He points to the ground in front of him.
From Create Your Own Story
You follow his command wordlessly, without even thinking of questioning him. You approach your new lupine master and kneel before him, waiting obediently for your next command. His monstrous canine cock stands a mere foot away from your nose, but you continue to stare into those perfect, perplexing eyes.
Then, his next command. "Down." Once again, while he didn't speak above a whisper, his voice projects, and rumbles clearly through the entire theater. Every bone in your body knows to comply. Your will never entered the conversation. You lay prone on the ground before him, back to the cold ground. Your small cock stands to full attention, visibly throbbing.
"You have nothing to offer me, rat." Without warning, he steps on your face. Thank god, it's nowhere near his full weight- you'd probably pass out with a bloody nose if he did- but it's still plenty to grind your cheek into the cold floor. You wince, feeling your nose press into his dark pawpad, but your cock throbs even more distinctly, as if you're about to cum without any contact at all. "And yet..." The wolf trails off, and seems to think for himself. You have no idea how long he pauses; staring into his eyes, you have no concept of time whatsoever. "Even though you are nothing... and believe me, boy, you are nothing... I still find myself interested in your pathetic being. Lick."
You do as he orders. You worship every inch of his pads, his claws, up through his ankles and calves, running your tongue through every inch of his glorious being. Eventually, he steps back, but immediately forces his other hindpaw down on your muzzle, forcing your cheek against the floor with renewed force.
Your mouth parts and you let out a soft, surprised gasp into his pad. A vicious shudder runs through your body, and your heartbeat accelerates faster than anything else you've experienced. You climax without touching your cock once. Streaks of cum dirty your chest, crotch, and a few spurts even reach the paw pressed against your muzzle. After a smoldering look from your master, you lick and clean every drop of your own essence from his paw.
Then, finally, he steps off, releasing your muzzle from its imprisonment under his weight. You pant heavily, chest still heaving from the force of your orgasm.
"Surprisingly adequate, boy," the wolf growls, letting his gaze idly drift over you. "You'll make a good whore. But, of course...I'll go first."
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Mouse | |
