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The reason for those incessant "No Texting and Driving" ads quickly dawned on Marlon. He never expected the "accident" to happen so quickly. One second he was driving home from his boss's house, the next some punk with a screen in his face swerved and t-boned his car.

When the deer came to it was pitch black outside, his car was totaled, and a horrible pain raced it's way across the left side of his body. By look of it, his leg was definitely broken along with a rib or two and maybe his arm. His hopes of calling an ambulance were dashed when he saw that his phone was crushed to bits on the rode in front him. So not only did the asshole run into him, he didn't call the police and destroyed his only way of calling for help on top of that.

Marlon's breathing grew heavy and his heartbeat escalated; how the hell was he supposed to survive out here? His body was bruised, broken, and bleeding, surrounded on both sides by thick woods, and a good mile and a half from any sort of civilization. In short, he was fucked.

With a pained shove, he pushed open the crumpled driver-side door. With a heave, Marlon manage to crawl out of his seat and onto the cold pavement, much to the discomfort of his left leg that was facing the wrong way. Now with a better look at his mangled body, the deer realized he could die out here. He could freeze to death, be eaten by a wild animal, bleed out, the car could explode, at any moment any one of those things could happen. Now he began really began to panic.

"H-help! Somebody help! Help damnit!!"

There had to be somebody, right? Just as the first few tears fell, a faint rustling came from somewhere not far off. Marlon's ears perked up, trying to make out whether it was just the wind or a person. He could hear heavy footsteps across the forest floor making their way towards him.

"Hey! Over here! I need help!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. By some slim stroke of luck he was saved! Imagine being broke and then winning lottery. Now imagine that the money you won was actually Monopoly money and you had to pay a huge tax on it. That's how Marlon felt when his "savior" emerged from the undergrowth.

An oil black, snarling, behemoth of a wolf had stalked out of the bushes, curious as to what all the commotion was about. It was nearly the size of Marlon's totaled car, with rows of serrated, knife like teeth that twinkled in the dim light of the moon. Petrified in fear, Marlon's eyes stayed locked on the wolf's, becoming lost in the golden irises and abyssal pupils. The deer began to ask himself how he'd come by the bad karma to deserve this, figuring it was probably justice for that time he threw his best friend from sixth grade under the bus during that one cheating scandal.

He closed his eyes, trying not to spend his last moments crying too much, hoping the wolf would be swift and aim directly for his neck. He waited several moments, eyes closed, the sound of a low growl like a distant earthquake in his ears, but nothing. Instead of a quick flash of teeth, searing pain, and blood splatter, a wet but gentle lick came. Then another...and another.

Oh God he's tasting me! Marlon thought. He should've known, the wolf had seen the state of his prey and knew he couldn't escape so he was toying with him. Now sobbing openly, the deer's attacker huffed.

"Hey, hey now! Your kind is already salty enough, no need to oversaturate." came a deep voice.

Marlon blinked twice. "W-who was that?"

"...Me, I'm right here. The one licking your face," the wolf said, proceeding lap at Marlon's face once again, "you must have hit your head pretty hard."

"...So I'm hallucinating?"

"No."

"So you're real?"

"That is correct."

"But giant wolves...don't talk."

The wolf sighed heavily, knowing at some point he'd yet again have to go through a lengthy explanation. For now, though, that could wait. The deer would thank him later.

"Listen, uhhh-"

"Marlon"

"Yeah, Marlon, listen, stop crying. You're not gonna. I'd love to sit down with you, make you some tea, and explain this all to you while you're wrapped in a warm blanket, but that's going to have to wait. Right now, I'm starving. Normally I'd ask for permission first but you don't seem to be in much shape to protest."

Marlon's eyes went wide and he started to panic again. The wolf could practically hear the poor deer's heartbeat from where he was towering over. The wolf sighed as Marlon began to scream and crawl away. He enjoyed playing with his prey and making them afraid but this was just kind of said. A little funny considering the deer was going on about cheating on a school test and being, but mostly sad. At least he was squirming plenty.

With an unexpected gentleness, the wolf grabbed both Marlon's legs in his mouth, careful not to further injury the broken one. The giant canine sucked in what he could of the rest of Marlon's lower half then tilted his head up, letting gravity take care of the rest. His prey's cries grew louder, though they only served to make him hornier.

Somehow, Marlon managed to avoid all of the deadly teeth on his way down. The wolf's throat was warm, moist, and muscular, surrounding his small figure and pulling his down fast. The wolf's slobbery tongue tasted every inch of him, sending shivers throughout the deer's body. Halfway inside, Marlon noticed he wasn't screaming or fighting anymore. He couldn't decide whether he'd accepted his fate or if he was enjoying being devoured. Now was a little late to discover a new fetish.

The wolf's eyes rolled into the back of his head, savoring the deer's flavor and how he felt as he slid down his throat. In earlier times, just that was enough to send him over the edge in orgasmic bliss. He reached back with one of his forepaws to stroke his now raging boner, a red prostate puncher extending over 26 inches long, sporting a knot that would make your ass sore just looking at it.

Peristalsis carried Marlon down the wet, fleshy tube, clothes and antlers and all. Marlon's heart rate sped up again as he felt his pants tent against the wolf's undulating throat, clearly excited with the course of events taking place, much unlike its owner.

After what seemed like a purposeful delay, the deer felt space to move his legs and was all at once dropped into a not-so spacious cavity, most likely the stomach. Though it was pitch black, claustrophobia hadn't kicked in yet. He wondered exactly how he could breathe, but now was not the time to have a mental debate about the flow of oxygen from the esophagus into the stomach cavity. He had antlers, he could punch and tear his way through the wolf.

Several pleasurable moans escaped the wolf as he lay on his back, watching his little captive struggle and push and against his bloated belly. Occasionally, Marlon's wait would shift and he'd tumble into his cock, causing pre to sputter across the wolf's thighs.

"How's your leg doing in there, little buddy?" said the wolf in a belittling tone.

"Let me out you..." Marlon stopped his ineffective assault against the lining of the wolf's stomach. He'd been kicking with both legs...and no pain! His entire body was devoid of pain by some unheard of biological mechanism within the wolf. Not only was his pain gone, but so were his clothes, dissolved by the wolf's stomach fluids.

"Holy shit what?!"

The wolf chuckled. "I told you you'd be fine. Now relax a little, will ya? It feels nice doesn't it?" the wolf said, rocking his body so that his belly swayed in the night air.

Marlon thought hard. Even though this all seemed quite fantastical, he could deny that there was a cozy aspect to his dark, squishy cell. He began to breathe easier, each breath relaxing his tired body further and further.

"I bet that cock of your feels good, too." This was one of the wolf's favorite parts. There was something out-of-this-world amazing about his prey filling his belly with their warm cum loads, jacking of and fingering themselves, overwhelmed by the pleasure they were receiving just by being inside him. His throbbing doggy dick was aching now, pleading for some kind of release with spurts of sticky jism.

It didn't take long for Marlon to catch on to what the wolf was insinuating, and oddly enough, he was ok with it. Whether this was a strange dream or his final moments, he was going to enjoy it either way, because why the hell not? The wolf's stomach juices made great lube, lathering it around his cock and moaning, the liquid having the same effect as heating gel. Two fingers easily slid into his rear, pumping away with earnest. The little deer squirmed with delight, intoxicated by the pleasurable room.

"Ah! I-I'm gonna cum!" Marlon cried. The heat and pressure around him matched that which was within him, urging him to pump faster. The deer was so eager for release, he slid more than half his entire deep into his anus, a jolt of pleasure so strong a bit of foam formed at his mouth. The convulsions of Marlon's orgasms lit the fuse for the wolf's own orgasm, showering his black cock with musky canine cum. It was a long while until either predator or prey said a word. Finally, the wolf spoke first.

"You awake in there?"

Marlon rubbed his head, dazed by such an intense orgasm. His other hand rubbed his own cum across his chest and thighs, making his dick hard again.

"I'll take that as a yes," the wolf chuckled, "but I got a task for ya little buddy."

Curious, Marlon inquired what the task was, hoping it involved more furious masturbation.

"Kind of where your head is, there's a little opening. If you put your hands through, the muscles will relax and you can make your way through."

"Where does it lead."

The wolf grinned devilishly. "Out."

".......Oh eeeww! No way, I'm not into that."

The wolf's deep laughter echoed through the forest. "Calm down you baby, it's perfectly sanitary. Promise."

Marlon was extremely skeptical of this venture, knowing the only way out from here would be through the wolf's intestines and asshole. He sighed, considering that he'd already been swallowed by a wolf and finger fucked himself inside his belly, there wasn't much dignity left to preserve. Turning around a little, he took one hand and felt the moist darkness for and opening. Sure enough, he brushed against a cone like hole and slid a few fingers down.

The wolf bucked his hips at the invasive sensation; this was new for him. Tonight, he craved something different. The little buck's fingering fiasco created a desperate need in his ass, so the buck was going to be responsible for satisfying it. The rolled over and stood up, watching the wriggling bulge in his belly slowly dissipate as Marlon made his way into the wolf's intestinal track. They both thought it best to not think about it in biological terms.

The wolf kept jittering and rocking his stomach, slowing Marlon's winding decent. The feeling of the deer's antlers against the sensitive flesh was foreign and strange, but not necessarily uncomfortable. Eventually, the wolf's magic insides twisted and contorted themselves to move along the furry foreign body. Marlon slid into a slightly wider space, sensing that this area was more tender and most likely the wolf's rectum.

"G-g-go sl-slow, ok?" the wolf panted. The deer was small for his throat, but huge for his inexperienced anus. Every motion from Marlon made his body jolt and his dick hose the flowers with even more seminal fluids. He gingerly assumed the position; crouching his hind legs and lifting his tail. Marlon was being pushed down hands first as if he were diving through water, pressing against ever surface of the wolf's velvety rectal walls.

"Mmmff FUCK! Fuck yes!" he wailed as Marlon's arms, head, antlers, and soon entire body stretched his asshole wide. The muscular entrance winked and turned outwards, squelching slowly as it vacated its lubricant covered visitor. Marlon landed softly on the forest grass, panting and slimy. Before he had any time to recuperate, the wolf was upon him, thrusting his cock in front of his face. Marlon closed his eyes, opened his mouth and braced for impact. He regretted not bracing himself harder, the first jet of cum knock him a few feet back. Wave after gooey wave of hot, bubbling wolf jizz descended upon Marlon who greedily swallowed as much as he could. Greater globs of white cum joined the already stained foliage of the forest floor and canopy, drenching everything in a 10 ft radius. Both wolf and deer were covered head to paw (or hoof, rather) in delicious semen.

Marlon could tell by the fierce growl coming from the wolf that he wasn't done yet, looking up at the wolf longingly, gazing into his eyes once more. The words were lodged in his throat, his consciousness locked in a battle, debating whether or not he should submit. His eyes searched everywhere, but always returned to the wolf's. Something deeply primal resonated within his soul, giving him his answer.

"Eat me."

The maniacal grin that tore across the wolf's muzzle would've made the fiercest of men wet themselves, but Marlon smiled back. For the first time in a very long time, things felt right.

The wolf positioned his cock tip back in front of Marlon's muzzle, signaling for him to lick. The deer did as he was told and wrapped his mouth around what he could of the massive slab of meat. As he bobbed his head along, the tip gradually began to widen until it was too big fit in his mouth. It was now larger than his head, releasing a gurgling stream of musky cum.

The wolf thought for a moment, realizing that Marlon's antlers could potentially pose a problem. But he was determined to have this wonderful creature inside him and will his urethra wider. Without any instruction, Marlon pushed head first into the wolf's dick hole, marveling at how extraordinary it felt to be consumed.

Now it was the wolf's turn to be amazed as his dick stretched and sucked Marlon further inside. The pressure in his groin reached a critical point when Marlon's deck slid in, but not orgasm. Every moment afterward was like being on the very edge of orgasm. The wolf howled and barked madly, overwhelmed by need and fucklust. He partially got what he wanted when the buck slid in all the way and was hurriedly gulped down to the base of his cock and then into one of his testicles.

The wolf babbled incoherently, the pressure was too great and he needed release. He needed to fuck this load into something. A light turned on in his brain and he hurriedly braced his upper back against a nearby cum covered tree. He then angled his aching member into his mouth proceeding to furiously fuck his throat. He slobbered and gagged around his own giant cock, loving the feeling of dominating himself. Marlon could hear the wolf's barbaric moans, pumping away at his own cock within the canine's balls.

Marlon felt the muscles tense up as quivering spasms wracked the wolf's body, the fullness of his sack setting him off. The wolf could only moan and guzzle like a true slave to his own cock as he pumped gallons of seed down his gullet. This forced Marlon back into the wolf's cock, causing an even stronger series of spasms. The wolf's still gaped pucker flexed and drooled as Marlon made his way into the wolf's throat again.

It was almost like coming home, back to his warm safe place. He was jettisoned down into the wolf's depths by a particularly strong wave of semen, much of it flooding his ass. Marlon experienced his strongest orgasm of that night, gliding down the wolf's throat while leaving a trail of his own seed. This earned him an extra wave of jizz that joined him the wolf's overstretched belly.

The wolf was finally finished, his knot untying from his jaws with a satisfying *pop*, flopping to the ground on his back in utter exhaustion. He barbed loudly, scaring away several birds. The feeling of wallowing in a giant pool of his own cum while his prey made his own inside him would never get old. The wolf's stomach was so huge it was almost cartoonish, filled with what seemed to be a pool's worth of his own cum and a precious deer who'd cum for the what was either the 4th or 5th time since re-entering.

Once Marlon drifted into unconsciousness, the wolf opened a few valves in his innards, allowing most of the cum to rush out of his ass to give the little buck some room to breathe. The sight of his jizz guzzling out of his ass made him cum again, this time knocking him soundly to sleep.

Marlon sat up with a start and rubbed his eyes, surveying his surroundings, bits and pieces of his wild dream returning to him. He chuckled, marveling at his subconscious's ability to evoke his deepest urges. Until it occurred to him that he awoken outside, behind some shrubs next to a tree, naked. He was in a local park, and it hadn't been a dream. Luckily, a pile of fresh clothes where set beside him, along with a cell phone (a newer model, at that). Marlon quickly dressed himself and turned on the phone, noticing there was an unread e-mail.

"Good morning! I hope no one spotted you before you got dressed. Anyway, I tracked down the douche canoe that hit you last night. Let's just say I taught him a lesson he'll never forget ???? I also a bunch of cash, some of its his. Eh, don't worry about it. Buy yourself a new car. Or don't and come live with me forever.....that sounded clingy didn't it. Fuck, whatever. Just call me when you get the chance, I've got A LOT of explaining to do.

With Love,

TW"

The wolf was right, he did indeed have A LOT of explaining to do. For instance, how the hell does a feral wolf know about emojis?