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Howling Snow(bell)

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

The life of a radish farmer wasn't that bad, particularly compared to the potato farmers on the far side of the plains, or worse, the carrot farmers up in the hills. Snowbell the skunk had lived all her life in the little village, and had been content as a girl could be with her simple life. There were no problems, no worries, no outside issues that concerned her, her twin, her younger siblings, or her parents enough to be part of conversation. They simply worked, and lived, and were happy.

That ended on the day that the raccoon moved in on the edge of the village, and brought with him a pack of wolves that lived and served under his command. They were feral, their minds controlled by him, and they were a menace upon the village. They did not raid, but they did walk through the village in intimidating fashion, always snapping and snarling at those that got in their way, and sometimes pinning down a woman or even a man to rend their clothing from them at the wizard's orders.

That, unfortunately, was only the start. Three weeks after the wizard arrived, the raccoon seized Snowbell from her radish field, and when she woke up, her life had turned upside down. Literally, upside-down.

The skunk groaned as she woke up, swaying back and forth at the end of a chain. Her tail was painfully clamped at the end, the only support she had as she hung six feet over the stone floor. She whimpered, biting her lips as she felt like her tail had popped out of where it belonged sometime while she was unconscious. But that was not the worst thing.

Beneath her, swirling in slow patterns, was the pack. The wizard's wolves moved in slow, sinuous motions against each other, unnatural and wrong as the wolves growled and snapped among each other. They seemed to move almost like water and oil, their shapes constantly rubbing against each other but never getting absorbed.

"Ah, you're finally awake."

She looked up, and winced instantly, soft sobs pinned in her throat as her tail felt like it was being wrenched out by the sudden motion. Snowbell swallowed it down, looking past her tears.

The raccoon stood at the far end of the room, standing atop a floating platform seemingly of his own design. It shimmered with some sort of magical force as it hovered over to her, the raccoon stroking her cheek.

"Yes, I can tell you're in pain. It's all part of the process, honey. I need you to be just about as desperate as possible for them to hunt you. They get more aroused when they hunt down their bitches."

"Please, I'm not...I don't want...What are you doing?"

"Oh, dear. You're a talker. I was hoping that someone younger wouldn't be quite so chatty as the adults."

"Please, I just want - Mmmph!"

A gesture over her mouth sealed it, her lips glued together with some strange sap as the raccoon floated a little higher. He was out of sight, but she could feel his fingers working into her thighs. He forced her legs apart when she tried to close them, the thirteen-year-old skunk whimpering as his fingers made their way down to the space between her legs.

"Hmm, yes, you've already bled. I can tell that much. Good, good, that'll make a potential pregnancy a little more possible. Not easy, but more possible."

Pregnancy? She shivered, the word as good as a death threat in the little farming village. A family couldn't offer much with their daughters, and hers less than most. Taking away one of her few valuable assets would render her...well...useless. She would have less value than any of her siblings, less to offer, less to gain her family.

She swung desperately, only to scream into her gag as her tailbone ground against her spine, sending agonizing pain through her entire body. It was beyond speech, beyond anything that could describe it as her spine felt like it had turned into a bolt of lightning.

"Yes, I wouldn't move much right now. I still need to get this right. That potion...Where did I - oh, yes."

Snowbell could barely see, but she saw the raccoon use one foot to lift a potion vial up to his hand. Smooth glass pressed against her sex, nudging it open a little ways, before it was upended into her.

"NNNNGH! MMMMMMPH!"

She screamed again, her eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of her head as she threw herself around. The pain in her tail, her spine, everywhere else didn't mean anything compared to the fluid that had been poured inside of her sex. It was worse than fire, worse than blades, worse than anything she could imagine as it burned all the way down, and left her feeling melted where it touched.

The raccoon's fingers followed the liquid in, rubbing along her inner walls, stretching her out with his fist as he pushed it down to her womb. Her opening was like clay, impossibly flexible to his hands but hurting her as much as if it were normal. She screamed and screamed and screamed some more against her gag, some of the wolves backing away and shaking their heads, others batting at their ears with their paws.

It went on as he pulled his hand back and shoved another vial, still clenched in his fist, all the way down to her womb. It burned hotter than ever at the entrance, pouring over her, into her as he forced even that hole open. She could feel it changing, molded by him as he whispered spells above her.

Can't...no...impossible...

Words couldn't even come together in her head as she screamed, yelped, and cried at the impossible sensation inside of her. He was pulling at her guts, yet she wasn't dying. He yanked her around, changed the way that things were put together inside of her, and she was still awake. The nightmare didn't end, even as he was pulling his hand back, doing something inside of her that pinched her inner walls back together, restoring some tightness, but nothing else.

Tears ran down her face as she hung there, her tail feeling broken, her body wracked with agony. She couldn't stop even when she felt him pressing and pushing on her slit, doing something to it that she didn't even understand.

"You were close enough already," he said, as if from far away. "But if I can improve how you look here to them, then perhaps your breeding will be a little easier. It's a rough imitation, I admit, but it's a dog cunt. It's not that hard to imitate in appearance."

Snowbell didn't say anything. Not because of the gag, but because she could barely focus on breathing. Her body...her...her insides...everything felt like it had been scraped over a fire pit and then stuffed back in. She didn't know how she was conscious, how she was still alive, but she didn't want it anymore. She just wanted to die.

The chain on her tail suddenly went slack, and she fell. Hard. The ground was hard enough that she swore something cracked in her head, and she couldn't see anything but red as she tried to lift her head.

"Alright, boys. Have at her."

The poor skunk had no chance to get away. The second she turned her head, the wolves were on her. One hit her from behind, barreling into her and knocking her off of her feet. Another pulled her by the neck, grabbing her and dragging her along to the middle of the group, biting hard enough to leave her bleeding. The gag in her mouth kept her from screaming, but it kept her from biting her tongue, too. Even that old tale of killing yourself that way was locked off from her.

The wolves moved in so many wrong ways, pulling her around and dragging her about like a toy, always knowing just how to throw her around so that she'd get the most pain. She hit the ground, the wall, even low-hanging chains, each blow battering her head. She was caught in the teeth of other wolves, bitten, left bleeding from her wrists, her legs, her tail, her neck. One even caught her by the muzzle, biting down threateningly, almost like it would crack that off of her if she fought back.

That one held her as one of the wolves, one of the bigger ones, finally stepped up behind her. She couldn't look back, but she understood the sniffing going on between her legs. She pissed herself in fear, and the wolf snarled at that.

It didn't stop the male from lunging up and grabbing, her, though. His claws dug into her belly as he hugged her against him, his cock slapping against her thighs twice before he lowered himself that little bit more and slid inside.

Somehow, it didn't hurt. Not like the hands in her had, not like the potion. It didn't feel good, didn't feel nearly good, but it wasn't as bad as that horror had been. Snowbell whimpered into the muzzle of the wolf that held her pinned, and closed her eyes as she was raped, fucked, bred by the pointed cock of the wolf behind her.

She was rocked back and forth by the brutal, fast humps of the beast, her muzzle getting scraped up and ripped apart along the top and bottom by the fangs. She wasn't sure how long she could live through this. Bleeding, broken, she was already woozy, falling apart.

As the wolf kept fucking her, his claws raking red lines across her stomach and hips, she could feel darkness closing in. His knot was slapping against her fake pussy, and he couldn't be far from finishing. She could barely breathe, each breath carrying the rancid taste of old meat in the wolf's mouth, her body aching, burning all over.

The knot popped in, finally, her body given what it was meant to receive. Blood loss meant that she only felt the heat of the spray inside of her, nothing more, even as the knot tugged on her sex and tried to pull itself out.

Let me die...let me die...

The darkness had almost closed in when there was a chant from above. Some spell. Some new torture?

Yes. It hit her, and she healed.

All the pain that she'd suffered was lifted, taking away the protection against anything new. Her eyes went wide, and she screamed anew as her muzzle was broken by the wolf biting her.

"Ah ah. No falling asleep now. We have so much research to get through."

The End