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“Alp had returned to his Master at last."

A tenday had passed, and still no word came from the Jade Palace that the Emperor was prepared to meet with the visiting Saint, the Monarch of East Island engaged in some sort of power play by making Raphael and his Pets wait. At least, that is how Raine had explained it to the group, and to Alp it sounded as nonsensical as all of the politics his Master was now embroiled in. In his eyes, and the eyes of many Monsters, this nonsense world was a very simple one, a place in which the strong had the right to dominate the weak, the worthy ruled and all others had only to bow. And his Master was the strongest and worthiest of all! The best Pack Alpha! The best Leader!

His tail wagged as his fervour grew. Who was this Dragon who thought that he was better than Master? If he tried to hurt Master, then Alp would rip him in half! If he said so much as a bad word, then the Wolfman would tear out his tongue! He imagined some shadowy figure insulting Raphael and was consumed by the fantasy of it. That bastard! How dare he say such a thing! Didn't he know that Master was the greatest? Master would never lose to anyone!

Alp stomped around his small room, growling to himself in imitation of Raphael's monologues, “I'll beat up anyone that dares cross Master! And then Master will pat me on the head and call me a Good Boy! And then he'll let me hold on to him until I get the warm feeling in my chest! And then I'll raise my tail like a loyal Bitch should! And then he'll hold on to me while I fall asleep! Master is the greatest! Awoo!"

It was rare to get a howl from the Wolfman, but worked up as he was, Alp was unable to help himself, soon sublimating the noise into another growl, “But, Master has a new Bitch. With three heads! And a cunt! What if she gives him puppies!? Will Master forget about me!? He said that he wouldn't, but he spends so much more time with the Lizard since she had his egg!" His rumble became a whimper, “What if someone else becomes Master's favourite?"

“These damned females!" Alp scowled, continuing to pace back and forth, “They're all the same! Even Kali! They think just because they have cunts, and they can give Master puppies, they're better than me! I'll show them! I won't lose! I'll win the Wife Wars! I'll be the top Bitch! Then, Master will cuddle me and say nice things and stroke my fur and call me Good Boy even more! I just need to find a way to give him puppies!" He threw up his hands in frustration, “How the fuck do I do that!?"

The universe was quick to answer, with a rather curt knock at the sliding door, “Ahem. Excuse me? Sir Wolfman? Are you quite alright? You're being rather loud… May I come in?"

“Yes." His gravelly voice was an affirmative. Alp didn't mind more males in the Monster Harem. Hiro could be beaten into the place of a lesser Bitch, and this Harengon was appropriately servile. They each fell in to a neatly defined corner of the Pack in his mind, and it made him comfortable to have his view of the world affirmed.

The door shifted to reveal Hideki on his knees. Very few Monster races bothered with clothes – though an argument could be made that some (like Kali) really should. Harengon were one such race, and the bunny was clad in the almost archetypal chainmail and cloth gi of a Ninja. He slipped inside, and fell to his knees again to close the door. To Alp it made no sense at all why he didn't just stay standing, but these East Island people were a confusing lot.

“Ahem." Hideki cleared his throat, seating himself on a pillow, “You… certainly love Master."

A huff in turn, the mighty Wolfman sweeping his claws through the air before dropping onto a pillow as well, “Of course I do! Master is the best! I think about Master all the time! I hate when I can't smell him nearby!" Alp grumbled conspiratorially, “We need to do something about these cocky females. They're trying to force us out by giving Master puppies! We have to stop them!"

The Harengon nodded slowly, “You say that Master spends more time doting on the females which have given him offspring? Yes. The honoured Beastlord does seem the type to invest himself in fatherhood. This does reduce the amount of time that he can spend with his submissive males…" He set his fingers to his chin, “What troublesome news. I hoped to be fucked hard and often by our Master…"

“Yeah! You understand!" Alp was pleased to have found an ally, “Bravura is smart, but he won't help. And Hiro is smart too, but he's still pretending he's not a Vixen! I don't know what to do!"

“Well, Sir Wolfman… how about removing their advantage?"

“I don't want to hurt them or anything. They belong to Master! And I like Kali! She's my second favourite person in the world!" He was quick to respond.

“Of course not. We should not damage Master's things." Hideki shook his head, and pressed his fingers together, “The Emperor takes great pains to suppress this knowledge, as it is by controlling their reproduction that he holds the Viper race as his thralls, but there are rumours of a potion to be found in the West Kingdom." He leaned forward, and the Wolfman did the same, “It is called the Serum of Sex Shift. One sip would make you a woman. And another sip returns you to manhood. You could perhaps join the side of the enemy long enough to bear Master some puppies, yes?"

His eyes widened, “I could… I could be a breeding Bitch for Master!?"

The Harengon nodded, “Perhaps, Sir Wolfman. If that would please you." Hideki righted himself, “Of course, it is only a rumour. So please do not set your expectations too high. But, I can believe it, for the West Kingdom is filled with all sorts of esoterica and obscurities. When I journeyed there on behalf of Prince Rush, I even saw a flying ship!"

Alp narrowed his eyes, reason catching up with him, and he took a moment to carefully assess the Ninja, “You seem a tricky sort… but not a liar."

A smile came in turn, “I am pleased to hear you say that, Sir Wolfman. Your friend, the Manticore, quite despises me. Sneaky and pedantic and boring, she calls me. I cannot imagine why."

The Wolfman could. But he held his tongue.

“Now, if you will excuse me, honoured Bitch of the Pack…" He bowed his head, “I must find the Lady Dia to discuss Master's training. Sir Beastlord has very nearly mastered her Skill – and his Evocation Magic has also become quite adequate!" Another bow, “Oh, and as it is your turn with Master tonight, do have a good time, Sir Wolfman."

The Harengon was soon gone, and Alp alone. A Serum of Sex Shift? It sounded ludicrous, but offered a glimmer of hope for winning the Wife Wars. It wouldn't be like he was going to be a female forever! Just until he bore his Master some puppies… He swallowed and leaned back. What would it feel like to have a cunt? The Wolfman mused. Well, when he raised his tail for his Master, he was playing the part of the female already, so to be a Bitch in full would simply be a deepening of that submission, right?

He sighed softly, relaxing into the cushion beneath him and setting the weight of his upper body against the wall as he reclined. Yes. Submission was good. He was Master's Bitch, after all. Submission is what he was for! And if the mere scent of his Master's essence was enough to drive him to a full body-wracking orgasm, then imagine the bliss of feeling his seed pour into a womb!

Another swallow. And Alp looked down to observe a little crimson peeking from the thick bark-brown fur which concealed his sheath. Fuck. His thoughts were still running away with him and the Wolfman continued to muse. His chest had always been very sensitive. Three rows of nipples. How satisfying would it be for the topmost pair to be the full breasts of a female? It felt amazing to have them played with already, but how pleasurable would it be if he had as much to fondle as Kali?

Alp gave a slight huff, finding that his maleness had emerged almost as far as the knot, and his ears lowered in the canine equivalent of a blush. Why was the thought of being Master's woman so arousing? He closed his eyes and he imagined it. More than Master's Bitch. Master's Mate. Pregnant with his puppies. Curled up in Master's bed. Master! Master! Master!

His eyes opened to find his cock hard against his abdomen, leaking precum into his fur and throbbing. Alp had never masturbated before, and while under [Tame] knew that it was futile, for he would not orgasm without the touch of Raphael. But he could not help seizing his maleness and clumsily pumping his hand up and down, a soft whining moan in his throat.

Master would probably have no aversion to calling him his Mate even as a male if he requested it, but a good Mate should give their Alpha a litter of puppies, shouldn't they? Maybe two litters. Would giving birth hurt? If it was for Master, it would be worth it. Alp rolled his hips, fucking his palm, panting softly. How long would it take after his first litter before Master could knock him up with another one? Would the second time be easier?

Females didn't seem to like being fucked under the tail quite as much. Except for the vermin, and that rat only did it because it was the only way that she could take all of Master's cock! Would it feel as good to take Master in his pussy as a female as it did beneath his tail as a male? If he was a little bit smaller and more feminine, then could Master bite his throat more roughly in the way that he liked?

His breath caught, a small squirt of precum wetting his thumb and spread along the length of his canine shaft. The pregnancy of the Deathclaw had scarcely been noticed, but as a Wolfman he'd be gravid, with a litter in his belly which could not be denied. How would it feel to be fucked by his Master while pregnant? Of course, Master would be nice and gentle. But how deep would the submission be to feel the weight of his progeny rocked back and forth while mated?

Alp whimpered. If not for [Tame], he would have reached orgasm some time ago, but he simply could not stop, his cock now slick with precum, knot engorged, the fur of his abdomen slightly matted. Which was the greater act of submission? The grander demonstration of his devotion? To bear the puppies of his Master as a female, or to raise his tail and be mated, futile, as a male? Which of these options made him the truer Bitch? What would make the warm feeling in his chest he felt when Master was around burn even hotter? Did Master feel it too? Raphael had called it 'Love'.

Yes. That must be what he was feeling. This mysterious affliction which had invaded his thoughts and put his Master at the heart of every good one. Master looked so happy playing with little Bowie. How happy would he be if Alp gave him a litter or two? How deep would the satisfaction be if he were Master's Bitch in body as well as mind? A submissive breeding female. Would it be even better than being a submissive faggot of a male? He must know! He must make the fantasy real, however ephemeral the dream!

So absorbed in his delusions he was that Alp didn't notice the approaching presence beyond the door until it slid open. There was no time to dwell on things any further. His Master had returned to his room.

And found there his loyal Wolfman, legs splayed, cock hard in hand, misty eyed, panting, and his expression one of profound need…

“Maaaaaassssssteeeeeerrrrrr!"

Raphael took a deep breath, and forcibly exhaled. Today had been a trying one, crowned with the frustration of being right at the brink of mastering Dia's skill, but not quite there, falling at the final wall as each attempt sapped his stamina and heaped fatigue upon his shoulders. But he smiled at the sight of his loyal Bitch laid out for him, exactly as he needed, and in that mighty huff he regulated his breathing as he would at the end of a long run. The siren song of his pining Alp drew him into the room, and the Beastlord immediately cast aside the towel he'd wrapped himself in after his quick post-training dunk in the springs.

“[Don't] stop on my account." He'd seen Alp needy and desperate before, but never found the Wolfman with his cock in his hand, the sight deliciously erotic. It revitalised him completely, blowing away his fatigue and replacing it with a hunger of his own, “It's always reassuring to open my door and find my Bitch waiting for me, tail wagging for his Master. Good boy."

“Master!" His knotted cock throbbed, reacting to his presence, his scent, the sound of his voice, the 'good boy' he so craved, “Master!" The pale human with his steely eyes was approaching, his owner, the person he loved, “Master!" His hips bucked, and he whined desperately, Raphael kneeling beside him and relaxing to watch his Wolfman at play, “Please!"

The Beastlord surveyed him, running through his options. How did he want Alp tonight? While he adjusted his expectations as a Master to match each one of his Pets, the Wolfman always seemed to find the greatest joy in simply being used for his pleasure. He would not need to indulge the rape-play of Hiro, or the cascade of orders that Raine found such pleasure in, or tame the brat of Kali. So long as he framed each of his motions as a dominant act in line with the position of an Alpha, he could get away with just about anything with his Wolfman.

Dia had complained to him that he didn't seem to have much in the way of his own preferences when it came to sex, but there was a satisfaction in his facilitation of his Pets, the changing of how he topped each of them with what they most liked. By that standard, he was simply fulfilling his role as their Master, as worthy as the person that the Cerberus was pushing him to be.

But now was not the time for deep thoughts on the philosophy of Mastery.

“[Stop]." His decision made, he brought their masturbation to an end, “[Cross] your wrists behind your back. Keep your knees [Spread] wide." His orders were forceful, and the Beastlord used them to leave Alp exposed and vulnerable, reclining against the wall in a half-seated posture, his forearms pressed to the small of his back behind him and his leaking cock on display.

Raphael positioned himself between their legs, his Pet whining softly. He'd always been quite fascinated by this canine masculinity, a spire of crimson emerging from the thick crotch fur which afforded the males of the Wolfman race some modicum of modesty. He did nothing but place his hands on their thighs, just above the knees, and asked his question, “What were you thinking of while you were fucking your palm, Bitch? [Answer]."

It was a query which met an unexpectedly intense level of resistance from the Bitch, and his expression turned ponderous as he watched Alp fight against the absolute power of [Tame] in an effort to not reveal his fantasy. But, an Apex Ability could not be denied, and words streamed from his throat unbidden, “I imagined…" Alp snarled, “Being Master's woman..." His cock throbbed as he revisited the thought, “Bearing puppies for Master…" He swallowed, a bead of precum pearling at the tip of his maleness, “Master mating me while I was pregnant…"

Alp looked truly humiliated, their expression one of complete shame. But their desperately straining maleness told another story. Without the context of Hideki's exposition, it seemed to Raphael to simply be an evolution of his Bitch's ardent desire to submit to him, Alp taking one step further as a submissive male, his Pet, his whore, his slut, his most loyal Bitch – into the realms of feminisation. Those thigh-highs had indeed been something of a slippery slope if this is what they had led to!

The Wolfman whined, and in the mind of the Beastlord, an idea formed, arriving as an impulsive response to an unexpected fantasy, “Tonight then, Alp. You're going to be my female." It was an obvious game to play, and an indulgence of this newly presented kink seemed to be a natural next step for the submissive surrender of his Bitch. As the Master, he always did his best to accommodate his Pets, after all. But in truth, the depravity of it was intoxicating, and Raphael found himself revelling in the sensation of power which came with it. His fingers squeezed at their thighs, and he committed to the illusion, “What are Bitches for inside a Wolfman pack, Alp? [Answer]."

“Breeding, Master." He moaned softly, “Only the Alpha can breed the females." He had the right to fuck the males too, dominating them with violence and humiliating them with brutal sex, but that went unsaid, “Bitches are for fucking and for birthing."

Raphael hummed his approval at their answer, “What's between your legs, Bitch? [Answer]."

“That's-“ A slight gasp, “My cock, Master."

The Beastlord shook his head, “No. Males have cocks. You're a female, Alp." He grinned, “Call it a clit. [Say] it."

His maleness disgorged another bead of precum, “It's – my clit, Master! Females don't have cocks!"

“Good girl."

That's all it took. The proximity of his Master and those words, and that fantasy became his reality, illusion cloaked reason. Pleasure washed through his body, and his suggestible mind went white. Yes. It was his clit. It was his clit because his Master said so. He was a girl because his Master said so. It wasn't a cock that was straining against his abdomen and painting his chest with thick ropes of musky wolf cum, it was the gushing squirt of a needy Bitch's cunt.

Alp was by far the most excitable Pet, the only one of the Monster Harem which could be worked up enough to achieve a shuddering bitchgasm without any form of stimulation save for the voice and scent of his Master. Raphael never tired of watching them, for the Wolfman was unabashed in the display of intensity, his chest heaving as he panted out his need, cock jumping against his abdomen, undertail twitching, and whole body shaking with pleasure. His tongue would loll from his maw, his ears press down, and his expression was always one of such profound want. A truly enticing Bitch.

Here was a rare opportunity, and Raphael was keen to take advantage of it. He reached forth, his fingers tracing their shaft, slowly from base to tip. Alp would sometimes complain if his Master lowered himself to stimulating the lesser male in such a way, such actions ill befitting an Alpha, but what could he say now when it was no longer a cock but a clit? What could he do but growl through his teeth, and moan the pleasure of a submissive female?

There was a heat against his palm, a warmth to the masculinity which exceeded that of his other male Pets, and an aggressive crimson in colour. Perhaps a touch under ten inches in length, and girthy enough for him to struggle to close his fingers around, it throbbed in his grip as he applied pressure, slowly drawing his hand up and down the cum-slickened length. A good third of the cock was taken up by a large knot, a great bulge which expanded primarily to the sides, leaving only the topmost six inches or so available for actual fucking. The head was flat and angled, wet with precum which dripped down the length to be lost in thick groin fur which concealed their sheath and orbs.

Raphael continued to shift his hand back and forth, taking his time playing with the topmost section of their cock, spreading the slick of their orgasm along the length and using it to increase the pressure of his fingers and the speed of his motions, “How does that feel, Bitch?"

The Wolfman panted, “Good, Master!" His chest heaved, “My clit feels so good, Master!"

“Yes. This belongs to me…" He flexed his fingers to illustrate the point, drawing another moan from Alp, “This is the clit of a needy Bitch. That's your place in the Pack as a submissive female. All you have to do is part your legs and be a good breeding whore for your Alpha. What are you, Alp?"

“I'm…" His head swam in the fantasy, “I'm a breeding whore, Master. I want to have your puppies! Please breed me! Please fuck my Bitch womb and knock me up!" Alp moaned, the pitch of his voice heightening as he imagined what he might sound like as a female, “I'm all for you, Master! You're all I need! You're all I want! I want to give you puppies! I want to carry a litter for you!"

Raphael growled out a low approval, leaning over the submissive male and guiding their face into his shoulder to let Alp better breathe in his scent, “Good girl. I want you to close your eyes and imagine what you would look like pregnant…" His hand continued to stroke their cock, leveraging this new position carefully, “Big full breasts for me to play with. A swollen belly filled with puppies. When you raise your tail for me on elbows and knees, it would sway beneath you when I fuck you."

The Wolfman was shaking, lost in the fantasy, and the Beastlord continued to fuel it, “I'd have the fur of your crotch shorn down so I could better examine the cunt I'm fucking. And when you wear your leash for walks around the Holy City, I'd make sure you went out with your thighs wet with my seed. I want every Monster with a sense of smell to know that I'm the one that fucked a pregnancy into you. You're a breeding Bitch, Alp. A status symbol for the Alpha. You want to please your Alpha, don't you, Bitch?"

Alp bucked his hips, “I'll be a good breeding Bitch, Master! I'll show everyone that you're the best Alpha by being your obedient whore! All I want to do is be with you, Master! I want to raise my tail for you, and serve you, and be fucked by you, and cuddle with you, and sleep with you, and I love you so much I can't stand it! It feels so good to be your female, Master! Please – my clit – I'm-!"

More streams of white marred his bark-brown fur, and Raphael continued to stroke his cock through the overstimulated aftermath of another orgasm. Alp was reeling still, his eyes still closed, lost in the fantasy of a gushing cunt crowned with the clit with which his Master was making sport of. There was a strange intoxication to the shame of feminisation, the rejection of his manhood and twisting of his language to be referred to as a female. He was just like a girl, after all – his only place in a Wolfman Pack to be a status symbol and breeding tool for the Alpha.

It had always been his place, hadn't it? From the moment that he had dedicated himself to his Alpha, he had lived as their servile Bitch. His cock… his clit… was just a toy for his Master to use, a mark of his pleasure, a tool to entertain him when used on the other males of the Monster Harem. His undertail… his cunt… it belonged to Master, it was his to fuck full of cum, his to satisfy himself with. His muzzle was for his Master to pour his seed into. His tail should be raised always for his Master, and even his moans should be more feminine, more enticing!

Raphael had retreated, and now new stimulation came as the Human pressed his tongue to their heated crimson length. The flavour was one he rarely had the chance to savour, earthy and bitter, as hot as the shaft from which it was drawn. He pressed his face into the thick fur of their groin, inhaling a musky scent undercut by the citrus and sulphur of the hot springs, and then set his mouth to the knot. Presented on the lowermost third of the cock, Raphael pulled one side of it into his jaws and suckled, testing the pliability of this canine feature, taking his time to enjoy what belonged to him.

If a little feminisation, and the fantasy of a female body was all that it took to allow him to worship this gorgeous cock without straining the rules of the Pack dynamic, then he might find himself making a girl of his Wolfman a lot more often. He wouldn't admit it, but this was probably his favourite dick of the whole Monster Harem, and as much as he enjoyed watching it cum, untouched and impotent against the chest of his Pet, he loved it just as much knotted in his Gryphon or his Felyne. And soon his Zoroark, Harengon, and – yes, he was going to acquire a Dragon as well.

He took his time with them, eroding their maleness with pleasure, spending this past year fucking the masculinity out of his Bitch with every rut and now taking his pleasure freely. A male Bitch? A female Bitch? It didn't matter. Alp was whatever his Master said he was. It was a cock when he said it was a cock, it was a clit when he said it was a clit. A Bitch didn't need to think. A Bitch just had to raise their tail on demand, suck his cock, serve his pleasure, and if they had the necessary biology – to carry his puppies like a good and obedient Pet whore should!

“Good girl…" He murmured it against their twitching length as a new orgasm approached, “This is what you're for, Bitch. I like watching you cum. I like making you cum. You're my pleasure-slave, my needy Bitch, my loyal whore." Raphael kissed his way up the length, sealed his lips around the tip, and suckled hard as his Wolfman peaked, thick ropes of vulgar seed collected inside the mouth of his Master, copious enough to put a small bulge to his cheeks.

Yes. Earthy and bitter. But not unpleasant. He usually forced his Wolfman to swallow his own load, but this time Raphael savoured it for himself. There was a heady musk to it, a thick consistency which could rival his own potency. Such a Bitch, such a feminised whore, had no right to such virility. No. Actually. This was a good thing. It made the denial of their maleness all the more erotic, all the more meaningful. The greater a man in truth Alp was, the more valuable tearing him down, forcing him to submit, feminising him, making him into a Bitch.

It took two great gulps to swallow the load, and a sweeping of his mouth with his tongue to guzzle down the dregs. This seed belonged to him, after all – why should he not enjoy it? Raphael smiled, realising this new plateau. It was just as Dia had said; he needed to be more proactive in exploring the kinks of his Pets, “[Open] your eyes, Bitch. [Lie] back, use your fingers to [Spread] your cunt, and [Beg] your Alpha to mount you."

The position was adopted with practiced fluidity, Alp shuffling down the wall and rolling back on himself to have his cock press into the fur of his chest, his legs spread wide for his Master to grip, and his fingers spreading a well-oiled hole. A good Bitch was always prepared when expecting their Master, after all.

“Please fuck my Bitch cunt, Master!" His eyes told a genuine tale, “I want to be pregnant, Master! I want you to force me to be a girl!" He swallowed, “It makes me so hard when you talk to me like I'm a female when you fuck me. I'm a proud male Bitch, but it's so shameful when you treat me like a woman – so humiliating!" Alp moaned, his voice in that higher pitch still, “You've turned me into your domesticated dog! Every time you ruin my masculinity, every time you call me a good girl, you feel so fucking powerful!"

He rolled his hips into the air, his hole twitching, desperate for the cock that owned him, “Please, Master! I need you! I need you to cum inside my Bitch cunt! Whether I have a cock or a pussy, I want you to keep me like a breeding female! Please never go away and leave me again! I always want to be by your side! You're my Alpha! I can't think straight without you, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I need you! I can only live as your Bitch! I'm your whore! I'm your slut! I need to give you puppies! I need your cock!"

Alp continued to whine, “I'm all yours, Master! This Bitch pussy belongs to you! I want to be your favourite! I'm so grateful that you let me suck your perfect cock every morning! It's your right as Alpha to use your Bitch however you want! I'm so happy that you let me taste your seed even though you have so many females! You make me cum so hard that my head spins! When I catch your scent, I go crazy! Please fuck your Bitch! Please knock me up!"

“Yes! Yes! Yes!" The Wolfman cried out his pleasure when Raphael finally sheathed his cock inside him, his tail wagging against the orbs of his Master when he thrust himself to the hilt. His own knotted maleness immediately pulsed with orgasm, and Alp gave it up all over his own face, opening his maw lewdly to catch his own essence and gulping it down in a show for his Master, yet leaving much of the white to stain his bark-brown fur.

There was a heat to his Wolfman's core, an oil-slicked velvet pleasure made tight by muscular flesh and kept that way by their native regeneration ability. Piercing that soft pink would always come accompanied by a subtle gasp of submission from his Bitch, and it was a noise which Raphael would never tire of, a subdued acknowledgement of Alp's place as his whore. While for the Wolfman, his Master always presented him with a feeling of fullness, a satisfaction and electric tingle which came from the crushing of his prostate on the route to a deep penetration.

“Good girl…" Raphael leaned close to murmur into his ear, a foot of thick Human cock sheathed in silken tightness with no small amount of effort, he snarled out his satisfaction, “You're a good, obedient little slut. A devoted whore. A broken Bitch that's so far gone that you're spreading your cunt and begging for puppies. I did this to you, Alp. Your Alpha is so powerful that he made you cum everything that made you a male out of your owned cock. I fucked you into submission. And now, when I want you to be a girl you spread your cunt for me and you beg for my cum. And when I say you're a boy, you mount whatever faggot I put you on the back of and you fuck them until they're as submissive as you are. You got that?"

“Y-Yes, Master!" His head was spinning, his body rocked by a powerful thrust which shot through him like a jolt of electricity.

“Good girl." The Beastlord repeated and licked a string of cum from their cheek, “[Say] it back to me so that I know you understand."

Alp moaned, struggling to find his voice, “When – when you say I'm a boy, I'm your submissive faggot…" His arms fell to the ground, scrabbling for purchase as his Master began to bend him further into a mating press, “When you say – say I'm a girl, I'm your – your breeding whore!"

Raphael at last found his own pleasure, sinking his cock deep and moaning out his satisfaction as he pumped his first load deep inside the Wolfman. There was a sensation of absolute power, his words mastery over the body, mind, soul, and heart of the creature below him. He defined their identity, his Pet was so subservient to him that he would accept even this, a fantasy of feminisation which only Raphael could enforce.

A pity that as far as Raphael knew, any demands to breed his Wolfman would ever be impossible to fulfil. But, that held its own allure. The futility of fucking a male was in itself a demonstration of power, an act for nothing but pleasure and intimacy, domination and submission. And for the submissive male to abandon their masculinity to such an extent that they respond to being treated as a female was perfectly befitting of the Bitch called Alp, simply one more expression of devotion.

The illusion had come apart, ruined by pleasure, and the Wolfman cried out with tears in his eyes, “I want to give you puppies, Master! I want it so much! I want you to breed me! I want – I want you to hold my paw while I give birth for you!" He moaned, “But I want to be your faggot, too! I want to be your submissive male, and follow you and protect you! I don't know which one I like the most! I'm – I'm so confused! I'm – I'm scared!"

Raphael drew back, and paused for a moment in this savage rut to seize Alp by the collar, forcing the Wolfman to look up at him, “You're my Bitch, Alp. Puppies or not, cunt, tits, or cock – I don't give a fuck and neither should you. You are my loyal whore. You always say you're not like the others, that there's nothing else in your life but me? You inspire me to be worth that. And I love you for it." His Master set his jaw, “Devote yourself to me however you want. I'll accept it all. Good boy or good girl, you'll always be my good Bitch. And you'll always be mine."

The warm feeling was there in his chest again, more intense than ever, affirmed by his Master. As a powerful Wolfman male, there was no greater submission than this wilful feminisation, and he accepted it all. Yes. There was no need to think about it too deeply. He was whatever his Master said he was. His Master got to decide, not him. But… wouldn't his Master be so pleased if he could give him puppies? Wouldn't he be so happy if Alp could get a hold of that potion and present him with a nice fertile cunt ready for a breeding?

Alp poured another load over his own face to the imagined joy of unveiling a female body to his Master. Yes. He would make it a surprise! A secret! As the best Bitch, he should show some initiative, shouldn't he? You don't win the Wife Wars by being nothing but a piece of meat for Master to fuck – you have to put some effort into finding out how best to please him! The air was filled with the lewd sloshing of the froth of cum leaking from his undertail, wet fur slapped by the downwards slamming of the Beastlord's swinging orbs, canine whines and soft moans competing with the sound of his ruin.

A low growl brought him back to reality, “Now that the fantasy is over, let me tell you this, Bitch." Raphael ground his hips deep, “You're my fucking faggot whore. You belong to me. And if your Alpha wants to suck your cock, I don't want to hear any more shit about it being beneath me. This dick is my fucking property, just like the rest of you is, and I will have my fucking fill of it. Understand!?"

The Wolfman whimpered slightly, the male tone returning to his voice, “Y-Yes, a-ah! Master…"

“Good boy." He huffed, “I'm going to fuck you now, Alp. I'm going to claim this faggot hole of yours and have you empty out everything in your balls over your face. Because you're a bitch that cums hardest with his Master's cock under his tail. This is what you're for. This is how you serve your Alpha!"

The fantasy was dispelled, and now all that remained was the pleasure of rut, a physicality of sex which drove the Wolfman just as wild. He could feel a jolt in his lower back as his Master fucked him deeply, a throb behind his maleness as his button was pummelled by hard Human cock. There was no need to think about anything else, no need to accept anything but the gentle rise of pleasure, the thunderous height, orgasm, oversensitivity, and repetition.

The lewd evolution of [Tame] dictated the evening, a bottomless well of sexual stamina flowing through a Master which would see his satisfaction even if it took the whole night. He did indeed mating press the Wolfman until his orgasms turned painful and divulged only the smallest dribble of essence. A recovery period – if it could be called that – came with Raphael crossing his fingers over their muzzle and fucking his throat until he had imbibed enough seed for his belly to swell.

And there was more to come. Of course there was. He had Alp take a seat in his lap and wrap himself around his Master, intimately riding their cock with his face buried in Raphael's neck until his stamina failed him and he was cast to the ground, face down, ass up, and roughly fucked with his face pressed into the tatami.

Raphael used his faggot as a toy, finding satisfaction in the body of his Wolfman as he pleased. He wrestled him with the strength of a Deathclaw, his arm around their neck from behind, their leg raised and his cock plundering their undertail. He fondled their orbs and pumped their maleness savagely. He looped his arms beneath his knees and lifted his larger body up, standing and making a cocksheath of the male exactly as he would the much smaller and lighter Felyne. Positions and pleasures all blurred together, words abandoned to grunts and moans of ecstasy.

For Alp, it was bliss. To be so owned, to be so used. The power of his dominant male affirmed their position as Alpha, and the submission of his weakness and his many forced orgasms reinforced his own place as their Bitch. His chest was dank with the wetness of his own cum, and his undertail and inner thighs were frothed with the essence of his Master. He fought to retain consciousness, and after a year of training, he succeeded. And when dawn came, Alp was able to snuggle down with his dominant male, impaled on Raphael's masculinity as the little spoon with a human hand still idly stroking his Bitch cock.

There was time still for a few hours sleep before Master would have to begin his training. And a little time before that for Alp to partake in his morning ritual of sucking a load from his Master's perfect cock. The human cuddled him, and he relaxed into it. Warm and safe and loved.

The happy Bitch fell asleep with a smile on his face.

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Extra special thanks to User Saxton - they really helped with this one, and I appreciate the assistance. I intended to do an Interlude next, but this one just tumbled out of our conversation. Thanks to User OddReptile for their fine compliment on non-human equipment. User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh as always - one Pet is indeed not far behind on pregnancy, and we'll find out which soon. User Souldivide who just returned to the series and is back at Beastmaster III right now. Hello when you reach this. And User NoNoNope for keeping an eye on Dragon genes.

As always, cheers for every fave, vote, watch, comment, and view. I really appreciate it - and it's really heartening to see some of the same names popping up in my notifications each time. Thanks to all of you, you legends. It's your encouragement which keeps me going. As for what is next - rather than an Interlude as I'd planned, I think I'll burn through the remaining three Shorts since I'm on a bit of a roll with them.

Also, the number of people subscribed to the folder broke 50, and I'm extremely thankful. Cheers for following the series to everyone reading along!

This one was pretty difficult to produce, and I'm a little tentative to post it at all. As well as help from Saxton, I had to call a trans friend to ask her to explain a few things for me - namely where the border is between mtf and feminisation. For Alp, it's hard enough to come to terms with what love is, never mind matters of identity. Feminisation arouses him as a form of degredation which further reinforces his position as Bitch, but he's wrapped it up in the confusing mess of what it would mean to take the potion and be female in body as well. As a result, his narrative is something of a jumble. It was still fun to write though - these shorts are pretty shot from the hip in general, and it was enjoyable to embody the absolute devotion of the Wolfman for a while. I'm looking forward to seeing where Alp ends up at the end of this. He's currently in a bit of a blurry spot, and I'd be interested to hear what people want to see of him.

Next up... I want to do some m/f next, so Khut or Kali. Any suggestions or scenarios people would like to see? Khut will be back in the few months of timeskip with the Talion and Kara Shorts, while Kali is right here after Alp. I have a few things in mind, but would like to indulge the comments as always as much as I can.

Have a most excellent day.