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A Worm in a Cave

for SuperDuperDog

by Draconicon

Fleeing from the city guard was always something of an exhausting experience. Morris had done it enough times to know the process: find a place out of the way, let the chase die down for two or three days, and then come back to sell everything he'd stolen to those that wouldn't care about the reward notices that were being passed through the city. The wolf had done it a dozen times or more, and his nest-egg was getting bigger and bigger. Soon, he wouldn't have to do it anymore, and he could pay for his way into a better life.

Until then, he needed to wait out the guards again, and then get back to selling his stuff. The light-furred wolf looked over his shoulder as he paused at the edge of the cave mouth, glancing down at the city in the distance, and then up at the sky. The rain should disguise his passage well enough, cutting through his scent for the other wolf-dogs that ran with the guards, and by morning, his trail would have gone cold.

And until then, I can rest.

He smiled to himself as he walked into the depths of the cave. This wasn't the first time that he had used this cave as a hide-out. Close to the city - less than a mile - and well out of the way of the average traveler, it was probably used by some bear or other during winter for their comfort. For now, though, it was entirely his, and with the curved stone walls and the surprising ease with which it held the day's heat, it was perfect for him.

Undressing for the night, he pulled off his leather tunic, and then his boots and pants. Most nights, he would have left his loincloth on, but he felt wild tonight, powerful and strong, and so he took it off, too. Laying the piles of leather under his head like a pillow, he lowered himself down to the stone, and he sighed himself to sleep.

As dreams of cocky contentment took shape in his mind, the wolf was observed by both unseen and unseeing eyes. Different senses guided one of the creatures of the cave out of the darkness, and little by little, the creature came into the faint moonlight.

Unlike the wolf, it was not something that walked on two legs, but many. It was low to the floor, worm-like, but with tendrils that allowed its cylindrical body to slither and slide upon the rough floor without cutting itself open. Fringed tendrils on its head twitched left, right, left, guiding it further and further towards the wolf. Whether it followed scent, taste, or some other sense unknown to the two-legged, it managed to find its way to the sleeping canine.

The head of the creature nudged against the wolf's legs, tasting the thief's warmth, but the leg was not its focus. No, it could feel greater heat further up, and the creature, dripping slime as it moved, followed the wolf's thighs further and further up. It seemed to be driven on, pulled by some instinct that only it felt.

Up the thigh and around the curve of Morris's rump, the creature found the crease that it was searching for. It lifted up the front half of its body, tendrils, antennae, and more feeling around for something to wiggle into. Eventually, it found a slightly looser spot between the wolf's rump cheeks, and it squeezed itself between them, going further in.

As it bumped its head against the canine's hole, the wolf stiffened. The creature went still, waiting, hesitating, but the wolf did not wake. Morris's soft snores returned, and the creature pushed again. With each nudge, it oozed more of the slime that covered its entire body, giving it more and more of the slippery coating that it would need for its objective. Nudge, push, and ooze. Nudge, push, and ooze.

Finally, the pink flesh parted, and the creature pushed forward harder than before. Morris stiffened in his sleep, obviously aware of something happening, but those dozens upon dozens of legs were little more than a tickle as it wiggled its way in, slithering forward past fur and flesh, digging into a hole that had probably been the envy of many a guard that had chased the thief over the last few months. The little worm-creature dragged itself deeper, deeper, the ooze slowly puffing out that hole and making it twitch.

Morris's face tightened, then relaxed, almost as if it was opened for the pleasure of another's shaft. He moaned in his sleep, and the creature slid in completely. As its tail-end cleared the wolf's pucker, the hole slowly started closing, and the creature continued its slow progress into its unfortunate host's rectum, digging deeper and deeper.

Finally, it had coiled around Morris's little nub. It twisted, turned, aligned itself...and then, ever so gently, inserted one fang into that little piece of anatomy. Little by little, the creature's venom dripped in, filtering into the wolf's prostate, filling it, and him, with an aphrodisiac that none would be able to sate. With one end occupied, the other end began the process of seeding that hole with its young. More would be needed, particularly when the host finally gave in to the venom coursing through him. Those that were seduced to use would be prime hosts for the young.

Morris slept the sleep of the victorious, but that sleep gradually shifted to something else. Bit by bit, the triumphant dream of evading the guards and returning to the city with all kinds of wealth was replaced. At first, he was in a palace, raised high over the commoners. However, as the dream went on, his fantasies of servants that responded to his every wish turned to a fantasy of him being under his servants, and then beneath the people of the street, hungering for their touch in a way that he had never hungered before. The wolf twisted and turned in his sleep, his eyes dancing beneath his eyelids, his shaft throbbing hard and drooling on the cave floor.

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

In his dreams, he went from the king of the castle to the lowest of whores, leaving his home to drool and beg for cock on his knees. He saw himself, saw his tail going up, saw his hole puckering and pushing out, a ruined mess for those that had used it so many times but continued coming back for more. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop those that wanted him.

"Ah...ah..."

He was so close to waking, but the dreams continued. He felt himself, felt his emptiness, felt the need that burned beneath his tail. Morris saw himself in great finery, falling, fallen before the very guards that he had evaded for so long. He saw himself offering up his ass, showing them what they had chased time and again, and he felt them pushing him down and taking him. The sensation of those hot shafts piercing him, filling him, flooding him, was almost more than he could take.

It was certainly more than the dream could sustain. With a suddenness that shocked him and left him gasping, he jerked awake, panting for breath.

He had barely opened his eyes when the heat from the dream hit him for real, its full intensity nearly slamming him back to the stone ground. The wolf gasped for breath, his eyes as wide as they could go as it felt like someone had lit an inferno under his tail.

"Ah...ah...Mmmph..."

Gritting his teeth, Morris slowly rolled onto his side, and then onto all fours. It took effort, great effort to control himself and not reach under his tail as he had done on some nights. His fingers curled into fists, and he huffed and puffed even as his cock throbbed helplessly against his belly, begging for the attention that he refused to give it.

"Nnngh...This...this isn't...ah..."

Oh, he knew that this wasn't natural. Something had happened to him, but whether it was curse, potion, or something far more vile, he knew that he could not give into the heat. It would consume him, gathering him up and turning him into something that was not the proud wolf that he was. He stretched out his hand, feeling it shake and unable to still it. It swayed from side to side before he could press it against the wall, and he hooked his fingers to the rock in a desperate attempt to pull himself upwards.

He managed to get to his knees, but any further was impossible. His legs were all but limp. Something pulsed inside of him as he clenched down, and he gasped as he felt his cock jerk between his legs, splattering the wall with pre-cum so thick that it almost appeared as the real thing. The only thing that kept him from believing that it might be was the simple fact that he felt no satisfaction, merely more need.

Wracking his mind to try and figure out what it could be, Morris barely managed to disqualify any flora of responsibility before something else caught his attention. Something outside the cave was making a sound. Thumping, rustling among the rain. Other animals? The whispers that he heard told him not.

"Would he have really stayed this close?"

"He's either stupid, or brilliant."

"Something tells me both."

"Well, let's check it, just in case. Who knows, we might get lucky."

The guards. They had found this little place. Perhaps the rain hadn't washed away his tracks as thoroughly as he had hoped. Perhaps they were lucky. Either way, he knew that he had to run. Morris gripped the wall with both hands, pulled -

"NNNNGH!"

And he groaned loud enough to give himself away to a deafened drunk, let alone four guards. The wolf went red-faced as he felt the pulsing, throbbing, needy feeling running through his rump, pulsing through it all the way to his shaft and then going back down to his rim. He felt as if all his thoughts were being drawn from clever plans to lustful need, and he could scarcely breathe as he felt the need filling him, flooding him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He stumbled, fell back to all fours just as the guards walked in. Two other wolves, one stallion, and one rhino, all in the livery of the city watch. Morris looked at them through bleary eyes, feeling his tail flagging, his ass cheeks trembling, his hole spasming. He knew what he looked like, and in that moment, he could hardly bring himself to care. He needed attention, and they were offering it.

"Well, well, well..." The rhino chuckled. "Looks like we finally caught him. Morris, the dog cat burglar."

"Mmmph..."

"What's the matter, wolf? Find yourself in heat?"

"Shut up..."

"What's that, criminal? Were you trying to tell a guard what to do?"

"Shut up...and just...fuck me..."

Pride was injured, but not practicality. If he could just get them to fuck him, to fuck him silly, then perhaps he could get away before the need awoke again. He was starting to get a pretty good idea of what was happening, and he didn't want to waste time. If he could get them to just use him, and now, then he could get out while the getting was good.

If not...then he was going to be in trouble. Deep trouble. But thankfully, their dicks were already stiffening. His immediate future was all but guaranteed.

The End

Summary: Morris managed to get away with a haul for once. Sadly, he makes a piss-poor choice of where to spend the night after.

Tags: M/solo, Parasite, Wolf, Worm, Anal, Infestation, Arousal, Need, Venom, Heat, Rut,