She heard it before she saw it, a low rumbling growl of
a sound. The eyes followed, picked out by the lantern's light, cold and flinty
in the surrounding darkness of the closet. A silver grey muzzle poked its way
out of the blackness, low to the ground. Either the fur was on its hands and
knees, or this wasn't a fur. The thought made her shudder with fear.
The muzzle lifted, eyes above it narrowing slightly as the creature smelled the
air, taking in the room's scents. A dark tongue flicked out over the muzzle,
draping wetly over the fat black nose there and then retreating. Another low,
guttural growl followed, this one more inquisitive than the last.
Jimmy and Mason remained where they were, high excitement wrestling with doubt
in their eyes as they stared at the barely outlined form in the doorway. They
were back as far as they could get in the small cabin, pressed against the far
wall, Jimmy still mostly hidden behind Mason and peeking out from under one of
his well muscled arms. She whimpered softly, then looked back at the door, her
young body trapped between them and whatever it was in there.
"Oh please, please untie me..." she whispered urgently, not even
crying now. The fear tingling through her body had taken care of that. She was
shaking, trying to make herself smaller up there on the big table, but finding
even that was impossible. It felt as if she were in a spotlight.
The muzzle of whatever it was in the closet raised at the sound of her voice,
disappearing into the darkness as the creature gave a soft chuffing sound in
response. She watched, eyes wide with terror, as the shape resolved itself --
stepping forward into the light.
It was a wolf. A male wolf. A very large male wolf. She didn't know much about
wolves in general, but this one had to be larger than average. It was splendid
looking, and as it moved toward her with graceful steps, she found herself
staring in wonder. The fear was still there, curling in her stomach, but she
couldn't keep herself from roaming her eyes over the creature.
His fur was a sleek, lustrous grey in hue; very similar to Mason's in fact. It
rippled smoothly over sleek muscles as he moved. That the wolf was a he wasn't
something to be questioned -- the large sheath, already filling out, and the
softly furred balls swaying between his back legs swept the idea of anything
else cleanly from her mind.
"Meet Jake..." said Mason in a voice barely above a whisper. Jake's
velvety soft looking ears swiveled in Mason's direction, followed by his head,
black lips curling ferally to reveal sharp fangs as a growl emanated from his
throat.
Mason held out a placating paw to the feral wolf, backing up until he had pushed
the fox hiding behind him right up against the back wall. "It's okay, boy,
s'alright. There she is, all fer you." Jimmy made a soft squeak of a noise
as his hidden position behind Mason was very rapidly made uncomfortable. He
didn't, however, make any attempt to move.
The wolf's lips lowered over his teeth. He remained where he was for a moment,
staring down Mason and Jimmy with his cold eyes. Jimmy made that strange little
yip of a noise again and hid his face. Satisfied, the wolf turned back and took
another step toward the table. His sheath bulged, dark pinkness hinting at the
opening as his gaze fixed on her. She cringed, bursting into tears as the
reality of her situation crashed over her. "NO! Are you kidding me?! NO! I
won't! NO!!"
Jake's black lips rippled back again as he stopped and lowered his head at her
outburst, hackles raising. He growled, then resumed his slow steps toward her,
fangs glistening with saliva and legs stiffened. All she could do was whimper,
tied on all fours to a table that now somehow resembled more of a stage, feeling
utterly naked and vulnerable.
A soft breeze ruffled her delicate white fur, tickling coldly between her legs
and over her back, enhancing the sensation of defenselessness. She moaned softly
and ducked her head, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as Jake closed in on her,
cock slipping from his sheath and hardening to its full length.