Suit yourself; buddy … but, before you make that your final decision; why don’t you take a good look around at all those delectable hotties gyrating out on the dance floor. They’re what real women are supposed to look like … a far cry off from that pitifully dowdy-looking, puny, small tit, no ass, pathetic mutt; wouldn’t you say?
“Whatever; so what if she isn’t all that attractive … she’s still our mate; and, we should be with her.”
Well, since he’s already riled up; I might as well have a little fun with him…
Really? So, just because you feel like she’s our mate; that’s suppose to mean that we’re obligated to be with her?
“That’s right.”
I see. … Time to ‘toss a rock at the hornets nest’. … So, following that line of logic and reasoning; if you happened to feel like some guy was our mate … would that mean that we’d be obligated to be with him? … No offense there, Gilead; but, I’m a firm believer that dicks are strictly meant for chicks.
“Screw you; Casper! Leave me alone!”
Man; he’s fuming now. Maybe I better just let him simmer down a little bit; while I keep scoping out the scene. Clearly, there’s a mixture of wolves and humans in here … question is; which one shall I be targeting tonight?
Human females can be fun for a change, at times; especially the sluttish ones who like to get freakishly wild … they tend to easily gush cum like geysers. Only problem is that they tend to lack the endurance of she-wolves; and, they become spent rather quickly.
Which is why I usually prefer to fuck she-wolves. Generally speaking, they can last longer; and, once they’re stimulated enough … and, go into heat … they’ll steadily cum for the rest of the night.
Okay, it’s settled then; time to find me a horny she-wolf … or, two … who wants to ‘dance on my pole’.
Let me see, now. … No. … No. … No. …
Wait a minute; hold on. … Yes; that looks promising. The booth in the corner over there … looks like we’ve got ourselves a small den of smoking hot, young she-wolves; whose cherries are right for the picking. … I suppose it’s time to go over and get a closer look. But, before that…
“Bartender; give me two bottles of your best, most expensive champagne.”
After paying for the champagne, I immediately head over to my chosen, awaiting beauties; but, it seems like the den is already surrounded by a few, young male-wolves desperately looking to get their dicks wet, too. Nevertheless; I easily push my way through them, and set the bottles down on the table.
“Ladies; don’t waste your time with these pups … if you ask me; I’m betting that they still haven’t gotten rid of all their baby fangs, yet. … My guess is, they’re probably still teething; and, suckling on their mothers’ titties.”
Instantly, they all start posturing themselves in an aggressive manner; puffing out their chests and clenching their fists, while bearing their gritted teeth. Then; one of the insulted pups attempts to brazenly confront me…
“Who the fuck are you; old dude? You better get out of our faces; before me and my boys over here rip you a new asshole.”
They step in closer, while still posturing in the same fashion; but, now displaying stupid grins over their gritted teeth. How amusing … not.
Despite Gilead’s previous claim of not getting involved tonight; he’s certainly not going to just stand by and let these foolish, wet-nosed pups get away with stepping up in our face. Because of his nature, he just can’t help himself.
I can feel his ire quickly rising, as he emerges; and, in an instant, my eyes change over to those two, solid, charcoal-black orbs centered within two, fiery-red fields. Then, without hesitation, he has me reach out and tightly grasp hold of the smart-mouth’s neck; and, pick him up off the floor … holding him in front of me high above my head, using only one hand.
And, as quick as his face turns to a bright, beet-red shade; his boys’ faces turn ghastly pale … and, they slowly step back, trembling; trying to keep standing up on what seems to be faltering, weak-kneed, jelly legs.
Gilead has me growl in my Alpha tone…
“‘Old dude’ was it? Let me tell something, you trivial, little, wet-nosed pup; I am not old. … However; I suggest that if you and your boys have even the slightest desire to reach my age … you best get out of my face; and, go run back home to ween some more on your mothers’ tits. Grow up a bit more before trying to step up to me.”
Gilead has me throw him back into his trembling, weak-kneed boys; and, we amusingly watch as they all stumble back and fall to the floor. Then; we satisfactorily grin, as they scamper off in fear … thoroughly emasculated; running away with their tails tucked between their legs.
I head back over to the table; ready to victoriously claim that small den as my prize…
“Now, ladies; where were we?”
I can smell the aroma of combined, sweltering pheromones circulating in the air around their booth; along with the underlying, various scents of pussy juices, which are apparently seeping out from their moistening crotches. … Yeah; I can see that they’re starting to go into heat over our demonstration of dominating, Alpha prowess.
As I peruse over my small den of she-wolves … getting a better look at this little, bevy of beauties … I’m quickly taken in by a pair of sultry-looking twins. I step up onto the table; then, step back down on the other side between them.
I immediately open one of the bottles of champagne, and pour each of the twins a glass; then, tell the rest of them…