Anon x Timberwolf what am i doing


                                            >Pain emanates from your broken ankle, feeling like someone is taking a red-hot hammer to it in time with your heart beats.

                                            >It hurts more than anything you've ever felt in your life, and you're barely keeping your lunch down from now sick it's making you feel.

                                            >They won; the Timberwolves caught you.

                                            >They're damn smarter than you thought they'd be, scaring you into a trap.

                                            >What did your dad call it? A "pincer maneuver"?

                                            >A couple of them spooked you and chased you into the woods - right where another group was waiting for you.

                                            >Your foot got caught in some roots, and you thought you felt your heart stop when you heard that loud SNAP coming from your ankle.

                                            >You can see their glowing eyes long before you can make out their twisted, plant-like bodies from the trees surrounding them.

                                            >One of them, bigger than the rest, approaches you from the front.

                                            >It's mouth is open in a snarl and a milky, yellowish fluid drips from in between its sharp teeth like drool.

                                            >You hope that they'll make it quick, but every book you've read about Timberwolves makes it clear that they're beasts of cruelty.

                                            >You'll live for another few days, at least.

                                            >Noises of wood creaking and vines snapping get louder as the monster moves closer, as if nature itself is suffering from taking the form of a Timberwolf.

                                            >It's eyes falter from your own and glance down at your wounded ankle; is that where it's going to start its meal? Or is it going to leave you with your handicap so that you can't run away?

                                            >The beast approaches you leg and sniffs at your red, swollen wound - already the break is swelling up to the size of a tennis ball.

                                            >A surprisingly meaty tongue snakes out of its muzzle and it...

                                            >It....!

                                            >...it licks your skin and begins to whimper.

                                            >What?

                                            >As if on cue, the wolves surrounding you close in and start sniffing you, giving your exposed skin long licks with their broad tongues.

                                            >The books you read never mentioned this behaviour.

                                            >Are they tasting you?

                                            >Have they accepted you as one of their own?

                                            >One Timberwolf shoves its snout under your arm from behind - just like your old dog used to do when he wanted attention.

                                            >Acting on a whim, you slowly and carefully reach out with the hand not attached to the arm the Timberwolf is under.

                                            >You lay it on its head, and the Timberwolf gives a doggy groan/whimper of appreciation.

                                            >What the fuck is going on?!

                                            >The Timberwolf at your leg stops licking your ankle and turns around a full 180 degrees.

                                            >It lifts its leafy, vine-like tail and WOAH boy hello there

                                            >SHE.

                                            >SHE lifts HER leafy, vine-like tail and fucking PRESENTS to you.

                                            >A literal flower blooms before you, leaves and pedals spreading and framing an honest-to-god vagina.

                                            >A green vagina with what looks like rings of vines lining the inner wall; sure, but that there is a vagina.

                                            >The Timberwolf backs up until she's at about crotch-level with you and turns her head back to stare at you.

                                            >She bumps her crotch against your pants-covered own.

                                            >For fuck's sake, really?

                                            >You didn't ask for this.