"You know the rules, Rake." Chatter's voice was full of not just enthusiasm, but hunger too. Her eyes traced over Ian and Rake, the taste of the lust in the pair sending a shudder running through her.

"She's right." Rake squirmed, the grip on her neck making her body ache in need. "Upstairs. Snaps is waiting for us." She tried to move out from under Ian, then froze as she realized he wasn't letting go. "P-P-Please?"

The spell broke for Ian, his mind snapped from the wild place Rake's words and actions had sent him. He quickly let go of the pony's neck, panting from how fast his heart was pumping. "Uh… upstairs?"

Rake looked up at Ian, her eyes dancing in delight. "Snaps likes to play rough, rougher than me." She moved quickly, working her way out from under Ian. "Come on." She turned, making sure Ian was looking at her plot, and trotted upstairs.

Ian could count the ribs on Rake's sides, her hips and shoulders looked bony; the mare looked like she was named, rake-thin. There was just something about her, the way she moved, the way her eyes and ears flicked at every sound. Rake was closer to being a wild animal than a pony.

Jumping up, Ian almost ran after Rake, before regaining a little composure and walking casually. He got to the bottom of the stairs before he heard Chatter clear her throat. Stopping, he turned to look at the changeling.

"Whoa, don't stop, I was going to tell you to move faster. Rake might wait for you patiently, but Snaps is likely to bite your head off." Chatter laughed, energizing her horn and giving Ian a smack on the rear to get him moving.

Running up the stairs, Ian's thoughts raced back to Rake, and the mare giving him her throat. That strange ache grew again, the wildness that lived in every human finding an outlet in the thin mare. He caught sight of her storm-cloud-gray tail entering a room and followed. He got just inside the door before he realized there was a big predator beside him.

"Shut the door, we need to talk rules first." Rake climbed up on the bed, curling herself into a tight half-circle, flicked her tail to expose herself to Ian. "Snaps really wants to test you, Ian. She wants to fight and struggle, win or lose. Do you understand that?"

Ian closed the door behind him and looked at Snaps. Standing almost halfway up his belly at her shoulders, she was a big creature. "Wait, test me?" Snaps grinned at him.

"Yeah, test. She is an alpha bitch." Rake waited to see if Ian would ask what that was, and smiled when he didn't. "If you can beat her… Okay, I haven't ever seen that happen before, but I think she would really like that. If you try, and fail, you are going to be a beta to her alpha."

Snapped from his unintentional staring contest with Snaps, Ian looked at Rake. "And what about you?" Looking at the mare on the bed was a little startling, she was making sure that just looking at her gave Ian a good view of her vulva and tail-hole.

"I will walk up and offer my neck to any stallion, Ian." Rake grinned, showing off her teeth. "But Snaps keeps me from doing that. Find your place with us, and you can take me any time you can get on my back." She fluffed her wings a little, making sure Ian knew just what she meant by the statement. "But there are rules, because despite being wild animals we all want to have fun, right? So 'Red' is stop and no more, 'Amber' is hold on and slow down a bit. Wagging your tail up and down is the same as Amber… ah buck, you don't have a tail. Tap on the side of our cheeks if you want to tap out."

Ian looked back to Snaps, saw the big wooden canine was looking at Rake. He had barely a moment of her turning back to him before she shifted her weight and bounced toward him. Adrenaline immediately shot into his system, and Ian was diving to the side. "What the hell?" He started to get back to his feet, turned, and saw Snaps shaking her head from where she had plowed into a wall.

Turning on the new stallion, Snaps narrowed her eyes and relaxed her jaw. Lolling her tongue out, she feinted to one side, then dove the other. Again she missed, but this time she hadn't committed as much on the attack, turned and was on Ian. Snapping her mouth, she strained against one of his arms, that kept her from making it to his throat.

Driving his free fist into the side of Snaps' head, Ian struggled and fought. He watched twigs and bits of wood scatter from the opposite side of Snaps' head, but still the timber wolf savaged at him. For all her biting, though, Snaps didn't seem to be actually breaking his skin, Ian didn't know whether to be thankful or angry that she wasn't putting her all into it.

Her plan wasn't working, his throat was well protected by the raised arm, so Snaps decided to go for the arm instead. Clamping her wooden fangs down on the limb, she bit down until she felt his skin almost ready to give.

With the wolfess' head now held still by her own grip, Ian's next punch to the side of her head was a lot more solid. Fully half the branches of Snaps' head flew sideways, and in a moment of horror, Ian thought he had actually hurt her. "What did I—" the green glow around the sticks that had scattered cut Ian's voice short, the scattered wood flew back toward Snaps' head, reforming the wolf completely.

Reformed, Snaps gave up on Ian's neck and searched out easier tender-spots. As she closed her mouth down on Ian's shoulder, he rolled over to get free.

Pain blossomed in Ian's shoulder-blade as Snaps' jaws closed down on it. He tried to turn and get free, but each time he tugged on the grip she tightened down more. Gritting his teeth, Ian tried to turn, to fight Snaps again.

"Amber!"

The pain, most of it, fled. Ian felt Snaps let go and turned to look at the timber wolf only to find her looking back, equally clueless.

"I said it, you two dummies." Rake dropped down off the bed and stalked over to Ian and Snaps. "You," she lifted a hoof and poked Snaps, "need to play nicer. You may want to break this stallion and ride him until midnight, but I want him after that." She rounded on Ian next. "And don't get me started on you. You are tougher than any stallion I have seen, and a lot of timber wolves. Snaps plays for keeps, but you need to promise to call out when things get too much."

"Wasn't too much." Ian looked up at Snaps and saw she had shreds of his shirt in her mouth. "Okay… it might have been close, but we need to finish this." He reached back and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Another quick motion had his pants, socks, and shoes kicked off and to the side of the room. Something very wild rose in him, he was naked and about to fight a wolf for dominance.

Ian waited right until Snaps seemed to square off, and charged. Shoving into Snaps, he felt her jaws close on his leg, but heaved under her, throwing the wolfess onto her back. He dropped down on top of her, pinning her down despite the bite.

Looking up at her attacker, Snaps was gifted with quite a sight, Ian was getting just as turned on by the fight as she was. Hunger filled every inch of her, and before she knew what she was about to do, she released his thigh and leaned up, closing her mouth around his shaft.

"Oh—" Ian froze in place. If Snaps wanted to, she could end any hope of him getting a Stallion Contract right then and there, and both of them knew it. He waited, voice caught in his throat, he was beaten, but Snaps did cheat, in a way. But she didn't bite down, didn't maul him, instead that oddly smooth mouth sucked at him, pulling more of him inside. Ian groaned and sank down on Snaps.

As she rolled her big tongue around her dog's shaft, Snaps felt him surrender, felt him relax and give in, but she hadn't played by the rules. He had beaten her as well as she had beaten him. She sucked some more, running her fangs along his tenderest of places, taking him all the way until her snout bumped his groin.

Words weren't needed, Ian understood Snaps, and she him. He felt her rise, climbing up, only to draw her mouth free at the last possible moment. He was laying on his back, still, but he saw the wolfess turn, and her large soft-wood tail swish sharply to one side. His eyes drilled her, examining the depths that looked almost like a real flower. Her flesh was dark, soft, and leaking. Ian got to his feet and rushed forward.

"This is so buckin' awesome. I expected one of you to win…" Rake was laying on the bed, her wings fluffed and relaxed, one hoof rubbing herself. She watched as Ian slammed against Snaps' plot, and dug her hoof into her folds a little more firmly.

Snaps turned and snapped at the air, growling and snarling, but she didn't move away from Ian as he plunged into her. Her body was on fire, burning with need, and this one male had proved to her he had the right to be on her. He was hers, and she was his.

Bringing his hips back, Ian paused a fraction of a second, before driving back in again. The feel of Snaps' body around him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her folds were soft, like slick leaves, but there was the sensation of hard branches around him. It was exotic, strange, arousing, and amazing. He could stop himself, he pulled back and shoved in, pulled back and shoved in, his dance starting.

Snaps lifted her head, looking straight. She felt Ian slam into her, his fingers dug into her sides. She felt him pull small twigs and pieces free in his efforts to keep a good grip; Snaps didn't care about any of it. She had another wolf in her, breeding her. She howled as Ian kept his pace, rutting her like a feral timber wolf.

A second howl joined the first. It almost broke Ian's focus from tending to the bitch under him. He turned his head and saw Rake, the thin mare with both forehooves planted behind her, rubbing and stroking like crazy. She was contorted around like a pretzel, and she was howling with her sister. Digging his fingers deeper into Snaps' side, he lost himself completely, his hips becoming a blur of movement.

Her howl rose in intensity, Snaps screaming out her love through the constant ululation. Her choice was made, she knew in that instant that Ian was perfect for their Contract, but even that thought was shoved from the timber wolf's head, as she felt a hot rush in her flower.

Ian couldn't stop. He was unloading into Snaps and his hips drove harder and harder, timed to each spray of his seed into her. He slumped forward, wrapping both arms around Snaps, as she collapsed to the floor. He felt her insides squeezing and milking at him, demanding more, and getting it. He groaned, his voice merging with Snaps and Rake's.

Rake fell sideways when her sister's climax hit, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a groan and a laugh. Her body tingled all over, she hadn't climaxed but she felt really good and ready to. She looked over to her sister, and their new dog, and wagged her tail.

About as spent as he could be, Ian pulled free of Snaps. He felt sore all over from their fight, but pleasure and the lazy warmth of post-ejaculatory refraction ensured he was smiling and ignoring anything that was actually sore. He fell to his side, pressing his back to Snaps. His brain had a moment where he tried to work out where Rake was, until her mouth closed around his spent shaft.

All Ian managed was a groan, and he certainly didn't push her away, so Rake kept nuzzling and suckling on him. When Ian's hand came down and rubbed her ears, Rake closed her eyes, letting his hand dictate the movement of her head, letting Ian guide her.

Ian was trapped between the two sisters, one nipping and nuzzling her way through his hair, cleaning it like any canine would, the other sucking him slowly back to hardness, her movements obeying his control. It was primal, it was sexy, it felt like home.

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