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For this chapter we are back to David's Point ov View

I woke up beside my Master. Well actually partially on top of him. I loved to sleep with my head over his heart, hearing it beating made me sleep so secure. The clock said it was only 4:00 AM but I was up and that lazy ass was still asleep. It was time for a little fun. There was something I had always wondered about.

My Master was on his back, snoring lightly. He had one arm draped over me slightly but I was able to slide out from under it. I knelt over my defenseless Master and with the fingers of my left hand I started lightly scratching the right side of his belly. His right leg started to twitch. I stopped; worried I would wake him before I was done amusing myself. I scratched the left side of his belly and his left leg started to twitch. I stopped and started scratching the right side even harder, soon his right leg was kicking just like a feral dog when you rub its belly. The harder I scratched the faster and harder he kicked his leg. Soon he started growling and grunting in pleasure just like a feral dog. That was too much and I finally couldn't keep from laughing, which woke him up.

He took a few seconds to wake up and realize what I was doing. Then he said, "Why you miserable feral," and grabbed at me. But I was more awake than he was and I jumped off the bed before he could grab me. He jumped out of bed and caught me pinning me against the wall. "So you found my little secret did you? You think it's funny?"

"Hysterical," I said nearly out of breath from laughing so hard. "So what is the big ugly hybrid going to do to me?" I said sticking out my tongue playfully at him.

"How 'bout if I fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a week."

"I don't think you are 'man' enough to do it. Oops I forgot you aren't a man at all. I guess I don't have to worry!"

"Oh, just keep digging the hole deeper you ungrateful feral." He pinned me against the wall and reached down with his left hand and pulled my right knee up until I was completely off the floor and he could get his big erect dick under me by bending at the knee. I tried to struggle but he pinned me against the wall with his shoulder while he used his free right hand to wedge that huge head into my tight ass. Once he got it in, he thrust up and straightened his legs at the same time, which seated that huge 12 inch monument to doghood all the way up my rectum in one brutal thrust. I howled in pain! Which lasted until the first spurt of precum, heavily laced with effects shot deep into me. Then I moaned in ecstasy.

One of the pups yelled out, "Daddy don't hurt him too bad, he has to play war games this morning!" then they all started giggling.

"Well at least where Daddy is going to shoot him won't leave a visible mark." At that they howled uncontrollably. My Master then took his right hand and grabbed my left knee lifting it up to his waist. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life. He was bouncing me up and down a foot at a time, I was almost coming all the way off of his huge cock before sliding all the way back down my Masters precious shaft. I had got him all riled up and he was in his marking mode, so I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before I was back in the sweet oblivion of effects. He wasn't holding back at all so I would get extra powerful effects when he shot his precious seed into me.

"Beg me for mercy feral and I may ease up on your sorry ass."

"I'll never beg for mercy from some fucking hybrid!"

"Suit yourself feral." He pinned me back up against the wall and started jamming that huge dog cock deep into my rectum. He was down to the short strokes, seating that huge knot deep in me. He was very close to being out of control, in his primal marking mode. He grabbed me in a mating bite, his teeth lining up perfectly with the wounds he left last time. It didn't take much to rebreak the skin and start the blood flowing again. The taste of blood seemed to push him completely over the edge, he was locked in tight and he exploded deep in me. I was almost immediately catapulted into the ecstasy, then oblivion of effects. I was vaguely aware of my Master walking us back over to the bed, then laying down on his back with me on top for us to ride out his orgasm. Soon after that complete contentment seemed to crash over me like waves and I soon remembered no more.

I awoke again at 5:30 AM, to my Master licking my neck wounds. "Last time I gave you the mating bite you said you hoped it left a scar, so everyone would know you belong to me. Well I think this remarking is definitely going to leave a very visible scar. I'm sorry;" he added sheepishly, "sometimes our role plays just get a little out of control."

"I loved every minute of it Master." I replied still a little groggy.

He pulled my head down to his and kissed me. It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a warm, loving one that reaffirmed the love we had for each other. Then we drifted back off to sleep.

By the time the alarm went off at 6:30 AM, I was wide awake, and so was my Master. We showered together without too much hanky panky and as he was drying himself in the high speed dryer, I got dressed for the day. By 6:45 we were all gathered around the table for breakfast.

Gofer came out and asked us each how we would like our eggs cooked, then gave the instructions to cook. It was obvious to me that he really chaffed at having to serve me. Soon he brought the eggs out and a platter of sausage and bacon and a big platter of hot cakes. Before I could fill my plate up myself, Mom had filled it for me, with more food than I would have been comfortable taking myself. I still wasn't used to taking as much as I wanted, only as much as I needed. When she gave me a hug and kissed me on the forehead, I could see Gofer redden slightly in anger and jealousy.

We started eating and my Master started the conversation. "David, I have some work to do in the office until lunch time. Do you want to hang out with the boys this morning?"

"Yes Master, that sounds like fun."

"What do you pups have on the agenda for today?"

"We're going to meet up with our friends and play war games." Drogo answered.

"That's always fun, make sure you guys explain everything to David. Just because he's older doesn't mean he knows some of this stuff. Most of it is all new to him."

"Don't worry Daddy, I'll look out for him."

More chit chat followed and when we were just finishing up Gofer reentered the room. He was carrying my Master's briefcase and had his head and eyes bowed, he was almost groveling. "Master Woden, I got your briefcase ready for you. I thought you might need it." He said with a reverence in his voice.

"Thank you Gofer!" My Master answered and tousled Gofer's hair. Gofer walked away beaming. "Gofer is really coming along. It's pretty rare for a human from the collective to show any kind of initiative at all. If he keeps this up I may have to teach him something more important to do." With that he got up and headed downstairs to the office to do whatever it is that the ruler of Earth did at work.

After my Master left to go downstairs to the office, I followed Arnold and the pups outside. "Come on David we are going to get some target practice in. Out in the back of the yard were some targets and some funny looking rifles. I had hunted with rifles, but we usually hunted with bows because we didn't want to waste ammo. Even so for a human I was a pretty good shot. "These are paintball rifles. Have you ever shot a rifle before?"

"Yeah, we used them when we hunted elk and bison, or when there was a rogue grizzly bear in the area."

He handed me a gun and showed me how to load it and showed me the features on it.

Arnold who as usual was in charge asked, "David, we are going to meet some of our friends to play war games, do you want to come?"

"I've never played that before, are you sure you want me to play? What if I make your team lose?"

"So what, it's just a game. But I don't think you will make us lose." He came up and hugged me. "Besides you're our brother now and our pack sticks together." Somehow I just couldn't picture Arnold treating anything as "just a game". He was just so much like his father. Like his father, he had to be the best at everything he did. But I guess that was a trait the 3 of us shared, I had to be the best human at anything I tried, but there was no way I could compete with the Sheps, they were so superior to humans in nearly everything that I was usually completely outclassed. Also like his father he was a natural leader. Even when he wasn't giving orders, he had a quiet confidence that inspired confidence in others; you just couldn't help but follow him. Even his brothers, who exceeded all the other pups their age, just naturally fell in behind Arnold. The surprising thing with Sheps was that after the hierarchy was established there was no jealousy or resentment, the brothers loved each other and banded together against outsiders. And now I was being given a place in this band of brothers, I felt so honored. My brothers and I rode our bikes the 5 miles to the wooded paintball training center. When we got there, eight other pups were already there. It was obvious that they were 3 sets of brothers. "Hey Arnold! Is that your new feral?" The largest of the pups yelled out. "How come he's not on a leash?" he added in an argumentative tone. I already disliked him. It was obvious that he and his brother's were older than my brothers, but my brothers were almost as big, even though they still had more puppy characteristics.

"He not a feral, he's our brother David. And why would we have our brother on a leash?" Arnold replied, daring the older Shep to contradict him.

"Oh, come off it Arnold, he's just a feral. Our dad got one on the same hunt, and he's definitely nothing special. Dad can't even let him off the leash until he's loaded him up with effects. Yours sure looks tame though."

"He's not tame, he's just who he is naturally." Arnold replied, then turned to me and said. "David these four are Loki's kids, he's the one Daddy calls Number 2. That's Fenrir, Adelwolf, Baldwin and Odo." he said pointing to each one in turn. These two are Ansulm's kids, Pipin and Bernard and these two are Dagmar's kids, Ulrich and Waldo."

Fenrir looked mortified, being introduced to a human. I also remembered that Ansulm and Dagmar were among the few Sheps that came back without a feral so their kids had no experience with them.

"Well how about you and I being captains and picking up teams." Fenrir suggested to Arnold.

"That's not fair, Arnold's team always wins." Complained Waldo.

"How about me and my brothers taking on the rest of you." Arnold offered.

"That would be 8 against 3." Said Fenrir, "That hardly seems fair."

"No that would be 8 against 4." Countered Arnold. "The only special rule is you can't be together in groups of more than 3. You can't just over power us with numbers, you have to use some strategies."

"Oh come on. Your feral can't play; he'll be eliminated in the first minute."

"I told you he's not a feral, he's our brother and he's playing."

"Suit yourself; I'll take great pleasure in taking him out myself." Retorted Fenrir evilly.

"Watch it, he's my brother, he may make you eat those words."

"Oh, come off it, he's just a fucking good for nothing feral. We have one too, they're nothing but losers."

"Suit yourself, but none of my brothers are losers. Get ready to get your ass kicked. It's 8:30 right now, go ahead and make your strategy. We will start at 9:00. Come on pups, lets go."

"Are you sure you want to do this Arnold, maybe he is right, I am just a feral and were outnumbered."

"No brother of mine is just a feral. Besides," he said with a gleeful smirk, "I think my new brother will be our secret weapon. You were able to evade a whole group of adult Sheps, including my dad for 3 days. I don't think these pups have a chance against you. You are going to be our 'Hunter'."

"So what's the plan?" Grimald asked, a huge grin on his muzzle.

"Yes, how are we going to beat these chumps this time, bro?" Drogo chuckled.

"Drogo, you can stay and guard the flag. Grimald and I will lead, looking for targets. When we find them we will get behind cover and engage them. They will get behind cover but they will leave their backs exposed. While we have them occupied David can sneak around behind them and take them out."

We chose a spot against the bluff with open sight lines that would make it easy for Drogo to protect the flag unless he was engaged by two or more opponents. That meant we had to take them out quickly before they found our flag.

"OK David, you go over to the right about a hundred yards and stay back about 25 yards. You aren't as fast or athletic as us, but from what Dad said you can stalk really well. You do your best to stay out of sight. We will engage them and then you can sneak up behind them and take them out." Arnold instructed me with an ear to ear grin on his muzzle. "They'll never know what hit them."

While we waited for 9:00 AM to get here, we discussed our strategy. Arnold seemed supremely confident, and his attitude permeated the rest of us. He treated me just like one of his brothers. When it was 9:00 AM we got in our places. Arnold took the point and Grimald was about 25 yards to his left and slightly behind. I moved about 100 yards to Arnold's right and by the time I had run out there I was about 25 yards back just like I was supposed to be. We advanced with Arnold walking point. After about 5 minutes we encountered 3 of the "enemy". Arnold saw them before they saw us. He managed to pick off Pippin before they saw him, the other two managed to get behind a big rock. Their first mistake was both getting behind the same rock. Arnold and Grimald each got behind a different tree. While one was firing and keeping the enemy pinned behind the rock the other was able to advance to a closer point of cover. They alternated, advancing slowly and keeping all of the enemy's attention on them, while I stealthily worked my way behind them. When I was close enough and had a good angle to get both of them I got in a nice prone position and set up to shoot. I got Bernard in my sights and slowly squeezed the trigger, hitting him squarely in the ribs. He let out a startled yelp of pain, which caused Ulrich to turn in my direction. As I moved the rifle over to him, I flipped the selector to automatic and squeezed the trigger catching him across the chest with a burst of 3 paintballs.

"Awww Motherfuck" He yelled out in a mixture of pain and disgust. Both of them got up and went to the kill box. (A kill box was set up so once someone is killed they can't go back and communicate with their team members. It was on top of the hill also so you could see at a glance who was killed and who was still in the game.)

Arnold got on the radio and said, "Way to go David! See I told you you weren't going to make us lose." He gave me the thumbs up and continued moving forward. We had just about evened the odds, now it was only 5 against 4, or as Fenrir would say 5 against 3 and a "fucking good for nothing feral".

As we advanced forward we heard a shot, and then hear Grimald curse. He had been hit and knocked out of the game. Arnold hit the ground, rolling in a position to fire at the sniper over in the tree to Grimald's left. The sniper, Waldo, didn't have good cover up in the tree. It was a suicide mission. They were willing to trade one for one because that would cripple us much more than them. Arnold quickly took him out, but he had already radioed his teammates that he had got Grimald. Then Arnold darted to some cover and waiting for the others to attack. It seemed like this was just a lone sniper. But now we were down to just 3 but one had to guard the flag.

Arnold continued out in the dangerous point position. Then we could see them attacking. Three of them, Adelwolf, Baldwin and Odo were coming at Arnold, dodging from one bit of cover to the next. But they only saw Arnold, so while the cover they were hiding behind protected them from Arnold, it left their flanks exposed to me and I silently moved into position to pick them off. I started with the one farthest back so no one would see where I was shooting from. Odo was zoned in on Arnold so he was easy pickings for me. I got in a prone position and used a fallen log as a gun rest. I sighted him up and slowly squeezed the trigger. The paintball sped to its target, hitting him in the ribs right below the armpit, a perfect heart shot. He let out a yelp between surprise and pain as the red paint oozed down his side almost like he was really bleeding.

As he trudged off to the "kill box", I stealthily got in position to pick off Baldwin. It was almost too easy; they were so fixated on Arnold that they almost ignored me. I moved about 20 yards to my left and set up against a tree for stability. He was leaning with his back to a tree, facing me and looking over his shoulder trying to pick out Arnold. I sighted him in, held my breath for a second and slowly squeezed off the shot. I hit him right under his left pectoral. He gasped, put his hand over the "hit" and swore a blue steak.

That left just Adelwolf who was now outnumbered 2 to 1. He got on his radio and called Fenrir. "Fenrir, they've shot the others and now they have me pinned down." He paused listening to his radio and then replied. "I think it is Drogo, I think you were right when you thought that they would leave the stupid feral guarding the flag. They have Arnold acting like a decoy and drawing us out, then Drogo is picking us off." I was going to have to cross an open space to get a shot at him. I wasn't worried about stealth right now, we had him surrounded and he couldn't fend us off once I got a clear firing lane. I darted through the clearing and ducked behind cover. "Fenrir, you're not going to believe this, the fucking feral has been the one picking us off." And with that I saw him jump clutching his chest and saw the telltale spreading of the paint from beneath his paws. Arnold had nailed him while he had been distracted by me.

Arnold called me on the radio, "That must mean that Fenrir is guarding the flag. That's unusual for him to stay back like that. He may be up to something. Keep well hidden while we look for him and the flag."

He hadn't gone 50 yards when Fenrir popped out of a huge hollowed out oak and popped Arnold with a blue paintball. "Woot! We've got you this time Arnold. I told you, you've bitten off more than you can chew. Now I just have to take out that worthless feral and then I can attack Drogo and the flag."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that Fenrir, he took out most of your team. I don't think you can handle him." Arnold replied with a smirk. I wished he would stop antagonizing Fenrir, it was going to be hard enough to beat him as it was.

"Without you there as a distraction, it won't even be a challenge. I'm much more concerned with Drogo. He is a pretty tough hombre. Hey Feral! You're ass is mine now." He said with a malicious grin on his face.

I quietly retreated to the creek and walked downstream in it so I wouldn't leave any footprints. I waited until I came to a tree that had fallen across the creek, climbed on top of it and walked across it until I came to the roots. From there I ran silently to the top of the ridge, cleared the crest and hunkered down to see if he would be able to follow me. To my surprise he was only slowed down slightly by my ploy. He was following me like a bloodhound and I would use that to my advantage.

I started to backtrack towards our flag thinking that I could ambush him in the narrow section that led to our flag. I was far enough ahead that he couldn't see me so I sprinted back toward our flag. Once I got to where I could see our flag I covered my tracks and climbed the ridge on the eastern side. It was covered with rocks and was even strewn with boulders so it would make a good place to hide. Also I would be able to see Drogo and the flag since he was against the bluff on the western side.

I watched the path and waited. I didn't want to get on the radio and warn Drogo for fear that Fenrir would hear me, plus I was sure I could get him before he got to Drogo. I waited for a while, watching the valley intently for him to follow my path. I could see Drogo right in front of our flag, sheltered by a couple of boulders. I could only see him because of my elevation. That should have warned me but I was too intent on bagging Fenrir.

All of a sudden Drogo jumped and cursed, I could see a blue stain spreading on the top of his shoulder and I realized what had happened. Instead of following me down into the Valley he had gone up on the western ridge so he could try to spot me in the valley, just like I had gone up on the eastern ridge. But he had seen Drogo from there and used the element of surprise to take him out easily.

"Well Drogo, all I have to do is come down there and get the flag. Your stupid feral led me right back to here and then he hightailed it out of here. I don't know what you guys were thinking letting a feral play. It's not his fault, he's only a human. To expect him to compete with Sheps, I just don't know what got into Arnold." He said as he passed Drogo who was heading to the kill box. "You may as well stay and witness me capturing your flag."

I set up using a boulder as a gun rest and got ready. I had a perfect unobstructed view and I waited as Fenrir moved toward the flag. I had an evil thought. I waited... and waited... and waited... until Fenrir was within 3 feet of the flag and as he reached his hand out to grab the flagstaff I squeezed the trigger and hit him right in his chest over his heart.

He turned my direction and looked at me as I jumped up and yelled "Got you!"

"I can't believe I got shot by a useless fucking feral!"

Drogo was laughing his ass off, "What's wrong Fenrir, can't you even beat a useless fucking feral?" He radioed our brothers. "Hey Arnold! Grimald! David just nailed Fenrir." He paused for a second. "Yeah, right as he was grabbing the flag." Another pause. "Yeah, he got totally schooled." He was now laughing his ass off now.

My brothers came running over from the kill box. They all reached me at the same time, hugging me.

"Way to go David!" Grimald yelled.

"Well it's a good thing you're a fucking useless feral or it would have been no challenge to beat those chumps." Drogo laughed immoderately.

"See David, I told you you would do just fine. You're my brother and I know you are special!" Arnold said to me as he gave me another hug.

"Hey Fenny, how the hell did you let yourself get shot by a fucking useless feral?" Arnold yelled at Fenrir. He whispered at me with a wink, "He hates being called Fenny."

"Hey Fenrir, we've never had crow before! How's it taste!" Drogo yelled after he had quit laughing enough to send another barb at Fenrir.

Fenrir was coming towards me, which made me nervous. I was sure he would hold a grudge about being beaten by a human, especially considering his low opinion of humans. I instinctively moved closer to Arnold. Fenrir approached me sheepishly and said. "I'm sorry David, I was wrong about you." He stuck out a paw to shake my hand; he gripped it in a firm hand shake and said. "You're OK in my book; I would be honored to have you as a friend."

He seemed sincere. It would be awful petty to not accept his sincere apology and offer of friendship so I said. "I would be honored to be your friend too Fenrir."

He surprised me by pulling me into a friendly hug. "This is kind of weird; I've never had a human friend before." He said with a big shit eating grin on his muzzle. "I wish our feral was like you. He is such a dick."

"Jeff isn't really a bad guy, maybe you need to give him a chance."

"I don't know, he's a real loser."

"Fenrir, Jeff may be a lot of things, but I don't think he is a loser. He was the second best at most things in our tribe, and he worked hard to get that way. Maybe if you try being his friend he will come around."

"I don't know if I can do that, we just don't seem to get along." It was obvious that there was some underlying animosity that I wasn't privy to so I didn't push it. Maybe just being around me now that we were friends would help him accept Jeff a little better.

It seemed that besting them in this war game was like a rite of passage into this little Shep community that opened the floodgates of acceptance. The others came up one by one and soon I had 7 more new friends. I was no longer "just a feral" that "should be on a leash". I was David to them, and I was one of them now.