{"sf1_id":831601,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Chapter 17","author":"rhenthar","words":365,"posted_at":"2015-03-17T06:59:00.000Z","tags":["Abduction","Bondage","Breathplay","Canine","Chastity","Collar","Drugs","Forced","Husky","Knot","M/F","M/M","Mind Control","Non-Anthro","Ownership","Sci-Fi","Sex","Transformation","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/831601-chapter-17","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/831601","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=831601\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Lost In The Mist © 2015 Sinclair Diavante\n\nChapter 17.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Crisp, clean air. Birdsong off in the distance. The loud rustle of wind through leaves. A wet scratching sensation on my nose. Again, again, and again. I opened my eyes to the flash of teeth, white fur, and a long pink tongue. I sat up onto my haunches and Snow head butted my shoulder, rubbing her muzzle all over me.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I stared down at my paws, feeling a wave of dizziness as my mind wrestled with how insignificant my body had become, how much smaller, I was. I felt young again, my heart raced with the vitality that came online. I needed no reflection to know that all the gray was missing from my muzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I looked around and saw other members of my pack blinking sleep from their eyes, yawning, stretching out. I turned and saw my big Alpha approaching me. His wolf form was just as impressive as his Siberian Husky body. I saw the barest hint of his markings under all his fur, leaving no doubts to his heritage. His green eyes met mine, and I looked away with a small whimper. He sniffed me and placed his huge jaws around my nose. He didn't bite down, just held there.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Remember who's boss, Keman.\" My eyes opened wide, he let go. Where did that voice come from?\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Mist sat on his haunches and stared at me, with his head twisted. The look asked if I really wanted to be that stupid. I looked away, feeling absurd.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; That day we hunted and took down what I knew was a Moose. It was the most fun I had had in a very long time. We stuffed ourselves, and lounged around in the sun, licking the blood off each other's fur. I thought about what I had gained and what I had lost, and still felt like I came out way ahead. I was the luckiest wolf in the universe.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I only wish it had lasted longer.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/831600-chapter-16.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/831602-chapter-18.json"}