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--1

Apollo was no stranger to moving. Always dying to see what the next town might be like, he never settled for long. A few months at the most, a week at the least, usually.

On that note, the community of Wolfsbane didn't seem all that unique or interesting so far, but it was quaint. If nothing else, it would be a nice place to stay for a few weeks, at least during the damp months of Autumn.

As Apollo unloaded the moving truck, sharp eyes watched him from a tight thicket of trees just a few yards away. They saw the muscular bird easily lug a heavy, oak bookcase into his house, an oak bed frame minutes later, and a matching dresser shortly after, all without pause.

Being sharp-eyed, as an eagle was apt to be, Apollo thought he saw those spying eyes on one of his quick trips in and out, but they were gone before he really cared to investigate. Shrugging it off, he kept working, and he abandoned the idea that someone would actually spy on him.

Throughout the mild day, the charming residents of Wolfsbane (none of them turned out to be wolves, something Apollo found slightly ironic) came to greet the eagle, bringing baked treats when they brought anything at all. Apollo liked their cheerfulness - it was always nice to be welcomed, and his species, size, and personality did demand some attention - but it was cloying. By the time he had completely unloaded the truck, however, night had come, and the greetings had long ceased.

--2

Most creatures, when they moved, were happy to just get unloaded and then sleep, and save the task of decorating the house for the days to come. Not Apollo. Even at midnight, he was unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture; the bedroom was complete, the kitchen nearly so, and the living room was also coming along nicely. As often as he moved, he liked to get things done as quickly as he could.

In a rare moment, the eagle was just sitting down for a break when he heard a knock at the door. Emitting a small, annoyed grunt with just a hint of a squawk in it, he turned his head to the door and he paused. When the knock came a second time, he pushed himself up and out of his armchair (feeling more tired than when he'd sat down), and he walked to the door.

Opening it, he didn't know what to expect - but being pestered so late was already making him think of moving again.

Standing in the chilly air, illuminated by the soft glow of Apollo's lamp, was a calm-faced wolf of a mild brown coloration. Covering his paws, hind and fore, was a darker shade of brown, the same shade of his snout, and it was even splotched here and there in the form of markings. At a glance, Apollo thought that he was a hyena, but the snout was too long, the ears were too pointy, and the teeth (which were showing in a subtle grin) were too small. Whoever it was, they were a wolf.

"Hello, neighbor," the wolf said in a pleasant tone. "Sorry to bother you so late - but I saw your light was on, and I thought, I haven't been in to greet the new guy."

Apollo, visibly a little fatigued and not very patient as a result, grunted, "Yeah, well - it is late. So, maybe tomorrow--"

"Can I come in?" the wolf cordially asked, ignoring the bluntness of the eagle's words.

Baffled and annoyed, but also stunned by the boldness, Apollo blurted, "I guess so."

"Thanks," the wolf chuckled, stepping past the eagle, brushing against him and spurring the tall, muscular bird to grunt. "Nice things you have, cute house. Very quaint... I hope Nook didn't put too many zeroes on your mortgage."

Apollo sighed, peered out into the night for a moment, and then he shut the door.

In the same moment, the brown wolf turned, clasped his paws behind his back, and smiled. "So, welcome to Wolfsbane. My name's Kyle. And yours is...?" he asked, tilting his head endearingly.

"It's Apollo," the eagle answered, unable to keep from puffing his chest out a little. His size over the wolf was remarkable, standing at least a foot over the athletic-bodied lupine, who was of an average height.

Kyle couldn't help but feel small in the eagle's presence, and he was glad for it. Swishing his tail and chuckling coyly, he asked, "Any good housewarming gifts yet?"

Apollo was about to say something frank and rude, but he figuratively bit his tongue. Talking behind peoples' backs before he'd even finished unpacking didn't seem wise. Coolly, he nodded to the dinner table, on which an assortment of baked sweets sat, all of them yet untouched.

The wolf covered his mouth to laugh; it struck Apollo as a feminine kind of gesture. "Sweet treats and other goodies, huh? Mm, nobody knows how to greet a man around here."

"Heh," Apollo chuckled, missing the undertones, "tell me about it."

Exhibiting a noticeable swish that made Apollo wary, Kyle padded up to the bird. Every one of his features suggested that something lewd was coming, but all the wolf did was shake the eagle by the hand.

Instinctively, Apollo squeezed the wolf's paw tightly, and he straightened his posture.

Kyle grinned at the tight handshake, and he noted the bird's proud posture. "I'll see you later," the wolf winked, easing his paw out of that snug grip.

Still unsure of what to make of the wolf, Apollo just nodded slowly.

Languidly, the brown wolf put a paw on the eagle's chest, but it was brief, and wound up seeming like nothing more than a friendly pat. With a tight, cute smile on his muzzle, he stepped around the eagle and showed himself out.

Apollo went back to work unpacking. That strange little encounter left him so tense, he didn't feel like resting anymore.

--3

It was just short of two hours later that Apollo heard another knock on his door. He had finished unpacking, and was finally contemplating bed; to that extent, he thought about ignoring what was undoubtedly the weird wolf from before, and yet something wouldn't let him just brush it off. Curiosity had gotten the better of him. Ready to tell Kyle to shoo, the eagle opened the door.

At least Apollo wasn't entirely wrong; among the five grinning wolves outside was Kyle, and he said, "Hey again, Apollo. Glad you're still up."

It occurred to Apollo that he was a bird and these were five hungrily-grinning wolves. It also occurred to him that he was new in town, his house was nestled off in the woods, and almost nobody knew what his name was. He hadn't even signed the papers on his mortgage yet.

Despite all of that, Apollo a muscular and headstrong creature, and he didn't find the wolves too intimidating. "Uh, hey." After a short pause, merely a beat, he asked, "Brought some friends, huh?"

"We wolves like to stick together, that's all," said one toward the front, his colors gray and white, with noticeably yellow eyes. "Kyle told us you were a new guy in town, and you were worth checkin' out."

The eagle narrowed his eyes on that wolf, when another in the back chimed in, "Yeah, looks like he was right, too. You work out?"

"Of course I do," Apollo answered, putting on an involuntary smirk, his posture shifting and growing bolder. "What's all this about, anyway? You guys know what time it is?"

"Who cares?" one of the wolves replied, his fur such a dark blue shade that Apollo could only see the white shade of his chin and the yellow of his eyes.

Butting in, appearing more and more as the diplomat of the group - or at the least, its' scout - Kyle said, "We're wolves, we're creatures of the night, that's all. Besides that, we had something for you..."

Leaning against the door frame, blotting out most of the light coming out of his house, Apollo nodded for him to continue.

Stepping forward, Kyle set a paw on the eagle's chest, and he was joined by another wolf (this one was dominantly a light shade of gray), while the others loitered close by, all grinning dreamily.

Rubbing around the bird's thick chest in small circles (while the gray wolf squeezed on the dense musculature, while his other paw roamed close to the studly eagle's crotch), Kyle said, "Like I told you earlier, nobody around here seems to know how to greet a man to this village. Well..." he chuckled, trailing off.

"We do," the gray wolf answered for him, standing up on the very tips of his toes to give the eagle a kiss on the beak.

Blushing but smirking, welcoming the languid touches on his hard body, Apollo rubbed the gray wolf behind the ears, and Kyle, under the chin. "Even with all the places I've lived, I have to admit, this is something new."

"What a shame," said one of the other wolves, his colors orange and white, almost like a fox, yet he was clearly a wolf in shape and size. He added a paw to the fray on Apollo's chest, rubbing on either side of the long zipper bisecting the bird's snug shirt. He was able to feel those hard muscles even through the more dense fabric there. "We're gonna fix that tonight, though."

Apollo grinned and chuckled coyly. "You know, keeping the door open like this is letting all the warm air out of my house."

"Don't worry," the gray wolf grinned, "we're gonna warm you up."

--4

At the urging of two of the eager wolves, Apollo sat down in the middle of his sofa, and those same two wolves took to either side of him. One was the orange-and-white lupine, and as he nibbled and kissed on the eagle's thick neck, he slid down the zipper on the bird's shirt, exposing the downy fluff and the herculean muscles beneath.

Opposite was the dark blue, yellow-eyed wolf, who pulled apart Apollo's shirt and leaned in to nose and kiss on the bird's exposed chest. Beneath the charcoal-hued down, he found one of the eagle's nipples, already stiffening in arousal, and he dragged his tongue across it, this action earning a soft groan (and a grin) from the eagle.

The other three wolves, Kyle among them, knelt around the eagle's legs with swishing tails and growing bulges in their shorts. One of the wolves, the gray-furred one, lay an eager paw on the thick lump of the bird's crotch, where he began to squeeze and knead. Not to be denied, the other two wolves on the floor stole gropes and otherwise-lewd touches on the swelling flesh there, to which Apollo huffed and pouted out his chest proudly.

While the wolves clamored with the zipper on his shorts, Apollo ran his hands down the backs of the wolves on either side of him, and he said, "Tell me your names - I like to know who I'm fucking."

The orange-hued wolf answered first, after a gentle kiss on the eagle's beak. "Name's Chief," he said.

"Lobo," grinned the wolf opposite, wagging his tail as Apollo's meaty hand neared it, only to cup his taut behind and squeeze it.

Just pulling down the eagle's shorts, leaving the bulge of his cock and balls contained in an American flag-emblazoned jock strap, the gray wolf coolly answered, "Fang."

"And I'm Wolfgang," the last of them said. His colors were close to Lobo's, yet his muzzle, paws, and the tip of his tail had a cream shade.

"I sure hope you remember me," Kyle chuckled, winking at the bird, and cupping the throbbing bulge of the eagle's groin.

Shivering at the touch, Apollo nodded. In the snug pouch of his jock, his cock was slowly growing hard, trying to uncurl in its' confines. The sheer size of it was stunning to all five wolves, but given Apollo's physical size over them, it was to expected.

"Look how big that thing is," Fang grinned, stroking reverently over the bird's leg, an action Wolfgang was practically mirroring on the opposite side.

Licking his lips intently, Kyle revealed the eagle's crotch with respect and awe. Slowly pulling the jock down and away (made possible only when the bird lifted his muscular rear off of the couch for a moment), the brown wolf exposed the heavy sack beneath, and the half-erect, pink cock which draped over its' bulk.

Apollo was blushing, but he was grinning more than ever, too. With a conscious effort, he made his meat flex, and it spat a heavy glob of pre onto Kyle's snout, which (after a cute, small yip) the brown wolf lapped up.

All of the wolves were staring at the eagle's member, watching it grow harder, noting every throb, twitch, and bead of pre. After a brief silence, the eagle snickered, "What's everybody waiting for?"

--5

Whether they had all been entranced or if they were waiting for Apollo to say something, the wolves descended. Kyle, already in the perfect position, engulfed the first few inches of that avian member, and he suckled on it while especially abusing the blunt tip with his smooth, broad tongue.

Fang, with an arm wrapped around one of Apollo's strong legs, reached up with his free paw and cupped the eagle's heavy balls. Their weight in his paw was stunning, and though they were covered in downy fluff, they felt like a pair of oranges in size and shape.

Though seemingly at a loss for erogenous zones to please, Wolfgang was hardly left out. He lifted the leg he had close by, and he lapped over the bottom of the studly eagle's foot with his canid tongue. It was such a pleasure that Apollo curled his toes and shivered, and he certainly didn't tell the wolf to stop.

Up on the couch with Apollo, Chief and Lobo peppered the eagle's beak with kisses and nuzzles as their soft paws teased around his chest, stroking the dark fluff and worshiping the musculature. To a lesser degree, they rubbed the eagle's nipples - but when the urge struck him (which was often), Lobo leaned down to tease those pert nubs with his tongue.

Apollo was content and tired enough to take all of this worship and pleasure passively, but the wolves were much too cute, their bodies offered too willingly, for him to not explore them as he was being explored. Rubbing down Lobo's back, he paused at the waistband of the blue wolf's shorts, and then he slid his thick fingers into the tight space between the fabric and his bare fur.

Lobo shivered and pressed further into Apollo, but at the same time, he perked his behind into that heavy touch. Like the other wolves, he was already hard, but to be so specifically doted on by the eagle made him grin wide and wag his tail, even more so when the bird's fingers slipped in-between his taut ass cheeks. As Apollo rubbed teasingly and firmly on the tight pucker of his tail hole, he emitted a low coo of pleasure, and he lapped more intently over one of the handsome bird's nipples.

Down below, Kyle was just suckling Apollo's cock to its' full size. It stood more-or-less at a foot in length, and though its' pink flesh bulged nicely, it wasn't marred by thick veins. It was beautiful, the way it throbbed and drooled with its' musky pre, and all of the wolves were given a chance to admire it when Kyle pulled back. Cutely, he wiped his lips off on his forearm, and he looked at that beautiful shaft with a small grin and a languid gaze.

All eyes (including Apollo's own) were on the bird's impressive endowment. Wolfgang took a liking to it, in particular; intent on being the bold one, he set down the eagle's foot, gently nudged Kyle aside (calmly, he took to the foot that Wolfgang had just abandoned), and he began to slicken that meat with long laps of his tongue, as if it were candy.

Not content to just grope the eagle, and finding himself emboldened by Wolfgang's lapping, Fang leaned in closer, nudging Wolfgang a bit to the side. A few times, they shared laps on the eagle's cock, but when his tongue cutely tangled with Wolfgang's (leading to a moment of wet, lewd kissing), he decided to find his own game. Leaning down a bit lower, he found his new prize quickly; opening his maw wide, he wrapped his lips and his tongue around the eagle's heavy scrotum, finding himself able to accommodate just part of one, but he lavished it nevertheless with laps and suckles.

Lobo was occupied with Apollo's rubbing, but Chief wasn't so distracted. Reaching down with a slender paw, he clutched what portion of that big cock Wolfgang wasn't slobbering on, and he stroked it firmly and at a fair pace, using the bird's own pre and the drool from Kyle and Wolfgang as lubrication.

With everybody apparently content in their places, Apollo shuddered and ground into Chief's pumping paw, but he also loved the affections of Fang and Wolfgang. Kyle's laps were considerably more creative than Wolfgang's had been, too, and they contributed well to the pleasure; he suckled on the eagle's toes and flossed between them with his thick tongue, while his soft paws rubbed what wasn't being lapped.

Apollo closed his eyes tightly and shuddered, chuckling through this pleasurable grimace. "I thought about moving here a year ago," the eagle wistfully said, plunging a finger almost knuckle-deep into Lobo, who shrieked with pleasure and nuzzled firmly into the bird's down.

It was Lobo that gasped, "You should have..."

Grinning, blushing, and feeling the tingle of an orgasm not far away, the bird said, "Do you greet all the guys like this?"

Chief paused to grope on the blunt head of Apollo's cock; the eagle trembled and shot a heavy wad of pre. "Just the hot ones," he said, winking and smirking.

"So, no," Kyle giggled. "Not even close to all of them."

Wolfgang added, "We get kinda tired of waiting for hot guys to show up just so we can fuck them senseless."

Fang had nothing to add; with his eyes closed and his suckling noisy and content, he was clearly above conversation.

Pumping his finger in and out of Lobo, but almost as an afterthought with his focus shifting to his impending orgasm, Apollo huffed, "Glad I could give you guys what you needed..."

Chief pumped the eagle harder and faster still, his paw bumping Wolfgang's nose now and again, but the latter merely took it as a cue to hang back. "Likewise, handsome," he cutely growled.

At that moment, everybody was happy. Kyle loved sucking on the eagle's toes as they curled; Lobo, enjoying that finger, was panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth; Fang and Wolfgang both savored the taste of the eagle's well-endowed manhood; and Chief was giving the bird a pawing he wasn't likely to forget.

When the eagle finally tensed up, grunted, and came, it was to the pleasure and relief of everybody involved. Watching the eagle splatter his chest (and Chief's paw) with rich, sticky seed was pleasing to them in two ways; one, they loved to help a handsome stud get off, and two, they loved even more to clean a handsome stud up.

Grunting and groaning heavily, writhing from all of the pleasures the wolves treated him to on top of the bliss of his orgasm, Apollo was in heaven. When the sensation of his orgasm tapered off and he came into his afterglow, he slumped back against the couch, and his finger inside of Lobo eased back, to the wolf's slight disappointment. "That was really something else... You wolves know how to make a guy feel welcome," he grinned.

"We hear that every time," Kyle cooed, easing off of the bird's foot.

Fang and Wolfgang pulled back too, and they, along with Kyle, stood and leaned over the eagle.

--6

With the corners of his beak upturned in a grin, Apollo stayed relatively slack on the couch, and he savored the warmth of his afterglow along with that of the wolves clamoring around him.

Saying nothing, but growling cutely and lewdly, the wolves converged, and they began to lap the freshly-unloaded seed from the eagle's body. Downy fluff matted down with sticky cum was lapped clean, left well-groomed and wet with saliva, while the wolves growled in appreciation of the salty seed.

Though all of the wolves nipped at each other and playfully fought for the right to lick the mess from the bird's stomach and chest, they were surprisingly polite with that large, still-throbbing member; in a way, this let Apollo know that there was plenty of him to go around.

Murring, wagging their tails, and sporting bulging erections of their own, the five lupine sluts lapped all over the eagle's meat with no coordination or choreography, simply slobbering upon its' length freely, licking wherever they pleased, and pleasing wherever they licked.

Although a healthy mess of semen had run down the eagle's cock, this mess hadn't lasted more than a few seconds under the wolves' tongues. They were worshiping the flesh just because they wanted to, but with the way their bodies resonated with cute, grumbling sounds and how Apollo's chest shook with a happy churr, nobody minded what was going on.

Before much longer, some of the wolves settled into more specialized roles; it was Lobo who cupped the eagle's heavy balls and squeezed softly on them, while nibbling and kissing where the bird's erotic flesh met his fluffy down.

Fang, who had formerly teased and pleased the eagle's balls, got what was arguably the most enviable of jobs this time around. Standing over Lobo (inadvertently grinding his crotch into the back of the blue wolf's head), he bent down into the eagle's lap and he took more than a few inches of that swollen avian meat past his lips. Growling warmly, but suckling so noisily as to drown that sound out entirely, he made Apollo shudder, writhe, and curl his toes.

"Do you guys know how late it is?" Apollo asked, speaking sternly, but grinning lewdly.

"I do," Wolfgang offered, smiling and sidling up to Apollo, his lapping and nuzzling on the eagle's cock displaced by Fang's cocksucking, "but who cares?" He winked and kissed the bird on the beak, and not unlike the antics from before, he rubbed reverently over the dense muscles of the bird's chest.

"I sure don't," Chief chimed in, before quickly returning to slobbering around the middle inches of the eagle's cock, his tongue collecting much of the drool that ran down from Fang's maw.

"Guess I really don't, either, then," Apollo smirked. Then, letting his smirk turn into more of a smile, he wrapped an arm around Wolfgang's slender body, squeezing him affectionately. "Hmm," he mumbled, grinning down at Wolfgang, inspecting him with hungry eyes.

Wolfgang's smile was timid, but somehow, the sweetness in his face seemed fabricated, as though he were merely acting cute to get Apollo's favor. One way or the other, it was working. Apollo certainly didn't care if he was sincere or not; he was getting laid. "What's up?" Wolfgang murmured, afterward licking the bird's neck sweetly.

Sliding a hand down Wolfgang's body (and as he lay the other on the back of Fang's head), Apollo churred, "I'm thinking of having a little more fun with you."

--7

Fang and Chief were busy with their work, giving Apollo some very talented muzzle-lovings, but Lobo and Kyle watched what the avian stud did to Wolfgang with intense, albeit cute jealousy.

Apollo left the wolf's colorful shirt where it was, but undid his shorts without hesitation. Holding the wolf close to his hard body, he quickly popped the button and pulled down the zipper; from the wolf's fly emerged his drooling cock, no underwear keeping him decent underneath, and Apollo was happy for one less thing to worry about.

Grinning impishly, his cock throbbing harder inside Fang's maw and against Chief's tongue, the eagle yanked Wolfgang's shorts down and off and tossed them aside. He didn't care one bit about the shorts - just the wolf that had been in them. Licking lewdly along the edge of his beak, he grabbed two handfuls of Wolfgang; one on his taut behind, the other on that throbbing, drooling wolf cock.

Wolfgang's reply to Apollo's grabby hands was a sudden and sharp gasp, an entirely positive noise, which ended with a gentle coo. Pressing closer still to Apollo, he lavished the bird's neck with gnaws and kisses, always switching it up, while his paws roamed the well-explored expanse of the eagle's chest.

"You're a cute wolf," Apollo said lowly. While his grin became more of a smirk, he slipped his fingers in-between the slender wolf's ass cheeks, to the tune of a soft moan from Wolfgang. Unlike when he'd played with Lobo's behind, there was nothing to restrict his big fingers this time, and yet his strokes were much the same; he simply rubbed teasingly over the snug, pink pucker that lay between those cheeks, doing so even well after Wolfgang had become a shivering, moaning mess against his flank.

It was only when Wolfgang appeared entirely complacent that Apollo went further, pushing two digits up inside of the wolf. The lupine's soft, sensual cry had a fine quality to it; the tones were something to savor, and the eagle most certainly did. Working his fingers in deeper, spreading open those snug walls, Apollo teased more sweet noises from Wolfgang; these were soft-spoken coos of praise, with requests for more among them.

A competent and accommodating dominant, Apollo was happy to oblige, and at the same time he slid his fingers in deeper - almost to the knuckles - he started to stroke the wolf's cock. This masturbation was slow, almost idle; there was no chance he'd get the wolf off, and no intent to, either. It was just a gentle pleasure, matching the anal play, and based on the way Wolfgang's eyes glazed over and his tongue slopped out of his mouth, he was loving it.

Kyle stayed yet passive, despite idly fondling his own erection through the denim of his shorts.

Where the brown wolf was content to just watch the show, Lobo wasn't. If Wolfgang was the center of Apollo's attention, that was just fine; he'd gotten off with his fellow wolves many times before the eagle showed up, and there was nothing keeping him from continuing to do just that.

Slipping down his shorts but leaving on his checkered shirt, Lobo picked from Chief and Fang purely at random, and he padded up behind the former, who (though slightly distracted from his licking) flagged his tail upwards invitingly. Grinning and murring, Lobo undid his friend's shorts and tugged them downwards, exposing a lupine bottom covered in tight, white briefs. As for those, he slid them down just around his fellow wolf's thighs, exposing the fine crack of Chief's ass, just beneath which was the fluff-furred coinpurse of his balls.

When Lobo slipped his member in-between the orange wolf's ass cheeks and prodded his tail hole, Chief shuddered and broke off his cock worship, leaving just Fang on that job.

"Ooh, how come I'm always the one who gets fucked first?" Chief asked, grinning and nuzzling against Apollo's heavy balls.

Apollo, still rubbing deeply inside of Wolfgang's behind, grinding his fingertips into the wolf's prostate, chuckled at the query.

Pushing into Chief, spreading open his snug pucker with a deep growl (and a submissive moan from Chief himself), Lobo answered, "Because all someone has to do is put their paw on your ass, and you lift your tail right up."

"Rrf," Chief shuddered, kissing the eagle's balls, "not my fault you guys trained me to do that."

Ignoring the cute exchange (which had earned Kyle's undivided attention, at least for the time being), Apollo turned his own attention to Wolfgang, and he sweetly bumped his beak into the wolf's nose. "How'd you like to go for a ride?" he asked, winking and grinning. Punctuating the question, he rubbed his fingertips squarely into Wolfgang's prostate, an action that made the lupine squeal pleasurably and writhe against the bird.

"Ooh, I'd love that," Wolfgang answered, grinning toothily, speaking through his clenched jaws.

"That's what I was hoping to hear," said Apollo, grinning back.

--8

When Wolfgang started to negotiate his way over Apollo to straddle the eagle's lap, Fang reluctantly took the hint, and he suckled his way off of the eagle's member. For what the two had planned, the flesh was perfectly slicked with heavy, viscous wolf slobber, warmed and hard as a rock for Wolfgang to sit on.

Once Fang finally pulled back all the way (and when Chief, also noticing what was happening, moved with Lobo to bend over an empty seat on the couch), Wolfgang descended on Apollo's impressive cock with obvious trepidation. When he first felt the big, blunt member in-between his furry cheeks, the tip against his only slightly-loosened hole, he sighed, and he found himself taking comfort in the eagle's musculature, the feel of that hard body under his soft paws.

"Ready?" Apollo asked after a few agonizing moments of Wolfgang's subtle, unintentionally-teasing grinding. There was some impatience in his voice; understandably, he was quite eager to have the small wolf, and the constant throb of his member drove this point home.

Wolfgang sighed again, braced his paws against Apollo's chest, and he nodded. "Mhm," he quietly, sweetly answered, and then he started to push down, allowing his own weight to impale himself on the eagle. The blunt, drooling tip of the bird's member spread him so much wider than those fingers had, and the stretch made him yelp and shudder, but he kept going. Curling his toes, wagging his tail, flattening his ears and clenching his eyes shut and his teeth together, Wolfgang's body language made it abundantly clear that Apollo's size was trying.

Apollo liked the size difference, but for different reasons. Holding Wolfgang's hips merely to keep him steady, the eagle leaned back into the couch and he groaned dreamily, the corners of his beak turned up in a sexually content grin. Disappearing inside of Wolfgang slowly but steadily, his large, hard endowment throbbed against those too-tight anal walls, and the pre largely came in a steady drool (but sometimes in spurts), augmenting the capable lube that was Fang's slobber.

"Nyah, you're so big," Wolfgang shuddered, speaking not in a wholly positive way, but Apollo only took it as a compliment anyway.

"And you're a tight little wolf," Apollo sighed, chuckling.

After much hissing and shuddering, Wolfgang's cute ass finally met Apollo's hips, and for a few much-needed moments, he adjusted to having that massive cock inside of him.

Apollo didn't begrudge Wolfgang a little rest; as late as it already was, and as wide-awake as the wolves had him despite his long day, he knew he'd be spending the next day asleep, anyway. What was a few more minutes, when he was buried in a tight, sexy wolf?

A far cry from how slowly Wolfgang had to go with the eagle, Lobo was rutting Chief without a problem. Every single one of them was very experienced and completely gay, and they were used to one another as far as quick sex went; that was why Lobo's pounding was pure pleasure for the orange wolf. Every buck of Lobo's hips smacked their balls together and drilled his member in deep, slicked by a steady drool of pre.

"Aha, yeah," Chief grunted, grinning broadly and nuzzling into the seat of the couch. "Nothing beats getting fucked like this..."

"Beg to differ," Lobo impishly grinned, grabbing Chief's tail, giving it a few soft tugs that made the bottoming wolf groan ever so cutely.

Having been hard for quite some time, and very much in need of an outlet for his libido, Fang wasn't at all coy or clever when he grabbed Kyle. He took the brown wolf to the floor, and right there on the bare planks, they hastily undressed.

Deferring easily to Fang's will, not being any kind of top, Kyle did as he was told - or, more accurately, presented himself in whatever position Fang put him in, which happened to be on his back. Legs spread, his throbbing cock and tight asshole offered without hesitation, he smiled sweetly at the gray wolf and winked. "Really, in the floor?"

"Yeah," Fang deadpanned, climbing over Kyle, hooking the brown wolf's legs over his shoulders, "in the floor." Thankfully, Kyle was like Chief in that he was an always-ready bottom, so when Fang pushed into his behind so quickly and aggressively, he met it not with a cry of pain, but a yip and a long, low moan afterward.

While Fang and Kyle just got started, and while Lobo and Chief continued to fuck like the animals they were, Wolfgang was finally beginning to ride on Apollo. Each bounce was a reserved affair, a steady glide up and a controlled fall down, getting quicker with each repetition.

Despite having had so much time to get used to it, he hissed and quaked as he rode the bird, but it was a mix of pain and pleasure, not just the former. His own pink, blunt-tipped cock drooled steadily with pre, this ooze soaking into the eagle's dense fluff and promptly disappearing.

The pre was even less noticeable when Apollo clutched the wolf's cock and started to firmly stroke on it, his pace only just quicker than Wolfgang's ride. "Ah, yeah, that feels damn good," Apollo churred, rubbing the tip of the wolf's cock with his thumb, coaxing shuddering moans from the bottoming lupine.

"I-I could say the same," Wolfgang cooed, beginning to ride with a bit more confidence and pleasure. As time went by, Apollo's massive size became less of an unwanted intrusion, and more of an enjoyable reaming. Wolfgang wasn't about to say it, out of modesty, but the eagle was the biggest he'd ever had.

Catching everybody else's attention to some degree, Chief was almost literally howling as he neared his climax. Clenching and huffing, nuzzling hard into the couch, he goaded Lobo with gasped begging, speaking strongly of how much harder and faster he wanted it.

Starting to huff, feeling the tingle of his own orgasm coming up, Lobo obliged Chief and his slavering lust at the same time. Pounding the orange wolf without care, laying claim to that athletic ass with vigorous pumps, he made it very clear that, despite what a squirming bitch he'd been when Apollo fingered him, he could top like a champion.

Gripping Chief's hips, pulling the orange wolf back into his aggressive assfucking, Lobo grinned involuntarily. "Ah, gonna cum," he hissed through his teeth, the slap of his hips on Chief's ass audible despite their fur.

"M-me too," Chief gasped, spreading his legs, planting his knees further apart. Under his breath, he muttered a few obscenities mixed with growls, and he nuzzled harder and harder into the couch while huffing and grunting. Finally, with a low cry, he came and shot a thick wad of seed against the front of Apollo's couch, which already seemed to have a few stains - none quite like that, though.

Following Chief's orgasm was Lobo's; he couldn't endure those involuntary, spasming clenches of Chief's tail hole when he came. Thrusting in to the hilt, Lobo tossed his head back and let loose with a proud howl as he came, splattering his sticky, white mess deep inside of his friend's behind. Not long after the fact, he leaned over Chief, cuddling up close to the orange wolf, and they reveled in their afterglow with rumbling growls and content murrs.

Emboldened by Lobo and Chief, Wolfgang started to ride on Apollo even quicker, and he pushed his weight down on the eagle harder and harder. It hurt, making him gasp and whine, yet feeling the eagle's huge member throbbing inside of him was worth it. Everything about Apollo was perfect, and none of the wolves (and certainly not Apollo himself) would argue that.

As he bounced and panted, stretching out his own tail hole well, Wolfgang stroked the hard muscle in the eagle's chest, and he bucked into the bird's groping, stroking hand.

Similarly to Wolfgang, Apollo bucked up into that which had hold of his member - however, his bucking and grinding made everything more intense for Wolfgang. When his cock pushed in even a little bit deeper or harder, the wolf groaned or gasped; when it ground in at a slightly off angle, Apollo only moaned, but the new pressure inside of Wolfgang spurred him to yelp and even whimper now and again. But he took it, and he kept riding.

Off on their own, Fang and Kyle were soft-spoken, but mating fiercely all the same. Fang's swollen cock pounded Kyle's tight, submissive ass well, but what made them seem so inoffensively quiet was the fact that they were kissing, thus muffling their moans and growls, or avoiding them entirely as they suckled on each other's tongues and freely exchanged saliva.

With a worshiping touch formerly reserved for Apollo, Kyle ran his paws down Fang's back, and when he neared the bottom of the gray wolf's shirt, he stroked up under it. Raking his blunt claws down Fang's back made the gray wolf shudder and growl - and it made him buck a little bit harder and faster, which was exactly what Kyle wanted.

Slobbering over Kyle's tongue and teeth, smacking his slender hips into the brown wolf's firm ass again and again, Fang appeared as a beautifully athletic male; his tight, delectable rump cheeks clenched and ground against one another with each thrust inward, and his toes curled, as did his tail up over his back.

Meanwhile, Kyle was the flawless example of a gay bottom. Wrapping his arms tightly around Fang's back and holding him close, he made his need for intimacy (and to a greater, but subtler degree, sex) known to his partner. Only when his orgasm began to near did he start to growl, but not in dominance; he wasn't like that. It was in pleasure alone, and Fang knew it.

Kyle wasn't the only one getting close; Apollo was huffing hard, bucking up into Wolfgang's snug rear with lewd intent, jerking the submissive wolf off faster and faster.

Once slow and careful, Wolfgang's ride had degraded into cowboy antics. He bounced hard and fast on the bird, still experiencing sharp twinges of pain (which he definitely made known), but he was overall lost in pleasure from the anal sex and the handjob alike.

Every squirt of lupine pre slicked Apollo's palm, and though a good amount of that liquid simply seeped into the downy fluff, never to be heard from again, some of it was staying on the surface, and it made Apollo's stroking slicker. Jerking harshly and quickly on Wolfgang's meat, bucking up into the lupine bitch so roughly as to make his balls bounce, the eagle shuddered, "Hope you're ready to get filled up...!"

"I'm always ready," Wolfgang gasped, hoping to speak with confidence, failing miserably, and ultimately not caring anyway. "Ooh, yeah, keep jerking me off like that, please," he whined, his tail wagging fervently, his tail hole well-stretched and raw. There wasn't any doubt that he would need to sit on a pillow for the next week or two, but it was so worth it to experience that massive avian cock.

Announcing his release with a muffled cry in the kiss, Kyle's seed erupted from his member, ruining his dark-colored vest, and he didn't care in the slightest. A hands-free orgasm was what Fang's ruthless fucking had given him, and he was grateful for it.

Not only was he purposefully returning the pleasure by stroking down the back of the gray wolf's head and sucking his tongue, but he returned it involuntarily, too. Just like how Chief had clenched so roughly on Lobo, Kyle's ass squeezed with remarkable force on Fang's cock, doing all it could to milk that domineering, gray wolf.

All of the pressure and pleasure paid off when Fang joined Kyle in his release. Breaking off the kiss, he bit on the brown wolf's neck as he came, shooting a thick, creamy wad of lupine jizz deep inside of the happily-bottoming Kyle. The bite itself drew no blood, and merely pinched the skin, but nevertheless, Kyle cooed and squirmed.

Bucking hard into Wolfgang, Apollo erupted with a resonant groan, and then a sharp squawk that startled every single wolf. With just as much incredible force as his first orgasm, the eagle shot his mighty load deep inside of Wolfgang, warming him up from the inside out. The seal of Wolfgang's abused asshole around Apollo's cock wasn't perfect, however, and some of that precious cum drooled free, running down and staining the eagle's balls.

It wasn't too much of a loss to Wolfgang, who felt so much of that satisfying warmth in his gut that he was very content. A good portion of said warmth was more than just the bird's seed, though; from all of that sweet pleasure, the skilled handjob especially, Wolfgang was also cumming, and he splattered his mess across Apollo's chest with great force, making a mess of the same body that they, as a group, had cleaned up once already.

Whimpering in total bliss, Wolfgang slumped against Apollo. Between their bodies, his seed squished into his fur and the eagle's down, spreading gooey warmth between the two of them.

Apollo didn't mind the mess, and he rather liked the wolves that came with it. Squeezing an arm around Wolfgang and tucking the wolf's head in under his beak, he smiled and said, "That was quite a greeting..."

"Ooh, yeah," Fang grinned, as he idly cuddled Kyle in the floor, still buried in the brown wolf, "that's what they all say."

"I don't know how long you planned to stay," Wolfgang tiredly remarked, "but I hope it's a long time."

Apollo wasn't stupid, but still, he grinned and asked, "And why is that?"

"Cause," Chief answered, reaching over to pat the eagle's thigh, "a sexy stud like you, a pack of horny wolves like us... This sure isn't the last time we're gonna do this."