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The shy wolf had been attempting to hide under his ears, still wrestling with himself over the confession, before she had kissed him. Not with force, nor even with lust, but instead with comfort. Assurance. He let out a muffled gasp, suddenly all the more embarrassed. However, after the initial tension wore off, he started to relax. As his shy, black paws came to rest on her sides, the canine holding his dear friend loosely, so her hands reached up to hold his shoulders firmly, all four thumbs flexing to keep him in place.

When the kiss eventually broke, and she pulled away, his limbs fell loosely to his side as he stood there, slightly winded. Swallowing hard, he looked back down at her, forcing words up into his muzzle.

"Yari, I-"

"Shhhh..." she hissed gently, her hands landing on the wolf's cheeks and drawing out another gasp as she began to speak, voice soft and even sympathetic. "Don't be shy, dear. Everyone wants to feel welcomed, protected...to feel their worries just drip away...let their minds be at ease for once..."

The confused, sad wolf gazed down into her eyes, focusing on the bright little orbs in seas of black. He knew those eyes very well; he knew how they narrowed for the hunt or twisted in rage...how they could hold nothing but love and care.

She lifted her muzzle and kissed him again, before gently whispering into his lips

"It's a lot easier to let go of those fears when you're with Mumma Yari...nurturing your body...always embracing you..."

Any words that were growing on the big canine's tongue died upon hearing hers. His eyes fell closed, her voice resting comfortably in his ear and warming his face like hidden coals. He wanted this...he wanted her embrace.

Slowly, he began to kneel. Yari took hold of his shoulders gently as she stretched and straightened up in turn until they were both at eye level. But, to his surprise, Yari kept going, applying pressure on his shoulders until the Maned Wolf settled on his knees and she could look down upon his shy face, now at the level of her breasts. Her long, thin tongue slipped free of her muzzle and gave a loving little flit at the large canine's snout, drawing a nervous squeak out of him. She only kept going, lifting her hands and rubbing behind his right ear while caressing his left cheek. At the touch of her soft fingers, almost all of his hesitation fell away. She cast a soft smile down at him as her hands grew heavy, the big wolf giving up to her touch. As he leaned into the affection, his muzzle came to rest against her chest, pressing into it like a scared child running home to his mother. Though, he felt no cause for fear.

Despite the prideful, knowing look in Yari's eyes as she watched the wolf, nothing seemed sexual in their moment together. Not to them, even as he slowly slid farther down before her. Within that moment, he only felt cared for. Within that moment, she only felt care.

As his face traveled down her belly, a soft bump of flesh brushed his cheek. His eyes drifted back open, having grown half-lidded and almost lethargic in the loving embrace. Without a word, her body had defied the silence, and one of her lower teats had peeked out from her fur near his muzzle. His eyes stayed upon the black nipple, swollen and inviting...budding with milk. The wolf lifted his head, eyes turning to hers for guidance. He let out a soft sound, neither sexual nor demanding, more like a needy whine. The sound of a child needing his mother.

Yari pulled the wolf against her belly, casting an inviting, motherly gaze over him. Her eyes said it all, how she perceived her friend. This wolf was her Kin, in need of his mother's protection and love. Hers. All the while, she continued to rub at his ears...letting him make the choice when he was ready.

Even as what was left of the wolf's identity and sense of self still itched at him, he followed his heart. With a little sigh, he closed his lips on her soft teat and started to suckle gently. Yari did not shudder in pleasure or squirm in arousal. The moment just was. A muffled coo left his whiskered muzzle as his hunger was sated, the thick cream coating him from tongue to stomach. Her milk held almost the same effect as absinthe on the wolf's tongue, and his head swam and his vision began to cloud at the delicious taste. The feeling was not quite intoxicating, but more than enough to let the wolf relax into Yari's touch, accept her guidance. All past thoughts of confusion and stress were far, far gone, lost in her arms. On his knees, nearly on all fours, he was where he needed to be. She was there for him, in all ways...

Yet, something in their bond was missing. In the haze of her milk, his cloudy mind searched for an answer for some time, before a faint picture slowly came together. Her blood should be his. Connected and interdependent. Behind his eyelids, he saw images of her, from her, of her body begging to let that bond complete.

He only wanted to be close to his Mumma, wanted to let her hold him and protect him from everything cold...return to a haven where the two could...be together again.

Above him, an idea sparked.

The wolf heard a faint whisper spoken in Keji, a language he did not speak. Despite this, he still understood every word.

"Come home, little one."

His muzzle left her teat, falling away with hints of cream still on his dark lips. His eyes were closed now, the lids heavy, though he needed no guidance. She was right, it was time. On all fours in front of her, his entire body was heavy, almost tired. He needed to go home and rest...and the first step came as he lifted his face to her door and gently tried to shift forward.

The moment his muzzle slipped between her legs and between her lips, all he could feel was warmth. Yari leaned back onto a couch just behind her, her hand still gently rubbing at the back of his ear in tender encouragement. The clench of her muscles scared him at first, but just like her embrace, the sensation only entices him deeper. With all the room he needed, what conscious part of his mind left behind willed his limbs to act, and he started to crawl. Her long tailtip swept around his footpaw, letting it act as a brace as he fed himself into her yielding, velvet-lined folds. He closed his eyes as her rippling flesh was spread open as wide as it could, slowly engulfing his face.

Yari could feel him, his face warm as it slipped deeper into her, wriggling in inch by inch. Her legs splayed outwards to give him all the room he needed, and he could feel her muscles tugging gently at his snout...coaxing him deeper. She moaned in pleasure, eyes closed in exertion and growing joy, as her canal yielded to the wolf's ingress. Spread ever wider, the inky black velvet crept across his face until his sight went dark, finally obscured by her flesh. His home.

Again she whispered in earnest, voice growing more excited.

"Come, little one. I'll protect you..."

The wolf's perception of the outside world faded further as his ears were engulfed in her, the hum of electricity fading in a rhythmic pulse. He could hear her heart, hear her breathing. With every moment within her, he realized more and more just how cold it was outside of her. Every twitch of her pleasured, prideful body begged him only to come deeper. He tried to breathe as deep as he could, still feeling the slight tickle of air emanating from the wilderness...a feeling that itched in his throat. It didn't matter. He needed to go home, that was all he needed.

Yari had some reprieve as she took him down to his neck, his head nuzzling and huffing inside of her and sending rumbles of sensation through her entire body. She shuddered, beaming down at him...and realizing he was struggling. His head had been easy, but his broad shoulders impeded his progress.

He needed to push.

The wolf could feel her foot grab his leg gently, not forcing him deeper but allowing him to brace himself. It wouldn't be easy, but he needed to work through it so he could progress.

Again, she called out, appealing to him with a desperate whine.

"Come...come, little one...be whole..."

His paws rested on her tail, almost climbing it like a vine as he worked up his strength. He filled his lungs as much as he could with what meager air he had left, tensing his muscles and closing his eyes. The thought hit him, his mind screaming at him to remember that he was just before the point of no return...

...before he rolled his shoulders and popped the first one in with a muffled whine of exertion. Once his shoulder passed her lips, his snout broke into her womb, his lips gracing her with a hidden gasp. This embrace was not forceful or demanding like her canal, only snug, even consuming. Pushing farther in, he slowly stretched Yari's body open until her muscles relaxed enough to let him in. His choice had been made.

With his hardest trial over, Yari took over, gripping the couch with all four hands as she huffed, hissed, and gasped, preparing herself. It was her turn to put in the work, her internal muscles undulating along his body, pulling the wolf in like some obscene throat.

The clutching, rippling pressure from her body massaged his all over, kneading a lifetime of tension out until he felt almost like a liquid sliding into her. He let his arms hang by his side, using his long legs to push his torso deeper into her. He bathed in a gentle pressure on every inch of him as if being hugged from every conceivable angle. The wolf felt calm, at peace in a way. So close to home, his breathing almost seemed to stop, but he felt no need for it. He felt no concern, no fear out of not taking his next breath. What little mental capacity that still questioned his situation instead focused on one singular thought, burning like a mantra.

"No matter what, Mumma Yari will provide for you. Hunger will never be known to you. Everything will become a gentle, warm, and utterly total embrace. You've only made it halfway into your new mother. Come home, little one, and never feel alone."

As tight as her silky passage was, the feeling against the wolf's muzzle was nearly impossible. While his snout passed through with relative ease, he couldn't quite get his face inside. A whine, one felt and not heard, left his muzzle. He was desperate, he could feel home against his face as he tried to push in farther.

Finally, as his muzzle opened in a silent cry, his face slipped into Yari's womb, the heat like breaking out of the ocean toward the sun. Finally home, he couldn't help but run, and he wriggled quickly, snaking his way inside as more and more of him was swallowed up by her body.

All the while, Yari had been enjoying the feeling immensely. Her abdomen had stretched obscenely, with her able to see the outline of his head and shoulders jutting from her belly...a bulge that only grew as she quickly became a glowing mother. The sensations hit a peak, and with a shuddering, whimpering hiss, her body pulsed around him as she reached a powerful orgasm. As her child's new home filled with her lustful secretions, it only made his fate all the more warm and comforting. His torso began to curl as more of him slid in, his arms hugging his chest. The wolf's legs squirmed and kicked slightly as if trying to swim through the darkness and surface from the cold, only serving to massage Yari's inner walls in an unintentional reciprocation. Once his hips slid past her folds, all that would be left for him was to curl up, sleep, and dream to the sound of his new mother's body. The sound of her heart was racing, but no less filled with sincerity.

The pulsing around him gave him some discomfort and a feeling of hurry, and his feet left the ground as he pushes off in a final dive. His legs eventually followed the rest of his body as he tucked into a ball within her. With a wet little slurp, his toes slid between her lips...and then were gone to the light. The last feeling from the outside world the wolf felt was Yari's silk dripping off of his tailtip.

Finally, aided by Yari's silk, he finally slipped inside, curling up within her womb. The bulge in her belly was obscene, spilling out over her legs...but the slow, gentle heartbeat from inside showed her child was comfortable. He knew it would be all okay. How could it not? His mother had him close. It took a few minutes for her body to calm back to its loving, slow, constant pace. With it, he felt as if both an eternity had passed and as if time had stopped. He no longer breathed, but he had never felt so full of life. Neither had his new mother.

The heat was intense at first. It was not unpleasant, but it felt almost stifling. Soon though, he was still, gentle. He no longer could feel where the heat began and he ended. An eternity seemed to pass while he was inside of her. His body seemed to lose track of itself. The days and weeks seemed to pass without interval, and his body seemed more detached. Nebulous. Ever-changing.

He barely felt himself at all, until the tickle returned. Sensation, even strength. His eyes relearned to open, and after many lifetimes, they finally could see. While his mind was barely there, only seeing colors and feeling pulses at first, he could slowly see more...feel more...until he could finally feel the charge start from one end, pass through him, and end at the other to release in a clutching motion.

His foot.

Five formed digits that eventually closed around something. He could feel the bobble at the end of his tail, and soon, he was playing with the long, thin appendage with his new hands. He was itching at his cheeks, hugging his tail for comfort, rubbing at where his horns were coming in.

More and more light was shining in. He kicked and stretched as any child would, never meaning to cause his Mumma discomfort but unable to know better. His ears had been pinned back for so long he swore he felt as if they had changed. He imagined new muscles, new structures, and every once in a while he could swear he could see the network of blood vessels woven around his home in her womb. All was lit with a dim yellow glow that came and went with her heartbeat. It didn't make sense to him, but there was no dread in his heart. He merely knew it was right. Mumma wanted him to see, so he could.

Eventually, he felt his home constrict around him again. The faint memory of how it all began slipped back into focus. He could vaguely remember how happy he felt after the effort and squeezing stopped. Something urged him to stretch, a sensation that brought a memory. A small black circle. It stopped the hunger! A face, a soft loving gaze ended the worry. He could remember her hands, they kept the cold away. As much as he had been with her these many days...he missed her. He missed her smile.

For the first time, he felt his muzzle open in a whine. Hunger. Melancholy. Need. These weren't the feelings he knew in his home...he needed more. Something came back to him, slowly blooming in his early mind. Not a word, but a thought.

Mother.

Suddenly, his home squeezed around him, and he almost felt scared. He opened his body as he was pulled away, his body herded like a current away from where he'd stayed for so long. It was tight, but he did not fight it. He knew something was out there. She was out there.

He writhed his long, flexible body as he pushed through her cervix, the warmth that bathed him for so long leaving his face to be replaced with so much more. This time it was not nearly as tight or hard for him, instead cradling him as he slid forward towards a new light. A faint blue hue, complemented by colors he did not yet have words for. He heard many faint sounds...one that sounded familiar...and before long, his muzzle peeked out from between soft walls. He finally tasted the air and let out a tiny, hissing gasp.

The world had changed in his absence. Everything was so much... bigger.

Pale arms and soft hands collected him as he was painlessly birthed. A familiar tongue flicked over the little one's muzzle and shielded his eyes from the bright lights of the world. His thin arms would have done the job themselves, but they lacked the strength after all he had experienced.

He could blindly feel himself lifted until he was guided next to something very soft and warm. His cheek brushed something firm and soft, and he felt a dampness in his fur. The little one automatically licked at it with his long, forked tongue, and his stomach lurched in the best way. Wriggling around blindly, he did not stop rooting around with his long muzzle until he felt the soft flesh again. Then, finally, he felt it brush his nose. A bud of flesh. He didn't know why but...it seemed nice...the black circle! His small lips wrapped around it automatically before his mind could even process his wonder. He knew what to do. He suckled, and he felt a sweet taste and a warm satisfaction each time he drew from her. The little one could feel the way the milk sprayed and coated his throat, and he drank and drank. All he knew was happy_and _full.

A discomfort, and a whimper, and one of those warm hands gently patted his back until something happened. It was like breathing out, but not from his lungs. It sounded funny, and he giggled at it. So did she.

"Mumma Yari loves you, little one..."

Another sound. That one he liked...and slowly, he let his eyes peek open.

His first sight, looking up from her chest, was her face. Her eyes were soft, full of an emotion he would come to learn the meaning of, the feeling of which he would never forget. This was what he had left home to find...and he now knew he'd never left at all. He reached his paws up at her, his Mumma.

Yari held her little one close, her hand rubbing his left set of ears as she nuzzled tenderly into his right cheek. His little head rolled into her touch, not sure where to go or where to feel. Soon, he found a good hold, his arms wrapping around Mumma's neck as best as he could, holding on for dear life. She twirled his tail around her finger, still nuzzling his face and supporting his weak new body in the crook of her left arm.

"Your horns are already coming in, little one," she purred softly. "You're going to be a desirable male when you're older..."

Her smile widened, and she gave him a tiny squeeze.

"They can't have you yet, though...you're Mumma's for now..."

The little chitter he uttered suggested he did not mind the idea, if he understood it at all. The sounds teased his ears, feeling like another warm paw resting on his senses. He nuzzled into her chest, rubbing her scent onto his fur to keep and save. As his heavy eyes closed and his tail braided around her wrist lovingly, his ears heard one more sound, one more sweet sensation before he drifted to sleep.

"Everything will be all right. Mumma's got you...little Sen."