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Another eight weeks seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Upon his return from the market, Galos had praised Àzuen for coming back and accomplishing his task, and had laughed about Caryx's standing offer.

"He might have the money to purchase you three times over, but I'm not inclined to sell you anytime soon, Rudge, you can count on that," Galos had said airily.

During the eight weeks that had flashed by, Àzuen had been to the market on his own twice more, procuring more supplies for his master; additionally, both Galos and Vidan had stepped out of the house on a few occasions, leaving Àzuen alone--while the wolf saw the opportunities to use Galos's portal spell, he continued biding his time, preferring instead to make sure he could replicate the complex spell circle first before rashly taking the first chance at escape that arose. After observing Galos create and execute the spell numerous times, it was at the end of those eight weeks that Àzuen finally felt confident enough to make his move. He just had to wait for the right time...

Which arrived one morning when Galos had stopped by his room after breakfast.

"Vidan is over at the academy library, and I'm going over to Colay's Landing for the afternoon--one of my colleagues has sent for me," Galos told him.

"Do you need any assistance with anything, Master?" Àzuen asked, standing at attention for Galos.

"No, not at present, it's not a far trip," Galos replied with a smile. "Simply keep an eye on things here--I expect Vidan will be back before me."

"Yes, Master," Àzuen said, bowing his head.

"Thank you, Rudge," Galos said absently as he stepped back out of his room.

Àzuen paused, then listened as the ram exited the house. He stole out of his chamber and crept to the parlor, where he peered out of the window to observe Galos get into a carriage. Àzuen's tail swished excitedly as he watched the horse pull away, with the carriage rocking back and force on its axles...going...going...until it turned the corner and was gone.

Àzuen bolted back to his room to grab the knapsack he'd cobbled together and hid under his bed. He then hightailed it to the kitchen, mentally reviewing the plan he'd concocted as he gathered a few handfuls of non-perishable provisions. First he'd create a portal to take him to a port city where he'd find a mage who could remove the remains of Galos's chastity spell. From there, he'd charter passage on an unregistered ship to take him to one of the far continents, and then he'd create another portal to take him...well, he hadn't decided where to go just yet. But Galos would certainly be able to trace his first destination from the portal materials he'd leave behind in the lab, so Àzuen would need a second portal in some remote location to throw the alchemist off his trail. The wolf finished packing his food before he raced up the stairs to Galos's room, where he grabbed a couple spare shirts and coats from the ram's wardrobe and stuffed them into the knapsack. Satisfied, Àzuen trotted down to the lab.

The lab seemed different now that both Galos and Vidan were out of the house, and Àzuen was using the equipment there to enact his escape. It felt as if the walls were watching him, as if he needed to tread especially carefully.

"Come on, snap out of it," he muttered, shaking himself before he strode to one of the supply cabinets, where he ransacked the small chest of gold ingots that Galos kept for alchemical purposes--Àzuen knew he'd need some kind of currency for his future plans, and he emptied the chest. His knapsack now significantly heavier, Àzuen laid the bag on one of the work tables and began scouring the shelves of equipment and ingredients, rushing to grab what he remembered Galos using for his portal spell.

As he plucked a jar of dried, crushed beetles from one of the shelves, Àzuen's gaze fell on the terrarium that contained the miniature, 14-inch long chimera he'd hatched--Galos had moved the little creature's enclosure into the lab, although the ram still occasionally brought it up to his room to watch him fuck Àzuen; during those nights, the slave had done his best to ignore the chimera that seemed to imitate Galos's humping in its terrarium while Àzuen was getting bred by the ram. According to Galos's hypothesis, the chimera was attempting to assert dominance over the wolf in the same way--it recognized the ram as superior and Àzuen as submissive, and it appeared the chimera wanted to be superior, as well. Today in the lab, the chimera was watching him closely, baring its teeth and snarling when he got closer.

"What are you looking at? Still want to fuck me?" Àzuen scoffed--he flicked the side of the terrarium with his finger, tapping the glass and sending the chimera scuttling away from the noise, although it continued to glare at Àzuen from the far side of its enclosure while he picked up the rest of his ingredients and sorted them on one of the work tables.

It took Àzuen nearly two hours to mix the powders he needed and to melt down the metal compound Galos used--he had never realized how meticulous the ram was when working, as he'd always come down to the lab just as Galos had finished putting the spell circle together. Àzuen eyeballed some of the measurements as he tried to recall how much platinum and dried circe root needed to go into the recipe...and was it salt or delesteum crystals that needed to be mixed with the chalk for the rune? Àzuen wracked his brain, trying to remember...salt sounded right to him, so he pounded a chunk of it with a mortar and pestle before tipping it into the chalk supply. By the time he was done, sweat--mainly from nerves--had formed on his brow, and he took a few calming breaths to steady himself.

"Okay...you can do this..." Àzuen whispered self-affirmingly. He turned to the empty space on the floor that he had cleared and set to work, first shakily drawing an outer circle with the circe root powder mixture, then an inner circle with the salt and chalk powder. Àzuen dabbed a finger into the white powder and messily daubed the sigils he remembered Galos drawing at the bottom half of the two rings he'd made, then inscribed the destination runes at the top--he thought they looked right for the port city he wanted to travel to, but at this point it was a toss-up.

After finishing with the dry powders, Àzuen used a pair of forceps to hold the crucible of melted platinum, then poured it as best as he could to form a central ring in the middle of the two outer circles. When he was done, he set the crucible back on the table and closed his eyes. Àzuen squared his shoulders and caught his breath from his laborious work, and then he imitated the alchemist, holding his hands palms-down over the wobbly spell circle he'd created.

A soft breeze rolled past his ankles, then Àzuen felt a surge within his chest. He opened his eyes to see the air above the circle shimmering, just like it shimmered every time Galos executed the spell. Àzuen smiled, taking a moment to enjoy his accomplishment, then clasped his palms together.

His hands felt warm as the shimmering air spiked up from the floor and passed between his palms--it was like holding a fast-moving river of concentrated energy.

"Alright, here goes," Àzuen muttered just before he flung his arms apart.

In the void left behind by his stretched arms, a triangle formed, just like normal. It expanded until it made contact with the floor, and Àzuen let his hands drop to his sides in disbelief.

He'd done it!

At least, he thought he'd done it...

Àzuen did a double-take as he looked at the view through the portal--there was the standard layer of what looked like cracked glass...but he couldn't see the port city he'd wanted to go to. All he saw was just a solid mass of deep, deep red, and it seemed to be...writhing.

"Oh...oh no," Àzuen breathed as he stepped back from the spell circle--he didn't know what he'd opened a portal onto, but the sinking feeling in his stomach told him it wasn't good.

A mass of squirming, slime-covered, mottled red and black tentacles shot out from the portal, flying wildly through the air and waving around the lab in search of something--a few glass beakers fell to the floor as the tentacles knocked them over. Àzuen tried to turn and run, to get away from whatever horror he'd somehow summoned, but when one tentacle haphazardly slid across his leg, the whole mass swarmed over him in mere seconds, trapping him. Warm, thick tendrils wrapped around his ankles, knees, hips, wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, and throat, squirming as they coiled tightly around the wolf.

"Come on, let...go!" Àzuen grunted as he struggled, pushing with all his might against the tentacles that had ensnared him, but they held fast...then unexpectedly relaxed for a moment. "Shit!" Àzuen gasped--the force of his own pushing sent him tumbling to the floor with the tentacles still loosely binding him.

The tentacles that extended from the portal undulated like a horde of snakes; they constricted around Àzuen again and easily lifted him off the floor. Àzuen struggled as the tentacles dangled him in the air, trying to get out of the tangled web of flesh they'd woven, but he was totally helpless, completely at the mercy of whatever entity controlled the arms that cradled him. The tentacles turned him over from side to side, then upside down and around, facing away from the portal, as more of them slid over his body, exploring every nook and cranny. Some of them wrapped around his arms and legs, spreading and immobilizing his limbs in their twisted grasp, while others pushed experimentally over his chest and under his leather harness and up along his neck. A few prodded and pushed at Àzuen's belly button, wriggling as they investigated the small dip in his stomach before caressing his abdomen, and more tentacles smoothly wormed their way around his hips, gently tugging at his waistband and hiking up his tail while other inquisitive arms roamed across his taut ass and over the bulge of his crotch.

"I--wait, sto--arglk!" Àzuen choked out before a tentacle stuffed itself into his open muzzle and gagged him while it pushed over his tongue and back into his throat, filling his esophagus. He huffed hard through his nose, struggling to breathe steadily while the tentacle in his mouth began to subtly thrust back and forth. The texture on his tongue was subtly ribbed, rubbery, and wet, as if the tentacle was covered in a thin layer of viscous goo. At the same time, more tentacles assaulted the wolf and rubbed over his face, smushing his cheeks and clamping down on his ears. Still hanging upside down from the tentacles, Àzuen started getting dizzy and his temples pounded hard as he felt a rush of blood to his head.

The tentacles seemed to pay Àzuen's discomfort no mind--instead, the wolf felt more wriggling arms writhe as they squeezed under his waistband and down the leg of his capris.

"Mmmf!" Àzuen huffed around the tentacle in his mouth. He tried shaking off the feelers that crept under his capris, but his legs were stuck. The tentacles wound their way over his thighs and pelvis, and Àzuen shivered and groaned when he felt the tips of the slimy appendages caress and encircle his testicles. He tried wiggling to dislodge the curious tendrils, but for his efforts more tentacles tightened around his chest and neck.

The tentacles examining Àzuen's groin dragged leisurely over his taint and balls before the wolf felt a few of them curl and constrict around the neck of his scrotum, and he huffed again when they pulled, stretching the sensitive cords before squeezing his delicate nuts. Àzuen wanted to get out of the tight mass of arms that held him, but the tugging on his testicles was so enticing...and then more tentacles wormed up from his balls and to his sheath, gently pressing and clutching at the furred pocket. Àzuen bucked at the tickling sensation, and even though he was getting excited, his cock stayed locked within his sheath--the remains of Galos's chastity spell was still in place, and the wolf still couldn't get erect unless his master was fucking him.

But the alchemist's magic didn't stop the tentacles from prying open his sheath and dipping inside. They pushed past the tight opening around the tip of his cock and snaked into the snug confines; Àzuen huffed and moaned when he felt the tentacles sliding over his shaft, circling around the base of his cock, and pushing against the sensitive inner lining of his sheath to stretch it from the inside. One of the thin tendrils inside the tight pouch of fur and skin lazily curled upward, sliding back up along his shaft before it circled around the head of his cock, forming a tight ring that made Àzuen feel giddy from the sensation overwhelming his glans. The tip of the tentacle rubbed back and forth over his cockhead for a moment before it pressed insistently at the exposed tip of his penis, rubbing at the lips of his urethra.

Àzuen grunted and clenched his jaw around the tentacle in his mouth the second he felt the tendril on his cock slip into his urethra. The sensation wasn't painful or unpleasant--more unexpected and...so deliciously filling. The metal rods that Galos had used metal on his cock before had felt good, but this was another level of ecstasy altogether. Àzuen groaned as the tentacle wriggled and undulated, feeding more of itself into his cock and stretching his urethral canal. The soft ridges and bumps in the tentacle pressed past his delicate tissue, teasing him with their textures. He could feel the tendril slip further and further down, pressing and caressing at the tight tunnel it filled--the tentacle writhed around the natural bend in the wolf's internal tubing before snaking down into his prostate, where it pushed against the natural direction of the gland's sphincters. Àzuen's hips bucked again in pleasure; he could feel his muscles spasming uncontrollably as his body tried to force the intruder out while, at the same time, he tried to relax to let the tentacle penetrate even further.

Then Àzuen's eyes widened when he realized another tentacle was playing with his back entrance, swirling around the rim of his erratically winking anus...before it drove itself into him with no regard for his clenching. Àzuen grunted as the tentacle slipped inside; the layer of slime on the appendage was a good lubricant, making for an quick and easy entrance regardless of his muscle spasms, and he could feel that this tentacle was significantly thicker, as it stretched his ring of muscle within moments. Àzuen groaned and his eyes fluttered at the sensation of the girthy tentacle sliding and squirming over his prostate as it sank deeper into his guts. It effortlessly plunged past his other sphincters before gently pulling back, then slipped forward again, subtly fucking the wolf as it expertly plumbed his depths.

Àzuen convulsed in the supporting structure of the tentacles that held him, and they obligingly shifted his knees to open his hole even further while pushing the soles of his feet against each other, letting him hang from his spread legs. The tentacle in his cock, meanwhile, had used the distraction of Àzuen's ass getting penetrated to surge through his prostate; it was still wriggling against the sensitive gland while the tip pressed into his bladder and massaged the organ from the inside, making Àzuen feel as though he held the heaviest load of piss he'd ever carried. At the same time, the tentacle in his mouth continued to thrust back and forth into his throat, and Àzuen thought he could feel more slime dripping from the end of the appendage and filling his gullet.

His body wracked with pleasure, Àzuen arched his back and moaned while the tentacles in his ass and cock writhed against his prostate from both sides. Pre oozed out of his urethra around the tentacle that was squelching around inside his cock--the small, slick beads of clear fluid trailed along the tendril before soaking into his sheath and the crotch of his capris. The rim of his wet, slimed hole rubbed delightfully against the tentacle that was filling his guts, and he raised his tail even higher in a subconscious invitation for the rubbery arm to invade his innards even more. At the pressure he began to feel in his abdomen, Àzuen hazily opened his eyes and looked up (from his perspective, as he was still hanging upside down) at his stomach to see a pronounced, softly writhing bulge in his belly as the tentacle inside his ass squirmed through his intestines. Huffing and moaning, Àzuen closed his eyes and let his head hang loosely again, simply enjoying the treatment for a moment. The wolf was so lost in the sensations in his groin that he didn't even notice what the tentacles still on his face were doing...

Until they stopped caressing his cheeks and neck and instead reached for his ears and nostrils. Àzuen's eyes snapped open in shock when two tentacles plunged into his nose and two more wormed into his ear canals.

"Mmmf!"

Àzuen gasped for oxygen, struggling as the tentacles in his nose filled his airway almost to the limit--he could still breathe, but only just barely, and his nasal cavity stung at the sudden intrusion. Meanwhile, his ears rang from his eardrums being penetrated, and everything started to sound muffled and fuzzy to the wolf.

Àzuen craned his neck in pain and surprise; the tentacles pushed deeper into his head, and he struggled to shake them out...before he began to go limp as both sets of tendrils invaded his brain and branched out over his gray matter. Àzuen choked and coughed for a second, then giggled around the appendage in his throat as the tentacles played with his perception. To him, the world seemed so...soft...pliable...like him...the tentacles were relaxing now, playfully compressing him in their grip. He was just a squeezable, mushy, supplicant, little thing to be played with...to be pleasured...to be used...to be consumed.

No...he knew this was wrong, he needed to get rid of the tentacles and make his escape...Galos and Vidan would be back eventually...he had to leave. Àzuen struggled again, trying to fight off the thoughts that seeped from the tentacles and into his brain.

But why though? He didn't have to fight...he didn't have to run...he could stay here...even be taken through the portal, pulled into whatever blissful realm the entity controlling the tentacles inhabited...he could even hear it speaking to him.

Wait...he could hear a voice speaking to him.

Àzuen opened his eyes, trying to focus as the tentacles holding him gently swayed him back and forth in the air. There was a voice, something deep, resonant, echoing and darkly ethereal. The sonorous and ringing intonations reverberated around the room--the owner of the voice was speaking slowly, saying something he couldn't understand, and the echoes made it harder to divine the words.

A reflected, red flare of light suddenly cast itself on the wall that Àzuen was facing, and the tentacles lazily began to turn the dangling wolf around to face the portal again.

The layer of cracked glass in the portal seemed to shake, and Àzuen could see the vague outline of shadows moving against the red light that filled the triangle. The voice emanating from beyond the portal grew in volume and speed, and the echoes began to coalesce into a unified speech pattern.

"Yllanrete uoy rof edivorp nac I serusaelp eht ot flesruoy timbus! Yllanrete uoy rof edivorp nac I serusaelp eht ot flesruoy timbus!" the voice repeated.

Àzuen's eyes widened in horror when he saw the shadowy outline move closer to the portal, overtaking the red light until a black void filled the triangle...and then, through the layer of cracked glass, an enormous, bovine muzzle--large enough to admit two carriages--pushed out of the inky shadow and rested on the stone floor of the lab. A gigantic, drooling, forked tongue licked thick, black rubbery lips, and the vast nostrils flared in the wolf's direction. An evil grin formed on the muzzle before it opened to reveal a colossal maw; the wolf shuddered at the sight of the waiting, great jaws lined with sharp teeth and the dark, gaping tunnel of a throat at the back of the monster's cavernous mouth. Warm, fetid breath heavily rolled over Àzuen, who now hung helplessly before the massive opening. Then, as if it had simply been giving Àzuen a teasing view of its mouth, the beast closed its jaws, licked its chops again, and began to speak.

"Yllanrete uoy rof edivorp nac I serusaelp eht ot flesruoy timbus. Hseraz taerg eht htiw eno emoceb dna ylleb ym edisni tser," the monstrous muzzle rumbled; its deep, booming voice vibrated the very core of Àzuen's being and made his bones shake. "Edisni uoy llup em tel, htuom ym otni emoc! Yllanrete uoy rof edivorp nac I serusaelp eht ot flesruoy timbus."

The beast--or demon, from what Àzuen could gather from its thundering tone--opened his mouth again, displaying his waiting maw. Strands of saliva dripped from his gums and teeth and pooled around his forked tongue, and Àzuen, through the haze of the tendrils still lodged in his brain, felt the tentacles start to bring him closer to the expectant bovine muzzle...dragging him through the air alongside the nearby work table with a jar of azaroth oil on it...

The hot gusts of air from the demon's mouth were like a pleasant breeze; he could simply relax, he didn't have to do anything but let the demon consume him.

The enormous tongue wagged enticingly at him; he could spend the rest of time in the belly of the beast, enjoying every pleasure the demon offered him in return for his body and soul.

The throat yawned wide beyond the demon's palate, inviting him to drop in and tumble downward into that deep chasm to his ultimate destination; he could spend all of eternity worshiping the demon and being tortured and eaten and reborn all over again.

Àzuen took a steadying breath, forcing himself to push through the cobwebs forming in his mind.

No--he didn't work this hard to be violated and eaten by a demon the second he got a chance to escape. He needed something--anything--that would mess up the spell circle and make the portal close. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the jar of oil...just within his reach if he could move fast enough...

Using every ounce of strength he had left, Àzuen flung his arm over the work table. The tentacles that had been limply holding him immediately tightened their grip on him, but they were a fraction of a second too late; the jar of green azaroth oil toppled off of the work table...

SMASH. Viscous green root extract splattered from the broken jar on the floor; splashes of oil broke the salt and chalk rings and smudged a few runes and sigils just enough to disrupt the portal. A howling wind kicked up.

"AAARRRHHHAAAAA!" The demon bellowed in rage (sending copious strands of spittle and drool flying across the room) before a strong force violently yanked him backward; his muzzle disappeared back through the portal and out of the lab.

The gale from the destabilizing portal rocked through the room, and the tentacles holding Àzuen loosened and unraveled in quick order; the wolf dropped to the floor, wincing and hissing as the tendrils in his ears, nose, throat, ass, and urethra were roughly ripped out of him, wetly slurping from his orifices and leaving trails of his bodily fluids. A few tentacles tried to hold onto the floor and reach for Àzuen, but the wolf, in a daze, saw that they were no match for whatever vacuum was pulling the demon back into his realm. One by one, the last few tentacles were pulled backwards and vanished through the portal; the triangle wavered for a second, and then at last collapsed in on itself, swirling away to nothingness with a faint pop.

Àzuen sat there on the floor, trembling and gasping as he recovered.

"What the fuck...what the fuck..." he muttered softly, staring wide-eyed at the space where the portal had closed.

His body ached--his ass and his cock especially from the violent removal of the tentacles from his intestines and urethra--and Àzuen felt like his mind was operating in a dense fog, as if he was both drunk and continually rolling down a hill. He shook his head, but it was no good; Àzuen still felt wobbly and disconnected. But he had to get up, he had to escape...properly this time...

Still dazed, he shakily got to his feet, paying no mind to the damp spots and small rips to his capris; Àzuen was determined to focus on getting the portal right. He managed to find a rag and sopped up as much of the azaroth oil as he could; the slick fluid clung to his fingers as he worked, but eventually he cleared away most of the mess and pushed the jagged pieces of the broken jar under the work table, leaving behind only a few small splashes of oil that he missed. When he was done cleaning, he figured that he could reuse the metal ring he'd poured for the spell circle, but the sigils, runes, and chalk and powder rings needed to be redrawn. Weaving as though he had just finished a round of drinks at the tavern, Àzuen slowly poured the circles he needed, but they ended up wobbly and erratic.

"Come on...get...together," Àzuen huffed at himself angrily. The wolf slapped his face, trying to clear his mind, but the cobwebs still clung fast.

He continued in his semi-disoriented state, daubing fresh runes on the floor; it took him a while to recall which symbols he needed and how to draw them. Àzuen grumbled, trying to remember whether he needed to draw one rune upside down or oriented 90 degrees. Unknown to his addled brain, however, Àzuen had drawn a completely unusable destination rune and messed up two of the portal stabilization sigils (one of which pertained to size and the other to inorganic matter). He sat back on his knees and surveyed his work--he thought everything looked as close to Galos's original portal formula as he could get it...and he didn't really have time to waste drawing another spell circle, especially considering how long this one took him while he was still recovering from those tentacles...

Àzuen hastily performed the gestures he needed to open the portal, and as the new triangular door opened and formed in the air, the wolf lazily turned to pick up his knapsack, which still lay on one of the work tables--he didn't notice the flickering, glowing splashes of green oil leftover within the spell circle, nor did he check his destination. Instead, Àzuen hefted his knapsack over his shoulder and, without even looking back at the lab that he was leaving or up at the opening he'd created, stepped through the portal.

A gust of wind blew past him as he walked forward; it seemed to blow away the fog in his mind, and with a clear head again, Àzuen at last looked up--there was a giant column of wood, and shadows, and he was standing on an enormous slab of stone; the lights were bright overhead, and whatever room he'd emerged in had gigantic walls lined with what looked like...

Àzuen turned around, surveying his new, but painfully familiar, surroundings.

He was still in the lab, although the wolf was only two inches tall...and completely naked. He looked back at the gargantuan, smoldering remains of his knapsack, harness, and pair of capris--not a single one of them had passed through the portal, instead being rejected by the failed stabilization rune for inorganic matter. Only Àzuen had emerged from the now-impossibly-tall doorway that flickered before him...

BOOM. The portal disappeared in a clap of thunder, and Àzuen jumped as he covered his ears at the overwhelming sound.

"What just...no, no, noooo," Àzuen moaned as he realized the last lingering splashes of the azaroth oil (which he'd failed to clean up in his post-tentacle stupor) within the spell circle had contaminated the portal.

"Fuck!" Àzuen yelled in frustration. He clutched his head and sank to his knees, groaning as he realized just how badly he had screwed up. Galos and Vidan would come back sooner or later, they'd see the mess and figure out what he'd done...and then who knew what the alchemist would do to punish him? Àzuen froze for a moment, horrified. He was trapped, two inches tall and there was nothing he could do...

His gaze fell on the wooden column a few feet away from him, and he looked upward--the column was a table leg, supporting one of the nearby work tables. If he could just get a lay of the land from a different vantage point, he could maybe figure out a way to fix everything...or at least restore himself to his original height.

"Right," Àzuen sighed, resigned to what he had to do--he forced himself to his feet again, and the naked, tiny wolf hustled over to the table leg. When he got to the foot of the table leg, Àzuen jumped, launching himself onto the wooden column and sinking his claws into the surface for traction. He slowly began to climb upwards, taking his time to rest and suppressing the urge to look down as he continued his ascent. A foot would have been nothing at all at his original 6 feet, 3 inches of height, but now that Àzuen was just 2 inches tall, a fall from 12 inches was something he didn't even want to contemplate.

The little wolf continued climbing, scrabbling as fast as he could up the broad table leg. Àzuen grunted as he pulled himself upward...on and on...until, finally, 38 inches later, he hauled himself over the edge of the table and lay out on his back, panting as he recovered.

"Fuck," Àzuen breathed, faintly surprised that he'd accomplished a climb like that.

When he finally felt like he'd caught his breath, Àzuen pushed himself up to stand and slowly ambled back to the edge of the table. He came to a stop a few centimeters away from the ledge, where he looked down to see the inactive spell circle. The supplies Àzuen had used lay pell-mell on the floor, as he'd carelessly tossed them aside when he'd finished with them; the lingering splatters of azaroth oil still gleamed in the now-orange afternoon light that streamed through the window; the runes he'd created were a disjointed mess; the charred scraps of his knapsack, capris, and harness lay in a wrecked heap, and...

Someone was whistling just outside the lab. Àzuen's heart pounded in his throat, and his stomach dropped when the doorknob twisted...

And Vidan was strutting into the lab, still whistling to himself before he came to a stop when he saw the spell circle and used ingredients littering the floor.

"What the hell..."

The raccoon's gaze drifted over the work table where Àzuen stood, frozen in a blind panic. Vidan shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, now this is just too good. Tiny, little slave and a giant mess..."

Àzuen scrambled, running for the far end of the work table, but Vidan was so much faster than him now. In a heartbeat, the raccoon dove over the table, snatched up Àzuen in his hand along the way, and was on his feet again.

"The fuck were you doing, slave?" Vidan demanded, roughly holding Àzuen in his curled fingers.

"I was--ah!" Àzuen yelled as Vidan squeezed, threatening to crush his ribs before relenting. "I--I was trying to clean--"

"You were trying to steal from us and run away, weren't you," Vidan stated, glaring at his captive.

"I..." Àzuen trailed off, then sighed. What was the point? He'd been caught red handed. Defeated, and nodded his head.

"That's what I thought," Vidan snickered. "Do you know how much trouble I could get you in? You could get your head cut off for this. Although...hmm...what to do about all this...and you," he mused, using his thumb to roughly bop Àzuen on the head. The raccoon surveyed the lab, then chuckled. "Well, I suppose we can both forget to mention this little incident to Galos," he began lightly squeezing the tiny wolf in his hand, eliciting small squeaks of discomfort from Àzuen. "And I can help you out of this mess...but it'll cost you."

Àzuen clenched his jaw and growled--he had a strong feeling what the price of Vidan's "help" was going to be. And after everything that bratty, jealous, hateful, scheming, arrogant, conceited, thoughtless, fucker had done--all the messes he'd made, times he'd tried to trip Àzuen in his tracks, all the little insults and provocations--the wolf was in no mood; being in a situation like this put Àzuen at the end of his rope.

"Ooh, feisty little thing, aren't you?" Vidan smirked. "What do you say, slave?"

"Fuck you!" Àzuen spat.

Vidan frowned, then grinned deviously. "You know, I'm glad to hear you say that. Because now I won't feel so bad about what I'm going to do to you."

Before Àzuen could throw back a biting retort, Vidan opened his fingers, tilted his palm forward, and dropped the little wolf to the floor. Àzuen tumbled through the air, too shocked to cry out as he fell...

"Oof!" Àzuen grunted when he landed--he'd fallen more than five feet, but due to his small size, he only bounced on the stone floor. Dazed, he looked up to see Vidan, who towered over him like a giant. Still grinning down at the miniature wolf, Vidan threateningly raiseed his bare foot. Àzuen's eyes widened when he saw the raccoon move his paw to hold it over him, wiggling his toes for a second--realizing just what he was in for, Àzuen made a mad dash for freedom, but it was too late.

THUD--Vidan's foot came down on him hard, knocking Àzuen on his back and squashing him into the floor. His face was smushed into the crevice between two of Vidan's gigantic toes, and Àzuen grunted as the air was pressed out of his lungs while the racoon ground his foot harder, squeezing him against the stone floor. He tried gasping for air, but Àzuen coughed and gagged when he inhaled his first lungful of overpowering sweat and musk.

"Oh fuck," Àzuen wheezed, his muffled voice barely audible under the massive paw that rested on top of him.

But Vidan grinned at the tiny sound he heard.

"Aw, what's wrong? Don't like the smell?" he asked sarcastically. Vidan chuckled and lifted his foot slightly, then began to wag it from side to side, rolling Àzuen back and forth between the floor and his sole. "Take it in. Get a good whiff of everywhere I've walked today."

"Huh-uh-uh!" Àzuen grunted as he flopped from side to side. He flung his arms out, trying to stop himself from being turned and twisted around like a lump of dough being rolled out, but it was no use; Vidan was too big and strong, and the little wolf's arms flopped pathetically under the weight the giant raccoon exerted.

"Oooh, you make a good little foot massager...hmf, I should've ordered you to give me a foot rub daily when you were your regular height," Vidan mused ruefully. He shrugged. "Ah well, might as well make the most of what's left of you."

Vidan rotated his paw on top of Àzuen, pressing the wolf under the ball of his foot and against his toes before rolling him back beneath his arch and heel. Then he switched feet, repeating the improvised massage while Àzuen grunted and groaned beneath him.

"Gotta say, you tickle a little more than I thought you would down there," Vidan observed as he continued the rolling treatment; Àzuen's flailing limbs under his paw occasionally pressed against the sensitive spots on his soles, sending small jolts and jerks through the raccoon's foot as he tried to not to tickle himself too much. After another minute of batting Àzuen around under his foot, Vidan paused and raised his paw, leaving Àzuen on the floor to gasp for air as he recovered--then Vidan stomped again; not enough to crush Àzuen, but certainly enough to wind him. Àzuen grunted again at the pressure, and his nose stung as he gasped for air under the musky raccoon paw.

"So tiny and powerless, aren't you, slave? That's what you get for trying to use magic to run away," Vidan admonished smugly. He tapped his toes against Àzuen's face--the smooth, leathery paw pads were like giant, warm smothering pillows on the wolf's muzzle--and ground his broad heel against the Àzuen's abdomen as he continued, "I can't wait to see what that old goat has in store for you when he finds out you tried to escape and messed up his lab...his prized servant, his perfectly wonderful, obedient little 'Rudge'..."

Àzuen bristled at the use of his nickname--where he had almost, begrudgingly, felt a sense of affection whenever Galos called him "Rudge", now it felt like a disgustingly putrid dollop of sewage that dripped from Vidan's mouth and into Àzuen's ears, and his stomach churned queasily.

Vidan, meanwhile, sneered as he chuckled smugly and continued toying with Àzuen underfoot. The raccoon pressed hard on Àzuen's head with his big toe, as if trying to crush a grape before he eased off and forced the wolf's face back into the crevice between his toes. Àzuen could only make a few muffled grunts and groans--the assault on his whole body sapped his energy, and he coughed and squirmed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah, that's the way...I can feel you trying to crawl out from under there, but you aren't going anywhere," Vidan snickered at Àzuen's feeble attempts to haul himself out from under his heavy, wide paw. He pressed harder, smearing his toes across the wolf's face as he continued, "You're right where you belong, aren't you? You know, as a slave it's your duty to wait on your superiors hand and foot." Vidan began to dextrously curl his toes around Àzuen's face and chest, crunching him under the large digits before releasing him, then curling again in a steady rhythm. "But I guess we can forget about the 'hand' part now, though, hm?"

Àzuen weakly huffed for air. His entire world was taken up with Vidan's paws, and sweat soaked his fur--he couldn't tell how much of it was his own and how much was Vidan's. His entire body ached from the punishing weight that pressed down on him, the violent rolling and crunching and stomping, and the heady odors that flooded his senses. And the raccoon's smug monologuing--bruising and battering his ego the whole time--was the only break he got from the almost constant physical torment.

Vidan chuckled as he kept up his assault. "Then again, for Galos, it was more like you were waiting on him cock and mouth, right? I'll bet you were desperate for it every night, willing to do anything to get him to fuck you like the pathetic little slave you are..."

"You mean...like how you'd beg...Tabris to breed you, cunt?" Àzuen choked out between pushes on his ribcage. While his voice--grunted through clenched teeth and muffled under Vidan's paw--was barely audible, it still carried enough for Vidan to hear. "Ooof!" Àzuen wheezed hard when Vidan angrily stomped on him--Vidan pressed so heavily, Àzuen felt like his head was going to simply pop like a ripe tomato. His vision blurred hazily for a moment...then he was gasping for breath while Vidan lifted his paw, and Àzuen watched the raccoon kneel down to loom over him, fury clear as day on his face.

"Not that I have to explain anything to a little shitstain like you," Vidan hissed dangerously, "but Tabris was the one who begged me. Not the other way around. Got it?"

Àzuen weakly chuckled, and then spat--the glob of saliva didn't even come close to Vidan's face, but the gesture of disrespect was obvious enough. Still panting, he condescendingly breathed, "If that's what...you have to tell...yourself..."

Vidan's eyes widened, then narrowed as he frowned while his nose wrinkled and his jaw clenched in rage. Then, before Àzuen could even try rolling out of the way or getting on his feet, Vidan abruptly raised his hand and flicked the little wolf away, his middle finger striking Àzuen's testicles in the process.

"HOOOOOUUUUWWWWWW!" Àzuen yelped at the immense pain as he flew back, bumping and bouncing along the stone floor. He felt like his balls had been smashed into oblivion and his stomach had been kicked up through his mouth; stars filled his eyes and he doubled over while he skidded to a stop a few feet away from Vidan, clutching his crotch and moaning from the aftershocks of the sudden impact. "Haaaah...haaaahhh...haaaahhh..." Àzuen groaned, trying to breathe through the agony; it was so intense that he couldn't even process the shuffling noises coming from Vidan, and he almost didn't notice the thudding on the floor...the thudding that was getting closer and closer...until Vidan's giant feet were on either side of him, framing his tiny body between them. Still recovering from the trauma to his balls, Àzuen cautiously glanced up at the raccoon standing over him.

Vidan wasn't wearing pants--his semi-hard cock hung out of his sheath and over his furred testicles, and Àzuen got a clear view of the raccoon's taint leading up into the cleft between his round cheeks.

"You know, I think you'll be more inclined to believe me," Vidan began as he leaned down and plucked Àzuen from the floor by the scruff of his neck. The little wolf still held his aching testicles protectively while hanging in the air from the large fingers that pinched him, then he tumbled out into Vidan's cupped palm while the raccoon continued, "When you feel what he felt."

Vidan snorted and hacked, and Àzuen watched in dazed horror as the raccoon visibly gathered saliva and mucus in his closed mouth before--

"Tooey!" Vidan spat squarely into his hand, covering Àzuen completely in a lukewarm, heavy blanket of viscous spittle, snot, and drool.

"Eugh!" Àzuen shivered and grimaced as he tried to shake off the layer of saliva, but in another instant, Vidan curled his fingers around the greased wolf, immobilizing him.

Vidan crouched over while he brought the wolf in his hand to his backside, raising his tail as he did so.

"What are you...no, no, no-no-no-no!" Àzuen struggled against the raccoon's grip when he realized the dark, musky, puckered hole under Vidan's tail was his destination--he pushed against the fingers holding him and tried to slip himself out of Vidan's palm, but even with his liberal coating of saliva, he remained stuck fast.

"Hey, you're getting it," Vidan chuckled ruthlessly. "Now, keep squirming for me while you're in there."

"No, no, stop! Please, don't--mmf!" Àzuen's futile pleas were muffled and fell silent when his mouth met the rim of Vidan's ass. He wriggled hard in Vidan's grasp, but the raccoon delicately slid Àzuen downward slightly to readjust the angle of entry--wiping his face against the tight little wrinkles of his anus--and then pushed.

"Oooh yeah, get in there," Vidan groaned as he felt Àzuen's head...then shoulders...torso and arms...kicking legs...and finally his wiggling feet sink past his sphincter. "Oh! Mff!" he shivered at the sensation of Àzuen slimily kicking and pushing against his insides, then clenched around the wolf. "Keep it up, just like that!" he snickered as he crouched down and began to stroke his cock, his tongue hanging out in pleasure--with all of Àzuen's movement inside of him, it felt like he was being fingered, and Vidan's dick stiffened to full mast under his pumping hand in seconds.

"Come...on...lemme...out!" Àzuen desperately coughed out from within Vidan's ass; if the odor from Vidan's feet had been bad, the musky odor filling his head now was horrendous and overpowering. The stench of sweat, pheromones, and who knew what kind of lingering awfulness in Vidan's guts swirled over Àzuen's nose, making him gag every time he took a breath. "Oh fuck...please..."

On top of the torture to his senses of smell and taste, Àzuen grunted at the incredible pressure being exerted on his body. The tight folds of warm, steaming flesh hugged him tightly, keeping him in place as the raccoon clenched around him, then relaxed, then clenched again. Àzuen tried to claw at the walls that held him, but his nails were too small and too coated in Vidan's saliva to be of any use. He pumped his legs and arms, trying to work his way out and shimmy downwards through the dark, moist, narrow, rippled tunnel, but every move he made seemed to only excite the raccoon, and Vidan's clenching pushed him a few centimeters further inward. His head slid against another ridge of muscle while his feet slipped through a sphincter, and Àzuen beat his arms and chest against a pronounced bump in front of him.

"Oh damn...that's good...yeah, right there, right there," Vidan groaned when he felt Àzuen push against the button of his prostate. His bushy, ringed tail swished excitedly as he stroked his dick faster and faster, rubbing over the pronounced ridge of his cockhead and occasionally using his thumb to smear his oozing pre over the sensitive, tight skin. Vidan furiously masturbated there on the floor of the lab, not caring how the scene looked, with the room messier than ever and Galos's slave nowhere to be seen. All that mattered was that he'd put that defiant, disobedient, arrogant wolf in his proper place, and he, Vidan, was showing off just how tight his hole was, the hole that had Lord Tabris always coming back for more.

"Yeah, you like it in there, don't you?" Vidan called as he upped the tempo of his stroking. He clenched hard, prompting even more furious squirming and wriggling from Àzuen inside his ass.

"Please...I can't..." the wolf huffed, desperate for fresh air; his sweat mixed with the saliva and mucus that already coated his fur, and his lungs felt heavy in his chest. It was as if he was in a sauna that was constricting him, suffocating him little by little, and all Àzuen could do was struggle and pound against the unyielding, elastic walls that clenched around him. His ribcage felt ready to buckle in on him, and pins and needles were starting to dance up and down his still-kicking legs. "Let me out...let me..."

"Feel how good it is...that's what...Tabris feels...what he...fucking loves...when he breeds me...oh fuck," Vidan gasped--it was as if the brink of his climax had snuck up on him; Àzuen's struggles in his ass had been more stimulating than he'd imagined, and Vidan had stroked his cock too fast, enough to work himself up to the edge already. He groaned loudly as the pressure rose within his loins...he was going to burst soon...

In a self-admittedly rare moment of inspiration, Vidan, struggling to hold himself together, bore down internally. Àzuen felt the walls around him subtly loosen, then push...through the haze filling his mind, he could feel himself sinking downwards...further and further...one last ring of muscle squeezed around him as he passed through it...and then he was gasping sweet, fresh air as he wetly dropped into Vidan's waiting hand.

But not for long.

Àzuen was only dimly aware of the slight breeze rushing against him as Vidan moved his hand around to his front and sank it into his crotch. When Àzuen securely in his clutch again, Vidan positioned the wolf's head directly in front of his shaking cockhead, giving the tiny slave a front-row seat to the orgasm that was about to erupt.

No...more than a front row seat.

Àzuen's eyes widened and he shook his head as Vidan, while still stroking his cock with his other hand, pushed the wolf closer and closer to his glans...more precisely, to the vertical lips of his urethra.

"Oh no...come on..." Àzuen moaned as his nose bumped against the salty, musky, pre-slicked skin.

"Ungh...gonna give you a faceful," Vidan grunted, and he pushed again. Àzuen instinctively took a deep breath and closed his eyes just before Vidan forced the reluctant wolf's head past the tight opening and into his urethra.

Àzuen could feel the tight squeeze on his skull while the giant column of flesh shook and trembled around him. Slimy fluid rolled over his nose, mouth, and eyes, and even though Àzuen kept his muzzle closed, his senses were overwhelmed by the semi-sweet, briny, musky aroma and taste of pre.

"Oh fuck!" Vidan gasped at the sensation of Àzuen's head penetrating his cock; as he loosened his grip on Àzuen's body and cupped his hand under the wolf now protruding from his urethra, Vidan bucked his hips, launching himself over the edge of his climax.

Àzuen felt the first spasm in Vidan's cock before a deluge of cum surged over him. The force of the ejaculation simultaneously made him open his mouth and shot him backwards into Vidan's hand; Àzuen lay back in the raccoon's open palm, stunned from the impact. Cum clogged his nostrils and mouth, and Àzuen spluttered as he struggled to clear away the thick, ropey globs and suck in fresh air. All the while, even more gooey semen erupted from the cock hanging just beyond the edge of Vidan's hand; cum volleyed over him and heavily splashed down on top of him, forming a puddle around the wolf in Vidan's cupped palm, and the puddle got deeper with each shot while Àzuen's gray fur was flooded with white. High above the action, Vidan grunted and panted as he rode through his orgasm. He mindlessly coated Àzuen from head to toe in raccoon sperm, and the fluid level in his cupped palm rose higher and higher around the little wolf resting there.

Cable after cable of white fluid spurted from Vidan's urethra and landed on top of Àzuen's head, torso, thighs, feet, tail, and everywhere in between--the flow seemed to never end, and while Àzuen had dazedly tried to cower from the eruption at first, he now simply lay back in the warm bath of cum and kept his face shielded from the next salvo...and the next one...and the next one...

By the time the last few strands oozed from the racoon's cock, the wolf was almost impossible to visually distinguish from the rest of the white fluid that had collected in Vidan's cupped hand--Àzuen looked like just a big glob of cum, apart from the fact that his chest was heaving while he panted hard. Vidan, meanwhile, had begun to recover, and he grinned wickedly down at the tiny, dripping slave still resting in the comparatively large cum bath he'd made.

"Hmm...I doubt Galos would want to discipline you while you're dirty like this," Vidan mused as he released his grip on his softening cock with his free hand.

His mouth sealed by the heavy, dripping layer of cum that coated his muzzle, Àzuen could do no more than gasp as Vidan once again jerked him upwards by the scruff of his neck; he plucked Àzuen out of the pool in his cupped palm, dragging up a few thick ropes of cum that clung to his legs, feet, and tail along with him. Vidan held Àzuen steadily in his fingers, while he raised his cupped hand to his mouth and hastily tipped his load into his mouth, gulping it down before he lapped up the remains and licked his palm clean. "Ah, tasty as always," he said with a wink to Àzuen before he shakily got to his feet and steadied himself from his post-orgasm headrush.

Àzuen could only helplessly and exhaustedly watch as Vidan grabbed an empty, 64-ounce jar from one of the shelves and placed it on the nearby work table. And then the raccoon lowered the tiny wolf to hang just a few inches above the rim of the glass vessel. Àzuen looked down, and his stomach dropped in dread.

"In you go!" Vidan announced gleefully just as he released his fingers.

Àzuen fell through the air for a moment before landing on his rump in the jar with a light plonk. The half-gallon container was just large enough for him to walk around in a small circle, but the enclosure still felt cramped and confined; it didn't help that the rim of the jar was eight inches overhead, much higher than he could jump. Àzuen sprang to his feet and banged wetly on the glass, splattering flecks of semen while more dripped down to his feet.

"Oh what, you want to get out? But I just put you in there!" Vidan sarcastically complained as he wrapped his hand around the jar and pulled it towards the edge of the table--Àzuen stumbled from the sudden sideways force, and he fell on his ass again. "Maybe you'll feel better about being in there once you're a little cleaner."

Vidan positioned the jar directly in front of his waist, then rose up on his tiptoes to angle his penis just over the rim of the container. Àzuen realized what was going to happen and cowered the second before a stream of semi-transparent yellow urine streamed from the raccoon's cock. Vidan's piss splattered against the glass wall of the jar on its way down to the bottom, where the warm, pungent water quickly pooled around Àzuen and rose up over his feet, ankles, and calves.

Panicking, Àzuen hopped and danced around in a circle, trying to get himself out of the quickly-rising piss, while Vidan simply laughed and aimed his stream to follow the wolf; he scored a few hits on Àzuen, dousing the wolf in his urine, and the impact forced Àzuen to stumble face-first into the translucent yellow fluid that was now up to his navel. "Come on, slave, you're supposed to wash with it...you know, wash? Take a bath in it?"

As Àzuen spluttered and cleared his face, Vidan's semen that had been gluing his fur together and his muzzle shut loosened, and the wolf was finally able to yell again. "You little fucking shit!" His tiny voice echoed against the glass walls of the jar.

"Oh, that's no way to talk to me when I'm helping to clean you off," Vidan said patronizingly while he watched Àzuen wipe the piss out of his eyes.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your damn throat out!" Àzuen threatened--he shook his fist up at Vidan, who was smirking down at him.

"I'm curious to see you try that in your current condition," Galos's voice rang out from across the room.

Àzuen froze and the pattering flow of piss quickly stopped--both he and Vidan looked up and over at the far side of the lab, where, unnoticed by either of them until now, Galos stood in the open doorway, a grim frown upon his face.