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Hello. Thank you for checking out my filthy story. I do not usually share what I write, I hope perhaps others can find enjoyment herein. Please be warned that this story contains extremely graphic scenes of rape and death. I am not entirely certain where this story is going, but thus far it has been fun to pursue. I would enjoy hearing your thoughts and feedback, as I'm unaccustomed to publishing my works.

4.

The scent of the stables. The sound of agitated horses, stall doors being kicked, snorting and nickering. He towered over them all, moving down the aisle, until he found her. She was knelt under Sargent, a black workhorse, the largest draft they owned. He smiled over the stall wall at her and waited for her to notice him. Her eyes were closed, her muffled moans and wet sucking quiet amid the buzz of the animals. He watched her slide back and forth, feeding the horse's heavy and turgid length as deep into her mouth as she dared while white drool hung from her chin. With one hand she kneaded one huge breast, her blue nightgown half shrugged off. She looked beautiful.

His smile grew when her eyes fluttered, then widened as she saw him looming over her. She spluttered, trying to pull the horse's flared cock from her mouth. A splatter of saliva and the stud's anticipation doused her cleavage as she panted, looking up at him in terror. He'd caught her.

But he simply opened the stall and moved inside, and her fearful expression slackened to abject shock. She looked at the stallion's great mottled member, then back to his, then up at him, confused and alarmed, but unable to hide the hunger behind her eyes. She'd not been caught after all, she had been discovered, and made a discovery of her own; one that thrilled her. She had been looking in the wrong place for her stud. Carefully she let the horse's thick pole hang on its own and moved toward him on her knees in the stall's straw bedding. And, with even more passion than he'd found her with, Chiro's mother took his stallion-shaming pole in her hands and feasted.

Chiro frowned as direct sunlight hit his eyelids, waking him. He groaned in protest, rolling over to return to his dream, but his body soon alerted him to its needs. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. His head hurt and his mouth was dry. He blinked the scales away from his eyes and looked around. There was a small moment of alarm as he realised it was almost noon and he started. He shook his head a moment after and chuckled at himself; he thought he'd missed his lessons. But then a more sour thought raised its hand. It was nearly noon. His absence would be well-known by now. He thought of his mother crying with worry and his heart broke for her, but then he thought of the rage his father must be tasting. Bellowing vitriol, shouting orders. Sending people out to find him. Gods, it was noon! Sengwick was ringing the alarm before midnight, they could be close already!

Shaking suddenly he stumbled to his feet, panic in his eyes as he checked west; that's where they'd be coming from. The cliff wall was at his side, so at least from one direction he was safe. He crouched by a tree, straining his ears to listen. Only leaves and singing birds. He remembered the arrow that had come out of nowhere and split his small world in half last night. He glanced back – Elise was grazing contentedly nearby where he'd slept, her tail twitching. He returned his attention west. Damn his foolishness, he should have gone farther before sleeping. His eyes scanned from tree to bush to thicket, imagining what a bowman in ambush might look like and tried to locate him.

Something touched his leg and he screamed, scrambling back away from it. He stared with wide eyes at a wolf that sat, quite calmly, looking at him and panting. He closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his face.

“Calm down, Chiro," he muttered to himself, trying to get his heart to slow down. The wolf tilted its head at him. He couldn't help but chuckle. The wolf did offer some semblance of comfort. Dogs were supposed to be excellent lookouts, weren't they? If someone was approaching, it would know before he did. At least he hoped that was the case.

He winced and got to his feet, his body reminding him once again of its overdue needs. He plodded back to the closest tree to where he'd slept and unfastened his trousers, sighing in relief. He'd never been allowed to sleep for so long, and his bladder was so full it hurt. He blinked, then turned his head. The wolf had followed him, and was sniffing closer to where his piss pattered the grass. He looked skyward, trying not to pay it any mind. He looked down again. The wolf almost had its nose in the yellow puddle, sniffing, tail swaying.

“No," he said, more confused than with any authority. His confusion grew, however, as he watched the wolf turn with its back to the same tree and squat, joining him in relieving itse-- herself. He blinked again. “Another normal day," he sighed, and the wolf looked backward up at him as they pissed together.

He shivered when he'd finally finished, and tucked himself away. The wolf stopped the instant he did, standing up and offering a wag of her tail. “Okay," he said as encouragingly as he could, though he wasn't sure what he was encouraging. He walked over to Elise and said good morning to her, patting her neck and withers. She nickered at him, raising her head to greet him before returning to the grass. He retrieved his waterskin and drank more than half of it, leaning against her big backside.

Then all at once it seemed to flood back to him. After he had deserted his home. Elise had died. Those men. Those… fiends. His knees gave out from under him and he dropped to his knees, feeling as though the bottom had just fallen out of his stomach. Vivid, searing memories assaulted him. Their faces, the stink of them, their hands pulling him and holding him down. The pain unending as they'd… as they'd done all those things to him. He heard his own voice again, crying, pleading, begging them not to. Sobbing into the dirt. And his face, the last face he'd seen, grinning down at him as he'd killed him. His hands were shaking, and he stumbled to a bush to throw up. That taste. He couldn't get that taste out of his mouth, and it made his stomach wring itself out.

He staggered back to Elise and picked up the waterskin again, gargling and spitting, and drank the last of it. He saw the other waterskins there, and remembered where they'd come from. They were dead. The nausea faded, subsiding into a calm tide of tentative triumph. He looked at the wolf, who was sat, as always, looking at him, and he smiled weakly. One of his hunting partners. Together they'd avenged him. He closed his eyes, and brought the memory into focus. That briefest moment when those men had seen their death coming as he'd pounced. The look of a wild, dying animal in the eyes of the man who had murdered Chiro earlier that night. He wasn't grinning any more. He tried to imagine what was running through that man's mind as a red wolf ripped off his precious big dick and dropped it on his chest. He hoped that he knew it was him.

Chiro sighed, feeling his heart slow again. He would hold on to that image. That brief hunt, the power in his legs, knowing his pack was at his side, and bringing raw and bloody justice to those men. He'd hold on to that.

He straightened up, and took the waterskins he'd looted from the deserters off of Elise and threw them under a bush. He didn't want to even risk tasting anything of those men again. But he needed water. He'd not had a chance to water Elise last night before… everything had happened, and he'd just thrown up half his waterskin. “Water then," he said, and patted Elise's rear. He took up her reins – trying not to dwell on the fact he'd completely neglected to hitch her – and began leading her east, deeper into the woods. “C'mon, girl." The wolf followed, walking out in front of him and maintaining a five-foot lead as he went. At first he thought she was leading him, but if he walked left, so did she. She glanced back at him now and then, but seemed strangely able to stay in front of him, always at the same distance like a caravan guard.

He ate as he walked, eating the bread and jerky he'd taken from the larder the night before he'd left. He fed Elise a few apples, hoping the juice would slake her thirst somewhat. She crunched them happily. He wasn't sure whether to offer the wolf any of his jerky. He knew her as a huntress and he didn't want to insult her, and wondered whether that was an insane thought or not. Still, it didn't feel right excluding her when he had food to spare, for now. He whistled softly and she looked back as she walked. He held up a chunk of spiced beef jerky. “Want some?" Without stopping the wolf barked softly, her tail wagging once. He tossed her a chunk of jerky that she caught rather effortlessly. Chiro had never been allowed a pet of his own. He did not yet want to assign this animal the title of pet, unsure if Enassif would take umbrage with such a thing, but he enjoyed the companionship. As they walked he ate, whistling now and then to toss her another treat.

He contemplated continuing north. He knew there was a river somewhere north of the Blue Woods that had a small village built around a bridge, but something told him he should remain in the forest. He wanted to hear from Enassif again, and had the impression that this place was, while perhaps not a home for her, a place of import.

“Water," he sighed as he trudged, eyes scanning left and right for any vegetation what would suggest a brook or spring of some kind, while listening for the sound of running water. The woods were sparse near to the base of the cliffs but thicker where he walked north of them, desiring as much cover as possible from anyone tracking him. The farther east he went, the taller the trees became, the canopy swaying far overhead and shading much of the forest floor. The terrain also became more uneven, rising and falling into hillocks and troughs, the ground covered in ferns, grasses, moss, and shrubs.

“Do you have a name?" he asked suddenly as they travelled. Walking in silence for so long was beginning to bother him. “Everyone should have a name." The wolf glanced back at him again, he suspected to simply check she was still maintaining her position in front of him. “Does… she have a name for you? I expect she does. Probably something unpronounceable in my mortal tongue. My father had hunting dogs. He never gave any of them names, and got angry when mother tried to name them." He hopped over a small crevice, turning to tug Elise's reins and guide her across. “'Hunting dogs are not pets!' he said. 'They are tools for hunting!'" Chiro repeated with a blustering impression of his father's voice. “Well, wolf, you seem like an excellent huntress, to me. Better than his drooling hounds. Vicious beasts, they were. He barely fed them. I recall one time they turned on another, tore it to shreds before--" The wolf barked quietly at him and stopped. “Right. Mayhap a poor choice of story," he ventured, and she barked again. He frowned, then heard it – running water. A wide grin spread across his face. “Good girl! Go on, lead the way." He hadn't expected her to, but she did. He patted Elise's neck and followed.

It was a small brook, possibly originating from a spring inside the cliffs as it ran north away from them. He rushed over to it and brought his cupped hands to his mouth. It was clean enough and tasted fine. Elise quickly settled nearby and began drinking deep, the wolf opposite her. Chiro refilled his waterskin, drank, then filled it again. As he watched his horse and the wolf, he realised just how strangely at-ease Elise was with this debatably wild predator traveling with her. It was obvious she was no ordinary wolf, of course. She understood him, obeyed, followed, even had wagged her tail a few times. She'd ignored his prattling but when there was a command, she followed it. He felt an odd attachment to her, as if he'd known her his whole life, and could trust her with it too, but with everything so strange happening to him he put it down to wishful thinking. He didn't know her, nor did he know Enassif. He owed her his life, but knew nothing of her nature. He wanted to speak with her again,

Chiro stood up and looked around. “Well… Nothing to do now except wait." They'd walked into late afternoon, and he still felt fatigued even after sleeping for so long. Dying, it seemed, took a lot out of you. He stepped up a small rise nearby and sat against a tree, looking down the slope at the wolf and Elise drinking together. He smiled tiredly and laid his head back, listening to the orchestra of birds and breeze.

The scent of the stables. The sound of agitated horses, stall doors being kicked, snorting and nickering. He towered over them all, looking down at his mother voraciously sucking on his enormous length. Beside her Sargent complained, his heavy meat slapping his belly, trying to get her attention. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him, her mouth stretched wide, hands both pumping back and forth. One moved to his sack, holding one of his orbs. They were huge, bigger than her head. She squeezed, moaning around his throbbing flesh.

“Poor Sargent," a woman's voice giggled. Chiro awoke with a start, finding the wolf's nose inches in front of him, its eyes bright and intense.

He exhaled a stifled gasp, blinking as he tried to sit up against the tree trunk. It took a moment for his brain to untangle what was dream and what was now happening. “Y-you can see my dreams."

“I can. I admit, I find them… tantalising. Near the same degree as you, little one." Chiro watched the wolf's nose lower, twitching as it drew close to the shape of his erection distending his trousers. His cheeks flushed red and he fidgeted, covering himself with his hands. The wolf raised its head again, closer to his nose now, its eyes almost glowing like galaxies as the white wolf's had. “Modesty?" she asked, her tone offended, “You need not hide yourself from me, little o--"

“Must you call me that?" Chiro whined. It felt all too cutting right now, all things considered. Those men had called him 'little' too. There was a pause, and Chiro became fearfully aware of who – what – he'd just interrupted. “Apologies."

“No," the voice purred, and he heard the smile as the wolf drew her nose across his cheek. “I understand. Your dreams disagree quite categorically, don't they?" One of her large front paws rested on his thigh as the wolf brought herself closer, beginning to nuzzle his cheek in a strangely human, sensual manner. “No," she went on, almost moaning the words, “No more little Chiro. Mmmh! Breathe with me, my champion. Let us share in your dreams!"

A moan escaped him, loud and unbidden as warmth like the sun inflamed his bones. The wolf was almost atop him, paws on his belly, nuzzling against his face and chest with growing urgency. He felt the pressure of his trousers pinning down his raging erection, his hips rolling of their own accord. His hands gripped at the grass as he shakily moaned again, the heat growing more and more intense throughout his whole body. His brow furrowed, his eyes closed, inhaling sharply and exhaling huffing moans as the wolf smothered him under her affection, her own breath washing over his skin as she panted.

It became hard to breathe. He gritted his teeth, trying to inhale, knuckles turning white as his body seemed to be enveloped in constricting force, but the unnatural heat and pleasure burning in his core oppressed all sense of alarm. “Breeeaathe!" Enassif's voice moaned in his mind, and by her command his body obeyed. Popping, tearing fabric echoed as he inhaled deeply. The shearing sound of tearing cotton and leather continued, stinging his skin as it ruptured down his legs, across his chest and arms. Chiro moaned loudly against his own volition, and did not recognise the voice he heard.

His body slowly writhed under the over-affectionate she-wolf and he fought to open his eyes. All the alien sensations suddenly slotted into sense as he watched his own body expand under tattered rags of his clothes. His chest grew larger, lifting the wolf higher with each heaving breath, the ground under his heels being dug into divots as his feet drew farther and farther from him. The wolf slid down his body, dragging her tongue over increasingly rounded pectorals and the sweat-beaded hills of his abs. Chiro could only witness in dumb awe, unable to move, as her tongue slid down. Her eyes stared into his own over his expanding body as she moved to the side, revealing his throbbing erection. It was large, but now growing faster. He moaned again, wide-eyed and feeling as though he teetered on the edge of orgasm.

New veins spread around expanding skin, the head of his prick swelling outward as it was raised higher and higher by the increasing amount of shaft behind it. He, too, grew higher, the tree's bark grazing between his shoulder blades. He shivered all over, a spurt of white fluid arcing briefly from his tip and splatting on his stomach. He heard Enassif's voice in his mind, groaning in pleasure while the wolf's tongue slid around the expanding base of his cock. He looked at himself with both awe and growing fear – it was far larger than that man's had been. Men weren't supposed to have members like this.

And still it grew, its angle lowering as it became heavier and heavier, pointing towards his belly. He could see it visibly throbbing now, the veins snaking up expanding and lengthening flesh. His inner thighs felt strange, and as the now peach-sized head of his cock touched his lower chest, he saw why. The wolf slid down farther, her tongue dragging down over the expanse of his rapidly swelling balls. They were the size of grapefruits! They pressed together, trapped between his now muscular thighs, aching and stretching the thickening skin of his sack tight.

“St… stop..." he breathed, speech laboured and difficult under Enassif's hold on him. This was too much. The feeling in his body was beyond any sort of pleasure he had ever conceived to feel and he fought against it, afraid of what kind of creature she was turning him into this time. But she didn't respond; the voice in his head simply moaned unashamed and pleasured moans while the wolf licked at him like a whore disguised.

All over his body, draped in the tatters of his clothing with only the most defiant stitches still left to break, muscles burgeoned under his sweat-beaded skin. The now apple-sized dome of his cock, wrapped in loose, plump foreskin, progressed up his chest in the ravine between his pectorals. Hot, white fluid spilled from the tip with every thumping throb of it, leaving a trail down his body. Still paralyzed, he felt his legs gradually forced apart by the ballooning globes of his testes and moaned with both pain and pleasure. “Stop! It's too--" he gasped again, a spurt of what he could only assume was semen spilling against his neck, “It's too much!"

His breathing rapid, he felt the hot skin of his cock touch his throat. The wolf stood up, its forepaws on his hips, panting as it watched him.

“Stallion-shamer!" Enassif's voice screamed in his mind like a woman in ecstasy. Chiro's large hands dug into the dirt as he cried out, his monstrous length bucking as the glans now pushed past his neck against his ear. All at once the pleasure rushed out of him and his body went limp. He slumped against the tree, breathing raggedly, his head propped against the immensely thick pole his penis had become. He swallowed and weakly lifted his head, feeling hot fluid running down the back of his shoulder. He spread his legs too, grunting with relief as it allowed his enormous balls room to lie.

“What have you done to me?" he breathed. His voice was deeper, refined, throaty and masculine. Every inch of him felt too hot, fatigue soaking into him, feeling as though he'd been exerting himself for a week without sleep. His head felt heavy, his limbs leaden as he lifted his arm. He didn't recognise it. It was clad in muscle, his forearm broad, his bicep enormous, his hand thick and strong-looking. He groaned and let his arm fall limp; it was too much effort to hold up.

“I have released a mote of your potential," Enassif's voice sighed happily in his head. “I confess, I have not drawn such enjoyment from doing so in a very, very long time. What glorious excess you harbour!"

Chiro frowned and swallowed thickly, returning his attention to the monstrous log that now served as his member. “Why…?"

“My child," the wolf stepped closer, her paws on his chest and her nose near touching his own. Impatience tinged Enassif's tone. “I have brought you back from oblivion. Returned your friend to you. Given you the means to bring vengeance upon those that wronged you. Today I have granted you no small measure of your most treasured fantasy."

“M-my apologies, Enassif, I meant no--"

“When I desire grovelling, you will KNOW IT!" the voice in his mind bellowed, the wolf's jaws snapping a hair away from his nose. For a long moment its teeth bared, his eyes near aflame, driving a terror into Chiro he could scarcely comprehend. Eventually the wolf hid its teeth again, and Enassif's voice was patient once more. “I promised you gifts, my champion, and you have received them all while returning nary a sliver of gratitude."

Chiro looked down at himself, his monumental erection still throbbing insistently in spite of him. He swallowed again. “Thank you, Enassif, for your gifts," he ventured, “Truly. I… cannot express with any accuracy how grateful I am. Simply returning Elise to me, that alone, I…"

“Hush, my champion," she cooed, “I know what is in your heart. Yet it is occluded by your uncertainty. Despite our accord, you have yet to relinquish yourself fully to me."

“I don't know what you want," he replied, still unused to his own voice, if it was his own.

“You fear the price for these gifts."

Chiro nodded. He was not accustomed to generosity. Even presents from his mother were soon torn away by his father for fear of 'softening the boy even more than she had'.

“You will know, soon. Trust in me. Know that as my champion, my love for you is rivaled only by your mother, for I have returned you to this world as my child. Is it not so different from birth? Where before you were naught, through me you were born back into this world. No harm shall come to you by my will, provided you respect your mother's wishes."

Chiro nodded again. He could not rightly ask for any more than she had given him. He wanted to trust Enassif, to give himself to her. He had never had much aspiration for himself; there was naught of real value to the life he wanted before now, only the absence of his father and being forced to die in a war he didn't understand. All that prevented him from surrendering himself was his fear. He looked into the wolf's beautiful eyes that burned with an intensity of life that bordered on intoxicating. He had died and been reborn. He thought back to his stories that had kept him company as a child, of knights and adventurers and great wizards. To those noblest heroes, a life-debt meant everything. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, then opened them again.

“I am yours," he spoke, pouring as much conviction into the words as he could muster, “Mother."

The wolf drew closer, her cold nose pressed to the side of his, and she kissed him. Confusion shed from his mind, her tongue curling around his own, and his lips met hers with magnetic willingness. Her fur and whiskers pressed to his lips and his tongue eagerly coiled and writhed with hers. He felt the leaden weight of fatigue lift, draining from his tired muscles, filling his body with strength that befitted it. His hands moved to lay upon the dense, soft fur of her neck, caressing through it as they shared a heated, loving kiss. His lips followed hers as she parted, punctuating the exchange with an affectionate nuzzle.

“You have made a new mother proud," her voice whispered in his mind, before giggling softly. “Ask your questions."

Chiro sighed, returning from the high. That had been his first kiss in either of his lives, and it surprised him to feel so gratified that it was with both his new mother and an animal. He smiled at her as she drew back, letting his hands fall away from caressing her fur.

“Why so… large?" he asked, looking down again at himself. “This is bigger than my dream."

Enassif's voice giggled in his mind. “Your dream was particularly explicit in how you shamed the stallions your mother adored. It is what you wanted, thus I have made it so. You are now an inch in all respects larger than the most endowed stallion in this world. There is not a one that has existed or will ever exist that you do not exceed by your immensity."

Chiro blinked. “All of them?"

“Not one exception," she replied, emphasising each word.

Chiro was still trying to comprehend what this meant. Knowing this fact, however, he could not hope to stop the swell of petty pride that swelled in his chest. “And my, um," he began, nodding downward.

“Oh yes," the wolf turned her head to join him in regarding the two vast orbs between his legs. They were near spheres, slightly oval, and had to be a foot wide apiece. The skin of his sack was wrapped around them, no longer as tight as it had been as the skin thickened and smoothed greatly, with fat, shallow wrinkles spreading over his aching, heavy globes. “A fair measure larger than near any beast in this world." The wolf turned back to him and kissed his cheek. “Their import shall become apparent quite soon, my child. As I said to you, you value life over death. I share in this with you, and have hope that you will be quite… demonstrative."

The wolf stepped off him and sat back next to him, and Chiro unsteadily sat up, being careful of his new endowment. “In fact, that time has come."