Wolf Prey Illustrated - A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
#1 of Wolf Prey
This is part one of my Wolf Prey series, reworked and rewritten.
_I imagined the characters in this as being like those in an old Loony Toons cartoon. The characters are anthropomorphic in nature, but live like feral critters both on a farm and in the woods. There's even the faceless, nameless farmer that is mentioned throughout. _
_I've added in some scenes and this time it's illustrated! Special thanks goes out to Rukis, Faytt, and Emerald Cistern for providing fantastic artwork for this piece, as well as November for his assistance in getting it completed! _
The other two parts of this series will hopefully be done similarly. Enjoy!
Warning - The following story contains unspeakable acts between two males as well as references to M/F acts of perversion. If that doesn't sound appealing to you, then you're lying to yourself 'cause it's fucking hot.
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing By Lykos Bane
There's nothing better than a hot ewe from the farm.
Xander knows this.
The wolf creeps through the still night, hidden within the dominant shadows that hug the forest floor. His dark fur blends well at night and prevents detection. The farm isn't far off. Only a few more miles and he'd be snacking on some hot ewe meat.
Drool runs freely from Xander's muzzle which keeps the short whiskers that line his dark lips constantly wet. His tongue has to constantly flick out to catch the drool from dripping to the forest floor. He isn't some kind of uncivilized beast after all.
In fact, Xander is quite refined for his species, careful to keep his slim frame clean and well groomed. Toned muscles lines his strong from, traced by a thick pelt of dark gray fur. Dark yellow eyes are the only thing that can give him away in his blanket of darkness. Thankfully, there is no light to ignite them.
The wolf's tongue flicks out again to catch his nose, placing a moist layer of saliva over it. His chest rumbles with a low growl before he tips his head back and sniffs at the still air. Standing downwind of the farm, his quivering nose catches the promise of a fine meal in wait for his hunting talents. Not that hunting a caged animal is that difficult.
At least it wouldn't be if not for that damned farmer and ram.
His stomach growls when the lingering odor ignites his voracious appetite. The tremble continues through his guts, now a constant reminder of Xander's empty belly; barren of food. He clenches his jaws for a moment in an attempt to keep his excitement at bay. An excited hunter was a hungry hunter. They smell good tonight though. One of them is perhaps even in heat. The excitement grows a little beyond the wolf's control at the thought.
That means the ram would be busy, which only leaves the farmer as his only worry.
Easy money, baby!
If the ram is busy breeding, he isn't looking after the flock. He could go for hours at a time without paying any heed to the others. He wouldn't notice a creature as slick as Xander grabbing himself a full belly and a good night's sleep. That ram would just continue banging the hell out of some female.
Moron.
Chuck, the moron, is such a braggart, boasting about all the pussy he gets. He bleats non stop to all the creatures in the forest, telling them about his dick size and how long he can last. Sometimes he even tries showing off to the does with quick flashes of his dick through the pen. All the while, the buck is forced to watch in anger. He has yet to lure any in, as far as the wolf knows, but it never stops him from the attempt.
Of course, Xander stays to the shadows as he'd tease, trying to figure a way he could get in there and take one of the deer down without losing his hide. Always thinking with his stomach, he was. The chance never presented itself though as the buck would have introduced him to his companion, the antlers. It didn't make it any less humorous to watch the buck get agitated at the ram, especially when Chuck starts flashing dick.
Xander once saw the ram during mating season, when all the females were in heat. He watched from the forest as Chuck came out of the barn to take a leak. The wolf remembered that the ram definitely wasn't lying, looking to be at least seven inches when half hard. And this was after he had fucked one of the ewes. Of course, this shocked the wolf, as he was nearly that size when fully hard.
The wolf shakes the thought from his mind. That isn't his concern. So the damn animal is larger than him. It doesn't mean he was going to eat one of his females tonight. A smile spread on the lupine's lips as the thought replaces those of inferiority. He continues onward.
The farm is dead ahead and the wolf knows it. The scent of sheep is strong in the air now. He sneaks to the fence, noiseless as his claws close on it. He stands there as his yellow eyes scan the area. In the dark, his sight may not be very good, but his sense of smell more than makes up for it. His sensitive ears perk to take in all the sounds. A mixture of bleats and grunts follow the heavy scent of sheep. The scent is dirty, layered with the cringe worthy musk of sex. Regardless, his tail wags at the smell.
The ram is busy.
Chuck really is a lucky stud. A pen of females to pick and choose between isn't a bad lot in life. The wolf felt lucky to get it once a year while this ram gets it multiple times a night. The guy gets more cunt than him, so what?
Xander's stomach growls again to remind him that sex isn't his main concern. He hears more noises inside the pen, from the females not lucky enough to be under the ram at the moment. The wolf's muzzle begins to water once more. It is time to make his move.
The wolf lowers down to a crouch until his rump touches his heels before he launches himself upwards. His paws catch the top of the fence as his legs kick to the side. Xander clears the fence without any effort and lands noiselessly inside the pen, crouching to cushion his fall. There, he remains crouching as he listens for any alarms. Hearing none, he moves deeper into the pen.
The barn looms to the left, the fence coming to an end at its weather worn wooden wall. Still using every ounce of shadow available, the hunter slips to the open door and peeks in. He hears another masculine groan as if on cue to his presence. His ears and eyes follow the sound, moving slightly faster than his nose. Lips pull away from his teeth in a cringe as his nose takes in the scene within, flooded with the heady musk of sex.
In the middle of the barn, Chuck is on his knees between the wide spread thighs of an ewe, hips moving roughly against the female's offered haunches. The ram's partner, rocking beneath him, moans out with every other rock of her body, bleats of pleasure to go with the rhythm of slapping flesh. Inevitably, the wolf's eyes land upon the sheep's connection, a slick ram cock that glistens with a coating of their combined juices. It moves rapidly in and out of the ewe's spread sex.
Xander is mesmerized by the sight. Who wouldn't be? He can't remove his eyes from it. He feels envy for the male as he breeds yet again. That tight hole must feel great around his cock. Of course, this leads to the realization of how large the ram truly is. At least 11 inches of black cock appears as the ram withdraws from the trembling ewe before disappearing into the female again.
The lucky stud.
A sound catches the wolf unprepared; the crack of a twig or the crunch of dry grass. He rips his gaze from the breeding in the barn and spins on his feet, alerted to the direction of the noise. Two sets of ears perk, the wolf in delighted surprise and the ewes in terrified shock.
Xander grins after a moment, "Hello."
A reaction finally comes to the ewe as her muzzle opens to sound the alarm. There's a fucking wolf in the pen! Before she can so much as squeak, the lupine has his paw around her muzzle, firmly holding it closed. He can hear the whine, but its so soft Xander knows no one else could hear. With the speed of a closing noose, the wolf has his arms tightly around the ewe, catching his prey. A squeeze and a growl stops all movement and sounds from the terrified ewe
This is it! He has his meal! Xander's stomach growls in excitements, the lupine finally giving in to his feral side as drool drips from his lips into the soft wool of the sheep in his arms. This was no time for civility. It was nearly time to feast. The ewe smells of grass and dirt, but that doesn't stop the wolf's stomach from growling. Tears run down her cheeks, the salty scent exciting the lupine more.
It means more flavors.
Xander lifts the ewe with ease, requiring no more effort than he'd put into lifting a pillow. A loud beat stops the wolf in his tracks, about ten feet from the fence. A chill runs through the wolf and he nearly drops the ewe in his clutches to make a speedy escape before the ram can_ram_ him. Another call comes, this time more masculine, but it's no alarm. It's the sounds of ecstasy, of a male shooting his seed and a female accepting it.
Another wail of pleasure follows the wolf over the fence and into the woods, swallowed by the heavy shadows, the way the wolf plans to swallow the ewe.
The den is a welcome change for the wolf. Tonight, it isn't going to be a lonely cell of depression and hunger. His dinner date, squirming in his arms, expels the exciting scent of fear that only reminds the lupine he is going to bed with a full belly tonight. Xander is prepared for just such an occasion as well.
A table sits barren in the middle of the room, its surface clean with lack of use. Regardless, it's intended purpose is quite clear. Rope hangs from metallic rings hammered into each of the four corners, creating restraints for whatever unfortunate critter the hunter brings home. Tonight, it's going to be occupied by the sheep in his arms. As he approaches it, her struggles increase in strength, her last effort to escape her predicament. Of course, it's of no use, only delaying the inevitable by a few precious moments. The wolf easily restrains his meal to the table top with tight knots around her wrists and ankles.
For a moment, the wolf finds the sight erotic and allows other thoughts to invade his mind, thoughts of using this female for other purposes than originally intended. He starts to pant a bit as he stares, imagining the feel of the female's flesh clutching him, legs spread wide around his gyrating hips, thrusting and moaning. Just like Chuck. Images of the ram plowing that female in the barn paint morbid pictures in the wolf's mind, details of ram dick that shouldn't be there. The images continue, growing and expanding until he's lost in the memory, the scents and sounds. Xander felt his body react in a way it shouldn't, sheath thickening with continued thoughts of the mating sheep.
A warning growl from his stomach caused the thoughts to flee instantly. Fucking wasn't going to take care of the wolf's hunger. Then again, there was no reason why he couldn't feast afterwards, right? The thoughts instantly returned, and this time instead of the ram fucking the ewe, it was him, a wolf fucking a sheep. Xander never had such thoughts. Was it wrong to fuck the prey? Could he actually fuck her? It isn't like anyone would know. He_is_ going to eat her after all. The question was, could he live with himself.
His mind screams at him. This is_food_! You eat it. You don't fuck it. More growls from his stomach agree with this statement. For a fleeting moment, his body is in compliance, but the tightness in his shorts reminds him of one important fact.
Regardless of how long since his last meal, it has been even longer since he's had a good lay.
Fuck it. Xander can't shake the thoughts. He starts to drool for new reasons. The thoughts of screwing a sheep are just so taboo, yet excite the wolf. No one would know.
"Please! Don't...do this to me!"
The ewe begins to sob, bleating and pleading with what she believes to be a hungry wolf. She fights her bonds and tries to pull away until she sees the lupine at the edge of the table, staring down at her. Her eyes are wide, the gaze of a mortal being holding the abysmal glare of death. Her fear doesn't allow her to see anything but a brutal predator about to feast, his clothing easily hiding his new intentions.
Xander growls, a vicious display of sharp fangs, "Be quiet already!"
The threat does little to ease the ewe's calls, the pleas growing to an intense frequency. A firm paw reaches up and grips her maw tightly, forcing the bleats back into the female's throat. Conulsions shake the bound ewe as she chokes on more sobs, the sounds muffled by the wolf's strong hold. Xander finds her fear to be even more exciting. This little game is as natural as drooling, predator taking prey.
Finally, the wolf's free paw comes to rest on soft sheep wool and cause her to tense up noticeably. It navigates along her sides, squeezing and prodding to see just how much meat she is going to give to him. The paw moves up to grip a breast after a couple tentative squeezes to her flank.
The ewe watches in quiet terror. She knows what wolves do with her kind. She's being inspected. Each squeeze to her hip makes her jump and tense. Her eyes dart about frantically, as if they may find some form of salvation from her current nightmare. Tears blur her view, but don't stop her from trying. The firm squeeze to her breast gets a muffled gasp that leaves the ewe a bundle of tense muscles. It lingers there longer than it should.
Xander stares at the filling in his paw, manipulating it with his fingers, the claw of his thumb rubbing over a slowly swelling nipple. Finally, it relents, leaving the sharply pointed tip to the assault of the cold air. His fingers rake through the wool of her abdomen before they catch the tight fitting garment protecting the ewe's modesty. They linger here much like they did on the ewe's breast.
The lupine has never seen one of these females nude, up close. The only one he's witnessed involved a very horny ram doing his job. His excitement grows again, the images becoming distinct and overpowering like graffiti on a freshly painted wall. With a growl, the wolf tugs at the garment. The force is enough to lift the ewe's hips from the table, but the fabric doesn't give. Frustrated, the wolf releases his meal's muzzle and tries with both paws. This time the fabric gives and the female's cries fill the den once again.
The torn shorts are easy to stuff into the crying ewe's muzzle, once again muffling the pleas, but they're unneeded. Humiliation forces a strange sense of compliance over the quiet ewe, stilling both struggles and cries. There's no use anyway as the wolf leaves her on full display, legs spread by the bonds holding her ankles to either corner of the table. She finally closes her eyes, as if it would block out the inspective gaze the wolf has upon her. When they open, the lupine is still staring.
Why was he staring at her like that? She squirms under his heavy gaze, cries reduced to gentle whimpers. Why was he doing this, letting her linger and suffer? After what seems like an eternity, the wolf's paws start to move. The ewe follows the movement with her wide eyes, thinking this is it, this is the moment of her death, only to follow them down to the wolf's shorts. A new fear chills her bones at what she sees, the lupine's fingers drawing the zipper over a noticeable bulge.
Xander is panting by the time his shorts hit the ground, easing the incredible pressure that had built up around his straining shaft, the tapered tip leading him to the foot of the table. The ewe begins to struggle again, a look of realization spreading through her terrified expression as she looks down her body at the excited wolf that stands between her legs. .
Why couldn't he just_eat_ her?
Xander takes in the sight which makes even his own growling stomach forget its hunger. A part of him hates to admit it, but she's quite appealing for prey. It has been a couple years since he's seen a female like this. A strand of his own fluids drips from his cock tip like the drool from his bottom lip. He doesn't care though, as his attention is elsewhere. The soft wool of the ewe's inner thighs tickles along the outside of his own, mingling with the coarse lupine fur, but this is an afterthought compared to the sight of his straining shaft aimed directly at the ewe's sex. Squeezing her hips, the wolf's paws slowly move inward, directly towards the exposed feminine folds.
The ewe tenses up again, squeezing her eyes shut as more tears flow. It's bad enough that she is going to be eaten, but to have the wolf do this to her before that is too much. Her head starts to shake, as if that would get Xander to stop. Of course, it does nothing to prevent the wolf's fingers from finding their goal, lewdly tracing along the outside. The gentle tickle sends thrills through her body, forcing it to mix with the feeling of fear and disgust.
A sampling sniff of the air brings the heady mix of fear, sweat, sex and musk to the wolf. His dick jumps, ready for action. Without any ceremony, two of the wolf's fingers suddenly dive into the ewe's body, causing her back to arch and another muffled moan to escape her throat before her form is racked with another bout of sobs. The fingers wiggle in their new, moist home. This time, both of them gasp.
Xander grins. He's losing himself to this bitch. The thought of fucking her became the dominant thought in his mind. She is no longer a meal, but a bitch, ready and willing. He had to have her. The sight of his cock so close to her quivering cunt was incredible and makes him think of what it would look like buried to the hilt. He wiggles his fingers a couple times before withdrawing them with a slow slurp, the wet lips acting as if they could grip his fingers and keep them there. The wolf pressed his slick fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Dinner Time" ©2011 Emerald Cistern
The heady scent of ram nearly makes Xander gag.
Shocked, he pulls his fingers away to see a milky bead of cum run down them, as well as the strand that connects more of the slick fluid to his nose.
Cum...and not a female's either.
The wolf cringed and pulled himself from the table, backing away as he wiped the back of his paw repeated over his nose, trying to get the sticky fluid off his face. He can't believe he wiped that bastard's cum all over his nose.
"What the fuck?" Xander growls as he looks at his paws after each swipe over his nose. He can still feel it there, soaking in. The thought angers the lupine, yet he still feels his ears burning with embarrassment.
There's fucking_ram_ cum all over his nose.
This ewe was freshly fucked. What he had thought was his own masculine scent turns out to be the ram and now it's all he can smell. It is an overpowering odor that quickly fills his den, leaving even his own scent to sit at the sidelines. The wolf's growl continues to grow as he looks back at the motionless ewe, her chest rapidly swelling with each heavy pant. Now Xander could see the ram's cum flowing from her recently stretched cunny. The wolf is disgusted to see the mess flow onto his table. The sheep did a good job of keeping it in. Perhaps the fear of death left her insides knotted enough to keep their prize.
That god damned ram!
Chuck must have fucked her right before the wolf came along. The ram's semen works like an adhesive, holding her labia together like a raw Venus Fly Trap. Disgusted, the lupine's stomach churns at the sight.
Xander mentally kicks himself. How could he not smell it before? In his excitement, he didn't bother checking such things. Then again, everything smelt like sex back at the farm. What a stupid mistake! Now, he was in store for a nice set of blue balls_and_ an empty stomach. Eating meat marinated in his own fluids is one thing, but soaked through with ram cum? How could he eat anything like that? He didn't want to taste the ram's semen. Even if he cleaned her out, the thought will stick with him and flavor every bite he takes. The wolf's stomach agrees wholeheartedly, no longer demanding its fill of sheep.
The ewe watches quietly, her breath slowly growing under control. Was he not going to rape her? To_kill_ her? The show of disgust on the wolf's face gives her hope. Why isn't he chowing down? Here she is, defenseless and completely nude before the lupine; the perfect treat! Yet the wolf continues to stare until his paws crash down on the table with a vicious growl.
"Damn it! What am I supposed to do now?"
The ewe's ears perk at the question, a hopeful look.
"I can't eat you."
That's music to her ears! The female felt like dancing in her elation. Maybe she will get out of this after all.
The wolf continues to contemplate his options. He is starving. The thought of another meal of grass and vegetables is as appealing as a cum filled ewe. No, he's not hungry enough to eat either tonight; both options causing his stomach to churn with nausea.
Xander nearly feels like crying! All that work for nothing! It takes quite a bit of effort to sneak into that farm, risking life and limb for food. The ram is dangerous by himself, but there's also the danger of the farmer catching him. That would be far worse than anything the ram could do to him.
Desperation makes him shake a little more. He's going to starve to death and all because of that fucking ram and his...fucking! There has to be something he can do! The wolf continues to let his gaze move over the ewe, trying to ignore the growing mess he leaves on his table. The soft wool is surprisingly well groomed, especially for a stupid barn yard animal.
A grin slowly spread over his muzzle. He needs to get close to the females again, without detection, so he can discover which haven't been recently taken by the ram. There's little doubt in the wolf's mind that every one of them has been in the ram's lap, but that doesn't mean they'll always be dripping with his own personal brand of marinade. That could take some time and no ewe is going to sit back and allow a wolf to sniff them without signaling the alarm. The idea continues to develop as the wolf explores more of the ewe's copious coat. She has yet to be sheered, the white fluff heavy and full all over her form. An ewe may not allow a wolf to sniff at her.
Another ewe though...
Xander walks out of the ewe's sight without another word, disappearing deeper into the den. A new sense of fright pumps through the ewe. He may not want to eat her, but that doesn't exactly mean she is going to be released. She has absolutely no idea what the lupine has planned now. What other use could she possibly serve if the male wasn't' going to fuck or eat her?
It isn't long before the wolf returns, holding a razor blade and a pair of scissors. The lupine's teeth remain on display, his grin turning almost monstrous as he approaches the table again. Fresh fears of dying bloom like fireworks in the young female's mind. If a piece of food appears unappealing, it gets cut out, right? Why waste a perfectly good meal because of a little ram sperm?
This is it; time to die. The thought gets her to tremble again, jaws chewing on the fabric still forced there. She tries to pull back through the table to get away from the wolf, her head shaking quickly as her eyes dart from the wolf's grin to the sharp tools in his paws. She's unsure of what scares her more as the wolf closes in.
The ewe sits quietly before the mirror, admiring what looks back. Thick white wool hugs every inch just right...as if it belongs there. If it weren't for the swaying, bushy tail, no one could tell there was a wolf in all that wool. The thick pelt does a great job of hiding the zipper tailored along the front of the sheep suit. The white wool still gives way to dark black fur that coated both arms and legs. The lupine's muzzle looks a little larger than a normal sheep, but there is no way that any of those dumb animals would be able to tell the difference, the rest of the costume hiding his identity completely.
Xander looks over at the nearby ewe, restrained to a chair. She returns his gaze. She is completely devoid of her protective wool, which leaves her pert breasts on display to the lupine, as well as her messy crotch. The seed finally stopped leaking from her sometime during the day and left a crusty cover over her swollen vaginal lips. The wolf could only cringe again. It would take forever to get that scent out of his den.
Xander stands and walks over to the female, wearing her coat, "Thank you for your contribution, sweet thing."
The lupine winks at the sheep, only getting a hateful glare in return unable to speak around the useless fabric that still gags her. His stomach growls anew. This fool proof plan would have to work! There is no way he is going hungry again tonight. Meals of grass are a thing of the past.
Reaching behind him, he grips his tail and manipulates it until it slips into his new suit. Since the legs are so tight, he has to force it up along his back, leaving an invisible bulge along his spine that the thick wool hides perfectly. It is an uncomfortable angle, but it'll have to do. Now, there was nothing of the wolf showing, the façade complete.
The whole scene was too surreal to the female in the chair. Her head begins to feel dizzy. Watching a wolf slip into her fur to imitate a ewe was enough to do that. She has to take her eyes away from the morbid scene. It's just too much.
The inside of the wool suit sent strange thrills through the lupine. He couldn't get the outfit to work with his shorts, so he had to go completely nude under the wool and it tickled his sheath with each movement. The thought of it exciting him alarmed the lupine. It also reminded him that he should put on a pair of shorts. He may be able to sneak in with this outfit, but a naked ewe would still bring unwanted attention. He hopes his shorts don't give him away.
Xander takes another look in the mirror. It looks great! A wolf no longer looks back at him, but a well built and beautiful ewe. The lupine moves around in his new guise, stretching and making sure everything is in order. It stretches and constricts with each of the lupine's movements. Perfect.
The wolf turns to examine himself from behind as well. A tuft of white wool hangs over his rump above the waistline of his shorts. He cringed a bit at the sight of his rump visible through the hole left by the absence of his tail. The fabric was just too small though. He couldn't attach it everywhere. It was a small blemish though and the cover of night would easily hide it from anyone's view. Considering the size difference, he did a great job covering everything.
Damn, this dinner better be good.
The wolf moves the ewe into another room before he releases her from her bonds. She remains quietly in the chair as the wolf back out of the room. The click of a lock settles in place, leaving her along with some grass and water. He didn't want the meat to spoil. It could be cleaned some day.
The wolf in sheep's clothing takes a final look at himself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. He straightens the mask hiding his lupine muzzle, then pulls up the shorts a bit more. With one final adjustment, the lupine hides anything that could give him away. The bulge in the front of the pants looks natural considering the thick fur he wears.
Xander leaves his den, his stomach growling anew at the prospect of finally getting to eat.
A form stands outside the fence, as it did the night previous, waiting in quite inspection. The wolf sniffs the air through the nose of the mask, trying to catch any scents. What a waste it would be to get caught now after all the hard work, but he needs to be certain that no one sees an ewe jumping the fence.
Finding the coast clear, Xander once again leaps the fence, landing quietly on the other side. He creeps into the pen, still using the shadows along the barn. Maybe the suit could work as a backup plan and he could still sneak in and back out without detection. It's not as easy to hide in the dark when you're made completely of white, but he still draws no attention to himself. The spot in the corner gives him full view of the surrounding yard.
The herd of females is small, only numbering seven. They all look quite tasty to the famished lupine. The wolf doesn't move, only watching his prey quietly, observing and listening for now. He had never been this close before.
"I can't believe how long he can go," one of the ewes starts.
"I know!" another agrees. "It's like he's a machine or something."
"And_so_ big," a third adds, giggling with her friends.
They continue to chat, about the ram no doubt. The wolf isn't interested in hearing about any of that. He looks around for the ram though, unable to find him anywhere. The coast is clear of both ram and farmer, leaving the ewes as easy prey.
Xander steadied himself. He couldn't let his nerves get the best of him now. Exhaling slowly, Xander sneaks from the shadows and approaches the group without a sound. He sweats under the wooly outfit he wears, the feeling of it rubbing against him still making his groin tingle. He gets close to the first one and sniffs at her quietly.
Damn! Another one spoiled. The ewe has the stench of the ram all over her.
Xander moves on to the next one. Still the females don't notice him. He quietly pushes his nose towards her direction and sniffs the air. The stench of rut wafts to his nostrils once again.
How long can that bastard go? Is there no untainted meat here?
He starts to move away, going to sniff at a third one. He finds this one to carry the same stench as the other two. He feels his heart begin to sink when he approaches the fourth one, asking whatever deities might be listening for a fresh piece of meat.
He extends his nose towards this one, only to have the wool of the female push up against it. The cold nose startles the ewe, "Hey!"
The wolf jumps, backing away quickly, thinking he has been caught. He thinks about running, but catches another feminine voice before he can, "You must be the new girl. We saw the farmer bringing you in yesterday."
The wolf looks towards this one, then quickly nods his head, unsure of how to answer. He definitely can't talk, but he only has two more ewes to sniff. He plays along, moving back towards the group.
The female moves closer to the 'new ewe' and examines her, sniffing at the wool and the scents coming from it. She gets a grin, only catching a soft feminine smell from the fur, the rest definitely the tang of male. The wolf continues to play along, pretending to explore this one as well. His heart sinks more when he smells the ram on her too.
The last one to be inspected now approaches him, a gentle sway in her hips and a smile to meet the lupine eyes that stare back, "Have you had a chance to meet Chuck yet?"
The wolf shakes his head again.
"She doesn't talk much, does she?"
"She seems shy."
"Look at her wool. It looks so nice."
"I bet she's going to have a great time when Chuck finds out about her."
What is that supposed to mean? Xander feels sick by that though. There is no way he'd let that bastard come near him. Let alone give him a 'great time'. The wolf does his job quickly when they all surround him, sniffing here and there. His hopes are dashed when he catches the strong musk coming from each one. All that work for naught.
He slowly backs away from the herd, working his way back towards the barn and the welcoming embrace of the fence that would take him back to the woods. There is no food here. Every moment he stuck around was dangerous for his obviously poor luck.
The ewes watch this new female curiously as she makes her retreat. She sure did act very odd. They all shrug. The new ones always did seem so shy. She would eventually come around. They all do. When they all turned their backs on him, he disappears once again into the darkness of the barn. Xander wants to growl in distress. They were all tainted! Not a single one without_his_ scent. Maybe he can find a lamb somewhere that hasn't been touched. There has to be some unfucked meat on this farm. Maybe in the barn.
The wolf in sheep's clothing drifts silently into the barn to search that area as well. He sniffs around in there, only to find the area reeking of the male. This must be his territory. The wolf thinks back and realizes that he only sees the ram in here. Xander makes his way towards the opposite side of the entrance, where there is another opening leading out.
"Ah! So there is a new one, eh?"
Xander stops in his tracks,so close to escape, when his ears grow heavy with that masculine voice. His heart starts to race. It's the ram. It's the horny bastard that ruined all the food supply.
And he thinks the wolf is the new female.
The wolf's eyes grow twice their size when he sees the male is completely nude. Does he ever wear any clothes? The wolf's eyes look out from the face of a ewe to stare at the large male, trailing over every aspect of his body. They stop on the heavy sheath and low hanging balls, lingering there a bit too long. The white fur lightly dusts the ram's testicles as they sway between his thighs below a low hanging tube of flesh. He catches Xander staring.
"Like wha' 'cha see, darlin'?" Chuck says as with a thick southern drawl while he walks more into the light, his entire form coming into view for the wolf.
The ram's head is surrounded by curving horns that trail down around his muzzle. They look strong; dangerous. The last thing the wolf wants is to feel them slamming against himself. He plays along with the male, not wanting to give away his secret.
"H..Hello," the wolf says, lifting his voice a few octaves to sound more feminine, "I'm new...My name's Xand...er...Xanda."
"Oooh," the ram coos to his new prize as he moves closer, "Such an exotic name. Are ya the one that the farmer brought home wi' 'em?"
The wolf could only nod his head as the ram steps up in front of him, rubbing at his chest through the wool of the sheep suit. Xander fights the urge to back away or snap at the male. He breathes slowly, trying to control himself from his primal desires. The ram is prey after all. Possibly an easy kill, but he would struggle a lot more than the female did. And if he wasn't an easy kill....? Xander shook the thought from his head. He'd be stupid to challenge the large male.
"I see someone does like what they see!" Chuck's presence is intimidating to the wolf for some reason. He's larger than the lupine, but there is no way he's stronger. Best not to find out though.
Xander backs away from the paw, shaking his head and trying to mimic a female's voice again, "...No."
It would be a bad idea to kill the ram. One wrong move and the wolf would be feeling the disabling blow from the male's horns. And any kind of alarm could bring the farmer running. The last thing Xander wants is to be looking down the barrel of the farmer's shot gun. He has to get out of this though, without suspicion. He looks towards the exits of the barn, trying to plan his escape. Each retreating step he takes is followed by a step in pursuit by the ram.
The wolf's back pushes up against the wooden wall of the barn, herded there as the ram closes in. This definitely isn't the plan. He can't let this prey intimidate him so much. He has to do something, but still isn't sure what. The roles were supposed to be reversed. The ram should be terrified of the wolf!
Xander is briefly impressed with the level of calm he maintains while he tries to figure a way out of the situation. The wolf almost whimpers, giving away his identity, when Chuck presses up against him, pinning him to the wall.
"Mmmm," the ram rumbles softly against the female, looking into the eye holes of the mask and the wolf within it, "Such lawge eyes ya have, darlin'."
Xander attempts to look away, but its forbidden by the ram's strong gaze, which holds it stronger than any paw could. A gasp is pushed from him when the ram's crotch lewdly grinds against his own. Even through the layers of padding, the wolf can feel the pressure. His paws come up to the ram's chest in an attempt to push the male away. His arms tremble with the effort, but gain little ground.
The bastard couldn't be stronger than the wolf, could he?
The struggles only drove the ram on. Without any effort, Chuck kept Xander pinned to the wall as his paw rubbed at the shorts covering the inconsistencies of the wolf's costume. The lupine tenses up as the paw disappears inside the shorts. Xander watches as the paw slips in against his groin, adding fuel to the fire that already smolders his plans. The wolf's heart pounds in his chest. This shit has gone on long enough. It's time to put a stop to it.
Before Xander gets the chance to react, he finds a muzzle pressing against his own. His attention is ripped violently away from the paw as he tenses up. The lips of the ewe mask part easily for the inevitable. The wolf cringes inwardly as he feels the hot tongue push at his real lips, the fat muscle wiggling and squirming. He fights against the invasion, keeping his muzzle firmly closed. He still cant' gain any ground, trying to escape the grip of the strong male, when the forgotten paw in his shorts presses against his groin in a full grope. The electricity that rushes through his body causes him to gasp.
The taste of grass fills his muzzle as the slick tongue slips into his mouth and catches the whimper that would have given away his secret for sure. The lupine pushes himself back against the wall fully, completely pinned by the horny ram. His tongue instinctively fights with the intruder, trying to push it out. Chuck takes the action as the ewe being eager and presses more firmly, feeding the lupine even more of his tongue.
Xander's world stops. He's pinned by the prey and now being forced to make out with the male. His tongue continues to wrestle with the intruder, taking in the taste of the ram's own tongue. Its not that bad, considering who it belongs to, having the sweet taste of alfalfa coating it. With a shudder, the lupine's tongue starts to lick at the sweet thing a bit more.
Before Xander knows it, the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva connecting their two muzzles together. The lupine blushes deeply, looking down to find his shorts around his ankles. At least the thick wool covers the still hidden masculine bulge and even prevents the ram from feeling it.
"Such a lawge tongue you have, darlin'," the ram's thick accent comes to the lupine's ears, with a seductive growl under it.
This time he replies, his voice not trying so hard to mimic that of a ewe, but manages to at least come in a hoarse whisper, "T..thank you."
Chuck grins quietly to himself, watching the timid ewe before him. What a catch! The new ewe had beautiful eyes he could lose himself in. On top of that, she had the longest and hottest tongue he's ever felt. His mind begins to race with ideas of where that tongue can be put to work. The new female also has a sexy body to boot. The ram licks his lips slowly and remembers the taste of her tongue.
It must be all that grass she eats.
Xander shivers where he is. That kiss had more of a reaction on him than he thought. His hunger and fear eased up a bit, giving way to a strange feeling of excitement. No! The wolf couldn't let this happen. He isn't enjoying it. There has to be a way out. Maybe play along until he isn't pinned anymore. Surely, Chuck will let the ewe go when he discovers she isn't in heat.
As if reading his mind, Chuck places a paw on the new female's hip and pulls her towards him, "I can see you're not in heat, but that doesn't mean that we cannah enjoy a little bit of fun in other ways. Come 'ere darlin'."
Xander sees his plans disintegrate in that raging fire.
The movement is sudden. Chuck steps back a couple paces, pulling the ewe along with him as he takes a seat on a bale of hay. Xander fights the urge to growl at the ram, biting his tongue as he squirms a bit.
The ram is stronger than the wolf had previously thought.
Before Xander knows it, he finds himself sitting in the lap of a very excited male ram. His knees come to rest on either side of Chuck's hips, straddling the larger male. It makes the wolf feel even smaller, being manipulated like this. He squirms a bit, one last attempt to get out of the ram's grip. It only makes the male hold on tighter.
"I do so enjoy a good fightah," the ram chuckles at the wolf, easily keeping the disguised wolf in his lap.
Xander comes to a rest after a moment, his breath coming quickly. The ram couldn't possibly want sex from a female that isn't in heat. He's just trying to get to know the new female. The wolf keeps telling himself this, silent pleas hoping it's true.
Please Please Please...
The feeling of something pushing through that exposed hole and up against his bare flesh under his bent tail has Xander completely numb, his hopes dashed instantly. His ears perk in alarm. The ram couldn't possibly want that! So this is the 'other way' to have fun. The lupine never thought in a million years he'd be in such a situation with another male. The ram's words come to him again.
"Mah wha' lawge ears you have!" Chuck bellows under him, lust lining that southern accent to give it a twinge of excitement.
Xander starts to fight again, this time giving it his all. This is far enough. The kiss is one thing, but to have another male in such an intimate position was something else, especially some prey beast. He starts to push at the ram, legs kicking at the hay in an attempt to escape. He only gets a laugh from the male, "Such ah fightah! I do say, missy, it'll happen regardless...You're part of my herd now."
Xander's world becomes a burning pain in his backside that stills his movements. He tenses up as the ram's thick maleness pushes upwards with such force, stretching the tight ring of muscle around the invading tip. A few inches of sheep meat sinks into the predator.
The lupine's paws move up and grip firmly upon Chuck's shoulders as trembling legs are forced to encircle the ram's strong hips. Just that movement alone sends another couple inches into the tight virgin hole of the male dressed like a female.
"Mah wha' a tight hole ya got, darlin'," the ram moans out as more sinks into Xander.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity to the poor wolf, his rump comes to rest on the soft wool of Chuck's thighs. Xander's ears flick back with the first throb of the maleness within him. A shake from the dominant male's hips finally forces the wolf to whimper.
Chuck's movements stop as he looks curiously at the female in his lap, then grins, "Nevah had ya'self a hard cock in there befo', eh, darlin'?" The ram gives his hips another wiggle and gains another whimper from the female on his lap, "Ya'll grow use ta it..."
Xander's mind is in turmoil. How could he allow something like this to happen? Why didn't he just attack the ram in the first place? Why is he letting the male fuck him as some ewe? Once again thoughts of the ram with that ewe the night before comes to the wolf's mind, only this time, he's not in the ram's position. Xander feels humiliation more than anything. Not only did the prey best him, but is also starting to breed him. The first thrust from the ram gains a moan from the wolf.
The wolf blushes hard at the sound. What the fuck is that? Is he starting to enjoy it? The next thrust answers those questions as the wolf moans out once more as the ram's cock hits something deep within him.
"See, darlin'? Told ya you'd enjoy it." Chuck snickers quietly as he hears the new female's sounds of pleasure, "Every one of ya does."
With that, the ram starts to move and forces the wolf to move with him. Xander's head tilts in against the ram's strong chest as he begins to bounce in the male's lap. More noises come from the lupine's muzzle to further humiliate him, sounds he remembers hearing the female ewe make as the ram took her last night. The lupine closes his eyes tightly and just holds on for the ride. He is constantly reminded of his own defeated masculinity with each thrust as the friction between his swelling cock and the wool suit brings him even greater pleasure.
And then Xander forgets about everything. His entire world becomes that hard shaft moving in and out of him. The pain is completely gone, leaving only euphoric bliss for the lupine. The burning shame of his humiliation strangely adding a new sensation to the mix the lupine had never felt with a female. He loses himself to it and the ram firmly fucking him. Then the wolf pushes back against the thrusting cock. He doesn't notice that his movements have managed to dislodge his hidden tail.
"Ewe's Don't Have Tails" ©2011 Rukis
The ram suddenly moves, lifting himself from the bale of hey and driving even more hard maleness into the wolf. Chuck twists his body as he moves to his knees, still holding his prey tightly against his chest. He's happy to feel the once reluctant ewe only grip him tighter. He hooks his arms under the female's legs and lifts them over his shoulders as he moves the ewe onto her back under him, still unaware of what he's really fucking.
That is, until the movements of the large male work the lupine's tail free of its hiding place. It flows out from within the costume like a coiled spring and tickles the ram's balls before coming to rest on the hay covered ground. All movement stops at that point.
Ewe's don't have tails. Nor are they gray for that matter. Chuck looks down at the female under him, confusion in his eyes. Xander's body goes numb. The ram knows there's something up. Their eyes lock, one full of confusion, the other full of fear.
The change from confusion to amusement in the ram's eyes is instant, watching the large yellow ones within the mask look away. He licks his lips, holding himself completely still as he leans over his captive, pushing the knees down to the wolf's shoulders, "Mah what a large tail you have." Chuck grins and leans in to breathe into Xander's ear, giving another thrust of his hips to hilt within the 'ewe' again, "...Wolf."
Xander blushes deeply within the costume, the humiliation rising to new heights. The ram knows what is going on now, yet continues to breed him and he continues to let it happen. He feels another thrust work the cock within him, unable to hold back another moan. He shudders when the ram continues to lean over him, unable to keep his gaze averted anymore.
"I thought I caught a whiff a' wolf last naught," the ram says, continuing to gently thrust into the lupine. The soft clap of his hips bumping against the wolf's rump keeps tempo like a metronome, reminding Xander of his current place. "I see ya enjoyed wha' cha' saw, eh? Tha's fine, darlin'."
The ram leans back, easing the pressure on the wolf's bent legs, his movements coming to a stop. Chuck flexes his cock within the male a couple times in an attempt to coax another moan from Xander. He's quite successful, his reward an obviously canine moan.
"Wah don' ya go and get onto all fours fo' meh," Chuck snickers down at the wolf, keeping him in a very submissive female posture. "Present yourself so I can tak' ya like a proper ewe."
They remain like that; looking at each other for another moment while the order hangs in the air. Chuck silently withdraws his maleness. The monstrous cock flops back against the ram's stomach as he allows Xander's legs to come back to the ground again. He watches the 'ewe' with a smirk upon his face.
Xander looks at the cock that was just within him, then at the smirking male. Is he really going to allow this bastard to humiliate him further by giving in to his demands? His gaze lowers back down to the throbbing maleness.
"Go on, darlin'," the ram says softly with a gesture of his paw and a snicker.
The wolf doesn't hesitate any more. He turns over and moves to all fours before the ram. His head hangs heavily with shame when his flowing tail moves out of the way, presenting himself to the male. At that moment, he's no longer a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's another ewe for the dominate male to breed.
Chuck looks over the presented rump of the male wolf. No wonder the hole had been so tight. It's that damn wolf he had been catching sight of in the woods. Chuck grins to himself. The wolf's ass was tighter than that stupid buck he enjoyed fucking a while back.
Xander waits in silently, eyes closed tightly and head bowing. He shivers as he hears the movement and feels the weight of the ram over him. He knows he's about to get it like the female he has back at his den and the others mingling around outside the barn.
The sudden thrust from the male behind him forces a shuddered bark from the wolf. The ram laughs at the obvious sign of lupine pleasure. It sounds more like a bleating ewe than anything. The noise doesn't go unnoticed by the lupine either, who blushes once more, almost sure that it can be seen through the thick wool of his costume.
Chuck doesn't take any time to begin thrusting, starting to breed the wolf as he does all his females. His cock moves almost fully in and out of the defeated lupine. Regardless, it comes as a surprise when he feels the wolf's hips starting to push back to meet each thrust.
Xander's lost. He knows it now. He can't stop himself from moaning out, sounding more and more like the female the ram is making him. He doesn't fight it when his hips start to push back against the rutting male behind him. His cock throbs heavily within the suit. The wool hugs it like a glove, his knot enjoying the heat that constantly reminds him of his compliance.
The flash of light catches both males off guard as it drenches the barn in a deep blue. They travel over the tools on the wall and the pair rutting in the middle before they disappear with a deep rumble following soon after. The grinding of metal makes the wolf cringe as a large object comes to a stop beyond the pen on the other side of the barn's opening.
What was going on?
"Uh oh," the ram breathes heavily into his ear, panting over his back. His dick wiggles inside the wolf as he snickers softly, "The farmer's home."
The_farmer!?_ Xander's body goes completely numb. The farmer would shoot him! He had to get out of here! Xander's flight or fight response kicks in, urging him to spread his wings and go. Chuck is one step ahead though, paws closing tightly on the wolf's shoulders, preventing him from escape. The wolf squirms and whimpers, which only grinds that large hilted cock more along his insides. A paw closes around his muzzle and silences him immediately.
"Shhhh," Chuck hisses as the sound of whistling and foot steps fill the barn. "Ewes don't whine or whimper." His arm hooks the wolf's tail, changing the angel so his chest pins the appendage to the wolf's back, hiding it from sight in the thick white wool. "Ya've seen me fuckin'. Ya know how ma fems behave."
The sound of the foot steps grew closer as the ram grins. Xander's panic increases, "Oh...god. Please..."
"Easy," Chuck says again, starting to thrust once more, "Its up ta you. I don' care eitha way. He won' shoot until I'm all dun. Just remember....my females don't growl." The ram licks his ear with that thick tongue, maintaining a firm tempo that kept most of his dick lodged within the lupine, "They bleat."
"Part Of The Herd" (C) 2011 Faytt
The foot steps stop and the wolf lifts his head to look directly at the farmer, leaning over the fence. He stands there watching as the ram fucks the lupine. A shiver runs through the wolf, expecting an explosive response from the farmer.
"Didn't take you long to get the new one, huh, boy?"
The_new_ one? The farmer doesn't notice! Nonetheless, the question gets the wolf to blush, the once strong predator reduced to this. Xander clenches his teeth, trying to stop himself from moaning, from giving himself away. Finally, his muzzle lifts and he moans out....a long, drawn out bleat that mimicked the female he watched Chuck with last night.
"BAAA!"
"Oooh," the farmer's tone remained lewd, "Sounds like she likes it. You really know how to take a bitch, boy. And she's not even in heat."
The words make the wolf burn even more, cementing the knowledge that he really is nothing more than another female for the beast fucking him. And now, he has an audience. The farmer continues to watch, intent on the two animals mating in his barn. Chuck laughs at the farmer's words, the sound disguised as a bleat.
It's all too much for the lupine. His head spins with each rocking thrust from the male behind him, all under the watchful gaze of the farmer. Regardless, he can't hold back. With a grunt, he pushes firmly back against the ram. His tail ring quivers tightly around Chuck's hilted length much like the wool squeezes his cock. Once again the pleasure forces the wolf to bleat as his cock surges within the confines of his costume. A moment later, Xander cums, spraying his musky seed into the suit. The scent drives the ram behind him wild. Another male broken to his strong charms and large cock.
"Woo Wee!" The farmer hollers as he watches the female tremble under his prized ram. If only she were in heat, he'd be knocking her up. It still worked to excite him, "Now I can't wait to sample that bitch myself."
Xander hears the words, unable to do anything but continue to cum like a female, bleating as his cum sprays into the suit. With a final shove and a triumphant bellow, Chuck buries himself within the disguised wolf and remains motionless. A strong gush of heat rushes into the wolf's bowls as the ram reaches orgasm. The wolf bleats out another stuttered moan as he feels himself claimed, the sensation forcing him to remain motionless as the male unloads the contents of his balls.
The two remain completely motionless as the farmer sees the end of the show, "That'll learn her. That show never gets old." With a tap to the fence, the farmer turns away. A moment later, the truck's engine sputters to life and the drives away.
Now that they are alone, Chuck leans in and growls to the wolf as his climax slowly subsides. The ram snickers as he starts to move his hips from side to side, only tot ease the wolf into another bleated moan, the sound much more natural now, "Mah what a good fuck you are, darlin'."
Xander stares blankly at the ground, his mind processing the heat within him as he perches precariously on shaking arms and legs. The thought that the ram's thick seed is deep inside him doesn't make him as ill as he would have thought...or liked. The ram lifts his weight off the wolf's back, freeing the lupine's tail which quickly curls around Chuck's hip. It brings him from his thoughts.
"Go la' down, darlin'," the ram rumbles into his ear, giving another gentle wiggle of his hips. I look fo'wad ta breedin' you again."
The lupine blushes deeply, not moving a muscles as he waits for the ram to pull out. The ram leans back and grins, resting on his knees, but not pulling his dick from Xander. Chuck rubs lightly at the wolf's hip through the wool suit.
Xander doesn't move until he receives a swat to his rump, "I said go la' down!"
The wolf jumps at the swat and immediately obeys, slowly pulling himself from his coupling with the ram. He pants heavily as he moves to his feet, the additional weight making his legs tremble even more. He looks over his shoulder at the ram, who continues to rest on his knees, limp cock hanging nearly to the ground as it slowly pulls back into its hiding spot.
"That's a good girl," chuck snickers with a pat to wolf's well fucked ass.
Xander looks away, moving to his shorts. The ram reaches over and grabs them suddenly, snickering and shaking his head. The wolf looks shocked. He can't possibly go out there without them.
"Ya don' need these, sexy," the ram watches the wolf, as if challenging the other male to get the shorts back..
Xander bows his head and turns away, the thought never even crossing his mind. As he heads towards the exit, he tries hard to ignore the wet sensation against his belly where his cock had spent its load. He glances back at the ram, their eyes meeting a final time. Chuck nods his head and motions with a paw for the wolf to leave...to join the herd. The lupine tucks his tail between his legs and then works it back into his costume, which gives Chuck a good view of his ass, which gains a wolf whistle from the ram.
The defeated lupine makes his way into the yard and collapses onto the hay laid out there for the females. The females around him sniff in his direction and snicker.
"Looks like Chuck claimed the new female!"
"Smells like someone got well bred!"
"Those two must have fucked like goats!"
The humiliating words continued to come to the lupine's ears. He listened half heartedly as his thoughts once again return to the ram. A tingle runs up his spine at the thought as he remains 'nude' with the other clothed females, the hot cum still soaking into the wool as if to remind him that he enjoyed it.
Xander sits quietly in the grass, watching the other females in the herd. Even when his stomach reminds him of his hunger, he doesn't think in any way about stealing them. He watches them eat. His ears splay slowly as he leans in on all fours, pulling a mouthful of grass from the ground and chews it. Another mouthful is devoured, then another, until the wolf in sheep's clothing finally fills his stomach, the irony of it all not being lost on him. His den is a fleeting thought. He'll return tomorrow, too tired tonight to do much more than curl up after his feast of grass.
Finally, Xander drifts off to sleep with the taste of grass in his muzzle, under the watchful gaze of the dominant ram.
There's nothing better than a hot wolf from the forest.
Chuck knows this.
The End