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Far Below The Trail

Adapted from Lusty Lamb’s Art

For Aspen

Written By Rix Prime

Based on Far Below The Trail, a single-page comic for Aspen by Lusty Lamb

Bright sunlight, clear skies, a warm temperature and everyone in the area distracted by the local midsummer festival had meant that, for Ghost, she could take a long walk along her favourite trail with little chance of running into someone she knew. Sometimes, it was just so much better to be out in the middle of nowhere without anything but the sounds of nature.

It was about halfway through her hike when the grey and white wolf found out, much to her dismay, that the usual trail had been blocked by a huge fallen tree. With soggy, muddy ground from a recent rain all around, with only the trail mostly dry, her prospects for making it around the old oak weren’t looking very good. Just when she’d been close to her favourite spot on the trail, a huge lookout tower that gave her an expansive look at the state park’s huge track of hilly forest, with snow-capped mountains visible in the far distance.

She was about to head back to the road, hitch a ride back to town, when she recalled a side-trail that she’d never taken. She’d always wondered where it went, and if she recalled, it did curve in the direction of the tower. With a grin, ears swiveled forward, tail wagging and pink nose twitching excitedly, she backtracked the couple hundred metres to the side trail. This was definitely going to be a new adventure!

Potential subject has taken offered alternate path. Identify. Time to contact at current speed five minutes.

Confirmed. Subject is named ‘Ghost’. Mid-transition female. Shy. College student. No local family. Species indicates compatibility with PCS Gamma, Code name Fleshpit. Currently on vacation.

Sufficient time for gestation?

Affirmative.

Proceed, observe only. Do not approach PCS-Gamma or divert subject off alternate path. Let it have its prey. During process, examine history if subject has anyone that will look too hard for her. Given no vehicle or camping gear, subject has high potential for permanent residence.

Copy. All observation gear checks out. Allowing process to initiate.

A few hundred metres down the trail, Ghost thought she saw something move in the underbrush. She stiffened for a moment, going completely still. “Probably a deer. They’re all over this place,” she said to herself, laughing at her jumpiness. She took a few moments to breathe in the fresh air, drawing in a deep breath. She paused. There was some odd scent on the air that she’d never detected before. Sweet, faintly moldy, but not in a foul way. There was something else to it that she couldn’t quite identify, but for some reason it made her sheath swell just a little bit, evoking images of soft rubber clinging to her skin, tight and smooth and restrictive.

Shaking her head, she found herself daydreaming a bit more about that, to the point that she didn’t quite notice the wet spot covered in leaves on the trail ahead of her. As her foot came down on it, it sunk in and she stumbled forward, her other foot slipping into something warm and wet and yielding. Something very deep and wet that wriggled and squirmed around her limbs. She had only half a second to let out a surprised and dismayed yell before the strange wriggling mass parted and she fell forward. Her arms flashed out, trying to stop her fall, but her hands only closed on something that squirmed and writhed and slipped out of her grasp. The only sound she made before disappearing into the sudden fissure of wriggling, squirming flesh was a surprised bark of dismay.

Subject captured cleanly. Sample PCS-Gamma initiating breeding process.’

Ghost fell for what felt like forever, confusion and surprise and fear washing through her. One second she’d been walking along, daydreaming, the next moment she’d slipped and fallen through the ground. The walls of whatever she was falling into were covered in a thick, slimy sort of goop, and no matter what she grabbed at, she couldn’t hold on to any of it. Whatever it was, it got all over her, smearing her fur, her clothes, everything.

Suddenly, the walls of the pit were closing in around her as she fell, and it was then she realized they were moving. What was happening? What was all this? To her surprise, she could see, a dim pale bluish light that pulsed and faintly like a heartbeat. She came to a stop in a mass of writhing, wriggling black tentacles, which almost immediately curled around her limbs before she could process what was happening. Before she had the thought to struggle or squirm, at least half a dozen had curled around her limbs, smearing them in that slime. One began to slip under her shirt, another tugged at the top op her shorts, another under her shorts at her knee. It was then that the scent hit her in full force, much stronger than the slight spoor she’d noticed on the trail. For a moment, subjected to the scent, she found herself completely unable to form any thoughts, a fog of confusion settling on her. She felt her sheath start to ache, the tip of her cock slipping free, and as the mass of tentacles tugged her shorts off, one of them wrapped around and stroked over the emerging length, coating it in a sheen of glistening fluid.

Ghost let out a moan, trying to deny the pure pleasure that filled her body at the touch. Where the slime touched, her skin was tingling. It was as if she could feel ever single strand of fur on her body, every bare millimetre of skin. It was only then that she realized she’d been drawn into the mass of tentacles fully, and all around her they writhed. Where one would let her go, another would grab, and she soon lost all sense of direction and even time. Where are they taking me? She thought to herself. The thought was strangely calm, and beneath it there was a curiosity, a sense of wonder. Hadn’t she imagined … fantasized something like this happening? Could this be a dream. The pulsing light changed slightly, altering modulation and speed, now accompanied by a deep thrumming sound that she could feel in her bones.

She knew she should be afraid. She should honestly be terrified, but a euphoria had settled on her that she could not shake off. And why should she want to? It was warm, her body tingled pleasantly all over. That pulsing light and the thrumming sound were nice and calming, weren’t they? If this wasn’t a dream, if it was real, she couldn’t do anything at all to stop it. So maybe she should just… let it happen.

A dim realization came to her that her clothes were nowhere to be found, and the tentacles were all around her, probing, touching, exploring every inch of her skin. Two thin ones were wrapped around her cock and were massaging it, sliding over the sensitive flesh, drawing out low moans. She couldn’t see it, but the organ had changed. It was fully like a feral wolf’s now, long and deep red with a swollen knot. And it felt so good to have the tentacles playing with it. Soon two more had curled around her breasts, squeezing and massaging, the tips smearing goo on her nipples, which thickened and grew even more sensitive.

Susceptibility to all mental manipulations confirmed. Subject subdued. PCS-Gamma proceeding with next step.

No signs of distress at all?

Brief struggle at capture, but quickly subdued.

Continue to observe, note morphological change and vital signs. No further communication desired until process complete.

In that pulsing light, Ghost noticed new tentacles, these ones covered in a bluish slime, join the fray. Thicker, dripping with the substance, they began to slide all over her. The tingling on her skin and fur grew more intense and seemed to move inward. Every time she felt alarm or concern about her situation, new pleasure or an especially deep thrum would settle her mind and encourage her to enjoy what was happening. Wherever the new tentacles went on her body, the smaller black ones pulled away to give them access. She jerked briefly when one of them spurted something into one ear and then the next.

Something strange was happening to her, she knew. The tiniest part of her mind that was cognizant of everything that was happening noticed it first at her fingers and hands. With bemusement, she noted that they were paws now, the digits more rigid, her thumbs no longer opposable. Genuine claws tipped her digits now, black and slightly curved. They could hurt these things… but why would I want to? came the question and observation.

Her legs felt strange, and if she could move her head to see, she’d notice that they had shortened and started to change shape. There were strange snapping and popping sensations that she knew very much should alarm her, but they felt good. She knew without looking that, minutes later, if it had been that long, they were the proper hind legs of a wild wolf. It’s changing me… she thought, and to her surprise, no alarm or fear came with the understanding. It wasn’t going to hurt her, it just needed her like this for some reason.

She only noticed the other change after it had happened. The stroking and slithering of the tentacles over her nipples continued, but the placement was wrong somehow, having moved lower down. Again, she briefly felt alarm, but it was quickly washed away by that pulsing light and the chemicals in the slime and humid air. The touching at her nipples was all over her belly now, and she felt distinctly each of the now six nipples being stimulated even as others continued to stroke her cock and tug gently behind her knot.

There were two more new tentacles writhing their way through the mass of glistening black and blue, intertwining and separating. These were curiously translucent, and much thicker than any of the others that held her now fully quadrupedal form immobile. She couldn’t even form a proper smile anymore, the lips unable to make the expression, and so she just opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out. She felt excitement and anticipation wash through her. This, she knew, was the final purpose of what the things wanted with her.

The two tentacles separated once more and one slithered its way behind her, the other moved up to her face. As one, they shoved into her mouth and under her tail. The rough way they pressed in should be painful, agonizing even, but all she felt was a vague ache and discomfort. The taste of the substance on the tentacle that was already probing halfway down her esophagus was powerfully sweet and thick. Without knowing how she knew, it was clear that it was heavy with nutrients that she’d need to sustain her during this strange ordeal. Under her tail, she felt the thick ring of muscle stretching to a point that should have her crying out in pain. She felt a strange churning in her belly, and she gurgled around the one in her throat when she understood what that meant; it was far deeper inside her than any living thing should be! This time, not even the tiniest pang of fear or apprehension. They were doing what they had to, and she was being honoured with the chance to give them what they needed.

There was no surprise when she saw the small spheres traveling down the length of the tentacle that now squirmed and wriggled in her stomach. This had been their purpose all along. A breeder, a mother, an incubator so that they could grow more. She wanted to laugh, and indeed, her tail began to wag excitedly as the first of those little spheres passed her lips, stretching her mouth open a little wider. She felt the slight widening of the tentacle under her tail, and knew that it, too, carried the eggs. Why am I enjoying this? I should be horrified! I’m being raped by a monster! Ghost thought, a sudden panic making her squirm and struggle. The light changed its modulation and intensity one last time, and that became the last vestige of resistance her mind and body could offer.

One after the other, the eggs filled her, two or three under her tail for each one that passed her lips. She began to feel uncomfortably full, even achingly so, a deep throbbing sensation that seemed to match the light and sound all around her. When were they going to be done? Would they keep going until she burst? No, no, that wouldn’t happen. They needed her, her lovers needed her for this. These wonderful, slippery, slimy lovers that had gifted her an experience she could never have dreamed possible.

She began to gurgle anew when a new sensation was felt, eyes going wide with the sudden intense pleasure that began to envelop her cock. Tight and slick and warm, something was sliding over it. A jerk of her hips came then when the warmth slid over her knot and gripped beneath it. The inside of the strange sheath had hundreds of soft little bumps, each one moving independently of the other, massaging and stroking and squeezing. She began to thrust imperceptibly, letting the pleasure fill her entire being, distracting her from the deepening ache in her stomach and bowels.

The mass of tentacles was all over her, wrapping her, holding her, embracing her. Something in Ghost understood that in a way, she was becoming a part of them. And that they were all one huge creature that needed all that she could give. As the pleasure that enveloped her swollen length grew ever more intense and the deep pulsing ache within her body became nearly unbearable, she let out little tiny gurgles and low moans.

Ghost squealed in surprised delight when yet another new sensation was felt; a tentacle similar to the one on her cock had latched onto one of her nipples and begun to stimulate it. The sensitive nub immediately stiffened and grew immeasurably more sensitive… and then it happened to another nipple. And another, until all six of the wolf’s nipples were being tugged on and suckled.

The tentacle in her mouth was the first of the two to pull out, her stomach offering much less space in which to lay the creature’s young. It remained by her face, dribbling that slime. In her addled state she kissed and licked at the tip, nuzzling it lovingly whenever it was close enough to do so, smearing her face with slime in the process. She no longer felt even the barest comfort when another egg passed under her tail and into her bowel. She knew that it, too, would soon withdraw. She wished for a moment she could touch her belly to feel the mass within her, but her arms (no, forelegs) no longer worked that way.

When the feeling of stretching and fullness grew almost too intense for even her addled mind to bear, the tentacle under her tail withdrew. The abused ring of muscle was left stretched and left gaping ever so slightly. That tentacle also stayed close to her, occasionally teasing at the stretched flesh, feeling almost like a tongue that soothed and massaged. With every second, the pleasure grew more intense and the ache, while not diminishing, felt less and less important. She knew that she wouldn’t last much longer. The creature, the tentacles, wanted more from her still, and she wanted to give it so much.

When she finally came, it was with a thunderous and mind-searing rush of ecstasy. Her whole body shook and she howled. The tentacle on her cock tightened behind her knot and tugged firmly. Her cock began to spurt over and over, depositing jet after jet of seed into the tentacle, which greedily seemed to swallow every drop. She was only dimly aware that it went on for much longer than it should. As her cock finally shot the last of its copious spend, she went completely limp, eyes glassy and dull. The tentacle at her lips pushed in and shot a thick gob of slime onto her tongue, which she reflexively swallowed. When the one attached to her penis resumed its attention, she moaned and let out a little sob.

For a time, that was her entire world. One of pulsing light, of slime greedily swallowed down. A world where her oversensitive nipples were suckled on, her cock stimulated until another intense orgasm made her howl. A world where the feeling of fullness grew with each passing moment as the eggs grew within her. To an outside observer, the image would be frightening; a feral wolf with an obscenely swollen abdomen, fur matted in a coating of glistening slime, surprisingly violet eyes glassy and vacant, fed gobs of slime that were reflexively swallowed.

Reporting successful implantation. Stopping active observation. Switching to passive. Subject is fully subdued.

An eternity had passed. Or was it only minutes? All she knew was there was no way of counting how many times she’d howled out her pleasure and given the creature her spend. She didn’t know if it would be used to make more eggs, but she’d been happy to feed that greedy tentacle over her cock. Ghost was regaining some sort of conscious thought, the pulsing light now steady, the thrum in time with her heartbeat. She didn’t feel any alarm on realizing it was dangerously slow. She wasn’t sure what had woken her from her stupor, but it had to have been important. Then she became aware of a writhing and squirming sensation in her belly. She wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before, it was a maddening sensation. Her brood had hatched!

There was a moment of panic and pure terror as she wondered how they would be birthed, but the moment she felt that panic that light and the thrumming fell out of pace with her heartbeat and she felt a lassitude wash over her. There was no need for fear, no need at all. She groaned and squirmed, the hard ground beneath her feeling so strange after so much time spent weightlessly held in that strange lover’s embrace.

It was then that she felt a curious tickling and squirming in her chest. Her throat bulged outward as the first black, glistening tentacle began to squirm its way out of her. At the same time, she felt a similar stretching and swelling at her rear. The brood was coming! It was ready to rejoin the being that had made it. The wonderful creature she had helped grow. Alarm was quickly quashed, even when a second tentacle began to force its way out of her beside the first. She knew it should hurt, that she should be feeling unrelenting agony, but she felt none at all, just a gentle, blissful happiness.

Again, a timelessness crept over her, the world one of stretching and straining. She sensed that some of the eggs laid under her tail, the deepest ones, had made their way to her lips, and it was no surprise that when the last of the mass of glistening, slug-like tentacles left her, an equal amount had come from either end.

She realized that she’d been left on a smooth, hard surface as the tentacles withdrew. She was left empty and limp. She felt so spent, so tired. There was a dim light now that had nothing to do with the being that she had been with. She got up on trembling legs, tail curled down between her legs. She felt… empty. Somehow, she knew that if she followed the source of that light, she’d find the outside world again. During her time as an incubator, she’d somehow been given the knowledge that should she find herself freed, she would eventually return to the same wolf she’d always been. Already the stretched flesh was taut again, her belly no longer distended.

She trotted toward the light of day, but there was one last pulse of that other light, the one that had calmed her and soothed her and controlled her thoughts. She looked back from where she had come and saw the immensity of the creature. It was vast, a mass of writhing, glistening tentacles and slime. It should frighten her on some sort of instinctive level, despite having spent many days fantasizing and wishing for something like it. But it didn’t.

She hesitated before taking the next step away from it. It needed her. It wanted her. It loved her. It would protect her and keep her safe. It would be so easy to tell herself that it was just making her believe that, but she knew that thought for the lie that it was. Just as she knew that it needed one last thing from her, possibly the most important thing before it could truly have her completely. It needed her mind completely clear and aware of what she was doing.

If Ghost had been able to smile, she would have. The world out there had nothing for her that she couldn’t get here. Safety, security, love, and a purpose. She turned away from the dim and distant light and took a few steps toward the mass. There would be no going back this time, no offered respite. Her body would become part of it, used to help it grow. As she put one forepaw in front of the other, she saw a number of tentacles slither out of the mass and begin to reach for her. She felt fear again, but this was a delicious, thrilling sort of fear, the kind one would feel at the very peak of a roller coaster before descending. The kind of fear that one feels before leaping off a cliff into water of unfathomable depth. No going back, she thought as she drew closer.

Only a few steps more. Only a few more. Mere centimetres.

First one, then another tentacle grasped her. One slithered around her right hind leg, another around her neck. Two more around her torso and another on her belly, the slick flesh gliding across sensitive nipples. Another curled around her sheath and sack. Their movements were slow and deliberate, and had she tried to struggle away, she would have found herself able to escape. She began to pant excitedly, and before she could feel her sheath begin to swell, one of them slipped inside it and over the length within. She saw, then, glimpses of the others that were part of the creature, the ones who had come before her. A fox here, a tigress there, all of them looking as she knew she had not long ago. Vacant and unseeing eyes, bodies twitching and jerking and endlessly used. The ground fell away from her feet as she was lifted into the air and toward the writhing mass.

This is happening, oh god, it’s happening. I’m never leaving, she thought as she felt her hind end drawn in and embraced by hundreds of squirming tentacles. She gasped when a thick one pressed under her tail, prying her open again, the feeling as intense as that first time. As the rest of her body was embraced by her new lover, as the last glimmer of daylight was blocked out by the mass, she came, and this time it did not end, it just expanded and intensified until her entire world was sensation.

There was nothing else.

She was home.