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[A.N. The photo included is not mine, rather a picture by the talented SabertoothErmine as a commission for Yut. I do not hold any claim to it; it was just the inspiration for this piece as a dire wolf.]

Sierra blinked the sleepiness out of her eyes as she explored the halls of Olympus. The tigress hadn't been awake for long, but she was quite bored around this place and had nothing better to do than to go looking for anything. She found her way through the great library; that which held every document, book, poem, and everything ever written by anyone, and continued straight through it. She'd have an eternity to read what was in there, and she'd already gone through quite a lot. She'd have plenty of time in the future to read,

On custom, she soon found herself in the World Tower. The massive construct spun high into the sky, a marvel of Roman and Greek engineering. It was constructed by the Gods themselves, and on each floor of the tower there were a hundred different archways. Contained in each archway was a colored portal, and on every keystone; a number. She spent a lot of time roaming through the different worlds, even if it was quite dangerous for her because of the bracer on her arm. The bracer, constructed by Hephaestus, or Vulcan, as he was known to the Romans, inhibited much of her abilities as a demigoddess. On Olympus it was useless, an armguard of irremovable Astral gold, but in many of these worlds it became a horrid contraption.

She played with the ring she had in her pocket as she looked through the portals, heading upwards. She'd been through the first five-hundred-forty so far, so she'd have to ascend the spiral staircase in the center. Humming quietly to herself, she made her way up it, looking around at all the colors. There were myriads of hues, each of them in the form of a swirling whirlpool contained in an archway. She couldn't help but to be a little awestruck at it all, even if she saw it virtually every day. She reached the fifth floor and began her way around the circle, counting off the Roman numerals above each portal with a small smile on her face.

Eventually the tigress found herself looking at the numerals 'DXLI', marking the latest portal she hadn't entered. She dropped the number to memory as she ran her paw around the edge of the archway, staring at the dark, blood-red hues within the frame for a few moments. She did have an athame at her belt for protection, and if the world was hostile to anthros, she could easily slip on the ring and go neko. She also had a hat in her pocket that would cover her ears and her tail could hide under her dress. Sighing lightly, she stepped into the glow, and the world began to spin.

Colors flew by, popping and clicking noises filled up her ears, and then there was a slight pain in her backside as she landed on it hard. She yelped, eyes closed as she held her head and relaxed for a moment. That was a bad transition. She slowly sat up, cracking her eyes open lightly. The view that met her vision made her heart sink. It was just as if her eyes were closed, black all around, and she sighed lightly. She rummaged her paw about in her pocket, which oddly made a sort of echo noise, before pulling out a short, wooden bar that certainly shouldn't have fit in there. The head of it had a small jewel in it, bright crimson if seen in the light, which was quite helpful in situations like this.

She touches her lips to the jewel, familiar with its location, and murmurs, "Incendo." Instantly she pulled her lips away, and at the same time a spark appeared, then the entire head of the staff burst into flames, a torch to light the way. The flames themselves looked to be normal fire, but they would not extinguish unless she directed them to. She moved the flame around in front of her, and could now make out brick, walls and walls of it. The ceiling and floor were smooth stone, oddly not moist, and at intervals along the walls there were torches. She swallowed slowly, realizing she'd made a huge mistake with this world.

Unlike the Gods, who could easily just pop up wherever they desired as long as it didn't affect another God's realm of influence, in order for a mortal or a halfblood to get back to Olympus they'd have to find a crystal that would be at the highest point in a twenty mile radius of the entry portal. This, as a result, complicated things for poor Sierra. She knew what this place was, and her thoughts were confirmed as she approached one of the torches and found the Greek letter Delta on it. This was the Labyrinth, constructed to contain the Minotaur of Crete.

Of course, the Minotaur was long since dead, slain by the hero Theseus many years prior, but that didn't make it any less dangerous. Many creatures were drawn to its halls, and many traps lined it, along with other bizarre things. Daedalus was one of the most brilliant men ever to live, and the Gods knew, this, having accredited him with one thing throughout his lifetime that highlighted his abilities; the Labyrinth itself was alive. It grew, changed, and formed many things inside of itself. There were entire castles stored inside of it, and it was no small wonder that it was as it was now. She raised her own torch and lit the one that stood on the wall, needing to mark her way if she planned on ever getting out of here.

She did have all of eternity to try to escape, after all, the bracer that had been constructed by Vulcan made her immortal, but that didn't mean she wanted to spend all of eternity in this place, not to mention it could be quite painful. There was a way for her to protect herself from most pain in this place, but it came at the risk of attracting more of the beasts that inhabited it. She had a perfume in her pocket, created by the daughters of Aphrodite, which was a potent aphrodisiac. It would cause the creatures in this place, mostly feral minded as they were, to be less inclined to attack and more inclined towards... other things. She supposed it was worth it, and reached in to fumble around, before pulling out a bottle with a spray top. She sprayed it in front of her, creating a pink mist, and held the torch away as she stepped through it.

The enchanted potion only had a minor effect on her, making her cheeks flush and her panties feel a little uncomfortable to be wearing, but she knew it was a whole lot more evident to others, especially creatures that relied on scent. She sighed lightly as she began her way through the maze of stone, lighting torches along the walls to mark her path.

She could feel the crystal that was her way out of this place; after all, it was tied to her own soul. In that manner, it was impossible for others to take it and use it without her present. If they did squash it, she'd simply be sent back to the entryway of the portal, which would be beneficial for her at the moment. Her eyes trailed along the walls, and they shifted from the stone to an appearance similar to a sewer system, minus the sewage to her relief. There were lightbulbs along the wall now instead of torchmounts, and she flicked on each switch as she walked by, turning a corner.

The entire area changed again. The walls were wooden now, except for the ceiling, high up and made of stone. These were trees on either side, grown right up against one another, and leaves up high. She made her way through the area, crystals mounted on the trees lit up when she touched them, and this scenery lasted for quite a while. She had been walking in this area for a good five minutes before she heard the howl nearby, making her jump. She continued walking, but on guard now, knowing something was nearby. There was another howl, this one different. It was the same creature, but it was a message of sorts; it had caught her scent.

She set off at a run, feeling that she was close to the crystal. Perhaps she could make it before the creature caught her, whatever it was. Adrenaline was pouring through her veins as she sprinted rapidly through the forest-like portion of the Labyrinth, closer... closer... She was nearly there, and she could hear panting and growling behind her, very close. Something was chasing her down, and it certainly sounded canine. She didn't know what to make of it, but it was fast. It'd caught up to her nearly, and it was getting closer. The feline was tempted to glance over her shoulder, but she wouldn't, instead continuing her rampant pace. Turning a corner, she nearly hit a wall, and then she turned the next, heading to the left. She closed her eyes, feeling that the crystal was right ahead, before opening them and skidding to a halt. It was a dead end.

Sierra's heart sank as she looked at it, and then she felt it jump up in her throat when a low growl was heard behind her. She began to turn, ever so slowly, to look at the creature that had been stalking her.

There stood a massive wolf, more like a German Shepherd in colors, but at least nine feet long from nose to tail. He would be up to her breasts standing on all fours as he was. Paws held curved, sharp claws, and his jaw held equally, if not more so, sharp fangs. His ears were pointed, standing straight up on his head, and blood red eyes sat below them; black pupils. Between those ears was what scared her the most, however, as a pair of curved, ribbed horns sat there, like a ram's. This was a dire wolf, and she thanked every God on Olympus that she'd put on the perfume, for this creature knew how to cause pain unimaginable if it wanted to.

As it was, he obviously was interested in something different. Knowing that the tigress was cornered, he took his time, walking up to her slowly until she was pressed back against the wall, looking down at the creature. He growled lightly, letting her know not to move, as he sniffed at her body. She stayed quite still, preferring not to piss him off.

Suddenly his nose went under her skirt, which wasn't difficult, and he bit into her panties in one fell movement. She could feel his teeth very, very close to a part of her body that would hurt a lot if he bit it, and she yelped as he suddenly tore them off. He dropped them after, and lowered his nose to sniff at them lightly. Sierra took the chance, and placed her foot on the wall before springing forward, trying to escape. She managed to get to the end of the hall before he was on top of her, literally. She felt something slap her ass and a giant weight on her back, including a paw on the back of her head which pinned her down.

He growled into her ear, making her shudder in terror, a couple of tears leaking from her face. She wanted to cry out for help, but there would be no one who would come, this place was abandoned with good reason. She felt his breath trail down her back before biting at the belt portion of her skirt and lifting her up by it, forcing her into a kneeling position beneath him. He bit the back of her shirt after that, forcing her onto all fours as it was. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't stop him, but she did jerk around slightly, trying to get free. He bit the scruff of her neck, and she froze up, before feeling something hot, wet, and slimy drag across her hindquarters.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't as his teeth were in the back of her neck, not drawing blood but still a firm hold. It was like how a cat would grip its offspring, the instinctual response being to sit still. She felt the hot thing on her rear end smear around the fluid on it, coating her with the male's scent as it searched for her opening, and she whimpered slowly. She knew he'd find her entrance soon, and all she could do was shift him away from her ass. It would be a whole lot more uncomfortable if he slipped his way in there than in the more natural place.

As he pressed against her, she could feel his massive size. The tapered cock had to be at least eight inches already, and it was still growing! She groaned lightly, and then she felt the tip poke at her entrance. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, trying to move away, before suddenly he plunged inside, making her yelp out a slight moan. Like that he was off, the intense speed of the beast pounding into her cunt rapidly. She gasped with each thrust, the force of it making a muffled slapping sound against her furred rear end.

Her body quivered as she let out loud groans of pleasure, starting to slide her hips back against his. Although he forced himself upon her, she wouldn't be lost on the ecstasy that was provided by the stimulation to her tight box. She dug her claws into the ground as he released her scruff, instead panting and drooling above her head. His hips smacked hers roughly and repeatedly, leaving her to bang forward and back with every thrust and pull, and she could feel the small inflation of a knot at the base of his penis.

Sierra felt the heat of a climax building up within her, each thrust scraping over the rough patch of her g-spot and making her arch her back against him with lewd, slutty moans. Suddenly he slammed into her, the growing knot popping inside. It rapidly began to inflate, and his thrust became short but a whole lot quicker, pressing her forward into the ground. She was nearly there when she felt a burst of hot fluid inside of her, the running liquid spurring her to her inevitable cry of bliss.

"Ahnn!" she exclaims, and spurts of her own fluid hit against his cock, joining his semen inside of her body as it filled up her womb, the tapered tip of his canine length having frozen just at her cervix. Spurt after spurt hit her, but all of it was sealed inside by his knot, bigger than a softball inside of her. It felt like he was cumming into her belly as her womb expanded slightly, making her look like she was just on the beginning stages of pregnancy, before he finally ceased.

The ends of their climaxes followed in quick secession, and the wolf collapsed on top of her, pinning her down beneath of him. She closed her eyes as she felt and heard his panting slowing, her own quick breathing following suit. Sierra laid her head to the side, before she felt slow licks on her cheek, and she cracked an eye open, blushing lightly. The creature seemed to be rather caring towards her now, if not outright friendly, concern in his eyes from her closing her eyes. As she opened them, he barked at her, his knot slowly softening inside of her.

She spent the next twenty minutes in a war of the faces, trying to keep his tongue out of her mouth as she actually giggled lightly, maybe dire wolves weren't all that bad. If not for the claws, fangs, and horns, he wouldn't be all that threatening, and like this he was more like a puppy. Finally he jerked his hips and his knot came out with a pop! She yelped lightly, blushing fierce through her cheeks, before she felt him rise off of her as his and her fluids streamed out of her stretched cunt and onto the grass beneath of her. She'd almost forgotten where she was. She slowly rose to her feet, with the help of the wolf to her surprise, and the fluid streamed down her legs. Sighing, she picked up the still burning torch and walked back out of the dead end, the wolf at her side.

She found herself at a threeway split, and began to turn towards the right, before the wolf leaped in front of her. He stared up at her, making her blink a couple times, before pointing the other way, "This isn't the right way?" she asks. He growls, before pushing past her towards the opposite direction, walking down that hall a step before looking back. She was watching, and she shrugged, "Not like I have any better choice." She mumbles, before following, heading down that path with him.

He led her down twists and turns for about twenty minutes, even though she could feel the crystal fading in the distance, before they changed direction and headed back towards it. Her eyes widened as they broke into a large chamber with a tall hill of grass, a cave opening in the center. Instead of going in the cave, he nosed at her leg and led her up the hill. At the very top she could feel the crystal, and she knelt down in the grass where he stood, just above her.

Running her paws through the long blades, she touched it. Her heart leapt as she picked up the pulsing, crimson gem with a smile crossing her face. She looked at the wolf, and stroked her paw over his ear, "Thank you so much..." she murmurs, leaning down just slightly to kiss his head, which earned her a bark. She pulled away, casting one last glance to him, before she squeezed the crystal, and it shattered. Just before she vanished, she felt his teeth close on the side of her dress, whisking him back to Olympus with her...