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Where wolves go.

by Kyllistin

*this story includes sensitive themes such as death, consentual vore, softcore-sexual-swallowing of one sentient being by another. be forewarned now before reading on. In this new version there is a poemat the end that I wrote about wolves. It deals with the reality of the animal, which is oft overlooked in furrydom. There is also refrence to the spiritual and symbolic representations of wolf. The keywords only refer to the story alone.*

The door yielded silently at Jettas touch. A single shaft of light split the darkness of her bedroom in and spilled into the room. The dragoness poked her head in through the doorway, had the lights along the walls of the hallway not been on she would have been completely invisible in the darkness. Solid black scales adorned her body, front and back. The only exceptions were her ivory teeth and talons, and the ash colored pads on her palms and the bottoms of her feet. She looked in to where the light fell over her bed, and its only occupant. How long had he been there, two days? It was hard to tell.

"Too damn proud." She thought to herself for the thousandth time that day. The dragoness felt she had looked in on him just as many times, just to make sure he was still breathing. She stared hard at him a moment in the poor light, listening for his breathing, watching for the subtle movements of the blankets rising and falling.

Satisfied, she closed the door and walked back to the living room. The TV had been on several hours but she couldn't focus on it at all. Concern for Reese filled her mind and made rest impossible. He was hurt more than he was letting on. The wolf had become angry every time she suggested taking him to see a doctor, and grudgingly accepted what little medical aid Jetta could provide him with herself. Granted the closest doctor was only a day away, but Reese would have to be carried there since the old doc is too old to make house calls anymore. Jetta almost left to go and retrieve the doctor at fang-point but Reese had stopped her. Something about the look in his eyes stole her will to contest him about this. He told Jetta that her ministrations to his cuts and bruises were enough. Reese was always a bit of a macho man, and recently, he had a very bad day.

Milking the wolf for details about what happened was about as tough as pulling the teeth from a hyena football player on steroids. From what he did let on, he was attacked. Whether it was intentional or if he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time he was not certain. Four of them, all foxes wearing black furpaint on their heads and paws took him by surprise. The furapaint concealed their identities where there were no clothes in two ways.

First it hid the wearers fur color and any distinguishing marks, secondly it had an anti-pheromone base which dulled the users scent until it was so faint that there was no way to tell his/her species, let alone their identity. Two of them had long metal pipes, the other two had baseball bats. They beat him within inches of his life then left him for dead. Jetta knew Reese had a car but he insisted that it was nowhere near here, and refused to tell her now he made it to the crossroads where he knew she would find him.

Silently, she took out the trash. Sick and tired of looking at the soiled bandages from his wounds, and made sure there was something she could heat easily for him in case he wanted more soup or something, anything. Her mother gave her an old recipe made with herbs, roots, and vegetables that was used to treat most common illnesses and was good for pretty much what ailed you. She knew she was restless, that she was trying to give herself something to do, convince herself that she was helping out more than she thought she was. Jetta threw the bandages to the fire pit, and would burn them later with other discards she did not use for mulch in her garden.

"Helpless." She said to herself or nobody in particular. "I feel so damn helpless." She wished she could have been there when Reese was attacked. Her kind were easily double the mass and muscle of the people that had attacked her friend. She was no stranger to violence, her very nature was that of a hunter and a predator. Like many of her draconic race, Jetta indulged the desires and used the gifts given to her by Ma Nature. She hunted and she ate what wild animals she could bring down, oftentimes swallowing her prey whole while it was still alive. She could have been there. She could have fought them off. She could have even killed them if she had to.

Needless to say this made many others wary of her and her kind to the point of being outcast in many towns and cities. The smaller races often feared larger, predatory species. It was only natural, even biologically encoded in their genes that they should avoid beings that were higher on the food chain. Ask anyone on the street and they will swear up and down that they live and participate in a perfectly equalitarian society. Race, gender, age, species, and whatever kind of bias you can name in any society that ever existed had been abolished. It sounded great in theory, but in practice it was a different story. That's why she lived so far from others. The wind made no judgments about her, the rain played its music over the stone and leaf for her and never failed to wash away the old dust. Birds would sing and the sun would rise and warm her body. Most of the time this was almost enough to get by on, almost enough. There were a few others who had no reservations about her way of life, including Reese. Sure she could have shacked up with another dragon or found a mate, but dragons are much too territorial by nature to live with for very long, especially the males. Her heart sank as her thoughts returned back to the wolf sleeping in the other room. Her nondraconic friends were the most precious to her, and she wouldn't know what she would do if anything happened to them.

It was well into the night as she padded down the path to the pit and the mulch pile where she disposed of her refuse. Jetta kept it away from the house a good distance intentionally, as it could smell quite ripe during the hot summer months. Just outside her house, she looked over her shoulder to that empty, low area where she promised herself she would dig out and install a wading pool. The dragoness made herself this promise every year, but something always seemed to distract her and it never got done.

Her thoughts were broken when she walked back into her home and into the living room.

"Hello Gemstone." Gemstone was her nickname, teasing her after the root of her real name, Jett, and the solid black jewel she was named after.

"Reese! What are you doing out of bed? You need to rest until you're stronger!"

The wolf was sitting on her couch and shaking his head. "As many times as I've tried to get you to go to bed with me, it's my turn to say no." He came out from the bathroom into the living room.

Jetta could smell blood, and she realized that Reese had some pretty serious internal injuries.

The dragoness was in no mood to be played with, and his condition was very serious indeed. She strode to him, forgetting herself a moment.

"I've every intention to get you back in that bed, even if I have to haul your shaggy hide myself like a little cub!" She figured appealing to his pride would get him back to his rest, knowing Reese well enough that it would work under most circumstances.

"No." he said simply, stating it as if it were a proven scientific fact. "I'm dying, Gemstone."

"Then let me help you, I can take you where you can get medical care!" She was getting angry now, but the wolf continued to shake his head, breathing deep and slow, as if each breath he took was a well-thought move made in a game of chess, winner take all. Then he looked at her, like she should know something.

"Why do you think I came here instead of a hospital? If it was the right path to take I would be there now. I might even have survived. He winced a moment and held his a paw to his side, Jetta was fighting a strong urge to just walk out of the room and leave him to his foolishness. After a few moments continued, "I'm almost out of steps to take on my lifepath. I came here knowing it was the right thing to do, knowing that I get to choose the means to my end."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Anger mixed with concern and grief, she had known for a while now that he had been suffering some internal injuries. Without proper medical care, there was not much he could do but wait until the end came. She cursed herself for refusing to acknowledge the truth, once again she should have helped him but ran away instead. "You..." her voice was breaking, "You are going to live." She said each word slowly, fighting the tightness in her throat.

"You Gemstone, I'm talking about you." There was a long, awkward silence between them. He waited for her to show she knew what he meant. Jetta waited for him to explain himself. "Your gifts, your body. I want to become a part of you." Reese explained to her finally.

Jetta sobbed, tears finally coming to her. She couldn't believe how much of a stupid idiot he was being! On deaths door and all he wants is to fuck her? She could not help but feeling a little guilty denying a mans last request but she had already slept with someone for the wrong reasons and was not about to repeat the mistake.

"I know we have always made a joke of it before, but I can't go to bed with you, Reese. Not even if it's your death bed."

The wolf just laughed, which he immediately regretted but could not seem to stop. He continued to chuckle a while after he recovered. Jetta didn't understand just what was so funny.

"Ohhh I'm so tired. Make me some soup." Was all he had to say to her afterwards, sitting down onto her couch to rest.

She did as he asked in silence, feeling torn between her emotions and angry at both herself for failing her friend when he needed her and mad at him because all he could think about was getting under her tail. He sat on the couch with his eyes closed, breathing heavily as before. If he was not wounded one might have thought he was meditating, or preparing to go on a spiritual journey. Soon the food was ready and she served it to him with a large spoon in a plain white bowl. He ate the hot soup slowly, taking each bite and letting it sit on his tongue before slowly chewing the herbs and vegetables. When he was finally finished he set the bowl down on the coffee table and turned back to his hostess.

"Will you go back to bed now?" She asked him, wondering for a moment if she might put a sedative in his next bowl, let him leave this world quietly and at peace. She quickly threw the thought away however, reasoning that Reese came to her out of trust, and she could not betray him.

"No, I've only one more place to lie my dear dragon. And it is not in your bed."

"But you said-"

"I SAID" he interrupetd, "that I want to become a part of you. I did not mean my last wish is to mate with you." He stopped and chuckled, "Although when you mentioned it I was pretty tempted to change my request." He winked at her impishly. She looked as though she was about to speak again but he held up his paw to stop her until he finished saying his piece. "I'm not going to die another number."

"What are you talking about Reese?" She begged him for a clear answer. Her mind was pondering an idea, but it seemed so absurd she didn't even consider it. Yet at the same time it nagged her in the back of the dragonesses mind. It excited her.

The dying wolf took a long breath and held it a moment, gathering up the courage to put all his cards on the table.

"I want you to eat me. Alive. If you let me bond to you like this, while I'm still alive, I can meet death on my own terms. I'd not have died at someone elses whim. I'm can't allow myself to be the victim of another hate crime."

Jetta was stunned beyond speech. She stood there, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. What he was asking of her both spiritually and psychologically far outweighed sex. Did he understand what it meant for him to give himself to her this way? The implications for them both went far beyond just the physical act. Jetta had only swallowed and eaten wild animals in the past. Their uncomplicated minds and souls were all she wanted to handle. It was not all that uncommon for dragons and other predatory peoples to swallow or sometimes devour other more fully-developed life forms, but it was something she grew up not believing in. She had always wondered what it would be like to have a humanoid inside her. Digesting the body slowly, empowering herself with everything that person once was. She would have never admitted to it publicly, it was a fantasy she could scarcely admit to herself.

Now it was her turn to sit down, the room was suddenly spinning round and round quite fast. Somehow she managed to make it to the couch. Reese looked at her, not sure what to make of her body language and her silence. He put his paw on top of her talons and she came back to reality with a start.

"Surely she could not have been this shocked!" he reasoned in his mind, "I wouldn't be surprised if she had already done this with someone else... I guess not."

"Gemstone.. Jetta. I know what it means to go through with this. I may not be a spiritual progressiveist like you are. Even if that's the case, I don't care. I am a wolf, and when it's time for a wolf to die he goes off alone to meet destiny on his own terms. I know how much you respect natures way. I also know that you know how important this is to me, and how much I have to trust you to let you carry me as a part of you until you find out if you're right in your beliefs." Reese felt a little low dragging her beliefs into this, but he was starting to become desperate and as time kept marching on he was running out of options.

"All right." She said without looking at him. Her voice was level and gentle, but she had conditions. "Promise me one thing Reese. If you are reborn on four paws instead of two, come find me and live with me. You're not going to escape so easily." She smiled at him sadly, not really ready to lose his companionship in this lifetime.

He nodded in complete sincerity, then leaned got up on his knees on the couch without warning and kissed her. She was taken off guard, but the dragoness soon got used to the pleasant feel. She was not unaccomstomed to anothers touch, but this was very different. This was a kiss for life.

"I hate to uh.. seem pushy. But I'm really in a lot of pain here." The wolf said, almost comically, and put on one of his most charming faces.

Jetta closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, preparing herself mentally. Her thoughts went back to the way the wolf had done the same when he was getting the courage to ask her. Perhaps they had a lot more in common than she realized. The wolf sat patiently and waited for her to get into whatever frame of mind she needed to be in.

Her eyes opened suddenly with a sapphire flash. Her lips parted in a more wicked-looking smile and she kissed him again. He could feel her invasive tongue explore the inside of his muzzle, this time it was not seeking sensual pleasure. The wolf knew he was being tasted from the inside. His heart began to pound faster in his cracked ribs. The old pains of his body still throbbed angrily, but there was a new hope in his heart, a new light shining in his soul. He knew the act had to be done in the old roles of predator and prey. He would have been lying to claim he was not afraid of this, under any circumstances.

Jetta could sense his fear, feeling his body grow tense next to hers. She repositioned herself and pulled his body close against hers. Both of them could relax a little more now, feeling the breathing of the other. Listening to the others heart beat, rushed and excited. The dragoness rumbled deeply, a pleasant sound, resembling the purr of a cat. She rubbed his flanks with her talons, taking in his weight and width.

"This is going to be a challenge." she thought.

"Anything else you want to say?"

"Yes Jetta, thank you. Please know this is the only way I can go satisfied. You're doing me a greater service than you could know." He nuzzled her face gently with her nose, he felt very safe this close to her. Life would go on inside her, and he could become a part of it.

The dragoness took the wolf into her arms, cradling him close to her chest. She held him there for several long moments, as if rocking a hatchling to sleep. Then silently and swiftly she opened her jaws wide and slipped Reeses muzzle into her maw. His eyes were closed but he knew instantly it had begun. His paws moved back around to her front and rested on her shoulders. His nose and jaw were completely engulfed. He could feel her tongue on his neck, pressing against his pulse. Whimpering softly, feeling her lips sealing behind his ears. His senses were drowned in the large maw, his breath was almost stolen when he felt the dragoness' fangs brushing and scraping against his jaw.

Jetta leaned back on the couch, the bulk of the wolfs weight pressing against her chest. His legs sought out a grip or brace but she preferred him totally in her control. One arm stayed under his legs as she opened her jaw farther, relaxing her body to be able to fit his shoulders past her mouth. This was the most difficult part, and took a few tries before she got it down right. She was patient, knowing how important this was to both of them. Stopping go gulp some air now and then to provide her friend.. no, he was more than that now.. her companion with breathable air until she was ready.

Reese felt himself being pushed back farther, daring to look at what he was getting into when she took in more air he opened his eyes. In the back of her throat there was a puckered ring, almost like a seprate oriface. He knew this was the route to his grave but he could not help but feel excitement. The warmth and moisture of Jettas mouth also stimulated him in ways he was not expecting. Growling softly and feeling embarassed, he knew it would not be long before she noticed that he had slipped from his sheath and was as stiff as an adult wolf could be. He hoped and prayed silently to whomever may be listening that this was not going to ruin the moment for her.

A little more repositioning and she had her angle, Reese felt his shoulders slide in one at a time, and his muzzle ran swiftly into the ring of muscle. To his surprise it grabbed around his nose and started pulling! He tried to yelp, but it had his chin too!! The squishy but incredibly strong grip pulled at his face, cutting off his air for a moment.

Jettas pleasant sounds intensified, she lifted her meal higher so gravity would do most of the work. Reese was still big for her so she knew it would take some time for him to get down her long, serpentine neck and into her stomach. She swallowed on his face hard, once he got past the ring he would be able to breathe again. Once his head was pressing against her throat pleasurably she took a short break. Something wet dripped onto her thigh. Unable to look she wiped her leg in something warm and sticky. Her sharp fangs pressed dangerously against the wolfs chest as she smiled, realizing what was going on. Her prey shifted uncomfortably as she did so, so she let her face relax again. Her paw found the wolfs sex and her fingers wrapped around his penis and started stroking him gently. She was surprised that it was so wet! The tip seemed to drip quite steadily with precum, which was what hit her leg. She wished she could see what it looked like. She had no previous experience with canines sexually. They had never held any particular interest in that manner to her before. She would have to wait until he was farther down before she could get a good look at him, but figured it would be well worth the reward.

Reese gasped once as his muzzle detected air again. Thankful that he would not suffocate on the way down, he did his best to lie still as the dragons throat muscles worked around him, grooming him down, always down. He gasped again feeling a very bold touch on his privates! The gasp turned to a relieved sob as she took her liberties with him. In a way this made the whole experience more intimate and enjoyable. His hips wriggled as he comforted himself at her touch. One shoulder was through the ring now, which was staining to get the widest part of him through. Inside her tube the wolf winced in pain, getting this part of his injured body through her was not going to be fun no matter what she was doing to his cock. He tried to focus on other things to block out the pain. The massaging encouragement her throat movements made against his body. The sound of her heartbeat was like thunder, it was almost as if he was right on top of it! She took another great swallow of air, the breeze filling the passage with a brief moment of coolness, but it soon warmed up again from their combined heat. He closed his eyes and moved around a bit, remembering her stories of how these movements were pleasing to her.

It was hard to suppress the giggles she felt coming on, but she forced herself not to break the mood. The wolfs movements inside her were uniquely pleasant, her paw leaving his wolfhood a moment to press against her neck and feel him moving about inside her. The majority of his body was in her mouth and throat now, gravity and her muscles would do the rest. She took his balls in her hand and squeezed them, realizing it had been a while since she had been sexually active with anyone. Her talon stroked him farther back, lightly scraping the muscle that led back to his anus. The ivroy poking and probing under his tail teasingly while the pads of her other paw continued to milk his stalk. She could see the canines pride now, and she decided to take another short break. It was bigger than she expected, Reese had not been lying when he bragged to her that he could satisfy her just as well as anyone closer to her size. Inside her body, she could swear that the wolf was licking her throat. She gave him more air, keeping track of time between her breaths and swallows as best she could. She wanted more than just to touch him, so she took him in further. Her tongue snaked out as she swallowed, wrapping around the wolfs penis and welcoming it into her mouth. He held him there, holding him tightly by his waist with her throat pucker. The taste was not what she expected but it was not unpleasant either. The dick tasted meaty and also felt very wet. Her tongue moved in place of her hand now, the wolf inside her crawling and trying to hold himself in place to make the moment last.

Jetta chuckled. Only Reeses hips, groin, and legs remained. She continued to suck and torment his erection with her tongue while her talons moved to other parts of her body, tending to more of her own needs that had arisen during their ritual. She knew where she wanted him most so when she felt the wolfs knot start to grow she swallowed him farther. Stopping his decent just in time to grab his knot with her tight ring of throat muscle. He howled within her, the pain in him all but forgotten as he cummed. His sex pressed tightly between the both of them and his entire body thrashing and writhing in ecstacy.

In a few moments it was over, and Jetta knew that he could not have much more strength left so she quickened his journey down the dark path. He fell into her gullet as she swallowed over and over. His body moving into her stomach and stretching her belly out considerably. She took several deep breaths, seeing bright lights before her eyes as she recovered from the strain of the act. Her talon pads rubbing over her companion inside her, feeling him move around and try to get comfortable.

Reese nestled as best he could in this new bed, his final resting place. He smiled a smile that nobody would ever see, his own goals had been met. He could now resign himself to death with a clear head and a clean soul. He had not expected her to play with him sexually but he could not complain. His feelings for her seemed to grow exponentially as he was turned over by her stomach. The insides were wet and it smelled strongly of her acidic juices in here. He did not care, he was not a victim anymore. He was free. Feeling Jetta rub her belly from the outside he nuzzled and pressed his paw against her talons from the inside. It was harder to breathe in here, and he noticed she swallowed air for him less and less frequently.

The dragoness had a fair idea on how to release him before he started to get too uncomfortable. She paced the breaths of air she swallowed, but could not stop her stomach acid or keep her stomach from turning him every now and then. She stroked him from the outside of her body with both sets of talons. His movements filled her with pleasure, sometimes tickling and causing her to laugh and chuckle. Slowly and comfortingly she administered to him, feeling his breathing slow as he entered a deep sleep. She doubled the amount of time she would wait between taking breaths for him until eventually all movement within her stopped.

It was not until now that sadness returned, but it did not last long. What was once Reese had now become a part of her. She was no longer quite as alone as she thought she was. Over time as she digested his body she grew more and more sure of this. She could help him after all. She saved his life by making it a part of her own.

"I think" she said after an hour of petting her stomach and singing that sweet rumbling purr to her companion, "I'm going to put in that pool this year."

THE END

WOLF a poem by Kyllistin

WOLF white fur holds in the warmth

WOLF with snowflakes on his muzzle

WOLF howls to his mate

WOLF howls to his ancestors

WOLF signing his name on the tree and the rock

WOLF howl to his brothers and sisters

WOLF howling for fun, the pups join in

WOLF howls howls howls

WOLF news is brought on the wind

WOLF beneath his brothers and sisters, sleeping as winter covers them

WOLF living on thirty miles a day

WOLF ambushing an unwary sister for fun

WOLF knows, guides, teaches

WOLF wearing his heart on his tail

WOLF smells a moose giving birth five miles away

WOLF chasing raven for staining his muzzle dark with caribou guts

WOLF hears the call of his brother ten miles away

WOLF looking at you from the trees

WOLF taking food from the cougar, if he escapes in one piece

WOLF his wounds licked by a concerned pack

WOLF standing guard at the den, pups arriving today

WOLF in bed wearing grandmothers clothes, curiosity

WOLF urinating on stone blocks put up to scare him away

WOLF attacking man only in mans imagination

WOLF keeping the herds fit and healthy

WOLF chases raven, who dives and dances and plays

WOLF lost only his eyes when the gods made all animals like men

WOLF red fur and a smile, blood mingled with a tricksters

WOLF shortening the tails of bison and naughty yearlings

WOLF whose bones break under an angry hoof

WOLF harassing the omega who wets himself in frantic submission

WOLF lives a short life when alone

WOLF long and narrow, a hunter built for snow

WOLF sees man become a farmer and give up the hunt

WOLF damned by human imagination

WOLF killed out of greed

WOLF killed out of doubt

WOLF killed out of fear

WOLF killed out of guilt

WOLF killed for fun

WOLF killed for being a wolf