The Hunters
The pack sometimes played a game they called The Hunters.
Today the hunters were Cass, Roan, and Zariel. The prey were Kiran and Khepri. The rules were simple: the prey got a head start into the woods. Once the hunters were released, they had to track them down. When caught, the prey belonged to the hunters for the rest of the afternoon.
Kiran took off first, naked and laughing as he darted between the trees. His red fur flashed through the underbrush as he ran, tail streaming behind him. He was fast and clever, weaving through thickets and doubling back on his own trail to throw off the scent. For a while it almost seemed like he might actually get away.
He didn’t.
Zariel caught him in a small clearing, leaping from the brush and tackling the smaller fox into a pile of dry leaves. Kiran yelped and immediately started thrashing, playing the part of the struggling prey.
“No, get off me, beast!” Kiran growled, even as he arched his back and pushed his ass up. “You’ll never take me alive! Don't you dare get near me with that thick red dripping cock, you animal!”
Zariel didn’t bother answering. He simply pinned Kiran’s wrists above his head with one large paw and used the other to line himself up. His thick cock pressed against Kiran’s hole and pushed in without hesitation. Kiran let out a dramatic, over-the-top moan as Zariel sank into him, still pretending to fight even as his legs wrapped around the bigger wolf’s waist.
“Fuck, you’re so big... You like taking powerless little foxes in the dirt! You savage!” Kiran gasped, even as he rocked his hips up to meet every thrust.
Zariel fucked him hard and deep, growling low against Kiran’s neck as he took what he wanted. Sunlight filtered through the trees and painted stripes across Zariel’s powerful back and ass as he moved, vibrant blinding white.
Not far away, Khepri was still running.
The hyena sprinted through the woods, his humanoid cock swinging heavily between his legs as he dodged low branches. He was fast, but not fast enough. Cass and Roan came at him from two sides, tackling him into the dirt in a tangle of limbs.
Khepri immediately fell into character.
“No..please... I’ll do anything!” he panted, even as he spread his legs and let the two wolves pin him on his back.
Roan straddled Khepri’s chest while Cass settled between his thighs. Roan’s cock was already hard, and he rubbed the thick head against Khepri’s spotted muzzle before pushing past his lips. At the same time, Cass stroked Khepri’s cock with one paw, thumb circling the sensitive head and smearing precum across it.
“Relax, little hyena,” Roan rumbled, rubbing Khepri’s belly with one large paw while he fed more of his cock into the hyena’s mouth. “You’ve been caught by the pack of Roan. Now you will recieve the gift.”
Cass slapped his black, glassy cock against Khepri’s balls a few times, then pressed the head against his hole. He paused for a second, ears twitching.
“Ugh… Zariel caught Kiran,” Cass muttered, voice slightly strained. “I can feel him. He’s fucking that little fox like there’s no tomorrow.”
As Cass pushed into Khepri, his own hole clenched around nothing, echoing the sensations Kiran was feeling through their link. The dual feedback made his thrusts a little unsteady at first, but he quickly found his rhythm. He fucked Khepri in steady strokes while stroking the hyena’s cock at the same time, thumb rubbing over the leaking head.
“You’re a messy little canine,” Cass growled, voice low and teasing. “Look at all this precum. Soaking my paw already, jeeeez. Filthy little creature.” Cass smiled.
Khepri moaned around Roan’s cock, eyes fluttering. The combination of Cass fucking him, stroking him, and talking to him like that was too much. His back arched off the ground as he came hard, thick ropes of cum splattering across his own spotted belly and Cass’s paw. Cass continued to slowly stroke the coffee colored dick, rubbing wetness into it, enjoying the sight of the sunlight glinting off it's muscles and shapes, the head particularly bright.
Cass didn’t stop. He fucked Khepri through his orgasm, then pushed in deep and knotted him, groaning as he pumped the hyena full of his seed, and the gift that came with it.
Roan pulled out of Khepri’s mouth and patted the hyena’s cheek with a fond smile.
“Welcome to the pack, Capri Sun.”
Back in the clearing, Kiran was a blissed-out, drooling mess in the dirt, Zariel still knotted deep inside him. The white wolf had slowed down, grinding lazily as he caught his breath.
Then Kiran suddenly laughed under his breath.
“What?” Zariel mumbled, voice hoarse.
“I can feel everything Cass is doing to Khepri,” Kiran said, sounding amused. “I'm getting fucked from all over these woods today.”
Kiran let out a weak, happy sound and twitched around Zariel’s knot.
A moment later, a warm paw landed on Zariel’s ass.
Cass and Roan had found them.
Cass was still flushed from his own orgasm, but his cock was already hard again as he looked down at Zariel mounted on Kiran.
“You want the gift today too, Z?” Cass asked.
Zariel looked back over his shoulder, still buried in the fox. His blue eyes were dark with heat.
“Do it, pup,” he said. “Give me what you got.”
Cass didn’t need to be told twice. He moved behind Zariel, lined up, and thrust into the bigger wolf’s hole in one smooth motion, delighting in the intensity of feeling the heat around his cock while at the same time through the link with Kiran he could feel Zariel's cock in his own ass. Zariel growled, low and deep, as Cass started fucking him while he was still locked inside Kiran. It truly felt like Cass had a knot in him, his hole squeezing around it, even though nothing was there.
The woods filled with the sounds of sex: moans, growls, the wet slap of bodies, and the heavy scent of arousal. Cass fucked Zariel with sharp, eager thrusts, one paw gripping the white wolf’s hip while the other rubbed up and down Z's back, black paw brushing white fur. Zariel fucked into the fox in time with Cass’s thrusts, the chain of pleasure making all three of them lose themselves in it. Zariel was a big stoic brute but during sex, he loved the intimacy of being caressed even if it's over the top sometimes, and he liked bottoming as much as topping.
When Cass finally came, he bit down on Zariel’s shoulder and knotted him deep, flooding the white wolf with his seed. The added pressure and heat pushed Zariel over the edge. He snarled and came hard inside Kiran, his knot swelling even thicker as he pumped the little fox full.
Roan watched it all with a small, satisfied smile.
When it was over, he spoke.
“Good,” he said. “Zariel and Khepri are excused from all responsibilities the next few days while the gift takes root.”
Zariel, still knotted in Kiran and with Cass knotted in him, let out a low, rough laugh.
“The only root I feel,” he muttered, “is your pup’s thick root buried in me.”
Roan chuckled and reached down to ruffle Zariel’s ears.
“He’s a good boy, isn’t he?” Roan said. “You love it, Z.”
Zariel didn’t argue. He simply closed his eyes and rested his head against Kiran’s back, still breathing hard.
Roan stood there a moment longer, watching his pack tangled together in the spotted sunlight. The woods were quiet except for the sound of their breathing and the occasional soft moan as knots shifted inside tight bodies.
Quiet times like these were always welcome.
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