was, however briefly, tempted to use the bitch's mouth, but her teeth were gnashing as she barked and whined in the throes of passion, and he didn't quite trust her not to bite. But her muzzle, at least, was right there, hanging half-open... and he aimed his tapered vulpine cock towards it, intent on at least marking the direwolf with some of his own seed. His motions quickened as he stroked himself.

"Mh- yeah, come on, cum on daddy's cock," Grey growled. "Pop that slutty feral cork like a_good bitch._"

There was a degrading element to it, certainly, getting mated like a common beast after Grim had spent so long pampering her, treating her like a princess, ensuring that she wasn't going to get pregnant, and here she was; the mighty direwolf, adventurer's companion, offering her womb for some stranger to fill with pups. It excited her, but it wasn't what made her cum. What brought about her orgasm was nothing but the constant sweet friction of the wolf's breeding rod claiming her, and it came so suddenly that she howled out in sudden ecstasy.

Blizzard's wetness gushed over Grey's sheath, and he grit his teeth, enjoying the way her fertile cunt was milking him in a rapid, needy rhythm, but not quite wanting to cum yet. Oh no, he was going to savour this for a little longer. Yet equally, he kept pumping into her sopping wet spade to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible, wanting to leave the wolf absolutely delirious with pleasure... and to let her squirt out any final doubts she might have about getting knocked up.

Blizzard's orgasm left her drooling, her thoughts entirely focused on that deliciously wet, squelching rutting between her legs. She was barely aware of anything other than that glowing, overwhelming sensation, with only Grey's strong hands keeping her hindquarters upright as he continued using her. Had she been given a moment to recover, she might've indeed danced away from the male, her body satisfied enough to take the edge off, but with her immediately racing towards another orgasm, her orgasm-sensitized pussy and thirsty womb remained in control.

"So, you got any plans for the night?" Grey grunted. He'd found a comfortable rhythm that steadily brought the both of them towards shattering orgasms, and the bitch ever closer to pregnancy. He'd wanted to drown her mind in pleasure before taking it easy, and going by the empty-minded stare in her eyes and the way her tongue was lolling limply, he'd been quite successful.

"Oh, uh, no, I don't think so," Aaron replied after a moment of stunned silence. Watching the direwolf cum had almost pushed him over the edge too. "H-have a couple more drinks and... well, maybe if someone's willing, I'll..."

"That's the spirit," Grey replied. "Mh. You'd not believe how hot and wet she is."

The next few thrusts were silent except for the steady squelching of the mating wolves. And then, Aaron came. He'd been trying to pace himself too, to time his orgasm with Grey's, but he didn't quite have the wolf's endurance and experience. Suddenly, Blizzard felt something wet and warm splatter against the size of her snout. The pearly white cum was only faintly visible against her stark white fur, but she could feel the heat of it. The next rope landed over her muzzle, and the third shot where the fox was actually aiming; into her panting mouth, coating her tongue. She was barely aware of it, and didn't protest when a fourth pressured blast - the last before the fox's climax ebbed - joined the previous in her mouth.

"Rrf. Yeah, I was thinking of going home and having an early- nngh, fuck, getting close. Ready to get tied?" Grey snarled, and without waiting for a response, drove himself as deep into Blizzard's clenching sex as he could, holding himself there as his knot swelled. It was a natural match; her canine pussy was, after all, made_to be knotted. Feeling that, and especially knowing what it meant - that his cock was stuck inside her and _would be inseminating her - made Blizzard's heart skip a beat. She wanted it, needed it. And from the way she could feel Grey's cock throb and jerk inside her, it wouldn't be much longer.

She pressed herself against Grey as firmly as she could, her spade flush with his sheath, making sure that wonderful cock was nudged just against her eager, dilated cervix.

"Mmh, g-good bitch," Grey rumbled. "Here it comes... here come your pups," he added with a breathy, ragged groan, and his grasp on Blizzard's hips tightened. His shaft swelled one final time, and then bucked heavily, straining against the direwolf's slick inner walls as the first silvery rope of life-giving, belly-swelling seed rushed up his shaft and erupted from the tip, splashing with warm, possessive force into the very core of Blizzard's body.

She felt a faint, muted tickle inside her. A stream of thick warmth, deeply soothing and satisfying. Even though Blizzard was expecting it, it took her dazed mind a few moments to really comprehend what was happening. When she did, though, another shuddering orgasm immediately wracked her body, much stronger than the first. Almost violently_strong. She howled out senselessly in the throes of pleasure, her body clamping down hard around the cock that'd guarantee her pregnancy, massaging it as if _thanking_it for breeding her. There was a _swooping sensation inside her with each spasm of joy, her sex doing its utmost to suck the cum deeper, to let the potent, rich mess of sperm soak deeper into her. She was cheering him on, both in mind and spirit, begging him to keep seeding her in the most physical way. Her mind melted into those shivering feelings, leaving her, once again, barely aware of anything except the blissful joy of breeding.

"Good bitch," Grey repeated. His tone was more loving, now. While he had, perhaps, a crude way of speaking when horny enough, he really did find a deep satisfaction in giving females in heat just what they needed. His cock spat out one last weak and watery rope of his seed into the fertile direwolf, but they'd remain knotted for quite a while yet.

"Wow," was all the fox could muster. "That looked amazing."

"Felt amazing, too," Grey chuckled. "Well, we're going to be here a while," he continued, sitting down on a nearby crate to rest his legs and tugging the direwolf with him. "Maybe if we order some food? I think I've had enough booze for the day anyway... really kinda want to take a nap."

He pulsed inside Blizzard, still. There were no more spurts, but he'd keep drooling his virile seed into her as long as they remained tied. Not that any of it was needed; already, his eager little swimmers had flooded her womb, rushing up her tubes to find her awaiting eggs.

"Not sure any of the taverns with good food are still open," Aaron answered. He realized his cock was still hanging out, and rather self-consciously, tucked it back into his trousers to the amusement of his mentor.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Still, can't just leave her here or someone might take advantage," Grey mused.

"Didn't you just-" Aaron started, but the wolf cut him off.

"Nope. I gave her what she wanted. No advantage taken. She came to me for this, remember?"

It sounded sensible enough. The two drifted onto other topics while Grey's enormous knot slowly deflated, his balls relaxing with their duty done. Somewhere deep inside Blizzard's warm body, their genes melded into a new life. Blizzard, for her part, didn't think about much of anything except the warm satisfaction that enveloped her, dozing off with her stretched sex still in Grey's lap.

Eventually, when his cock did slip free, he dutifully wiped her clean and carried her back inside before him and the fox went their separate ways, leaving Blizzard to nap blissfully by the still-unconscious Grim. Tomorrow they'd continue as if nothing had happened, as they always did, for a few weeks, until the direwolf started to show. At first he was frustrated, but ultimately, he'd always known it was only a matter of time before it'd happen, if not by him, then by someone else.

After that, well, there was no reason for him to use the expensive cockrings any longer, and many months after that, he'd end up accidentally knocking up his companion himself. The two would follow Grey's lead in retiring from adventuring, at least until their newfound pack was fully-grown and just as eager for adventures of their own, all thanks to Grey's generous, but ultimately anonymous gift to the direwolf during her heat.