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Daniel’s decision rang the loudest in his mind while trekking his way in search of the beastkin. They weren’t hard to find, teeming throughout the badlands and the many settlements interspersed throughout. Just turn west and go straight ahead. You’ll bump into them eventually. Daniel knew he'd find them soon after the dirt roads lost their uniformity, melting into the flanking landscape until they were nothing but grass and thicket. The tickle of grass on his toes and the threat of ticks on his ankles nagged him, but not to the degree his reason for making the journey did.

Magic is a competitive field across almost every sector. From soothsaying to necromancy, there are a plethora of brilliant, hungry magicians eager to prove themselves adept at adventuring. In front of them were wizened veterans with decades of experience under their hats, those who had tackled the most daring of the arcane and ventured out to the most exorbitant fees. These were the masters of their crafts, those who had plunged a rockslide atop the heads of any potential successors to keep their place on the summit. Daniel partook in the hike with as much intelligence and stubbornness as is expected by any budding wizard. So what field did he sow into?

Daniel wanted to be a trap breaker. A niche among niches, it was the job of setting off magical traps safely so that adventurers could pass through dungeons and crypts without the harm of being cursed. Far from the most grandiose of tasks, it was a skill mastered by few, often overlooked by the average wizard for being well below their paygrade. A trap breaker would act as vanguard within an unexplored crypt, keeping an eye out for curses and their triggers. An experienced one could make it through an entire area and safely disarm every trap in their way. Rarely sung for their heroics, trap breakers were an essential, if monotonous, part of any adventure group, at least if they wanted to avoid any lost limbs or lifelong curses. Daniel saw himself as the frontrunner in that field, becoming the best and smartest in an underappreciated field. Trap breakers were not the most legendary magicians, but they were nevertheless important. It was the basket Daniel had all of his eggs in.

Then the basket tumbled, breaking every egg with it. Yes, trap keepers had been sought after in the days of plunder, but Daniel had found himself at the end of such an era. In the territory of man, with all its abandoned castles and deep-reaching crypts, nigh all had been explored. Daniel had begun learning his niche at the apex of an explorative frenzy, only to join it when there was nothing but bone and gristle left. What traps there were to trigger had already been set off. Those that remained weren’t in the way of anything valuable. Daniel’s predecessors either fled or sought knowledge in other fields, funding their learning with what they had earned as adventurers. Daniel had no such luxury. Simply put, there were no more adventures to be had.

At least not with his fellow humans.

Daniel looked west to the beastkin. It was the last resort of every magician, working for the folk whose physiology denied them the ability to wield magic. Any aspiring mage could find work in the west, but it was a last resort for a reason. Beastkin were considered savage and uncivilized. What they lacked in magic they made up for in physical prowess, fulfilling a capacity for violence unseen in mankind. The ‘badlands’ saw very few human settlers, let alone those seeking employment. Only the most desperate and foolhardy of mages went that way to make a new life.

That’s what Daniel was doing. Three days after he’d left home, having lied to his family that he’d found a job with a band of human adventurers, it was only a matter of time before he wandered into a beastkin settlement. Or so he hoped. He’d already passed the western boundary of his map, and only the buzzing bee or mosquito had greeted him since. With no road to lead by, it was him and the forest for two days now. Doubt had set in. With only a couple days’ worth of food left in his pack, he would have to start foraging. He could turn around at any moment, go back home and admit his failure to his family. Pride kept him onward, but with another day waning on the yonder horizon, he began to wonder if the beastkin existed at all, if the end of the world would plummet out beneath his feet long after any chance of returning home had vanished.

Then, hope. In the early dawn he made it to a clearing where the grass swept Earth heaved into a bulging hill. Atop were crude houses, fashioned from wood and stone. Chimneys stood proudly from the roofs, one of which billowed forth a column of whirling white smoke that bent against the wind and dissipated into wisps. It was the limit of a settlement or town, no doubt, but that of the beastkin? These looked like regular homes, not akin to the shoddy mud huts he pictured them living in.

Then, a rush of movement. Two figures, waltzing from behind one home to the other. Daniel got only a glimpse, too quick and too far to tell much of what they looked like, but enough that he made out the unmistakable silhouette of an animal’s tail. A nervous sigh tumbled out of the mage. He’d found the beastkin. Face west and go straight ahead indeed, he thought to himself.

But that wasn’t the end to his nerves. He was in their territory now. How would they react to him? How should he conduct himself? How to approach the town? Paranoia told him that one wrong move would have him mauled. Should I go around and find a more suitable entrance? Are they used to humans? I’ve never seen a beastkin until now. Perhaps they haven’t seen a human either. It dawned on him how he must have looked, standing there at the edge of the forest in his blaring white mage robes, staring up at the hill like some plotting malefactor. If he wanted to earn the beastkin’s trust, it would not be on their outskirts looking in. Daniel took a deep breath, tightened the grip on his magic staff, and began walking up the hill.

He saw more movement during his ascent, confirming the settlement’s lack of humanity with the shades of fur he saw and their animal shapes. Coming closer, he saw one of them stop and notice his approach. Another figure appeared alongside them, watching as he trudged up the hill’s slope. His heart pounded against the effort and anxiety, flushing his face and ears. Here we go. Act naturally, like you would in any other place. More of the settlement craned into his view, sparsely built homes whose inhabitants ambled about carefree and aloof. The two figures witnessing his approach were joined by another, then another. They pointed at him and leaned in to another to speak in hushed tones to turn the rumor mill. Daniel’s throat tightened upon the last leg of hill he had to climb. He saw features in those watching him, snouts with whiskers, paws with claws, tails slender or fluffy flicking curiously as the human got closer. Reaching the hill and the new town, he’d officially abandoned human civilization. These were the badlands.

A small crowd had grown in the backyard of the house closest to him, rows of beastkin with their odd tools and items clutched in their paws. He’d caught them in the middle of their duties, becoming an excuse for a break so that they could witness his arrival. He stood before them breathless and blushing, a lock of light brown hair hung in front of his eyes which he quickly brushed aside. Blinking twice, he surveyed the dozen or so beasts looking back at him wordlessly. It was an arrangement of genera like he’d only seen in books: wolf folk whose proud physiques bristled behind rough gray fur, lissome felines bearing every pattern of stripes and spots, a warthog whose rotund paunch reached as far as his arms could. Darting his eyes between them all, he found himself overwhelmed by their diversity, what was laid bare to him by scarce clothes leaving most bosoms and curvatures in the nude. Face ablaze, he felt rather overdressed in his robe.

“Can we help you?” asked a woman, a calico feline. She sounded more curious than miffed and with an accent not unlike what Daniel was used to back home.

He seemed surprised that they could speak. He jolted like a soldier at attention. “Eh, erm… Yes! I, uh…” His eyes fell into the woman’s bare chest, feeling penetrated by the jut of her nipples in the breeze. He cleared his throat and forced his eye contact. “I’ve come… looking for employment as a mage.” Those last three syllables came out choked as his gaze found the shape of the boar’s cock bulge looming largely behind his loin cloth.

Quite suddenly, interest in the visitor evaporated as several of the beastkin began to depart. “Well, you’d better visit the inn,” said the calico woman as she turned to leave. “Plenty of adventurers there in need of magic.” Then she left, leaving Daniel to stare at the grind of her plump, tricolored buttocks grinding away as she went.

Daniel, alone behind the house, cleared his throat. “Ahem… Thank you…” Then he made his way into town, ruddy cheeks burning like slate in the sun. Past the home he came into the main street, directly among the citizens who would lift their heads to notice him, then resume whatever they were doing. Apparently humans among the beastkin were not as much a novelty as the reverse. He sauntered through a quagmire, conscious of the mud which squished and squelched around his sandals and so close to the hem of his robe. Just find the inn, and hope for some work. If I don’t find any here, I’ll spend the night and move on to the next town. He felt the weight of his coin purse against his thigh as it hung from his belt. Surely, I have enough silver.

While trying his best to ignore the surrounding beastkin and their nudity (failing most spectacularly when the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen passed him on a mare by a few feet) he came upon the inn, marked by a sign hanging from the front porch with a bed and a flagon stenciled in black paint. A gang of old dogs rocked on chairs and puffed on their pipes as he made his way to the front entrance, trying his best not to mind the pall of tobacco smoke that burned his nose hairs and made his eyes water. Through the swinging doors he went, pushing them softly so as not to cause a ruckus. He saw a mostly empty floor sparsely occupied by the odd beastkin attending a morning drink. Those still sober enough to notice the mage did so noncommittally and resumed tending to their drink. A robust cow manned the bar. She was wrist deep in a mug, cleaning it with a rag. The crude leather blouse she wore failed to hide the great bounty that was her black-splotched cleavage, nor the great headlights that were her nipples poking into the fabric like daggers against a hostage’s back. Her eyes flitted from the mug to Daniel. Without so much a flicker or thought, she nodded him over.

Daniel, alone at the entrance, pointed to himself like an idiot.

“Yeah, you,” she said with a voice like she consumed gravel. “You want a drink, don’t you?”

After having hiked for so long since waking up, Daniel knew the answer was ‘yes’. He made his way to the bar and took a seat, putting his pack down on the floor and leaing his staff against the bar. He sat directly in front of the cow and her explosive bosom, feeling as though it would come spilling over the bar and knocking him onto his ass.

“What’ll it be?” she asked, unbothered by his blatant staring.

“Erm…” Shit. What do the beastkin drink? I don’t want to look like an idiot. “What do you recommend?”

“Mead’s to die for,” she said.

Daniel nodded and gulped. “I’ll have that.”

She clinked the mug down and went for a flagon on the shelf behind her. Daniel tensed at the sight of her gigantic, blubber-dimpled ass as it came swinging into view with only the upper slopes covered by her blouse. He blushed hard and looked away while he heard his drink being poured.

“What brings you west, human?”

“W-what’s that?” he asked, pretending to look out the window.

“I asked what brings you here. Humans come here often for work they can’t find in their own parts.”

“I’m not the first?”

She scoffed. “No, darlin’. Not even close. And you won’t be the last.”

Being called ‘darling’ by a half naked woman with huge tits and a bigger ass made his tummy do a flip. The first bud of an erection stirred in his robe, adding even more heat to his face.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s right. I’m a mage looking for work.”

“Mmm. I thought that staff looked magical.” There was a startling clunk as the flagon of mead landed on the bar in front of him. He didn’t hesitate to sip from the golden honey wine. Never the heavy drinker, the alcohol made his cheeks pucker, but it tasted good, putting a damper on his blush.

He came off with a crisp sigh. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She corked the glass the mead had come from and put it back on the shelf.

“So, do you know any adventurers around here? Anyone who passed through?” He felt naive just for asking, like he would seem too antsy or desperate, even. Bracing for a rejection, he was relieved by the cow’s smirk.

“Oh, there’s plenty of work for your kind to be found ‘round here,” she said. “In fact, it looks like work just found you.”

He was just opening his mouth to ask what that meant when the loud and sudden clink from a fistful of coins hitting the bar scared him out of his skin. He looked to his right and saw a yellow, black-spotted paw on the bar. Daniel’s gaze followed a lean, sinewy arm up to the woman it was attached to, a cheetah smiling like she’d struck the deal of a lifetime. Black tear-streaks ran down a young face, filing from a pair of lasering green eyes framed by shoulder length golden hair. A thin tunic clung to her hyper-athletic frame, what bounced and sprung in her every subtle move. A lively, animal smell radiated off her and made Daniel’s nose twitch. He wondered how he hadn’t noticed her sooner.

“Hey there,” she said in a suave, floaty voice. “Looking for a job, are we?”

Daniel’s throat tightened into a vice. His lips stuttered in their attempt to form a “w” sound. “W-w-w-w-w-w-w-” He put his fist in front of his mouth and cleared his throat as the cheetah girl casually sat next to him.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked as her taut, power-laden hindquarters lifted into the seat cushion next to him. Her long cheetah tail flicked in the air behind her gaily, drawing his gaze so that it darted between that and her pretty face.

Daniel was still struggling with words, forming something like a stupid grin on his face. “W-work?” he finally said. That’s not the word she used, idiot!

She didn’t seem to care, putting on that kind smile. “Yeah, work.” She slid three silver coins towards the bartender. “Two meads, please. And I’ll cover this lad’s tab.” She reached into her purse and produced another. “And something for you.”

The cow took the coins. “You got it.” Then she turned around to pour their drinks, smiling to herself.

“What’s your name, mage?” asked the cheetah.

He had to think for a second. “Daniel.”

“Daniel,” she said back. Her paw came out to him, making him lean away until he realized it was for him to shake. “Celia.”

He laid his hand into her paw, noting the contrast between her gossamer fur and the crudely calloused paw pads. “Nice to meet you.”

Celia looked past him. “And this is Therod, my partner.”

Daniel frowned. Partner? Who-? He turned and saw the behemoth wolf sitting two stools down. Therod the wolf was massive, blocking Daniel’s view of everything past him with a frame ripped with muscle. Deep gray fur was left bare except for a loose waistcloth that came down to the knees which he kept open in a manly spread. An abdomen chiseled to perfection rose into a pair of squared pecs like cinderblocks. A long, majestically fluffy wolf tail hung over the stool he sat on, its creamy underfur splayed into a feathery fantail. When he lifted his flagon to his muscle Daniel saw a great dance of sinew and tendon beneath the skin of his arms and shoulders, striking fear into the human and making him feel puny. Therod did not look at him or acknowledge him in anyway, those wildly yellow eyes of his kept forward on his drink as he sipped.

Daniel shrank in his stool. A shiver ran down his limbs and into his limpen pecker, shriveling it to a nub as it found itself ensconced between two paragons of athleticism and sex. How long has he been there? How did I not hear him? His nose twinged against an oncoming cloud of canid musk, enough to intoxicate the poor mage. How did I not smell him?

Celia laid a paw on Daniel’s shoulder, startling him. “Therod, this is Daniel. He’s looking for work.”

A grunt from the wolf. “I heard.” An appropriately deep timbre. Daniel’s gaze was in the wolf’s lap. The rim of his waistcloth came just below what Daniel imagined was a huge and heavy set of cock and balls.

No! Don’t think about that! Why would you think about that? He whipped his head back to Celia, though the wolf’s presence next to him radiated like a bonfire.

“So you’re a mage,” Celia said, ignoring the obvious shift in Daniel’s body language. “What are you good at?”

“Trap breaking,” Daniel said. “It’s, uhh… pretty much the thing I’m best at.”

Celia’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Then we’re both in luck. There’s word on an old crypt that opened up a few leagues north of here. A few parties have tried looting it, but there are too many old traps nobody can break through. Think you can handle that?”

For the first time in a while, joy fluttered in Daniel’s chest. “Yeah, totally!” He heard how excited he was and cleared his throat. “I mean… Yes. I can do that.”

“Perfect!” Celia slid off her stool and stood up. Grabbing her flagon, she threw her head back and chugged the whole thing in a few deep gulps. An entranced Daniel watched her neck bob and the excess flow down her cheeks and drip off her jowls before she put it back down with a loud clank! “Ahh… Alright! Let’s get a move on, then.”

Daniel blinked. “Wait, right now?” He heard more gulping behind him and turned to see Therod putting his drink away in a similar fashion. His flagon, too, returned to the bar with a loud impact.

“Well, we’re not gonna let you fall into the paws of some other party.”

Daniel gave an incredulous chuckle. I haven’t even been here an hour.

“Finish your drink,” she said, slapping him on the back. “I wanna get on the trail before dusk hits.

Daniel’s feet were still sore from his own journey, but he wasn’t about to let himself show weakness in front of his new employers. “Right. OK.” He put his flagon to his lips and tossed it back. Sweet honey wine flooded his mouth, requiring some breaths in between before the last of it spilled down his throat. He came off with taut cheek muscles and a swollen tummy, but was able to wipe his sleeve across his mouth with some dignity and stand up. The first hints of a buzz rattled his brain and wobbled his balance. Oh no. “I’m ready,” he said.

Celia grinned. “That’s the spirit. Let’s be off.”

The bartender collected the empty flagons, smiling for the human’s early success. “Good luck, you three.”

Daniel meant to thank her, but he was already being dragged out by Celia’s behest, the great big Therod looming behind him like a bodyguard. So the trio went, exiting the inn as an official party on Daniel’s first adventure.

* * *

Daniel loathed to discover the lack of dirt roads which had led into town continued outside of it. What had constituted a ‘trail’ to the beastkin was any path towards a destination, be that through a dense forest or open fields. Back in the sanctuary of woods, he was forced to weave trees and dodge thickets while maintaining an arduous pace with Celia who held point. Between gazing at his sandals for potential trip hazards Daniel would keep his eyes on her, enjoying the way her calves would bulge and ripple against her spot-addled yellow fur. Her tail would flick this way and that, maintaining a gay curve which hovered just above the ground behind her. The bell of her tunic came a distractingly low distance beneath her hindquarters, teasing him with the jiggle of her thigh flesh and triggering an imagination of what grinded just above them.

He could distract himself with her sumptuous frame, but could not completely forget about the wolf man not far behind him. Therod would remind Daniel of his presence with the occasional rattle of his pack. Daniel avoided looking over his shoulder at him, afraid of seeing how close he was. Why are you so worried about him? He’s just a wolf. Just a wolf whose titanic muscles would draw Daniel’s admiration as raptly as Celia could with her body. Perhaps it was fear which made Daniel wonder if Therod could crush him in a bear hug. Maybe it was something else, because he wondered about what hung behind that waistcloth. Will I ever see them in the nude? If the villagers’ wardrobe was any indicator, that would be a yes. What would they think of me in my nature? A better question was why Daniel asked himself such things. He kept a tighter clutch on his staff as they continued north. Don’t let curiosity get the better of you. It’s unbecoming of you to dwell on such things.

The forest broke upon a shallow river, its banks a broad-reaching shelf of smooth stones coalesced into a geologic pointillism. There was the smell of water, crisp and for drinking, a catalyst for the dryness in Daniel’s throat and the ache in his soles. Stoicism had kept him silent for so long, never complaining in front of his two companions as the callouses grew close to blistering.

Mercifully, Celia came to a stop. “Here we are!” she said in a perky voice. “Here we ought to take a break for the night.” She whipped her head around and looked back at Daniel. “What do you think?”

Daniel shrugged in an unconvincing air of nonchalance. His robes were dirty and his face glistened with sweat. “Sure. Fine by me.”

The facade crumbled once Therod passed him on his right, closely enough to make Daniel flinch. He slid his pack off one shoulder and dropped it onto the river stones so that the topography of his back stood out to Daniel in its gray, furry texture. The wolf stretched his arms, flexing and rolling those hills of muscle like they were nothing.

“Are you coming?” asked Celia from what sounded like afar.

Daniel jumped a little. “Sorry, coming wh-?” The sound was caught in his throat when he saw Celia at the edge of the river, her feet in the shallows, completely nude with her tunic folded in her paws. There was the same litheness Daniel had seen in her limbs, what constituted a fantastically carved abdomen lit up by her snowy white underbelly fur. It swelled gently at the hips, siphoning into her chalice where a great bush of tangled yellow pubes blossomed like a thundercloud and kept her cunny lips hidden mostly. Her breasts, petite and well-shaped, stared back at the flummoxed human with a pair of rosy pink teats barely a shade darker than the surrounding white.

The words stumbled on Daniel’s lips as the fire reignited in his face and in his loins. “-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-whuhhh?”

Celia giggled and flicked her tail. “What’s wrong?” A genuine question.

Therod acted oblivious to the exchange as he pulled the string on his waistcloth, allowing it to fall away from him. Daniel’s brain was still in the aftershock of Celia’s nudity when his eyes turned and saw the two carved boulders that made Therod’s glutes. Massive like the rest of him, that sat within a healthy padding of fluff to form mighty hemispheres fit to crush bone with just the easiest clench. They pumped away in glorious tandem as Therod, ignorant to Daniel’s stupefied gaze, waltzed his way into the river and waded through its coolness with the surface splashing about his physique. Where it reached his midriff he crouched into a lazy float and turned around, seeing the human’s tomato face all shocked and agape.

“Don’t just stand there and stare, dummy.” That was Celia making her own trip into the water, her back to Daniel so that his attention could fall on the saucy grind of her buttocks. She fell into a low crouch in the water, just sparing Daniel the sight of her nipples but not the expectant look she gave him.

The mage stood at the bank, still blushing, gripping his staff, and hard like a rock. He nearly grabbed his penis in order to stifle it, but knew that would betray his arousal. Not that his fiery, flustered visage hadn’t done so already. “I- Erm… Well, I don’t… Uhm…” What’s the matter with you? You didn’t act this stupid with the villagers! Get a grip! He did so literally by holding on to his staff with both hands as if to stop himself from falling. He brought it directly in front of him in case his boner bulged against the robe. “No thank you. I’m fine.”

A scoff from Therod. “You look exhausted and your robe is dirty. I saw how you struggled on the trail. Take that off and get wet with us.”

“Yeah,” chimed Celia. She splashed her arm across the surface. “The water is fine. We’re not going to enjoy it without you.”

Daniel could tell she wasn’t lying. With his journey-bitten feet the water looked heavenly. Were he by himself, or perhaps even his fellow humans, he would’ve gone diving in no issue. But in the company of two sexual paragons (especially the hypermasculine Therod whose manhood Daniel could see a dull image of) Daniel wouldn’t dare expose himself so brazenly, not when his pecker was so quick to come alive. The angel and the imp were on his shoulders, either pleading him to strip, or begging him to avoid embarrassment. He could not parse which was the imp or the angel, but one spoke louder than the other.

“No, really, I’m fine,” he said, wrenching his staff and cursing himself internally. Coward! At least make something up. “It’s uncouth of a mage to disrobe in the presence of friends.” That was patently untrue, but something neither beastkin had the knowledge to contradict.

They shared a look, then shrugged. “Suit yourself,” said Celia before sinking the rest of the way underwater to start bathing.

Daniel’s face lost some of its ruddiness, but not completely. A certain bitterness made him seeth as he sat himself at the river’s edge with his sandals off, dipping his feet in the water to cool some of his passion. His staff sat across his lap, close to his erection which had not waned, not so long as the two adventurers swam so nakedly in front of him. Celia would run a paw down her upper arm, fraying the fur before smoothing it back out. A leg would sprout from the surface, foot pointed forward with an extended claw, droplets of water falling from the toe and swimming through the paw pads. When she stood up he could see how stiff her nipples were, the teats standing out amongst a constellation of bumps Daniel imagined himself pinching between his thumb and finger. His gaze would fall into his lap, and his penis would throb.

Therod waded nearby, standing all the way up where the surface sloshed about his washboard abs. He seemed blissfully ignorant of the woman bathing just a few feet away from him, as well as the despairing mage who would steal glances at the wolf’s warrior physique. The shape of his man fruit warbled just below the surface, a tantalizing preview so close to, and yet so far from, satiating Daniel’s curiosity. If his cock is anything like the rest of him… Daniel would think before his willy would pulse and make him look away. Against his own will he would look over at Celia, and the process would repeat.

Eventually Celia dunked herself in the water one final time before standing up and sighing. “I think that’ll do me. I feel so much better~” It was no accident how sumptuously she said it and with eyes focused on Daniel. Upon marching out of the river she shook herself, wobbling those tits of hers and sprinkling Daniel only a few feet away, making him cringe and cower away. “Feel free to join us next time,” she said while passing him, a not-so-subtle sway having taken hold of her hips.

Therod followed shortly after. Still leaning away from Celia’s shake water, he glanced at the wolf from the corner of his vision. It floated into the open, that swollen armory which hung between Therod’s thighs, dripping a current of water from the line of fur that ran the purse’s center. Each egg was like a goose’s, cradled in fuzzy, wrinkled skin in snug comfort with each other. In just the blurry edge of his vision Daniel could appreciate their immensity and shape, what swayed between the thighs with ovoid authority. The sheathe above it exuded a similar presence, a taut barrel of soft wolf flesh puckered at the center for what had to be an appropriately massive fuck tool. Daniel saw it in his mind’s eye, blood red skin, vascular, knotted at the hilt like an oak with its roots.

“I think we’ll set up camp here on the river bank,” Celia said, snapping Daniel out of his cock-induced trance. Daniel turned around to see her slipping her tunic back on, mercifully putting her nudity away. “Therod and I will put a tent up so you can bathe in peace. How does that sound?” Therod made it to his waistcloth and bent over to pick it up, all but aiming his ass at Daniel. If he had seen the human staring at his nuts, he pretended not to notice.

Daniel gulped. “Aye, that works for me.”

Celia smiled. “Good. We promise not to peek, right Therod?”

The warrior, without looking at her, grunted in the affirmative.

The trio spent the remaining hour setting up their tents on softer ground beside the river bank. Celia and Therod would share a larger one while Daniel’s smaller, more humble white pyramid tent stood a few feet away. Therod and Celia crawled into their shelter with Celia giving Daniel one more assurance while hanging half way out of the tent flaps.

“Take as long as you’d like! Sun’s going down, so we’ll be done for the day.”

“Alright,” said a morose Daniel. He watched Celia disappear inside the tent before walking back to the river. He let out a sigh, then began to strip nude. Pasty white skin glowed in the dimming sunset as brightly as his robe, flaring with color where his hair grew in a thin lawn on his torso and as a modest bush above his manhood. Standing at the water’s edge, he looked over his shoulder at the tent. No one to be seen. Why do you care? Afraid they’ll make fun of your shriveled little pecker?

Daniel shoved the thought away and stepped into the water. In the evening it had grown tolerably warm enough to wade in up to his chest. I could’ve been here much sooner, sharing the water with Celia. Maybe she would’ve let me clean her. Of course there was Therod to consider. What would Daniel have done about him? Or more aptly, what would Therod have done about Daniel?

The mage grumbled to himself and plunged into the water, drowning the forest’s sigh with the river’s garbled hum. His soft brown hair floated into a gelatinous halo around his head. Resurfacing, he leaned back into a lazy float, treading with his arms and keeping his toes on the riverbed. He took his time bathing, keeping most of his head beneath the water with just his face breaking the surface. The water would buffer him from the sounds of nature, but not the thoughts about his companions. Such queer creatures. Am I just being a prude? I wonder what they think of me. He felt so frail, so incompatible, only accepted for his utility and not who he was. However kind the pair had been to him, with how seared their bodies were in his mind and how nervous he had acted around them he could not feel more out of place.

Leaning back and looking up at the sky Daniel saw how dark it had become. The western sky was a sprawling orange and peach color, leaving the east a darker blue. Rubbing his fingertips he felt how pruned they were. Sighing, he stood from the water and made his way to the bank, exposing himself to the night chill and making himself shiver. He gathered his robe on his way back, folding it against his crotch to spare his companions the sight of his sorely shrunken manhood, should they be outside.

No need for such a fear, not when he heard the sounds of sex roaring out of their tent.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Huhhh! Oh fuck… Ohhhhh… Yes! Yes… Huhhhhhhh~”

Daniel screeched to a halt at the edge of the campsite. His blood filled with ice. Still dripping wet, he stared in blushing shock as his ears craned in on the noises against his will. The strike of hips on ass, the squelch of battered womanflesh, Celia’s kind and throaty voice an ecstatic caterwaul, and the masculine grunt powering it all. The blood that had turned to ice flooded Daniel’s penis, launching it into another erection that prodded his robe which he clutched for dear life. He felt sick. Knees knocked, he was paralyzed from even taking another step closer.

“Ohhhhh, fuck me! Yes… Therod… Ohhhhh… Yes… That’s so good. So fucking goooood. Huhhh~!”

Celia, the darling who had treated Daniel so amicably, said those things, and with such vehement sincerity. Daniel pictured the ripples of flesh rolling up her thighs and abdomen from each impact, that huge red wolf cock plowing her pussy to the knot. The sounds made imagining it easy. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Nice and wet, begging for the warrior’s seed.

Daniel realized how exposed he was when a swift breeze made him shiver. Panicking, he made a naked dash for his tent, retreating inside as if to protect himself from the debauchery. Instead he was even closer now, those womanly screams of delight even louder. Daniel’s penis ached for attention; he could do nothing but press his robe into it, earning himself a bite of pleasure.

Then, a manly growl. “I’m cumming…” said Therod, the grit to his voice confirming the announcement. “Hnnnnnn… I’m cumming!”

“Oh yes, fucking please cum inside me…” Celia all but growled. “Huhhhhh… I’m gonna cum too…”

Only seconds later, Therod heralded his orgasm with a bombastic roar. It turned into a lupine growl, what curdled the blood with instinct-triggering terror. Behind it was Celia’s caterwaul, the result of her own leg-shattering climax. Their voices trailed off into agonized panting, broken by a sexy giggle from Celia.

“Ohhhhhhhh… Fuck… Yes, that was amazing… Ohhh… Mmmmmm, that’s so tight. Mmmf.”

Therod huffed loudly. “Hahhhhhh… Yeah, it is. Damn. Going to be a while before it goes down.”

Celia purred. “Mmmm, I hope it lasts till morning~”

The realization hit Daniel like an anvil. He knotted her. He could all but see that colossal bulb of spasmed muscle bulging her pussy lips, holding at bay a flood of molten cum laying siege to her womb. Daniel’s toes curled. He humped his robe, lifting his pleasure until…

No! He tossed the robe away from him, hitting the tent and slumping to the ground. Penis flopping, the rosy helmet peeking from the foreskin, he hurriedly pulled his bedroll over himself and curled into a ball. Hands over his ears, he squinted his eyes shut and pretended not to hear the muffled speech and giggles from beyond. It does not concern me. It does not concern me.

Sleep found him eventually, but not before the smell of sex wafted into his tent.

* * *

In the morning he was still curled into that ball like a starved corpse, nose and toes nipped by the cold. Ironically, he lacked any morning wood, even as the sounds and smells of last night rang in his head. Groaning, he applied his robe and crawled out of his tent into the vivid morning light. There was a stir in his companion’s tent, a yawn and a stretch followed by the fully nude Celia crawling out and doing a full body stretch. Daniel heard, but did not see, the pops of her tendons as he snapped his gaze away.

“Morning to you,” she chimed. “Sleep well?”

He forced some shy eye contact. “As well as I could have.”

“Good. So did we. Let’s have breakfast and make haste, shall we?”

Daniel had expected an apology, or at least some acknowledgement of last night’s boisterous love making. He tried not to sneer. “Aye.”

Therod climbed out afterwards, equally bare. Daniel fought even harder not to look as the wolf did his stretches, swinging those wrecking balls around so haphazardly. Daniel was given nothing more than a gruff “Mornin’,” to which he responded in kind without looking.

Breakfast was jerky and foraged mushrooms. Celia and Therod did Daniel the mercy of putting their clothes on before they packed their tents and made to cross the river. Daniel, most eager to reach their next stopping point, went first back into the water with his robe still on and his pack above his head. He would’ve gone in nude if not for the lie about staying clothed, thus it floated around him, wobbling in the current like the wings of a saucer. Halfway across the river he realized a lack of splashing behind him. He turned around to see where they were and saw them still at the river’s edge, pissing into the water.

Shocked revulsion almost made Daniel topple over. “What are you doing!?” he demanded.

Therod was holding his waistcloth up over his sheathe. A long, glossy rope of white gold spat from the pizzle and into the water with a healthy rattle. “What does it look like?”

Celia squatted a few feet to his left, hissing out her own hot stream. Stabbing into the water from just a few inches above, Daniel could see the tiny flecks of water it kicked up. Her legs shivered beneath her from orgasmic relief as what Therod had ejaculated into her the night before and then dried was cleansed. A flex of her floor muscle intensified the stream. Fsshhh-SHHH-shhhhhh.

Daniel’s throat tightened. “You couldn’t do that before we crossed?”

“Couldn’t hold it after seeing all this water,” Celia all but moaned. She bit her lip and grunted out another heave. “Nnf.”

Even in the cold river water Daniel felt his blood chill. “Just… hurry up.”

Celia frowned. “Hush, now. No rushing a piss like this. Whoooo…” She looked over and saw the arc Therod was shooting out. “Bet I can last longer than you,” she teased.

Therod shot her a rare smirk. “I didn’t know it was a competition.” He let out his own casual shove, hurling his piss stream an extra four feet or so into the water where it whipped up a row of ripples and then retreated back into place.

Daniel recoiled, afraid Therod would end up hosing him. “No!” he spat. “No competing! Hurry up and let’s go!”

“Don’t be such a bore,” Celia said. “Come up here and join us. Show us what your piece can do.”

Per usual, Daniel’s face became a tantrum red. “I’ll relieve myself on my own time, thank you.”

Therod scoffed. “Relieve yourself? Boy, we call that pissing.” That got a giggle out of Celia.

Daniel’s jaw clenched. Embarrassed, disgusted, and aroused to a degree he wouldn’t admit to, he spun around and resumed his fording. “Whatever. Just make it quick.”

Therod and Celia shared an amused look. “Aye-aye, sir,” Celia said with another heave of piss.

Their streams slowed into trickles within short order, Celia having outlasted Therod for just a moment. Therod whipped the last few drops out with a sharp flick of the sheathe, something a dripping wet Daniel witnessed from the other side of the river. In his head he felt it batting his face, forcing a spicy, masculine smell onto his nose and in his mouth. He shook the thought away with a turn of the head, forcing himself to stare at a tree while his companions crossed the river.

“Let’s go,” he said once they reached him.

They followed the mage, but not without some devilish smirks between them.

* * *

The trip continued through the forest, Daniel having submitted the lead to his companions once he realized he didn’t know where he was going. He lingered a few steps behind them, forced to listen to their banter. Therod had become unusually verbose, chatting with his lover in an outspoken tone that made it obvious he wanted the human to hear him.

“I know a good inn north of the crypt. If the haul is as good as we think it is, we can celebrate there,” he suggested.

Celia’s tail swayed. “I like the sound of that~” she purred.

Daniel fumed behind them, forced to watch the pump of Celia’s thighs. A small part of him hoped whatever they pilfered from the crypt wouldn’t be enough to celebrate lest he suffer the proximity of Celia’s knot-swollen cunny again. I think I’ll buy a room for myself. After that, I’m looking for employment elsewhere.

High noon came and the trio stopped for lunch. Short on jerky and other supplements, they split to go foraging.

“You do know how to forage, right?” Celia asked Daniel.

“Aye,” said Daniel, a tad annoyed. “How do you think I made it here from humanity?”

Celia held her paws up defensively. “Just making sure. We’ll head east. You take west.”

Daniel headed that way, scouring the forest floor for mushrooms and berry-laden shrubs. He may have been a mage, but his survival skills were on par with what was expected of an adventurer. An hour of gathering later he had a pouch full of edible mushrooms, berries, and wild onions. Satisfied, he returned to where the trio had split off, but found the place empty. He held his staff with an impatient grip. I’ll go help them. This party needs to get a move on.

He trekked east where he saw the pair walk off. Their paw prints were in the dirt, neither cheetah nor wolf splitting too far from another. He passed severed toadstool stumps and shrubs bereft of any berries. Daniel frowned. I would think this would be enough. How far did they-?

“Huhhhhh~!”

A woman’s moan, sincere and familiar, drew Daniel to a sudden halt. His gaze snapped up from the ground towards the sound, catching the tree-marbled image of Therod’s bare back towards him, wrapped by the startling yellow of Celia’s limbs. They bucked and jolted to a heavy rhythm. Daniel could just make out the haughty clench of Therod’s glutes.

Daniel gasped sharply. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Almost betraying himself with that sound, he darted behind a tree and covered his mouth. Against the sharp, ungainly bark of the tree, he was not spared the sound of Celia’s ecstasy, what drew on his ears like a fish hook. As if on instinct his penis started to get hard, lifting itself into a knobbed tent against his robe. Teeth gritting, he grabbed the garment down to stop himself, but Celia was too loud.

“Yes! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh, yes… Therod… Huhhhhhh~!”

Daniel cringed hard. Is there anything this pair does besides fuck? He knew the only thing that would spare him the arousal stiffening his cock would be leaving that spot, sprinting back for the meet up space and acting like he hadn’t seen or heard anything. But his legs would not cooperate, nor could he uncurl his toes in their sandals. His pecker throbbed, letting loose a tear of precum that sank into the robe wool.

“Yes! Ohhh yes~ Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Therod! Huhhhhhh~!”

A grunt of frustration squirted through Daniel’s teeth. No… I can’t. Just leave. But his hands were already pulling up on his robe. Out flopped his erect pecker, the cherry pink dome sprouting from the foreskin with a thin sheen of cock liquor oozing off the slit. One hand choked it by the neck while the other held the robe to his chest, leaving bare that brilliantly pale tummy which sucked in and heaved as Daniel started furiously masturbating.

“Fffffffffffffffuck… Hahhhh…” Beyond his pathetic whimpers and shrimpy moans he heard Celia begging for Therod’s cock. Trapped against the tree, Daniel could only imagine those mighty wolf haunches pounding away at the cheetah, burying the shaft to its knot and battering her weeping cunt. Daniel felt her pussy grip in the choke of his hand. The force of Therod’s thrusts resonated in each jerk. His own boyish hindquarters bucked and humped erratically. “Hahhh! Huh~!”

There was a long, resounding howl as the two lovers shared an orgasm. It sent a bleeding ripple of delight through Daniel’s body so that his own climax ripped out of him. His hips rocketed forward at the same time his hand halted on a fierce clutch around the glans, flaring it into a ruddy apple that spat ropes several feet in front of him. The blush solidified across his face where his jaw fell open in a silent scream of delight. He choked back a sound and slapped his other hand over his mouth, letting his robe fall down in front of his pecker and absorbing the rest of his nut.

Reality found him on the downswing of his ecstasy. “Shit… Fuck…” he huffed, noticing how his staff had fallen to the ground. Peering around the tree he saw Celia and Therod still pasted to their own tree, panting loudly. Daniel, still reeling from his delight, grabbed his staff and made a dash for the rendezvous. His lips curled into a humiliated sneer. You idiot. You buffoon.

Back at the meetup point he was forced to rub the cum out from the inside of his robe and wait for his companions. They returned several minutes later, the two of them beaming like idiots high on the afterglow. A soft blush tinged their faces. Celia walked with a wounded gait.

“What took you so long?” Daniel asked, gripping his staff with anger directed at them and at himself.

“We fucked,” Therod answered calmly.

“You didn’t hear us?” Celia asked. Daniel saw the cum oozing down the inside of her thigh.

Daniel’s eye twitched. “I thought you’d be foraging.”

“We did,” said Therod, holding up a bag heavy with foodstuffs. “Then we were done, and we spent the extra time the best way we know how.”

“I’d rather spend it on the trail,” Daniel said.

“And I’d rather spend it inside a woman’s cunt,” said Therod, casually waltzing past the human while the smell of his and Celia’s cum wafted from out his waistcloth. Celia sauntered along with him with a blissful jitter pulling at her tail and thigh muscles.

Daniel cringed against the smell and followed them begrudgingly, making sure to stand clear of the milky trail which stretched across the grass from between Celia’s ankles.

* * *

Camp was made that evening with a reclusive Daniel eating his dinner and then retiring to bed before he knew the other two would start fucking. He was able to sleep, but not without waking to the sound of Celia’s scream-moans and Therod’s orgasmic howls. Daniel clamped his bedroll to his ears, but not before garnering an erection which ached from his previous orgasm. In the morning Celia delivered the good news: they were within an hour or two’s hike from the crypt.

“Are you ready?” asked Celia, the excitement of riches sparkling in her eyes.

Daniel was excited too, but for a very different reason. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

It was in the middle of gathering his tent into his pack when Daniel noticed that he was alone. Frowning, he set off in the direction of their pawprints before finding them back in the woods, enjoying a morning piss. Once again, Daniel found himself behind a tree, trying to stay quiet. He did not masturbate, but could not stop himself from peeking around the trunk and admiring the reach of Therod’s stream.

Once that was done, the trio marched into the north before finally stumbling upon what they had been looking for. An abandoned settlement hewn from stone, half eroded into nothing from decades of neglect. Daniel was the first human to lay eyes on it since its abandonment, only having been visited by the odd beastkin who explored and took from the above ground, unable to access the crypt below. For the first time since this journey began, Daniel gripped his staff out of anticipation, rather than frustration. In spite of himself, he put on an eager grin which Therod spotted.

“Time to show us what you can do, mage,” said the warrior.

Daniel nodded in acknowledgement and appreciation. “Aye.”

Into the stronghold they went, passing through a breach in the walls and then the entrance to the central tower. An opening in the floor fed into the dungeon which the three travelers circled around. Daniel held his staff at port arms, wrenching it nervously. “Alright. Here we go,” he declared before making the first step into the darkness. He illuminated the mildewy black with an illumination spell. He held his glowing staff aloft, eying the vinechoked cobblestone warily. A sixth sense tingled at the feeling of nearby traps, what grew more and more exigent with his every step. His companions were close behind, ready for whatever might spring from the darkness or fall on them from above.

“Wait,” Daniel said, coming to a stop.

“Find something?” Celia asked.

“I think so.” He fell into a squat, looking intently upon the space just a few inches above the floor. He hovered his light above it and caught the sliver of an invisible thread briefly lit by his staff’s presence. He put on a grin. “Trip wire. A good one too.”

“Can you disarm it?” Therod asked.

“Watch,” said Daniel. He traced the magical thread from wall to wall, garnering its origin and what it would do if triggered. A gravity spell. Makes its victims feel like a ton of bricks. Disarming it was as simple as a quick spell recital. Daniel spoke under his breath, and with a sparkle and shimmer the thread vanished. Proud of himself, Daniel grinned over his shoulder.

No praise came his way. In the outer rim of his staff’s glow he saw the couple talking to each other in hushed tones.

“-however much we find,” Therod was saying.

“Mmmm, I’m sure it’ll be enough~” Celia said, laying a paw on the wolf’s tremendous chest. She scratched the fluff that sprouted between his pecs. “Just getting out of this dingy place will be enough to celebrate. I feel the need already~” A throaty chuckle was had by them both.

Daniel’s smile plummeted into a sneer. Ungrateful, horny freaks. He shot up to his feet and adjusted his robe. “Let’s continue,” he said before marching on.

“Oh, did you disarm it?” Celia asked.

“Yes,” said Daniel, stomping away.

“Oh! Good! I knew you could do it.”

“Aye, good job,” said Therod.

Their appreciation was too late. Daniel sauntered forth with a gritted jaw, trying to focus on the hallway in front of him while the conversation behind him irrevocably became about sex again. He stumbled upon another trap, a paralysis circle which he doused into safety with his staff.

“I know the lad who owns the inn,” Therod bragged. “He can set us up with a nice room for a good price. Big bed, soft sheets.”

“Splendid,” said Celia. “The softer the sheets, the wetter they’ll become.”

Daniel rolled his eyes and continued. Another trap, another disarmament, another lewd comment.

“Mmm, I’m weeping down my leg just thinking about it.”

“Are you sure that’s not my cum from yesterday?”

“No, I think I gobbed it out this morning. I’m wet as rain right now.”

“Stop. You’ll have me punch a hole through my cloth.”

“That flimsy thing? I don’t see why you even wear it. A cock like yours deserves to be seen. Why, I know Daniel likes looking at it. Don’t you Da-?”

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP!?”

Daniel spun on a dime, rattling the staff in his hands as he glowered and spat at the two lovers. His voice echoed loudly against the cramped stone walls. “STOP IT! Just stop it with your sex talk! I’ve had it with your fucking! With your-! With your pissing! With your wagging your parts in front of my face! STOP IT! BY GOD!”

Therod and Celia were thrown backwards by his rant, genuinely startled by his livid expression cast in the most eerie blue light. They shared a wide-eyed look before continuing to gawk at him, unsure of what to say.

With everything but steam spewing out his ears and froth on his lips, Daniel spun back around and charged forth. “Let’s just get through this fucking dungeon and fin-”

* * *

Daniel woke up to the Earth swelling and bouncing beneath him. A great fatigue weighed on his eyes, bringing forth the blurred image of a thatched ceiling and the candle chandelier which hung from it. Drool had congealed down his cheek and pooled on the bedsheet he lay on. There was that heavy thumping beside him, what shook the surface and rattled him with it.

A woman moaning. Celia, of course. The pant of a man fucking her. Who else but Therod? Even with his post nap brain matter he recognized their sex noises, especially as it bleated inches to his left. He turned his head with some effort, laying eyes on a naked Celia with her head on a pillow, her mouth agape, belting out moans while Therod’s huge arms had her pinned by the shoulders with bulging sinews. She was folded by the waist, legs in a V-shape against Therod’s torso with the ankles bobbing in the air behind his head. That huge ass of his swung into the air and crashed into her hips, driving that massive fuck stick to its absolute with Herculean ease. A snarl bared his fangs with pleasure. Manly snorts flared his nostrils, bringing tufts of wind that beat off Celia and tickled Daniel’s face.

The flummoxed human arched his head away from the debauchery and let out a guttural sound. “Unnnnghhhhhh?”

Therod’s wild humps came to a stop. Both lovers’ heads turned in unison.

“Oh, huhhhhh… You’re awake,” panted Celia.

“Good,” grunted Therod. “We worried that you might’ve been down for the count.”

Daniel’s eyes darted between them both. He knew he should’ve been furious, but confusion rang supreme. “What… What happened?” He looked around and saw the quaint bedroom around him, complete with hearth and the enormous bed he occupied. “Where are we?”

“Ah! You like it?” asked an unusually proud Therod, currently knot-deep in Celia’s cunt. “This is the inn I told you about. Best room they had. We paid a pretty price for it, but that was nothing from our haul.”

“The haul?”

Therod split a toothy grin. “At least 300 in gold, and that’s a low estimate.” He nodded over his shoulder. “Look and see for yourself.”

Daniel hesitated, if just because it was so strange being told that by a man mid-coitus. Daniel struggled to sit up and peer over the foot of the bed where he saw sacks laden with currency and golden trinkets sprawled about with a fancy, if tarnished, glimmer.

His heart fluttered at the sight of it. “Whoa…”

“We were fortunate the trap you walked into was the last before the treasure chamber,” Celia said, her voice sounding distant from beneath the wolf inside her.

Daniel’s heart sank. “I… ran into a trap?”

“Knocked you out cold,” she said. “Afraid we had lost you, but you were just asleep. We’re grateful for that.”

“Aye. A fine payday you’ve landed us. You’ve earned every part of your share.”

Daniel turned his head to ask how long he had been out, but was silenced by the sight of their conjoined sexes. There was Therod’s rocky rump and portly backsack which draped over a startlingly red and veiny dog knot. It was pressed to Celia’s flower, having juiced her for a thickish clot of pussy cream which stuck to the fur and reeked most pleasantly. Her rosy pink tailhole was stretched free of its wrinkles just south, winking at the human with an involuntary flex. Daniel’s tummy flipped, and he quickly looked away.

“You couldn’t have waited?” he growled softly.

“No,” Celia admitted with a smile on her voice. “You heard us in the crypt. We were at each other’s loins as soon as the door closed behind us.”

“And you just… tossed me on the bed beside you?” He thought of his limp, unconscious body slumped over Therod’s shoulder like some caught bounty.

“Well, I didn’t toss you,” said Therod. “I laid you down and made sure you were comfortable.”

“And then you started fucking,” Daniel said.

“Yes,” they both said in near unison.

The blood rushed into Daniel’s ears. His jaw clenched as the rage he’d experienced in the crypt bubbled right back to the surface. “After what I shouted at you, you started fucking next to me while I slept…” Saying it aloud lit a fury like he couldn’t contain. His hands went to the side of his head, gripping at the madness. He actually laughed, laughter that came from the brink of sanity. “I can’t believe it. You two are wild! Inconceivable! I’ve never encountered such barbarics in anyone ever!” He whipped his head back at them and saw them staring in that same position. “All you do is fuck! And right around me like it’s nothing! Doesn’t that bother you? It never occurred to either of you how uncouth that is???”

There was silence as the two beastkin shared a look. “We may have prodded you a bit,” Celia finally said.

Daniel scoffed. “Oh, is that how you’d put it?”

“We don’t get it,” she went on. “We’ve never seen anyone so livid about something like this. Not all humans are this sensitive, are they?”

Daniel didn’t want to think of himself as sensitive. “That hardly matters. I find it so bizarre you two would fuck and bare yourselves so brazenly.”

“And it’s bizarre of you to come here and act so appalled. You aren’t the first human we’ve worked with,” Therod said, again so casually while entrenched in a woman. “We wanted to see how flustered you’d get, but even this is surprising. Why?”

Why? He asks why? Daniel turned around again and crossed his arms. He noticed for the first time that he had an erection. It poked into the spot where his cum had dried from masterbating the other day. “I just… I’ve never…” His face was on fire. His throat was in a vice. “I’ve never fucked before.”

Deafening silence.

“You what?” asked Celia.

Daniel hung his head, regretting what he said. “You heard me. To have it done around me so brazenly… It frustrates me. It… It burns me with envy.” Heavens, I’m pathetic.

He could practically hear the astounded look Celia and Therod shared. Suddenly there was a shift in the mattress accompanied by a gross schlick sound. A great mass settled on Daniel’s left as Therod sat on the foot of the bed. At last Daniel saw that enormous breeding tool in all its glory, a thunderously red rocket flared into a spearpoint, soaked in Celia’s creamy white brew.

“Can’t say I expected that,” said the warrior, his cock throbbing in agreement. “How old are you?”

Daniel gulped. No point in lying. “24.”

Celia had rolled off the bed and came strolling around in front of the human, a trail of thickish arousal drooling from her pussy lips. She fell into a squat in front of him and laid a matronly paw in his lap.

“24 and you’ve never experienced the flesh of a companion. I wish you’d told us sooner.”

Daniel blushed hard. His nose twinged at the surrounding smell of sex. Celia’s paw was within reach of his cock, making it twinge. “It was hardly pertinent to say.”

“We were hoping you’d ask to join us,” Therod said.

Daniel looked at him, surprised. “You did?”

“Aye,” said Celia. She began swimming her paw down his thigh, electrifying him. “It was either that or we’d continue having fun getting you all flustered. We heard you pleasing yourself to us fucking on the trail.”

Daniel fell into a pit of embarrassment. “Oh.”

“You’re not very quiet,” Therod joked. “We have ears, you know, and noses that can smell cum on a man’s robe.”

Daniel squirmed. “I suppose I could’ve been more inconspicuous.”

“Nor are you now,” Celia said. She grabbed his robe and pulled it up his legs until it was bunched against his tummy, leaving his penis to stand free and proud.

Daniel’s stomach churned, but he didn’t resist. “I can’t help it,” he choked. “Being around you two ignites something in me I cannot douse.” He could not help but eye Therod’s giant phallus and note the deficit in size between them. It made him throb all the same.

A purr rolled out of Celia. “Then why don’t you let us douse it for you~”

A lump in his throat which he tried and failed to gulp away. His heart hammered in his ears and the red of his face became uniform. “You… You two would do that?”

“Daniel, please. What do you think?” Celia said, her paw creeping up Daniel’s thigh towards his pecker.

Something fell on his shoulder, scaring the daylights out of him until he realized it was Therod’s massive paw gripping and rubbing him affectionately. “Why don’t you just relax and let us take care of you?”

Daniel could feel just how gruff and experienced those paw pads were even as they rubbed him through his robe. A queasy smile pulled at his lips. “Y-y-yeah. That sounds…” He gulped. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Good,” said Therod who promptly clutched the back of Daniel’s robe and yanked it all the way off of him. It was tossed aside like the useless garment it had become, leaving the human all pale and naked on the bed between two brick walls of horny, tail-wagging beastkin. The breath caught in his lungs as the cool bedroom air kissed his tummy and buttocks, generating a wave of gooseprickles that made his nipples hard. A glassy tear of precum bled from his cock slit, oozing down the shaft at the same time Celia rose to her feet in front of him, bringing those beautifully budded tits eye level with him. Daniel’s eyes crossed in their sockets as Celia mounted the bed on her knees, straddling the lad by his lap with that yawning, sodden pussy hovering but a few inches above his pillar. A wall of soft, pliable cheetah tummy consumed his vision. With it was a symphony of smells, all of flesh and woman, melting the brain and making his mouth water. He looked up at her to see her smiling coyly.

“Go ahead,” Therod said into his ear. “Touch her. She wants you to.”

That much was obvious, and yet Daniel’s shaky mitts hesitated during their rise towards her chest. Celia helped him the rest of the way, gently taking hold of his wrists and laying them palm-first on her breasts.

The iciest shiver of delight rippled through Daniel’s arms, originating from the tickle of her underbelly fur and the tickling prod of her teats into his palms. He sat there shaking like a leaf, the mere realization that he was touching a woman’s tits drawing him to the edge of busting.

“Oh, good heavens…”

A soft chuckle from Celia. She rolled his hands around into idiosyncratic orbits. “Like it, Daniel boy?”

He laughed weakly. “Y-yes.”

“Mmmm, so do I. Now wait until I do this~” She reached beneath herself with one paw and held his penis. Daniel gasped, then looked down to watch her steady his pole and come down on it. Searing hot woman flesh landed on his summit, squishing the petals in until the pressure split them around his girth, blanketing it in tight, quivering love.

That was it for Daniel. “Hyeeeeuuuuuugh~~~!!!” In the bliss of a lifetime he spat into her quim, having barely been absorbed to the mid-shaft. His head threw back with that boyish cry, his innocence lost in just a few thigh-jittering pumps. It was a flood of every feeling good and remorseful, sapping the strength from his core and making him slump back into the bed as his hips began jerking up into the woman he’d surrendered to. His horribly flushed face was open in an expression akin to anguish, much unlike the flood of joy which glowed out his cock tip and made him weep.

Celia cooed in appreciation, a happy jitter rattling her cheetah tail. “Ohhhhhh, that’s it, sweetie~ Mmmmmmmmm… That’s what I wanted~” She swam her claws around his tummy, soothing him through the sobs.

Therod patted his chest. “Atta boy. Don’t worry about it. My first time went much the same.”

Daniel fought to control himself through the euphoria. Tears warped his vision and tickled down the sides of his head, wetting the sheet beneath him. “Huhhhh! Huh… Fuck… Heavens… I’m alright. I’m alright. Huhhhh… Fuck…” He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Shame stabbed at him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“What’s there to be sorry for?” Celia said. She laid herself on him, booping her cold kitty nose to his and blanketing his vision with her pretty face. “You gave exactly what I wanted. I can feel it inside me.”

Daniel felt it too, his molten seed sloshing about her cavity and exiting around his rapidly deflating pecker. The latter sloughed out of her with a lazy flop, letting loose a hot slag of cum which he felt fall back on him with a gross belch.

He shivered. “I… Thank you. That… Ohhh… That was incredible.” He hugged her tightly, savoring the warmth of her belly fur against him. He gave her a tiny kiss, that which she returned.

“How sweet of you,” Therod said from what sounded like a distance. “But don’t you forget about me, lad.”

Suddenly, Celia rolled off of him. Therod climbed off the bed and turned to face the human, that colossal dick swinging ahead of him like a dangerous battering ram. It aimed at Daniel menacingly, that singular dillhole like the muzzle of a howitzer. A thickish tear of precum drooled from it, already a soft milky color from the exercise with Celia. The wolf smirked down at the human, a calm demeanor belying the need to fuck Daniel through the mattress.

“I’ve seen the way you stare, Daniel boy. Why don’t you come and make yourself acquainted?”

Daniel’s insides did a dance and his asshole puckered. Propped on his elbows, it was some survival instinct that told him to leave, but it was the resurging fire in his loins and the smell of Therod’s loins that drew him in. He gave Celia an uncertain look.

“Don’t look at me,” she said incredulously. “You know what you want to do with it, not me.”

Indeed, Daniel knew exactly what he wanted to do, what had flashed in his mind like an errant thunderbolt every time he gazed at the wolf warrior’s crotch. Gulping, he sat up and pivoted on his knees, bringing himself to his fours in front of that leviathan sex organ to make an altar of it. He stared down its barrel, mouth hung open, salivating at the raunchy cock musk which had ebbed its way into his throat. Beyond the flare of Therod’s warhead was that mighty knot muscle and the fuzzy sheathe which had shrunken to make way for it all. Those nuts hung heavy in their purse, wet with perspiration and raunchy with stink.

Daniel went face first into it all, aiming his gently parted maw at the tip until he met it with a precious kiss. Chu. Saline cock juice slipped into his mouth, flooding it with a taste as masculine as it was coppery. A violent chill swept the human as he landed another smooch, heavier this time, then another, then another before his jaw fell enough to consume the head.

“Ulp…”

A long sigh huffed through Therod’s nose, washing across Daniel’s naked back. “Atta boy, Daniel. Mmmm, that’s what I like.”

So did Daniel, his tiny moans and whimpers a sign of that. “Mm. Mmm. Mmmmmm…” His cheeks imploded, pulling his lips to the shape of Therod’s girth. There was a suckle, then a gentle bob of the head which glided forth for as far as Daniel’s mouth could take it. Broiling cock flesh pulsed and swelled atop his tongue, bleeding forth a decadent cock milk that overwhelmed the senses and revitalized Daniel’s erection. A big, fleshy paw came down and caressed the human’s head, sweeping away the soft brown bangs which had fallen in front of his eyes so that Therod could see them. The wolf rewarded Daniel with a hefty throb of his cock muscle, tensing against the tongue and levying more precum from the tip. Daniel paused to swallow it before tracking his gaze upwards to meet Therod’s, seeing the wolf’s grizzled face looking down at him through the valley between his pecs.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck~” grumbled Therod.

“How’s he doing?” Celia asked. She was on her back, fingering herself to the sight of the two men getting along.

“Wonderfully. Better than you, I’d say.”

Celia giggled. “Good for him.”

Embarrassment made Daniel choke. He retreated from Therod’s pole, his lips coming off with a wet mwop! Strands of spittle split off his panting mouth and the cock tip he’d glazed in drool.

“Hahhhhh… Fuck…” Once his breath his back he returned with a smooch on the flank of the shaft, descending it with a kiss on every inch until he had a faceful of hot, dense dog knot. It mushed into his face, hard and vascular like a bicep, and it hadn’t even burst yet. Daniel’s small pink tongue ran tiny circles against its gummy surface with the occasional kiss in between.

“Damn, Daniel. If I had known you wanted it this badly I would’ve given it to you much sooner.”

Daniel, his face burning, came off with a huff. “Sorry. Sorry…”

“No, don’t apologize. Don’t stop either. I’ve got a pair of nuts for you to huff, boy. You ought to get to it.”

Daniel obeyed, diving into the mephitis and inhaling it greedily with his hands on Therod’s quads. He tickled his snout on the fuzz of Therod’s sheathe, sweeping the tongue inside the skin and bulging it. His whole head went under the cock, cradling it with his forehead so that he could get a noseful of Therod’s sack. Those titanic orbs split across the bridge of his nose with a turgid weight and spicy smell that buzzed his brain with happy chemicals. One nad went into his mouth, pulled on its cord by the gentlest suck.

Therod bit his lip. A hearty growl rumbled out of him. “Now that you’ve had your taste, are you ready to get fucked?”

Daniel nearly forgot there was a man attached to all that dick. He retreated and looked up at the wolf with a face glistening in ball sweat. “Y-you’re going to fuck me?”

Therod cocked an eyebrow. “If you’ll let me. You’ve teased me something awful, human. Now I feel like reaping my reward.” He stroked his dick with one paw, leering it at Daniel’s face.

Daniel gasped. Naturally, his sphincter tightened and his guts twisted. “Oh heavens…”

Celia sat up behind him and laid a soothing paw on his back. “It’s alright. I’ll help you through it. That cock is nothing to be afraid of once it's inside you.”

Easier said than done. Daniel had secretly imagined that fuckstick rearranging his guts, but now that he shared personal space with it things seemed much less plausible. “I… I’ll try,” he said.

Therod split a toothy grin. “Good boy. Now, on your back. Open those legs.”

Daniel gulped. What have I gotten myself into? The best day of his life, that’s what. He obeyed as calmly as he could, trying not to tremble too obviously as he sat up and then flopped on his back. As soon as he did, Therod grabbed him by the ankles and jerked him closer, whooshing the small human across the sheet until his shriveled man purse sat below Therod’s giant wolf cock. A tiny squeak escaped him, and his pink tail star clenched hard. An involuntary struggle yielded nothing against the warrior’s grip, so calloused and strong around his pale and powerless ankles.

“Ohhh… Oh dear…”

“Relax.” That was Celia. She slid up to him from above his head, laying her chest against his scalp so that one soft breast laid on his forehead, tickling him with the divinely soft fuzz. A paw ran a circle on his chest. “Breathe. Just relax.”

Daniel tried his best, but could not wean from the mighty tremble that took hold of his insides. “Whooooo… Hahhhh… Alright… I’m trying…”

Therod let go of one ankle to grab his rod instead. “Here it comes~” He bent at the knees, bringing his cock in line with Daniel’s back door and then pressing on it. A sharp jolt ripped up Daniel’s spine, eliciting a gasp. His buttocks clenched, squeezing around that hot, drooling cock tip. “Easy,” Therod said.

“Hah! Sorry! Sorry…”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” hushed Celia, the tips of her claws drawing gooseprickles across the skin.

Daniel breathed some more and untensed. Therod made a slow push, first sinking into the flesh of that taut portal and then spreading it. A great pressure took hold of Daniel, increasing with every sliver of fat wolf cock he absorbed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh~!” A little more and he swallowed the head. It brought a rush of bliss once it grinded past that sensitive boyspot, what spiked Daniel’s moan into an extra feminine octave.

The human moaned and whimpered. The warrior fucking him let out a long sigh. “Hooooooo, that’s nice. I love a virgin’s pot.” The paw on his dick went back to Daniel’s ankle, gripping it as he continued a steady plunge into Daniel’s tight, burning insides.

Daniel hid his beet-red face in Celia’s cleavage, muffling his whimpers with her chest fur. “Hmmmmm! Fffffffgh! Unhhhhhhhhhh~!”

Celia gasped her admiration. “Ohhhh, look at that. So good, isn’t it?”

Daniel’s face was scrunched against her tit. “Mmmhmmm…”

“Yeah~ Give it to him, Therod.”

The wolf’s jaw was hung open in a pleasure-contorted grimace. “Mmmm, I am. Boy’s nice and tight. Whooo…” More of that scarlett piston vanished into Daniel’s hole, sunken in where the sphincter choked it desperately. The dull shape of Therod’s cock head grew from Daniel’s pelvis and reached for the navel as a pointed bulge, stopping once the knot was pressed into Daniel’s buttocks. “Fuck, that’s terrific,” Therod growled. His tail wagged hard, whooshing through the air.

“Oh, look at that~” cooed Celia. The paw rubbing Daniel’s chest fingered that knob in his tummy, able to feel the contours of Therod’s hammer head even through the layer of flesh which coddled it.

Daniel was in heaven, trapped between the loving softness of a woman and the awesome jut of a stud. Fierce emotions like euphoria and embarrassment made his inner thighs spasm and his tummy implode. It felt like he’d been fucked to the gut, everything below that glowing with a paralyzing delight. His face slid from Celia’s chest to look down at himself and spot Celia’s paw rubbing the bulge in his belly. There was the tall and mighty Therod between his open legs, pasted to Daniel’s bum, a gritted smirk on the warrior’s face.

Daniel whimpered pitifully. “Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuck~”

“How is it, mage?” asked Therod.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmf…”

“I thought so, and I haven’t even started fucking you.” Therod’s hips drew backwards, withdrawing his missile and bulging the silo until it all came crashing back in one solid hump.

Whumpf.

Daniel’s spine snapped into an arch, whipping his face back into Celia’s chest and letting out a muffled cry. It hadn’t finished before he was being fucking in earnest, that fat wolf knot battering his cheeks and sending ripples up his thigh.

Plup! Plup! Plup! Plup! Plup! Plup!

Daniel soared on a cloud powered by the bliss in his loins. Womanly cries rolled out of him, muffled and unmuffled as he would roll his face this way and that, in and out of Celia’s bosom.

“HUHHH! OH FUCK! HAHHHH! MMMMMM! OHHHHH! OHHH-MMMMMMM~!”

And Therod was going easy on him, employing only half his length and at a median tempo. “That’s it, boy. Hnnnnnnnnnn~ Let me hear you moan on this dick.” A predatory growl rumbled out of the wolf. “Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-aaahhhhhhh~”

Celia stayed quiet, having gone back to rubbing Daniel’s chest and dearly afflicted stomach. She laid her palm on that cock bulge as it would jam itself up under the navel, rudely shoving everything out of its way and plundering Daniel’s virgin boyspot. She reached for his penis and held it by the fingertips, allowing Therod’s humps to bring it through her gasp. Long tendrils of precum splurged out, wetting Celia’s paw and the chub of Daniel’s belly.

Therod bore a terrific snarl. “Ohhhhhh, fuck. Going to cum soon.” His warm-up with Celia had taken its toll already. Daniel’s tighter bottom wouldn’t let him last very long. “You ready, boy?”

Daniel answered truthfully. “HYEEEUUUUUUUUGHHH~~~!!!”

“Hnnnnnnnn, alright~” Therod thundered towards the finish.

Plap. Plap. Plap. PLAP. PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-

The rude sex sounds and Daniel’s cries were rolled over by a great roar, then a howl, as Therod let rip his seed in one Wagnerian heave. The knot jammed against Daniel’s hole, parting it into a gnarly gape in the moment before it vanished with a wet, squishy pop! The knot spasmed into something huge, swelling Daniel’s asshole with close to half that Jovian dog muscle hanging out. Out spewed a flood of cum ropes into Daniel’s guts, a warm, molten love to vanquish what remained of the human’s innocence.

Daniel came hard. His squeals were cut into silence by the exploding pain-pleasure that ripped through his bum around that bursted knot. His own climax spat out onto his tummy in a series of lazy gushes leaving a row of nectarine pearlescence. His body thrashed and bounced, stopping at the same time his voice returned as a high-pitched yowl.

“Theeeeeeeere we go~” chimed Celia, rubbing out the rest of Daniel’s cum for him. “That’s what I wanted to see. Good job, you two~”

Therod was fighting through the ecstasy with a heaving chest. “Hahhh… Hooooo… Fucking incredible. Mmmmm… All the credit goes to him, I say. Heavens…” He looked down at where his knot was buried. “We might be tied for a while. I don’t see this going down anytime soon. Are you alright, Daniel?”

The human’s eyes had untethered from one another. His jaw was slack while the odd twitch pulled at his hamstrings. “Nnnnnnnnnnn…”

“I think you fucked his brains out,” Celia joked.

“A shame. I would’ve liked to see him try with you again.”

Celia hummed as she dipped a finger in Daniel’s cum. “I think he’s more than satisfied already.”

“Ahhh, good. He’s earned it.” Therod let go of Daniel’s legs and laid atop the comatose human, taking him to his chest and cradling his head carefully. Daniel was blanketed in warm, fluffy wolf until Therod rolled onto his side, facing Celia. She came scooting over and hugged the human from behind, sandwiching him in their embrace. She nuzzled the soft of his neck while Therod lapped the sweat off his forehead with some sweet doggy kisses.

It would be a while until Daniel’s thoughts would come back to him. Beyond the numbness in his legs and the great ache in his bum there was a brick wall of fur and muscle in front of him and something lighter, daintier at his back. Cold noses and warm tongues cradled his features. Much like when he had first woken up in that bedroom, he didn’t know where he was or how he got there. All he knew was how good he felt, that he was safe, and that he was where he belonged.

He buried his face in Therod’s shrub of chest fur, concealing the tiniest smile.

* * *

Two months later

“So if we break west at the river, we’ll get there quicker?” Therod asked.

“That’s what I’m thinking,” said Celia. “I looked at the map and that’s what makes the most sense.”

“Nnnnn…”

“And where’d you buy that map?”

“I didn’t. Some old codger with one eye gave it to me at the side of the road.”

“Ohhhh! Hahhh…”

Therod cocked an eyebrow. “And you trusted him?”

Celia shrugged. “It’s the best lead we’ve had in a while. If it doesn’t lead to anything, then it doesn’t lead to anything.”

“Huh! Fuck…”

“I’m not worried about it leading to nothing. I’m worried about it leading us into trouble.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. There’s nothing out here you can’t handle.”

“Ffffffffffffffffffggghhhhhhh~”

“Doesn’t mean I want to encounter any of it. Just because I’ve handled everything so far doesn't mean I can handle everything.”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.You’ve got us to help you. Right Daniel?”

Daniel’s face was buried in her shoulder. He was flat on top of her, between her open legs, stark naked like her and the man fucking him. Therod’s massive paws were on the bedroll on both sides of them. His huge butt would swing into the air with that giant fuck stick drawing from Daniel’s bum and then returning with a fluid hump. Daniel was perfectly still, allowing Therod’s thrusts to power his own into Celia.

“Hnnnnnnnnnnghhhhh, fuck~” was the mage’s answer. Could he register anything beyond the sweet cunt grip around his pecker and what stretched his ass to a blissful degree, he would’ve answered in the affirmative. On his fourth journey with his comrades, he’d proven himself the most adept trap breaker. More than accustomed to the beastkins’ nudity, he found himself just as bare just as often. More so, he bonded with their flesh at every opportunity. That was more than frequent with their insatiable sex drive,, but Daniel didn’t complain.

Celia giggled and kissed his cheek. “See? I told you.”

Therod smiled. “Glad to have you two at my side.”

So was Daniel.

THE END