“…Yeah. Yeah, no, everything’s going well over here. Yeah, actually, there haven’t been any problems whatsoever – or at least, none that we haven’t been able to… nip in the bud, so to say. Oh, hang on a sec.”

Renesco squeezed his phone to his ear against his shoulder, head cocked at an angle where he sat way back in the enclosure. Forget sheep in wolf’s clothes, he thought for what had to be the sixth time today; I’m the sheep in the wolf’s den, and the wolf’s scent, and the wolf’s slobber, and the wolf’s entire family, and… Still keeping his phone pinned, he angled his head down to once again appraise the little bundle of fluff and warmth and squirming, kicking legs resting in his arm, the sheep’s other hand holding the bottle as he tried to feed this pup.

The new litter was about a full month old by now, and of course he could still remember what it had been like to birth them. Hell, that’s something that’ll probably stick with me the rest of my life. Even once we go through the… the second one, further down the line, and a sweet, deep shiver ran through his body at the idea, there’s just something about that first time…

“Okay,” he said into the receiver again, and once more nudged it up along his shoulder. Renesco leaned down to coo a few little nothings to the growing wolf pup in his arm. “What was I saying?… Yeah, yeah. So everything back at the ranch is okay? You of all freaks know I’d love to come back and keep an eye on things myself, but – work here has just gotten so much more, so…”

“Yeah.” Julan’s familiar voice came through from the other side of the line. It sounded as though the skunk was in the barn right now, given the occasional background noise of various livestock sounds, or the thump of one of the gates, or the crunching and rustling of stacked hay. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I think I’m really getting the hang of how to handle things – and I mean more than just Daisy. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. We did have a visitor the other week – I know I told you about him – but he’s cool. Nothing to worry about. Already knows his way around the hind end of a horse.” Some more rattling trickled through. “Had one or two things to show me, in fact, and I understand he’s got some more tips and tricks. But, enough about that – what’s going on with you at the zoo?”

“Well, the – oof – the pups are doing well. Perfectly, in fact. Better than expected.” Renesco shifted the tiny feral wolf to his other arm and reached out for one of the others, all bundled together near where he lounged back in the dimness of the den. “I mean, there’s kinda no precedent for something like this, right? At least, not formally recorded. No fuckin’ doubt that it’s happened before, but nobody’s come forward and done a scientific study of it.”

“Two-legged sheep gets romanced by a literal pack of feral wolves, has nasty freaky animal sex with them for months on end, gets preggerino by them, carries those little things to term, and gives birth to them – yeah. I wonder. Don’t you work with other canines? Can’t they, y’know, tell?”

“I don’t – know? I mean, it’s not really something that someone would… bring up in polite conversation. Y’know?” Then to the pup in his arms: “Okay, you’re done. No, don’t give me any of that. It’s your brother’s turn. C’mere, you rascal… Grimm’s been doing a great job taking care of things. He does have a personal stake in the matter, I mean.”

“Yeah, and I’d bet he’d like to get a personal stake in you. Wolfbait.”

“Ehh. I don’t really think so, actually.” Renesco lifted his head up towards where he knew one of the surveillance cameras hid in the den, out of view of where he currently sat – the wolves’, and now his, assigned safe zone, beyond any outside interaction or observation. “He’s very… um… matter-of-fact. Well, that’s not quite the right term. This is all just work and study to him. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out he’s a robot or something, or doesn’t have anything down there at all.” He shook his head. “Would be a damn shame. Dude’s a walking bombshell and doesn’t even know it, and if he did want to have pups, I don’t think I’d be able to say no.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Wolfbait.”

“Well-”

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing. So what’s with these extended weeks away from home? They got you living there now?”

“I mean, basically? There’s more space back in the den further away from the cameras, and I’ve had to adjust my schedule a bit so that the other employees don’t catch on, but – Grimm has me sleeping out here with them, and showed me all the other facilities around the zoo so I can take care of everything I need to.”

“Are you getting paid overtime for being there?”

“I’m getting paid in the best sex of my goddamn life on a nearly twice daily basis.”

“Okay. Touché. Hey, in a way, so am I over here.” Julan chuckled. “I am probably gonna have Shekh back over this weekend, if that’s alright with you. The horses behave much better around him than me.”

“Yeah, from what you’ve told me, I don’t have an issue with it. Well – I wanna see some more videos, yeah?”

“Bet. That’ll be pretty easy to do. Once he’s in the mood, it’s hard to get him to focus on anything else, and-”

Renesco turned where he sat again, and felt the sharp gaze laid across him before he saw it: from around the turn in the den towards the mouth of the artificial cavern, another much taller, broader, better dressed wolf had drifted into view, Grimm resting one paw on the edge of one of the boulders. “Oh. Hang on another sec.” Renesco lifted his head, slowly rocking the wolf pup in his arms. “What’s up?”

Where most of Renesco’s pack were the standard grey wolf, feral in stature, busy fur and brushy tails, pelts all an assortment of stone grey to cloud white to bark and soil brown, Grimm – the zoo’s chief veterinarian, and the sole catalyst and foundation in enabling this wonderful change in the sheep’s life to happen – towered over most of the other employees and cast a shadow even longer than he was tall, his ebony and charcoal fur looking as though he were part of that shadow. Over this past month since he had given birth to the new litter Renesco had spent more time with Grimm than anyone else in his life, and could pick his scent out from the general myriad mix of each day at the facility: it did not have quite the same effect on the sheep as when he shoveled his nose up between the hindlegs of the alphas here, but admittedly it could still ignite a little stir deep within him, especially when the vet came along to document, record, or otherwise observe his breeding sessions with the animals, and-

And Grimm nodded back over his shoulder, the movement small, quick, efficient. “Flank and Jerky are… ready and waiting for you.”

Renesco nodded. “Hey, Julan, I’m gonna have to go. Call you back later, okay?” He let the phone slip from his shoulder, barely caught it, and then wiggled it back into his pocket, exchanging this pup for yet another one. When he spoke next he did so again to Grimm. “Almost done here. Where – just, like, out in the enclosure? Aren’t we open and receiving visitors?”

“Back in one of the procedure rooms. No cameras other than what I bring in, and we won’t be bothered there.” The older wolf crossed his arms. “Probably best to continue with the studies there, instead of back here. You’ve started getting a bit… vocal…”

But from there the sheep only heard half of what the vet had to say to him. Bottle emptied, arms and lap warm with the remnant luscious heat of his own litter, he lifted each up to his muzzle and gave them a nuzzle and lick in goodbye – then giggled as the other adults from the pack padded over as well, able to sense his intent. He reached around thick arms and broad shoulders, fingers running through dense, coarse fur, head bumped this way and that as sharp fangs nudged against him and broad tongues slurped over, coating his wool and skin in the distinctive silky slickness of feral lupine drool. Hot, ragged breath puffed into his open mouth alongside those tongues, Renesco welcoming them in, licking in return, sucking across them… becoming a little bit lightheaded, swaying where he sat, arousal growing… and across the den Grimm cleared his throat, then did so again, and again.

The sheep blinked, coughed, spluttered, swallowed the feral drool a few times, and finally managed to lift himself upright. “Sorry,” he said, and brushed himself off – then adjusted his pants between the legs. “Sorry. I just get a little… um…”

Cool, sharp ice-blue eyes slid across his figure up and down, then briefly regarded the retreating pack. “Attached.” Grimm flicked his tongue out across his thin lips. “I’ve put in a notice with our employer that your contract is to be indefinitely extended as per my own input and oversight. Luckily the paperwork allows me to be vague about the specific reason, but for all corporate knows, it is indeed linked to an attachment between caretaker and animal.”

“Wait.” Renesco shielded his eyes against the sunlight as the vet led him out into the main section of the enclosure, then back around towards the employee access. “So they – know?”

“No, they don’t know. They’re living creatures; bonding and imprinting is unavoidable, and with some species, even encouraged for a more proper upbringing in captivity. There are rules and strictures in place to keep things running smoothly; before you worked here, we had a gorilla over on the opposite side of the facility who became such close friends with one of the employees, that when she left to work in a different zoo across the city, he wrecked the enclosure and threw dangerous fits until we brought her back.” Grimm opened the door and ushered the sheep inside, then closed it behind them. “So they think that’s what’s going on. Nothing more. They don’t have to know.”

Renesco breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God-”

“However,” the wolf went on, his gravelly voice reverberating in the tight quarters of the access hall. He reached out and tapped sharp, manicured claws against the wall. “There are rumors among the other employees about your… involvement with the wolves. Despite your… somewhat naive hopes otherwise.”

Renesco nearly stumbled over himself, and also had to reach out to the wall for support. His heart leapt in his chest. “What?”

One of Grimm’s ears flicked back towards him. “Yes. Didn’t I tell you? Since before you gave birth. That was part of why I brought you into my office to speak about it, remember? It wasn’t reported directly to myself or my supervisors, but the rumors were certainly rampant enough for even someone in my position to have heard about them, enough that I could write you a two page report on the details.

“But-” The sheep hustled to catch up. “Everything I’ve been doing – I thought that – well, there’s the – oh, God-”

Now Grimm held up a finger. “Let me finish. These rumors between you and the wolves have mostly died down – mostly. Were my own interest and scientific curiosity in the matter not so deep, know that I would not put in anywhere near as much effort to keep this down.” He turned his head so that he could regard the sheep behind him with one icy eye. “It is fortuitous that you chose the wolves to capture your attention, as that allowed the rumor to quite organically shift to the idea that now it is just myself with whom you maintain relations.”

Again with that flutter deep down in his loins; Renesco had never really thought that he found Grimm attractive, but the longer the month went on, the more that something inside him just seemed to click on to the fact that he, too, was a wolf. Part of the pack, the sheep’s body was seeming to tell him; part of the family. And, sure, he does have that… icy cold demeanor, and that’s always hot. Taller than me. I get the impression he’s pretty in shape underneath his uniform, too. Always wears those tight pants, and by God if he’s not trying to show off his sheath bulge… I could see him having a piercing down there. One of those rings, through the skin of the sheath… or maybe right down in the snoot zone. Maybe both? No, just one of them. And… and…

And then it finally sank in. Renesco quickened his pace again. “And – and you just – let them talk about-”

Grimm waved a paw. “It doesn’t matter to me what they say and talk about it, especially when there’s no truth whatsoever to the rumor. Let them believe what they want. This way is far safer for everyone involved than them theorizing about the actually true case of you fraternizing with the animals.” He reached down for the exit to the access hallway, nudged the door open, and then led Renesco out into the sunlight once again, this time beyond the fence border of the visitor’s section of the zoo: back here would be the maintenance and employee buildings, the security, the freight and deliveries and everything else that actually allowed the facility to run on its day to day schedule.

And of course as soon as the door closed behind the two, as soon as Grimm finished telling Renesco about these shifting rumors, the first thing the sheep saw once his eyes adjusted to the light was a pair of canine coworkers – another wolf and then a mutt – passing by in conversation, which then trailed off as they saw them. Ears perked, eyes sharpened, whiskers pitched forward; the canine glanced from Renesco to Grimm and then back, much preferring to make eye contact with him instead, and then the two picked up their pace and continued on.

For all that Renesco could tell, then, Grimm did not even notice. He simply continued forward along the path, glancing both ways to ensure no work vehicles were coming, and started on towards the veterinary offices near the edge of the facility. Renesco could not help but glance back over his shoulder again and again at the two retreating figures, who seemed to do exactly the same thing as well.

They think I’m fucking Grimm… As he trailed behind Renesco looked forward again, eyeing the black wolf’s figure from behind. His tall ears, his prim, glistening fur, his sleek muzzle; those sharp shoulders, the tight chest, the form-fitting uniform shirt tucked into his belted pants… the tail swinging and swaying behind him, bushy but well-kept, with the firm, strong rump just behind, still shapely enough to make itself known in the seat of his pants, and the long legs striding with confidence towards the veterinary building.

To Renesco’s mild surprise, though, the wolf continued around to the other side and brought him to the rear entrance. Still without another word he dug the key out of his pocket, fixed it into the lock, then again opened the door and motioned the sheep inside, into the prim, sterile interior halls, his ears flicking every now and again to the sounds of something going on in any of the procedure rooms. Where Grimm was the chief vet, he was by no means the only one: a full zoo required an equally full team, and as far as Renesco could tell, what of the wolf’s day which did not go towards administrative and bookkeeping duties fell to training and oversight instead.

Grimm glanced in at the placard for each room as he passed by, took him down a corner, and then guided Renesco into one of the larger sections at the back, holding back to close and lock the door behind them. Even before he had stepped in, that same something within the sheep’s body had started to tingle – and sure enough it was a pair of panting muzzles and slobbery tongues that greeted him, the feral wolves’ powerful muscles pushing at his hips, his midsection, his shoulders… his jaw as he dropped to his knees to greet them, the sides of his face, the inside of his mouth when he parted his lips.

“Oh. Oh! Hey, you two. Hey – boys-” Renesco turned his head this way and that, laughing, giggling, returning the sloppy kisses as they came. “Flank. Jerky. Grimm here said you’re ready – I was just – taking care of the new litter, and-”

“I’m sure you’re well aware,” Grimm interrupted, with a quick tug on the blinds to hide the interior of the room from the hallway outside, “but it’s their mating season, and even without their broodmother present, their hormones are spiking to fit the natural cycle. They’ve been impatient all week, and it’s frankly been hell trying to keep them under control – and finding excuses not to sedate them today, like my colleagues have been expecting.” This done, he turned and padded around the happy ferals to the other side of the room, where Renesco now saw the same familiar tattered, beaten, stained mattress set up along the floor, with a vast array of recording and observational equipment assembled around it. As Grimm spoke he snapped a pair of gloves on over his paws, then wiggled them further down into place. “Normally we have to provide them relief. There are methods and procedures for the proper extraction. I have been foregoing these in favor of my own studies.” Now he motioned to the sheep again. “Undress. As per these procedures, I must perform a medical checkup first.”

“Huh?” Renesco glanced over to him, still accosted by the excited wolves. Very excited: he from where he knelt by the mattress, he did not need to bend over any further to see the familiar rich, glistening red meat slinging out from each of their sheaths, so stark and sharp against their cool fur. A quick spray of wet heat from one of the ferals squirted out across his hand. “Wait, but I thought we were just – going to-”

Grimm sighed on his way over to the desk nearby, where at least the computer monitor blocked some of his view for a moment. “Renesco. Surely you think all of the equipment is not simply for show? This is an important scientific study. There is no such thing as personal privacy here. Besides, I have never known you to be such a stickler for it in this realm before.” He tapped a few documents to a clipboard and then stood up again. “Come on. Undress. I’ve already performed my checks on the studs themselves.”

The studs. Hearing them referred to as such sent both a shiver of disdain as well as a waft of arousal through the sheep. Trying to keep the hungry wolves at bay he straightened up again, glanced once more towards the door and window, and then did as told – and nearly faltered halfway through with the ongoing sensations of eager tongues flopping all across him, matting his fur down, smearing sticky wetness to his bare skin. Up over the generous curves of his body, around his joints and his hips, up beneath his underarms… and underneath his tail as well as he bent forward to kick his pants off, as usual making him reflexively gasp, sigh, and then stick his rump out a little bit further, one of the wolves’ noses digging up into place right underneath, broad tongue scooping underneath to drag across his sex and pull more and more of his scent and taste and-

-and then a gloved paw slid expertly in to nudge the beasts away, while another settled in on his shoulder. Shocked back to reality, Renesco opened his eyes and then had to look up at Grimm towering before him, the two-legged wolf’s eyes sharp and ears folded slightly back.

“Down,” he instructed. “On the mattress, on your side. Normally I’d have you up on the table for this, but…”

Renesco blinked, opened his mouth, then moved to do as told. He closed his eyes and mouth as the older wolf shifted his body as needed, lifting one arm up and then lowering it back down, running his spread fingers across his back, his side, and then his belly; then Renesco tightened his jaw as those paws slid up between his legs as well, willing himself not to get too turned on by the idea and feeling, yet at the same time grumbling against the humiliation of being treated like just another animal.

But… that in itself still is kinda hot, isn’t it? Grimm pushed against his back to roll him over, and Renesco lifted himself to all fours. In front of him Jerky tilted his head and looked down at the sheep, adopting the so-familiar breeding posture. But still. Wait, are all those cameras recording already? Shit, I really don’t want all of this to… be…

“Alright.” The surprisingly warm fingers slid back away from between his thighs, and Grimm straightened up to head back over to the desk. “I don’t see anything concerning. You’re in about the shape I would expect, and I’m making a note of that in my documents. Hmm…” The chair creaked as he sat back in it, then clicked at a few things on the computer. “Okay. Get to it.”

Still on all fours, Renesco looked up at him again. Flank circled around from behind to scoop his muzzle up beneath the sheep’s tail, where gloved paws had just been poking and prodding. “Just – ah – just like that?”

“Just like that. I have an hour and a half before I have somewhere else I need to be; I managed to squeeze some more time into this session, recalling how… affectionate… the wolves can be with you. So, by all means.” Again he waved his paw. “Go right ahead.”

Already… way ahead of you… Renesco closed his eyes and bit his lip as Flank continued to slurp and slobber away at him, the familiar, enticing sensation of his tongue scooping up across him. The sheep sighed and pushed back into the attention, now flexing his tailhole and muscles, now relaxing, now clenching again; the feral beast tilted his head to one side to dig in deeper, hot breath wafting out through the cotton-puff wool of his tail, leaving little humid streaks across his bare skin. Renesco reached down, spread himself with his fingers, invited the wolf in closer, further, down just a bit – then twitched, jerked, and shivered as the beast finally hit one of his good spots, making him squirm and shudder all over again.

Jerky stood patiently before him, tail swaying slowly, focused lenses of the cameras and observation equipment lurking just over his shoulder. Renesco regarded those for a moment, but then of course felt his gaze naturally drawn downwards towards the twitching, throbbing red meat hanging down between the feral’s hindlegs, lifting up with each beat of his heart, glistening in the sterile light from overhead.

Nervousness forgotten for the moment, Renesco reached forward, dunked his hand right into that humid, swampy, musky heat, and curled his fingers around the supple, velvety sheath. Immediately Jerky raised up and thrust eagerly into his grip, hefty balls bouncing forward against his fingers, shaft continually pumping outwards from his sheath – until Renesco held his full length down across his forearm, red flesh swelling to smooth, shimmering white beneath the network of crisscrossing veins, natural slickness smearing across him, quick jets of pre already spraying out across him and further staining the mattress underneath.

“Good boy,” the sheep breathed, and started to lean in – then lowered himself down from where he knelt and rolled over onto his back, deliberately bringing his muzzle close to the beast’s body. Jerky lifted one of his hindlegs, broad head swinging around to appraise their ‘broodmother’ from above, while Flank similarly drew back from between his legs, slick sticky tongue flopping about his chops so he could swallow down the rest of Renesco’s arousal. “That’s a good boy. Let me… just…”

He swallowed again, head already swimming with the thick, wet-dog smell of the wolf’s unsheathed cock. Renesco nudged it in against his muzzle and pursed his lips forward again, feeling the greasy slickness of the surface and curling his tongue out around it, the salty, faintly metallic taste flooding within his maw. As soon as he got that first taste, though, Jerky planted that raised hindleg on the other side of Renesco’s head and stood above him, still looking down: his hanging shaft and hefty balls swung underneath him, and in that moment Renesco wanted nothing more than for him to lower himself down, to rub all of that warm, wet meat across his face and make him stink of feral wolf… and his heart skipped a beat as the beast shifted his stance and began to do exactly this…

...only to pitch forward at the last moment so it was instead his puckered tailhole that came down on Renesco’s muzzle instead. The fetid heat of greasy, wrinkled meat slid across him first, and then those folds of tense, tight skin settled into place – and Renesco had no choice but to bring his hands up to squeeze the wolf down on top of him, muzzle shifting to find his place, lips pursing forward to meet that tailhole in the first of a quick kiss which then opened, deepened, and grew.

His eyes fluttered shut and his breath wafted out underneath the feral’s brushy tail, as the also-familiar taste of the lupine’s hind end flooded into his maw. Renesco swallowed, then did so again; he flicked his tongue forward, swirled it around, followed the overlapping wrinkles, poked and prodded at the natural tension of the squeezing ring – then shuddered and barely resisted a quick kick as Flank between his legs resumed his original investigation between his legs, this time by shoveling his broad nose directly up into the sheep’s sex before digging his tongue right back in.

Every time Renesco moaned out, his voice just vibrated back across him in the soft padding of Jerky’s rump planted in place atop him. His hands slid down along the wolf’s rear to the base of his tail, thumbs digging in to coarse fur, searching for the rim of skin, pulling, tugging… parting him open so he could slip his tongue just slightly inside the beast’s rump, where the taste filling his mouth slid from metallic, spicy musk to a much sharper, richer, almost tangier bite. In went his tongue, to then be followed by his lips pursing, pressing, sucking, so that he could then slurp back out and draw the slimy slickness into his maw and swallow it down again.

Getting bred by the wolves was one thing, but the sheep had spent countless hours nestled back in their den in the enclosure, on his knees or sprawled out to one side, arms wrapped tight around one of their haunches, squeezing their rump back against him as he practically tried to suck their bowels out of their body – and then his leg kicked again as Flank between his legs hit another good spot, digging deep into him.

“Interesting…” he heard Grimm murmur from across the room, followed by some tapping along his clipboard. “Must be a learned behavior. Wolves – feral, of course – are not generally known to experience sexual gratification from anal stimulation…”

Briefly distracted from his current predicament, Renesco moved to lift his head, urging Jerky to raise up and peel his now saliva-slickened tailhole away from the sheep’s mouth. He licked his lips and swallowed, then did so again and again to really get down the clinging stickiness; from where he lay along the mattress, feral lupine arousal hanging down in his view and spurting those little jets of pre out across his already soaked wool, he could just barely see Grimm lounging back in his chair with his clipboard in his lap, legs nonchalantly crossed, one ear perked.

Icy blue eyes flicked up from the clipboard, to the computer screen, and then to Renesco – and the sheep’s heart skipped another beat. He pulled himself forward, leaned in to meet Flank in another quick kiss, and then gently urged the feral down onto his back, where he could more easily climb on top of him.

“Sometimes… um…” Renesco looked up at Grimm again, trying to brush away the thought of having him here on the mattress as well. “I like to… get them on their back like this, so I can… ride them, and…”

“Pretend I’m not here. Continue your session as though you are not being observed. It’s important for my measurements.”

Oh. Humbled, Renesco looked forward again, but luckily his embarrassment soon melted beneath the familiar wet heat of the beast’s full arousal twitching, throbbing, nudging up underneath him. This part always made him giddy: his fingers shook as he reached back, his breath caught in his throat, his heart fluttered, and he could not help but stroke across the feral’s length, feeling its shape, its girth, its contours.

Can’t believe I get to do this… he thought, and squishing his upper lip against his nose so he could still breathe the other male’s musk, sidled back a little bit further. Flank looked up at him with his eyes bright, anticipation simmering there; Renesco grinned at him, nudged down against him, then lifted up, angled him back… and shuddered with sweet, indulgent delight as he started to sink down, welcoming that greasy wet warmth inside, bringing it deeper, squeezing around it.

When he had first started doing this it had taken a bit of adjustment to become accustomed to the different shape and body plan of a feral partner, as opposed to the two-legged ones with which he had had… somewhat more experience. By now, though, it felt as natural as anything else for Renesco to position his hands properly around Flank’s figure underneath him, the sheep rocking his hips back and forth against those hindlegs, welcoming and reciprocating the feral’s ongoing fervent thrusts up into him; at one point he would be able to just hold himself still and let the wolf take over the pace, lifting up into him, pounding and smacking and panting, broad tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he panted – which of course meant that Renesco could not resist leaning in to suck it between his lips for yet another kiss, wanting to inhale the beast’s breath, desiring him even more.

As he focused there, pushing his tongue as far forward into the feral’s muzzle as he could while sucking back on the one already there, Renesco leaned forward, pressed himself more firmly down onto bestial hindquarters, squeezed and clenched and rode through the ongoing thrusts – and then jerked with surprise at the unexpected sensation of a second tongue slipping up beneath his tail again. Then that lick repeated, and continued, and dug in deeper and further around the first male’s length plunging inside of his sex, then back up across his tailhole stretched partially out with the presence of the firm arousal pumping into him; the sheep reached back with a hand to spread himself for Jerky as he dug in deeper, hot breath puffing through, tongue slipping, slurping, slopping, refocusing as the sheep went from squeezing to pushing, parting himself open for the other wolf-

-who of course then padded forward, tried to hop up, slid off, tried to mount again, and this time found his mark. Renesco readjusted how he held himself on the mattress for support, bracing against the sudden weight bearing down from above; the feral male’s hips thrust eagerly forward against his rear, tapered tip of his hard, slick shaft smearing across his leg, his thigh, his hip, the base of his tail, his leg again, and then finally with a nudge of guidance, poked right in at the center of his saliva-slickened tailhole – and the sheep jerked forward, then did so again, and again, and buried his muzzle in the thick, coarse ruff of Flank’s pelt underneath him.

His body rocked with the deep, powerful lurches from the beasts both buried inside of him, Jerky on top and in his tailhole pushing him forward, Flank underneath still trying to fervently bounce up into him. Sensation and desire and need all flooded within him, sparking like a bonfire twisting in an ongoing windstorm, just growing stronger beneath the onslaught.

Before long his muzzle drew away from Flank’s, though ropes of thick, sticky saliva hung down between the parted maws of sheep and wolf both. Renesco closed his eyes and leaned into the thrusting, each lurch pushing a breathy, hungry moan out from his opened mouth; back in the enclosure he usually had to try to keep his voice down for fear of visitors or the other employees hearing him, but here he knew that he could lean into it as much as he wanted – and, hell, it might even be beneficial to Grimm’s research, seeing how… how much I…

The thought fizzled away beneath waves of mounting pleasure. Renesco turned his head to look over to the desk where he knew Grimm still sat, and saw that the wolf had straightened up a bit and leaned around to get a different angle; from where Renesco knelt on all fours though, sandwiched between two massive, powerful feral wolves, he could see directly up beneath the underside of the desk, right where Grimm had moved forward to the edge of his seat. Those sleek, tight pants hugged the shape of his legs and hips, and pitched inwards in between – and then right back out again, around a firm, enticing bulge. From down here, vision shifting with the thrusts, eyes fogging with pleasure, Renesco thought he could even make out the shape of Grimm’s sheath within his pants, and then the plump weights of his balls as well just slightly further down his legs – and then the black wolf shifted, sat forward, rested his clipboard on the desk-

And Renesco looked up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding as he approached. The sheep swallowed and licked his lips, watching those gloved paws, just waiting for them to drop down to undo his belt and fly; Grimm came forward, appraised the mass of hot pelts and squirming, writhing flesh, muttered something else beneath his breath, and then knelt down behind the group. Renesco waited for the sensation of gloved fingers running up across him, maybe slipping inside of him alongside Flank’s cock buried inside his sex, or digging in to ease Jerky’s knot into his tailhole; he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, imagining if Grimm were to lean in and take a lick himself, adding his own spit to the mix…

“Can’t have this,” the wolf grunted instead. Jerky froze where he was mounted, made a slight, soft whimper – and then jerked, just as Renesco underneath him, when Grimm managed to slip the feral’s shaft out from his tailhole. “This is a breeding study. You two can fornicate in your free time. Now I’ll… have to…”

Renesco glanced over his shoulder, trying to see what was going on; Jerky remained on top of him, quivering and trembling as Grimm went about whatever business currently occupied him. “Wait – what are you-”

“Getting him cleaned off.” The older wolf sighed, grunted, and then shifted where he knelt again. “It’s unhealthy to transfer directly from anal to vaginal.”

Never been a problem for me before, Renesco thought. Though I do prefer a pass through the mouth in between, usually, and I – oh-

His thoughts trickled away as the second wolf’s tapered tip poked in alongside the first, arousal-wet lips smearing, spreading open… easily parting to welcome Jerky’s equally impressive girth, the brief flash of discomfort and stretch quickly melting away into the ongoing pleasure.

“This,” Grimm went on, wiping his gloves off on a towel, “should ensure neither of them ties, either. As I said, we’re on a time limit. I’ll study that phase of the copulation another time, and…”

And Renesco lost the thread of his words beneath the ongoing onslaught. It was all he could do to grit his teeth and bear down on the mattress, legs spread, heart pounding, breath puffing; Flank was getting close, he could tell, and Jerky right there alongside him, each wolf thrusting in alongside the other, their scents and marks mixing inside of him. I’m gonna be squeezing out feral spunk for days, Renesco thought, and nearly felt himself tumble over his finish right then and there.

Whether Grimm remained right here behind him, Renesco had no idea. He squeezed back against each of the ferals, both inside of him, at the same time, and gritted his teeth against the alternating thrusts, slightly uncomfortable, deeply pleasurable. Flank underneath him shivered, trembled, tossed his head back, and then suddenly pitched forward underneath him – and in another few thrusts slipped free, his full cock and swollen knot twitching against his belly, the thin sprays of his seed blasting out across his already sticky, matted bellyfur.

As he slipped out, Jerky’s shaft squished and squelched into a more comfortable spot inside of the sheep, so that when this second wolf hit his peak the sheep, too, felt himself tumble over: he moaned out, squeezed and clenched and pushed all in rhythm, wanting the tie, desiring to feel the fat, fist-sized wad of firm muscle wedged up inside of him to keep everything in, perhaps igniting a second litter – but as he pushed back he instead felt the distinct sensation of gloved fingers wrapped in around the beast’s knot to prevent just this, with Grimm tugging Jerky out afterwards. The feral remained mounted for a few seconds longer, hard cock bouncing up against Renesco’s dripping sex, and then finally stepped aside to start licking himself back into his sheath.

Shuddering, Renesco lifted his head, wiped at his mouth, and moved to climb off of the feral underneath him. Flank just remained in place, head back, broad chest heaving with his satisfied panting; the sheep looked over to Grimm, just now starting to straighten up and strip his gloves off.

“Alright,” the black-furred wolf rumbled, “that’s that, then. I’ll spend the next few weeks going through this footage and making written observations for my study. Expect me to contact you again with further inquiries; I would like to make this an ongoing event, to investigate as much of this interspecies relationship as I currently can, and-”

“Wait.” The words just tumbled out before he could stop them. Still on all fours, Renesco came closer to Grimm, his head about even with the wolf’s belt. “Wait, wait. Let me – could I just-” God. He smells like them. How did I not notice it before? Sure, there’s a difference there between two legs and four, but… he’s still a wolf. He’s still part of the pack. He’s… “Can I – suck you off?”

At first Grimm’s ears flattened back, and his ice-blue eyes widened. His brow furrowed; he looked Renesco up and down. “You-”

“Please.” The sheep reached up, and felt his heart flutter as Grimm did not pull away from his touch when he seized the waistband of his pants. “Please. I just – just this once. I’m still…”

Those next few seconds seem to stretch on and on, but slowly Grimm turned to face him more fully. “Normally,” the wolf grumbled, “I would turn you down without any hesitation, especially in the current hormonal state you’re in… but… I suppose it would lend credence to the rumors if my scent was on you, and further stave off suspicion between you and the animals…”

As he spoke Renesco’s gaze drifted down, towards the wolf beginning to undo his own belt. Heart still pounding from his feral breeding, the sheep, lifted himself up to his knees and waited, eyes wide, mouth open; Grimm’s scent wafted gently over him, still rife with his associations of the stiff, strict chief veterinarian, but now taking on a different, intoxicating interest as he slid his belt open, unbuttoned his pants, tugged the zipper down… and then stopped there.

Renesco looked up. Grimm avoided his eyes, and instead braced his paws on his waist. “I believe you know this part better than I might,” the wolf went on, and gave the slightest of nudges forward. “I’ll let you take the lead from here.”

Then, again: I can’t fucking believe this is happening. Renesco swallowed again and reached forward, sliding his moistened fingers into the thick, humid heat of Grimm’s pants. He scooped in around the full bulge, sheath and sack nestled within the material of his underwear, and finally, finally gave him a good heft and feel – but his curiosity and desire soon won out, and in another few seconds he had slid his fingers beneath the waistband and tugged.

Brief disappointment upon seeing that the older wolf had barely started to show pink after watching the entire performance quickly melted away, though, as Renesco leaned in, peeled the supple, slick skin of Grimm’s sheath back with both hands, and then nestled his nose right up against the revealed meat inside to take a deep, steady huff. Yet again he was shocked by the paired similarities and differences in his scent with his four-legged cousins – and yet again the sheep found that he could not resist. Another deep breath, in through the nose and then trickling out from his mouth, and then Renesco’s tongue replaced his nose there, slipping in, darting back and forth, swirling around to scoop the rest of his sheath away from his shaft… and delight and confidence stirred within him as the wolf groaned, shivered, and thrust gently forward, his length beginning to coax further out from inside.

The same sensation of slick, greasy heat, the same pulsing, the same shape and contour and veining… Renesco could almost forgot that this was not another feral between his lips as he bobbed his head, one hand dropping down to slide Grimm’s pants and underwear down further and caress his sack underneath. No piercings as he had originally suspected, and he ran his tongue back and forth over each spot where he had expected them to be – which made the wolf grunt and buck again, his now fully hard shaft squeezing against his cheek, or his lips, or the roof of his mouth, or the back of his throat.

Renesco could still feel the ferals behind him, waiting, watching, appraising what was going on. I do love an audience, he thought, and glanced over his shoulder; a brief thought stirred within him as to what Grimm might do if one of the ferals, or both, were to come forward and offer their own tongues to the mix. Renesco drew back, swallowed, and then dove back in again, this time curling his tongue up behind the base of Grimm’s root within his sheath to give them the opportunity; the two stayed back, however, and just continued to bump themselves on the sheep instead, preferring to watch their chosen mate.

That was just fine by him. Nose buried in the other wolf’s pubic fur, lips and chin dripping with drool mixed with musk, Renesco continued focusing there, letting Grimm push forward against him, thrust, twitch, buck. Bit by bit he felt his knot start to swell out, and worked his tongue and lips against his sheath to tease it back further – and then to Renesco’s surprise, a shaking paw settled on his head, held them there, drew him in closer. He felt the twitching throughout Grimm’s admittedly impressive length, sucked in lungful after lungful of his rich scent, suckled and slurped at the base of his cock-

-and then the wolf gasped, groaned, and bucked again, then again, and again, his grip on the sheep’s head faltering. Renesco drew back when he could and leaned back with his mouth open, catching as many of those spurts across his face, his muzzle, his chest, and everywhere else as he could. Grimm had reached his other paw back to the desk for support, and thrust forward into the air with each rope; Renesco came forward to wrap his lips around his tapered tip, swallowing down the last of his dribbles and then remaining there a moment later, until a little nudge from above caught his attention.

Grimm cleared his throat, swallowed, and glanced away. Renesco came back yet again and wiped his mouth, taking a moment to let the wolf’s scent soak into his fur.

“Ahem. I should… tell you.” Icy blue eyes flashed down and then away again. “These two as well the pups will be staying in the clinic kennels tonight, just as part of their routine checkup. Seeing as you’ve been spending your nights with them…”

The sheep swallowed again, now able to taste so many mixed lupine sensations within his maw. “I’ll stay here, too,” he said, without another thought; from behind him the other males padded forward to nuzzle in along his shoulders. “I’m not gonna be separated from them.” My family. Or – my pack…

“I thought you might say that.” Again Grimm cleared his throat. He straightened up, shifted, and drew his pants and underwear back up, then began in at his fly and belt, still without looking at Renesco. “Um… thank you. For the… assistance. But – let me get Flank and Jerky here prepared, and then I’ll take the three of you down. I don’t have a label on it, as I can’t let the other associates see just yet, but in my files I already have you registered as an occupant of the kennel with them.” He turned towards the door, then paused and looked over his shoulder. Renesco tilted his head; Grimm seemed to pause in thought, then glanced at him.

“Would you like to fetch your pups? It would be better if you were to handle them, and that will give a chance to get, ah… my scent on you out there.” He opened the door. “I’ll bring these two down and get your kennel prepared. I’ll be staying a little late tonight, so please reach out if there’s anything else you need.”

My kennel… Renesco blinked, smiled, and reached out to nuzzle each of the other wolves. Like I belong here. I mean – I do belong. This is my place. This is my home, with them… “Sure,” he said, and stood up – and only then remembered that he should get dressed again. God, if I had a tail, it’d be wagging.