The Dream That Turned Real|The Canine Underworld by Triple xXx Werewolf 2013 Subchapter 03: Bathtime PT1

Note: I'm starting to find my writing style to be what's called 'stream of consciousness', where one subject leads to another as it comes to mind. If you find any inconsistancies, that's my understanding of the term.

"Whew, Mike! Did you shit yourself when you were in the spider?" Dan asked the Lycan, who indeed still reeked of his own excrement.

"How'd you think I got out of there? Had to do it. What, are you gonna give me a tongue bath?" Mike responded, sniffing his armpit afterward.

"I don't like that tone you're using with me very much." Dan said in a low, soft voice, his eyes slitted. Mike's own eyes gleamed bright red in return with a flash of a fang.

"Just remember who you're dealing with, and we'll have no problems." Mike said with a light snarl as he passed by the dingo to go outside.

"Y'know, Mike, as much as I can tolerate that smell, we should at least find a way to clean ourselves up a little." Ryan told the werewolf as he caught up to him.

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To the reader, Mike's thought processes are seen as an internal conversation between the five characters: Mike (human), Anthro, Feral, DemonWolf, and HellHound. They are all sitting in a circle, Mike, Anthro and Demonwolf crosslegged, Feral and Hellhound on their haunches.

In Mike's head...

"He is right, you know. and it does carry over to all our forms." Anthro started.

"Why not let the dingo shit-slut have at it? It's food to him, anyway..." HellHound said. "Or, perhaps, bathe in the dragon's fire, eh?"

"Maybe a dust bath?" Feral suggested. "Tames down the smell, and I've noticed the dirt here makes our fur nice an' shiny."

"Hmm..." Mike said, pondering his options.

"I just came up with something!" DemonWolf said. "Fuck a dust bath, a mudbath's what ya want!"

"Seriously?" Anthro questioned, looking straight at DemonWolf.

"Yeah! It ain't girly or nothin'. Besides, you got Ryan to play in that pit with you, and he's older than us, like, two or three decades our age."

"Age gaps aside..." Anthro said, steering the conversation back to the original topic, "I don't think Dan's going to be easily swayed to do that, and how're you going to-" he paused, realizing what he was implying, before glaring at Demonwolf, "You have the sickest mind right now."

Demonwolf snickered. "Why, thank you."

"Well, if we're doin' that, we may as well make use of what resources we got. I mean, that survivor guy drank his own urine, so it's safe, for awhile at least." Feral said.

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"Mike? You with me?" Ryan snapped his fingers in front of the other wolf's face.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about something." Mike replied. "What if... we make some mudbaths to soak in?"

"Creative as that idea is, erm.." Ryan pondered on Mikes' suggestion. "I don't know if I wanna do that."

"Well, we got the spider now, I can have it knit up some towels for us to wipe off."

"Okay, maybe..." Ryan said.

"And it would definitely beat a golden shower anyday. Besides, I think Dan's over his scat fetish already."

"You thinkin' about joinin' the dark side already, Mike?" Dan joked, overhearing the conversation.

"No, and the offer's still up if you wanna use that mouth'a yours to clean me up."

"Y'know, after being here for so long, I've gotten waay more than my fill of the filth."

"You're giving up your scat fetish?"

"It's not a fetish, never was."

"Right...." Mike said, rolling his eyes.

"So, putting all that aside, what are our options for, like I said earlier, at least getting rid of the skank-stank?" Ryan said before slapping his muzzle, realizing what he said. "Oops, sorry, Mike. Didn't mean it. Sorry."

"What's to be sorry about, Ryan?" Mike asked.

"I just called you a skank on accident."

Mike's chest rumbled with laughter, patting Ryan on the back. "Dude, nothing you say's gonna offend me."

"Uhhh, okay..." Ryan said, feeling uneasy.

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Mike had settled on the mudbath idea, and went to work setting it up. He started off with using Gornak's claws in Hellhound's form to break the dry soil. He figured a large pool would work better than individual tubs, thinking of the substance to use in there...

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"Alright, guys. Jizz or piss, mud or no?" Mike asked his other forms.

"I'm not gonna take part in this discussion." Anthro said.

"That's fine, Anthro."

"Well, our pee is more expendable than our seed." Feral said.

"Are you kidding? Our cum reserves are always recharging! You want hyper cumming capabilities, ya gotta take us into consideration." DemonWolf countered, emphasizing with a crotch grab.

"Right... If you two weren't gelded and cockless." Feral told Demonwolf and Hellhound.

"What'd you say, Boy?" HellHound said in a snarl, stepping up to Feral, hackles raised.

"Stop this nonsense!" Mike commanded. "DemonWolf, HellHound, front and center, so that I may verify his claim."

The two forms called on did as told, with HellHound flopping onto his back, legs spread apart.

Mike walked over to DemonWolf first, locking eyes with him, and felt up his seemingly empty crotch. What he found was, to say the least, astounding. DemonWolf's anatomy was like that of a reptile, all his junk was hidden inside of him, the same with HellHound.

"You still got what you got." HellHound told Mike. "Nuttin' to worry about."

"As long as you guys don't cum thermite or lava, we'll be okay." Anthro said.

Mike raised a brow at Anthro. "Seriously? You had to go there?"

"Should we even check? No harm in doing so, right?" Anthro defended himself.

"Do it." Mike told him.

"Why?"

"You started it!" Mike and the others told Anthro in unison.

"Fine..." Anthro sighed. "Do I get to-"

"Today, BOY! I ain't fond'a waitin, so if'n you know what's good for you, you'll get on yer knees, get us nice an' hard, and raise that little tail for us, ya heard?" HellHound commanded.

"Everything but that raising tail part. I'm just gonna jack you guys off so we know whether or not your cum's normal, like ours. Nothing more than that." Anthro retorted.

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Mike, Feral and HellHound watched off to the side as Anthro got on his knees.

"Me and my big muzzle." Anthro muttered under his breath as he placed his hand-paws on DemonWolf's crotch, pausing as he thought of how best to stimulate him.

Staring at his crotch, he saw a dolphin-like slit where his boner would eventually be. Carefully, he stuck a finger inside, getting a lewd chuckle from DemonWolf as the slick warmth enveloped his digit.

"Finally got it figured out?" he asked Anthro, who started rubbing up and down inside the slit, as Demonwolf's wolfhood finally came out for all to see.

"Alright, standard canine anatomy, no biggie there..." Anthro said, before noticing Demonwolf's dick was still growing to a final size of seven inches in girth by a stubby fifteen inches long. "Ohh my... Man, what the-" he exclaimed, scrambling to get away from the growing monster-cock, off to the side with the others.

"Ohh, my big dick brings all the foxes to da yard, an' I'm like, it's bigger than yours, fuck yeah, it's bigger than yours, you wanna show? Ya wanna watch me blow-OHHHHH!!!" DemonWolf shouted as he danced around before flexing his muscles hard and letting loose, sending gallon upon gallon of hot white thick, gooey, slimy cum flying fourteen feet away from him for a good nine seconds, slowing to a steady dribble afterwards, before stopping altogether, his dick receding into that dolphin-slit in his lower abdomen.

"Here's that sample you ordered, Doc." Demonwolf sad with a dark giggle.

The others were speechless, to say the least, that a fire-spawned werewolf could still have normal white cum like theirs. Mike walked over and kneeled over the substance.

"Hmm, okay, smells normal, stronger scent.." Mike said, analyzing the scent as he stuck two fingers in the stuff. "definitely not acidic, or my fingers would be gone..."

He then took note of the stringiness as he removed his fingers from the cum puddle and rubbed his thumb against them. Pulling his thumb back, a thick string held onto the two digits.

"Wow, even more slippery than ours, the best top-brand lubes couldn't get this close... now, the final test..."

'Man, this is gonna be embarrassing, but, it has to be done... for science stuff.' Mike thought, before bringing his cum-soaked fingers close to his mouth.

'I also gotta do it to show dominance, that i'm totally comfortable with it. Aw, who am I kidding, just do it already!' Mike thought to himself as his tongue came out and tentatively licked the cum from them, before shoving both fingers in his mouth and sucking on them.

He found the taste bitter, but not overwhelmingly so. Letting the taste linger in his mouth, he noted a burnt, slightly crispy aftertaste, giving him a whole-body shudder.

"Whoa! Okay, you're good to go, DemonWolf. Hellhound, you're next. Anthro, if you may."

Hellhound flopped over onto his back again, his throbbing footlong demanding attention, as Anthro went down on his knees again and pleasured him. Using his knowledge of canine anatomy that he picked up from a Demon he ate who used to be a zoophile once, proof that one could absorb information from the demons through consuming them, he found that squeezing and pumping the area behind the knot was enough to get a dog off...

"Whaaa! Stop already, it's too much! Anthro!" HellHound shrieked as the other werewolf continued, getting a chourus of laughter from the others.

"Aww, look at you, you have a weak spot... You're totally vulnerable to pleasure where I'm playing with you, aren't you, Puppy?"

"Puppy?! GAH! C'mon, man, it's startin' to hurt already!!!"

"But you didn't cum for me yet, that's the only way i'm gonna stop, Puppy. You gotta cum for me, then I'll let you go." Anthro cooed to the squirming quadruped.

HellHounds eyes glowed a bright orange as his expression turned from pain and shock, to one of lust-induced anger.

"Ya want MY cum, do ya, BOY?" he said with a wicked grin on his muzzle.

"Oh, boy." Anthro said, worriedly.

"Then get ready, shugah, 'cuz here.. it.. COMES! YYEEAAGGHHRRRUUHH!!!" HellHound roared as he came harder than any of us, it was just flying out at such a high pressure that his balls were clearly visible, jumping with every bit of seed that shot out, at least two to three stories high, coming back down to rain on us.

"Alright, exactly the same as everyone's seed. Very good." Mike said as "Ol' Faithful" as DemonWolf put it, finally stopped spurting all over the place, firing one last shot straight in Anthro's face.

"YEAH, BOYS, I MADE IT RAIN!! WHOO!!!" HellHound shouted before looking at Anthro, who was flicking the cum from his eyes. "And that's whatcha get fer teasin' me, bitch."

"Well, then. Feral, Anthro, would you like to compare yours next?" Mike asked.

"Let's save it for later, when we get the, erm, 'bath' started." Anthro replied.

"Speaking of which, this would also count as a 'cum bath', since we're using our seed to do this." Hellhound pointed out.

"Technically speaking..." Anthro added.

"Okay..." Mike said. "Let's do this. Better now than never. Let's split forms, or whatever you'd call it."