Chapter 1
My Little Furry: Yiffing Is Magic
by NotProud
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My name is Chris Spencer, but at that party, everyone knew me as Wolf O’Donnell.
“Can’t let you do that, Star Fox!” I said, and everyone laughed. It’s cool, because even though I was wearing what was basically a fursuit, I was at a party with a bunch of other nerds, geeks, and gamers, so they all thought it was pretty cool. I wasn’t the only one dressed up, even, though I think only Cortana rivaled me for having the best costume. She was pretty hot, too, but I knew I didn’t stand a chance, so I did what I do best: acted goofy in a big wolf costume and made people laugh.
That all changed, though, when the Fire Nation attacked.
I’m kidding. Actually, I have no idea what happened. One minute, I was taking a break near the front door to cool off a bit (fursuits get hot inside, let me tell you), and the next, there was a bright flash. That’s really all I remember.
And when I woke up, the sounds of the party had been replaced by chirping birds and a soft breeze. It was warm, but not too warm like it had been in my suit. There was grass under my hands, which were fuzzy and had short claws on the fingertips. I could only see out of one eye.
The funny thing was, I was no longer Chris; I was Wolf.
I could remember the party, my whole life, everything that had ever happened to me on Earth. I remembered my first day of college and how I met three guys who were also majoring in computer science, who I made fast friends with. I remembered my parents, my younger sister, and our family’s two dogs, Bennie and Woof-Woof. I remembered finding the furry fandom, unleashing my inner wolf and learning how to make a fursuit.
At the same time, I remembered everything having to do with Lylat. I remembered the thrill of hearing Andross was readying an assault against Corneria. I could feel the thrusters of my ship while dodging Star Fox over the surface of Titania. I knew the bitter sting of defeat and the sensation of having parts of me augmented by Andross’s science after Fox and his minions shot my team down.
I closed my eye, the one not behind an eyepatch. There was so much anger within me, and the confusing nature of having lived two lived didn’t help it at all. I grabbed twin pawfuls of the soft, lush grass.
And then I realized I had no idea where the hell I was. I certainly wasn’t at the party anymore. Had I drunk too much and blacked out? It wouldn’t explain suddenly being two different people, er, a person and a furry, at once. I knew Wolf O’Donnell was from a video game, and yet “Chris Spencer” was beginning to feel more and more like a dream, like everything that had happened to him had happened to someone else and I’d just read about it.
I opened my eye and stood. Wherever I was, it was sure bright and sunny. The colors were really vivid, too, kind of pastel and girly. I swept my gaze around the clearing and saw a small town to my right. It was primitive, with thatched rooves and cobblestone streets. I sure as heck wasn’t on Earth, and I probably wasn’t anywhere in the Lylat system either.
I saw something moving and I dashed off toward it. My paw brushed down over my holster. My blaster was still there; good. I might need it.
The thing I saw was a small horse, about head-high with my stomach. It was pink and white, which was weird. I’d definitely never seen any horses that size or color before. It heard my coming and looked up, then gasped.
“Monster!” it shouted, then took off running in the same direction I was.
It could talk? Ferals in Lylat never talked. Definitely not home then. I grabbed my blaster in case there would be opposition, and then realized I was running headlong into a town likely filled with hostiles or at least unknowns. I slowed to a jog, then dashed behind the closest building. I could hear voices on the other side.
“It looked like a giant timberwolf, except not made out of sticks!”
“Oh, Daisy, you’re probably just imagining things again. I swear, you’d freak out if a too-big ant crossed your path.”
“No, Roseluck, I’m serious! We have to get Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony! We’re under attaaaaaaack!”
Shit. I had been right to use caution, but if I didn’t work quick, I’d have this whole town of talking horses on my tail before you could say “Arwing”. My fingers rippled over the stock of the blaster. I closed my eye, took a deep breath, and whipped around the corner, holding it straight out.
The pink horse from before was there, with another who was red, pink and white. They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me with shocked expressions.
“Can’t let you do that, ponies,” I growled. I flicked the blaster at them. “C’mon. You and I are going to have a quick chat, and maybe if I like what you have to say, I won’t hurt you.”
Surprisingly, and totally without warning, they both screamed and fled.
I frowned. I definitely had not expected that. And then a thought hit me: I’d seen this place before.
As my eye scanned the town’s rooftops, I started recognizing it from the party. It was hazy, like a dream, but I knew damn well I’d seen a group of guys (and only guys) gathered around a vid screen… Err, a television, that’s what they were called, and watching a show about ponies. They’d all been dressed up in tails and ears.
That’s funny. Tails and ears? Wouldn’t they have them already? Anyway, they had apparently been fans of the show, because they were quoting it without thinking and laughing uproariously every time something happened. It was a show for little girls, I remembered, but apparently it was real and I was here?
I looked up into the sky and didn’t see any cameras. Whatever happened to me, I was in a place that fifteen minutes and a lifetime ago, I had thought was fictional.
That also meant that, wherever I was, it wasn’t Lylat. It wasn’t Corneria. I wasn’t embroiled in the middle of a war. There was no Andross, no Fox McCloud, no Leon, no Panther. I wasn’t a fugitive anymore. I didn’t have to go rushing into every situation prepared for the worst, ready to take a life just to save my skin.
This place, whatever it was, was peaceful. Those ponies had been scared of me, yes, but could I blame them? They’d never seen anything like me, and I’d never seen anything like them.
I holstered the blaster and leaned against the building. It was round, like a grain silo or something. How quaint.
I closed my eye and let out a long, deep breath, relaxing. If there was no way for me to get back, and assuming the locals didn’t have my head the moment they found me, I could maybe live here in peace with the world. That was a scary thought. I hadn’t known peace in my life ever, not even when I was a cub. My dad beat me, my mom wasn’t there, and when I was old enough, I ran away to join the Academy and learn how to fly. When that didn’t satisfy me, I took off on my own and went mercenary. I met Leon and Pigma, and they brought me to Andross, who promised to make all my dreams come true.
He hadn’t though. And it had cost me more than an eye.
“There he is!”
They’d found me. I opened my eye and looked to the left, where I heard the sound of hooves hitting the dirt. I noticed all the multicolored ponies rushing at me were female. Something stirring in my memory, a vision of naked furries like myself plastered across a vid screen, loving each other in every way possible, and sometimes ferals too. Something stirred in my pants, too.
“Stop right there!” shouted the one with rainbow hair.
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” I said lowly. I raised my paws. “Hey look, I don’t want any trouble. Tell those two from earlier I’m sorry for scaring them.” This was my only chance.
The ponies stopped, surrounding me. The purple one stepped forward and looked me up and down.
“You look scary… But Daisy can be pretty hysterical at times. Who and what are you?”
“My name’s Wolf. Wolf O’Donnell,” I told her. “I’m from a star system called Lylat. I think. I don’t really know how I got here, but I’ve made the decision that, whatever happens, I don’t want to hurt anyone here.”
“That sounds nice,” said the yellow one with the long, pink hair.
“Ooh, if you wanna be friends, then I could throw you a welcome to Ponyville party!” The one that was all-pink was just bouncing up and down in place.
Ponyville? Kind of a silly name for this place.
“How do we know we kin trust ya, big feller?” asked the one in the cowboy hat.
I drew my blaster, spinning it around in my palm, and held it out to the purple one. “This is my weapon. Go ahead and take it for safe keeping while I’m here.”
Then something crazy happened. The purple one, who had a horn, lit up her horn and there was a glow around my blaster. It lifted into the air, all by itself. I’d heard of psychic powers before (like that damned blue girlfriend of Fox’s) but never seen anything like this! It was crazy! I actually took a step back. Whatever these ponies were, they definitely would be able to defend themselves. I was silently glad for my decision to play nice with them.
“Well,” said the purple one, “I’ve never seen anything like this before. But if you say it’s a weapon, well…” She swallowed. They must not have a lot of conflict here, I thought. She looked up until she was looking right in my eye. “My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I’d like to welcome you to Ponyville, Mr. O’Donnell.”
I went to a building shaped like an ice cream cone. There was a party; it was pretty neat. I learned the ponies’ names and eventually decided that they were just a little too cheerful for me to hang around, desire to live peacefully among them or no.
Besides, that party was bringing up some old memories. Memories that I shouldn’t be thinking of as “old” just because they happened when I was a human. I told Pinkie Pie that I needed to step out for some air, and she seemed okay with it, so I did.
The sun was beginning to set. I took a deep breath, enjoying how clean the air was. No pollution. The only noise was coming from the party behind me. This place was perfect. Too perfect, I was beginning to think, for a scarred old warmonger like me.
“Hey, Wolf?”
I turned around. There was a green unicorn behind me. I hadn’t gotten her name, but she was smiling shyly up at me.
“M-my name’s Lyra,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I regarded her for a second. “Likewise, I guess.”
She stepped closer to me, like really close. “You’re not exactly a human,” she said, staring at my left hand, “but you’ll do.”
“...Do?”
Lyra pushed her head forward into my hand, kinda like a cat. What the hell, I wondered?
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, rub your hand all over my head, do it!”
I had never been more uncomfortable in either of my lives.
I pulled my hand away and backed up. She pouted and whined at me.
“Aw, c’mon! Nopony ever lets me have any fun!”
“I need to go,” I said hurriedly, and took off.
About the time I crossed out of town, the thought of “Wolf O’Donnell does not run away” passed through my head. Was I really Wolf O’Donnell though? I was so confused, and even slightly angry. I had no idea what had just happened with Lyra. All I could think about was my past life, flying in a war I had no personal stake in beyond swearing revenge against the fox who shot me down. How if I stayed here, eventually I would just return to my old habits. I’d get someone hurt, eventually, because there was nothing here for me.
I pushed that thought away. Why should I care what these dumb pastel horses wanted or needed? I was a mercenary, for crying out loud! Other thoughts filtered into my head: Standing in my shower at the university dorm. The sun rising over the Cornerian cityscape. Late-night fetish chats on Skype. The feeling of a near miss exploding outside my ship. The overwhelming desire to touch a woman.
“AAAARGH! WHO AM I?” I shouted to the sky. I punched a tree so hard that bits of bark broke off and embedded themselves in the fur of my hand.
I had reached a forest of some kind without realizing it. My breath came fast and in short bursts. My animal senses tingled and told me I was being watched.
“C’mon out,” I growled, crouching low. Green eyes watched me from the darkness. Something inside me stirred.
I was really horny for some reason.
A huge shape rushed out of the darkness and I whirled to avoid it. It brought a horrid stench with it that made my eye water. My blood was pounding in my ears, but I was grinning. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of a dark forest or at a hundred klicks a second in the void of space, the thrill of the hunt was undeniable to my inner wolf.
My ears swiveled and caught the sound of the big thing charging again. I leapt up and flipped over it, grabbing onto it with my claws. They hit wood.
“What in the…”
It skidded to a halt and turned to face me. It was a huge, feral wolf, but it was made out of sticks and branches.
Like those ponies said… A timberwolf?
Clever.
I smelled it again, that rancid stench of rotting plant matter that was apparently emanating from the thing’s mouth. Disgusting. But again, that feeling within my stirred, and up from the depths of my dual mind bubbled a single, clear image.
An open mouth and throat.
The timberwolf’s mouth opened at the same time and I put a paw to my crotch. This was it. This was why I had come here. It didn’t matter if I was Chris or Wolf or anyone, really. I was a vore fetishist to the core, and fate had colluded an impossible number of impossibilities to grant me this opportunity. This was my one chance to be eaten by a really big wolf.
“C’mere, you stinking pile of greenery,” I hissed, and drew a claw down my pants to split them. My thick wolf dong slid from its sheath, growing quickly erect, and I stroked my furry palm over it. “Come and get it.”
The timberwolf howled and charged me. I stood my ground. At the last possible second, I kicked out and drove my feet into its mouth. It stopped, gagging on me, and I felt its tongue sliding along my calves. I shivered. The crown of its throat was a rough ring of bark that tickled my toes.
“Eat me, you bastard!” I growled. I pushed on the ground, because I was weighing its head down, and forced myself into it more and more.
The timberwolf started choking me down. All around me was the sweet, sweet feeling of being closed in. For a creature made out of wood, its insides were surprisingly soft, once you got past the mouth. The teeth, for instance, were pretty sharp, just spike of wood, but the throat lining was velvety soft, and wet. The tongue rasped over my back as my dick rubbed up against the timberwolf’s uvula. I almost came right then.
Another gulp, and I was in the mouth up to my armpits. I was leaning back, at this point, and the world was upside-down. That’s when I noticed the green unicorn off to the side of the clearing, far enough back that she could escape easily if the timberwolf was still hungry after me.
“What—nngh—are you doing here?” I asked her.
She looked up, and blushed red. She was sitting back on her haunches, and her front hooves were between her rear legs. Oh.
“I-I-I” she stuttered. “I came looking for you because I was going to apologize. But then I found you here and this is kind of turning me on.” She looked away. “I don’t even know why. But if you’re going to die, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for coming on to you strongly. I’ll, uh, just clop over here quietly while you get eaten.”
That was fine by me. I smiled and closed my eye. “You’re a good pony, Lyra,” I said.
The timberwolf had swallowed my whole body now, just my head sticking out of its mouth. I thought about my life back on earth, and back on Corneria. Nothing could top this moment. I felt digestive juices swirling around my feet and had to curl my legs to fit inside its stomach. The timberwolf’s tummy rumbled pleasantly, and I came, shooting my load inside it. I heard Lyra’s orgasm too. She was a screamer.
Then, with a final growl, it slurped my head down and swallowed. It was over. I was done for. And as I curled up inside the stomach of the timberwolf, I had only one thought: I had finally found my place in life.
I smiled as my body slowly dissolved.