Mated to the Pack Ch. 30

Bernard looked at the big wolf. "He's the most perfect male I've ever seen. No. I don't think so."

"Since he was raised that way, he doesn't take shame in the fact that he has to suck a dick occasionally. Like you, I'm sure he prefers pussy to pricks. At least, I've never seen him suck one when he wasn't performing obeisance to a senior wolf."

"That's not quite true, slut."

"How so, Master?"

"I sucked a lot of dick of even junior wolves to get back in your good graces after I pissed you off. You saw me suck quite a few of them."

I laughed. "True. I didn't think you would when I told you it was what you'd have to do. I figured it would keep you from pestering me again."

"It was worth it," Quinn laughed, "just for the opportunity to have you in my collar again. Bernard, the question you need to ask yourself is whether or not it's worth it to you to suck a few dicks in order to remain a part of Anna's new life? If the answer is yes, don't worry yourself about whether there's something wrong with you. If the answer is no, perhaps being a cuckold is not for you, and you need to ask yourself if you want to continue in your marriage, because I assure you, that Anna isn't going to give up her position as your cuckoldress anytime soon, which you pushed her into in the first place. She enjoys what you created. That's the only thing you should concern yourself with. Is it worth it?"

"Yes, it's worth it," Bernard said.

"Wasn't such a tough question after all, was it? You've got a lovely wife, who's going to have a baby, giving you a family. I'm sure that having a baby will slow her down some. It slows most females down, having to care for another life. But she'll continue to enjoy a good fuck with more well endowed males on occasion, especially because she knows she doesn't have to pick out good husband material. She's got a good husband. All she needs is a good, raunchy fuck from a more dominant, big dicked alpha on occasion, which are a dime a dozen. Francine is a lesbian, who doesn't like sucking dick any more than you do, but as Sasha's submissive, is learning to accept cock, in order to be a better submissive."

"Well said, sir," I added. "You're not alone in what you're doing, Bernard. I know several other cuckold relationships in addition to yours, and it includes Jewel, and her husband, Evan. They all seem happy with the relationships they have. I wouldn't sweat it that much. As long as it's only wolves that Anna is fucking, your relationship is safe. The wolves don't want Anna for anything more than a fuck toy."

I got up and went dancing with Quinn. He made sure to lift my mini loincloth and expose my bare bottom to the surrounding dancers, his big paws fondling my ass to the point I was horny as fuck and needed a good shafting. By the time we returned to our table, Anna was back but I no longer saw Bernard. I wondered if Helga had taken him again. That notion was quickly squashed when Anna started moaning in what looked like a splendid orgasm. I looked under the table and Bernard was down there lapping at Anna's fragrant folds.

"Would you say that Bernard has gotten better?" I asked her.

"Much, much better," Anna panted. "You can stop now, Bernard. That was wonderful, honey. Don't wipe off your face."

Bernard crawled out from under the table and his face was glazed with Anna's juices.

"You earned yourself a reward, baby. After one of my other lovers fucks me again and you do a good job of cleaning up my pussy, I'll give you a blow job."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Around ten, we left the dance and returned to our quarters for some good fucking. Conor left with Jewel for her quarters while Evan trailed behind. It was to keep him from being exposed to wolves when Mandy learned she'd be fucking wolves to provide them with puppies.

Quinn gave me to my husband for some wonderful sex (in the public spaces of the suite) while he took care of Anna's needs in front of her husband. Bernard cleaned up his wife, then sucked Quinn back to an erection (it doesn't take much for a wolf) so Quinn could fuck her a second time. After doing his clean up duties again, Anna removed his cock cage to suck him off.

"Let me take care of him," Quinn said. "I want to thank him for sharing his wife and giving me an opportunity to breed you."

I strongly suspect that Quinn did so, just for Bernard, so he wouldn't feel so strange becoming Anna's cock fluffier. If a masculine male such as Quinn could do it, Bernard wouldn't feel so sissified. Quinn also suggested that she leave Bernard's cock cage off until he'd seen the videos of her fucking today, and let him jack off to them, so his cage wouldn't be painful while he watched.

Then Quinn took Lenore and me to bed and gave us each another good fucking before we fell asleep.

******

Our next stop was Cozumel. It wasn't a private beach or resort, anchoring off the town of San Miguel, so no nudity either on decks or ashore. It didn't mean you couldn't be slutty. My short skirt didn't have any underwear under it. I was collared, though not leashed, the collar enough to demonstrate my submissiveness.

There were some smaller Mayan ruins on the island and that's where we decided to sightsee. All of the wolves went, plus Sean, the four submissive sluts and Gretchen. The others on the fringes of our group, the new sluts and cucks, went to San Miguel to do some shopping.

Suddenly, all of the wolves stopped, as if their batteries had all run down at the same time, and they stood sniffing the air. Several of them then started loosening their clothes, and Quinn pushed Lenore and me behind him, and Conor and Rene were doing the same to the other humans. Sasha pushed Sean behind her. I'd never seen them act this way before and I knew it had to be another Were. I went into my purse and put my hand on my silver knife. Wolves didn't care that much about other humans, so it had to be a Were. I motioned to Lenore to do the same.

Suddenly, this god like figure strode out of the jungle by the ruins. He walked like no other human I'd ever seen. Maybe like a dancer striding across a stage. So fucking graceful, so feline, and I suddenly knew the Were was a cat. He was an inch taller than Quinn, and just as muscled, black, with yellow eyes, wearing only loose shorts.

"Hello, doggies. What are you doing here?" He spoke English with a Mexican accent.

Rene answered. "Hello, pussycat. Just sightseeing, enjoying the beauty of your country. We're from the cruise ship."

"You have breeders with you. A lot of them." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"We do. We're fortunate."

"I think I'll take one."

"I don't think you will, pussycat," Quinn said. "If you want a breeder, find your own, and don't think I don't smell the other two cats in the jungle behind you."

"Oh, I'm sure you do, doggy. You think you seven doggies can stop three jaguars?"

"I've hunted bear. They're at least as badass as you, pussycat. Plus, you don't give enough credit to the six humans, pussycat. They're all armed with silver and trained to use it. We only have to keep you busy enough for them to start carving pieces off you. Show him, Jessica."

I pulled my knife out of my purse, as did the other sluts, and Gretchen. We held them low, as we'd been trained. Mine had a six inch blade and it gleamed in the sunshine.

"Can we lower the testosterone levels for a minute, Quinn, Rene?" I said.

Without taking his eye of the jaguar, Quinn said, "What did you have in mind?"

"A chance to talk, without carving anyone up. Are you willing to talk, Cat, or are we going to go to all out war between wolves, cats, and humans, maybe attract the attention of the soldiers we saw earlier?"

"She's a feisty one," the jaguar said.

"You have no idea," Quinn said. "She held a silver knife to my throat once."

The cat relaxed a little. "I'm willing to talk."

"Why don't you have a seat?" I asked.

He folded down to a squat, not really sitting, probably feeling sitting would be putting himself at a disadvantage. I sat down, Indian style, handing my knife to Quinn, who could probably do more damage with it anyway. I figured if I had to fight, things were already in the shitter.

"What's your name, Cat? My name is Jessica, in case you missed the exchange. The wolf next to me is Quinn, and the Alpha is Rene."

"I didn't miss anything. My name is Tadeas. It's Mayan."

"Does it mean anything?"

"Gift given by God."

I had to admit he did look a bit like a god given gift. "Are the cats in the jungle family or friends?"

"Both." He didn't elaborate.

"I don't know that much about jaguars. Do you live in family groupings like lions, or tend to be solitary."

"We're fairly solitary on the whole, coming together for mating,"

"Who raises the young?"

"The female."

"Even though, as most Weres do, the female Were does not bear the kitten, but a human does?"

"Yes, why so many questions?"

"Indulge me a few more. Are you attempting to seduce anyone now?"

"Yes."

"Does the woman reside on Cozumel?"

"Yes."

"Have you fucked her as a human yet?"

"Yes. I'm getting tired of your questions. Where are you going with this?"

"Perhaps two or three more questions. It will be made clear. Do you live on Cozumel?"

"The Mayan Peninsula on the mainland."

"Since you've lived so long, do you have money?"

"Yes."

"Then pay her to have kittens."

"What?"

"The wolves in the US and Canada have started to pay women to breed for them, instead of relying solely on seduction. An advantage of pack socialization is they can pool their money. The reason these wolves have so many breeders with them is they've paid them to breed. Some of the women currently breeding for them include married women with husbands. When the wolves find a breeder, for the four or five days of her fertile cycle, four wolves each day will mount her, allowing for natural selection to a certain extent, and giving every one of the males a chance to pass along their own genetic traits. They pay for the medical costs associated with pregnancy, and a certain amount for each puppy, with a bonus for four, usually an amount equivalent to four times or more than that of a single puppy, so they're encouraged to have more than one. Once you've found one willing to breed, have them evangelize for you to get others.

"They'll usually know someone else who needs money, or perhaps they know of a married couple whose husband is infertile. Give them a human child for each kitten they provide you. Or perhaps you can meet a hotwife/cuckold couple where the husband likes to watch his wife have sex with another man. Fuck the wife as human when she's not fertile for the husband's pleasure, and fuck her as a cat when she's fertile.

"The thing you need to realize, is, for humans, having babies is a damned big deal. Our bodies don't recover from pregnancy as easily as Weres' do. We have to work hard to get back into shape. Having children is dangerous. A certain percentage of women die from complications of child birth. So give them a fucking incentive. Pay them. If you have some type of bonus for multiple births, you can get more than one kitten per seduction. For the first time since the packs signed a treaty with the US government preventing them from biting humans to increase their numbers, puppy populations are increasing faster than wolves were dying. I imagine you get hunted down if you bite humans, so don't bite them, pay them and fuck them."

"And this works?"

"Of course. It works better with those people on the marginal edges of society, who don't have as much money and are struggling to make ends meet, but even wealthier humans have kinks that can be taken advantage of. We're only here for the rest of the day, but if your lady friend is available, we could help convince her to become a breeder today. What's her circumstances, financially?"

"Widowed, raising two young children on a tiny pension."

"Perfect, and how much can you afford to pay her if she has a child for you, in US dollars, given you're also covering medical costs?"

"Perhaps $10,000."

"That would be a huge amount for her. Could you give her $50,000 as a bonus for having four kittens, and if not, could you and your buddies pool your money to provide such a bonus? I'm thinking that the cat who provides the most money to the pot, has more chances to breed her; say one guy who pays $25,000 would get two chances to breed for every one chance, a guy who paid $12,500 into the pot. It requires cooperation between more than one cat, which is easier for packs because of their social structure, but the times they are a changin', so maybe you need to change with them. The woman knows who and why she's breeding, and gives up the child voluntarily. The money helps the woman raise her other two children without creating an additional financial burden on her."

"What about keeping our identity a secret?"

"She knows she's fucking a cat anyway, unless you drug her. What do you usually do?"

"Drug her."

"Bad kitty. Fuck you."

He smiled at me. "I like you."

"I'm taken. Married."

"To him?" Indicating Quinn. "I smell him all over you."

"Not him. I'm a submissive. My husband and Quinn swapped submissives for the cruise, mostly for us, but partly for Quinn, who's loved me for a long time. But I refused to mate with a Were. To a certain extent, we've adapted to the polyamory of wolves, but I wanted to grow old with my husband, not have him outlast me by a lifetime or two. Have your breeders sign a Non Disclosure Agreement, before you tell them you're a cat. It works well in the US because of the treaty. The government handles the blabbermouths, and provides the appropriate IDs for the wolves to otherwise move freely throughout society. The wolves hunt down rogue Weres' who violate the rules in return, for the government. I suppose if you don't have government backing, you could disappear one yourself, but I wouldn't do that to a woman with children.

"I've had three puppies so far, one for Rene, the pack alpha, one for Quinn, and one for another wolf. I've contracted for one more, and will undergo one further breeding after my vacation. My husband is the son of Sasha, the woman who's protecting him now. He was born of a rape between two wolves in human form. I'm the granddaughter of a wolf who was attempting to seduce a woman, but she got pregnant with him in his human form. It gives me a certain amount of sympathy for the plight of wolves, but the money helps regardless. I couldn't have done it without getting paid something, especially not for four."

"And you say you'd help with the woman I'm with now?"

"If she's available today. Our ship sails this evening. If not, call me when you're with her, and I'll try to explain over the phone. Now, are we going to fight, or can we call a permanent truce?"

Tadeas stood up. "We can call a truce."

"Why don't you call your friends out of the jungle and you can find out if we can speak to your lady friend this afternoon. We'll finish our sightseeing this morning. If they have similar friends, perhaps we can speak to all three. By the way, I hope your friend speaks English, because I don't speak enough Spanish to explain."

"Almost everyone on Cozumel speaks English."

"There you go." I put my hand up to Gretchen, who helped me unwind and stand up.

Two other cats came out of the jungle, similarly dressed as our friend. I'm not sure anyone truly relaxed, but there was no longer open hostility.

While we went sightseeing, the cats contacted their amours, arranging a meeting at Tadea's lady friend's house at two that afternoon. We did make allowances for the jaguars being nearby by staying very close together.

"Quick thinking," Sean said, as we wandered the ancient ruins.

"We're not out of the woods yet," I said. "We might end up spoiling Tadeas' seduction without any benefit to him. It could still get ugly. I have a favor to ask. If the women have to witness a breeding with a cat to know she won't get clawed or bitten, would you allow me to volunteer for the job? I'm not sure if the wolves want to let down their guard enough to let a cat fuck them. They're our first line of defense."

"Do you trust them?"

"I don't know them, but if they hurt me, they get nothing but a war on their hands. A war they know is as risky for them as it is for the wolves. They are outnumbered, although I'm sure they outweigh the wolves about three or four to one, it's still just one cat to two wolves and a silver armed human. If we get bitten, we're turned to cats and can't breed for them, so they gain nothing. I think we're okay logically, if they behave logically."

"What do you think, Quinn?" Sean asked.

"Her logic is impeccable. I'm not that familiar with cat Weres. We don't run into them in New England, mostly bears. Even if I'd had contact with panther Weres, I'm unsure it would help with jaguars. Not all big cats are the same. Lions hunt as a pride, other cats don't. It's all guesswork at the moment. I'm just happy all the women brought their silver. You remained very calm, Jessica, which was good."

"Well trained. You can thank Brigitte for that, and Maria after her. No one lost it. Everyone kept calm. I imagine it's because we're familiar with shapeshifters. I'm sure I would have been a screaming mimi if everyone just shifted without any foreknowledge of what might happen. If it gets to a fight, are cat's vital organs where wolves' are?"

Quinn laughed. "I'm sure they are. Severing their spine with silver puts them out of the fight fairly quick. Permanently crippled. Rene, are you good for going after the big one with me if it comes to it?"

"Of course."

The two wolves clasped forearms.

"I'm sure glad you two aren't fighting anymore," I said.

"Thanks to you, Wolf Daughter," Rene said. "I doubt that our NDA's have much validity in Mexico, but it might help to have these women sign one so they understand the gravity of exposing anyone."

"I think when there has to be a shift, it should be one wolf and one cat, so they know cats aren't the only shapeshifters, and I'd like Sean to be with me, to help explain that we're human, even though we're the product of wolves. Everyone else stay out of the conversation. If the kids are home, we need to have Gretchen and Rose take them out of the house. They can give their silver weapons to one of the wolves and Sean. Gretchen is the least well trained to fight, and Rose is the smallest of the women," I said.

"Agreed," Quinn said.

"Then we have a plan," Rene said.

After Tadeas made his plans, he joined us to let us know. He also informed us his two fellow jaguars were named Sebastian and Cesar. They weren't as big or muscular as Tadeas, perhaps both around six feet tall, more like Conor and Sean, but with smooth, rolling muscles flowing under their skin.

"Why don't you talk about Mayan culture while showing us around," I said. "While you're doing that, I'm going to explain what our plan is."

He looked briefly at the wolves, then shrugged and joined us. For the next two hours, he explained everything he knew about the Mayans and we unfolded the plan to explain to his lady friend about shapeshifters.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Tadeas asked.

"Nothing is guaranteed to work," I said. "Once the women have signed the NDA, and the woman has witnessed a breeding, so that she knows she's safe enough from the sex itself, we're successful about 80% of the time in converting it to a breeding situation, but that's in the US with American culture and the movies and media exposure to things vampire, werewolf and similar type stories. Your country is primarily Catholic, and might be less prone to accept sex with an animal, no matter how much they need money. Once a woman knows she needs to breed with a wolf, she's always given the opportunity to decline. The occasional rogue wolf will rape a woman, but if they do, they're hunted down. It has to be voluntary.