Chapter 1: Bitten off more than you can chew.
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The distant echo of an extended scuffle scathed the once stagnant salt mine. Predators had now run rampant in these underground excavations. Only the foolish and prideful would ever dare enter.
Ignoring the warnings however, the champion of the prairie found herself in quite the predicament. Wolves by the pack, blocked both her way forward and her way back. As easy as it was to beat these pawed cretins to the ground. The question was for how long and how many were left. Seemingly endless.
"Ha… ha… Just like my pa always says 'if you're looking to square dance, best be prepared for allota dance partners". She then threw her rope out to catch another predator but unfortunately for her one of the bigger ones caught it.
"Ah fiddlesticks." As her prized rope was yanked from her teeth then flayed to laces.
In utter awe, she froze for a second too long. One of the wolves took its opportunity to tackle her and force her onto her back. Arizona tried her muscles but none of them responded. The body had given out after hours of fighting. She was now at the predator's mercy.
"C…can't move… Gotta get… up and show ya'll what"
The predators paw pressed against Arizona's lips. It looked like this particular one had enough of her countryisms. And with only her eyes to wander, Arizona's gaze fell upon teeth. The muzzle, the breath and the worst of all, the sound of the monsters faltered her previously brave heart.
Meanwhile, the predators were conversing amongst each other. The low growls are a language of short statements for clarity. Much of the voices were consolidating which part of their meal to eat first: Limbs, organs and ribs were by far the most popular. Minutes passed and tensions built up yet the wolves did nothing. The domineering wolf had the honor of the takedown and therefore had the privilege of dealing the killing blow; This was the unspoken rule within the pack.
Arizona held her tongue, her eyes full of fear and a deeper sense of disappointment in herself. With her aching paralysed muscles, She could only beg for mercy with her eyes. The prolonged hesitation gave her a tinge of hope, though the crowd was getting restless. The gargly hum of the pack devolved into a cacophony of snarls and barks. The impatient insatiable meat auction began now, even in the wolf's native tongue it became a blend of crunching glass to hear.
By instinct, he let the crowd reach its peak. And everything went to the point of breaking there was….
"Silence!" the wolf roared out into the crowd.
"You are unlike anything we have faced, my irritating little morsel. Your meat is tough, lean and will be hard to chew. Your bones would surely pierce our jaws ,let alone choke our throats. We will spare you, only for you to serve us. You will break and if not. You will die."
The wolf explored her facial features with sloppy licks. The salt, the desperation and the fear gave him further incentive for his domination. He reveled into making this once troublesome cow into the breeding bitch for the pack. Arizona squealed with each brush of taste buds against her fur. This lasted for a few minutes, her face and underbelly taking the brunt of it. He was saving the most sensitive parts for last. The wolf growled at a sudden realization, 'She should feel the pain she had caused us at least once'. The predator's maw drew his teeth out in a wicked, angry smile, his jaw unhinged then clamped onto one of her forelegs. This bite was not enough to draw blood but left indents of jagged teeth.
"Yee-ow!" Arizona woke from being half asleep, her consciousness had been faltering after being knocked down.
"So you are awake." She dare not speak."Good. My little morsel. I'm sure you'll enjoy whats next. I know I will."
The wolf's vanished into the darkness though to him he took a few steps back. With a grin, he knelt down and spread her legs outward, eliciting a slight whine. Arizona's slit was pristine and untouched, perfect for the taking. He dipped his nose in and rolled his tongue around, dry but that would change soon enough….
The predator poked and prodded around her crotch. A texture quite different than her belly or face. He could feel the sensitive and supple meat beneath. Unmuscled and untainted, the wolf teased around her little lovebud. Arizona moaned with gritted teeth. She had no idea what she was feeling. It was like needing to go without needing to go. She chocked it up to embarrassment for now, a building, budding, growing embarrassment.
"Mmmhmmmmm…" Arizona couldn't help herself. The position she was in was helpless, she might as well enjoyed it.
Arizona's pussy slobbered all over the wolf's chin and maw. A brief reprieve from the cowlingus gave him a moment to view his fine, messy work. She felt in that moment a great emptiness within her loins. She thought it was anti-climatically over but as soon as she thought that, the gears shifted to max.
With no hesitation he drove his muzzle deep into her. Both teeth and tongue defiled her clitorial hood with soft nipping and even rough licking. He was milking this cow one way or another. Her response was less than elegant. Arizona loosened her jaw and sealed her eyes shut. A mcflurry of ooo's and aaa's filled the room as his assault paced up in intensity. Arizona could feel her back arching up instinctively. Something needed to go, everything was burning now head to hoof. She was close, so close to a new experience. But then…
Everything stopped.
Through the hazy denial, she heard him again.
"Enjoying yourself?" The wolf grinned.
"Y-yes…Please… Why didja stop?" Arizona huffed.
"Because I want something in return."
"A-anything… Just please…"
"Submit to me and I'll show you the other side."
"O-ok… I submit."
"Good."
Arizona was once again face to face with the wolf. He sported a noticeable eager grin. She had no idea why he didn't go back to licking her until she felt it. The base of his knot against her slit…
"Know my name, cow, as Fluffers the Wiseclaw. From this moment forth, as I claim you, you will serve as our champion and simultaneously our breeding cow."
Fluffers hoisted up Arizona's left hind leg between his underbelly and his own hind leg. Arizona's right counterpart was pinned by Fluffer's knee, forcing a similar position to the splits. Fluffers wasted no more time.
With one single powerful thrust, he breached her hymen. Shockwaves of pain and pleasure rushed through every nerve in Arizona's body. She arched her back and expended much of her remaining strength climaxing on her first hilting. Fluffers noticed her fading consciousness and growled in anger.
"Passing out is the last thing you'll do!" He howled out, summoning a shadow orb to his location. Fluffers then seized the orb and placed it in Arizona's mouth to swallow. Covering her mouth for good measure, his cow eventually gave in to the necessity of breath.
Arizona coughed out, regaining much of her vitality. She had strength now. There was enough strength in her body to kick him off and escape but she wanted it. Fluffers knew the risk as well as he stared back into her eyes, still buried deep inside of her. A sickening pause between them lasted for several seconds. Both of them were breathing each other in until one of them broke the silence.
"Please… I want more." She spoke without a care or responsibility in the world. This moment, despite the context, was hers alone.
"As you wish." The predator abided by this and thrusted, to the base of the knot into her.
He was gentle now knowing his victory was assured. Fluffers focused on giving this obedient little cow what she deserved. He did slow thrusts to lubricate and loosen her vice like cow pussy. They both feverant in lust as their sex created their bond. Predator and prey in an unholy matrimony.
Arizona moaned as her beef wallet was stuffed by predator cock. She did her best to pull him deep, wanting her clit rubbed raw by his knot bit in her naivety but didn't know what the knot did. Arizona's snatch became more welcoming as her juices basted Fluffer's dick. The improved comfortable thrusting, he began to accelerate his pace. To her and his pleasure nonetheless. Minutes passed and his thrusting continued to give him deeper and deeper access.
"You've done well… heheh… Never thought prey would be my finest lay." He grinned at the mooing and moaning Arizona. He could feel himself getting close. His cow had already been milked multiple in the minutes prior; it was his turn now.
"Now for the final knot to tie loose ends." He pulled out till only his tip rested inside.
"Tha whu-!AHH."
Fluffers hilted her to the knot over and over again. The aggressive attempts at breaking that final stretch battered Arizona's entrance. She cooed, the rapid pumping causing her voice to slightly morph with each rapid thrust. Her vulva was turning red from the abuse but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Fluffers felt it every five thrust, her cunt was sopping and begging for the swelling knot. Each time he felt more of his length fill her, the faster he became. 'Can't believe I'm fucking my food' he manages to think while getting oh so near his goal. In finality, his knot broke through and his tip kissed her cervix for the first time. He stuffed her prey's womb to the brim in predatory seed, his tongue lolled out as he was overheated. Spurt after spurt, fired randomly, painting her uterus with viscous virile with semen. She huffed and puffed as her innards were warmed by his claiming cream. In their sudden partnership they both knew what was going to happen next.
Their eyes fluttered to a close as the fluffers passed out on a passing out Arizona.
The pack wolves stood in solidarity, sharing empathy for each other from the sheer awkwardness that Fluffers initiated. This fervent display of hatefucking burnt images in their head and their eyes could not stop staring at its messy aftermath. Though most of them were instinct based in their thought process, what happened irked them to the very core. Slowly but surely,The pack shook their heads in disbelief then headed to patrol or at least be somewhere else. Pairs of eyes faded into obscurity, ones by twos by threes. By minutes pass, there was only a single wolf beside Fluffers left. This lone wolf was no bitter but sad. A whimper escaped his maw as he sulked his way out, having the final word in the fiasco.
“And this was my favorite spot too.”
After a while, droplets reclaimed to be the commanding sound of the cavern. Fluffer’s and Arizona’s breaths were sounding labored no more as they delved deeper into sleep. The duo’s breathing pressed against one another, warming them with friction based proximity. A fully notched in fulcrum connected them, knotting aside Arizona’s fore hooves took a liking to Fluffer’s backside. She held them tight enough to be felt but not tight enough to restrict her lover’s breathing. Fluffers lightly growled in response, his still embedded knot keeping every drop of his seed in. Subconsciously, he could feel Arizona’s acclimation to him, her folds lessened their attempts to push him out and became a more than suitable nestle of his meat. He purred, slipping into a dream of her new fate.
Fluffers blinked awake. It was high time to make his dream a reality. Fluffers’ member had softened to the knot yet it still corked him inside of her. He made an attempt of unknotting with a slight tug of both his hind legs. Obviously, the attempt failed. Fluffers cracked his neck as his fore paws raised to standing, and looked down at her. Still sleeping. He gave her a quick grin then proceeded preparing the second attempt. Placing both of his at the center of her breastplate, he reaffirmed his position with his hind legs. Afterward, Fluffers gave her a slight lick to see if she was awake. Current answer: No; Future answer: he’d like to find out. With preparation finished, Fluffers took a deep breath in ceremony... before unceremoniously uncorking himself from his mate. The soft supple slick of his dick gave out a satisfying pop, her folds were gorged with sweat, cum and the occasion dusty refuse of the mine. Arizona grunted as a response but never lifted an eye open. Impressive Fluffers thought to himself as he started to investigate the surrounding. Circling Arizona’s still unconscious body as if to protect and lay claim. He wouldn’t notice it himself but this was the first sign of care Fluffers showed her.
When Fluffer’s eyes and nose gave an all clear that no one was in the immediate area, he began admiring Arizona. Although being quite disposed, the small cow managed to spark a semblance of attractiveness. Strong and headstrong, the ideal mate for him. If not for the interspecies barrier, he’d enjoy creating a pack with her. Upon closer inspection, however, he realized the injuries he had caused her in the heat of the moment. Slight red welts where he sunk his teeth into, the claw marks where he held her down and the absolutely creamed country cunt was red and ripe from the abuse. Fluffers frowned at his ferocious instinct had taken over him once more. He’ll be gentler next time, a promise he’ll likely try to keep.
With a few licks, he tasted the futility of his cleaning method. This was not a way that he could efficiently clean her fully without risking another of his pack challenging him for his winnings. Much of the pack was indeed stronger than him, albeit dumber to counterbalance their strength. The risk of Fluffer’s death was far too great in the wide open and risks were not part of his plan. Fluffers’ plan involved gaining protection from the Alpha. As strong and as big the Alpha was, Fluffers knew how gaudy and prideful he was; The fact that he kept the smaller and weaker preds by his side to aid him in battle gave Fluffers some hope. Arizona was prey after all. Fluffers needed to move her quickly without waking her. Reason being there would be one less set of hooves to alert nearby brethren.
Arizona was nudged onto her belly by Fluffers’ snout, he took great care in being as gentle as he could. Another subconscious gesture of a growing kindness toward her by him. Using his shoulders as fulcrum, Fluffers lifted Arizona by her centermass. Arizona’s breast and belly swayed back and forth against the flurry of fur and beast as Fluffers himself shimmied her down his neck and unto the comfortable carry that was his back. With a granted sigh, his nose caught onto the stench even before the first dew of his seed dripped onto the floor. It was clear what had to be done. Though it irks Fluffers having to expose one of his well kept secrets, with a trail of cum nonetheless. He knew of a place where the wolves dare not know and the secret left inside was abandoned long ago.
Fluffers’ mind had been plagued by parasitic thoughts of his standings with the pack. The term ‘Prey-difile’ or ‘Prey Fucker’ were going to be invented because of him. Chances of him being ousted as an outsider were outstandingly high and not to his liking. Death would soon follow if that were to happen to him. Minuscules samples of spunk tapered in segments and smeared his side when Arizona’s body swayed to smudge it. Fluffers paid no mind to it. The more pressing issue was getting the doubt in his mind. However, whatever he did it only suppressed them for seconds at time. A good fifteen minutes of growing paranoia, subsided as he reached the secret entrance. The body was sore and tight from the stress on his back and on his mind. Though that didn’t matter now. One final hurdle before he was safe.
The room he now resided in had little semblance of natural generation. This quaint medium sized enclosure was ridden with Cervine wall sculptures. Architecture that only served to disguise the functional wooden supports. If not of the decay, you could hard tell the supports were there. Moreover, the sculpted materials were foreign, transplanted artificially with mortar. He came to admire the design but despise the overarching tone. Pride beckons downfall more often than not. Fluffers reached for a sculpted horn adorned near an obvious, not obvious gateway to the otherside. Once pulled, the wall shook while revealing a small inchling of a gap. He pushed in and entered his claimed sanctum. Finally, Both him and her were safe. Fluffers closed the secret door behind him and the mechanism reset. For now, he’ll set Arizona down and rest himself.
***
Arizona woke to the sound of distant tinkering, her eyes desynced as they opened and shut at the source of the ruckus. Fluffers had not noticed her waking as his back was turned to her searching through crates. Arizona worked her eyes back to sync, blinking back to reality. The blur of her recently awakened eyes subsided and she began to detail her environment. Light from the ceiling shimmered onto a steamy pool, smoothed rock served as the pool's lip and a big pile of crates had been relegated to the corner far from the previous. And one particular crate had Fluffers on it. He was looking around meticulously and without clutter, his head bobbing between the large crates and poking at its inner contents. Arizona was fascinated at this display of intelligence until she felt the stickiness down below. She dipped her fore hoof down below and a gooey string of white stuck to her hoof.
“So you are awake now.” Fluffers stood proud atop the boxes with a recently found bucket. “Good. We’ll take care of that little problem in a moment. Come here.”
“Uh…” She was obligated to listen but hesitated. Fluffers was a no good predator anyway... right?
“That wasn’t a suggestion. That was an order.” He growled. “Or would you like me to leave you like that. Disobedience will be punished.”
Arizona looked down then back up to the predator. She sighed as she was bound by her own word, her own submission to him. “Fluffers… might I ask something?”
“You may.”
“When I was under them chompers, what made you want to do it instead? Din’t know predators would do that. When you opened your big scary maw I sure thought I was a goner. What changed?”
“The fact that one lone calf was enough for at least a dozen of my brethren. If you were on our side, that would tip the war to our favor if only a little bit.”
“Well, My pa always says that…”
“Can you not?” The wolf stamps his paw down. “I’ve answered. Now come.”
Arizona awkwardly shuffled toward Fluffers, tail tucked between her legs. She could feel each and every drop leaking down her legs and now tail. Ari blushed walking forward as his seed marked her progress. It didn't help that now she felt the incessant gurgle and turgle of her overfilled womb. She stopped midway to feel her distended belly with her hoof. A bit of pride through the mere touch. When she finally got close enough, Fluffers greeted her with a simple gesture to lay down. She obliged and he pulled out a bucket. A bucket. Ari's eyes looked up at Fluffers with ears flopped down her facial expression said something simple, Of course…
"Not what I had in mind for milking a cow. But you'd know a thing or two about that don't you Arizona?" Fluffers grinned with widened teeth.
"Shut yer trap." She was as red as a tomato pepper.
"Still Feisty, me Likey." He said kissing her forehead and rubbing her belly. "Now relax, I'm taking the cum out and making you nice and clean."
"But why tho?" She huffed, looking away in embarrassment.
"Sprucing you up for The Alpha. I need you to be good, clean and loyal when I present you to him. And Present my case. You are going to find us the key or help us stop the others in doing so."
"But…"
"Stop right there. If you have the strength to argue with me. You have the strength to kill me. Don't bore me with words…" Fluffers spread lower lips wide with two digits of his paw.
"Hhnn…" Ari's eyes half lidded in response.
He continued. "... To save your world you doom ours. Things aren't always black and white and War has no victors. If you're willing and able to explain to me that your side is objectively better, which is not, or a solution to our age old hunger then be my guest."
Globs of his thick white cream streamed out of her as he rubbed down her belly. Arizona couldn’t help but moan as the pressure inside her relinquished itself in groves. Down the bucket it all went. She turned her attention back at Fluffers, whose paw’s spigoted her vagina like a spile on a Maple Tree. He was intently staring at her nether, getting his digits soaked in seed just for her. Fluffers rubbed circles around her belly, pressing the cum lump down wherever he needed to. Arizona could tell he was deep in thought, like her pa always does. Her father would always furrowed his brow and stare intently into the open.
“What’s on yer mind, Sugar?” She endeared him.
“Your belly is soft, your nethers are even softer and yet you are strong.” Fluffers complimented. “You’ve been raised well. Taught to fight well. You feel like you’ve been loved your entire lifetime…”
He growled at his own saying, also noticing the tap ran dry down under. Fluffers calmed down when he realized something. Arizona was his and could very well be only his. He smirked at the idea, keeping her for his own. Who needs loyalty to the pack anyway? Fluffers, despite the intelligence he purported, was considered an Omega. Commendations for his efforts were few and far between and only directed to the pack, not specifically to him. He snarled now at the wall, angry due to the epiphany of futile attempts at recognition. There was nothing going for him, not here. Fuck The Alpha, She’s mine and I’m going to make her my mate. Fluffers thought, growing a newly endowed indignance.
“Yer poking me with that thing, Fluffers.” Fluffers blinked back into reality and switched his focus to Arizona.
"Perfect timing. Now… time for you to return the favor." Fluffers grinned, poking at her leg again.
She nodded in agreement and proceeded with her hoof, sitting up and rubbing his junk."Alrighty then."
"Silly cow, with your mouth." He scooched beside her and leaned his back against the adjacent wall, his member nearly slathering her face in the transition.
"But my pa always said…"
"Go on. I'd actually like to hear this time. Use your hooves while you're at it."
Arizona's ears propped up in full 'Golly'. She was in genuine shock he'd allow her sayings after denying her for the past few times. Arizona assumed a more comfortable position on her belly. This allowed her hooves to carefully stroke his fully extended mast, knot and all. And to add to all this, she beamed with family pride as she began to speak.
"My Pa always says not to put anything thats no-"
Fluffers subtly and suddenly gripped both her horns and promptly shut her up. He grinned as his cow clamped onto his member as quick as his forced entry. A bit of teeth may have grazed his member but it was worth it to show a cow her place. She understood the gesture and teared up a bit inside. Arizona sighed, slurped and gulped down her pride along with Fluffers' cock. Fluffers was her master now. No getting around it so she'd might as well enjoy it.
"No teeth, Ari. Use your tongue and cheek antics somewhere else." Fluffers patted her head while simultaneously guiding her down his length. "What did you say again? Mess with the cow you get the horns. I'd like to say I'll update that quote for you. I'M messing with the cow with its horns."
Arizona grunted at that snide statement but was distracted by more pressing issues, like the knot against her nose. She was helpless, hapless, subjected to being a wolf's dickholster. Multiple times her pride was degraded by Fluffers' abuse. There was no countryism worth a damn enough to save her now. She suckled air through her nose as there was little gap between lips and meat. Nothing but the rhythm of his thrusts mattered now. In and out. In and out. In and out. Just like her breathing. The culmination of seconds turned to minutes to seeming hours, though the hours were hyperbole. Through all of this, she acquired the taste of wolf dick, as if she chewed an unsalted cracker for an extended time. Something new inside her developed, the inner meekness of prey. Driving the machination of self preservation down, Arizona felt a freedom of responsibility and the prospect of subservience. At this moment, as her pride finally snuffed itself out, she muffled out a sensual moan.
The moment Fluffers felt her fighting stop, her neck relaxing and her head beginning to bob on its own, he pulled out to greet his new mate.
"Enjoying yourself?" He said patting her head gently.
He reveled in the scene before him. Arizona exhaled heavy condensation on his ballsack while her eye was shut from his saliva ridden cock. Arizona's disposition was jaded but determined, still clinging to his knot with a rogue licking tongue. He thrusted once against her face, eliciting a moan. Perfection at its finest.
"Good girl. Now it's time for the grand finale."
Fluffers resheathed his cock into her awaiting jaw. Using her horns to thrust, he spread her inner throat wide open.
"Glk. Glk…. Mhmm…"
Her face was absolutely disheveled and splattered with saliva and sweat. The knot frequently booped her nose. And Fluffers kept thrusting.
"Glugck gluck, gluck slorp."
Her eyes rolled back in complete incoherence as the salty pre graced her throat. She could feel the constant pressure of the knot against her lips and the chokepoint of his tip forcing itself deeper. And Fluffers kept thrusting. Faster this time.
"Glkglkglkglk."
The amalgamation of force and ferocity, culminating along with the asphyxiation, burned a blaze into her nethers. She couldn't help but cum from defilement that her throat suffered. Much of the enjoyment had been the constant battering was the smell of his musk, the texture of his cock and knot and best of all the taste. Arizona could feel him now getting close. Fluffer's meat anchor pulsated and swelled, still threatening to fill her cheeks. She'd love to take it in its entirety, hugging it with her cheeks and tongue. It was the least she could do.
Meanwhile, on the edge of his own climax, Fluffers released the beast. Feral erratic hilting was all he knew now. The necessity of release clouded his mind. The eyes were closed and became blind. The overarching tinnitus of rythmn made him deaf. He felt his body ache then numb. The last remaining sensation he felt, he lived, was dicking her into submission.
Fluffers crossed that final barrier. The swelling knot popped past her lips and swelled her cheeks. Arizona muffled a moo and came over that. Thick ropes of seed gleefully gurgled as it flooded Ati's First stomach. Although, his climatic spams continued, filling her belly enough to distend and then some. Out of her nostrils it finally went.
He couldn't pull out of her so transformed himself to a heap of shadows and fur, leaving a coughing cow in his wake.
"G-guck-Golly… that sure was something… I think Ahm in love." She eeked out while licking her stained face.
"Mhmmm." He didn't have the energy to respond nor move. Now it was time for him to pass out…
Until the wolves attacked the door.
