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Broken by the Wolf

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Wow..."

Tyler groaned, pressing his fingers into the small of his back, fingertips digging in where the soreness was most stringent. Sitting in a lecture hall all day long wasn't the worst of it, though Wednesday seemed like the most vicious day of the week to have a full day of lectures at his college. Although he'd worked damn hard to get where he was, he couldn't help but resent, just a little bit, having to work so hard when the weather too was so blisteringly hot. Cursing under his breath, the thin man ran his fingers through his brown hair, which was usually chestnut but had been lightened by the unrelenting sunshine, the hairs longer than he would have liked and clumped together at the back of his neck with sticky sweat. Couldn't the rain just come already?

Maybe Payat would do a rain dance for them and call a storm down? He'd asked before but his Native American friend, a man that he'd met solely as he was looking for a partner in biology one day, purely by chance, had said it was racist to ask. But wasn't everything racist if you thought hard enough about it? Everything seemed to offend someone and it seemed like a jest to take something as racism when Payat had such a grin on his face, smile stark against his olive skin and dark hair. He had eyes on him wherever he went and was a man certainly proud of his heritage despite the lingering stigma. But they didn't have to associate with that kind of close-minded person.

Even his girlfriend, the gorgeous blonde who was, clearly, out of his league, liked him, her smile widening from the very first moment she'd laid eyes on Payat. Maddison had leaned into Tyler, trailing her fingertips down his arm, though all he'd been able to focus on was the sensation of her breasts against his shoulder, her chest tucked back behind him as if she was trying to use his admittedly narrower frame to hide behind. Yet that didn't make it any less difficult to think, to keep his breathing steady and even as her breasts pressed softly against him and she murmured a greeting to his new friend from beneath lowered eyelashes.

So shy! He would never have guessed it from how she near enough attacked him in the bedroom, everything she gave him a new experience, alluring and fresh and oh so very sensual. He hadn't had that much before college. He hadn't had much of anything, if truth was told, before college and Maddison came blissfully into his life. And then everything had come better, much, much better.

His pace quickened as he shouldered his backpack and headed back to the dorm at a swift pace, though tiredness tried to drag him back, call him to a nice coffee shop and a shady bench. But the lure of Maddison, his girlfriend with those shockingly blue eyes calling him to the dorm where he knew she was waiting with fierce intent. She'd already been texting him for pretty much the whole day about just what she wanted to do to him as soon as he got back, though just how she'd managed to sneak into his dorm, yet again, was another question entirely.

Tyler grinned, though it was more of a cheesy smile than one of masculine, cocky confidence. Maybe she just wanted him that badly – so badly that she was willing to risk being caught in order to fuck him. It must have been his lucky day!

Or not so much. He groaned deep in the back of his throat as he stepped back into the shade of the dorm, a block of hallways and communal kitchens that were hardly ever used in lieu of the meal plan offered by the college canteen. Regardless, he forced himself up the stairs – the elevators were, of course, still broken – and past posters advertising clubs, events, a new coffee at the student coffee shop on campus and more still preaching the necessity for safe sex. He barked a short laugh, although there was little humour in the tone: he'd seen all the posters before. It didn't matter to him as long as Maddison was on the pill though, as she assured him that she was taking care of everything on that side that he needed to worry about. And just what reason had she ever given him to worry?

Perhaps he should have worried. Perhaps he should have turned back from the dorm as he entered his hallway, calves burning from ascending two flights of stairs (he really had to start going to the gym if just two flights had him so out of breath, his thin chest heaving). But there was no way to go back once he'd begun and the smile stayed on his lips as he made his way down the hallway without a single clue of what lay behind the door of his room.

The slide of his key into the lock was loud in the quiet – why was it so quiet? – but he barely noticed it as he swung open the door. And then he froze, eyes wide and heart in his throat, heartbeat pounding in his ears, a deafening roar that deadened every last scrap of sound that may have otherwise reached his ears.

Payat. His best friend, Payat. His best friend was on his bed with Maddison beneath him. And there could be no mistaking just what they were doing, bodies rising and falling nakedly together as his girlfriend moaned loudly, almost too loudly, as his cock slammed into her over and over again.

Time seemed to slow as Maddison's eyes locked onto Tyler's horrified ones, fighting to process just what was happening before him as Payat's buttocks clenched driving into her with even more power than before, or so it seemed. The man fucking his girlfriend growled coarsely, pinning Maddison down with her arms back behind her head as she tried to move away, though there was no question of her consent as her fear for Tyler devolved far too swiftly into crude moans of lust that Tyler had never been able to draw from her.

He could have done nothing. He was the nerd, wasn't he, the one who never came out on top. It was to be expected that he would fail and, really, hadn't he always known that Maddison was out of his league? In fact, Tyler had turned to leave before whipping back around, possessed by a higher power that, in hindsight, he simply could not have explained.

No. He was not going to be the wimpy guy anymore, the one who lost his girlfriend to his better looking best friend. Tyler wasn't going to be the nerd and he was going to be stronger than him!

Not this time!

“Just... Payat! What the hell?"

It wasn't the most impressive challenge he could have delivered in the moment but Tyler could have done a lot worse too. The olive-skinned man who he'd thought was his friend barely glanced back over his shoulder at him, Payat's hips working as he crammed Tyler's girlfriend full of his cock.

“Tyler!"

At least Maddison had the presence of mind to shriek, though her moment of being wide-eyed and staring was fleeting at best as Payat clearly hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her passage.

Tyler's hands clenched into fists. He knew just how her pussy felt wrapped around his cock, hot and tight and wet, as if she was trying to drag him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. He'd not known just how deliciously tight a woman could be before – a couple of casual flings didn't really count – and had thought himself lucky, very lucky, to land a woman as beautiful as her. Of course, her intelligence was without question or else she wouldn't have made it to college, although she wasn't on a scholarship, her family paying her way.

Oh! It was all too confusing! Tyler growled and advanced, his fists raised, anger blazing.

“You get the hell out of here, Payat, if you know what's good for you," he hissed, a muscle jumping at the corner of his jaw. “Get the fuck out and I'll forget this ever happened, but don't you dare expect me to be your partner in biology ever again."

What a threat. It was weak even to his ears and Payat laughed as he leaned further over Maddison, releasing her arms as his glutes worked to drive into her, the point of orgasm clearly nearly upon him.

“Dude, like that fucking matters..."

And Tyler saw red – he couldn't have possibly explained it any other way. Lunging for Payat, he let out a hoarse cry, and then, and only then, did the man who'd stolen his beautiful girlfriend pull away from her, eyes flashing with anger that Tyler could never have measured up to.

Tyler didn't see the fist connect with his head. Neither did he feel the carpet on his face as he dropped to the floor, out cold.

Standing over him with a hard cock dripping with his friend's girlfriend's arousal, Payat laughed cruelly.

But all was black for Tyler.

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When he came to, it was not in his dorm room. Tyler groaned as he swam back to the realm of consciousness, flat on his back with something wet seeping into his shoulders and buttocks. He tried to roll over, head spinning, and thought better of it as nausea welled up in the pit of his stomach, blinking rapidly as a canopy of trees flickered into blurry view.

“Nice of you to join us."

Payat. Tyler clenched his jaw, though that only made the pounding in his head even worse as he forced himself, through sheer, raw will alone, to roll over onto all fours, groaning deep in the back of his throat as the drone in his ears increased. Fuck! Just how hard had that cock hit him anyway? Although he would never have thought so badly of Payat, or anyone else for that matter, before the incident itself, swear after swear and curse after curse flowed through his mind like water, the young man spitting out muck and mud and something far worse still as he fought to get his bearings.

If only he'd never gone into his dorm room, perhaps everything would have been different. But Tyler was not to know of the fate that awaited him, cold and unyielding in its absolute certainty.

Payat loomed over him, his expression twisted and ugly with distaste. Maddison hovered behind him, her arms wrapped around her torso, although both of them had donned some manner of clothing. He didn't care to see what it was, eyes raking the bareness of Payat's chest with hatred that he would not conceal. Let him see! Let him know just what he'd down and what would be coming to him for it!

But Payat didn't have anything coming to him at all as his expression melted into a cool detachment, the man sweeping his hair back from his face as if he was slicking it back over his skull.

“You were never good enough for her."

Tyler growled and shook his head as he staggered up onto a knee, but that was as far as he managed to get before his brain ping-ponging off the inside of his skull stopped him. Payat must have had one hell of a swing on that arm of his to knock him out cold for so long, for he could only assume, with a cold kind of distance to the situation at hand, that he had been dragged out into the woods extending from the far side of campus. Who knew how far they stretched, as he had never been one to pay attention to local history? The only history he had ever been concerned about was the kind that would further his own studies but there would be no more studies for him, although he did not yet know that.

“I don't care," he said slowly and thickly, tongue feeling as if it was too large for his mouth. “She was mine. Maddison was with me. Maddison, how could you?"

Giggling, she pressed her fingers to her cherry lips, blue eyes alight and sparkling. Tyler flinched. Had he ever managed to bring that light to her eyes? Maybe she was better off with Payat, after all.

No! He couldn't think like that! He had to stay strong, had to at least try to get up, show them that they couldn't beat him down and humiliate him any further, regardless of whatever their clearly very sick minds had planned for him.

“I wouldn't try that," she chirped brightly as he got a second foot beneath him, sunken into a crouch while trying to gather both the strength and energy to stand. “It's really not going to be good for you."

Tyler growled but could not look her in the eyes. He didn't know what he would find there. She couldn't be his Maddison anymore, the woman he'd so very dearly... Well, he had never told her as such but he was sure she'd known that he loved her with all his heart and soul, as cliché as that was. He'd merely been waiting for the right time to tell her, maybe beneath a starlit sky with a bottle of wine and rose petals. Yeah, something like that.

He wasn't so sure, however, that he loved her anymore with her pussy sucking in his best friend's cock and the moan of his name caressing her lips – the lips that only he should have had any right to caress.

“And why's that?" He grunted, trying to put every last ounce of derision he could into the utterance. “You going to get your boyfriend to hit me again? Coward. You're just a coward. If you weren't happy with me, you could have just said!"

But Maddison only laughed and spun away, flinging her arms wide as she danced around the clearing, as light on her feet as she'd ever been on the dance floor. Not that he'd joined her at any of the clubs that she liked to frequent though, oh no. That was her scene, not his, and it wasn't the sort of thing that he liked to do on his own time, much less with a drunk girl on his arm.

Perhaps if he'd gone to those clubs with that drunk woman, however, he would have found more pleasure than if he'd chosen to study alone in his room while she'd clearly been out having a blast with his best friend. Growling softly, for he could not produce a louder sound through the tightness in his throat, Tyler slowly stood, eyes as hard as he could make them, though the forest seemed to tilt sickeningly around him.

Keep it together...

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“Oh, Tyler, it wasn't that I wasn't happy but, well, look at him!"

Jerking him back to reality and out of the misery of his mind – it was a just a different kind of misery really – she waved her hands at Payat, standing impassively with his chin tilted defiantly high.

“He's gorgeous! What a man! You couldn't have measured up to that now, could you?"

Her words stung but he was saved the need to reply even as pain seared through his chest, torn in two from the inside out, as Payat slammed a booted foot into the forest floor, making a startlingly loud thud.

“Enough!"

And Tyler could never have anticipated what happened next, wind rustling through the trees as the sky darkened. A cloud passed over the sun and the crowds cawed as they flapped away from the scene of something terrible, the true master of the forest and land coming back to his true self.

Tyler could not have said which part of Payat began to change first, only that his skin darkened and darkened, flickering and rippling as if it had become alive from the inside out. Of course, that was a silly way to think about it but he couldn't bring any more sensibility to his mind as Payat snarled and rounded his back, shoulders pushing down as he hunched over, eyes wild and intense. But it was the teeth ripping from his mouth into sharp, pointed fangs, that drove Tyler to the realm of fear even as Maddison giggled and clapped her hands, clearly eagerly anticipating whatever it was that was happening to Payat before their very eyes.

Throwing his head back, Payat howled.

“What the fuck?"

Scrambling back, Tyler tripped over his own feet in his haste to get away from the changing man, his face bulging out and out as his eyes turned amber, a predatory gleam rising up from the depths. But he'd always been a predator, it was just Tyler's failing for not realising it before. It could have been his saving and it could have been his downfall but it could have cemented his fate either way: there was no way to tell once the die was cast.

The man who had been his friend growled and twisted as he became something far more than a mere human. There was no shirt to rip from his back but bones shifted grotesquely beneath his skin as his legs pushed down, cracking as they became a different shape entirely, something that was not and had never been human. Gaping at him, Tyler staggered and tripped over a rock, crashing into the mud with a wet splatter.

But no one's attention was on him as Maddison clasped her hands to her chest and watched avidly, her lips parted in breathy admiration as her beautiful alpha male became the creature he truly was. Payat groaned loudly, though it was not a sound borne from pain, as he tipped onto all fours. There was nothing demeaning about the position, however, as it seemed to fit him perfectly, lips stretching and stretching and stretching out into what could only be described as something like the jaws of pet dogs Tyler had had in the past.

But the transformation hardly stopped there: there was a long way to go yet, although Tyler did not know, even then, just how far. The man had never truly been a man and that became swiftly apparent as his jeans tore from his body, hindquarters shifting their alignment as they became the hind legs of an animal. Tyler opened and closed his mouth several times, rooted in place as he tried to take in the scene, but his mind wasn't working properly, nothing processing as it should.

For the man before him was turning into a wolf before his very eyes.

The changes came more and more swiftly, fur rippling across Payat's darkening skin in grey and white, the strands of hair blending together into sinuous, soft markings. His ears turned into points and moved up to the top of his head, twitching their path there as if they were merely migrating to where they really belonged, showing him as more and more of a wolf as his dark lips gleamed with saliva.

The transforming wolf's tongue pushed out over his lips as he grunted and growled, throat covered by a thick ruff of fur. And even that tongue had to undergo its own changes too, flattening out and becoming that typical, wolf-like fashion, gentle enough to groom a pup and strong enough still to lap the bones left over from a recent kill.

Payat's boots were long gone too, though he managed to get his feet out of them in time as he kicked them aside. It was his growing claws that did the damage to his boots, nails hardening into something more deadly as he kicked the boots aside, rending them to shreds in the process. Tyler tried to tell himself that the boots couldn't have been that good quality to be torn apart so easily but he knew that Payat liked the best of the best and he damn well got the best too as and when he wanted it. That must have been how he'd been so entitled to Maddison and the twisted realm of her lust and love. She'd been the best and he'd taken her too, the only thing that had ever had any meaning in Tyler's life besides his studies.

And the paws... The paws were detailed in their change, each one boasting dark claws on the end of each digit as the thumb tucked in on his hand and his feet shrank back and back into the typical pads of a wolf. The pads darkened, though there was a spot of pink on just the one, fluffing up with fur as they widened across the bottom, large and strong enough to propel a wolf through the woods or even across any terrain that took his fancy.

The world was his for the taking.

Payat shook himself, shuddering as a tail sprouted from the base of his spine to complete the transformation, completely comfortable on four legs rather than the two he had bragged in his human form. Of course, the wolf form would always be what a shifter craved, the feel of the breeze ruffling his fur and the taste of fresh water slipping into a grey wolf's muzzle in just the way that a wolf needed it to be. There would be nothing like being in his true form, settling into it like the best old pair of clothes he could ever own, his human skin but a shroud for his true self.

And the wolf was complete. He shook himself again, fur flying off in all directions as he leapt and bounded, settling into his real body with cool familiarity.

But Maddison couldn't let him go off on his own – not when she was there to greet and please him! She let out a somewhat pitiful mewl as she launched herself at him, clawing her shirt and her jeans – surprisingly demure for her tastes – from her body, leaving her chest bare but for her bra and panties yanked askew across her wide, full hips. Tyler bit back a groan against himself. It really was not the time to admire her very feminine body, his girlfriend (or was she his ex by that point?) light on her toes as she folded sinuously to the ground at her wolf's paws, fluttering her eyelashes up at him adoringly.

“Oh..." She breathed. “You look better and better every time, alpha. The real you is so much stronger, so much finer than any man could be."

Payat rumbled a growl and lowered his head sweetly to nuzzle at her head, breath washing over her hair as he shared a kiss with her. Of course, he couldn't very well kiss her as he had with human lips, although he still easily slid his tongue into her mouth, dominating it as he'd claimed her pussy on Tyler's very own bed.

Ah, yes. The young man sighed, resigned to having lost his girlfriend in the back of his mind. It was hopeless to even try to win her back, not when it was a wolf he was fighting against. And that was more than enough to shake him to his core, for he could not deny what he had seen even though his mind reeled from the sheer notion that a man turning into a wolf was a very distinct possibility, much less a reality.

Well, it was something to know that he wasn't missing out just to another man, Tyler thought, though his lips pressed into a thin, hard line. It made it better, if only a little, but he had more than his pride to think about, out in the middle of nowhere with a growling belly to attend too also.

“I think I've seen enough."

Brushing himself off, he got to his feet again with a little more surety than the first time, steadier and taller than before. But that could have just been adrenaline coursing through his veins, the prey simply simpering before the predator without any hope of true escape.

“Oh, you're not going anywhere..."

As he turned his back, something heavy slammed into him: the wolf! Tyler slammed into the floor again, head cracking against something hard – a rock? – as the world spun and spun and spun, everything taking on a darker tint.

“What..."

Payat laughed cruelly, his voice thicker and more gravelly than it had been as a human. Maddison giggled right along with him, their mockery a chorus in the background of his mind, rising up and up and up until there was nothing more he could think of. He spat out the mud in his mouth but could not get rid of it entirely, a large paw pressing down between his shoulder blades, forcing his lips back down into the muck and grime and filth.

“How pathetic," Payat rumbled. “Did you really think you could ever match up to me?"

“He's so small compared to you," Maddison murmured, her tone hushed and reverent. “Look... You could crush him if you only just leaned onto him, just a little bit."

And then the pressure increased tenfold, the mud melding up around Tyler's body as he flailed and struggled and fought – all to no avail. There was no escaping the strength of the wolf as he lowered his muzzle, head tipped to one side as if he was pricking one ear just to hear Tyler's pained moans and gasps all the better.

Peace. Space. Tyler groaned and gasped, lifting his head to suck in gulp after gulp of blessedly clean air, hardly realising just how much his lungs had been compressed under the might and weight of the colossal wolf. For he was much larger than any normal wolf and those were big enough, standing more the size of a pony or even a small horse, every inch of him rippling with muscle. Standing with his head held high and tail stiff behind him in challenge – not a challenge that Tyler would, by any means, meat – his amber eyes rang with power, the wolf-man something more than the human world. No, he was something that they simply could not even begin to comprehend.

Tyler didn't need to comprehend it though. He wouldn't remember anything in a very short span of time.

Maddison scampered to her wolf lord and hugged his foreleg to her chest, eyes wide and bright. Again, something pulled in Tyler's chest. Had he ever made her look like that? So alive and so simply...happy? Or was that something that only Payat could do for her? He wouldn't have been surprised to hear that, seeing just how they were together. Maybe he would have been better off if he'd never asked her out in the first place.

But it was too late for that. Giggling and simpering, Maddison kissed up the wolf's leg and pressed herself to him all the more fiercely, although she surely had no reason to crave his protection at that moment. Just what did she think, after all, that Tyler was capable of doing to either of them? His scrawny, weak frame shook even from the wolf's pressure and bearing of a few brief moments; he certainly wasn't going to stand up to a beast several times his size and weight.

“What do you think we should do to him?" Payat growled, nuzzling at the back of Maddison's head with surprising tenderness. “He's caused us so much trouble..."

And his ex-girlfriend's eyes sparkled, the words leaping to her lips as if she'd simply been waiting to release them.

“Eat him!"

Oh, now that was ridiculous! Tyler, without thinking, snorted loudly, turning both pairs of eyes abruptly to him. But he couldn't take back the derisive sound once it had been unleashed and he ran with it, though even he had to have known just how much damage he was causing – all to himself, of course.

“Maddison, you won't even eat a steak so why the hell you're saying something as insane as that is beyond belief."

Payat lowered his head, quieting Tyler abruptly with the steely glare in his eyes.

“Do not speak to her that way. In fact, you shall never speak to her ever again."

Tyler pressed his lips together. As if he'd want to!

“Come here."

He should have pulled back, should have scoffed again, and yet, something dragged him forward, like a leash around his neck closing in on his windpipe and cutting off his air supply. He crawled through the muck, unwilling to stand and risk being bowled over again, though stopped some distance away, eyes distrustful.

“All I want to do is go back to college," he said quietly, almost submissively. “Just tell me which direction that's in and I'll be off on my way, I promise."

Oh, how silly it was to promise something that he simply could not go through with. There was no way he was able to keep any promises to them, although all he wanted to do was leave the clearing and never, ever go back to that sordid world. If he never saw Payat and Maddison ever again, everything would be better, if not perfect. Nothing would be perfect after he'd seen his girlfriend fucking his best friend, but maybe he could...you know...just live again?

Something like that anyway. He'd work it out as he went along.

“Kneel."

Tyler twisted his lips.

“I'm already on my knees."

The look in the wolf's eyes made him regret that choice of words but Payat wasn't about to let him know anything further about his intentions – bar what he wanted the weaker male to know, of course. A wolf's intelligence ran far deeper than that of a man and he could have tricked Tyler into anything he wanted.

But why trick when he could issue a command?

Lifting one of his massive forepaws, he tipped it at an angle so that Tyler could see every detail in the pads, claws dark and tipped with dirt where they had sunk in. The wolf seemed to smirk, but his lips could not quite complete the expression in a human fashion, being differently designed.

“Lick them."

Groaning, Tyler shook his head, closing his eyes. Paws? Licking? How... What? He couldn't think clearly, blood trickling down the side of his face in a wet, metallic trail of crimson. How hard had he cracked his head when he'd come down? Even his lungs still felt tight, the wolf having an effect even as he left the region of physical influence around Tyler, not able to reach him, without moving, with either teeth or claws.

This can't be happening...

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And yet the nightmare was only just beginning.

“No."

It was the only answer he could give, mind churning sickeningly, even as Payat's eyes narrowed. He didn't even know a wolf could look like that or, more accurately, give a look like that.

“That was the wrong answer. I'll forgive you if you lick my paws, show your submission to me."

Tyler gave him an incredulous look, eyebrows both raised.

“Forgiven? For what? You're the one who has taken my girlfriend and everything else along with her!"

The threatening growl that rolled up from the wolf's muzzle, however, gave him second thoughts, Payat's jaws hanging open as drool hung from them. Tyler gulped and thought about it for a second time. How much chance did he stand if he made a run for it? He didn't know just what Payat was capable of, what a wolf-man would do to him. Could he risk it?

His heart pounded and he held his breath as he lowered his head, forearms trembling as his fingers curled into the soft, squelchy mud. No. No, he couldn't risk it. His only chance of getting home was going to be by not aggravating the wolf – Maddison, however, was less of a concern, weaker even than him when it came to the physical element.

To his shame, he hung his head and crawled through the dirt up to the wolf and that paw, still raised for his attention. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing else he could do but his mind still refused to accept the threat and danger of his situation, the fact that he had a wolf looming over him who had been asked to eat him. And would he eat him? Could he escape? Surreptitiously, he shot a look upwards at the tall, slender pine trees, branches gently waving as the needles rustled. Wolves couldn't climb trees...

He just had to distract Payat, yes, that was it. And that meant licking his paws, if that was what the wolf deemed a sufficient distraction

And so Tyler swallowed his disgust and stuck his tongue out to lap over the wolf's paw, trying to touch it as little as possible. Although he had only been in wolf form for a short amount of time and his fur had been pristine to begin with, Payat's paw was coated in slick mud. The man wrinkled up his face and groaned, turning his nose from the disgusting pad, but fear coiled through him like a serpent raising its ugly head and a further command sealed his fate – as if there'd ever been any question about it.

“Get right in there..."

It seemed that he wasn't about to get away with doing half a job and Tyler screwed up his face as he lapped over his toes and the upper side, dipping his tongue quickly between the toes to do as quick a job as possible. He caught Payat's growl of annoyance, however, a second too late and the paw slammed down as a hind paw crushed into his face instead, shoving his head down to the ground.

“Let me go!"

He could barely get the words out, hopeless at best, as the wolf bore down onto his face, mud squelching and foulness seeping into Tyler's face even as instinct kicked in, fighting and flailing to no avail. It was a futile shout and a plea for release that no one, absolutely no one, was about to honour as Maddison giggled and Payat gave a growl that was really more of a laugh. Grinding his paw down into the man's face, he wagged his tail as if he was mocking his victim, forcing the pad and the toes over Tyler's lips. He didn't pull back either, not enough to allow Tyler more freedom to breathe, at least, until he was gasping soundlessly and, even then, all he growled as for his newest human servant to get his tongue all over his paws, cleaning off the fresh dirt and grit from them as if he was nothing more than a human rag.

It would have been a better fate for him.

Another paw crushed into the opposite side of his face, the wolf seeming to do his best to stand two paws on top of Tyler's head. Whether he was trying to show off his dominance – well, it worked – or simply how small and insignificant the weak-minded human was, it didn't matter either way, Tyler's chest heaving for breath that simply was cruelly denied as he clawed at the wolf's legs, unable to reach any higher, to no avail at all.

Maddison laughed and clapped her hands together, her ex-boyfriend flinching from the sharp sound.

“I didn't say you could stop licking..."

And Tyler knew what a command like that meant, even if he didn't want to do it. Hell, all he wanted to do was to escape and to forget the whole sorry affair had even happened to begin with! But such a ludicrous desire didn't seem to be in his future as tears trailed dirty tracks down his cheeks and he slipped into the wolf's will, slowly and more carefully cleaning off his oversized paws with slow, steady laps of his tongue.

“That's better..."

And so he was forced to lick and lick and lick, running his tongue over each paw in turn, Payat making more distinction in his humiliation between pads and toes and the furry upper-side. The underside tickled with tufts of fur poking out between the pads, all of which had to be treated to the soft caress of his tongue and lips, Payat goading him on to suck at his toes too, although the claws scraped the inside of his tender mouth and tongue. A claw poked into his tongue and Tyler flinched, but there was no more he could do besides close his eyes to the horror and try to force his mind away, far away. Yet reality called with a bitter tang, Maddison's voice rising as if she had to bring him back to the horror of what his world had become.

He would have done better if he had never even met her.

“He'll be so tasty..."

Maddison laughed, although he could not see her as she flitted around, enjoying his humiliation even more than perhaps she should have, not being of the same ill-mannered kind of creature as Payat. And it was only then that Tyler's broken mind caught up with the darkness of his fate, the truth that a gigantic wolf was standing over him with a lust of his flesh. After all, he'd already gotten his girlfriend and what wolf wouldn't want to hide the evidence when it also resulted in a tasty meal?

He was going to die. Tyler tried to groan and struggle, heart hammering as it pounded and leapt in his chest as if it was trying to burst through the skin itself, loathing the cage of his ribs. Tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes but he couldn't breathe, though maybe he was tightening his chest too much from fear, trying to be strong and terribly, horribly, failing above all else.

“Poor little human..."

Payat taunted him, squashing his face down into the mud as the weak human wheezed and sobbed, chest heaving in silent gasps for breath that simply wouldn't come. He must have amused Payat and Maddison, at least just a little, for the wolf shifted his weight onto his forepaws and took one hind paw entirely from Tyler's face, allowing him to speak. The element of control, however, was inescapable and the man squirmed and writhed, though hardly managed to move at all, terror sapping every last bit of energy from his limbs.

“Please... Please..." Tyler gasped, lifting his head as the pressure lessened, just a little. “Please... Please don't eat me."

“Doesn't he beg so sweetly?" Maddison giggled, nuzzling up to her wolf's neck as she pressed her lips softly into his fur. “I knew he'd be like that. I knew he'd be good for you, broken and used."

Tyler shuddered. Had it all been a trick? Something to get him into just the position he was in now? Or had Payat twisted her mind too, turning his darling into something as dark and obtuse as he himself was?

He would never know.

“Just let me go, I swear to god I won't tell anyone, not a single person about any of this!" He blubbered, devolving into full blown sobs as Payat moved off his head entirely, although the grace of breath was not blissfully received. “Nothing bad will happen to you, I'll even leave college if that's what you want, you'll never see me again – just please don't eat me!"

“Oh, little human..."

Payat rumbled, stalking around Tyler in a tight circle, the predator observing his prey in the moments before its final breaths. Maddison respectfully backed over, biting her lower lip as if she'd been given a sweet treat, or at least promised one, obviously struggling herself not to rush to the action, just to be a part of it in any way possible.

“If you want to live so badly, you useless wreck of a boy, then you'd better...run."

Tyler didn't need to be told twice, gasping as he pushed away, sliding and scrabbling through the mud as he raced for what he, at least, hoped was some semblance of freedom. It was funny just how much speed one could call to their limbs when they were running for their very lives, the trees flashing by in a green-brown blur.

He leapt a log, flying through the air as he sucked in a breath, blood roaring in his ears. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't even hear the birds singing, for he was sure they were there, singing the very last song he would ever hear. How many minutes passed by? Tyler choked on dread, stumbling over his own feet as he fled for his very life, a life that suddenly seemed all the more precious to him for being short on hours, if not minutes.

A shadow fell across the sun but it was only the light that fell over him that was cut off, a shape looming and falling and – crashing into his back.

He went flying, head over heels, and sprawled into the muck and filth, dead leaves crumpling beneath his body as he went down and went down hard. His head cracked into something and he grunted, bile rising up in the back of his throat, although he could not have said whether he vomited or not with his head spinning so terribly, a colossal weight pressing down on his shoulders as if he was being borne into the ground through sheer dominance alone. The wolf laughed over him, snapping his jaws, though it was all in play as he knew he had the man just where he wanted him to be.

“Little human, you would never have escaped me... But wasn't it fun to try?"

Tyler would have disagreed but Payat never gave him the chance to speak, his jaws opening shockingly wide as they closed around his head. The last thing Tyler saw before his dim, shaky view of the waking world was cut off from the blow to his head was the dripping wet inside of the wolf's maw, the alpha male reeking of his last meal.

Had a human been his last meal? Exhaustion overcame Tyler, the blow to his head getting the better of him along with the blood loss and, to his bliss in his final minutes, he slipped into sweet unconsciousness. At least then he didn't have to bear witness to the intricacies of his own death.

Payat intended to draw it out, however, relishing in the capture and the 'kill'. He was not so coarse as to sink his teeth into raw, human flesh though, and simply opened his colossal jaws wider still, angling them so as to take the scrawny man's shoulders into his mouth. It should have been more difficult than it was to swallow Tyler, pushing his jaws down and down and down as he gulped. First, Tyler's head worked its way into Payat's throat, the wolf gulping and swallowing hard to work him down, nostrils flared for breath that could not be taken through his mouth anymore.

He was so focused on his meal, however, that he barely noticed Maddison catching up with them, her lingerie-clad breasts heaving as she

“Oh, he's big..."

Payat rolled his eyes, though he would have argued with her that he'd swallowed much larger prey before and her feeble ex-boyfriend was but a snack to him – but he had something to swallow first, stretching his jaws wide.

The human squirmed and Tyler blinked to consciousness, or at least some semblance to it, his air supply nearly cut off as he disappeared further and further down the wolf's throat. Payat growled around him, the vibrations reverberating through his body as he swam and floated somewhere between the realm of the conscious and the dreaming, unaware of just what was happening as the wolf's throat convulsed around him.

But the beast was intent on gulping every last bit of him down and he wasn't about to let Tyler go once he'd began to devour him, eyes rolling back into his head as he pressed his tongue up to the human's back, skinny chest facing up towards the sky so very high above. But it was not a sky that Tyler would ever, not once, get to see again, though that itself was a fact that Tyler was only just beginning to understand and his mind worked on the horror and lack of oxygen, lungs burning as if they were searing through his skin from the inside out.

He was actually being swallowed! His mind reeled and he tried to flail, but Payat gave a colossal gulp that took his jaws down to Tyler's elbows, pinning them to the man's sides as the creature took his fill of his partner's ex and more, so very much more. After all, he couldn't leave any evidence behind now, could he?

Tyler twisted and moaned, trying to make a sound as his forearms flailed, though did very little, if anything at all, to free himself. Of course, his mind refused to accept, even as he was dragged from the cold, slick mud of the forest floor, that it was the end, body fighting for survival with the raw desperation of a prey animal that knew it was trapped and yet still didn't believe it.

“Wait!" He screamed, though his cry was muffled at best. “Please! You don't have to do this!"

“Did you hear something, darling? I think he's crying. Isn't that cute?"

Maddison's voice was as muffled as his surely was but he felt her hand running down his stomach, tugging up his shirt as if she wanted to marvel at his complete and utter lack of abdominal muscles – a mean feat indeed considering how low his body fat percentage was. No, his body would not provide Payat with much of a meal and the wolf would be hungry again soon but his honorary wolfess, Maddison, would be right there beside him to track down his next kill.

The wolf's jaws moved further still, gulping down Tyler's waist as his jeans caught and tore on Payat's fangs. And the young man, taken before his time, clung to consciousness

Maddison left at some point, bored with the slow progression of the swallowing of Tyler as Payat took his time with his meal, even though the wolf could have so very easily swallowed the man whole in a mere matter of seconds alone. Tyler whimpered and begged, the wolf's ears pricking to catch his distorted cries as his mind and body battled with one another, slipping from dreamland to the waking world, which only contained more still of the nightmare that the last dregs of his life had become.

“Please! Don't do this – just stop! You don't have to do this, not for Maddison! I will go anywhere else, stay far away from you!"

Payat rolled his eyes but continued swallowing Tyler down regardless, forcing the man into his stomach as his jaws worked their way over his hips, thin like the rest of him. If he'd been able to respond, the wolf would have had several comebacks for the begging human but there was nothing he could say with his jaws stretched so wide around him.

Well, he could finish up the job.

Groaning around the bulk of skinny man in his maw, Payat tipped his head back with some difficulty, letting gravity at least do some of the work in sending Tyler straight down his throat. He screamed and cried out, though no amount of kicking and squalling was about to stop Payat from devouring every last bit of him. The wolf dragged his teeth over his helpless victim's sneakers as they passed his lips, slicing off at least the majority of them so that they would not add unnecessary bulk to his stomach. A bit of lace or heel wouldn't do him any harm but it was not something he wanted to ingest if he had the choice.

And then Tyler was gone, the groaning, grunting human nothing more than a meal in Payat's gut as he slithered all the way down into the wolf's stomach.

“You forget, Tyler," Payat growled as the man settled into his stomach, wriggling and flinching and squirming like a madman. “You forget that you were too little and weak to please a real woman. This is a much better fate for you as you will give me the strength to fuck your girlfriend better than you ever did."

He laughed cruelly, tossing his head back as Tyler whimpered and writhed, pushing into the walls of his stomach to no avail.

“Or, your ex. A dead man can't have a girlfriend, after all, and she left you before then anyway."

He screamed and howled and pushed against the inner walls, all of which closed in on him, clenching and squeezing as the wolf lumbered to his paws and moved off. Tyler's discomfort in his gut, of course, was none of his concern and he took a little too much pleasure in bounding and leaping just to jostle the man who would not be alive for very much longer, his air supply very nearly cut off and only the otherworldly nature of the wolf's body keeping him, just for a little while, viciously alive.

Maddison awaited him in the clearing, sprawled back as if she was trying to present her body solely for his attention and his attention alone and Payat rumbled a soft growl, forgetting the heaviness of his belly, if but for a moment, as he nuzzled wickedly along the length of her pale-skinned body. She purred and smiled, batting her eyelashes at the much larger wolf as she arched her back, moaning as he dragged a nipple over her breast. The brassiere she wore did little to reduce the sensation and she squirmed beneath him, panting, even as her hands wove into and ran through his fur.

“Did you enjoy your meal, dear?" She purred, lifting her arms to wrap them around the wolf's neck before he'd even come to a halt, tongue lolling out contentedly as he panted. “You did take your time with him. I didn't think that one would be that tasty."

Payat grinned and nuzzled her cheek, his moist nose tickling her softly.

“He does squirm still..." He growled. “I can feel the life fading from him, though his mind is no longer with his body. And even that body was weak, nothing at all. You made the right choice in leaving him for me."

The blonde woman smirked and tugged out the strap of her bra, biting her lower lip in such a fashion that the wolf's heart leapt much as Tyler's would have if he'd been privy to the lewd, erotic sight of her begging to be fucked with not so much as words. No, Payat knew her better than that and it was with a savage snarl that was for her and her alone that he bounded over her, knocking the woman onto all fours as she moaned and arched her back for him.

“Oh, yesssss," she hissed through her teeth, eyes wild as she ripped her panties down for him, pussy lewdly dripping. “I've wanted you... Take me while he's in your belly!"

And Payat was only too eager to oblige her, snarling like the wild beast he was as his cock slipped from its furry, fluffy sheath, balls swinging lightly back and forth at the point where his hind legs joined his stomach. He wasted no time in mounting his human lover with a raw abandon best befitting a wolf, jabbing with the pointed tip of his aching shaft until he found the wet warmth of her cunny that he sought so desperately. Snarling, he slammed into her, taking Maddison's breath away – not that he was about to allow her pause in which to catch it. He had his pleasure to take and was going to drive into her whether she was ready for his thick length or not.

But she was more than ready for him, moaning through parted lips as her head rolled from one shoulder to the other, fingers curling.

“Oh, yes! Yes!"

She screamed, though her pleasure was evident for all to see, although Tyler, warm in the pit of Payat's belly, could only hear her. Payat's stomach pressed over Maddison's back as he moved over her, hips working to thrust, to grind and to take her just as he pleased, fucking her as Tyler could never have. He whimpered inside Payat's stomach, shuddering as what was so clearly a human hand pressed into him, Maddison crooning and caressing him, albeit breathlessly, through her wolf lover's thick fur.

“Such a poor man," she whispered, though he heard every word still, the wolf's body jostling and shifting him about mercilessly. “You were nothing to me. And you'll become nothing now, just a meal for my lover."

“No," he said, or at least tried to say, teetering on the edge of clarity, darkness closing in around him, breath by agonising breath, lungs burning. “No, please don't do this, don't kill me, just let me go, please, I won't tell anyone, I promise I won't tell anyone..."

But the stream of conscious thought trailed off slowly and surely, a dead man's ramblings nothing to the rampant lovers as they fucked and Payat howled fiercely, filling her to the brim. Tyler was too far gone to feel that point of climax, however, though the very last thing he heard, in the dark pit of the wolf's stomach, was Maddison's cry of pleasure. He remembered just how hard her pussy had squeezed around his tiny cock as he ejaculated inside her, but she'd never made noises like that with him before.

There was nothing the man could do to ever hear her moans again, however, as he twisted and turned into coiling, searing blackness, the waking world trailing through his fingers like droplets of water that he simply couldn't hold on to. Slipping into true unconsciousness, Tyler knew no more.

Even as the man faded from life, the wolf snarled and hammered into his abused girlfriend's cunt with raw abandon, growing and swelling in cock and body as if he was absorbing power and strength from the man he'd consumed. He trembled with energy, jaws slavering as they closed around her neck, Maddison squealing, wracked by orgasm after orgasm as his climax rolled on and on, the wolf's muscles rippling and growing. He would consume the man's power, as weak as it was, but the true growth and dominance came from the taking of what he'd thought was his, even in part.

Days later, when the man's essence had been extracted into his body, the wolf allowed Maddison to lean into him, stomach hungry for his next victim. Yet, he couldn't resist taunting the memory of the man, nothing more than remains passed through the body covered by a pile of dirt. Although he was a wolf, Payat was by no means a mindless beast, of course.

“Look at you now, Tyler," he growled, eyes alight with cruelty. “You are nothing now, just like you were then, never good enough for her."

Maddison smirked and tapped the side of her nose, painted lips gleaming.

“Well, he's good for you now, isn't he? At least his body provided something of a meal for you."

Snorting, Payat shook his head and shook his body off, fur flying off in all directions.

“Yes, but a man like that simply doesn't deserve to be a man, not with how little he's done. So weak and so puny... That scrawny specimen was no specimen of a man and didn't deserve to live."

“Quite right, my love."

Hugging her wolf lover tightly, Maddison smiled and thought of her ex-boyfriend, though the memories were not pleasant ones. His arms did not feel the same as Payat's, strong and muscular, and his cock hardly touched anything within her. He did not have the power and tenacity of a wolf and could never have matched up to what Payat offered her, even if she'd allowed him to leave her with his dignity intact.

“He was worthless."

“But he's gone now. Too weak to live."

As the sun rose in the distance, Maddison sighed happily, leaning into Payat's shoulders as the wolf rumbled, cock easing wantonly from his sheath. Swelling thick and hard, it glistened with pre-cum, the wolf's fur rising over his hackles as lust curled in the pit of his belly once more. Even if she was not stolen from a lesser male, she was still sweet to take, his cock pumping full of blood to a thick, hard and ready length begging for breeding. It would not be long before he took her again and she would submit readily to the better male, the alpha male, the only one who had her heart and her lust.

She was with the wolf she'd always been meant to be with.