This choice: stares right at you and then reaches out to grab you. • Go Back...Chapter #3No Escape by: Unknown Before you could even react, Cato squeezes you in his grasp and yanks you out of the bushes, unaware that the creature he just caught was you.
"Damn rodents, I told Alexios to take care of—"
Before he could even finish, his eyes are brought to his catch. His jaw dropped as he soon realized that the animal in his clutches was no rodent, but in fact you, Marco. You simply stare at him with eyes widened, paralyzed by fear and by the monolithic predator's grasp.
"Edapo!" He shouted before dropping you onto the ground belong.
You hit the ground leg first, but the height at this size was not insignificant. "AHHHGG" You yelled out in pain as you land directly on your knee.
You curled your leg to your chest from the sudden and extreme pain distracting you from your current situation. Cato kneels to one leg, hovering over you. Your eyes dart from him and back to your injury, as you wonder what you should do. The look in his eyes is not apologetic, but his eyebrows crease with some concern. He hovered his hand towards you, so you crawl backwards. The sudden shift in events in the last several minutes barely gave you the luxury of a breather or even being able to process what just happened; only that you lied on the ground in pain while this cold giant canine's hand loomed over you. And so you panicked and screamed out, "G-G-GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
You flailed and swiped your arms at the hand above to no avail, as it swiftly slid under you and cupped you in it's palm, then rapidly brought you to Cato's eye level. The acceleration at your size made gravity push you further into his palm, earning a whimper from you as you closed your eyes tightly. When you opened them, you were face to face with the giant wolf as his eyes analyzed you pensively. His nose gave you a quick sniff, as if trying to confirm that you were indeed Marco. You were terrified, you couldn't even bring yourself to make eye contact as you looked down in submission.
"Marco... Why are you..." Cato stared before he trailed off before he poked you with a clawed finger, moving you slightly, but enough to feel it in your knee.
"AH- OW ow ow..." You exasperated while you shuddered a few rapid and shallow breaths.
"You're injured..." He said, though it sounded more like a fact he observed than something he was worried about.
He drew his other hand closer to inspect you, but you simply crawled back in fear yet again. You stopped as you took a glance behind, only to find another likely fatal fall awaiting you.
"Marco, let me see it" he asked in a hushed tone.
You wiped the sweat for your forehead, as you still couldn't make eye contact with this behemoth. You shook your head in response, denying him permission to potentially injure you any further.
"Marco... you're injured, let me see it." He repeated, in a slight growl this time.
"N-No..." you responded as you scratched your hair with your shaking hand. You couldn't get a hold of you breathing as your breaths became even more shallow and rapid, your face beet red in fear.
"MARCO," He shouted quietly, "Look at me."
You almost jumped if it weren't for your leg anchoring you to his palm. Your breath quivered as you slowly looked up to face him. His exposed gum and fangs accompanied his voice, as it was in a low but distinguishable growl. His eyes dilated and were focused directly on you. All this anger, at the fact that a being that could fit in his palm, a being no bigger than the smallest of rodents, a being he could kill just as easily kill as any other rodent, refused his command. You only shivered in response. "LET. ME. SEE. IT." He commanded a final time.
You complied immediately, slowly bringing your hands away from the burning in your knee. As blood poured down your leg, you could tell it got scraped the hell out of. However, how bad the actual injury might be was still up in the air. Cato's snout drew closer as he examined it more closely as he sniffed it a few times. You turned and leaned your head as far back as you could, just doing anything to get as far away from him as you could without getting killed. Finally, he pulled away.
"Hmm... It would be quite unfortunate if that were to get infected." He stated.
You then watched as he looked below his waist and retrieved a canister out of his toga. He uncapped it before taking a huge swig of the liquid inside, swishing it inside and around his mouth, gurgling it, then finally swallowing. The lump that bulged out of his throat as it traveled downward looked like it could've been three times your size. Yet, the muscles in his esophagus effortlessly forced it down into his awaiting belly below. You shuddered and recoiled in response. He exhaled a content sigh, then brought his attention back to you. You picked up the unmistakably smell of alcohol, and a whole lot of it by how strong it was. Suddenly, you were pulled back into his field of view as his muzzle fully encompassed yours, which earned a high pitch yelp from you; a yelp that likely sounded closer to a squeak for Cato. He eyed you down, then his tongue exited his gargantuan mouth before the pink serpent enveloped you from head to toe. You screamed as you thought the wold intended to swallow you whole as effortlessly as his beverage. The scrapes on your bloodied knee began to sting like crazy, and then you felt in excess of liquid to watery to be saliva pour into you. By the smell and how it stung, you knew it was alcohol. He left just enough in his mouth to clean you with using his tongue. He inserted your injured leg into his maw and slurped on your knee like a soft noodle, though not pulling you in completely. You could only react by whimpering yet again; equal parts weirded out and equal parts terrified. Then your leg was released from the suction of the canine's lips, as he placed your saliva covered body onto his furred palm before placing you on a nearby ledge. He licked his lips, then in and around his maw. It was then that you noticed the blood on your leg had been completely cleaned off; hopefully disinfected properly as well, though you wouldn't be surprised if not. Cato savored the taste of the last little bit of your blood in his saliva before swallowing.
"W-Wha... What the hell..." Which was the only thing you could muster as you crinkled your nose in disgust.
Cato's muzzle chinned up as he pumped his chest out and rubbed his hands together. "Not bad, not bad at all..." He remarked followed by letting out a short chuckled. "Quite delicious in fact... You're quite a delicacy, if I do say so my self..." He said soft spoken; contradicted by his predatory gaze as he licked his lips again, burping satisfactorily as he rubbed the stomach area of his large muscle gut.
Seeing this however only made your face go pale and for you to let out a gag in disgust. Cato then clasped his hands together and smiled contently. "Now, Marco. May I ask how you came to become so small?" He asked and then gestured politely.
The bi-polar nature of this wolf; the way he goes from utterly threatening, to fetishistically homicidal, to completely calm and kind sickened you to your own stomach. This wolf, he was much more terrifying and dangerous than you initially thought. Cato still looks down at you and smiles at you gratefully, something you had never seen him do. The way he smiles makes it seem as though you just gave a blowjob or some kind a sexual satisfaction. As he patiently awaits your response, you decide the best course of action would be to....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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