Stay put like he told you to.

You decide to do what your told to.

You're exhausted don't understand the legal situation of a wild clan or household. The relationship status with the man who just filled you with his cum seems to have some baring on your life now apart from the possibility you maybe soon pregnant with his kid, kids? You think wolf people often have multiples. And your fairly certain he sent someone to steal you luggage off the bus.

No choice but to follow along like you have been at this point.

You lay down on the tiny couch, trying to dodge sticky spots, and close your eyes for a second. You don't remember being so tired since trying track a few times in highschool. You were never that fit. As you muse to yourself you accidentally fall asleep.

"Up pet, got places to be," your mate shakes you rather rudely to wake you up, "got your shit in the car time to go, let the wife know I'd brought you in the house and now she's pissed." He helps lift you off the couch and starts marching you along with gentle shoves, "You'ld think shed be happy, she doesn't want to fuck me anymore, keeps bitching about us being a disgrace at the clan meets for not having a active breeder in the house, but she won't have anymore kids and the other wife doesn't even see us anymore not that she ever had any for me." Elaborating like you'd asked he looks at you and says, "political marriage type thing you know, my aunt did something for another pack and there was some minor debt, they decided that marriage to a pack member would clear the slate, but they marry off to me some sort of modern anti-cast anti-clan type, probably a kind of fuck you for the debt, kind of goes against the whole point of the honor debt but whatever," the parentheicals finally stop expanding, "anyway point is she's not getting pregnant where'd Maril think we were getting a baby from." Once again like you asked he looks over, "that's the wife by the way, anyway she's probably going to be a real bitch when you introduce yourself so be on your best submissive behavior or she's going to make my life real difficult and put you through the wringer as her subordinate."

The jabbering finally ends as you get outside by his car and he fumbles with the keys, annoyed and overwhelmed by everything you get to actually ask a question.

"Why the fuck are you telling me all this"

He finally gets the beeper out and unlocks the door,

"Get in"

You get in the passenger side next to him and he flicks your nose hard,

"Hey no attitude from you pet, I forget you don't know shit about the rules here but your at the bottom of the totem poll here untill you've got some claim to status, your a supplicant in every situation. I've done you a favor once your good and knocked up you'll have some minor rank in the clan but till you've got a job, prestige or a litter of babies your essentially going to be treated like a kid. I'm telling you this shit because it's your family now and you need to know whats going on in the pack and house understand?"

Holding you stinging snout you ask still angry "and you thought that all this shit was more important than telling me your name," he raises his index finger again, "ok you got me there pet but cool it. Names Max Fairguard that's your last name now too, out packs a martial cast not a very prestigious one mind you but better than most. Maril is the wife, inter pack marriage shes higher ranked than me and won't stop acting like it. Olivia is the other wife, you won't see her like I said. I'll go into the kids when they come by we mostly had them young and then Maril got busy with her career in her thirties. All of them are a fair bit older than you there are about 20 of them 7 of them are still in the legal household."

He goes on for a while, driving an talking, you stop being able to absorb the information after a while he talks about his grandmother a lot you're surprised she could be alive at his age but some beast folk can live a long time you've heard. She's important in their pack it seems and much of the politics he complains about his wife inflicting on him seem to come from mandates by the grandmother that Maril is the messenger of that Max stupidly assumes are the capricious whims of his wife and not his Grandma's attempts to make her children and grandchildren maneuver into more prestigious roles.

You find yourself siding with his wife on every story and rule he complains about in the household, a kinship with another woman this idiot fucked hard and knocked up. The magic of pheromone induced infatuation fades a little and you understand why his wife just stopped sleeping with him.

He pulls up to a moderately large house in a suburban zone.

"Ok let's get this done with," he grumbles.

You find yourself a little disassociated walking upto the door of the house. You really don't know what to expect despite all the information all you learned is Max is a bit of an idiot.

Entering the house behind Max you see a gorgeous grey wolf woman standing a few steps up the stairs positioned off the foyer. She looks the same age as Max early fifties but peculiarly fit by normal human standards she has well kept straight silvery hair that falls to one side. She's wearing an elegant grey dress that matches her fur and tasteful silver jewellery.

She squints as she looks at you pained wrinkles crease on the beautiful woman's forehead showing her age.

"Max... Why is she dressed like some rodent whore."

"That's how you great the alpha male of the house, look her clothes were ruined we needed to hunt her up something to keep her clothed"

She sighed "Well that is a better than the answer 'because she's a whore'" she this time addresses you "are you a whore, he did not just pick you up at the side of the road did he"

"What? No. I'm coming to Lupa as a Munu university student"

She looks less mad and a little curious, "a foreign student, few wolf clan are foreign citizens. But university is good, no status but you might not be a disaster. What are you studying?"

"Uhh environmental sciences Lupa has the most extensive program"

"Oh could be better but the environmental priests do not mind a pretty breeder in their chorus, my cousin has some connections to the packs that could put you in that position."

"I uh haven't decided what I'll do and I'm not exactly familiar with Lupan religion I don't think that's what I'll be doing"

She snaps the fingers on one hand into a triangle almost clapping with one hand to indicate you should close your mouth.

"I am the head of this house and I decide where its members will go, not some nameless girl who has been dumped on my doorstep" she coolly interrupts.

"A woman isn't supposed to be head of the house" Max grumbles.

"And yet she is, girl your name"

"James Alcaster er.. Fairgaurd I guess now" she looks at you strangely "Um I was kinda a man this morning?"

"So late in life, we should visit the doctor. Well you are not one now, it's custom for the parents to change a child's name when they show their clan traits and in their absence it is my prerogative. You will be Lily Fairgaurd. Lily you smell like my husband has been rutting you for hours there is a bathroom two doors down, that hall to the right, clean yourself out and come find me. Take your time I must deal with Maxamus and there is no need for you at the moment."

You blush a bit you really are quite gross right now, and cleaning up would be great for everyone. You nod and head I. The direction she indicated. Behind you you hear arguing turn to screaming than inhuman howling. The jist of the argument seeming to be that Maril wasn't talking about him finding a new mate to impregnate but to get one of their kids partnered up to show the pack that they were productive and on Max's side it seemed largely about him not getting any sex.

The bathroom is rather well appointed way cleaner than what your used to as a student bachelor err ex-bachelor. They must have a house cleaner come by. The white tiles lead to a rather large tub and a shower large enough for a few people sits in the corner enclosed in glass. Peeling out of your tasteless emergency clothes choices you get in the shower, the warm water is a huge relief as it pours over you, reaching for your hair you realize bathing is now a much more extensive process with all the extra fur. On the shower ledge sits several dozen soap bottles, each labelled with a different region of the body. Head, Face, body, tail and several conditioners that have some sort of hair softness/oiliness scale that you have no idea how to use or if they apply to you. You wash up best you can with what you understand. All the back hair is really irritating to get to till you realize they probably have tools for that and that's what the implements you don't recognize hanging on the wall are. Big back scratchier like things with tiny silicone points on the end.

Washing out the soap you learn how tense you are and manage to unclench your lower body. The engorged part of your sex seems to settle down.

A wet *splotch* hits the tiles below you as Maxes congealed cum slides out of your opening. With out your body holding it in the huge volume of it has started to slide out. The sensation is rather disgusting why was putting this muck into you so sexy and getting rid of it so revolting. You squat to try and help it leave and try to aid yourself with the hand shower attachment. A rather ridiculous amount was sealed up there and despite your best efforts the pressure you feel isn't completely relived. As you leave the shower to use the toilet a drip of more watery cum keeps dripping out of you probably mostly held back by the cervix. You wait a while for it to stop but as it doesn't seem to change its slow escape you resign yourself to dirtying your undergarments.

While thinking bout getting your clothes back on you hear a small rapping on the door then it opens before you can respond a short mouse woman comes in. Excuse me missus but missus Maril says these are for you to wear and that I am to dispose of you previous garments. She avoids looking directly at you while handing you a tidily folded pile of clothes and scoops up your lose clothing, and leaves all within ten seconds.

You inspect the bundles it seems to be a more modest dress though the cut on the cleavage is showoffy and at least the hem goes past your knees, clean panties and a much more expensive looking bra than the one rummaged form the luggage.

Looking at your self in the mirror is still very alien, the light floral pattern on the dress looks good on you. The lines of different coloured fur look more distinct, colour showing more clearly. You probably need to brush it cleanly but opening the cabinet to see all the combs and brush sizes you decide that's a challenge to take on another day.

Stepping out of the room finally clean you decide what to do next.