Strength and Sweat
The property was equipped with a training ground, a flat, hard-packed circle of dirt and gravel near the tree line, maybe fifty feet across. Weapon racks stood at one end, bo staves, weighted training blades, padded gloves, all left out in the elements and none of it too dangerous to be worth worrying about. The sun was low, golden and slanting, turning everything warm and long-shadowed. The safe house was on beautiful land, Cass admits.
Cass was already sweating, shirt soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, and not from being pinned by Roan in bed. He’d been at it for almost an hour, dodging Kiran’s quick strikes, blocking Zariel’s slower but heavier swings, trying to land even one clean hit on Roan. The anthros were panting too, but none of them looked half as wrecked as Cass felt. Their strength and stamina was out of reach for most humans.
Roan stepped into the center, rolling his shoulders. “Again. All of you. Come at me.”
Kiran grinned, tail flicking. Zariel cracked his knuckles. Cass wiped sweat from his eyes and nodded.
They moved together, Kiran darting low, Zariel coming in high, Cass circling for an opening. Roan flowed between them like smoke. He caught Kiran’s wrist, twisted, sent the fox spinning. Blocked Zariel’s haymaker with a forearm, then drove a palm into the big wolf’s chest hard enough to make him stagger. Cass lunged and Roan sidestepped, hooked an arm around Cass’s waist, and flipped him gently onto the dirt.
Cass landed and got the wind knocked from him, but he was grinning despite the ache in his ribs.
Roan offered a paw. “Better. You’re getting faster, pup.”
Kiran dusted himself off, laughing. “We’re lucky you don’t use the real thing during training, Alpha.”
Cass was surprised to find that the others called Roan Alpha as well.
Cass blinked up at him. “The real thing?”
Kiran’s ears perked. “You don’t know?” He looked at Roan, then back at Cass. “You really don’t know.”
Roan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Later.”
Kiran wasn’t having it. He jogged to the weapon rack, grabbed a metal bo staff, solid steel, about five feet long, and held it out horizontally in both paws. “Here. Bend it.”
Cass took it, braced, pulled. Nothing. His arms shook, veins standing out. The bar didn’t flex at all.
Kiran handed it to Zariel, the most 'jacked' among them. The big wolf grunted, muscles bulging under bright white fur. The staff bowed, barely, an inch in the middle before Zariel let go, breathing hard.
Then Roan took it.
He wrapped both paws around the center. His arms rippled under the black fur, the same way they had in the warehouse when he’d knocked the tiger out cold. Metal groaned. The bar bent slowly at first, then faster, crimping in the middle until it folded almost in half with a sharp metallic squeal.
Roan let it drop. It clanged on the dirt, kicking up a cloud.
Cass stared. “Holy shit.”
Kiran whistled low. “Trials. Roan went through them when he was young, younger than most... thought to be suicidal but he made it. Earned his innate strength. Makes him kind of a celebrity in the resistance. Not many survive the trials."
Zariel nodded. “Dangerous. Painful. Changes you forever. We’ve all thought about it. None of us have pulled the trigger. But each of us has innate power, some argue if it's spiritual or what, but it's in each anthro, some stronger than others, some bizarre and miraculous. We figure that as a STRONG leader, our Alpha was naturally fit to unlock supernatural strength as his innate gift. And he won't tell much details about the trials so don't bother asking him.”
Cass imagined Roan pinning him with that strength. He'd probably crush him.
Cass looked at Zariel. "I wonder what your innate trait would be, then, big guy." Zariel shrugged.
They dropped to the dirt together, lying on their backs in a loose circle, chests heaving. The sun dipped lower, painting everything orange.
Cass stared at the sky. “So I need to train because… I’m helpless otherwise...”
Roan’s paw found his. “You’re not helpless. You’re human. That’s not a weakness, it’s just different. But the people coming for us won’t care. They’ll use you to get to me. Training means you can at least fight back. Remember you're not going to win against an anthro unless you use a cursed silver weapon, and I'm not cleared to allow you that right now. You just worry about getting away and slowing them down, since you don't regenerate. But I don't expect you to ever have to fight, pup.”
The pack rested outside, enjoying the cool breeze.
Cass swallowed. “I’ve only talked to my mom since the unmasking. She’s worried. My sisters… one’s proud, one’s disgusted. Dad hasn’t said anything. I don’t think he will.”
Roan squeezed his hand. “You don’t owe them an explanation.”
“I know.” Cass’s voice cracked a little. “I’m not going back. I’m staying here. With you. With all of you. No asking permission. No waiting for acceptance. This is my life now.”
Zariel rumbled a low laugh. “Welcome to the pack, pup.”
Kiran rolled onto his side, grinning. “And you’re sweaty as hell. Humans get soaked. I can smell it from here.”
Cass laughed. “Yeah, well...”
Kiran pounced. One second Cass was lying there; the next the fox was straddling his hips, paws tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Off. All of it.”
Roan sat up, eyes dark. Zariel propped himself on an elbow, watching.
"You need to work on making sure our pup is in the mood for you, Kiran. That's rude and presumptious.
"I'll let it slide," Cass said, smiling. "I'm getting used to this sly horny fox."
Cass lifted his arms. The hoodie came off, then the shirt. Kiran’s paws were everywhere, rubbing sweat-slick skin, licking along Cass’s collarbone, down his chest. “Salty,” Kiran murmured. “Delicious.”
Zariel moved next, massive paws pinning Cass’s wrists above his head, not hard, just firm. His tongue dragged up Cass’s neck, slow and hot. Cass shivered, cock hardening fast in his sweats.
Roan leaned in, muzzle to Cass’s ear. “We’re going to take care of you, pup.”
Kiran yanked the pants down. Cass’s cock sprang free, already leaking. Zariel released his wrists and moved lower, licking the sweat from Cass’s inner thighs. It was strangely hot and relaxing having their tongues work him over.
Then Kiran took the head of Cass' cock into his mouth, hot, wet, tongue swirling. Cass moaned, hips bucking.
Zariel growled approval. “Permission?”
Cass nodded frantically. “Yes. Please.”
Zariel shifted, lined up, and pushed in slow. The stretch was huge, familiar but always overwhelming. Cass’s back arched, hands clutching fur. Zariel buried all of his deep red meat in Cass' butt, knot already swelling. He started thrusting, deep, steady, every stroke dragging over Cass’s prostate, tingling.
Kiran climbed higher, straddling Cass’s waist. “My turn too, pup.”
He pressed his own cock against Cass’s already-stretched rim, slick with spit and lube. Cass gasped, eyes wide. “Both of you?”
Kiran grinned. “We share everything.”
Zariel slowed his thrusts, holding still deep inside. Kiran pushed slow, careful. The head popped past the rim alongside Zariel’s thick shaft. Cass cried out, body trembling, the stretch burning into something overwhelming and perfect. Two cocks filling him, pressing together, stretching him.
Fuck… two of them. Inside me. I can feel them rubbing against each other through my walls. So full. So hot. I shouldn’t be able to take this… but I want more.
Kiran moaned, claws digging lightly into Cass’s hips. “Dammit, pup… you’re so tight around both of us.”
Zariel growled low. “Good boy."
Cass loved having them inside him, loved the way they would lightly prick his skin with their claws to remind him what beasts they are. They never hurt him.
They started moving, slow at first, alternating thrusts so one was pulling back while the other pushed in. Cass’s cock leaked steadily onto his stomach, untouched. The friction, the pressure on his prostate, the sheer fullness, it was too much. His cock throbbed like it had it's own heartbeat and he felt the prostate pumping like a little jellyfish.
Cass came hard, hands free, spurting across his own chest. His hole clenched around both cocks, milking them. Kiran cried out, knot swelling fast. Zariel followed, both knots popping past the rim at almost the same moment. Hot cum flooded Cass in thick, endless spurts, warmth spreading until it leaked out around the double seal and trailed down his crack.
They stayed locked like that for long minutes, Zariel and Kiran knotted together inside him, bodies pressed close, panting. Cass trembled beneath them, oversensitive, blissed out, riding the waves from his trained nerves. His body loved to be fucked and stimulated.
Kiran kissed Cass’s neck. “You took us both, pup. Perfect.”
Zariel rumbled approval. “Ours now.”
Roan knelt beside them, licking sweat from Cass’s throat, murmuring praise. “So good. So fucking good, pup. Sharing you with my pack is a joy, don't feel any shame in it, we are one.”
They eased out slowly, cum pouring from Cass’s stretched hole onto the dirt. The pack helped him sit up, fur and paws gentle.
Cass looked at them, sweaty, panting, smiling, and laughed breathlessly.
“I think I’m gonna like living here.”
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