{"sf1_id":949740,"sf2_id":"pnGY4zXe","title":"Wolfy 1","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":4961,"posted_at":"2015-12-30T23:48:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Degradation","Dominance","F/M","Feral","Humiliation","M/M","Submission","Watersports","Wolf","pack"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/949740-wolfy-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGY4zXe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2d/10/2d1037e9-5b83-4e9a-a6e4-6f0286959ecd","description":"#7 of FurryShots\n\nHmm, feral watersports; you're warned. When a feral wolf loses his pack, he has to start over with a new one... on the bottom.","content":"\u0026nbsp;Wolfy 2014-0218.1322  \nText and characters (c) 2014 Kevin Foxboy. All rights reserved.\n\nAdult, Feral, Wolf, Pack, Dominance, Submission, Degradation, Humiliation,   \nWatersports, F/M, M/M\n\nJacob Wolf woke and stretched in his hastily-dug partial den. The day hadn't   \nbegun yet, but Jacob didn't have the luxury of enjoying the breaking dawn.\n\nNot any more. He missed his pack, the familiar scent of his mother. Even the   \nprey odor of the second-paw rabbit den the family took over. Its inhabitant   \nhad been delicious.\n\nJacob had been loping along with his pack, the winter almost over but snow   \nstill thick in places. The yearling wolf was just starting to hunt small game   \nhimself, technically just now an adult wolf.\n\nMom had been a dozen paces ahead, his sister between them to the left. Dad   \nwas up ahead, one of maybe eight gammas. There had been so much game last   \nsummer that even a pair of gammas had been allowed to mate. Mom and Dad   \ntook full advantage of the privilege.\n\nThe other gammas were pupless. If the deer were still plentiful, another pair   \nwould mate this year. It was a great pack to be in, and Jacob felt great pride   \nthat he could start to help make them even better. The four betas were mated,   \nand the females showing pups. They were in rear-guard positions, to protect   \nthe pack's future.\n\nJacob was at the age when he'd have to prove himself. He wasn't a cub anymore.   \nMom and Dad would no longer protect Jacob from the other gammas, and he'd had   \nto defend his own kills even from the omegas.\n\nJacob had gotten himself in trouble as he'd been running over snow-covered   \ndead branches. He'd misjudged a step, and his left hind paw had broken through   \na hollow part. He hadn't broken it, but he'd stumbled, and dragged the paw   \nagainst something sharp.\n\nHis pained yip sounded loud in the quiet, at least to him. But the pack scented   \nprey, and took up the howl, loud enough to drown out the single young adult.   \nEven his sister, closest to him, had been distracted as the pack broke out in   \na run.\n\nJacob had tried to follow, and made his wound worse. His ankle bent to the   \nright, and he yipped again. He struggled to lean even a quarter of his weight   \non it, and failed. He couldn't keep up with running wolves on three legs.\n\nThat had been three days ago. Now on his own Jacob was scared. He'd hunted   \nalone before, but this was the first time he couldn't run back to the safety   \nof the pack. They'd been following game trails for weeks, denning together   \nwhen they could, scooping snow instead of returning where his birth den had   \nbeen.\n\nNow all Jacob did was return to the place of his injury, because the branches   \nprovided cover. It was still cold at night with the wild blowing, and Jacob   \nwas old enough to know he needed shelter before water and food. The snowmelt   \ntasted good, and there was still game if he took enough time to hunt.\n\nHis left hind ankle had healed, just a sprain. He could run, but it still hurt   \na bit when he turned on it. It was easier to turn right, with the hurt paw in   \nthe air. Jacob knew staying put would mean the cougars would find him, and   \nthat meant his death.\n\nThe cold dawn broke, and Jacob was careful to stretch, put little weight on   \nhis paw, let it settle. Soon he was able to walk normally, but he knew running   \nwould hurt. He could get up to a trot without much trouble, and proceded to   \ndo so.\n\nHe knew he was following his pack, but three days behind and losing. He was   \nstartled to hear a faint questing howl, because he didn't think Mom or Dad   \nwould circle back. Sis maybe, but gammas didn't leave their pack on a whim.   \nSometimes wolves didn't catch up, and they'd wait their turn. If there was   \nenough food in a few years.\n\nThe questing howl sounded again. Jacob paused, his dark ears twisting. If   \nit was a rival pack on their own hunt, they'd be as much a danger as the   \nsolitary cougars. The howl was taken up by several feral throats.\n\nJacob panicked. He was surrounded! Hungry wolves, pack strong. Trotting for   \ndays, only running after game. He shivered. Alone, weakened, Jacob was prey.\n\n~\n\nHe ran, blindly away from the first and second howls, ignoring his left ankle.   \nAs long as it hurt, Jacob was alive. He forgot about the rabbit tracks he'd   \nbeen following, forgot the direction his pack had disappeared. He knew instinc-  \ntively he needed \\*a\\* pack, the safety of numbers, but he wasn't sure about   \n\\*this\\* pack.\n\nTwo black shapes appeared suddenly. Damn, they'd flushed him like prey! He   \nknew the method, hell he'd begun to use it himself. These wolves weren't his   \nkillers, they were the shock troops, and he'd almost skittered away from the   \nsurprise of their appearance.\n\nJacob slowed, and planted his left hind paw. He aimed a little left, not a   \nreal turn, and the ankle held. He aimed right at one of the shapes, knowing   \nthe strange wolf wouldn't take his impact, so his speed would take him past   \nthat one, and he'd have to push himself to evade the other.\n\nHe saw the wolf leap aside, and tore through the empty space. That wolf lifted   \ntail to balance, so Jacob saw her wolfess evidence. He was old enough to know   \nabout females, and become interested despite her being out of season, and his   \ntesticles shrunken as well. It was past breeding time.\n\nHis testicles were certainly big enough for a young male. He licked himself   \nclean often enough to avoid giving prey a scent, and his sister was old enough   \nnow to take an interest in his size. Jacob lifted his tail as he ran by, to   \ntry to distract her.\n\nThe other wolf was a female too. She was timid enough to fail to sprint at   \nJacob to cut off his retreat, but he knew it was a hollow victory. He had to   \nescape the next wolves. And the next, and... the whole pack. How many strong   \nwere they?\n\nHe never got past the next test. A bigger dog streaked by, knocking Jacob down   \nand tumbling free. It was enough of a delay for more wolves to arrive. Outnum-  \nbered, outpowered, Jacob knew he'd lost. He did the only thing he could.\n\nJacob squatted, and raised up on his hind legs. He peed forcefully, sending   \nhis yellow stream out in defiance. Drawing a line in the white snow drift.   \nHis hind legs gathered under him, ready to spring to meet his death in another   \nwolf's jaws. He would not go quietly into the night.\n\nThe wolf who came trotting up would be a beta or gamma, depending on how well   \nhe'd acquitted himself. He was in deep trouble, perhaps his death, but showing   \nfear would make it worse. Seeming fearless, they'd just kill him. Show fear,   \nthey'd make sure they took awhile.\n\nSeveral wolves surrounded Jacob. He stood up, fluffed his fur to look as big   \nas possible, and growled. He wasn't giving in. The rules for wolf fights meant   \nthey were supposed to send one against him; it would be insulting to just jump   \nhim, since everyfur knew he couldn't fight several at once, let alone the whole   \npack.\n\nIf they fought by the same rules. Jacob was alone against a strange pack. One   \nwolf could only die with honor. And if they allowed it, several might worry   \nhim, but only one would attack. It would be a beta, and the alpha and his mate   \nwould sit aside and watch. They might even let him bite the beta's throat   \nbefore starting the next attack.\n\nWolf packs have a social hierarchy, based on physical strength and agility.   \nThe alpha has his position while he can fight off all challengers. His mate   \ngets pup privileges through him. The fights for dominance don't usually end   \nin killing; one wolf surrenders and rolls over, letting the other bite his/her   \nthroat.\n\nThe victor is supposed to control the kill urge. After all, the loser doesn't   \nget thrown out, just down in status. There's a pack for a reason, and as long   \nas the loser accepts the new status, the whole pack heals and gets stronger.\n\nAll Jacob had to do was acquit himself well. If they hated him, they could've   \nkilled him already. Heck, even two wolfesses would be difficult to defend   \nagainst. It was actually a test of his strength and courage.\n\nThe beta, or maybe gamma, in front of Jacob fluffed, and Jacob saw the bigger   \nmale show himself. It was a challenge, a mild insult, you get to look at a   \nbigger male because he's confident he'll win. Jacob had already shown his   \nassets, and that too was a test. If he was male enough he'd be an asset to   \nthe pack.\n\nJacob didn't hesitate. As soon as the other male lifted his forepaws, Jacob   \ndid the same. The two males stood balancing on their hind legs, their maleness   \nhanging in their scrotums, their penises limp in their sheaths. Taking them   \nout and measuring, so to speak. Each male slid his baculum down and let the   \npink flesh poke out.\n\nJacob was furrier, his rival blacker. He knew enough not to get distracted   \nby the scent wafting over the field of honor. The bigger male had the bigger   \norgan and the whole pack got to see. Jacob's injured left hindpaw made him   \ndrop first, and the pack yipped at the first defeat.\n\nNone of the other wolves attacked, and Jacob nodded at the honor given. His   \nrival growled, and Jacob matched. He was just adult, and everyfur knew their   \nchoice was in his prime. He waited for Jacob to make a move.\n\nJacob chose to challenge. Why he didn't just whimper and submit, he didn't   \nknow. He needed to prove himself, and if he was still back with his own pack   \nhe'd still have to accept challenges. He figured it didn't matter who killed   \nhim.\n\nJacob squatted again, spread his hindpaws, and released his bowels. He was   \nmarking the place as his, and he'd defend it. The show seemed to amuse the   \npack. A really big black wolf padded up, and everyfur gave him room. This   \nwas obviously the Alpha, getting himself a good position to watch.\n\nLetting his gamma fight. Jacob wasn't worth a beta, certainly not the Alpha.   \nJacob stepped away from his pile, resisting the urge to turn and sniff.\n\n~\n\nWhen the gamma stood still, Jacob paced, showing his right side, then turned   \nand showed his left. He wasn't limping, and he was showing his body to the   \npack. If they'd been anthro, it'd be an audition. The pack was sitting down   \nto watch the gladiators, not ripping apart wolf prey. Perhaps they just wanted   \nto relax and watch the entertainment.\n\nThe gamma paced. He was showing off too, and I suppose somefur was taking   \nbets. Oops, anthro thinking again. Ferals didn't think it through like that.   \nJacob knew the longer he delayed the more confident the other wolf would get,   \nso he began taking a step toward his opponent.\n\nThe gamma lunged. His powerful hindpaws propelled him forward, eating up the   \ndistance. Jacob shifted right, deflecting the blow which took them both down   \nin a big furry heap. Jacob's left hindpaw was still a little weak, and he was   \nthe one rolled.\n\nHe managed to avoid the first snap of the gamma's jaws by sheer momentum. As   \nthe bigger male rolled over him Jacob tried to rake his flank with a forepaw.   \nA quick whine meant he'd gotten some contact, but the bigger male wouldn't   \ngive him any benefit of doubt again.\n\nThe two wolves faced each other and this time Jacob tried to leap. The other   \nwolf parried and almost got a bite of Jacob's ruff before he had to body check   \nthe smaller wolf. Rump to muzzle the two wolves pushed and spun, the gamma   \ngiving ground when Jacob bit, but slowly pushing the smaller male back toward   \nhis pile.\n\nJacob wasn't paying attention. He had some strength of youth, but the bigger   \ngamme had experience and weight. He repeatedly nipped at Jacob's thigh and   \ncalf, while pushing Jacob's muzzle. Jacob was getting angry enough that his   \nadrenaline increased his strength.\n\nHow the gamma knew to shift his own weight and paw at Jacob was a mystery. It   \nwasn't a blunt-claw attack on Jacob's eyes. The smaller male wasn't insulted   \nthat he was losing the fight to a bigger male, just that the other seemed to   \nbe holding back. He pushed Jacob's muzzle, clawing at the whiskers and taking   \nJacob's attention.\n\nFinally Jacob got a brief chance and took it. He lunged forward and caught   \nthe gamma's muzzle a toe width back from his vulnerable black nose. The pain   \nwas more a surprise for the gamma, who merely kicked Jacob's left hindpaw   \nfrom under him.\n\nJacob lost his grip to howl in pain. Just as he'd put weight on that paw, his   \nenemy kicked his knee, and the paw. Jacob crashed to the cold frozen ground,   \nalready trying to bite again in counter. The bigger wolf used his own weight   \nagainst Jacob, and then basically sat on him.\n\nJacob flailed around, trying to gouge the gamma. His hind paws kicked against   \nwolf weight, his front scrabbled against the victor's chest. But the gamma was   \nlying on top of Jacob now, far too close for any leverage. Jacob panted heavily   \nas he struggled.\n\nAll the gamma had to do now was wait. His own panting slowed down, as he was   \non top of the smaller Jacob, slowly pressing his ribs down making Jacob gasp   \nfor breath. It didn't break anything, because then Jacob couldn't hunt for   \nthe pack.\n\nSlowly Jacob's peripheral vision darkened. He was still struggling, but get-  \nting feebler, and when the gamma had enough of that game he just ducked down   \nand engulfed Jacob's muzzle. Sharp canines poked sensitive flesh, and Jacob   \nhad to accept defeat.\n\nWith a whimper, Jacob put his head down. He rolled his throat clear, and   \noffered his life. The gamma was still excited from the battle and might have   \nignored his Alpha, but the victor's mate brushed her tail over the defeated   \nwolf.\n\nShe stood over Jacob, her mate's teeth on Jacob's throat. The meaning was   \nclear, and Jacob whimpered, admitting his defeat. The wolfess walked around   \nthe recumbent wolf and sniffed a bit at his hind end. Jacob knew not to kick,   \nnot with teeth in his neck.\n\nThe wolfess lifted a forepaw and pushed Jacob over on his back. With his wolf   \nhind legs folded, his maleness was exposed, and he whimperd again. The gamma   \nmoved aside as the Alpha's mate padded over. The gamma wolfess took a gentle   \nbite of Jacob's left hind leg.\n\nWith the victorious male at his throat and the female at his leg, Jacob was   \nheld open for the Alpha's wolfess. She sniffed him as he whimpered in defeat.   \nHer cold wet nose touched his scrotum, and Jacob whimpered pitifully. He knew   \nhis maleness was in danger, and he could only protect himself with submission.\n\nHer tongue was a relief. No teeth at his balls, the frightened male let her   \nexplore. Another gamma male padded up, licked Jacob's muzzle, and was amused   \nat the lack of struggle. They knew Jacob was surrendering, not giving up, and   \nthey'd guard him.\n\nThe victorious gamma released Jacob's throat but stood over him. Jacob wasn't   \nallowed to lick his wounds yet. The Alpha male padded over and stepped on   \nJacob, putting just enough of his royal weight to teach Jacob his new place.\n\nThe other wolves got off Jacob, but stayed a body length away. Jacob whimpered   \nbecause he knew what was next. The Alpha male stood over his prone captive,   \nand lifted his dark muzzle in a victory howl that was joined by the entire   \npack.\n\n~2014-0307.1740\n\nThen the Alpha took what was his by right. As the wolf stood, Jacob looked   \nalong his underside to see the male's sheath twitch as the baculum slid down   \ninto his penis. Once free of the Alpha's sheath, it stared at Jacob briefly   \nbefore the male released his piss, all over Jacob's lighter fur, soiling the   \ndefeated male and marking him as the bigger male's possession.\n\nWhen he was done, he jumped off Jacob and trotted off. A cold muzzle rubbed   \nthe male's inner right thigh, and the low growl reminded him to relax his   \nlegs, opening himself completely to his captors. It was the gamma wolfess   \nwho licked Jacob's thighs, easing him into his new life.\n\nShe lapped down his thighs, spreading the Alpha's degrading gift before moving   \nto his sheath. She forced Jacob to release his baculum, and used only her lips   \nto pull the wolf's penis from his sheath. It was humiliating to be exposed to   \nthe entire pack.\n\nWhich was the point. The defeated wolf had lost all status and was now merely   \nan omega in the new pack. Jacob whimpered, but it wasn't in objection to the   \ntreatment. The alpha wolfess padded over, and the gamma retreated. The new   \ndominant squatted over Jacob, and marked him thoroughly. He had to close his   \nmouth and turn his muzzle.\n\nOnce the wolfess was done, Jacob knew his ordeal was just beginning. A beta   \nmale pissed on him, followed by his mate. The cold snow was making Jacob   \nshiver, and the only heat he had was the warm urine spraying on his chest   \nand tummy fur.\n\nIt was already dripping through to his underfur, thoroughly soaking it and   \nrunning down his skin. The second beta, then his mate took their turn. The   \nthird pair confused him although the pack was used to it.\n\nThe third beta pair were both males, both with light grey fur, and they took   \nJacob together. Jacob was too beaten down to take advantage of the pair of   \nwolf testicles hanging over his muzzle as the males emptied their bladders   \non him.\n\nThe smaller one at Jacob's hind end rubbed a forepaw over Jacob's scrotum,   \nrather gently feeling the contents and moving them in a perversely pleasant   \nmanner. His larger mate was facing him over Jacob, and their muzzles touched.   \nThey actually kissed each other, while finishing their group humiliation of   \nthe new pack member.\n\nThey left Jacob to go somewhere to groom each other. He hadn't met gay wolves   \nbefore. What that one had done to Jacob's organs had felt much better than the   \nrough nose-poking some had forced on him.\n\nThe degrading treatment wasn't a complete shock to the young adult wolf. In   \nhis old pack the omegas were punished, and even gammas weren't immune to being   \nrolled and marked. That pack's Alpha had probably been pissed on several times   \nwhen he lost challenges, and Jacob himself had joined in humiliating the last   \nwolf who'd challenged Alpha.\n\nHis own humiliation wasn't over. After the Alpha and his mate emptied their   \nbladders, they'd padded down and dug with their hindpaws, scooping cold snow   \nonto Jacob's exposed underside. The betas had taken some kind of delight in   \nsoaking him in their piss, then tossing snow on his helpless balls.\n\nThe social meaning was clear. Jacob was just a thing to piss on, then bury   \nin snow, and metaphorically dirt. He was so far below the Alphas and betas   \nhe wasn't even really a fellow wolf. The good news was they used snow and   \nearth, never actual wolf dirt.\n\nAfter the Alphas, betas and even gammas had thoroughly soaked Jacob's fur,   \nhe lay degraded and humiliated in a puddle of yellowed melting snow. It was   \nwhen the last omegas had finished marking and burying him that Jacob's   \nwhimpers and crying took full voice.\n\nNofur was left to hear his total self-disgust or sorrow. It was cold under   \nthe dug-up snow, and Jacob was shivering, sniffling, crying. The urine stench   \nflooded his sensitive lupine nostrils, and slowly faded to background.\n\nA young male wolf padded up. Jacob had been curled up for warmth, but spread   \nhimself before the male in total submissive surrender. He offered his tummy   \nto the piss, hoping to amuse. The male omega smiled and shook his head, then   \npadded near Jacob's head with a warning growl.\n\nJacob let the younger wolf stroke his paw over Jacob's muzzle. The male was   \nfull but wanted to degrade Jacob completely, make him know that a mere omega   \nwas above him. The male walked up to Jacob and stood on his chest. His sheath   \nwas directly in Jacob's view, but it was soft, and his small testicles were   \nout of biting range.\n\nThe male thrust his groin at Jacob. He was too young to have male scent, but   \nhe rubbed his sheath on Jacob's nose until his little penis began to show.   \nIt was one thing to be pissed on by adults, but this... \\*pup\\* was another.\n\nWhen Jacob tried to growl his refusal the youth looked up and Jacob saw the   \nAlpha standing a few bodylengths away. This was obviously the Alpha's pup,   \nand his parents showed preferences. Jacob was reluctant, and whimpered. But   \nthat opened his muzzle, and the youth rubbed his sheath on Jacob again.\n\nThe defeated wolf felt hopeless. He nodded and opened as the young male slid   \nout of his sheath into Jacob. The stream was weak and he had no trouble swal-  \nlowing the pale fluid. Jacob was very careful to keep his teeth from meeting   \nas he swallowed.\n\nThe pup was satisfied with his captive's helplessness. Jacob had been beaten   \nin a fight, degraded until he accepted an adolescent marking him. A wolfess   \nhad given voice to something he wanted to try. The Alpha sauntered over to   \nhis captive and nodded to his flank.\n\nJacob got the message. He whimpered his reluctance, even when the bigger male   \npounced and slapped him. Jacob got up on all fours before another blow knocked   \nhim onto his injured ankle, which collapsed. He had barely a second to recall   \nthat he'd fought and lost to one of this pack's gammas.\n\nIt was another humiliation that he wasn't worth the betas' time. Jacob was   \nafraid of the Alpha and didn't fight the next slap on his muzzle or the   \ngesture for his next degrading humiliation.\n\nJacob reluctantly lay down in a fresh snowdrift and let the Alpha straddle   \nhis aching muzzle. Despite having marked Jacob the Alpha pissed strongly down   \nhis submissive's throat. It tasted vaguely of venison, and the Alpha laughed   \nat Jacob's stomach rumbling.\n\n~\n\nNow that Jacob was the entire pack's communal urinal, his place had been   \nestablished and he was forced to accept it. The wolf pack hadn't hunted   \nJacob like prey, hadn't just killed him for trespassing on their territory.   \nPerhaps because the pack was on the move, and their prey was elsewhere.\n\nThey could easily have used him far worse. On his back from fear of the Alpha,   \nJacob had been symbolically defecated upon and buried. He'd proven his lack   \nof skill in battle, forced to roll and submit, marked and forced to drink.\n\nBut wolves aren't vindictive. They simply kill and feed, or allow a wolf to   \nlive. He was taken into their pack, but below even the omegas. Even the pups   \nhad rights over Jacob, in the next kill. Soon he would have to prove himself   \nagain, in the hunt.\n\nJacob had hunted alone, and he knew where to bite, but he had only been with   \nhis parents on hunts. Now he'd have to learn his place again, how to help the   \nnew pack hunt. The advantage of a pack was clear: even with smaller prey it's   \nhelpful to have a few wolves flush the prey, worry it so it can't think, just   \nrun blindly in panic, and aim it into the jaws of its killers.\n\nHeck, any prey can run in a broken line and evade a single wolf, or two. But   \nnot the pack. Humans say there is no 'I' in 'team', and wolves illustrate it.   \nSoon enough Jacob was pushed into place and shown his place in the hunt, at   \nfirst the flusher, then a worrier. Several wolves took turns, to learn each   \nskill.\n\nAnd soon Jacob's skill from his old pack helped the pups. The wolves allowed   \nJacob to teach, as long as he stayed omega. There's no room for ego when your   \nvery life depends on pack skill, and although the Alphas might hunt alone,   \nand even the betas loped off for a week or so, it was rare for the gammas to   \ngo alone.\n\nThe gay pair, however, wanted to teach Jacob some other skills. The defeated   \ndog had allowed them to mark him, and stayed down as they kissed. Soon enough   \nit was Jacob's turn to accept, kissing one gamma while the other stood guard.   \nEven ferals knew it meant Jacob was to stay in line.\n\nAnd he did. Even for the adult omegas and their pups. As the pups grew, so   \ndid Jacob, and they became used to using him, as he became used to being   \nused. At first they had to double- or triple-team him to knock him down   \nand bite, but soon Jacob would respond to a certain pitch of growl.\n\nEven just before dawn, when the urine was thick and pungent. Throughout the   \nday the wolves would provide more watery drink for Jacob, and as he contin-  \nued to submit, albeit reluctantly, it all became very habitual.\n\nIt was one warm night in the first summer with the new pack that Jacob took   \ninitiative with his pack. It wasn't the only one around, and some wolves   \nwould have to stay awake as guards. It was lonely, and the pack would suffer   \nif a guard had to disappear to pee.\n\nJacob awoke for no apparent reason and looked up the hill at the rock where   \na guard wolf stood. Maybe the venison the night before had been a little   \nsalty, or he'd been distracted from drinking at the stream. Jacob got up   \nand padded quietly toward the rock.\n\nHalfway up he paused and chuffed. Just enough to let the guard know a wolf   \nwas there, so the guard wouldn't be startled. He heard the answering chuff   \nand padded meekly uphill.\n\nHe saw the Second Beta waiting. Jacob didn't want the higher wolf angry, so   \nhe whimpered softly and fell to his belly. He was well aware of this male's   \nbite, and crawled toward him ready to roll.\n\nJacob knew the male's duty and didn't distract him. Jacob curled to lick his   \nown sheath, then pushed his muzzle into the air and made swallowing noises.   \nThe guard knew perfectly well what Jacob was offering, and chuffed.\n\nAs Jacob approached, he rolled in submission. The guard took a quick look   \naround and nibbled the submissive wolf's muzzle. Jacob opened his lips and   \nkept his teeth well-closed as he stroked the bigger wolf. Then he moved   \naside and showed the wolf his throat.\n\nAs the guard had more important things to do for the pack's welfare he   \ncrouched over Jacob's muzzle, with his scrotum hanging over the urinal's   \nneck and tail over Jacob's body. Jacob lifted his muzzle and carefully   \nlicked the male's belly.\n\nThe beta took a step away and his sheath slid over Jacob's willing nose.   \nHis dominant baculum slid down to extrude his penis, and he emptied his   \nbladder down Jacob's waiting throat. The submissive wolf simply drank   \nuntil the beta rubbed his cockhead on the fur and stepped away, relaxing   \nhis baculum and resheathing himself.\n\nHe went back to his rock and turned his head to look back at Jacob. The   \ndarker wolf still lay on his back, exposing his own maleness to attack.   \nThe guard chuffed to dismiss the omega, who rolled back slowly to stay   \nsubmissive, crawled away a respectful distance, then quietly padded down-  \nhill to the next guard post.\n\nJacob's thirst was well-satisfied that morning, and he soon made it a habit.\n\n~\n\nThe scent of the dominant beta wolf was heavy around the weakened omega. His   \nleft hindpaw had healed well, and he was allowed to run with the pack as long   \nas he didn't try to escape. Soon enough the gay gammas knew their toy had   \naccepted his new place, and they wanted to teach the young dog some tricks.\n\nSometimes they took their turns in his muzzle, and sometimes licked him. They   \nasserted their dominance of the omega, and he no longer needed the threats   \nfrom the pack Alpha to force Jacob to roll and submit. He soon found the gay   \nuse for his muzzle more fun.\n\nThis wasn't the only wolf pack with gay members; just that young Jacob hadn't   \nrealised it. For some reason the gays were less rough with Jacob. Oh sure   \nthey'd bite him and knock him down, but by now they could make him submit   \nwithout needing to break his skin and draw blood.\n\nJacob learned to submit to the licking. He was getting used to being the pack   \nurinal, and they used him to hide the scent of their marking. Only the Alphas   \nhad the right to mark territory, and the wolves didn't want prey to know their   \nnumbers.\n\nOf course being peed into meant Jacob got full much more often, and they let   \nhim up on his paws under guard. The guard wolves took Jacob several hundred   \nyards behind the pack, and humiliated him by taking turns using his muzzle   \nagain. Then Jacob was allowed to empty himself and cover his marks.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FurryShots","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/635227-make-love-the-werefox-way.json"}}