little slappy make daddy happy

Jupiter was ready. The moment his uncle had announced the mission Jupiter had known what he was going to do. It was obvious, no? You want to go to a pack, pick a fight and go home with your dignity, the answer to doing that was pretty clear: leave your dignity at home. It was for that reason he had gotten into character by drinking the evening away. Now, functional drunk, Jupiter was ready to step up to the plate and let whatever silly, over eager macho man galloped to the border roll him around in the dirt - for science.

Reeking of mead and with a bladder that had been near bursting for god knew how long, Jupiter ambled up to the border and audibly smacked shoulder first into a tree. He appeared oblivious to the fact that the tree he was leaning on marked Armada's border. Somehow, swaying and bobbing terribly, he managed to lift a hind leg without falling over. "Oh," he groaned with near orgasmic intensity as he finally allowed himself a much needed piss into Armada territory. "Oh-ho baby yeah."

He peed. And peed. And peed some more because fuck somewhere along the way he'd thought it was a good idea to save it up for this moment. To himself, he muttered, "Woooo doggie, that was almost a disaster."