Chapter 11

The next day started as the others. Denver and Long Fang noted Silver was missing, his assistance replaced by another of Nova’s brothers of another mother, Swift River. Otherwise, they all worked at getting the heavy harness on him. Out in the sunlight, Denver couldn’t help but comment on how soft and shiny his pelt was, taking every chance to give him a quick pet.

Anubis wasn’t a fool. Thinking back, what Denver was doing would have been aggressively criticized even if he were a Wogtal, but Anubis came to the realization that he didn’t really mind. The omega was both adorable and submissive, his two favorite things. Smirking to himself, he mused briefly just how simple it would be to turn the boy into a hot mess when he gave his haunch a stroke before snatching back his hand.

Today, he was to haul great trunks of trees that had been traded for from a passing flat bed over to the sawmill. Plenty of the buildings needed new planks before the winter set in. As he stood to be hooked up, the smell of the trees assaulted his nose. These trees came from the same forest in the mountains, and he wasn’t sure if he should consider whether it smelled like home or hell.

The path that he had to walk to drag the logs took him through the heart of the commune. Along the way he had to pass Jack, Fern, and White Toe working on pulling the broken engine from the tractor. The thing leaked fluids that made his nose ache, and yet they hardly seemed to notice. So focused were they on what they were doing, he had to shake his head. Their senses were so dulled, none of them would last a week in the mountains. Although, come to think of it, he had thought that of Nova, too.

His ears perked when he heard coquettish giggles near him, drawing him from his thoughts. A couple women stood together by the drying racks, watching him and whispering. When he walked back to get another log, the crowd had grown. By the time he was returning, leaning into the harness, it had grown again. By his third pass, he could not help but smirk and make a show of his strength with a little saunter. Some half dozen women eyed him keenly, their tails swishing while giggling so loud that it was gaining Jack’s attention.

“I bet those paws turn into some big hands,” purred a mottled tri colored kappa unabashedly, cupping her cheeks dreamily.

“What?” Jack peered over at her.

“Oh, sure!” another responded as they ignored him. “An’ jist look at ‘em shoulders! Like mountains!”

Fern’s head popped over the tractor. “What?”

Jack rolled his eyes at the women. “Course he’s got big shoulders! He’s a Dire!”

As soon as Fern followed their gazes and grinned with his tongue hanging out, White Toe struck him with the wrench. “No! Bad dog. Keep yer dick in.”

The women tittered together, wagging their tails as they watched Anubis haul the last log. “An’ how his haunches bulge with power...”

“His bulges even bulge with power!”

“I’d like to see the power in the bulges under ‘is tail!”

They all yipped in laughter. Jack groaned and smacked his forehead against the side of the tractor.

Scrambling to the top of the tractor, Fern waved his grease covered hands. “Hey, bitches. Don’t ye’ve fish to be dryin’? Ya’ll distractin’ me!”

One of the women stuck her tongue out at him “Oh yeah, cuz we’re the distracting ones!”

As the crowd dispersed, one of them stated “My fish can’t ever be dry with him around” and they burst into laughter again.

“What did I do?” Jack muttered to himself.

“What’d ye do?” Fern repeated incredulously. “What did ye do? Why, ye only dropped a very handsome wolf in the middle o’ a pack o’ thirsty bitches, an’ ye insisted he be naked!” He threw up his hands and pointed to Anubis already in the distance. “For fuck’s sake, look at the glossy bastard! Ye can see his balls from here! They’re fuckin’ glorious! It weren’t yer brightest idea, Jack.”

Jack glared up at him, then over at White Toe when he agreed with his brother. With a growl, he turned back to his work. “I’m gonna neuter ‘im.”

“Ha!” White Toe barked. “Ye an’ what army? Gonna call Khade’grr?”

Fern squatted down to peer at his alpha. “C’mon, Jack, we’re no good at this slave business, and he’s been ‘bout as dangerous as an aggressive sneeze. He’s either gonna be part of the pack, or he has to go. This whole thing’s been more torture for us than him. Fuck, he almost looks like he’s enjoyin’ it! I wouldn’t even need to force ‘im to suck my dick. He’d do it just cuz he’s more into the slave thing than we are.”

“If I suck yer dick, will ye drop it so we can get this done?”

Fern gasped, his hand in front of his snout. “Don’t do that to me, Jack! Not ‘less ye mean it!” He put his hands over his heart. “I only been dreamin’ o’ it since we was pups!”

Rolling his eyes with a barely contained smirk and fond shake of his head, he sniffed the air and redoubled his efforts. “Unless ye intend to be doin’ this in the rain, let’s get back to it.”

Standing tall, Fern put his hand over his eyes and squinted into the distance, frowning. “I hope Iron Gale stays with the otters tonight. Hey! Garth! Time to buckle down! Storm’s a blowin!”

Within an hour, the storm flew in with a vengeance. Everyone was scrambling to get things put away. By the time Anubis was done hauling equipment into the various barns, and assisted in herding some of the wayward animals back into their protected pens, the chill wind was blowing dust into the air until it was near blinding. Denver and Long Fang hurried with removing his harness, and rushed out of the barn, not even looking back to ensure the door of his stall was latched much less locked.

Rolling his eyes, he fluffed up his bed of hay and flopped down, ignoring the growl in his belly. Closing his eyes, he listened to the angry rain pound the roof in furious sheets. He really should get sleep, considering how weary he was, but there were things behind his eyes that he did not wish to relive and stared blankly at the hole in a plank of the wall. Thunder rolled overhead, many flashes illuminating a figure at his door. Perking, his head snapped around to find Nova soaking wet and holding a big bowl of the meal they had all shared that evening, though it was well past dinner time.

“Uh,” she started nervously, her teeth nearly chattering, “D-Denver said he forgot to feed ye, so I told ‘im I’d ... make sure someone took care of it.” She put the bowl down, her hands shivering with the cold. “I-I ... had to wait for omma to go to sleep.”

His eyes narrowed wickedly and he rose to his paws, prowling towards her with the focused gaze of a hunter. Her breath caught and she stepped back but bumped into the corner of the doorway, and he was already too close for her to reconsider. She panted hotly when he sniffed the air and met her gaze knowingly. She wasn’t in heat, but she was plenty needy.

Licking her nose and gulping, she lowered herself submissively, and gathered the courage to whisper, “just ... just don’t knot me, o-okay? Ju-just in case.”

Raising a brow, he pointed to his muzzle expectantly. Swallowing hard, she tugged the buckle until it fell to the ground and was as forgotten as the dinner.

Pressing his nose against her crotch, it made her gasp. He took a deep sniff and looked up at her with a devilish smirk that sent a shudder up her spine. Whimpering, she obediently unbuttoned her shorts, biting her lip when he pawed them down far enough for his searing tongue to lap at her damp spade. Every commanding lick made her gasp and whimper, her legs shaking to hold her up against the onslaught of sensation. She was practically perched on his nose, a hand on his head to steady herself while he helped himself to her needy hole.

Just as she grew hazy, he moved so he could nudge her away from the wall, making her trip forward. Stepping over her, he put an enormous paw over her head, pressing her helplessly into the hay. Gasping for air, her heart pounded in her chest. His other foreleg wrapped forcefully under her belly and jerked her hips up. His paws spread her legs wide, exposing her to his whim. This was what she was here for; to be dominated, and he knew it.

As he rubbed his throbbing length along her spade methodically, he leaned down into her vision and growled deeply, the entire building rumbling with the thunder that roared at the same time. “My pet.”

She whined in a way he had not heard from her before. A fiendish grin bared his teeth when his shaft was instantly dripping with her arousal and her hips squirmed in desperation. “Yes, yes, Master,” she gasped, and couldn’t tell if it was more thunder or his approving growl that made her body vibrate.

Smug and pleased, he leaned back, clutched her hips tightly, and plunged his length to just before his knot in only a few thrusts despite how tight she was. So full of him, she moaned and panted, lost to the waves of pleasure crashing through her as he began at his leisure until working to a crescendo.

Putting a paw next to her head so he could lean into his thrusts, he panted against her ear, feeling himself drawing close. With a low growl, he pulled on her scruff, demanding her complete surrender. Her hands gripping the hay, every last shred of resistance melted, so lost to the thrill that she was willing to take every last inch of him had he intended it. For a moment, he pondered it; to remind her that she belonged to him, as he always had. Like property.

With a feral groan, he pulled out and rubbed his throbbing shaft against her ravaged pussy as the ropes of his cum shot out of him hard enough to rustle the hay. For a long moment, they panted together, trying to regain their senses. Flopping over with a thud, he nuzzled and licked her cheek. The sweet, satisfied smile she gave him made his whole body tingle, and he forgot how to breathe for a moment. She had never done that before, always seeming so ashamed when he was finished. Squirming over, she slipped between his legs and snuggled into his dense, warm fur, listening to the storm until a shocked gasp startled them both.

Realizing the morning had already started without them, they scrambled to separate as Denver put a hand beside his eyes and turned away, stuttering “I-I-I don’t- I don’t see nothin’. I-I don’t know n-nothin’.”

“I’m so sorry, Denver,” Nova whimpered, pulling her shorts up and rushing out of the stall without glancing back.

Gulping, Denver leaned down to pick up the discarded muzzle. “Ye, uh, ye better, uh, finish yer break- breakfast,” he muttered awkwardly before retreating to complete some other task, leaving the muzzle on a bench.

Knowing Nova’s scent was all over, Anubis did the only thing he could think to do. After all, it hadn’t been uncommon for the slaves to piss themselves because they had been forced to hold it too long, and the smell was strong enough to cover everything.

Long Fang was the one to peer at him curiously from around the corner a moment later, his snout wrinkled. “Really? Yer gonna be the one that cleans that. Don’t even look at me. Now ye come out here so I can put this on. I ain’t goin’ in there.”