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In the voice of Timothy Whiskers

So I was in. Keith decided that he wanted me living in his apartment, and hey, who was I to argue? So good riddance to squatting in a nook at a department store, and hello life of luxury. The first time Keith showed me around his place, I thought I was dead. This was the kind of place they gave you when you went to heaven. Exquisite interior design in the living room -- the difference between his place and Jerry's was night and day. The furniture was classy, the color scheme was gorgeous -- earth tones, very homey. Couch and chairs arranged around a huge faux fireplace that was set into the wall. Giant flat-screen TV hanging over it, stereo speakers hanging to either side. He had a cabinet in the corner with a sexy-looking array of electronics -- stereo, DVD player, DVR box, the works. All very high end, all very state of the art... except for one thing.

He had a video game console, but it wasn't one of the newer ones -- it was an Atari. It stood out on the shelf with its real wood panelling -- I found out later that Keith had made the modification himself, very classy -- and giant switches all over the place. Heh, it had a switch for black and white graphics and everything. Groovy. He kept the joysticks to either side of it like armed guards, and there was a short stack of cartridges stuck in what must have been a custom storage unit, all the labels pointing out so you could read the titles. Space Shuttle, Centipede, Oystron, Pac-Man, Pitfall -- some of them I recognized, some of them I didn't.

The kitchen looked classy, but it didn't especially catch my eye. The utilities were compact, leaving enough room for a mini bar and a modest dinner table layout. The bathroom -- good lord! He had two of them! One was fairly normal -- toilet, sink, tub. But the other one -- he'd had everything removed and converted it into a hot tub! Whirlpool and everything! It was gorgeous, all tan and curvy.

And then we came to his bedroom. He kept it very neat -- the bed was made with hospital corners and everything. Other than a suspicious smell of jelly in the air, you wouldn't think anything of the place. But then he slid open the door and introduced me to his walk-in closet. It was like a small adult toy store in there. He showed off his collection of sex accessories -- butt plugs in various sizes and colors; dildos in various species including, he claimed, one that he had personally modelled for; whips and chains and collars and leashes and leather gear; cock rings and mouth rings and an anal spreader and...

Oh god. The fox had a litter box. Who keeps a litter box in with their sex toys? A filthy bastard, that's who.

The plan was, Keith would adopt me as a pet. The whole matter was resolved at the public courthouse in a matter of hours; we were there at seven thirty on the Monday following my date with Jerry, and I was Keith's property before lunch. My public records had long been lost to obscurity, so the whole thing went off without a hitch. See what I mean about mice? No one keeps track of them. We just sort of come and go, and the system ignores the whole thing.

I'm not going to complain though. All told, being Keith's pet was a pretty sweet gig. He put me on his cell phone plan and let me use this cool pawtop computer that he'd gotten tired of having. It was my first experience having unlimited Internet access. Pretty addictive stuff; kept me busy when I was all by myself.

I was given full access to the Atari as long as the TV was available. At first I played it just for the camp value -- the terrible graphics were a laugh the first couple of games that I played. But the more I played with it, the more the games grew on me. I was surprised how much I liked some of them, like this one where hamburger ingredients are flying at you and you have to put them together into a sandwich in a certain time limit. I spent one afternoon figuring out the space shuttle flight simulator -- good thing Keith still had the book for it or I never would have gotten anywhere with it. The joystick was perfect for me, of course; I could stand on the base, tip the joystick around by leaning with it, and stomp the fire button with my paw. Eventually, the console itself had to come down to the floor so that I could use it more easily. Turned out that Keith had largely forgotten about it himself before I came along, and when he saw me playing with it, he started to get back into it. Even let me in on his secret stash of games that he kept in his closet -- some he hadn't touched in over ten years. I kept my favorites under the couch so I could switch them in whenever I wanted.

He set me up with a shoebox under the couch where I could keep my stuff and the bed I got from Jerry. I was given free run of the apartment, including full snack priviledges, but I had a spot where I could retreat if I needed a little privacy -- or, more to the point, if he and Jerry needed a little privacy.

See, I wasn't actually surprised. I sort of figured from the beginning that, moving in with a guy who already had a boyfriend, I'd end up being kind of a third wheel. Jerry seemed to like me well enough and all, but... for the most part, whenever Keith whipped out the handcuffs and the condoms, I did the polite thing and made myself scarce. Seriously, no big deal. I got enough lovin' from Keith when it was the two of us. One day, he took me to work, and I spent the day riding around in his underwear. One morning, he woke me up by jacking off into the door of my shoebox and painting the walls with his jizz. It's the little things like that that really make your day, you know? And we could still do things together -- we ate dinner, watched TV... They taught me how to play Clue and Risk. We had a great time.

But... yeah, it took me a little bit to get into the loop with them, as it were. I could understand.

That's why it kind of threw me off guard when Jerry came over the night after his little trip to the woods. He had a strange look on his face -- devious and mischevious, things that I wasn't used to seeing on him. Keith met him at the door, and just as I was getting ready to make myself scarce, he said something that rang ominously in my ears.

"I've come for the mouse."

"Oh sure!" Keith replied. "Let me get him." He padded over, hopped lightly on top of the couch, and hung over the edge, looking at me upside down. "Timothy Whiskers!" he announced. "A Mister Seder is here for you. Are you available for an overnight adventure?"

Huh! I wondered briefly where that had come from. "I guess so, sure."

"Ah, excellent." He stuffed me in my shoebox in a rather matter-of-fact sort of way and picked it up. I got down flat on the bottom as it bounced along across the length of Keith's apartment.

"There you are, sir," Keith said briskly, and I felt the box change hands. "One Timothy Whiskers, as requested. I'll need him home sometime tomorrow, whenever it's convenient for you. Just make sure you bring him back alive."

"Don't worry," Jerry said, a strange bent in his voice. "I'll take good care of him."

"Jerry." Keith's voice had taken on a serious tone that made me suddenly doubt the wisdom of undertaking this adventure. "Seriously. Bring him back alive."

I spent the entire trip in my shoebox. Jerry never opened the lid once, so I didn't get to see a bit of it. I heard car doors opening and closing and an engine roaring to life, so at the very least, I knew we were going by automobile. Jerry didn't volunteer any information -- didn't even say a word. Of course, I didn't ask any questions either. Frankly, I rather enjoyed the mystery of it all.

The ride finally came to an end, and I was carried through a pair of creaky doors. Just a little more movement, and then brilliant, blinding light as the lid came off of my shoebox. And looming overhead, the face of a grinning wolf.

"Hey Tim."

"Hey," I grinned back. "So... what's up?"

"I thought I'd surprise you," he explained. "Bring you over to my place for the night. We haven't really done anything, just the two of us, since the pizza place."

"Huh. Cool." I opened the flap at the front of my shoebox and found myself on the coffee table in the living room half of Jerry's trailer. "So, what did you have in mind?"

He milled around the room a bit, tail wagging. Stopped to light a tea candle in his oil warmer. And finally came in for a landing on the couch facing me. "That's what I'd like you to tell me."

I blinked. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well. When we first met, you seemed to find me attractive. Is that correct?"

My ears flipped back. "Well yes."

"Well, tonight you can have me," he stated. "Any way you want."

Took a second for that one to get all the way through. "What, seriously?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "Seriously."

Hmmmm. "Just so we're on the same page here, you mean in a sexual sense, right?"

"Yep. Thing is, I've never had sex with someone your size. But I'm interested in learning. I want to know what you want and how I can do it for you."

Whoa. My very own wolf for the night. I had a hard time believing that -- it was just so... unexpected. What do you even do with a wolf all to yourself? Much less a wolf who promises he'll do anything you want.

"So, like... If I tell you to take off your shirt... ?"

FWIP. Off it went, draped over the side of the couch. And there was his shaggy body, complete with shaggy gut.

Nice. Very user-friendly, this one was. Gosh, there was so much I'd always wanted to do with a wolf that I couldn't get my head around all of it. Where do you even start? Everywhere you look on a wolf there's something sexy. I wished that he'd given me a little more advance notice on this thing; I could've come up with a list or something. I spun it around in my head for a bit, and finally decided that there was no harm just picking something at random. "Okay," I mused. "Let's take a look at those paws of yours."

The socks came off one at a time, and then he stretched out, resting his heels on the edge of the coffee table where I stood. There was one to either side of me, each several times my size. Big, soft, squishy pads. This was the first time I'd gotten this close to the undersides of them. Had that pungeant "stuffed in a sweaty sock all day" smell to them. I knew what had to come next.

"All right," I grinned. "Squash me."

He cocked his head slightly at that request. "Safety word is red light," he announced.

Oh dear. I had the strangest feeling that I'd need it.

And then, to my surprise, he pulled a cushion off of the couch and set it on the floor. Aha! What a clever wolf he was. He picked me up and dropped me on the edge of the cushion. Took me a second to stand up, and then I found myself staring up at a rather intimidating tower of wolf.

He grinned down at me. Raised one foot. "Kiss your ass goodbye."

I screamed, scrunching up reflexively as he struck. I braced myself for a crushing blow, but it didn't come. Instead, I felt a firm pressure suddenly touch my head. I opened my eyes and gasped. His heel was against the cushion, and I was just in front of it. The rest of his paw arched over me like the looming monster it was. It grazed the very top of my head, applying pressure to it.

The pressure was growing stronger.

I panicked and squeaked, trying to scamper out from under his paw, making my way toward the toes. But he was bringing his foot down on top of me, and as I reached the ball of his foot, it had me bent over on my hands and knees, making it very difficult to continue moving. Shit, he was toying with me and everything! With every ounce of effort I had -- both of them -- I set my feet into the cushions, gripped the ball of his foot with my hands, and struggled to stand myself up. I pushed with all I could against his weight until I actually made enough progress to stand up straight. And then, all at once...

THOOOM.

He leaned his full weight on top of me and I crumpled like a soda can under his foot. I squeaked in despair, and then my view vanished behind wolf toes as I was squished deep into the cushion. To add insult to injury, he twisted his foot back and forth, grinding me into the ground. I could see the scoreboard now: Wolf 1, Mouse 0.

The foot lifted, and I groaned, feeling my body start to spring back into shape. "There," Jerry said triumphantly. "You're squashed."

Oh god. That was... gorgeous. I felt like a truck hit me, but at least it hadn't knocked me out like it had when he sat on me. "Hmmmmmm," I said with a dopey smile. "Do it again."

STOMP! No playing around this time. I was a bug, and he was rubbing me the fuck out. I rubbed my face into his squishy pawpads, squeaking in bliss as I got the receiving end of a wolf's stomper. Started dry humping a little.

No. No, no no... I had to hold myself back. I had a lot of wolf I wanted to cover; if I spent myself, that would be the end of it.

"Yellow light! Yellow light!" I called out.

The paw withdrew, and he looked down at me. "You all right?"

"Never better," I grinned. "Just wanted to get out of there before I made a mess."

"Fair enough," he said, wagging his tail smugly. "So what's next?"

What indeed. I had a terrific idea. "Okay... Take off your pants."

He unbuttoned and slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Stepped out and kicked them away. Nothing quite drives home the fact that you're hanging around with giants like seeing their dicks and balls flopping out unabashedly. Flaccid, but... Yeah, just a little lift to it, probably a good sign.

"Okay," I grinned. "Turn around."

He turned, waving his tail.

"Tail up."

It hiked up, and I was suddenly given a glorious look straight up his fat, gray ass. God, he could take my whole bed. I briefly considered changing tactics, but decided I should go ahead with the original plan.

"Okay. Take me back to the couch and sit on me."

After what happened last time, I sort of expected him to refuse, or to at least ask a question. Instead, he turned to me with a broad, toothy grin. Whatever that wolf did to him yesterday, it certainly put him in an... aggressive mood!

Just as I'd asked, he lifted my cushion up, fit it back onto the couch, and landed his fat ass on top. I was smothered in hair and flesh. It wasn't even nearly as bad this time; there's a world of difference between being sandwiched between unyielding denim and wood compared to soft butt fat and spongey couch cushion. Strangely... comfortable. Snug. I was actually starting to feel a pleasant looseness in my joints, and I found myself wondering if there was some sort of real benefit to this treatment. Did chiropractors know about the virtues of being sat on by a fat wolf? Maybe I'd made a breakthrough.

BWWUURRRRRRRT! Oh no, speaking of breakthroughs... There was an awful moment of anticipation as it filtered through the sponge of the couch cushion, and then it wafted through me, ripe like dog shit. I gagged and squirmed to try and get away from it. Wolf seemed to find the whole thing pretty amusing.

In spite of the occasional gas leak, I spent a long time under Jerry's butt. It was quiet. Meditative. Calming. Warm. Safe. I had to call a yellow light before I simply fell asleep there. He leaned to one side, and I crawled out from underneath. Nice as it was, a breath of fresh air was quite welcome, especially now that the air was starting to smell of roses from the oil warming nearby. Heh. I'd been down there so long that he'd pulled out a book to read.

"I was starting to wonder if you were out for the night," he mused. "Got any more ideas?"

"Well..." He did say anything, didn't he? "For the longest time now, I've had this strange curiosity about going gerbilling."

He blinked. "Gerbilling?"

I nodded, blushing. "You take a tube, stick it up your butt, and let a small animal run up it. Like a gerbil. Or a mouse." I grinned. "Only problem is, the way most guys do it, it's fatal for the small animal in question."

"Sounds like fun," he growled. "Let me find some lube."

My heart raced as he padded off. Oh man. Oh shit, what was I getting myself into? There was a sound of water running down the hall, and then he returned carrying a tube of jelly, his diaphragm... and a short length piece of PVC tubing.

"Where'd you get that from?" I asked.

He held up the pipe. "Little do it yourself job a while back," he grinned. "Pretty sure I can take it."

And so he could. I watched in quiet fascination as he got himself fitted up for the expedition. Slipped his diaphragm in, lubed up both sides of the connection, and sat down on one end of the pipe. It slooooooooooooowly oozed its way up his spreading ass. It didn't look like a very comfortable fit, but the expression on the wolf's face clearly told a different story. His eyes were closed in bliss, and his tongue was spilling out over his teeth happily.

Wuff with an anal fixation. Yummy.

He stretched out on his stomach on the couch, legs spread. The pipe naturally wanted to stick straight up, so he pushed down on it until the end nearly touched the couch. "All right," he said at last, "All aboard."

I crawled up and peeked into the darkness cautiously. I've had animals step on me or sit on me before, but I'd never, ever been a gerbil before. The smell was weaker than I expected; I just hoped that we'd get through this without another gas attack. I wanted to take it slowly, but no sooner had I stepped through the edge than he let the pipe go, bouncing straight up again. The incline was a little steep, and I started sliding against my will, suddenly just a tiny bit scared shitless that I was tumbling out of control right up a wolf's --

There was a murr of satisfaction as Jerry's colon swallowed me.

At least I had the benefit of sterile latex to protect me from my vile environment. It was almost pitch black, the only light being a tiny, tiny circle somewhere at the top of the tube, giving me just enough to see vague flitting shadows if I waved a paw in front of my face. Jerry's diaphragm wasn't much bigger than I was, so I couldn't explore very deeply. Basically, I had just enough room to crawl in and stretch completely out in the small space beyond the tube. I had a brief moment of panic when I became aware of a... substance of some sort starting to get all over my fur, but to my great relief, I realized it was just some of the lube that he'd used to get the pipe in.

Whew. Dodged a bullet there.

It was an interesting surface to crawl around on. Kind of like those bouncing castles kids play in, a strange combination of firm and elastic. I pawed around, trying to comprehend the idea that I was completely inside another living animal's body. It was a strange and fascinating proposition, being a guest in someone else's colon. Thinking of another living animal as a structure that could be entered. Like a library. Jerry the Library.

And then my paws came upon a sort of... slightly raised bit. I pawed at it, trying to judge what it was by the size and shape, and I was rewarded with a distant, blissful rumbling. Took me a second to realize what I'd found -- it was Jerry's G spot! His magic button! I could control this whole wolf from right here! I gave it a good long rub, listening in amusement to the reactions I got. I found myself starting to wonder if I could alter the tone by rubbing in just the right way. Maybe I could play Mary Had a Little Lamb on him.

And then I started to get another idea.

I turned myself around, got myself comfortable, put both paws on the lip of the PVC pipe, and ground myself against the little bump. The reaction was startled, yet positive. And so, I secured my place in history as the first mouse to try and fuck a wolf.

Unfortunately, I didn't become the first mouse in history to fuck a wolf to orgasm. Frankly, the whole experience just wasn't as big a turn-on as I'd expected. But hey, at least now I didn't have to spend the rest of my life wondering what's up a wolf's ass.

I clawed my way back up the pipe and dropped to the cushion below. "Okay, I'm out." The next stop was the bathroom sink for a healthy dose of antibacterial soap.

Jerry rinsed the soap off of his diaphragm and carefully patted it dry with a clean towel. "Got anything else in mind?"

"Oh, I dunno," I said, lathering my tummy up. "I'd kind of like a chance to just... explore you for a little bit. If that's all right."

He blinked. "Explore me?"

"You know," I grinned. "Just... poke you here and there. Get a good look at you. See what kind of beast you really are."

He nodded, washing the slimy end of the piping off. "Hey, sure."

I rinsed off under the faucet, and Jerry rolled me dry in the folds of a big, fuzzy towel. He walked me down the hall again, but instead of going to the living room, he took me further toward the back of the trailer to a small room with a messy bed and clothes on the floor. Ooooo... his bedroom. It wasn't hard to catch the hint he was sending me there. He stretched out comfortably in bed, a naked beast lying on his back. I kicked off the last of my clothes and scampered up on his chest, whiskers twitching. I'd had sex with larger animals before but... this was decidedly different. Usually, I ended up being little more than a masturbation toy. Nothing wrong with that, frankly I got a kick out of it, but it was a whole different proposition having a real one on one encounter and calling the shots.

I couldn't hold back my grin. "Well," I decided, "Let's start with a kiss then."

I padded up to his muzzle, and he welcomed me with thick, fuzzy lips. I closed my eyes, and my tail shot out straight. It felt like my whole head was enveloped in his kiss, and I had to turn to one side so I could breathe, squeaking pitifully. He held me close with one thick, padded finger. I wasn't used to this, no not at all. There was so much... love, so much unconditional affection in his touch that I felt like it was going to melt me. This must be what it's like, I thought. Being mated to a wolf. Fidelity. I put both arms around his chin and hugged him for all I was worth. I felt like I could stay like that forever.

But I broke away at last. Sighing blissfully. Catching my breath.

Next thing I had to see were those sexy chops of his. I padded over to the side of his mouth and lifted up the curtain of his lips. There were thicky, heavy molars clenched tightly together on the other side. I knocked on one of them. "Open up once." He complied, thick strands of drool stretching between his jaws as they parted. Absolutely sick. He was a monster. He opened just enough that I could get my head through. It was dark on the inside, but not as dark as his anus. I could see lines of contrast, but all of the soft pink muscle looked solid black. The inside was like a steam room, hot and moist, with an oppressive stink of dog breath. The billows worked relentlessly, a soft whoosh of air rushing back and forth down his throat with a soft, gutteral growling noise.

"Hmmmm.... Say 'Ahhh'."

"AHHHHHHHH." His throat dilated wide, and I could see a bit of the mottled texture toward the back. Mmmmmmm. Soft. Inviting. The last thing a sausage sees. Or a mouse.

"Let's see you swallow."

Back of the tongue squeezed against the back of the throat. Glruk. He could put away an animal my size, simple as that. Barely even had to think about it. It sent chills down my spine.

I turned away and padded a trail through the thick, clumpy fur, down from his neck, across his chest, and up the hill of his belly. I flopped over on my back and buried myself in his fur, staring up at the ceiling meditatively as I rode his belly up and down. It rose several inches into the air, and then sank gently down again, a calm, steady rhythm, like ocean waves, as he breathed. His bowels were rumbling like a coming storm, low and ominous. Of course, now I know what he was thinking about, but at the time... I didn't suspect how things were going to turn out. Not even in my wildest imagination.

I just went about my business, blissfully ignorant of the fate he had in mind for me. I thought there was one last thing that I really wanted to see here, so I turned my attention to the bottom of the hill, where his dick drooped like a sleeping beast and his nuts hung heavy between his legs. I lay down on my stomach, head propped up in my paws, tail whisking. "All right," I commanded. "Let's see you jack off for a bit."

The effect was immediately visible. His dick started to unfurl and stretch itself out luxuriously, like it was waking up from an afternoon nap. Wolf liked to perform, it seemed -- he was getting hard at the simple suggestion that he show off for me. I watched for a long time in quiet, voyeuristic fascination. He worked himself into an erection, most of his attention near the head. He reached his free paw down under his nuts.

"Hold up, hold up." He paused and released himself, panting in an irritated coitus interruptus sort of way. I sprinted down the hill, crawled up onto his dick, and embraced it. Fully erect, it was appreciably taller than I was, but not too overwhelming. "Okay," I grinned up at him. "Game on."

He squeezed me between his palm and his dick. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but it was still a little tricky getting a good lungful of breath in here and there. He took a couple moments to experiment, looking down quizzically as he stroked me up and down the length of his dick, but his eyes didn't really flutter shut until he ran my stomach over his head. Heh. I looped my arms together, trying to crown his head with them, but I could tell that it was really his game by this point. Sticky goop started to ooze from him, and it started sticking to me pretty thick. I let myself go, just hanging on to enjoy the ride.

There was a sudden moment of hesitation, his head thrown back and his abs clenching. I tried to scramble forward to seize the opportunity. "Okay, okay!" I shouted. "Hit me!"

I got the point across just in time. I was sort of hoping that he'd pelt me in the face or the stomach or something. But no. He slid me forward and sat me squarely on his head. I took a nervous glance backwards and then... RUFF! RUFF! My butt was pasted repeatedly, washed with bucket after bucket of wolf jizz. Good god, at least he hadn't tried to impale me or something.

He looked down at me again, satiated smile on his face. "So," he mused. "How was that?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah, pretty good."

He mopped up the rest of his come puddle with my body and set me down, stretching out to enjoy his afterglow. He didn't seem to notice as I took the trek, sticky and blushing, back up his belly and across his chest, sliding down his shoulder to the divet of his armpit. It was warm and snug and stank agreeably of wolf -- just the place to get a little masturbation in.

He suddenly turned to look at me, surprised. "Are you finishing up already?"

"Yeah. I think that's basically everything I wanted to get done."

"You think so?" he grinned. "Because I happen to know for a fact that you're not done yet."

"Oh? How do you know that?"

Ack! He suddenly reached down, pinched me between thumb and forefinger and flew me up until I was dangling over his nose. He had a strange, intent look on his face, and his lips were peeled away into a sexy grin.

"Because," he rumbled, "I haven't eaten you yet."

I felt myself going cold. "What do you mean? Are you... are you going to?" Because if he was planning on it, yeah, that would be something worth saving an orgasm for.

"You haven't asked me to," he pointed out. "And you are calling the shots tonight."

"Set me down once," I squeaked. It was comforting to come in for a landing on Jerry's chest -- it meant I was still in control. "Okay, now... Keith told you to bring me home alive."

He nodded. "And I will."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "So, are you telling me that you know how to eat me without killing me?"

"Yes," he grinned. "I am."

I looked up at him wide-eyed. "Okay, you can make that thing happen now please sir," I said softly.

It was time for another bathroom sink shower, and then he brought me to the kitchen for a rundown of his plan. Quite ingenious really. He had a cardboard box that was filled with mouse-sized scuba diving equipment -- wetsuit, goggles, oxygen tank, little forehead-mounted light, the whole deal. I could splash around in his guts to my heart's content, safe and clean.

"I haven't eaten anything for twelve hours," he explained, "So it should be nice and clean for you down there. The tank should have forty minutes of oxygen in it, but I'm going to pull you up again in fifteen, just in case something goes wrong when we're not in contact."

"PUll me up?"

He grinned and held up an unopened container of dental floss. "I got you a lifeline."

I looked around at all of the stuff he'd put together for me. It couldn't have set him back very much -- mouse-sized materials never do -- but the thought that he'd gotten it all together by himself was singularly touching. "This is just... amazing. I don't..." I waved at the pile of gear helplessly. "Why did you do all of this for me?"

He grinned. "Well... It seemed like something you really wanted. And it looks like we're going to be in the same pack together now. You and me and Keith. I guess I just wanted to welcome you to our family."

I blushed up in spite of myself. Dawww, what a sappy guy.

He jabbed a claw in my chest. "Now get dressed. I'm hungry."

The gear took a little experimentation, but it went on all right in the end. Jerry basically made me a whole harness out of dental floss -- wove it between my legs, around my shoulders, around my waist, over and over again, double and triple knotting everything. He didn't want to take any chances of losing me. I tested out my air tank, checked and rechecked and doublerechecked the air pressure, tested my headlamp. I pulled the mask up and gave Jerry a thumbs up. "Okay!" I called up. "I'm all ready!"

Jerry was drinking a tall glass of water in preparation. He set it down and smirked at me. "No," he said. "Not yet you're not."

Before I could ask, he stepped over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of brown mustard. I squeaked out as he scooped me up, laid me flat against his paw, and applied a thick coat of it down the front of my chest.

"There," he grinned. "Now you're dinner."

Oh shit. I quickly slipped my mask back down as his muzzle dove down to meet me. My instinct was to try and scramble away as the tongue scooped me up and pushed me back, but luckily, it was nothing against the unstoppable force of a wolf seeking snack food. I flicked my head lamp on and found myself looking through the wrong side of a canine grin, jaws rocking about as he worked me toward the back. I turned myself around. Good god, it was gorgeous, mottled pink and black, fat, sucking glottis. Once I saw it, my fight was gone. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't want to see what was down there. Still, I could feel my blood pressure rising as I rolled closer and closer, tipping over the precipice, and into...

Horror.

There aren't many animals who get the honor of seeing straight down another animal's throat and living to tell about it. Right at the precipice, around the Adam's Apple, there's just this... huge ugly construct, looks like some sort of horrible alien maw. I guess that's the larynx. It's right around the switching point between the lungs and the stomach. One hard GULP and I was shuttling through, until I found myself in a long, rather nondescript pink tube. The glass of water had flushed out some of the mucus from the walls, but not all of it. My light didn't penetrate the darkness more than a couple inches in front of my face. The most fascinating thing about it was the sensation, sort of a slow-motion free-fall, squeezed all around from all sides, the eerie, elastic way the alimentary muscles spread out of the way to allow your passage and gently winced closed behind you to keep you pushing along. It was a long, long road to travel, deep into the center of the wolf.

I emerged through the sphincter and hit the water at the bottom of Jerry's stomach. I floated, panting, staving off the double panic of knowing I was in the belly of a beast and trying to breathe underwater. I closed my eyes and willed myself. Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths...

BRUUUUP! The wolf's gut suddenly shook around me with the surest sign I could get that I'd been enjoyed.

I shook. My teeth chattered. So, this is what it's like to be swallowed alive. Buried under dozens of inches of some other animal's flesh. Defeated and overcome as thoroughly and as finally as you possibly can be. Nothing to look forward to but your own digestion. The stomach was smaller than I imagined it; maybe a little bigger than the bedroom I had when I was growing up. I checked out the sights above and below the water level, but they were about the same. The walls of the stomach were in constant motion. Every now and then, it looked like the whole place was wrung through a narrow ring. The water sloshed back and forth like some sort of half-hearted wave pool.

I turned over and floated on my back, just enjoying the ride while I could. One thing I'd always wondered was how I would react if I was ever actually swallowed alive. If it would really turn me on as much as my fantasies did. Now, to be fair, it would probably be different if I was trapped in a swamp of half-digested french fries and suffocating to death in the dark, but in this particular situation... yes. Yes, I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. The only trouble was, my attempts to masturbate through my wetsuit only served to frustrate me further, so I gave it up and simply drifted along, soaking up the meditative atmosphere and oppressive body heat of Jerry's gut.

Too soon, it was all over. My harness suddenly lifted me out of the water and, with some gentle coaxing, back through his stomach sphincter. I emerged from wolf jaws mellow and slightly boiled, beaming from ear to ear. I landed on Jerry's paw, sprawled out on my back, and pulled my mask off to get a breath of fresh air.

"So," he said, smiling shyly, "What did you think? Was it everything that you thought it was going to be?"

I nodded weakly. "You're a beautiful animal, Jerry. A beautiful, beautiful animal."

I spent the night at his place. He slept on his stomach. I curled up in his underwear, next to his butt.