Dungeon Failure - Dire Wolf's Den
Continuing from the last failed quest, a fox mage finds himself in trouble.
Dungeon Failure: Direwolf's Den
In a dingy little tavern, a young fox mage sighs as he counted the few remaining coins left in his purse. Ever since that disastrous dungeon delve times had been rough for the young mage. No one in the group had wanted to take the blame for the loss of the rogue, and the failure of the quest. The group had spent hours bickering before eventually the warrior had finally had enough. Storming off taking with him what little loot the group had managed to salvage. The cleric left shortly after easily able to weasel his way into a new party.
The mage had found little success in adventuring on his own. Without a meat shield the mage could not risk casting lengthy high-level spells but spamming quick cantrips rapidly drained his mana. More than half the fox's earnings had to go towards restocking his potion supply after ever quest. Unable to afford equipment upgrades meant any chance of joining a similar leveled group was dashed once they noticed his plain novice robes. The fox cub had grown weary of well-meaning adventuring parties telling him that he was to young and should return to studying at the academy.
Letting out another sigh the mage gathered his meager belongings and got up to leave. If he wanted to be able to afford a decent room for the night, he would have to do yet another quest today. Although for once he had actually managed to snag one with a decent reward to slay a single monster. The cub's sour mood was only worsened as while walking out the tavern a patron entering roughly barged into him. Only offhandedly muttering "Sorry newbie" barely even pausing as they made their way over to the bar.
Fortunately for the mage the cave that the beast was supposed to be dwelling in was not that far of a walk from town. Glancing around at the tracks scattered about the cave's mouth the mage was able to confirm that something had been dwelling within it and even the fox, by no mean a skilled woodsman, could tell that the creature that left them had to be fairly large. The mage quietly slinked into the nigh pitch-black cave staff held out protectively before him.
Once his eyes adjusted to the cave's gloom the mage grew more confident in his steps. The mage strode ever deeper into the cave wondering just how deep into the mountain side he would have to delve before finding his prey. The fox's question was quickly answered as the cave suddenly opened up into a large chamber. Laying in the middle of which was a large sleeping feral dire wolf.
Grinning the mage slowly shuffled closer to the wolf while chanting the words to a modestly powerful evocation spell. The fox had a very simple plan for ambushing monsters. Blast them with his most powerful spell and then run around them spamming a basic missile cantrip to finish them off. This strategy had proven to be quite effective on the low-level enemies common to the area.
Shouting out the final words of the spell caused a massive orb of flame to shot out from the tip of the mage's staff towards the wolf. Awakened by the yell the dire wolf attempted to leap out the orb's way, but was still caught by the brunt of the explosion that followed the orb slamming into the ground. The mage was already on the move sending blasts of arcane energy in the direction he thought the wolf would land.
The dire wolf swiftly recovered and exploded into motion itself. Sidestepping the mage's poorly aimed blasts the wolf rushed at the mage; snarling it leaped at them trying to bite them and drag them down. The beast's maw met only air and stinging blasts of magic from the fleeing mage. The wolf had little choice but to chase after them while trying to avoid the spells as best it could. This game of cat and mouse continued for quite some time neither managing to make much head way. For though many of the mage's missiles struck true they did little real damage to the wolf, and he was forced to chug several potions to keep up the barrage.
"Damn it why won't it die?" cursed the mage pulling his last remaining potion out and quickly downing it. Caught up in the heat of battle the cub failed to realize that the potion he just chugged had not been purchased by him. Looking back at the wolf the fox was amazed to see it stopped dead in its tracks a puzzled look on its face while it sniffed the air. Confused the mage was nevertheless not going to let this opportunity pass him by, and tried to send a more powerful spell at the wolf. Thrusting his staff while shouting the incantation the mage was stunned when his spell fizzled.
To make matters even worse the mage had forgotten to pay attention to his positioning. Fleeing now would require him to try to dash past the wolf. Not seeing any alternative, the mage shifted his grip on the staff, lifted it over his head, and charged at the wolf. Unfazed the wolf stood its ground even starting to wag its tail.
When the mage went to bring the staff on it the wolf deftly caught it. With a quick shack of its head the wolf flung the mage to the ground while snapping the cheap wooden catalyst in half. Moving to stand up the mage froze letting out a low whimper as he found himself muzzle to muzzle with the wolf.
The mage truly appreciated just how much bigger than him the dire wolf as it sniffed at him. Easily two to three times his size the fox anxiously watched as the wolf opened its massive jaws expecting them to crush his head at any moment. Instead of fangs though the wolf assaulted the mages faces with its tongue and nose; sniffing and licking all over the mage's face and throat. Once it dawned on the fox boy that he wasn't going to immediately die, he became aware of how warm he suddenly felt....and how pleasurable the dire wolf's tongue bath was.
The mage started letting out little whimpers and squeaks unable to comprehend how getting slobbered on could feel so good. Light headed all the fox could think about was how much better that broad canine tongue would feel on his small cock, which was now currently tenting out his robes begging to be freed. The dire wolf was happy to oblige the fox's dick; carefully pawing and biting at the robe until the mage was left clad only in tattered rags. Once its prize was free the wolf began eagerly lapping at the fox's cock and balls. Based on how fast its tail was wagging the wolf seemed to be tremendously amused by how its attentions was causing the mage to moan and squirm about. The hefty canine dick hanging free from its sheath drooling pre was another rather obvious sign of the wolf's pleasure.
Softly humping the air, the mage let out a plaintive "noo" as the wolf stopped licking its cock only to scream "by the gods YES" as it instead dug its tongue into his tight boy hole. Lifting his legs up and hooking his arms around his knees the fox did his best to present his butt to the dire wolf. Tongue lolling out his mouth the mage was lost in a sea of pleasure as that broad canine tongue slobbered all over and inside his hole. The wolf's hot breath washed over the mage's dick as beast's muzzle bumped into his taint and his ballsack sending shivers down the fox's spine. If the fox had been paying more attention, he would have noticed the feral wolf's hind legs dancing around and its small test thrusts forward.
Having worked out the right angle the wolf shuffled forward until the tip of its cock was pressed against the fox's tunnel. The fox could only lay there futilely shaking his head and crying as the beast slowly sank its massive canine dick into him. At the academy the fox had played around some with his classmates, but had never taken anything anywhere near as big before. Hell, the dire wolf had a cock that put the Headmaster's to shame; the fox could only imagine how much more excruciatingly painful it would have been if the wolf hadn't bothered rimming him.
Once his knot bumped into the mage's rear the wolf paused to lick the tears from its bitch's face. The beast did not give his fox bitch much time to adjust before starting to pound its cock into their ass. With short powerful thrusts the wolf rapidly slammed its knot against the fox's butt each thrust battering away at the hole's defence. The air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping into flesh, the wolf's heavy panting, and yelps from the mage all echoing of the cave walls.
Beneath the burning pain of having his hole roughly churned the fox could not deny enjoying the pressure the thick cock put on his prostate and the feeling of it stretching his entrance wide. His tiny cock remained hard cutely twitching in time with the wolf's thrusts. The didn't think he'd grow up to be a stereotypical fox bottom bitch, but by the gods being dominated by this feral beast was the beast sex he'd ever had.
With one extra hard shove the wolf managed to tie its little cub bitch its immense knot popping into the mage with a loud wet squelch, firming locking them together. The fox boy let out breathless gurgles while his cock madly danced in a dry orgasm. The wolf's organ sprayed out squirt after squirt of thick cum flooding the fox's spasming hole. Lifting a leg up the wolf spun around and flopped to the ground content to simply lay there knotted to its cute bitch.
The exhausted fox also tried to make himself as comfortable as he could. With any luck the beast would fall asleep and he could sneak out back to town. He prayed that the little coin he had would be enough to replace his ruined robes and maybe a ride back to the academy. After this ordeal the mage was not planning on going on another adventure anytime soon. It was time to bunker down and do some serious studying...especially of summoning spells. The fox was confident that if he spent enough time polishing the Headmaster's staff, he would soon enough be buried in spell books.