The village was filled with its usual goings on and that included the local tavern that was usually filled with hardy guys that were either highly skilled or were just downright large and strong enough to handle anything that would come their way. The tavern also hosted various bounties for completing tasks in exchange for a price; the payout scaling to how taxing the task would be. Of course most of the lower leveled offers were passed up by the patrons of the tavern. It was a better return on investment to go for the higher leveled tasks. But there were some even they put off because even the high reward wasn’t worth the effort or trouble. 

Entering the tavern and catching eyes as he walked in was a lion named Kike. He tried to look bold as he walked in with his head held high but there were already scoffs and snickers being thrown his way. The reason why wasn’t hard to figure when taking his appearance into account. Despite being a lion with a mane, Kike was just about 5 feet tall and his build was very feminine: slim, curvy, and his hips were the widest part of him. But despite that he still tried to prove himself by taking on the posted bounties. But nobody was ever impressed with what he managed to do. Maybe because even his best efforts paled in comparison to the bounties that everyone else was able to take on and cash in. 

“You’re still at it?” one of them asked when Kike was only tossed a few measly coins for the work he had done. “You ought to give it up and just settle down.” 

“Don’t listen to him!” another one of the tavern-goers said and Kike perked up, thinking that someone was finally on his side. “He’d make a lot more money putting those curves to good use.” 

“Could always use another server,” the tavernkeeper added to the discourse, smirking as he was wiping out a glass. “May have to shave that mane down to make the guy more comfortable.” 

Kike was unfortunately used to being berated for his size and appearance but after so long he was finally fed up. Nobody ever took him seriously. All they ever did was look down on him and make jokes about him looking like a lioness. But what they didn’t know was that he had been practicing a lot in secret, whenever he had free time Kike used it to hone his skills and he felt that it was finally time to show up everyone that had been making fun of him. He was going to do what nobody else in this tavern would.

“Alright then... The next time all of you see me, it's gonna be with the Dire Wolf!” he proclaimed, pointing to a bounty poster that depicted a large feral wolf. In bold lettering was a huge reward amount, the kind that could set someone up but of course it wasn’t that easy. There was a reason this bounty had gone untouched for months now. Even the biggest, strongest guys even thought about taking on the wolf that prowled the woods beyond their village. But Kike was very confident that he would do it. 

“You?!” one of them spluttered and following was an uproar of laughter from everyone. 

“There’s no way you’d ever bag that beast!” 

“That thing would probably mistake you as a girl and try to fuck you!” 

“Maybe that beast will finally break the kitty in and he can start putting out around here.” 

Kike grit his teeth, still being determined to prove them all wrong as he marched out. Behind him, the wolf could hear those still in the tavern making various bets of how long it would be before he came “limping back,” and the longest amount of time was just a day...



The next morning in the forest he moved with a quiet swiftness through the wilderness. He had done a lot of researching and started with looking for signs until he managed to find the tracks. There was no mistaking it; the massive deep impressions of wide paw prints, each one bigger than the lion’s own head. It was the Dire Wolf alright. Even as his heart started to pound and fear welled up within him, Kike followed the paw prints that led him past a wall of growth where the tracks led him deeper into a ravine to the mouth of a cave that had some discarded bones in front and plenty of paw prints going in all directions from the Dire Wolf’s multiple comings and goings. 

Finding a thick fallen nearly hollowed log, Kike started to work while there was no sign of the creature, painstakingly using the things he brought to set up a trap. The sturdiest ropes he could buy and thick branches, his nimble hands were working efficiently, tying them together and testing their strength, hoping it would be enough to ensnare the large beast. And as for the lure it was a few slabs of meat he also bought. He placed it in the center of the trap that was set and stepped back, admiring the work he had done. 

It was a clever contraption from his perspective. Whereas all the others had likely tried and failed to capture the Dire Wolf through sheer strength, Kike aimed to triumph over them with cleverness instead. He could almost see the faces of everyone that mocked him regularly when he would return with the Dire Wolf secured. He would never be made fun of again. The idea tickled him so much that an entire scenario was playing out in his head, of him finally earning his place and it would be on top. He was fantasizing for much longer than he intended, smirking to himself while standing out in the open. But he was snapped out of it by a low guttural growl so deep that it vibrated Kike’s body and even the ground beneath his feet. He froze, every one of his muscles tensing as he slowly and hesitantly dared to turn around. 

Just as he feared, the Dire Wolf was there. It was right in front of him. Enormous. Even on all fours, its massive frame towered over him with a thick body that was packed with strength showing even through its dense dark colored fur. Comparing his 5 foot frame to how much higher the Dire Wolf was, Kike guessed that it was about 8 feet. Big eyes were focused on him, and conveyed a focused fury along with the reverberating snarls and baring of huge, sharp fangs. 

His breath caught in his throat, Kike stumbled backwards. His carefully laid plans dissolved into a haze of pure terror that made him completely forget about that trap. But it was too late - already snagged on his leg from him tripping on the log, causing its weight to shift which triggered the trap. Those strong ropes meant to bind the beast were tangling him up as he fell to the ground. Of course now that he had seen the beast in its full glory he knew the ropes wouldn’t have worked in the first place...

Thrashing with desperation, letting out a cry that went unheard, Kike tried with all of his strength but the ropes held firm to him. He looked up, his heart clubbing hard against his ribs to see the Dire Wolf looming over him. The beast lowered its head, its breath hot against the whimpering lion. There was still anger in his gaze but also an intelligence. While he was so focused on his own “certain victory,” the wolf had made his simple move and completely subdued him. Size, strength, and intelligence...no wonder nobody else would go after it…

He was stuck on his back as the beast got in close while growling and reached a paw out. Kike closed his eyes thinking he was done for as he was snatched up, only to find himself pressed against something hot, furry...sticky? And it reeked too! He dared to open his eyes, only to find his nose pressed right against the massive beast’s fat sheath. The Dire Wolf’s paw kept him in place, claws poking right at his skin. That and the growl told him that he was in danger in multiple ways. The wolf was furious with the villager that invaded his territory and sought to teach him a lesson. 

Kike’s nose was pressed so closely to the sheath that his muzzle could slip into it. Only able to hold his breath for so long, the lion inhaled and started to cough from the pure pungentness of the feral’s unwashed loins. Trying to pull back earned him a snarl and the large claws pressed all the closer to his skin and even dug in, causing Kike to hiss in pain. The small feminine lion realized that he was at the canine’s mercy and had to appease him if he wanted to hopefully survive. Every sniff brought a wave that made his nose sting and his muzzle was getting smeared in the wetness of so much sweat and other sticky fluids. 

Another growl and push against the sheath had Kike conceding defeat and acting based on what he assumed the animal wanted. With reluctance he stretched his tongue out and got a taste for the deeply bitter flavor of everything that just coated the sheath’s opening; sweat and many other fluids that had gotten trapped and were left to stir. Licking at the sheath and making it open a bit unleashed an even harder degree of the sheath’s scent, causing the feline to wince harder. While it was torment for him he heard more pleasantly toned hums from the beast and the paw started to push him in even closer, grinding his muzzle against the sheath, smearing more of its grime and stink onto his own fur and skin. 

From the licking of the sheath, both inside and out, the feral’s cock began sliding out from it, rubbing against Kike’s face as it came out. It crawled out from the furry pouch like a giant dark red veiny snake, reaching a whole length of about 3 feet while being so thick as well, like a log between the already humongous creature’s hindlegs. And that thing was hanging in front of him, twitching and spurting heavy amounts of musky precum that was marking the wincing lion’s face. With came an addition to the heavy fog of musk that hung in the air, coming from every part of the Dire Wolf’s body.  

While Kike was choking from it, the tip was pushed against his muzzle like the sheath had, smearing more precum all over Kike’s snout and he again had to make use of his tongue, groaning from the harsh flavor but he had to keep going to appease the much bigger male that was still growling above him. Doing his best to just endure and act for the sake of his own being, Kike’s face was bathed in more precum if it wasn’t spurt into his mouth, making a huge mess of his fur. The creature was rocking his hips slightly, smearing the dark red flesh and its greasiness against him, further ruining his pelt with more mess and a stronger stink. 

That was all until his lips were suddenly spread around the tip. The Dire Wolf found his mark and started pushing further, overpowering Kike and forcing him to take his inches. Getting his muzzle stretched and filled, the lion was managing to handle it but was still feeling a growing strain against the hard meat that kept his snout pried open, forcing him to taste it and smell it up close as well. Even when his mouth was filled up, the wolf bucked again and stuffed Kike’s aching throat as well. 

His throat was forcibly stretching around the entering inches. The pushing from the wolf overpowered his gags and making the passage stretch out further than Kike thought possible. The wolf’s knot and crotch was getting all the closer as the aching stretching sensation was growing all the larger and more prominent. The canine above him was panting from the pleasure, the throbs of his cock being felt in the anthro’s lower throat and even his chest. And on top of that he was still spurting so much thick precum right into the tight passage, forcing Kike to swallow hard and rapidly to not be overwhelmed. 

Whether Kike was ready for it or not, the Dire Wolf proceeded to pull his length back and thrust his way back in, using Kike’s mouth and throat as a means for his own pleasure as well as punishment. All the precum that was all over the shaft at least lubed the way but it was still a strain for Kike to take, evident by his blocked groans. And once the beast started to move his hips he kept them in motion, pumping his way past the lion’s lips and into his oral passage, grinding his cock over the tongue that was weighed down. 

This was all so much to handle and Kike wasn’t sure he would be able to handle it for too much longer. So the solution was to get the feral off faster. And to do that he started to willingly suck on the cock as it pumped into his mouth, still grimacing from its harsh taste that scorched his taste buds every time it was getting stuffed in, going back and forth across it. With his strength that beast slammed even more of his inches in, causing the lion’s throat to bulge out much further than it was ever meant to, further flooding it with more precum. 

His stimulation was milking out even more precum but Kike managed to handle it by swallowing even harder and more often. But every so often some of it was spilling out from the sides of his muzzle. It was getting onto his mane, further marking in the sticky musky stuff. But he considered it a price to pay in order to keep his wellbeing. Hopefully a sore throat and messy body would be the worst of it. 

But the lion working his mouth in time with the wolf’s actions emboldened the bigger male further. He started to move at a faster pace, reaching his cock in even deeper, getting his knot to smack harder into the feline’s lips. In his mouth and throat, Kike could feel it throbbing harder while more precum was getting sprayed out, coating his oral walls in its thick and hot consistency. As the speed was picking up from there, Kike started to groan from how much room it was taking and the ever increasing amount of fluids that he had to consume. His stomach was already feeling heavy, hot and full...

His wish for it to end quickly was granted in a way but that was because of the canine thrusting in a final time as his cock was swelling to even greater proportions, pulsating so hard as it was releasing a high powered and plentiful deluge of cum right into Kike’s oral passage, making the whole thing swell. 

Thicker, much hotter and having a brutal taste, the cum was blasting out so hard that swallowing was no longer an issue and his already full stomach was also forced to take on the additional deluge that was being given to him, inflating to make room for all of it, increasing the weight and heat in the stuck and groaning lion’s midsection. he was taking blast after blast of the stuff until the canine pulled out, only to shoot the last it all over Kike’s face, nearly drowning him in all the spunk. 

While he was just trying to breath the beast went ahead with pressing his paw down on Kike, making the lion wince in pain from the claw tips that were against his skin. The wolf pulled to the side, making Kike roll over onto his bound hands and knees. Still taking heavy breaths and coughing, the lion nearly lost his breath entirely when he felt the grip and tugging on his pants only a few times before they came free, being ripped into teeth by his huge and sharp teeth, exposing his ass to the creature that kept a paw and his claws on him as a constant warning. 

He felt the much bigger body sliding on top and the hard sticky thing poking at his backside. There was only a moment to prepare himself before the hard and wide flesh was driven into him. From it Kike was yelling out but there was no one to hear him. All on his own he felt every bit of his rim getting spread so wide and the inches sliding past it. Above him he heard the low groans from the wolf but he was more focused on the discomfort and stabs of pain from being pushed way too far and yet his ass was getting further spread by the thickness. 

Despite what he had been through before, this was the thing that really made it click for Kike that this was really happening, that he was getting taken by the wild animal. As it was all setting in for him the wolf managed to bury himself all the way down to the knot, stretching out Kike’s insides like he had for the throat, making the lion’s stomach bulge out, creating an obvious pulsing pointed shape where the tip was. All of his own regard, the wolf pulled back and thrust his way back in deep, using enough force to rock Kike’s body but the paw on him kept him in place but the claws pressed to him also snatched at his fur and skin. The harsh thrusts brought more pain but another clashing sensation that had Kike’s breath catching his throat. 

While the lion was struggling in multiple ways the feral on top of him was simply rocking his body, stuffing Kike full every time along with putting so much pressure down on all of his insides. His anger hadn’t subsided as he pounded into the intruder. He was simply acting to dominate the other male and gain some pleasure in the process as well. Having his weight down on Kike every thrust was done with his powerful hips that would make Kike’s upper half lift in time with every pump. 

With the creature apparently loving the feeling of his hole, the thrusts were already picking up to come both faster and harder. He was making sure that his whole length was shoved in as deeply as it could reach, meaning the even thicker knot was pressed firmly to his backside. From Kike’s perspective it felt like his literal guts were getting penetrated, still wincing and shaking in time with every pump and scratch, he felt a growing warm wet heat on his back and wasn’t sure if it was the wolf’s sweat or blood from the clawing... 

It didn’t get any better as things picked up. More waves clashing pain and pleasure that he didn’t want was forced into Kike and he was powerless to do anything about it. The Dire Wolf didn’t care about his hisses or yelps of pain when the thrusts were getting too hard. Doing what it felt, Kike was resigned to just riding it out for however long it would last but he began to fearfully wonder if he could even manage that. 

“Slow down, p-please!” Kike yelled out, hoping that the animal would understand and do so. 

But all he got was the thrusts still going at their gusto. The only relief offered to him was the large amount of fluids that lubed his passage but even that only did so much for him. No amount of it was helping him adjust to the sheer size of the feral and the strength of his thrusts. 

The aches, musk, and certain spots being pressed way too hard had Kike shaking underneath the wolf. From his body getting lurched back and forth he was starting to feel dizzy. The weight was also slowly increasing, making it all the harder for him to breathe. The thrusts came harder still and there was more emphasis on that throbbing knot as it was getting pressed to his clenching rim... All until there was another surge and deep snarl from the wolf that overpowered Kike’s crying out. The knot made its way in but so did the next flood of cum that was further flooding the anthro’s depths. It gushed from the pointed cock tip in repeated blasts, taking up more room inside of him, making him feel a bit sick with how much his stomach was gurgling, expanding out further to hold all of the spunk that was forced into it. The lion was whimpering from it all while the beast above him was panting hotly. 

He had to just ride it all out for what felt like an eternity before the wolf growled again in a more aggressive manner, doing so a few times until the swelled knot came free painfully for Kike, being followed by seed spilling out from his stretched hole, providing him only some relief. 

But even with his hole stretched and leaking heavily, his midsection so bloated with cum, Kike wasn’t allowed to get away. The wolf swatted him again, getting Kike on his back again. The lion groaned and looked up to see the feral’s huge balls hanging over him, completely ruffled and heavily coated in so much cum. Some it was dripping down onto Kike’s face but that was before the balls came down from the beast all but sitting on him, nearly smothering him in the unwashed, cum-slathered orbs. Having both its taste and smell bombarding his senses, Kike groaned again but could guess what the feral wanted. 

Doing what the feral wanted from him, Kike started to reluctantly run his tongue along the orbs as best he could, only able to cover so much area at one time. Being a feline was working against him as his tongue was effective in cleaning away all the bitter tasting and slimy cum that was all over. And even if he managed to clear away the cum there was plenty of grungy, strong taste of caked on sweat and grime that was embedded into the thick fur. With the balls so firmly pressed to his face and so much weight on top it was already hard for him to breathe and every breath taken was tainted with pure animal crotch stink. 

Knowing the Dire Wolf wouldn’t ease off until he got what he wanted, Kike forced himself to keep going. To cover more area he had to move his head around but that was hard to do with all the weight on top of him but he managed to go from one huge ball to the other, getting his face smeared in so much of the mixed messiness of grungy cum, sweat, and other unwashed elements. 

He seemed to be managing well as the wolf wasn’t clawing at him but he was still growling as Kike was getting more filth on his tongue, its flavor becoming all the more embedded. It was still hard to do as he felt the weight on top of him shifting but still keeping on top of him. It was a torment in itself to have to endure both all the weight and griminess at the same time. Even when he managed to lick away so much cum he still had the pungent musk directly in his nose.  

He seemed to have done what the wolf wanted because he was lifting himself up but all he did was shift a bit, bringing his large unwashed tailhole down, planting it right down onto Kike’s face like the balls had before. But this time Kike was hit with even more of a nose burning, head spinning punch that had him whining as its slick coating of sweat was also getting smeared onto his muzzle. 

The wolf’s ass immediately made itself known as the most dirty part of its body, which had Kike cringing but he knew what he had to do and forced himself to lick despite his inner voice’s protests. And for doing so he was struck with the harsh muggy taste of even harsher sweat and dirtiness. He tried not to think too much about the spot he was licking at and just did it for the sake of himself. 

There were already the remaining flavors of sweat and cum from licking at the balls and now he was lapping at the twitching rim, getting it coated in a clinging, greasy firm that was sticking to the wet muscle, keeping the flavor stuck to his palate. 

Just doing his best to not think that much about where he was licking, even as he felt the ring of unwashed muscle winking against his moving tongue, Kike just kept up the motions, moving it up and down over the smooth surface. As he kept going, it was slowly creeping on Kike. What he was actually. The part of the wolf that the tongue was running over. As much as he tried to keep it out of his mind it was impossible to ignore the reek that was constantly pouring into his nose. 

Even if the act wasn’t as outwardly aggressive as everything that had come before, this was still bringing the pinned anthro plenty of humiliation. As much as he tried, Kike just couldn’t ignore that he was licking all over the Dire Wolf’s ass, getting himself further marked in its reek. As its muzzle swept over the rim he could feel its greasiness getting smeared into his facial fur, making his face smell of it too. 

His muzzle was already heavily coated in it, being stuck in his nose and his tongue was twitching from the bitterness that wouldn’t leave. But he couldn’t stop, not if he wanted to make it out in one piece. 

As he was moving his tongue over the rim again the wolf grunted and pushed back, putting even more weight down but he also made his own rim spread against Kike’s muzzle, getting the tongue’s anthro to slip into his ass. As it happened the lion went wide eyed but his tongue was already touching the grimy insides so there was nothing left to do but just keep going. 

As he did the rimming the wolf continued letting out low noises of various kinds. Through the growls it seemed that he was enjoying that Kike had been doing. First getting his balls cleaned up and then wanting to feel that same tongue on other parts of him. He felt the lion’s tongue twirling around inside of him, bringing some pleasure but the goal was still to break down the lion and teach him what happens to intruders, the intention being to leave him coated in his smell so that everyone would know...

When the wolf was satisfied with that after all he finally lifted his body up and turned around, giving Kike a sense of hope that he was finally free to go home. But the wolf remained over him, turning around with his head looming over him. It bent its head down and used his teeth to undo the ropes that were binding him, making Kike even more certain that he was free to go but the wolf lunged again and got a hold of the lion’s head in its mouth. Kike’s heart skipped an entire beat when he felt the sharp teeth poking against his chest. 

The wolf pushed his mouth down more, taking more of Kike in, using its tongue to move the anthro along until their head was pulled into the beast’s throat. Raising his head up, the wolf let gravity do most of the work as he started to swallow Kike whole, pulling his body in even as he thrashed in protest. But it did him no good. Even the beast’s throat muscles were so much stronger than him. Even while freed from the ropes he was powerless to stop himself from sliding deeper into the hold of the Dire Wolf’s gullet. 

It didn’t help that Kike was tired and didn’t have the energy to feasibly escape. And the more he moved, the faster he was pulled down into the lower throat where it became so dark that he couldn’t see but the walls of flesh held him so firmly from all sides that he couldn’t even move anymore. He was truly at the mercy of the feral’s body, getting pulled down further until he was dropped down into the stomach and even then he still wasn’t given much room to move around as the stomach walls came down on him too. 

He was stuck there in the creature’s musky gut while the wolf itself retreated to his den and tread a circle before settling down to sleep, being satisfied from draining his balls and having a full belly... Even when the beast woke up later that day, Kike was still stuck inside, feeling the bounces and jolts of the wolf traveling through the forest. Just as he wondered how long he would be stuck in the wolf’s stomach his body was getting pushed along by the stomach walls as a flesh hole opened up to swallow his head again. 

Spending so long in the fleshy chamber with not much fresh air to breathe Kike was pretty dazed but he gasped and went wide eyed when it finally clicked in his mind where he was headed since the wolf wasn’t going to spit him back up. Indeed the wolf had come back to his den, standing outside of it as he tread a few circles and got into a squatting position, letting out grunts as he pushed the anthro through his guts. 

Forcibly pulled along Kike’s body was put into a tighter lock. The strong anal muscles were all squeezing on him, only allowing him to take shallow breaths. And the air he took in was getting more and more tainted with that same foul reek that had come from the oversize canine’s butt. There was nothing he could do about it at this point, being carried along by the anal muscles and gravity as well. 

The wolf continued to grunt, pushing the smaller male through his digestive tract, needing to work harder to get out the anthro that was much bigger than what was usually coming out of him in this fashion. He could feel the moving body passing through, forced to follow the weaving patterns of his intestines. As he slid along, Kike felt his body getting coated in a slimy film more and more, making his pelt ruffled and oily. 

Going from the small intestine to the large one, Kike was pushed along at a faster speed and had a bit more wiggle room, which he did. He worked with the muscles that were pulling him along. If this was going to be his way out of the wolf then he wanted to just get it over as quickly as possible. Going through it head first he saw what was at the end of the intestinal tract, being a puckered hole that was slowly starting to expand, giving him first view of light in hours. 

With some grunts the huge wolf started to push even harder, making his hole expand around Kike’s head. It slid out along with his shoulders, making the strong yet soft ring of muscle stretch out even more. Kike was still wiggling, trying to get himself past, making use of the gross slimy coating that covered his whole body. All too slowly he was passing the rim, his body descending towards the ground that the canine’s rump was hovering over. Even with fresh air available to him all that Kike could smell was the choking stink of the wolf’s butt musk. 

A few more pushes from the wolf and shakes of Kike’s own body he was getting more of his body out until he was dropped onto the ground, leaving the wolf’s tailhole winking a few times before it started to close back up to its usual size, having a new coating of greasiness from Kike sliding out of it. While on the ground Kike’s body felt weak and he was mentally processing what he had been through as the wolf started to raise his rump back up again, his large balls swinging as he turned around to face Kike. 

He growled at the anthro and then sniffed at him before wincing and backing away, turning tail on the foul smelling anthro and padding back into his cave, figuring that the lesson had been taught. Left on his own Kike was still adjusting to the light outside and realized that it wouldn’t be too long until sunset. His fur was weighed down with the sliminess of the wolf’s insides that got into his pelt and even clung to its skin, keeping its stench with it. And his stomach was still largely bloated from all the cum he was made to take on. Eventually he managed to get on his feet and made the slow trek back to the village and the tavern…

“Well, well, well. Look who it is.” 

“Damn there goes my bet.” 

“Told you he wouldn’t last the day.” 

Kike had returned to the tavern, only to be met with varying comments, jeers, and laughter. They had told him just the previous day that he wouldn’t stand a chance against the beast and he had been so certain on proving all of them wrong but somehow bagging the creature that not even the biggest guys in the village could. And after what he experienced out in the wild, Kike was wishing that he hadn’t been so hasty. If he hadn't taken all of their insults to heart then he wouldn’t be in this situation. 

“Looks like the beast got a hold of him.” 

“Got more than just a hold. Look at the lioness’ stomach!” 

“I actually like the sorta pudgy look!” another said, reaching out and giving Kike a firm unwanted smack on the ass while he was passed by. 

“Forget the stomach, what about that smell?” 

“Jeez that cat reeks!” 

Kike stepped up to the tarvern-keeper that passed him a key to the bath. “It’s on the house, runt. I think you’ve finally learned your place. Now hurry up and get cleaned, you’re stinking up the place and leaking onto my floor!” Taking the key and passing by all that were still laughing and insulting him, commenting on his filth coated body, his cum filled stomach, and the gnarly smell that was clinging to him... 

He got himself access to the bath to clean himself up. He would have given up after what happened to him but all of those insults from everyone else had him right back in his previous mindset. After what he had been through he couldn’t give up. The wolf getting the better of him was just more fuel for all of the bullying he was already given. What he needed was to somehow triumph and prove everyone wrong. But he knew that he couldn’t do that in the same way he had before. Luckily he had a hypothetical method that could do the trick... 

Lately the lion had been dabbling in potion making. But his skills weren’t all that developed. The potions he made were good for ordinary things like helping with grooming. The most advanced thing he managed to do was change the color of his fur but only temporarily. Even though he hadn’t ever done so before, perhaps he could make a potion that could change his body if he followed the instructions. 

For a whole hour and a half, Kike carefully acted out the listed steps in a book of potions when he was back home, all with the hopes of it changing his body so he would have a better chance of  handling the huge feral wolf. He couldn’t brute force against the beast or catch him in a trap so what if managed to simply win the wolf over on friendly terms. As long as he had the beast on his side then people wouldn’t make fun of him anymore. At least not to his face. Once he was certain that the potion was completely, following all the steps listed to a tee, Kike was swirling the liquid around in the flask, making sure it was properly mixed before he brought it to his lips and began to drink it. 

The taste was harsh but not as much as the wolf’s cum so he managed to handle it going down his throat, feeling it fizzing in his stomach. And rather quickly that fizzing sensation was spreading to the rest of him, becoming a tingling that became much more pronounced between his legs. Groaning and feeling his legs becoming weak, Kike fell back onto his bed and managed to get his pants off, watching with surprise to see that his cock and balls were both shrinking. It looked like they were sinking into themselves until his crotch was left null. But then from the middle of his featureless crotch came the forming of a vent with pink soft lips where the phallus and balls used to be. As it was happening, Kike was groaning from the waves and light shocks he was feeling between his legs, still watching as the male genitals he had before had become full fledged female genitalia. 

Once the process was done he touched it and jumped from the way that it felt, rubbing the outside, and teasing it with his fingers the way he would if he was trying to play with his ass. But he didn’t need lube as his new sex was getting wet all on its own. Letting out small groans he felt the pleasure building from the pleasure spreading and increasing as more fingers found their way in and started to feel around. While doing this Kike started to think of the wolf. Maybe it was because of his change of groin but the lion started to feel differently when thinking of the feral wolf’s massive knotted cock and recalling the smell that had been washed off. 

With those kinds of thoughts in mind, Kike was pumping his fingers in and out faster, letting out moans from the unexpectedly strong waves of pleasure that raced through his whole body, becoming all the more intense until he couldn’t handle anymore. He cried out and shook while squirting his juices for the very first time, left breathing heavily from the rush and what lingered in his head were the new kinds of thoughts he had towards the wolf but also a strange newfound determination that he could make this work…