Cheaters Sometimes Prosper
A gray furred wolf found himself staring at the ceiling in the early morning light. There had been a lot on his mind lately. He looked over at his slumbering wife, a white furred beauty of a rabbit. The wolf knew his wife had been unhappy with their marriage lately. He was fairly certain that she wanted a divorce, but his family was able to put too much pressure, both financial and emotional, on her to let her do it. She did still have other avenues that were available to her.
Her behavior seemed a bit different lately. The wolf was fairly certain his wife was cheating on him now. There was no real evidence that she was doing so, but he could just sense it. He knew something had to be going on. She had been real depressed for about three months, but over the past two weeks her mood had really improved. He was fairly certain that was not because of anything he had done. The wolf also thought he could detect the faint scent of someone strange on her. He was going to find out soon enough what she was up to.
His wife's eyes fluttered open and he looked away from her before she noticed she was starring at him. "Good morning honey bunny," the wolf said in as friendly a manner as he could muster.
"Good morning Michael," she responded while stifling a yawn. That was another bad sign to the wolf. She used to call him by little nicknames whenever she woke. Now it was always just Michael. He did not let her see him frown as he started to prepare to go to work. She also claimed that she had some errands to run today. They washed up a bit and got dressed fairly quickly. Not a word passed between them as they did so.
His wife was the first one to leave the house. Michael was not far behind her. He did not go to work though. Instead, he just hopped in his car and drove it a couple of blocks away from his house. After parking the car he walked back home and hoped that his wife would not get home before he did. When he did get home he was careful to look out for his wife's car. After seeing that it was nowhere to be seen he was quick to try and put his plan into motion.
Michael looked for the book he had hidden within his house and pulled it out. He did not like the idea of hiring a private investigator to find out about his wife's activities and he did not want to take the risk of her discovering him spying on her. The book that he had discovered would come in handy with resolving his problems. It was this book and books like it that had allowed many of the members of his family to get rather wealthy. The book contained actual working spells in it. Most of them were impractical to use in the modern day world, but a few definitely had their uses. The particular spell that Michael was interested in was the shrinking spell located about midway through the book.
In the old days that spell had been used on others. Michael intended to use it on himself. That way, he could hide somewhere in the house without ever getting noticed. He intended to hide behind the pillow of his own bed. He would have to take his clothes off first. The spell was only supposed to shrink him and not his clothes. It would be a little embarrassing, but he was alright with that if it meant finally catching his cheating wife. Michael carefully put all of his clothes away and made sure that there was no other evidence that he was home.
The wolf made sure that all of his preparations were complete before he started to recite the spell. He wished that there was a way to undo the spell, but once he shrunk himself he would have to remain that way for a full 24 hours. When he was close enough to finishing the spell that he no longer needed the book he placed it in the drawer of the dresser on his side of the bed. Things were not as flashy as he thought they would be. He did not feel any differently as he noticed the environment around him start to get larger. His body was shrinking into itself at a steady pace and it felt just as natural as breathing to him.
Michael wound up a bit smaller than he thought he would. He was expecting to be around two or three inches tall, but he would have to say that he was considerably smaller. That would make him harder to find, but it made him more vulnerable at the same time. The now little wolf made sure to find a nice secure place to hide. It turned out he was just in time. Michael heard the door to the house opening. What made him mad was that he heard two voices talking to each other as they came into the house.
"Are you sure your husband isn't home Merrill?" Michael heard an unfamiliar male voice say.
"I'm sure Vic. Michael hasn't surprised me by coming home early to spend time with me in a while," said Merrill.
"This feels kind of funny doing this in his own house. It seems like he would notice," said the male, Vic.
"I have my ways of making sure he doesn't notice your scent. Now come on over to my bed room so I can show you a good time Vic," Merrill said seductively. Michael knew what she must mean by a good time. His fur was already standing on end and his nostrils flared as he started to grow very angry. A few seconds later Michael saw his wife leading a rather fit looking raccoon into his room.
Michael watched as his wife began a rather sensual show of undressing herself in front of Vic while Vic just stared lustily at her. The little wolf was also a little distracted by her show. It had been a long time since she had done anything like this for him. At his current size all of her features looked extremely exaggerated to him. Two lovely white hills adorned her chest. Her hour glass figure really seemed to complement her perfectly rounded rear. The fluffy little tail on her bottom did not seem quite so little to Michael as he watched it wag excitedly.
"Do you want?" Merrill asked as she posed seductively for Vic, first presenting him with a good view of her breasts and then her rear.
"Yes, I want," Vic managed to get out before he started undressing himself. Michael was beyond enraged. His vision narrowed into a tunnel and he forgot just how small he was for a moment. He wanted to let his wife know that he had caught her in her infidelity. Things did not work out exactly like that. Just as he stepped out of hiding Merrill laid down hard on the bed. Michael had not thought about what would happen if anyone laid down on the bed while he was on it. The result was that he was sent bouncing high into the air onto a different section of the bed. It was an easily survivable landing, but Michael was still left disoriented. He did not even notice the slender hand descending on him until he was already pinned to the bed by its weight.
Everything sounded muffled and distorted to Michael from beneath his wife's hand. That did not stop him from recognizing what was happening. He could hear the grunts of Vic as well as his wife giggling and moaning with pleasure. Michael was chiding himself for being so stupid when his wife's hand clenched with him in it. The bed sheet he was one was the only thing that kept him from being crushed as her hand tightened up. It still felt like the life was being squeezed out of him. Then her hand unclenched just to clench again, and again, and again.
Things were not even close to being over for him. His wife lifted her hand and Michael found he was stuck to it. Her hand was moving rapidly toward an ebony tower and Michael realized this cheating couple was about to be involved in a threesome without even noticing it. The little wolf tried to scream for his wife to stop, but nobody seemed to notice his tiny voice. It was a good thing Merrill only gently caressed the raccoon's shaft or Michael might have been crushed. Michael could feel the raccoon shiver with pleasure as his wife touched the large cock and Michael was rubbed onto it.
He wanted to be stuck to Vic's cock even less than he wanted to be stuck to his wife's hand. From this position he knew that he was going to be in for a wild ride that he might not survive. Michael was not pleased with his view at the moment right now. Vic was hunched over Michael's wife, his cock right above her breasts. Michael had to struggle to hold on as Vic lowered his cock in between the valley formed by Merrill's voluptuous furry hills. It was a struggle to stay above it all, a struggle the Michael lost.
The wolf found himself jammed up against Vic's hardened shaft by his wife's firm breasts. Then he started moving his shaft up and down. Michael found his tiny body was just barely able to stand up to getting rubbed roughly against what felt like tons of flesh to him. Vic continued to pump while Michael noticed that his wife's fur was starting to get a little moist. He was disgusted when he figured out that Vic's head must be leaking precum into Merrill's fur. That pre was also starting to get into his own fur and he had to struggle to keep it from getting into his mouth. His body grew sticky with cum and it came as a relief when he finally withdrew.
Michael was still stuck to Vic's cock, but having the weight of his wife's flesh removed from his body came as a relief. The next few moments were a blur of motion for Michael. He could tell that the two lovers were repositioning themselves, but it was hard to tell what they were positioning themselves to do. Michael could tell Vic was anxious to get on with things. His hot musky cock throbbed beneath the wolf and the powerful scent threatened to overwhelm his senses.
A hot blast of air washed over Michael and he looked in the direction it had come from. He found himself staring into the deep blue eyes of his wife as she ran her tongue over her thin lips. She did not see the wolf. He was just a tiny speck on a much greater prize. The rabbit's mouth opened, revealing large sparkling white teeth that were slowly moving in Michael's direction. Michael had always known she had been a tease and he had always hated that. Apparently Vic was much more tolerant of her ways. Michael thought the raccoon might even be the type to enjoy a little teasing which might be why Merrill had chosen him as a partner.
Michael was securely plastered to Vic's cock by his cum and no matter what the wolf did all he could do was watch Merrill's mouth get closer to him. The humid pink interior of her maw passed over him. Her lips sealed over Vic's member and her tongue playfully caressed his length. Merrill's tongue was what finally tugged Michael off of Vic's shaft. For Michael there was nothing to be happy about. He knew his wife was about to give another male a blow job with him still in her mouth. The back of her throat seemed like a dark abyss waiting to admit him and if he did not find a secure place he knew he would get swallowed alive by his cheating wife.
Before Michael could make his way across his wife's tongue her head started pumping and he could feel her start to suck on Vic's dick. It was surprising to find out just how powerful her sucking was to him at his size. The only thing that kept him from plummeting into the back of her throat was that he managed to dig his claws into the flesh of Vic's shaft. He hugged himself tightly against the warm flesh and tried not to think about how awkward it was that he was actually clinging to someone's member for safety. There was not much time to think about that for Michael. He had to concentrate on hanging on. It felt almost as if Merrill were purposefully trying to suck him down to her belly.
Michael felt the cock he was clinging to clench up. Vic was about to climax. A second later he could actually here the member erupt. Merrill's mouth quickly filled with cum as she struggled to swallow. Some of it just rebounded around her mouth and a nice sized blob even struck Michael squarely and painfully in the back. He was knocked off his island of safety and he felt Merrill swallow once more. He found himself rushing toward his fate when another blast from Vic's shaft battered Michael. There was some good news for the wolf. The shot of cum knocked him off course and a small stream of the stuff forced its way out between Merrill's lips and took Michael with it. The wolf was relieved to be in the open air once more, even if he did find himself dribbling down a giant rabbit's chin in a stream of cum.
Michael saw that he was not out of danger just yet. His wife was on his knees and the ground was far beneath him. The cum was dripping to the ground and Michael was having a hard time moving around in the thick sticky cum. If he could not get a hold of Merrill's fur he knew that he was going to have a long lethal fall back to the earth. His attempts were proving to be unsuccessful. Just as he was about to be fall to his death Merrill withdrew from Vic's cock and leaned backwards a little. It was still a long fall, but at least he was going to fall of his wife's soft fur instead of the hard floor below.
A little tear shaped drop formed around Michael as he reached the bottom of Merrill's chin. Then the drop detached from her and Michael found himself in a terrifying freefall. The drop shattered against his wife's firm belly and Michael went rolling down her body. He tried to get a hold of her fur, but he only succeeded in slowing himself down a little. The fur started to get a little thicker after he reached a point and his attempts to slow himself down just ended up getting him tangled in her fur. A new smell filled Michael's nose and a quick look around showed him that he was hovering right in front of his wife's pussy.
When Merrill stood up Michael found himself in a real odd position. He was upside down and the powerful odor of arousal that surrounded him made him feel dizzy. When Merrill lay down it sort of left Michael recover a bit. Michael wished he was still too dizzy to notice anything as he noticed a fully erect shaft moving in his direction. The wolf struggled frantically to get out of the way of the mammoth cock moving in his direction, but he was just too tangled up in his wife's fur to do anything.
The cock head hit Michael like a battering ram. After an impact like that his body was easily torn right out of his wife's fur. Vic's member shoved Michael ahead of it, deeper and deeper into the rabbit's pussy. If the scent from outside Merrill's sex was strong, the scent from inside of it was completely overwhelming. Even from the position he was in Michael could not help but be a little aroused. He was still more frightened than aroused, though, and angry that someone else was going this far with his wife.
Feminine juices started to fill the space Michael was in as the forward momentum of Vic's member finally stopped. As it withdrew Michael was left behind to wade and marinate is his wife's juices. It was humiliating for him and a little arousing in a twisted sort of way, but it was nothing compared to the feeling he got when he heard Vic's cock rapidly thrusting back into Merrill. Michael tried to wade through Merrill's juices to avoid taking a hit from Vic's cock once again.
It was too dark to see exactly where the ebony shaft was. He could sure hear it forcing its way into Merrill's pussy. The noise sounded like it was right behind him and he did feel something warm against his back. It was not a rough hit, but it was sticky and when Vic withdrew his cock once more Michael was dragged along with it. Michael did not know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. He knew what might happen to him if he was stuck in Merrill when she climaxed and he was fairly certain he would be crushed like a grape. Still, he was worried whether of not he would be able to survive Vic pounding into his wife.
Vic did pound away at Merrill for all he was worth. Michael had more to worry about than the pounding. He was right under Vic's cock slit and it was leaking large amounts of pre all over him, threatening to drown him. Then the pounding stopped and everything all around Michael seemed to tense up. Merrill actually climaxed first. His heated flesh pressed firmly against Michael and then he felt the same tension that he had felt in Vic's member the last time he blew his load. Vic blew load after load into Merrill and Michael found his little cavern rapidly filling with mixed male and female juices. Michael tried to hold his breath for as long as he could as he was submerged in the thick milky substances. Eventually he was forced to swallow some of it down and he thought he was going to drown. Vic happened to withdraw from Merrill just in time to save Michael's life as the small wolf was pulled out on the tip of his cock.
"That'll have to be enough for the day lover. I have to clean all this up or Michael might smell what's going on," said Merrill.
"It was fun while it lasted," said Vic. "You don't mind if I grab a bite to eat before I leave do you?"
"You really do always get hungry right after sex, don't you?" Merrill said with a trace of amusement in her voice. "Go ahead, help yourself. It's not like Michael will notice."
Vic smiled at Merrill and gave her a little kiss before shuffling off to the kitchen. She immediately went to work trying to clean things up in as sexy as she could while Vic was still watching. Michael also stared at her lovely rear while a hand briefly descended over him as Vic considered pawing off right there. It was a good thing he decided not to do so and Michael was happy that he came away with Vic's hand. Being stuck to a finger seemed like a step up from being stuck to a cock.
As Michael recovered from his little ordeal he started to feel angry again. He was angry with himself for being so stupid, angry with his wife for cheating on him, and angry at this raccoon for having sex with his wife in his house and eating food he had bought. Once he made it back to his normal size he would set things right with everyone. Michael planned on using every bit of influence his family had on ruining both his wife and Vic. If she wanted a divorce, she could have it. Michael doubted she would be very happy with how things turned out even if she got her way.
As Vic prepared a little sandwich Michael thought about the things he would do to Merrill and Vic. It took him getting pressed into a slice of bread to get his attention. The first thing that went through Michael's mind was that it was disgusting that Vic had not washed his hands before starting to eat. The next thing that he started to think about was that he was in danger of becoming a part of Vic's meal. Even though the bread was sort of soft, it was not soft enough for Michael to free himself at the moment. He was forced to listen to Vic slowly making his way through his little snack.
Michael tried to eat his way free, but it took too long for him to accomplish much. Vic was already down to the last bit of his meal. The raccoon did not notice the additional wolf topping as he tossed the last morsel into his mouth. Michael soared past glistening fangs larger than his body and landed on a wide pink tongue. The small fragment of a sandwich that Michael was on started to break up almost immediately as Vic's tongue moved beneath it.
Michael was knocked off the sandwich and fell face first into a pool of saliva mixed in with little partially chewed pieces of mush. When Michael realized there was no easy way out of this he nearly broke down. He was surrounded by teeth and the only exit lead down the raccoon's throat. Michael struggled like a mad man to get to those teeth. He was like an animal as he desperately searched for any means of escape. The thought of being chewed up between the jagged teeth that surrounded him did not even cross his mind.
Michael managed to put forth a valiant effort in making it all the way to Vic's teeth. It was unfortunate that he was concentrating so hard on escape that he did not notice Vic's teeth coming together as he chewed. Michael only had one arm between Vic's teeth as they came together. After that, Michael did not have much of an arm left. The pain barely registered to the wolf as he still tried to escape. Michael did not even notice the tongue beneath him flex and toss his flailing body into the back of Vic's throat.
The wolf bit, clawed, punched, and kicked all the way down Vic's throat. His attempts to escape were all thwarted by the slimy tunnel that he found himself in. The smell of acids and digesting food reached Michaels nose and encouraged him to double his escape efforts. All he succeeded in doing was tiring himself out. The wolf plummeted into Vic's stomach and he felt the sting of digestive juices almost instantly.
Pain forced all sentient thoughts out of Michael's mind. He looked more like an animal as he struggled to find a way out of the death trap he found himself in. His already tired body could not stand up for long against the pain and the noxious fumes that seemed to surround his body. It only took a couple of minutes for Michael's movements to come to an end. Vic's body handled the job of turning Michael into nutrients while the wolf slept. All that was left of Michael were a few bits of indigestible matter that made its way through the rest of Vic's digestive system. That bit of matter was eventually flushed away, never to be noticed.
Michael's disappearance caused a stir in his neighborhood. An investigation never turned up anything that suggested foul play. The wolf just joined a long list of people that disappeared never to be seen again. After some time Michael was presumed dead and Merrill was free to marry Vic like she had wanted to do for a long time. Merrill did not discover Michael's spell book for a long time. She was able to sort of guess what had happened to her former husband after looking at a few spells and discovering that they really worked. After she and Vic studied they book they were able to make sure that they had some very fun times.