Wolfwassail
Wolfwassail
Keywords: macro, mild abuse, carnivore, cartoony, mild domination/submission, giant, humiliation, fur, furry, fat, orgasm, scat, suffocation, trapped, unbirthing, vore
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Through the high pass in the icebound Glocylus Mountains in the northern reaches of Extuoria a lupine figure crept slowly and tremblingly, assailed by constant fierce winds that forced him to keep his head lowered and his eyes shut.
Baphamog, the giant white alpha-male wolf--whose name contained a word in his tongue referring to those longest and coldest winters known to animal--held his fur-trimmed eyelids together tightly over his yellow eyes as he braved the unrelenting storm-winds. A stinging horizontal rain of tiny ice chips blasted him across the muzzle, his shoulders, his ears, and drove wet cold needles into the top of his head as he walked into the teeth of the gale. Baphamog was an Extuorian macro wolf, a creature quite unlike his smaller relatives not a few of which were well known for walking only on their two hind-legs and calling themselves "Lupaorans." Interrelations between the macros and their somewhat smaller cousins--who were able to transform from two-legged into four-legged animals and back again by dislocating and resetting certain bones in their hind-leg structures--did take place quite often, although mixed-breed offspring were rare. Extuorian macro wolves, on the other hand, went about only on all four paws, called themselves "true wolves," and scorned all relations with the Lupaorans and their so-called civilization, which they loathed.
And sometimes there were conflicts between the two species, which was the reason why Baphamog had lately been forced to flee into the mountains with a heavily armed and armored Lupaoran regiment in hot pursuit after tearing out the captain's throat with his teeth. He had managed to elude his captors during a snowstorm, which had saved him only to become his curse, for he had become hopelessly lost and was growing hungrier by the moment, and he could feel the deadly cold stealing into his bones and making them feel leaden. Night was fast approaching, and after the sun disappeared he would quickly freeze to death unless he discovered a suitable shelter.
Baphamog's mature-aged wolf-eyes were no longer keen enough for him to see anything in the heavy snowstorm nor were his other sharper senses able to detect any other animal on the mountaintop. The winds' incessant wailing was all he was able to hear. Continuing to tread the path without sight, sound, or smell to guide him brought the wolf almost to the gate to despair, and he was quite close to simply lying down in the soft, numbing snow and going to sleep, forever--
--when instantly a powerful scent penetrated Baphamog's half-frozen nose, causing his black nostrils to flare open suddenly, with such strength that they sent tiny shards of ice tumbling down the front of his muzzle.
"Mountain lion," his senses registered at once. "At least one mountain lion, possibly more, dead, with at least one lioness, all of them lying dead somewhere on this mountain," he thought. "Frozen stiff, but anything that will keep starvation at bay..."
Baphamog grinned in spite of the brutal weather conditions. His jaws parted slightly, permitting his long red tongue to emerge and surmount the wolf's lower fangs as he panted and licked his chops in hungry anticipation. He followed the lion-scent eagerly while remaining mindful of drop-offs and other hazards, using his forepaws to test the integrity of the path ahead while the blood-scent guided him steadily onward through the narrow high pass.
Traveling in this fashion became a painstaking process, but Baphamog's caution and patience were soon rewarded by the dual discovery of the apparent source of the odor plus a shelter of sorts: a wide, steeply plunging lava tube at whose edge the wolf stood for several moments, staring down at whirlwinds of snow as they descended into the slate-gray depths, landing not far from the blocked-off end of the steep, ancient lava-sculpted tunnel where the passage terminated in a mass of rock.
The air was becoming darker and Baphamog was having a more difficult time seeing. However, he was soon able to discern that several boulders had collapsed into the bottom of the lava tube's shaft, falling against one another, occluding the hole entirely and effectively sealing off its lower depths. After descending into the shallow tunnel, he picked his way nimbly down its steep floor until he stood on top of the crushed-together mass of boulders at the bottom. It was from underneath this tightly interlocked bulkhead that the odor of dead mountain lion emanated, stronger than ever before. Evidently a family of the animals had been caught up in the rockslide and cast down the mountain's slopes into the bottom of the lava tube, and now all lay dead and frozen underneath the rocks, waiting for Baphamog to come and claim them.
The mass of packed boulders would not budge an inch for him, not even for a wolf of Baphamog's huge size and strength. Minutes of pawing, of setting his shoulder against one of the boulders and shoving with all his might, and trying all sorts of ways to remove the blockage yielded no results at all. Eventually, faced with an impending nightfall whose sunless cold he could practically feel intensifying in every breath he took, Baphamog became frantic in his attempts to dislodge the blockage. He needed to reach not only the lions, but also a shelter of greater depth, if one existed. He was soon reduced to jumping up and down on top of the mass of boulders in frustration, until such time as he started to feel the mass of stuck boulders give way beneath him.
The wolf immediately crouched and tensed all four legs but before he was able to leap clear the floor underneath him collapsed and every last one of the boulders went tumbling down the lava tube's smooth chute, while Baphamog scrambled to avoid being pulled down and instantly crushed to death by the falling rocks. In less than a moment the dislodged rocks had spilled out the end of the lava tube. The wolf and the avalanche of boulders all went tumbling across a level, unobstructed expanse of floor inside of a large underground chamber.
After the avalanche had settled, Baphamog, who lay on his side panting and momentarily stunned by his fall, noticed that close to the spot where he had fallen the boulders had dislodged a fair number of nearly frozen mountain-lion carcasses. The wolf exhaled a brief sigh of pleasure and hunger upon viewing the heap of frozen, bloody meat lying there, all of it for him. His prize consisted of lions of both genders, as his senses had forewarned him, adults plus a number of child-adolescents: females with litters of similar-smelling adolescents, plus a number of solitary male and female cats, as well as pairs and trios of siblings....
Baphamog suddenly became uneasy.
Something that was living or had once lived in this cave had managed to kill multiple families of big mountain cats, all within a relatively short time, and had then stuffed the carcasses up inside this lava tube, beneath this tightly packed welter of rocks, to keep them as close as possible to the cold outside air--thereby keeping them as fresh as possible.
Upon examining his surroundings in greater detail, Baphamog noticed for the first time that the mountain lions' scent was not only coming from the carcasses on the floor. Indeed it was coming from everywhere, for every inch of the cave-floor had been covered in the velvet-soft lion-pelts along with the fells of a large number of other furred animals whose scents were not nearly as dominant as that of lions.
There was only one other scent in the chamber that seemed to be as strong as the scent of lions: a rich, warm, furry aroma that Baphamog's keen nose recognized at once as the scent of bears. At precisely that moment his eyes settled on a large, dark brown mass that huddled in one corner of the cave. The object gave no indication that it was a living thing in spite of the noise the wolf's intrusion must have created. This dark object was as big as a small hill, and every part of it was covered in soft brown fur. Its shape was similar to that of a rounded bubble floating on the water's surface, with a single large, stout, furry nodule projecting from its wide base. When he looked closer, he saw the fur-covered hill expanding and contracting faintly, and when his ears had stopped ringing he heard the sound of deep, relaxed breathing.
Presently the wolf saw the nodule at the base turn towards him slowly as a head turns, and he soon discerned two eyes of black liquid-phosphor in the creature's face, which opened and blinked sleepily. Above these he saw a cropped pair of brown, tufted ears. Below the eyes a broad, burly muzzle protruded, ending in a wide black nose. The creature yawned and smacked its lips, displaying rows of huge ivory fangs that dwarfed anything inside of Baphamog's mouth.
The wolf retreated several paces.
The creature, a giant Extuorian bear, yawned hugely a second time and smacked its lips with a sleepy expression. Afterwards the bear advised the stunned, nervous wolf in a voice that he clearly recognized as female, warm, deep, and relaxed: "Do not be frightened. You were lost in the mountains, all alone and starving to death, weren't you?" she asked him, with convincing enough concern.
Before Baphamog could answer, she opened her jaws in a second enormous yawn that once again displayed all her teeth for the wolf to see.
"I, ah," he began uncertainly as he backed slowly away from her, "I am sorry to have caused this disturbance and woken you from hibernation, milady. I am hungry and lost in these mountains; that is true, but that in no way excuses my actions. If you will excuse my intrusion..."
Examining the giant she-bear in greater detail, Baphamog could see clearly that he would be no match for her once she was fully woken, and with each passing moment she was growing more lucid.
"That's all right," she replied carelessly, staring at him now with eyes that were fully opened, although her voice was sometimes still half yawn and her attitude was still somewhat sleepy. "It's no great concern what you were doing outside. I just presumed you were out looking for food, though I can't imagine what reasons you had going out on a night like this, in the middle of a raging ice-storm, to look for food. You could've died out there, you realize."
"I do," Baphamog answered her warily. He steeled himself for the bear's attack, which he felt was bound to arrive at the moment he least expected it.
Shifting her tremendous bulk, the she-bear first lifted her head slightly off the hide-covered floor and then unfolded first one forepaw then the other from underneath her head. Then her ponderous hindquarters shifted and started shaking like a huge jelly as she unfolded her hind-paws out from underneath her body in a similar fashion to the first two. She then rose from her spot on the floor and began gathering the boulders together into a heap, pawing them all across the surface of pelts until all rested directly in front of the opening to the lava tube.
Afterwards the bear stood upon her hind legs. When she did so, she was truly colossal, being five times Baphamog's size and at least ten times his weight, if not more. The nervous wolf retreated from the bear as soon as she stood, awed by her immense size and afraid of it at the same time.
In a manner comically reminiscent of a squirrel storing nuts inside the hollow bole of a tree, the giant female ursine began replacing the huge boulders inside of the lava tube two and three at a time, arranging the stones so that the blockage was quickly reformed, and thereby sealing both her and Baphamog inside the cave, much to the wolf's dismay. She then took the twenty or so lion carcasses that she had been storing inside the natural chute and did the same to them, stuffing them all back inside the lava tube, all except for three, an adult female lion and two male adolescents, which she placed on the floor in front of her. Having done so, she then started exhaling upon the carcasses, after which she placed the carcasses inside her huge mouth to warm them without attempting to swallow them.
The wolf watched her work in speechless astonishment and at last, when she had finished melting the ice from the carcasses, she removed the three semi-limp, still wet carcasses from between her jaws and placed them on the floor in front of Baphamog's paws, at which point she said: "Please eat them. They're for you."
After hesitating only a moment beneath the gaze of the larger creature, Baphamog forgot all his fear and fell to tearing apart the carcasses, devouring them a limb at a time. He crushed their bones in his jaws, slurping down half a leg here and there, and taking in whole mouthfuls of their flesh with unimpeded vigor. It was not long before all three of the carcasses were fully devoured, leaving only a faint bloodstain on the lion-pelt rug, which Baphamog eagerly cleaned off with his tongue until the bear gently encouraged him to stop.
Facing his benefactress, the wolf presented his bloody-muzzled grin and stood before her, panting from the ardor which he had consumed his meal. Moments later he was resting on the soft, pelt-layered floor of the cave, delighting in the feel of the furs against his full stomach. He lay stretched out on his side, panting faintly, fully content, with his eyes closed in perfect relaxation.
When Baphamog opened his eyes he saw that the bear had once more removed herself to the far side of the cave, returning to her former spot and curling up to sleep in the same position as before. She kept her eyes closed and remained silent for another moment or two, while the wolf gazed at her wonderingly.
Upon reopening her eyes she invited her lupine guest over, "Why not sleep by my side, wolf? It'll be much warmer if we lie next to one another. I've been without a mate for some time now, and it will feel good to have your warm body lying next to mine while I sleep the winter away. I strongly advise you to do the same: wait three months and sleep through the worst of the weather before giving your journey a second try. You'll be glad you took my advice. I promise you, absolutely nothing can compare to waking from a sleep that's lasted nine weeks. It makes one feel... permanently rested."
"You make it sound like paradise," Baphamog told her admiringly, eyeing the enormous she-creature lustfully as he felt his wolfhood growing stiff, yearning to be touched.
Moving as quickly as he could manage after his enormous meal, the wolf climbed to his feet and trotted briskly over to the bear's side, at which point she said to him, "Lie down next to me," indicating the spot just to the left of her enormous left forepaw with a nod. Her huge, soft, dark eyes smiled down on him as he lay down next to her.
Baphamog rested by her side, panting faintly and wearing a smile of gladness on his slightly parted jaws. He looked up at her and licked his chops eagerly as he heard her start speaking to him:
"What is the name of my lovely white wolf?"
"Baphamog," he replied in a seductive, low growl. "And may I know the name of my host, the rare beauty who has provided me with food and shelter and treated me with the most sublime kindness?"
"Cimonaulf," replied she, exposing just the tips of her giant fangs in a smile. "It is a great pleasure to meet you, Prince Baphamog," she giggled, nuzzling her companion's neck roughly while he happily licked her enormous, brown-furred face and jaws.
"Here, let's clean the lion off you," said Cimonaulf, and having said so she began licking his reddened muzzle with her huge, wet tongue, cleaning all the blood off his face and continuing to lick the rest of his white coat until all of him was spotlessly clean, and his fur was all sleek and aglow from the coating of saliva it had received. Her actions had also left him feeling thoroughly and almost painfully aroused, for while it had been happening to him it became difficult for Baphamog's long prick to find a comfortable position out of sight of the bear. His erection became astonishingly huge and stiff, so that the agonizing, lip-biting wolf felt stretched almost beyond the limits of what his prick's skin could contain.
After cleaning the wolf's fur, Cimonaulf lay her head down next to him and snuggled in to be closer to him, and Baphamog in turn did the same. Having been outside in the cold for some time it was positively heavenly to lie down next to such an enormous source of heat as the giant she-bear. Indeed, so intoxicating were her warmth and her scent to Baphamog that the wolf was unable to do anything to calm his raging desires, so that in the meantime while Cimonaulf lay next to him snoring away, his surging lust for the bear was reaching uncontrollable levels. The he-wolf soon found himself lying on his side with his hind-legs spread wide, and forepaws reaching down toward his crotch as he jacked himself off with hypercharged ardor.
Baphamog growled, moaned, panted, and squirmed on his back as he built toward a huge climax, doing so with a great many repressed cries, as he feared waking the huge creature sleeping next to him. Throughout much of the process Baphamog remained with his back and head leaned against Cimonaulf's huge paw, so that eventually the vigorous movements of his masturbation awoke her, and she opened her dark eyes once more to gaze down at him.
Thoroughly embarrassed at having been caught, the wolf instantly rose to his feet to apologize. "I--I'm sorry about that," he stammered, "really terribly sorry. I was--in no way should this be taken as... a sign that there was... any ulterior motive behind my lying down next to you. I was, ah... going to sleep, right after... I was... finished..." he concluded weakly, offering Cimonaulf a shame-faced smile.
"Don't apologize," she rebuked him mildly. "It looked very interesting to me," she went on to say, indicating the wolf's big erection a nod, which immediately made him blush. "It still looks nice. I want to see what else you're able to do with it. I've never seen a wolf use his prick before. I'd no idea they were that large. I think this will be a novel experience for me."
"As far as the things I'm able to do," the wolf responded rather reservedly, with a great deal of hesitation and embarrassment, "I'm not exactly sure how I would be able to... to please a beauty as grand as yours, my lovely Cimonaulf, but nevertheless there have been... certain thoughts that I... which have crossed my mind, er.... I don't really know how to articulate them."
"Ah, but you should try. You've captured my interest now. Go on..."
"I, ah..." Baphamog hesitated at first. "I want to know," he said, "if you will let me, ah... get underneath you... for a time."
"Underneath me?" The she-bear lifted her bushy, furry brows in surprise.
The wolf winced at the way she'd asked her question then repaired to another shame-faced lupine smile, "Well, it's... your... your fur is just so soft and you're so warm, and you're so b--" After reaching this point, he was either unable to continue speaking, and he remained silent, staring down at his forepaws in embarrassment order to avoid Cimonaulf's gaze.
"Beautiful," he finished at last, without looking at her. "I cannot control myself while I'm looking at you."
All of a sudden her enormous bear-tongue slurped the side and top of the wolf's head, turning his muzzle roughly to the side and flattening both his ears against his skull in a playful fashion.
Baphamog heard the she-bear exclaim softly, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. But may I ask why you would want to, as you say, get underneath me?"
"You're so--er, beautiful," was the only reply he was able to muster. "I want the two of us to be closer, as close as we can be to one another... It's difficult to say why, but I... I want...."
"Say no more, my handsome wolf. I should have to call myself a liar if I didn't admit to having feelings that mirror yours, in the sense that I have been captivated by thoughts of you ever since I first laid eyes on you... and that lovely snow-white coat of yours... and I couldn't... I still cannot stop--" Now it was Cimonaulf's turn to grow shy and embarrassed.
"Staring at your...." she concluded, and although she failed to finish her sentence her meaning was clear to Baphamog. A moment later the enormous she-bear half-lifted herself off the floor, rolling slowly onto her mountainously plump side in order to expose her undersides to him, as well as the spot where she had been lying. Cimonaulf allowed the eager male wolf to approach her and lie on his back, whereupon he grasped his thick, blood-throbbing shaft in both forepaws and pulled its head down flat against his stomach. He then leaned his head back and rested it on the layered pelts, spreading both hind-legs wide as he manipulated his member.
A moment later the mountainous brown-furred belly of his new companion rolled back over the spot where the she-bear had been sleeping, and Cimonaulf's tide of flesh went spilling across the wolf's reclining, masturbating body in a wide, heavy, soft flood that instantly crushed Baphamog against the pelt-carpet, rendering him immobile at once and forced him to spread his hind-legs even further apart. He gasped amorously as the enormous, soft-furred mass trampled him down, while at the same time the giant she-creature giggled in a humorous voice that he heard faintly as he lay trapped and almost completely unable to move underneath her. His wolfcock remained erect and huge in his paws, smashed flat against his stomach, and although he tried with all his might to make any movement whatsoever, Baphamog was unable to do anything other than struggle weakly underneath the weight of her slack, bulging belly.
Gasping in a panic, the wolf cried out to her in muffled accents: "Cimonaulf! Dearest, I--I'm afraid that I... cannot move at all. Unnh! Rrgh! Phff! Hnnh!... W--will you please... allow me ss--some more space in which to move, please?"
"Why, dearest Baphamog, you've disappointed me. I thought you had made your request out of a sincere desire to play with me, to show off your talents."
"I was... I--I mean I did. U--Unfortunately now it seems I am unable to pursue that particular course of action--aagh! Oof! Ow! No! Oh nonono, please stop shaking! Stop that! Please, oh please stop! Stop!"
The great she-bear began gently rocking her huge, soft-furred belly back and forth on top of Baphamog, causing the sexually aroused wolf to moan and struggle in vain with his hind-legs spread wide and his wolfcock trapped, crushed flat against his stomach. He panted, snarled, howled, and whined beneath her as his cock started drizzling sticky, warm, wet pre all over the fur of his belly. The warmth and lubrication got him even more excited, and the more Baphamog wriggled and tried to escape the sliminess he was creating, the more aroused he became, until he felt that uncontrollable surging, singing rush in his loins, and pleasure afire throughout his rod.
Baphamog started to shout: "Oh no no, stop! Cimonaulf! Please stop! Please, I--I can't ... I--I'm losing m--OH NO OOONOOAAAAAGGH!"
A moment later the wolf climaxed as hard as an erupting geyser, and the moment his maleslit sprayed its semen was the moment that Cimonaulf lifted her huge brown-furred belly off of his body, leaving the he-wolf's eagerly grinning muzzle in that instant exposed to the large, throbbing head of his own pre-climactic cock. His muzzle quickly lost its trembling lupine smile and grew a worried expression. The wolf had only a moment in which to swallow in fear, the moment before his rod launched its huge sticky load directly into his own gasping mouth, spurting his own seed all over his face.
Baphamog immediately coughed and sputtered, and he suffered the most intense humiliations as his own spurts of jissom hit him squarely on the muzzle and in the eyes, drenching him thoroughly, the humiliation of which prolonged his climax throughout another few spurts, entering into a vicious cycle of humiliation and climaxing, which by the time it had run its course left the poor wolf's forehead, his eyes, nose, and panting muzzle dripping with his own white stickiness.
"Oh no, noo," cried Baphamog, and he had only a moment in which to contemplate his wretched accident before the weight of Cimonaulf's rounded, soft-furred belly was pressing down on the top of his head again. "Oh no! No, w--wait, Cimonaulf, wait don't d--mmmhgfgpff!" The rest of his pleas went unheard as the she-bear's weight crushed them into silence.
The wolf uttered a low, mournful whine underneath her.
"How are you feeling now, Baphamog my love?"
The response was a very weary, sorrowful moan. "I d--didn't mean for that to happen, Cimonaulf, dearest," he answered her weakly. "But not to worry... I'm already good... for another go, if you'll just... let me move... just a bit--grrrgh! Unnh!"
"That's quite all right," replied Cimonaulf, sensuously squashing the wolf's hard cock underneath her huge belly, sounding thoroughly satisfied as his erection rubbed up and down over her lower abdominal fat.
Baphamog whimpered and clutched at his shaft, sliding his forepaws toward his crotch underneath her immensity.
"I was well aware of what was happening," she informed him, sounding quite pleased with the outcome. "I thought you might enjoy the little surprise."
"Y--you did that o--on purpose?" Baphamog stammered in muffled tones. He struggled in vain against the huge ursine belly on top of him, which had covered him entirely in thick velvety fur and had left him almost entirely without breathing room. Breathing in the warm scent of Cimonaulf's fur was all he was able to do, which on its own kept his cock quite hard and straining to stand up straight, and it was not long before his massive companion was giggling and rocking her belly back and forth on top of him once again, causing the wolf's aching shaft to strain skyward in yet another approach to orgasm.
"Oh, w--wait!" Baphamog cried. "Please not yet, my love!"
"Don't be afraid, my love!" the she-bear rumbled to him, and he felt the words in his ears reverberating inside the blubbery tissue of her tremendous belly, coming from all around him. "I've just had an idea. The wet spot you've made has given me the idea for another game, one that I'll simply call 'find the wet spot.' I'll help you, my darling!"
And having said so, she continued using her belly to press down upon the poor wolf's exhausted, panting shape and his equally exhausted, nerve-weary male member. She worked him around underneath her belly without him being able to resist her or in any way control his lurching, inching progress along her underside. Eventually, once he had moved past the lowest-hanging bulge of the she-bear's stomach, she was able to slide him directly up underneath her crotch and let her belly's enormity squeeze the wolf's hindquarters up towards her own hindquarters, so that Baphamog's weakly wagging tail and kicking hind-paws presently touched the surface of something wet and was faintly scented, and as slippery as a the belly of a fish, but with a much more sensitive softness to it that set it quite apart from that animal.
His hind-paws and eagerly wagging tail felt the transition from soft and furry to soft and moist, and no sooner had Baphamog felt this than he began wriggling his body in that direction until his hind-legs and loins lay fully underneath the massive, soft-edged ursine clit with its large petals enfolded over his flanks, and his wolfcock sticking straight up inside Cimonaulf's deep, firmly-fleshed pussy. The tunnel of the aforesaid organ came to life at once, seizing hold of the wolf's tail and legs and pulling him inside, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain as it sucked him in, after which his rear-end and hindquarters were swallowed by her warmth and tremendous, body-enveloping tightness.
"Try to put your legs back behind your head," Cimonaulf called to him. "Don't literally put them there, but just the motion will get your body into the correct position to enter me. The angle's actually somewhat behind you."
As Baphamog underwent a slow convolution reminiscent of a back-somersault underneath the bear, his movement enabled him to enter her femininity at the proper angle, and Cimonaulf's organ pulsated and contracted at the same time while it sucked him in like a giant iris opening and closing, or even a giant toothless creature feeding. Eventually, the bear had him almost fully inside her birth canal, abdomen deep, with his forelimbs still outside her sex. Grasping the edges of her clit in his forepaws and pushing with all his might was the only way Baphamog was able to avoid being swallowed entirely.
Having been left in a prone position on his stomach after his back-somersault underneath her, with his tail and hindquarters lifted somewhat above his foreparts by the angle of Cimonaulf's vaginal tract, Baphamog was now in a rather uncomfortable position. The wolf's body rested half-inside and half-outside of her, and the dead weight of her lower stomach fell squarely upon his upper back, driving his chest and his muzzle deep into the floor's pelt-carpet. Slowly and with maximum effort, Baphamog was able to turn himself over while still half-inside her, so that afterwards he lay on his back inside her cunt, staring directly up at her enormous brown-furred belly as it settled upon his chest and upper torso. His head and those parts of him which remained still outside the creature's vagina now bridged the short distance between the bear's pussy and her clean-licked, dark red ursine ass-hole.
As Cimonaulf's wet tunnel continued to tug at his hindquarters and squeeze his maleness unremittingly, Baphamog spoke to his new companion in tones of pleading desperation, "Let--wait! Let me try something! Let me show you something that will please you. I know a technique--"
"But I need you all the way inside me," she complained playfully, while her pussy continued its relentless tugging. "I need your tail wagging back and forth in me, down in the deepest parts of me. Please, dearest Baphamog, please..."
"B--but how shall I breathe?" asked the wolf, panicking as his forepaws slipped on her clit and he lost several inches of his torso to Cimonaulf's eagerly swallowing pussy. "Rrrrgh, no, oh no... Wait, look here," he exclaimed, and he lifted his muzzle and pushed hard with both forelimbs, until he was able to reach the bear's large ass-hole and deftly slurp her anal exterior over and over with his lupine tongue. He did this till her anus glistened, and Cimonaulf repeatedly murred to show her pleasure, and shifted her huge belly around in uncontrollable fits, several of which caused the unfortunate wolf to gasp as her huge vagina contracted tightly around his chest, squeezing/sucking hard at his lower parts, while at times she stuck her ass-hole straight down onto his muzzle, causing the poor, half-despairing half-smiling wolf to utter noises of dismay as he tried to push her slippery, tightening ass-hole off of the end of his nose.
Moaning horribly, Baphamog continued to lick her, grinning in a weak parody of pleasure as the sounds of his partner's pleasure increased tenfold. At the same time her ass slammed down on his face repeatedly, and her vagina continued sucking at his lower parts, neither showing him any mercy.
"Ooh yes, my fine wolf, mmm, yes, yeess," she moaned, thrusting her great rear-end down upon his foreparts. "You're marvelously talented. I love your tongue. Ooh yes, yess, I love it. I love it so much when you leave me all wet. Ohhh, yes, YES, YEE--"
At that moment the bear's anal ring widened slightly and a loud, tremendous burst of flatulence erupted from it, blowing a storm of strong-smelling wind straight into the wolf's hypersensitive olfactory organs. Baphamog wheezed and gasped at the smell, and his eyes watered as he coughed and sputtered and tried to continue licking Cimonaulf's ass, but at that moment another huge fart blasted him directly on the muzzle, and the tired, weakly smiling slumped forward against her ass, panting strenuously.
"Cimonaulf," he said, nearly whispering, "please don't... do that."
"Dearest Baphamog, I apologize," she giggled. "Sometimes--eheh--it simply happens when I grow too excited. But come, you'll be safe from it inside me. I strongly advise you to give it a try, and if you don't like it we can try something else."
Baphamog lingered, hesitating for a moment, because he knew that once the bear had him fully inside her powerful, tight birth canal she could keep him there for as long as she liked.
"I--ah," Baphamog said, and another loud explosion of flatulence from the bear's ass-hole at that moment made the wolf freeze, stop what he was doing, and wilt away from her ass-hole weakly, panting in exhaustion while his eyes continued to water.
Cimonaulf giggled at the sounds he was making.
"Please," cried Baphamog, gasping for air. "Don't--ah, all right, all right... I will... I will do it... for you, dearest Cimonaulf," he finished, pausing frequently to pant and choke.
"Very well, Baphamog my love," answered Cimonaulf, sounding amused. "I will take you inside me."
All at once the wolf was pulled violently away from his ass-licking position and sucked inside the she-bear's vagina at a slightly upward angle. The motion was so sudden and powerful that Baphamog realized instantly the bear had only been toying with him by allow him to lick her ass-hole and then farting on him, by pretending for even a moment that his feeble forelimbs had been strong enough to resist her sex organ's tremendous suction power.
Almost before he realized what was happening to him, Baphamog was sucked inside her cunt almost to the end of his muzzle, covering up his eyes so that the wolf was blinded instantly and could only breathe by extending his neck and thereby his nose as far out of her cunt as he could reach. In the meantime he kicked his sharp-clawed hind-paws desperately against her warm, moist walls. The results of Baphamog's kicks was a series of increasingly fervid-sounding rumbling moans from the depths of Cimonaulf's throat, whose tones the wolf could hear reverberating in his ears as well as in the flesh all around and on top of him.
Her sex made slurping, sucking noises as it continued to pull him inside her, at this time causing the rest of his muzzle to disappear fully inside her cunt. With his body now hidden entirely inside the bear's birth canal, Baphamog was totally helpless. The panicked, whimpering wolf could scarcely move at all as he struggled against the walls of the she-bear's sex. As he fought against being swallowed by the giant creature's orifice, he clearly heard her calling out to him, "Baphamog my love, use your left hind-leg to stroke my wall. Reach up with just y--ooo, oh yes!" she exclaimed delightedly as the fearful wolf obeyed her every command. "Reach as far inside... as you can wi--rrrrgh--with your l--left... l--oooh.... Mrrr, ooo, use--mmmm! Rrrrgh--yes! Yes! That's it, unnnh--rrrrgh!--rrrrrrgh! Aaaaagggh! Aaaaaagggh! Aaah! Anh! Anh! Hnnh! Hnnh! Oh, ooaaaaaghh! Unnh! Hnnh!"
Cimonaulf started experiencing uncontrollable fits of pleasure as the wolf obeyed her directives. "YES! YES!" she was soon shouting loudly, arriving at a screaming, flesh-quaking, shuddering climax just as the wolf was running out of air to breathe inside her tunnel. As she experienced shaking, rejoicing, moaning rapture, Cimonaulf's tunnel was suddenly flooded with gallons of her feminine secretions, which washed over the wolf's body, thoroughly saturating Baphamog's snow-white coat as a surging wave of her juices erupted against his ass, striking him directly underneath his lifted tail and propelling him rapidly out of her sex with a massive spurt, which caused the back of Baphamog's lupine skull to collide with a thud against the pelt-carpet outside.
Baphamog rested, lying half-inside and half-outside of the she-bear's vagina. His body trembled as her orgasmic secretions drizzled down onto his face and his panting muzzle. He remained for a time stunned and unable to say a word or move a muscle. In the meantime, the wolf heard Cimonaulf moaning and sighing in pleasure, trying to catch her breath after climaxing. Her huge, pulsating organ was still tugging his torso up inside her, seizing and squeezing his trapped and flattened cock against her walls with even more powerful and pleasurable suctions that caused the struggling, panicking he-wolf to squirm uncontrollably and whimper even louder than before.
"Please, no--" Baphamog began, but as soon as he had begun to speak the rest of his words were lost as his tail-end was pulled upwards and backwards into the depths of the she-bear's cunt, until once again the only part of him which remained outside was the end of his panting, slavering lupine muzzle ashine with her female secretions.
"No, Cimonaulf! My lovely... Cimonaulf!" he cried out to her.
The she-bear responded with a deep sigh of relief and pleasure, and a calm inquiry: "What's that, Baphamog, my love?"
"W--what are you doing? You've already climaxed, ah, Cimonaulf... my love." He uttered a weak laugh of nervousness. "Now it's time for something else, you said."
"Something else?" Cimonaulf replied in a voice of complaint. "What else is there? Oh please Baphamog, please why do you not want to play with me now? I thought you were enjoying my company," she remarked in pouting, disappointed tones, while she briefly sucked him all the way inside her vagina, and then permitted only the end of his gasping, dripping muzzle to reemerge from her organ.
Trapped, blinded, choking, and trembling, the wolf licked some of the ooze off of his muzzle and gasped a plea for clemency: "I do! I am! B--but I thought you'd said that we would try something else... something different... instead."
The response was another loud flatulence from Cimonaulf's ass-hole, followed by a soft feminine giggle. As soon as the wind entered the nostrils of the weary Baphamog, the poor wolf instantly gasped and started whimpering in resignation, "All right, all right, my lovely Cimonaulf, I'll... do as you say, for... for you, my lovely... Cimonaulf," he finished weakly.
"You are an adorable, irresistibly charming, handsome wolf," she exclaimed brightly, and then began bouncing him all around and up and down, using her suction on him so that he had no choice except to literally fight for his next breath, kicking and pawing at her insides with both hind-legs at first, then with his left leg only stretched to the limit inside her. He soon heard her start to moan and murr from deep inside her wet, tight vaginal passage. Her cries increased steadily in volume as the back of his left hind-paw stroked her most sensitive of spots, up and down, up and down it went, till at long last the she-bear's bellowing, growling cries of pleasure had reached a fever pitch.
Once again, at the exact moment the poor wolf had run out of air to breathe, and as soon as Cimonaulf's cum erupted from her orifice, the main part of it shot forth straight against Baphamog's ass and balls. As before, the she-bear's orgasm propelled Baphamog out of her sex at the head of a flood of cum and sent the wolf head-first into the floor of layered pelts, knocking his head against the cave-floor hard enough for him to briefly see stars.
The exhausted, cum-drenched white wolf had only a moment in which to dizzily comprehend what had happened before he was once more sucked back inside Cimonaulf's massive sex organ, only this time the she-bear stopped at his neck and tightened her outermost labia around the wolf's neck and throat, causing Baphamog to gasp and whine for mercy.
"Oh no no, please, Cimonaulf!" he cried, "Cimonaulf, let's please be finished, please. Can we, please--"
"Just once more, Baphamog, my love, please," she interrupted in the sweetest, most seductive tone of suggestion. There were tears poised right on the edge of that voice as well, waiting for just the right moment to start flowing. "Please, and then I promise that will be the end of it, and I shall do anything you like before the two of us lie down to sleep for nine weeks. But I sense that the greatest climax of all is on its way, and I know I must cum soon, my dearest, most handsome white wolf Baphamog, please..."
Sighing painfully, with his neck still clenched firmly inside her sex, Baphamog the wet, tired, and beyond disoriented he-wolf once more slid himself back inside the depths of the bear's birth canal, wearing a sick grin of despair and total helplessness. He had once more before him the task of stroking her most sensitive of spots with the back of his left hind-paw, until once again she started making the noises she had made before, and the firm, warm, slipperiness of her walls throttled his whole body as she grew excited and climaxed, leaving the poor wolf stunned and thoroughly dizzied following his ordeal. At last the bear had her orgasm, and the exhausted, panting wolf was once again sent barreling forward at a tremendous pace at the head of a huge flood of her cum, and the moaning, thrashing, bellowing she-bear gave her lupine partner another terrific, jolting ride that left him motionless at the end.
Baphamog shuddered and grinned, clutching at his shaft with one forepaw still stuck up inside the bear's cunt and one forepaw rubbing the back of his sore head, which had just received its third solid thump against the cave-floor within the last ten minutes. As his consciousness returned slowly from dizziness to full scrutiny of his situation, the wolf noticed that his body was now once more resting half-inside and half-outside of Cimonaulf's birth canal, and that she was apparently snoring. Now he could escape from her, while she had dozed off.
"Cimonaulf!" he called out to her at once, and while she continued snoring he began struggling to pull his hindquarters and tail out of her.
All of a sudden he stopped, unable to complete the pushing movement; the giant cunt awoke beneath him and sucked him further inside, slurping the wolf back in up to his armpits within a moment. While Baphamog fought against the suction, he heard a continuous flatulent sound coming from directly above him and observed with shivers of panic that the she-bear's anal sphincter was widening hugely, and that a fat, round, dark turd was solely responsible for its expansion.
Fearing total immersion in shit, the wolf quickly retreated into the safety of the she-bear's birth canal up to his neck, to where the contraction of her tunnel choked him. When he saw that the huge turd was about to fall upon his head anyway, he retreated until he was all the way inside her. Once he had done so, he remained trapped inside the fleshy prison, through which the she-bear's deep, sonorous snores reverberated endlessly. In less than a moment he heard a sound like a vast sigh come from the bear's posterior, plus a few more farts, and he waited inside her several moments longer until his strained lungs were crying for air, at which point he stuck his long lupine muzzle out of her cunt--
--and found outside a tremendous pile of bear dung, that now stood only inches away from the petals of Cimonaulf's clit.
Uttering a sound of total dismay, Baphamog quickly wriggled his way back inside her and started shouting to her in muffled tones, "Cimonaulf! Cimonaulf! Dearest, please wake up! Wake up! Please please wake up! Please, oh no no--y--you cannot have fallen asleep already! Oh NO! Cimonaulf! Wake! Up! Cimonaulf! AAARRRRRGHH! Wake up! Please wake up! Cimonaulf!" His shouts quickly changed into whines. "Oh no, this can't be.... This can't be happening. I must escape. I must... climax--make her climax! THAT'S IT! I can escape!"
And with a shout of panting, almost delirious eagerness the wolf began wriggling around inside her until his own shaft was hard and drooling streams of pre, while the snoring she-bear interspersed her relaxed, snoring breaths with occasional giggles and moans of delight. He used his left hind-paw on her again, and in the final moments of her escalation towards climax, Baphamog unleashed another load of wolf-seed all over her insides, thoroughly besliming both her vagina and his already sordid fur coat, and doing so moments before her own organ climaxed violently, sending the wolf's body hurtling out of Cimonaulf's slit, once more at the head of a tremendous flood of her warm, sticky cum--
Baphamog emerged headfirst from her birth canal and landed with a thick splash in warm, gooey bear-manure, an immense pile of which now stood directly outside of Cimonaulf's cunt. The foul excrement engulfed him up to his torso as the she-creature's immense vagina spit him out into the manure-heap. The unfortunate wolf moaned and struggled in a panic as his surprising, humiliating collision with the excrement caused his current orgasm to be extended throughout a much larger number of spurts, until his cock was aching and he was left panting, altogether heedless of the shit in which half his body now wallowed, while the cum continued to leak out of him in a seemingly endless flow.
Whimpering, Baphamog at last succeeded in reinserting himself into the bear's vagina, which he did just as many pounds of the unstable manure-heap were collapsing on top of his head. Once he was fully back inside her warm, wet tunnel again, Baphamog was dismayed to find that upon reentering he had brought the bearshit-odor with him. He tried to clean it off his muzzle and head, only to have the involuntarily kicking actions of his legs arouse his sleeping companion's libido once more.
"Oh no no no," Baphamog stammered as he heard the response to his kicks: more moans and growls of sleepy pleasure, as well as stronger, slurping suctions from the sex organ in which he lay trapped. The wolf was still unable to move his body inside her for the most part, except for his jaws, which he was able to open somewhat to speak, and speak he did, repeating the same pleas to Cimonaulf over and over to no avail.
Eventually all of Baphamog's wriggling and struggling resulted in another climax for the sleeping she-bear, and the unfortunate wolf was once again spurted forth from her cunt to land face-first in the huge pile of bear-manure. While he struggled and sputtered to pull himself out of the shit, he heard Cimonaulf fart again and heard another defecating sound, after which another giant turd fell on top of the first and smashed it, sending walls of filth falling on top of his head.
Laughing in delirious exhaustion as he struggled, the wolf finally succeeded in reinserting his body into her sex yet again, but his movement inside her rapidly catalyzed another libido arousal, and it was not long before even Baphamog's slightest movement of paw, claw, or rigid wolfcock inside the she-bear caused Cimonaulf to stir in her sleep and utter low moans of pleasure in response the movements.
"Cimonaulf!" he cried from inside her. "Please, my love, please please wake up! I beg you! Cimonaulf! Please! Oh NO! Ss--Cimonaulf! I can't--ohnononostoppleasestop! I--I--ULP!"
At that moment the she-bear's heightened sounds of lustfulness crescendoed, and her bellowing moans peaked in a series of stifled grunts and pants. Once again her flood of cum caused the reemergence of Baphamog, whose shit-stained muzzle and head were thrust once more into the depths of the manure-heap, while the poor male wolf wept and shivered and struggled in vain to free himself from the tightening walls of her sex.
After experiencing this mid-slumber orgasm, the she-bear returned to snoring without missing a beat, leaving the poor wolf still trapped underneath her.
Wringing his forepaws around the shaft of his aching wolfcock in despair, poor Baphamog shed tears and squirmed frantically underneath her as he made far from successful attempts to stop the flood of jissom from spraying out of his maleslit and to remove his head from the sticky, smelly manure-heap. He failed to do either and his head thudded back into the shit-pile accidentally as a few more shuddering spurts of cum shot from the head of his prick.
Still weeping in despair, the wolf manipulated his cock until such time as the snoring she-bear uttered a loud "gznerk" in her sleep and sucked his body back inside her again. Afterwards he spent minutes more struggling and trying to reach the air outside her sex, even the shit-stinking air around the bear's crotch. Then Baphamog heard Cimonaulf making sounds of pleasure in her sleep again, and he grew frantic, wept, and panicked in the worst way as he tried all the harder to escape from the depths of her cunt.
This, of course, only served to increase his companion's arousal, until the poor helpless wolf was practically clawing at her vagina's insides, pleading and whining in terror as he fought to escape its clutches. After an extended period of this activity, it was not long before another huge orgasm erupted from the she-creature's tunnel and landed directly against Baphamog's ass and balls again. Once more the tide of fluids struck the bulwark of the wolf's ass and plunged him muzzle-first into the heap of manure, inducing another protracted, trembling, shame-faced climax as poor Baphamog wrung out his exhausted member with his forepaws thrust up inside her to frig himself.
The wolf lay shivering with Cimonaulf's excrement smeared all over his muzzle, face, forelimbs, and chest, and could only remain where he was as the rest of his semen emerged in a series of hard, jolting climaxes that brought several cries of pain from him.
Before he could do anything else, however, Baphamog was once again pulled back inside and upwards until he was inside her up to his neck again. With the she-bear still snoring profoundly and every few minutes having a mid-slumber orgasm that squirted the helpless trapped wolf halfway out of her vagina, to be plunged face-first into her dung over and over again, Baphamog was helpless to do anything except endure the torment as wolf-jissom continued to spurt out of his maleslit.
With a sick look trembling on his fanged muzzle, Baphamog managed to gasp the words, "It is going to be... a very long winter--ulp! Oh no nooooo!" He uttered a final long, sorrowful howl--which was more a moan of climax than anything else--and then the rest of his cry was cut off as the massive snoring she-bear involuntarily contracted her labia while she slept, once more pulling Baphamog inside her and engulfing him only to plunge him muzzle-first into the manure-pile again. Then the process started anew.
And so things continued in this fashion throughout the weeks and months of the deadly Glocylus winter, with Baphamog suffering underneath Cimonaulf while the she-bear slept on unknowing...
...until after three months Cimonaulf awoke and half-lifted her posterior, turning her head to look, only to find the trembling, half-delirious, dung-besmeared white wolf--his coat now barely white at all--sprawled supine in the huge pile of her warm, smelly dung while he tremblingly and shame-facedly tugged at the shaft of his cock.
Upon noticing that the bear was watching him, Baphamog all at once became shocked and embarrassed, and attempted to excuse his behaviors, stammering, "Ah, aah, wait, please, I--I was only... I mean, because you were... asleep and I had... nothing else to use to... oh no, please don't," he whimpered in alarm, seeing Cimonaulf yawn hugely. "Please don't, Cimonaulf! Please please, oh n--mmfghph!"
Once more the she-bear lowered her enormous, shit-besmeared posterior onto Baphamog and crushed him underneath her. Cimonaulf promptly went back to sleep for another three months, while her companion's cock unleashed the most tremendous of all loads all over his ooze-smeared stomach, at last causing the thoroughly spent and sore-cocked wolf to lose consciousness.
Written by Sluimarath, 2005