The Wolf Pack Hunts
By Musuko

Everyone laughs differently, and how they laugh can tell you something about their personality.
For example, Lana’s squeaky, high-pitched hiccup giggles perfectly matched her bouncing, bubbly personality. Her laugh told you that she was a playful pixie. It told you that Lana was a sweetheart.
	Amelia’s laugh superficially resembled Lana’s, but when taken in the full context of her expression, it revealed a completely different personality, because Amelia wasn’t a playful pixie. She was a hard, serious creature, prone to fixed stares and careful, calculated remarks. For this reason, her giggles always tended to come with a deep expression of embarrassment.
	Aurora laughed like a horse. And with not actually being a horse, this tended to make others laugh too. Her laugh told you that she drank bottled beer and could fix a carburetter.
	And then there was Mina, who’s careful, reserved laugh told of a quiet person who was hiding herself behind her composure, a person who, perhaps, had yet to let her actual laugh be heard by anyone.
	And so it happened to be that laughter was the subject of conversation that night in the wolf pack’s favourite bar. Lana’s left foot lay discretely in Amelia’s lap beneath the table, and Amelia’s fingertip lazily stroked her sole, bringing forth those high giggles, while the whole pack drank and chatted and eyed the kangaroo propping up the bar across the room.
	“He’s not wearing footwear,” said Amelia. “That tells you something.”
	“Not always,” said Aurora. She gestured with her beer. “Mina goes barepawed and she’s not all that ticklish. And Lana is...was...wearing pumps tonight and look at her; she’s the most ticklish tickleslut of them all.”
	“Am not! I’m just-eehehe! Am-meliaaa!”
	Amelia, blank-faced, looked over the rim of her shot glass, with nothing in her expression to suggest that her other paw hadn’t just danced across Lana’s hidden foot. “Something wrong?”
	Lana chewed her lower lip, squirming in her seat.
	“That proves nothing,” said Amelia. “We don’t count. We’re weird. He’s normal-”
	“You assume.”
	“-and normal people go barepawed when they’re into their feet. It stands to reason.”
	“Doesn’t seem that way to me,” said Aurora. “They’d want to keep their feet protected. And how does that make him ticklish anyway?”
	Amelia set down her glass, eyebrow raised. She gave Lana’s sole another swipe with her claw, then nudged it off of her knee.
	“Aww. I was enjoying that.”
	Amelia pointed. “Fetch doggy.”
	Lana stuck her tongue out, but that was the extent of her protest. She shuffled her way out of the booth. Precisely on cue, and following the hierarchy perfectly, Mina slid along into Lana’s spot and lifted her dainty feet to rest in Amelia’s lap.
	“I bet he isn’t ticklish,” said Aurora. “But I hope he is.”
	Amelia kneaded her thumb into Mina’s sole. She twitched, but said nothing. “Me too.”

Caroo the roo. It was a name that earned an amused snort from Aurora. He scooted into the booth, followed by Lana and soon flanked closely by the girls. He clutched his drink and glanced at them all with a nervous caution that seemed sensible for a boy now surrounded by four smiling wolves.
	“Nice to meet you all.”
	“Likewise,” said Amelia. And then she nodded to Mina, who dutifully picked up the reins.
	“Are you ticklish?”
	Caroo set his glass down and clutched at his mouth, trying to stop the beer from escaping. He swallowed and coughed, his eyes watering, and turned in his seat to stare at the small canine, getting an unblinking stare in response. His eyes wavered for a moment, noticing the empty shoe and the one leg raised, extended under the table in the direction of the other girl. “W-what?”
	“Are you ticklish?” she repeated.
	“I...I don’t think…”
	“Well are you or not?” said Aurora. “We’ve got a bet going.”
	“Oh. That, uh...that makes sense I suppose.” He glanced around. All eyes were on him. And the girl who had introduced herself and practically dragged him over to meet her friends...Lana, wasn’t it? She was practically pressed up against his side. He could feel her body heat. He could feel against his arm the touch of her…
	“Uh, yeah,” he said. He looked down at his lap. This wasn’t a typical conversation! “I am.”
	“I knew it,” said Amelia. “So, Caroo, yes? Why all alone on a saturday night?”
	“I was meant to be meeting a friend. Well, a date really. But she…”
	Amelia raised her paw. “Say no more.”
	“Aww,” said Lana. And now she definitely pressed herself against him. He felt her paw sliding across his thigh. “You poor thing! We should look after you.”
	“Yeah,” said Aurora. “Look after you real good.”
	“Help you forget about stupid girls who stand up cute guys!”
	“She don’t deserve you anyway.”
	“Yeah!”
	“Uh,” said Caroo. “Thanks?” Lana squeezed his thigh and made him flinch. Aurora laughed: a single, powerful blast.
	“He’s like a little mouse! All jumpy! Relax, roo boy. We’re not gonna hurt you. Right boss?”
	“Right,” said Amelia. “Lana, go get some more drinks. One for him too.”
	A pout, and a reluctantly removed paw.
	“So, Caroo,” said Amelia. “Tell us about yourself…”

Convincing him to come with them back to their home was easy. The conversation was short, consisting mainly of Lana tugging at his arm while Amelia flat out told him “you’re coming home with us.” And a drink or two to loosen his inhibitions and bring a flush to his cheeks helped a little too.
	“You guys have a nice place,” said Caroo, urged forwards by Lana. He stepped into a living room of sleek laminate wood flooring, cream furniture, cream walls.
	“Pfft,” said Aurora, kicking off her boots. She headed directly for the kitchen, returning with paws full, clutching cold beers. Amelia took one, followed by the rest.
	“Sit,” said Amelia, patting the couch beside her. Caroo obeyed, settling, then resettling further along as Lana wedged herself down alongside him. Aurora collapsed into the other couch, filling most of it. Mina perched in the tiny space beside her, getting the larger wolf’s arm across her shoulders.
	“Want to play a game, roo?” said Amelia.
	“Uh.” He glanced at the consoles beneath the television. “Sure.”
	“Great! Here’s how we play…”

He really should have guessed what was about to happen. Lana was the clue, running off the way she did, smiling gleefully, in a direction that totally wasn’t anywhere near the consoles. And when she came back, arms draped in ropes, he felt Amelia’s worryingly strong paws on his shoulders, keeping him sat.
	“It’s a simple game, really,” she said. “We’re going to take turns to entertain you, and then at the end you tell us who was the best.”
	“Entertain?” he said, his throat closed up to a squeak. Lana had knelt in front of him and was feeding the end of a rope behind his ankles. He should have been resisting. Wasn’t this completely dangerous, letting these complete strangers go at him with rope?
	But...who can say no to the predatory smiles of pretty girls?
	He didn’t need much coaxing to bring his wrists together. Lana looped the rope with precision, cinching it snugly. The long, trailing end of the rope formed a leash held in Lana’s paw.
	“Can I have first turn,” she said. “Pleeeaase?”
	All eyes turned to Amelia. Even quiet, reserved Mina looked at her expectantly.
	“Alright,” she said. “You’ve got one hour.”
	“But…” It was all Caroo was able to manage before Lana yanked the rope and pulled him by his wrists from the couch.
	“Come along roo boy!”
	“Hey! I can’t…” He looked down at his tied ankles. “I can’t walk like this.” Aurora’s barking laugh brought a blush to his cheeks. They were all staring, and he felt silly!
	“You’ll just have to hop, won’tcha!”

The tidy order of the house disappeared at the threshold of Lana’s room. Here was a cluttered nest of pink and lilac, populated by an army of plastic fairies and plush animals. The bed itself was half buried in fluffy kitten plushes, and it formed a soft cushion for Caroo as Lana none too gently pushed him onto it.
	“This is a bit-”
	“Shh!”
	She climbed onto the bed to straddle his knees, the denim of her jean shorts stretched taut, her low cut top giving him an unrestricted view down into her cleavage as she leant forwards. But it was her face that held his attention, because her playful smile had a devious edge to it.
	“You like me, don’t you?” she said. Her paws slid up his tummy and bumped against his bound wrists. His smart black shirt ruffled up, exposing a band of fur.
	“S-sure. You’re nice.” His eyes flitted to his wrists, watching as she took hold of the leash rope and lifted it. His paws lifted without protest as she guided them up and over his head.
	“So you’ll let me be the winner, right?”
	“Mmmhmm…”
	She seemed to take her time tying his wrists to the head of the bed. She also seemed to press down against him much more than strictly necessary. Her chest rested directly over his muzzle. So warm. His nose touched her fur. His feet shifted up the bed a little, knees rising, pants folding, an instinctive protective concealment of his excitement.
	“Do you promise?” She sat back. Her paws settled onto his thighs. Her thumbs started to stroke. Just an inch or so, up and down, nice and slow, either side of his crotch. She acted like she wasn’t paying attention to what was happening down there, but she must have known! A little squeak died in his throat. His cheeks were ablaze. He nodded.
	“You’re really cute when you blush!” She leaned to the side and gently toppled into the plushes beside him. Her leg lay across his thighs, her foot hooked under his knee, and her paw settled onto his chest. He felt her breath on his ear as she let out a happy sigh. “I bet I can make you blush lots more.”
	“I’m sure you could,” he said. His ear flicked, tickled by her breath. He tried to turn his head, awkwardly shifting to try and look at her, nose to nose. But her paw shot up from his chest and clamped over his mouth, holding him still.
	“Mmmph?”
	She turned his head away, gripped by his muzzle. He felt her shift on the bed, then felt the unmistakable sensation of the tip of her tongue trailing along the edge of his ear. His whole body shuddered with a pulse of electric tingling. He closed his eyes and closed his fists. His toes flexed, splaying wide, then scrunching up tense.
	“Mmmph!”
	“You like that, huh?”
	He tried to pull his knees up, but her leg held them flat. He was sure his pants were lewdly tented. As much as he could with her grip holding his head, he nodded.
	“Oh good!” She shifted again, and he felt her other arm sliding under his neck, cradling his head more snugly, while her other paw remained on his mouth, gagging him. “How about I do it for the whole hour? Do you think you could handle that? My big, brave, strong roo?”
	“Mmmmph!”
	He tongue trailed up the length of his ear, making him shudder again. Her body cradled close against the side of his, warm and soft. He could smell her flowery perfume. He tried to speak, making muffled noises into her palm. But she didn’t let go.
	“You’re gonna have to be clearer than that! I can’t tell if you want me to or not,” she said. Her giggle danced in his ear. “Feels nice, right?”
	He nodded.
	“Want me to do it for the whole hour?”
	He nodded. “Mmmph!”
	“Really? I can do something else instead. Want me to do something else?”
	He nodded. His eyes opened and they shared a blurry, close-range stare.
	“You’re silly! Now I don’t know what you want! Oh, I know!”
	Her paw let go of his mouth and slid down his trembling chest, over his taut tummy. A moment of breathless hope...before it stopped at the waistband of his pants, resting just shy of that straining bulge.
	“How about,” he said, mouth dry. “A...kiss?”
	She gasped. “You’re naughty!”
	“I’m n-”
	She moved quickly, swinging across him and sitting upright once more, straddling his legs, her thighs framing the bulge in his pants. She cupped his cheeks with his paws, fingertips caressing the bases of his ears. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll let you have a kiss. But that’s all you’re allowed to have.” She leaned down, her nose coming close to his, her smile disappearing into the unfocused blur, her breath brushing over his lips. Her paws stroked up the sides of his head and gripped both ears, kneading them between thumbs and forefingers. “If you want more, you have to let me win. And then I’ll give you anything you want!” She pressed her body forwards, arching with supple flexibility, letting the front of her jean shorts brush against the bulge in his pants, just for a moment. “Deal?”
	“D-deal,” he gasped.
	Her lips closed against his. He tasted strawberry lip balm. He felt the tip of her tongue peeking through her lips. He opened his mouth with a moan, but in an instant the kiss was gone, and she was sat upright once more, smiling down at him.
	He whimpered.
	“Was that nice?”
	He nodded, feeling breathless, heart racing.
	“You’ll want more later then, yes?”
	“Yes!”
	“Hehe, I bet you do.” Her fingertip pressed against the tip of his erection, and he yelped. And then it was gone. “Oh look, we’ve still got, like, fifty minutes!” She fell down alongside him again, draped against his side. Her paw stroked up his helpless body and cupped over his muzzle again. “Fifty whole minutes to really lick that big sensitive ear of yours!”
	He clenched his eyes shut...and shivered.

She led him back to the others, weak-kneed and stiff...in more ways than one. His wrists felt tender from tugging at the rope. She kept her arm entwined with his, and bounced with a smile on her face.
	“The rest of you should give up now,” she announced.
	“Uhuh,” said Aurora. She twisted the controller in her paws. “Come on come on, turn!”
	“The roo says I’m the winner.”
	“Really,” said Amelia. She jabbed at her controller and Aurora went spinning off the track in flames. It was quiet little Mina, though, who’s car roared past the finishing line in first place. “Aurora, why don’t you go next.”
	“But…” She glanced at Amelia, then at Mina. Then she grinned. “Oh, I get it. Alright then.” She set her controller down and rose to her feet. Lana retreated, leaving Caroo surrendered in the larger wolf’s looming presence, pinned by her grin.
	“Feeling strong, roo boy?”
	“You don’t have to...I can just sit quietly here with everyone else. Yeep!”
	She scooped him up! Over her shoulder he went, as if he weighed nothing. He looked over at Lana.
	“Have fun!” she said.
	“Oh we will,” rumbled Aurora.

The winch whirred.
	“I’m not sure I want this.”
	“That doesn’t sound like a no to me.”
	His wrists rose up, inexorably pulled by the cables. The thick leather cuffs tugged at his wrists. They weren’t to be argued with.
	“I’m a little scared.”
	“If you want out, that’s fine. You’ll just be a wuss, that’s all.”
	He lifted up onto tiptoes as the winch kept pulling. His fingers strained up towards the beam in the ceiling. The room seemed so normal, just an ordinary bedroom, albeit one with a motorcycle engine in bits on newspaper in the corner, right up until she pulled out the cables and the winch and the restraints. And now he was dancing on tiptoes, hanging from her ceiling.
	“That’s not very fair…”
	“It’s totally fair.” She dropped the winch’s control box, letting it dangle. She strolled around in front of him, idly sloshing half a beer in its bottle. “You can ask to be let go at any time you like. But if you do, you’ll have to go home. And I reckon you don’t want that.”
	She swung the bottle by the neck and touched it with a little bump against the eager bump in his pants. He yelped.
	“Yeah, I thought not.” She laughed, her harsh bark very loud at such close range. She tipped back the rest of the beer and wiped her mouth with her wrist, tossing the bottle into a can by the door.
	“Are you gonna-”
	“Hurt you? Beat you up? Hah! No. I’m gonna be really nice to you. But...you are gonna scream, though.”
	“What?”
	“Well, maybe a little bit.”
	She cracked her knuckles. It made him flinch, which made her laugh again. “Don’t worry, little boy. I’ll be gentle.”
	He saw where her fingers were going. They wiggled in the air like the squirming tentacles of two evil octopi. The black claws at her fingertips looked blunt, but hard. He just knew how they’d feel. They crept closer to his exposed sides, and with his arms trussed up above his head, he couldn’t do a thing to protect himself! He tried to swing backwards, straining on the tips of his toes, his chest taut and tight, feeling his underarms tingle already as her fingers got within six inches of them...four inches...two…
	“Wait!” he cried. “You win! Don’t tickle me, please! I’ll let you win.”
	“You will?” she said, gasping with delight.
	“Yes! Just don’t tickle me, please!”
	She burst out laughing. “Oh hun, I don’t care about that dumb competition. I just wanna hear you laugh!”
	She pounced. Ten claws jabbing into his helpless pits, pressing through his shirt and drilling into his sensitive, trembling flesh. He spasmed and shrieked, lifting his feet up off the floor and trying to fold his knees to his chest, his body hanging from the wrist cuffs and swinging.
	“Nooo! M-mercy!”
	Each finger seemed to wiggle to its own pattern. Down his sides they went in a mad dance that stole the breath from his chest and made him gasp. “Mercy? Already? Not very tough, are ya?”
	“Nooo!”
	“Come on, you can make five minutes. Just five little minutes of tickling.”
	He pressed his head against his bicep, eyes scrunched shut, laughing helplessly as her fingers roamed over his tummy. “P-please!”
	“Five minutes of tickles and then I’ll let you go if you’re not enjoying it. How’s that? Sounds fair to me! Oh look!” She grazed her claws across the little bumps of his nipples, visible through the thin fabric of his shirt. His gasping changed tone. A shaky moan escaped him. “You can last five minutes, can’t you?”
	“Please,” he gasped. “Don’t...I can’t…”
	“Alright, just two minutes then? You really must hate being tickled!” Her paws moved in a sudden flurry of energy, darting about all over his squirming torso, jabbing claws randomly, making him dance and kick and laugh rapid, gasping staccato giggles.
	“Tickle tickle roo! Nearly finished! Ten seconds left. Count them for me!”
	“T-ten!”
	“That’s it!”
	“Nine...ah! S-stooop!”
	“Keep going!”
	“Eight...sevensixfivefour”
	“That’s cheating! Go slower.”
	“T-three...please! I can’t take any more!”
	“Yes you can!”
	“Two…”
	Her claws found their way to his nipples again. They pinched and squeezed and made him falter, head swimming, the last word panting out in a gasp dripping with helpless lust.
	“One…”
	“Well done! See, you could take more!” Her paws rested on his sides, unmoving. He whined weakly, one open eye peeking out from over the curve of his bicep. Slowly, she slid a paw down towards his pants. “Let’s see if you’re enjoying yourself, shall we? If you’re not, I’ll let you go. No more tickles. But if you are…”
	“No, please. I’m not…”
	Her paw came to rest on his erection, squeezing it through the fabric. He shuddered.
	“Feels like you’re enjoying it.”
	“Nooo!” He couldn’t help but start to laugh. The absurdity of it all! The unfairness of it! Her knowing trickery! The rigged game! “It lies! Don’t listen to it! I’m not enjoying myself! I’m not!”
	“You shouldn’t lie. You’ll hurt my feelings.” She gave his cock a little pat, then poked his tummy. He giggled and twisted away. “If you’re not enjoying yourself I’ll just let you down and you can go home.” She reached for the winch control.
	“Wait…”
	“Hmm?” Her finger hovered over the button. And that grin…
	He pouted. Rigged! He was being manipulated...and of course he loved it. It just wasn’t fair to force him to admit that he loved it. That was evil! Wonderfully, wonderfully evil…
	“I want to stay.”
	“What else do you want.”
	He hesitated. She raised an eyebrow. He whined. “I want you to...tickle me.”
	“You sure?”
	“Yes.”
	“You don’t sound sure.”
	“I am. Please!”
	“Alright then.” She let the control dangle and her fingertips settled again on his quivering sides. He stifled a whine. “But just so I don’t do anything you don’t want, you keep on saying it, alright? Over and over.”
	“S-say what?”
	“Say ‘please tickle me’, over and over.”
	“Do I have-eek!”
	She raised an eyebrow, innocent, as if she hadn’t just flinched her fingers and sent a jolt of tickling into him. “Yes?”
	“Please...tickle me.”
	“You sure?”
	He wailed, unable to keep the giggle from his lips again. “Yes! Please tickle me!”
	“Well, if you insist!”
	He shrieked as her powerful fingers dug deep into his sides. Her own laughter rivalled his in volume.
	“Oh I can just do this all day.”
	“Nooo please!”
	She hooked an arm behind his back and held him steady. “Remember what you’re meant to say?” Her other paw hovered over his tummy, fingertips flexing, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment.
	“P-please tickle me,” he said, trembling voice mournful and helpless. But still his traitorous cock bobbed hard, happy and eager.
	“Are you sure? I could stop tickling you if you wanted me to.”
	“Yes!” He let out a frustrated whine. So unfair!
	“Well, alright then!” Her fingers dived. Her thumb drove into his bellybutton and probed deep, making him gasp, legs kicking, knees bumping harmlessly against her hip. Her fingers scratched through his soft tummy fur without mercy.
	“S-stooop!” he cried, tears in his eyes.
	“Really? You really want me to stop?” The paw moved from his back and grabbed his cock, giving it one quick pump. He moaned, shuddering, the helpless giggles interrupted for one heady moment. Her fingers came away slick.
	“Doesn’t look like you want me to,” she said, holding those fingers up in front of his face.
	“I do! I don’t...l-like it.”
	“You want to go home instead?”
	“Nooo!”
	“Then tickles for you.”
	He whined. Pitiful and cute.
	“Besides. I think you really like it.” She wrapped her arm tighter around him, pulling his dangling body against hers. She touched her nose against his cheek, pushing his muzzle to the side, with no aim but to make him feel helpless. A giggling puppet. “Don’t you?”
	He mumbled.
	“What was that?”
	“Yes I like it.”
	“Atta boy. So, should I continue?”
	He nodded, ears red with a blush. Her fingers found their way to his cock again, her thumb lightly brushing at the leaking tip. Barely touching. Like feathers.
	“Alright then. Let’s find all the spots where you’re ticklish then!”

An hour of tickling feels like a lot longer. It can make your wrists feel like chewed up bacon if you’re practically hanging from them. It can leave red marks all over your body, even if the tickles themselves weren’t that severe. All those gentle poking touches build up to leave you tender and even more sensitive than before it started. By the end you’re a ragged, sweaty mess, pleading with a broken voice for no more…
	...but hoping that your pleas aren’t listened to.
	Such was the experience for Caroo. As the winch lowered him, his tired legs collapsed beneath him, and he fell forwards into Aurora’s arm.
	“That...was...evil,” he gasped.
	“Hah! Maybe a little bit.”
	She eased him onto her bed and unbuckled his cuffs.
	“I’m actually the nice one, you know.”
	“Uhuh,” he breathed, arms limp either side of his head.
	“It’s Mina you’ve got to watch out for. And Amelia. They’re the tough ones.”
	“That was pretty tough though.”
	“Nah.” She sat beside him on the bed and started to unbutton his sweat-soaked shirt. He moved his paws down to stop her.
	“No more tickles, please.”
	“Who said I’m gonna?” She nudged his paws away and opened up his shirt, pulling the halves aside to expose his fur from waist to neck.
	“What are you gonna...oh. Ooooooh!”
	Her wide tongue lapped so soothingly across the wet fur of his side. Whereas Lana’s tongue was delicate and dainty, Aurora’s laid on the licks with powerful, broad strokes. He laid his arms back above his head and murmured contently, closing his eyes.
	“That’s nice…”
	“See, I am nice.” She shifted on the bed and buried her tongue under his arm. It didn’t tickle. “Remember that when you’re deciding who’s the winner.”
	“I thought you said you didn’t care about that.”
	“I lied.” More licks, working their way across his chest. He lowered one arm to rest on her shoulder.
	“Hmm,” he said, smiling, eyes closed. “I’ll think about it!”

“This is embarrassing.”
	“For you, maybe. Not for me.”
	She tugged the leash and he followed. He didn’t exactly have much choice. He glanced back over his shoulder, towards the room they were leaving. He could still see some of his clothes on Aurora’s bed.
	“Why do I have to be naked?” he whined.
	“Quit complaining.” She placed her paw on a door and pushed, glancing back at him, grinning, looking down. “You’re obviously enjoying yourself.”
	He quickly cupped his paws over himself. “I can’t help it!”
	“Mina? You in here?” Aurora leaned in past the door. “Nope. Good.” She yanked the leash, forcing him to step past her. Another bedroom, neat and organised, very much like the rest of the house. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed and I’ll go fetch Mina.”
	“But she’ll see me naked!”
	“Yeah,” she said, grinning and she closed the door. “Just the way she likes it.”

“I see,” was all Mina said as she looked at the naked roo boy perched on the edge of her bed.
	“Aurora said I had t-”
	“Stop talking.” She clicked the door shut behind her, leaning against it. “Lie down then.”
	“Wha-”
	“No more talking.”
	He swung his legs up onto the bed and lay down on his back. The silky sheets felt cool against his bare back, and he couldn’t help but shiver.
	“Put your paws above your head.”
	“But…” He caught her warning expression and did as he was told, paws on the pillow, his naked cock hard and eager.
	She walked over to a set of shelves and pulled down a walnut box, carrying it reverently across to the bed. Caroo started to shift his legs out of the way.
	“Stay still,” she said, perching on the bed next to him, the box on her knees. “Whatever happens, you have to stay still.”
	“Why?”
	“You’ll see.” She opened the lid of the box. He lifted his head a fraction, trying to peer into it, but she shot him a warning glance. Such a fierce pair of eyes on such a small, demure wolf. From the box she lifted a pair of latex gloves, slipping them onto her paws. Caroo’s eyes widened.
	“What-”
	“Shh. No talking, remember? Don’t worry, you’re completely safe. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not even going to tie you up. In fact, I’m going to make you feel good.” She lifted out a tiny jaw and carefully unscrewed the lid. She dipped a gloved fingertip into the creamy contents. “I’m going to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt, and you’re going to lie nice and still. Can you do that?”
	“I’ll...try.”
	“If you move, you don’t get to visit my room again.”
	Caroo opened his mouth, just as Mina’s gloved fingertip touched the tip of his cock. He yelped, flinching against the urge to roll away and hide his embarrassment. And then the tingling started, right under the blob of cream. And with the heat of his body, the cream started to melt into a slick oil that spread across the head of his cock and dribbled down the sides, spreading its tingling with it.
	“Oh f-”
	“Shh! Just enjoy it.” She smiled, a beautiful, innocent thing. From the box she lifted a single pure white feather. “Remember, don’t move. And no talking. But you may, if you wish, make noises.”
	Caroo bit his lip and groaned. It felt like...like...he couldn’t describe what it felt like. Had he experienced the tingle of pleasurable electricity, perhaps he would have said it felt a little like that. Some massage oils gave a warm, soothing sensation when rubbed into the skin; he might have said it felt something like that too. They were only hints, though, of the sensation he was feeling at that moment. His cock strained in empty air, and his body twitched with the enormous willpower needed to keep still. And when Mina’s feather brushed against the underside of his cock, he let out a cry that he felt sure the others could hear downstairs, and turned his head to press against his arm, muffling his profanity-laced exclamations into safe, obedient noises.
	“It feels good, doesn’t it?” She tilted her head, watching his cock dance under the strokes of her feather. “Like you could just burst with pleasure at any moment.”
	Tiny, rapid nods, and breathless gasping were her answers, telling her that it did indeed feel like that.
	“I don’t even have to move very much. Just a tiny flick of my fingers, like this…”
	“Mmmph!”
	“...and you’re a complete wreck. Quite an amazing oil, don’t you think?”
	He looked down at her, eyes pleading. His fingers pressed in against his palms. It would be so easy to reach down and stroke himself. Or...to touch her. And he wanted to, so badly. It would be kinder to tie him up, so he could just fall into the helpless pleasure of it all, instead of having to fight himself at every moment, suffering the torment of willpower. Aurora was right...Mina was the wicked one!
	“Imagine,” she said, twirling the feather around the head of his cock and watching as the precum drooled from its throbbing tip, “what this oil would feel like when you cum? Ah, I saw that...don’t you think about moving. This is my toy now, and I’m going to play with it. Understand?” She smiled brightly, and he nodded, gasping, panting, fighting for air as the waves of teasing pleasure rippled through him. His cock felt like it was going to burst.
	“If you’re good…” She leaned down, bringing her lips within an inch of his straining tip. He groaned, staring. “I’ll let you cum. Would you like that?”
	He nodded!
	“Want to know how you can be good for me?”
	Nod!
	“That’s easy.” She sat back up and turned the feather over in her paw. She touched the quill end against the underside of his cock and stroked it up its length. He cried out as if he’d been hit, and the feather came away dripping with pre. “You let me win this competition. That isn’t so difficult, is it?”
	He shook his head, probably more movement than he was allowed, but she didn’t tell him off. She smiled like a cherub, innocent and sweet and demure, an image spoiled only by the feather she held poised above his naked, straining, glistening cock.
	“So you don’t mind waiting to cum until after you’ve spent your hour with Amelia?”
	He hesitated. An hour was an eternity when it felt like this. Finally, he shook his head.
	“That’s wonderful! Just remember, choose me as the winner.” She lifted a silk bag from the box. There was something lumpy inside it. She set it down on the bed between his legs, out of sight. “I’m sorry in advance for this. Keep still…”
	“Mmmph?”
	Her fingers closed around his balls. And then, the pain.

He rubbed at his sore balls and glanced reproachfully at her as she led him down the hall.
	“I did say I was sorry. There was no other way to get you into that thing otherwise. How does it feel?”
	“Tight.”
	“Let me see.”
	She stopped him and crouched down in front of him. He bit his lip, looking down, seeing a cute, kneeling girl in front of his naked cock. Except...it wasn’t naked any more. It was sealed away inside a metal pod, held in place by a locked ring that was snug around his balls. The view wasn’t making the chastity feel any roomier!
	“Looks alright to me. Come on, Amelia will be waiting for you.”
	And with a paw on the small of his back, and no with no chance to complain, he was thrust forwards into a darkened room. The door swung shut behind him, taking all the light with it.
	“Uh...hello?”
	“How are you feeling, roo?”
	Amelia’s voice, coming from somewhere in the darkness.
	“Fine. Uh...bit embarrassed.”
	“Don’t be. Are you enjoying yourself?”
	He could feel himself flush. He was helpless against the shy smile that came with it. “Yeah.”
	“Can you keep a secret?”
	“A secret? Of course.”
	“Shield your eyes.”
	He put his paw over his eyes. The light from the bedside lamp blossomed between his fingers. Slowly, his eyes adjusted. There on the king sized bed knelt Amelia, stunningly naked aside from a glossy black collar and gleaming chrome leash, wearing a blush and shy smile that perfectly matched his own.
	He stared.
	“...what?” he said.
	Amelia fiddled with the leash.
	“Promise you won’t tell the others?”
	“I promise. Tell them what?”
	She looked away to the side and held out her paw, offering the handle of the leash. “Sometimes an alpha needs a break from being in charge. Do you want to…”
	He had his paw on hers in an instant. His fingers curled over the leash handle and slipped it from her grasp.
	“Look at me,” he said.
	“Yes sir.” A smile, pure happiness.
	“No, down here.” He pointed at the chastity pod.
	“Mina…”
	“Yeah.”
	“Poor you.” She rose onto all fours and crawled to the edge of the bed, her tail up, her nose caressing the surface of the pod. “You could have done anything you wanted with me.”
	“Mrrf.”
	“You can still think of something you’d like to do, right?”
	“Yeah,” he said, voice shaky. She had licked her lips, right there at the pod. It was feeling very tight indeed.

He lay in the comfortable embrace of the pillows, his paws behind his head, his eyes closed, relaxed. So relaxed.
	“Is that nice, sir?”
	“Oh yes.”
	She lowered her head into her arms, looking at the big kangaroo feet in front of her. The soles glistened with her saliva. All the sweat was long gone. But, perhaps, if she pressed her tongue even more firmly between his toes she might find just a little bit more.
	“You have really soft paws.”
	“Thank you.”
	“Are they ticklish?”
	He curled his toes in an instant, folding creases into his soles. She giggled and lapped her tongue at his big toe.
	“Don’t tickle them. That’s an order,” he said.
	“I won’t. Well...not right now anyway. Sir.” She lifted a finger, gently stroking it down the curve of his arch, watching how it flexed beneath her touch. “I think you’ll want me to tickle them later, though.”
	“Maybe.”
	“Do you know why this competition is important?”
	“Hmm?”
	“The winner gets the next turn as alpha. If you let me win, I can order Mina to take that chastity off you. And then we can lay you right down on this bed, and then all four of us can stroke our paws all over you…”
	“S-stop…”
	“And gently, ever so gently, tickle you until it feels like you’re in heat.”
	“Mmmph!”
	“And Mina will stroke your cock with her feather. And Lana will nibble your ear. And Aurora will dance her fingers all over your sides. Gently, ever so gently…”
	“Please...it’s tight.”
	“And I...I will be down at the end of the bed under these beautiful roo paws. Licking...massaging...and tickling.” She pressed her muzzle into his soles and sighed. “Mmm, so pretty.”
	“Y-you’re a tease.” He curled his toes over her nose.
	“I’m just telling you what will happen if I win, sir,” she said, voice dripping with innocence.
	“Sure you are…”
	“How is that chastity feeling?”
	“Tight.” He tugged at the leash, dragging her reluctantly away from his moist, tingling soles. She crawled up the bed as he wound the leash around his paw, until she was on all fours above him, nose to nose.
	“Yes sir?” she said, innocently smiling again.
	“C’mere.”
	He yanked her down, and she yelped, losing balance and falling into his arms. He wrapped her up, snug in a hug, his legs snaking around hers, his arms closing around her back and waist, cradling her head against his neck.
	“Mmm,” she said.
	“Good pet.”
	“Heh.” Her paw rubbed at his side, then started to stray down towards his…
	“Leave it alone,” he said. “No teasing. I’m already...v-very needy.”
	“Poor sir. You know, I think my hour ended a while ago.”
	He squeezed her a little tighter, stroking his nose through her headfur.
	“But,” she said, “I suppose you can have an extension. Call it a perk of being the alpha.”
	“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said, closing his eyes with a contented, relaxed sigh.
	“And I suppose, if you’re free...you can stay a few days.”
	“Hmm?”
	“It is the weekend, after all. It’ll give us more time to...convince you.”
	“Mmm...I suppose. Alright. I suppose I can stay for a few days…”

The weekend passed slowly, and that was a good thing. Caroo discovered many things about the girls. He learned, for example, that Lana was a snuggler, and was very adept at manipulation. Sometimes she seemed like she was in charge, despite her position as the pack’s omega. Her pouting and pleading snagged her the roo for the first night. Exhausted and locked back in the wicked little chastity pod, he wasn’t in much of a position to complain, even if he wanted to.
	Amongst the plush kittens and under the soft, thick bedding, he felt like a plush toy himself. Lana’s arms held him close, his head against her chest, able to feel her breathing and hear her heartbeat through the fragrant fleece pyjamas she wore. His paw rested on her tummy, and her fingers stroked his shoulder until, slowly, she drifted off to sleep. He lay with his eyes open for what felt like hours, thinking. The day had been amazing.
	He was about to learn another fact about the girls; that Mina had difficulty getting to sleep, and had a particular solution to her problem.
	He must have slept, but it didn’t last long. The creaking of the door woke him. The room was still dark. The early hours of the morning. Mina stood in the light from the hallway, beckoning. The roo nodded towards Lana and shook his head.
	“It’s alright,” said Mina. “She’s a heavy sleeper. She won’t know you’re gone.”
	Knowing that it was probably a bad idea, he carefully extricated himself from Lana’s arms. After all, Mina put the chastity on him. Perhaps she was going to offer the key? He followed her to her room, where everything seemed as it had been before...except for the padded bench in the middle of the room.
	“Lie down.”
	He hesitated. He saw the buckles and straps all along the bench. And the wires. And the tubing. But she gestured insistently. So he lay down, and he didn’t protest as she guided his wrists into straps down by his sides, nor when she worked her way down the bench, buckling straps across every part of him, until the most he could do was to turn his head and wiggle his toes.
	“You don’t have any kind of heart condition, do you?”
	“No...why?”
	“You’ll see.” She slipped a key from her pocket and his heart jumped. The chastity pod fell away and his aching cock sprung up, along with his hopes.
	“Ever seen one of these?” she said, holding something up. It looked like...he flushed...a dildo. A transparent one. The wires and tubes all led to it. He shook his head.
	“You know the tool they use to milk cows? It’s...a lot like that. Aurora made it for me.”
	“Eep.”
	“I like that reaction.” She hummed to herself as she poured lube into the tube, then spread it around with her finger. “Okay, you ready?”
	“Uh...sure.”
	“This’ll be a bit cold.”
	“Eeee!”
	“Told you.”
	She fiddled with the wires for a bit. Caroo lifted his head to look. The tube fitted snugly over his cock, forming a seal around the base. Something hummed quietly, and he felt a suction. Instantly he gasped.
	“It’s working then,” she said. “Feel good?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Excellent.” She patted his tummy, then leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Well, goodnight.”
	“Wait, what?”
	She climbed into her bed, cocooning herself in the bedding. “It helps me sleep.”
	“What does?”
	“The sounds you’ll make when that thing teases you.”
	“You mean...it’s not going to let me cum?”
	She giggled. “Of course not. But you’ll want to. You’ll really, really want to.” She yawned and nuzzled deeper into the bed. “Don’t be too noisy, though. Aurora’s just next door and you don’t want to wake her up.”
	The tube began its rhythmic pumping, forcing a breathy moan from the roo’s lips. Mina murmured contently, closing her eyes. Whatever the machine was, somewhere underneath the bench, it was good. The suckling tube brought him inexorably to the edge...then clicked and went silent. His needy moan filled the room, and Mina smiled in her sleep. A few minutes later, triggered perhaps by some sensor in the tube, the humming started back up and the suction resumed. He suspected, and soon learned he was correct, that this was going to happen over and over all night long.
	Naturally, he didn’t get much sleep that night.

Amelia was there to sooth him in the morning. Mina had released him only after securing the chastity pod back onto him. He needed help standing. He was a sleepy, staggering mess. But coffee helped. And as he lay on Amelia’s bed, nursing the mug, she lavished attention on his sweaty, aching body, methodically grooming her tongue through the fur on every inch of his body. Except, of course, for the one bit that really wanted her attention.
	“There’s one thing I don’t get,” he said. “Why don’t you be the omega if you like being the submissive so much?”
	“Because.” She trailed her tongue along the line of longer fur leading from his crotch to his bellybutton. “I just holiday in subbytown. I like to be in charge the rest of the time.”
	“I wonder what the others would say if they could see you n-ouch!”
	She eased her teeth back off the flesh of his waist. “You were saying?”
	“Nothing…” She went back to luxurious, relaxing licks, while he sipped his coffee and mused on the notion of an alpha dominant having a strong secret submissive streak.
	“Do you,” he said, pausing, regrouping, trying again. “Uh...do you think you’d let me tie you up some time?”
	“Maybe,” she said. Her tongue probed down the crease of his inner thigh. The chastity pod twitched, and he groaned into the mug. “That’ll depend if you decide I’m the winner, won’t it?”
	“F-fair enough.”
	“Is Mina’s little toy feeling tight?”
	“Yeah.”
	“I could order her to take it off you, if you like.”
	It was like being teased without restraints all over again. Much easier to enjoy the teasing torments when you’re helpless. It’s altogether a crueller challenge when you can make it stop, but don’t want to.
	“That’s okay. I’ll survive. I hope.”
	“Mmm...famous last words, roo boy.”

He only realised he had been sleeping when it came to an end. He felt warm and comfortable and...bound.
	He groaned.
	“Hey there, roo boy.” It was Aurora. That made sense. The cuffs holding his wrists and ankles towards the four corners of the bed felt like leather, and she was the only one to have used them so far, so…
	And the chastity pod was off!
	He opened his eyes. It wasn’t just Aurora. They were all there, kneeling on the bed, Aurora and Mina to his left, Lana and Amelia to his right. And there in the middle was his naked body and his stiff cock. He yelped, trying to pull his legs together.
	“So,” said Amelia.
	“Oh let me do it, please!” said Lana. “I never get to do it.”
	“Do what?” said Caroo.
	“Shh,” said Mina.
	“Alright,” said Amelia. “You can do it, Lana.”
	“Yay!” She clapped. “Okay. Ahem. Caroo, have you come to a decision? Which did you like best? My lovely, delicate, delicious ear licks…”
	“My tickles.”
	“The feather…”
	“My...uh. The things I did with you.”
	And then they stared, each expectant in their own way, even Aurora showing attention behind her feigned disinterest. Caroo tugged at the cuffs, swallowed, cleared his throat…
	“Can I…can I have a little more time to think about it?”
	Aurora’s barking laugh made him jump.
	“Hmm,” said Amelia. “I don’t know. What do you think, girls?”
	“I think it would be okay,” said Mina.
	“Yeah,” said Lana. “Like...we could give him a couple more days to decide.”
	“He needs at least a week.”
	“A month!”
	“A year! Hehe.”
	“Whoah,” said Caroo, head spinning. “I didn’t mean…”
	“Shh.” Mina touched her finger to his lips. “You talk too much.”
	“Buth I…”
	“Lana,” said Amelia. “Be a dear and fetch a gag.”
	“Yay!”

The cuffs were snug. The gag was big. The bed was soft. And the girls were...relentless.
	He had thought that each individually was a challenge. The whole is always the sum of its parts, and never more so than at that moment. Lana’s body rubbed against his side, her tongue caressing his ear and sending shivers down his neck. Aurora’s arm pinned his tummy while her fingers teased and tickled at his sides, showing remarkable restraint, always teetering right at the edge of unbearable stimulation, a slow burn of maddening, wonderful tickles. Mina perched like a devilish imp between his legs, her box of toys resting on her thighs, her delicate fingers playing his aching, dripping cock like an instrument, caressing with that oil-slick feather, holding him just shy of what would surely be an orgasm that would break his mind, if he could just get there…
	And Amelia, taking advantage of the distractions that occupied the others, knelt at the foot of the bed, eyes closed in a blissful world of her own, lapping at his trembling soles.
	They asked him again, each in turn; who’s the winner? Who’s the best? And in blubbering, gasping replies, the roo gave them incomplete answers. When he seemed to be leaning in the direction of one, the others redoubled their efforts. The tickles got more frenzied, or the teasing took him closer to the edge, or the licking and nibbling pressed harder. It was a constant cycle, from which there was no escape. The girls had infinite stamina, it seemed. And the helpless, happy roo, their prey, could do nothing but accept it and enjoy it.
	It was going to take a long, long time to decide between them…