WWOLF8.TXT (M/m/M, Incest, ManWolf/Human)

A Tale in the life of ManWolves.
By SwampRat
(c) 1989 The Brotherhood Of Pan
(cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association

Rasha came into the world in the usual way, kicking and howling. He was an only
cub, and for the first few weeks, his life consisted of eating, sleeping,
playing with Mother, and the strange one. Father was too stern for games, but
his love was as great as the female's for his son. This idyllic life abruptly
changed when the villagers decided that the "monsters" had killed enough of
their livestock, despite the fact more animals were killed by stupidity that
were ever eaten by the ManWolf, who were just as happy to eat a sheep that had
fallen off a cliff, as one they had to catch themselves. And no one ever
thought to ask Murup, The village Idiot. They assumed that he always found
stray goats, and sheep by luck, or because the gods smiled on simpletons. They
probably would not have believed his tale of large people in Wolf-skins, who
led him to the animals.

                                  * * * *

He had been searching for a particular stubborn goat, and as usual, had gotten
lost. He didn't mind sleeping in the woods, in fact he preferred it to the
village. And while still looking for the goat, had come upon a woman. Fur
covered most of her body, and she had a tail, but Murup could still tell this
one was a woman. She growled as she turned toward him. The young man threw
himself to his knees, dropped his cloth knapsack, trembling. "Please
Mistress... Not beat Fool. Fool lost... Please..." Rarai's surprise quickly
turned to anger. Who would dare hit a cub until he cringed so... She gently
placed a paw on his bent back, and growled low again. Felt stripes there, wide
as two fingers, some still sticky with blood. Welts as big as her thumb, and
bones that had healed crooked from being broken too many times, poked out
through holes in the shift that served as clothing.

She lifted the misshapen head, and looked into his un-even eyes. Long
talon-like claws gently ran through unkept hair, calming the child. The
creature looked up to see her mate, standing a few dozen paces away. To answer
his unspoken question, Rarai lifted the thin hide the child wore, and Rajek
stifled a snarl of hate. He believed in discipline, but tempered with kindness.
No creature deserved to be beaten like That! He padded up to the young man, and
growled. "What are you doing out this late, boy?" When Murup turned and looked
lopsidedly at the animal's chest, the ManWolf felt his stomach tighten. He
placed a paw under the chin, lifted it up, and his hatred grew even stronger.
It could be plainly seen this cub wasn't all there. To punish one such as this
so severely was a cruelty. Those born in this manner were watched over by the
entire pack. Adopted by every female, hunted for by every male. Happy for their
all too-brief life spans. For they never lived very long...

"Fool hunt Goat. Got Lost, Master." The ManWolf held the abused one against
him. "You have a home?" Murup trembled. "Sleep in stable, road, woods. Masters
beat Murup if he go back, Not have goat." Held onto his fur tightly, painfully
so. Frightened of being turned away, or perhaps being hit. A five-fingered paw
rumpled the rats-nest of hair. "You stay with us tonight. We will find your
Goat." Rarai nodded assent. Gathered wood for a fire. Unlike them, the man-boy
had no long hairs. It would get cold toward morning..

                                  * * * *

They stayed in a clearing, near a stream. A spit was made and the child ate
like one who had not hunted in days. They made him slow down, so he wouldn't be
sick. Half-starved too. The ManWolf were omnivores. Smoked game, gathered
plants for the long winters. They may not feast, but Everybody ate.. 'Lord of
the Hunt wither the loins of such creatures, who could mistreat a cub so!'
Especially one such as this... They lay, backs to the cold, bellies to the
fire, The youngster between them. Rajek minded it a little when the cub
snuggled up to his mate. Felt a twinge of lust when his maleness pressed
against warm skin, but suppressed it. The Time was getting near. As for the
boy... A rubbed stomach got a sigh of appreciation, but not even caressing his
maleness raised an erection. Somebody had taken care of that detail. Murup
would never sire children, or anything else..

The ManWolf awakened when something slid along his groin. Rajek felt fingers
grope in his fur. A quiet groan. The cub must be having a dream. Then thick
lips found his cock. Latched onto it. Rajek grunted, gritted his teeth, as the
human sucked on him. He ruffled the matted hair, feeling lumps big as his
thumb. His jaws gaped open, neck stretched in pleasure. The cub must not be
weaned, for he nursed with abandon. "Rarai," he gasped, thinking she could give
him what he sought after so fiercely.. No answer. Damn! What a time for her to
be out hunting. Unnnh! He gently untangled the hands from his legs, and sat up.
Eyes that were two different colors stared at him. The mouth came off his
erection with a slurp. "Master not like what Murup do? Fool lick on dogs
before. Dogs enjoy. Fool not mind.." A tear welled up, ran down a cheek.
Followed by another. And another.. He held the confused child, sobs wracking
the thin frame. "There, There. No reason for this." It's not like I had
punished him, Damnit! "Master good to Fool," Came out at last, muffled by fur,
and too many broken teeth. "Fool want give thanks to DogMan only way Fool know
how. Not want?" Oh, he wanted it alright... But we are both males.. Wouldn't
run.

Rajek knew when the time was upon him a hole in a rock would do. Males mated in
the ceremonies, When there were too many mouths to feed, When the moon was upon
them.. When it was necessary. Some did so for life, preferring another male to
a female. And they were not chastised... He rubbed the scarred back. Blast him
for being such a blind idiot! So why not? Too much like mating with a pup. And
he was going to deny the poor cub a bit of pleasure for that selfishness? No.
No damnded reason at all not to give him what he wants.. The ManWolf tensed
himself. "Now. Now. It's Alright. You just.. Startled me." Gritted canine
teeth. "Go ahead. Lick on my maleness if you want." Eyes, bright with tears,
looked up at him. "Master mean it? Not be mad?" The creature sighed. "I am not
your Master." Patted the head.

"No, not be mad.." A lop-sided smile. Rarai came in, carrying a rabbit, herbs
and more wood. Grinned at her mate, with eyes that told him she had overheard.
"Murup, a favor. I need some water." The boy got a cup out of his sack, and
scurried over to the stream. The ManWolf whispered to her. "Are you sure it's
alright, Love? He is another male..." "It will make him happy. And you probably
need it. I don't feel the pull as hard." She patted his cheek, wrinkling her
nose in another wry grin. "Just don't make a habit of having males between your
legs... Remember, I am your mate." She could find humor in the hardest paths..
Murup returned.

"Mistress want water?" Rarai felt a pang of regret. It was too bad he couldn't
turn, like they could. There was no question the pack would adopt him. But they
were far away. She and Rajek had left when her last cub died. With no warning,
a tree that had been weakened by a storm fell off a hill. Crushed him and 2
other cubs. "No, I go find your goat." So you can go home in the morning. For a
moment she thought about taking this one. About a certain cliff near the
village... No! They hadn't hunted man for ages, and Man didn't hunt them. She
left, a half-wolf going to full animal, nose searching for Goat scent, eyes
full of tears.

                                  * * * *

Rajek had other problems. He tossed more wood on the fire, then regretting his
promise, lay back, put his paws behind his head, and waited. A whimper as eager
warmth again engulfed his penis. Toes curled, he allowed a moan of pleasure to
escape through gritted teeth. The cub sucked happily, gripping the hairy
thighs. He was good. Too damned.. Unnnh! Orgasm made the ManWolf growl with
lust, thrust furry hips up, claw the ground. Too close to the Time of The
Mating Moon. At last his balls stopped lurching, the boy draining him of semen,
but not of need. Then went to sleep, fur clutched loosely, cock held in his
mouth. Temptation to leave it there, let the warm suction excite him to
ejaculation again. Instead, claws untangled fingers, a thumb which had never
healed properly replaced the penis, and allowed the creature free. He also held
dark thoughts, but suppressed those as well. Sighed. Poked the fire. Prayed for
another cub. They were both old. Perhaps too much to ask. He performed the
Ritual of Fertile Giving. But as the itch grew in the swelling testicles, Rajek
found he could not simply spill his seed on the ground. The WolfMan gasped,
miserable. Rarai was not there to accept the offering..

And once started, the hymn must not be broken. There were worse things than a
barren womb.. Shuddering, he knelt beside the child, and rubbed his dripping
penis against the wet mouth. Maybe he could finish this without waking the
pup... Fingers grasped his maleness, pulling it into gentle suction. He quietly
muttered the necessary words, holding the moan in. A hand stroked his length,
and he shivered. Gritting long fangs, the ManWolf ejaculated, paws stroking
hunched shoulders. The cub swallowed his semen, pulling on the reddish flesh
until nothing more came forth. Then sighed, moved closer to the fire, and
started to snore. Rajek finished the last part, bowing his head, chin on
ground, in reverence. Perhaps it was enough. The circle was not completed,
because the boy was not able to... He lifted a thigh. Looked at the long-healed
scar. Turned, and tucked his tail between bruised legs. Pressed his back
against a lashed one. He would have preferred to lay with the cub's head on his
chest, stomach to back. But until the Moon phased again, he didn't trust
himself. Every two months, the Moon rose full, and hungry. The Mating Moon.
Miserable for a week before, Too full of Lust to care for the time during,
Miserable for a week after. Then the Moon became fat, releasing them again.

                                  * * * *

In the morning Rarai returned with news. "It was taken by a panther. I found
broken bones, and shards of skin." She ate a cold breakfast, along with her
mate and the boy. Then he hugged them both, followed her to the place, picked
up the pieces for evidence, and ran back to the Village. They continued helping
him, as best they could. And when Rasha came, no one could have been prouder
then Murup. The Hunt Lord had smiled on them after all. A full summer passed,
and the youngster grew, but was still dependent on his mother for food. Would
be until next spring. ManWolf cubs were weaned at their first year mark. But
Fall brought trouble. A new Elder, one who was more ambitious, more greedy.
Didn't like the rumors of Wolves who stood on two legs. Never mind the fact no
child had gone missing, no livestock disappeared into the night. They must be
eliminated!

And so it came to a head one crisp day. A speech full of danger and hatred. A
handful of Herders, Farmers with too healthy a dose of hatred for the unknown.
Murup had no chance to warn them, He was hit with a rock, and left for dead.
How dare the runt stand in the way, and even fight with Amhn! Dogs sniffed the
scent, not bayers, but trackers. A loan from a Duke who wanted two new Wolf
hides decorating his wall. He had already commissioned a poet to spin a tale of
heroism and daring. The ManWolf would have normally gone to the higher places,
but they had a cub, and no matter how far they ran, the dogs would still find
them. So they found a good spot and while Rarai made ready, Rajek ran
interference. It had worked before, and should have worked now. Except the
Humans were not so easily dissuaded. While he was but one, they numbered close
to 50. And the animals were kept close at hand, not allowed to run ahead, where
they could be mis-tracked or killed. And so it was with fear that Rarai found
her mate returning. Tired, and covered with small wounds. He was much too fast
to be a good target.

Even more shock when the man-boy showed up, dried blood covering one side of
his face. Even Rasha was angered.. His friend? Hurt by it's own kind? They
comforted him, as best they could.. Then it was a matter of time. It was a
great fight, at least the Villagers thought so. The hounds were held back. The
Duke would have their heads if one of Them got killed. Despite their strength,
numbers won out. Rajek fought like an enraged bear, was clubbed near senseless
many times. Rarai put more wounds on them than even her mate. But, the tide
turned.. It was near the end of the battle. Everyone was bone-weary. And that
made for mistakes. As there was very little metal in the Village, weapons were
wooden cudgels, thick poles, twin-pronged Hay Forks. And the ManWolf were
holding their own, until Rarai slipped in a bloody patch of rock. And the
largest of them saw an opportunity. He stepped up, and found a nuisance in his
way.. The Fool. "I thought you dead. Didn't my beatings teach you anything?
Well, This should make sure!" The oaken branch knocked the bleeding thing out
of his way. But it gave the animal time to recover. So! This was the
No-Mothered, Tail-Sucking, Carrion-Humping male who put those stripes on her
semi-cub's back. Rarai roared pure hatred, leaped straight at him, seeing
nothing else.

Claws dug into thick shoulders, a hoary arm ripped by teeth. But it kept the
creature from his throat long enough to swing his club, knock the beast off
him. Rajek yelled, as his mate once again came at the mountain of a man. Too
late. The oaken branch cracked a hard skull, 6-inch fangs sank into soft throat
tissue... Arms intertwined in a hellish embrace, they fell, and lay together in
the mud, bleeding.. Rasha snarled hatred. He would avenge his mothers death,
his friends pain. Was given no chance. Rajek ripped into everything within
reach. Then grabbed the young cub, and ran. Ran to places not even the goats
went. Ran on long, hairy legs with 5 toed paws. Holding onto his frightened
son, tears of grief running down the furred face. He stopped only when aching
legs demanded rest, when his breath was short and ragged. Then onward, to a
place he had kept stocked for emergencies. The ManWolf wanted to kill, to slay
them all. But he wouldn't abandon the cub. Not yet. Revenge would have to wait.
He was lost in a haze of inner and outer pain for some time.

                                  * * * *

"Hungry.." the little one whined. What to feed him? Rarai gave him milk. He
picked his son up, lifted the pup to his chest. It chewed on a teat. Nothing
came forth. 'Lord Of The Hunt, Why? We kept faith, Took no more than we needed.
Even helped the Boy...' A fragment of memory. The human staying off a blow,
taking the twin wooden prongs of the fork intended for his beloved. More
reasons to gather strength. "I am sorry, Son. I can not give what you need." He
lay down, feeling empty. The wolfling sucked on a toe. Shock set in, and the
ManWolf knew no more... He awoke, a warm mouth coaxing his aching penis to cum
yet again. What? He looked down. There, paws set on his thighs, was his son.
Nursing not so hungrily. Orgasm overwhelmed his senses. He gritted his teeth,
gulping sounds coming from his crotch. 'So you did find nourishment, of a
kind...'

For the next few days Rasha fed on pre-chewed meat, cold water, and semen. Then
while Rajek was rubbing noses with the puppy who was growing faster than seemed
normal... a noise! He dropped the animal gently, and turned, snarling. To
receive a second shock. One of his own kind.. Ferrath, holding a mangled hand
with strong fingers. "I found this one wandering below. Asked after a DogMan.
You fit." Pity shone in the amber eyes. Murup, or what was left of him, bled on
the rocks. "I try to save her. No good. Fool no good at nothin.." A gurgle.
Blood in the lungs. "Perhaps Fool die good. Tell Rasha sorry. Murup not able to
play..." He fell. 7 days had passed since his mate had died. 7 days of walking
after him, following The Hunt Lord only knows what trail. In That condition...

For a wild moment he wanted to sink his fangs into the flesh, on the off chance
the rumors were true, and Life could be breathed back into the mass of wounds.
The man-boy whispered something, a bloody bubble formed on the bruised lips.
Broke. Rajek lifted the broken body up, straining to hear. "You good Master.
Help Fool find Goats, Sheep. Give Murup Food. Allow Fool suckle at your loins.
Give back what Fool has. Eat of body. No longer have use for it. Take
strength.." Fingers touched a wet cheek. "Not Be sad. Murup go where he can run
with DogMen, WolfWomen, People. Not have bent body. See Rarai there..." The
howl made Eagles cowl down, Panthers snarl in response. Rasha whimpered, as did
Ferrath. Riven Agony. His soul had died when his mate did, Or so he had
thought. Now both heart and spirit were torn asunder again. The ManWolf wanted
to toss the body far from him, but could no more stop from hugging it tightly,
than he could have sprouted wings and flew off. A paw on his shoulder. Another
being. Holding him, whispering words of encouragement. A male. A friend.

He had never understood why Ferrath didn't take a mate, until the tongue slid
over his ears lustily, and not just in sympathy. But the moon was past them...
A yelped moan made Rajek turn. His son, now hungry, had found a new tit, and
was nursing on it lustily. He left them, picking up what was left of a brave
man. Walked up the mountain to a cliff. Lifting it up high, he turned to each
of the four ways, Telling everyone this was a true friend, Who had died as a
Hunter, in Battle. Then knelt, and pressed his lips to dead ones. One last
prayer to The Lord Of The Hunt to guide this being to The Bountiful Lands.
Where one ate nothing but fruits, Loving All The Hunt Lord's creatures, Living
in Peaceful Serenity. And cried for a good hour. Cleansed of a greater part of
his grief, the ManWolf did one last thing. A paw curled around a gray
cock-sheath. Rubbed, pulled, cajoled it into life. It took a while, for his son
had an appetite. At last with a many-toothed grin, ejaculate splattered on the
still form. A long-fingered hand rubbed the life of unborn sons, and daughters
into the dead flesh. A parting gift. He lifted the body high, and heaved it
over the edge. Watched it fall, catch, break into bloody pieces, and scatter
all over the hillside. "My next born is Murup."

He made his way back to the refuge. The other ManWolf lay gasping. Drained by a
cub who seemed sated.. For the moment at least. Rajek grinned wanly. "My son.
Rarai's..." Eyes looked into his. "I heard.. That one I would like to have
met." Respect, sexual undertones. "He took a hay fork meant for my mate."
Walked over to the smoked goat carcass. Pulled two pieces free. Grabbed the
water skin. Gave it and one of the chunks to Ferrath. "So, you are a.." Hooked
two fingers together. Male/Male. A nod. Drank from the skin, passed it over.
They ate in silence. "I came to see if you could be persuaded to return to the
pack. The Leader wants you to return." Green eyes met amber ones. "Only the
Leader?" A redness crept into the ears. "I have run with you, Ran with Rarai.
Not in the same way, of course. She was more of a sister. You were a want, an
ache. I loved you both. It hurt when the two of you left.."

"Papa, who is this?"

"Rasha, this is Uncle Ferrath."

"I had a dream. I saw the human cub. But he was hurt bad."

"That was no dream. He will not be coming to our fire any longer.." A bowed
head touched paws, in reverence to a friend. "Are you hungry?"

"No. Uncle filled me.. His milk tastes different."

Eyes looked at each other. What to say to That.. "I am sleepy. Good Hunting
Uncle Ferrath." A paw patted the cub's head. "Thanks, Rasha." The young one lay
in the sun, snoozing. "So," a huff. "What will you do now?" Rajek wasn't sure.
Said as much.. "Well, I might as well stay. At least until He is weaned. That
you are going to need help with." A bitter laugh. "True." And so it went. The
winter came with it's coldness, but they were warm, the 3 of them. Back to
belly, Rasha between Ferrath, and his father. Food was plentiful if monotonous,
and with two spigots, the ManWolf grew tall, and fast. The summer came and
went. In his second fall, he lost Rajek to a panther. Ferrath came back
scratched, and panting, with the news. They had gone after deer, and the cat
took exception to others taking His prey. Both had rolled off a cliff...
Perhaps it was for the best. After the ManWolf had healed, they returned to the
death site, and made the prayers. It was the first time he felt his Uncle's
tongue on his maleness.

They had made the Gift Of Seed for his Father's memory. Ferrath helping him
masturbate for the first time. Then they had returned to the cave, and His
Uncle had pressed a scarred muzzle against him. Rasha had suckled at Ferrath's
groin for some time, but that day the ManWolf nuzzled between His legs. Lapped
on his balls. Nursed on his cock. Swallowed his semen. Then cried, rocking on
the floor. Rasha held him, licking on his ears, as he had seen the elder do to
Rajek. It seemed to help. That night he lay on the inside, warm fur pressing
against his back. A wandering paw slid between his legs.. And he responded, not
understanding. His erection rubbed the furry hand, feeling nice. But it would
not do to waste seed.. So he sighed, and put the paw elsewhere. Told his Uncle
of the experience the next day. A nod. "The Moon is almost upon us. We must
find another creature for you to use. I would do, but I could not stop myself.
I might hurt you, And that I can not allow."

                                  * * * *

The Buck stood, water dripping down his snout. A scrape of antler, a cough of
challenge. Another Male. In His territory! Well, TallGrass would sort the other
out... Much too late he found out it was not a deer who made those sounds. The
WolfMan leaped out of the brush, taking the startled animal down. Another came
out of hiding, rapidly lashing the hind legs together, Then the fore-hooves.
Together, they carried the still struggling animal back to the cave. Something
bubbled in a vat, green and sweet-smelling. The buck was laid to one side. One
of them sat on it's neck, holding the head up, the other ladled the gook
between the clenched jaws. Clenched at first, that is..

The moon rose up full. Cleared the trees. turning everything silvery. The deer
lay on it's side, no longer bound. By ropes anyway. The head drunkenly stared
at the furry males who made noises, and pranced around the fire. One returned
with more of the stuff. He lapped at the ladle, the muck, the paw holding it.
It was levered up, and he swallowed, sucking on the spoon. Both wolves also
took a sample. The Buck struggled to stand, as they came for him. Noses pressed
on either side of his. Tongues slapped his mouth. He opened it and licked at
the fleshy ribbons. One of them, the younger, moved down the tan back.
Caressing with paws and muzzle, it.. He made his way aft. The deer snorted,
trying to focus on the furry chest in front of him. Made a stab at a tit. Paws
directed the sodden animal to a nipple. Suddenly everything cleared. He licked
on the broad breasts, nosed his way down to the thatch of groin hair. "This one
hungers..."

Ears twitched. He understood them... A growl in reply. "So do I.." His tail was
levered up, something hard slid up his thigh-junction, rubbed his ass. The cock
stabbed, pulled back, knocked again. "Mate me, Wolf!' He snarled, wanting to
feel the maleness... A drop of sweet male-sap got his attention, Teeth bit into
the rubbery flesh. Lips pulled, as the tongue harvested the nugget of pre-cum.
The animal over him growled, rubbed the antlers, the jaw. Drooled on his head.
Licked his ears. Drove the Buck to distraction! So much so, he almost missed
the plunging cock sliding deep into his guts. Yessss! The animal came alive. He
stood, pulling both males up with him. Haunches bent, shoved a furred ass into
a willing lap. Nursed wantonly on the cock-pole, inhaling the scent of ManWolf
musk..

Ferrath yelped, his penis lurching, as strong throat muscles pulled the cum
from his lurching balls. Rasha howled, feeling the anus pull greedily on the
cock-root. He lapped on the bony spine, rapidly pulling on the deer's slick
poker. TallGrass moaned around the mouthful of ManWolf dick. Bit when it's
owner tried to remove it.. Reluctantly let it slip out. Gasped when the animal
slid under him, lapping at the pointed, reddish penis. The other now held onto
his hips and with a flurry of savage thrusts, came deep within his guts. Paws
stroked his white balls, to be replaced by an insistent tongue. Now both
ManWolf paid their full attention the deer's groin area. He chewed on a furry
tail-tip. They kissed, his penis pressed between the snouts. Then a growl, and
his cock was engulfed, fangs skinning the sheath back, the creature wanting
every last inch it could get. He shook his head and grunted. The younger one
moved forward, grinned at him, and before the bucks uneven gaze, lifted the
other's tail, and plunged his erection under it.

A muffled howl and increased suction told of pleasure.. TallGrass snorted, and
nuzzled the furry chest. The ManWolf held onto a hairy thigh with one paw, and
stroked the striped jaw with the other, as the Buck chewed on his hard nipples.
Long fingers milked his tight nut-sack, pulling on them, squeezing them gently,
but erotically. The buck growled, pressing his mouth against the snout. A
languid kiss.. The animal under them was flipped, legs now dangling on either
side of the young one's. The ManWolf grunted, sucked erratically, then even
more wantonly as long fingers wrapped around his hard cock, pulling it up to be
lapped by a pair of tongues. Ferrath howled, shooting a geyser of cum onto the
animals. The deer came next, shuddering, as he lapped at the still spurting
penis. Then Rasha felt the itch build under his balls.. He moaned, spilling his
seed into the horny ManWolf.. This continued on into the night. Sometimes they
would kneel under the buck, being buggered. Sometimes he was the meat in the
all-male sandwich.

They slept, drank more of the herbal concoction, and screwed each other in as
many ways as 3 male bodies can be fit together. At last the deer was let loose,
and they spent the last days holding each other and traveling. Then the moon
turned.. Rasha found it didn't matter to Ferrath. He was as willing with the
Moon as without..

                                  * * * *

In their travelings they met a man. He owned a carnival. And was sympathetic to
a pair of wolves on the run from yet another aggravated pack of villagers.. He
also had a fondness for furry males. They stayed in wolf form. Allowed
themselves to be put in cages. The food was good, and if people gawked at them,
so what.. They lived for the nights. When the small camp was made, all the
animals were freed. Then partners were picked for the evenings orgy. Well,
beginning partners, for very few woke up with the same being they had chosen
the night before. Jona had come to their cages, after making a fire and getting
everybody fed. He petted Rasha, then moved his hand lower. When the wolf made
no objections, the hand went lower still, to grasp a pair of balls. Rasha
moaned, nuzzling the man's arm. Ferrath was going nuts beside him, also wanting
an arm. He got a paw.. Attached to a horny bear. "This is Tamna. He too likes
males.." In fact the entire troop liked males..

The stallion was nuzzling the smooth nuts of a lion, who in turn was lazily
lapping on his erection. A pair of monkeys were already on the embrace of a
boa, one cock in it's mouth, another sliding into the tail vent. It's own
hemi-penis was being rubbed by two sets of feet. Rasha shook off the hand long
enough to leave the cage, and shoved his nose into the man's crotch. Jona
grinned, and quickly disrobed. Ferrath didn't even get that much of a chance.
The bear pulled him out of the enclosure, and dropped him into a furry lap,
munching on his balls. The wolf howled, lapping on the leathery scrotum. Tamna
swallowed his cock, stroking the soaked nut-sack. Rasha chuckled at his Uncle's
plight, then turned his attention to the maleness which jutted out of the
wonderfully scented crotch. The hand was in place again, as the man lay on his
side, stroking the hairy cock-holder. The wolf moaned, taking a lick on the
bobbing dick. He watched as the lion buggered the horse, grunting.

He slid his muzzle along the length, swallowing the penis. Then gasped as a
warm mouth engulfed him. His ears took in the sounds of sex.. Ferrath and the
bear came at the same time. The lion now had the long horse-cock in it's mouth,
and was sucking on it. The monkeys had exchanged the snake for a goat, and were
humping it like mad. The reptile made the rounds, sliding it's tongue across
this cock, that swollen testicle.. Rasha felt the small teeth bite gently into
his balls. He yelped, then came, as a finger wormed inside his ass-hole. The
man shuddered, filling his mouth with sticky cum. The wolf swallowed it all,
wanting more. He raised his head in time to see the stallion explode. His
fire-hose was being worked on by both the lion and the boa. The animal pranced,
then shoved it's hips forward.. Semen jetted into the open mouths. His mouth
watered for a taste.. He shoved his snout down, sucking hungerily.

Ferrath was now merrily bouncing in the bear's lap, yelping as claws tugged on
his doggy-cock. He bent down, and gave it a lick. Tamna fell onto his wide
back, still clutching the animal. The snake found an unattached penis, and went
after it. The wolf's eyes crossed.. The bear groaned, cum flooding the greedy
animal's guts. The serpent got it's mouthful, as well.. Ferrath passed out,
orgasm robbing him of all sense. Rasha fared no better.. The others also went
to sleep fondling each other. The next day they all went into the river. And it
was breakfast, void some wastes, then back into the cages. And another town.
And more stares, more pokes, more males who looked at him in a very familiar
way.

After they spending 2 full months of this, Ferrath told Rasha it was time to
leave. "We are close to a place I have not seen in some time." That night Rasha
spent with the bear, and the horse. His only regret was that the animal was way
too huge to fit in his ass. Tamna jerked off the stallion for him, more than
once. Rasha sighed as he left the camp. He would miss them all.. Ferrath came
along side him, and as they made their way up the road, they played a form of
'grab-ass'... The wolf would shove his cold nose into Rasha's balls, making him
yelp, and jump. The canine grinned, trotting ahead a few paces. Rasha would
reciprocate by waiting a moment, then take a long lap at his Uncle's
cock-sheath, nipping at the pointed red tip that peeked out. Ferrath would
groan, and Rasha would chuckle, trotting onward. When neither could stand it
any longer, they jumped into the long grass and rolled into a furry ball,
sucking on each other's dicks. Each wanted the other one to cum first, while
trying to keep from blowing his wad..

Experience won out over youth, as Ferrath tickled the fleshy pole with his
tongue. Rasha moaned, his swollen nuts igniting. Ejaculate spilled out of the
abused cock, as the animal milked it for all the sweet sap he could. Then it
was his Uncle's turn to yelp, as the wolf got his revenge. They lay together,
gently sucking in each other. Then they headed for a stream, got a drink, and
lay in the shade for a time.

                                  * * * *

The place was a grove of trees. Rasha felt as if he had been here all his life,
yet had never seen the place before. A man stood beside a silvery trunk.
"Welcome, Travelers.. Please enter." They stood, turning into Furry men. The
man seemed to take no notice. One hand pointed towards a cabin. It wasn't until
they were close, that Rasha saw the man's eyes were misted over. They would
never see the beauty he lived in.. The ManWolf placed a paw on his shoulder in
sympathy. A gentle smile.. He felt no lust for the male, which was somehow
strange. They were put up for the night, each receiving a bath and a rub-down.
Again, even though the hands rubbed his butt most wonderfully, and he groaned
with appreciation at their skill, his penis stayed quiet. His testicles didn't
swell. "Why?"

The fingers pressed him back down onto the warm table. "Why what, my son?"
Ferrath tried to warn the younger one.. But he had to know. "You are a male..
Your hands feel most wonderful on my skin.. But I do not want to mate with
you." He blurted the last. Ferrath growled.. Then sighed. A chuckle, as the man
continued kneading the furry shoulder. "Youth.. Perhaps because I feel no lust
for you either. Or your Elder.. I am Keeper of the Forest. My pleasure is in
the Trees.. And giving what I can to others. If you were in need, I could do
things to alleviate you. But I do not believe either of you require much more
than rest and a good meal." Both were far too true. They had traveled far from
the Caravan. Eaten what they could find. Kept far away from Man. Rasha licked
the back of the hand that rubbed his ears. "Forgive me.." A gentle pat on his
head. "Nothing to forgive.. Now sleep." They were shown rooms and for the first
time in ages lay on beds, instead of soggy grass.

Dawn was long past when they were roused by the smell of herbal soup. A quick
dip in a cold stream and a hearty meal revived the pair. Ferrath tried to
purchase supplies with one of the few coins he always kept on his personage.. A
sack of grasses, herbs and roots was thrust into the paw. "I have no need of
money either.. Return when you can." Rasha impulsively wrapped his long arms
around the man and hugged him. "I wish I could give you something in return..
But all I have is my body. And you do not want That.." Hands stroked his back.
"Love is the greatest gift anyone can give.." He pressed his cheek against the
muzzle.. Then startled the ManWolf by giving him a kiss! "Fare Thee Well,
Youth.." Ferrath tugged the younger one away. "Fare Thee Well, Brother.."

                                  * * * *

"Are you sure, Uncle?" The scent of human was strong. A nod. "I have been here
before.." He called between cupped paws at the ramshackle hut. The sound was
different than any Rasha had ever heard.. An answering cry came from the
building. The light went out in the single window. A door opened, and a slim
figure appeared.. "Hurry.." The pair vanished within the framework.. To find it
twice the size of what it seemed! "Have you fear in enclosed places?" Since
both of them had been raised in caves, dark recessed spaces meant nothing to
them.. A rug was lifted to reveal a door. Rasha Still wasn't sure about this..
But his Uncle was. The threesome vanished down into a large room, with smaller
ones excavated nearby. "Cozy, but quiet.. We may speak freely here." Ferrath
suddenly jumped on the man, tossing him to the ground! They rolled in a clutch
for a time.. Then the ManWolf yelped and jerked. "Oh Yeah?" The human lurched
this time.. It was too dark to see what was going on between the two, So Rasha
found a candle and lit it. He Didn't Think it was Serious, but he wanted to
make sure..

The light showed two males struggling to get the other's hand off his crotch,
while keeping his own in place. The ManWolf reached down and grabbed the
malenesses.. One fur-covered, the other hidden by cloth. "Is this a private
game, or may anyone play?" They both growled at him and fingers went for his
crotch. He laughed as all three of them pressed mouths together.

"Anath, This is Rasha.." The man kissed him again, and gripped both pairs of
furry balls. "Hey!" They ganged up on him, removing his clothes, holding his
arms, humping hard doggy-cocks through his hands as they licked and nuzzled his
cock, sucking on it with lips touching, sliding their muzzles up and down. All
3 blew at the same time, collapsing into a sweaty heap, falling asleep
together.

                                  * * * *

Morning came with yawns and d kisses, the 2 ManWolf taking turns giving Anath a
tongue bath. "Oh Gods.. Stop! Don't Stop!" Ferrath chuckled, nipping on his
smooth butt. "Make up your mind." he moved his body up and Biting the man's
neck, Forced his cock between the hairless cheeks. "Get your hips up and take
it, Human!" Rasha was about to protest when lips wrapped around his cock and
sucked hungerily. "He likes to be taken sometimes.. So do I." The ManWolf went
to full fur, going to 4 legs, fucking the sweating, moaning man harder,
growling. Rasha rubbed his head, squatting, humping slowly then a little
faster, amazed to watch the throat bulge, the obvious enjoyment as his uncle
thrust and humped. He closed his eyes and groaned, orgasm making him grip his
uncle's shoulders. Anath continued sucking until he Bit on the spongy flesh
Ferrath exploding into his rear. Then both wolves slid paws down to grip the
human's erection, working on it, stroking it as Rasha slid down to lay under
him, kissing the dripping cock-tip. "Breakfast? Kinda small.. But I guess it
will do." He engulfed the man's dick, getting his own mouthful of sticky stuff
to swallow.

What Anath may have lacked in size he made up for in volume, giving a good
showing of himself, and Ferrath groaned, whispering a proposition into one of
the smooth ears, licking it. "You - Unnnh - Mean that?" The wolf nodded and
thrust into the clinging hole, growling. They fell over and all 3 embraced,
then washed from gourds of water, and ate. "How would you like to see your
Father's Village Rasha?" The young ManWolf's eyes lit up. "Sure!" Then slyly
rubbed a nude ball-sack. "And would our friend here be going as well?" Anath
laughed. "If I don't die from being humped by 2 horny canines before we get
there.." Another paw rubbed his dick, making it throb and become erect again.
Ferrath leaned over and licked the smooth skin. "We promise to give you a very
nice burial if it happens." Then moved down and engulfed the man's dick,
sucking softly.

Anath moaned, kissing Rasha, stroking his sheath, getting kissed even more
hungerily in return. "I gather you 2 meant to leave later.." The older wolf
nodded, stopping long enough to say, "When night falls." Then continued his
sucking. "Oh No," The human groaned, his nuts being fondled as the younger one
moved to lick a nipple, "I have to keep you 2 sex-fiends satisfied all day?"
Rasha stood and straddled his Uncle, feeding his now erect dick into the man's
mouth. "Not All day... Just most of it."

                                  * * * *

Leaving was a matter of gathering what few things the man owned and slipping
away under cover of darkness. They slept during the day, making love and eating
in secluded spots. It took some days walking, as 'Grab-ass' with 3 horny people
took longer to finish. And Anath had to rest a while before resuming.. But
finally the the place of the ManWolf was found. Guards welcomed them most
heartily, patting their butts as they trio made their way down the path to the
gathering area. As they came in sight of the Village, he heard a cry. "Rasha!"
Two beings came running, one limping. Rarai was lifted by her son, hugged him.
A full season had passed and the ManWolf had grown. Rajek, well scarred, smiled
at him. Gripped the paw. "Father... But I thought you dead." A chuckle. "When I
fought the cat, we fell, hitting a ledge. I, on top... As usual." Rarai cuffed
his arm. "That's my line!" "So, all I had to do was crawl off, and down to the
bottom. Took the skin with me. It now sits in the hut.. As to your mother.
Murup saved her. Took her to a place of safety. Then found us." 4 heads bowed a
moment. "So, Cub.. Who is this?" The human stood to one side, listening.
"Anath, scholar, and mate." Rarai beckoned him. Felt an arm under the robe.
"Too skinny." Looked into the eyes. "Dull..." The man grasped her tail. "I
speak the ManWolf Tongue, Mother-Of-The-One-Who-Shares-My-Bed." He was lifted,
hugged so hard ribs creaked in protest. Rajek patted the back, a little more
gently than his mate. Too few meals had gone through that frame..

"Ferrath, This is your doing! Hooking our son up with a sparrow..." A hung
head. A flashed smile. "I did nothing more than set his feet towards the
Scholar... How was I to know they would want to share me?" All of them grinned.
"Come, If you are to be with My son, You will need nourishment." He was
half-dragged into a wide hut, followed by the other ManWolf, Rasha last. He
looked over the Village. A male with mis-matched eyes, stared crookedly at him.
"Papa, Who is that?" Rajek peeked out. "Gadrlh. Like Murup. He too is.." Claws
hooked. Well, then. He would have to meet the other one. Anath would be busy
studying the culture.. He grinned, picturing the male lying between them..
Rasha went inside to get re-acquainted with his family.

The End