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Coby yawned behind the wheel. The windshield wipers clearing the view in front of him for a few seconds at a time before the pattering rain obscured his sight again. He had been unable to find any functioning radio station for the past several hours of the trip, he had left any sign of civilization quite a while ago.

It was the first time he had really ever left his home town, he had received an offer in a city within a neighboring state, and he was on his way to move in to his new home. He could not shake the feeling that he had made a wrong turn somewhere along the way. It was hard enough to tell where he was going without the rain, but now he had little to no chance to see anything on the road signs.

Lightning flashed in the distance, and he saw himself drive past another road sign above him that he was still unable to read. Coby swore under his breath. He was frustrated at his situation, but could not think of what else he could possibly do, so he kept on going, hoping he would recognize some sort of landmark if he kept it up.

The streetlights in the distance revealed some sort of shadowy figure standing beneath them. Coby squinted, wondering if that was a person, and if it was, what they could possibly be doing out in the rain. Upon getting closer, he slowed the vehicle, realizing that it was indeed a person. The figure extended his thumb and made the motion of a hitchhiker.

Feeling a sense of relief, both for the chance to reduce his boredom as well as possible get some directions, he steered closer to the side of the road as he approached the figure. He had never picked up a hitchhiker before, and his uneasiness at the concept was second to his hesitance to keep up his current plan. He pulled the car to a stop, flashing his brights and unlocking the passenger door. The figure lowered its hand and stepped towards the car.

The door opened and Coby felt the wind whip through the door as the figure stepped into the car, planting himself in the passenger seat and shutting the door behind him. He sighed and sat back in the seat, but did not say anything.

"How you doing buddy?" Coby spoke up, putting the car into gear and getting back onto the road. "Rough day to have to hitchhike, huh? How'd you get stuck out in the middle of nowhere like that?" He asked.

The newcomer seemed hesitant to answer anything at first, but eventually whispered "Fine. Just wet..." The voice was raspy and rough, but definitely male. He sounded ill.

"You feeling okay? You don't sound so good..."

"Sore throat..." He answered after a time, saying nothing more. Coby nodded to himself, it sounded about right, though he wasn't sure why it took him so long to answer.

"Well, while you're here, do you know if this in heading towards Outson City? Haven't been able to see any of the signs for a while, been kinda going on instinct for a while now." He waited for a response for a moment before looking over and seeing him nod. "Where are you heading anyway? Heading towards the city? Closer? Farther?"

"City." He said, simply.

Coby sighed, deciding to leave it at that. He would wait until traveling closer to try and pry out any more specific destination information from him. As they drove he occasionally tried to stir up some conversation, asking his name and where he was from, but couldn't get another word out of him. It was frustrating, had he known that the drive would be just as dull as it had been before he may have reconsidered the decision to pick up the hitchhiker. There was, however, a strange tension in the air between them. Something about the guy made him uneasy.

The time passed as they drove in silence. Coby was about to make another attempt at conversation when the hitchhiker spoke up. Coby nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. "Pull over." He said, severely. Coby narrowed his eyes at the request. No, it was really more of a demand than a request.

"Pull o... why? We're in the middle of nowhere. It's pouring..."

"Do it."

He found himself slowing the speed of the car. The hitchhiker was a little intimidating and he was starting to get frightened that he may try something, but he did not stop. "Why do you want me stop? Are you getting out?"

"Sure. Just stop." He said, more severely. His tone getting somewhere between angry and frustrated. There was definitely something off about his voice. Coby was still hesitant, he was about to ask why he would get out in the pouring rain like this when he grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it to the right.

Coby shouted in alarm, fighting the wheel back and hitting the brakes. They veered off the road by a few feet before he regained control and pulled the car to a stop. It took him a second to regain his composure. He snapped his head towards the hitchhiker, furious.

"What the hell was that about? What is wrong with you? You could have killed us." He put the car in park while he took a deep breath, noticing the hitchhiker put a gloved hand on the parking break and activating it. "What are you doing."

The hitchhiker reached an arm up and pulled off his hood. Coby shouted in shock, lurching away from him. The hitchhiker was not human. His face was that of a beast, more like that of a wolf than anythig else. His nose came to a muzzle, eyes were yellow, and was covered in dark gray fur. He had wolf-like ears that came to points above his head. The yellow eyes stared at him with an expression that Coby could not place.

The wolf leaned across the seat to him, and Coby fumbled for the door. "Stop!" The wolf shouted. Whipping his glove off and placing his hand up against Coby's neck. He gulped. The hand looked more like a paw than a human hand. It was covered in the same dark fur as his face and had long black claws.

He stopped and put his hands out in front of him, nodding submissively as he warily eyes the claws. His heart was racing as the wolf pulled off the other glove and undid his seatbelt. "Take the keys out of the ignition. Put on the child locks." He muttered, the raspy voice was difficult to understand, but he complied, pulling they keys out and pressing the door lock button for the back seats. The wolf took the keys from his hand, opened the door, and tossed them outside.

Fear started to rush through Coby, and he considered attempting another escape. The wolf seemed to notice this, as he rested the clawed paw on Coby's shoulder and leaned his muzzle closer to him. "In the back." He said, pointing to the rear seats. Coby considered for a moment before the severity in the wolf's eyes made him comply.

He climbed over the middle of the seats and got into the back, putting his hand up to his own face as he took deep breaths, trying to think of what to do. He absentmindedly tried the door, but of course it was locked. The wolf in the passenger seat looked to be undoing his clothing. He appeared to be wearing nothing more than the coat and pants. Coby wanted to kick himself for not noticing that he was wearing no shoes, and had nothing but large, furry, clawed paws.

He cringed and wanted to sob when the wolf began climbing to join him in the back. He tried to shy away from the naked wolf, avoiding looking at anything below the belt, but felt the creature's body brush up against him. The wolf climbed on top of him. Coby tried to push him off, but he was far stronger than Coby had expected. The wolf leaned up to his face, Coby could smell the putrid breath and grimaced. He felt more than saw the wolf extend his tongue onto his face. "St.. stop... please..."

He whispered, pleadingly.

The wolf pulled his head back slightly, eyes locked onto his own. "Comply, and you wont be harmed. Open your mouth." He said simply, pressing his furry lips against his own. Coby could feel the wolf's tongue flick against his closed lips. He sobbed, and opened his mouth, the tongue sliding into this own mouth, interlocking with his own. He kept his eyes clamped shut and endured. The wolf's tongue was long, forcing him to breathe through his nose. He felt the wolf's claws fumbling with the snaps on his pants.

He tried to pry the paws away from his pants, unable to back any farther into the door to distance himself from the wolf. He felt his pants become undone, the paw reaching down against his genitals, fur and claws gently brushing against his skin. The wolf pried his pants down, exposing his own genitals, and Coby was surprised that the beast stopped there, pulling his tongue free from his mouth. Coby panted, looking helplessly at the wolf that was sprawled over him, paw cupping his genitals.

"Alright." The wolf whispered, Coby needed to concentrate to understand his words. "Do you want me to let you go after this?" Coby nodded forcefully, to the point where he made his neck hurt. "Then here is what has to happen." He paused, rubbing the paw over his genitals. "You are going to lay with me. There will be no complaints. There will be no attempts to escape. This..." He started, tugging at his penis, making him wince, "Is going in here..." He added, lifting one of his legs up high, lifting up his own genitals, and tapping at his butt. "Do you understand?" He asked. Coby closed his eyes, gulped, and nodded. "Good. If it is not to my satisfaction, there will be consequences. For you."

Coby nodded again, the fear in his heart was astronomical. He had been expecting this to go down differently, for the wolf to mount him, instead of the other way around. He was not sure if the alternative was better or not. He was not sure he would be able to perform. He did not want to think about what the consequences would be. The wolf shifted position, no longer leaning on top of Coby, but now leaning on his back on the other seat, legs sprawled to the sides, planted on the tops of the seats on either side of him. His paw was still holding his genitals up, exposing the tail hole below.

Coby drew a shuddered breath, not moving any closer. "Now." The wolf whispered menacingly. Coby gasped a bit and leaned forward, positioning himself so that he was right up against the wolf's exposed rear. He pressed up against the wolf, feeling the warmth on his own genitals, but was unsure what to do from there. He knew he would be unable to get himself prepared for this, but he had been hoping that he could concentrate his thoughts to change that.

The awkward moment continued for a few minutes, with Coby pressing himself up against the wolf, which was lustfully gripping his body closer, trying to force his member into the wolf's tailhole. But it soon became apparent that it was not going to happen. The wolf growled in frustration, and soon pushed him away, glaring angrily at him. Coby felt both relief, that the encounter was over, and dread at what the wolf was planning to do to him now that it was fruitless. The rain pattered on the hood of his car still, and he had seen no headlights drive by where they had pulled over. The car was almost certainly invisible anyway.

The wolf shook his head. "I warned you..." He whispered before lunging at him. Coby screamed, trying to defend himself, but the wolf was right up against him, teeth bared. Coby froze, pleading for his life as the wolf bared down on his neck. But he felt nothing but the tiniest of pinpricks against his shoulder before the wolf leaned away. "This could have been avoided..." He whispered, as Coby realized he was losing consciousness.

Coby woke up in what looked like a strange land. Nothing he set his eyes to made sense to him. There were gigantic structures to left and to the right, and he could still hear the sound of rain as though he was still in his car. But this was far too large to be in his car. One of the giant structures to his side began moving, and he leaped with shock. It took a good minute of staring before he finally began to comprehend what was going on. He was tiny, maybe five inches tall. The wolf was still normal sized, looking down on him with pity in his eyes. The beast reached down for him, Coby not quick enough to escape being clamped in the wolf's enormous paw.

Coby struggled, staring blankly at the huge wolf that held him. His legs were spread out across his own car, which was now more like a cavernous hall. The wolf snaked his free paw between his legs, lifting his genitals to reveal the dark puckered hole right above his tail. With horror, Coby found his body being moved towards the darkness. The consequences... He figured he finally understood what that entailed.

The warmth seemed to multiply as he was moved closer. He shouted, trying to fight against the overwhelming strength that held him. The wolf's furry body was almost all he could see as he was fast approaching the creature's underside. He stammered, trying to plead with the wolf, begging for his life.

"I'm sorry...." The beast whispered, in a rash voice that was not meant for human words, "I didn't mean for this to happen..." He added as his fingers slid into the darkness. The words sounded insincere. Coby writhed madly, staring straight ahead of him as he was moved forward. He cringed. "It could have been avoided..."

He felt his face pressed against warm flesh, his cheeks lightly squeezed on both sides by the tailhole of his captor. He tried to pull his head back, but could not part himself completely from the flesh ahead of him. The giant paw kept his movement forward, his face slipping forward farther into the darkness. The heat around his head was unnerving, Coby wailed in despair, his face forced farther forward until it was completely encased in the tight flesh of the wolf's tailhole.

His screams became muffled as his mouth was encased in a slick flesh. He tried to force himself free, to pry his body from the constriction of the wolf's paw, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing but slide helplessly farther into the furry backside. The grip slid down his bare form. His dismay multiplied as the hot muscle engulfed more and more of him. His shoulders slipped in with less resistance than Coby had hoped. The rest of his body posed no difficulty. He felt his arms and waist follow, his head and shoulders sliding relentlessly along the deeper stretches of flesh before him.

He could only feel the wolf's paw on the bottom of his legs. His genitals slipped within the wolf's tailhole, resulting in spasms from him in reaction as he made muffled groans against the entrails that cupped his mouth. He tried to squirm free, to force himself backwards, but it was only a matter of time before he felt his body forced into the abyss up to his knees. He passage into the wolf's body seemed to cease. Coby responded to this by trying to kick, his legs barely able to part from each other from the pressure on his thighs.

To his immense relief, he felt his passage change direction, his legs being pulled back out. Inch by inch, he found his bare flesh exposed to the chilly air of the outside world once more. He wriggled as his body was moved, trying to part the anal muscles from his own skin as more and more slid out to freedom. He had made it back out up to his chest when the movement stopped and, to his horror, he felt himself moved back in.

He tried with all of his effort to resist, but it was futile. He felt himself weep as he was pushed back into the familiar depths within the wolf. His body was once more pushed in up to his knees, and once more pulled back out. The pattern continued for a long stretch of time, before the wolf finally pulled him out to the point where he could take some gasping breaths of air before he was forced, screaming, back into the tight tube of flesh.

The motion went on for countless cycles, the wolf giving him air every ten or so pulls. Coby tried to keep his eyes shut and endure. The sensation was an overwhelming one. Flesh held his body from all sides, with the wolf's paw firmly gripping his legs. It must have been at least a half hour when, to his shock, he was pulled out entirely. Coby gasped in a mixture of shock and gratitude. He dangled from the wolf's paw for a moment before he was scooped up by the other one. He shied his eyes open, blinking at the surprising brightness of the night around him compared the the complete darkness of the wolf's innards.

He squinted up at the wolf, a tear dripping down his face. He knew that any attempt to escape would be futile. There was nothing he could do but hope the beast would be merciful, hope that it would pity him to the point where he would be spared future torment. He was nowhere near that lucky.

The wolf, using his other paw, spun Coby around, pinching his feet together. He stared down at the wolf's exposed rear, his genitals hanging down lower now that the other paw was not holding them up. His body was maneuvered underneath them. He knew where his feet were being aimed. He shouted pleas up to the wolf, begging for anything else, begging for another chance, but it was all for nothing. The wolf seemed to be ignoring his words, having no reason to actually listen to him, now that Coby was literally within the palm of his hand.

He felt his chilly feet come closer to the warmth ahead of them, engulfed in flesh seconds later. The wolf's genitals hanging down to the point where Coby's body was brushed against them as he moved, he cringed at the feeling, trying to lean away from them. His feet and lower legs were worked inside the tight tube before the wolf pulled his other paw back, lifting his genitals once more and stretching the entrance to his tailhole, relieving a tiny bit of the pressure on his knees.

He, once again, felt his body slip into the anus of the giant gray wolf. He could hear the beast pant this time, now that he was free to hear anything other than the relentless squelching of the folds of flesh against his ears. The wolf appeared to be enjoying himself. He kept up his pleading, his words getting more and more obscured by sobbing as his head was pushed closer and closer to the darkness he recalled all too well. He could not help but think that the wolf enjoyed his pleading. It did not make him stop.

The flesh crawled up his body now, reminiscent of the sensation he recalled of being pulled free when he had been crammed in head-first. He slapped and scratched at the paw that held his chest, cringing once his sensitive parts were, once again, engulfed within the tightness of the wolf. He was forced in up to his head, the pressure to push him in coming in bursts accompanies by the anal muscles clenching around him. The spasms of tightness that came with the clenching was an unnervingly powerful sensation. The knowledge that the wolf was using minimal effort to impart this kind of effect on Coby made him feel even worse than helpless.

The anal muscle slid up to his head, slipping over his shoulders to rest at his chin, a ring of flesh gently gripping his lower head as the rest of his body lay in tightness. As he had feared, the wolf began pulling him back out by his arms. He slipped back out into freedom, the feeling of the air felt almost uncomfortably cold. He was only pulled out to the point where his genitals were released from the tightness of the wolf's rear before the movement stopped and reversed once again.

He quieted his pleas, his throat starting to hurt from the constant screaming, deciding to just shut his eyes and try to endure, try to imagine himself being anywhere but between the cheeks of the gigantic wolf in the back of his car. He tried to draw deep breaths, tried not to think about his own body sliding in and out of the wolf's tailhole, tight flesh engulfing his body slowly, only to reluctantly release him until he was engulfed once more.

The time seemed to stretch on forever. Coby had no idea just how long this had been going on, but it might as well had been days. It was when the wolf shifted his position and started to increase the volume of his panting that Coby's fear increased. The movement increased in speed, his body forced in faster, powerful clenching used to tug him in within a matter of seconds, with the pulling out far more forceful, bordering on painful.

One quick series of tugging resulted in the wolf releasing his chest and head. The giant paw disappeared from his view and he felt his upper body plop onto the furry base of the wolf's tail. The tugging from the anal muscles continued to claim his body, his waist already engulfed by the flesh. Coby, finally able to move his arms, threw them up in front of him to try and slow his passage within the wolf. The relentless clenching of the sphincter against his body was an immensely alien feeling. He found it hard to concentrate on what he was trying to do, just holding his arms out and hoping it would keep him from being engulfed.

To his horror, his arms were slurped up, pinned against his stomach. He shouted and tried to pry them free, but his body was already engulfed too far to do anything about it. His shouting molded into a wordless wail of despair as he was forced in. The sphincter was right in front of his eyes, tightening constantly, tugging on his body until the he felt the muscle's warmth on his neck once more, slipping in over his shoulders.

He tried one last time to plead for his life, willing to endure the relentless torment so long as it meant he did not have to die. The flesh curled over his chin, covering his mouth, and seconds later all he knew was darkness.

The tugging continued, pulling him in deeper and deeper along the tight tube that pressed in on him. He squirmed against it, muffles cries emitting from his mouth. The slick sliding sound against his ears was the only thing he was able to hear. It was deafening. He tried again to fight the passage, at the very least pry the flesh away from his own genitals, but the strength required of him to force back the powerful muscle was more than he could handle. The warm grip around him slid against his privates endlessly making him squirm with foreign discomfort.

After some time, and what felt like leagues of distance along the wolf's intenstines, the tugging slowed and ceased, leaving him suspended within the tight tube of meat, pressing in hard on him. He wriggles his feet, trying to pushing against the flesh and force himself back, but they would only slip, holding him in place. He whimpered to himself, barely able to hear his own muffles noises over the sounds of the wolf's internals.

The darkness that engulfed his eyes seemed to slowly spread to his mind. He struggled madly, his lungs desperate for air, before slowing his movements. The helplessness of his situation overwhelming him, overpowering his desire to survive and resulting in him just laying there and enduring the sensation. It felt like an eternity, his head felt like it was spinning. He almost felt like he felt his body slipping back out before he lost consciousness.

Coby gasped to himself, eyes blinking and head pounding. He tried to sit up but was thrown off balance, unable to comprehend what was going on around him. He recalled being completely engulfed into the wolf's anus, suspended in the darkness... He rubbed his eyes and looked around, getting a feel for his situation. He finally started to piece together what he was seeing. The relief that he was still alive was canceled out by the realization of is situation.

He appeared to be in some sort of small mesh drawstring pouch. His attempt to stand just made him fall back down, swaying with the movement of the pouch. His new prison looked to be attached to the belt loop on the wolf's pants. He had donned his hooded coat once more. The chill to the air told him that they were outside. The wolf was walking down the side of the road where they had been driving. He shivered.

The wolf's paw slid out from the pants pocket to his side, sliding over the pouch, cupping the bottom of the mesh material, around his naked body. The paw enclosed around him, lifting his body up as the string was tugged free from the belt loop. The wolf lifted the bag up to his face, Coby could barely distinguish the beast-like features from under the hood, though he could definitely discern a grin.

"Thought I lost you for a second there." He whispered, his voice harsh. "Wouldn't be the first time I went a little overboard..."

"Please..." Coby shivered, "Please just let me go... I'm sorry, I... Just let me go... I won't tell... I won't tell anybody, I..."

"Oh that is not going to happen. You..." He said, bringing his other paw to point to him, "are mine now. Mine." He paused. "I suggest you get accustomed to what happened last night. It is your life now. You. Are. Mine." He repeated, the finality in his tone shot tremors of dread through Coby. He fell silent as the wolf hung the pouch at his side once more, knowing there was no hope of him escaping. He shut his eyes, the swaying of the pouch nearly rocking him to sleep, finding it hard to believe that just the previous day he had been free and traveling to a new home.

The new home that he had received was so far beyond any expectation he could have had. He shuddered, it was not from the cold.