In the fruit grove
#1 of Wolves and Mice
"It's right over here," Jerry yells back at his friend. They round the last bend in the creek, cross over a nearby ridge, and there it is - a grove of berry bushes. All the fruit a mouse could ever hope to eat. Jerry, a brown field mouse, discovered this place last week after he'd snuck away from the village. The village elders didn't let the younger mice leave the village. They were petrified by the thought that some predator would follow them back to the village.
Today, Jerry has come back with Jason, a tan mouse who's been his friend since childhood. Jason has never been particularly adventurous. Jerry had had to talk him into coming today. The two teens had crept out of their village early that morning before anyone could notice them leaving or stop them. Now the mice have arrived at the fruit grove, and it's time to feast.
"They're close," thinks the grey wolf. He'd caught the mice's scent several minutes ago, and had crept up carefully on the grove in which they are feasting on some berries. At the thought of what he had in store for them, his mouth starts to water. He silently creeps up to the ridge at the edge of the grove, and peaks his head over. There are two of them, both oblivious to his presence. Perfect!
In a flash, he jumps across the ridge, and is on them. They never saw or heard him coming. He drops down and with lightning-quick reflexes snatches up both of the mice, one in each of his paws.
"Why hello, little ones. I'm Remus." The mice are too terrified to respond coherently. They squirm, trying desperately to get away, but the wolf has a solid grip on both of them. Remus sits back on his haunches, and brings both of the mice up to his snout. He makes a great show of opening it and licking his lips, giving them a good view of his tongue, rows of sharp teeth, and the black cavernous gullet at the back. "Where is your village, little ones? The one who doesn't tell me gets to be my lunch. The one who does tell me, I'll let you go."
Jason is in a state of shock, too dumbstruck to respond. Jerry is a bit more coherent. "Don't tell him, you idiot! He's going to eat us either way," he yells at the other. Remus gives the defiant mouse a squeeze, crushing his body in a vice-like grip and forcing the air from his lungs with a terrible squeak. Jason looks to be considering the wolf's offer, but is clearly going to need some stronger encouragement. Remus knows just how to give him some.
Bringing both mice up to eye level, the wolf slowly opens his maw and sticks his tongue out, wrapping it around Jerry's body. The tongue lifts the mouse out of the paw, and drags him into the wolf's snout. Remus closes his lips around the mouse, feeling the rodent beat against his tongue and palate, and rumbles in pleasure. He sucks on the mouse, enjoying the sweaty, meaty flavor.
Remus tilts his muzzle up, and holds his other paw - with Jason still firmly in his grip- high above his head. He opens his mouth, giving the second mouse an excellent view of the first. Jerry is scrabbling against the tongue, trying to find a foothold, but to no avail. Jerry slides backwards towards the rumbling gullet. The wolf closes his mouth and smiles very widely.
Jason can't believe this is happening to him. He'd never wanted to come on this stupid trip, and now look where he is - held high in the air, looking down into the wolf's muzzle, where his friend is fighting to stay as far away from the wolf's throat as possible. Jason's sensitive ears can pick out his friend's high-pitched cries. The whole time, the wolf is looking straight at him.
The wolf closes his mouth, and smiles widely. Jason feels the paw shifting under him, and finds himself pressed firmly against the wolf's throat. He hears and feels the wolf swallow his friend. A bulge containing a struggling Jerry slides past. The bulge descends down the wolf's throat, depositing Jerry in the wolf's waiting stomach.
Jerry is doing his best to find a foothold on the tongue, trying to climb as far away from the wolf's throat as he can. But the steep angle of ascent and saliva slicked tongue and teeth make it impossible. Try as he might, he keeps sliding backwards. Just as he passes under the wolf's tonsils, he looks up and sees his friend staring down at him. The muzzle closes, and Jerry is surrounded by darkness. A second later, he feels himself stuffed headfirst into the wolf's throat. The wolf has swallowed him.
Jerry is gripped tightly by the walls of the throat. Peristalsis takes hold, pushing him down the throat. He glides past the bulge created by the wolf pressing Jason against the throat. A moment later, he emerges headfirst into the wolf's stomach.
It's dark in here. Warm too. The bottom is not level, so Jerry has to crawl on all fours like a non-anthro mouse. He scurries to the front wall (as best he can tell what the front is) and starts beating on it. "LET ME OUT! PLEASE!"
Jerry feels the stomach starting to fill up with acids, pumping in to digest him. Jerry's feels his skin starting to tingle...
"What was his name?" Remus asks the remaining mouse. The mouse stares back at him blankly. He jabs the mouse with a clawed digit. "I asked you for his name."
"J...J....Jerry"
"Mmmmm. Well, little one, you certainly have good taste in friends - he was delicious." But Remus isn't quite done with his lesson yet. He lays flat on his back, and lowers the mouse to his stomach. "Your friend is putting up quite a struggle in there. I've always loved the feel of live prey in my belly." As if to accentuate his comment, Jason notices that the wolf's cock is clearly starting to peek out of its sheath. Jason can also feel, through the taut wall of flesh and muscle, his friend beating desperately on the inside of the wolf's stomach. Jason's eyes start welling up, and he begins to cry. His tears run down off his cheecks, and fall into the wolf's belly fur.
The wolf belches, and Jason catches a faint whiff of Jerry on his breath.
Jerry's standing waist-deep in the wolf's stomach acid. His skin is on fire, and most of his soft brown fur has fallen off. He's in agony, thrashing desperately against the stomach wall, trying to find a paw-hold to lift himself out of the acids. His screams are mostly incoherent. He's lost most of the feeling below his waist.
Suddenly, he feels of the walls of the stomach contract, as the wolf belches. He's thrown backwards, his whole body submerged in the acid. Jerry's eyes start to burn. He stands up again, and blindly makes his way back to the stomach wall, but there's so little air in here now. The lack of oxygen dulls his sense, and he starts to get very tired.
Jerry starts thinking about his family back in the village, how they're never going to know what happened to him. They'll write him off as just one more mouse that ran away.
Remus sits up. His cock, which by now is quite stiff and drooling, bobbles up-and-down as he does. He brings the teary-eyed mouse back up to eye level. "As good as he feels, I don't think your friend is going to last much longer. So I guess that leaves just you and me. Now, I believe I asked you - where is your village? Last chance, little one. Maybe your friend would like some company before he's gone."
Something inside the mouse breaks. He doesn't want to die. He's terrified of it, especially of being eaten alive. He tells the wolf everything he wants to know. How to get to the village. What to look for once he gets there. How many mice live in the village. Where he can find some other nearby villages. In the meantime, the delicate tickles in Remus's belly completely fade away.
"Please, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Now let me go."
"All right, my little friend, a deal's a deal." Remus stands up, takes a deep breath, and gives a long, high-pitched howl. Not a minute later, a female white wolf lopes past the ridge, into the fruit grove. She immediately spots the little tan mouse Remus is holding, as well as his stiff erection.
"I suppose introductions are in order. Little one, this is my mate, Calpurnia. Calpurnia, I found this little one and his friend here in the fruit grove. They were so nice as to tell me where we can go and find his village, and some others too. So I agreed to let this one go." Remus winks at her as he says that last phrase.
Calpurnia, realizing what he is getting at, smiles widely. "Well, I think we can oblige him." She sidles up to Remus, presses her body fully against his, and kisses him passionately. He returns the gesture, holding her body firmly against his with one paw, while holding Jason immobile in the other.
Calpurnia breaks off the kiss, and starts licking down his body. Over his neck, across his nipples, past his belly, down to his drooling cock. She takes his cock in her paws, and looks up at him with those gray-green eyes.
"So let me guess - you swallowed one whole, and he got you all stiff. Is that what happened?", she asks.
"Yea, it happened again"
"Well, as usual, I guess I should take care of this," she says, and then swallows his cock.
"Oh yea....", he groans.
Jason can't take his eyes off the scene in front of him. He's being held almost eye level with the wolf's cock. The wolf is obviously well endowed, and his mate is struggling to take him all in (despite the fact that she's had some practice). He balls are swaying ponderously with their large load, and his knot has swollen to many times Jason's size. The veins on the side of his cock are clearly visible, engorged. Remus is moaning in pleasure.
Remus lifts Jason back up to eye level. "She's good, isn't she?", he asks the mouse.
"YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME GO!"
"You're right, I did. Calpurnia, it's time I kept my promise to our friend here."
She pulls back off of Remus's cock, and looks up. His erection nudges against her faces, leaving a wet spot. "Mmm... I suppose so." To Jason's horror, she opens her muzzle as wide as she can. At the same time, Remus moves him so that he's dangling straight over her open muzzle.
"No, please! I did what you wanted!", he cries.
"For which I'm extremely grateful. And now I'm going to keep my promise and let you go. Goodbye, Jason", and he drops him straight down into Calpurnia's maw.
Jason lands squarely on her long tongue. It's too precarious to stand, so he crawls on all fours towards daylight.
"Oh no."
The entrance to the wolf's maw becomes much darker as Remus's cock appears in front of it.
Remus let's out yet another moan of pleasure. Calpurnia is doing a wonderful job on his cock, with her rhythmic up-and-down motions and her her tongue swabbing back and forth across the underside of his cock. Her paws are massaging his balls, making them swell even larger.
She can't take him as deep as usual with the mouse in her muzzle, but that's OK. The mouse is doing a great job of pleasuring him too - every time he thrusts, the mouse is pinned against the tip of Remus's cock and slit. The feeling of pleasure is indescribable.
Remus tries his best to draw out the pleasure, but it's too much. "I'm cumming", he grunts.
Jason is being hammered, his body repeatedly crushed between the maw and the thrusting cock. He's aching all over, and he's drenched in saliva and pre-cum. The muzzle is dark, and the few glimpses he gets beyond the wolf's teeth and muzzle show another wolf's fully engorged knot.
After what seems like an eternity, Jason hears the words he's been dreading - "I'm cumming." Remus thrusts in extra-hard one final time, catching Jason square in the center of his chest. He's pushed all the way to the back of the maw, right into the gullet. Wave after wave of wolf cum washes against him, gallons of it, dragging him down further. And then Calpurnia swallows him, along with the huge load Remus just shot.
Jason is squeezed tightly by the walls of her throat, his headfirst passage down lubricated with wolf cum. He's deposited unceremoniously in her stomach.
"Mmmm, thanks baby. I needed that," Remus says.
"Sure thing, hon."
Both wolves are lying in the grove, basking in the warm summer sun, and cuddling. Remus's softening cock, covered in cum and saliva, is retreating back into its sheath. Calpurnia can feel the last struggles of her meal fading away.
"Should we pay their village a visit?", she asks.
"How about a nap first?"
"Sounds good to me."