A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Warning: Contains soft vore, and some violence.
Wind blowing through the trees. Birds singing, and crickets chirping as the sun started to set. It was a normal forest, nothing much to it. Everything started to scatter, however, as a young man made his way through the overgrowth. He was carrying a backpack, and looked prepared for survival. A belt lined his waist, complete with essential utilities such as a hunting knife, flashlight, and lighter. A survival vest was strapped onto his chest, and on the left side there was a name sewed in, "James".
James had gone into the forest in order to test himself. He wanted to see how long he could survive in the wilderness. He had brought supplies with him, including food, water and a first-aid kit. He did not plan on staying too long. It was more of a camping trip, if anything; he wasn't actually pushing himself to the limits. He wanted to see the forest, and enjoy it without many conveniences; to him, that was relaxing.
As he walked through the forest, he noticed something peculiar on the ground that caught his eye. He kneeled down, and upon closer look, he saw that they were huge footprints, looking like they belonged to some kind of very large dog, larger than anything he had ever seen. James did not know what to make of this, but decided to follow the tracks to see where they lead. It might have seemed like a bad idea, but he thought he would be alright.
As he followed the tracks, he came across an area that looked like there had been some kind of fight. Broken branches lied everywhere, and there was blood covering the area. From the looks of it, both participants made it out alive, judging by both sets of tracks departing the location. The second set of tracks looked like it was made by a person wearing large boots, and it did not carry any blood back with it. The first track, however, did. The scenery scared him, but he decided to press on, too curious to let his fear get the better of him. The trail of blood and foot prints continued further into the forest, with the blood trail getting larger as it went.
He had followed the trial for a good while before he started to hear something else. Whimpering. Carefully, he took his steps further, and peered into a clearing that the footprints lead to.
There, in the middle of the clearing next to a log, was an extremely large wolf. It was gigantic, about two, three times larger than a normal wolf, and its right leg was cut, bleeding immensely. Blood pooled around it, and whoever dealt the injury must have hit a vital artery. The wolf would most likely bleed to death without some kind of help. It did not see James, and he wondered if he should turn back, or help the beast. He did not want to die, and it looked like it could very easily kill him if he exposed himself. On the other hand, he couldn't just leave it in its current state.
Unable to help himself, he stepped forward, and the wolf saw him, turning its gaze towards him. It didn't look at him with hate. The look in its eyes was more of fear. It didn't want to die. It looked at James in a curious way, as if it didn't know what to make of him. Was he there to help, or was he there, like the person before, to kill it? Its eyes signaled intelligence, and it decided to let the human do as it pleased. It could not fight back, not in its current state, and the human was its only chance of survival. Accepting whatever its fate might be, it closed its eyes, submitting to his will. Its submission confused James, but also helped to relax him. Slowly but steadily, he walked over to the huge wolf, and knelt down, inspecting the wound. It was serious. The wound went deep, and cut an artery in its path. The wolf would bleed to death if he did not do something now. The wolf opened its eyes and watched him as he took off his backpack and rummaged around. He pulled out his first-aid kit, and laid it on the ground, and opened it. He examined the wound, and tried to remember his first-aid training. James was not entirely sure how well it would work on a large wolf, but he decided to try it anyway. He examined the wound, and took some disinfectant and a large roll of bandage out of the kit. He poured some of the disinfectant onto a gauze, and, after making a silent prayer to himself that it would not maul him after it felt the pain that this would cause, rubbed it over the wound. The wolf cringed, but did not fight back, which relieved him. Next, he took the bandage, and wrapped it thick and tight over the cut. He fastened it into place, trying not to make it too tight, as he didn't want to make it lose a leg. Blood started to stain the bandage, but slowed, and the wolf could feel the blood loss beginning to halt. Relieved, James sat down, hoping that the wolf would not take advantage of him. The wolf tried to stand up, still faint from lack of blood, but couldn't, and laid itself back down, deciding to rest. It trusted the human not to hurt it. After all, it had just saved its life. It turned its head towards him, and slightly opened its mouth.
"Thank you... whoever you are."
James was startled as it spoke to him, strong and feminine.
"You can talk?"
The wolf looked at him, and slowly nodded.
"I can, yes. You didn't have to do this, but... thank you."
James kneeled next to the wolf's head and looked into her eyes.
"I couldn't just let you die. After seeing you like that, I had to do something. I hope you won't hurt me."
The wolf looked at him, her face starting to grow with sadness, and it laid its head back down.
"No. I would never hurt you. You haven't done anything wrong. If anything, you just saved my life."
James felt a little guilty. The wolf never even showed any signs of hurting him, even when he was a complete stranger, and he just said that he believed she would hurt him.
"I'm sorry. It's just... you're very big. And wolves are known for being ferocious."
The wolf looked into his eyes.
"Not our kind."
James look at her, confused.
She laid her head on the ground again, and prepared to speak.
"We're not ordinary wolves. We're smarter, kinder... bigger. Me, nor any of my other kind, are the wolves that you would expect to attack."
James stroked the fur on her neck, and she closed her eyes.
"So, how did you get injured?"
"Another human.", she replied. "When I was walking through the forest, he jumped at me, holding a very large knife. I dodged his first blow, and we fought. He was a capable fighter, despite his smaller size, and I had the disadvantage of trying not to actively kill him. We traded blows, and he eventually fled, but not after leaving a large cut on my left foreleg. I did not think it so serious at first, and continued onwards, but after some time, the blood loss got the better of me, and that led me to where I am now." She looked into his eyes, making a connection.
"You... you just saved my life."
James looked back into hers. They were beautiful yellow eyes, filled with kindness.
"I know. I should probably get going now."
He stood up, and started to leave.
He turned back, and saw her looking at him, fear filling her eyes.
"Don't leave me, please."
James slowly walked back over to her.
"Wouldn't you rather have me leave? I mean, another human was responsible for this."
She shook her head. "No. Please don't go. You're different from him. You cared. I need you. What if my leg gets worse? And how will I survive if I can't even walk?"
He kneeled down next to her, and felt a tinge of guilt.
"I'm... sorry. I thought you didn't want me to stay."
She looked at him. "But you're the nicest person I've met. You gave me help when I needed it the most. You cared about me when the last person I met tried to murder me. I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay. I need you to stay. Don't say I don't want you around. Because I do."
James looked at her.
"You mean it?"
She nodded. Tears ran down his face, and he hugged the large wolf. She hugged him back, wrapping her large paws around him. Her compassion made him blush.
"I won't leave you, then. I promise."
She blushed as well.
"There... is one thing I want to ask of you though."
"What is it?", he asked.
"Well...", she said. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I am... hungry. I need something to eat."
"Like what? I can get you something, since you can't hunt with your leg in such shape."
"It's not that...", she said. "This is not as bad as it sounds, and don't take it the wrong way, but I would like to eat... you."
"Me?", he said, a bit shocked.
"I won't hurt you. And I know you've already done one favor for me. But, please. I can only eat live food, and I doubt you're going to be able to bring me a deer or something."
He looked at her, confused.
"You won't hurt me? But you said you wanted to eat me."
She shook her head. "It's a bit complicated. But you will survive the entire process, I assure you. I'll pay you back in any way I can.
He kneeled closer to her, and looked her in the eyes.
"You're absolutely sure about this?"
She nodded. "I've done this many times before. You will be fine."
James looked towards the ground for a while, thinking about his decision, then looked back at her.
"All right. I hope you're telling the truth."
"I am, trust me.", she assured. She tried to stand up again, with a bit more success, and stood at her full height. She was much, much larger than him. And if she was planning on keeping him alive, she was probably going to swallow him whole. He didn't even know that was possible, but she was very big. She brought herself over to him, walking slowly due to her injured leg, and raised her head above him, looking down at the boy. She opened her mouth as carefully as she could, filled with flesh and teeth, and lowered it onto him. He could feel her warm breath as it moved back and forth from the throat that he was about to be taken into. She bit down gently around his shoulders, enough to hold him in place, and started to move down to his waist. The mouth of the wolf was very dim, and he could make out the teeth surrounding him, looking even more formidable than from the outside. Slowly, he lifted her head up, and started to swallow. He felt himself being squeezed into her throat, the muscles of her body pulling him inside, and he almost struggled before he remembered why he was doing this. His feet were pulled into her mouth, and she closed her jaws, leaving a bulge moving down her neck as the only outside sight of the human she was swallowing whole. It soon disappeared, and James felt himself being squeezed into a chamber. He was pushed inside, and stuffed into the stomach, with the entrance he had came through sealed shut behind him.
It was dark and damp. It didn't exactly smell very good, either. And he was still not sure if this was entirely safe yet. But James felt himself relax in the stomach of the wolf he had just saved, as she started to lay down again.
"I will repay you for all the kindness you have shown me.", she assured. "You've done me so many favors in one day. I don't know how I can ever pay back my debt. But I will."
"You don't need to.", James said. "I don't usually get anything in return."
"No.", she said. "I will. You didn't have to save my life. You didn't have to stay with me. You didn't have to let me eat you. But you did all of these things. I never forced you to do them. If you could do so much for me without expecting anything in return, I will make sure it is worth it in the end."
He looked down, feeling guilty, but not entirely sure why.
"I don't feel like I should be paid back."
"Why?", she said, confused. "I've never met anyone who's been so kind to me. You've helped me out more than anyone else I've met in my entire life."
"I... I don't know.", he said. "I was just doing what was right. That's all."
"But many people wouldn't do what was right.", she explained. "They would either be too afraid, or decide it wasn't worth the time, or that someone else would take care of it. Even worse, they might have actually had hatred for me, and possibly even killed me, like the man who attacked me surely would have. But you... you helped me when no one else did. You saved my life. And you didn't just stop there. You gave me company, and even let me eat you. I know it might not seem like something special. But what you've just done... it means a lot to me."
James felt a bit better after she had said that. She was right. Most people wouldn't have helped her. But even when he was afraid, he did. Maybe he did deserve to be repaid for this after all.
"You make a good point.", he said. "But, to be honest, I'm not even sure how you will repay me."
"Well, for starters," she said affectionately, "how about being your friend? I could use the company, and by the sound of it, you could too."
James smiled. "Sure. I have to say, you're the first... 'person' I have met to show me such kindness. If you could keep at it... that would mean a lot."
The wolf lied on her side, and he could feel the stomach shift around him as he adjusted himself to the new change in direction.
"Thanks.", she said. "For now, I could use some rest. It's going to take a while for my leg to fully recover. At least I have you to fill my belly while I wait."
He laughed. "You're welcome."
She smiled to herself as she looked at the small bulge that was the boy.
"Well... sleep tight. I hope it's comfortable enough in there."
"It's a bit wet.", he commented. "But I think it'll be fine."
She straightened herself out a bit, and laid her head on the ground.
"Sweet dreams... little guy."