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Rejoining the Pack

The next morning, true to their word, the herd woke at day break, assuring Suel they would be glad to get lost in the forest any time as long as it meant they got to see him again.

The brown and white wolvar was a touch disappointed, as it wasn't too often he got to enjoy the company of like-minded travellers and even less common to be able to enjoy himself as well as he was able to the night before. Usually he would guide travellers through to the pathways as fast as he could, as he greatly preferred the company of the fauna that skittered about in his presence to the more anthro creatures of the world.

He thought about his time with the herd as he put his leafy skirt and shoulder pads back on. After a night of sensuality, he felt it was about time he had a day of peaceful meditation in spite of the bits of semen that had stuck to his belly fur; they had, however, crusted over and fallen off, leaving him relatively clean considering the events of the night before.

The sky was grey with clouds, so Suel knew it was going to likely rain within the hour, but that had never bothered him before; as a druid, he was more comfortable outside in a storm than he was inside any building at any time. With thoughts of equine member still fresh in his mind, he hopped back up on top of the rock he often used for meditation and sat down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to focus on the gentle breeze tickling at his whiskers. As his body relaxed, he could feel his mind disperse as his concentration skittered from one sensation or thought to another. He thought about the incoming rain, the herd of horses that had passed through, the bug crawling over his left paw, the faint sound of a snake effortlessly gliding through the trickling stream nearby, and even the moist sensation of errant horse cum dribbling out from underneath his tail to moisten the fur on his rump cheeks.

"Rrh." Suel groaned as he shifted in place, trying to make it so that the stickiness of the equine seed wasn't too prominent, but each movement smeared the goo even farther. It wasn't long before he realized he couldn't meditate like this, so he hopped back down off the rock and took a few awkward steps before crouching down and cupping his hand over his rump, pushing out the last of the sticky mess into the palm of his hand. He wiped the last off his rump fur and walked over to the stream to clean his hands and rump, sniffing at his digits a bit to enjoy the musky scent before washing it away.

Trying to regain his composure with the lingering aroma of stallion still in the air, Suel made his way back to his rock and leaned against it. He had no plans for the day, as his time with the horses left him with a deep need to meditate, but the squidgy feeling of horse in his rump left him unable to relax enough to do so.

It wasn't long before the wolvar druid's mind drifted back to the pack of wolves he'd befriended a few weeks back. In fact, they were never far from his mind despite what had happened between then and now.

In an effort to gain a more intimate relationship with the wilderness that Suel was so close to, he'd decided to take some time away from the bustling community to retreat to a feral life, living off the land in his feline form. While hunting for prey, he'd come to compete for it with a pack of wolves. At first he was worried about hurting them, but it seemed they were as interested in a compromise with the wolvar shapeshifter, allowing him to submit to them in exchange for his life and the shared benefits of the hunt.

Luckily for Suel, the pack's alpha needed was particularly randy, so the submissive behaviour he needed to adapt was certainly something he was able to enjoy while also getting himself a place in the pack. Sadly, it was decided that it was for the best that he move on and not interfere too heavily with the wolves' plans, so before they woke the next morning, he disappeared into the night and didn't return to them. He did keep an eye on them from afar in the following weeks, part of him desperately wanting to rejoin them, but he kept his distance as a respectful druid should.

But the night with the equine herd left him wanting, so his desire to return to the pack was stronger than ever, and it was right then that he decided it was time to do so.

"Fine." He sighed to himself as he pushed off from the rock. He picked up his staff and adjusted his leafy dress before heading off into the bush. The wolvar had been idly mapping the wolf pack's territory in his head since he'd last seen them, listening to their howls and tracking them as only he knew how. Because of this, he knew about where he could find them and wasted no time searching them out.

It really didn't take him long to find the wolves; in fact they were only a few kilometres away from the clearing where he meditated. They were in an open meadow upwind from him, so he could smell their distinct scent but they couldn't smell his. Each pack had a collective scent to help them identify one another and he'd already imprinted that scent to memory.

He crept up to the edge of the treeline at the edge of the meadow to get a better look. There were a dozen wolves rolling about in the meadow, pouncing on each other as the alpha male and alpha female laid on a small hill, overlooking their pups and the other members of the pack.

Suel knew that he needed to be careful with how he approached them; he knew he couldn't just walk out with his arms spread in a hug - they were feral wolves, not wolvar like him. No, he needed to approach them as he'd parted with them: as his feline form.

He took in a deep breath and stripped down to nothing, gently placing his leafy garments off to the side so he would be fully naked during the transformation. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feline form inside him, and the changes began almost instantly.

His snout pushed out a bit, distending from his rather compact wolvar muzzle to the slightly more elongated feline muzzle; as the flesh and bone twisted with a deep grinding sensation, he felt his canine teeth stretching out into long sabre-cat teeth. He wrenched his head to the side as his ears perked up and grew pointy, then he fell over as his hip and leg bones twisted about inside, altering his form from bipedal to quadrupedal. He had to hold back a gentle growl as he felt his insides shifting around, his spine realigning itself to his new form; it didn't hurt, but it was a very odd tingly feeling that spread throughout his torso. The wolvar - now mostly feline - stretched out his front paws and watched as they foreshortened themselves into feral looking paws as opposed to his dextrous digits that he had as his own anthro form.

Fully transformed, his structure altered from a somewhat tubby biped to a lithe feline quadruped, he took a step forward to expose himself to the pack. Before he made it out of the treeline and into the clearing, he stepped on a twig, the snapping sound very quiet to most but like a gunshot to the pack of wolves.

Instantly, every one of the wolf pack quit what they were doing and got to their feet, back fur raised and teeth bared in a defensive growl. Suel certainly didn't want to startle or upset them, but he was already this close, he might as well show himself completely as an act of submission.

Slowly and cautiously, the feline Suel stepped out from the treeline into the dim morning sun. The clouds were still thick in the sky,but he knew the wolves could see him. Most of them kept their defensive stance, as Suel was downwind from them and therefore they couldn't smell him.

Trying to be playful, Suel stepped forward, hopping over the long grass of the meadow to expose as much of himself as he could, sure to show that he wasn't afraid and that he was not here to contest them. He had to speak in their own body language. Perhaps they'd remember him.

But they weren't convinced. The closer he got to the pack, the angrier they seemed to get; they spread out in a semicircle around Suel, trapping him and keeping a line between the feline and their alphas.

But that was when the alpha male, a dark gray and white wolf, raised his nose to the shifting wind and got a whiff of the feline. Immediately, he growled at his pack to step down, and they did, shrinking in size and laying down in submission. The alpha male sauntered down off the hill and towards Suel, who was still many meters away but standing still and cautious.

He knew the rules; sudden movements would be met with hostility and aggression.

The alpha stepped up to Suel, head held high as an act of dominance as he got a good look and sniff at the feline that dared interrupt his packs playtime. He leaned his nose up close, sniffing at his chest before padding around to behind him, sniffing the feline's rump.

Suel's eyes widened as he raised his tail, the cool button of moist flesh that was the alpha's nose on his rump sending a chill up his spine, forcing him to tense up his muscles a bit.

The alpha pulled away a bit, cocking his head to the side and drooping one of his ears before pouncing on the feline, tail wagging as he licked at Suel's ears. Clearly he remembered this particular feline!

Suel was incredibly happy to see that the alpha was welcoming him back, and the rest of the pack joined in, pouncing on him and forcing him onto his back. The lot of them yipped and nipped at the feline's fur, nuzzling into his ears, tugging on the skin on his back, and generally having a good time as they welcomed him back.

The alpha bitch, however, was still holding back as the rest of her pack nuzzled, licked, and played with the feline. She remembered this creature, the one that had his way with her in the past. She raised her nose to the air and sniffed a few times, catching hint of a scent emanating from the feline that none of the others took note of. She growled a bit to command her pack to back off, and they did, save the alpha male who simply looked up from his position on top of the feline at her. He was partially on top, with the feline on his back in the long grass.

She walked up to Suel, sniffing at his belly and crotch a bit before eventually aligning herself behind him, leaning her nose down underneath his tail, burying it deep in his rump. This wasn't like the male checking him out from curiosity, this was deeper. She kept sniffing as she took in deep inhalations of his scent.

Just then, he felt his pucker loosen a bit, a light dribble of horse cum seeping out of him onto her nose. Evidently he didn't fully clean himself out.

Instantly, she backed away and shook her head, licking at the bit of white on her brown nose before returning to Suel's pucker, sniffing deeper and pushing her tongue out to lap at the disc of pink flesh. She seemed angry at first, but now she just seemed eager; perhaps the scent of the cum pushed her into a needy heat. Either way, she had no problems pushing her soft tongue up against Suel's still-tender rump, folding the protruding flesh in such a way that it almost went inside.

Suel was in bliss from the sensation, forcing him to relax and spread his legs. He wasn't expecting them to pounce on him like this, and the sensations of having his rump licked and various other wolf muzzles nuzzling into his sides and neck was almost too much for him. He leaned his head back and gaped open his maw, letting his tongue dangle over his muzzle lips and onto the grass. He could feel the end of his tail flicking back and forth happily, tickling at the alpha bitch's belly. He felt an uncontrollable purr erupting from deep in his chest.

Most of the pack started to disperse, the novelty of playing with their old feline friend wearing off so they could return to their own playtime activities. The alphas, however, were fixated on the feline, and like before they both intended to make him theirs. The female continued to lick at his rump as the male leaned down and started nibbling on his neck fur, resting his paws on Suel's chest.

Suel was in heaven. He was deeply worried they wouldn't accept him so readily, he was worried perhaps his scent had rubbed off in the weeks he'd been away, or that they would demand initiation once again. Well, not worried, he was kind of hoping they'd reinstate the initiation again, as that was some of the most fun he'd had in ages. Just the memory of having that alpha's massive bulb inflated inside him was enough to get him excited. A touch too excited, it seemed, as he could feel the barbed tip of his cock emerge from the furred slit between his legs, the cool air tickling at it as he tried to close his legs.

But the alpha female didn't seem to want him to close his legs, so she leaned forward and gave one long, loving, gentle lick to the few inches of exposed cock. Her supple tongue dragged along the fur of his balls, sheathe, and eventually barbed cock, catching on the backwards facing spines. The sensation of his barbs being tugged on caused a gentle meep to escape the feline's muzzle, his crotch tensing up to expose more of his length.

She wasn't done, though. She laid on her belly, pinning Suel's feline tail underneath her as she rested her paws on either side of his inner thighs, careful to not put pressure on his compact, furred orbs as she leaned down, giving his member one loving stroke after another, her eyes looking up his body to his face, waiting for him to look at her and lock eyes.

Suel's brain was in an explosion of sensation, he could feel the tingling pangs of pleasure shoot down his shaft and up his spine with every lick, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was so focused on the tongue that was giving all its attention to his crotch that he almost completely forgot about the alpha male nuzzling at him, giving him a gentle, loving tongue bath all over his face and upper body.

He felt his muscles tightening up, the barbs on his slick shaft spreading out as he was ready to burst, but just as he was ready to make a mess of her muzzle, she pulled away, leaving him wanting.

She licked her nose and lips of the clear fluid that the feline cock had secreted all over her, then she got to her feet, wagging her tail and turning her backside to the feline. Suel had to look up from his tongue bath to see what was going on, and when he did he got an eyeful of wolf bitch backside. Both of his ears perked up as he let his tongue loll out. His four paws were in the air and his member was standing at attention as he got a look at the beautiful dark brown, triangular vuvla that was twitching in front of him.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, tail raised high and wagging. Her clenching muscles gently tweaked at her engorged, moist vulva as she panted happily. It was as open an invitation as Suel would ever get.

The feline quickly rolled onto his feet and licked at his fangs, his glowing blue eyes staring straight at the fleshy mound of triangular flesh. He, like the wolfess that stand before him, happily leaned into her rump, burying his nose under her tail to get a deep and powerful whiff of the scent, taking in the pheromone-rich scent of her sex, urging her to squat down and press her mound out, giving the feline easy access to the engorged canal.

The alpha male turned away to go return to his perch atop the small hill so he could keep an eye out on all the pack, leaving Suel and his bitch to have their fun.

The two of them walked around each other, noses buried underneath each others' respective tails until Suel pressed out his velcro-like tongue to slowly lap against her sensitive flesh, the little barbs catching and tugging on her vulva ever so gently. She immediately stopped and arced her back up, tail raised eagerly; the light brown and white fur was standing on end as she pressed her body back. Suel continued to lick and nuzzle at her triangular slit, feeling his tongue penetrate into her, past her coarse moist outer vulva and into her snug, velvety canal.

She let out a feral growl as she pushed her body back again, the muscles tensing up to push her vulva out, exposing a slit of cherry pink inner flesh to the eager feline, urging him to fill it with something more than his tongue.

Suel may not have been a wolf, but he knew better than to leave a bitch wanting; while his tongue certainly tickled her so well, nothing compared to a throbbing, barbed feline cock - save perhaps a girthy canine knot. Cautious but eager, he rest one massive feline paw on her hind side, nibbling at the fur beside her tail before hopping up, careful to not let his weight overpower her. He was notably larger than she was, perhaps a head taller, but he knew she could handle him.

Slowly, the sabre-cat crept up her backside until his protruding member was pressing against the underside of her tail, poking idly at the fleshy button of her rump.

She looked back with her mouth open and tongue lolled out, her tail raised and pushed to the side. She barked once and panted heavily, urging Suel to have his way with her.

His thrusting started slowly, with deliberate thrusts pushing his barbed tip against her vulva, pressing gently around her slit but not quite making it in. She tensed again to press her vulva out, giving him a bigger target to aim for, and almost instantly he felt his tip slip in between her vulva flesh.

The alpha female let out a gentle howl as Suel's barbed cock slipped through her nethers, the pointy ends dragging along her inner walls and catching on every wrinkle of her vaginal flesh. It should have hurt, but she needed a solid reaming and Suel's pointy member was all she needed to feel stuffed. She caught herself whimpering gently as his girth slipped in deeper, his furred sheathe pressing against her sweaty lips.

Just as he got in as deep as he could go, his barbed member pressing out against all her walls, her tight ring of muscle clenched down near his base, he had no choice but to tug on it, feeling the sharp spikes on his cock splay out and catch on the female's canal, catching on it before eventually sliding through and out, leaving her with a sore and tenderized canal. She clenched down, instinctively trying to keep him from pulling out, but instead it amplified the sensations of his member scraping along her insides.

She let out a screech as her canal was ravaged, but didn't protest; instead she pushed back, urging the feline to bury himself again, keeping his more aggressively barbed tip in deep away from the tight ring of flesh inside her. Suel was happy to work with her, keeping his cock buried deep in her, the short, shallow thrusts keeping his tip in far from her opening.

The two of them rumbled in pleasure, rocking against one another as they ignored the other members of the pack. The betas and omegas all were playing with one another, wrestling and pouncing on each other as the pups were confused about the whole ordeal. The alpha male continued to watch from atop his hill, the raging pheromones in the air coaxing the first of his tip out of his sheathe. In spite of needing to relieve himself as much as anyone else, he knew better than to interrupt his mate while she was busy, that could only lead in unpleasantness for him.

Suel, focused almost entirely on the bitch that his paws were wrapped around, continued to arch his back in short jerking motions that stroked his member in and out of the snug canal before one particularly jerky motion pulled it entirely out, and upon re-entry noticed that the hole was noticeably tighter and not as soft. The female didn't seem to matter, she clenched her rump hole tight and pushed back on Suel, who was happy to give her rump a nice deep thrusting. She didn't seem to be in pain like she was when he was reaming her nethers, so he was happy to continue thrusting his cock in deep.

He was getting into it and clamping his jaws down on the female's neck when he felt a paw pressing against his own hips, and before he could react there was a wolf propped up on top of him, forepaws clenched around his waist with hips thrusting forth!

Suel looked back to the alpha that had mounted him, curious as to how to react, but just as he was about to thrust back into the female, she pulled away, her anal flesh tugging on his member gently before she slipped out from underneath him, leaving his member dangling and wet, exposed to the cool morning air. He let out a whimper of protest but was quickly silenced by the guttural growl of the alpha on top of him, who was thrusting gently against him. He could feel his tip poking at and around his rumphole with every thrust, sometimes missing, but usually pressing right around the pink rim of flesh, protruding deep into his backside before slipping back out, leaving a trail of precum and natural lube.

The feline didn't protest to the alpha; after all, this is precisely what he wanted, it was why he sought the pack out again. He was imagining and anticipating the sensation of a knot inflating in him right as the alpha found his mark, arching bis back tightly and pushing as much of his length into the feline's tailhole. The alpha growled and clamped his teeth down on Suel's feline neck to get a good grip as his knot quickly inflated a little more with each gentle thrust.

There was a tight sensation as the bulbs grew inside him, pulling themselves in deeper to tie the two together. He clenched his hole tight to relish the sensation of the bulbous mass of firm canine flesh tugging on his rumphole.

Like a proper canine, once the alpha's knot had swelled up to its maximum girth, he released his grip from the feline's neck and hopped off his back, raising one leg over the cock that was buried deep to leave them rump to rump, standing tall. He pulled away from the feline, tugging on the knot that tied them together.

Suel winced in pain a bit as the bulbous mass of flesh tried its best to slip free of his tight anal ring, but it barely budged; instead it just spun around inside, the thicker parts of the knot sliding past his most sensitive regions inside.

The two of them stood rump to rump in the field. The female alpha was hunched over, cleaning her nethers and the underside of her tail of the fluids that Suel's cock and tongue had left there, where the other members of the pack had either left to go hunting or were resting. It was a surprisingly serene scene in the middle of the open field.

The alpha let out a long and drawn out sigh as he raised one of his back legs to scratch at his ear, the jerking motion of his leg tugging vigorously on the knot, tugging on Suel's anal ring. Eventually, the jerking stopped and the alpha decided to lay down, dragging the bigger feline down to the ground with him.

Suel, somewhat overwhelmed with the sensations of the throbbing wolf knot tugging on him, thought to himself what he'd do from here. He had no idea how long the knotting would last this time, and while he certainly didn't want to go anywhere, he felt a little bad just sitting there with a cock in his ass, letting the day waste away. It wouldn't have been so bad if he could at least get someone to lick him to climax, but he was stuck here, tied down to the alpha as the two of them nodded off.

Evidently, the vigorous thrusting that couldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds was enough to drive the alpha to sleep, as a few seconds later Suel noticed the pack leader was laying there, rump pressed against his own, dead asleep with his knot inside the feline. That wasn't normal behaviour at all, but clearly this wasn't a normal pack; after all, they did invite a rather large, intimidating looking feral feline with glowing blue eyes into their pack.

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Every single member of the pack laid down to sleep, save the few that were out hunting for the meals. Even the alpha leader, who was still tied to Suel, was asleep; the two of them were laying down butt to butt, a new spurt of fluid erupting into the feline's backside every few seconds. He could feel his rump filling up with more of the canine seed that formed a layer between the knot and the walls of Suel's rump, causing the canine member to slip and slide, spinning around inside without tugging out thanks to the plug that stopped it from coming out.

Suel wanted to sleep with the alpha, join in on the lazy midday dreams of the pack, but the sensation of that throbbing knot sliding around inside him kept his mind at full alert, completely unable to fall asleep. The pleasant sensations burst from his backside every time he felt the cock throb and release another stream of gooey, sticky cum into him, and that kept his own barbed tip hard and exposed, the barbs tugging against the blades of grass that they were rubbing against.

It was incredibly difficult to keep his mind off the naughty thoughts that were swimming through his mind. He fantasized about spreading his legs and letting one of the beta wolves hump at his hole until a second knot emerged inside; he thought about having that beautiful brown and white alpha female come over and lovingly lick at his member till he came; he fantasized about morphing back to his normal form and having his way with each and every one of the pack...wait, that's perfect!

Just then, in the fleeting moment of a shard of a fantasy, he got what he thought was a great idea! They pack already accepted him as a feline, who's to say they wouldn't accept him as his own Wolvar form? After all, if he morphed now, with the alpha's knot still in him, there's absolutely no way the alpha could think it was anyone other than the same feline he'd knotted before falling asleep!

The plan was flawless!

Without putting another minute of thought into it, Suel shifted his position ever so gently to lay directly on his back, legs in the air and glistening barbed cock exposed to the air as he closed his eyes and focused on the transformation.

Instantly, he felt his massive fangs retreat into his mouth as his skill structure shifted. His torso melted and reformed into his wolvar form as his colors melded in and out until they were as they should be. He opened his eyes to watch as the pink, barbed rod that was his feline cock seemed to turn to liquid before reforming as his black, sleek-fleshed and knotted wolvar cock. His hips and lower legs made a deep grinding noise as they realigned themselves, and before he knew it, he was back in his wolvar form. Basically the same size, but with a much thicker body and therefore a stretchier, more malleable rumphole.

He could see the alpha stirring in his sleep to wake up, his eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of Suel's new form.

Like a frightened pup, he jumped up to his feet and tried to run away, teeth bared and fur raised, but the knot kept him tied to the Wolvar's rump. He panicked a bit and snapped at Suel before once again catching a familiar whiff of the feline he knew and was familiar with.

Suel, on the other hand, was trying his best to keep calm as a startled and angry wolf that was bound to him by cock-plug did all he could not to bite the intruder's head off.

The commotion woke all of the other wolves from their sleep, urging them all to circle around the two tied males.

Suel wanted to use some of his magics to calm the alpha, perhaps bring up some of his summoned vines to tie the alpha down, but he knew that was an absolute last resort and should not be done if his life wasn't in danger. For a moment there, he was wondering if this was the best idea, introducing himself to the pack as his true form.

The two circled each other, rump to rump, before the alpha finally calmed down and sniffed at the air. He was still defensive, with his back arched and fur raised, despite being stuck to this unfamiliar creature.

Suel was doing his best to remain on all fours after being jerked up by the startled wolf, and was doing what he could to not panic. He may have been a loving, respectful druid, but he knew wolves were efficient killers if need be.

But the tension was alleviated just a few moments later when the alpha female stepped forward to bury her muzzle in Suel's neck, nuzzling at his plump fur and licking him.

Right then, the combination of Suel's new, stretchier form and the fact that the alpha was caught more surprised and upset than aroused allowed the canine's knot to slowly pull itself free before the thickest part breached Suel's tightest point and the whole length splashed out with a wave of thin, runny wolf cum that splattered on the matted down grass of the meadow where they'd been lying.

Suel let out a long and strained groan as he felt the dribbles of cum left him feeling empty yet so fulfilled. His hole gaped a bit, letting the gentle cool air tickle at his insides before his stretchy rump flesh closed tight again, pushing out the last of the wolf cum.

Before he could respond or do anything about the mess, the female alpha walked around him and started lapping up the puddle of slime off the grass then immediately following it up by bringing her tongue to his rump for a second time, pressing it in as far as she could to get every last bit of her mate's cum out from the moist, tender hole.

The wolvar feld his own seed building up, but he wasn't ready to climax just yet, so the pheromones in the air urged him to bring one of his paws up to rub against the female's fleshy vulva, which she happily obliged by raising her tail and pulling it to the side, letting him slip two of his fingers deep into her depths.

He swirled his digits around inside her, relishing the sensation of her fluids meshing with the fur on his hands. But this wasn't enough. He knew he had to mount her!

Gently and slowly, he got up to his knees and pulled his fingers out of her slit, resting his paws on her hips as he adjusted his own crotch to line up with hers. Her tail was still raised and pushed to the side, and as he looked down he could see the form of her vulva pressing out, only an inch from his belly. He could literally feel the moist heat emanating from her needy folds to dampen his belly fur, and the scents drove him wild.

He reached down with his hand and aimed his member at her triangular vulva, knowing full well his more canine length would be far more appropriate for this little wonder than any barbed feline cock would be. His smoothe flesh slipped into her folds with ease, inch after inch of his black member disappearing into her until he felt the emerging bulge of his knot stop him from going any further, the faint bulb resting against her meaty lips.

She clenched her muscles tight and pressed her hips back against his, mashing her tender flesh against his emerging knot. She wanted it in her, she needed to be filled just like her mate needed a hole to fill.

Suel was not one to say no to an eager bitch, so he wrapped both his hands around her hips and pulled back on her, forcing her canal to stretch over his member. He could feel her tight ring of muscle, the ring that was made to hold a knot in place, slide over every inch of his member then strain itself to wrap itself around his knot. He felt every inch of his girth resting comfortably inside the alpha female's canal, the tight ring of muscle clenching down on the underside of his knot.

He could feel the canal get tighter and tighter as his knot inflated with each heartbeat. The bulb of his knot actually tugged itself in an inch deeper as it grew to full capacity and he found that no matter how much he tugged, he couldn't even do so much as budge, and that's when he felt his pleasure reach its peak. He gritted his teeth and clamped his paws down on her hips, pushing himself in as deep as he could go as he felt the first wave of his seed erupt into her.

His muscles went into gentle spasms as burst after burst of fluids were sucked from his balls and into her womb, and a few moments later he fell on his side, tugging the alpha female down with him to lay in the grass, one hand draped over her. Like with the male tied with him, he found himself getting increasingly groggy as each and every one of the pack crept in close and laid down in a circle around him.

The alpha male had just finished cleaning himself off and laid down beside Suel, resting his head on the wolvar's hips as they idly bucked forward, getting every bit of seed inside as possible.

Suel laid down as best he could, laying his head on a belly of one of the wolves that had curled up beside him, content to finally fall asleep after this tiring morning.

The rain never did come, the clouds got thicker but dispersed before any rain could emerge. Suel remained tied to the alpha female as the leader of the pack curled up beside him and the others didn't stray far, and it seemed before long the wolf pack once again admitted Suel's new form as an honorary pack member. He had no idea where he would go in the future, but one thing was sure: he would never be far from his pack.