Before I am fully-conscious, I know what my body wants. The hairs on my hindquarters are tingling. Some-dog is very gently sniffing. I can’t smell him, it must be my young stealth-warrior, scent-masked even in arousal. I make a point of stretching, showing I am rising to allow him to back away. He will approach later if he is interested. By the time I am fully awake and grooming, I can feel the noses of Broad and the pack on me. Broad glances at me a moment and I know he will mount me before the end of the day.
I have not taken a Heat-dose in two cycles because I have not felt inclined to. I had forgotten how invigorating it is for every fibre to be asking for a fucking from any dog in the vicinity. Many females also mount if welcomed during Heat. I would be interested in Mane Runt^ Rise, if she is interested. I stand to go about my business with all noses following me out to the Rise air.
The sparkling air against my skin, through my coat, adds to my excitement and enjoyment of the Heat within. I turn to feel the breeze against my swollen Heat-lips and shake all over. Trustworthy is beside me. He sniffs me and starts to lick my wetness. I am not looking for a long transaction, I nuzzle him to show my consent. His weight is on my back and he fucks me rapidly and briefly until we are both warm in the crisp Rise. He gets off me and we walk down to our allocated provisioning-spot. The night shift of our quarter-pack^ has put out the provision from last night. Trustworthy and I bend to feed from the same medium-bodied mammal, something akin to the bovine-provision^ of-World. It is gamey and rich. I will take a Heat-feed later but this provision, to my Heat-heightened senses, is more delicious than anything I have eaten on this world (and several feeds on World).
Broad and I leave the rest of the quarter-pack to cache what is left, to review stores, go to den (for those who were up all night, guarding and prepping this Rise’s provision) and continue cataloguing and digging stores; we have investigating to do. We set off at a comfortable pace. I thought we would fuck before we strike out but Broad seems determined to get started. I am grateful for Trustworthy’s mating earlier. I will seek at least another 2 partners in the next two or three days, but I am in no rush right now. We fall into step easily and, soon enough, we are approaching the looming trees. The trees that give this world its scent, are tall and surprisingly even as though they were intentionally controlled rather than grew.
“I have not climbed since I was in creche!” he says, looking up into the branches.
“Lucky for you, my QPL was a sneaky old hyena and he used to use trees for secret caches!” Between the delicious provision, the beautiful Rise and the un-spent lust, I feel puppyish and boastful. I start to plot a way up to the lowest nest. “I think I’ve got a route. Keep up if you can”. I bound onto a low branch. He is not far behind me. I am not sure if he needs to prove himself as competent as any Set or if my scent is breaking him down, but he stays close for the whole climb. I keep a steady pace and find reasons to rub against his coat and to smell his arousal. We are in the branches by now, high enough that a fall could be problematic; old Sly did not cache this high up.
The smell of stale birds has slowly entered our noses. We can reach the underside of the nests now, but they are not designed for a dog to get into from below but a bird from above. Scrambling up over the lip would be risky, even much closer to the ground. We start to investigate, for an easier way in. Broad dislodges some smaller twigs and we both start to scrabble to make a path wide enough for us to breach.
I go ahead and as I am trying to wiggle my hips through, I feel his nose plunge into the centre of my Heat. I can hear him shake. The smell of his arousal is almost drowning out both the bird-stench and my own Heat. I get through and turn to confirm my consent. Broad cannot fit through the gap. I desperately start digging round him; I need him inside me as soon as I can. I’ll collapse if I cannot have him.
He bursts through and pins me with his bulk. He is a thorough and strong mater. He is slow, as many larger dogs are at first. He lets me get comfortable and fills me, stretching me as he grows and then begins the thrusting rhythm. His speed ramps up and up until I cannot tell if he is moving at all anymore. I yowl as he comes, he continues to thrust well until I know he is empty. He withdraws and I feel his seed and Trustworthy’s mixing and spilling from me. I turn and lick his face a little.
Once we smell like dogs again, he and I look round at this bird-place. It smells of 3 individuals. They were well-fed and busy birds. In the walls of the nest, there are scraps of bright grass, shiny shells and pieces of colourful feathers. They have obviously been left by the inhabitants, but we cannot see their uses. This seems to be a den-nest. There is a latrine area, streaked with foul-smelling guano on the lip. Black, white and blue-ish feathers seem to be concentrated in what we assume is a sleeping area. There is nothing by way of forage or provision, but this would be a suitable place to put something we needed better security on. It would, at least, be easily defended if it came to it.
We are not able to find a way to any other nests, so we fuck again. He is empty, this one is just for me. He tilts and grinds, more as a female does. My clit^ explodes, making my ears and nose ring. Warm and sated we carefully begin climbing down to the ground.
We decided to tell Bushy Rise (the stealth-warrior Pack Guider^ in our quarter-pack) about the nest as a potential cache, but to keep it to ourselves otherwise. Broad has gone to check on the others letting me go to the stealth-warriors. He knows of my interest there. I enter the main store and see my young buck.
“I need to see Bushy Rise. Can you take me to her?”
“Certainly, I am Slender Rise. DQPG Bushy Rise has asked me to join her as DQPG. Are you the other QPG?” He isn’t acknowledging his real Service in case I am just another quarter-dog.
“Yes, I am Brave Set. You are not scarred for a stealth-warrior” I might as well confirm that I know his true purpose. Poor pup, he has an impeccable scent-mask but his body betrays his discomfort. He will have trained for a season^, at most, for this mission.
“I am a cycle out of training. Though Bushy has been observing me since I was in creche.”
I let my body do the asking. Most stealth-warriors only have pups in the first few cycles of their careers so I know he will be curious. He tries to conceal his interested nose grasping at the scent of my Heat and the smell of seed that I now burst with. He turns away and leads me into the weapons store where Bushy Rise is checking the inventory. I look at her and ask with my eyes that we should send Slender Rise away. She posts him as a sentry further down the passage.
I furtively tell her what we learnt on our explorations and how it might be useful in days, seasons or cycles to come to have a store that is easily defended and unlikely to be stumbled upon by mistake. She listens, congratulates me and nuzzles me, asking if I would welcome her mounting. I had not considered her previously, but I am in no way against the idea. She mounts and rides me. She rubs against my battered clit with hers. She shudders as she comes. I revel in the experience, but I feel achingly empty. I am aware that Slender Rise can probably smell and hear our enjoyment.
“Tell him, my sneeze is he should.” Bushy says as she goes back to her inventory.
I am not fully out of scent when Slender is rubbing my hindquarters and begging entry. I lead him to the surface. I always prefer the air in my fur when fucking. When we get there, we are not two steps from the mouth of the tunnel when he is on top of me, trying to position himself. It takes two attempts but then he is in position. As soon as his cock enters me, he begins to thrust in an almost panicked manner. I advise he waits a little. He manages to pause. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath as his cock grows within me. He makes a small noise; his weight is shuddering on my back.
“Go for it!” He is vigorous and savage. I love it. He slides out of me, bringing a trickle of seed with him. I turn to nuzzle him. His scent shows me excitement and gratitude and I know I will be visiting him again before my dose has worn off. I just need to find out if Mane Runt Rise is interested tomorrow.