In the middle of a lavish forest, a young wolf was stumbling through the bushes. Well, not quite a wolf. A Coywolf in fact, a coyote-wolf hybrid. Her name is Tasie and she was weak from hunger and was dying for something to eat. It had been a good few days since she last ate and even that was just some scrap from a carcass she found. She had no pack or family of any kind that she could recall, she had been alone most of her life fending for herself.
Her stomach growled in pain from lack of substances. “I know tummy I know i’m trying to find some food..” she muttered to herself. She crawled through a bush just ahead of her and popped out the other side to see a nice plump deer standing in the middle of a clearing grazing. Tasie’s eyes lit up and her mouth began to salivate. Only one thing was on her mind. FOOD. And there it stood just several yards away from her. It was a nice juicy buck with flanks thicker than she ever hoped to be. His antlers were larger than she was long and could easily flick her away with them should he get the chance to. She had to be careful with this beast if she wanted to feast tonight.
The coywolf slowly creeped around the clearing, hoping to get behind the deer before he noticed her. She could not keep her eyes off of his haunches the entire way. When she made it behind him, she accidentally stepped on a twig with a loud *SNAP*
The buck raised his head, alerted by the snapping of the branch. He turned to see the coywolf staring straight at him and leaped off. “Hey wait! Get back here!” Tasie cried out before running after the beast. There was no way she was going to let him get away from her. She jumped over fallen logs, small boulders, dodging trees and barreling through bushes as she trailed her all-you-can-eat-buffet.
Unfortunately, she was running out of steam. Her lack of nutrients left her with little muscle and stamina to keep up with a healthy athlete like a deer. Her sprint curbed to a fast walk, then to a slow walk before finally collapsing. She laid there panting never having to exert herself so much in her life. “F-fine… I-I don’t want you… you anyways.” Tasie sputtered in defeat. Her only chance of a meal today, gone. She let her tongue hang out to cool herself off as she panted.
A loud echoing screech was heard from not far ahead that made Tasie perk her ears up. It was undoubtedly the buck! She awkwardly lifted herself back up onto her feet and jogged over to the source of the sound. “Maybe he fell in a trap! Or maybe a bear attacked it in fear! Or maybe-” Tasie halted both her monologuing and her pace when she saw what was up ahead.
Four red wolves surrounding the buck she had been hunting down. One in particular, one larger than the rest that was posing on top of the now dead deer. They all howled in unison, a call of a successful hunt. Tasie wondered for a moment. Wolves, they must be part of a pack, and a pack means food and shelter! Her mind raced with thoughts of having a nice comfy cave to live in, being fed regularly and no fear of being mauled in her sleep every night. She was part wolf after all, why wouldn’t they want her in their pack? Tasie shook with euphoric thoughts, but then she thought further.
What if they weren’t friendly wolves? Maybe they didn’t have enough room in their pack to house her, maybe they would kill her on the spot should they see her. Her euphoric thoughts turned to nightmares. Whichever the case was, it was better for her to be safe than sorry.
Tasie ducked down and took cover in some bushes and peeked at the hunting party now grabbing a hold of the deer in their maws to likely bring back to the rest of the pack. She slowly followed them, sneaking from bush to bush, tree to tree trying her best to not be seen for her own safety. It was crazy to see such big wolves. Tasie knew wolves were big, but that one wolf in front was much bigger than the other three. She just couldn’t keep her eyes off of him and it became a distraction she would soon regret
*SNAP* Tasie’s eyes opened wide as she realized she stepped on another branch. The wolves carrying the deer all halted in their tracks at the sound. Tasie panicked and quickly jumped behind a tree. Her heart began to race. ‘Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me’ Tasie’s mind perseverated. No footsteps were heard approaching her, no grunts or breaths of air, it was dead silent. Perhaps they never heard her and it was just a coincidence they stopped?
Tasie slowly peered from behind the tree. The wolves were continued their way back to their supposed pack with the deer in hand (or, mouth rather). The coywolf breathed a sigh of relief and carried on her sneaking mission. Once again she moved from bush to bush and tree to tree keeping up with the three wolves. Wait a minute, three wolves? Wasn’t there fou-
“AHHH!!!” Tasie screamed as a figure tackled her to the ground.
“WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US?!” the figure growled. Tasie turned her head to see the larger of the four wolves standing over her bearing his fangs. His fur was a grand shade of light red and brown and his chest tuft puffed out. The left side of his face was clawed, most likely, by a bear just missing his eye.
“I SAID WHO ARE YOU, WHELP?” he growled once more. “I-I-I’m Tasie m-mister…” she stuttered.
”WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US?!”
“I w-was chasing that d-deer you have…”
The wolf glared at her, determining if what she was saying was truthful or not.
“YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE SEEN US. YOU WILL RETURN WITH US TO OUR PACK TO DETERMINE YOUR FATE.”
Tasie gulped in fear. “I didn’t mean t-”
“SILENCE! YOU WILL COME WITH US WILLINGLY, OR I WILL DRAG YOUR LIFELESS BODY THERE MYSELF!”
The coywolf shuddered and nodded in agreement. The wolf got off her and allowed her to stand up. “GET MOVING.” the wolf commanded. Tasie obeyed and began walking in the direction the other wolves went with the larger wolf trailing behind. Tasie feared what awaited her at the pack. Were they going to kill her? The mere thought of death haunted her mind the entire way to the pack den.
After a good fifteen minutes of walking, they made it to the wolf den. Various caves were scattered about, mostly medium sized caves. All around different types of wolves stood and laid about. Grey wolves, red wolves, brown wolves, white wolves, but not one was like Tasie. All of them glared at her as she walked in with the bigger wolf behind her. “THIS WAY.” he commanded. She turned to him to see him facing a particular shadow filled cave much bigger than any of the other ones. The big wolf walked towards the big cave and Tasie followed suit. They approached the entrance.
“WAIT HERE WHELP.” the wolf demanded. Tasie nodded. “SIR RUSSO! WE HAVE RETURNED FROM OUR HUNT!” he yelled out to the cave den. “AND WE HAVE ALSO FOUND A NOSEY SNOOP.”
The sound of heavy claws tapping the floor of the den echoed as a shadowy figure emerged. The figure exited the shadows and revealed itself as a beautiful, hulking grey wolf, even bigger than the scarred one next to her. He had a very confident look to him. The so-called Russo turned to the scar faced wolf.
“A snoop you say?” Russo questioned. He peered down to Tasie. He leaned forward and sniffed at her and winced in disgust. “My own second in command, followed by a mere half-breed.”
“SIR RUSSO, I-”
“Enough, Merden. I will take care of this problem personally. Go and prepare the feast.”
The scar faced wolf, Merden bowed his head and walked away from the cave. Tasie looked up at the intimidating looking Russo that towered before her. “You. You should have kept your nose out of our business.” he stated. Tasie whimpered. “It-it was an accident, I-”
“QUIET RUNT!” Russo snapped. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak!” Tasie sunk her head. “I am Russo, the alpha male of this most sacred pack of the most pure and worthy wolves in the land, but you. You are not pure and you are most certainly not worthy. Now tell me, why have you followed my hunting party?”
Tasie slowly lifted her head. “W-well sir.. I-I was hunting a deer a-and he ran off and then when I caught up there was these wolves and-”
“ENOUGH.” Russo commanded. “It seems I will need to have a talk with my second in command, but for now, what to do with you?”
Tasie looked up to the massive wolf. “P-please sir… I-I have nowhere to go… I just want some food a-and a safe place to stay… I-I can help, honestly!” Tasie pleaded.
Russo scowled at her pathetic pleas. “You are not competent enough to sneak about. You are not fit enough to chase prey. You are a pathetic life form.” The coywolf’s lips trembled in grief.
“But perhaps… there is a particular role someone of your… caliber is deserving of.” Russo stated. Tasie looked up with a look of optimism.
“Y-yes! P-please sir! I’ll do anything!” Tasie implored. She sat straight up and put her front paws together in an almost pleading, or praying fashion.
Russo gave the coywolf a menacing look. “Fine. Because you are so willing to assist my pack, I will make an exception to allow an unworthy half-breed into my domain.”
Tasie’s face beamed with delight. “Thank you sir! Thank you for letting me in your pack!”
“QUIET WHELP!” Russo growled. “YOU ARE NOT TO SPEAK UNLESS I, RUSSO GIVE YOU THE PRIVILEGE OF DOING SO!”
Tasie flinched as Russo snapped once again. “BECAUSE I ALLOW YOU INTO MY DOMAIN DOES NOT MAKE YOU PART OF THIS PACK! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF SUCH A RIGHT! NOW AROUND TO MY HAUNCHES!” The coywolf obeyed and moved sluggishly to the rear of the alpha until she was standing behind him.
“NOW, plant that snout of yours on my tailhole.”
Tasie tilted her head in confusion, did she hear him right? “Wait wha-”
“ARE YOU TRYING TO INFURIATE ME!? Russo howled. “ I SAID DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS I HAS GIVEN YOU PERMISSION! SINCE YOU ARE CLEARLY HARD OF HEARING I WILL SAY THIS ONCE MORE. PLANT YOUR SNOUT, ON MY TAILHOLE!”
Tasie whimpered and slowly lifted her head just in front of the alpha’s butt.
Russo spun his head around, scowling at Tasie. “DO YOU EXPECT ME TO MOVE MY OWN TAIL FOR THE LIKES OF YOU, WHELP?!” Tasie shuddered at Russo’s holler and gently moved his tail aside to reveal the bright pink eye of death that gave her a couple winks. She gulped as she gently parked her nose on it. She felt the warm musk expel from it and the sticky sweat smear inside her nostrils. “NOW SNIFF!” and she did.
Tasie took a little sniff of the alpha’s butthole and winced as she was met with eye watering musk comparable to that of rotten skunk spray.
“SNIFF HARDER!”
Tasie took a second, bigger huff of his bitter tailhole. This time smelling more akin to human trash cans filled with old and stinking food and other vulgar objects humans throw out. As she was about to begin her third sniff Tasie heard a rumbling emit from the stomach of Russo. It gurgled, bubbled and roared and very slightly shook his bowels all the way to his anus that she could feel against her nose. She just began her third sniff when-
PPHRAAABBTT!
An obnoxious fart vibrated and fluttered up her sensitive nostrils causing a caustic agony from her nose to her head. Her lips quivered as she sniffed the entire gas cloud into her body. Tasie pulled her face away from the tailhole slightly.
Russo twisted around. “GET YOUR DAMN NOSE BACK IN THERE, OR SO HELP ME I WILL EAT YOU WITH MY ASS!”
Tasie screamed eternally at the threat delivered by the alpha. Did he really mean what he said? He was certainly big enough to shove her right up in there, but would he actually act on that threat? Who was she kidding, of course he would. She didn’t want to get eaten, but she didn’t want to keep sniffing that dumpster of a tailhole. “S-sir Russo-”
The alpha turned his entire body around like a bat out of hell and came right up in the coywolf’s face.
“WHAT!? DO YOU NOT APPRECIATE WHAT I AM DOING FOR YOU?” Russo’s voice screeched at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed through the cave walls with no change in volume or intensity. “I SAVE YOU FROM THE WRATH OF MY ALPHAS AND OMEGAS, I ALLOW YOU THE PRIVILEGE OF STAYING IN MY PERSONAL DEN, I ALLOW YOU TO MAINTAIN A VITAL ROLE TO THE PACK AND YOU DISRESPECT ME!” Tasie fell onto her back in utter fear.
“I TELL YOU NOT TO SPEAK UNTIL I GIVE YOU THE PRIVILEGE TO DO SO, AND STILL YOU TALK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! I TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR NOSE AGAINST MY TAILHOLE AND YOU INSIST ON PULLING AWAY! IT IS CLEAR TO ME YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!” Russo backed his enormous rear end up until he stood directly over the coywolf, enveloping her in his shadow.
Tasie gawked at the true size of Russo’s girth that stood above her. She could make out every detail from the fur, to the curves that was outlined by the light radiating the entrance of the cave. It would be truly incredible had it not been for the immediate threat that it was about to drop on top of her.
Russo’s fat butt plopped down on top of her face with no ounce of grace. Her nose planted back firmly onto the slimey tailhole that housed enough barbarous miasma that could kill a full sized grizzly bear and his furry butt clamping her muzzle shut
“YOUR DISOBEDIENCE WILL COST YOU DEARLY!” The alpha pressed his weight down on the bitches nose to let out a nasty: bbrrrUUUUPPTT!
The fart vibrated and burbled against Tasie’s nose, repleting it with a gurgly shot of Russo’s reeking malador.
“NO LONGER WILL YOU BE TO BE GIVEN THE PRIVILEGE OF SPEAKING!”
PPLUUURRTT-PHHT!
Another portion of alpha gas loaded the coywolf’s head with his rancid pollution.
“YOU MAY NOT SLEEP UNLESS THAT SNOUT OF YOURS IS UP AGAINST AN ALPHA TAILHOLE!”
bbllAAAARRRTT!
Tasie’s eyes were now flooded with tears as the relentless farts vibrated against her nose.
“AND YOU HAVE LOST THE RIGHT TO CARRY A PROPER NAME! I THINK FARTRAG WILL DO NICELY.!”
FFRRRRRRPPPPTTT!
“YES, A PERFECT FITTING NAME FOR YOU.”
The alpha stood up and looked back to get a view of his work on his rag, but there was nothing there, only the ground. This made him chuckle realizing what had happened.
“STUCK TO MY BUTT ARE YOU? WHAT A DISGUSTING BITCH YOU ARE!” He tormented. He violently shook his haunches to shake off the disobedient little twerp.
Tasie was thrown from the clutches of Russo’s inhospitable rump and tossed outside the cave. She landed on her back in a stupor, thankful to be free of wolf butt. The rag could hear Russo’s footsteps growing louder. He was coming back for more?! Russo stared down at her, scaring the coywolf out of her stupor.
A crowd of wolves formed around Russo and the furry bitch. “SINCE YOU CLEARLY DON’T WANT TO BE HEAR, I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD THROW YOU BACK INTO THE WILD!” he announced. Tasie shook her head no in a furious manner.
Russo lifted an eyebrow. “NO? YOU DON’T WISH TO GO BACK?” Tasie shook her head even more furiously. She knew if she went back to the wild, she wouldn’t last another week. Tasie was weak and incapable. The only chance of survival she had was living with Russo, no matter how vile his demands are.
A wicked smirk grew across the alphas face. “How about this.. I will give you ONE more chance to speak only one word in order to answer this next question. This will be the last words you will ever speak for the remainder of your petty existence and you will announce it for all of my pack to hear.”
All the wolves waited in anticipation for the question.
“What is your name? ”
The coywolf whined as the question was asked. She knew exactly the answer he was looking for. It would humiliate her,but she had no choice. She had to give him the answer he wanted. The coywolf opened her maw.
“FARTRAG!”
Every wolf in the vicinity burst out into roaring laughter, with the exception of Russo. Some fell over laughing, some mocked the name. Fart cringed in embarrassment.
After a good couple of minutes, the laughter died down.
“Well then, Fartrag. I will leave you in the care of Merden for awhile to let you two get acquainted.” Russo turned and walked back into his cave and was replaced by Merden. He had a grin as wicked as Russo’s.
“WELL, WELL FARTRAG. LET’S SEE IF YOU LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME!” he said, before turning himself about and burying the rag’s snout in his tailhole and welcoming it with a juicy: PPRAAABBRRRRT!
As Fartrag laid there doing the only thing she was good at, she pondered if other wolf packs did anything similar like this?
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