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This was yet another bad decision amidst a whole plethora of them.

Drinking down the last drops of his tenth bottle under the cover of a starless sky, Henry walked down toward his home along an empty and poorly-kept road. Within this humid and hot night, he took one groggy step after the other as his sourness and lucidity clashed against each other, bringing out the worst in him as he threw the bottle on the ground immediately after finishing it. ''Fucking small town bullshit!'', he screamed, his loud poetry in these hours of darkness reaching no one's ear as his cabin was located far away, a fact that he thought had been a good idea at the time when he had rented it.

''Hey Henry, we know this little town. Perfect place for a writer like you. S'calm, tranquil, with close to no one around. A cat like you oughta like it a whole lot, eh? Fucking bullshit!'' he screamed once more, beyond tipsy in his behaviour as his vocabulary, a thing of utter pride for him usually, fell as surely as the broken glass on the road just behind him. ''How am I supposed to write when's everything so boring and shitty, uh? Fucking waste of money is what it is...'''

Caught in his lament, he cared not just how in danger he could actually be, nor how late it was into the night. With close to no one to interact or tell him what to do, alcoholism had been his solace as he produced an eleventh bottle from the twelve-pack he was carrying around. Opening it up, he drank with abandon as some of the liquid poured on the asphalt beneath his paws, dirtying the already quite putrid place filled with all sorts of garbage drivers threw from their car windows. Comparing the state of this path to the state of his own soul and melancholy, the inner prose within Henry could only laugh in disdain as to what had become of his life as he drowned his sorrows, one bottle at a time. Unaware of his surroundings except for where his paws went on to land with every uncertain step forward, he was a danger to himself... Yet, there was something much worse in these woods, as he'd soon discover.

Henry plodded unsteadily along the road, focusing his energies on trying to figure out if he could clear out all these damnable trees just by hating them hard enough. He could never figure out what everyone thought was so bloody_inspiring_ about nature. Sure it was quiet and pretty and whatever, but there was nothing to it. The landscape all looked the same wherever he went. There was never anything new and different to catch his fancy. People, stupid people mind you, would always talk about inspiration like it was some kind of damned fairy dust that just fell out of the sky once you cleared your head and made room for the magic to come in. Henry's writing process wasn't like that at all. Writing was all about communicating, forming and recording ideas, pushing them around and shaping them into different forms. Ideas weren't just spun from whole cloth though. The raw materials needed to come from somewhere. He needed to read, talk to people and interact with them. Give his mind something to work on before it could churn out anything useful. Out here in this empty, silent wasteland there was nothing to stimulate him, nothing to rub together to create that first spark of creativity. Failing that, it helped to get really drunk to at least shake out a couple dumb ideas. That was the game-plan now. Or at least it had been originally.

"Damn fools. It's like they told me 'Oh, try making a pot without starting with any clay first. That's how you really do it.' And I listened! Damn!"

He cursed again as he whipped the empty beer towards the treeline. It clinked disappointingly into the underbrush, denying him even the satisfaction of shattering dramatically. Not that he would've even been able to see that terribly well in the hazy light that was cast over the land. It was getting late and the sun had ducked behind some clouds recently. Perhaps that's what caused Henry to miss that loose rock his paw found as he dug out his last beer. The jostling in his step led it to slipping from his hand and tumbling in a lazy arc towards the pavement. Diving heroically after it only swept Henry's other paw out from under him and left him sliding of the shoulder of the road. Both the shattering and angry foaming of the beer, and his tumble down into the ditch were quite audible, and depressing in equal measure. Henry made no concerted effort to move from where he came to rest, as the world didn't see fit to stop spinning when his body did.

"So. This is it then. This is my life," Henry lamented as he gazed up at the dispassionate sky.

He didn't know how long he lay there. Not that he particularly cared, but it did seem like awhile. Not that he really cared. He was getting just as much nothing done in the ditch as he had been before. The only concern of time was the fading sun, the awareness of which was beginning to gnaw at him. It was quiet, now that he was no longer shouting and stumbling along the road. He supposed that maybe there was just a little something to the calm and stillness of nature. His fury ebbed a little bit, there was even a bit of a breeze to help him literally chill out. With the calm and quiet though, came a new awareness. His ears perked up at a rustling. He dismissed it the first few times, but it was becoming ever more distinct, and louder, he realized.

The odd sound returned the impetus to move in short order, and he scrambled back up the slope to the road. He kept moving now, his balance improved by ridding himself of the burden of those beers, but hampered by where he had ridded them to. He told himself it was nothing, but kept moving at a quickened pace nonetheless. Henry felt stupid about how on edge he felt, but in his situation "I think there's something out there" can be a very sobering thought, credible or not. Just as he was starting to convince himself not to worry, there was that rustling again. Now that he was upright he could pin down its direction as directly across the road from him. Rather far away, probably, but now quite distinct. He found that his paws moved notably faster again.

There was another lull wherein calm (and alcohol) threatened to calm his mind back into complacency. What he heard next was plenty enough to get his attention though. It was the rustle, exactly the same as before. Which was a problem. It didn't get further away, nor did its angle change. It was still straight across the road. That meant it was keeping up with him. It was following him. The clumsy jog may have not granted him much speed, but it was the best he could manage. This lumbering whatever-it-is may or may not have been a threat, but Henry was in no position to risk finding out the hard way. He jumped a little as the sound got louder and clearer again, a snapping twig stood out sharply. That made him freeze, doing his best to re-evaluate the situation. The voice of the alcohol in his system had dimmed. It was adrenaline that spoke now, and its words were clear and uncompromising. Don't follow the road. You're too easy to track. Turn, you must turn. Forget the road. Move directly AWAY from the noise in the woods. Get far away from that thing as fast as you can.

Heeding the chemical agent behind his quickened breath, Henry turned for the woods, hoping the trees would make him harder to follow. For a while it seemed to be working, but there was a chilling realization as he finally stopped for breath. His pursuer, for that is what was undoubtedly happening, had closed in on him notably. He simply hadn't heard it because he was haphazardly crashing through the brush and tall grass himself. He took off at a run and made it just a step or two before he got a little more input from alcohol, kindly reminding him that a full sprint with all these trees to dodge was not at all feasible. He dragged himself up and, though he heard nothing, nonetheless had his worst fears confirmed.

The clear outline of a wolf was visible through the trees. Stark still at the moment, sizing him up maybe? As it began to approach, adrenaline took a tight grip on his chest with another clear message. Stay still. That's your only chance now. Dogs chase cats. If you run he'll come after you. He will catch you because he's faster and not wasted. There is some chance he will lose interest and leave. That's your only shot.

Desperately heeding the advice of his most craven and pathetic survival instincts, Henry continued to watch the approach of the wolf, details of the animal resolving as it picked its way through the underbrush. Its nose was to the ground, following the jagged swath cut by Henry's stumbling. Its coat shined in the twilight. Sparkled, even. It was downright reflective. What the heck was going on here? It struck Henry suddenly that the blue color he saw on the beast was not an artifact of the diffuse light. Its body was a solid, uniform deep blue color. Its apparent fur was merely a series of patterns in the surface of its body. It was the most bewildering thing he'd ever seen, so much so that he forgot himself momentarily.

"What... ARE you?"

The wolf's head picked up, training its solid black eyes on him and swiveling its ears in his direction.

"Ah, shit."

The wolf flicked its head to the side briefly, and then simply trotted over, as if "ah shit" were its name. Stopping just short of arm's reach, the creature then craned his neck to sniff Henry a bit. It was a pretty good imitation of a very large wolf, from what he could tell. How it came to be covered in rubber he could only speculate at. At the very least, whatever it was it didn't seem terribly aggressive. It inched closer as it looked him over, still stiffing. It never growled or bared its teeth, in fact the sounds it made were quite subdued. Little "Hmmf, nnf" sort of subvocalizations as it made its assessment. There was a tense silence as it finally looked up at him. There was an expectation in that gaze that Henry could perceive, even if the creature lacked pupils. As that tense moment went on longer and longer, he felt like he had to acknowledge it in some way, if only to prove he wasn't a threat.

"Um, hi there."

The wolf trained its ears on him, showing a clear interest.

"Yeah, um... What does one say to a rubber wolf?" Henry mused briefly. "I... well, I'm gonna call you 'Don't eat me'. How's that sound?"

Donteatme inched a bit closer, nosing Henry's leg experimentally. He was a bit disquieted by how high that nose touched, a little past midway up his thigh. It was a confirmation that his fear had not been exaggerating the size of the creature. Hopelessly confused, but figuring he had nothing to lose, Henry reached out towards his pursuer.

"Hmrrr!" the wolf rumbled as it jerked its head back.

Henry froze again with his hand outstretched, expecting it to be torn off at any second. The wolf took an interest in it, certainly, but it seemed to be a benign one. He sniffed it extensively, eventually pushing his nose into Henry's palm. He curled his fingers around the end of the wolf's muzzle, eventually sliding down along it. It was indeed a smooth rubber surface, which made the fact that it was alive and in motion all the more unsettling. It was far warmer than Henry expected, once again pointing in that 'alive' direction. Strangely though, he found the sides of the muzzle to be completely smooth. No jowls hanging down, no split for the jaws to come apart. That might explain his limited vocabulary, even by the standards of a feral wolf.

"You, you can't bite me."

Henry was surprised to find his hand being nuzzled, the wolf stepping a little closer, encouraging him to pet his head. Henry figured that being friends would be rather in his interest, so he continued with this bizarre greeting, marveling at how the rubber of the wolf's head squished slightly as he got more adventurous with the amount of pressure he was using. It squeaked a bit as his hand moved back and forth across the slick surface. A little rumbling that sounded distinctly appreciative came from its throat as he stretched his head towards the contact.

"Okay. Well I guess you're kind of an affectionate little... thing. That's not so bad."

He jumped a little as the wolf pulled its head down, but soon he found the great beast turning a bit and sidling towards him, presenting his flank. Henry took the hint and started rubbing him a bit more, Operation: Friendship seeming to have succeeded quite handily, though he was left without any idea where to go from here. Henry was staggered,literally by the weight as the gap between the two of them narrowed suddenly, the wolf leaning up against him and nuzzling him further.

"R-really affectionate. Ah, hey!"

Henry was startled by the wolf's muzzle sneaking up inside his shirt and blowing a few gusts of warm air up along his body as it continued to sniff him. He squished his shirt down instinctively to chase it out of there, which to his surprise actually worked, briefly. The wolf jerked back looking confused, but soon persisted. Throwing around enough of its weight to send Henry tumbling backwards. With the strange beast now towering over him, Henry did the only thing he could, swatted the big blue nose as it approached.

"No! Get back!"

This too, worked unaccountably well, an unmistakable whine punctuating the creature's backing off suddenly. Its expression actually did look rather hurt, but Henry's fear was compelling enough that he could disregard the sad, still vaguely creepy puppy eyes, and press what was undoubtedly his only advantage.

"No! Go on, go away! I don't want you here!" Henry flailed his arms and stomped the ground to repel the wolf.

It turned away, still looking sad and confused, and walked slowly back the way it came.

"Well hot damn. I wish I'd known it would be that easy," Henry commented, finally feeling secure enough to stop yelling as the wolf moved out of sight. His drunkenness now half-gone, the light trepidation in his chest died down little by little as the drum solo within his torso was winding down. Out of breath and near-ecstatic about his survival after such a harrowing experience, he made sure that the creature was truly far gone as he then made his way toward where he believed his home to be. Trying to find his way back, he knew not whether it was due to alcohol abuse or his poor sense of direction and geo-localization, yet Henry could not deny a simple and rather scary fact: he was lost.

Sitting down on a tree stump, in the intimidating darkness of the forest, he went on to try to remember just where he could be based on little observations, to no avail. About to panic, the rather silly thought of perhaps turning his misadventure into a novel popped in his head as he chuckled a little, this silver lining seeming somewhat unimportant, yet adding a little levity to what was an undeniably unfortunate situation. About to get up and try to retrace his steps, the sounds of trees and bushes rustling caught his attention as he turned back, anxious about just what could be nearby. It would be rather ironic to survive a potentially fatal encounter, only to succumb to another one mere instants after the first one.

What he saw, however, was the return of Donteatme. Henry recognized his sparkling and rubbery exterior as he slowly advanced toward the stump. Annoyed at the return of this friendly, yet awkward creature, Henry went on to flail his arms in a grandiloquent manner, trying to scare him away.

"Shoo! Just leave me be! Go back to rubber land or something!'' he said, his voice packing a tiny amount of frustration as he rose up to try and add to the effect he was going for.

It had worked once, so there was truly no reason it wouldn't this time around. Unfortunately for him, Henry had failed to notice the sounds coming from other directions. Three more creatures just like Donteatme soon arrived, getting near their companion. They each seemed to be incredibly interested in the sight of the writer flailing his arms in a wild and rather weak manner. Understanding quickly that those rubber beasts understood the value of superior numbers, Henry knew instantly that his movements would gain him nothing as he began to contemplate on just what he should do to get out of this one. His wondering, however, proved to be a mistake as the creatures were much more primed toward instinctive actions as they all went toward him, waggling their tails and mumbling through their constricted mouths.

With the proximity of four of these creatures, Henry truly realized just how large and tall they were. Imagining that they could tower over him if they stood on their back paws, He felt slightly uneasy as they all began to smell him, the sound of their sniffing and their nearness making it almost impossible for him to just tap one on the nose for it to go away. With them being intelligent enough to not be afraid while they outnumbered him, there was no way to tell just how they'd react to him being violent, even in a light and particularly non-threatening way.

They were, however, not overtly threatening themselves, rubbing their bodies along his own in a manner that seemed to indicate a certain sort of affection. Their unique physiology causing a light friction, this unusual rite seemed to go on for a while, time stopping as far as he was concerned. Whether this was due to alcohol or a case of mental breakdown was unknown to him, yet at least it did not feel like he was in any danger so far. With them circling and smelling him, two of them seemed to take a particular interest on his crotch, their featureless mouths being uncomfortably close to a very dear and vulnerable part of him. Finding a measure of comfort in the fact that they could not bite, the whole experience felt surprising to Henry as he went on to sense the proximity of the other two to his backside and his tail. Content about the attention this part of himself received, yet not so much considering who gave him all this attention, an uneasy stimulation ran through his body, as if the all-too real threat made way for a thrill that caused excitement, amongst other things. Afraid that he might have to deal with perverted rubbery beasts, what seemed to scare him more than this observation was another one that seemed to confirm his analysis, as the wolf-like beings seemed to become very excited quite quickly, which could be seen immediately between their hind legs.

Unable to set his sight elsewhere, Henry could not help but feel intimidated and perversely impressed by the rubbery protuberance poking out due to their actions. Perhaps, in their affections and inoffensive actions, they were showing a bit too much appreciation for his crotch and his goods. Now feeling inadequate after spending a little too much time letting his eyes linger on the equipment of the creatures surrounding him, Henry's own imagination began to fuel several highly unpleasant, yet somewhat alluring scenarios as he went on to push them away a little, doing so lightly and in the least aggressive manner he could manage. His imagination be damned, there was no way he'd let those thoughts of his become a reality.

''Back off. Please, step away from my junk. Just...go mate somewhere and leave me alone. I'm not into rubber beasts, okay?'' he said, a tremor in his voice indicating just how afraid he was.

His warning and gentle approach, though, did not result in anything as the rubber wolves went on to assert their dominance over the situation as they went on to lunge upon him, with one of them putting his weight on his chest as Henry fell down to the ground. Their action being somewhat controlled, they went on to continue smelling his crotch as Henry began to theorize that perhaps they could smell arousal, no matter how light or faint it was. Realizing he had perhaps doomed himself, he gulped as he was still surrounded by those weird inhabitants of the forest.

With this sudden development, Henry began to thrash around as much as he could, his own nightmarish ideas about their intents being fuelled by their actions as he tried to back away from them. Held down due to their superior number and their greater strength, he tried nonetheless to twist and turn around as he began to feel their rubbery members, now fully visible due to his position, rub on him as the scent of their arousal washed down upon him. Groggy due to this unusual scent, the alcohol still present within him and the adrenaline rising, he could see that his clothes were being torn and ripped by their motions as his shirt and his pants were reduced to rags in a matter of seconds. They may not have had teeth, but their claws were certainly capable of getting the job done.

What was most peculiar, though, was how his fur and skin began to tingle with each gentle teasing and thrusting of their unusual cocks. The texture and thickness of their members made way for a certain sick sense of pleasure, his helplessness only adding to the whole scenario as his own member began to inevitably rise a little. Displeased with this situation, Henry began to act before thinking, swatting with his hands in order to hit them, if only to make it so he wouldn't have to live through the indignity they most assuredly had in store for him. This act, however, had been anticipated as his weak flails only resulted in his hands getting very near their penis, which caused him to back off very quickly as he had no intention of touching those. While it would have been a particularly good manner to repel them, a part of him understood that they might have liked that, which would then only have made them redouble their efforts to give him the same treatment. He had to think quickly, yet his mind did not come up with anything yet, mostly due to the constant scent of arousal toying with his thought process.

One of the wolves, though, certainly did not have to ponder upon his course of action. He saw an opportunity present itself as he adjusted his stance, slashing the underwear that represented the last barrier to its goal. The touch of the cool night air on his still-rising member and the obvious intent of the wolf towering over him hit Henry's panic button just hard enough for one last, desperate effort. He shifted his weight just enough to slide the heavy paw off his shoulder, unsettling the wolf that was holding him down just enough for him to roll on his belly and scuttle away, crawling desperately to escape his fate. He made it barely a few yards before a wolf stood before him, blocking his path. On its face was the first thing he'd seen on them resembling aggression. A hard-eyed 'you shall not pass' kind of glare. A wolf came up on either side of him, sliding up close and leaning against his sides. Apparently they now recognized him as an escape risk and were intent on boxing him in.

A terrible, creeping realization percolated Henry's brain regarding the compromising nature of his present position as the beast's breath tingled against his exposed backside. On his hands and knees, surrounded on all sides, he was really in for it now. He gave a pleading look to the wolf in front of him, for the first time noticing, confusingly, that this one lacked a cock. Perhaps that's what prompted him to appeal to its mercy. It was rather unlike the obviously horny wolves to his sides, still rubbing and nuzzling quite amorously. The... female? in front of him did seem to respond to his desperation, lying on her belly and slinking towards him. She kept her head and ears down in a very nonthreatening way. It would've been cute if not for all the obvious realities of the situation. Henry realized as she crawled underneath him that she had disastrously misinterpreted what he was pleading for. She went straight for that long-time area of interest, causing Henry to shudder at the unwitting pleasure of having a rubber muzzle right up against his shaft.

Henry was once again snapped back to reality as a weight fell on his back, great big paws landing on his shoulders. They slid a bit awkwardly down through his armpits to find purchase on the ground, taking advantage of the small gaps that his shoulders created between his abdomen and the wolves on either side pressing incessantly against it. Those two had been far from his mind for obvious reasons, but he realized now in this darkest hour that they had been huffing and murmuring urgently in the interim, trying to get his attention. They soon made themselves impossible to ignore, pressing their heads tightly up against Henry's, their rumblings now reverberating strongly through his skull. They must've been running interference, he realized, as one's bulk settled onto his back, and he began to feel some unmistakable experimental prodding as the wolf got himself into position.

"AH, NO!" Henry's cry drowned out the sharp huff from above him as both of them realized that the wolf had hit his target.

Henry stiffened all over, clenching mightily to deny the plunderer his prize. Strong, insistent pushing constantly reminded Henry of the necessity of keeping up this defense. He was distracted by, of all things, the twitching of his ears. As he tried to assess the situation, he felt his eyes flutter as well. The wolves presently sandwiching his skull were emitting a strange, low growl-hum that was resonating oddly within him. The strength of the forceful thrumming sound surged and ebbed rhythmically. Henry realized that the two humming wolves were out of sync with each other, the louder one alternating sides every second or so. The back and forth between his ears led to his eyes involuntarily sweeping back and forth to follow the sound, an unsettling enough sensation that he was forced to close them. It didn't stop there though, his muscles began to sway in time with that same oscillating rhythm. He was prevented from moving any too much, but he felt his legs contracting and relaxing, like his body was swaying with the sound as well. It was a truly novel experience amidst this whirlwind of terror and confusion.

Unfortunately, this momentary lull was exactly what the wolf on top of him had been waiting for. Penetrating the tight and vulnerable ass, his penis inserted itself without any trouble as the creature shivered, a little ''hmmpf'' sound getting out of whatever served as his mouth as he began to pound his prey, much to his delight. For Henry, though, this intrusion was much more unexpected as he could feel the unnaturally smooth texture of the engorged bestial manhood inside himself, sliding without any problem despite the absence of lubricant. Filled to the brim, Henry gasped, then gritted his teeth as he was being violated by these savage things. With his heart beating rapidly and his body going slightly limp as if it were surrendering, parts of himself began to burn, his heat rising up as he moaned unexpectedly. He realized, dimly, that the one beneath him had started taking her cues from the wolves on his sides. She had started growling and murmuring as she nuzzled his hard, pulsing manhood more insistently.

Still, a fire within him began to burn as he wanted to not only get away from that disgrace, but also teach these latex mongrels a lesson right here and now. Caught in a powerless situation and slightly humiliated no matter how gentle or pleasant these beasts tried to be, Henry hadn't given up his resistance entirely. Looking for some way to fight back as he was being plowed with no grace, he panted exhaustively as some weak part of himself desired for him to accept this sudden pleasure, to just stop fighting. His pride, however, would not take it as he spotted a rock in the corner of his eye. It looked to be within arm's reach. His body continued to shiver and heave as he forced his muscles into action, the pleasure of the wolves taking him becoming far more than undeniable, it was nearly debilitating. He stretched mightily and felt a momentary flush of joy as his fingers closed around the stone.

The glory was quite short-lived, as in that instant, his other arm gave out. The strain of trying to hold out against such weight and the passionate thrusts was too much. His left arm folded and he slumped down onto the haunches of the wolf beneath him. The body beneath him squished obscenely and then rebounded, supporting him there, sandwiched more tightly than ever with rubber on all sides. Far from disrupting the activities of the wolves, this new development seemed to incense them, a muzzle being pressed hard against his cock and a pleased rumble tickling his balls, while the one stimulating him lowered himself to match and the other continued his enthusiastic thrusting. The angle seemed to favor him, as his length began to penetrate deeper, breaching new territory and sparking off a fresh new wave of sensation.

Henry seized involuntarily, his arms coming in and clenching tight around the wolf beneath him as his hips began to jerk reflexively. The tail right beneath his face wagged energetically as a sharp noise vibrated through his crotch. She liked that, apparently. Henry knew that his body would not stand up to this much longer, but he felt trembling weakness in his arms as he tried to lift the stone. He was too blissed out to accomplish something so coordinated. He realized, dimly, that the rumbling vibration now surrounding him had all synchronized. Both ears and his crotch were titillated by the deep, tantalizing vibrations, cresting in unison and crashing against him like waves on a beach. They, of course, came in time with the ever present thrusts into his ass, now only stopping at a solid wall Henry felt being pushed against him. At last, they could push no deeper, nor violate him further.

The momentary relief provided by that realization only served to swiftly prove how terribly wrong Henry was. He relaxed just slightly and when that wall pushed against him again, it began to spread him apart. There was a frustrated huff from above as Henry's panicked squeeze pushed back against that barrier. Slow and terrible yet again, a thought seeped into Henry's pleasure-addled mind. It wasn't a barrier at all. They're dogs. Dogs have knots! He felt the bulb at the base of the invading cock spread him once again, like it was threatening to split him in half. He only barely managed to push back that time. What certainly didn't help was the surge in the vibration against his cock in time with it. She seemed to know exactly the right way to get those barbs on his shaft to really sing with pleasure, each and every little one of them. Oh, God if I could only find a woman who could do that- no no, NO!

But that tiny lapse into fantasy was all it took. In another instant, his cock was spasming, flooding his overwrought brain with pleasure and robbing him of what little control he had left. Henry could feel his sticky essence being spread all over by the enthusiastic motions of the wolf that had brought him this release. The one fucking him also took notice, holding himself in tightly at the hilt and letting loose a satisfied rumble as Henry's innards heaved and danced around his turgid shaft, the chorus of approval echoed straight into his ears by the wolves flanking him. Henry shuddered and moaned, going limp as he finally came down from the high. He actually found his mind clearing a bit and his body becoming responsive again now that he had finally been satisfied in such dramatic fashion.

The cavalry came too late though, as his rebounding fortitude didn't crop up in time to stop the ceaseless advance of the wolf's knot. The one pounding his ass was holding tight against him, not even thrusting, just pushing. Constantly, inexorably pushing with tireless and unnatural strength, seething with desperation to bury that knot. Henry screamed as the widest point stretched him excruciatingly, the rest sliding inside with what felt like an earth-shaking thrust. Henry's cock jerked a few more times, bolts of sensation tearing through his body. How could that feel good? Surely that monster had torn him open. But no, he was whole and stuffed incomprehensibly with cock. The wolf operating that cock, flush with the glorious rush of victory, had resumed humping him at a frenetic pace. The knot held fast and his efforts accomplished barely any movement, but Henry's insides still took on every bit of weight and force, rocking his abused body. The scariest part being that Henry recognized those sloppy, desperate jerking motions. His own hips were moving like that just moments ago. The implications of this made his knuckles stand out as he gripped the stone in his right hand, nearly cutting himself on a hard edge. THE STONE!

Lifting up his weapon of fortune with a mighty swing, he smashed it straight into the snout of the monster rubbing himself on his left arm and torso as he quickly proceeded to do the same with the one on the opposite side. Now mostly free, save for the most crude invader of privacy amongst them, Henry threw all his faith into another tuck and roll to try and extract himself from this nightmare. Bracing for the pain of the knot being removed as he shoved himself to the side, Henry was surprised to feel nothing of the sort. There was a sickening creak and a thump, upon which he could feel the creature's penis rip apart due to his effort. Taking an especially grand comfort and pleasure in that fact, it was a short victory as the swollen knot within him had continued to do its job, holding the thick and rubbery member inside. Worse, it still pulsed with vigor as it sent a spasm through his whole body as he moved away from them, running in whatever direction would lead him far from these dangerous creatures. Aware that this would not solve the situation instantly, he opted to try and ignore the constant pulses and motions within his anus and the stabbing pain from taking that disgusting knot as he ran with the energy of despair backing him up.

Hearing multiple ruffling sounds behind him, he knew that they were getting closer and that they'd get back to their activity soon after they caught up with him, or worse. Grabbing a large branch on the ground, Henry turned around as he went on to flail wildly with what was a big glorified stick as he stomped on the ground and screamed, his lungs being pushed to the limit as his survival was at play here. ''Go away! Go away! Go away! Go...Away!'' he kept on shouting, using both arms to spin and flail the branch around, nearly hitting the beasts countless times before they eventually ran away, somewhat scared of his angry and desperate outburst. Looking at them flee, Henry was not fooled by this as he continued to run, getting anywhere else but here as he went through the forest under the cover of the night, anxious to get home or to a shelter of any kind.

Seconds became minutes, then hours as his adrenaline rush and his constant panic turned Henry into a delirious wreck as he felt nothing, said nothing and kept himself mentally and physically occupied by his desire to go home. Eventually reaching the road, he went on to recognize where he was as he fled toward his home, his sense of direction now fully operational within this familiar environment. Seeing the house that he had been so angry about now filled him with intense joy as he walked awkwardly toward it, his exhaustion and his emotional turmoil catching up with him as he locked everything behind him before then collapsing on his bed, effectively blacking out to let his body rest.

Time went by, unseen and unfelt as Henry slept in an uneasy state. Convulsing and moving around, his rest was erratic as random images popped within his mind as he felt spasms within his spine and a tingle on his skin, especially around a lower area of his body as he grinned and plaintively moaned in his slumber. Latex, a sensation of ridicule, wolves, his own laughter, unending darkness, trees and a veritable hunger for pleasure went on to storm in en masse, his own fears combined with alien needs to make for an unusual and wild dream as, despite his tiredness, he couldn't stay still. Inevitably, Henry went on to wake up, mostly due to the sounds of birds chirping and his own face meeting roughly with the floor, the latter being of much more consequence than the former.

''Ugh...What is happening to me?'' he said groggily, his eyes half-closed as the vision of his floor not being the most comforting one after so arduous a trial. Rising up with some amount of fatigue in his entire body, he yawned as he somehow felt a little bloated. Thinking that it was perhaps due to the rather brutal pounding he had been generously given a few hours earlier, he mumbled a little as he went on to make himself a cup of coffee, if only to wake up in a more effective manner than with just a close encounter with his wooden floor. Preparing it a pouring himself a healthy dose of this savior of a black liquid. Getting his cup close to his lips, an eerie familiar, yet incredibly scary sensation went on to run through him as he could feel a slight tremor in his backside. Feeling a shock that made him spasm in surprise and in unsuspected delight, Henry could do naught but yelp and let go of his cup as he winced and held himself up using the counter in his kitchen. With his hot beverage now on the floor along with the remnants of the ceramic cup, Henry went on to remember a particular event, one that he felt could be particularly significant now: the wolfish penis was still inside his anus.

''God damn it...'' he said in an utterly exhausted and desperate voice, this past night's incident still finding ways to ruin him even afterward as he went on to think of ways to get rid of the invader stuck in this delicate and sensitive area within himself. With a chaotic amount of unplanned jolts sent down his backside, all Henry could do was try to endure it for now as he poured the rest of the coffee in a new cup as he went on to drink it all on the spot. Never minding the much too hot temperature of this morning delicacy, he instead welcomed the slightly painful tingle in his throat, the diversion it caused to the shivering in his ass being vital to him. Trying not to think about it, he went on to wait for the laxative effect coffee generally had on his system, with this being one of the only hope he felt he had to evacuate this intruder from deep within this most humiliating of areas. With no result after a while, save for more tremors and undesired moans, Henry instead opted to try and wait a little longer, if only to hold up hope that it might dissolve or dislocate itself eventually.

''This is...UGH!...so humiliating,'' he said out loud, a spasm of satisfaction creeping up while he talked as he went on to sit down at his computer. Booting it up, he went on to try and type as he'd let his imagination run adrift in order to let his mind take over the matter of this anal intrusion. If was occupied, then he'd just think about his writing and forget about everything else, like he always did. Finding a silver lining in these shocking circumstances, he went on to write as ideas came flowing to him, a small smile creeping up on his face due to this fact.

Martha wasn't what we would call a beautiful woman. Energetic, passionate, full of life, yet appeal seemingly had decided to ignore her despite those useful qualities as-

With his furred fingers keeping himself busy, his concentration was nonetheless broken completely as a massive amount of pleasure crept up on him. Moaning loudly as a result, Henry went on to breathe heavily due to the shock of this unprecedented bliss. Unable to focus for the moment, he went limp for a few moments as he tried to bring himself back in the writing game as he could somewhat feel a certain growing presence within his anus. Whether it was due to an actual enlargement effect or simply because his spirit was trying to tell him something, he couldn't tell, yet he could not simply accept it and move along. It seemed like not being attached to a wolf anymore had enabled the cock more freedom to move within him, resisting his attempts to ignore it. Rebellious, he returned to his task as he hazily brought his fingers to the keyboard once more, anxious to see if his coffee approach would work.

Martha wasn't what we would call a beautiful woman. Energetic, passionate, full of life, yet appeal seemingly had decided to ignore her despite those useful qualities as her constant struggles as a senator made life rough for her. The challenges of politics, of the constant presence of cynics made for an unusual routine, one that she-

Before he could progress even further, another spasm of the same intensity ran down through him, making him shiver and pant as he almost fell down from his chair due to the sudden rush. How could he even try to feign interest in the adventures of Martha with such an amazing shock going through his body, occupying his mind so thoroughly that any attempt at diversion would fail utterly? His thoughts being so vivid, occasional glimpses of the dangerous night he had lived through came in flashes as he went on relive the events. With goose bumps on his skin and his fur somehow charged with an unsolicited arousal, he could feel once more the sensation of latex, the nearly-tender moments that had lingered on before they'd dominate him. Feeling that his focus was slipping out with every current of arousal and sweetness within his body, his memories were being twisted into a facsimile that he knew was incredibly wrong. He had hated it, he had only abhorrent thoughts about those rubbery mongrels.

So why was he so pleased about this and why were his thoughts so intent on concentrating on how nice it felt, on how nice it felt right now?

His sense of touch being somewhat restrained, in a mixture of over-sensitivity and complete numbness, he sensed his ass and everything that had a connection to it being somewhat vulnerable, yet the rest soon became dull to him. His fingers, his head, his chest, everything felt like it was disappearing, slowly vanishing as the blasts of ecstasy bombarded him with a constant reminder that he was learning to enjoy it very much. With his heavy breath reminding him that he was still alive and more than the sum of the pleasure that was turning him into a wreck, a logical, yet uneasy sight welcomed him back to an inevitable reality: his penis was erect beyond words. His pants on the point of near-collapse, the pressure of his towering manhood threatened to simply tear them down on the spot as he went on to remove them, an act that seemed to elicit a far more disturbing happiness than he thought could be possible due to such a simple action. With his barbed penis standing at attention, a very large part of him demanded that he relieve himself, that he allow the pleasure to erupt to achieve satisfaction, no matter how temporary it might settle in.

With his hand approaching, a singular thought ran through his mind, going against the current of his instincts: would doing so be considered a surrender? It would be admitting that he had been violated and that he was a slave to his desires. His basic sexual needs would have overpowered him and, as such, it meant that his dignity and his own person amounted to nothing more than a growing horniness that would allow for him to debase himself in a multitude of ways. If he had to masturbate to weird wolves pegging him and overwhelming him, then truly he was no more than a crude beast, a being of lust with no shame. This harsh vision keeping his spirit aflame, he slowed and stopped his hand progressively as he then retracted it, wincing all along as the twitches in his anus prodded him to continue, to just submit to his baser instincts.

Taking a moment to try and focus, to gather his wits in order to fight, he thought about going to some kind of hospital or medical facility, so that they could remove whatever was inside of him. They would ask questions, they would give him weird looks, but it was better than to just lie down and accept defeat, he figured, as he went on to get up. His efforts, however noble or strong they were, amounted to nothing as he collapsed on the floor as the tremors of lust and pleasure addled his mind. More flashes of the night, including how he had been filled with bestial savagery, were popping in his brain as his hand went on to grab his twitching cock. His resistance waning until it dissolved away, he went on to pump himself up and down with reckless abandon as imageries of the wolves went on to reward him, his corrupted psyche fighting against his will and his whole self along the way. Positive thoughts went on to replace those of disgust and shame as he moaned openly, his remorse simply gone as the vital and energetic handling of his manhood went on to grant him a soothing and arousing sensation. His furred fingers running with a roughness that was uncharacteristic of him, the constant additions of the member lodged in his ass only cemented this demented pleasure that was placating his reason and his sanity. Going on and on, the obvious finale was granted to him as he climaxed over and over, staining himself and the floor with his pungent white flag of surrender as he loudly proclaimed his satisfaction over such a huge mistake.

''Ooooooooh~''

Crashing down on his back, he lost track of time as he went on to breathe heavily, the momentary reprieve granting him a unique kind of self-approval as he kept on sensing the unrelenting pounding in his posterior as he simply basked in this sensation. He had no idea what he just did or if he was over-reacting with the perceived consequences of his actions, yet for now he was at peace as an awkward smile crept up on his face. Now able to rise, he did so feebly as everything in his body seemed to fight against him. With his arms and hands resting on the counter to help him get up, he looked at the window in the hope that no one would be spying upon him, as some kids were won't to do. The vision that greeted him, however, was far different and most bizarre.

The wolves were there, waiting for him.

His mind still partly stalled, Henry was unable to properly react to the sight of the wolves outside his window for a long moment. He wandered away thinking "Hm, well I guess they really _are_attracted to sex somehow." More of those memories of the preceding night seethed through his mind beneath the surface, spurred on by that very tangible reminder of the wolves' existence. Henry worked to push such thoughts away, focusing with what remained of his flagging strength on a sundry task to keep himself distracted. He hobbled over to the bathroom, intent on getting a shower to clean off the sticky mess he'd made in his attempts to recover his hold on himself.

"No, no. Scary wolves," he murmured to himself along the way. "My heart is slamming itself against my ribcage because I'm afraid. No other reason."

The bathroom was on the uphill side of the cabin, meaning that the ground on that side precluded full-length windows. As Henry entered the room, he was thankful for the thin horizontal pane of frosted glass high on the wall. Meant for privacy, he appreciated greatly the fact that it would also admit light without affording him any further visions of the beasts that stalked him. He tried to force his brain to work through a proper decision-making process as he cast his clothes to the floor. The visceral reaction to summon help had occurred to him, but he had no means to do so. No cell service or landlines to be had. Getting to a place where he could contact someone would require going outside. With them. Keeping his focus on the short term, Henry shuffled to the tub, leaning against it for support.

"My... present state, would seem to suggest I'd be better served by a bath," he admitted, turning the tap to fill the tub with hot water.

He continued to lean against the side of the tub, giving a groan of relief as the porcelain began to warm and steam rose from the water, easing his breath. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. He could hold out here for some time. Plenty of supplies on hand, and there was no indication the wolves were capable of breaking in. Perhaps he could just outlast them. Then he wouldn't have to suffer the incessant rubbing of their muzzles and flanks all over his body, that constant, deep thrum of their voices, those huge, throbbing cocks... Henry snapped himself back to reality as he realized there was so much water in the tub there was barely room for him. The heat really was helping him relax, a bit too much perhaps. He remained slumped against the edge of the tub, and even maintaining that was straining him. Lowering himself down to sit for a bit seemed like such an inviting prospect. He had no idea how much he'd regret that simple decision.

When Henry's butt touched the relatively cold floor, a perfectly natural reaction took place, one that would've been completely innocuous in any other situation. However, the little reflexive contraction made a big difference to Henry. The cock buried in his ass was stuffed still deeper inside him by the force on the knot. The bolt of sensation tearing through his body brought him back to awareness far better than any amount of coffee ever had. He heaved and moaned, the contractions in response to the sensation only making it worse and worse. More memories lanced through his mind, the weight of the wolf on his back, the unceasing thrum in his ears, that sensuous touch of smooth latex against him...

Henry groaned and shivered, curled up on the floor as his spasms finally stilled. Who was he kidding? He'd never be able to last with this damn thing shoved in him. He had to go to a hospital. He had to contact someone, he... had to go get fucked more by those wolves. Any choice that he might make, any course that he could pursue, they all started with him going outside. He could delay it by continuing to lie on the floor writhing in... "agony", but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He had to go out there. Resolved, Henry hefted himself up, his steps a bit steadier now that he knew he was going to meet his fate. There was a blue shape looming in the window. His realization that this was the source of the thrumming vibrations he felt did nothing to change his course.

The sight that met him through the glass of the front door left no doubt about what his course was to be. Eerie, solid black eyes stared back at him from out in the front yard. Henry managed to unlock the door and get it open before his composure failed him again. The cock that had been so teasingly stringing him along was outright torturing him now, throbbing and heaving like a thing possessed. Only the touch of a rubber muzzle cracked him from that stupor. A strange clarity possessed him as he reached out to touch his guest.

"It... It gets stronger when you're close by. Hngh! That's... why it was driving me nuts all this time."

The wolf continued to gaze into him deeply, as if waiting for more.

"It's stronger around you... because it's yours. Donteatme."

He petted the wolf awkwardly as it nuzzled him. The bizarre connection he felt to the creature was undeniable. Despite being identical to the others, he somehow knew that the wolf he had first met was the one who had come for him now. It was as though the severed member still with him had formed some kind of perverse link between them. Donteatme's nose quickly led him to the sticky mess on Henry's belly, leading to some much more spirited nuzzling. To Henry's surprise, his fur was entirely clean when the wolf lifted his head again.

"You need it then. You just, soak it all up like that?"

Donteatme lifted one of his back legs by way of demonstration, showing the pendulous sack that was seamlessly connected to him, with no sign of a cock.

"If you can't make it, you have to get it," Henry mused, the revelation seeming to satisfy his companion.

Henry shuddered again. With both hands on the wolf, not only was the stimulation in his ass quite debilitating, it made it easy for Henry to feel the wolf pull away, trying to urge him to cross the doorframe.

"You want me to go with you?" Henry made a half-hearted effort to move before collapsing. "I'm... sorry. I can't walk like this."

Donteatme looked back with what was unmistakably concern. The wolf lay down obligingly in front of him. Henry, already leaning on the creature's shoulders for support, ended up lying prone on top of him. The message was clear enough.

"You'll take me to... wherever we're going?"

The response was only a look, but it was convincing enough for Henry. He hauled his shivering body up onto Donteatme's back, the wolf standing with ease and beginning to walk with purpose. Damn these things were big, Henry idly thought as he was carried. His toes barely touched the ground, leaving little trails in the leaf litter as he was borne through the forest by his mighty steed. There was something oddly comforting about it. Purchase was easy enough to find against the fur-textured rubber, but Henry gripped him tightly anyways, the pressure causing the wolf's tail to swing appreciatively back and forth. Henry's own tail twitched as it was buffeted occasionally, but he paid it no mind. Despite the continued jolts of sensation pushing through him, and the undeniably electric rubbing of his cock against Donteatme's back as he walked, there was an unearthly calm to the journey, as though the worst was over. Whether or not that was actually true would be demonstrated shortly, as Donteatme came to a stop in a clearing. Laying down and rolling slightly to deposit Henry in the grass.

It was no surprise that he found himself surrounded by wolves in short order. More than last time, certainly, but Henry lacked the presence of mind to count. They circled and sniffed about, assessing the situation, highly alert even though Henry barely moved a muscle the whole time. He could hardly blame them. He had been quite disagreeable so far. They all displayed obvious interest, spurred closer and closer by the scent of his arousal. Donteatme had stuck close by, still watching him, though not with the predatory hunger the others did.

"So that's it then? You're just going to let them have their way with me?"

Donteatme approached and nuzzled him gently, a strangely soothing gesture from one who towered over him so. Henry reached out to give the wolf's ear a squeaky rub, their eyes remaining locked together as thick muzzles began to nudge and inspect his body, quickly zeroing in on his crotch and still throbbing member. The touch of the familiar wolf soothed his worry and let the pleasure push through as he felt a throaty growl tantalizing his nether regions from below, and then another from above. The crowd that had gathered obscured the woods around him, but Henry's eyes never wavered. At least until they began to roll back into his head.

Elation began to edge out what had been Henry's quiet surrender as his hips began to buck, finally yielding to the stimulation of the pack of wolves. The other cock-less wolf, perhaps the one he had taken for a female in the last encounter, edged past Donteatme as Henry's climax neared. Apparently the sentimentality of Henry's old friend had cost him a meal. Towering over his body, she bent down to tickle Henry's barbs in just the right way, reveling in his inevitable release. Once again, climax brought a striking, if rather temporary, sense of clarity to Henry's mind. The wolves' apprehension had all but vanished, as though they accepted him as one of their own, and it was Donteatme that had made this possible.

Henry pulled his favorite wolf's head closer and stroked it enthusiastically. The sudden movement led the wolf above him to scuttle off to the side. The others presently nuzzling at him also took notice, stepping back just slightly. Donteatme leaned graciously into the contact, lying down next to Henry, and eventually rolling over. Henry enthusiastically took that chance to express his gratitude, rubbing up and down the exposed belly before him. A thought occurred to him of something that might help him thank his companion even better. It seemed a little odd, but the two of them had already had sex, so it wasn't like they were breaking any new ground. Moving his hands over the disquietingly empty sheath, Henry cupped the wolf's swollen balls, getting a resounding moan of approval as he did so. Each one was a bit short of a handful, but Henry eventually found himself using both hands to work them over properly.

The grunts and muffled exclamations from Donteatme were at first unmistakably pleasure, but at times a keening whine could be heard later on. Henry noticed a few of the wolves nuzzling each other nearby, at times playfully, at times quite focused on their throbbing cocks. It was clear that they loved being touched, but the wolf presently squirming at Henry's touch was at a disadvantage in that regard.

"You can't release," Henry realized, finally releasing the delicate organs from his fingers. "You gave that up for me, so... So I could be a part of this."

Henry wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck. It was the only thing he could think to do to recognize his companion's sacrifice. Donteatme continued to look dazed and distant for a bit, but gave a comforting nuzzle when he started to come around. As Henry let go, a sharp whine from behind him drew his attention. He turned to find one of the endowed wolves lying on its back, presenting its paws up in the air rather adorably. Its tail swept rapidly back and forth, a pleading look shouting: me too! Do me next! It was a demand Henry could hardly ignore. He obligingly rubbed the wolf's belly, quickly realizing that its cock, hard and bouncing urgently, could not be ignored for long.

Before he got a chance to give it any further thought though, a figure loomed over him. It was only an instant before a great weight bore down on him, sandwiching him between the two wolves. The one beneath oh so helpfully used its back legs to guide Henry down directly on top of him, their cocks pressed up alongside one another. A powerful spasm shot through him from the cock embedded inside him, his heaving limbs pressing fecklessly against the force pinning him down. That signal from the severed member inside him made Henry realize that it was Donteatme heaving his weight against his body. It occurred to him that perhaps getting his unequipped companion all spun up and then running off might not have been the best plan. He didn't see any alternative, but none of that really mattered now. One way or another he was about to find out the consequences.

Henry was treated to a ride he wouldn't soon forget, the wolf beneath him bucking and roiling as the cat's relatively frail body was shoved and slid against his belly with many times the force Henry would've been able to generate on his own. The enticing rubber all around, and within, was driving Henry wild. He was so lost in the surging bliss that he almost failed to notice the wolf beneath him starting to cum, hot blue jets smearing into an ever-growing patch of slickness between them. Henry was starting to feel like his own peak couldn't be far off. None of that really seemed to matter though, as Donteatme went at his task with single-minded determination, making quite a show of the mating, though he was still a bit cut off from it.

Tension built and the wolf atop him drew closer to him, thrusting hard and fast as if he were attempting to knot him. The strange part was though, that Henry could feel his body responding, pushing his hips back to meet him and relaxing his sphincter muscles. By the time he realized that he didn't understand why he was doing it, it was too late for Henry to stop himself. His body had made a commitment, the benefits of which became clear in a very dramatic way. There was a powerful, heavenly jolt, after which the knot inside Henry swelled dramatically, prompting an explosive moan. By the time it registered that he was feeling Donteatme's thrusts on the inside now he was already cumming, thrusting hard against the wolf beneath him, the endowed wolf huffing sharply at the stimulation in his afterglow. The surprise melted into adoration for both parties beneath Donteatme as he finally got to work pursuing his long-denied release.

Somehow the drive that Henry had awakened in the wolf had led the two of them to get close enough together that the shaft had reconnected, leaving him free to use it once more. It was an opportunity not lost on the wolf, his throat rumbling mightily as he pounded into the cat trapped beneath him. Henry gripped tightly onto the wolf beneath him. He too, seemed a bit overwhelmed by the display of raw, bestial lust that they were being subjected to. It wasn't long before Henry found himself being gripped as well, from behind, his companion having finally gotten his so richly deserved reward. Henry screamed aloud as the hot, viscous liquid filled him. Jet after jet after jet, the mass of fluid finding new room to expand into every second. Having at last expended his desperate need, Donteatme slumped on top of them, leaving the blissed-out pile to struggle to catch their breath beneath the full force of his girth.

The two wolves' panting through their noses made a gentle whistling sound that was terribly endearing to Henry's dazed mind. The thing that finally broke through the haze though, was a strong, throbbing ache within him. It pushed up through his body, spreading in invigorating waves of energy. Henry clenched excitedly down on the knot inside him, sensing that his newfound vigor might've been borrowed from the wolf that had been fucking him with such spirit. Said wolf groaned at the grip on his shaft, breathing a sigh of relief as the pressure ebbed, the connection between them literally dissolving, the portion of his cock that was being constricted liquefied by the pressure. Donteatme rolled off of his latest conquest to give him some breathing room. Naturally once a gap opened up, he was quick to bury his muzzle in there to help soak up Henry's latest contribution.

Something that momentarily struck Henry as odd was that none of the wolf's spunk seemed to remain on either of them. He had undoubtedly given the full measure of which he was capable, and yet there was nothing left of the load that had spent all that time being rubbed and squished between their bodies. Henry's mind flitted away from that quickly, possibly at the influence of another load of wolven essence, a much more pressing need coming to the forefront. For the first time a thought occurred to him, one he was utterly unable to suppress.

"I need to fuck one of these wolves. One... at least."

With a primal lurch he would've thought his overwrought muscles incapable of, Henry threw himself onto the back of one of the nearby wolves. He'd never done anything like this before, the anal part, not the synthetic wild animals part, though in point of fact that was rather new as well. In any case, the motion came naturally to him somehow. The lunge startled the wolf, but its attitude softened when it felt the gyrations of Henry's hips. The wolf beneath Henry relaxed and swept its tail aside obligingly, also seeming to have a very good idea of what to do. Henry felt the wolf sway and buck beneath him, obviously appreciating his efforts, and though the slick rubber flesh felt heavenly against his shaft, he couldn't seem to find the entrance he so fervently sought. The decision felt so agonizing, but eventually he forced himself off the wolf's back to investigate, much to the creature's dismay.

"... what?"

The latest in a long series of strange sights greeted him. The surface beneath the canine's still needily-raised tail was quite smooth and seamless, the sinews of his legs and back blending together without a hint of disruption. He reached out to the paradoxical surface, if only to confirm what he was seeing.

"You don't have a-" Henry was interrupted by the wolf heaving and shivering as he touched the spot beneath its tail. "Oh, but you like it though?"

'Like' proved to be quite the understatement as Henry quite literally pressed his discovery a bit further, the wolf lowering its shoulders further and further, thrashing its head and letting loose a surprisingly throaty moan for something with no mouth. The wolf's hindquarters remained quite provocatively elevated despite how his front half heaved and shook, leaving no doubt about how he felt at the treatment. The pendulous cock beneath the wolf shook and jumped, in time with Henry's rubbing back and forth on the otherwise unremarkable sweet spot. Henry felt eyes on him, the commotion having attracted the attention of the surrounding wolves that had been playing with each other. The only eyes that the cat paid any mind to were those of his current playmate, the featureless orbs presently swelling wide with the intensity of Henry's treatment.

Clarity flashed in those eyes suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked. The wolf rounded on Henry, startling him sufficiently as to make the task of pushing him to the ground quite easy. He was almost accustomed to the sight of having one of the great blue beasts towering over him, so it took Henry a relatively short amount of time to acclimate to the sudden change. He noticed the wolf positioning himself very carefully over him and leaning down to nuzzle against his neck, huffing urgently. The message was quite clear. Don't stop. Please keep going.

Henry obliged the wolf's unspoken request reaching down to find the sweet spot he'd been lavishing attention upon. The reason for the wolf's sudden change in attitude became clear after just a few strokes. The wolf seized up and unburdened its throbbing member in a frantic burst, more than Henry had ever seen. Ropes of the thick shimmering liquid splattered up and down his torso as the swinging cock above him pulsed and heaved at the very height of passion. Very strategically positioned, it would seem, as hardly a drop was wasted on the ground. Even as the wolf's climax tapered off, the last dribbles fell straight down onto Henry's own quite excited member. The warm touch of the slick fluid was overwhelming, prompting Henry's hand to leave the rump of the wolf that had so enthusiastically marked him and drift down to his sodden nethers.

The hand was quickly bumped out of the way by a muzzle, in a caring, but forceful 'I can do that' sort of gesture. Henry laid back down and submitted to the treatment as the wolf's appreciative rumblings tantalized his shaft as the ooze was spread still further. Other muzzles came to give the same treatment to his chest and belly, working the rubbery cum back and forth through his fur. It barely even registered with Henry, who was overwhelmed by the sensation in his cock. It was as if the burning, hyper-specific sensitivity of his barbs were being spread, smeared across the whole of his shaft by the muzzle rubbing diligently up and down his length. That combined with the assault from all sides along his abdomen was too much for him. Henry swung his hands down his sides to try and chase off some of the extras, but was baffled to find nothing.

He looked down to see that the ooze and the wolves who had been tending it were both gone. Yet the sensation of being touched and stroked and prodded all over was still very real, growing in his perception by the minute. As he focused on the sensation, Henry could perceive a curious hard edge to the area of effect of this phantom contact, one he matched up with the edges of the slick blue stains in his fur. How the huge swathes of smoothly-matted fur had managed to escape his attention until now he could only guess, but their presence now was undeniable. He looked about in confusion to see some of the surrounding wolves nuzzling and rubbing up on each other. Those sensations seemed to match roughly with what he felt in the blue-stained areas. Was he... connected to them somehow?

"W-wait, I don't- what's hap- haaa-Ah!"

A wolf broke free from the crowd, practically stumbling over him to get into position as the attentions of his previous partner finally bore fruit. Catching his comparatively meager contribution on her face and neck, the cock-less wolf immediately set about nuzzling Henry's cock from the other direction. As thanks or just to make sure she got every last drop he couldn't tell. Henry was glad that the other one had wandered off by then. He didn't know if he could tolerate two of them working on his cock at once. Despite having just released, his cock still throbbed desperately, still feeling tremendously sensitive, as if it were magnified in his mind.

A thought flashed through Henry's mind to perhaps reward the cock-less wolf for her efforts. So he brushed his fingers over her sweet spot experimentally. To his surprise, her tail came down and she moved off of him, startled. Apparently the "female" ones didn't like that so much. It was a sufficient demonstration of his intent though, and it was barely a heartbeat before a male adopted that position, lifting its tail eagerly for him. Being in no position to refuse, Henry pressed hard into that barest recess beneath the new wolf's tail, both startling and practically paralyzing him with pleasure. He started to experiment with new ways to please the strange little sweet spot, pressing harder, drumming his fingers along it and making little circles. Getting swept up in the act, Henry found himself cupping the wolf's balls as they began to churn and pull up against his body. This one happened to be pretty lucky in that department. Just one of those swollen testicles would've been a healthy handful, but Henry managed to spread his fingers barely wide enough to get a good amount of force onto both of them, the combined stimulations finally earning him his reward.

Humorously enough, the wolf lifted one of its legs as it began to spasm and jerk at its peak. The new angle ensuring that its load hit the intended target, splattering dramatically down Henry's front. By now he was thinking that this was something of a fun game, and thought he might enjoy himself a bit, taking advantage of the wolf's unsteady stance for a bit of a prank. Henry pushed as hard as he dared into the little hollow beneath the wolf's tail, earning a startled yelp in response. Apparently the creature had been left quite sensitive in the aftermath of its release, as it was left stumbling away in a panic thanks to Henry's cheeky little maneuver.

"Aw come on, don't go!" Henry pleaded, only realizing how addled his brain was when he heard the words leaving his mouth. "Don't leave me all messy like this!"

The frightened wolf showed no signs of returning, but that didn't mean that his call went unheard. Henry heard a rustling and looked up to see who was approaching. The cock-less wolf timidly sidled up to him with her head down in that demure way of hers.

"Think you could help me out with this mess?" Henry asked, as gently as he could.

Seeming to register his approval, the wolf perked up a little and moved down his body, beginning to nuzzle at his belly and rub in the rubbery cum. She became bolder and bolder as the fluid soaked into his fur. She was a little startled by the jerk of his body when she touched his cock, but soon got back to her task. Having the wolf's butt swaying and bobbing before him throughout the process was enough to give Henry another devious little idea. He knew he shouldn't, but it was just too much fun.

"Perhaps you've earned a little reward, hmm?" he cooed, reaching out for her.

Surprisingly enough, she didn't pull away this time. Perhaps being more gentle was the way to go. Henry rubbed deftly up and down the back of her legs. She stopped nuzzling against him and stiffened slightly, but didn't appear startled like last time. Now rather fascinated, Henry kept at it until he could get her to relax. She started to lean ever so slightly back into the contact, and that was all the approval Henry needed to push the envelope even more. His fingers crept upwards and inwards as he worked, inching closer and closer to that special spot. When he finally hit it, the poor wolf collapsed on him, smearing the remaining wolf cum over both of them.

"Oof! Well that's pretty definitive. I can't imagine what makes you so sensitive."

Now that he'd finally reached his target though, Henry couldn't help but keep rubbing in playful little circles around the tail-hollow now presented to him. The squirms and plaintive whines giving him a strange sense of glee. Perhaps it was a little thrill of vengeance for getting to show these strange creatures what it was like to have undue pleasure pushed upon you so aggressively, or maybe he was just really into it by then. It was hard to tell.

Soon enough though, she got fed up with his nonsense and hefted herself up on some very trembling legs to make her escape. She made it barely a step or two before her will faltered though, seeming to long for Henry's touch again. Cleverly, she simply turned about, putting her vulnerable rump out of reach as she resumed nuzzling at him. Henry petted her head appreciatively, smiling at her gentle crooning. She seemed enticed by his touch and the warmth of his body, a fact that he used to get her to draw ever closer, pulling herself up along his body until she was lying atop him again. It felt so evil to exploit her trust so soon after having built it up, but it was far too tempting of an opportunity. He really liked the idea of taking this chance to get one over on his captors once again. Henry waited patiently for the right moment as she shuffled and scooted up over him. Finally once his target was in range he deftly swung his hand down and hit that sweet spot one last time.

Henry wasn't sure what he was expecting, a muffled yelp before tearing off into the bushes, more adorable shivering and whimpering, some other canine antics perhaps? He certainly wasn't expecting what he got though. The cock-less wolf heaved mightily at his touch, pressing their bodies tightly together. Feeling the wolf's warm and slick belly pressed up against his cock sent a torrid burst of sensation all through Henry's body, making him forget about his dastardly scheme in an instant. He hadn't noticed how the rubber coating had slicked down the barbs on his cock, making the surface smooth and wildly sensitive. That sensation hit a switch in his mind, the kind of switch that only the purest pleasure can, the kind that triggers no conscious thought, just a powerful bodily reaction desperately seeking more of what just happened.

That was how it came to be that Henry's hands were gripping the wolf's haunches tightly, forcing the rubber animal down onto his now desperately throbbing erection. The move stunned both participants in equal parts, but both soon got over their reservations, bucking and grinding against each other with rapidly rising enthusiasm. How they came to be in this scenario became the absolute least important thing in the world. The only question that mattered was how they could get more of them to touch each other and get more of this exquisite sensation of their bodies grinding together. It would've seemed quite strange, had Henry retained the sense to remark on it, but his cock felt so perfect beneath the smooth, enveloping warmth of the wolf, like it belonged there.

He heard a yelp that brought him back to some measure of lucidity. He came to realize that he was still pressing down on the wolf, hard, and one of his hands was right on top of her spine. He immediately eased up and repositioned his hands. He opened his mouth to offer some comfort to the wolf, but all that came out was a throaty moan as she started to push and thrust against him. The reaction was so unmistakable Henry's brain easily assigned words to it. Her enthusiasm said "Problem fixed now. Nothing to stop good thing. Do more good thing!" Henry chuckled a little bit in between moans and thrusts, realizing that a very similar thread of thought was motivating his actions as well.

Through all the frantic pleasure-seeking and pleasure-savoring, for a long time it escaped Henry's notice that a lot of the sticky wolf goo that had been with him so long had failed to disappear as it did before. In fact it had been thickening, making its presence more and more pronounced. It contributed ever more strongly to the heavenly slickness that characterized the motions between the two enraptured bodies, the pleasure climbing to dizzying heights as they continued to grind against each other. Henry's strength faltered and he slumped back in a daze. He hated to disappoint his ever-enthusiastic partner, but the harried whistling breaths coming from her nose seemed to indicate that she appreciated the respite as well. Seeing her pant desperately without a mouth to do so was quite a thing to behold.

Henry flexed his fingers and gave the wolf a gentle squeeze, some measure of sense returning to him. He tried to shift his position a little bit, the weight on his chest beginning to become a bother. As he moved he felt a strange pulling at his crotch. Trying to force the movement anyway actually approached the threshold of pain. There was a muffled sound from the wolf, a moan or a yip, or maybe one that faded into the other, but the sensation had clearly caught her attention as well. Henry hastily slid himself back to a point where the sensation went away, the movement apparently sending the wrong message to the wolf.

"Hey hold on! There's something- ah!" he cried plaintively.

The wolf had resumed rubbing up against him with steadily rising enthusiasm. Henry grabbed her hips, but found himself stopping short of pushing her away. Not only did he fear what might happen if he moved to aggressively, the sensations that the wolf's movements provoked were powerful. The surging pleasure cutting through his resolve and fitting neatly into a void he hadn't noticed until right then. Now he couldn't imagine going any length of time without this feeling. Heedless of his uncertainty, he found his arms bringing her closer to him, and getting an immediate, very compelling reward for doing so. The pleasure soon had them both falling back into rhythm again, getting ever bolder in an effort to push the bounds. A sharp yelp signaled their arrival at one such bound before long.

"Ah! The hell? We... we're stuck?"

The wolf's yelp had attracted the attention of some of the onlookers, two were down by Henry's legs, sniffing around to investigate the cause of the distress. The connection between Henry and the wolf on top of him was unmistakable now that the sudden shock had shaken him from his reverie. They both twitched slightly as a nose prodded their sensitive regions experimentally, Henry feeling a disquieting tug on his sheath as they did so. Another wolf had approached and was nuzzling his partner to ease her distress.

"Hmph, wish I got someone to help keep me from freaking out," Henry muttered, only to be surprised by a nudge at his side. "Donteatme?"

As if summoned by his distress, the familiar wolf had come to his side. The resonating with the cock inside him confirmed the wolf's identity. It was such a strange thought that Henry hadn't even really noticed the massive shaft still stuck inside him for some time. It was starting to feel like it was part of him. Could one really get used to such a thing? Another nudge and a concerned look got him to turn his attention back to his old friend.

"Well, it's a... hell of a spot I find myself in. Isn't it boy?"

There was a little whine in response.

"I'm sorry. It's just- I'm confused and I don't know what the hell is happening and-"

Donteatme pushed up against him, cutting him off. There was a deep rumble coming from his throat. A smooth, rolling tone that Henry soon recognized. It was how they had called to him, wakened desires within him, and made him comfortable in their midst. He felt himself ease off and relax at hearing and feeling the sound reverberating through him. Baffled as he was at how it could have such a strong effect, it still made it seem as though everything was going to be alright. He even got a little warm fuzzy from hearing the same technique being used to comfort the cock-less wolf he was apparently attached to at the moment. He didn't even question the appearance of the thrumming vibrations starting up in his crotch, apparently put there by the inquisitive wolves down by his legs. How that was meant to help he couldn't fathom, but it all felt too good to care.

The calming vibrations tingling up through his body allowed Henry's arousal to win out over his unease. Gently, almost unconsciously, he started pushing his hips up against the wolf, to her notable approval. She didn't push back though, oddly enough. She seemed to have been lulled into a daze by the song of the other wolves, her weight falling ever more heavily against Henry's body as she relaxed. This put a bit more pressure right where Henry wanted it, and didn't strain the stuck spot like their previous antics had. So though it might simply have been that his mind was addled by the strong, resonating hum, Henry quite enjoyed it. His cock throbbed ever harder, delighting in the electric vibrations nearby. The "singing" wolves near his legs seemed to notice this and were quick to capitalize on it. A thick, rubbery muzzle dipped down beneath his sac, nudging his balls up and pressing the still-vibrating snout down upon the stiffened tissue beneath.

Henry was taken aback by the strange treatment. He never would've imagined that the portion of his shaft within his body would be so responsive, but respond it did. His body heaved and bucked, the force easily soaked up by the limp wolf draped over him. He began to tremble as the sensations overwhelmed him, and had only a moment's notice as his balls tightened, pulling up from the muzzle that supported them. He gave a long, luscious moan as he released his seed, the motions rousing the wolf on top of him from her stupor. Her response was to push herself down on him, squeezing more of Henry's bounty out even as she slickened herself with it.

The sudden thrashing scared off the wolves who were by their heads, but the ones by Henry's legs seemed to be getting just the reaction they were after. Just as Henry thought his peak might've been tapering off, the thrumming stimulation returned, and an unwitting contraction in his ass pushed the wolf cock right up against a sweet spot, pushing him right back to another writhing, shivering high. Though only a few, strikingly hot, little drops were pushed out of him, he still felt all the right muscles throbbing and heaving, making the most of this renewed vigor. Even as post-climax dizzy exhaustion hit him, Henry could feel a craving for that feeling taking root inside him. If climaxes always felt that good, how could he not want more?

"Oof, woah. That came out of nowhere. Holy shit though, I- Oh, I'm sorry."

A little whimper cut off Henry's dazed praise for the experience he'd just had. He'd forgotten that he was beneath someone for whom such an experience was out of reach. His arms had been pushing down at her hips with such vigor and persistence that moving them was quite a painful chore, but Henry still managed it, reaching up to rub the wolf's head.

"It's okay. Come on, you don't have to worry. I'm sure this will resolve itself in time."

It was odd to be offering comfort to someone when he felt so ill at ease himself, but he couldn't deny the empathy he was feeling now for these creatures. It was such a strong effect it was a wonder he hadn't noticed it before. She seemed to appreciate it though, nuzzling his face and drawing closer to him, as if it were really possible for them to get any closer. There was a strange, but wondrous beauty in the moment. A feeling only marred by the hot length between them, still throbbing mightily even having just spent itself so spectacularly. Henry reasoned it must've been the influence of his little helpers down there. He wiggled his hips a bit to try and chase them off. It had hardly the intended results, and in fact had exactly the same results that any other hip motion had achieved of late. Henry gave a shudder and gripped his companion as his hypersensitive flesh was grazed and rubbed by the rubber flesh above it.

"Sorry I- I didn't mean- oh?" The wolf interrupted by nuzzling and rubbing against him. "You like it?"

An assertive thrust and a strong moan gave a very clear answer, in addition to making Henry's eyes roll with the surge in hardness to his length. His arousal hadn't gone down a bit since his sudden peak moments ago. If anything he'd gotten even harder, his flesh straining desperately against the pressure within him.

"Well if you want- I... then I guess-"

Henry couldn't even get the idea into words before his body started to run with it. His hips jerked forward, meeting the assertive motions of his companion. Henry's length throbbed ever harder all the while, pleasure searing through his overwrought mind. He reveled in the exhilaration of his cock sliding inexorably up between them, heedless of the fact that it had long ago reached its full potential. Henry's mind was easily subsumed by the passion with which the pair ground against each other, the strange inconsistencies in the act soon forgotten.

Henry was soon struck by a powerful orgasm, or at least something that had all the key hallmarks of one. A massive surge in pleasure, an explosive heave in his cock, ropes of cum dribbling across his chest... Yet there was something strange and unreal about the experience. It was something Henry didn't get a chance to dwell on as the sensation came again and again, the sticky mess in his fur spreading more and more as the ecstatic release came a third and fourth time, quickly going beyond counting. He came to realize that the sensation matched the enthusiastic humping of the wolf on top of him. The fact that the ever-surging jets from his cock were bright blue liquid rubber now made a great deal more sense. It appeared that the wolf had managed to take full advantage of that connection between them to achieve that release which had so long eluded "her". The repeated waves of blissful release that each felt like orgasms in their own right were just the massive, heaving contractions of the wolf unburdening herself after a long drought brought on by lacking a cock. Henry's mind quickly flitted through all these key realizations as the wolf's enthusiasm began to wane, the messy, rubbery loads tapering off. Rather than an assessment of the situation, Henry could feel only desire, one that only strengthened as the pleasure ebbed.

"Ohgodyes more. More!"

Henry's elated moan overshadowed the muffled yelp that happened as he pressed the wolf's hips forcefully into him. His new hunger still dissatisfied, Henry's frantic mind turned to what he had learned recently of the wolves. His hand found the sweet spot back between the wolf's legs and hammered it mercilessly, with none of the grace and finesse he had used earlier. The wolf unwittingly rewarded Henry's efforts, thrusting forward in renewed throes of passion. The pair had reached the high they'd felt moments before, but 'more, more, more!' still thundered through Henry's mind, his other hand wrapping around their cock. Both of them moaned and thrashed at the contact. Much of the rubbing on the now unfathomably sensitive appendage had been incidental; heaving, impassioned bodies rubbing along its length without tact or purpose. As his fingers squeezed the turgid length though, neither of the participants attached to it were prepared for the electric thrill that the pressure produced. Henry's frenzied, clumsy stroking was done mostly by instinct, and yet was the most richly rewarding thing he'd ever experienced. The fact that this cock in his hand reached his sternum and took a fair amount of time to stroke all the way down only occurred to Henry as another bountiful source of pleasure. Though he'd hardly adjusted to the new sensation, the new hunger continued to gnaw at him, confusingly prompting: "squeeze the knot. They love that!"

Obedient to the strange whims searing through his mind, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of the massive shaft. There was a sharp whimper from the wolf, likely Henry was being overzealous with the amount of pressure he was using. The apparent discomfort though, was mitigated by another vigorous spurt of electric blue rubber goo. The enraptured cat's moan was practically a scream as his grip made the shaft in his hand swell lewdly, warping and lengthening further. The pair shivered as they felt twin heartbeats swelling their shaft further and further, their hot blood mixing in an orgiastic flush as the base of the seething organ flared out suddenly. Henry wasted no time now that he had a knot to squeeze.

The wolf collapsed on top of him, panting with exhaustion. The desperate breaths were harried by the thrusting, still strong and enthusiastic from beneath. Even without the wolf's input, Henry was riding high on the crest of a glorious new peak, the sensation of his new knot dominating his perception of the world, to the exclusion of all else. The load he produced was a tiny, dribbling insult to his massive, voluptuous new organ, but his own seed sliding out of him again was just the release that he had been so desperately craving, the frenzied madness finally loosening its grip on him. Henry was disoriented to the point of motion sickness by the way his eyes had rolled and fluttered in the course of this marathon lovemaking. He closed his eyes as he desperately tried to re-center himself, consciousness flickering as he finally felt the exhaustion that his fervor had staved off for so long.

The flailing cacophony that had shaken the ground so had scared off the rest of the pack that had been attending them, but with their bodies stilled from exertion, the touch of the other wolves returned. Henry's companion got encouraging and comforting nuzzles from the others, whose tails were wagging notably. Apparently she'd done a very good job. Henry would be inclined to agree, judging by the warm trickle of satisfaction still flowing up through him. The wolves had returned to their routine of prodding and rubbing with their muzzles all along anything they could reach between his legs. The sensation now was less exhilarating than before. In fact now in the enveloping afterglow it felt downright comforting. His overwrought muscles were slackening and stretching out, letting the soothing vibrations penetrate deeper and deeper into his flesh. It was like thin coiling tendrils of pure pleasure were snaking through him and he had but to relax and let them do their work. Henry found that his breath had returned, his only use for it to let loose a heady moan.

"Oh, yes! Oh, I like that. Mmmh, good dog. More... c-closer."

His body proceeding before he even realized what his decision-making process was, Henry again clutched the wolf's hips to his body, grinding his own up to meet them. The movement had the desired effect, multiplying the diffuse, warm pleasure into an undeniable hot burst of sensation. The feeling became much clearer, too. It was unmistakably something from the wolf trickling into him through their bond. Henry tried to speak again, but his jaw clamped shut as one of the other wolves' vibrating muzzles snugged right up under his sac, it having been presented so nicely by his movements. The soothing hum seemed to invigorate the two trickles moving down through him, serving as a beacon for their inexorable march through his flesh. He threw back his head and moaned as the trails of pleasure reached their terminus in his balls, once more he found himself desperately begging for more of a pleasure he had only come to know in that instant.

"Oh, oh GOD F-FUUCK YES! More, more of that! F-fill me!"

He could feel the wolf's balls churning in his hands. How they'd gotten there he couldn't rightly recall, but he was quick to squeeze and knead them, seeking more of their bounty. It would seem he was quite correct in thinking that the quivering orbs he clutched and squeezed were the source of the liquid pleasure now pumping into him. The wolf above him jerked and he felt his own balls bounce gently with the force of the shift in mass he had prompted. He moaned louder and squeezed harder as he felt the hot orbs in his sack start to pull down under their steadily increasing bulk. Lost in the wonder of being suffused with this glorious essence, he paid no heed to the sharp whimpers of the wolf he was milking. All that he cared about was that the precious treasure in his hands continued to heave and squeeze at his command, conferring on him this tremendous prize. The sack pulled tight against the wolf, Henry finding that his fingers were getting in each other's way as he pushed up firmly to help deliver the load. He realized dimly that the wolf's exhausted testicles were no longer a job for two hands. He'd worked them over thoroughly enough that they'd shrunk and pulled up away from him. That realization preceded the oozing crescendo of the strange interaction they'd been undergoing, Henry's gonads now resting heavily against his thighs as they greedily soaked up everything that was left for them. It was only when the sensation from his body had quieted that the desperate, pained whimpering actually reached him.

"Oh, oh I... I'm so sorry."

Henry tried to touch the wolf's head, but it shirked his touch, looking to be worried that this was some new means of exploiting it. The other wolves were doing what little they could to offer comfort to the trembling creature, sapped of all its strength. It was so strange that guilt of all things would be occupying his mind at a time like this, but he really had exploited his companion in his wild search for more new exotic pleasures. With that, for the first time he actually began to feel his libido fall and his pounding pulse slow. It was apparently just what his companion needed. The intimate connection between them weakened presently, and soon the exhausted wolf slumped off to the side. It was only then that Henry was struck by how much the wolf had thinned in the course of their encounter. He reached out to the wolf, only to have his hand knocked away. A tense atmosphere pervaded the pack, with Henry having a bit of a stare-down with the wolf that had placed itself protectively between the two lovers. The tension was quickly broken though, by a simple, soft thump on the ground.

The stricken wolf's tail was beating, slowly but unmistakably against the ground. Elation rippled quickly through the pack, nuzzles and happy chirring abounded. Henry delighted in the sensation of the sticky loads smeared all over him being rubbed into his skin, smoothing over his fur and making for a delightfully flawless contact between himself and the wolves presently showering him with affection. He was just as happy as the others that the stricken wolf was going to be alright, but he could barely lift his arms to pet them. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and it took a close companion to see it.

Donteatme muscled his way through the crowd and chased off the revelers. Henry extended a shaky hand to him.

"Oh it's you. Thanks. That was getting to be a bit much."

Henry was taken aback by the hoarseness of his voice now that he was speaking in a somewhat normal tone. Donteatme laid down next to him, burrowing his muzzle up underneath the cat's outstretched arm. He was a bit surprised to find the wolf lifting him up as he stood.

"Oh, am... am I going for another ride?"

He was glad for having Donteatme do most of the work as he gave his best effort at hefting his bulk atop the back of his old friend. The ultra-smooth sensation against his rubberized chest was something that he was ill-equipped to react to, merely slumping over the wolf as he was half-dragged through the forest. In spite of the new stimulation, Henry felt his erection tapering off at last, the trapped blood returning to him and suffusing his body with an ethereal warmth. He groaned aloud at it. The sensation of his meaty shaft pulling back inside his sheath was nearly as overwhelming as it sliding out, compounded by the rush of hot blood that wasn't entirely his own. Donteatme turned gave him a knowing glance at that. Henry's mind got a little fuzzy again, and his next clear recollection was the touch of cold porcelain against his forehead. He lifted his pounding head to see the bathtub in his cabin in front of him, still with the water he had drawn that morning. He was quick to soothe his parched throat with it, scooping up generous handfuls and making quite a mess as he lapped up all he could. Thus fortified, he felt Donteatme tugging at him again, this time leading in the direction of his bed. The wolf's desires seemed quite in line with his own, and he followed.

"I was thirsty, so you brought me to water," Henry groaned as he collapsed into the comforting embrace of his sheets. "I was tired, and you took me to my bed."

Donteatme murmured appreciatively as Henry rubbed his head.

"You... take such good care of me."

Feeling suitably comforted, Henry finally let his exhaustion overtake him. What followed, in his mind, was a raging and downright insatiable fever dream. Wild landscapes spun around, blazing in the hot sunlight as his vision was shaking due to an extreme effort, a particularly energetic pace that seemed to be not exhausting, but exhilarating. He felt presences and warmth beside him and he wanted nothing more than to go forward, to let himself go in this sensation that was part alien and familiar. It was as if he knew what it meant, but not what it was just yet. Then, as the sunlight died down and night began to fall, all he could feel was ecstasy, the closeness of something that brought only comfort and pleasure. With his mind going on to proceed in basic concepts instead of complex ideas and terms, it proved to be a boon as he felt very happy, delighted in this particular scenario whose existence he felt could, should, become a reality. Unable to grasp just about anything besides a contentment that eluded him, he finally went on to wake up as something akin to a climax rushed through his body, leaving him with a messy way to get out of bed as his feet went on to place themselves on the cold floor of his cabin.

Groggy, yet with an inexplicable smile on his face, he removed the sheets from his bed, determined to not let himself go so low as to sleep the next night in a soiled bed, he could see that he had indeed spilled a lot of his seed as he slept, dirtying the lower part of his bed in a messy and sticky affair. His scattered semen had a very slight blue tinge to it, he began to ponder if perhaps this was the result of what had happened the other night. The memories of the event stirred up something inside him as he placed the sheets in an uncaring way along with the rest of his dirty laundry, deciding not to dwell on it too much for the time being.

Going to the bathroom to clean himself up, he went on to look at the still drawn bath, the water inside it being cold now. He had an invigorating plunge of his arm into the water to empty it before proceeding to fill it up once more with more of that priceless hot liquid that would soothe his body. For what it was worth, though, he didn't feel sore in the slightest. He felt rejuvenated, as if that night of sleep had brought back all his energy and even more, which was a rather splendid turn-of-events as far as he was concerned. Going on to take a piss before getting himself into the bath, he was then brought back to a reality that he had rapidly forgotten as he eyed a rather bizarre, yet oddly appealing monstrosity: his penis.

Gone was his feline appendage, with its barbs and its almost coquettish appearance that hid a particular affinity for pleasure. Instead, what he saw was a much thicker, much larger, knotted member of the canine variety, one covered in a rather smooth and bluish latex that he was all too familiar with. As he apprehended the rather burly, yet odd-looking thing that stood between his legs, a spasm went on to make him shiver in place as he made contact with his rod, eliciting a small muffled cry from him as his hand went on to go on and on to explore this discovery. With his fingers clasping on his knot, he then went on to indulge himself more and more, unable to resist the call of yet another sticky orgasm as he played with himself expertly enough to make him spill his seed in the toilet, making him realize that his seed still possessed a light, but still discernible blue color. The mess that had been in his sheets was not just a temporary side effect from last night, but a more permanent one if this was to be believed.

Observing his body as if his eyes were now actually open and receptive to new changes, he went on to see many spots on his fur and body that had changed to the same latex material, covering him in an impromptu and chaotic mess that seemed to cover many areas. Most of his chest, a part of his stomach, excluding his navel, a small part of his right arm, his legs, some of his toes, his scrotum and even part of his face were now unrecognizable as the flesh and fur they once were, turning him into some kind of freak of nature. No longer entirely feline, he was something else, an inexplicable creature now. This was most assuredly the price he had paid for this unforgettable night of debauchery, of his basest instincts taking control and damning all consequences. Caught in this analysis of his newfound form for quite a while, parts of Henry didn't quite know how to react to this. Each contact of his hand over the latex spots were rewarded by a warm, fuzzy feeling. The rubbery flesh seemed smooth and soft on his fingers. It was alarming, yet the benefits were clearly there for him to feel as his earlier impulsive session of masturbation made it quite obvious that he had grown to be a lot more sensitive now, which was actually a huge downside now that he considered the thing. He looked bizarre, but then again...

Lost amidst these thoughts, a familiar sensation trickled down upon him as he felt something stir inside him, making him moan in stupefaction as he went outside his bathroom to check on what he knew was the source. Standing at attention inside his doorway was Donteatme, who looked at him while sitting on his hind legs. Looking at those lifeless orbs that passed as eyes for this unseemly beast, Henry knew immediately why the wolf had come there, why it was waiting for him: it was worried. Donteatme knew that there was a slight distress that discomforted him, a sentiment of helplessness and confusion that ate at him and the brave beast was there to comfort him. Feeling an affinity that seemed to grow stronger and deeper with this oddity of nature, Henry went on to pet the latex wolf on its head, acting as if it was a normal canine. The sensation of the creature's own latex over his own was ecstatic, Henry quickly recoiled his hand away, lest he lose himself in something that he knew he couldn't just get back from. Moving aside from the friendly beast, the penis inside him seemed to twitch continuously, which certainly didn't help him with more rational thinking.

''Okay Donteatme...I'm safe...I'm all right. You can go now...''

The creature sensed that this was not the case, the bond connecting them with Henry somehow granting them a particular knowledge of the inner workings of the writer. Donteatme simply followed him around, as if protecting something dear to it. This caused a slight pulse that never quite calmed down inside Henry, a constant action that he didn't quite know whether he should be happy or angry about. With his thought processes being so muddied and his decision-making skills being impaired, Henry ventured into the kitchen, if only to get himself something to eat. Perhaps hunger was actually making him lose his mind, his blood sugar being exceptionally low or something similar. It was unlikely to be the case, yet it had also been unlikely that he'd wake up with a bigger penis made out of latex. At this point, the impossible seemed to turn into improbability, which in turn changed into whatever the hell it wanted.

Looking at the window, the reason for his strange feelings jumped right at him as he saw the whole pack comfortably set up around his house, some playing around while others humped and indulged each other without any shame in front of him and the other wolves. Transfixed, and unwittingly jealous of those who had themselves a great time right next to his garbage, it took a solid effort from his part to unglue his eyes from that unusual sight so as to focus on what he wanted right now: peanut butter. Trying to concentrate on something so mundane and so non-sexual in its nature, Henry picked up the jar and then removed the lid, ready to just go on and make himself some toast. However, in his hungry state of mind, he instead went on to devour the whole thing. Licking at the salty, yet delicious treat as if his life depended on it, he gulped down great gobs of it, never bothering with bread or anything of the sort, he ate it like a needy animal gobbling down a treat. Doing so messily, he went through half of the jar before realizing what it was that he was doing as he dropped it on the ground, stupefied at just how easy it had been to act by instinct instead of normally. What was wrong with him?

Henry left the kitchen while Donteatme inspected the peanut butter, his interest drawn by how Henry snarfed it down. Henry carried his nude self around as he went on his computer, trying to concentrate on his work instead of his desire to pound and get pounded, an urge that was fuelled by the spasms inside his own anus. Perhaps losing himself in his work would do him some good. Hell, being more impulsive would probably be a boon to his creativity. He then went on to stare at his computer screen as he opened up a word document, hoping for inspiration as he proceeded to type.

That bitch, that rude and decisively possessive woman was dead, and no one else was as glad as me that this fact was the truth. How many years had she been a thorn on the side of everyone she had met? How long had it been since she had been the source of a positive thought? Too long, it seemed, as I had to understand one simple fact: who had actually decided to grant a boon to this world and finish her off?-

Actually pleased about this start, Henry felt that his fingers and the keyboard were one, a sensation that he hadn't felt in years. So easily, he entered the zone, the story and its flow fluidly appearing on the screen, the sound of letters being typed were a true musical feast for his ears. Striking while the iron was hot, Henry lost himself as he went on to concentrate fully on his work, gleefully happy about just how easy it was to go into near-trance with his writing. Perhaps he'd finally get the break he deserved now, as he followed his hunch and wrote like a madman, a smile on his face. His right hand sometimes going to his crotch, he figured that he had the right to give himself a treat from time to time as he moaned and did so without backing away from what he was doing. Soon, he felt the presence of Donteatme nearby him, settling down beside his chair as he watched the writer at work. Left unbothered by this, he wrote, then wrote and then wrote some more until he was satiated, leaving him content in a way that he couldn't quite describe. Looking at the window, he was aghast about the fact that night had fallen. The starry sky and the moon barely covered the wolves that were playing and messing around in his yard. Surprised about how long he was lost in this unique experience, Henry then went on to look at his handiwork, figuring that he'd have to edit a lot of it down, but he'd at least have something to work with.

And now, Samantha was dead too. A pitiable thing. Her COCK demise wasn't the only surprise to Jim, though, as the murder weapon, a big COCK wrench that was covered in her own COCK blood. By now, he should have been accustomed to seeing COCK women in his life being dead, but the sight was wholly unfamiliar to him. a COCK boon in disguise.

Looking at some of his handiwork, Henry began to scroll down some more, shocked as to what he was seeing as the pattern emerging was quite obvious for him to see at this point.

''Well, there's the COCK of it, Jim. COCK is gone. COCK will never come back. COCK COCK and then there's COCK. You catch my COCK?''

Panicking, Henry scrolled even further down to the last paragraph he wrote, finally realizing what he had done.

NEED COCK. WANT COCK. SUCKING FUCKING SEXSEXSEX COCK LATEX FEEL SO GOOD. DONTEATME IS A STUD. WANTSEXSOBAD.

And then he looked beneath the desk, seeing that it was covered in semen, some evidently not-so fresh as he had unwittingly pleasured himself many times whilst writing this. Some was even on Donteatme who was resting its head on his legs, quite close to his transformed cock. He had been lost in his own instinctual lust and he had never caught on. Going to his bathroom, he then went to the tub, scrubbing and splashing at himself, trying to get the latex off. In clear panic, he then jumped in despite the cold temperature of the water, shivering as he used his soap desperately in order to return to normal. It had been a curiosity for a while, but now it was neither funny nor novel anymore. If he couldn't actually live without a complete fixation on sex and self-pleasure, then what would he become if this continued?

The water was handily repelled by the latex, quite firmly latched on his fur. Henry couldn't fathom how stupid he had been to go on unabashed with all this. Why had he been so lost in wanderlust, in pure jovial and trivial matter of luxury when his way of life was threatened thusly? This was the fruit of his ignorance, of his contempt for long-term thinking right there, as he felt that his life was over, that there was nothing left to do but devolve into nothingness. Just as those dark thought burgeoned within the darkest recesses of his mind, Donteatme arrived, going on to jump in the water and assault him with splashy cuddles. The creature being shockingly warm, Henry instinctively grasped at it as the reality of the cold water hit him dead on, making him shiver as he proceeded to get out of the tub. Going for a towel, he was instead put down on the ground by Donteatme, who then laid down on him, using his own warmth to keep him from getting sick.

At this moment, Henry wanted to curse this creature for this strange fate imposed upon him, yet the proximity of Donteatme, his heat and the way the penis inside him pulsed madly and comfortably made it impossible for him to get mad. It was so pleasant, so natural to him, that he felt that this was something that cemented the bond between Donteatme and him. This creature actually knew the problems he was going through and he cared about his well-being enough to make sure he'd be okay. He knew his own mind wasn't all that well right now, that it was changed in ways that he could not even fathom, yet this was unbearably sweet.

Turning around slowly, Henry went on to pet that lovable creature. As his latex-covered fingers went on to touch the latex skin of Donteatme, which only served to enhance the arousal that he felt. With his penis poking against Donteatme, Henry felt that perhaps changing wouldn't be so bad. When he thought about sex, about pleasure and about indulging himself like he did last night, all his worried faded away. When was the last time he felt so bold, so lucky, so alive then when he had merely followed this gentle creature into the woods. They had been considerate about his feelings, about how awkward this seemed to him. He had been a part of things, without any words being exchanged. It was natural. It was magical. Bestial. Downright savage but also sweet. He kind of wanted to have another go at it right now, if only to experience it one more time before whatever inevitable destiny befell him. He was scared, but at least there was this brave beast to support him along the way, that had shared something with him in a manner that he didn't understand completely, yet cherished all the same.

As his spirits began to lift slightly, he turned his head around to see the other wolves, hearing them mumble as they all stopped in front of the open bathroom door, their eyes set on Donteatme and Henry. Despite their empty expression, Henry could understand them completely, as they understood him. They were here to continue what had been started, what they felt Henry needed and wanted. With a few entering the room and helping him get up, he and Donteatme went toward the kitchen, where there was more room for them to go on with what they all felt like doing. The door was left open, there was a chilly breeze coming in. A mostly empty jar of peanut butter and a discarded coffee cup from earlier were scattered on the ground, yet this was perfect. With Henry still nude and half-covered in latex, it wasn't a problem to him anymore whether things were optimal or not. He wanted to fuck and that was all there was to it. They wanted someone to give them pleasure and he wanted some too, and that's all that was needed. It was a symbiosis of latex and ecstasy.

They all surrounded him now, as he understood what was expected of him. Many went on to lay on their back, showing a vulnerability that was also an offer of delight, an invitation to something akin to a ritual mired in bestial lust. With Donteatme being by his side and the pulsing sensation within him being impossibly strong due to the arousal of the one he shared a bond with, Henry went on to use both of his hands to rub and tease the two sets of testicles within most easy reach. Not minding their sizes, he kneaded and rubbed them in a manner that was most efficient, the know-how infused within his thoughts now. This would not be the same thing as last night, with him going painfully overboard now and they knew this. The fear they had near the end was gone, replaced by an innate trust as he could see the others hump each other and the furniture around him. They were making a mess and a lot of noise, yet there was nothing bizarre or even anger-inducing in this. Henry knew what was happening now, the happy whimpers symbolized that he had understood some things about the wolves' needs. Their members shook with a prompt desire to unleash their approval, to make things official. Using his palms, which were barely covered in latex, Henry could feel every little intricacy of the intimate parts of his packmates. It was a nirvana of sensation, with Henry closing his eyes to truly feel and understand everything that he was doing.

With a muffled exclamation both of the wolves came, long and hard. Their blue and thick semen landed on Henry's exposed sides, most of it by pure accident. This, however, woke something that was stirring deep within Henry, an aspect of himself that had been implanted during his sleep. He remembered running, fucking and downright enjoying nature and the pack. He felt like one of their own and thus began Henry's frenzy as he then went on to use some of the semen to lube up his tailhole. It was near unnecessary a gesture, considering how open up it was due to the pulsating penis trapped in his bowels, yet he felt that it was needed for the moment. Taking the initiative, he then impaled his anus on one of the members offered to him as he sat down on the excited creature that whimpered happily, panting with abandon at the boldness of this new addition to the pack. His mouth agape at just how poorly prepared he was to handle his own naive boldness, Henry began to breathe quickly, trying to relax. His anus not entirely made to encompass two very large members, he squirmed, moaned and nearly cried due to how this filled him with a pleasure and pain that was beyond his comprehension. Trying to spread himself out and to relax, he moved his hands and legs further, if only to not stay static. This gesture made Henry's hands and feet free as the wolves went on to rub themselves on them, trying to help him relax with affection and added sensations. Needy privates, swollen members and offerings of nethers were all wondrous and nearly indistinguishable parts of this insanely lustful night that had just begun as Henry felt fulfilled despite the twinge of pain. The center of the attention and the main instigator of whatever would happen next, he smiled and then moaned, unable to take much more as he came violently for the first time in what promised to be a messy affair.

He could feel Donteatme being delighted, with a cock being rubbed against his own that was lodged deep inside Henry. He squirmed and mumbled as his own small cries were joined by those who used Henry to his fullest, rubbing their genitals on fingers, on his arms, on his feet, on everything that was offered. With the one beneath Henry squirming, its knot was getting thicker and bigger as it got comfortable and large within the not-so-tight pecker of the not-quite-feline-anymore.

The chilly air of the night was no problem, the heat around and the warmth covering everything in a blanket of debauchery and abandon, the pack simply proceeding to do things as they normally would despite being in an unusual environment. They followed the moves and initiatives of the generous and lovable being they courted as many began to spurt down on him, their own eagerness covering his fur and the spots of latex he already possessed.

For Henry, though, this was merely a catalyst of things to come, a test that was intensely pleasurable despite it all. What he had been was gone forever and this was something different, a metamorphosis of his being. The fact that it was incredible and that it made him feel giddy with untold pleasure was quite a bonus, though. Gone was the clarity in which he conducted himself last night, replaced by instinct and a focus on the present. He didn't quite know everything that was going on around him, nor did he concentrate on specifics. What mattered was the big picture and how he felt, how they felt. He could see and sense the blue sludge trailing down on his chest, on his stomach. More than that, he felt it incorporate in his body as his insides got smoother too, making him feel a bliss that left him beyond satisfied. Like a transcendental experience that was covered in illusion-breaking orgasms, nothing mattered so much as to make this go on for as long as possible. Lost in this, he then went on to rise, wishing to experiment, to do as much as he could. The latex enhancing his tactile sensation, he came as he felt the second cock in his ass go out with a pop, the knot making him squirm as it left him. With such a particularly brilliant sensation, he went on to realize a simple fact, one that made him giddy with joy. He could connect with all of them. He had to.

Getting on all fours, he continued to pant as his ass was rocked by the proximity of Donteatme. Approaching another wolf, he then went on to lick his balls, if only to taste the latex on his tongue. He wanted to savor the experience, letting his actions speak volumes more than what mere words could really describe. After all, he understood them completely even though they merely mumbled and whimpered. Words were unnecessary as he then went on to lick the uneasily long shaft of one of the latex wolves. He proceeded to swallow the tip, then gulp the member down slowly and greedily. With the canine rod sliding down easily inside his mouth and throat, the taste went on to become heavenly, encouraging him to continue in this endeavour. As he lost control of himself, so did he lose control of the group as well, who recognized when one was lost to lust. One of the wolves, recognizing an opportunity and bold enough to take it, then went on to mount Henry, using the already busily-filled ass to add to the pleasure, which only caused the transformed feline to muffle in approval, his own desires being fulfilled without the need to utter anything aloud. With another dick filling his ass, the multiple-penetration made him gasp as he was busy deep-throating another from the pack. About to lose it, another wolf went on to mumble and nuzzle at the other's audacity, a gesture to tell him to calm down a bit, lest their newest addition would lose it.

The rough penetration getting gentler, it allowed Henry to regulate his breathing and to then resume his activity as the cock slid further down in a smooth and effortless manner. As the other latex wolf got excited, its knot then went on to expand, sealing its position inside his throat as Henry began to have some difficulty breathing. Inhaling and exhaling through his nose, he did so slowly at first in order not to panic. It was his first time doing so and, in his eagerness, he had forgotten some facts of how this worked. With his ass being pounded slowly, he could feel that much of the activity was dying down as they all observed him, curious as to whether their newest companion would be okay. Donteatme went on to nuzzle him a bit, his muzzle poking at Henry's side to let him know that he was there. With the spasms in his anus subsiding for the time being, Henry then went on to take control of the situation, doing so gently at first. Bobbing his head down, then up, he did so at a steady pace in order not to overwhelm himself. He knew that they all worried about him, yet the fact that they observed him gave him a boost that was much needed as he proceeded to suck all the way, his saliva and tongue doing their job magnificently.

And then, as it went on and as he gained courage and boldness, the inevitable occurred as he received the blue jism that he had been expecting. The taste being electric and downright alien, he nonetheless wanted more as he felt that he had to suck one more off, just to connect with all of them in his own way. As he removed his lips and proceeded to try to move away, the penis ripped away, leaving it lodged inside his throat. Taken aback by this development, Henry gave a muffled cough as he then felt his neck and throat adjust themselves to what was stuck in there. Breathing normally, he tried to talk, only for his voice to come out as an inarticulate mumble. Feeling that this was certainly one way to connect with them all, he then went right back to the bestial orgy in his kitchen as he felt the protrusions into his body vibrate and squirm, granting him an unique, albeit overwhelming amount of delight. With a slight jolt in his stomach due to what he had ingested, he felt his body tingle with a spark that was beyond what he knew, yet he could tell instinctively that it was natural and something that meant that he was truly a part of the pack now. With renewed vigor, he then went back to them, ready to unleash his all to make this a night that they would remember just as much as the last one...

He must have passed out.

Waking up in his bed, he wondered just how exactly he got there. Seeing the latex wolves sleeping by his side or just beneath the bed, he began to picture things a little more clearly. Flashes of past events, remembrances of things that he did, it all came back like a great flood within his mind as he began to drowsily walk toward the bathroom. Finding the floor slippery as he advanced, he roughly succeeded in his endeavor as. It was dawn outside, giving him barely enough light to reach the bathroom. Turning the lights on with some difficulty, he then looked in the mirror and saw just how changed he was. Gone were his feline features, replaced by canine latex ones. A long muzzle, large, pointed ears, no more fur whatsoever, his hands changed into troublesome paws, his lean tail replaced by a thick fluffy one. He knew exactly what was happening to him now. In three nights, he had changed as the latex covered him entirely. Its encompassing grasp included his mouth. The latex spewing from the cock jammed in his mouth had sealed all over the opening of his long and imposing muzzle, which left him no voice other than mumbles and growls. He had gotten his wish.

He was a part of the pack now.

Looking back at the door, he could see Donteatme coming near him, followed by the others. They'd had their fun and now he was a part of their pack. He could feel it. That drive, that pounding need to mate, to penetrate someone. But he and all his companions were sealed up tight. There was no way for them to satisfy their lusts anymore. They had to seek one out. They had to search for someone whose holes hadn't been filled yet, and fix that...

It was time for the hunt. The hunt for more pleasure, for further nights and days like the ones that he had been a part of. His life as Henry was over now. It was time to be someone else, _something_else even. Looking at the faintly rising sun, he mumbled a few words as he then went outside what was once his home. He left as a wolf, ready to go with his pack as he headed for the woods in search of prey.

This was time for hunt. It was time for sex. For mating.

The pack follows. Love and need unite us. Lust and strength magnify us.

We are strong. We want to share it. Sexsexsex. All that matters. Running. Playing. Mating.

Familiar ground. Trees remember. Place where I became me. Memories. Good ones.

A few steps. Branches cracking. Voices rising up.

''Henry. Where are you? Shout if you can hear us!''

Prey come. Sexsexsex. Pack get ready.

The hunt is on.