He woke up in a well lit white cell. It could only be called a cell, as there was only one door and no windows. The walls were covered in stuffed padding and there was a loft covered in the same material. The one doing the observing was a wolf with mostly gray fur that looked to be in his twenties. He shook his head for his thoughts were all muddled. The wolf couldn't remember how or why he was here. He could remember his name, Wolf O'Donnell leader of the Starwolf mercenaries. Wolf O'Donnell checked his person, he still had his flight suit and boots but that was it. He didn't have his blaster or any other equipment, not even a radio communicator. The mercenary took in the situation; he was in an unknown location, in the captivity of an unknown enemy. Wolf was going to get out of here and he was going to get some answers. But now what should he do first?

A. Kick the door down and get the hell out of here -0
B. Stand around and wait, somebody better give you some answers -0
C. Prepare to ambush whoever is going to enter -1
D. Search the room and then try to leave it -0

	Wolf decided he was going to beat the answers out of whoever threw him in here. He examined the door and it appeared that it opened by turning into the room.  
The wolf crouched down positioning himself on the side of the entry way so that he could leapt at his captor and not have the door slam into his face. Wolf O'Donnell waited there, his ears flickering to catch any sound of his captor entering the room.
	After a while Wolf heard the door opening and charged at whoever was going to come into the room. In a split second Wolf saw that what he was going to pounce on wasn't normal in the least. It had a humanoid shape but that was all that was normal about it, there were virtually no defining features on it, a blank slate almost like a living statue. However the thing turned and Wolf saw on its head where its face should be, a question mark instead. 
	It was then that Wolf suddenly stopped in mid-air as if he had slammed into some invisible wall. He then was stuck there, unable to move and as he tried to curse found he was unable to speak as well. The thing had outstretched its arm and Wolf floated there, even more of a prisoner than he was before. Whatever it was it also floated in the air as well. The humanoid levitated Wolf O'Donnell, captain of the Starwolf mercenaries out of the room and into a hall with the same design scheme as the cell. Wolf was outraged at this treatment but little did he know that worse things were in store for him.
	He was moved through various hallways and try as he might, Wolf eventually wasn't able to remember the path that they took. Eventually Wolf and the thing entered a room with nothing inside it but a single flat slab in the middle. That thing moved Wolf flat on his back in the air just above the slab. Then with a twist of the thing's hand, Wolf felt rather than saw all of his clothes, everything down to his underwear, shoes and eye patch rip to miniscule particles. Now if Wolf wasn't pissed off before, he was livid with rage now. Those clothes cost credits, a good number of credits too. The mercenary felt himself being lowered onto the slab but he still couldn't move or make a sound. The thing with the question mark on its face left the room leaving Wolf alone in the chamber.
	Just then spotlights appearing from nowhere shone their light on the prone form of Wolf. The pilot began to struggle 'what the fuck is this?' were his thoughts. A noise came near Wolf's head and he shifted his eyes and he saw a giant ring-like structure approaching him. Its inside glowed with a pale green light and soon it crossed over Wolf's body passed over Wolf's scarred eyelid, chiseled body, loins, and tail. It repeated its passes over Wolf's body several times and Wolf's hair stood on end. Though he couldn't feel anything from the light passing over him, it did give the pilot a weird feeling. Then he saw from his limited field of vision for he could not turn his head, something coming down from above. It was some sort of mechanical arm with seamless construction. The arm lowered down near his lower body and lightly sprayed some sort of fluid on his groin. Wolf mentally wrenched his motionless body but he still could not move. Whatever had been sprayed on his cock, it did the job of making it stiff and vertical in the air. Another ring, smaller this time came down onto his rod, doing whatever those strange rings did. 
	Then Wolf found he could move again but that realization was driven out of his mind when the slab under him suddenly disappeared. What was left was a giant hole that he fell through and tumbled down through several tubes until he landed on what he presumed to be a floor. "What the heck is up with this?" Wolf said and then looked around him. There were four corridors leading out of this room, not counting the now sealed up hole he fell through. One had a really nasty smell entering Wolf's nose, another had the scent of plant life and dirt. There was a corridor with another nasty smell though this particular scent identified it as a natural stink compared to the first path's artificial scent. The last path worried him for there was no scent he could smell which was odd. It seemed like he had no choice but to pick a path but which one?

A. Pick the nasty artificial smelling corridor-0 
B. Try the plants and dirt-0
C. Go all natural stink!-1
D. Risk the scentless path-0

	Wolf decided to risk it on the path that had the natural stench. After all it just might be an exit. He walked down the corridor for what seemed to be several minutes. Then he spotted at the end of the hall a square of light growing larger. It was a way out and Wolf ran through it.
	He found himself now in a swamp to his surprise. Wolf O'Donnell looked behind him not believing that the corridor could lead to this place and found that the doorway he entered through had disappeared. Still the fact of the matter was that Wolf had gotten out of whatever trap that thing had set him up for. Now he had to find where in the galaxy was he and if there was any way to get back to civilization. Wolf looked up into the sky to try to navigate by the sun. However there wasn't any sun that he could see. It worried him because there was light that he could see by but no visible light source. 
	The mercenary decided to just go in a random direction to make sure he wasn't being tracked. He made slow progress due to heavy mud and muck on the ground. Wolf kept walking through the swamp until he reached a small clearing. Now Wolf was still naked, his clothes being disintegrated by the weird humanoid from earlier. The mud that was kicked up from walking stuck to his skin. 
	He took a step into the clearing and stumbled forward. Under his foot the ground under the mud suddenly dropped away. He fell face first into the muck and cursed. Wolf tried to lift himself out of the mud but encountered resistance. If he wasn't imagining things it seemed like the mud was pulling him down. As Wolf thrashed wildly to break free, this thought went from a fantasy to a reality. The mud really was trying to pull him under!
	Wolf O'Donnell's struggles grew frenzied as he tried to escape this death trap. The mud was oozing its way up his body, what was worse was that the muck didn't feel like what he thought mud did. This muck was smooth and silky and the touch on his cock sent shivers up his spine. The mud had covered him up to his mouth and to Wolf's horror seemed to have a mind of its own. Why? The blasted mixture was now flowing into his ass, sending disturbing feelings as the mud flowed past his crack filling up his entire colon. It made his belly feel uncomfortably full and some of the silky mud rubbed against his prostate sending horrible slices of pleasure to the nerves. More mud went past his lips invading his mouth and despite what Wolf wanted he could taste the mud and instead of whatever he thought mud would taste like it wasn't that. The mud had a salty flavor and it made Wolf sick. He had a feeling how the mud got its salty flavor, for the mud began to flow around his hardening cock and could feel his balls churning. The swirling, whipping, and twisting mud around his manhood drove Wolf nuts. He spat as best as he could, he wasn't going to let no mud rape him, Captain of Starwolf Mercenaries and ace pilot. His body betrayed him however, the sensations going through his ass and around his cock drove him over the edge. He could feel his seed flow right out of him and get mixed into the mud. Even worse the mud didn't stop its assault and kept intruding into Wolf and violating him. He came and came with the mud solidifying to hold him in place while he rested. Wolf was a prisoner of the mud, having the seed swirled out of him to be mixed back into the muck and stuffed into his mouth and ass. And to Wolf for what to him was several horrifying hours, he began to struggle less and began to think maybe this wasn't so bad. The pleasure didn't seem to end; there wasn't anything he could do to the mud so why not stay forever. But then he remembered that thing's face and the casual apathy as it took him hostage, stripped him, and submitted him to some weird scan. Maybe it was around here watching him, laughing or even getting off of this. Damned if he was going to stay here and be a show for that bastard. 
	Then he noticed that the mud didn’t harden as much now. It could be that his cum mixing with the muck had weakened the structure. Now was the time to make his escape. Wolf tensed and then thrashed again towards the open air. The mud resisted him but didn't have the strength to hold him back down. Wolf broke free and grabbed onto a branch that was hanging down. He pulled himself off of the remaining mud and fled that clearing as fast as his legs could take him. After several minutes of running he stopped panting heavily. He took a check up of himself. There weren't any serious injuries that he could see, yet his ass and mouth were leaking mud, muck was still stuck to parts of his fur, and his cock, his poor played with cock was while not hard not at the same time totally flaccid. He needed to wash off the gunk, mental and physical but what should he use? Wolf looked around him and spotted several promising options.

A-It seems like this giant plant has some water inside it. -0
B-Strange, another plant has a lot of dew on it for some reason. -0
C-Maybe you should wipe the mud off some leaves, that plant looks perfect with two leaves at an angle. -0
D-On the other hand there's a pool of water near where you are maybe you should clean up there. -0
E-Then again you are heavily dirtied maybe you should go bathe further in the pool. -1

	Wolf decided that all that mud sticking to him needed a good clean hard soak to wash out. He stepped into the pond and the mud already started washing out of his fur. The ace pilot swam even deeper into the pond. It wasn't really surprising that Wolf could swim. When one becomes a pilot and a mercenary, one is aware that he could be stranded a long way away from civilization or his ship. Survival skills were a must for anybody who wanted to survive in his line of work. When Wolf was in the very middle of the pond he began to float on his back. The mud on the outside of his body had mostly washed off and tough spots only had to be rubbed off. The muck in his ass slowly oozed out of him. The wolf was a little embarrassed but there was no one there to look. So he reached his big strong hands down on his buttocks and pulled them apart. The silky mud quickly flowed out of Wolf sending horribly pleasurable sensations up his spine. Wolf continued to swim around to clean himself off. Nearby were some plant life and Wolf decided to relax a bit and think about his next action. Lying upon the surface of the water he closed his eyes and didn't notice that slowly but unnoticeably he was being drawn to the plants. Eventually he was sucked into a sac on top of the water's surface. That woke him up but before he could struggle he was already trapped. The entire sac was like a giant bladder. Inside were Wolf and some water that was taken in at the same time as the pilot. Wolf bashed on the plant's walls trying to break out but to no avail. Even worse the plant noticed via the chemical imbalances caused by Wolf and his actions began to release a certain enzyme into the water. Wolf felt its effects immediately, now the water where ever it touched set his nerves aflame. It didn't hurt in fact the intensity was such that he became aroused again. Every nerve searing with tingling pleasure. The sac also began to churn sending even more enzyme filled water onto Wolf's head. It began to overwhelm him these sensations. He thrashed wildly for it was becoming too much and yet not enough to drive him over the edge of orgasm. Yet in the end his brain gave out first and he fainted from the sensual overload.
	When he finally woke up again Wolf found himself in another blasted crossroads. He looked up and all around but couldn't figure out how he got here. He sensed the four pathways and got some troubling information. One path he smelled dust and wood as from packing crates. Another path had the stench of paper and pencil. The third corridor he could smell nothing but felt a cold wind coming from it. Last the final path had a musty smell the same smell that comes from age. There wasn't anywhere else to go. 

A. Take the path of the dust and wood-0
B. Try to go where there is paper and pencil shavings-0
C. Follow the cold, maybe it leads outside-1
D. Go to the source of the musty smell-0
	Wolf traveled the path that had waves of cold blowing out. He kept walking until he entered an entire complex of chilly grey machinery. It wasn't just any machinery though. The mercenary was dumbstruck for the facility here seemed to be dedicated to making frozen dairy treats. Just what was the purpose of this, he knew not. Wolf O'Donnell walked through the giant vats of ice cream. He saw milk, cream and flavoring being stirred. Pressure gauges and other instruments in odd units were operating. In truth the wolf was starting to get hungry.
	An unknown amount of time had passed before he had taken care of bodily needs. There were batches of ice cream around for him to taste. However he didn't trust this place. Everything seemed to be a trap designed to abuse him erotically and perhaps this food was no exception as well. Yet Wolf's stomach growled and he would soon be forced to make a decision. What would that be?
A-Don't care, dig into the chocolate ice cream
B-Don't care, dig into the mint chocolate chip ice cream -2
C-It's a trap just walk away
D-It's a trap, not just the ice cream but the entire facility, trust nothing
   
	"Whatever" Wolf O'Donnell said, even if something would happen, at least he wouldn't have to face it on an empty stomach. The pilot walked over to one of the huge tubs of ice cream. There was a palette of flavors to choose from and their faint scents hovered and kissed the snout of the wolf.
	He thrust his paw into the frosty green speckled with black icecream. However as he did so the surface of this dairy treat rippled and came alive. It burst out of the vat that contained the previously inanimate ice cream and condensed. The mint chocolate chip ice cream mass became a large humanoid giant of ice cream and stood tall over Wolf. 
	"Damn" Wolf said, and turned to run. Normally he wouldn't have done so but here he was naked, weaponless, and hungry. He was three times outmatched. The ice cream giant on the other hand had other ideas. Before the pilot could make his getaway a big limb of dairy seized his leg and hoisted him upside down into the air. Wolf looked down and watched in horror as another limb arose from the ice cream monster's groin and it looked disturbingly familiar. He gulped, it seemed he was going to be put through his paces. What exactly was going to happen to him?

A. Ice cream cock up the ass
B. Suck on an ice cream cone, literally
C. Stuff that wolf both ways