[i]‘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.’[/i]

Dax was sitting in his room, finally finishing the story. The great dane had been doing a lot of thinking, specifically about ferals and the potential fun they could be. This craving had him seeking stories that portrayed it, sex between anthros and ferals. That led him to find a story called ‘How Doug Met Dakota.’ Dax decided that it was worth his time and was glad that he decided to read it.

Dax had been reading for half an hour while stroking himself, not expecting the story to be so hot and detailed. It pushed all of his buttons while making his desires all the stronger, giving him whole new ideas. Now his desire to do things with ferals was all the stronger. In fact the tall, brown furred canine found himself feeling jealous towards the fictional character, Dakota, and her situation, being used by such a large and musky wolf. That was something he very much wanted for himself, imagining how it would be for him, faced down by a four legged canine so much taller than him, being pushed around and pinned down by their strong, heavy, and smelly body... 

There was something special about Dax; an ability he was born with. He could wish for things; making those wishes come true. But there were rules to the power. Dax could only wish for things he had a reference for. He would have to see something in order to wish it for himself or at least had a very vivid image of it. But Dax wasn’t the imaginative type, more often than not needing something visible to base his wishes on, such as seeing various anthros and wishing he had the flowing hair of a horse or the wings of an avian... 

But this story...so detailed in its description, had painted a vivid image in Dax’s mind. He decided to go for it. Never before had he made a wish based on a story but canine knew what he wanted, feeling his heart beating in his chest. He closed his eyes, focusing on the images that his mind conjured when reading, visualizing a vibrant forest just outside of a simple village. 

“I wish to go to those woods...” Dax said. At first nothing seemed to happen. He was still lying in bed with his phone in hand. Just as he was ready to sigh, figuring that his power couldn’t work like that, there was a rush all around him. His body suddenly felt like it was flung and hurdling at high speed. Like he was tumbling in midair until he came to land with a grunt. Groaning and opening his eyes, Dax saw that he was in a big forest instead of his simple bedroom. 

“It worked!” he said aloud. He slowly got up and looked around. It certainly didn’t work in the way he expected but Dax was now standing in that same forest he imagined. Teeming with life, he could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind and various calls from animals. He still couldn’t believe that it had worked. It was as if he had literally fallen into the story... 

Dax took the time to explore this place, being similar yet different to how he imagined it would be. He had yet to come across the large wolf he read about, instead finding plenty of other creatures. The more he saw, the more that Dax wished, desiring various features from whichever animal he laid eyes on. Once he got a good look at them, the anthro canine would wish for a certain part of them. 

First it was a group of foxes that appeared to be playing with each other, running and chasing each other about while yipping enthusiastically. Dax decided that he wanted to look like the fox, specifically for his head to look like that of a fox’s. After making the wish he felt his face and head morphing in shape. His muzzle grew longer and more slender while the fur grew out, changed color, and became much fluffier. 

Just as the change was done, the shrill cry from above made him look up. He saw an eagle gliding to a nearby tree where it perched and started to groom itself. Catching Dax’s attention were the eagle’s feet and the sharp talons that dug into the bark. They looked unique and useful so he wanted that too. His arms and hands began to morph, losing their fur and becoming rougher, clashing with the red fluffy fur that sprouted from his upper half. Ending his fingers were much longer and curved claws. 

“Hmm...” Dax hummed to himself as he watched the change. He had played with various features and parts from other animals but hadn’t done so while keeping a previous wish. He would usually let the first change revert back before doing anything else. Now with the head of a fox and the feet of an eagle acting as his arms and hands, Dax deliberately searched for more creatures... 

The unique looking anthro came across a mountain lion that sprang out of nowhere, hissing at him before darting off ahead. But it remained in view, stopping after it jumped onto a rock, looking back at Dax with an unreadable expression. Dax looked back and decided that he wanted the body of the mountain lion, admiring its gracefulness and sleek appearance. After making the wish, the portions of his body beyond the fox fur had become that of the predator feline, with sleek fur and a form fit for more agile movements. Throughout there was this strange sort of tingling that was getting stronger. 

Passing by some water he was able to look at himself so far: an anthro composed of various parts. But there was still plenty of his regular body that still showed. There was this desire to replace them with something else. He needed more. 

Venturing out further, Dax managed to come across a wolf that snarled at him. He backed away, giving the wild canine some distance but then he realized that his remaining parts, his backside and tail could be replaced by what the wolf had, so he wished for that and groaned as the change happened. This time that tingling was much stronger and different than before. More than just some vibrations from inside and now a strangely exciting and pleasurable sensation. As his lower half changed, Dax saw the wolf walking away. Its tail swishing back and forth revealed that it was a female. For some reason that really struck Dax. 

He groaned again just as his lower body had finished changing and realized that something else was happening. He looked down between his legs to see that his crotch was changing. The tingling was centered at his groin as it visibly shrunk. Confusion and panic gripped the now unique anthro but he just stood standing there watching as his sheath and sack continued to condense until they were nothing, leaving the area between his legs null for just a moment. 

Then he groaned from the rush of heat that came from between his legs. Looking down, Dax could see something else taking the place of his previously shrunken loins. Replacing his sheath and balls, blossoming out in the same area, was a neat, pink slit that became more defined into a pair of soft lips. Heat was radiating from the area. It began to feel damp as Dax realized that it was a vagina. But he hadn’t wished for this. Instead he had just gazed at it while his body had been changing. Sure for a moment he wondered what it would be like to have one... 

Being a mishmash of various animal features, Dax didn’t realize that he had inadvertently turned himself into an enfield, a mythical creature he had read plenty about. Its various non-matching features had interested him at the time. That must have stuck with him because he subconsciously turned himself into the real life equivalent. But he was more interested in his accidentally made vaginal, shivering when he ran his taloned hand along it, being careful about his claws, letting out a shuddering groan when he grazed across the smooth, wet, pink flesh. The strong sensation that raced through him was enough to make his whole body twitch. 

Having the lower body and tail of a wolf, including the vaginal of one that was warm and fragrant with heat, Dax’s teasing of himself was making the smell spread out. It was carried by the light wind, further into the woods. Unbeknownst to him, the smell was traveling all the further, eventually reaching another canine’s nose, drawing them to find the source...

Dax had just managed to get a digit into his newly formed pussy, carefully drawing the claws finger against his sensitive walls while letting out moans. But he perked up when he heard a series of heavy approaching footsteps and low growls. Having his eyes closed while experiencing the new kind of pleasure, Dax opened them and gasped when he saw not one, but two large feral wolves. They stood before Dax, one with dark brown fur and the other being grey, both towering over the unique anthro. 

“Uh...” Dax said, dumbfounded by the pair. Being even bigger than he imagined, Dax wasn’t sure what to do now that the wolves were standing before him, looking down with sharp eyes and bared fangs. 

The next thing he knew, the wolves were upon him. But they weren’t trying to eat him like he expected. Instead one of the ferals had managed to get a hold of him, shoving his face into the sheath of the other large lupine. The large strong paws of the brown one kept his face shoved into the other wolf’s groin. Feeling the large claws poking against him, Dax figured it was best to do what they wanted, just as Dakota had to. 

He dared to take a few sniffs of the large and wide pouch. Flooding his sensitive fox nose was the overpowering reek of an unwashed crotch, its deep reek made him want to pull out but the brown one’s paws kept him where he was, having no other choice but to endure. His face was already getting wet and ruffled from all the wet. Drawing his tongue out, he got a taste for the sharp, bitter flavor. It made him grimace and even gag a bit but he powered through. 

Forcing himself to continue, Dax proceeded to not just lick at but within the sheath, sinking his tongue past the opening and lapping at the grimy walls that were layered with all the things that the wolf’s own tongue hadn’t lapped away. The whole time he was subjected to the strong, biting flavors of everything that came from the large sheathed cock, its smell was rubbing off and getting into his muzzle, making the smell cling to his own face.

The paws on him eased off. But Dax wasn’t given the chance to escape. Instead the grey wolf shoved himself against Dax, making him fall back. The brown one took his chance to get some worshiping, walking over the enfield until his huge balls were hanging right over Dax’s face, hovering just above the enfield’s already musk-coated lips. 

Then the brown wolf practically sat himself down, in turn all but smothering Dax under the weight and size of his sack, leaving the pinned anthro with another duty to perform. Willingly, Dax ran his tongue along the orbs, feeling how hot and heavy they were. And like the grey one’s sheath, the fur covering them was all but soaked in built up sweat, the scent striking his sense of smell with full force, making it hard for him to breathe for a moment. 

Knowing the weight wouldn’t ease up until the canine was satisfied, Dax willed himself to keep going, reaching his tongue out as far as it could go, getting it coated in the strong, striking flavors of the feral’s ball-sweat; being the product of multiple days without a cleaning. Though it was forced upon him, Dax was also feeling a level of excitement. There was more tingling between his legs, his sex starting to pulse and even leak some more fragrant juices. His licking grew faster as he pushed in harder, parting the dense, musk-coated fur, getting more of that biting flavor on his taste buds, going from one large furry sphere to the other. 

Eventually the brown wolf eased up, “passing” Dax back to the grey one, who did something similar to the other. He was lowering his body down towards Dax but in a different way. Instead of planting his balls down on the anthro’s face, Dax had the grey wolf’s heavy and musky, unwashed ass firmly planted on top of him. This time Dax was really cringing from the reek’s strength. The feral canine made itself comfortable on his face, grinding his butt back and forth, smearing its strong smelling filth over his nose and lips. 

All the same, Dax felt compelled to start licking, already breathing in the dense funk of the large, sweaty tailhole directly. He ran his tongue over it, trying not to think that much about the griminess that was coating the winking surface. But that wasn’t so easy to do when the strong taste made itself apparently, clinging firmly to his taste buds. Its simultaneously bitter and muddy flavor had Dax groaning but he continued to lick all the same, getting more layers of the sweat, grime, and other things he didn’t want to think about on his tongue and more of his mouth, making the whole thing feel grimy... That was all before pushing past the rim itself, running along the walls, collecting even more of that funky grime, doing his best to clean it away despite the way he shuddered. At least the feral canine’s pants told him that he was doing a good job. Still pinned beneath and unable to see, Dax didn’t notice the canine’s cock sliding out from its sheath. 

All of the licking he had done for them roused the pair of canines up, meaning he was presented with their cocks. Dax was awed by the shafts that were so thick, more than a foot and a half at length, all being ended with even thicker knots. The dark red flesh itself was glistening from the heavy mix of sheath fluids and precum, the latter leaking out in heavy amounts, making the musk of their canine dicks all the stronger, spreading in a thick haze that was filling Dax’s nose, making him groan in a strange combination of disgust and need. 

The next thing he knew, Dax was palming one of the huge cocks as best he could, rubbing his hand up and down, getting his taloned hand slick and sticky from the hot substance. The other cock was being nuzzled with his face, getting the thick substance slathered all over his nose and lips. Assaulting his sense of taste and smell were the raw flavors and smells that he oddly wanted more of. 

With his mouth open, one of the wolves thrust forward, spreading his mouth with their cock, making his maw spread and then his throat expand. The feral canine stuffed his length down, letting loose fat and hot globs of precum that Dax gulped down, feeling the heat rushing down to his stomach. When the brown pulled back, the grey one took up the spot, also stuffing his cock past Dax’s lips, having his cock swab the enfield’s throat, leaving his own mark in the form of more musky precum. 

After servicing him for a bit, one of them lunged down with their jaws and got a hold on the back of his neck, lifting him up by his scruff. He was being carried as the pair of wolves started to walk away, their intention being to take Dax back to their shared cavern, where they could really use the strange but willing anthro...