Challenges
Morning light filtered through the curtains in Kiran’s room. Zariel pushed the door open without knocking, already halfway through a sentence.
“Hey little fox, you haven’t jumped anyone’s bone yet this morning or started any fires. What’s happening in here? Extended alone time?”
He stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.
Kiran was curled up on his side in bed, looking pale and miserable, his fur ruffled, maybe even a little matted. A puke bucket sat on the floor beside him, and the fox’s ears were flat against his head. He cracked one eye open and gave Zariel a weak smile.
“Sorry,” Kiran mumbled. “Not feeling so hot, big Z.”
Zariel’s teasing expression dropped immediately. He stepped inside and crouched beside the bed, one large paw resting gently on Kiran’s shoulder.
“You look like shit.”
“Feel like it too,” Kiran said with a tired little laugh that turned into a cough.
Roan and Cass appeared in the doorway a minute later, drawn by the sound of voices. Roan took one look at Kiran and frowned.
“Still feeling the effects of Cass’s gift?” he asked quietly.
Kiran nodded against his pillow. “Yeah. It’s… blooming. Or whatever the hell it’s doing. Feels like it’s moving through me.”
Cass’s ears lowered. He looked guilty as hell.
They let Kiran rest after that. Roan made sure he had water and that someone would check on him every couple of hours. The pack was worried, but there wasn’t much they could do except wait and see what happened.
Later that afternoon, Cass slipped into Kiran’s room and quietly closed the door behind him. He kicked off his pants and crawled into bed beside the fox, pulling Kiran gently against his chest. Kiran immediately curled into him with a small, content noise.
They laid there in silence for a while, Cass slowly stroking his fingers through Kiran’s soft red fur. Kiran's little curved butt was against Cass' stomach. Cass wasn't interested in getting aroused though, he only wanted to comfort his friend.
“I’m sorry,” Cass said eventually, voice low. “I didn’t mean to make you sick.”
Kiran tilted his head up to look at him. Even looking like death warmed over, he still managed a little grin.
“Don’t be. It’s kind of cool, actually. Like… I can feel something new inside me. It’s not all bad.” He paused, then added with a tired little smirk, “Though the puking part sucks.”
Cass huffed a soft laugh and kissed the top of Kiran’s head.
A few minutes passed. Kiran shifted restlessly against him.
“…I’m not feeling good enough to jerk off,” he admitted quietly. “And it’s starting to get annoying.”
Cass went still for a second, then smiled against Kiran’s ear.
“I see, I see... I can help with that.”
Kiran made a small, interested sound but didn’t move much. Cass gently pushed Kiran onto his back and slid down the bed, settling between the fox’s thighs. He took his time tugging Kiran’s soft pants down, revealing the smaller male’s cock, already half-hard and laying against his belly, the white little sheath concealing the knot which hadn't started to swell yet. Cass wrapped his hand around it and gave a slow, deliberate stroke from sheath to tip, watching the way Kiran’s breath caught.
“Just relax,” Cass murmured. “I’ve got you.”
He kept his strokes unhurried at first, gathering the small beads of precum and running it down the shaft so his paw could glide smooth and gentle. Kiran’s hips gave a small twitch, but he didn’t have the energy to thrust up into Cass’s hand. Cass took his time, twisting his wrist slightly on the upstroke and squeezing just a little tighter on the way down, feeling Kiran gradually harden fully in his grip, enjoying the thicker base and the thickening knot stretching his sheath.
Kiran let out a soft, shaky moan when Cass leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. Cass did it again, slower this time, really savoring the taste and the way Kiran’s thighs trembled on either side of his head. He took one of Kiran’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand kept stroking the shaft in a steady rhythm. Then he moved to the other, giving it the same slow, wet attention before licking lower, dragging his tongue over Kiran’s taint, which was rounded and tight despite Kiran not feeling good.
When Cass finally took Kiran’s cock into his mouth, he did it slowly, letting his lips stretch around the length. He moaned softly around it, sending his voice through the little man's foxhood. Cass bobbed his head in a slow, sensual rhythm, tongue pressing firmly along the underside with every stroke. One of his hands gently massaged Kiran’s balls while the other stroked his cock below his lips.
Kiran’s breathing had grown heavier. His small paws rested on Cass’s head, fingers curling into his fur. Cass loved to let anyone in the pack do that while he was servicing them, made it feel more mutual and intimate.
“Fuck, Cass…” Kiran breathed. “This is a really slow but good blowjob, pup. Your mouth is scorching, I love it though."
Cass pulled off just enough to answer, lips shiny and voice low.
“Just trying to make you feel good, and I like the feel of you in my mouth, fox. Shhh, don't tell anyone. You think they know?"
"The way you suck dick, pup, they know."
Kiran moaned loudly, his eyes glassy with pleasure. His hips started to move in small, desperate rolls, chasing the heat of Cass’s mouth.
Cass kept going, slow but thorough, letting the wet sounds of his mouth fill the quiet room. Every so often he would pull off to lick along Kiran’s shaft or gently suck on the head, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before pulling his red length back in with lustful suction. Kiran’s thighs were trembling now, his breathing coming in short, shaky gasps.
“I’m close,” Kiran warned, voice strained. “But I don’t wanna lay here all messy with my own cum all day…”
Cass pulled off and looked up at him, breathing a little heavy.
“Alright, you win, fox,” he said with a small, fond sigh. “Don’t worry about the mess.”
He leaned back down and took Kiran fully into his mouth again, sucking with more intent now. One hand stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach while the other kept tugging down on Kiran’s balls, the stretch stimulating his lower shaft and sheath. The fox's knot popped free, engorged, throbbing. Kiran’s moans grew louder and more desperate. His paws tightened in Cass’s fur as his hips jerked upward.
When Kiran came, Cass didn’t pull away. He swallowed every pulse, throat working steadily as Kiran spilled down his throat with shaky cute fox noises and a few coughs. Kiran’s whole body trembled through it, his back arching slightly off the bed.
Cass stayed there for a few extra seconds, gently sucking until Kiran started to soften, then finally pulled off. He licked his lips and crawled back up to lay beside Kiran again, one paw resting on the fox’s clean, soft belly.
“Look,” Cass said quietly, rubbing slow circles over Kiran’s fur. “No mess on my fox. The least I could do is return the favor.”
Kiran let out a tired but very pleased little laugh. He turned his head to look at Cass, amber eyes warm despite how exhausted he looked.
“Your fox?” he repeated, smiling.
Cass’s ears flicked, but he didn’t take it back.
“Well,” Kiran continued, voice soft, “you’re my pup. And Alpha’s.”
Cass smiled and leaned in to nuzzle against Kiran’s cheek.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I am.”
They stayed like that for a while, tangled together in the quiet room. Kiran’s breathing eventually evened out as he drifted into a light doze, one arm draped over Cass’s waist. Cass stayed awake a little longer, gently stroking Kiran’s back and staring at the ceiling.
Whatever this gift was doing to Kiran… they were going to have to keep a close eye on it.
But for now, at least, the little fox was resting peacefully in his arms.
The sun was higher in the sky when Roan appeared in the doorway of Kiran’s room, already dressed for training.
“Training time!” he announced, voice carrying through the pack house, his tail swaying with excitement, despite his stoic Alpha demeaner.
Cass sat up slowly from where he’d been lying beside Kiran. The fox made a weak noise of protest and tried to push himself up on his elbows.
“I’m coming,” Kiran muttered, even as his face went a little green.
“You don’t have to,” Cass said gently, but Kiran was already swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m not sitting in here like some sick pup while everyone else trains,” he grumbled. “Help me up.”
Cass and Roan exchanged a look but didn’t argue. They helped Kiran to his feet, steadying him when he swayed. The little fox was clearly still feeling the effects of Cass’s gift, but he was stubborn as ever. Together they made their way outside to the training area behind the pack house.
Kiran dropped into a chair at the edge of the field with a heavy sigh, head lowered and ears drooping. He looked miserable, but he waved them off when they tried to fuss over him.
“Just go train,” he muttered. “I’ll watch.”
The others got to work.
They started with wooden weapons; swords, staves, and training blades. Cass and Khepri paired off while Roan and Zariel faced each other. At first it was normal training. Focused. Controlled.
But Zariel was getting cocky again.
He blocked Cass’s swing with his forearm instead of his weapon, letting the wooden blade crack against his skin without so much as a flinch. When Khepri came at him from the side, Zariel didn’t even bother dodging. He simply turned and took the hit on his shoulder.
“You might want to try real swords on me,” Zariel said, smirking. “These wooden ones are getting boring.”
Roan’s ears flicked back. “Train like you’re not invincible, Zariel.”
Zariel rolled his shoulder, unbothered. “A real sword won’t do shit to me either.”
They switched to paintball guns after a while, using the scattered cover around the training field. The paintballs stung on impact but left no real damage. It was good for practicing movement and positioning under fire.
Zariel, however, wasn’t interested in playing it smart.
While the others stayed behind cover, ducking and rolling between barrels and wooden barricades, Zariel walked straight out into the open. He moved toward Cass’s position with slow, confident steps, rifle held loosely at his side like he was taking a stroll.
Cass didn’t hesitate.
He leaned out from behind his cover and opened fire. A dozen bright blue paintballs slammed into Zariel’s chest, stomach, and shoulders in rapid succession. Paint splattered across the white wolf’s fur in messy streaks.
Zariel stopped walking and looked down at himself.
“You’re dead,” Cass called out.
For a second, Zariel just stood there. Then he started laughing, low and deep, like the whole thing was a joke.
Roan had seen enough.
He stepped out from cover, paintball gun lowered, and his voice cracked across the training field like a whip.
“Zariel!”
The laughter stopped.
Roan’s golden eyes were hard as he stalked forward. “What the fuck was that? You think this is a game? You think walking out in the open like that is training?”
Zariel’s expression shifted, the smirk fading into something colder. “What’s the point of pretending I’m not invincible? I have Iron Skin. Nothing’s getting through this.”
“That’s exactly the problem,” Roan snapped. “Someday the enemy might find something that can get through it. And when that happens, you’re going to be standing out in the open like a fucking sitting duck because you never bothered to train like you could actually die.”
Zariel’s jaw tightened. “They have nothing that gets through this, the temple told me. Even the heaviest cursed silver rounds will crumble against my flesh. My power is stronger than yours. Maybe I should be Alpha.”
The field went quiet.
Kiran, still sitting in his chair, lifted his head. Even looking like he was about to puke, he spoke up.
“Being Alpha isn’t about iron skin or incredible hulk muscles,” the sick fox said, voice hoarse but clear. “It’s about brains. I mean… not that you aren’t smart, Z! But Roan is tactical. He thinks things through.”
Zariel glanced at Kiran. For a second, it looked like he wanted to snap back but he still cared about the little fox too much to do it. Instead, he turned back to Roan, eyes cold.
“Then prove it, genius,” Zariel said. “Let’s see who’s the strongest.”
Roan shook his head. “That’s not how this works. Fighting you won’t change who’s Alpha.”
Zariel didn’t back down. “I still want to fight.”
The two wolves stood across from each other on the hard-packed earth of the training field. The others watched in tense silence. Even Kiran had gone quiet, ears flat against his head.
Roan studied Zariel for a long moment.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked quietly.
Zariel rolled his shoulders, that arrogant little smirk returning to his big white muzzle.
“I’m not worried at all…” He paused, then added with deliberate disrespect, “…Alpha.”
The word dripped with sarcasm.
Roan’s expression darkened.
The two wolves stared each other down across the training field, tension thick enough to choke on. Cass, Khepri, and Kiran watched with growing worry, none of them sure what was about to happen... or how far this was going to go.
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