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Heroic Problems

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Fighting monsters was what heroes did, but in a pinch, paid-for adventurers would suffice. That was how Calvech made a living; he handled the smaller stuff on his own, and offered his services as a second hard-hitter for the heroes that needed some back-up with the bigger tasks. The tall, purple stallion made for a good henchman in that case, and he got paid pretty damn well for his services, most of the time.

He tossed the body of the last Direwolf down, shaking his head as he brushed his mane out of his face. Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Not bad, huh?" he said.

His employer, an orca-bird by the name of Dorbrica, didn't immediately answer. The blue-feathered, white-skinned female was paying more attention to the longsword in her hand than she was to what he was saying, clearly wiping it down and getting the blood from the fight off the blade.

He shrugged. If she wanted to focus on weapon maintenance rather than him, that was her business. Leaving her to it, he squatted down, rifling through the belts and meager clothing that the Direwolves at their feet still possessed.

"Don't you find it strange that these creatures possess things?" his employer asked as he rooted through their goods.

"Yeah, but not that strange."

"Why not?"

"When you - ugh." He shook his head as he pulled out a shovel from a little fanny pack less than a quarter its size. "When you start finding stuff like this in the mouths of wild beasts, you stop questioning why they're there. It's just how it works."

The orca-bird said nothing, the heroine just watching him. He shrugged again, feeling her eyes in the back of his head as he went from body to body.

That said, there was something just a bit off about the whole thing, and even he had to admit it. It was one thing to find outsized loot on random corpses, but in this case, the fact that the Direwolves did have packs on them rather than just running around on two legs...

Not that that means anything...

Except...most Direwolves that he had seen were just bigger versions of the four-legged wolves running through the forest. They were occasionally more intelligent, always stronger and more bad-tempered, and they ran in packs that could bring down most of the common soldiers sent to clear out the normal wolves.

Sure, he had seen a couple that walked on two legs before, but those had been stricken with some sort of lycanthropy, and they were more relying on the transformation for that. This...this was something else.

Don't think about it. You're just here to clear it out.

Calvech made it a habit of not questioning the morals of those that hired him too much. That was the way to never getting enough contracts to live on. Adventuring for hire required a certain looseness of morals, and while he sometimes had contracts that made him a little sick at the end of the day, the bottom line was that he needed to keep getting the gold. If he just gave up and did the good stuff, he'd be homeless in a few months.

Just clear it out. That's all he had to do.

He managed to loot a few dozen gold pieces from the wolves, a secondary sword, and two spears. Nothing too big, but enough to get a little padding to his contract when they got back to town. He stood up, adjusted his armor -

"Finished?" Dorbrica asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then let's finish the job."

"Finish?"

He turned to face her. The orca-bird arched an eyebrow at him, and not for the first time, he imagined what she'd look like out of her leather armor. She had a sleek figure, one that ran down with a little boost in the bust and a wider one in the hips, and her legs had just enough muscle to show through the leather before it ended at her ankles, her paws exposed. She rested one hand on her hips, throwing her thumb over her shoulder.

"The cave?"

"Oh. Right. That."

The Direwolves they'd already killed had come streaming out of the cave. They'd taken out a full dozen of them, but as the pack could run to double that size, it was rather crucial to make sure that they checked the interior. Just in case there were others waiting.

Or bitches breeding, Calvech supposed. Could always be building up another generation down there...

"Alright. Ready when you are. Then we can get back to town. Maybe a little, heh, celebration?"

"Don't push your luck."

"Killjoy."

"Up your game if you want the real prize," she said.

He doubted that she was serious. She hadn't shown any interest in him that way despite his various flirts for the whole mission. The occasional moments getting 'caught' naked hadn't improved his chances, either, despite the way that his horse cock tended to make the other women more than eager to see what that thing could do to them. Maybe Dorbrica was a lesbian, or maybe she was just an ice queen.

Eh, it didn't matter. If it came down to it, he could celebrate with someone else back in town. There was a list of those that were more than willing to get with him, particularly if there was money involved.

He followed the blue-white hybrid into the cave, and the moment they were past the lip of it, an intense scent hit him hard. He groaned, covering the end of his muzzle, and even Dorbrica hissed, shaking her head and snorting through her nostrils.

"Mmmph...the fuck is that..."

His employer said nothing, shaking her head as he tried to breathe through his mouth. It didn't help; the scent of stale sweat and something else earthier, muskier, just went from taste to smell, as if he had his mouth buried between someone's legs. If it had been more feminine, or more entirely feminine - because there was a hint of that, despite everything - then he might not have minded, but it was so varied, so intense, that it was hard to tell just what he was taste-smelling at any given moment.

Shaking his head and huffing out through his nose, he gave her a little push. Dorbrica kept walking, but no longer so casually. She drew her weapon again, and he held his mace at his side, low and at the ready.

The jagged walls of the stone tunnel seemed all the more oppressive with every breath. Rather than getting somewhere cool, out of the sun, they seemed to be delving deeper and deeper into an oppressive heat, one that swallowed them up and threatened to keep them. He was huffing and puffing, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his attention on the path in front of them. Sweat-drops were popping from his forehead time and time again, oozing down his face and spreading across his cheeks, and further down...

He recognized the throbbing even as it got stronger, pushing up from between his legs and against the light armor that he wore. He could feel his dick begging for attention, and his balls were churning. Hard.

"Mmph."

Didn't help that the scent was making him think of things that he shouldn't. He could feel the fantasies forming in his head, not just of the women back at town, but of the one right in front of him. He'd seen her naked, once, when she was bathing in a stream.

What an ass, he'd thought at the time. Now, all he could think of was bending her forward, shoving that fluked tail to the side and -

"Stop."

For a moment, he thought he'd given himself away, but Dorbrica only held out her hand to slow him down. When she turned, he saw that her eyes were glassy, her cheeks red through the fluff on her face.

"It's hot. Too hot."

"...Yeah. Yeah, it is."

"Help."

She turned around, pointing to the leather straps at the back of her neck. She wanted - oh. Oh. He understood.

Reaching out with a smile that he didn't take particular effort to hide, he started pulling at the little ties. It took almost no effort to undo them, and the armor came apart like a corset. As the pieces hit the ground, she groaned, rolling her shoulders, the silk she wore beneath the leather surprising clingy around her upper body. It made everything that much more...appealing.

"You too," she muttered. "Too hot...too hot to be in everything."

The horse didn't mind the instructions in the slightest. After all, that's what he wanted...to be naked...to have fun...to enjoy...

Each breath made it that much harder to think, and the heavy musk that filtered through his nose to his lungs only made him that much more eager for what might come next. As he stripped to the waist, it took everything he had to not start posing. His belt felt tight and his pants ever more restraining, and he huffed as he felt just how much his cock leaped at the idea of being freed.

But not yet. Not yet. Dorbrica walked ahead and he followed, taking his time to keep breathing, trying to calm down. If they were ambushed, he needed to be thinking with his head and arms, not with his dick.

Oh, but it was so tempting. With her almost naked from the shoulders to the waist - and that silk underthing was barely enough to collect the sweat coming off her, let alone actually hide her - it fed his fantasies all the more. His cock throbbed as he imagined the opportunity to breed, rut, fuck away as much as he wanted, and soft whimpers escaped his lips as he started to thrust his hips along with his steps.

Every breath fed that need, and every little huff of the air around him make him more conscious of just how badly he needed this. More, more, more of this. His cock felt so stiff, pinned down by his trousers, and he could see the way that Dorbrica was walking that she was barely holding herself together, as well. Downwind as he was, he was all but sure that he was smelling the orca-bird's heat as she got more and more wound up with her own thoughts, with the way that the scent was affecting her.

Something...not...right...

Every adventurer had a self-preservation instinct, and Calvech was no exception. Something was very wrong, and he should be thinking it through, not just giving into the wanton need that flooded through him with every breath. If this was how the Direwolves lived, no wonder they had gone insane.

Insane.

Something almost clicked for him, but even as he was trying to figure it out, Dorbrica reached back and stopped him again. He almost fell over her, huffing and puffing, and when she looked back, he saw her nipples poking through the half-sheer fabric of her silk top.

"Too hot. More. I...I think..."

"Fight naked?" he asked.

"No choice. Can't...breathe..."

He nodded. They both fumbled with the twists, the ties, the leather, the metal that covered them, and they were clumsier than usual as they threw the pieces aside. There was no elegance, no tease as he might have done at some other time. It was just a mutual desperation to get the smothering garments off as their bodies heated up with every passing breath.

It was almost like he was forgetting how he had put the armor on in the first place as he struggled his way free of it. Calvech groaned as each piece hit the floor, his hand flexing and squeezing tighter and tighter around his mace as if he might forget how it worked, too. He didn't know what was going on, why he was so...so clumsy, but at the same time, he needed the clothes off. All off.

All wrong.

Not right.

Not for me.

He groaned as he felt the last of his armor slide off, leaving him bare save for the belt around his waist with its little slit for the mace to fall into. He huffed, his cock leaping up, slapping against his belly as if he was around mares that needed a breeding. He growled, he moaned, he shivered.

And then he looked at Dorbrica, and only some great core of duty kept him from leaping on her right then and there.

She was shorter than him by a slight amount, and he knew that he could pin her to the wall and rut her. Her tail was up as she leaned forward, her asshole, her pussy, both exposed and both flexing. The latter was already dripping down her thighs, and the heat that came from it and filled his mind made it all the more tempting to just take her. Take her and use her and breed her and fill her with colts.

But...

But he had a job to do. And so did she. And they had to keep doing that job before they both lost their minds. He groaned, stepping up behind her, barely avoiding brushing her ass cheeks with his cock before giving her another push.

"Come on."

She nodded, and they proceeded further in the cave.

Every step brought that scent more strongly around them, reminding them where they were, what they were dealing with. Beasts waited for them further in the cave, rutting, mindless beasts that cared for one thing, and one thing only. Fucking, breeding, pleasure and hedonistic bestial things. Beast things. Horny things. Animal things.

Calvech could barely keep his head on straight as he took one step after another, the clop-clop of his hooves making a soft, rhythmic sound as they went deeper, and deeper. He gripped the mace again, feeling the whimpering wish that he could be gripping his cock like that instead. Wanting, needing, desperately hoping for relief as his balls churned and his cock rose, and the smell of sex...the wanton, rutting smell of bodies grinding against each other...of sweat in fur and the dripping bodies that had not left the bed for too long...sour and sweet, bitter and salty, all there...

All burning...

He was barely coherent when they reached the inner chamber of the pack. Twelve more Direwolves waited, split evenly between males and females. They stood up slowly, hunched forward, each one more than seven feet tall and the biggest reaching eight. They were massive creatures, naked and damp, some with matted fur and all showing arousal as the two adventurers reached their inner sanctum.

There was a standoff. He knew that if they fought, they would find it difficult. Some part of him, that sleeping adventurer that wanted to get out of this alive, knew that their odds were bad, but survivable if they were smart. The rest of him, however...

The Direwolves wandered closer, closer, and he could smell that Dorbrica was in the same boat that he was. The air was thick with a moist scent, something that made it impossible to think clearly. All he could do was stare as the beasts drew ever closer, closer, and closer still, until -

"Ah!"

Dorbrica gasped as one of the Direwolves grabbed her between her legs, and one of the others did the same to Calvech. They hissed, falling to their knees as they were pulled down, half hissing, half humping away as they were taken in. The Direwolves chuffed and chuckled in their bestial ways, pushing them down and soon -

"Nngh!"

Calvech tumbled over as one of the canines shoved him back with a bare foot. He hit the ground, groaning under his breath, and looked up as the female stared down at him. She grinned, her tongue hanging past her toothy jaw as she stepped on his face.

"Mmmph!"

The same scent that he'd been breathing in for the last few minutes hit him full-force, and his thinking mind disappeared. His body went slack, his cock went hard, and pre-cum oozed over his belly as the wolf female began grinding her sweaty sole against his face. Moisture, slime, and more pressed against his cheeks, sliding against him, covering him, smearing against his features and along his jawline.

Others came close, too, some of them laying beside him, others standing over, others straddling. They gave him no mercy. Males and females alike gathered around him, some stepping on his legs, others grinding against his body. One of them pushed his cock down, and he felt the sack of the male straddling him working up and down his cock, smearing it with more sweat-slime, marking him...

Marking him...

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the same thing happening to Dorbrica. The orca-bird moaned, arching her back off the ground and thrusting her hips towards hands, feet, and more. One woman sat on her face, the Direwolf female all but riding her beak as she worked herself up to a frenzy, while the others were content to smear her.

Why wasn't he afraid?

The question popped up and then faded just as fast as it had arrived. It didn't matter, did it? Not in the grand scheme of things. Not now that he was completely pinned. Not when they were -

"Mmmph!"

The male grinding his balls against the horse's cock disappeared, replaced by a female that was grinding her pussy against him. Wet. Slimy. Already filled, it seemed, oozing cum out of her and onto him.

"Rrrrr..."

The foot on his face pulled back, replaced by one of the other females. She laid over him, pinning him beneath her arm, drawing the end of his muzzle into her pit.

"Mmmph!"

He tried to twist his head to the side, but there was no escape for him. She pulled him back, holding him pinned, and he grunted and whimpered. Even as he tried to pull his head away, she pinned him in place, holding her arm over his nose and making him breathe her pit fumes.

Thick, strong, almost reeking with sweat, he couldn't get away from them. They filled him with the same horrible warmth as everything else, and his cock throbbed, bouncing, twitching against the thighs of the female straddling him. His head spun as he tried to gather himself, but the smell...the thick...horrible...powerful smell...

There was no escaping it...no getting away...only...only being marked...

Something was happening out of his sight, but he couldn't see it, and soon, he didn't care. He just...breathed. Breathed in the smell of her sweaty pit. Breathed in the ambient scent of cum and sweat and pussy. Breathed in the smell of rut and heat and the constant breeding cycle, because there was nothing else. Nothing but the smell of the instinct of the beast, and the need to do what the body demanded. The need to...to...to...

He was twitching, almost on the verge of orgasm merely from breathing in the scent time and time again. He didn't know what was happening to him, why his body thought that this was sexy, but it was happening nonetheless. In, out, in, out he breathed, and every time, he felt his cock throb, ready to spill its load. It was right there, already, on the verge.

Calvech strained, trying to bring his hand up, but one of them seized it. Not to a pussy, but to a cock, making him jerk it. His hands moved on their own, even though some fading part of his consciousness begged for it to stop. It didn't win; he stroked anyway, giving them the pleasure that he wanted to give himself, even as he felt the whimpering, whining side of him slowly dying away. Humiliation and that potent, bestial small was killing the thinking part of his mind, replacing it with something else.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

One breath after another, driving him closer and closer. The Direwolves pulled back from touching him, leaving him breathing that pit. Another breath, another, the intense musk of the sweat burning his nose and leaving his tongue lolling out, the taste of salt and flesh and bitterness mixing together, and then -

"MMMPH!"

One more breath, and he came, hands-free. His load burst free, splattering all over his chest, and he moaned as he felt his balls draw up, then fall, then rise, and fall, each time hitting him with another blast of bliss that was impossible to deny. He couldn't stop moaning as he kept on cumming, feeling like he was finally getting some relief from the heat.

Yet, the moment it stopped, the heat was back again, a surging inferno inside of him that refused to be satisfied with just that. It needed...it demanded...more.

The female over his face pulled her pit back, and he felt soaked. As the equine sat up, panting, one of the other females smirked, sliding over his hips and grabbing his cock. She squeezed the head, growling at him, and slowly turned around to face away. She pushed his cock up between her thighs, spreading her legs a bit as she looked back at him, and flicked her tail to the side.

The gesture could not have been more explicit. He huffed, his arms and legs and everything else moving mechanically, responding to those instincts that civilized society had one bury. Now, the scent had completely unearthed them, and there was no going back. He didn't want to go back. He needed this. He needed them.

As he lined his cock up, humping twice and missing before feeling like it was in place, he saw more movement out of the corner of his eye. Calvech turned his head.

Dorbrica was sandwiched between a male and a female Direwolf, eating out the latter while the former rutted her the way that he was about to rut the one under him. She moaned, the sound broken up with an occasional wet gluck when she was filled particularly fast, but she was enjoying herself. Enjoying being used. Enjoying being rutted.

And...

And there was something else, something that he didn't entirely understand. Why was she looking...thicker?

"Rrrrr."

The growl of the beast beneath him reminded him of his duties, and he turned back to her, his cock already eager. She spread her thighs that little bit further, giving him the little gap that he needed, and he pushed forward. The flared head of his shaft squelched against her, then popped inside.

Even as she howled in satisfaction, he was already thrusting away, slamming into her time and time again. Each time, he felt her inner walls clenching, squeezing, pulling him deeper than before, and soon, he was balls deep inside of her. The way that she rolled her hips to meet him was so much better...so instinctive, so much in tune with what they both needed from the other, and...and...

And he was stronger.

She was weaker.

He was the head stud. He growled as he picked up the pace, hammering forward to fill her faster, deeper. In, out, in, out, each time bottoming out inside of her before pulling back again, taking his time to really feel the inner walls milking at him before he dragged himself back to the tip, only to ram it all in again. His balls were swelling, churning like mad, and he groaned every time that he felt the need building hotter.

There were no words, no begging, nothing among the pack. All that mattered was that the breeding be done, and he was going to do the breeding, alright. Even as he felt the sweat running down his back, even as he felt his balls churning with the urge to release again, he was determined to do his job.

And as he hammered away, he felt...something. Something tingling down his back, along his arms. He didn't know what it was, because he wasn't a thinker - not anymore - but he knew it was happening. He just didn't care.

In, out, in, out, his cock swelling, throbbing, her inner walls clenching on him right up to the point -

"NNNGH!"

He rammed home, and he came. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb, the tingles of pleasure running up and down his cock as he filled her, swelled her making him moan for more. She clenched on him, keeping it in, her other needy nature keeping her from avoiding her pregnancy.

And she...she would be the first of many.

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Time passed, and they grew.

It was hard to say how much time passed. Even when he and she were aware of themselves and their past lives - occasions that grew more and more infrequent as they were forced to spend time with the pack and continue their duties of breeding more of those that they had slaughtered - they were not aware of time. The concept was too high, too intellectual. The closest that they could come was telling when a season had passed since their departure from civilized society, and that in and of itself was clumsy.

But as they left their world behind and were made to embrace the world of the pack, they changed. Their arms and backs grew strong and thick, and their bodies grew taller and leaner. They became ever more powerful, to the point where they were able to beat back those that they declined to lay with. After all, the power of the pack depended on breeding the best offspring, and to lay a better member of it with a lesser would only make the pack weaker in turn.

Yet, even as their muscles grew, even as they soared to a massive height that loomed over the rest of the pack, they never fully left themselves behind. She remained long-tailed and feathered, and he remained maned and equine. They never became wolves, not like the rest of them.

Why? It was hard to tell. Perhaps through willpower. Perhaps there was something in the scent that only affected the bodies. Or perhaps it had faded over time.

In the end, it didn't matter. They remained themselves in body, but in mind, they were rutting beasts no different from the rest of the pack, and when they were challenged, they beat down the enemies of the pack as harshly as the beasts themselves did. He who had been Calvech was responsible for bringing no less than a half-dozen other adventurers in and converting them, one by one, into members of the pack, just as he had been.

She who had been Dorbrica, on the other hand, had fallen, and fallen hard. While she was powerful enough to fight off those that she felt were beneath her, she was wanton enough to take many lovers regardless. She allowed many things that the once-hero never would have accepted, from the use of her beak as a pleasure hole, to allowing those around her to use her ass, to being marked by lesser males with their seed and sweat rather than allowing them to cum inside of her. Something had been awakened in the hybrid with her breaking, something that needed satiation, and it would get it, regardless of the cost.

Such was the life of the pair of them, but was it that bad?

Not in his mind.

Not in hers.

And so, the seasons passed, and they grew. The pack swelled with their efforts, and soon, their previous kills were erased, and the pack was larger than ever. Eventually, the wolves would leave the caves to find others to take, to spread their presence across more of the land, led by those that had once been sent to kill them.

But that was a different story, and far in the future. Until then, the wolves would continue to breed, and the two former fighters would be their greatest source of strength, growing ever stronger, ever more bestial, and ever more debauched.

The End

Summary: A pair of fighters end up getting sucked into a Direwolf problem.

Tags: M/M, M/F, M/F/F, Various Combinations, Direwolves, Adventure, Fantasy, Pack, Sweat, Musk, Cum, Creampie, Orgasm, Breeding, Seed, Marking, Foot Fetish, Pit, Armpit, Join Us, Corruption,