The Village
#2 of Wolves and Mice
Remus and Calpurnia spent a wonderful afternoon, snuggled up in the fruit grove, napping together. Soon, afternoon gave way to early evening, and both of them started feeling peckish again.
"Feel like getting dinner?" she asks.
"Great idea."
Both of them get up, and brush the matted grass off of each other.
"Hold on, there's something I need first", Remus says as he heads into the forest. He returns a moment later, carrying something.
Calpurnia sees what it is he's holding, and grins widely. They both head down river towards the village.
"Kaz, have you seen your brother?"
"No, mom."
Yesterday, Kaz had overheard his brother Jason talking with Jerry about sneaking out of the village. When Kaz woke up this morning, Jason was gone. It was a good bet that he'd snuck off to wherever they were planning to go. The sun was going to set soon, and Jason was still nowhere to be found. Tonight is the village's harvest festival, and Jason is is going to miss it. He'll to be in big trouble when he gets back.
Kaz heads out the door, toward the village square. The thought of sitting through another boring harvest ceremony has him cringing, but he doesn't really have much choice in the matter. If he gets there early enough, maybe he can find a seat where nobody will see him sleeping.
Emily sees Kaz walking alone towards the harvest festival, with a distinctly unhappy look on his face. She'd been hoping to catch him on the way there. She and Kaz had been intimate on more than a few occasions, although both of them agreed it had no strings attached. "Fuckbuddies" is how Kaz's brother Jason had referred to it.
She sidles up to the other mouse, who doesn't notice her until she speaks to him. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad, Kaz."
Kaz looks up, noticing her for the first time, and his countenance immediately improves.
"Now that you're here, things are starting to look up."
"Not looking forward to sitting through another harvest festival?"
"Are you?"
"No, I have better plans..." she whispers, leaning into him and running her fingers across his chest.
"Mmm.... I like what you have in mind."
"Well then follow me."
She walks in front, taking the lead, swaying her hips sensually with each step.
Alard mentally kicks himself. He is going to be late for the harvest festival, again. It's not his fault -- when he concentrates on something, he tends to be oblivious to everything else. He'd spent all day at the river rigging up a new irrigation system, and had not noticed how late it was getting. Luckily, he's just outside the village, so if he hurries, he might just make it on time. He finishes packing away his tools and starts carefully covering the lumber.
Alard is so busy tending to his work that he fails to notice the two wolves approaching from up-river. He gives out a slight squeak as a white furred paw wraps around his body and raises him up. Everything happens so fast, it's a blur to him, but he makes out the muzzle of a white snow wolf before she pops him into her muzzle.
"No! Please!" he cries out, but she doesn't even notice.
The tongue batters Alard, forcing him against the wolfess's hard palate, as she tastes his flavor. He cries out, again and again, begging her to let him go. Saliva seeps into his fluffy fur, and stings his eyes. The wolfess tilts her head up, and Alard slides back towards her gullet. He reaches desperately for something to hold on to, but comes up empty handed, and she swallows him. He's crammed feet-first into her throat, the smooth muscles there squeezing him all over and dragging him down.
Emily lowers herself onto Kaz's dripping member. Her warm folds envelop his cock, and Kaz groans. No matter how many times he fucks her, Kaz never ceases to be amazed at how tight she is - as tight as any of the virgins he's been with. He leans forward to lock his lips with hers, and begins thrusting in earnest.
Emily breaks the kiss and lets out a moan. Kaz has a large cock, and knows how to use it. He thrusts faster and faster, hitting all of her sweet spots in the process. She begins thrusting back, his cock going even deeper. "Ohgodohgodohgod uhhhhhhhhnnnnnn...." A huge orgasm ripples through Emily, and she contracts around Kaz, squeezing him even tighter.
Kaz slows down, thrusting hard and deep, trying to draw out his pleasure. The muscles on Kaz's legs bulge out with his efforts, which are undone as Emily starts rhythmically squeezing around him, milking his cock. It's something she does when she really wants to turn him on.
"I'm gonna cum"... he groans.
"Oh yea, give it to me baby"
With the pressure rising in his balls, Kaz gives one hard, final thrust. His shaft surges, depositing spurt after spurt into Emily.
"So how was he?",
"Very tasty." Calpurnia loves the feeling of live prey struggling inside her belly almost as much as Remus does.
"Good. And best of all, there's plenty more where he came from over there", Remus says, pointing to the secluded cove near the bend in the river where the mouse village is located. Remus holds up the large cage he's carrying - "Good thing I brought this - looks like that mouse wasn't lying to us. There's quite a lot of them."
"Well, let's get started, before they see us and scatter."
Emily and Kaz are lying together in the hay loft of old man McCarthy's barn, tails intertwined, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss. The remnants of the evening's earlier activities are clearly visible -- her juices on his shrinking cock, and his juices starting to leak out of her, running down her thighs and puddling on the floor. The harvest festival in the nearby village square is faintly audible to their sensitive ears. It's mostly the same old same old, exhortations of the village elders.
Only something abruptly changes. First, the speaker stops speaking, and then there's a loud commotion. Then a crashing sound, screaming, the sound of a stampede. Kaz and Emily hurry over to the window in the loft which overlooks the square.
"Oh no..."
A large grey wolf is standing over the square, with a large cage on the ground next to him. He's shoveling mice into the cage a pawful at a time. The villagers at his feet are scattering, but the wolf is blocking several of the entrances to the town square.
A white wolfess comes into view, holding a half-dozen mice in each paw. "Here, have some", she says. She trots over to the male wolf, tramping several mice in the process. She lifts her paw up to his muzzle, dumping the mice in. He swallows them whole, and goes back to shoveling mice into the cage.
She follows suit, bringing her other paw one paw up to her muzzle, and dropping its passengers into her muzzle one-by-one. She chews them, enjoying the taste of their liquefied flesh, and swallows.
Lucien had been thrilled when he was asked to perform the benediction at tonight's harvest festival. He'd spent a week carefully memorizing and rehearsing it, until he had it down cold. And he was doing a great job delivering it.
A great job, that is, until the wolves showed up.
Lucien is one of the first to notice them. He's center stage in front of the crowd, when he sees the wolves loping towards towards him. He immediately forgets everything he was supposed to say, too dumbfounded to do anything but stare at the approaching canines. People in the crowd turn around to see what it is he is staring at, and then all hell breaks loose.
Lucien is knocked flat as someone on the stage plows into him, desperate to get away. He scrambles back to his feet, hops off the stage onto the ground, and starts running as fast as he can away from the wolves. The rear exit from the square acts as a bottleneck, with a stampede of people trying to push their way through. Lucien surrounded on all sides by people pushing towards the exit. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a grey paw descending towards him, and ducks, sprawling out on the ground. Everyone around him is scooped up by the grey wolf. Lucien looks up at the grey wolf. He can see paws and tails protruding from between wolf's fist, as he lifts them over to the cage and drops them in.
Lucien is so intent watching the grey wolf that he's momentarily forgotten about the other one. He's taken completely by surprise when her white paw grabs him up, along with several others. The wolfess lifts them up, clutching them in her paw against her breast. He can see that her other paw is also holding a group of mice, and to his horror, Lucien recognizes one of them. Her name is Alazne, and she's been a friend of Lucien's family since his childhood. She's terrified now, and Lucien can see her babbling incoherently.
"Here, have some." The white wolf strides over the the grey wolf, and lifts her paw up. "No!", Lucien screams, reaching out for Alazne, who is by now far out of his reach. The grey wolf opens his muzzle, and the white wolf drops the mice in. He swallows nonchalantly, and Lucien can see a bulge containing Alazne make its way down the wolf's throat.
The wolfess lifts the paw holding Lucien up to her muzzle. Lucien looks down at the rows of teeth, and screams. The others with him do the same. She drops them, one at a time, into her muzzle. Lucien can see them as they fall, knowing there's nothing anyone can do for them. He gets dropped in last, landing in the center of her tongue, on top of another mouse. He heaves himself desperately at her lips before she can close them, but he's too late.
Then she starts chewing. One unfortunate mouse is caught with his whole body between her teeth and is almost instantly sawed in half. His blood squirts out, covering the rest of them. All of the mice scramble to stay away from the teeth, trying to drag out as much remains of their lives. Lucien can hear the sound of bone, cartilage, and tendon snapping each time the jaws clamp together. The tongue batters him repeatedly, sapping his strength. Saliva clings to his fur, making it hard to move around.
In the darkness, it's nearly impossible to stay oriented, and soon Lucien makes a mistake. The final third of his tail gets caught between two molars, and severed. Lucien howls as pain seers through his tiny body. He loses his footing, and falls onto the dreaded teeth. The last thing Lucien feels is the teeth closing down across his head and neck.
The wolves are having a merry old time. Remus puts a final pawful of mice into the cage, which is now full. Most of the village mice are in there, but there are still a few scurrying about. A hundred ways to deal with them go through Remus's mind.
He drops to all fours, and begins stalking the survivors, as one of his non-anthro ancestors might have done. The appetizers Calpurnia had given him had been great - he can still feel them twitching in his belly - but now it's time for the main course.
He sees three mice running across a nearby field. He chases after them and easily catches up. He licks two of them right off the ground into his mouth, and swallows, savoring the feeling as they wriggle down his throat and into his stomach. The third mouse, he licks into his mouth and sucks on like a piece of hard candy. He moves his tongue back and forth over the mouse's body, enjoying the tart flavor. He licks over the mouse's shaft, feeling it throb under his ministrations. A moment later, the mouse grunts, and his shaft starts spurting cum onto the wolf's tongue. Remus swallows him down, and heads off in search of more prey.
Alazne is in horrible pain. Her fluffy brindle-colored fur is mostly gone, and most of her skin now sports terrible acid burns.
When she first arrived in here several minutes ago, the wolf's belly was empty. Then a cavalcade of mice started coming down in ones and twos, filling it up. The stomach responded to their presence by pumping in gastric acids.
Now the stomach is almost full. The air is exceedingly thin, and there's almost no room to move about. Alazne is doing her best to stand on the body of a mouse who has already died. At least that way, she can stay out of the acids as much as possible. The others in here are in even worse shape, and she can hear them screaming in pain and begging for mercy from a wolf who can't hear them.
The stomach walls occasionally compress the mice together as the wolf rubs his stomach, enjoying their squirming. He also swallows fresh air for them every once in a while, to make sure they don't asphyxiate before he gets maximum enjoyment out of them.
In the horror of the town square, Nimue's brother, Cafall, grabs her arm, and starts running straight towards the wolf.
She resists his movement. "Are you crazy?!", she screams, trying to be heard over all the other screams.
"It's the only way! Please, trust me!"
Nimue thinks on his words. Her brother had always been quicker on his feet, and she certainly doesn't have a plan. She nods and starts running with him.
Cafall pulls her along, running straight past the grey wolf's feet. It's a risky decision, but it works - with so many other mice to keep him busy, the wolf doesn't notice them. They flee to their cousin's house, not far from the square. The door is open. They run inside and hide underneath the kitchen table. The tablecloth keeps them out of sight, and they remain absolutely silent. With their sensitive ears fully perked, they listen intently for any sign of the wolves.
What they hear is terrible. The wolves are trampling through their village, hunting down the villagers, demolishing whole buildings in the process. When the wolves find someone, they hear the terrible screams of fear and cries for mercy - screams and cries that are inevitably cut off by a gulp.
Time passes - five minutes. It gets quieter outside as the wolves run out of prey. Ten. Fifteen.
They hear a sniffing sound just outside the house. One of the wolves is almost on top of them.
BOOOOOOM!
The whole house collapses in on Nimue and Cafall. Fortunately, the sturdy table above keeps them from being seriously injury by falling debris. Nimue holds on to Cafall tightly.
The grey wolf tears the small house apart, sniffing in the wreckage for the mice. In no time, he finds them. He grabs them, pulling them out of the wreckage, and carries them off.
The village is deserted now. Most of the villagers are locked in the cage, and the rest are tucked away in the wolves' twitching stomachs. Calpurnia spots Remus sitting on the ground, and walks up to him. He's sitting there, idly rubbing two survivors across his drooling erection.
"Oh my. Need some help with that, hon?", she asks rhetorically. She bends down, takes the mice from him, and then playfully swats his paw away.
Calpurnia starts licking the underside of the wolf cock first. She makes her way down to his balls, playfully sucking on one, then the other, then on his rapidly swelling knot. She makes her way back up to the tip, and then swallows Remus's shaft, while rubbing the two captive mice over his balls. Their thumping and petting against his sensitive flesh serves to further arouse Remus, who rumbles a deep groan of approval.
Cafall reels as the wolfess vigorously rubs him and his sister across the grey wolf's large testicles. He can see the wolfess eyeing him as she pleasures her mate, her teeth clearly visible as she does.
The grey wolf reaches down, and slowly pulls the wolfess off his cock. The spire of flesh glistens from her saliva.
"Let me return the favor," he says as he bends down and pushes on her shoulders. She falls flat on her back, demolishing a village house in the process. The bone-jarring crash reverberates through Cafall, making his whole body ache. He catches a glimpse of his sister, who appears shaken but otherwise unhurt.
The large wolf bends down, locking muzzles with his prone mate. Cafall and Nimue are trapped between the two canine bodies - the wolfess's breasts the only thing preventing them from being crushed. The male nuzzles his way down across her cheek, down her throat, and suckles gently on her breasts. Cafall and Nimue, held barely a mouse-arm's length from the wolf's large muzzle, get an uncomfortably close view of the wolf's work. They try to back away, but the wolfess holds them fast.
"Ohhhhhh....", she snarls.
The wolf reaches up, and takes hold of Cafall and his sister.
"I could use an opening act," he says to Cafall, winking at him. He brings the mouse up to his muzzle, and gives him a wet lick up-and-down his body, soaking him in warm canine saliva. He repeats the same process with Nimue.
"Now you're ready."
He drags the two mice across the wolf's body - down her pert breasts, across her stomach, and past her pubic mound. They come to a stop at the entrance to the wolfess's sopping-wet pussy.
"Please, don't do this!", Nimue pleads, tears running down her face, begging the wolf to reconsider what he's planning.
He either doesn't hear her or doesn't care. He plunges his muzzle down on them, his tongue attacking them and the surrounding wolfess. The two mice are shoved feet-first into the wolfess, who responds to the wolf's ministrations by squeezing them tightly, making it impossible to move. The tongue repeatedly slaps across their faces as the wolf continues pleasuring his mate, making it hard for them to breath. He seems to go on forever like this, although in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes.
"I want you inside me. Now."
"Yes ma'am."
The tongue withdraws, giving Cafall and Nimue a welcome respite. Knowing what's coming next, they struggle to free themselves, but the wolfess's grip is absolutely unyielding. Helpless, the look up, seeing the large red wolf cock looming above, heading straight at them.
Rather than starting with his usual hard thrust - which would likely kill the mice instantly - Remus gently pushes all the way in. The tip catches one of the mice square in the chest, pushing her deep inside the wolfess.
Remus stays that way for a moment, relishing the new sensations provided by his two helpers. Then he pulls out a short ways, and thrusts back in, a little harder this time. And again, harder still. Before long he's going full pace, pounding into Calpurnia with abandon.
Remus looks down at his engorged cock as it disappears into Calpurnia, wondering what the two mice on the receiving end of that organ must be feeling right now...
Each time the wolf thrusts, he pins Nimue between his tip and Calpurnia's cervix. Her fluffy fur is completely soaked with juices with the wolves' juices, which weighs her down. Her body is badly bruised from the wolf's constant thrusting, and she has two broken ribs. In the complete darkness, she can't see her brother, but she can occasionally hear his pained grunts.
The darkness is disorienting, but the wolf cock's constant thrusting tells her which way is out. When he thrusts, she tries to grab hold, hoping she can hold on long enough for him to pull her free. But it's just too slick from his pre-cum, and each time, she falls off only to be battered worse.
Remus's balls are on fire as he grinds his knot against Calpurnia's lips. He gives one hard, final thrust, feeling welcome release as his knot slides past her lips, locking him inside of her. He howls as he cums, spurt after spurt filling Calpurnia with his always-large load. Electric jolts of pleasure shoot through him with each throb, as her pussy flutters around him, milking him dry.
As he gradually comes down from his climax, he can again feel the mice squirming. Calpurnia's inner walls are squeezing them tightly against his member, and his own knot is preventing them from getting out. The cum-covered mice thrash about, desperately trying to breath, producing wonderful sensations for Remus and Calpurnia as they do.
"Mmmmmm... can you feel them?", she asks, teasing his nipple with her paw.
"Yea. Too bad for them I couldn't let them out if I wanted to", he says, playfully tugging on his very engorged knot. It doesn't so much as budge.
So the two wolves lay there, enjoy the mice's dying struggles. A short while later, Remus's cum fills their lungs and they drown.
A full half-hour passes before Remus shrinks enough to pull out of Calpurnia. He does so with an almost audible pop, and stands up. A huge gout of cum pours out of her, along with the battered bodies of two drowned mice. They slide past her lips, down her inner thigh, and end up lying in a pool of cum on the ground.
Calpurnia stands, surveying the wreckage that once was a village. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking. Hardly a building is left standing. The fields of crops have been trampled under foot, the public works destroyed. And, of course, now the wolves knew where this place is. It would be a foolhardy mouse indeed that decided to live here after today.
Then again, she realizes not for the first time, mice are indeed a foolhardy bunch. Oh well, more food for her, she supposes.
From the cave in which they have taken shelter, Emily and Kaz watch the wolves depart. The grey one carries with him the cage bulging with the survivors of their village.
Their faces are streaked with silent tears from the horrors they have just witnessed. They refrain from leaving the cave, on the chance that the wolves could be lying in wait, out of sight. They wait until it's pitch dark in the middle of the night before make their escape.