It was another day for Dakota. The brown and cream colored shiba inu had noticed that her supply of ingredients was running low. As a profession within the village she called him, the canine created potions, medicines, and other things that were useful to herself and others. But running low required her to get more. Dakota liked to get things herself and got a small backpack that would be used to store the ingredients she would collect. Just beyond the village was a forest, it was a source of water, food, and the many things that Dakota was looking to get. She had ventured into the forest all alone more times than she could count so there was no second thought about stepping into the wilderness all on her own. 

Dakota’s supplies were starting to get low, requiring her to gather even more of the plants that were both common and a bit rarer to come by. But the day was young and it was a path that had been trekked so many times before. Dakota was sure that she could make the journey with a blindfold. After walking for a bit she would get low to the forest floor to really discern the various plants. Sometimes she would also use her nose to really tell them apart. 

“And there we go...” she said to herself. The plants were kept in small containers that were put into her backpack. She stood up again and gazed upon the large mossy tree that acted as a signpost of sorts. On either side of the tree were two beaten paths. Usually Dakota would take the same path every time, being the left one that would lead to wild berry bushes, but for some reason she felt compelled to take a different route, going to the right instead this time. It had occurred to the shiba that this was actually her first time going down the right path and that made her excited. There was potential to find plants and fruits that possibly didn’t grow at all on the other path. 

And she did find some. Dakota was stopping pretty often, between observing the scenery and coming across a new plant that offered new potential. Another discovery made was that there was a lot more wildlife along the right path. There were some birds and smaller creatures along the left path but the canine found herself jumping a few times from the rustles of deer and other bigger animals running away from her. The further down the path she went, the more wild the path became. Thinning and becoming narrower, the beaten path was taking Dakota deeper into the untamed growth. She assumed that this was the path the hunters took, first going down a well trodden trail before they would venture their way into the higher grass and surrounding bushes to blend themselves in. 

Slowly and carefully, Dakota walked through the grass that was just short of blocking her vision entirely. She wasn’t very worried. Her curiosity and hope of finding something interesting was even stronger. When the canine got through the grass and bushes, what she came upon was a large cavern. With interest, Dakota slowly approached. Outside of the cave was flat trodden earth. In the dirt were what looked like paw prints but they were very big. Using her nose, Dakota began to sniff but her worries were eased when the smell came back to her as a stale one. It seemed that whatever once lived here was gone now. Looking around, Dakota began to look for anything she could use in her potions...

Unbeknownst to her, the cave was inhabited. The scent around and in the cavern was stale because that entrance hadn’t been used in a while. But the creature inside had an even sharper sense of smell and the scent of an intruder caused him to come out of the cave through that very same exit way. Dakota was still picking and containing a few plants when the heavy thump of approaching paws made her ears flick and coming to her nose was a distinctly earthy scent that made it wrinkle a bit. She turned around just in time to see what appeared to be a massive wolf towering over her. Dakota barely had any time to shout before it pounced, keeping her body pinned down with one paw just below her chest. 

While being knocked down, Dakota let go of her backpack, losing access to her things and the bottom part of her tribal clothing had been moved aside. Her outfit covered just enough to keep her breasts and loins out of view but with the bottom part shifting like that, her sex was in full view of the big and strong feral. Taking notice of this, the canine brought his head down to hover just over it. Dakota shuddered as she felt the warm puffs of breath directly on her muff. At first she didn’t understand until her eyes aligned with the brown furred dire wolf’s. Though he was a giant feral, Dakota could still recognize the look of lust in his sharp magenta eyes. 

“H-hey, hey! No! Get away from there!” Dakota shouted. Her legs were free and she began to kick at the wolf’s incoming snout. She managed to hit his nose, making the wolf reel his head back. But his paw didn’t let up and when their eyes met again, Dakota quickly regretted her choice as the wolf had a look of fury. His ears were folded back and as he growled and bared his large and razor sharp looking teeth. The wolf chose to skip past the licking and got right to pressed his sheath against Dakota’s sex. 

“Urrgh!” Still keeping her down, Dakota felt the animal’s cock sliding out from the pouch. With nothing else to do, she watched at the deep red colored tip poked out first. Just the tip alone was thick and angry looking but the rest of the cock followed suit, throbbing and already slick with that had to be sheath fluids. Reaching her nose was an even stronger, offending smell that struck hard, making her wince from its intensity. The slimy pulsing thing was being ground against the fur of Dakota’s lower stomach, marking it with his smell. She whimpered as the length pulled back. For a moment he seemed that the wolf was going to penetrate her but it humped forward again as the knot came free. 

The wolf was still growling, his snarls making Dakota tremble but completely from fear. She felt nothing but dread as the paw was still keeping her in place and the wolf’s cock was throbbing hard at full mast. Just by eyeballing it, Dakota surmised that the wolf’s dick was about a foot and a half from tip to knot. Its thickness alone was enough to make her gulp and tremble. Just the sight of it was making her sex tremble and pang as if anticipating the stretching it was likely going to endure. Dakota wasn’t sure how she was going to get out of this. Usually she had something in her bag for situations like this. But access to her potions and herbs had been taken away from her. The backpack was out of reach and daring to reach her hand out got a threatening snarl out of the angry canine. 

She then hissed from the pain of sharp claws dragging themselves just beneath her chest. It thankfully wasn’t done with enough pressure to pierce her skin but the claws sailed downwards, stopping just at her stomach. The lines made onto the surface of her skin continued to sting even as the claws stopped moving. And his paw stayed on her stomach, slowly squeezing the air out of her on top of nearly piercing her skin this time. 

The paw stayed there as the wolf walked around the pinned shiba. He was clearly intelligent as his new position was having his crotch over Dakota’s face now. Some fluid dripped down onto her muzzle, making her gasp from how sticky it was. 

The wolf lowered himself just enough to press his sheath to Dakota’s nose. That’s where she found the origin of the strong odor hanging in the air. Kept directly against her nose was the creature’s sweat-soaked sheath fur. Not only that but every part of his loins was sweaty. His pair of large and low hanging balls, their white fur was ruffled with sweat too. Dakota’s keen nose told her that this smell came from multiple days without a proper wash, maybe a rough tongue cleaning at most. Just one whiff was enough to make her choke a bit and even inhaling a little as possible led to her nose being struck hard to the point that it nearly burned. 

While reacting to the offending odor, the wolf took his chance to push forwards with his hips. It was a simple motion for him but for Dakota she was left wide eyed and gasping around the cock that was being forced past her wedged open muzzle. Just as she came to understand what happened, the wolf thrust forwards and jammed a lot of his cock inside, giving no care to how the anthro felt about it. All at once, Dakota was feeling the strain of having her mouth spread wider than it ever had been and her throat had been hardly penetrated. Her body’s reaction was to gag but it did nothing to push the hard and throbbing flesh out. Just as strong as the musk was the  taste, shocking her taste buds with the mixed bitterness of sweat, sheath fluids, and other elements that she didn’t want to imagine. 

Dakota did her best to get the cock out of her mouth and throat but the wolf’s strength easily outdid her own and the low growls coming from him worked to keep her in place. At least she was given some relief in the form of the cock being still. That didn’t last much longer; without warning and using even greater force, he thrust again and reached his cock even deeper into her unprepared and now aching throat. 

Dakota wasn’t given any chance or time to get used to this. With most of his musky cock past the anthro’s lips, the dire wolf took it upon himself to start thrusting. He was still angry about being kicked in the face and now sought to punish Dakota. A chuffing sound came from the feral as he felt the smooth and warm walls of Dakota’s throat caressing his cock. He found the tightness and abundance of lubricating saliva pleasant. While he was just starting to really enjoy himself, Dakota was completely pinned; she was subjected to the smell being even stronger along with the taste. Both were inescapable now, constantly in her nose and on her tongue. She was also feeling pain in her jaw from it being forced to stay so wide. Jolts were coming from her lower throat that was struggling to properly accommodate the length that came jamming itself inside. 

Another hard push had all but the knot inside. Dakota gagged hard again around the hot and rigid meat that was hardly giving her any room to breathe. A lot of her vision was taken up by the knot. The thick and fat-veined bulb was glistening like the rest of the cock had been. As it bounced against her lips, some of the sweat was flung off and it came down to land on her face and her, further marking her in the acrid smell. The thrusts were still coming but that meant every one of them would be ended with that fat bulb being smacked into her lips and nose. She winced from the force. It came in hard and fast, being like a firm smack to her snout. Over and over again, she was having to endure this and feared that her nose would be too battered to work properly afterwards...

The wolf’s only focus was on getting something out of the intruder that had made him angry. So he thrust with the purpose of feeling that silky throat around his cock. Moving his strong hips faster, the dire wolf heard Dakota choking in time with every push. That sound just brought him a sense of satisfaction. The most he was willing to pull back was to the halfway point of his cock. But the further back he pulled, the harder his knot would come in. Dakota quickly learned this and began to dread when the wolf would pull back further. Making her gag and groan was also sending vibrations up his cock that added to the pleasure so the wolf had some incentives to get these reactions out of the anthro.

Dakota did her best to endure but it just seemed that the wolf had more and more in store for her. Even with all but the knot already inside of her mouth the creature still found ways to push her body even further, causing more pain in her jaw and hard gags around the hard meat that gave no room for ease or relief. The wolf’s hips were rocking faster and the strength in his legs ensured that the knot would bash into Dakota’s nose and lips, keeping her wincing and whining. The smell of musk wasn’t letting up either, being just as intense in her twitching nose. Swinging in just as hard, the dire wolf’s massive balls were flinging drops of sweat that were getting all over her facial fur. The perspiration was clinging and kept the anthro canine smelling of the aggressive feral one. She was struggling to handle all of this while the dire wolf was enjoying himself. It had been a while since he had last mated and by doing this he was accomplishing two goals at once; punishing the intruder and satisfying his own lustful needs. Just one paw was all he needed to keep her down and the other was dragging across the ground. In reaction to how good the pleasure felt, the dire wolf was digging his claws deep into the earth before tearing through it with them. While it was a natural reaction for him the sight of how easily he did so made Dakota shudder. 

The cock was throbbing harder against her lips as the panting became deeper. Feeling the pleasure climb higher was causing the dire wolf’s cock to spurt thick streams of precum that had to be swallowed by Dakota. They were being shot out with so much force and it took hardly any time for her esophagus to be pumped full and beyond its means. Just to keep herself from being drowned in the hot and sticky stuff. Swallowing as quickly as she could, Dakota did her best but still ended up choking on some of it and the cock still being plunged into her oral depths wasn’t helping matters. She was just able to breathe through her nose and every so often another gag and gurgled choke was forced out of her. 

Coming from the dire wolf were low and reverberating growls that maintained their threatening tone. He was enjoying the shiba’s mouth; everything about it felt so good. The wetness of Dakota’s saliva combined with his own precum and the tightness of her throat clenching every time she gagged. The walls of Dakota’s esophagus were slick like oil and it took hardly any effort at all for the growling canine to shove his cock in as far as he could. He was using her mouth as nothing more than a toy; a means for his pleasure and eventual satisfaction. 

Pushing down hard, the dire wolf used enough force to keep the knot pressed hard to Dakota’s muzzle. The hard bulb was forcing the shiba’s lips further apart just a bit, making her groan painfully. On top of that, she began to struggle from the need to breathe that was growing all the more desperate with time. But the dire wolf’s focus was still on the pleasure, feeling that he wasn’t far away from his climax. So he put more force into his thrusting and kept his knot slamming against Dakota’s mouth. It was being made to open even wider and wider, much to her growing dismay and discomfort. More and more of the knot was sliding in, being touched by the warmth and wetness of the shiba’s muzzle interior. On the receiving end of it all, Dakota wasn’t able to do anything more than just lie there and ride out the intensifying feelings, hoping that her mouth wouldn’t be broken by the rapid humping and intrusion of the knot. 

Needing just a bit more, the wolf thrust hard one more time. Dakota yelled around the knot that was halfway past her lips, feeling a sharp pain in her jaw. Being even louder were the sounds coming from the wolf. In addition to another snarl, there came a howl as the dire wolf lifted his head high. In time with the harsh throbbing of his cock, even huger spurts of cum and stickier cum were spraying out from the pointed tip. Even more than before, the fluid was quick to overfill Dakota’s throat, making it swell and bulge greatly. It also came spilling out of her mouth, the fluid being just as musky as the sweat that had clung to the wolf’s loins. Being without release had left the seed to build up and gain an even stronger smell that was marking the shiba inu’s fur. 

She was at least spared the strain of having her throat fucked any further but that didn’t make things any better for Dakota. Her mouth was wedged further open than it ever had been and it was kept in that painful position. On top of that she was just barely handling the steady gushes of cum that were still making her throat swell. More of it was spilling out from the sides of her open mouth, soaking into the earth and grass. What Dakota managed to swallow was all being pumped into her stomach and it was starting to swell a bit, looking a bit rounded when the last of the jets came. 

When he was finished the wolf huffed and pulled his cock free, hearing the wet and sloppy ‘pop’ that was followed by Dakota’s gasps and coughs. The heavy paw eased from her body but she remained lying on the ground, struggling to collect herself long enough to get onto her feet. When she was able to swallow the last of the spunk, a kick came from the canine. It struck Dakota’s side hard. She yelped from the pain as she tumbled onto her stomach. That’s when the feral canine pounced again. 

His cock was still throbbing. It hadn’t even gone soft, even after shooting so much pent up seed. That same seed was now coating the shiny length along with Dakota’s saliva. The wolf’s plan was to let Dakota off with just the mouthfucking but blowing a load like that had made his own arousal clear. He was needing more stimulation and release. But he was no longer content to just hump the shiba’s mouth. Recognizing that his prey was a female, the dire wolf now decided to properly mount and mate her. 

Dakota was still reeling from the kick to her side when there was a sudden weight on her back. The dire wolf was mounted on top of her. She felt the air being squeezed out as he got himself settled. Dakota felt something wet and hard pressing to her sex and this time she squirmed in an effort to get away. Doing this got the wolf to snarl but it didn’t stop there. Before she was just given warnings but this time the large front paws got a grip on her shoulders. They slid down her back while digging in. The motion was smooth and effortless for the dire wolf but Dakota screamed out as she felt the blazing pain and stinging of the fresh wounds that were made by the feral. Her back fur was starting to get wet from her own blood while the wolf repositioned his front paws. The message was read loud and clear for Dakota and now she was doing her best to keep still. As the tip was bumping against her pussy Dakota braced herself. 

When the wolf rammed forward his cock spread the anthro canine’s rim around the entering tip. Dakota yelled out again as she felt her ass being penetrated instead of her pussy. A simple push was all it took for her tailhole to be breached. It was very apparent that the mess of spit and cum on the wolf’s cock wasn’t quite enough to make things easy or comfortable for her but it seemed to suit the creature just fine. Having just about half of his cock inside was enough for the beast to start humping roughly and rapidly. 

Pushing forward led to more and more of his cock sliding past the spread rim. Paying no mind to how Dakota would feel, he continued to sink more and more of his inches inside until only the knot was left outside. In response to the hard pushing and stinging in her hole, Dakota ended up clenching down on the dire wolf’s cock. He liked that and continued to thrust in but with all of his cock now. The pace was fast and the execution was aggressive, repeatedly bashing the knot against the spread and aching rim in the same way that Dakota’s lips had been pummeled. Dakota was left whining and crying out as her body struggled to adjust both inside and out. Her body was being rocked by the thrusts and coming in to smack into her pussy was the wolf’s heavy balls.

Dakota was feeling pain of some kind, something multiple kinds all at once. One of the wolf’s paws was on her shoulder and his claws were digging in, piercing her skin. His rough belly fur rubbing against her back was irritating the claw marks, keeping the pain constant and fresh. There was also her ass being pounded, sending jolts through her from inside. Deeper parts of her ass were being forced to expand and make way for the hard and hot meat. At least fresh precum was being leaked from that same cock but Dakota found that it was irritating the damage caused to her rim and soft anal walls. 

The wolf cock was repeatedly plunging into her unprepared depths, bashing at and stretching multiple spots within the anthro canine. Dakota wasn’t feeling much pleasure and yet her sex was wet and dripping. There were spots being touched inside of her that caused natural reactions Dakota couldn’t fully control. As the shaft began to throb, Dakota’s hole was clenching in reaction to the flashes of pain. The wetness was increasing and the wolf still thrusting led to a series of sloppy smacks and slurps being heard. They were becoming more frequent in time with the pace getting all the faster. Dakota was just taking deep breaths, still whining from the sensations that were building on her end as well. 

Though all of his inches were inside, the wolf sought to get every part of his cock into that tight squeezing hole. In order to do so he put more force into his pounding while spreading his hindlegs further. Planting both of his paws firmly to the ground and digging his claws into the earth, the wolf made a series of shallow and quick thrusts that were ended with a much harder one that continued to push against the rim. It began to slowly stretch around the rim and Dakota was again crying out from the feeling. 

A pitched yelp was forced out of her as the knot finally popped in. Now every part of the dire wolf’s cock was inside of her. Having all of the inches pressing to her walls had been one thing but feeling the even thicker knot wedged past her rim was another entirely. Her abused hole clenched tighter than ever and the entirety of the shiba’s body was shaking. Dakota herself was just starting to process all of this and for a bit she couldn’t tell if the pangs in her ass were of pain or pleasure. Feeling how hard the cock was pulsing, Dakota assumed that his load would be pouring into her ass at any moment. Maybe then the wolf would finally leave her be then…

She was waiting for it, her hole still rhythmically winking around the canine’s shaft. But the wolf had other plans. He began to pull back and Dakota whimpered from the knot tugging its way back out, stretching her rim from the other end. The wolf was panting, his tongue lolling from his muzzle as the bulb was still being pulled free in an agonizingly slow way. Bit by bit, the even wider part of the wolf’s cock was coming out. It was pulsing just as hard as the rest of the length, the veins tracing over it bulging against the worn-thin rim. 

This was Dakota’s first time feeling something like this. She had been with guys who had knots before and its insertion was always followed by a climax. Up to this point, Dakota had been taking knots into her pussy as well. The fluids secreted from there usually made things easier but it was in her ass for the first time, a passage that was producing no natural lube, depending on nothing more than the hot and slippery precum that was being spit from the tip. Her tailhole was being stretched past the widest part of the knot, making her shake and growl from the mix of odd pleasure and panging discomfort. With a pull back of the wolf’s hips, the knot came free with a slick slurp and pop. The rest of the length came sliding out too until just the tip remained inside, keeping the rim spread in some capacity. 

What Dakota didn’t see was him readying himself by bunching the muscles in his legs and hips. Without warning his weight was thrown forwards again, plunging the knot past the rim and back into the silky hot passage. While the wolf felt pleasure racing through him, Dakota was again reeling from something so thick and long jamming itself back into her. Her body shook and below the filled ass was her twitching pussy, responding to certain spots being touched within the other orifice. 

Still stuck beneath the heavy weight of the humping dire wolf, Dakota could only just endure. Her own claws were digging into the ground, providing some stability against the rocking that she was forced to do. The force of the thrusts had not weakened. Her rim had been again forced to expand around the entering bulb but much faster this time. For a moment Dakota was able to wonder just how she was handling all of this. That knot alone added several more inches for her to deal with and that was putting aside the even greater width that was making her ass spread so wide. With all of it inside, Dakota could feel something inside of her being stretched. Stuck in her position, the shiba was unable to see the bulging in her own stomach. What really struck Dakota was the wolf’s method of pulling back hard and then pushing back in with just as much strength. Some speed was sacrificed in exchange for the added power. But the kicker was that power’s purpose. Now the knot was being tugged from her hole then pushed past the rim again…and again…and again. 

It soon became too much for her to handle. Her ass was aching so much all the way through from the non-stop savagery. When the knot popped in the very end of her anal passage would be bashed against and the never-before-touched depths had been pushed aside in an extreme way time and time again. The stinging on her back was a constant reminder of the way she had been clawed. Though no longer bleeding, the long cuts were still open and being irritated by the rough belly fur and salty wolf perspiration. 

Despite all of the pain and torment, Dakota still cried out. Her body shook harder than ever and the tightness of her ass doubled. This didn’t come from pain but from an unexpected climax that hit all of her senses like a sledgehammer. She could barely thick as gushes of fragrant pussy juice came spraying out from her vent, watering the dirt and grass that was under it. It wasn’t just a single spurt but multiple intense blasts of climax that were getting on her trembling legs, soaking into her soft fur. She couldn’t keep count of how many times she managed to release her fluids or for how long she had been cumming. For Dakota it was all one big blur; a moment of blissful relief from the pain that was given to her. 

The smell of her climax reached the wolf’s nose. Though he was a feral, the dire wolf was still a canine and it got a response out of him. He humped so fast that his powerful hips had nearly become a blur. Dakota was back to crying out and her breath caught in her throat when a final push came, being much harder than the ones that came before. So much strength was used that when the knot popped in, Dakota’s backside was lifted and kept suspended from the knot being planted deep and stuck inside. 

The wolf’s large balls were pressed as firmly as they could be, churning hard and pulling up against the shiba inu’s pussy. As the pair of furry orbs began to throb, the feral’s second load was being pumped through his pulsating cock. It blasted out from the tip, washing the already beaten and damaged walls with searing hot and salty cum. It was quick to fill up her ass but the knot kept the hole firmly plugged. With nowhere else to go, the groaning wolf’s cum was surging into Dakota’s stomach instead. As more and more seed was being expelled, Dakota’s stomach was expanding; growing all the bigger in time with every spurt that flew from the tip. This load seemed to be even larger than the last one and Dakota was kept pinned under the panting and growling Dire wolf. She was at his mercy as he wouldn’t be moving until his climax was over. It had to be about 5 whole minutes between the orgasm itself and the duration of the knot still being lodged inside of her. When the wolf did start to ease up, he suddenly pulled back, tugging his knot free from the shiba’s gaped and heavily leaking ass. She fell down to the ground again and groaned as the seed continued to spill out of her so heavily and freely. 

The sensation of it being tugged out of her had caused more pain but Dakota was honestly just happy to have it all over with. She didn’t turn around to face the canine as she felt his big heavy paw resting itself on her back to keep her pinned down. She was then turned around by the paw pushing at her side, getting Dakota on her back. Feeling weak and disoriented, Dakota wasn’t making any attempts to actually get free. Her eyes met with the predator’s and it seemed that he had more in store. Dakota let herself be moved, putting up no resistance against the wolf’s desires. 

The leaking from her ass had stopped but the hole itself was still aching while also feeling oddly hollow. The warmth and swelled state of her stomach was also a constant reminder. The wolf leaned his muzzle down and to Dakota’s surprise, he licked her. It didn’t register at first but when the next lick came, the wheels in her head were turning and she really began to think about what was going on. The licks given to her were not ones of affection. No, the way she saw it, Dakota felt that it was more likely that the wolf was tasting her. As soon as that thought came to her, the wolf dipped his muzzle down and slurped Dakota’s head into his maw. 

 That’s when Dakota realized that she was indeed going to be eaten. The most immediate feeling that came to her was an icy cold feeling of fear that spread throughout her. The wolf felt the Shiba starting to squirm in his mouth. It was a failed effort to escape. Using his tongue, the creature was pushing her in further, lifting his head to use gravity to get Dakota in further. His tongue was lapping all over her body to get an even better taste. Any resistance put up by her was instantly overpowered. Still feeling so weak, there wasn’t much that she could do to stop herself from being eaten by the much bigger mammal. One moment she was being used as a fucktoy and now she was going to be devoured! 

The canine began to wag his tail, apparently finding Dakota’s taste appealing. He began to swallow as she reached the start of his throat. His strong oral muscles had no problem pulling the shiba’s body in. His tongue was still grinding and twirling all over, lapping up the anthro’s flavors as more and more of her body was sliding over his tongue and out of its reach. Raising his head even higher, the feral used gravity to assist him in swallowing Dakota. Nearly all of her body was pulled into the soft and hot tunnel. 

His tongue was licking over her lower half as it remained out of his throat. Some more cum was leaking out as it was licked as well. Dakota felt the hot and smooth thing run between her legs, giving her another jolt of pleasure before a gulp pulled the entirety of her body down. The strong walls had no trouble pulling her down, soon dropping her down into what had to be the wolf’s stomach. From the outside, the wolf’s stomach bulged from the entire live anthro that was currently inside of it. 

From the wolf’s perspective, it had been an overall enjoyable experience. He had gotten his revenge on the intruding anthro and got plenty of satisfaction in return. The excess of his seed had been drained away and now he had a full belly. Feeling Dakota moving around inside of him felt good. He yawned and stretched before licking his hips. Feeling a bit tired, the canine turned around and retreated into the cave from the way he came out. There was a part of the cave where he liked to sleep. He tread a circle and plopped down on the smooth rock. Still feeling the movement in his stomach, the wolf sighed and began to lick at his belly, feeling the anthro directly against his taste buds. Stretching his neck out further and lifting his leg, the dire wolf then began to clean the seed from his crotch. 

Dakota had felt the tongue pressing down on her from the outside a few times. Surrounding her were the slick and pillowy walls of the wolf’s stomach. They closed in on her, taking away more and more available space from the anthro. She was feeling nothing short of panic, trying to find a way to get out of this but the walls were too slippery to climb up. The longer she spent in the wolf’s stomach, the lining was coming in more and more from all sides. It didn’t take much longer before she was enveloped by them. 

From the very beginning, Dakota had been overpowered and used. After being pounced upon, clawed, and bred she was now in the wolf’s stomach. The whole time there had been no care or pity provided to her. All that she could do during all of this was endure and outlast the trials. Thinking back on how she got into this situation, Dakota realized that she was to blame for going off the left path that she always took. She wandered onto the wolf’s territory, made him angry, and in return she was used as little more than a toy for pleasures and satisfaction. Now left with nothing left to do but just sit there in the dark and humid prison, Dakota sighed and closed her eyes, daring to wait for whatever was coming next. 

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Dakota woke up with a start, opening her eyes to find that she couldn’t move. Strong but slimy walls were pressing on her from all sides and she seemed to be slowly sliding along. As her senses returned, the first thing that became apparent was the pungent aroma. Just inhaling a bit made her nose burn and she coughed, getting some of the walls’ slime in her mouth. The taste was just as bad, being intensely bitter with a mucky texture that clung to her taste buds. Dakota still didn’t know what was going on but it was apparent to her that some time had passed. The last thing she remembered was being squeezed by the stomach to the point that she had slipped out of consciousness…

Now she was wrapped by a strange sense of warmth and stickiness. The foul stink surrounding her on all sides kept Dakota holding her breath as much she could. There was little more for her to do than just ride all of this out, whatever it was. It was clear that she was no longer in the stomach, being pulled along further and further towards…somewhere. As more time passed there was more that she became aware of. There was stuff clinging to her body, being heavy and sticky like wet mulch. She could hardly see through the all encompassing darkness. Dakota was still trying to figure things out. It wasn’t clicking in her mind just yet and she continued to be moved along until there was a firm wall in her way. 

What Dakota had yet to realize was that she had been inside the wolf for a few hours. The stomach hadn’t digested her and instead pulled her body downwards. She had been moving through the sleeping wolf’s guts. Her nearing the anus made the feral perk up when he awoke. Stepping outside of the cavern, using the same exit way that he came out of when finding Dakota. He stepped out onto the dusty earth just by the high grass and got into a squatting position. With his tail lifted and his hole winking, the dire wolf began to strain as he pushed. 

As the passage was starting to contract, the wolf’s strong anal muscles were squeezing even harder down on Dakota’s body, nearly crushing her as his tailhole was slowly starting to open. Being used to passing thick and dense logs, the feral let his body do what it usually did as Dakota was slowly starting to slide past his rim. 

As the hole expanded, Dakota was spared the pressure that had been unrelenting against her face. As the “wall” opened up her face was being squished through it. She breathed in the fresh air and the smell that reached her nose was instantly recognized. Dire wolf musk. Dakota looked around and saw the back of the canine’s fat balls. Seeing that finally got it to click in her mind; she had been eaten but it didn’t end at being in the wolf’s stomach like she had expected. She had been spared the melting stomach acids and had been pulled into the strong intestines, moved along until she reached his tailhole. 

The wolf grunted as he continued to shit out the anthro; Dakota’s head had poked out, followed by her neck. There was another clench of the wolf’s hole that directly squeezed down on the shiba’s throat, cutting off her airway. She strained against this but was allowed to breathe again as another push came from the squatting canine. The hole stretched wider and Dakota’s shoulders were allowed to slip free. From there, Dakota’s body was sliding out bit by bit. Feeling the strain leaving her and being free to look around, the shiba could see that the thick sliminess coating her body was actually a layer of oily shit that had gotten stuck to her. It was all over her, weighing down her coat while also making her body slick enough to slide smoothly from the clenched rim. Even though fresh air was available, Dakota was still wincing and gagging from the intense smells of dire wolf shit being mixed with the heavy musk that hung in the air. 

About half of Dakota’s body was out now. The wolf was still pushing, his expression being a bit strained while his eyes were slightly lidded. Dakota was starting to squirm and that felt good to him. He seemed to be slowly passing her on purpose, enjoying the moving creature that pressed at various spots on the way out. While he was gaining some pleasure from this, the anthro was still choking from the intense smell that didn’t let up. The shit wasn’t just clinging to her body, the dark and mucky waste had been kneaded deep into her pelt while she had been pushed through the wolf’s guts. As her waist popped free another push from the wolf was all it took for her to be unceremoniously dumped onto the dusty earth. Dakota landed on her back, groaning from the impact and the weight of the stuff that was still stuck to her. 

Panting heavily, Dakota was just trying to collect herself, needing to process everything that had happened during the whole ordeal. Her eyes weren’t prepared for the light of the sun that was still hanging high in the air, being just short of setting. That light was blocked out by the wolf’s rump; he had walked himself backwards to get himself above Dakota’s face and before he resumed squatting, lifting his tail up high so the anthro could get a good view of his winking tailhole. The wolf grunted again, his tailhole began to expand again and the air around Dakota became a lot more fetid very quickly. As the rim spread to its widest point, the tip of a dark brown and soft looking log came out and the rest began to slink out. 

Dakota’s body was just the beginning of what the dire wolf had churning in his guts. Another grunt and push got more of the slimy shit log out. Dakota was feeling too weak, even as she was watching the scat slide out. Her eyes were wide and there was an intense pounding in her chest though. Between the lack of strength and the weight that was sticking to her body, Dakota couldn’t get herself to move out of the way. Another grunt came from the wolf as the log finally slipped from his tailhole, falling down onto Dakota’s chest and neck. 

It was heavy when falling on Dakota’s body, splattering and oozing outwards as it came down. If it weren’t for the intense stink, the shiba would have thought a bucket full of hot and thick mud had just been dumped onto her. While she was groaning from the feeling, the wolf was still relieving himself; coming out much faster and easier, many more logs of waste were sliding past the stretched anal ring. It all came down on the shiba, piling up onto her neck and chest. 

As more shit came out, the stench of the waste was flooding Dakota’s nose relentlessly. Getting covered in so much was one thing but the shit was especially heavy and dense. It made sense given that the dire wolf’s diet consisted of meat. After being digested and churned up by the wolf’s intestines, the sludgy stuff was reeking and she couldn’t get away from it. Coughing and gagging didn’t do much and squirming beneath the dung pile was getting her body even messier and smellier. 

The wolf noticed the pile getting higher as he finished. So he backed up, stepping over and around the mess. Dakota saw that the wolf’s ass was now hovering directly over her head. He began to squat again and his tailhole was starting to wink. 

“No, no no! Don’t-”

Her cries went ignored as the wolf pushed out the next load that had crawled its way to his hole. It was even softer than the first logs, being nearly a liquid as it spilled out, splattering out in huge sticky globs that quickly coated her muzzle and face as a whole. The rank stuff was all but blasting her directly in the face. As best as she could, Dakota kept her muzzle clamped shut and held her breath while being forced to bathe in a deluge of fresh and steaming hot wolf shit. The only relief given was that this shit didn’t last as long as the other one and it being softer kept her from being buried in the stuff, it slunk down her body like thick slime, oozing onto the ground, allowing her to breathe. 

The wolf wasn’t just yet and he was much smarter than what Dakota would have assumed. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was all just another step of his grand plan to punish the intruder. This was his way of really making sure she wouldn’t be coming back to disturb him. But he wasn’t finished just yet. There were still a few things he had in mind to make sure that the anthro would never be returning. As Dakota coughed and choked on some of his shit, the canine took his chance to plant his rear down on her face. He didn’t mind the mess that got his rump fur, his focus being on the feeling of his tailhole being perfectly aligned with the anthro’s open mouth. 

He put more weight down in a way that forced Dakota’s mouth open and kept it that way. He had even more to give and began pushing again, working the muscles of his bowels to push it out. When it did come sliding out from his rim, the wolf’s shit was filling Dakota’s mouth and throat directly. Of course the anthro wound up choking in an effort to keep herself from having to ingest the mucky stuff but the force of it being pushed out was still forcing it down, even if she refused to swallow. While she groaned from the intense taste and smell, the wolf was making sounds that suggested pleasure. 

It didn’t last very long but there was still plenty left in his digestive tract. Rather than all at once, it was coming out in portions, one huge dump after another. The next one was coming and he pushed again. Pouring right into the anthro’s mouth and throat, Dakota had no choice but to swallow huge amounts of the shit down. Its softer consistency allowed it to go down easier but that hardly did anything for her. Not all of it was going down her throat. If she refused to swallow it would pile into Dakota’s mouth first, getting smeared onto her cheeks and in between her teeth. 

Whether she swallowed it or not, the scat would eventually be forced down her throat and it joined with the loads she had taken before, causing her stomach to swell more and more. In addition to feeling her insides being made as dirty as her outsides, Dakota was also feeling the strain of her gut expanding with every gulp. 

Another push led to another rush of shit pouring out; it was being expelled in greater amounts and the added force to keep the flow going forced it all down her throat whether or not she willingly swallowed it. There was so much now that Dakota was finding it all the harder to breathe through her mouth. Of course breathing through her nose put her at the mercy of the steaming shit’s almighty stink. 

There seemed to just be no end to the amount of scat stored inside of the dire wolf. As more just kept coming, Dakota had no choice but to eat it or she would be literally drowned in it. The dire wolf continued to bear down, pushing out the rest of waste that was solid. It was all coming out smoothly and continuously now, requiring the shiba to just keep gulping without a moment to rest. Getting himself to shit more, an even greater amount came gushing out and Dakota’s mouth was forced to spread even wider, stretching them to their absolute limits. As much as she could, the shiba strained against the loads of waste that were too much for her. She was just barely able to whimper around the waste that was threatening to suffocate him at any moment. She couldn’t do anything more than just accept it all, feeling her stomach bloating to the point that it felt like she was going to pop and yet more were being forced inside of her…

The wolf seemed to feel that Dakota was at her limits. So he raised up, hovering his headquarters above her. His tailhole was still aimed at the shit-marked shiba inu. Spreading his legs further and bearing down with greater strength than before, the wolf unleashed liquidy shot. It gushed out like thick oil and came down hard to coat the shiba’s face. The more he shat, the softer his waste had been when it came out. Streaming out of him now was dark colored diarrhea. Dakota was forced to just take it all, being on the receiving end of the offending waterfall. There was no part of her face that had been spared. Her eyes, nose, and fur were all struck and coated. Dakota quickly learned that turning her head away just caused another part of it to be marked. The shit began to pile up just as the more solid stuff had. Dakota began to panic, doing her best to somehow wiggle free but her actions were futile. 

The wolf grunted again and raised his rump as the last of the shit fell from his ass. Finally his tailhole tightened up again as he stood at his full height. Being just short of actually being buried under all of the solid and liquid waste, Dakota was thankful that it was over. For just a few seconds she didn’t mind the disgusting gooeyness that clung to her fur and skin. As she moved it was squishing between her toes and fingers. Breathing in got the smell of it all deep into her nostrils. It burned and made her overfilled stomach heavy but nothing would come out. The shit seemed to have packed itself in, being too dense and thick to let anything past. 

Turning himself around, the dire wolf took a moment to admire what he had done. All of that shit had actually been the product of some old meat he had eaten a few days ago. It had blocked up his guts and left things to build up over the next few days. Pushing Dakota’s body through him had dislodged whatever had been blocking things. For the wolf, getting all of that shit out had been a major relief. But he still wasn’t done with the shiba inu. Though his bowels were now empty, there was still something else that needed to be emptied. The panging of his bladder got the wolf to act and he was again approaching Dakota. He didn’t have any hesitations or outward displays of felt disgust while stepping into his own waste. 

He dove a paw into the pile and began to scoop away the mess until Dakota’s body was more or less revealed to him. Using his greater strength, the wolf flipped the anthro over without much effort and had Dakota pressed into the shit as he got his body on top of hers. His cocktip had slid from the sheath and it found her tailhole, pressing its way in. Groaning against the stinking mess, Dakota’s assumption was that she was going to be fucked again but the shaft stopped after a few inches were inside. 

Feeling that he was ready, the wolf readied himself by grunting and putting pressure on his bladder. That got things flowing and he began to softly pant, his tongue lolling as the feeling of relief came over him. From Dakota’s perspective she had been waiting for something to happen and began to feel confused as to why the cock inside of her was just sitting there. That’s when she felt a wetness inside of her. At first they were just a few drips but it became more prominent, like someone was pouring hot liquid directly inside of her. Then it clicked for her, the dire wolf was pissing inside of her and intensely so. The stream was strengthening and she groaned from the fluid striking the walls of her anus, washing them in the searing musky liquid. 

So much was coming out that Dakota’s stomach was being forced to swell and expand. Her stomach just had no choice but to make room for it all and she groaned from the increasing strain. She wondered if her body would ever be the same after all of this… 

It seemed the longer that the wolf continued pissing, the greater the force of his urination became, pouring directly into the shiba inu’s guts. It was starting to leak out of her; just a bit at first but then thicker streams were spilling out from the gaps between her stretched rim and the wolf’s cock. 

As the shiba’s belly bulged further from the increasing amount of piss being forced into her. Her groaning turned into hisses of pain as her stomach was at its limits. The wolf seemed to notice this because he pulled out and observed as a thick gush of his piss came rushing out from the ruined tailhole.

Still having more piss to release, the dire wolf decided to let it flow out onto the anthro’s body, mixing the urine with his shit. While watching it pour over Dakota’s back, the wolf then remembered that she had another hole that he could use. So he thrust forwards and penetrated her pussy, making her shout from the pain of her sex being suddenly stretched around his now shit-covered cock. 

Ignoring her cry, the wolf resumed pissing inside of the anthro and her tight pussy ensured there was no leakage this time. He aimed to empty the rest of his bladder’s contents, enjoying the feeling of doing so while Dakota was constantly wincing and whimpering from the heat and pressure of the urine that was spraying into her. This worked out for the dire wolf and he finished relieving himself completely, simply pulling his messy cock free. It slinked into his also dirty sheath, signifying that he was done with Dakota now. With no further use for her, she left the anthro in the pile of shit and piss while he turned around and kicked at the earth, showering her wet and sticky body with an added layer of dust. 

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It was about an hour later when Dakota was able to pull herself out of the pile. Her body was filthy in so many ways, both inside and out. The ungodly stench was clinging to her and keeping her movements sluggish was her huge swelled gut that was still with so many things that came from the wolf. He had departed into his cavern and with the sun having just set, Dakota had to take herself back home, dragging her backpack along the ground, being loosely gripped the entire time. Night coming meant there weren’t that many people outside but the ones that saw her gasped and pointed, making a spectacle and assuming that she had come across something as foul as she smelled. Dakota didn’t say anything to them, her focus just being on getting home and getting herself clean. 

When she did get home, Dakota made a beeline for the shower. It took her about an hour and required two full bars of soap but eventually she was able to wash the shit from her pelt but some of the smell still remained on her body. After what she had been through, Dakota should have been determined to never go back to the wolf’s territory but as the shiba dwelled on what she had just experienced there was an odd sense of excitement felt by her. 

Dakota knew it was strange and wrong, feeling anything other than pure disgust towards the wolf that had used her in so many ways. Even now her body was still wounded from his claws and her stomach was still large and heavy from all of the things that were stuck inside of it. Despite all of that, Dakota looked back on what happened, the various rounds of having her ass stuffed wider than what should have been possible and being filled with so much hot cum. 

While replaying what happened in her head, Dakota eased a hand down between her legs and traced a finger over her already wet slit. With a small gasp, the shiba really took notice of how aroused she was. She slid the finger back and forth, feeling it getting all the wetter with her own fluids instead of the water that was coming from the showerhead. Feeling the need arising within her, Dakota slipped a finger in and gasped from the pleasure that came from it. It was very light, hardly anything compared to what the wolf had put her through but just thinking about the wolf made her need some stimulation. 

Unable to keep herself contained any longer, Dakota began to move that finger in and out, bringing about more pleasure. As the digit was moved back and forth, it was being rubbed against her sensitive walls. Something that she had noticed as the wolf had only been interested in her ass during the whole ordeal. The only time his cock entered her pussy was just to use it as an extra hole to pee in. Looking back on that moment, Dakota found herself wishing that he had done more there. Pushing in just a bit deeper, the shiba moaned and felt her passage clench down. Her arousal was increasing even more and so was that feeling of need. Her slit’s nectar was leaking down the finger, getting the other fingers wet as well. 

Slipping another inside, Dakota began to move them rhythmically and faster too. Aside from the running water, her moans and the soft squishes of her pussy could be heard as well. While fingering herself, Dakota was still imagining herself being taken by the dire wolf, feeling the pleasures of his cock stretching and filling her sex. She had only got to feel a portion of it and the shaft hadn’t even been moving inside of her. The more she thought about it, the more that Dakota wanted to actually be used by him, to feel his weight mounted over her back and his cock thrusting deep inside of her pussy. 

With that fantasy playing in her mind, Dakota took things further by twisting her fingers and rubbing in more unique ways. Sometimes she would spot pumping them and directly stroke a certain part that would send waves of more intense pleasure through her body. As the pleasure climbed for her, the shiba was imagining the wolf getting more intense, thrusting in harder and deeper until he would finally howl and knot her.  

That mental image was just the thing to push Dakota over the edge. She cried out and shook hard as she squirted her juices back onto her own fingers. Crying out while still underneath the shower, Dakota rode out the pleasures of her climax and then resumed cleaning herself for a bit longer. But the whole time and even after she was still thinking of that wolf for some reason. Before climbing into bed she took some potions that would have her body back to normal when she would wake up. She also hoped that by then her crazy fantasies about the disgusting feral would be over and done with. 

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When she awoke, Dakota was thinking about the wolf still. The potions she drank had healed her wounds, not even leaving a mark. Dakota also noticed that her stomach was smaller, but only just a bit. She had taken a potion to clear the mix of wolf cum, shit, and piss from her stomach but it clearly didn’t work as effectively as she would have hoped. With little other choice, Dakota quickly got herself used to moving around with the distended gut and continued to sort through her things. 

It was hard for her to focus on her work though; Dakota’s interest and arousal felt towards the beast hadn’t wavered and he just kept popping into her head. Now that she really thought about it, the shiba was feeling even more attracted to the feral. In her backpack were the more unique ingredients she had collected while going down the path that led her to the wolf. Having something to take her mind off of things, she put her focus into using these new things to either enhance her potion recipes and make new ones entirely. Greater effectiveness and brand new concoctions with unique effects made the ordeal worth it just a bit in Dakota’s mind. 

Now that the potions had been made, Dakota no longer had anything to distract her and it didn’t take long at all for the wolf to appear in her mind again. Not just the visage of him but various parts of his body. His large head, sharp teeth, huge heavy paws, and those balls that would swing in time with his steps, being all too easy to look at when the creature turned himself around. And there was his cock as well; so long, thick, and musky. With it, the wolf had given her a fucking that nobody else could. Dakota honestly wasn’t sure if the guys in the village  would be enough for her now; even the biggest of anthros wouldn’t be packing anything close to what the wolf possessed. 

Try as she might, Dakota just couldn’t get the dire wolf out of her mind. Her final attempt to remedy this was to take a walk outside of the village. She got her backpack, having a few things inside just in case. Others spoke and whispered about her as she passed. Word seemed to be spread about her state when returning home. Like the wolf, Dakota sought to ignore it as she ventured out…

 It worked at first until she found herself treading down the same path as yesterday, even going down the right path instead of the left. When she realized, Dakota stopped. She had the chance to turn tail and go down the left path, avoiding the wolf. But after a bit of thinking, Dakota chose to keep going. Slowly but deliberately she continued and pushed her way through the greenery. Knowing that the wolf’s dwelling was on the other side, Dakota was feeling her heart pounding faster and harder with every step. 

“Why am I doing this?” she quietly asked herself and yet she continued to venture through the high grass and foliage until she was on the other side. There could have been another chance for Dakota to turn back and leave but to her own surprise, the wolf was already outside. In fact he was kicking the last pile of dirt over the shit pile that had been left outside. His ears twitched and he turned around to face her directly, his first act being a light growl. 

Hearing this made Dakota wary but she noticed that the canine wasn’t being as outwardly aggressive this time. While standing his ground, the bigger creature was looking her up and down as if to really get a good look at her. Taking this as a good sign, Dakota dared to start her very slow approach. Step by step, Dakota was getting herself closer to the canine. Now she could really feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was much different compared to their first encounter. This time Dakota felt that she had some control on her end. The wolf could have easily pounced on her but he kept still and watched as the distance between them began to close. 


Dakota did her best to make it herself appear harmless. Seeing that the dire wolf was standing in place still, she dared to reach out and touch him, placing her hand on one of his front legs. The wolf growled again and Dakota was quick to start rubbing that leg, doing so in a calming way. The growls eased and then stopped. Instead there was a more curious sounding noise that came from him and he tilted his head a bit. 

“I don’t mean any harm. Just be a good boy…” Dakota said softly. She was standing before the bigger creature, more than close enough to get herself acquainted with the canine’s musk. Dakota noticed that it was even stronger than before. There was still the dense animalistic scent that she had been bombarded with yesterday but it was even stronger now and looking at the wolf’s body up close gave Dakota an answer to why that was the case. Various parts of the wolf’s body such as his paws and sheath were of a darker color and that was because of the shit that had gotten onto the feral. He didn’t lick the stuff clean so it was left to cling to his fur and that was making his already potent scent all the greater. Just taking a whiff was enough to make Dakota feel both aroused and also a bit dizzy. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the stuff that was still inside of it. 

The smell clinging to the feral was both potent and offending but Dakota was finding it nothing short of appealing, feeling her mouth watering and her sex pulsing. She took a deep breath and dared to act. Having made her mind, Dakota decided that she needed to first earn the dire wolf’s trust. So she got down on her knees in front of the quadruped and she used both hands to lift up the paw. It was heavy and the wolf was resisting at first, likely not understanding what she was trying to do. Titling his head again, the canine allowed his paw to be lifted and moved. 

The paw was stretched out some, the pads kept suspended from the soft earth. It was high enough for Dakota to get herself underneath. There was another pause before she pressed her muzzle against it, being the pad of the left paw. Its rough texture was rubbed against her nose and lips. The first thing Dakota noticed was the heat that was radiating from the black surface. She could see and feel that there was some sweat and dampness on the pads as well. This time she didn’t hesitate to start rubbing her face against the paw, it wasn’t just her muzzle. Working slowly to start, Dakota was grinding the smooth fur against the sweaty surface, getting that same sweat to soak into her pelt. It didn’t take long at all for the smell to cling to her. 

The dire wolf kept his left paw held up. He didn’t know what the anthro was doing back here and he still didn’t fully understand why she was doing this but the feeling was pleasant enough to keep him from showing any more outward aggression. From what he could tell, Dakota was doing this willingly and appeared to be enjoying it too. He felt her smooth fur rubbing against his rough pads, it gave him a pleasant feeling that was making him relax a bit. The wolf wasn’t used to getting attention like this. Scaring and chasing off those who got too close to his territory was usually how he responded to strangers and if they didn’t heed his warning then he would pounce and either eat them or punish them. 

Having her nose pressed directly to the pads, Dakota began to sniff. Her sensitive nose was assaulted by the powerful reek of wolf paw sweat combined with the dried shit that hadn’t been cleaned away. The smells came together and the more that she inhaled, the better Dakota was able to handle it. Gradually the scent went from deeply offending to tolerable to exciting. She was handling the remnants of the scat much better than the thick pile that had covered her. It was easier for her to handle it combined with the dire wolf’s already appealing musk. Rubbing her snout along and rousing the surfaces was making the smell even stronger, much to her growling delight and arousal. 

After running her nose all over, Dakota decided it was time to make use of her tongue. It made contact with the large paw and started to move towards the digits that had their own smaller pads. The smell of dried waste was coming from the digits. So far she was just collecting the taste of sweat but by getting closer to the pads, the smell was getting stronger and the flavor was starting to change. When she got to the end of the center pad, Dakota reeled back to lick another part of it, aiming to slather the entire thing in her saliva. 

The more she licked, the easier it was getting for her. Meanwhile the dire wolf was making small sounds of enjoyment. Dakota’s tongue was much smaller than his own and couldn’t cover as much area at once, but he could feel her enjoyment through these licks. The simple drags came with a unique feeling, being so smooth and soft. His tail began to slowly wag back and forth, a show that he was liking the attention. More of his pad was being licked, the tongue was moving faster while applying more force, and he could feel the sniffs and puffs of Dakota’s breath coming with greater enthusiasm. 

Dakota then pulled back and moved over to the other paw. The wolf responded by lifting that one for her, planting the licked on back onto the ground. She was quick to give his right paw its due attention. She pressed her face directly to the unlicked, sweat-covered center pad. She ground the fur of her face against the pad and hummed as the scent was now sticking to her, making her face stink of wolf paw-perspiration even more than before. She was also breathing in the smell; her nose wouldn’t stop twitching and her mouth was watering all over again. The more she treated her senses, the greater the shiba’s excitement and need became. 

When she felt it was time, Dakota began to lick all over the center pad, going up and down again. She licked only there, leaving the others without the touch of the wet and sweeping muscle. While moaning softly, she collected all the sweat that she could, wanting more and more of the addicting flavor. After licking all over the biggest pad, Dakota eased back and trained her focus onto the smaller ones. Slowly and one by one, Dakota began to lick over each of the digits and in between them as well. That’s where she got a taste of the aged sweat that had been left to fester and on top of that there was the added biting tang of the dried shit that her tongue was finally making contact with. 

The stuff was coating her tongue more and more with every lick. It quickly became like a greasy film as the scat and sweat combined with her own saliva. As the smell and flavor both became all the more intense, she began to lick even faster and harder, now aiming to clean up the rank stuff as much as she could. Licking even deeper led to Dakota’s tongue making contact with a still slightly wet clump of shit that had gotten in between the pads. Being away from the eyes of the other villagers, Dakota allowed herself to submit to the dire wolf, letting her own desires take over. 

She was doing her best to clean up the digits with nothing more with her tongue, pulling it in to swallow the bit of scum that had built up. For as much as she had been licking, the smell of mess was still just as strong, as if the elements had fused to the skin of the pads. When she resumed cleaning, Dakota went back to licking but this time she aimed to do something new. Bringing her muzzle in, the shiba did her best to suck on one of the digits. She couldn’t fit any of them into her mouth so Dakota made do by suckling and running her tongue all over at the same time. When she pulled back, the anthro canine would then rub her face against the mix that would come from her licking, willingly marking herself in the smelly substance. 

After rubbing her face all over the entirety of the paw’s bottom side, Dakota returned to the first one, getting underneath it before she began licking that one, this time giving the digits attention as well. Taking her time, Dakota licked all over the digits and in between them, all but pushing her muzzle in. Being so used to licking all over, Dakota was making quick work of the large and heavy paw, moaning as she tasted the mixed bitter flavors, feeling her moving tongue getting coated with the oily mix of sweat and shit. By twisting and curling her tongue, Dakota was scooping up more clumps that had gotten between the pads, pulling them into her mouth and swallowing. With a small shudder, the shiba felt it running down her throat and into the already swollen and heavy state of her stomach. The foul taste of it no longer bothered her and she bravely gulped the muddy stuff down without any hesitation or retching. 

She also softly suckled on each of them, giving one her full attention before moving onto the next, leaving them all shiny with her saliva and yet smelling just as strongly as they had been before. 

Pulling herself away entirely, Dakota began to softly pant. She looked up at the wolf that was looking back at her with a curious expression on his face. Stepping back further, Dakota took off her backpack and reached inside. What she pulled out of it was a rope. It was something she usually kept in there just in case but she had gotten an idea and began to weave the rope together, fashioning a makeshift leash. 

“Wanna come back home with me?” Dakota asked. This was something she was certain about. She wanted to spend more time with the canine, have him close by to keep giving her pleasure and stimulation that nobody else could. He was large but lived in a big place all by herself and had plenty of room to spare. She imagined it wouldn’t be too hard to care for the wolf. They could walk back to the forest and he could go hunt for himself while she went looking for more natural ingredients. Her main focus was just having the dire wolf around to relive this kind of excitement over and over again. 

The wolf didn’t say anything but he stepped forwards and bent his head down so Dakota could slip the larger loop over his head and around his neck. The other end was being held by Dakota. She wasn’t strong enough to pull the dire wolf along but he followed as she led the way, leaving his territory behind and eventually into the village where he was met with many shocked or fearful looks. Some ran away and went back into their houses but Dakota wasn’t panicking. She confidently led the way and seeing that made the wolf keep following. It didn’t take them much longer to reach her home. They got inside and Dakota did her best to carefully lead the wolf into her bedroom. A few things got knocked over and she made a mental note to rearrange a few things to make more room for the feral. 

When they were in the bedroom, the leash was taken off and the wolf walked away from Dakota, sniffing around before he found her bed. He began to climb onto it, making the bed’s frame creak from his weight. The creature took up most of the space available and was looking pretty content. 

“Hmm, I think I’ll call you…Doug,” Dakota had been thinking about what she would call her new “pet” on the way back. It felt like a fitting name for him. As Doug made himself comfortable, Dakota began to undress herself. Though her clothes didn’t do much to cover a lot of her body, the shiba was instantly feeling more comfortable when they came off. His stomach was still swollen and feeling heavy. Anyone would have thought she had suddenly become pregnant overnight. But knowing that it was the wolf’s doing was making Dakota aroused and she began to approach the lounging feral. 

Doug was lying on his side so when she got in close, it was easy for Dakota to resume where she left off. With the paws already licked in, the shiba got in close and pressed her face to Doug’s chest. With her hands and her muzzle, she felt the rough fur and the muscles underneath it. Being able to touch the bigger canine in a more intimate way was making her all the more excited. Soon she was unable to contain herself and began to lick as she felt up the dire wolf’s underside. 

Her tongue traced over his chest, then over his belly. All the while she was sniffing and licking up the sweat, as much as she could. Stimulating her senses of smell, taste, and touch all at once was making her moan and Doug was enjoying the stimulation that was felt on his chest and belly, especially the softer parts of his stomach that were given light and affectionate scratches. His tail began wagging again and he sighed from the comfort that was spreading throughout his body. Dakota’s tongue was sailing along his sensitive belly, bringing him even more of that comfort. But now it was starting to become a light pleasure that he was embracing with another wag of his tail. On Dakota’s end, she had gotten herself completely lost in licking all over the dire wolf. Letting her nose lead the way got her to eventually reach Doug’s crotch. 

That got her face to face with Doug’s fat sheath and behind it was Doug’s fat large balls, hanging to the side and on the sheets of her bed. Her nose was just in front of the plump white furred pouch. The sight of the wolf’s loins alone made her shudder. They were just begging to be touched, rubbed, sniffed, and licked. Aiming to do all of that, Dakota brought herself in even closer, doing so slowly until her nose was just short of pressing into the sheath. 

Being just in front of it, Dakota’s nostrils flared as she inhaled. The smell that met her was close to what came from Doug’s paws. Wolf musk combined with the biting stink of shit that had gotten smeared onto the sheath. All over the opening were various streaks and blots of brown that made the fur matted and crusty. Emanating from his crotch this time, the smell of musk and shit wasn’t exactly the same this time. Dakota’s talented nose was discerning a more earthy tone that combined itself with the strong overall stink of wolf waste. Anyone else would have been disgusted and would then refuse to get anywhere near the creature but Dakota was filled with a desire to sniff and lick all over the sheath. The idea of getting the taste on her tongue was making it and her sex twitch. 

Being unable to contain herself, Dakota pushed her snout directly against the sheath and she began to lick it. The intense mixed flavor of sweat and dried shit was starting to coat her tongue as she flicked it over the area. In addition to its taste, the smell was deeply intoxicating. Against her tongue, aside from the rougher parts that were made harder from the shit, the sheath was surprisingly smooth. The wolf huffed as he felt the wet muscle running across his furry pouch. He was actually grateful towards the anthro that was willing to lick what he wasn’t. Her tongue was reaching all over, even sweeping over the parts that were dirty with his own waste. Dough had planned to go get himself cleaned up in a stream but if Dakota was willing to do it herself, he was going to let her. The gentle but thorough sweeps of her tongue felt good and it was making his sheath twitch, more specifically the cock underneath was twitching. 

The sounds of Dakota’s moans were reaching his ears and following the sounds were her faster and harder licks. He relaxed and just let her keep going, enjoying the touch that gradually spread all over his sheath. Slowly the scat was being cleaned from his fur and in exchange Dakota was getting her mouth full of the stuff. Wetting it with her saliva was making it slimy. It began to stick to Dakota’s muzzle and the fur of her neck. She licked it all up eagerly, not just the shit but also remnants of old cum and piss as well. The combined flavors would have been enough to make her retch before but now Dakota was feeling an odd sense of excitement and heightened sexual want. Taking her time and putting all of her passion into the act, Dakota managed to more or less lick up the mess, replacing the various substances with her own saliva. The brown on the sheath hadn’t gone away completely. It was very faded now and the smell of it had lessened dramatically, being on the same level as the other elements that made up the sheath’s clinging aroma.

So far, Dakota had been focusing her efforts on the outside of the sheath but feeling that it was clean enough now, she grew curious about its interior. Like the rest of Doug, the pouch was large and thick. Being so close to it, Dakota felt that she could possibly slip her tongue inside. Doug’s steady breathing was heard, suggesting his comfort and building trust towards her. Daring to take a chance, the shiba pushed her snout to the sheath’s opening and she began to slowly push forwards still. To her own surprise, Dakota was managing to ease her muzzle inside of the sheath. Doug jumped a bit, making a sound of surprise but he didn’t do anything to stop the anthro. This was something new for him. For all the countless times that he licked his sheath the large canine hadn’t ever pushed his tongue inside. Dakota managed to ease in to the point that her nose bumped into the tip of Doug’s cock. 

Unconsciously her tongue slid out and touched the sheathed length. She licked all over the cock and the slick walls that surrounded it. The smell in her nose was powerfully musky. This was the source of what she had been smelling this entire time. All of those hints of cum, piss, and general crotch grime was all found inside of the sheath and the intensity was tripled. If she wasn’t inhaling the amazingly powerful reek, Dakota was running her tongue along and collected the most delightfully bitter flavor on her taste buds. Licking along the inner walls of the sheath was making her entire body tingle. 

The more she licked, the more excited that Doug became. His cock began to twitch even harder before it began sliding out. Dakota noticed this and focused her touch on the tip. As it was slowly sliding from the sheath, Dakota lavished the tip with several smooth licks that reached everywhere that she could manage. Doing this made Doug growl but it wasn’t in the same way that she was used to it. It was a low noise filled with pleasure. He began to shift his hips, pushing them forwards a bit. Dakota felt this and she made a sound of her own, now starting to suckle on the tip that had reached to the opening. A grunt came from the dire wolf and his top finally came sliding out from the pouch. The opening expanded further and further as more slick inches became visible. 

Dakota was preparing herself to lick all of the cock as most of it was outside now. But Doug was starting to get up, outstretching a paw out that wrapped around the anthro. Dakota was surprised to be pulled onto the bed. As she got on, Doug slid off of the bed. Dakota was confused until the bigger canine slid his head back onto the bed and in between her legs. He sniffed at her sex a few times before drawing his thick tongue over her soft lips. The touch made Dakota jump and right away, he licked again, sending a jolt through the anthro’s body. 

Doug noticed the way that Dakato reacted. In his nose was the smell of her growing arousal and against his taste buds was the flavor of her pussy juices. Wanting more, the feral licked again but ended this one by pushing his thick tongue against the entrance, making the wet lips slowly stretch. Getting the muscle inside also gave him a more pronounced taste of her hot and tight passage. 

Doug then began to lick directly inside of Dakota’s pussy. On top of stretching the outside, the muscle was reaching far inside of her as well. Dakota was moaning out, feeling herself being filled by the long and hot thing. The more she was filled, the stronger the pleasure became. It was sweeping all over her walls, covering so much area with ease. Just one lick was all it took to make her shake and cry out, much to Doug’s growing approval. He found this was much easier when the anthro was keeping still, embracing her actions rather than resisting and needing to be held or pinned down. 

Dakota continued to shudder and moan from the tongue that was licking her like this. Both long and thick, it was stretching her sex and covering so much area at once. Her juices were leaking out and around the moving muscle. Getting a taste of that caused Doug to move his tongue with greater speed and purpose, rolling and twirling it around. His movements were aimless and unpredictable. Strong and not held back in any way. Doug acted on what felt right, being led by his instincts. As he would with a female of his species and size, the dire wolf aimed to lick deep and hard, earning more of her liquid arousal in return. 
He was feeling her pussy quivering around his tongue and more was leaking out of her. It was hard for her to contain herself when Doug’s tongue was touching and pressing on all of her most sensitive spots, touching and stroking them without letup. The pleasure was constant with no pauses in between. Try as she might to endure the onslaught of hot and wet tongue movements, Dakota was quickly being pushed to her limits and the feral’s intensity didn’t waver for a moment. From the beginning and even now, all of the large tongue’s movements were strong and forced waves of pleasure into the shiba. 

Another hard twist of the tongue was what pushed her over the edge, making her cry out and arch her back while spraying her ejaculate directly into the dire wolf’s muzzle. He finally paused his licking when the first squirt of her cum gushed out. His licking resumed but it was much softer and smoother now as he aimed to lap up that even tastier fluid, using the broadness of the appendage to collect just about every drop that Dakota could give him. When the last clench of her sex came and the final squirt of her cum was released, Doug began to ease up as well, giving a final flick before pulling free from her stretched and slathered pussy. 

Doug was still staring and sniffing directly at her groin. There was a curious yet hungry look in his eyes as they drifted upwards, as if he was asking for permission. Dakota nodded before turning herself over. Lying on her stomach now, the shiba lifted up her backside and spread her legs even further. With a quickness, Dakota heaved himself up and climbed onto the bed. All of a sudden, he was taking up most of the space again, all but smothering her with his fur and body weight. Doug’s cock was fully out of his sheath and with a bit of shifting around he managed to align his tip with the freshly licked vent. 

With a grunt and growl, Doug pushed with enough force to make the entire bed rock. Thanks to his licking, Dakota’s pussy was already slick and stretched, making the entry of his cock smooth and very pleasurable for the both of them. Feeling herself being spread even wider around the entering tip, Dakota moaned out and gripped the sheets. This time the bigger canine was entering slowly. He grunted and his eyes fluttered as he felt the tightness around his cock, reaching more and more of his inches. It had just barely been a day that Dakota had first gotten acquainted with Doug’s cock and even now it was feeling bigger than she remembered. Between the spit and ejaculate that clung to his walls and the fresh precum that was leaking from Doug’s cocktip, the following inches were still sliding in with such ease. 

When more than half of it was in, Doug gave the first proper thrust. The rest was then shoved in, causing them both to react. Dakota was feeling the cock throbbing hard and another squirt came out from the tip, being so hot and sticky against her walls. Smacking into her right after were the dire wolf’s plump balls. Dakota moaned out from the contact and the feeling of having her depths touched and then stretched so wide. 

Having himself fully inside, Doug pulled back and then began to move his hips. It didn’t take him long to find a steady pace and each of his thrusts ended on those balls coming in to smack into Dakota every time. Dakota felt herself still being rocked just as much as the bed was. Coming from the dire wolf was a series of grunts and pants as he reached in as deeply as he could each time. His cock was completely slick with his own precum and the fluids that were still being secreted from Dakota’s sex. Slowly more strength was being applied and more aggression was showing as well. Reaching his twitching ears were the sounds of his wet cock sliding back and forth. 

Putting more weight down on the anthro canine, Doug put more effort into his thrusts. Being done both faster and harder, he was making Dakota moan out with greater volume and intensity. Pleasure was overtaking her with every push. Her sex responded by clenching down on his cock. Both were quickly getting lost in their shared lust. Every slam was met with another one of those squeezes. They were trading pleasure back and forth, responding to their actions by grunting, trembling, and feeling their respective groin throb. 

The smell of the musky dire wolf was flaring up again and spreading out within the bedroom. As he continued to rock his body, the smell of him was being rubbed into Dakota’s smooth back fur. The smell of his own precum was adding to that, getting all over and inside of her pussy. She would likely be smelling of him for a while now. The idea of walking around the village while stinking of dire wolf was an even greater turn on for her. 

Doug changed things up by slowing the speed of his thrusts but in exchange there was greater power put into each push. Putting even more weight down that kept Dakota trapped under him, Doug was huffing with every surge ahead, his tongue lolling and dripping saliva. His cock was pulsing even harder against the walls that hugged it tightly, squirting out precum in greater amounts and with added pressure as well. 

Being on the receiving end of it all, Dakota cried out as another hard thrust came her way. Musk was pouring in her nose and the dire wolf’s pants were keeping her eyes flicking. Excitement was racing through every inch of her body, making it jerk and pulse. Even feeling the dire wolf’s body heat and weight grinding all over her back…it was making her shake even more. Dakota attempted to hold back but another push from Doug was all it took. 

Crying out beneath the thrusting feral, Dakota’s sex was pulsing and tightening. For a second time she began cumming around the pumping cock, coating the crimson inches in her hot ejaculate. That seemed to be enough for Doug. Thrusting against the added tightness and wetness, the dire wolf bunched his muscles before pushing ahead with enough strength to bury the entirety of his cock, including the knot, inside of Dakota’s pussy. 

Both basking in their climaxes, the pair of canines were shaking and panting from the rush that consumed them. From deep inside Dakota could feel the heavy flow of cum that was surging from the pointed tip. With every throb came a torrent of hot, sticky, and musky fluid that first filled up her passage. The knot didn’t allow a drop to spill out. As more cum kept coming out, the excess seed was forced further into Dakota’s body instead. Feeling herself being filled with so much cum again, the shiba felt her body starting to swell again. It felt different when she recalled that it was her ass that had been knotted by Doug the last time. While she was feeling herself being pumped full more and more, Doug was still grunting and huffing, feeling the rushes of heightened pleasure from his own climax. 

All over again, Dakota was being pumped full to the point that she was looking even more pregnant but to her surprise the flow of cum was still going strong. Still stuck under the wolf, Dakota felt her stomach being inflated more and more, ever stretching while the amount of cum inside of her was increasing and increasing. Doug began to ease up some but that was just because of the state that her stomach was forced into, becoming more like a large inflated ball but it was still getting better. She could feel it all: the throbs, large squirt of cum, and the hot stuff sloshing around inside of her. With every jet her body was forced to make room for it all. It felt good too, not just the lingering pangs of her climax but the feeling of being so full of hot dire wolf spunk. 

Eventually it got to the point that Dakota was looking like a real life inflatable toy, pumped full of cum instead of air. She could only moan from the sheer amount that kept her inflated like this. It was then that Doug finally finished cumming. His senses were flooded in the blissful feeling and it caused him to collapse on top of the shiba without warning. This time his full weight came down with nothing being restrained. 

As soon as he came down on her, Dakota felt her stomach being pressed on. It came erupting out of her, spilling from her mouth, the thick gushing of cum splattered out all over her bed. She groaned as the stuff just came rushing out. The more weight that was pressed on her, the more that came out. Doug wasn’t fazed at all by this and continued to lay on top of the much smaller creature. It wasn’t just cum spilling out of the shiba either. There was also the piss and shit that she couldn’t get out either. Both the scat from the day before and the clumps she had eaten just a bit earlier were all coming up and joining the mess that was already there. 

When it came to an end Dakota’s stomach was still swollen but it was much less now, just enough for her to relax. As she settled down, Doug began moving. The dire wolf was still knotted inside of her as he shifted around in an attempt to make himself comfortable. Pulling back would make his knot tug against the tight, wet lips but it remained firmly locked inside when he settled down completely. 

Doug seemed to have fallen asleep on top of her. His knot was still firmly locked inside of her and she was now stuck between the sleeping creature and the strong smelling mess that had all spilled from her throat. Oddly enough she was feeling a sense of comfort and satisfaction while laying in the smelly and sticky mess. The next thing she felt was a sudden tiredness. Doug’s body overlaying hers, his steady breathing, and warmth was just enough to gradually lull her to sleep. She sighed and closed her life, knowing that this was just the start of their brand new partnership.