The S-Rank Adventurer Becomes Wolf Meat
Story by Final_Furry on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
It was no surprise when Anya awoke once again to the dark, silent night. She had not been able to sleep more than a few fitful spans so far, in the meantime doing plenty of tossing and turning.
Shut away in lavish bedchambers, the light of the moon still found her. Silver glowed in the mirror and washed over her slender, taut body. Perky tits cast shadows down her stomach, gold glinting where her belly button was pierced. Legs reached down to the maw of darkness at the foot of the bed. Red hair softly touched bare skin where it spilled, a strand she ran between her fingers a few moments while watching the ceiling.
The night was so calm that even the creaky old longhouse did not have any groaning to do. She shifted onto her side, hugging one of the fur pillows. The shadows on the side of her butt did not move. A curving symbol in dark ink, like that of a fang, marked her.
At last the fog began to surround her thoughts. Shadows shifted, thickened until they were as trees looming in the haze of an early spring morning out in the woods.
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Anya stepped through bushes and tall ferns to find a rubble-strewn clearing waiting on the other side. Cracked old boulders webbed in lichen in patterns not too dissimilar to the spattered frozen goblin blood staining her morningstar.
Her quest had been completed and with ease at that, not much of a task for an S-tier adventurer. The villagers had no idea what that even meant but were happy enough when she agreed to deal with the green bandits raiding their countryside. They had been led by not one but two arch goblins- and it took as many swings of her weapon to neutralize them. Now she was merely sightseeing, in case any treasure or other points of interest might be hidden in the snowy boreal woods.
As the breeze kicked up, a low howl rose in the woods. Anya stood rigid, surveying the surroundings for any danger. It sounded like a whole pack of timberwolves were announcing themselves just uphill. Her boots scraped on rocks arranged in stairsteps. But no wolves waited for her- at least not real ones. In a ring were arranged stone totems. Stylized wolfish faces stacked atop one another with white pearly eyes and hollow mouths flanked by etched fangs. The wind passed through a labyrinth of internal passages which translated into the howling sound.
The main attraction was in the center of the ring. One boulder stood as tall as a house, adorned with a gigantic wolf skull. The bony maw sat wide open, large enough for a person on horseback to pass. There didn't appear to be anything else at foot here but it bore investigation anyway.
It became clear immediately that her trespassing had not gone unnoticed. The air became cooler all at once. The form fitting leather pants and fur lined leather armor had been plenty to keep comfortable in the spring air. Suddenly she was shivering as if it were mid-winter. Only then did Anya notice slash marks scoured into some of the rocks as if laid by a giant paw.
A droplet of water fell from one of the skull's ice-encrusted fangs. Shining in the sunlight. Then shining in the moonlight by the time it hit the ground.
A starry night filled the sky above, under which stretched out boundless white plains. Ice and snow covered a mountainous landscape under eternal night. Even the cold itself was sharper, heavier. It didn't just cut to the bone, but felt as if it laid them bare and chilled every cell of the body. This place had never known sunlight- she was sure of that on an instinctual level. A ring of mountains on the horizon were aflame with an aurora. Something similar played across her skin and the layer of frost already forming on it. A shining outline that traced out her silhouette.
Two stars flared brighter as another aurora formed around the hollow shape of a huge wolf, one that would probably fit the the big skull back in the real world. The spectral wolf lowered its head and took a whiff. A bit of the light from Anya's aura was drawn in to mingle with that of the beast's. Its eyes flashed again into a bright void that in turn dropped her back at the shrine.
As she gasped, her breath blew frost a couple times until she found she was not actually freezing to death. Compared to that strange cold realm, the woods were a tropical paradise.
She was sitting with knees hugged to her chest. Suddenly, a gnarled hand weighed on her shoulder. An old witch stood behind her, clad in a gray, white marbled fur robe and fur-lined wooden mask that was unmistakably wolfish in appearance.
"Lunari has accepted your offer. She will arrive in one week,"
"What offer?!"
Anya's voice was lost as the wind gusted, kicking up snow into the clearing.
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Anya was back in the guest chambers. It was a howl that awoken her. More and more wolves were being seen around the village in the last few days. And it was a given that pawprints would be in the snow beneath the bedroom's window. They were not making themselves a nuisance to anybody else. Not so much as a sheep was taken by the great gray creatures. All the same, she spotted them lurking everywhere at night. Yellow eyes glinted from shadows across glittering blue snow.
Keeping tabs on her of course. Anya sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed, with her smooth and rounded pale peaches cast in moonlight. Hopefully they enjoyed the view.
If it hadn't been for them, she would have skipped town once learning what this "Lunari" wanted for her part of the bargain. The dreams thundered through the sleeping planes and rattled all the mages and seers in the village out of their beds. The first several times she tried to ask what was going on, she was drowned out with praise for the good fortune and prosperity she would bring to the village.
There was no convincing anybody, no way of running thanks to the stalking wolves. It was simply decided.
Waiting on a peg on the bedpost was the ceremonial cloak, which looked just like the garment worn by the old witch. That was all that she was to cover herself with, nothing beneath. It was uncomfortably short on the tall adventurer, to say nothing of the chill it left her with.
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The feast hall was lively even before Anya passed through the big double doors. Her thoughts tangled already with what she would have to do today. And her mind was further shocked when she stumbled into more of a celebration than anything.
The Jarl- the one that had given her the fateful quest in the first place, had invited relatives from far and wide. All excited for her "service" to the tribe. The pleasantries and small talk felt like chewing ash as her hands constantly held down the hem of her cloak, only inches from giving them all a show.
"Hey look! Miss Anya!"
The Jarl's son, a chubby boy red of face and hair both. He called her as he stood by his father's throne and surrounded by a gang of comrades. They all looked up at her expectantly.
"This is you," the boy said, holding up a cookie. Which he then ravenously chomped into while growling until it was devoured and crumbled to bits.
The other kids as well as a couple of older relatives nearby, found this to be the height of comedy and a round of laughter rewarded the little brat. Red faced, Anya was about to reply when a familiar old claw touched her hand.
"It is time for the purification bath, my dear," The old woman informed.
Anya grimaced, "I was planning on some breakfast first,"
A cackle erupted from the crone, still clear and unmuffled by her mask.
"Oh, it won't hurt to skip it. Today you are the meal- your thoughts should be on making your soul as tasty as possible for Lunari,"
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Dusk was falling as Anya's bare feet set upon the path of stones. It was uphill, toward the windy slopes sandwiching the village between themselves and the cliffs against which the sea crashed. She marched in the shady fringe of torchlight in between two lines of villagers.
Of course, there were guards bringing up the rear- far enough not to give the impression that they were forcing her onward but prepared to do so if it became necessary. With a quick backward glance, she almost thought she could see one of the wolves darting just behind their fluttering cloaks. She entertained pointing it out to him and using the distraction to escape..
On cue, a howl rose up somewhere far out in the woods. That plan probably wouldn't lead to anywhere else than where she was going right now.
More calls were going up into the deep azure sky now, some close enough that they must be just inside the treeline. There were gasps and pointed fingers among the villagers, but it didn't deter them all that much. The procession did draw closer together though. Other than that, it was all jobial conversation and joking.
"It's all just a big bloody part, isn't it?" Anya growled.
At the top of the hill, the wind was able to blast her in full. A strong gust sent her cloak fluttering and she could feel the chilly air on her exposed ass. A few whistles came from the crowd of onlookers. She scowled in search of the perverts. Anya was poised in the middle of a circular span of white stones and fenced in by the crowds that had come to watch.
But then the wind died out entirely and the whole world fell silent. A thick hush came over everything, with the flames of torches hardly willing to crackle. A single howl rose up in the distance, one titanic and long signal.
The ground shook and trees parted for a massive, swiftly moving shadow to emerge from the dark woods. All eyes gawked at the monstrous figure that strode out into the dusky light.
The shewolf was not merely gigantic in stature. She was fat, broad, with milk-bloated teats swinging beneath her and heavy with enough milk to crush any cottage. The hefty, snarling bitch-mother was clearly not in danger of going hungry and yet licked her chops all the same in anticipation of a meal. Anya clenched her fists, shoulders lowering with bitterness. But then noticed two other figures trailing at either side of the wolfess.
Pups by the look of them, with their proportions scaled up to be slightly larger than horses. Anya felt her body tremble and it wasn't just from the giant paws beating a path toward her. She gulped, looking up at the lupine face looming over her. The two pups were not so reserved and they trotted right over, noses sniffing over Anya from top to bottom.
A wave of hot breath washed over her, sending the scant cloak fluttering off her body. She was lashed from both sides by tongues, salivating as they tasted the morsel. There was a flash of colors, the blues and greens of an aurora, in the eyes of the pups.
They stood side by side in front of her, and the erect nipples standing out in the cold. She braced herself, sure that they were about to take the first bites. Instead, they each latched on to one of her breasts and began to suck at them. She grunted when one became a little too vigorous trying to extract milk, stretching her breast out like rubber before relaxing.
Their mother issued a warning growl that sent them rushing back between her paws.
Lunari opened her mouth then, a sharp grin forming in the first rays of moonlight. The situation set in all over again with a shiver from Anya's toes to her neck. Stripped naked, about to be devoured. And the excited chatter of the crowd watching it happen. The villagers didn't view it as a horrific mauling. They only continued to chant praises and prayers to the wolf even as its maw was descending toward her.
A welling scream rose in her throat but before it had time to reach full volume, it was echoing dully down the throat of the giant wolfess. The jaws clamped halfway down her body, arms pinned to her sides as her upper torso was wedged between the two fangs. Stomach, rear end and thrasing legs were all that was left exposed as she was lifted up into the air. For a time she was held in this position, struggling and yelling in vain into the wet, humid darkness.
Anya relaxed, struck by both the futility of her struggle and the pleasing warmth inside the wolfess' mouth. She hung, limply, with her rear end bearing the brunt of the cold wind.
With a slimy slithering sound, the tongue flexed beneath her and pressed up against her body. Outside, the villagers watched as the giant tongue sprouted from below Anya's legs, nudging them askew and giving a full view of her womanly goods for the whole world to see.
A dextrous tentacle of pure muscle began to work and lap up the woman's legs, tip curling up to slap the bare ass and coat it with saliva. Pressing into the taut cheeks and massaging against them, there was a muffled scream inside her mouth when the tip slipped inside.
Prayers and chants ceased as the crowds watched in awe at how much of the tongue was disappearing inside the sacrifice. It slithered out, then plunged back inside. Each lap sent their mutual fluids spattering over the surroundings. Anya's legs flexed, toes curled as she was tongue fucked. To say nothing of her cheeks being clapped at an increasing pace. At last there was a squirt that traveled far overhead in an arc, reaching the crowd with its power and trajectory.
The wolfess' tongue popped as it withdrew from Anya's loins, leaving her limp and trembling in the jaws. She was lowered to the ground, her wet ass sticking and freezing to the bare rock. A paw pressed down on her legs for additional hold and then the wolfess tugged. For a short but excruciating moment, Anya was stretched out with her stomach growing far longer and thinner than it should have been. Finally she was ripped in half, her upper body tossed to the back of the maw.
Anya had one more brief glimpse at a full moon in the dusk sky and caged by the shadows of teeth. A molar came down. With a crack that could be heard by the crowd, her head was crushed and the rest of her ground into a delicious paste without further ado. Her lower half was devoured by the pups, each of them siezing a leg and a game of tug-of-war ensued until she was divided once more.
The remaining mess was swiftly lapped up and by the time the wolfess licked her chops in satisfaction, any and all trace of the adventurer was gone.
Lunari and her pups would watch over the village for many years from that day onward.
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Naked, frozen to the ground and able to do nothing but write at the incessant cold wind that pierced her body. In this pocket afterlife, the cold could sink its fangs as deeply as it wanted. It could chew and gnaw at flesh frozen solid but still alive. Lunari was merciful though, and would eventually let the former adventurer move on after about 10,000 years.