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*Suel moves on to expose his enemy's weakness. He enters the stables, only to find out IT'S A TRAP! Surrounded by females in heat, Suel comforts the needy females by finding shelter within their heated wet lips. Mares are mounted, wolves are licked and pleasured, and felines are knotted in this all-rounder smut fest. If multiple feral partners are what you crave for, this story is just for you! *

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The air grew thinner and colder the farther Suel walked from the town. Every race accepted the lodging they had been offered, and decorated it to match their preferences. Not the worgen. The pack secluded itself deep within the maple forest, so deep the sun settled, the song of crickets burst to life, and Suel had yet to find them. He gritted his teeth at how slow his wolvar form walked. Horse could have traveled the same distance ten times faster.

"Horse also gets you killed." Or at least hunted down, according to the rumors floating through the town. The worgen pack hunted daily, and druids bore the same scent as their animal counterparts to them. Prey was prey, and any druid stupid enough to cross their territory as anything else other than cat or bear ended in their belly, eventually. Suel scoffed at the ridiculous thought, yet it bothered him enough to walk on two feet rather than four.

The worgen settlement spanned over a large clearing. Dwellings poked through the thick trunks ahead, lit by dangling oil lamps. They bore the angular shapes specific to the worgen architecture, with glass windows to fill in the gaps in the smooth wood.

A burly male leaned on the door of a one story house, legs crossed as his vermilion eyes shifted to Suel. His fangs gleamed in the pale moonlight, as did the silver dagger at his hip. His hand reached for it.

Suel quickened his pace at that, and broke into a stride when more worgen slipped out their flickering dwellings. Some growled, others snarled, and most just stared.

Only the stable keep talked. "You're from the tourney, eh?" he rasped.

Suel nodded, and the grey worgen's gaze shifted to his bushy tail. "Big tail, small hole. You'll never walk straight again after tomorrow, pup."

"I'll mange. Got four other forms to choose from."

A grinding laughter burst from the stable keeper. "Then Varg fucks you five times instead o' once."

Suel clenched his jaws, took a step forward, around the stable keeper, and closed his eyes when his arm pressed against Suel's chest. It took all his willpower to refrain from calling moonfire down upon him. Even more so, when such sweet scents drifted through the door's fringes.

"Half an hour's all you get."

Suel perked his ears. "Every participant in the tourney can stay for as long as they please."

"Then you're the unfortunate pup that doesn't get more than half an 'our." He snarled, long enough for his putrid breath to make Suel's stomach churn. He nodded, and the stable keep removed the bolts, opened the door, shove him inside and closed the twin doors with a loud thud.

Every mount stirred at that, and a cacophony of sounds burst through the wide stable. More a bestiary, really. The structure was broad and tall enough to accommodate both mounts and pets, all housed in spacious clay pens split by metal bars to allow a measure of interaction between species.

Rows over rows of corridors spanned in front of Suel, each housing closely related species in broad pens blanketed with hay, feathers and various pelts. Suel blinked hard at the vast expanse. His eyes watered from the thick scents filling his flared nostrils, and his cock throbbed to life within his stuffed cenarion leggings.

He recognized that heavy fragrance, spiced with a sweet tang and an earthy tint. Swelled until his knot threatened to spill because of it.

Females. Mares, wolves, felines. All in heat.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, wiped his eyes to clear his vision and took upon the row marked with the grand champion's insignia, a wolf's head with a white arrow etched upon its brow. One of these mounts would assist his master in tomorrow's bout, yet several other thoughts filled Suel's lust addled mind. To mate. To lick. To feel the needy females tighten around him in repeated strokes.

He shuddered when the piercing whines of a black war wolf filled his ears. He turned towards her pen, a female reaching up to his waist with a vulva so swollen it poked through the lush fur of her rump. She sat on her haunches, stared at him for a fleeting moment before she got up to whirl and jump and moan while Suel breathed in her fertile scent. Liquid heat rolled down her lips to dribble on the floor with each movement. And it was so much of it! Her arousal trickled, pattered on the hard packed ground. Suel's member jerked within its confines, and he growled when a shot of pre raced through his rock hard sheath.

The she wolf tilted her head to the side, yapped, then turned to present him her swell. Suel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, least he spent his seed in the wrong confines. Her pussy was still there when he cracked an eye open, shivering with need. Tear shaped and slick with her arousal, it dripped with a continuous stream of viscous heat every time she clenched. The way her puffy lips pressed and kissed each other made Suel throb hard inside his sheath. He wanted to suckle them down to the last drop. No. He wanted to pierce their embrace and fill them until his knot stretched the flesh to its limits.

His paws raced to the seams of his leggings, clutched them, then stopped. A sweeter fragrance blew from the depths of the stables, a touch more pungent.

"I'll--will come back," Suel said over her whines. She spun a few times, then reared onto her hindquarters and grabbed the iron portcullis of her pen to stare at him with deep blue eyes. "I swear, I'll just..." Suel stumbled in his rush, lurched forward, then crashed upon the tall boards of another pen.

A striped dawnsaber stared at him with a stark, emerald gaze, her chin rested atop huge, pink paw pads. Her tail flicked, revealing wet clumps of thick fur surrounding her reddish slit. Suel whimpered as his cock lurched in his leggings. His knees buckled with the motion, and his eyes squinted as another shot of pre left his sensitive tip.

Too much. He couldn't...he had to...

A whinny urged him to twist his neck to the side. He gulped hard, then followed the trace of the tantalizing aroma to the pen of a chestnut mare. Suel didn't see her head; only her muscular rump was exposed for his delight, along with the wrinkled, ebony skin of her folds. They parted briefly to reveal her pink tunnel, moist and smooth with viscous fluids.

He gasped as an onrush of blissful heat rushed from her fleshy depths, and not only. Slick arousal fled her lips after each wink, coloring her cunt a deep, glistening black. Suel bit back his rising climax, pushed the gate open and stepped next to her massive haunches.

"Hello there, big girl."

The mare turned her star speckled head towards him, snorting and swaying her tail. Her juices matted its bottom half, where it clumped and turned into a braid that dripped with liquid heat.

"Easy, easy, I'll give you the much needed release if you just..." Suel blurted out as he slid out of his cenarion kilt. His cock sprang with a jolt, shooting thin strands of pre against her thighs. She neighed louder, stomping her front legs with pent-up anticipation.

"Easy there. I'm a druid," Suel said as he soothed her with his druidic magic. "Here to release into you--to release you--help relieve--"His tongue tangled, his jaws shivered from her overwhelming scent, and each throb of his cock took away his coherent thoughts.

Suel peered back to the entrance to the stables to make sure the stable keeper wasn't here, then stretched a shivering paw towards her needy area. A whimper escaped him when his pads connected with her moist flesh. So soft, so slick! His fingers practically slid into her twitching depths, and she winked with renewed vigor at his intrusion.

He took hard, panting breaths by the time he retreated his drenched paw from her slick pussy. Fluids coated it in a translucent sheen, oozing a fragrance so sweet Suel's eyes clouded from its intensity. He smeared it onto his cock, grunted at how good it felt, then stepped in front of her winking cunt. He took a deep breath before plunging his muzzle into her shivering folds. His member lurched from the overwhelming stimulation, and Suel lapped up the onrush of arousal. A trickle at first, then a flood when she gushed out more with a sharp whinny.

Suel stumbled back, gulping her sweet juices and licking the remainder from his whiskers. He shifted into horse instinctively, took a good whiff for his rock hard cock to slap against his belly due to eagerness, then straddled her.

The mare's hindquarters buckled under his weight, soft neighs escaping her while Suel thrust his cock forward with abandon. His flared tip brushed against the taut muscle of her rump, poked through the thick strands of her tail before it touched her lips briefly. A raw cry fled Suel's throat, drowning her pitiful moan. He swayed on his unsteady hooves until his forelegs wrapped tighter around her belly. With the added balance, Suel aligned his hindquarters with hers and pushed forward, straight through her lips and into her tight, shivering pussy.

His lips and nostrils flared from the relentless strokes of her taut muscles around his length. She clenched around him with the eagerness of a young mare, mounted only a few times in her life. Her tight cunt suggested at much, and her hindquarters already bent with the strain of a looming climax. That only made Suel want to fuck her harder; hard enough to loosen her tight tunnel.

And so he did. The mare's whinny dissipated into loud snorts as Suel rammed his cock into her. His flared tip forced her muscles to part and make room for his rock hard member. Once deep inside her, Suel lingered a moment, neighing at how tight her shuddering depths felt around him. His balls twitched, and his cock pulsated with the need to unleash his seed inside her.

Not yet. Not before she came.

Her hooves clattered as she teetered, her head tilted upwards as she released a shuddering moan. The overwhelming slickness of her insides, combined with her tightness, brought Suel on edge. He pulled out of her with a squelch, sank up to his middle, pulled back and plunged three quarters of his shaft into her.

With each stroke, thick spurts of arousal fled through her parted folds, washing against Suel's overly sensitive tip. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath to prevent the seed welling at the base of his member from bursting forth. Not yet, not while her tight cunt needed more stretching.

Suel rammed her; he rammed her over the constant squelches of their joined flesh, shoved her back into place when her body lurched to the side, and thrust harder and deeper whenever she whinnied her looming climax. He rammed her until her insides shuddered and clenched around Suel's length hard enough to trigger his own orgasm.

Then, he sank into her, so deep his balls slapped against her thighs. The mare neighed her climax, muffled to Suel's ears. His own seed threatened to spill, encouraged by the milking motion of her insides and the splashing of equine femcum squirting against his hindquarters. He held it inside until his flared tip burned from the pent-up arousal before breaking loose inside her.

His thick spurts urged her muscles to tighten around him, release, then squeeze him again. Suel let out a drawn out whinny as he tapered off inside the mare. Thick jets he spurted, each stronger than the last. The mare's flanks trembled, absorbing his seed with desperate need. Suel obliged, tightening hard. His clenching muscles pushed every remnant of seed from his balls with long, rhythmic pulses of pure bliss.

When the stream of fertile semen ended, Suel pulled back his flaccid length from her and perked his ears at the wave of combined fluids that followed. It splattered on the ground with a loud splash, and more left the mare's winking cunt in tiny rivulets.

Suel rested his chin atop her rump, breathing hard as he stared into her deep brown eyes. There was a glint within them, a trace of satisfaction upon her twitching muzzle. One female relieved. Two more to go.

Once he recovered, Suel turned into wolvar. He massaged her haunch, whispering praise at how good she did while her flooded cunt winked at him.

Suel chuckled. "One time's not enough?"

The mare shook her great head, her lush mane rippling in the air heavy with the scents of mating.

"Then I'll come back, and give you a taste of my other forms as well. How does that sound?"

A needy whimper broke through her muzzle. Her pussy shivered to push out more of his creamy seed, then winked faster than ever.

"That was cruel of me, aye? To almost give you an orgasm with a mere promise."

She snorted and nodded her head.

"No worries," Suel said as he slapped her rump. "I always keep my promises." He winked at her, and her cunt winked back at him in response.

Suel left her pen with a broad grin on his muzzle, threw her one last glance and dipped his head in approval when she let out a soft whinny. She was smooth as silk, and tight enough to make him cum in less than ten strokes.

Yet his member still bobbed, invigorated by the myriad of scents filling the stables. Suel traced a particularly bitter one back to the she wolf. She had one hind paw aloft, tail pushed to the side while her tongue slid against her meaty swell. She didn't lick it--she suckled on it, shoving her muzzle into the narrow crevice and growling when it failed to sink in.

"You probably tried that before," Suel said. She perked her ears at that and jumped onto her fours, staring and wagging at him. "But you never quite managed to relieve the urge."

She yowled at him, then turned to present her blossoming fruit. Suel gripped his cock to hold it steady, then glanced at her crevice. Wide enough, yet loose enough to fit him? If he knotted her, and she proved to be as tight as the mare...

He flinched back to the present when her tongue brushed against his tip. Suel chuckled, and she whimpered and wagged her tail with renewed vigor as she lapped his coal black shaft. "Don't grow too accustomed to it. May be too big for you, fluffhead." He crouched to match her muzzle and allow her tongue to slide across his face. "Don't want to hurt you. Just scratch that persistent itch. And which cock does better than the barbed one of a cat?"

He shifted into cat, purring his intention to mount her. The wolf darted back, her lips contorted into a faint snarl as her growl melted into a shuddering whimper. Suel lowered himself onto his belly to make himself smaller and ease her distress. She should have met various felines during her travels, druids and nightsabers alike.

If she traveled.

Her narrow eyes and scrunched muzzle spoke otherwise. A stable mount, seldom took outside. No wonder the poor thing swelled to the size of a ripe peach with need. It only made Suel eager to ease her burdening itch even more.

He trudged forward, stopped when she took a step back, then continued when her hackles lowered. Little by little, step by step, the she wolf grew accustomed to his cat form, enough to press her nose against his and flick her tongue across Suel's muzzle. He flared his purr, licked her back and rubbed his neck against her stiff one. She whimpered, raised her tail to signal her discomfort before she rounded him.

Suel rolled onto his back to present the white of his belly.

Along with his erection.

His muzzle contorted with delight as her tongue ran across his stiff length. It slid along his sensitive barbs, wrapped around his tapered tip, and urged him to squirm as the thrill of mating washed over him.

Yet, the wolf had other things in mind. As soon as her tail raised in acceptance of him, whimpers and yips burst through her half parted muzzle. Her front paws wrapped around his shoulders while her muzzle chewed and licked on one of his ears. Suel flicked them, lifted his own paw to press against her back and encourage her to drop on her belly. She merely slid away from him, gave his pads a sniff and a lick, and whirled around him in a storm of fur and yelps.

Suel throbbed too hard, and his body was too stiff to join her games. He approached her with his head lowered, only to have her straddle and wrestle him into submission. Once on his back, Suel kicked his paws at her fluffy belly while trying to evade her lashing jaws. She caught his neck, he wrapped his paws around her flanks and shoved her on her side.

A yelp burst from her throat at the sudden maneuver. Suel pressed the advantage by leaping upon her hindquarters and tucking his nose into her folds. Her paws and tail shivered during the fleeting licks he gave her before she vanished from underneath him. Dazed with her pungent fragrance, Suel licked his muzzle, his cock too hard and demanding to crouch against her tackle.

Her lunge sent them skidding to the other end of the pen. Suel growled in pain, and she yipped her victory before dipping her muzzle for another lick across Suel's stiffness. His cock lurched under her ministrations, and shot a spurt of pre that caught her between the eyes. She brought her paw up to wipe it, during which Suel gathered his paws underneath him and pounced her.

She squirmed and whined under him, too soft and too low. Her hackles stood low, her tail parted to reveal her swell, and she licked her muzzle far too often.

She was ready.

Suel pressed his chest against her squirming back, brought his rump above her before trying a few tantalizing thrusts. His purr flared a pitch higher from the enticing scent whirling around him. She smelled divine, had a tart, savory taste compared to the mare, and still wriggled beneath him in an effort to escape his clutch.

Her twitching limbs only added to Suel's lust. With each poke of his rock hard member against cold air, his barbs tightened, to the point where even the penetration made Suel snarl from the ripples of pleasure rushing through his frame. His paws shook, his pads slid against the slick floor an inch before his claws protracted to hold him in place. The she wolf's howl shuddered when Suel plunged into her a few more times, then dispersed into a sporadic whimper.

Suel caught her nape to keep her from slithering away. Each poke through those tight, silken lips and into her wet depths made her shiver. Her hackles ruffled, her haunches quivered, her whine burst to life. Suel didn't care. Protest as she might, the only truth rested within her shivering cunt that eagerly parted for his cock.

She wanted him, begged for his barbs to scrape her smooth, well lubricated insides. Suel knew it from her faint shudders. He had her pleading whimper confirm her desire to be mated. By what species, it didn't matter, as long as she convulsed with the strain to prevent her climax.

Suel snarled, a thin growl rippling in his throat as he picked his thrusts.

The she wolf faltered. Her body turned limp, and her head sagged as a stifled yowl burst through her clenched jaws. She came so hard, Suel had no choice but to bury his full length inside her and cry out his own release. Faint ripples raced along her nether depths, dispersing through Suel's spent length and urging several more spurts of his creamy seed to spurt forth. Her soft massage kept at it, making his cock clench even harder. Suel yowled at the intensity of his orgasm. His barbed penis shivered inside her, raking her walls with delightful spasms of pure pleasure. The she-wolf clenched and whimpered, not stopping even when Suel's cock shrunk enough to pop out of her with a thin squelch. If only she massaged his knot instead...

Suel gave her a few affectionate licks across her brow before dismounting her. She rolled around in delight, eyes half closed and unfocused. She didn't even notice Suel when he padded towards the pen, or when he stood upright as a wolvar.

"That's one potent orgasm," Suel observed as he watched her for a moment. She still whimpered with an orgasmic pitch, her pussy twitching to push out trickles of seed mixed with translucent climax.

A grin formed on Suel's muzzle. Although not her first mating, it would sure be her most memorable. Her drawn-out whimper still filled his ears when he reached the Striped Dawnsaber, the last female in heat in the Stables. She regarded him with the same reluctant gaze, from the same curled position as before.

"What's your story?" Suel whispered, more to himself. Her tail tuft twitched, yet the base of her tail refused to budge, despite being drenched with her fluids. "There are several Sabers in this stable. Had none gave you as much as a lick?"

The same stare.

"Either you don't let them," he said as his paws clutched the gate. "Or your master keeps them at bay."

Her growl rumbled when Suel pushed the gate open, harsh like a brewing storm. He stepped in, and drew back just in time to avoid her paw swipe. For a cat her size, she sure moved fast. Suel staggered for purchase, eyes wide at the snarling Dawnsaber.

"Stay calm," he whispered as he channeled the spell meant to soothe beasts. "Your qualm is not with me, but with your master."

She blinked, shook her head, and took a few steps back from the gate. "I know of your frustration, of your pent-up anger at sitting in a pen, unable to release it." He spread his arms and gave her his best smile. "That's what I'm here for. To help with all that."

She licked her impressive fangs and settled into the same ball of depression. Suel's cock skipped a throb when her piercing eyes bore into his.

"Heat is bothersome, yes," he continued rambling while pushing the gate open with slow, elaborate moves. "Clouds the mind, sharpens your senses, stirs your blood. Even the first day is difficult, let alone the rest."

A drawn-out sigh escaped her, and her gaze drooped.

"But it's also an opportunity." Suel shuffled towards her haunches, one step at a time. Her ears twitched, and her toes flexed as claws protracted from them. "A chance to find a mate, to let him inside you."

She hissed and drew her hindquarters closer to her massive head.

"It's the only way to abolish the itch," Suel explained. "The only way to get that much needed release."

Her tail shifted an inch to reveal the mess her rump was. Her fur turned into clumps that tapered outwards, forming soft, miniature spikes. Her slit throbbed, a raw red from the days and the weeks she oozed her arousal without no male to claim her.

And it smelled. A raw fragrance, so strong and delightful that Suel's cock sprang from its potency. She half growled, half whimpered before swinging her tail back across her rump. As much as he wanted to slink his paw through the narrow gap between her tail and rump, Suel first went to her head.

She hissed, spat, and snarled. Suel pressed on, until her defiance became a mellow purr. "You're the pariah in this stable, eh?"

Her fleeting glance spoke volumes.

Suel's muzzle clenched at her predicament. He thrust a paw into the lush fur of her neck, rubbing her with broad strokes before settling next to her to lean on her shoulder. "Not anymore. I'll defeat him tomorrow, fuck him, take his mounts as my reward. And you will..." he gulped his words when her nostrils blew warm gusts across his erect member. A rumbling purr burst in her throat, and one of her paws shifted and landed upon his lap.

"Wait don't nghhh," Suel grunted as her massive pads squeezed his cock. A throb later, it slipped between her toes, pulsating in the warm embrace. Suel pushed her away, only to have her head replace it.

"Heh, you're big. And heavy. Bigger than you look from--"

He moaned as the tip of her tongue flicked across his member. It was smooth, and wet, and hot enough to make him harden until his knot bulged in his sheath. He rolled away from her at that, much to her growl of displeasure. She tried to shift onto her fours, but Suel's wolvar form was more nimble than a stiff Nightsaber such as her. Before her hindquarters managed to rise, his paw slinked under the tail to press two fingertips against her slit.

She moaned, so loud Suel shuddered as much as her lips did. They throbbed under his touch, pushing out glob after glob of slimy arousal. Her scent overwhelmed Suel's senses and made his member bob from the countless throbs racking him.

The nightsaber used the distraction to lift herself onto her fours, her body swaying with the grace of her kind. Suel clutched her rump hard enough to keep her still, draped her tail across a shoulder, and shuffled towards her slit with shuddering steps.

She buckled her hindquarters and squirmed in his grip.

Suel staggered in unison with her, trying to align his loins with her spinning hindquarters. If only she kept still for just one moment! He found her slit again andslid a finger inside her tight depths. The Dawnsaber froze, too focused on growling from the pleasure rippling through her muscles to make another move.

That was Suel's only chance. He whirled around her hindquarters, grabbed hold of a haunch with one paw and directed his cock into her with the other.

He moaned, yet her roar drowned it. Her paws and tail trembled with elation, and Suel clenched his jaws and gave more to her than she expected. Her slit parted before him, tight on the outside and even tighter inside. Her muscles groped at his length harder than any female, so hard Suel already drew hissing breaths to refrain from spilling his seed.

Her climax made that difficult. She drew her head back to unleash a feeble roar as her limbs bent with the strain of release. Shudders rippled through her frame, and her nether depths clenched around Suel with repeated strokes, pulling him in. She pulled until his knot slid out of his sheath to plunge into her slick, shivering tunnel.

For Suel, her caress proved too much. The tension around his knot grew unbearable, forcing his seed to rush out in one hard burst, several short ones, followed by thin strings that filled her faster than Suel anticipated. His excess seed slid through the sides of her crevice, spilling on Suel's balls and coating them ivory white.

Her rich purr filled Suel's ears. His curt throbs urged her to squeeze tight enough around him to milk out his remaining seed. Only, he'd last longer than she anticipated. At first, she turned her head towards him, eyes half closed in delight as she licked her muzzle. Then, she started moving her tail, wriggled her hindquarters to dislodge him.

Still lost in the thrill of pleasure, Suel wobbled with her movements, groaning and growling whenever she tightened hard enough around his knot to urge him to cum some more.

"It won't--it won't come out," Suel stuttered through his panting breaths. "You're too tight. Just wait it out."

She squirmed even more at that. Suel thrust a paw forward, intent on casting a hibernating spell on her, when her body froze. Thin whimpers came from her maw, joined by the scraping of claws against the hard stone beneath. She clenched around him, tighter and faster with each stroke.

She was climaxing. Again!

Suel chuckled, too spent to laugh, when his neck muscles twitched from a sharp sting. His paw swatted the culprit aside--something hard, yet small that made a thin, wooden sound when it fell. A dart.

He whirled his head towards his assailant just as his vision turned bleary. Tall. On two legs. With fur and something in his paw, thin and long. A blow gun.

Suel crashed upon the Nightsaber's back, still cumming inside her. His teeth clenched against the ripples traversing her tight insides. He heard her roar, and gushed out several more spurts before fatigue claimed him.