The Dire Wolf's tongue wriggles around beneath you, shaky, slimy and slippery enough to knock you head over heel back onto its slobbery surface even as you try to stand straight. This all changes when the wolf coughs and-
"Hurrrrrk!"
You tumble between the pointy teeth in a big glob of saliva, crashing onto hard ground. Wet. Dazed and confused. Pain. You're not having a good time as you roll over, leaving trails of the moist maw you've just been spat out of.
Your little plight is only made worse when the wolf swings their tail around, grinning a savage, toothy grin between their legs as they present a view you cannot refuse. A not-so-little rosebud of an anus lies at the center of muscular strength covered by many colosseums worth of dirty fur. The shaggy tail swinging over it swishes non-stop as the big dog lets you take it all in, toying with their little prize before going in for the kill.
You're under the wolf's ass.
On top of all this filthy fur lies unwashed blood, brown spots of unknown origin, specks of what appear to be bone, and worst of all...
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