Team Canine Crushers (Suka)
"We'll hold him off!" I yell at the others while keeping my eyes on the enormous Wolf Lord, "Focus on reducing their numbers, and—oh, shit!" I dodge a wave of pink pheromones from the Omega Wolf. It's all over if I let that stuff touch me. I've seen wolves smitten with that effect end up rutting the night away with this insatiable sub!
The person behind me is too slow to dodge, however, and receives a face-full of the heady scent.
*Sniff* *Sniff* “So… damn… HORNY!!!” Steelheart cries as he rips off his loincloth and everts an impressively-sized, bristly, reptilian cock from his genital slit. Then he lunges for the Omega Wolf, who makes a feigned attempt at escape. It’s Steelheart who is right where the enemy wants him, though.
He pushes down the sexy, curvaceous Omega, bites the nape of their neck with the middle of his reptilian maws to hold them in place, and rudely shoves his massive phallus into their soft posterior.
“Aaahhhnnn~!!!” they moan in ecstasy. It would’ve been a terrible invasion if it hadn’t been baited and anticipated. As-is, the Omega is having the time of their life having their ass rode like a bitch and being rutted into the dirt.
The look in the eyes of each of his three heads says we won’t be getting him back anytime soon. His whole world has shrunk to the here-and-now of this slutty sub’s bouncy, bodacious bottom. Anyone who attempts to pull him from this stupor will likely get sucked into the Omega’s orbit instead.
Fuck, we needed Steelheart on the frontlines! At least they only got one of us with that attack. It’s almost better this way, because otherwise we’d have to watch our backs for the Omega constantly.
"Two can play at that game!" Cottontail pronounces, but her hands are shaking. I can't blame her as a massive horde of Wolves charges us. They have twice the numbers compared to the pack I grew up in, boggling my mind. Still, the Showbunny stands her ground as she reaches into her hat after waving her stage wand over the rim and muttering a magic word.
I swear I see the glint of Luck Magic as she pulls out… a perfume bottle? Her magic is so weird.
It’s a tiny, elegant piece of glassware containing a small amount of honey-colored liquid. Extravagant tassels dangle from the braided air bladder used to aerosolize the perfume. Cottontail finds a scrawled tag on the pump tube, adjusts her garishly pink, rhinestone-studded, star-shaped, magical glasses, and says, “Oh, I can read this! 'Golden Grove Perfume – Harmonizes with and enhances your natural scent. Will drive your partner wild with lust as if you were a virginal human!’ Let’s hope it works…”
The Showbunny sprays her neck with the contents of the mysterious bottle mere moments before being set upon by the canine horde.
*Sniff* *Sniff* *Sniff-Sniff-Sniff!!!*
Cottontail proves the bold claim on the bottle’s tag true as the entire Pack screeches to a halt, scenting the air as their pupils dilate. I can smell her sexy musk from here, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to keep from rushing over to claim that nubile bunny girl’s ass for myself! This assembly of Dire Wolves lacks my sense of urgency, personal motivation, and strength of will.
It seems a scent-based attack on canines is super-effective! Who would've thought?
As one, they revert to humanoid form and pounce on Cottontail with a gnawing hunger as if she were the last bite of the finest cut of meat in the world. Male, female, or in-between doesn’t matter as they all struggle to get a taste. Bitches crawl on their hands and knees to sample Cottontail’s twig and berries or shove their faces between her ass cheeks. Muscular mutts shove their throbbing erections in the bunny’s face with desperation. They’re fighting each other for the right to take her throat first!
Our prize Showbunny receives all the attention with the practiced ease of a prey monster that transcended her humble beginnings. Never gagging, always swallowing, reaching out to stroke shafts and finger pussies with both hands while servicing with her mouth and ass, she can rival the Omega any day of the week! Cottontail is putting everything she learned with us during Alex’s orgies to use here today. It almost brings a tear to the eye…
Olindia is there hovering above them by then, and she hasn’t come to participate. "As much as I'd totally love to join in the fun, the reward Alex will give me later for being good is going to be, like, even crazy-better." Jellyfish tendrils drop down to grab wolfmen and women about the middle. Olindia draws them up at speed to toss them toward Delilah's pink fog bank. These Dire Wolves are sturdy enough to survive the fall and join in Gale's orgy. "Go to horny jail."
Unlike the Omega, Cottontail will be a powerhouse in battle if we can neutralize the enemy pack. Freeing her up to help fight the Wolf Lord would be a significant win worth Olindia’s effort.
Gabby hasn't been idle during this time. She and her mousey apprentice, Bonny, have been growing tree-sized vines and thornbushes around the Wolf Lord’s huge body like a closing fist. He stands there on his haunches staring at us like we’re insects. Those spikes aren't even tickling him.
Fire burns in a shell about Moka and me, hotter, brighter, thicker, and denser than ever. Enhance! The Witch Spellcraft I gained from Gabby through my bond with Alex increases my power to the bottom of Third Tier. Without that, I lack the credentials to enter this fight. I trained my shaping skills with Fast Learner yesterday, but my spell formation speed is lagging behind. That’s why it takes a while for me to charge this construct up to full strength.
Mom and the Beta Wolf growl at me, snapping their jaws in irritation at my flames. Being wreathed in fire is a strong defense when my enemy's main weapon is their mouth!
I can see out through the flames as if they were clear water, probably due to my Flame Sense or a hidden ability, allowing me to watch everything happening around us. More vines creep toward the Wolf Lord, these grown by the Night Howler, a wolf covered in blue flowers and red thorns, to free him from the Witch’s entanglement. Flou doesn't give the prickly bitch the chance.
Our favorite ruby bunny jumps from Olindia's jellyfish hat onto the battlefield in the plant-wolf's way, slamming down a crystal-blood axe bigger than herself to sever the creeping green tendrils. She's tiny compared to the stallion-sized canine, but her weapon is plenty sharp. The Night Howler snarls and shrinks back, startled, but huffs in annoyance after inspecting the little red bunny.
Flou hoists the big axe over her shoulder. “I’m not someone you want to underestimate.” Then she steps forward and swings her blade.
Her opponent contemptuously bounds out of the axe’s range, but Flou has a special trick. The ruby Slime’s arms are not mortal flesh. She lets the momentum of the axehead stretch her limbs, extending the weapon’s reach, and the sharp edge bites into the Night Howler’s flank.
Blood dribbles from the slice. It seems the Night Howler is equal parts plant and animal. That’s good for Flou, because the Red Slime girl draws on the spilled blood the moment it leaves her enemy’s body. The loose droplets reverse-cascade up into the axe where they become part of its crystal-blood mass.
“Rrraaah!” the herbaceous canine drives a paw into the dirt, making a ring of thorny vines spring up around Flou.
She, in turn, spins about while twirling the axe, showing everyone why ancient humanity crafted such weapons to combat encroaching wood. Severed tendrils fall like leaves around her. Another rotation, her arms growing longer with each degree of the circle, and Flou whips her axe in a wide, horizontal slice.
The Night Howler leaps over the blow, exercising a combination of Wolf Rush and natural agility to evade. Then the female wolf darts across the grassy hill with halfway-decent speed (speaking relative to myself, of course), to attack Flou from behind. Most humans wouldn’t easily be able to follow the Night Howler’s movements with the naked eye, so I can’t blame the bitch for thinking she had a clear shot.
“You don’t know who you’re dealing with…” Flou laughs as a canine maw nears her unprotected neck. Then her ruby body explodes into a set of fleshy jaws aimed at the Night Howler’s throat. That’s her Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping at work!
Flou’s chomp yields only a mouthful of greens, however, as the Night Howler’s body erupts in plant growth—a last-second shield buying enough time to retreat yet again. The Red Slime reforms her bunny body after spitting out the bitter vegetation and prepares to swing her axe again.
The two of them start to dance back and forth, attacking and countering, pressing forward and retreating, each trying to get the drop on the other. They have different kinds of speed, different kinds of defenses, and each could easily kill the other given the chance. It’s an even fight, except for the way Flou steals her opponent’s blood with each hit.
Our situation isn’t as good, by contrast.
The Wolf Lord finally decides enough is enough and strides forward. He doesn’t break through the cage of vines encasing him so much as uproot them in passing, as one casually strolls through a patch of weeds without regard for damage done. Greenery as thick as tree trunks snap like twigs without hindering him in the slightest.
And then he’s in front of me. He didn’t teleport, but I didn’t see him move. Is his Wolf Rush just that powerful?!?
A paw as big as my torso slaps us out of the sky.
We crater into the ground, throwing up a cloud of dirt, and my flame construct shudders from the strain of cushioning our landing. Bright flashing pain courses through my mind from the backlash. A pair of jaws that could swallow us whole is a moment from closing around us when I pry open my eyes.
Moka jumps to her feet and throws up a hand inside the bounds of my fire shell. It takes me a precious second to register her aim, but then I notice the dust we kicked up all funnel into the Wolf Lord’s throat. When the concentration in the air and particle size of the motes is just right… a trail leading from my flames to the main cloud detonates the whole thing.
My world is rocked by the force of the explosion. The Wolf Lord is sent reeling as if hit with a massive uppercut. The thumping in my chest skips a beat, thinking she might have done him in, but before I can decide whether to celebrate or mourn, he starts to hack out puffs of black smoke.
*COUGH!* *COUGH!* *COUGH!*
He takes great, gulping gasps of air, giving us a second to take our bearings.
Dad is… The Wolf Lord is a truly terrifying monster.
The Alpha Bitch and Beta Male lunge for Gabby and Bonny in the confusion. Our prideful Witch may have underestimated the speed and reach of a Third Tier canine while overestimating the flight capabilities of her broom and the resilience of her Bubble, because the Bitch is soon upon them! Mom crushes the Enhanced Fairy Bubble Shield in her jaws, narrowly missing both riders while snapping their mount like a twig.
If not for Olindia breaking away from Cottontail’s orgy, the Beta Male would’ve finished the job. As-is, her jellyfish tendrils wrap around his torso and hold him back from lunging at our friends. He instead turns his jaws on the large Slime monster, ruthlessly biting Olindia’s stinging flesh without hesitation. Our reluctant pink healer doesn’t cringe or shy away. No, she plows forward to lay a few tendrils on the Alpha Bitch as well.
Those few strikes may well have changed the fate of my green Shortstack lover and her apprentice, because Gabby has the time to recover from her fall and begin course-correcting in the short window she’s been gifted. A pile of leaves cushions their landing. As they struggle to their feet, layers of protection rise to shield them this time. Persistent Spell effects of glowing blue electric arcs, rings of fire, and floating ward stones soon appear to fill out an invisible shell that encompasses both of them.
"Quick, do something about the broomstick!" Gabby instructs her pupil while Enhancing a replacement Fairy Bubble around them.
Bonny the bigear mouse girl shakes herself out of a daze and fumbles for the broken-in-half shaft at her feet. She waggles her fingers as if searching for a clue. “I-I can f-fix it… A-Alakazam!”
No sparks shoot from Bonny's white gloves, but the broken broom pieces shiver with the effects of an unknown spell.
"What the fuck is 'Alakazam'?!?" Gabby shouts over her shoulder as the Alpha Bitch comes in for another bite. A stream of flame erupts from the needle tip of her wand to splash across my mother's tongue. The Bitch braves the heat to crunch down on Gabby's new combo-shield, which holds up better than last time. "I thought you'd mend the pieces together with Plant magic, not what-the-fuck-ever kind of weird spells Cottontail uses!"
The Alpha Bitch growls loudly as she's burned, shocked, and stuck pushing past floating gravel before getting the chance to scrape her teeth against the second Bubble shield.
"It's working!" Bonny cries as she drags over the biggest piece of the original broomstick. It's already regrowing to its original dimensions without a sign of where it shattered.
It's a narrow thing, but Gabby copies Moka's strategy to great success. Emulating even a monster's unique brand of Earth Magic isn't beyond her Witchy skills if the subject in question is a Tier below her. A fine dust cloud enters the Bitch's throat, followed by a fiery detonation.
The pair of small spellcasters fly away from the resulting explosion on a repaired broomstick while it's my mother's turn to hack and cough. A Second Tier monster might have burst into gore, but these are tougher Third Tiers we're dealing with. The duo leaves behind them half a dozen eerily-growing fragments of wood, but I can't stop to worry about that.
Not while I have an angry Wolf Lord glaring at me.
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