Malcolm
Malcolm's morning had gone well, as did his afternoon which had been a little strange; after all he didn't have the snot beaten out of him by a few bullies. As he was returning home he didn't see four bullies from collage, who had decided to have a little fun but only after hours. There was another on one following Malcolm, a female gray werewolf who Malcolm had befriended two months ago in these very woods.
As Malcolm in a carefree mood, made his so called safe trip home, two of the bullies ran up from behind him holding there others arms like a team of wrestlers. The werewolf who had also following Malcolm paused and her ears erected, it wasn't until the two boys screamed that made Malcolm stopped in his footsteps. Before he had a chance to turn his head, Malcolm then found himself flat on the ground. The werewolf dropped her ears down while also letting out a deep growl from deep within her throat. Two more boys came running from behind; one of the boys had something in one of their hands, the werewolf watched these two quickly jump on Malcolm's back. Malcolm let out a scream of pain, the scream send the werewolf from her hiding space to in front of the pile of kids.
The two bullies at the top of Malcolm hearing the growling, slowly lifted their heads seeing a very unhappy werewolf, with her eyes trained on all of them. The two boys who were looking at the werewolf screamed "RUN!" all four jumped off Malcolm, Malcolm at this time was unconscious so he didn't move. The four boys slowly stepped backed away from the snarling werewolf, she slowly stepped forward on all fours standing over Malcolm's body. The bullies then looked at each other, before fleeing in fright.
Once the kids had gone, the lycanthrope sat up on her hind legs, she then lowered her head to the ground. To only see a pile of clothes, the werewolf turned her head confused in only seeing the clothes that Malcolm had on. The lycanthrope lowered her head down to the clothes sniffing. She used one of her forepaws to move Malcolm's clothes about; this exposed a small pink thing in the middle. Seeing this pink thing, the werewolf lowered her nose for a sniff. To her the sent was the same as Malcolm's, so using one of her claws the werewolf carefully flipped the small pink thing, on a closer investigation she was able to make out the face on the thing.
The werewolf's ears dropped and she began to whimper, her forepaws started to close in on the Malcolm's lifeless body. To find if he was still alive, the werewolf turned her head to one side, lowering her erected ear over Malcolm's body. The werewolf calmed when hearing the faint sounds of Malcolm's tiny breath. She wasn't able to take her eyes off her little friend's body.
Giving herself time to think, the werewolf held both her forepaws on either side of Malcolm's variable body. With her mind made up, the lycanthrope lowered her muzzle to Malcolm's lifeless body; she also opened her jaws allowing her tongue to lap out. When she tasted Malcolm's feet her canine tongue gripped onto the tiny human's legs, the lycanthrope's tongue slowly covers Malcolm's body, gripping it as she goes. Once the werewolf's tongue covered most of Malcolm's body, she lifted him up off the ground, returning her tongue to between her jaws. The werewolf tried to flip Malcolm's body over which had taken a bit but she did manage it.
With the helpless human in her carnivore's gob, her muzzle soon starts to drool. Now with Malcolm in her mouth, the lycanthrope gathered Malcolm's clothes. She rolled everything into a ball, the werewolf then held the ball of clothes to her chest. She stood up investigating her surrounding before taking herself to Malcolm's house.
On the trip back to his house, Malcolm started to stir in the lycanthropes big gob. The smell was unbearable for him to stand, Malcolm then felt himself nude in a small body warm and smile space. When Malcolm opened his eyes all which his eyes sour was the werewolf's epiglottis, the fear built up inside of his body that he thrashed about. Outside of the lycanthrope's tongue, she can feel Malcolm waking, then without warning he started to thrash about like a mouse would. This trigged her automatic responses, she swallowed. The Werewolf's eyes opened wide, while her ears dropped down. She searched with her eyes and nose for a plant, which was growing next to her. Seeing it she snatched a paw full of leaves, the lycanthrope chewed the leaves into a past, before swallowing them also. With a worrying whimper she ran the rest of the way to Malcolm's home.
While freaking out inside the lycanthrope's muzzle, Malcolm looks up to see that he is moving forward towards the werewolf's gullet, nothing that Malcolm did seemed to help in stopping his movement. Before long he could hear a wet flap open, Malcolm then found himself being pulled by constricting squishy walls. The darkness from being inside the lycanthrope made his eyes useless; it wasn't long for Malcolm's head hit a small hole. Where his body had been pushed through, he then landed with a splat at the bottom of the werewolf's stomach. Inside the stomach Malcolm could it starting to release acid, that and his captive chewing. A gulping sound was then followed by large plie of goop landing in top of him; Malcolm tried to push away the pile of warm steamy goop. But before long the space where he was soon started to say left to right.
Things seemed to go on and on without end, but since Malcolm didn't have time to think he didn't know that normally he'd be dead by now. On the outside of the werewolf, she kept running without stopping. It didn't take her long to reach the humans home, once there the lycanthrope made her way to his bedroom where she tossed the humans clothes on the ground, then sat on his bed. On the inside when things stopped moving about, Malcolm sat up in the dark space and started on a wish list of things he could have done. Then without warning he was tossed from deep within the werewolf's gut back into her Esophagus and soon back between her jaws. Where the massive canine tongue and teeth started to toss him about, when this ride was over, Malcolm was placed on a ruff skinned surface.
Things seemed to have stopped for now, Malcolm now seeing that he was outside but surrounded by a giant paw. Malcolm slowly turned over to see a werewolf bigger than any building looking down at him, the paw on which he lay soon lowered, taking him down close to her chest. As he was being lowered Malcolm thought to himself that this looked like a female but as he made it to the bed he could see that he was right. The site looking up at her was wordless.
She had been sitting as a dog would; Malcolm made his way off the lycanthrope's paw. He was then standing on something like his bed, even with the werewolf keeping her eyes on him Malcolm's eyes scanned the room he was in, which seemed like his own but bigger. He soon looked down one side of the werewolf's hind leg seeing some familiar scarring. Malcolm quickly stared up at the werewolf saying "You're the one I helped" The lycanthrope nodded to his words. With that said Malcolm fell to his knees, this did worry the werewolf a bit but he soon stood up.
Remembering a few things from before that this werewolf liked, Malcolm walked forward towards the giant lycanthrope's fur covered lower belly, as he approached her lower belly, Malcolm starched out his arms as he pushed agenised her fur. Giving a small cuddle to an over sized werewolf. The lycanthrope's ears dropped down to the sides of her head, her tale started to wag. With the hug over, he pulled back to see a happy looking wolf. This was the time when the lycanthrope's stomach decided to remind everyone it hasn't been fed in a while, by letting out a low rumble. The two look at each other, before Malcolm bricks the ice saying "I think you need the refrigerator" the werewolf nodded on these words.
The werewolf then stood up and she slowly trotted out of his bedroom, leaving Malcolm all by himself in his big bedroom. Malcolm soon could hear the sound of that lycanthrope devouring what food it could locate in the refrigerator. Malcolm did wish he didn't go with her anyway, werewolves were known for wolfing down food. Sometime later, the werewolf comes walking back in to his bedroom licking her lips. Seeing Malcolm still on the bed she makes her way over to him, she lowers her muzzle to the bed, resting herself on the bed. Malcolm seeing the female werewolf's massive muzzle and nose. Walking over for a hug only to be greeted by a full body lycanthrope kiss, he then continued forward holding out his arms, Malcolm bet over the tip of the werewolf's muzzle. The lycanthrope on the other paw wanted to keep up the kissing; she lapped out her tongue down the front end of Malcolm and sending her tongue under his feet, but he didn't seem to let go or want her to stop.
She then lifted her muzzle and Malcolm off the bed a little, using her tongue the lycanthrope licked her tongue out and down the bottom front of his body. Lapping her tongue under his feet, she is able to pull Malcolm's legs into her maw. Malcolm's eyes widen as he feels himself being pulled into her maw, once his lower half was in the werewolf's muzzle he gripped onto her l a little more. Her tongue now slipped its way up and over Malcolm's back, he soon found himself losing his grip, with a few strong licks Malcolm was lapped back between the lycanthrope's slimly jaws.
Lying between her jaws once again, Malcolm didn't move an inch for fear of going back down her throat. Things on the outside seemed to move about, when it seemed to stop her jaws open. Malcolm was licked back onto her paw, the lycanthrope was now lying belly up on his bed. Malcolm sat up on her paw to see that the werewolf had made herself at home on his bed; her paw had been lowered to her belly. Malcolm soon found himself sitting on the lycanthrope's stomach; at his size Malcolm was to hear the werewolf's stomach digesting her food. A worried look covered Malcolm's face, her forepaw then started to rub his side. This touching at first made Malcolm jump but he soon relaxed.
An hour later someone outside had made a loud noise; this caused the lycanthrope to sit up a little. This sent Malcolm down the female lycanthrope's bottom front; Malcolm's little slip made her look to see what was going on. Seeing that he'd moved down, the werewolf used her forepaw to push the little human up a little. Malcolm watched as her massive paw returned to her side, another hour later when the werewolf's stomach finished its job Malcolm stood up, he then turned around facing the werewolf's belly. Using his arms Malcolm started to scratch the werewolf's belly.
The lycanthrope's eyes opened for a second before closing her eyes again, she allowed Malcolm to continue for a while. Once she'd wanted him to end, the werewolf sat up, this caused Malcolm to slide back down. Now that Malcolm was between her sheath's the werewolf rolled over to her left. With Malcolm over his little ride, he sat up to see the tip of the lycanthrope's muzzle. Without warning the canine's tongue kissed Malcolm on the face and whatever got in the way, the muzzle soon pulled away. The werewolf's muzzle seemed to take a bite of some kind of a plant, when it had chewed and swallowed this plant.
Its muzzle pushed forward and her jaws opened wide, there was enough light for Malcolm to make out the details of the werewolf's maw. That and little bits of the plant which she had consumed, the lycanthrope had opened her jaws so that her lips covered her teeth on the outside, on the inside Malcolm could see her saliva slowly ripple down. The flap at the back of her throat seemed to open and close, with the sound of a small gulp. Her ivory white teeth that seem to have the power to rip him into many pieces, it seemed strange how she seemed to be inviting him into her mouth.
Malcolm slowly reached out with one hand; he placed it just behind her deadly teeth. His hand sunk into her tongue like on a bed, the only deference is the saliva build up. Her mouth didn't seem to move so Malcolm placed his other hand on her tongue, when his hand touched her tongue, it moved forward. This made Malcolm slipped forward, lucky for him her tongue now covered the werewolf's bottom set of its incisors. Malcolm slipped into her maw, since the lycanthrope's tongue bump up at the back he didn't take an unwanted trip down her throat. She then closed her jaws around Malcolm, trapping him in her muzzle. As the lights went out for Malcolm, things seemed to move up.
On the outside, the werewolf went back to lying on her back. Back in between her jaws, once things seemed to stop moving, her tongue started to flap about. Malcolm could only lay there as he was tossed about, his legs soon lifted up and his head went down. With the sound of a gulp Malcolm found himself falling down the werewolf's Esophagus, this time Malcolm had a change to feel and get some kind of view. He found himself in between a small bubble of slimy flesh heading head first down deep back into the unknown.
After a long fall and a tight fit through a small hole, Malcolm then fell into a deep dark space. As he came closer to the bottom of the werewolf's stomach Malcolm slipped down to the bottom. Once he's stopped moving Malcolm felt around with his hands, the deep fleshy rigs and pits of the plant she'd eaten before.
Malcolm had done a class on anatomy the year before, so he knows that there wasn't much hope trying to escaping. But the strange thing was he didn't have a burning feeling anywhere, after more time he started to feel around his back and legs. Malcolm soon became confused, he had been inside the lycanthrope's stomach for some time but he didn't seem to start any kind of digestion.
Malcolm's mind wondered for sometime before slowly drifting off asleep, the next thing Malcolm felt was something large and wet travelling up his body, upon opening his eyes her tongue lapped over his face. Malcolm flapped his arms about a bit, when her tongue returned back between the werewolf's tongue, he sat up looking at the massive wolf face, starring back at him. When Malcolm's nerves settled he looked around his room, it was still dark. After looking around a bit more he could see his bedside table and the time which was two in the morning. See the time Malcolm looked back at the lycanthrope saying "Mind if we sleep until morning" the werewolf opened her jaws slowly preparing to devour him again, but before she moved him close enough to simply lick off Malcolm screamed out "STOP!" As he screamed the lycanthrope stopped moving him to her, her ears then dropped to her back, and a little whimper could be heard from the werewolf's throat. Malcolm looking back at the lycanthrope said "Please I don't want to be eaten, can I just sleep with you on the outside?" she agreed with this.
The werewolf turned back to Malcolm's bed before laying herself down, she kept the paw where Malcolm lay in the air so that he wouldn't fall. Once she was in placed on the bed, the lycanthrope moved her paw to the front of her muzzle. There the werewolf opened her jaws so that her white sharp teeth could be seen but so that they didn't look dangers.
Malcolm seeing the large room sized muzzle open crawled back a little, not much since he was on a werewolf's paw. "Please not again" with that said the lycanthrope let out a little whimper. Malcolm then said "Fine, just don't swallow me" he crawled forward toward towards the carnivorous trap, as he approached her jaws the werewolf lapped her tongue out over her incisors, as Malcolm's hand touched her tongue, it sinks in while also being covered with a little saliva, the other hand was the same. Malcolm continued forward into her abyss, when Malcolm's legs passed her incisors, the lycanthrope slowly lowered her teeth. Malcolm dropped to the tongue flat, soaking his body in werewolf drool. Now that Malcolm is trapped within her teeth, the lycanthrope rolled onto her side. She then curled into a ball, now that she was ready for sleep; the werewolf nuzzles her muzzle between her flanks. She licked Malcolm onto her lower leg.
Being trapped back inside a predator's mouth wasn't the ideal place to be, but so far she hadn't harmed him in the past. He felt like her muzzle had been moving forward, this cause saliva to run down his back now. Once she'd seemed to push forward and down, Malcolm sour a little light flood in. The walls of the lycanthrope's gullet glistened, so did her teeth. His eyes focused on the back of her maw watched as a large fleshy flap opened sending what drool it could down her throat but not even toughing on his body. When the lycanthrope's gullet swallowed her drool, a load wet gulp could be heard. Malcolm now had seen how things work, without joining in. Before Malcolm knew what was happing, he was dropped onto a little fur and a lot of skin. Malcolm trained his vision forward keeping an eye on what's happing in front of himself, the werewolf's tongue lapped out, giving him kiss's, this went on for a few minutes, Malcolm's body was once again wet with her drool. When her tongue withdraws from kissing giving Malcolm a little kissing, leaving him between her hind legs slimy from all the attention she was giving him.
The lycanthrope lowers her head down to the bed, lying in a ball the werewolf drifted asleep. Malcolm not far from the lycanthrope's head also falls asleep. After the sun rise Malcolm feels a slimy tongue travelling up his face, his eyes shot open to see her tongue licking the front of his face. When the lycanthrope's tongue sat back between her jaws, Malcolm said in a deep voice "You're still enjoying this ant you" the wolf had a creaky grin on her muzzle. Malcolm rolled his eyes in disbelief; he then slipped out of his bed away from the werewolf. Malcolm made his way to the bathroom, the only thing on his mind was, just what the hell he was going to do with those kid's.
Back in his bedroom the lycanthrope laid in his bed wounding just how he'd become so small, just that kind of thing could be fun. If only it could be done in a safe place. Wishing that she may get another chance at this the werewolf closers her eyes to dream more.
The End.