Good Afternoon Mister Wolf
A quick story I threw together after some interesting inspiration.
All character are my own creations any similarities are pure accidental.
- Good Afternoon Mister Wolf.
Afternoon sun shone through the leafs of the forest, faint shadows licked against the tiny frame of a young anthro lion. He walked cautiously through the high grass of the forest floor, hoping to not be seen. How naive he was to commit such a bould feet. To expect the high grass to conceal his miniscule body. Did he not recall his bright fur with golden shine and screaming orange mane. In fact he did little care for his own well being. He was, as other common micro fauna: semi imortall. And found much amusement in being so. A death wish perhaps, to some a disgusting obsession, to others pure joy.
As the young lion wandered along, pondering. A sharp snap of branches startled the lion. In a sudden burst of adrenalin he quickly bolted to the side, into a dense tuft of grass. Frantically he breathed as he looked back to where he just stood. There was a cloud of dust surrounding a dark gray pillar with an odd shaped base. As he gazes up the pillar it rises from the ground revealing the paw pad of a colossal anthro wolf. Awestruck he stood there observing the paw move over to him. Unable to move as the paw hovered above him. As it suddenly speeded down towards him, he instinctively dashed to the side. Altho the little lion was quick and nimble, the paw was by far much faster. The lion felt a searing pain in his ankles as he was stopped midair and face planted onto the ground. An audible crack was heard as the lions feet were stomped flat. The paw esed its pressure and dragged up the blissful lions legs, there the wolf pressed down and slowly grinded his giant hot paw into the lion's legs.
For the tiny lion it felt like his legs were on fire, charred down to the bone. As the wolf mercilessly continued to grind his destroyed limbs into the dirt. The paw rose from the half destroyed lion and was swapped out for a clawed hand descending onto the weak lion. The claws grab ahold of the lion piercing his skin and flesh, ascending him to the wolf's devilishly grinning maw. His lips start to dance mesmerizingly as a deep rumbling yet lovingly melodical voice pours from the wolf's muzzle:
"Quite the delicate little creature I've obtained. You would have served nicely as a pet. It's a pity that you've been oh so horribly soiled with blood. Altho you do happen to look rather.. "Downable.." "
The lion was stunned by the wolf's powerful yet sweet tune. The wolf again parts his lips as a light pink tongue extends towards the broken lion, leaving trails of saliva on the wolf's lips. The spoon shaped tongue engulfs the lion easely, coating him in a thin layer of saliva. The wolf loosens his grip letting the lion slide of his claws and onto the tongue. Within an instant the wolf rolls his head back letting the micro slide into his mouth. Proceeding to swirl around the lion with his tongue, occasionally nibbling at the crushed stumps that once were legs filling his mouth with fresh blood.
Until one sharply directed bite aimed at the lions midriff severing the pelvis from the rest of the body. The wolf roll the severed pelvis into his molars and slowly begins to loudly crush it to tiny bits of bone and viscera. Continuing to roll the lion around his tongue slowly untangling the small intestines of the lion. Like a gory noodle the lion tangles around the merciless wolf's tongue until he pushes the suffering lion up to the front of the maws and out just enough to grip the little creature with his claws impaling the lion's ribcage. The wolf then proceeds to suck the innards out of the lion's legless torso, ripping them from their rightful place.
Holding the faintly alive lion in front of the wolf's loudly chewing maws, letting the lion ponder about if this was what he wanted. To be used and abused endlessly, the wolf then flung him to the ground and raised his paw above the battered, bloody lion. Demanding in his deep mellody: "Lick". And the lion knew at that moment that yet again he wanted this, as he struggled with one last push to please his beloved enemy. And as the wolf grew impatient, lowering his paw until the pad met the lion, and without remorse stepped down on the lion smearing him to the bottom of the as the wolf continued his stride thru the woods.