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Despite Wulf’s forthright expectations on that night, Dawn was surprised to find the coming days rather uneventful. She had her second egg with as little trouble as the last, feeling rather accustomed to the process so close between her previous lay. Each night she remained close to her clutch, encircling them with her warmth, and in turn found herself huddled up close to one of the younger males. These days, it seemed she towed a fine line, still rather unacquainted to the situation, as it had yet been merely a week. The thoughts of what was to come hung over her head, and being so constantly in their presence, she couldn’t quite figure out when or where to go about things next.

The day after her lay, she could feel a tinge of exhaustion lingering, well enough that she elected to remain in bed as she was brought breakfast. Nothing was ever said, and so she remained quiet. In a way, she knew she could feel the intimidation, even if she had no reason to fear. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. Yet she longed to penetrate the uneasiness. The awkward air that made the whole situation feel like a business partnership at best. Even as she lay with her head on her paws, her eyes darting around the cave as she watched the boys list about, come and go, return to her side and the like, she practically shook with the need to clear the air. To endear herself to them. And with Fang finally trodding her way, she found the perfect opportunity, the elder dog grumbling as he sat down close beside her.

“Well it’s about time ya came my way~” She piped up, seizing the moment rather abruptly by nuzzling up against the rather perplexed canine, her neck craning up his side until her head rested beside his shoulder.

“‘Bout time is right.” he mumbled, dismissively looking away; playing it cool, as it were.

“Somethin’ got ya nervous?” she asked, half-purring and half-growling; a sort of high pitched and content trill that emanated from her throat, an oddly soothing but gentle sort of gesture.

Even the seasoned and old dog felt his hairs stand up when she did that.

“Not nervous.” he grumbled after a long pause.

“Wantin’ your turn?” she didn’t skip a beat, and the way she asked it so casually; so flirtatiously.

He couldn’t help but smile. “For sure, dollface.”

“Well I’d give you that right now, Fang, but I’m a little sore, I’m afraid…” she lamented, pulling back a little, although the tone in her voice didn’t sound too sorrowful. More matter-of-fact than anything.

“I know, lass.” he swiveled his head back her way, eyes looking down at hers. “I’m just here to do my part, since I ain’t done much.”

“Hey.” she jumped right back in, taking the chance to cozy up under his muzzle this time. “It’s appreciated.”

All he could do was sigh, a mix of content and… well, probably just being a bit old.

“I know it’s only been a week, but…” she started again. “You boys are always right here keepin’ an eye on me, and I haven’t felt this safe in a long time.”

“That’s good.” Fang grumbled so nonchalantly in return.

“Is it?” she quickly interjected. “Y’all seem so… detached all the time, like you’re reluctant or somethin’. Can’t ya get a little friendly with me?”

For a moment he felt his gag reflex kick in, mostly because she was being so… sickeningly cute. He hadn’t dealt with girls who acted like this in ages. On instinct he lifted his head, and as quickly as he could muster, lay down on the ground in front of her, muzzle atop his paws, so she couldn’t squeeze her way in again.

“Aww… Fang, don’t be like that…” she quickly sank down to his level, her own paws tucked under her, appearing as though she might playfully pounce.

His eye shifted toward her, catching those big, expressive eyes for just a second too long. “You’re too fuckin’ cute.” he said in that low, gravely voice of his.

“See? Cute is good!” she chirped up a little. “You like cute, I like gettin’ to know who I’m doin’ and who’s doin’ me!”

His eyes rolled away from her again.

Her plan of attack was simple. With a little thump she fell over onto her side, those big hips an easy teetering point, and rolling onto her back, she wiggled in a little closer, perching herself right beneath him, watching as he tried so desperately to ignore her.

“Who knows? If I like ya enough, I think I might just stick around for good~”

That caught his attention, and he quickly turned back to her, opening his mouth to speak. But first his eyes wandered. The way she kept her little paws up. Her big set of swollen teats a brilliant red even amidst her soft and yellow fur. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a Jolteon so soft, so plush, their spikes usually an obvious threat. He could bury his face right in that tummy. But of course, that plump little pussy he had already snuck peeks at before, but up this close… well, the temptation to dive right in was a bit much. Thankfully, in his old age, he had restraint.

“Careful, dollface. Sayin’ things like that could be real dangerous…” he bent down to just… nudge her. Affectionately, mind, but still no more than a nudge.

“Dangerous? But I’m seriously thinkin’ about it!” she asked. Her eyes had watched his wander too, but she wasn’t about to draw attention to it. She had him right where she wanted.

“You’ve… never been in a pack.” Fang returned very simply.

“There’s a first time for everything.” she replied with equal simplicity.

“Sure, but y’ don’t know what’s in store…” his eyes were upon hers, actually quite serious in his disposition.

“I could figure it out with ya help, Fang.” her voice remained so impossibly sweet.

His mouth twitched, unsure for a moment, but he spoke anyway. “Y’know what a pheromone is, lass?”

“‘Course I do! I’m no city gal, honest!” she nodded.

“But do y’know how pheromones work in a pack?” his eyes narrowed a little.

“Uhh… I imagine they’re a little stronger--” she started before he very simply cut her off.

“Stronger’s only the half of it. In a pack, the males and the females spend most of their time away from each other ‘cause of it.”

“Is that really why?” she asked, a little tilt of her head. “It ain’t just a girls will be girls, boys will be boys sorta thing??”

“...No. It isn’t.” he murmured, before speaking plainly again. “When the males and the females get together, they play. A lil’ nice at first.”

“I like to play around.” she added with a wink. “Especially with big doggies like yaself~”

“A-and then…” he had to clear his throat, nearly stumbling over his words. “And then they play hard. ‘Cause y’ see… The ‘boys’ make the ‘girls’ a lil’ antsy.”

“Cuz of… the pheromones, right?” she hopped in again, still seemingly perplexed.

Fang dipped his head down a little lower, right beside her ear, and growled as he spoke. “‘Cause of the pheromones…”

His low and rough voice made the hairs on her ear tingle a bit, sending just a little shudder down her spine, which she had to wiggle out. And well, just for good measure, she cooed right back to him.

Her effect was… palpable, but still he restrained, continuing to speak instead.

“When they pair off… if he’s any good, he makes her wanna breed… But with you, dollface.” he paused. “With you, well. There’s three of us. An’ only one, lil’, you.”

“So you’re sayin’...” she started again. “The longer I hang around you guys, the more horny I’ll be.”

“...hrmph.” he grumbled, pulling away again. “Yeah. That’s what I’m sayin’.”

“Soooo… a win-win?” that damned smile crept right back in as she asked this oh so rhetorically.

His eyes were on hers, totally transfixed. He couldn’t help but grin, if only barely, showing just a little bit of teeth.

“That’s what I like to see!” she chirped. “C’mon Fang. You were so cheerful about all this when we first met! Now I almost feel like you’re tryin’ to talk me outta this! What happened?”

“Nothin’ happened, lass.” his response as plain as ever. “I’m just makin’ sure ya mean it when ya say things like that.”

“I mean…” she began, her eyes actually turning down for a moment, pondering on exactly what to say. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it for real, but I’ve had Cass’s egg, and Wulf’s… and everyone just seems kinda distant even though I’m holdin’ up my end!”

“Don’t take it personal, Dawn.” Fang quickly said. “They’ve been through a lot, and they’re just… cautious.”

“And why’s that? Ya guys always allude to it, but--”

“Hey.” he interrupted her quickly. “That one, is gonna take a damn long time, lass.”

She let out a frustrated sigh, which was quickly followed by a moment of silence. Neither of them spoke for seconds, turning their gazes away from one another, Dawn more annoyed by the walls she couldn’t break down, Fang thinking of what to say next.

“Look.” he started, still turned away, staring aimlessly across the cave at nothing in particular. “Ya just keep bein’ bubbly like that, and they’ll come around. Males like cute things.”

He stopped, turned to her, and bent his head down, giving her an errant sniff.

“And us pack dogs will follow our Alpha… remember.”

Her ears perked up, and he took the opportunity to lick behind there a couple of times, further softening her disposition. She waited for him, and after he was done, looked back up at the older dog.

“Bubbly, huh?” she asked.

“Bubbliest dame I ever met.” he replied, everything about his expression as gentle and meek as she’d ever seen.

“So what about you?” she continued in earnest.

“Me?” he returned, genuine confusion on his rough and unkempt face.

“Yeah you! It’s your turn, silly.” she said so plainly.

“Turn…” he mumbled, not fully grasping in part, until… well, his eyes went wandering again. Following her tummy and her curves, across her many little bumps, and down to where it all came to a head, those hips so demonstrably wide when she kept her legs up like that. Proportionally, he’d never seen anything like it, and her thick legs had to make it easier. Many of the girls he’d met were at their best from certain angles, but this curvaceous little Jolteon was so equally toned, fit and wide from all sides. It’s no wonder she didn’t skip a beat. And he… well.

“Ya achin’ still, dollface?” his eyes darted back to hers.

“Not really!” she quickly replied.

“Don’t be gettin’ too cocky now. I mean it.” Fang was more stern this time.

“I…” her eyes looked away for a moment, clearly caught in her little lie. “I guess a little… but I could probably stretch it off!”

“Then stretch it off first, lass.” he replied.

“Aww… Fine, I guess I oughta…” she said with a big frown.

“But I’d like to watch.”

Her frown quickly turned to a sly grin, pleasantly surprised by the forwardness. She needed more of that. “Really, Fang? Ya wanna supervise?”

“Just… wanna see how flexible you can be.” he grumbled, his gaze absolutely fixed on her.

“I think ya know already~” she shot him a wink before she herjumped up from her bed with a hop - wincing a little, but not letting it affect her demeanor in the least - and padded over a ways, closer to the mouth of the cave.

The big dog turned, eyes on her every step of the way, the way she bounced when she walked. He could feel his throat dry, his tongue hanging loose from his muzzle. He only panted for a few moments, before he sucked it back up.

By now, she was on three legs, one hind lifted, and stretched back behind her, where she held it as straight and as still as possible, exertion all over her expression as she counted down the seconds in silence.

Older dog as he was, he saw this as a perfect opportunity to flop down onto the bedding with a small grunt, leaning into his side opposite her, a happy and comfortable spectator.

“You never answered my question, by the way!” she suddenly piped up, having switched to the other back leg, still raising it exactly as high as she needed it.

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, lass?” he replied, his tone as dry as his throat, eyes still a bit distracted.

“I asked about you! Your turn, silly guy!” she replied, slowly lowering her leg.

“Not until yer fightin’ fit, girl.” he said, licking his chops.

“That’s not what I mean, ya butthead~” she almost laughed, before walking her front paws out a ways in front of her, her back paws holding firm, stretching out her back, as it all arched downward, causing her to strain just a little.

“Butthead..?” It took him a second to process that one, jostled out of his trance.

“I mean!” she started but didn’t finish, a stretch like this making it a little hard to talk, but after enough seconds, she was able to switch, pushing up on her front legs this time as she let her hind legs drag. “I mean, what do you think, Fang?”

“You mean… ‘bout you, lass?” he asked with a sort of half-confidence, not sure exactly what she was getting at.

“Kinda!” she added, before dragging her back legs upright, and giving her soft fur a good shake, momentarily satisfied with those few reps. She made a few steps in place, bouncing off of each paw, getting out the last of any lingering numbness in her limbs, before prancing back on over toward the bed.

“What do ya think about us, Fang? I’m technically your mate now, right? That’s what Wulf said.”

The big dog made a sort of half-chuckle, at eye level with her even while on his side, and with her standing just in front of him, a funny sort of juxtaposition to how the conversation had begun. “No, actually. Technically yer not. Yet.”

“Well… I guess not. But I mean. We’re gonna fix that.” she winked at him, before making a little circle, then sitting right back on her haunches in front of him.

Always full of energy in every little thing she did. Even he found it endearing, to a point, still smirking at her. “So we are.”

“Sooooo… whaddya want, Fang? What makes ya tick?“ her head tilted a little as she asked it, big purple eyes staring into his.

“I already told ya, lass. Yer cute. Real damn cute. Don’t need much more than that.” he said pretty plainly, before he settled that big head of his on his paws.

“Let’s just… call it a hypothetical, then. Ya don’t wanna talk about the past, then how ‘bout the future?” she continued to press, lowering her head.

“The future, huh?” he repeated.

“Call me Alpha, call me lass, call me sweetheart. Anything ya want, Fang.” her voice lowered a bit as she got even lower, and even closer, down onto her tummy, her face only a few inches from his. “What would a big ol’ Yena like you want out of his… little squeeze?”

A little growl rose in his throat, but not the rough, abrasive kind. One that sounded more… content, his eyes on hers for a moment as he pondered the question.

“And let’s say, hypothetically, I’m open to anything.” she added, a clear smile behind her whisper.

Fang shifted in place, unable to contain a grunt as he did so, flustering him further. He had to clear his still very dry throat before he spoke, chuckling again, but clearly embarrassed this time.

“L-look, lass… Ya don’t need to—“

“I know I don’t need to, Fang. I’m just curious~”

The big dog picked his head up again, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, but also tower above her again, as she kept her head down, only following her with his eyes.

“Aaaanything you want~” she repeated, voice a little clearer, sing-songy in tone.

“Anything…” he started, before clearing his throat again. “Well… Ya seem like a good girl to me, lass. Wouldn’t want to do anything extreme.”

“No… of course not.” She replied, meek in her demeanor, still low to the ground, head between her paws. “You’d need to break me in, first~”

“That’s right…” he rose up a little more, shifting back into a sitting position of his own, craning his thick neck as he looked down with a toothy grin. “Would need to start ya slow.”

“Oh, for sure… I may be flexible, but you’re still so much stronger, Fang.” she chirped back.

“Wouldn’t wanna break ya…” his voice was low now, almost like that of his growl from a minute ago. “But. I want ya to know that bein’ my mate means ya got responsibilities.”

“Hypothetically though, right~?” she picked her head up just enough to show him that cheeky smile. She loved playing along, but she was still indeed playing. For now.

“Right.” he returned almost dismissively. “Hyper-thetically, I’d expect my mate to keep me clean and presentable. Every mornin’.”

“Ya mean… a bath?” a little perlexed, but she rolled with it, keeping her tone as flirty as ever.

And so he chuckled again. “Like a bath, lass. But easier than that.”

“Easier how, Fang?”

“By puttin’ her in charge of just one thing. Heheh…” the dog tilted his head down, eyes glancing with his gesture for a moment.

All this time she’d been looking only at him, genuinely and earnestly. A part of her act, sure, but maybe she’d gotten a little too distracted by it, because when she followed his hint, she was surprised to see it poking out so far, and she’d never noticed. Her eyes widened, all that confidence in her smile stripped down to a look of mild surprise, the big dog chuckling to himself still, but he interrupted himself with a grunt. Then more inches came, the fur on his pouch receding as more slick and red canine cock emerged. Her little Jolteon nose twitched as the air began to change. It was faint, but noticeable all the same, his tool throbbing for the first time as it grew before her.

“A good girl keeps it nice for her own sake.” he growled down to her. “So I’d ask my mate to polish it every morning…”

Her wide eyes watched as he gave one last groan, his thick and swollen bulb peeled its way out of his furred pocket, the last counterbalance giving way, and his thick rod drooped from where it was attached, now pointed straight at her, quivering every couple of seconds or so, whether involuntary or otherwise.

Her nose twitched again, and again. She had begun to sniff, eyes wide, and transfixed on the glistening prize before her. The pads of her paws slid forward slowly as she got ahold of the growing pungence, a scent that tickled her nostrils as she pulled her frame closer, scooting along on her tummy just a bit.

“Oh, I… definitely wanna be a good girl, Fang…” she muttered rather listlessly as she approached.

“Nngh.” the big dog grunted as his cock throbbed again, her sweet little voice really doing a number on him now, a small drop of precum forming on the tip of his thick and pulsing member. “D-do ya now, lass?”

“And a good mate…” she paused, mere inches from the wet tip of his member, her nose still going to work on that powerful odor, filling her senses.

“Go on now…” he grunted, requiring every ounce of restraint he could muster not to thrust his hips forward.

“S-sorry…” she mumbled, lifting her muzzle just a bit, the tip of his cock now pointed at her mouth, rather than her sniffer. And with that, she opened wide, her tongue sliding outward as she eased in, feeling her way as it slid underneath his tip, the shape of it guiding the way.

At first, Fang sucked in a whole lotta air through gritted teeth, the tingling sensation of her tongue making contact with his sensitive length sending a buzz through his crotch, but as she pressed on, the warmth beginning to envelop his every inch, he groaned and he sighed with such content, it left him panting then and there.

Her eyes fell shut as she absorbed his texture and flavor, pushing until there was no more give, his tip prodding the back of her throat, just shy of where she might gag. Her nose could feel the soft and fleshy bulb that awaited at her, pulsating against her little black button.

“Good girl…” he then whispered as he felt her wet nose tap his knot, a feat beyond anything he could ask for.

Her ear twitched, and she felt a sharp tingle run across her fur, his compliment causing her to shudder. She closed the trap, mindful of her teeth as she began to draw back, keeping her tongue firmly in place on his doggy cock, pulling away from his knot, until she could feel the taper of his tip, her cue to push forward again, and all the way at that.

“N-nice and clean… yeah…” he spoke with idleness, the grin on his muzzle unmistakeable now as he was tended to so effortlessly.

She reveled in it, his pungent scent, his thick and salty taste and the hot, throbbing texture of his slick cock making it harder and harder for her to pull away. She didn’t try to go fast, nor did she ever pause, but her eyes rolled back a bit every time she felt him deep within her throat, gulping momentarily on his tip as it deposited more droplets of his desire into her. She could feel him growing with need before her, and she did nothing to abate its effect on her. There was something so freeing about this, giving into her whims as she gave her mate a thorough “cleaning.” His growls were a reward of their own, just making the big dog happy with her mouth and tongue. Why, it was almost too easy. Too rewarding.

Her breath quickened a little, and she pressed on, eager for more; a little too eager, as the tip of his cock pressed hard against the back of her throat, she nearly choked on it, and audibly so. She pulled back, coughing over him, but still mindful of her teeth, and his member twitched excitedly in response.

He was laughing a low and slow chuckle, pleased to see her struggle just a little, even if it was her getting ahead of herself.

“Easy now, lass… I know you want it bad, but, doin’ what yer doin’s just enough…”

Enough was right, she thought, mindful of her limit, but more embarrassed than anything that she’d hit it so soon. Even if it did make him laugh, and she did find that kind of sweet. Perhaps a bit sexy, too. I mean, just the way his deep voice sent little vibrations through her when he spoke; it was hard to deny the effect. Her eyes rolled back again, and she let his inches sink into her mouth once more, resuming the slow and tender blow.

“That’s the way… I won’t be long… I’m still not used to this, I’m afraid..~” he chuckled, feeling cathartic that he could finally admit that.

Her pointy yellow ear flicked. What a pleasant surprise to hear that. Not that she wasn’t loving this, but. If he was still green, then that meant she didn’t have to do much more. And frankly, for her sake, she was ready to move on, because that little feeling she’d felt so many times these past few days was creeping in again. A feeling that started between her hind legs, buzzing and tingling ever so gently. So much so, that the little droplets collecting on the fur around her opening was more palpable. But, the longer this went on - and by now, she was well past that point - the little sensations had become much greater. The space between her thighs radiated with warmth. A humid sort that seemed to spread across her fur, traveling up the length of her tummy. It wafted down to her hind-paws, and began to bristle at every hair. Every piece of fur, like a fever, but in reverse. Only her face felt as cool as before, save for deep within her nose, as she took in the canine’s scent with each and every breath. His cock throbbed within her mouth, wet with her saliva, and very occasionally deposited droplets of precum on her tongue, each one absolutely rife with his unique flavor and scent. The former lingered only there, but the latter filled her passages, her eyes watering ever so slightly.

“F-fuck..~” he grumbled, his hind leg beginning to kick at the air. “I’m sooo close..~”

In her stupor, she hadn’t even noticed, but she had been taking him faster over time, and more deeply at that. His tip prodded and kneaded at the back of her throat, and yet, she didn’t gag any more. She was hungry for him now, bobbing her head and engulfing his inches, kissing that bulbous knot with every single motion as her eyes rolled back behind their lids. Intoxicated and listless, yet so subconsciously energetic. She was lost in it now, barely registering his words, gasping for air as she pulled herself even halfway off of him, before diving in for more, moaning at the mere feeling of more of him sliding effortlessly into her hungry mouth, and moaning still as she felt him twitch and pulsate and growl as his load finally began to spurt forth from his tip. Salty, creamy and musky fluid filled her throat and the pockets of her cheeks, her mouth firmly closing on him as her moan was silenced, replaced briefly by a gargling noise, before she flexed those neck muscles, and swallowed with all her might. It was so very briefly painful, the sheer amount more than she was initially ready for, but as it all finally washed down her throat, she swallowed again, and again, only to be rewarded with another vibrant spurt of Mightyena seed.

Slowly she pulled her head back, trying to relieve some of the pressure as each successive rush of cum diminished in potency, but swallowing ever still. She could see his knot down past the tip of her nose again, and used that as a guide as she finally pulled herself to the very tip. She counted the spurts still, as another splashed across her tongue. And another. She let them all collect this time, holding his filling in her mouth, until she was sure that was the last of it, before swallowing one, final time.

She gasped for air again as she pulled off of him, his rigid cock still throbbing in the afterglow. Then, without warning, another stream of seed ejected from his member, drawing a line across her face, to which she barely even flinched. She was left panting, mouth open, strings of sticky essence still dangling all over her mouth, her tongue hanging as she stared at his cock. There's no way it had possibly grown in the time she had been sucking on it, yet it seemed so much bigger. So lively and strong, each vein throbbing incessantly. It looked so wet it shined, and so active, it might burst again.

To him, however, all he saw was a very hungry, and out-of-breath Jolteon, who couldn't take her eyes off of his tool. Just the sight alone had him grinning with glee, and licking his chops, his tail swishing against the cave floor beneath him in growing excitement and anticipation.

“Such a gooood and eager little girl…” he whispered, drawing her attention back to him.

She glanced up at him, face hot as her eyes fell on his, lids lazy and half-open; simply staring as she panted.

“You did such a good job cleaning it all off, lass…” his words of praise getting her to grin again, awfully proud of herself, but not about to shake off the haze that clouded over her instead.

Fang had seen it dozens of times in his life, of course. Though, generally it came at a certain time of year, there were times where that look was appropriate for other reasons.

Still lying on his side, he looked to her, and then looked down at his own member, its involuntary throbbing having ceased a little after such a good, strong orgasm, but still erect as ever.

“Wouldja suck it again if I asked, little lass?” he asked, quite matter-of-factly at that.

She just giggled, clearly lust-drunk, as she dipped her nose down and moved in close again. “‘Course I would, Fang~ Ya don't even gotta aaaask~”

But, before she could get any closer, he twisted his hip and pushed up on his paws, rising up onto all fours real quick, and dipping his own head down to give her a good nudge at her side. He loved how unexpectedly soft her fur felt, unlike any Jolteon he’d ever seen.

“Yer passin’ all the tests right about now… But, we ain't keepin' this up in here. C'mon, now~” He pushed his head against her hard enough to at least redirect her, eyes towards the mouth of the den, after which he pushed on past, and began to lead the way out.

She followed a bit more listlessly, nearly stumbling as she walked behind him, the older Mightyena at least a stride ahead.

As she followed, the sunlight poured in around them both upon leaving, and while it took a second for her eyes to adjust, the first thing she saw was the same thing she'd seen upon leaving, that dangling, furry sack of his, jostling about with every long step he took. By now, she'd taken good stock of them all, and their different male parts.

It was probably an age thing, but she wasn't going to surmise too much. Wulf's balls definitely hung the lowest; distractingly so. She had seen her fair share of old dog pairs before, but his might have been the heftiest. It was just as likely they sagged under all that weight, right? Like large walnuts, the leathery seam from which they hung seemed to do little to keep them in place. If it weren't for the occasional popping of his joints, she'd guess this is why he was always slow to go anywhere. Couldn't have those swinging too errantly.

That is, until he mounted her, of course. Which he was certainly about to do now, right? Would he have the same energy that Wulf had? The same command?

They had traveled quite a ways from the cave in all that time, but not so far that she couldn't at least see the brush around the entrance had she checked over her shoulder. But what had her attention instead was his sniffs, that Yena nose going to work as he stopped, and began to circle in place.

“Good.” he began, before sniffing the air a bit more, and then talking again. “Very good. I can still smell you out here, which means it wasn't just a fluke back there…”

She laughed. “Fang, I'm going to be honest with you, I’m a mess back here. I don't know why you gotta point out the obvious~”

He lowered his head, those piercing, yellow eyes leveling with her own, bright purple ones.

“Just confirming my suspicions, lass… You remember what I talked about with you earlier, right? About them… pheromones?”

“Oh, I can feel what they're doing to me right now, big guy. Truuuust me~” she playfully rolled her eyes, looking away, and back over her shoulder… and then down. She couldn't quite see it, but her eyes drew attention to it, the gentle drops of her honey landing on grasses below where she stood.

He noticed too, breaking his gaze to look down between her legs, and see another drop fall from behind.

“It’s more than that, little lass… You've been such an eager, good sport about all this… But, I wanna make sure you know what you're in for, before I do this…”

“I can handle ya, if that's what ya meeean..~” she practically sang back to him, giggling drunkenly.

But he could hear it; the soft whine in her voice at the very end. It wasn't very subtle, even if she may have thought it had simply slipped by him.

“...Well. I ‘spose when you're this far, ain't nothin’ else on your mind, is there?” he said in as low a voice as he could make, picking his head up again, before he began to walk around her. Closely. His weight pressing upon her a bit, causing her to stumble.

She giggled again as she nearly tripped, but caught herself just before she fell onto her side.

“Heeey~ Careful with all that, ya big goof!” she said back in playful protest.

“Yeah, yer definitely a needy one…” he growled, having now made it behind her, he lunged forward, and pushed his snout right into her wet and dribbling cunny with so much force, she nearly bowled forward.

She about yipped, but let out a long and breathy exhale that somehow transformed into a whimpering moan after a few more seconds. His big head pushed and lifted her up, her hind legs dangling just off the ground as she braced herself with her forepaws.

Noisy and deep sniffs pierced her ears as she felt the vibrations of his big nose working on her pussy, and she felt it again still as he let out a loud and shaky groan.

“Ahnn… fuck…” he murmured, before going in for a few more deep ones.

“G-get a good sniff, Fang~” she cooed back to him, brimming with confidence.

“I think that's plenty…” he muttered as he set her hind legs back down, and rose up to place a paw right on her back, squaring it just behind her shoulders. He pressed down just forcefully enough to tell her it was time, something she did without much hesitation.

“I-is that all?? Ya gonna mount me now??” she asked with perhaps a bit too much eagerness. So much so that he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Y’know, when we pulled you out o’ that river, lassie, I figured you for a cutie, but I don’t think any of us could’ve dreamed of this…” he said, keeping his paw firmly on her backside.

“A-aww… ya think I’m a dream, Fang?? That’s really sweet.” she said back, admittedly beginning to squirm a little as she (im)patiently waited for him to take charge.

“You fuckin’ kiddin’ me? She’s spunky, lively and cute, and she’s cravin’ dick like there’s no tomorrow. I think we hit the jackpot…~” he replied with a growl as he placed his other paw on her ass, and pulled himself up and over her.

“Hey, well I-- eep!” she stopped mid-sentence, the sudden shift of weight on her backside sort of catching her off guard. “I-I’m glad you think I’m special or something like-- GASP!”

Another interruption, but this one was even more involuntary, the feeling of his many inches sliding across her lips again and again in sudden and rapid succession. The big dog was happy to just grind against her for a moment as he bore his weight down on her, paws sliding up around her waist as he lowered himself atop her. He groaned as he hunched his frame over her smaller one, admittedly not used to mounting a female as small as this. Not in a long time, anyway. His joints creaked, and aches surged in his legs, but the feeling of rubbing his tool against her soft entrance was more than enticing enough for him now.

“D-don’t squirm so much, I’ll fuck you good, lassie…” he said through gritted teeth, the sound of moans leaving her a treat to his ears, one that he couldn’t help but crack a smile for. “I’m too old for this, though… Just-- nngh… just this one time, I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t be able to think straight…”

The little Jolteon was about to beg him for it, his fleshy red rocket driving her mad in record time as it rubbed across her entrance over and over again. But again, he spoke, leaning in closer as he pushed more of his weight upon her, arching her back, and testing the limits of her flexibility.

“E-easy girl…” he whispered. “Yer gonna have be havin’ my pups reeeeal soon~” he growled as he finally rewarded all that squirming and pining with his inches, her spunky little form shuddering with pleasure as her tunnel finally felt the cool and rigid fleshiness of him squeezing inside.

“Ahhh~” she exhaled with a sense of relief, his cock placating all those wild and crazy urges that had just about taken over her mind. Her tunnel spread nicely for him, and he fit oh so good; nary a wiggle to be had as he sank deeper and deeper, twitching and throbbing as actively as any.

With a grunt he shunted his hips against that sweet butt of hers, as soft as it was firm against him. The squeeze of her pussy so much better than he swore he remembered it being. Probably due to her being so young and active, he thought. Maybe he had been talking fluff before, seeing as how attractive the prospect of burying his bone here well and often had so quickly become. He could’ve basked in it, if he didn’t have a promise to keep. And if she weren’t so squirmy. This flexible little eon beneath him was already pushing back off the beans of her hind paws, shimmying her hips against him as if to say “get on with it,” but it was her little, sighing moans that really did him in.

The old dog got to it, doing what felt best. And what felt best was to fuck, and fuck her good. Just like he promised.

His hips urged back and away from her own, hungry ones, and delivered the first of many humps with a resounding slap, one that had her reeling with a moan far more pronounced than anything before. His ears rang happily and the sound of her cry, a low and guttural groan of his own filling his throat even as he rebounded against her.

Little as she was, all that soft and energetic behind handled him well. On the outside it seemed so soft and round, wobbling and jiggling as she walked, hopped and skipped on those powerful and springy legs of hers; which were noticeably more toned, betraying what he certainly felt as he humped against her. Because beneath that sculpted layer of plump fat stores was a thicker, more rigid and muscular layer that took the weight of his thrusts with such immense ease, making his job all that much easier.

The slapping of their mating increased in pace, and so did her passing exhales, moans and coos of pleasure. She let him hear it, because truthfully, it did them both a favor. The old dog probably loved hearing a young gal like her tell the forest just how good he did her, but the release of every last cry edged herself further along. His cock wasn’t really noticeably bigger than Wulf’s from this angle, but he seemed to have better command of it, driving his hips down, and tapping against that oft-elusive spot deep within her. It wasn’t just an outside, residual pleasure delivered on occasion as his bulb slapped her nub, and his girth pushed and pulled, but an added dimension of control that felt more deliberate. Much as she didn’t mind, and even quite liked a bit of mindless rutting, Fang’s experience had her silently and internally begging for it to never, ever stop.

It took him time to get going, reaching the full breadth and pace of his humps against her after a good minute, but did it ever feel and sound so rewarding to them both. The more he fucked her, the more he wondered if his dick had really ever felt so good. Even after humping her little mouth before, this was something he could really never tire of. Even as he felt the small pang of discomfort that rose over time. His larger and looser package swinging and slapping against her became all too prescient as time went on.

All the while, she dug her paws into the ground, moaning and even murring as she bit her lip; her eyes rolling back as she tried hard not to let out anything that might be a bit too embarrassing - even for her. She was loving this, despite his panting and gasping that seemed to grow more raspy as the sex wore on. As he tried so desperately to impress her - or maybe just to feel young again. That is, until he suddenly shunted her forward with his hardest push yet, and the fleshy bulb of his knot seemed to press hard against her lips for a moment or two, before relenting for a moment, unable to form the tie.

Collecting himself, he had to remain buried in her for a moment, claws scraping at the ground around her as he tried to catch his breath.

“A-ahhh… Faaang..~ Ya doin’ sooo good..~” she cooed beneath him, uncharacteristically still for a moment, as she could tell he really was winded.

“Huff… puff… I ain’t done with ya… God, yer pussy is takin’ me out… huff…” he seemed to snarl above him.

“Keep goin’ like that, and you can use my pussy to put ya old ass to bed anytime..~” she whispered back at him, practically moaning her reply.

He responded with a dry, wheezy chuckle first, before whispering second.

“I’ll take you up on that one…” he grunted as he drew his hips back, before thrusting against her again with each word. “Every. Fuckin’. Night.”

And each one had her moaning again, more heartily than the last, only to be rewarded with another surge of energy from the big dog. Just from that little remark, though? Because that was a surprisingly short break.

“Ah! Ah!” she cried out in perfect time with the feeling of his balls slapping against her, mere milliseconds after his fleshy bulb tapped her opening. “Oooo…~~ Every single night, Fang!”

He growled as he snapped his eyes shut, focusing hard on fucking her quivering form, but loving the sound of her hearty moans and cries. He was wrestling hard with the fact that she might be just as good, or even better than any of the fucks from his younger days. That this was as good as it was gonna get. Rutting a little minx like this, as she told the world in excruciating detail just how good his dick was. How could anything be better?

“Ohhh, Faaaang~!” she continued. “Fuuuck, I love your cock!”

Obviously the subtlety wasn’t lost on him, and he gave her a bit more swing to his hips as a reward, smacking his increasingly tight and soon-to-be sore muscles against her behind. His back paws lifted a tad, hunching forward as he fought to keep the pace, while doing his best to clench whatever might keep him going just a little longer.

“S-so good--!” she practically gasped. “J-just give it to meeee~”

Her whining cry came as such a relief, he barked with affirmation; happy to oblige. His hips shunted forward hard, and he couldn’t help but grunt as he felt those old hips tighten; his legs about to cramp. To his relief, it was just enough.

But to her, perhaps it was even more relieving. Euphoric, even. For just a short moment, she could feel the pressure of his bulb pressing against her opening, and then as if she didn’t know her own limits, she could feel it pass through in an instant. It wasn’t a pop, but something like suction, her pussy suddenly convulsing as she felt him swell inside of her; pushing against her immediate, inner spot. The ramp-up of pleasure was steep, and sudden, and practically overwhelming, and had her biting her tongue on whatever stupid something of encouragement she had been concocting before the tie.

She squealed, and squealed loud, her face growing hot as she felt him throb and pulsate within her, all within a few seconds of the initial knotting. But then came his release. Hot and messy, and rushing with reckless abandon inside of her, filling her womb with that familiar warmth that seemed to come in waves, yet was stronger with every passing second. Only after the initial cry did she realize that she was practically being lifted off of the ground from behind, all the weight of this canine pressing into her as he barked and growled atop her, humping steadily but quickly as he urged every last burst of seed his seasoned pair had to give. Her quivering, climaxing form tensing against her desire to breathe. The squeal had since subsided, and she gasped as he continued to pump against her, snarling with reckless abandon as he seemed so determined to give her absolutely everything he had.

She clawed at the ground for purchase, kneading the earth below her with what paws still touched it, the ever-increasing sense of a womb absolutely full of his canine spunk, gurgling and distending against her tummy. She had begun to pant anxiously and involuntarily, at pace with his thrusts, as he proudly growled against her ear.

“G-greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” he chuckled, his humps beginning to waver. “Drainin’ all of my seed like that… your pussy is insatiable, Dawn.”

“Hah..!” she tried to scoff, but it just came as another moan, her glowing orgasm also beginning to peter, but the sloppy tie and throbbing member within her made it so hard to concentrate on a retort.

“Won’t let a drop go to waste…” he continued, his voice lowering as he nibbled at her ear. “Mmm… voracious… hungry… eager… You want to bear my pups more than anything, don’t you?”

His words tickled the tip of her ear whenever his little bites did not, causing it to twitch in response, as she felt a little shudder ripple up her backside. So potent was it, that she wondered if he could feel it beneath him.

“It hasn’t even been very long… and you’re smitten by the idea. Obsessed with it… I warned ya, lassie…”

“L-like it’s such a bad thing..~” she finally spoke, before letting her tongue hang again, lightly panting as Fang humped the last of his dribbles into her tunnel.

“Oh, I never said it was bad… Just, that you won’t be able to come back from it…” his nose snorted against the backside of her head, taking a whiff of his mate as she panted beneath him.

“Ahh..~” she sighed. “Well, now that you’ve all had a chance to knock me up, y-you can stop bein’ so polite about it..~”

Even this surprised him, despite his egging, his toothy maw curling up in a grin.

“That’s a real temptin’ invitation…” he chuckled.

“Invitation??” she echoed back incredulously. “What’d I just say??”

He paused, head tilting with confusion as he tried to pin down which part. “About… bein’ polite?”

She suddenly tugged on him good and hard, squirming underneath him as he shot back up on all fours. The yanking of their tie was almost like a punch to the gut, but this wiggly and energetic little Jolteon was really trying to roll over all on her own. She clawed at the dirt beneath as she wrenched herself away, her hind legs nearly kicking his underside in the process. He had to lift his legs one at a time to accommodate her, as she seemed hell-bent on doing this whether he liked it or not, but without the strength to pull him down with her. Finally, she flopped on her back, scowling at him even as her ass-end hung up off the ground by the strength of his own legs and tie, half-suspended, while the rest of her lay flat. His bewildered look softened a little in an effort to look less awkward, but she was clearly miffed about something.

“Ya listen here, bucko.” she began, as sternly as seriously as he’d ever heard her. “I ain’t gonna keep poppin’ out ya Vees just so y’all can keep treatin’ me like a dainty flower on her last petal.”

He instinctively pinned his ears back a bit, not liking the sudden scolding he was suddenly receiving, but holding his tongue nonetheless, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her.

“Now we’re mates yeah? We’re matin’, aren’t we??” she scrunched up her nose as she glared back at him.

He nodded, but let her continue as he kept his silence.

“Then my mates better get to understandin’ me too. I’m not gonna pretend we’re all out on our first date. We got our awkwardness out of the way by the river, didn’t we??”

“...if you call takin’ each of yer holes an ‘ice breaker,’ lassie.” he grumbled.

“I’d say that’s a pretty good one!” she retorted quickly. “Shoulda at least’ve told ya I’m not all ‘delicate’ and ‘demure’ just because I’m smaller than ya, Fang.”

“We never said that…” he murmured again.

“But you’re thinkin’ it! Don’t wanna hurt me or overwhelm me? Is that it? This ain’t my first go-’round, big guy.” she pushed her head up to inch her nose closer to his, as if trying to appear intimidating. Very unsuccessfully, of course, but her seriousness was at least evident enough. “We don’t gotta beat around any sorta bush. It’s a lotta work havin’ eggs, and I expect the three of ya to feed me and our pups real good, but apart from that? Ya remember that I’m the only bitch in our den, buddy. Ya wanna fuck? I wanna fuck? Then we fuck. ‘Cept when I’m eatin’ or nursin’, of course.”

His eyes went wide as she spoke. For all of her assertiveness, he had never heard a bitch talk like this before. Not even in heat. And the fact that she was so sure of herself, too. He didn’t even know what to say anymore.

“I’m the momma of ya pups now…” her voice lowered, almost to a whisper as she looked up at him. “So ya better show me what makes ya daddy, Fang. You, and the other boys~”

Her words… he could feel his tail beating the air behind him as he gazed into her eyes. Whatever defiant reply he had thought of had since evaporated. He didn’t even want to say anything anymore. He just nodded, and bent down to lick her forehead.

The following morning began as quietly as ever, with the sun just barely beginning to shine into the mouth of the den as the canines within started to stir. Wulf turned over on his bedding, his eyelids opening slowly as he took in the morning light. His nose twitched as the scent of dew seemed to come with, followed by the grassiness that followed. It was unusually dense and earthy today, meaning the temperature had dropped a bit more overnight, and they were in for a chilly hunt this morning.

As he turned over on his bed, however, he was stunned to see Cass right there, staring at him intensely with eyes wide, as if waiting for him to wake up. Wulf’s guard instantly shot up, and he suddenly sat upright, looking at his fellow canine with alarm, followed by confusion.

“...Cass? What’s this all about?” he asked, his voice still raspy and tired.

“Wulf. Look.” he squeaked out, turning his gaze past him, and looking toward the back of the den.

The slightly elder Yena turned over, his toothy expression sharply switching from one of bemusement to shock upon seeing the same sight that Cass had.

Fang was reclining on his side, tongue hanging and panting happily, his fores held close to him as he lay in absolute bliss. But so much more apparent was the reason for said bliss, their springy little Jolteon laid parallel against him, her own paws tucked underneath her form, as she bobbed her head back and forth again and again, murmuring sweet nothings as she ran her tongue up and down Fang’s throbbing and glistening cock, the latter evident of such an extensive servicing from the Jolteon.

Wulf quickly put a paw down, beginning to stand as he seemed suddenly so alert. But the instant his pad was planted on the den’s surface again, he could one of the Jolt’s diamond-shaped ears twitch, and she parted from Fang for just a moment, and began to stand on her own.

“‘Bout time ya boys got up~” she said, turning her head to give them both a wink as she padded forward a few steps.

As if they could be any more shocked, as she got up to move, they could now see that she had been concealing a pair of freshly laid eggs at her side, now sitting alone as she turned her attention back to Fang; perpendicular to him as she dipped her head back down.

“I’m still a lil’ bit sore down there, but if one of ya wants to get inside my ass, that’d be great~” she then added with a slow and mesmerizing swing of her hips, side-to-side as she let out her tongue again, and stifled herself with the same cock she had been working on all morning, sliding it into her mouth with an increasingly muffled “murr” sound, too focused on the taste and musk that filled her sense again to bother with the sudden scuffle that had broken out behind her. Only when she felt a paw prick at her behind, claws just shy of digging into her fur, did she give way just a little.

But, she didn’t let herself flinch, or pull away from her mate, his happy disposition the target of her desire, his throbbing member trembling on her tongue, as a light dribble of salty precum dropped from his tip. Those thick hind legs of hers were exactly what she needed now, as claws pricked again at her sides this time, as she felt underbelly fur drag up across her backside, until she felt prod against her asscheek, before his hips jerked forward, and up it slid. And then again, and again, it poked around, the winning male feeling around for her tight pucker with quick, eager thrusts, until he found his mark with what must have only been half of his length; his balls slapping against her.

“Mmm..!” she finally had to relent, her tightest hole giving way drawing breath out of her in a way that she had to pull off of Fang just to avoid choking. Her gasp for air and moan of pleasure were one and the same.

“Wulf!” she cried out, her mouth agape as she felt him unsheathe more fully inside of her, growing into her tunnel.

Just as she heard him chuckle above her, she suddenly felt pressure being applied between her ears, and the pad of his paw, pushed down to meet Fang again, who she had to quickly adjust to take again just to not get an eyeful of canine cock. The moment she closed her mouth around him again, she let out a long sigh of relief through her nose. Wulf continued to laugh above her.

“The bitch already knows us just by the way our dicks feel, huh?” he laughed, wiggling his hips inside her as he got ready, happy to feel himself inside of her again. “Bet she couldn’t wait to get on yours this mornin’, Fang. What a good little slut.”

“Gooood lil’ slut.” the older Yena repeated as his hips jerked against her. “Wait until… I tell ya all she told me… last night~”

“Mmf…” Wulf groaned, before beginning to draw his hips back. “After I’m done…”

Her ears flicked involuntarily, her mouth so stuffed that she could hardly make a sound. And as she felt all those inches withdraw from her ass, she carefully stretched her hinds legs just a bit further apart. The first thrust came honestly quite slow, Wulf letting out a long groan as he seemed almost overwhelmed by her tightness, even moreso than the first time, and once he’d hit the hilt, that little stop he came to was enough for her to pull back, even if it all it did was serve to exacerbate the arch of her flexible back.

Her eyes darted left, and just out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cass, sitting silently, but clearly displeased and unhappy, watching the whole affair with his own cock flagging unsheathed and unattended. But suddenly, he seemed to notice, and his toothy frown wound up for a moment as his head tilted to the left, looking at her, and nothing else. All she gave him was a quick wink, before closing her eyes, and returning her attention to the two monumental tasks at paw.