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#16 of Vore Stories

This tale follows the misadventure of a certain bunny who enjoys skimping out of his responsibilities and raising his tail for any1ne with a hard dick~ And with how arrogant this lupine is, it should come as no surprise that when he traverses a forest he 1nce thought safe, he might yet find more than he can swallow~

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WARNING! Contains: Male (Wolves) on Male (Rabbit) Non-Consensual Anal and Oral Sex (Multiple Partners), Size Difference, Cum Inflation, Oral Vore (Soft), Asphyxiation, Suggested Digestion, and is not safe for minors!


~Lupine Lunch~

Written By Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (Wolves) on Male (Rabbit) Non-Consensual Anal and Oral Sex (Multiple Partners), Size Difference, Cum Inflation, Oral Vore (Soft), Asphyxiation, Suggested Digestion, and is not safe for minors!]

Opening my eyes to the endless blue sky shifting with clouds so fluffy one might mistake them for a collection of my sibling's tails, I gaze through the towering treetops as I recline upon a mossy long, breathing deep the petrichor smell of the forest air surrounding me and smile as I release a contended sigh.

My feet are sore from traveling for days on end through the endless woods, so I couldn't resist laying here to take a load off under the canopy, for the small open space was practically calling out for a lazy bunny~ Vathwald forest is by far the largest on this side of the world, the biggest in the entire Vathmauroux region, that's for sure, and it doesn't matter how many times I trek through these woodlands, I always seem to find myself amazed by the scope of it. And as usual, I have once more travelled a different route than the suggested trails.

While there are a plethora of roads to travel, one's that are broad enough to house two carriages at once, I have never had much love for them. Not just for the fact that the last time I traversed such a path I was beaten and mugged by brigands, but my heart has always resided here in the forest, and I'll take any chance I can to enjoy the many comforts mother nature offers so freely. And besides, it's not like my brother expects me back at the end of the week. I mean, sure, he may be pissy when I return a few days behind his ridiculously strict schedule, and no matter how much he will complain once I do finally arrive home, he and my sister _must_expect it at this point. Afterall, I've never kept to his crazy timeline in all of my travels~

I breath in deeply once more, taking in the rich, earthy air before sitting up and pluck off the few leaves that fell onto my brown trousers before dusting the moss and bark from the back of my tunic. Urg, looks like this damn thing became stained! I try to rub the red mark out of the beige material of my tunic with some spit, but only accomplish in making it worse. I found a thicket of berries before plonking myself against this long, and I guess I wasn't very careful when eating them, but how could I have ignored a whole cluster of vibrant cranberries, succulent gooseberries and mouth-watering blackcurrants!? Lynden's going to kill me for ruining yet another tunic. Urg... So long as she doesn't force me to do our combined laundry for an entire week, I think I can handle anything her sharp tongue can dish out. She may be witty, but unlike my brother, Lynden is at least fair in her punishment.

I smile to myself as I think about my brother and sister back at our shop. We took over pa's shop "Warren Wares" when he died three years back, and despite being very young when he passed, my siblings have really been my saving grace through it all. Sure, pa and ma made certain we all learnt the craft from a young age, I can honestly still feel the blisters on my paws from carrying box after box into the store for him, but I guess all those years of free labour paid off, because we leant along the way. Well, my siblings more than me, but still!

Our shop is situated near the centre of town, and seeing as Vathstead is the largest city this side of the region, we get loads of business! Honestly, we've been living a pretty good life for the last few years. Kâlyn always tells me how lucky I have it, for "You know not of the struggles we faced before your birth.", I chuckle as I mimic his nasally voice in my head. Despite him complaining about nearly everything that I do, I guess I have been taking our comfortable life for granted, but that's not to say that I wouldn't have been just as happy living out here in the forest, perhaps as a farmer even? I love the woods, and as much as Lynden screams whenever she sees a spider, I know that with enough time, she _too_would become accustomed to a simpler life.

I smile at the silly possibilities of being a carrot farmer and how different life would be if we weren't living our lives out as merchants. Kâlyn is pretty much the first face beastfolk see when they enter our store, and he likes to think himself the boss. He runs the shop, sells the goods, fills in our ledgers and keeps everything, as he would put it, "Nice and organised". Urg... What a control freak! Meanwhile, Lynden is mostly in charge of anything crafted. She sews the clothing we sell, weaves baskets for a wide variety of things, and in recent days, she's been dabbling in jewellery. Kâlyn doesn't think it will work because we need to corroborate with the blacksmith, who is a bit steep on his prices, but her trinkets have become noticed all across town! So I don't have any doubt she will do well. Kâlyn just needs to calm down, grab a beer and jerk off. All that bottled up stress isn't good for any of us.

And as for me, I guess I fit somewhere between them when it comes to our workload. Despite my smaller frame, I've been forced into doing most of the manual labour, having to assist both my siblings with their projects and responsibilities, and when Lynden and I can actually_convince Kâlyn to take a day off, I run the front store. I don't mind interacting with beastfolk, honestly, I love it! I'm great with beastpeople after all! But what I _don't like about the position is swindling them out of their coin. I just wish being a merchant didn't come with all that haggling, I'd be much more comfortable if it was.

And the reason for me venturing out into the forest so often isn't some excuse to evade my never-ending responsibilities, for I made that mistake only once... Who would have thought that Kâlyn would be so tenacious as to hire a sellsword to hunt me down!? Not me, that's for sure! But after being literally dragged out of the forest and through the streets of Vathstead by a hunking panther, I won't soon be retreating into the forest without a reason again. I mean... Getting beastmanhandled by a big, strong, brutish male like that panther who captured me might be a very good reason to flee to the woods, as I did secretly enjoy him treating me as if we were devolved beastmen and he was taking me home to breed like some dirty animal~ But instead of being dragging back to his bedchamber and that sexy meow having his way with me, the muscle-bound feline instead threw me at the feet of my bother as if I were some runaway slave! And enduring that dragon like gleam Kâlyn gives me when he is disappointed is even worse than suffering the similar look of frustration that look pa used to give when I used to skimp out on my work!

So no thank you. Instead of suffering my brother's wrath, I'll rather take up every job he wants that involves me going out of town to either trade with other shops, set up business agreements, or simply delivering messages. And that's the very reason I'm even out here in Vathwald right now. I am to secure our cooperation with yet another of the villages bordering the city, something about selling their farm goods, I think? I'm not certain what it is this time, for when Kâlyn waffles on about "How I'm meant to present myself", I kinda just zone out. I mean, cummon! I'm the most charismatic out of the three of us~ I can handle some backwater villager selling onions for a living. So long as he doesn't stink like a rotten turnip field that is... It will be hard to explaining to my brother why I couldn't secure the deal, again... I make a mental note not to scrunch my nose up at this next villager's odour.

Smiling to myself as I pack the bundle of berries I collected back into my satchel, then check to make sure that all of my belongings are accounted for in my bag one last time, I stand up straight, dust off my trousers and stretch my arms above my head with a tired groan. I feel a bit sleepy after lying here for so long, but I need to get a move on or I won't cover enough ground today. Looking out to the forest grounds, I nod to myself and restart my journey with a happy hop in my step.

The Vathwald forest consist of mostly deodar cedar trees and sycamore maples, making the landscape a heavy cluster of towering trunks and leafy green leaves. And I don't just mean "Towering" because I'm a four-and-a-half-foot rabbit, the trees of Vathwald are supposedly taller than the ones in other regions. Here in Vathmauroux, our lands are much more vibrant, abundant in it harvests, and filled with far more colours than any of the other regions! Our crops bear more food, our game is tastier, and the ore from our mines stronger. I'm not sure if it's because we are set between many mountains, or if this forest really is enchanted as foreigners suggest, but Vathwald is always filled with the smell of flowers, the scent of berries, and the everlasting sunshine, even in winter!

Vathmauroux is a great region to stay in, and I couldn't be happier to have been born here~ The temperature is neither too warm, nor too frigid, the mountain air is always fresh, and beastfolk here are the friendliest you may ever meet! Yet more things for me to add to the many blessings I have~ And while I may be gifted with an abundance of things most beastfolk lack in their lives, things I often take for granted, I still find myself missing out on something I've never been able to find... Not to say that I don't enjoy the meet ups I have at the Sulking Skunk, but there are only so many times that you can bend over a crate in a dirty alley of the dingiest bar in town and be railed before you find yourself wanting more.

I mean... I'm a pretty good-looking fella, I could probably find someone if I went looking in the right place. I have a silky-smooth cedar brown coat covering most of my body that shines just as vibrantly as the day I was born, and soft cream coloured fur that runs from my muzzle all the way down to my groin, between my ass cheeks, and covers my forearms and calves. My unique pattern really makes me stand out amidst the many other bunnies that live in Vathstead. I also have soft lime green eyes that have helped me get out of trouble more times than I can count~ Eyes that pa tells me were a gift from grandpa. And according to ma, I have a voice fit enough to sing even the most burdened of beasts to sleep~

And yet... Despite my dashingly good looks, I still can't seem to find anything more than drunkards who want me to suck them off, then leave once they've planted their seed in my belly... But I guess that also might be my fault, if you go looking in dirty bars for the love of your life, what else do you expect to find other than working beastmen who haven't bathed for days on end who are only interested in face fucking you as if you were an object? I just... I wish there was something more... Maybe I wouldn't come out into the forest so much if I had a male to pin me down, screw my brains out properly, and not leave afterwards?

Eëlyn: "Heh, I wonder if Kâlyn would help me find a boyfriend if he knew that would make stay in the city more often~?" I laugh to myself at the prospect, my soft voice bouncing off the thick trunks and between the beams of light streaming in through the bushy branches above.

Eëlyn: "Bunny's gotta dream, right~?" Monologuing to myself, I begin to hum a tune under my breath as I continue my trek. I may not be the buffest guy around, not by a long shot, but I've done a lot of walking, so I have the stamina to make up for my lack of muscle, and considering this section of the forest is without grass, consisting more of crunchy fallen brown leaves, dark earth and tangled roots, even this uneven terrain doesn't slow down my journey.

I walk for a long time whilst lost in my own thoughts, idly singing songs and eating berries from my satchel, or stopping for a wizz and inspecting the bushes I piss on, but before I can make it much further through the woods, I hear the sound of water. My ears perk atop my head and hone onto the rush of a stream nearby, and after trudging through a couple of bushes, and sliding down a few banks, I break from the forest and onto the riverbank of Vathrym. The river is unmistakable as soon as it comes into view, for its breadth and crystal-clear waters are unlike any other waters we have here. The soft sand adorning the open space has me smiling as I look around with my paws on my hips.

The river Vathrym is hundreds of metres wide, and I'm not even sure how deep, but much of our fish come from these waters. The forest I'm perched upon sits at the top of a bank that is only about ten feet from the ground, and is easy enough for me to slide down before coming to a thumping halt on the brown sands below. The riverbank dividing the forest behind me from the waters ahead spans out about thirty metres, littered with only a few grey rocks or rogue bushes trying to live a life of segregation from the bountiful forest. Heh, rebel bushes~ And finally, upon the eastern side of this broad river rests yet another forest, this one void of a raised bank dividing it from the sand. Despite there being nothing particularly telling about this part of the forest, there are small things I'm able to pick out so that I can differentiate areas.

Looking around, my ears flop on my head as I observe my surroundings. To my left, the river runs upstream for as far as the eyes can see, I could probably meet up with our beastfishermen if I were to follow it all the way up to the mountains. And to my right, there are a few metres where the riverbank carries on straight before curving around the land, marking the first of many turns this river will take downstream. Despite never having been here before, I immediately know where I am, not only through memory of the map of Vathmauroux I've studied for hours on end, but beastfolk in town have spoken about this particular area more than any other section of our forest. Heh, the poor fuckers back in town claim to have seen wolves out this way, and unless they are talking about the ones drinking in the same bars as them, I doubt there is any truth to their tall tales.

Talk of "Feral wolves killing off our game and desecrating our forest!" has been one of the most controversial topics floating around Vathstead for years now. I think it was... Last year? Either way, it was some time ago that the city watch grew worried enough about these rumours to actually form search parties and scoped out the woods for these wild beasts, but nothing came of hunt. No tail, not prints, not even the supposed "Destruction" these wolves had caused. Vathwald is as placid as forests come. There are no predators living in these woods, and anyone that says otherwise is just as crazy as that old husky running around town with his loincloth tied to his head that talks about "A wolf so big it could swallow a beastman whole!". I chuckle as I stretched my arms overhead and twist my body side to side as I consider my options.

Despite taking my time traversing the forest today, and having gone far off the path that my brother wanted me to take, I've made good headway, I could probably take a dip and enjoy the sun for a while before walking a bit further and setting up camp. Heck! I could probably camp along the river's edge if I really wanted~ I've always enjoyed naps by the river, so sleeping here would probably be great! With a smirk on my lips and a swish of my hips, I walk a little further in before setting my bags down and start to strip faster than I do when faced with a handsome guy holding his hard cock in expectation, revealing my soft fur to the late afternoon sun shimmering across Vathrym.

While squealing like I did the first time I was even impaled on a canine's knot, I make an overly flamboyant jog to the water, and after running in deep enough so that I can dive in, I submerge myself fully. With puffed out cheeks that release a kittish giggle, I break through the surface. I smile giddily while wadding around for a moment before reclining so I can stare up at the summer sky with a toothily grin. I always feel just like a little kit whenever I swim~ I don't get many chances to, but when I do, it brings back merry memories of when my brother wasn't such a stick in the mud and used to take me and Lynden out to the lake on the other end of Vathstead. We'd spend the whole day there, playing games and eating the lunches ma would pack for us, just having fun till the sun sets. Heh. Those were really good times...

Exposing my soft belly to the bright sun, I feel the warm daylight upon my sheath as I continue to float in the cold water, steadying myself in the gentle flow of Vathrym as I draw in all the sensations. The contrast of the warm sky embracing me and the cooler waters soaking my fur is a nice one. Almost like that feeling you get when taking a shot of moonshine. It's both cold and warm simultaneously. I close my eyes and swish my legs and arms to keep myself above the surface and just allow this moment to take me while I relive the memories of when I was a kit and how much fun those years were filled with.

I spend maybe an hour swimming, floating and just wadding around before finally leaving the comforting embrace of the water, and after laying out my trousers and tunic as a makeshift blanket on the sand, I decided to take in the final rays of sunlight and procrastinated a little longer. Heh, it's nice to just be naked out in nature without having to worry about anyone chastising me for it. No Kâlyn to berate me for having no dignity, no Lynden to scream in horror at seeing her brother's butt fluff, and no damn town watch to catch me with my pants around my ankles while some guy fills my guts with his seed~

I've often considered finding my own place for this very reason, I could always be naked then, and no one would give me grief for having to see my nutsack! But in all honesty, I'd miss my siblings far too much if I were to move out. Not that living above our store is bad, our apartment is actually pretty great! We have all the space we could ask for, so much so that we each have a hobby room and a bedroom all to ourselves! And while I'm privileged with so much space, all I've really done with my hobby room is fill it with the junk I've accumulated over the years from different villages, trinkets from the shops around town, and overfill it with the many plants I've brought in from these woods.

As I am thinking about this one day that I tried to sneak a guy into my room and got caught by Lynden, who promptly distracted Kâlyn and told me to get out before he noticed, I hear a rustling somewhere behind me. It's loud enough to have me raise into a sitting position and peer over my shoulder, and despite how unperturbed I feel as I glance lazily towards the forest, what I catch sight of lingering in the treeline all but has me leap from my fur.

Eëlyn: "N-no freaking way..." No more than fifteen metres from me, and beset by the towering trees shadowing them, are two feral wolves... One has a dark grey coat while the other has more of a more brownish one. They are just standing at the edge of the woods, with their eyes dead set on me...

I'm on my feet before I even realise it, my entire body tense and my heart racing in my chest so fast that I can feel it in my throat! As my whiskers twitch on my cheeks so fast that it feels as if they are trying to abandon me, I become caught in this motionless stare off with the wolves, each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. My mind races with a thousand thoughts, "Those stories were true!?", "Why didn't the town watch find these wolves during their search!?" and "That wolf has a pretty plump sheath...".

Side eying my bags that are only five feet from me, my ears twitch as I try to recall how far behind me the river is. If I can bend down, grab my stuff, and bolt off to the water fast enough, I should be safe, right? Wolves can't swim... I-I think. Shit... They're supposedly pretty fast too, aren't they? I've not heard much about feral wolves, other than how ferocious they can be, but the few lupine beastmen I've met throughout my life have usually bolstered about how fast they are. Well, the ones that fucked me normally did so as if they were feral animals rutting me, so that should say something... Right?

I gulp spit down my dry throat as my heart continues to pound in my ears. My eyes refuse to leave the wolves as I watch them for any sign of movement, my body practically twitching in anticipation of the moment they leap from the bank, but they are just stood there, watching me from the treeline with eyes that gleam in the last slivers of sunlight. Shit... I need to move! The longer I stand here, the darker it will get, and I'm not sure how far down the river I'll have to swim before they give up the chase...

Taking another steady breath, which I let out as slow as possible, I weight my options carefully. Calculating distance, risk factor, and what I need to do if I'm caught, but before I'm even able to properly understand my own body's own movement's, I find myself shooting to the ground, hastily grabbing at my bags, and turning to kick off my clothing before my paws can even grasp the straps of my sacks properly! I don't turn to see, but I can hear that at the very same moment that I move, so too do the wolves pounce from the woods! The sound of their paws hitting the soil only urges speed to my feet and drive my movements as every muscle in my body propels me forward!

My mind cries out at me with the utmost of urgencies when growls leave the fang filled maws of the wolves. My blood freezes at such a threatening noise, but at the same time, is injected with haste, for every muscle in my body reacts as if I were some prey kin driven by instinct to survive! Thought and sight become blurred as the need to live drives me, and before I even realise what's happened, I've lost my bags and am bursting forth from the surface of the river!

Gasping lungfuls of air that burn my chest as if I'm swallowing actual fire, my eyes set straight upon the duo of wolves who are thankfully at the water's edge and not diving in after me. Their fangs are bared, heads lowered, hackles raised, and are growling right beside my bags, one of which seems to have a huge hole in it, the contents of which are strewn across the riverbank. Shit, did they rip it from my paws before I made it to the river's edge?

I blink, my brain taking a moment to catch up with my memories as I recall each step I took before meeting the water. I remember how I had to abandon my sacks when something grabbed them, and how I scraped my knee in the process of diving into shallow water, kicking off the sand, and swimming in deeper. I find myself breathing out a sigh of relief and my heart finally stops raging like a war drum in my chest as I see them refuse to cross the threshold. The wolves cease their growling too upon realising I'm not leaving the river, and while the one with grey fur keeps his keen eyes upon me in case I make a move, the other one starts rummaging through my torn bag, going straight for my rations.

Shit... I... I can't go back for my stuff... Looking to my right, I see the long stretch that would eventually take me back to town, but understand that not only could I never swim that far without needing a break, but surmise that these wolves would probably follow me all the way. Casting my gaze to the left, I contemplate my second option. The other section of the river should run through bends and uneven ground as it winds down the mountainside. Not only would the wolves have a difficult time following me that way, but there should be a bridge a litter further downstream that connects to one of the main roads. I'd probably be able to find help there. Well, so long as no one thinks I'm some kinky bunny looking to get freaky by running around naked in the middle of nowhere. Beastfolk might flee, thinking I'm some weirdo, but a more trodden path like that should also scare off the wolves, right?

Making up my mind, I swim downstream, aided by the flow of the water and with confidence in my safety. I cast weary glances over my shoulder ever other second to make sure the wolves aren't following me, and as I turn down the first bend, I lose sight of the wolves...

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I'm not sure how long I swam down the river for, but I eventually became too tired to continue, and with no other choice but to breach the shore or risk drowning, I had crawled myself along the stone littered bank and promptly collapsed onto my back. Panting, with a heart racing just as fast as it did when I had first seen those wolves, I look up at the full moon rising in the star speckled sky and try to steady my ragged breaths.

Flopping my head in either direction, I'm relieved to find that I've lost those wolves for good, but the only bad thing that came with it is that I can't say I'm familiar with this section of the forest. First of all, where there should be sand, the riverbank here instead consists of dark grey pebbles, ones that jab into my back like the knuckles of a sadistic lover. A majority of which are smooth and worn by time, but further inland, they turn as rugged as the land itself.

I'm laid within a nook that is bordered by raised, grey rock walls, maybe two metres high at most, they divide me from the bend in the river on my left. On my right is an open space leading further alongside the river before raising into more of these large, jagged stone banks. Craning my head to look behind me, I find the same raised rock walls and the forest beyond them, and after following them with my eyes to the far right, I find they level out a bit further in. I can see a passable entrance into the woods not that far from here, but I need a moment to catch my breath before deciding anything.

After maybe fifteen minutes or so of recovering where I just lay on my back beneath the starlit sky and breathe heavily, I finally have enough energy to get to my shaky legs and start cautiously walking along the uneven river's edge. My feet pads hurting with each step I take upon the rueful peddles, but once I finally reach the forests edge, I hesitate to enter.

Standing at the threshold to the woods, and looking to the far right of it, I can't make out anything back the way I came as it's a twisting mess of forest, river, rugged rock, and uneven landscape, and to my left is much of the same. I seem to have washed ashore at one of the few levelled areas, but what has me cautious about delving back into the woods is not the unfamiliarity of this part of the forest, but those wolves who chased me into Vathrym. I'd rather stick to the river's edge in case they reappear, but the path downstream is impassable. There are too many uneven rocks that would take too long to climb between. I really have no other choice but to either rest for a bit and brace the river itself, or continue my trek through the woods without waiting, which seems safer.

Looking over my shoulder, I bite my lip as I observe the river gently trickling by. I can't even consider swimming to the other side in hopes of safer passage on the eastern shore, for its edged with just_as uneven rock as this side, and has nowhere I could climb up. Shit... Should I have swam to the other end of the lake when I still had the chance? Heading into the woods before me feels... Wrong. Every bone in my body is begging me to turn around and take my chances with the water, but even if I had my supplies, I _know I won't last swimming through Vathrym...

Eëlyn: "Fuck..." I resign frustratedly under my breath as I take my first shaky step into the woods, my feet finding relief as the pebbles transition into lush grass. However, my body is tense as I wrap my arms around myself for warmth, and raise my ears to listen for any signs of danger.

The forest here isn't as thick as the section I had traversed before being forced into the river, there is at least five metres of space between each tree, and only a few areas with thick foliage, most of which consist of leafy bushes and feathery ferns, which is good I suppose, because it means that nothing can sneak up on me unless it's lying in wait. I can also see pretty far into the woods with the aid of the moonlight, which is another plus, for it reveals that the forest spans out in either direction and has no end in sight, littered only with a few slopes and dips in the uneven terrain this part of Vathwald holds.

Eëlyn: "Alright, I can do this." I encourage myself as I look to the left. Further ahead of me, there are rock formations bordering the river's edge, some of which have gaps between them, and about a three metre drop into the water. If anything does pop up from any of these bushes or starts running at me from the distance, all I have to do is hop over the rocks and make an aquatic escape.

Feeling a bit more confident in my still very uncertain situation, I nod while trying to reassure myself and start walking right at the edge of the forest, keeping to the moonlit woods on my right and the quiet river to my left. Judging from the angle of the full moon, I doubt it's more than an hour after sunset at this point, which means I can keep going for a good while longer before I need to worry about what I'm going to do for shelter. Even if I had my bedroll, there is no way I can risk sleeping out in the open. I wonder if I could find a cave out here? There are many uneven parts in the terrain, perhaps I could burrow into the ground against one of these mounds, maybe cover myself with some branches or something? No no... The wolves would sniff me out...

Shit... How the heck did I get into this situation?? I never once believed those crazy stories about ferals running rampant through the woods, otherwise I would have thought to bring a knife or something! I mean... Lynden got me a dagger from the smith she's in cahoots with after I was mugged on the main road, but I've never been too comfortable with violence, and always thought I'd be more likely to injure myself with that damn blade, but right now, I'd give anything just to have that surety with me. Though... I guess it wouldn't matter now, seeing as I lost all my equipment to the wolves...

Looking over my shoulder, my ears give idle twitches as they strain for any sound indicating that I'm not alone, but all I can hear is the gentle trickle of the river, the irritating song of crickets that makes it harder to focus, the occasional hoot of an owl that almost feels like a bad omen, and the calm blowing of the wind through the branches high above. How the fuck did I get myself into this situation!? Kâlyn would be giving me the biggest"I told you so!" face right now if he were here, and for once, I don't think I'd oppose him with a snarky line. This was seriously the last situation I thought I'd find myself in...

I thank all the stars above the night isn't too cold, otherwise my still damp fur would make this bad situation even worse. Regardless, I still rub my arms with both paws to warm up as I continue to walk. Aside from wishing I had my loincloth for some form of warmth, I find I'm getting a little hungry. The last thing I had were a few pawfuls of berries, and those were hardly filling. I salivate as I recall the tase of the delicious pies Lynden packed for me, ones that are without a doubt in the bellies of those damn wolves right now!

Gritting my teeth, I ignore the growl of my belly and breath in deep, focusing instead on the sound of my feet gently rustling through the short grass with each step and do my best to keep my focus upon my objectives. I need to get to that bridge and onto the main road, the sooner I do that, and the sooner I'll get to safety. If I'm lucky, I can hitch a ride back to Vathstead. I can't wait to be back home and warming my feet by our hearth~ Sure, Kâlyn will berate me for like an hour straight about how stupid I was to leave the path he laid out for me, but Lynden will at least prepare me something to warm my bones and eventually tell Kâlyn to lay off. I smile to myself at the image of being wrapped up in a blanket and my sister's arms while I sit on pa's old chair in front of the hearth with Kâlyn scowling at my side, explaining to me just how much coin I lost.

Eëlyn: "Heh, I love you too brother..." I whisper under my breath as I set my sights upon the distance. The trek ahead causes me worry, for the stone walls raise from the ground and force me into the forest properly, and as much as I consider climbing the rocks and hopping along them, I'm still too tired to risk slowing my walk even more. I feel walled in with the jagged stone to my left and the open woods on my right, but I could probably scale these walls if need be.

I walk for maybe twenty minutes longer with shaky legs, jittery breathes, an anxious knot in my chest, and no end in sight. The night seeming to fall even more silent around me and the walls dividing me from the river grow taller with each step I take, but amidst my rising concerns and thoughts about possibly turning back and taking my chances with the water, my nose picks up on something sweet permeating from deeper within the forest, and with much conflict between trepidation and hunger, my stomach wins out and I hesitantly follow the scent a little deeper into the woods. I walk for maybe ten minutes longer, treading as silently as I can, and I have to break through a cluster of bushes to reach it, but when I do, the source of the smell makes itself known.

Eëlyn: "Ah!" I gasp in rejoice, perhaps a little louder than I mean to, as I find blackberry bushes growing beside an old apple tree in the middle of a small clearing! I can barely stop myself from running across the glade, snatching the lowest hanging fruit I can reach, and digging my teeth in! Despite being a little over ripe, the flavours of the red apple are plentiful , and I hum in delight~ Devouring the first one comes far faster than I realise, and once I snatch up a second, less squishy apple, I take slower bites while hastily snapping a few branches from one of the blackberry bushes before sitting against the trunk of the tree and munching on them.

All at once, I find myself to be one content bunny~ With a full belly, paws stained by the berries, and my sore foot pads given a moment of reprieve, I sigh out and close my eyes, my mind drifting to that one time my siblings and I found a cluster of pomegranates during one of our swimming sessions. Hehe~ We became such a sticky mess while eating them, but the river washed us clean before we returned home. Those... Those were such good... Times...

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Slowly fluttering, my heavy eyelids open to a weird sound. My brain is foggy and it's taking me much struggle to open them, but as my blurry sights come into focus, and my clouded thoughts clearing along with them, the noise that woke me becomes more recognisable. It's the sound of sniffing, and I find myself giggling as something starts to tickle the pads of my one foot with each sniff, but that kittish joy is quickly stolen from me as I realise where I am. My voice dies in my throat and my whole body stiffens as I look down.

Wolves... There are fucking wolves surrounding me! I can see at least six of them, and right now, the largest, a wolf with scarlet red fur, is sniffing my foot! I jump to my feet without thinking twice about it, reeling in horror from the beast and press my back to the apple tree as I scream at the top of my lungs! My actions cause the red wolf to jump back and regroup with his pack, that look of curiosity he wore on his face while investigating me is replaced with a ferocious snarl as he and the accompanying wolve all lower their heads to the ground, hackles raise up, and lips pull back while they growl viciously!

My heart pounds in my chest faster than it ever has in my entire life! And as it gets lodged deeper in my throat with each beat, my eyes bulge so wide that I fear they are about to pop from my skull! I'm immediately hyperventilating, feeling as if I'm about to throw up while I look left and right for how I can escape, but it's as I'm doing this that the wolves fan out, sensing my desire to flee and corner me, leaving no room to run! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!!!

Of the six wolves surrounding me, there are two that are noticeably bigger than the rest. The remaining four, ones that I would consider normal sized for ferals, are a mix of grey, brown, white, and cream coated wolves, nothing really stands out about them other than their fangs and gleaming eyes filled with bloodlust.

The two bigger wolves are noticeably distinguishable, by not just their larger size, but the colour of their fur almost makes it like comparing purebreds to mongrel street dogs. The largest wolf appears to be a red mountain wolf with shining amber eyes, he is least two metres long from snout to haunches, and nothing short of five and a half feet tall! He has a mix of russet red fur covering the top half of his body, and an ivory coat running from his chin, all the way under him to the end of his tail. His thick fur is puffed up and making him look even more imposing than he already is, but it's his fangs that have my heart skipping a beat. His jowls are trembling and dripping with drool as if anticipating the strike. Yet, despite how daunting this wolf's appearance is, and his sheer enormity, I have a strange feeling that this isn't the leader of the pack. Not that he isn't big enough to put any of these other wolves in their place, but something about his demeanour has me see him as more of a right paw kinda guy. A Beta perhaps?

To his left is the second largest of the pack, a timber wolf. He has a chestnut brown undercoat, with cream and black fur littering it, and much like his companion, these colours lighten from his chin and travel along his underside. He's only a little bit bigger than the rest of the pack, but it's still noticeable enough for me to see the difference. He's maybe a hundred and forty centimetres tall, with a body length in the ranges of six feet! Based on his size alone, and how he keeps side eying the large red wolf, as if looking for a command, I'm going to assume him to be the Omega. From what I can tell through the gleam in his eyes, they appear to be a dark brown, but much like the rest of the pack surrounding me, his eyes shine like flames in the night, glinting in the moonlight and locked onto me with clear intent to kill.

The two monsters, alongside with the rest of their packmates, have completely surrounded me, and right now, with my back to the tree, I'm hyperventilating so hard that it feels as if I'm about to pass out! My brain races with fear and my body twitches as if trying to encourage me to actually do something other than just stand here trembling, but even as the Beta takes a step forward, growling out even louder than before, as if threatening me not to move, all I manage to do is loose a high-pitched whine that sounds akin to a whistle. And while my legs continue to tremble as if I were a newborn feral calf, I'm thankful for the tree behind me, for without it, I would have already crumpled to the ground.

As the Beta takes another step forward, his eyes practically asserting his dominance over me, the most desperate of needs for survival washes over me from the deepest reaches of my bones. A prey like instinct that is so ingrained into my subconscious that I feel as if I have reverted to my feral form. My brain is unfocused as a thousand ideas wash though my thoughts, my body is simultaneously hot with how fast my heart races, but cold and covered in sweat. My skin prickles as if a thousand needles are piercing me, urging me to do something, but I am frozen, petrified under his harrowing approach.

I try to recall anything I might have heard about surviving a feral wolf attack, about what you're meant to do when faced with a predator, and I even consider if I could scale this tree fast enough. It's as I'm trapped in my own mind, secured behind fang like bars that make me feel as if my neck is already caught between the teeth of this ferocious predator that stands even taller than me, when one of the most stupid of thoughts comes to light.

There was this one guy that used to frequent Warren Ware's years ago when ma and pa were still alive. The guy in question was a monitor lizard and made his living as a hunter. He'd come to the store every second Sunday for one of ma's pies and would normally stay to regale her with tales of his past. While I think he might have had the hots for ma, he thankfully never made any move, instead only scoffed down her pie and made googly eyes when she wasn't paying attention. And with ma so enamoured with his farfetched stories, she didn't seem to notice his advances either, but there was a particular tale that she loved to retell us, more so when he stopped coming around.

This guy, I think his name was Granz?r? Anyway, this hunter told ma that before coming to the Vathmauroux region for an easier life of hunting game, he had travelled far around the world and faced off against many beasts, but his most fabled of tales, and perhaps one of the most farfetched, was one where he claimed to subdue a mountain lion by singing to it. I guffawed when ma first retold the story, and she promptly scowled at me, rightfully so, but how could I believe "Singing" could ever soothe a feral animal into a sense of calm? And either determined to prove it was possible, or that she was just so enthralled by the idea, ma found a tome in the town library that explained how music can indeed appeal to wild animals, something that modern hunters have incorporated into their bag of tricks. Though, this is normally in the form of humming as opposed to playing a lute as if to try serenade the beast.

This persistent thought won't leave me, and I scream at my mind in frustration for coming up with such an idiotic idea in my most dire of needs! But watching the red wolf approach with no intent on smelling me like he did before, the sight has me continue to draw blanks on ways out of this, and when the distance between us halves, I cringe inward as I place blind faith in my stupid brain, vowing to curse it for whatever short time I have left should this not work.

Through a deep gulp that rattles my entire being, where I try to wet my parched throat with saliva, I release a shaky hum, one that comes out very scratchy at first, and despite the wolf still not stopping its approach, I don't relent with the plan. I hum a little more forcefully while clenching my paws at my side in an effort to stop myself from fleeing. Putting everything I can into humming one of the most calming tunes I can muster.

At first, I find myself feeling like the biggest fool on the plant. Here I am, humming to a murderous animal, that is about to rip out my throat, just as casually as I would hum if I were frolicking out in the woods, dressed in a silken tunic and collecting flowers for my beloved, but I do not relent, even when nothing but a metre separates us, and much to my surprise, I watch as the hackles on the Beta's neck start to flatten, his approach pauses before he halts completely. The wolf raises his head from its lowered position and instantly tilts it to the side, regarding me with a curious look I would find cute if not from the drool still dripping from his black lips. My voice falters too, something that immediately reignites the growl in the red wolf's snarl. I'm quick to resume my hum, even louder than before, slightly startling the Beta, but once more, I watch in a hesitant relief as he regards me curiously while I hum like a madbeastman.

I am far too committed to stop now, and even as the scarlet wolf sits on his haunches, seemingly encouraging his packmates to quiet their growls, I dare not stop. My voice stops shaking enough to sound out clearer, and amidst my bewilderment, I silently thank my brain for such an ingenious idea! I also apologise to ma for never believing her even after showing me that damn book. Who knew such information would one day save my life!?

I become emboldened enough to loose my first words, and singing in the lowest register I can muster, I slowly serenade the wolves who have all moved to sit down and watch me as if I were a beautiful minstrel in some fancy court. I start to sing louder as I see all their hackles lay completely flat. Serenading a pack of wild animals is perhaps one of the most bizarre experiences of my life, but at the same time, it feels strangely freeing to have such control of the situation, or at least, to no longer be at their mercy.

The Omega and the Beta seem to be the most enamoured by my singing, both of which are sitting and watching like lovestruck fans, all but smiling as their tails wag, eyes unwavering. Meanwhile, only one other wolf seems interested, for the other members of the pack have wondered off, losing interest before I even reached the chorus, some of which are now sniffing the bushes I came from or have wondered behind me in what I hope is only them securing the perimeter. The remaining wolf has a shaggy grey and white coat, watching me with lazy, yet curious yellow eyes, a glint in them immediately has me recall this one grizzly bear who watched me singing when I got a bit _too_drunk at the Sulking Skunk one night and took to the table. It's the kind of look you often find on kits faces when you tell them about the outside world, except, this wolf seems almost sleepy, or maybe slow, rather than filled with only wonder.

My song soon comes to an end, and despite my heart still tentatively left on edge, my breath has become a lot more stable, and I swiftly move into another of the many songs in my repertoire, even going so far as to smile as I ease off the tree to correct my posture so that I can sing properly. Ma used to say I had the loveliest head voice she's ever heard, but I still needed to do a lot of work on my chest voice. She had studied music in her younger years before marrying pa, so I trusted her judgement, but she was always a bit finicky and wanted everything to be perfect, something my brother definitely got from her, but no one else really complained about my singing so I never put much effort into it, and it seems that even these wolves don't intend to critique my technique.

I move into another song once the second ends, and as I do, I start worrying what my next move should be. Will I be stuck here, singing forever? Perhaps they will eventually become bored and move on after enough songs? What did that hunter claim to do when he sedated that mountain lion again? He killed it, right? Can't say that's an option for me even if I had a weapon...

It's as I'm worrying about what my options are, the red wolf gets to his feet and casually strolls up to me as if he's about to congratulate me on such a stellar performance. My voice hitches, but his approach isn't violent like before, and I hope it's just as curious as the look in his eyes still is, so I continue my song even as he stands right in front of me.

The Beta is quite literally a whole foot taller than me, and when he lowers his snout to sniff my one ear, my voice truly _does_faulter, and I release a sharp note. My ears pulling back involuntarily as I imagine him biting them, my song coming out broken as his big wet nose moves to instead press into my headfur. I try to force my voice out, terrified of what he might do to me should I stop singing, but my throat has become so tight that I can't even muster a hum anymore! I just stand motionless, frozen as the large wolf sniffs around my head as if I were some type of flower, going so far as to stick his wet nose inside my ear and give a lick! I jolt at the sensation, but luckily the wolf doesn't get a fright, instead, he takes a step back and lowers his head, bringing us face to face. I immediately imagine him lunging for me with how close he gets, sinking his fangs into my neck and breaking it in a single, powerful bite! But as I remain frozen in place, looking at my terrified expression reflected in the Beta's amber eyes, he moves instead to sniff my neck and then casually trails his nose down it, sniffing across my chest.

My whole body feels cold with terror, worse than it felt that one time Lynden threw ice water over my crotch in some poor attempt to, as she said, "Cool your libido down!". The red wolf sniffs me as if I were smelling salts he was considering adding to his bathwater. Nudging his nose between my chest and left arm, he encourages me to raise it so that he can sniff my pit. I oblige without pause, thanking the stars above that I'm not particularly ticklish, especially considering that he spends a long while in the thicker fur of my armpit, inhaling the source of most of my stench. This goes on long enough for it to actually become ticklish and I have to mentally control the knee jerk reaction of accidently pulling my arm down and elbowing his face.

While this situation feels very dangerous, a situation where I feel that if I step just one toe out of the bounds this strong wolf has set up for me, he won't hesitate to rip me apart. I find a semblance of courage in how relaxed he is, and with one arm still in the air, I raise my other paw towards his neck. He doesn't flinch when my trembling fingertips find his scarlet fur, and not even when I move to gently stroke back and forth, but he does finally remove his snout from my armpit to regard me with that same curious look in his eyes.

Eëlyn: "Th-there th-there... I-it's a-alr-right..." I try to ease the wolf with a sweet voice, speaking to him like I would a dog that's not used to receiving attention, and much to my surprise, I watch as his tail comes to life! I remain transfixed, unable to believe that I'm standing here, naked in a forest, beneath an apple tree on a moonlit night, petting a hundred and seventeen-kilogram wolf as if it were just another Monday evening for me!

Looking at the red wolf's face as his tail continues to wag happily, I find myself becoming a little entrapped by his features. They are clearly masculine in the most wolven of ways, reminding me waaay to much of this one wolf I used to hook up with back home. The Beta has got really thick fur, thicker than any beastman I've ever touched, and has surprisingly very expressive features, his eyebrows practically telling me his every thought. I continue to pet him, becoming a little more emboldened and dig my fingers in a bit more forcefully, and when he opens his mouth to allow his tongue loll out the side of his maw, in what I assume is delight from my touch, I do get a fright, but the dorky look adorning this killers face is surprisingly cute. Enough in fact to draw a smile to my face. Though, I can't say the same about his breath being cute. Gods... The Beta has a deadly case of "Dog breath".

As I'm petting the red wolf, feeling more and more comfortable with each stroke, I get a fright as a secondary wolf gets to his feet and approaches me. It's the Omega, and he seems curious about what's going on. The timber wolf approaches and nudges my left shoulder, looking to me as if asking me to explain what I'm doing. The red wolf gives him a warning look through his peripherals, almost like a greedy dog that wants all the attention for himself, but doesn't issue a growl. So with a little more confidence, but still moving cautiously, I slowly raise my paw and press it to the Omega's neck, gently easing him into the sensation of being petted. Something he falls into much quicker than the Beta did, for the timber wolf starts to push into my paw as I touch him, unable to get enough of my touch.

As my focus shifts to the other wolf, the Beta seems to have had enough, for he abruptly stands up and moves around my side and starts sniffing my back. I disregard him as I continue to pet the Omega. The timber wolf's overly excited demeanour reminds me of the feral dog I often find roaming the streets of Vathstead, he too can't seem to get enough attention, so much so that he goes door to door for chin scritches. However, the red wolf sniffing my back draws my attention when he lowers his snout from my shoulders and trails it along my spine before coming to a pause right above my tail. The sensation of his wet nose prodding my lower back has me jolt forward, but my movements don't stop the Beta from persisting, seemingly trying to inhale my fluffy tail with each nudge. And while I'm able to abide to his curiosity for a moment, when I feel his snout venturing even lower, I can't handle it and take a step away from both of them, raising my paws and shaking my head apologetically.

Eëlyn: "H-hey, you're getting a little too close there, big f-fella. Despite our precarious position, you're going to need to buy me a d-drink before I allow your snout down there~" My joke obviously goes over his head, for they both regard me with uncomprehending eyes for a second, but are quick to return to my side. The timber wolf seeks out my paw for more of my petting, while the Beta intendeds to sniff my butt as if I were one of his packmates, but I don't allow him, for I step away again, shaking my paws once more. However, this defiance ears me a growl from the large red wolf, one that has me stiffen like a bord and remain perfectly still upon seeing those white fangs of his bared.

Both wolves approach me for a third time, the timber wolf with more of an amiable and playful approach as he presses his head into my left paw, one I raise and use to pet him without a second thought, but the red wolf approaches with a very threatening strut, his eyes baring into me like an abusive lover's might, and without pause, indifferently shoves his entire snout beneath my tail! I wince, clenching my jaw tight as I feel his wet nose part my butt cheeks, sniffing around my most sensitive of regions in a way that sends goosebumps across my body and has a shameful twitch tingle in my sheath.

I stand motionless, allowing the Beta to sniff me as if he were greeting me like all dogs do, while trying to pay attention to how I'm stroking the Omega, but I jolt when I feel a long wet object press between my cheeks and brush over my anal ring! unable to stop myself from flinching at the sudden sensation of what I now realise was the Red wolf's tongue, I jump away, an action the Beta doesn't appreciate one bit. A fierce snarl appears on his face, and before I can even comprehend what's going on, the Beta lunges for me!

I am knocked to the grass faster than I can blink, and when my eyes do open again, I find myself muzzle to muzzle with the deadly eyes of the red wolf! His lips are pulled back threateningly as his putrid breath brushes through my facefur while his amber gaze burns into me like literal fire! A high-pitched whine escapes my lips as he growls while lowering his face so close to mine that the sides of our snouts press are together. My body acts as if under command of the Beta's will and is pushed aside without resistance, revealing my neck to him as if I were asking to be killed. Something I am eternally grateful he doesn't do, for seeing my submission pleases the larger male.

The Beta's growl dies in his throat, but he doesn't move from his domineering stance over me, instead, as I lay here like freshly caught prey he intends to take full advantage of, the red wolf moves to sniff my neck and gives it an idle lick before tracing his wet nose over my chest, sniffing his way down my abdomen, and freely explores my body as if he owns it. And with how he's currently pinning me, I suppose that couldn't be more true. So long as he isn't sinking his fangs into my flesh, I need to abide his curiosity. That last growl he issued was a warming, and it couldn't be clearer. "Disobey me and die".

The red wolf's black nose tickles as it brushes through my fur, and each time he licks me, I have this horrible vision that he's tasting me before taking a bite, but thankfully the Beta doesn't seem to have intentions of hurting me. He just sniffs around, tail wagging happily as he moves his nose all the way across my abdomen before coming to a stop right above of my sheath. Here he takes a deep inhale before licking the sensitive hole of my sheath, something that causes an involuntary moan to escape my lips, but I dare not oppose, and luckily for me, the red wolf only gives a couple more licks before his nose sinks past my sheath, over balls, and beyond my taint. The Beta pushes my legs aside with a single nudge of his snout, his intentions clear and I do not refute this time.

The feeling of his warm breath washing over my tailhole, combined with the previous sensation he awoke in me by licking my opening, has me trying my best to stop my sheath from pluming up in arousal. No fucking way in heck am I allowing myself to get hard while being explored by a wolf! I might have a high sex drive, and perhaps have a thing for being dominated, but I won't stoop so low as to become aroused because of a feral animal!

However, my excitement doesn't go unnoticed by the Beta, for after a few deep whiffs of my butt, he returns to my sheath, nudges it with his big nose before sniffing and giving it a few more licks, almost as if to entice my dick from within. Something I have no hope of preventing with his incessance, for my pink dick shamefully peeks through my cream-coloured sheath and the red wolf wastes no time in licking it. I cry out in delight at such a forbidden sensation as I thrash my head side to side. Not only does my dick rarely get any attention, seeing as I am usually the one giving the attention, but having a feral, wild animal doing this to me is just... It's flipping switches in me I never even knew I had!

As my four-inch dick quickly protrudes from my soon pulsing sheath, the Beta laps at it as if licking a lollipop and cleans all the precum coating my dick with a few skilled movements of his clearly experienced tongue. I can immediately tell he's perfected his technique by licking his own cock many times over. A few globs squirt from my head, and he wastes no time in lapping them up either, all the while, I'm do my best to both supress my moans, and control my thrashing, but the sensation of being pleasured by a feral is such a conflicting sensation that it feels as if I might just nut if he goes on much longer!

Luckily, the Beta withdraws his long pink tongue from my sheath, relieving me from that torturous, yet simultaneously erotic experience. He licks the remnants of my precum from his lips, and before I'm able to properly catch my breath and wrap my brain around the fact that I was almost forced to cum by a wild animal licking my dick, the red wolf lowers his head to my side and nudges my ribs with his snout, seemingly trying to roll me over as he does it multiple times. I find myself obeying before the understanding of what he wants properly registers in my mind. I move to stand up, getting to my paws and knees before pushing into a kneeling position, but before I can even raise my leg and stand up properly, the Beta growls, promptly stalling any further movements. The snarl dies in his throat, seemingly happy with my obedience, and while I'm confused about what is going on, his next actions help me understand his intentions.

Seeing that I'm not about to move any time soon, the Beta leaves my side and comes to stand in front of me, then, with little fanfare, he practically climbs over me, only coming to a stop once I come face to face with his plump sheath! I am forced to hunch over as my head is presses into his body, but the implications of what he wants me to do are not lost on me. However, I still jolt when I feel the wolf twist his head to nudge my back, all but telling me to get on with it.

I gulp as I sit hunched under the huge wolf, my entire body shaking as I look at the large ivory sheath throbbing in front of me. Not only does it house the cock of a wild animal, but never before have I seen a sheath as fat as this wolf's! My throat is dry, and my brain feels as if it's turned into soup, and I remain completely frozen while staring at the pink opening of his sheath, thinking about just how different his smell is from that of a beastman's, wondering how the scent might translate into taste. My lack of compliance is something the Beta doesn't appreciate, for a warning growl escapes his lips and I realise I have no choice but to obey, no matter how conflicted my feelings are.

With shivering lips, I turn my head to the side, hunch my back lower and crane my neck up while moving my snout closer to the bulging sheath before planting a quick and reluctant kiss on the furless part of his package, a motion that finally kills the growl in the red wolf's throat. I pull back with precum on my lips, and without meaning to, lick it out of instinct. It's salty... And much to my surprise, it doesn't seem to taste any different from a beastman's precum, yet, despite the similarities, I still feel my stomach roiling at having tasted the dick juices of a wild animal. I'm not allowed a moment of reprieve however, for the Beta growls again, demanding I reciprocate the attention he showed my dick.

Clenching my eyes shut and forcing myself forward once more, I plant another kiss on his sheath, and despite my obedience, his snarl doesn't relent, more than likely telling me to do a better job. I am forced to extend my tongue and start licking the pink entrance, prodding it with my quivering tongue and tasting the musk contained within. The red wolf's growl dies down with this, and as I crouch here, licking the inside of the plump sheath of a wild animal, I find myself flabbergasted at the position I've been forced into. I'm on my knees in the middle of the forest, with my face pressed up against the sheath of a feral wolf, slowly enticing his tapered tip from his flesh as if he were one of my lovers, something that doesn't take long with my continued attention.

Much like his scarlet red fur, the tip of the Beta's penis is just as vivid as his coat, pointed with the iconic "V" shape found in all canine dicks, the head of the Beta's penis is dripping wet with copious amounts of sticky precum, and even as I pull my head back to get a better look at his dick, it continues to emerge in tandem with his heartbeat. I feel him move behind me, more than likely to see why I've stopped, and I jolt before quickly returning to my job, having no choice but to lick his cock or face his wrath.

With the last of my hesitation falling from me, I use my expertise to appease this wolf, and hopefully avoid his fangs around my neck. Leaning closer, I waste no time in wrapping my tongue as far around the spongey flesh of his penis as I can, curling it around his head and feeling every budging vein beneath right before pulling my face back, using my tongue to make one long wanking motion, and once I reach the tip, I draw my tongue back into my mouth and get the full flavour of his essence. The sticky liquid connecting my lips to his sheath in long strands is saltier than what I'm used to, almost spicily so, and as shamefully as it is to admit to myself, amazingly tasty.

I go back before he can growl, using my tongue to both jerk him off and tease the underside of it with flickering licks. I soon find myself drinking down the never-ending stream of precum leaking from his tip. I've sucked off guys that gush like this before, but the sheer amount squirting from this wolf's dick is ridiculous! As his cock continues to extend from fat his sheath, I use my experience to his advantage, bringing the Beta pleasure in a way that only a sentient being can, and it's not long before my chin is thoroughly drenched with the spicy scent of his juices.

As he continues to grow, I soon find myself having to move out from beneath his bulk to make way for his dick to extend completely, lest I risk becoming impaled upon it, and as his wolfhood comes into full view, my jaw drops as if inviting him to fuck my throat.

Pulsating beside me is the largest penis I have ever seen in my life! And considering I've sucked off more guys than I can count at this point, I think that says a lot! Eleven inches of pure red, tapper wolf cock drips strands of viscous precum to the grass, twitching with need to feel my lips once more upon it. My jaw is slack at the sight of such an enormous tool, for it's at least six and a half centimetres wide and a little broader at the base where his deflated knot sits! Knowing what happens before a canine orgasms, I don't even want to imagine just how large his knot must swell! Maybe a whole four inches? It's called a bitch breaker for a reason, after all...

My deviation draws another snarl from the Beta, and I am once more forced to plant kisses across his angrily pulsing cock. The red wolf may smell like a dirty mutt that's never had a bath in its life, and spent most of it either bathed in blood or mounting bitches, but being exposed to his cock like this is... My head is spinning with the pheromones of his musk, something that even my anthropomorphic brain can't seem to handle.

My paws act on their own, and driven by a lust fuelled haze, his scent entices in me. I move to caress his ballsack that fill more than both of my cupped paws can handle. Each testicle is easily as large as a kiwi, maybe even the size of a small orange, and far heavier than I ever thought balls could be! He seems appreciative of my attention to his nutsack, for the red wolf humps into my face as I caress him, pressing his dick along the side of my snout and covering my fur in his precum.

I become lost in the motions, my brin caught between obeying his orders and actually becoming hypnotised by the smell of his arousal, sometimes even forgetting that I'm pleasuring a wild animal. I'm not sure when it exactly happened, but I went from hating this, to _really_getting into the idea of pleasuring such a virile male. It's reminding me of this dirty otter I met at the Sulking Skunk one night.

I could literally smell him from two metres away, and he was incessant about me sucking him off. I told him if he took a bath that I wouldn't have a problem draining his testicles. I mean, I'm a bit of a cock slut, but that otter's smell was just too strong to handle! When I left later that night, having refused his advances the whole time, he followed me home and cornered me in an alley before forcing himself upon me. At first, I fought, hated every second I was unwilling made to inhale his stink while he raped my throat, but after a while, I just... I fell into the motions... Becoming almost drunk off of his odour. This is what it feels like right now. I've become drunk on the Beta's pheromones, and I think I would obey even without him forcing me anymore.

What finally draws me from my haze is a cold nose that presses into my lower back and starts nudging me. With one paw wrapped around the Beta's rock-hard cock, I continue to gentle wank him off while chancing a look over my shoulder to see what's going on. It's the Omega. He's nudging my tail and seemingly trying to get his head under it before looking up to me with an expectant, and almost sad face. The implications of what he wants are obvious, and while I don't move to obey him, his incessant nudging doesn't relent.

Soon the Omega is whining and whimpering, literally laying down on the grass with his snout between my feet as he tries to slip his nose under my tail, and after about two minutes of this, it seems to become annoying to the Beta, for he growls in warning, and while I initially thought it's meant to put the timber wolf in his place, I soon realise it's directed at me, for I'm surprised to find the red wolf step away from me, he starts nudging my ass while growling, and much to my reluctance, I raise to my shaky paws and expose myself to him.

The Omega is like a kit on his birthday, for he jumps to his feet and dives in straight away, all but barking out his appreciation for the Beta's help. And while I'm left here on my paws and knees, cringing as the timber wolf sniffs around where no wild animal should ever be allowed to, I watch as the Beta climbs over me until his cock is dangling right in front of my muzzle, implicitly indicating that I should continue.

I want to pull away, to run and flee these two ferals abusing me in no way I thought animals were capable of, but I am trapped. Trapped between a pulsating cock demanding I pleasure it and the snout of a wolf who is now giving idle licks over my tailhole. I cringe, feeling tears form in my eyes as every cell in my body that screams for me to obey so that I can live, feels utterly humiliated to be placed in such a shamefully position. My hesitance doesn't go unnoticed by the Beta, for he issues a growl, this one much more exasperated than the others, and I have no choice but to continue.

However, even as I move to lick and kiss his pulsing shaft as I did before, the red wolf's growling doesn't relent, a clear sign he wants me to do more. So using my paws to wank his deflated knot and massage his weightily balls, I try to increase the contact and bring him more pleasure, but he continues to growl. I remove my paws and press them back into the grass, feeling at a loss for what he could possibly want.

It's as I continue to fail to understand what he desires, that the Beta decides to take matters into his own paws by raising his front legs to mount my back, however, the motion of which causes me to slip and slam my face right into the grass! Luckily for me, the red wolf realises he's too heavy for me to handle and moves to instead press his front legs on either side of my hips. As I raise back to my arms, I gauge that the red wolf must weigh at least two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds, and with him trying to mount me, it's clear what he wants me to do.

With shaky lips, fingers gripping grass between my clenched fists, and my breath hitching so heavily that it feels as if there's a rock lodged in my throat, I part my lips while tilting my head to the side and move forward. I slide the first few centimetres of his cock into my mouth without much effort and wrap my lips around his warmth, and despite the implications from him trying to mount me, I could not have predicted what the red wolf would do next.

Driven by what can only be instinct from having his dick surrounded by a warm hole, the Beta humps forward, spearing his cock straight down my throat so quickly that I have no time to try reject it! My oesophagus bulges as he lodges his enormity inside of my oesophagus and I immediately start choking! Pulling back to try get away from him, I thank my lucky stars that I do, for the wolf humps again, trying to fuck his dick even deeper into my depths! However, moving away was by far the worst move I could make, for an even more infuriated growl escapes his lips, one that denotes just how tired of my continued disobedience he is becoming.

I'm a shaky mess. My arms are shivering like twigs in a gale, and my whole body is vibrating so viciously that it feels as if my body is trying to shake off every strand of fur. With this anxious feeling overwhelming me, the sense of having no control is only made worse by the incessant licking of my tailhole. The Omega has been going to town on my ass while I was distracted by the Beta's cock, my entire backdoor is dripping wet, and I can feel his tongue is now trying to pierce my anal ring, something I'm keeping clenched as tight as possible to prevent any further humiliation.

However, the demanding growl of the Beta draws me back to the dick in front of my face, calling for my attention. I clench my jaw, fighting every instinct I have in me to jump and run. I know I won't make it far. I either obey this wolf or wind up between his jaws. And considering I've willingly dropped my pants for any male who pays attention to me, you'd think sucking off a domineering wolf would be easy, but this is by far the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I force my lips to part and once more wrap them around the dripping head of the Beta's spongey penis.

Knowing exactly what's coming, I'm able to brace for impact, but nothing could prepare me for the skull fucking the red wolf intends to give me. With a dick wider than any I've ever swallowed, the Beta rams my face hard and fast, showing no mercy from the start! I become a choking mess right off the bat, dripping spit and precum from my bubbling lips as his huge balls swing with each angry trust he makes, slapping my neck as he buries his nearly foot long cock deep inside my warm flesh! No amount of gaging, bracing myself with my paws on his thighs, or even clenching my throat can prevent the red wolf from abusing my oesophagus. He shoves his entire length all the way into my neck, barely pulls half of it out, before violently fucking it back in!

All I can taste is the salty musk of his precum coating my insides, all I can see is his ivory furred stomach flashing across my vision, and all I can smell is the heavy scent of a dominant male who is having his way with me. All these sensations slowly start overtaking me, and somewhere between chocking on his cock and enjoying the weight slapping against my neck with each thrust, I accept my role as a hole for him to fill.

My gullet loosens and allows the Beta unrestricted access, somehow becoming accustomed to his larger than normal size, but this has an adverse effect, for as soon as I feel my throat relax, so too does my anal ring, a moment that the Omega doesn't waste! His tongue quickly slides past my ass hole as if he were starved for my taste and immediately wriggles his long and flexible tongue into my depths, leaving no inch of my rectum safe from his prodding!

I moan, falling prey to the sensations assaulting me and can no longer resist the pheromones swirling in my mind. My head washes over in lust and I willingly spread my legs further apart and welcome the timber wolf's tongue to go even deeper. With his nose pressed under my tail and his wet chin against my taint, the Omega sinks his tongue all the way into my rectum, delving as deep as he can and lapping at my fleshy walls! I moan around the Beta's dick, only seeming to cause his humps to increase in speed from the vibrations.

A soft growl forms in his throat as his pace picks up and I understand these sounds to be of pleasure and not irritation for me. Almost as if he knows he has me right where he wants me, and that even if he were to pull away right now, I'd come crawling back to suck his cock. I'm rock hard and currently have snot, precum and spit painting my face, it drips from my chin and is being pushed out my nostrils with each thrust the Beta makes into me. I soon realise that if these wolves continue to rail me like this, I'm going to blow my load, because the combined feeling of them double teaming me is overwhelmingly hot!

However, I'm not allowed to enjoy this moment for long, for the Omega's tongue leaves my depths far too soon, and I immediately feel some movements happening behind me, but whatever he was trying to do seems to fail, for the timber wolf barks twice in displeasure. I'm uncertain of what he's complaining about, but he nudges my butt again and I start to think that he might want to mount me, but with the red wolf in the way, there is no way for him to.

As he continues to bark out his frustration, it seems to annoy the Beta, for all at once, the red wolf lunges forward mid-thrust, and drags me along right before crashing into the timber wolf! Luckily, the red wolf's cock pulls free from my mouth in the motion of me being thrown aside, and as I get onto my paws and knees to look over at them, I find the two wolves fighting! They move in a flurry of snapping fangs, raised hackles, splayed ears, twisting bodies, and the most vicious growls I have ever heard!

The sight of these ferals fighting like true animals is so scary that it sends a chill down my spine and has my tailhole clench shut. And while I should probably be considering fleeing while they are engaging one another, I am trapped in the sight of them rolling around, snapping their fangs, and growling like monsters.

It's over almost as quickly as it started, for the Beta throws the timber Omega to the ground and dominantly presses his snout into the neck of the timber wolf with a ferocious growl that clearly threatens the smaller male's life. Whining in what I can only understand is an apology, and after maybe a full minute where I think the red wolf might actually kill the Omega, the Beta dismounts the timber wolf and struts right up to me with intention, nudging me into position as if nothing happened.

I dare not disobey after such a violent display, and despite raising my head and preparing myself for the face fucking that will no doubt be even more angry than before, the red wolf moves around me and mounts my back instead! With his large paws landing on my shoulders, I am sent crashing to the ground by the red wolf! And with my body unable to accommodate his size, I soon find myself with my chest pressed into the grass, my ass raised in the air, and the wolf's large paws flanking my face.

I try to protest, understanding that he seeks to claim my other hole for himself as some sign of dominance over not just me, but the wolf who sought to mount me, but the snarl the red wolf looses before I can even try to cry out in defiance has me believe the Beta anticipated my disapproval, for he leans down and growls right in my face, demanding my compliance, all but telling me that I have absolutely no say in the matter, that he will take me or he will hurt me and take me all the same. I stiffen, my blood freezing as his hot breath washes over my neck, his spit smudges over my face and runs down my cheek as he threatens to put me in place just like he did the Omega.

My mind goes blank, my life practically flashes before my me as all I can see are his amber eyes and white teeth consuming my sight, my mind conjuring up images of the wolf's fangs sinking into my flesh and my blood painting the grass and his muzzle right before he fucks my corpse, it all but cause me to become catatonic. Seeing my obedience, the red wolf practically smirks as he eases himself back, and after pressing his forepaws onto either of my shoulders, he gets a grip on me before bringing his hips closer to my exposed tailhole.

I just lay here, motionless and not even capable of processing my emotions properly. Is this what true fear feels like? I thought I experienced fear when I was mugged by those highwaymen earlier this year. The brigands had sprung out of nowhere and were upon me before I realised what was going on.

The larger male had a dagger pressed to my throat as his corpulent gut filling out my back while his thinner accomplice tore through my pockets and ripped my belongings from me. I didn't protest then either, I just froze and allowed them to do whatever they wanted, but that experience was nothing like this. This feeling I have in my chest right now, it's so visceral, so primal, it both makes everything me file more in the moment than I have ever been, and at the same time, has me feel less connected. It's as if I were trapped in the recesses of my own mind and watching everything play out.

As I am caught in this awkward position with my chest in the prickly grass and my ass in the air, staring out at the wolves who had gathered to watch the Beta fight the Omega, and are now watch him claim his prize, I am jolted from my stupor as a sharp pain shoots from my anal ring all the way up my spine and to the very tips of my ears!

My entire body spasms, stiffens and then jolts as a wave of pins and needles wash over my entirety and forces a squeal of pain from my lips! In one practiced motion, the Beta impales my ass hole with precision befitting a breeding stud! I've seen feral dogs fuck, and they normally miss their mark the first few humps, jabbing their cocks above and under their mate before hitting it more out of luck than aim, but not this wolf. The Beta impales me perfectly, and only pauses briefly so that his paws can get a better grip on my shoulders, before he once more lunges forward and buries even more of his enormous, hot cock in my depths!

Eëlyn: "Ow, ow, OW! S-stop! Please!" I cry out in agony, the searing pain of being speared so ruthlessly with not just so little preparation, but by such an absolutely thick cock has a sharp pain wrack through me in a way that it feels as if this wolf is busy splitting me in two! But my pleas mean nothing to the Beta, for he jams another few inches into me without remorse, impaling me on his pulsating cock, burying his bone in me as if I were a bitch for him to breed!

The tapered tip of the Beta's cock may be designed for making insertion easier, and his slippery cock is more than lubed enough for the job, but my anal ring strains under the sheer width of his enormity. I've taken a horse beastman's cock before, and that was by far the longest dick I've had, and I've also taken a few canine knots in my lifetime, sure, but _never_before have I taken anyone with a shaft this thick! My sphincter strains under the absolute girth, feeling as if someone is shoving their arm up my ass! But the wolf shows no signs of stopping till he is balls deep, even when I feel his cock reach a blockage in me.

The Beta growls, clearly displeased that I cannot take his length properly. The paws on my shoulders slide down my back and latch onto my hips right before he bears down, thrusting his hips forward while simultaneously pulling me back, the red wolf snarls angrily as he incessantly tries to break past the tighter opening of my intestines!

My mouth opens to cry out as pain reawakens in me with an even sharper burn than before, yet no sound escapes my lungs. I feel every vessel, every inch of tissue, every vein inside of my rectum stretching, ripping and widening around his cock without any hope to oppose his insertion, and as the larger male begins to open the entrance to my intestines through brute force, the pain I feel only increases in intensity! Soon I am blinded by tears and unable to release more than squeaks as I feel my body being broken to accommodate his gigantic cock!

Whatever integrity my rectum may have held is being stretched abnormally wide, and even if I were able to clench and try to resist his insertion, there is no way to fight against the Beta's determination to hilt himself to his balls. And as if all the threads holding the shape of my insides together snap all at once, the red wolf's body lunges forward, and in just as fluid a motion as he had impaled his first few inches into my tailhole, the remainder of the red wolf's enormous dick is thrust completely into me in one merciless thrust!

Eëlyn: " AAAHHH!!!" My voice finally comes out as he spears his foot long penis into my depths! My tone coming out in a sound that has me not even recognising myself. Not just my pitch, or the pure agony echoing in my voice, but the tone itself doesn't sound like my own. I am assaulted with such an unbelievable, unmeasurable amount of pain that my body tries to crawl away on its own, but with how quickly the Beta impaled me, he lost his grip on my hips and his weight came crashing down on my shoulders. So as I try to crawl away from him, flailing and screaming like an injured animal under his harsh weight, the red wolf leans down, snarling right in my face and reminding me of my place, but it's not enough this time, for the hurt radiating through me is too intense to handle, it literally feels as if my insides have been torn apart! I am blinded by tears, snot runs down my face, and I'm spitting from my mouth with each scream as the pain is _physically_making me dizzy. I'm in so much agony that I feel as if I'm either about to pass out or throw up!

Eëlyn: "!!!" But the red wolf is having none of my disobedience, for in one fell motion that relays all of his annoyance for my continued defiance, he lunges forward and wraps his jaws all the way around my neck and bites down! My voice immediately cuts off as the entire world stops. My life flashes before my eyes when I feel his teeth piercing my flesh and am left in this moment where I'm waiting for his head to twist, break my neck, and end my life, yet... It doesn't come. Instead, time only seems to return to normal when the large male draws his hips back, sliding a few inches of his massive cock out of my depths before ramming them back in violently!

Inhaling sharply through my nose, more out of instinct through the pain that assaults me with his violent thrust than by will, I'm seeing stars and feel as if I might have already died and just not realise it yet. However, as I feel his next thrust pounding the entirety of his throbbing foot long cock into my rectum, I understand that I'm still very much alive.

As unbelievable as it is to admit to myself as I feel the Beta withdrawing inch after inch before spearing them back into me mercilessly, coating more of my insides in his viscous precum I once willingly swallowed, the shock of the red wolf latching on to my neck has somehow dulled the pain radiating through my abdomen, almost as if he has forced my body into complete submission through his bite. I'm not sure if it's the ache of his fangs digging into my flesh that has my mind reeling in fear and drawing my attention to this new threat, but somehow, the pain of his penis drilling through my intestines isn't burning as painfully as before.

The red wolf continues to wrathfully ram into me, pulling out ten centimetres before pounding them back in without a care for how much more his fangs dig into my skin with each powerful thrust! These combined feelings of being hurt so profoundly, and dominated so utterly, have installed complete obedience in me, for no matter how much the pain in my abdomen hurts, no matter how much my heart thumps in my chest in fear for my life, no matter how much ache his teeth cause to my neck, I don't dare to move, to scream, or even blink. I lay perfectly still, feeling his thick cock rearranging my organs as it slips more and more of my intestines over his engorged girth, each consecutive thrust causing more of my guts to fold and wrap around his shaft as the Beta delves even deeper into my depths, spearing places no dick has even reached!

Seeing my unquestioning obedience, the red wolf finally releases my neck from his powerful grasp, I gasp at the sensation of his teeth leaving my tender flesh, and immediately feel as blood starts to ooze from my wounds, but the sensation of it leaking down my neck and over my face means nothing to me, for even without his jaws locked around my neck, my mind is still trapped in that state of submission. My thoughts are blank, and it feels as if I am trapped in the very moment where it felt as if my soul left my body. Fear imprinted so deeply into me it's as if my mind has been erased. All my thoughts replaced by terror.

Meanwhile, as I lay beneath him in a near catatonic state, the red wolf moves to grab me by my shoulders again, bearing his weight down as he uses my narrow form as an anchor so that he's able to withdraw more of his thick cock before shoving it impossibly deep! My body rocks forward as he sheathes his veiny dick in my depths, and I can physically feel as my intestines wrap over his rock-hard cock like a long sleeve being pulled up a thick bicep, tightening around him as he assures his insertion, but I cannot move, not even as I feel a growing mass expanding at the base of the wolf's enormity.

As I lay here, my organs being rearranged to fit around the wolf's giant prick, his furry hips slamming into mine angrily and heavy balls slapping my thigh's with so much force that I can already feel bruises forming, a feeling of pleasure starts to bloom where pain once tortured me.

It pierces through my fogged mind, penetrates me even deeper than the Beta's cock does. It starts out as a tingle in my loins, tickling something deep within me alongside each brush the wolf's cock makes across my prostate, but with each consecutively violent thrust, it quickly shifts into waves of pleasure that run across my skin like sensual fingers caressing me lovingly, making all my fur stand on end and my mind to fill with more than just a desire to stay alive, and before I know it, I'm releasing whorish moans each time the Beta hilts his hot dick inside my depths.

Seemingly spurred on by my pleasure, or perhaps by how my intestines seem to welcome him, all but sucking his cock deeper, the red wolf picks up speed, making shorter thrusts, but impaling me much faster than before, his dick barely pulling back two inches before ramming me so hard that the Beta almost bends my ass so far forward that it feels as if my rump could bend over and touch my head! Each angry thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me as if I were being repeatedly struck by lightning, my voice cries out, my mind goes temporarily blank, and then I'm brought back from the point of passing out only as the large male withdraws his searing cock from my hole before fucking it back in!

I've never felt more pleasure in my entire life than I do right now! I'm not sure if it's how this wolf has dominated me, if it's how he's treating me like an object more than a beastperson, or if the pain somehow amplified my nerves to receive more pleasure, but it feels as if I am being sent deeper into another dimension each time he rams into me! My thought process almost feels as if it were being rewritten, as if the Beta broke my mental faculties with that bite, and is now reforming the way my brain works with his penis! For all pain has left me at this point, and despite understanding he is injuring me in ways that only an oversized cock as big as his could, I can't help but cry out in utter pleasure.

My cock that had fallen flaccid through the unbelievable amount of pain he forces upon me is now just as hard as when the Beta licked it, if not more so, and with each thrust the red wolf makes into my deepest reaches, I feel his prick traveling through me from not just the inside, but from the outside too!

Amidst the overwhelming ecstasy consuming me to the point I wonder how I'm even still conscious, I find a moment where I'm able to bend my head far enough to the side so that I can look under my armpit and try to see my stomach to discern the weird sensation. And as I catch sight of my belly moving, I watch in mindless gasps as the indentation of the wolf's enormous cock moves through me, bulging out my stomach in the shape of his dick! He brushes against my penis with each wild thrust, tracing along my skin from within and telling me just how deep inside of me the Beta is! Watching his wolfhood move through me is both fascinating and unbelievable! I know I should be worried about how much he is damaging my organs, but all I can feel is the overwhelming pleasure I'm being brought through the pain of my body reforming to fit around his gargantuan prick.

I start to feel a tickle inside my belly, one that has be believe the wolf's dick has just pierced my stomach, and with how much easier his cock starts to slide in and out of me, I think the Beta understands this too. It's at this point that the red wolf increases his pace again, and judging by the growing bulge I feel expanding in my rectum, I start to understand why.

The large male's entire body slumps down on my back, crushing me beneath his two-hundred and fifty-seven pound frame, and with his face pressed into the back of my neck, his paws move to grab my waist while his humping becoming erratic and almost desperate! With his growing knot fully lodged in my ass, I feel it quickly expanding monumentally, so much so in fact that it feels as if my hips are about to stretch so far apart that the bones will break! Yet, no matter the pressure inflating my rectum, no matter the fear of physically being broken and killed by his pulsating cock, I find myself screaming in ecstasy as my climax hits harder than any orgasm ever has! I'm shouting just as loudly as before, but this time it's out of pleasure, I feel cum violently shooting from my dick while my anal walls struggle to contract alongside my orgasm as my whole body goes into an erratic spasm!

My rectum hugging his knot tighter is the tipping point for the Beta, for he cries out with the loudest howl I have ever heard, his body tenses as he rams his cock impossibly deep inside of me! With his head arched up towards the treetops, the Beta howls out as his climax hits powerfully! And his knot that is already impossibly engorged, somehow seems to swell up even more! It throbs, filling my rectum completely, physically pulling my legs apart to accommodate the size! He is rock hard and throbbing erratically, and before the next howl can escape his lips, I feel as a torrential amount of cum empties out right into my stomach!

I feel each ejaculation hit as if he were punching my insides, each shot is so hot and so strong that it feels as if it might burn holes clean through my flesh! He cums straight into my belly, shooting his seed into my guts as if he were fucking my throat! My orgasm has long since died down, but this wolf has only just started, for I feel his large nuts pulling up with each powerful shot he empties out into me, painting my insides with his seed as his bitch breaker ensures not a single drop is able to escape from my asshole.

The Beta makes idle humps with each eruption firing from his dick, every movement he makes inside brushes against my sensitive dick, making me wince. I try to reangle my hips so that his cock won't poke my penis, but as I do, I notice a taste in my mouth that wasn't there before, and after swallowing again as if appraising a fine wine, I'm sure of it. I taste cum. The sensation is enough to draw some cognition back to my brain still swimming in the afterglow. My paws fly to my belly, and just as expected from having his dick jammed all the way into my stomach, I find my gut to indeed be swollen, and with each powerful ejaculation he unloads inside of me, I physically feel it expanding larger!

As I become entrapped by each strong spurt of cum that hits the inside of my stomach walls, literally feeling it happen beneath my paw pads, the red wolf removes his paws from my hips and raises from my back so that he can stand up straight on all fours. Panting heavily and drooling all over the back of my head, he seems to be trying to catch his breath while his orgasm continues just as strong as it started, sending obvious waves of pleasure through his brain. And while he grants me this moment of reprieve, I don't waist the chance to raise my chest from the floor so that I can look at my belly, my eyes widen instantly as I see my guts swollen with more than just his penis. My paw shakily runs across my stretched skin, and I watch in disbelief as it jiggles, swaying with the motion of my touch. I quite literally look like I'm three months pregnant! And the worst part is that the wolf's orgasm shows no signs of slowing down! The reason for me tasing cum more than obvious at this point.

Before I'm able to worry any further, a sharp pain hits me as the Beta twists his body to the right, and in one practiced motion, he raises one of his back legs over my ass and turns until out butt cheeks are pressed together! He does this so quickly that I don't even have a chance to try stop him. And while I should be relieved to no longer have the wolf hulking over me, the pain he causes while turning around is almost as immense as when he first impaled me!

Feeling the wolf's knot twisting my insides as he repositions himself has me screaming out once again! He growls of course, but in this new position, the Beta can't exactly reprimand me more than verbally. Well, other than to tug me apparently, for as he takes a few steps away, almost as if to punish me for my protest, I'm forced onto my paws, and with his knot locking us together, I have no choice but to awkwardly crawl backwards with him or risk being dragged.

Eëlyn: "Ow, ow, OW! P-please stop!" I'm not sure if it's my voice that lulls him, or if the wolf intended to hurt me in order to put me in my place, but the Beta halts and I feel tentatively relieved. Sighing out and hanging my head down, my arms shake as I struggle to keep myself elevated, but no longer being violently fucked offers me a moment of reprieve.

The Beta's knot is still throbbing like crazy, and I can feel it shooting out strong spurts of cum every now and then, looking to inflate my belly even larger than it already is. My break is short lived however, for I hear footsteps quickly approaching, and as I open my eyes and look up, I watch as the Omega approach me. I immediately fear what this could mean for if the two wolves start fighting again.

I tense as the timber wolf comes right up to us, his tail is hesitantly wagging and his eyes keep darting to the unsuspecting Beta. The Omega is tentative in his approach, but once he leans down to my face, the wolf wastes no time in lapping frantically across my fur, licking the blood that bled from my neck, the spit that I dribbled all over my mouth, and more than likely tasting the red wolf's cum on my breath. I try to shake my head away from his slobbery assault, especially when he sticks his tongue inside my mouth, but I can't even attempt to lift a paw, not only because I'm scared of the pain I might experience if I disturb the still ejaculating cock in my belly, but I am so weak that I will likely collapse if I do. Thankfully, the wolf's licking moves away from my mouth and to my neck. He happily laps up my blood, dampening my fur with his putrid saliva and causing me to cringe in pain each time he runs his soft tongue across the holes in my neck. I can't even feel disgusted by him essentially drinking my blood, for I am too exhausted to care, and am honestly just grateful that he isn't trying to fight the Beta again. However, with the Omega's next actions, I may have yet wished for him to seek revenge.

With much less practiced a motion than the Beta, the timber wolf mounts me, his paws land on either of my butt cheeks and he invertedly spreads them apart, drawing a warning growl from the red wolf, who thankfully doesn't do anything but sound out his displeasure, however, that's the least of my problems, for I come face to face with the Omega's sheath!

I don't even have a chance to protest when I realise his plan, as the timber wolf goes straight into humping my face! His plump sheath slaps my muzzle with each misguided thrust, his red tip pushing free from its wet confines and smears his stinky musk across my cheek each time he misses his mark. There is a moment where I think he may relent, for his humping pauses, but he was only pulling our bodies closer together, and with the new proximity, the Omega hits his mark wit the next thrust!

With my lips forced to wrap around his sheath like some unwilling kiss, I am and unable to stop his cock form spearing my lips! I gasp through my nose, forced to inhale through what little space there is between my muzzle and his belly, and with him moving to face fuck me at full speed off the bat, I have no chance of stopping him! Each consecutive hump pushes more of his dick out of his sheath and into my mouth, quickly stealing all hope I have of escaping my fate! And after only ten uncoordinated thrusts, I feel the wolfs cock breaching my throat as he jackhammers my face like a _true_wild animal!

The timber wolf's cock is thankfully not as thick or as long as the Beta's, but with how deep I feel it being forced down my throat, I can gauge that he must be at least seven and a half inches long and around five centimetres wide, but that's not to say he doesn't have a large cock, I've swallowed bigger, sure, but the Omega's is still among the top ten that I've even wrapped my lips around.

The timber wolf wastes no time in taking me like a bitch that is in high demand, and unlike the Beta, he has no coordination, choosing instead to fuck me like a real wild animal who had competition. All I can do is try to relax my throat so that I can take his length easier, as not only is he pressed all the way up against my face so forcefully that I would topple over backwards if not for the red wolf keeping me in place, but I am far too weak to even try to push the Omega away. Something he intends to take advantage of.

The timber wolf rams my face hard and fast from the get-go, almost as if trying to finish as quickly as possible because there are other males around who might try to stop him. The night air is once more filled with my choking gargles as I struggle to draw breath wherever I can, snot bubbling from my nose, spit flying from my lips, and precum being forced down my throat. I was already out of breath from being bred by the Beta, and it is only becoming shorter with the Omega now occupying my windpipe.

It comes as no surprise that it's barely five minutes before the timber wolf reaches his climax, and despite trying to shove his eight-centimetre knot past my lips and tie my face, he is far too uncoordinated in his movements to get it into my maw properly. Gush after gush of hot sperm shoot down my throat as his spongey cock turns rock-hard and pulses like crazy! His ejaculations are strong enough that I can feel him paining my oesophagus with sticky baby batter, but it's nothing like how the red wolf shoots.

The Omega growls as he presses into my face as hard as he can, his sperm ejaculated straight into my into my guts and joins the Beta's load. The red wolf in question seems to have stopped cumming at this point, but his knot is still twitching, and with a new supply of jizz added to my already stretched belly, I feel impossibly full. As the timber wolf continues to enjoy the afterglow of raping my face, I feel the Beta make his first attempt at trying to pull free, but his knot is still far too swollen for him to dislodge.

As I am distracted by feeling the red wolf give up on untying me from his cock, the timber wolf yanks his dick from my throat so abruptly that it almost causes me to throw up, before happily trotting away. I cough, spiting up the remnants of his cum on my tongue before looking to him with a scornful frown, finding the timber wolf sniffing one of his packmates as if he didn't just abuse my face. Sadly for me, that butt sniffing seemed to be some type of invitation, for the wolf he sniffs saunters up to me and promptly mounts my face!

I try to pull free, but my lips are literally pressed against his sheath, and with my compromising position, it doesn't take him much to jam his dick into my mouth and pick up where the Omega left off! I'm forced to brace myself against the secondary face fucking, my arms shaking as I struggle to endure the repetitive abuse, made all the worse by the Beta once more trying to tug his knot free.

Th male mounting me is that same sleepy looking grey and white wolf that was watching me sing earlier, and thankfully, he is much slower in his fucking of my muzzle, almost lazily slow. His cock is also much easier to take as I judge it to be around seventeen or so centimetres, but no less musky than either of the previous wolves. My stomach jiggles back and forth with each hump he makes, seemingly eliciting the Beta to try yank his dick free sooner, and with the next tug the red wolf makes, he doesn't relent in his pulling. With the grey and white wolf keeping me in place with his paws on my ass cheeks and the red wolf yanking from the other end, I feel like the rope beastfolk use in a tug of war, for my insides stretch in the most excruciating way possible!

I try to scream out in the excruciating pain, but only succeed in blowing precum bubbles from my nose as the Beta continues to try pull his absurdly inflated knot free from my tiny hole!

I feel my tailhole stretching abnormally wide, it feels as if my hips are literally being broken in order for him to yank himself free! I can't help but wonder if this is how it feels to give birth, for the red wolf's knot is nothing short of being eleven centimetres wide! My only saving grace is that I have an abundant amount of cum swirling around my insides, and this thankfully seems to help with the extraction, for with his continued forceful tugging and my asshole squirting cum like an overinflated balloon, all it takes is another violently yank before I feel his knot slip free past my anal ring!

Eëlyn: "!!!" As the Beta's knot breaks free from my abused tailhole, it does so with a loud pop and a literal explosion of cum! I feel his seed spraying from my ass like it would from my lips if someone were to slap my cheeks while they are filled with water! It sprays out in all directions and quite literally forces the rest of his cock from my depths without the wolf even tugging.

Along with the Beta's huge cock being evicted from my anal ring as if it was behind on rent, a massive among of sperm follows, flowing from my ass hole like a gushing river! I feel like a balloon deflating as an unbelievable amount of sticky cum sprays from my abused sphincter! I try to clench my pucker shut, more out of instinct than actually enjoying being bloated by his seed, but it's impossible for my anal ring to tighten anymore, my sphincter is so utterly stretched that I can't stop the sperm from pouring from my backend and oozing down my legs.

As the wolf fucking my face continues to drive his cock in and out of my throat, I feel the Beta's snout return to my tailhole and he presses his black lips to my anal ring and practically starts to drink the cum from my ass! All I can do is cry out my muffled protest around the shaggy wolf's penis as the Beta's large tongue does a very sloppy job of cleaning me up.

Thankfully, his lips part from my anal ring right before he can overstimulate my broken prostate, and no more than five licks are all I get before he's sauntering off and leaving me with the other wolf. However, much to my dismay, I see through the corner of my eye as a brownish wolf happily trots up to me and goes straight for my backdoor. He dives snout first into my tailhole and starts frantically lapping up the baby batter of his superior before mounting me alongside his companion!

With not enough space to accommodate them both, the wolves are forced to either side of me, both of which only have one arm wrapped over my back, I feel both their dicks freely impaling me on both ends, the brown wolf hilting himself with no resistance as the Beta's cum literally splashes from my asshole with each thrust!

I am treated worse than their sluttiest of bitches, abused as if I were only an object and not a living being, and the sad thing is, with the brown wolf rubbing across my prostate, I feel my next climax fast approaching. Worse yet is that the remaining members of the pack have come to stand around me and watch, and with their cock tips peeking free from their sheathes, I doubt I will be relinquished any time soon...

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I'm not sure for how long I was fucked by the pack, but there were scant moments where my holes weren't filled with a cock. I was spit roasted almost the entire time, and lost track of time somewhere after the Omega came back for seconds. And while I wanted nothing more than to just collapse to the grass and pass out, I was kept on my paws and knees the whole time, almost as if petrified into that position by the Beta's previous breeding.

My belly is stuffed with multiple loads now, bloated with more cum than I have ever taken, even a whole year of fucking can't amount to the volume of baby batter inflating my belly! Every inch of my insides is soaked in lupine seed, so much so that when I cough, sperm literally flies from my lips! There are no areas outside my body either that aren't utterly drenched in sperm, every strand of fur is damp with their combined jizz. I quite literally feel as if I spent the day on my knees, allowing a thousand guys to cum on my face as if I were some communal cum bucket, but even having that many guys unload their seed all over me couldn't compare to just how much cum I'm covered in.

I'm currently laying in a pool of cold sperm, unable to move a single muscle, I have a constant stream of jizz oozing from both ends, and a belly so enlarged with their combined loads that you wouldn't be wrong to mistaking me for a seven-moth pregnant beastwoman.

The wolves have mostly left me alone at this point, and I thank whatever gods are watching over me that the red wolf didn't come back for seconds, for I would have probably drowned in cum if he had to knot me again! The Beta seemed to have drained all he had in those large nuts of his into my stomach with one violent and well-paced fuck. And despite the abuse he inflicted upon me, I'm thankful the red wolf was smarter about how he raped me compared to the other wolves who went more into a rut. It's clear he has experience.

Now that I have been thoroughly fucked by them all, the wolves seem to just be sitting around, almost guarding me. Every now and then, one of the wolves will vanish into the forest for a while before coming back and trading spots with another member. I'm not sure what they are waiting for, but I couldn't try to escape even if I were able to move. The Beta is not ten feet from me, and clearly making sure I don't go anywhere.

I'm... Exhausted. More than I have ever been. I've had had nights full of fucking nonstop till the sun comes up before, but the way the wolves went about breeding me has drained my body in a way that I've never felt, not even when I spent the night with three guys taking turns on both skull fucking me and double penetrating my asshole did I feel this weak! Not only do I have no idea how many times I've shamefully been pushed over the edge and forced to cum while being penetrated on both ends by these wolves, but there are countless loads swimming around inside my belly.

I just lay here, my thoughts clouded and my body weak as I wish I were able to at least fall asleep, to just pass out and pretend that this was all some horrible nightmare, but no matter how tired I am, no matter how broken my body is, I still feel far too on edge to give into the exhaustion. I don't know what these wolves are planning with me, but the fear they inspired in me is still installed in my heart. The smallest of movements, the quietest of sounds, even just seeing their eyes shift has me put further on edge, both fearing one of them might want another go, and that perhaps they're going to kill me and feast off my flesh. But nothing happens.

As I soak in the pool of coagulated cum, I catch the sight of the Beta eyeing me off. He's sitting a few metres ahead with his back to me and his head set towards the treeline, almost like a dog waiting for his master to return home. The red wolf's stoic nature has never been more apparent as I watch him scanning the treeline, idly sniffing the air or casting a sporadic gaze at me before licking his chops. I feel like I'm some bone he's planning to burry, or like a bitch he wants no one else to touch while his seed sinks in properly and impregnates with his spawn. It feels as if there is a specific purpose for him guarding me like this, but I can't figure out what he has planned, and making this all that much worse is that I can't even muster the strength to try escape.

I'm not sure how long I remain lying in the grass, just silently watching the Beta and stealing listless glances at the full moon overhead, my mind not clearing any the whole time. I even start to drift between conscious and blacking out while watching him. I go into this trance like state where I feel drunk, almost as if I am so overstuffed with sperm that their cum has soaked into my brain and is intoxicating me through more than pheromones.

My body is battered and broken in a way that I feel as if I've been beaten up by a group of muscle bound beastmen who do manual labour for a living and have now left for dead on the side of the road. And seeing as there aren't any cocks being rammed into me anymore, I can feel just how raw I am. Both my throat and asshole are unbelievably sore, and there is a constant radiating pain pulsing throughout my entire lower abdomen. The Beta _defiantly_did a number on me, and I'll be surprised if I can even walk after this. It feels as if he's bruised my insides, maybe even ruptured something...

A terrifying howl wakes me violently from my sperm induced stupor with a jolt! Not only is the howl very close, but it's by far the deepest and most guttural of sounds that I've ever heard. I literally feel as if it rattles off the trees and shakes the very ground I lay upon! Drawing what littler strength I have, I raise my snout from the puddle of cum I am all but inhaling and raise my heavy head and turn y listless gaze towards where the sound originated, and as I do, my hazy mind sparks awake with a deeper-seated fear than I never thought possible after all I've been through.

To my far right, a few metres into the forest and towering just as tall as some of the trees, is the shadow of what looks like a literal monster stalking between the branches. The first thing my gaze sets upon are a pair of gleaming, blood red eyes that practically glow in the dark, shimmering like rubies filled with starlight, and dripping with cruel intent, so harrowing that I'm unable to turn my frightful gaze from them. They hover about eleven feet from the ground and are set betwixt the shifting shadows like malice incarnate, fear made flesh, and all but screaming of their insidious intent.

They move, footfalls accompanying their swathing movements, revealing to me that this isn't some slight of the eye, some trick of reflecting light making me see a monster, nor is this is not some cum drunk vision invading my waking word, these eyes that are so red one wouldn't be mistaken for thinking a lifetime of bloodshed have stained them so wickedly, I start to understand that this is real, and seeing its devilish eyes are locked straight on me, I know the shadow has arrived with one reason.

The daemon I expect that is coming to end my life and lead me to the next world emerges from the shadows, stalking into the moonlit glade, and despite the stars shine down on it, the darkness surrounding its body does not dissipate. However, it's as it strides into the opening properly that I realise this is no daemon at all, but a wolf that defies logic and reason!

I start to think that perhaps it is some daemon, and that perhaps we revert back to our feral forms in the afterlife. I see his nostrils flare, his scarlet gaze sear through me, and a tongue appear in the shadows as if the darkness were trying to speak, but it's as the Beta at my side acknowledges this daemon's approach that I truly realise this is no guide to assist me to the afterlife, no daemon come to steal my soul, but a_real_, actual fucking wolf!

Standing at least three point three metres tall, and as wide as a horse drawn carriage, is a veritable monster! My mouth parts through a strangled gasp that gets stuck in my throat right before my heart literally stops beating! I can only stare wide eyed at the gargantuan wolf, freezing like a statue in the wake of his approach, thinking that the fear coursing through me might actually kill me! His fur is pitch black, darker than any shadows and smoother than the call of nightfall. His coat is thick and slightly scraggy, but still smooth enough for me to make out that this gigantic wolf is made of nothing but pure muscle. Muscle meant for chasing prey through the woods, muscle meant for ripping meat from bone, and muscle meant for devouring weaker beings.

As I gape, unable to pry my eyes from this daemonic wolf as he observes me with a hungry gaze that has every strand of my fur stand on end, I have no doubt that this is what the Beta has been waiting for, and that this massive wolf is irrefutably the Alpha of the pack. As if to quell my fears that there might be an even larger wolf that this monstrosity has to answer to, I watch as the red wolf raises from my side and saunters up to the black wolf, almost as if to welcome him, all but bowing as he comes to stand just in front of the Alpha.

The titan of a wolf comes to a stop with the Beta, no more than five metres from me, his scarlet eyes not having once left mine, eyes containing one of the most possessive looks I have ever been subjected to. His gaze burns through me like actual fire, striking across my fur like flames melting my skin, and impaling me more ferociously than the Beta speared his cock through my ass hole. If I had felt mindless while laying here in this pool of cum, then falling under this gargantuan wolf's murderous gaze has me feeling absolutely catatonic!

I can't think, I can't even pry my eyes from him, all I can understand is that I'm looking up at an eleven-foot wolf that could easily weigh two hundred and sixty kilograms! The Alpha's eyes scan my bloated form, almost as if assessing everything that happened to me through sight alone, and after a sniff that confirms what his eyes surmise, he casts his heavy gaze upon the Beta, an expectant, if appeased, glint in his blood red eyes as he all but smirks. I almost feel instantly relieved when his sights leave me, as if a weight was lifted.

As I lay here, paralysed as the two wolves interact, unable to conceive what his arrival could possibly mean for me, the Alpha parts from the red wolf and starts to circle me with slow and steady steps. The sight of him not just coming closer to me, but walking around my body as if he were preparing to strike, has me shoot up onto my knees out of instinct. And while the pain from moving so quickly hurts so much that I almost pass out, I grit my teeth through the ache, gripping the sticky grass beneath my paws as my arms buckle, and do my best to ignore the nauseating feeling of my bloated belly swaying beneath me.

I try to draw the strength to stand up and do more than just raise my head to watch the daemonic wolf trails around me, but I am so sore, so utterly spent that all I can do is stay on my paws and knees as he circles me.

It's now that I'm watching the Alpha in stunned silence that I notice the Beta has left, and not only do I find him sitting about fifteen feet from me, but he and the rest of the wolves have formed a ring around us, all of them sitting in a line and watching with creepy gleams in their eyes. If I wasn't already fearful of what might happen with the arrival of the Alpha, then the sight of all of his packmates watching with expectant gazes is more than enough to send a foreboding, body chilling shiver throughout my entire frame.

As I'm caught between watching the Alpha pass me by, failing to control my body shaking from fear of when he might lunge and end it all, and failing to get to my feet any more than I already am, I can't help but notice the swaying ballsack of the Alpha as he struts around me. I both can't believe my brain would even have the time to notice something like that in this situation, but also can't properly comprehend the enormity of the dangling sack as he passes! Not only is a single testicle larger than the ten-litre cauldron we have back at home that we use to make soup, but the sheath before them is plump and fatter than my thigh! Further fuelling my enamoured state is when I notice the tip of an absolutely enormous red cock protruding from the black skin!

I'm momentarily worried this wolf might be like his packmates and is expecting to have sex with me, and that he is simply encircling me to try and figure out how best to take me. I'm briefly struck with the image of being impaled on his dick and killed by a cock that would no doubt be at least twelve inches, with a shaft thicker than my bicep, and a knot larger than my shoulder. And while that would be a fitting way for someone as slutty as me to leave this world, the massive wolf comes to a stop right in front of me, indicating to me in more than one way that he plans on fulfilling a much different type of appetite.

Leaning his absolutely enormous snout downwards is what finally snaps me from my fearful thoughts, my body acts out of instinct and I try to flee the Alpha's enormous face approaching with quick movements! I push off the grass with all the intentions of landing on my feet and fleeing, but I topple backwards with the inertia and land with a squelching splash in the cold cum!

Before I'm able to force myself back up, or even try to roll over and crawl away, the monstrous wolf slams a giant paw down onto my stomach with so much force that he literally forces the cum bloating my stomach right out of my mouth! My body lurches, involuntarily expelling nothing short of an entire and litre of cum in a matter of two seconds! My entire face is promptly painted with the fountain erupting from my lips, blinding me with sperm and clogging up any last clean crevasse I had with salty, body warmed jizz.

With his encumbering paw pressed firmly on top of me, feeling as if the wolf may yet kill me with the sheer weight of it, I can do nothing but lay here, unable to catch my breath from not just the cum that got caught in my lungs, but with the black wolf's foot on me it's making it next to impossible to draw breath!

The Alpha keeps me in place with no concern that he may break my ribs, and while I continue to wheeze and splutter, cum flying from my mouth as I choke, the giant wolf leans down and takes a few quick sniffs of me. If I wasn't already humiliated enough after everything that's happened, then being held in place while I choke on cum and sniffed like some common daisy is. The only thing that would make this any worse would be for me to die right now...

I doubt this enormous wolf can make out any smell other than the intermingled stench of his pack's combined jizz covering me, but he seems to catch something he likes, for he licks his lips with a pink tongue, and his eyes glint in interest as he takes an even deeper whiff. Right as it feels as if I'm liable to pass out, the wolf lifts his face and releases me from his weightily paw.

I gasp immediately, relief finding me as soon as air once more fills my lungs, and even while I'm still dizzy from near suffocation, I move to roll over and try to escape before this wolf can truly hurt me, but a bone shaking growl, one that I literally feel reverberate through the ground, echoing off the trees like a literal earthquake, has me fall _absolutely_limp into the cum beneath me, almost as if the Alpha's voice owned my body more than I do

It would seem that being dominated into submission by the Beta through violence and pain has not left me, for I find myself collapsing on my back, unable to disobey the Alpha's orders, with my limbs sprawled out in all directions, my chin pressed to my chest, and my eyes almost vacant as I watch the titanic wolf appraise my submission his subordinates inspired in me.

The midnight coated wolf before me is fear incarnate. Everything from his scarlet red eyes that practically bleed his malice across my flesh, to his white fangs that almost seem to gleam with intent of sinking into flesh, all the way down to his overpowering dog stench that somehow contends with even the smell of sex surrounding me.

Despite his threatening visage, the Alpha is by all means, a very handsome wolf, he encompasses all you would look to find in a male lupine. He has a strong wide snout, large ears proudly pointed atop his head, broad shoulders capable of carrying his enormity, thick muscles trained through a lifetime of activity, powerful paws that could kill any beastman with a single swipe, and a bushy tail that's even larger than I am tall, but it's his scent that truly reveals him to be the leader of this pack.

The black wolf's smell is thick with the aromas of the forest, but laden with complex musky undertones that speak of a virile male. It's spicey like mustard, but has a twinges of spicy aniseed like scents mixed into the woody pheromones that all but screams of how he's spent his years tearing his prey apart and how much blood his coat has been stained with. And once more, my cum-filled brain can't help but imagine how this intoxicating smell would be twice as overpowering around his sheath, that maybe it won't be so bad to die being impaled on his wolfhood.

I am not allowed to fall too deeply into his dizzying scent for long, as a loud grumble draws my focus back to the massive wolf. At first, I think the Alpha is growling at me for doing something he doesn't like, but looking to the black wolf's face, I only find that greedy glinting in his eyes as he looks at me appraisingly. The rumbling sounds again, clearing any doubt that it's coming from his stomach, and if the noise of it grumbling isn't enough of an indication of what he has planned for me, then the copious amounts of drool falling from his black lips should be able to tell me why I've been kept alive all this time.

My eyes almost automatically drift to the Beta who sits far behind the large Alpha. I see the red wolf sitting with the rest of the pack, watching us with a wagging tail, almost as if he were proud for bringing me to his superior. I gulp through my cum laden throat as terror starts to take hold of me upon understanding what the Alpha's intentions truly are.

I am drawn back to the present when something heavy hits my naked chest, I squeal in panic, my arms flailing as my heart leaps through my chest, but my cries of terror are premediated, for instead of feeling the sharp fangs of my captor sinking into my flesh as I had thought struck me, I realise the substance on my chest is wet and slimy.

Stalling my panic long enough to peek at my chest, I see a huge dollop of translucent drool oozing across my fur, it drips over my nipples and I can't help but cringe at the slimy sensation. Understanding it's just saliva, my heart stops thumping in my chest and my breath settles, but the calm doesn't last, for as I look up, my eyes widen in horror as I see the Alpha's mouth is wide open and currently descending upon me!

I try to scream, to jump to my feet and take my chances with his pack, to do anything but lay here watching as the absolutely massive maw of the wolf approaches, but I am _literally_petrified to the spot! I feel as if trapped in medusa's gaze, solidified to rock and unable of even thought. My life flashes before me as my eyes trace over the footlong fangs gleaming with saliva and approaching me with one clear purpose.

Instead of yelping, instead of running, or even praying for mercy, all I can do is feel how disappointed I am with how I've squandered half of my years raising my tail for anyone who wanted a warm hole to bury their cock in, and the other half wondering around the woods while looking for something I couldn't find in the city, when what I should really have been doing is spending my life with family, enjoying the time I was blessed to have with them. And yet... Despite the smiling faces of all those I have ever loved racing through my mind as the last moments of my life play out before me, I cannot look away from the monstrous maw of the apex of all predators drawing neigh.

Filled with white fangs just as long as my forearm, the inside of the Alpha's mouth is a mix of marron like reds and fleshy pinks, the complex structure of his teeth being divided by the ribbed like pallet between them is almost hypnotising, for it inspires in me the feeling as if I were a prisoner looking down the walkway leading from my prison cell, as if the fangs lining his mouth were guards flanking the pathway to the gallows, my fear the strong arm guiding me between them, and his long pink tongue the slippery slope of all my grievances that leads straight to the fleshy noose which seeks to tighten around my neck an punish me for my crimes, undulating as if eager to hear my strangled voice.

Viscous saliva practically pours from the wolf's mouth, splattering over my cum soaked body as the most fetid of breathes washes over me with a warmth I should rightfully be welcoming on a night as cool as this.

Despite all the urge to live instinct tries to inspire in me, I remain frozen, broken by the sight of his mouth before his teeth can even make contact, still stuck somewhere in the throes of pain of being raped by his pack and fucked into submission. Time seems to slow as if seeking to torture me more than I already am. It stalls long enough for me to feel disbelief at how wide the Alpha's mouth is, how intricate the ribs lining his pallet are, or even how velvety soft his tongue looks while curling to the back of his throat as if in anticipation.

While I lay still, as if petrified into stone, unable to even blink, let alone run, the gargantuan wolf wastes no time in leaning his face all the way to the ground, and as he uses his upper jaw to literally scoop the back of my head from the cold cum, he slowly raises me into a sitting position before gently tightening his hold around my belly with his lower jaw while embracing my lower back with the other. And all at once, I am completely engulfed by his mouth.

Eëlyn: "!!!" My heart that had literally stopped in the wake of fear consuming me starts beating faster than any war drum as reality comes surging back through me as soon as the Alpha's powerful jaws latch onto me! I scream as the wolf's broad tongue presses into the entirety of my torso, encapsulating me completely and foreboding the pain that will come next as his jaws bite down and snap me in two! But... It doesn't come, I find myself screaming into his velvety tongue as if time had once more frozen, for the wolf just as unmoving as my confused thoughts.

With his hot lips wrapped around my waist, the back of my head pressed into the hard pallet of his mouth and my torso squished up against the contrastingly soft tongue, I become stunned by the almost gentle embrace with which he holds me. Shadows dance across my face from the moonlight that slips past his fangs as my body continues to twitch, almost as if anticipating the wolf to violently rip my body in two, but all he does is breath his rancid breath over me, holding me in place just as tightly as confusion does.

However, the black wolf's lips soon close around me completely, taking a firmer hold of my body and stealing all light from my vison. It's this motion that finally returns the breath to my lungs, and they start contracting just as frantically as my heart, as I am sent into a panic just as tangible as the fear coursing through my veins! "I'm trapped in the jaws of a wolf!" are the only thoughts I can think of as his long tongue starts to move, pressing into my face as if to taste me, while his teeth dig a little more forcefully into both my pelvis and lower back.

My throat is tight as if once more filled with wolf dick and has me unable to breath properly, let alone fulfil the desire to scream out in terror, but with how violently the Alpha responded to my earlier attempt to escape, I don't dare move, for I imagine all it would take is the slightest inkling of disobedience and he wouldn't think twice about biting me in half.

My brain is sent into this shock where I'm shivering, left almost mindless, and unable to do anything more than to await the moment he ends my life. How will it feel to be chewed up by a giant wolf? How long will I be able to stay conscious once his fangs sink into my flesh and break my ribs? Would I still have a chance to lament over all I was never able to achieve? How long will thought still grace me once he rips my head from my shoulders before crushing my skull in his mouth as if it were nothing but a grape? I am stunned by these harrowing thoughts as his tongue wriggles and hot breath encompasses me.

I am not left in limbo for long, for locking his lips even tighter around me to ensure that I am firmly in his embrace, the massive wolf raises his head up and pulls my tacky form from the grass! My body lurches, trying to find purchase more out of instinct than a conscious effort to escape, but all I accomplish is flailing my arms and kicking my legs around uselessly. The movements finally issue a scream from my lips, one that gurgles in the warm flesh my face is pressed upon, echoing around the small chamber I'm trapped in and making my voice sound even more desperate than the fear compelling me to move. The Alpha responds in kind to my cry by using his tongue to press me into the hard ribs lining his pallet and physically pushes the air from my lungs!

My frantic thrashing is brought to an abrupt end, by not just the wolf biting down hard enough to subdue me with my arms trapped on either end of his mouth in what is clearly a threat, but by pushing my body so hard into his pallet that I literally can't take my next breath! My body tries to lurch and arch as if to make space between these two opposing forces, but the Alpha's tongue is far more powerful than I ever knew the appendage was capable of! I am no match, for it literally wrestles me into submission!

My vision becomes an amalgamation of brief flashes of light pouring in through my fanged cage, undulating flesh rubbing against every inch of my once cold body, and spots that start to fill my vision when I fail to draw breath, but the wolf doesn't allow me to pass out, for his tongue relents ever so slightly, but only long enough for me to draw a very shallow breath before he once more forces it from my lungs, almost as if he were consciously torturing me!

I am all at once caught in this state of writhing upon his tongue, gasping what little breath the wolf allows me, and falling into a deep panic, but with how exhausted I already am, and how both this new terror saps energy from me and the tongue suffocates me, it doesn't take much for the gargantuan wolf to break my struggle through force befitting a brute like him.

My legs that once kicked wildly outside his lips and sent dollops of cum flying in every direction soon fall limp and hang from his mouth, my arms weakly twitching on either side of his jowls as my eyes begin to flutter from asphyxiation, yet, the monstrous wolf shows no signs of relenting, for he laps my torso, bathing me in his warm spit and seemingly enjoying the feeling of my body twitching.

While laying on my belly, my vision filled with spots and my head so dizzy I fear I may pass out if he keeps this up much longer, the Alpha has been forcing not just air from my lungs with his tongue, but what remnants of sperm that once rounded my gut.

As I thrash and gasp, I watch the cum spew from my lips as if I were an overgrown cock and roll down the back of his tongue, combining and pooling with the spit in the back of his throat before being greedily swallowed down the dark fleshy tunnel. I almost feel like some berry he is squeezing juice from, and considering he's continuously lapping my jizz soaked fur, I have no doubt the titanic wolf is savouring my flavour.

As I struggle to breathe, doing my best to inhale whenever the tongue relents, and fight to hold it whenever he bares down on me, I become acutely aware of not just how hot the inside of his mouth is, but the utter stench that now surrounds me. I've never smelt something as foul as this wolf's breath! Well that's not entirely true, for during one of my trips out into the Vathwald forest, I once stumbled upon the carcass of a feral deer that had become caught between two trees.

From what I could tell, it tried to jump over them, but ended up getting trapped, and sadly, died. And while the sight had my heart sink for how painful its fate must have been to starve in such a brutal way, the stink it let off was what really got to me. It was more putrid than the week-old meat the butcher in Vathstead always tries to sell unsuspecting customers, like those rotten peaches I forgot I stored in my desk's drawer, and fouler than the manure the farmers on the edge of town use for their crops, but even that dead deer cannot compare to the fetid stench of the Alpha's breath. Its smells worse than death, and if I wasn't already struggling to draw in air, then coughing from the gag worthy odour washing over my face is more than enough to leave me continuously seeing spots.

While I was already exhausted from being rutted by six wolves for hours on end, and then being filled with brief adrenaline surging my failed escape, I feel so utterly spent in this moment where the Alpha once more puts me in my place with just a few presses of his tongue, so much that I feel as if I could pass out any second. His mouth is warm, and if it weren't for the stench, I might have actually given in and closed my eyes, but the fear for my life is still very much gripping me and warding against slumber.

My oxygen starved brain is screaming for me to fight and escape this wet prison, to yank my arms from his fangs, no matter how much fur or skin I may lose in the process, to slip from his fat lips and take my chances facing his pack, but my body refuses to listen to me no matter how hard I try to move, for my form is just so beaten, so drained, it feels as if I spent the whole day running errands for Kâlyn, then cooking dinner for my siblings, before heading out to look for a guy to make my day better with a good fuck, but to only find a lazy top who has me doing all the work of bouncing up and down on his dick. I just can't muster the strength to move a single muscle...

I am absolutely drenched in the Alpha's viscous saliva. I've never been one for sloppy kisses, I mean, I love gulping down a guy's load and then locking lips with him in a passionate kiss, but there is something very different about the wolf's spit compared to the stickiness of a sloppy kiss. It's thick like that imported honey we got from the east, but tacky in a way that each laceration his tongue makes against me has my fur pulling painfully. I can only cringe, biting my tongue as the Alpha's continues to lather me up in his gooey saliva, watching in dismay as the muscles in his throat expand and flex as he drinks down the cum he sucks from my body.

As I am becoming accustomed to not just the motions of his tongue forcing me into the roof of his mouth, feeling the contrast between the squishy tongue I lay upon and the hard pallet I'm forced into, and somehow able to adjust to inhaling such small amounts oxygen, to the point that I'm actually able to focus on my surroundings without feeling too dizzy, the Alpha almost seems to understand this, for my arms that he pins to either side and his teeth that so possessively dig into my waist loosen in the same motion of him nodding his head up and sucking me deeper!

Eëlyn: "!!!" My screams are abruptly cut off as my face is forced into the warm flesh of his throat! With my muzzle piercing the opening, clogging up my nose with saliva and the cum he swallowed, the Alpha's jaws come down once more, locking around my thighs and keep me in place as his tongue continues its earlier venture of exploring my body!

Meanwhile, that almost sedated state I found myself in is completely stolen from me as I start to understand this wolf has _no_intentions of chewing me up as I had once feared, but has a much, _much_darker fate in store for me! I thrash with what energy I can muster at this realisation, but with my arms now inside of the wolf's mouth, I have even less hopes of finding purchase. My paws brush against his sharp fangs as he licks me, and get caught between them when he bites down a little harder, for he pays me absolutely no mind while seemingly trying to savour my flavour.

My mind is racing faster than it ever has in my life, hurting like it did when pa taught me how to calculate numbers, and speeding faster than the first time I ever smoked weed. I had this friend who told me that marijuana would help me relax and stress less, but it had the complete opposite effect on me. Not that I'm known for having a high tolerance, even with alcohol, but I never did smoke with him after that, for it made me so anxious that it felt as if I had fallen into another world. My mind is racing like that right now, hurting as if pa gave me the hardest calculation problem he could conceive. My thoughts are desperate, frantic, and unable to keep focus as my brain panics to find a way out.

This can't be real, right!? I've never heard of any feral animals swallowing their prey alive! I mean, aren't only snakes known for that?? Why is this wolf doing this to me!? Considering how intelligent that Beta is, does that mean the Alpha is just as smart, if not more? What pleasure could he possibly gain from swallowing me whole!?

Eëlyn: "N-n-no..." My shaky voice weakly leaves my trembling lips as if signalling my failure of coming up with any means of escape, but the pitiful sound leaving me inspires a drive to live! My fight returns with all my energy reserves powering every single movement I make, but no amount of wriggling, no effort put into pulling my face backwards, no strength can save me from the Alpha's relentless grip! And the sad thing is, it doesn't even feel like he is trying very hard...

My fight soon fades into sobbing as I continue to try and yank my head out of his throat, but each time I do, the muscles grip my neck and half strangle me, almost as if to tell me to stay still, and soon, that's all I can do... I fall limp, my fight turning into full blow bawling that echoes out into the dark tunnel before me, something that the gigantic wolf seemed to be after all this time, for he all but chuckles while continuing to lick the cum from my fur.

The wolf soon satiates his desire of sucking the cum from me, for his tongue relents, and my voice hiccups into a choke as all the muscles around me work in tandem when the Alpha parts his jaws from my flesh and opens them wide! I'm brief gifted visibility of the throat yawning impossibly wide and am able to see the long tunnel extending into the depths of the beast, it is lined with rings of thick circular muscles and coated in mucus and cum, but I'm not kept stunned in the wake of the endless tube of flesh, for the Alpha tilts his head skywards, and with how absolutely drenched I am in spit and sperm, nothing I grip could save me from gravity!

I slide along the Alpha's tongue like a slick dick slipping between drenched ass cheeks of a wanting male, and all at once, my screaming dies out into the long tunnel I slip right into it!

My decent only stops as my shoulders lodge half a foot into his throat, the oesophagus before me tapering out and tightening around my face, unable to take more of my form with gravity alone. It captures me like a lover who was waiting years for my return from a long trip might embrace me. My arms, legs and entire torso act more out of instinct than through actual coordinated movements as a frantic desire to survive takes over.

My screams sounding out through my nose, vibrating in my throat as my muzzle is held tightly shut by the hot flesh encapsulating me, and making my struggle even more futile is that the jaws that once parted to take me in soon come down to join together, sealing me in complete darkness and locking tight right behind my toes, stealing me from the world completely!

I'm not left even a second to try and steady my thoughts long enough to move with more coordination and try to escape properly, for as soon as his black lips lock behind my feet, the Alpha raises his snout even higher and swallows! With the aid of gravity, and my body being completely drenched in his sticky saliva, the unbelievably powerful muscles around me have no trouble in pulling my body deeper into his throat!

All at once, my chest disappears into the wolf's gullet and only stops once my hips meet the opening of it! I can feel the Alpha's uvula rubbing against my tailhole, almost like a fat tongue looking to rim me, but with my bodying being constricted by the insanely tight oesophagus, that's the least of my concerns right now, for while my breathing was short before, it's completely cut off now!

Without any control over my body, I wriggle and twist in what little space is offered to me! My legs kick the hard pallet of the wolf's mouth, getting cut when they hit his fangs, but nothing can stop instinct driving my desperation for survival. My lungs contact in an effort to draw in breath, but fail in one of the most foreign feelings I've ever felt.

My chest is squeezed so tightly by the wolf's gullet that it can't even expand a millimetre! My lungs clap in my body, rattling against my ribs more powerfully than my racing heart does, filling my brain with a consuming panic that has me realising I'm going to suffocate in his throat without even a moment to mourn over my mistakes!

The wolf continues with my ingestion, taking only a brief moment to contract his throat muscles as if relaxing them into the motion before taking another deep gulp! I slide all the way up to my ankles this time, and despite my mind reeling in absolute panic that I'm actually being swallowed whole and alive, I realise that I've come to rest right against his heart, for I feel it start pounding against my chest. His heartbeat is contrastingly calm compared to my thumping one, but I can still tell the excitement the Alpha must be feeling for swallowing me alive, for with each powerful slam it makes against my body, I can all but feel the smile upon his lips.

I've become increasingly dizzy without being able to breath. My lungs that were once clapping violently against one another seem to have given up their struggle, for they only twitch weakly now, flopping in my chest like dying fish. My body is tingling in a way that has goosebumps thrashing across every inch of my skin in a very painful way, each wave feels as if thousands of needles were stabbing into my flesh and piercing every muscle!

These sensations have my body shivering, convulsing and shaking as if thrown into a fit, but it's my thoughts that are by far the most affected by this suffocation, for my cognition has become far foggier than before, so much so in fact that I can't focus on a single thing. My mind starts to drift with wayward thoughts and I have these brief moments of cognition where I realise that my entire body is embraced by hot, wet, flesh on all sides and being pushed deeper into the body of a giant wolf.

I'm being squeezing so tightly that I can literally hear my bones creaking in the wake of the strength holding me! I can't help but wonder if perhaps it would be better to die by being crushed to death, rather than having to endure this horrible disembodying feeling suffocation is giving me. For I feel sick, anxious, panicked, terrified and sad all at once.

Betwixt these timeless moments where even feeling my skin fails me, my thoughts drift to some of the happiest moments of my life, one of which is so vivid that I actually feel as if I were there...

The day in question was a few years back on Kâlyn's birthday, Lynden and I had spent a whole month setting everything up for him without his knowledge. He planned on working that day, but having stolen his keys, he had no way of opening shop, and having left a trail of clues that would lead him out the back door, into the fields outside of Vathstead, and to a specific spot we used to frequently when we were kits, his angry visage finally came into view an hour later than we anticipated, but those snarling bunny lips of his soon faltered when his gaze fell upon everything we had laid out for him.

Lynden had baked and cooked the whole night at her friend's place, making all of his favourite dishes, while I, alongside our two cousins from out of town, had spent the early hours of the morning setting up our little picnic on a hill containing a single oak tree. So when he saw all of us gathered there, Kâlyn promptly froze, looked in disbelief at us all cheering for him and wishing him a happy birthday, and then it happened... The happiest smile I would ever see don his lips came into view. Kâlyn's eyes teared up and he ran to us and hugged Lynden and I so tightly I thought he was going to break my back! That whole day was so much fun, but what made it _truly_memorable was seeing the smile not once faltering from his face...

Despite already being shrouded in the shadows of the wolf's throat, I feel darkness taking me, and while I understand I'm busy dying, there is a stupid smile plastered across my face while I recall that happy day we spent in the sunshine, surrounded by family, and an endless amount of good food. My body twitches involuntarily, and I can feel I'm going into another spasm, but even as I do, the smile doesn't relent. I vibrate more than my prostate does when my cock ejaculates, and I allow myself to leave this world through happy thoughts of what is truly important, and not those of the fear surrounding me...

But just as I'm accepting my fate, succumbing to never having a chance to apologise for all the stress I've given my brother, or atone for disappointing my sister with my antics, my body moves out of instinct, and I find myself inhaling in one of the most violent breathes I have ever taken!

My eyes shoot open and while my chest burns as if I just sucked in literal fire, I gasp like a fish out of water, but quickly realise I am no longer constricted by flesh. Wriggling my torso around as if I were a worm sticking out of the ground and taunting a bird to snatch me up, I wheeze, heaving heavily as I start to understand that I have slipped into the Alpha's stomach.

From my bellybutton all the way to the tips of my toes, I am lodged upside-down in the wolf's oesophagus, but my chest is finally freed, and with the new freedom, I've been allowed to breath. I waste no time in yanking my slimy paws free from my sides and press them into the crinkly flesh beneath my head.

Coughing and wheezing like an old beastman who spent a lifetime smoking cheap pipe weed, I finally regain some control of my body and try to calm down my panicked breathing long enough to focus on my surroundings. Looking around in the shadow veiled stomach, I'm not sure if it's the asphyxiation still affecting my thought process, but I'm finding it hard to wrap my head around the fact that I'm currently inside the belly of a wolf!

I can't make out anything but vague shapes of flesh filled with ripples and darkness encapsulating everything before me. My paws are currently in a shallow pool of warm gastric juices, and while I was on the border of throwing up from the Alpha's fetid breath before, coming into contact with the source of the stench makes it that much more potent.

Reeking like a combination of rotten meat and alleyway water where drunkards throw up, the odour is so acidic that it makes my eyes water, and even while I've mostly caught my breath, I still find myself coughing, every inhale burning like flames.

My reprieve is short lived however, for I feel the muscles still holding my body constrict and start pushing the rest of my form out into the fleshy gut. My blood pressure spikes as I realise the finality of the motions and immediately fight against the throat trying to deliver me to the hungry organ!

With my paws pressed out into the rugae folds and arching my back in a last act of defiance, I try hard to stop my body from being pushed out of the cardiac sphincter, but even if I was at full strength, I understand that there is no way to contend with such power.

My arms buckle, and while they offered no resistance, the lack of support practically allows my body to shoot out of the stomach sphincter! My head hits the pool first, and with it, my body curls inward with the continued motion of my butt being spat out of the ring of flesh. My legs are soon to follow and are promptly forced into my chest, and with my knees on either side of my face and arms awkwardly pinned at my sides, I am all at once forced into a tight ball!

While the stomach isn't as constricting as the oesophagus that sent me here, it is still a tight fit, and I can barely shift my body an inch without being met with resistance! Much like everything I've faced during this harrowing experience, the stomach is much tougher than I ever would have expected the organ to be. It's rubbery in a way that makes me think of that chewing gum we imported, gum that no one wanted to buy because it was so tough, but at the same time, the walls are flexible in a way that has me believe they are capable of stretching much larger than they currently are.

The flesh of the stomach retains its shape when I try to push my elbows into it in an attempt to get more breathing room, but bounce back and force me into a foetal position no matter how much I try to struggle. They are covered with worm like tendrils, crinkly and clearly made for movement.

The thought of which brings back my panic as I realise that these folds of flesh are made for breaking things down, grinding into objects and ripping them apart slowly with the aid of these putrid acids soaking into me. I find myself pressing out in all directions with my limbs in utter terror.

Eëlyn: "L-LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, my rattled voice bouncing off the walls of his stomach just as much as my arms do, my body swaying with each uncoordinated movement I make, making my own stomach roil as I understand these walls will be the death of me.

Eëlyn: "Y-you can't do this!" My efforts have no effect on the wolf, for I hear him swallowing down the remaining flavour of me left on his tongue, and more than likely licking his chops in delight. The thought of which only angers me more and causes my movements to double, but as I am thrashing and screaming as loudly as I can, I feel a sudden nudging on my back. It has me pause, briefly fearing what is suddenly touching me.

As I still and try to make out the feeling, it returns to poke me once again. It's hard to discern, but I swear I can head sniffing, which makes me think it must be a member of the Alpha's pack who's nudging me with his snout from the outside. As the poking continues in an almost playful way, my anger all at once seems to leave me and is quickly replaced by a heart-breaking sorrow that has my entirety fall limp, for the image of a wolf poking me with his snout while I bulge out in the Alpha's stomach is a tipping point that has the full reality of what's going on hit me hard.

My screams devolve into choking sobs as the nuzzling snout continues to freely poke my spine as if admiring how my body looks filling out the massive male's stomach.

Eëlyn: "!!!" My cries hitch however, for the nudging stops with a yelp and my whole body tensing up as the Alpha barks thunderously loud! He was obviously annoyed by his packmate poking him, and as he protested, so too did his stomach constrict! It hugs me absurdly tight and rattles me with the titanic wolf's monstrous call! It also breaks my crying, silencing me like a sadistic lover having slapped me across the face. I sniff and breath shallow breathes, almost scared that making a sound would get me hit again, and I soon feel as the remaining tension in the Alpha's body loosens and his stomach sags.

As I lay absolutely motionless in the wolf's gut, I feel his belly starts to sway in a way that I'm able to identify as him walking. I listen carefully for what's happening on the outside of my prison, and after clawing out the sticky goop filling my ears, I can make out a few things more clearly beyond the steady beating of the Alpha's heart.

I hear, and even feel, each foot fall of my host walking through the moonlit night and what sounds like the rest of his pack following. Its' hard to discern through the heavy breathing of the large black wolf who must be struggling to draw full breathes with me filling out his stomach, and I don't know if I'm just imagining it, but I swear I can hear his packmates yapping as if to compliment him on swallowing me so easily.

I fall back into my constricted ball, my mind becoming almost blank as I baulk in disbelief for where I am. Running my paws along my absolutely drenched legs, covered in cum that once flooded my guts, thick saliva that helped guide me down here, and viscous stomach fluids that will soon eat the fur from my flesh, I nestle my head between my knees, clench my eyes and jaw shut while releasing a rattled breath through my nose.

Eëlyn: "Th-this isn't r-real..." I whisper, trying to convince myself that this is all some fucked up nightmare and that I've passed out by Vathrym river and have simply dreamt all of this up, but when I open my eyes again, vaguely able to make out the deep red colour lining the wolf's stomach and the yellowish liquids coating it, all hope of this being fake fade from me.

I hiccup on another sob, an inconceivable type of pain weighing down my heart to the point that it feels as if it's both falling through my chest and at the same time being squeezed more tightly than the Alpha's throat could grip me. If there had ever been a moment in my life where I thought I could die from emotional pain, it would be now...

The Ache in my chest is akin to being impaled by a hundred swords, like being betrayed by the beastperson you trusted the most in the world, as if I've failed all the dreams I have ever conceived... It's so deep than I can literally feel it in my bones, as if my heart were curling into itself and shrivelling up to die. Yet no tears fill my eyes, instead, I feel my gaze fall distant and my mind blank as trauma takes hold of everything I am.

As I lay here with little running through my mind, only capable of feeling the sensation of the Alpha's footfalls vibrating through me and his belly swaying side to side with each step he takes, listening to his steady heartbeat and still heavy breaths, I fall into one of the most detached feelings I've ever experienced. It's similar in how I sometimes feel when I drink way too much the night before and wake up in a stranger's bed, left wondering where I am and whose arms are wrapped around me, but this feeling is far more visceral.

I feel empty as if I lost my mind inside the wolf's mouth before he swallowed me, as if I were watching everything unfold from outside my body. I can feel everything going on around me and am able to calculate how this might end, but it's as if my brain refuses to believe any of it.

I jolt as the Alpha suddenly slumps to the floor! Laying on his side with his bloated belly bulging between his legs, it's not long after reclining that I feel his giant snout poke my shape from outside, sniffing and nuzzling me like his pack member had once done. The motion and sound has me flinch back in response, whimpering and involuntarily twitching, something the wolf seems to enjoy, for he prods me again, eliciting another cry from my lips and more movements from my battered body. Is this why he swallowed me whole? Does he get off on feeling prey wiggling around in his belly? Does he feed off of my cries and sorrow just as much as he does my body?

This carries on for at least ten torturous minutes where I feel him nudge me, lick the shape of my body, and even clench his stomach as if to invoke more of my squirming. But after having his fun with listening to my cries and sinking a new kind of fear into me, I feel relief as he pulls his head back and lays it down on the floor so hard that I feel it reverberate through him. The daemon wolf releases a drawn-out sigh that ends with him licking his chops, and I can immediately tell he is settle in, for what I hope will be the rest of the night.

I'm crying again, louder than I ever have in my life, feeling as if this pain might just kill me before the stomach gets the chance. Unaccepting that this is how I will end. Feeling utterly betrayed by life itself for treating me so unfairly. What have I done to ever deserve such a fate as this? I may have slacked off from my job for most of my life, slept with a few married beastmen I rightfully knew belonged to someone else, and maybe brought more stress to my brother than I ever intended to, but that can't possibly incur such an end, can it?

I sob violently over my abrupt end while breathing in the rotten stench of the Alpha's gut, listening to the gurgling sounds it releases every now, and feeling as its heat sinks into me. Clenching my teeth as I try to endure the pain in my chest, I wish I had never deviated from the beaten path... That I had taken my brother's advice and left two days later when a caravan would have departed to the village I was meant to visit. That I had taken those sword lessons Lynden organised for me with that sexy lynx guard. That I could have told my siblings how much I appreciate all they have done for me, because I never really expressed to them just how much it means to me...

But I know this is the end... I am going to die in the belly of this beast, I'm going to be churned up as if I were some piece of meat whose only purpose is to fuel this animal's body. Burnt alive by this wolf's stomach acids and dissolved into chyme before being pushed out into his intestines and finally shat out in the forest... The only consolation prize in all of this is that what little will remain of me will always be out here in the woods... And while I don't wish to die, to be turned into wolf shit, I couldn't think of a better place to be laid to rest...

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I jolt with a wheezing breath, my body jerking as I move to find purchase in the rumbling walls surrounding me. I am momentarily confused as to my location, for I am trapped in moving darkness, drenched in foul smelling liquid and being churned around by the strong, yet squishy walls that imprison me. My thoughts still as I try to use my senses to make sense of where I am.

My breathes are heavy as if I can't seem to get enough oxygen, I am completely naked, my body hurts like I've been in a landslide, and every inch of me is being caressed almost sensually as vicious and taky liquids are swirled around me, stinking like nothing I can rightfully describe. There are grumbling, groaning and squelching noises that seem to emanate off the very walls rumbling around me, filling my ears with more of this coagulating liquid, and then there ar-!!!

Realisation suddenly strikes me like a physical force that has my entire body go rigid! I gasp as I press my arms harder into the moving flesh, my eyes dancing in my skull as I start to understand where I am and what's going on!

Eëlyn: "Th-this..." My voice dies in my throat, replaced with tears that instantly stream down my face. I burry my snout between my knees, failing to stifle the sobs leaving my lips. The sensation of the fleshy walls grinding into me, seemingly trying to simultaneously pry me open as if I were some oyster, while also attempting to constrict me into an even tighter ball, are only causing this agony in my chest to hit deeper with each squelching movement.

I'm in the deepest reaches of a monstrous wolf... I was raped by his packmates and then served to him like some pheasant seasoned with their cum... The remnants of which have long since dissolved into the acrid juices flowing around me, acids that have since become even more potent than before I blacked out. I can't make out much more than moving shapes in the coiling shadows, but the stench is more than enough to tell me of their purpose. That, and the burning upon my neck.

Raising a paw to rub over the holes left in my flesh by the Beta right before he knotted me, I find they burn as if someone has rubbed lemon juice and salt into my wounds. They sting much like my abused tailhole does, something I actively try to pucker as I become aware of the pain, but fail to with how raw it's been fucked. My ass hole is currently gaping open wide, and with my knees pressed to my chest, all the gastric juices freely wash over it.

There is a tingle to my lips, nostrils, eyelids, ears, and the opening of my sheath as well, but it's not quiet at the same burning level as my ass hole, but I can still tell these acids are already beginning to eat away at my sensitive flesh.

I feel overwhelmingly sluggish, as if I'm going through the worst hangover in the world, one where it feels as if I got into a bar fight with half the town before being fucked by each and every one of them. The peristalsis of the stomach moving me around isn't making it any better, for every time my arms or legs are forced from my body or pressed harder into me, it hurts so much that I flinch.

The pain is akin to having slept funny on one side all night, waking up stiff and riddled with pins and needles, but a hundred times worse. My body feels overly sensitive too, and each brush these slippery walls make against me have me on the edge of wanting to both scream and moan all at once.

I am absolutely drenched, covered from ear to tail tuffet with sap like liquids that gurgle in the noisy stomach, almost rumbling in approval of my flavour, grinding into me like a passionate lover might, licking every inch of my naked body as if it were a guy with a kink for sweat. It only causes to make my breathing that is already heavy and painful, even harder to draw in.

It feels similar to that one time I had to travel over the northern mountains. When I was up there, it was hard to breathe, just like this. Lynden later told me that air up there is thinner, and that I was lucky to have taken the break I did, instead of doing a full one-way trip.

The humid air in here feels very akin to those mountains I almost passed out upon. It may not be cold like I felt back then, but the oxygen is lacking in a way that makes every inhale tough. Each breath doesn't feel like it's enough, it has me panting and breathing heavier than I do after an orgasm.

And the heat... Gods, it's hot in here like nothing I have ever known... The temperature in Vathmauroux is always pleasant, changing only a few degrees throughout the seasons, so I can't rightfully gauge this heat against anything other than the warmest bath I have ever taken. I can tell I'm sweating, and the gastric acids around me are being warmed up just as much as I am being by the walls themselves that feel as if they would singe me if I touched them for too long, which in turn, isn't helping my breathing.

Despite being unable to get comfortable in anyway, I find myself settling into the stomach and falling limp to these wretched motions. I'm uncertain if it's in acceptance or defeat that I give in to, as my emotions still seem detached from me, but I ease into the stomach all the same, and almost as if understanding my submission, the Alpha's belly starts to pick up its pace, making louder gurgles and undulating faster.

The understanding that I am currently being digested should terrify me as much, if not more, as when I was being swallowed, but I can't seem to force myself to feel anything. I'm only capable of focusing on my breathing, trying not to cringe when the stomach walls press a little more forcefully into me, all while trying to ignore the fact that I'm about to die.

As I sink into the gooey juices, I accidently ingest some of the fetid fluid swirling around me, it has me spluttering and spitting it up, almost making me cotch, I'm sent into a coughing fit that leaves my nose clogged up with the acids I swallowed and soon start to start to burn my nose. I can hear the steady thumping of the black wolf's heart, his breathing is just as heavy as before, but as steady as his heartbeat. I quickly surmise the Alpha must be asleep. I wonder what time it is? When will my siblings realise that I've gone missing? It'll probably only be a week from now when I'm meant to return to Vathstead...

I start thinking about all the things I will miss from life, and aside from the obvious ones like my siblings or the dicking's I'd get at the Sulking Skunk, I think I'm going to miss sunshine the most... The thought that I'll never be able to see the light of day ever again seems to hurt just as much as the agony I felt when ma died...

I love exploring the forests, breathing in the fresh air, wondering between the trees, spending an afternoon by the lakeside, foraging berries, and just staring up at the sky... But the thing I _really_love is the feeling of the sun on my fur... I guess that was one of the main driving forces behind why I hated sitting in our shop all day. I just wanted to be in the light, feel the wind brushing through my whiskers, and enjoy the sensation of my pads sinking into the rich earth... Knowing that I will never have those experiences ever again seems to hurt more than anything else...

My tears dry, mixing into the vicious liquids washing over me by the unrelenting stomach, the peristalsis of which has made me feel even more sluggish than when I had first awoken. I feel like a piece of hard candy being swished around in someone's mouth, as if I'm being repositioned by an inexperienced and unkind lover who doesn't know what position he wants to fuck me in. Everything hurts.

I wish I could stretch out to rid myself of this stiffness, to inhale the rich air of the forest and free myself of this anxious feeling I have in my chest, and I wish I could have at least been giving one last moment to appreciate the sky, one where I would have understood that it would have been the last time I ever got to see it.

Trying to recall the last moment I saw the outside world seems blurred now, as all I can think of before being swallowed by the Alpha is the smell of lupine sperm, the feeling of dicks being forced into both ends of my body, and the agony I felt when the Beta first impaled me on his knot...

I find myself sinking deeper into the wolf's gut, my thoughts seemingly becoming dizzier and foggier with each moment that drags on. Time is starting to lose meaning and I can't tell if I've been laying here trapped in my thoughts for ten minutes or two hours as everything is starting to blend together in a way that has me feeling extremely confused.

I start to understand between my clouded thoughts that I am running out of oxygen and that I'm busy suffocating, and while this thought is terrifying, I still can't bring myself to feel anything properly. The only thing I can understand right now is that I am dying, that the Alpha's stomach is going to break me down into chunks of meat, that my flesh will burn from my bones and melt down into chyme that will eventually pass through the black wolf's intestines as the Beta's cock once did through mine.

I guess I should be thankful I won't be alive for that... Having my fur singed from my flesh and experiencing each bone in my body being broken till I am nothing but a pile of viscera, tangled guts, and chunks of flesh sounds horrific...

My breathing starts to pick up right as my body releases its first twitch, and despite feeling debilitatingly confused, I understand that this is it. I'm gasping and sometimes accidently ingulf wads of the Alpha's stomach acids, choking them down as my body continues to spasm

I try hard to envision memories of happier times, but I can't erase the image of me being nothing more than a chunk of meat and broken bones sizzling inside the black wolf's gut. That a few days from now, I will be nothing more than a pile of shit unceremoniously crapped out in the woods, maybe even eaten by one of his pack mates. Canines are known to do that, right? Heh... Wouldn't that just add insult to injury...

My brain starts conjuring the sounds of my bones breaking beneath the ruthless strength of the Alpha's stomach, how it might feel to have my ears ripped from my head, my balls dissolved from my body, and how it might feel to have them floating around me. I wonder how my burnt flesh might taste? I clap my lips, but I can't make out anything more than the retched burning sensation left on my tongue by the stomach acids. Once I start to break down into chunks of meat, will the gargantuan wolf taste my flesh when he burbs? I bet I'll taste like grilled meat...

Images of my mangled corpse churning around inside the Alpha's bloated belly continue to assault me as my thoughts waver and drift as if I were being pulled into a different world, led by the undulating walls as my body continues to jolt and spasm periodically. His stomach hugs me like a comforting lover might hold someone in distress, almost as if trying to reassure me that everything will be alright so long as I trust in it, and in my confusion, I do just that.

I find myself leaning into the touch, envisioning the guy that's holding me is planting kisses on my face and whispering how he'll keep me safe in his strong arms. The warmth embracing me quickly becomes welcoming, and I find myself unable to get enough of the feeling.

The lines between reality and imaginary start to blend and mix together as I become lost in my delirious thoughts. I start to imagine myself back at home, and after finding the biggest wolf I could at the bar, I would sneak him into my room for a night of passionate loving, and after not being able to keep up with his stamina, maybe even passing out while he rails me.I'd wake to find he's never once stopped knot fucking me, but once he finally does stop, only right as the sun starts to rise, buried deep inside my guts, with his baby batter flooding every inch of my intestines while he crushes me beneath his weight, he'd whisper something in my ear I couldn't rightfully make out. All I'd know is that his rumbling voice is assuring me of something beautiful, that I am safe in his embrace, and that I will always have a purpose so long as I am with him...

I start to drift away on this feeling, my muzzle twisted into a stupid smile as I feel him pepper kisses across my neck, coating me in his saliva with a broad tongue and promising he will use every inch of my body to its fullest~ The feeling of being needed so desperately by someone has me give in fully and I submit completely, allowing the wolf to take anything he wants from me, wanting to become as close to him as possible, tied even deeper to him than his knot ever could connect us, and to be used by him like I was born to be...

~The End~