What you hate, you re-create; and what you bless, you put to rest.

---

Gary

He had no idea where he was, but the burning rays of the sun told him he must have been there for hours. A green forest surrounded him, but the heat was more fitting to Sahara than Connecticut. It was a wonder that anything could grow.

A throbbing pain forced a groan as he sat up and put a hand to his head, he vowed to himself to do as his ex-wife had ordered before running off: "Stop drinking! Get that bottle out of your mouth!"

Truth be told was that Gary had never been much of a drinker. It was an outlet, a release, after all he had gone through. He'd never intended to stop drinking fully. That would be ridiculous. The fun of discussing political issues depended on the alcohol.

Last night it had been gay marriage; more and more of the states actively legalized it, to Gary's demise. He loathed them. Freaks of nature. Fucking fags sullying the sacred vows. Perhaps saying that all fags should get a bullet through their heads might have been overboard, but drinking does that. It allowed Gary to express himself freely.

The recent 'pride' parade he'd stumbled upon was the worst. Men - hundreds, thousands, dozens, he wasn't sure, didn't look - pranced around in skimpy suits, oiled up, or undressed themselves in public. It was horrible.

...where are my clothes anyway? When Gary drank enough to not remember what had happened, he normally passed out in the bar and was carried home by a friend. Vague recollections of opening his door came through his fuzzy mind. All he knew was that he would not have done this willingly. It's not like he walked into a forest, no clothes, and fell asleep. Someone must have done it to him, and it would not have surprised him if it had been a fag. Probably one that spiked his drink, who lead him out there - sucked him off, and left with all of his clothes and shoes. Could at least have let me my fucking shoes.

Bile rose from his throat and spilled to the ground.

The lush green forest that surrounded him lacked its characteristics: There were no bugs, no bird song - or any other sound - and the air was stale like that of a laboratory. Moments after puking, his head stopped pulsing and his body allowed him to stand.

He grabbed a fist of dirt, and ran it through his hands before taking a whiff of it. Odd._ It feels real, but smells synthetic._

Gary walked around his awakening spot looking for his clothes. He did not find them, an odd sight meeting his eyes. Out-of-place; his eyes met a metal door leading to nowhere; it appeared hinged to thin air. A plain, white, plastic bag hung from the door-handle.

With watchful steps he made his way over twigs and towards the door. It was a mystery, like the artificial forest he found himself in, why was the door there? It was too fresh, too clean, too... newly used to have belonged to a ruined house. And the milieu didn't indicate it was there temporarily. Faint reflections appeared around the door as he walked closer.

Glass. Gary could see it now. A giant window stretched high up in the sky, reaching far out to his right and left. Distortion, common to bent glass, indicated that he must have been surrounded by it, as if he was in a glass dome, and this door was his way out.

He looked through the glass to the side of the door. The forest was equally lush and thick on the other side - it seemed - but there was one difference. Bugs flew towards the glass, hit their heads on it a couple of times until a small circular point of impact appeared, almost invisible to the naked eye. Then they would change direction and fly off. He saw movement from the corner of his eyes, a rabbit bounced towards him, stopped, stared at him, and tilted its head.

"What are you looking at? Fuck off." Gary kicked the glass to scare it away, and clenched his teeth in pain, as his foot lodged itself into place. A larger point of impact appeared, and it felt as if it enveloped his foot. After what seemed to him many minutes, but was mere seconds, it let his foot down and he fell to the ground, where he caught his breath.

His foot started to swell and the constant pain akin to a sprained ankle left him more furious. Fucking great. He forced himself to stand up. Maybe the door is unlocked. The rabbit's innocent, dim eyes was still staring at him. "I'll kill you, fucker." Gary mouthed the words.

Gary tried to open the door, but to no avail, it wouldn't budge. The steel door displayed the number 1076. It must mean __that _ there are other doors in the dome._ Rustling plastic below his feet reminded him of the bag he had forgotten in his rage. Perhaps there's something of use.

A filled, store-bought, water bottle. Opened.

A notebook, labeled: "Exp. 1076 - Subj. 1."

Nothing else.

He opened the notebook, started to read it, and shivers ran down his spine. I was right! A fag had done it! Someone had eavesdropped on his conversation last night, other nights, and put him in this glassed-off dome. To punish him. To force him to admit being wrong. To force him to admit he's a bigot. If that 'Doctor H' thinks this is gonna help, he is wrong. I'll get out unscathed.

The note ended with a promise. "Find Subject 2, and you will be set free soon after." The sooner, the better.

Gary ripped two holes at the bottom of the plastic bag. If he had to find another person, he was not going to be nude. After some struggle to get the bag over his hurting foot, it rested itself on his muscular waist line. He sighed. It's better than nothing.

The heat of the glass dome had already started to dry his throat up, so Gary grabbed a hold of the water bottle. At first, he thought of drinking it but once the first drips landed on his tongue and were swallowed he realized his folly. Fuck. I don't know what the fag has put in there!

He tried to spit out the water he had drunk. I need to find a_ water source_, he reasoned. It's connected to a real forest!

---

A Change of Mind

It had almost been half an hour, but he couldn't get the idea out of his head: he needed to find the one who'd done this to him. Who'd put him here? Find "Doctor H.", and beat him to a pulp! No pouring water had been heard, and no ponds had been seen. Gary was on the verge of panting, and sweat was dripping off him in decreasing amounts.

The eerie quiet forest, whose only sound was Gary's own footsteps, was constructed by the Devil himself - or so he thought. If it wasn't for a particular tree, he would have given himself to Death then and there.Death by dehydration, ha! Gary stifled a laugh.

He saw a tree with a large red ring engrained around the bark, a large part of the stem covered, in the immediate distance. And several more behind that. Almost as if they were placed out for me. They looked natural - as if the red rings had grown along with the tree.

Gary stared at the bottle in his hand, then the tree, and back at the bottle once more. To quench his thirst, and allow him a chance to investigate the trees, a sip of water flowed down his throat. And then a little more: the ocean finally returning to the desert. He stopped himself before he had drunk too much - understanding the need to conserve, preserve, if he was to survive. If the Doctor would even let me die.

He followed the path to the trees, pausing to stretch his ankle - which still hurt - every couple of steps. His thoughts had been flowing freely for a while. But when he came to the first red ringed tree, and touched it.

A flash, as if lightning had stuck close, blinded him and his body felt woozy for a second. Gary was forced to stabilize himself on the tree._ What the fuck_?

After recouping himself, Gary gulped down a chunk of water, feeling the refreshing tingle make its way down his body, keeping him feeling fresh and reducing his will to pant like a bitch in heat. A bitch. Suits that f- The word had left him, he still felt dizzy from the flash. He couldn't remember it.He tried again. That gay doctor. Yes, that is it. That gay doctor. Hell, I don't really hate 'em __homosexuals_ ; bigot? Me? As long as they don't get in my face, I'm happy. Fuck that guy; but at least the water is good. The red trees continued on in a straight line and Gary followed them. _Perhaps they will lead me to Subject 2.

With weary legs, tired of walking on uneven forest ground, Gary came to a stop, and hulked down to catch his breath. The red ringed trees had stopped too - but not the rings. More trees were ahead of him, but they were orange. Moments after sitting down, he stood back up and carried on with the plastic bag around his pelvis making its characteristic noise. Water kept trickling down his throat, little by little, as he passed the orange trees.

Fuck, it's annoying! I don't need it; do I? Why hide my great body just because some gay guy took off my clothes? Hell, if he wants to look - then look! Gary ripped the plastic bag off himself, and left it on the ground with no care for any animals finding it and hurting themselves.

There were no animals - nothing. No sound. No natural smell. The only thing that seemed real was the heat, the water, and himself.

His ankle had become better, though not by much, and it was just in time. As the red trees had ended, so did the orange, yellow trees replacing them. A gradual slope upwards started by the first one. In the short distance he could see green rings around the trees. Walking, his eyes were dead-set on the green trees in front.

I wonder what Subject 2 looks like. _Gary's imagination started running. _Boy, likely. Not big - not much muscle. Don't want that. Slender. Will he be nude too? The water kept trickling down his throat, more than half of it gone.

At the green tree, a blue one was visible further up the hill. As he continued upwards, he felt his bladder filling with the water he had been drinking. A need to release rising. Figuring that no one would see, he grabbed a hold of his dick to steer the shot. When done, he did not let go, holding his hand in place, tracing its outlines, pondering when he last had sex. I'd even let the gay doctor blow me, if he begged for it. His cock started rising, swelling up, and on his walk up the slope he sported an impressive semi.

Just a few steps up the hill, he would be up top, past all the blue trees. Up there was a purple tree. Perhaps the gay doctor is up there. Can get him what he deserves. Gary's horny mind was not sure what kind of pounding the man deserved, his hard on slowly growing to its full potential.

As he passed the purple tree, he emptied the bottle of water into his mouth and stretched himself. His ankle no longer hurt, and he felt fresh, alive, filled with vigor. The hill's peak was flat, filled with regular trees.

To his left Gary thought he could see a meadow - hidden in the cover of trees. He took careful steps towards it, until he stood at its edge.

There was a pool of water in the middle, a perfect circle. A small slope towards the pole, as if the meadow had been deliberately designed.

A sudden flash blinded him for a second, like the one from before, coming from the side. His head quickly turned to the source, seeing sparkles glistening on top of a stone table.

Two orbs, glistening, sparkling, sat on top of the table. One was orange and white, mixed together in a floating pattern, and uninteresting. The other was gray and black, a similar pattern, and it caught his eyes.

Gary was fixated on the gray-black one, he couldn't turn his away, as his feet forced him closer to the orb. _It's beautiful. _His hand reached out to grasp it, working through a force that strongly pushed back, grunting from the strain and his pent up cock.

It sent a jolt through his body, and his ass hit the ground squarely, the rock in his hand.

Water. A sudden thirst hit him, a need, a desire, as he began to pant furiously. Need water. He remembered the clearing, and moved straight to it, straight for the circular pool, and dove his head straight inside.

It was unlike the bottled water, and any water he had drunk, this water was more serene, alive, a life-changing taste.

Back on his feet, thirst satiated, there was a tickling sensation at his neck, a slight push at his upper spine forcing him into a more primal posture.

An intense heat enveloped the hand with which he still held the stone, gray fur shooting out from there, rapidly spreading up his arm creating a thin coating. The tingling spread of fur, the tickling pressure as hair pushed out of the skin, soon spread to other parts of his body.

From his pleasure trail his fur spread, changing color, over his stomach and past his hips to the back of his body. His panting self stood slack-jawed and stared into the abyss as the pleasure of fur overtook him. Soon it traveled up his spine, spreading out his back and joining the fur of his chest, wrapping his body in. His neck, his head, his other arm - his ass, his legs, his feet!

Gary couldn't focus on the fur as a budding pain in his jaws attracted all his attention.

A small muzzle, pushing outwards, emerged as his nose traveled out with it, its color shifting from the characteristic brown of his ancestors - to the black of a canine nose.

While his maw was settling in, something pushed at his skin, where his tailbone was, and broke through. Gary was quick to move his free hand to feel what had happened. _A tail. _For now small and insignificant, but growing as a large bush of black and gray fur stretched outwards.

His heels pulled at his feet, pulling them upwards, while claws emerged from below the nails, and forced a scream of pain - which midway turned into a yelp - from the changing creature's throat.

Gary's maw stopped growing, obstructing part of his vision, and his head pushed in from all sides, becoming smaller. The ears shifted from the side of his skull, moving upwards to the top, where they settled as they grew pointy, longer, empty, their anatomy changing.

The pain subsided temporarily and his tail rocked from side to side, unwillingly. His cock was being engulfed in a velvet sock, a sheet, that massaged it with care as it pulled towards his body. The skin disintegrated little by little as the budding wolf hardened, and the mushroom tip shifted, changed, morphed into a canine's. The angry red stood in stark contrast against the black fur covering the abdomen.

Gary stood digitigrade, arched forwards, fur over his entire body, all outward traces of humanity gone - a mighty, two-legged beast left. His clawed fingers finally released the grip of the now see-through stone, only a tiny mechanism with what looked to be a needle on it left inside, and it landed in the water with a heavy plump.

The wolf howled and it echoed back at him.

He grabbed hold of his cock, its sensitive flesh's first touch sending spasms of pleasure and discomfort throughout his body, and started stroking it. Gary tried to depict women in his mind, but they all morphed to male. Fantasies which he welcomed more and more.

Sitting on a throne, with a male fox in front of him, licking his body, until it reached the tip of his cock. The fox's maw opened wide and descended on the tool in front of him, while moaning like a thirsty bitch in heat.

Gary moaned, his hips bucking into his own hands and the empty air.

A fox laying on the bed in front of him. Another man on the other side of the bed, his cock deep into the fox's mouth. The fox's balls hang freely in the air. He put his hands around the fox's hips, and placed his tip at the end of the fox's hole. Easing himself in, his cock pumped in faster and faster, harder and harder. A rhythmic motion, easy, pleasurable. A tight clench around his cock.

I want the real thing. The pulses to his cock as he stroked it came quicker and quicker, and it started to swell, a knot forming at its base. Pre-cum started flowing down his shaft. His hands slowed down the stroking, easing the feelings that came to him, prolonging his release.

He squeezed his cock, released a loud moan, and stopped, leaving it on edge, left hanging in the air.

Testing his canine agility - he bent forwards, more, and more, until his nose touched his dick. A slight blush would have been seen beneath Gary's fur, but he did not stop, the excitement of what he did was too thrilling.

He took an experimental lick, his shaft responded at once, and liking it. He took several more, twisting his agile tongue around his own cock, listening to the sloppy sounds. After a few more licks - he imagined doing this to others, and others doing it to him - he opened his maw further.

With ease, his large tool situated itself in his mouth, and he suckled on it - shivering in the pleasure. Moving his head up and down the cock emulated the feeling of sucking more than receiving: but he couldn't stop. His neck had started to hurt when his cock was on the verge of exploding.

A yelp sounded from behind him. The wolf's maw left his cock with haste, a growl escaping from his throat.

---

Felix

Another sound, a howl, could be heard up close. What had earlier been a human scream, had been replaced. Felix wasn't afraid, though, he was a man of animals. At times he even imagined that he was one. If there was a wolf - and if it was dangerous - he would have to climb a tree. Simple as that.

With resolute steps he took the last step over the hill and past a purple ringed tree. A bottle of water lay thrown to the side, Felix emptied his own and put it next to the other. I wonder if the scream came from Subject 1. Did the wolf get him?

At first, Felix's predicament would have had him blush, but as he was walking up the hill he had become more and more confident in himself. What would it matter if he was nude, after all? He is an animal, just like the fox he wishes to be. It is his natural dress.

He read the last quote in the notebook again. What you hate, you recreate; and what you bless, you put to rest. What did it mean? And the rest - a reward? A reward, drugging me and locking me into a glass dome with no clothes?

Felix looked around himself. A clearing, to his right, but he glanced over it. His eyes, instead, took note of a large tub of water in front of him. Suspicious, curious, he carefully placed his feet down, moving towards it. A faint orange glow came from above it, shining its reflection in the water, but he could not originate its source - the view blocked by several twigs.

Hulking below the twigs, which scratched his skin sending blood trickling down from his body, he made his way towards the tub. Until he spotted the source of the glow. An orange, white orb. Transfixed by it, mouth agape, his body rushed to it and his hand pushed through an immense force and gripped it hard.

He felt warm. Incredibly warm. At instinct, he started panting, his tongue lolling outside of his mouth like a dog on a hot summer day. What's happening to me? I need water...

The large tub right behind him, Felix dived in and lapped at the water. Drinking it - not stopping. A tickle went up the arm that held the stone, a feeling of spiders crawling up. He did not bother looking, as it continued to spread over his body. Warm. Need water. Thirsty.

His tongue had become thinner, flexible, and slowly but surely his drinking technique shifted from a human's to a canine's, throwing the water into his mouth. His mouth, his lips had started to blacken, and his jaws started to protrude outwards.

Ears moved up his head and changed, grew pointy - a dark brown fur covering their soft tips. Through his lapping, the wind in the trees, Felix could hear a male moaning.

At once, the forming fox was released from his trance, noticing himself changing as he listened to the moaning. His dick started to harden, and he grabbed a hold of it with his left hand. I need release. The brown fur covering his shifting hands did not bother him, nor did the maw at the bottom of his vision. He started stroking his cock, as its base started shifting - his furred skin traveled downwards with each stroke, staying down and thickening. Red flesh left, its shape shifting in his hand.

His spine started shifting, adapting to the heavy skull. Tailbones shot out, a long fluffy tail appearing, hitting the ground over and over in excitement.

The nails on his feet changed, blackened - became thicker and smaller until they imitated claws. The heels stretched upwards, towards his legs, as his new posture became clearer. His feet, now paws, started growing padded below, adapting to the forest floor they rested on. His hands, front paws, did the same and the grip on his cock became rougher as he continued to move his hands up and down.

The fox dropped the orb, now transparent - a syringe inside of it, onto the ground.

Another loud moan could be heard, and this time the fox's twitching ears could pinpoint where from.

I- I'm actually a fox? Still... need release. _Indistinguishable from what he had been, he stepped up, his cock swinging in the air, and moved towards the clearing he remembered seeing. _There's someone there. Someone who can help.

He stood in shock at the edge of the clearing, hiding behind a tree, staring maw agape at the anthro wolf sucking itself off, moaning around its own cock.

After snapping out of it, he moved his fresh furred hand to his cock - fully erect - and squeezed himself. Felix followed the rhythm of the wolf's fellatio, up when the wolf bobbed in, down when the wolf bobbed out. I wish I was there.

Images hit him from his history on the internet, he wished he was on his knees in front of the Greek God of a wolf, the wolf's pack surrounding him, snickering, stroking their cocks as he serviced their Alpha. Moving forwards, cupping a feel of the wolf's heavy balls, hearing him moan. An experimental lick before taking it in, before slouching forwards and sucking on it like a lover.

As his fantasies went on, he slouched forwards in real life, intense pleasure building around his groin, around his ass. He slouched forward until he was at a tipping point, wide eyes at the wolf, drool from his maw.

Slouched forward a little more. A little more. Pushed at his back - he fell inside, landing hard and falling unconscious.

---

A Fox Meets a Wolf

He recoiled when he saw the yellow eyes of a wolf staring deep into his own, moving back until his hands met water.

The wolf perked his ears and stared at Felix, "Are you okay?" The voice was deep, caring and filled with concern. "You fell."

"I-" Felix interrupted himself, wondering who had pushed him. "I am fine." He's hot. Red color spread across the fox's cheeks, beneath his fur, and he stared down at the ground, seeing the wolf's feet, paws. Even they are perfect.

The wolf grabbed a hold of Felix's ankles, and inched himself closer, a shiver through the fox's spine. "You're cute, fox." There was a slight pull at his legs, an attempt to pull them apart.

"Who are you?" His voice was frantic. "What's your name?"

"Call me Gary, if you must." Gary pulled the weaker fox towards himself, and licked him on his muzzle, giving him a tight embrace and running his hands down the fox's back.

Wolf hands squeezed the fox's ass, sending more shivers up his spine. His plump cock started to harden again, pressed against the wolf's own tool. "Do you mind?" Gary said.

He shook his head, "No."

"Shall we lay down a bit, relax, fox?" Gary asked. Not waiting for an answer, he pushed the fox to the ground, standing on his fours above him, pinning the fox to the ground with a wild grin and yellow eyes that shone in the sunlight.

He tried to get free of the wolf's grip, struggling in a vain attempt with his brown paws. The wolf laughed above him. Get off of me, wolf! He moved his muzzle to protest, but Gary interrupted him, jumping in, kissing the fox.

"Sh. Don't speak. Relax. You hit your head. Close your eyes."

Felix loathed taking his eyes off the wolf, but he was in no position to argue. Gary's grip around his arm relented for the moment, before the fox felt a presence around his side. A feeling of fur touching fur, of bodily warmth sharing between the two, enveloped him._ I can stay like this forever. _Felix let out a heavy sigh.

The wolf shifted at his side. A warm hand touched his chest, his heart pounding heavier, louder in response. It curled in, and curled out, tickling his fur, making the fox squirm. "You like?" The wolf's smooth voice was appeasing.

Wolf claws dragged across his fur, moving down the center of his chest, between his small abs, stopping at the fox's pleasure trail. The fox strained to keep his eyes closed, his hips involuntarily bucked upwards. "You like."

A brush of the protective sock at the bottom of the cock, sent ripples of pleasure surging through the fox whose eyes shut open. Nimble wolf fingers moved up the shaft, caressing it. Soon, his cock had become moist.

_Why'd he stop moving? _Felix bucked his hips upwards to force the caress from the wolf, looking at the creature with an incredulous stare, seeing the wolf taken back in surprise before simply releasing his grip, forcing the humps to meet nothing but dull air.

"Why?" It came out as little more than a kit's whine.

Gary refused to respond, a grin plastered on his face, but was quick to switch places, standing on his knees in front of the fox's ass. "What are you doi-"

He grabbed a hold of the legs, moved them to the side, and inched himself closer until his cock met the base of the fox tail. "Oh."

A mixture of emotions delved up at once as the canine cock pressed against his hole, a slight pressure. Of release. Of finally being able to relish in his dream: to be an animal, to be who he is, to be fucked by a wolf, to be a wolf's foxy-fluff.

But, his cheeks flushed, he was living up to the stereotype of the fiction. The first wolf he met willing to bed him: he's about to fuck with. He was being a bitch - and he liked it.

The wolf pushed in, slowly engulfing his cock, and the fox grunted at the intrusion. Massaging the foreign object inside of him. An odd sensation, unlike how it was as human, there was a bond being created as the wolf pushed in. A sincere bond of pleasure... and love and ... trust. Thrust. The fox couldn't focus his thoughts, the pleasure overtaking him as the wolf thrust inside of him the final bit.

A whimper of pleasure escaped the fox's maw. Slut. _The cock moving out left him disappointed for a second, before it moved back in. The wolf absentmindedly stared at the fox, his eyes lolling out of his mouth as he continued with the short thrusts. _I'm a slut.

Small spurts of pre-cum hit his inner walls, decreasing the friction, and the wolf started pounding faster. In. Staying in. Out. _No, back in! _In, out. The wolf's hips moved at rapid speed as he humped the moaning fox.

It kept on. In, out. Out, in. Until the strokes got shorter and the ass tighter. The cock started swelling at its base, a knot forming, slapping against the hole but not going in. The humps got harder as the wolf wanted inside, harder, faster. I want it, back in!

Felix pushed back, seeking the pleasure, the warmth, the comfort of being tied to the wolf. A heavy grunt escaped from the wolf's maw as he lowered the intensity, humping the fox in a calming rhythm, slow strokes inwards scratching against the g-spot.

The fox moved one of his paws towards his throbbing cock, squeezing it and squirming around the one in his ass. The wolf left the fox's ass quickly, a sudden glare of anger in his eyes, and threw the fox's arm to the side.

"Oof!" The fox exclaimed, "What's that for?" He started shifting position, moving towards the wolf to caress him, comfort him, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a sudden growl and swift movement stemming from the wolf, pinning him down again. Snarling teeth and eyes filled with anger, lust, was an inch from his face. He closed his eyes waiting to be mauled.

Warm air flowed against his neck, heavy exhales escaping from the wolf, their cocks grinding against each other - the wolf's larger tool throbbing against the smaller fox one. "I'm Alpha. Your leader. I choose when you please yourself, and how. Understood?" His voice was still as smooth, flowery - its assertive nature making sure the fox would not go against his word.

But - he hesitated. It was an invitation of withstanding loyalty.

After a brief pause, he mustered the words. "Y-yes?" Felix opened his eyes and met the wolf's, the anger disappearing, being replaced with pure lust. A mischievous grin appeared on Gary's face.

"We'll make it official." The wolf's hand sought out the fox's cock, and squeezed it. "Turn around, all fours, doggy style, prove your worth." Pressure from the heavy-muscled wolf released, and the fox exhaled deeply, able to breathe normal again. "Hurry up."

A mere five seconds passed and he had bounced up and turned around almost in mid air, his stark orange tail flailing in the air. Wolf paws held his ass in place and the tail brushed against the wolf's fur.

"Excited, are we?" A short whimper came from the fox as the wolf placed his cock at the sphincter and started pushing in. "Good."

Unforgiving is the word that would best describe the wolf's hard thrusts, which started pumping from the start, stopping at the thick knot. The fuzzy dark balls slapped against the fox's lighter pair, wet from both of theirs natural lubricant.

A yelp of pain, pleasure, ecstasy rooted from the fox when the knot penetrated his walls, and his cock throbbed harder than it ever had before. Moans, grunts, whimpers later the wolf was inside of him, resuming his thrusts, this time short - deliberate, trapped by the knot.

Cum spurted from the fox, catching in his fur and spilling on the grass, little by little - the wolf, too, tensed up, howling into the sky. Sticky goo filled the fox, a bloated feel as if he had eaten too much taking over him, thoughts of forever staying there entering his mind, as the cum escaped past the knot, sticking to his fur. The wolf collapsed on top of him, both of them falling to the ground.

Noise of twigs breaking nearby caught their attention, and Felix's eyes shifted from the wolf to two men in lab coats walking out of the forest, surrounded by uniformed men equipped with guns.

"... certain tendencies of dominance, anger, which we do not-" This lab-coated man looked worried, his eyes darting from side to side, his nervous scent traveled the distance to the fox.

The other one was happy, elated, a large smile on his lips. He waved his hand in the air dismissively, "We've succeeded. The world will soon bend at our will."

---

Thank you for reading! If you liked it but was left, uh, "wanting", then feel free to read another one of my adult stories such as Pleasure of the Wild North or A Different Sort of Sword.

As said, any feedback is welcome! Feel free to leave a short comment, a long comment, a vote, a favorite or a watch behind - any little thing will hopefully help me do better in the future.