title: The Wolf's Den aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alexiwolf1] id: [44720245] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期日, 八月 28日 2022, 10:49:03 晚上

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The Wolf's Den

Author: Alexiwolf1 Source: The Wolf's Den

Larius was a dark brown bear and a bumbling thief. He was part of a gang of thieves known around the plaza, Larius the most well-known as he was always the one tasked with the worst of the jobs. He can’t even count how many times he was beat up after trying to steal from Gar’s Bodega, and despite all the times he failed, he just kept getting ordered to go back. But tonight, he was ordered to go somewhere else, a place that was seemingly abandoned.

 A tall, old looking home stood surprisingly close to a community of trailers. The building looked a bit rundown and looked like all it had to offer had already been taken based on how it appeared from the outside. Larius was tasked with robbing the building of anything that looked valuable, his boss saying it would be an easy job for an incompetent buffoon like him. As an assurance, Larius was given a special burrito that his leader claimed could: “get you out of danger in a pinch.” The thief trusted his leader despite how horrible he was to him; he was the naïve sort in that way.

Howl

A wolf’s howl came from the eerie looking house and sent a shiver down the thief’s spine. Despite his fear, Larius was determined to complete his job so he could finally get the recognition he so desired from his boss. He steels himself and spots an open window with a slight breeze blowing through it that pushed the old curtains out of the way, allowing the thief to see an old looking wall behind them. Larius glances around the area before making a dash towards the window. He leaps at the gap, his body getting stuck on the sill. “Urgh!” Larius kicks wildly as he struggles to push himself over the edge, eventually managing to do so with the aid of a stray gale.

“Woah… That was awesome! I’m so sneaky!” the bear shouts, not being as sneaky as he proclaimed.

Crash

A loud crashing sound comes from another room inside the house. “W-wait! Is someone in here with me?!” Larius cries out, looking around the room he was in. He finds an open door that leads to a hallway filled with pictures. He exits into the hall and looks at the paintings, the eyes on the old portraits following him as he walks. “These paintings are so boring. Who would buy these?”

Howl

Another howl. It sounded much closer this time. “I-is a wolf in here with me?” Larius shudders, reaching into his pocket instinctively. He pulls out the burrito his boss gave him and thinks. “If I use this now, the wolf won’t find me. I bet I’ll be able to find some gold around here at that size and bring it back to the boss. He’ll be so proud of me!” Without a second thought, the thief stuffs the burrito down his throat sloppily, barely chewing the food in a hurry to get it into his stomach. “Eugh, that tasted awful!” Larius retches, picking a few strands of the burrito from his teeth. “Huh? I feel funny…” Larius scratches his head for a moment before he finds himself in midair.

The thief crashes down onto the hall’s long rug, finding himself within the strands. “Huh?! Wow! That burrito shrank me!” Larius screams in excitement. He looks around the room, the world around him having completely changed from what he once knew it as. The towering strands of the carpet formed a forest of fabric for the thief to traverse through. He begins to walk through the carpet, searching for treasures he believed to be hidden within. He was unable to find anything save for some dirt and what appeared to be strands of purple fur. “Fur? I wonder who left this behind.”

Boom

A loud thundering boom shakes the floor of the old home, causing Larius to go flying high into the air. The bear latches onto a strand of the carpet, able to see much more than he once was. From a room down the hall, the thief could see the terrifying shadow of a monster creeping towards the hallway. As it moved, another loud boom came that shook the floor again. “W-what is that?!” Larius trembles, shaking the fabric he held onto. The shadow was drawing nearer, and the thief’s blood pressure rose as it did.

A large purple fur covered arm creeps out from behind the corner and grips the wall. A ferocious and sexy beast with thick arms, thighs, massive pecs, and strong abs makes himself seen to the tiny thief. He only wore a pair of ripped jeans and an open green shirt that revealed his muscular figure. He had a fur covered tail, sharp canine teeth, and pointy ears, leading Larius to conclude he was a werewolf.

The hunky werewolf looks around the hall, seeming quite familiar with the surroundings. He sniffs the musty air of the hall, as if he were searching for something.

A little bit earlier.

“Aw, looks like I have the place all to myself for the week.” Bernard sighs as he drags his arms while heading to the kitchen. He lets out a pained howl, his caring heart feeling heavy. He didn’t like being alone and already missed his wife who was on vacation with his daughter for the week, even though they had only left an hour ago. Bernard decided to head to the kitchen to prepare something to eat, opening the cabinets. He reaches for a plate, but he was clumsy, and it drops, shattering to the floor. In anguish at the loss of one of his favorite plates, the purple reverse werewolf lets out a howl. “Just my luck. I’d better clean this up or else- “Bernard’s ear twitches as he picks up on a sound from one of the rooms of the house, a sound like someone speaking. “’Is someone in my house?! Who’s sneaking in here?’” The wolf-man grumbles as he heads out into the hall, trying to find traces of whoever was inside the building with him.

The towering man of fur and muscle begins to walk, his thundering footsteps causing Larius to lose his hold. The ground continues to shake violently as the massive wolf-man approaches. A massive shadow encompasses the bear, replacing the faint lights of the hallway. The thief gazes upward when he manages to find his bearings, seeing the massive form of the home’s owner looming over him. A huge paw rises over the tiny thief, the dark pads of the giant’s foot spelling only trouble for the tiny. The air grows tense with a putrid musk, dirt debris crashing around down into the strands of the carpet. A great warmth fills the air as well, making the already horrid aroma all the worse.

“Crap!” Larius struggles to his feet, trying to run away from the massive paw of the oblivious father. A thick and ungroomed patch of carpet strands block off the path of the thief, leaving him with no escape as the giant’s foot was already upon him. The massive paw presses down onto Larius, the rough skin warm and musky. He fully expected to die, but it seemed the burrito had made him a bit more durable. That wasn’t to say he didn’t feel pin.

“Where the heck did the intruder go?” Bernard wonders, walking through the empty hall of his house. He was growing more frustrated and confused as the seconds passed by.

The paw of the giant wolf-man flexed, burying Larius deeper into the musky, dirty sole. The weight on the thief shifts as Bernard lifts his foot to walk, providing a momentary feeling of relief for Larius as the uncomfortable threads of fabric left him. He was soon greeted by them once more as the massive foot of the giant father slams back down into the threads of fabric. What was a forest for the thief was nothing more than an unseeable steppingstone for the wolf. This process repeated for some time. Bernard would raise his foot providing a brief few seconds of relief for Larius before the he slammed his foot back down into the itchy rough fabric, something that didn’t bother him but certainly bothered the thief.

“Guess it was my imagination.” Bernard scratches his ears and decides to head to the living room.

Larius could feel his bones start to ache as the pain grew worse. The smelly, dirty paws of the dad increased in potency with every step, the stench incredibly thick. The thundering booms of the oblivious giant’s footfalls were starting to become rhythmic, indicating he now had a set destination. Quakes continue to rumble through the thief’s body with each step the father takes, his head ringing in a daze. As Bernard continued walking, he slid his foot back with each step, peeling off the tiny bear slowly as more dry dirt attaches to his already filthy paw. Larius’ head unsticks, allowing him to see a bit when Bernard next raised his foot. He could see in the blurry distance the hard wooden floor of the building, something that struck fear in him. If the giant pressed him down against that, it would certainly be far more painful than the carpet.

The wooden floor was two steps away, so Larius had to act quickly. He struggles and twitches violently, trying with all his might to escape the dirty paw of his unaware torturer. Bernard slams his other foot down, leaving only one more step left before an extremely painful step for the thief. Larius squirms harder, the wolf’s foot lifting high into the air again. Sweat encased the weary body of the thief, the heat having caused him to start sweating profusely. He was beginning to lose his hold on the rough paw of the dad, his arms falling away from the skin. Larius looks out at the wooden floor, Bernard’s foot would reach it soon. He pushes hard with his now free arms and finally manages to push himself away.

BOOM

Larius lands in the fabric, just as Bernard’s foot slams onto the wooden floor ahead. The thief, still dazed from the experience, makes a rash decision to rush towards the giant. His reasoning was that latching onto the dad would allow him to move around faster, and that’s as far as he thought. As Bernard was busy moving his other foot forward, Larius dashed towards his heel, latching onto the sea of purple fur. The giant’s foot rises again, luckily for Larius, he wasn’t under it this time.

BOOM

The sound of the heavy foot of the wolf slamming into the ground below screams once more in the otherwise quiet home. The thief manages to hold onto the thick fur of the unaware wolf-man as he walks.

Bernard makes his way towards the living room, feeling what he thought to be a flee on his heel. He didn’t mind all too much as he was used to it, and since he was alone, no one would tell him to clean himself like usual. He makes his way over to the worn-down green couch and sits down on it in front of the tv. He places his legs up on the table and relaxes, pulling down his ripped pants to reveal his tight white underwear.

Larius is tossed down onto the hard table once Bernard puts his feet up. He shakes off the pain and looks up before him to see the towering paws of the dad. Large feet, paw pads covered in dirt and a bit of sweat, the scent they cast nearly indescribable in the wretched odor they produced. Past the massive soles of the dad were his long and muscular legs swathed in a thick covering of purple fur. Larius began thinking of what to do and came to an idea. “I’ll climb up him and pretend to be a ghost! Then I’ll force him to give me all his stuff!” This plan seemed sound to the bear, despite it being anything but, yet he had already made up his mind. He approaches the massive paw of the dad and starts to climb it. It would have been more reasonable to climb the furry thigh of the giant, but Larius was too lazy to go around the wide sole.

“Hm?” Bernard thought he felt something on his foot pressing against his pads. The feeling provided a ticklish sensation for the dad.

Larius pressed into the familiar flesh, the pads of the wolf’s paws rough and tired. The thief attempts to climb the sturdy sole, managing to find a hold in the wrinkles of the skin. He grabs one of the holds, the scent of the wolf-man filling his nose, the smell just as foul as before. It was difficult to tell the scent apart from his own as he had been dominated by the unknowing sole of the dad for so long. His sweaty body made it much more challenging to ascend the tired paws, the thief nearly losing his hold multiple times during his ascension. Eventually, he manages to find his stride and starts climbing much faster than before, reaching the upper set of pads within a minute of climbing.

Bernard could still feel something tickling his paw, but he decided to let it be, knowing scratching tended to make things much worse. He focused on trying to relax, not knowing what to do with himself when no one was around. He would take for any kind of company at this point.

Larius manages to make his way up the top set of paw pads of Bernard’s foot and reaches his toes. Five digits surround him, large as houses. The toes twitch and flick, the webspace between them sensitive. The thief takes a hesitant step and immediately feels the middle and second toe close in on him. The warm putrid fur clamps around his sides, toying with his body. The more the bear attempts to struggle, the tighter the hold grows. The air was quickly leaving his lungs, replaced with the musky odor. All the while, large clumps of dirt and fur started falling around him from above, the thief being assaulted by the dirty substances. One of Bernard’s old furs falls and caresses the face of the bear, leaving a trail of dirt and dust across his left cheek and a bit of dirt inside his mouth. “Ack!” Larius chokes, trying harder to escape the vice grip of Bernard’s toes, his eyes watering.

“What to do?” Bernard thought about moving from the couch to find some activity to engage in, but he didn’t feel like putting in the effort. Bored, he starts flicking his toes, feeling the friction caused by the contact of skin against skin.

A rush of static electricity coursed through Larius; the intensity of the shock much greater due to the bear’s size. He felt his fur heating up and becoming slightly singed, the thief nearly blacking out. His struggles grew weaker as the furry toes of the wolf-man continue pressing against each other to amuse the giant.

After some time, Bernard grows bored with the temporary distraction and leans back, pressing a bored hand against his package.

Larius finds himself sliding down the middle toe of the wolf-man. He struggles to his feet in a dizzying daze. Upon recovery, the thief continues his journey to the face of the giant, staring out at the vast landscape of purple fur. He would need to descend the top of the massive paw of the giant and trek across his strong leg to his thick thigh. After that, the thief would need to make it past the hills of temptation and through the field of muscles up to the neck of the titan. It would be a difficult journey, but it was one Larius was willing to tackle.

The bear-man slides down the upturned foot of the dad and starts his trek across the furry leg of the titan. The field was warm, the skin beneath the fur rough and well-toned. The thief powers through, his legs growing tangled in clumps of fur a few times, causing him to stumble and take in mouthfuls of dirty fur. It was at times like this he wished he wasn’t so clumsy, but it would all be worth it when he made the wolf-man follow his demands and bring his leader all of his treasures.

“Should I?” Bernard ponders engaging in some self-pleasure as he massages his crotch. He didn’t want to soak the couch, but it had been a little while since he last felt the sweet release of an orgasm. Each stroke of his debating cock in mid erection made the temptation to masturbate that much harder to resist.

Crossing the large thigh of the wolf-man was a longer endeavor than moving across the wolf-man’s leg, but Larius made it all the same. He was about to pass into the field of muscles when he laid eyes upon the hand of the giant reaching down to the hills of temptation. It stroked the wet fabric that kept the hills blocked from revealing their glory to all, spreading the musky scent of the wolf-man to the nose of the thief. Larius struggled to resist the temptation for a moment before immediately giving in. He rushes down Bernard’s thigh onto the couch cushions and dashes towards the hefty package of the dad. The scent grows stronger the closer he gets, the erotic smell luring him, not that Larius was even trying to resist.

The tiny thief crashes into the wet underwear of the dad, feeling the squishy ball skin through the thin fabric. He tries to find an entrance to the hills but is unable to. Fortunately, the fabric was already on its last legs and gave way to the claws of the thief who then proceeded to toss himself at the bulbous testicles. Warm and musky fur greets Larius, throwing him into an aroused state of pure pleasure. He felt the skin pulse to his touch, pressing him against the semen-stained fabric behind him.

“What the?!” Bernard felt something ticking his balls, providing a pleasurable sensation. It was too strong of a feeling to be any sort of bug, at least not any he knew of. He tries to remove his underwear but accidentally ends up tearing through it. “Uhh…” With a sigh, Bernard begins to move his fingers against his furry balls to try and find what was tickling him.

TEAR

A loud and slightly wet tearing sound could be heard all around the tiny thief, making him look up in disbelief. The massive wall of white that once surrounded him had vanished, now replaced with a purple and black sky. The sky proceeds to fall and reach out toward the tiny thief, leading him to try and hide within the forest of fur. Despite his efforts to hide, Larius found himself within the firm grip of the giant dad that proceeds to lift him away from the hills of desire.

Bernard finds what he was searching for, pinching it carefully and successfully trapping it between his thumb and middle finger. He brings his hand to his face and easily spots the thing tickling his balls between his fingers. “What in the world?!” the dad exclaimed in surprise. Between his fingers was a tiny bear no larger than one of the fleas he would find in his fur. The bear struggled in his grip before turning to face him, his eyes filling with horror.

Larius found himself staring into the focused black spheres within the backdrop of yellow. The giant was looking directly at him, his expression one of anger. The thief shows fear for a moment before realizing now is his chance to carry out his plan. He smiles as wickedly as possible and starts to put his plan into action.

“Cower before me wolf! I am the… uh… ghost of despair! ‘Nailed it!’” Bernard furrows his brow at the boisterous bear between his fingers. He sniffs Larius and picks up on a scent he had smelled earlier that night. “Hey, you’re that intruder I smelled earlier!” the dad snarls, showing his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with rage. Larius feels his heart sink into his stomach, his illusion instantly broken through by the keen nose of the reverse werewolf. “What the heck are you doing in my house?!” Bernard snaps. “I thought this place was empty! I-I didn’t know sir!” The giant shakes his head, not swayed by the pleading voice of his captive. “I don’t believe you! You came in here to steal something, didn’t you?!” The thief’s eyes start to shift around nervously. “No…” Larius says in his least convincing voice possible.

Bernard lifts the thief above his head and looks up at him. He opens his mouth wide, revealing his long, wet tongue and sharp white fangs. Larius squirms and tries to hold onto the thick purple fur as the dad lowers the intruder down to his awaiting maw. Larius feels the hot and wet breath of the giant, watching the long tongue sway in wait for its meal. Bernard prepares to release the thief, his tongue pressing against his shoes, when he suddenly has a change of mind.

Larius had prepared to give up when he felt the warm breath stop. He looks down to find the giant bringing him back in front of his face. The giant lets out a sigh, his wet breath wafting over the thief. “You know, I really should just eat you, but… I’ve been kind of lonely lately here by myself. So, I think I’ll keep you around to keep me company. That sounds like a suitable punishment to me.” Bernard grins, bringing his other hand down to feel his growing erection. “And I know just what to do with you, heh heh…” the dad chuckles, his masculine voice soothing despite its volume.

The wolf-man brings Larius back down to his crotch and starts to press him against his skin. The tiny bear feels the familiar warmth of the musky fur encompass him as the dad presses him deep into his ballsack. Larius squirms to make himself more comfortable, spreading his arms out to feel more of the wolf’s warmth. A hot friction builds up as Bernard slowly glides the thief across his balls. The feeling of the bear against his skin, powerless in his grip made him more aroused than before and he was ready to start masturbating. Bernard presses his pinkie finger against his hardening cock, the organ pulsing and starts to straighten.

Larius feels the heat around him increase as Bernard’s cock rises. He’s moved up towards the girthy member, slowly being slid up against the pink skin. The warmth of the giant’s penis was far more intense than that of his balls, almost burning. The hard boner was strong enough to break the bear’s bones if the dad felt like doing so, but he instead decided to show mercy, continuing to rub the thief against his hard-on.

“Ohh yeah…” Bernard exhales slowly as his pleasure builds, the wolf spreading out across the couch as he starts to stroke.

Larius started to move more forcefully against the sturdy cock, the musky odor starting to burn his nose which had already endured so much abuse in such a short span of time. He was forced to taste Bernard’s cock in order to get more air, the stuffy musk clogging up his nose allowing little air to enter in the process.

“Oh yeah!” Bernard yells, saliva building up in his mouth.

Blood continued to flow throw the veiny organ, making it more painful for Larius as the beast expanded with every stroke. The bear gasped for air, trying to stay awake for the harrowing experience to reach the best part. The heat had started to produce steam that clouded Larius’ vision. The ragged fur pressing against his back was growing more matted with each jerk it gave of the engorged cock. The hand started to rise higher, slamming the thief against the rim of the spongy head. Each time Larius hit the rim, the organ shook, growing stiffer as cum could be heard ascending the shaft.

HOWL

Bernard let out a loud howl as cum shot from his manhood in long spurts, the feeling orgasmic.

The heat of the cock had grown too much, the stiff member taking off some of Larius’ clothes. When the moment seemed to be at its worst for the bear, it suddenly became the best as the massive beast pulsed and erupted, launching sticky white bliss from the veiny cannon. Semen encased all it could reach and dripped down the thick slowly deflating manhood of the purple wolf. A white flood washes over the criminal, the meaty tasting fluid a long lusted for treat he has finally obtained. He feels the warm white fluid stimulate his tastebuds before gushing down his throat.

Bernard falls back on the couch and brings Larius to his chest where he rests him within his fur. “Ah… You felt really nice. I’ll keep you for when my wife’s gone. I know we’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend, heh ha ha!” the dad laughs wildly, burying the criminal under the weight of his palm into his strong pecs, Larius finally passing out in a sweet blissful slumber.