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The Path	By : ThroneofSouls Category: +M through R > Path, The Views: 9458 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor are in any way affiliated to The Path or its developer. I make no profit whatsoever. This is a dark work of fiction for a dark game.

Chapter List
- 1-Carmen
- 2-Robin
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You know, it is surprisingly difficult to write porn using the vocabulary of a nine year old.

Specific warnings for this chapter include: Beast, Minor 1, DubCon, Knotting, Anal & Oral.

The Path

Robin

Robin was terrified.
She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as the wolf dragged her over the forest floor, deeper into the dark forest.
She'd never meant to wander so far! There had just been such pretty flowers along the edge of the path, and even prettier ones just a little further in... she'd kept the well-lit path within sight as she collected the gift for her grandmother, but she must have played longer than she'd meant to. The light had changed, the forest changing with it and when she headed back to where she was sure the path had been... it was gone.
She looked for it, of course, but it hadn't been long before she heard it... the growls. The leafs and sticks crackling under paws she couldn't see.
The wolf.
She'd run, screaming for help as something black and huge exploded out of the treeline like a ghost made real and chased her down. It had only taken seconds before it knocked her bodily to the earth, her red coat protecting everything but her hands.
She'd tried to scream again, but massive jaws had closed around her throat, shaking her as the monster - the wolf - growled.
She imagined it was talking to her. 'Be quiet!' the wolf said, grumpy because she'd gotten lost in his home. 'Be quiet, or I'll eat you!'
So, she was quiet. Or, she tried to be. She was a big girl now, but she couldn't quite stop all the noises that wanted to escape her - weak little things, like the kitten she'd wanted to rescue last week, but which Mama had said no to.
Her Mama had also said not to leave the path. How Robin wished that she'd listened!
Abruptly, the wolf dropped her. She scrambled to her feet, but her legs dropped out from under her at a vicious growl from behind. She turned, glimpsed the mossy stones sticking out of the ground all around her, and gulped back a sob of pure fear.
They were gravestones!
The wolf was gonna bury her!
Don't be silly, a voice that sounded like Scarlet said in her head. Wolves don't bury people.
But they bury bones. Ruby's voice chimed in, dour and unkind. Robin had bones inside her - she knew all about skeletons. Maybe the wolf would bite those out and bury them.
“Please don't bury me!” She cried, scurrying back against a headstone half her size, arms inching up to protect her face.
From here, the wolf looked even bigger. It loomed over her like a bear, all rough black fur except for down low, where something pointy and as red as her coat jutted out of it.
The wolf lowered its head, staring at her with cold yellow eyes. Not breaking eye contact, it lowered its head and bit into the edge of her coat, yanking at it sharply enough to pull her down.
Robin yelped and stared, unsure, as the wolf growled and did it again - harder.
The coat tore around its teeth, but the wolf just grabbed another portion - bigger, this time, his teeth grazing her thigh.
Maybe it just didn't like red, she wondered. Like bulls?
With trembling hands, she unclasped the cloak and hurriedly shrugged it off, holding it out to the wolf.
“There you go..” She whispered, imagining it taking the bundle of red and trotting away with it.
The wolf ignored it, nosing instead at the rest of her clothing - just a red cotton t-shirt and stretchy little black shorts. It was a warm day and Mama hadn't wanted her to wear her cloak at all - but she loved it, and so she just wore her beach clothes under it instead of normal clothes.
The wolf nosed her again - harder - and growled softly. Guessing at what it wanted, Robin pulled the t-shirt off quickly, the forest's muggy air brushing against the smooth skin of her exposed belly and chest. She wasn't yet a big enough girl for a bra and as the wolf started licking - roughly, it almost hurt - at her chest, she wondered if it thought she had one on, when she didn't.
One paw clawed at her shorts and she yelped as it broke the skin of her belly and the top of her thigh. She wanted to cry, but was too frightened too. She didn't want to make the wolf angry - it had already stopped licking her to growl again.
She shimmied out of the pants, accidentally taking her panties with it too in her rush. The fabric stretched easily over her high boots - FMBs, Ruby called them, though Carmen always yelled at her when she did. They were chunky and warm and Robin really, really didn't want to have to take them off too - she was already getting goosebumps from the evening air - especially where the wolf had licked her.
The wolf rumbled, a different sound from growling, almost like purring. It bent its head and licked her between her legs, startling a giggle from her.
It felt... weird. Down there was a place nobody touched except Robin - and even then, only in the bath. The wolf's tongue was gross and hot and slimy, but it was also rough and strong and really wriggly. It kept rubbing over something that felt funny in a good way. Sometimes it even felt like it licked inside her, which was stupid.
Still, this was better than being eaten. Maybe the wolf was just playing? Or giving her a bath?
She leant back against the stone again, freezing as the wolf looked swiftly up. The huge animal growled and purred at the same time, shoving its front paws against her legs - first her knees and then her thighs as she slowly lifted them into the air.
She felt silly sitting like that, but the wolf snarled when she tried to put them down again so she left them - legs straining - until finally she couldn't take it anymore and used her hands to hold them up.
And all the while, the wolf licked her down there, his muzzle sometimes shoving hard against her, rocking her body. It started to feel really good after awhile, and Robin sort of forgot to feel frightened, too busy feeling good. Her sounds of fear became sounds of enjoyment - like when Papa gave Mama a massage, or like how the people in Carmen's videos sounded.
The wolf seemed to like these sounds, doing more purring-growls than before and licking and rubbing harder, so Robin tried to be a bit louder with them, mimicking the voices in Carmen's video.
“Mmmmm, yeah!” She moaned, her high voice alone in the quiet forest. “Uhn.... unnnnnn.”

The wolf went a little wild, shoving so hard that she winced, ducking its head under her bottom and lifting sharply up, curving her spine and making her rest her weight on her elbows to keep it there, her hands still holding her knees up. It was uncomfortable, so Robin stopped making the noises.
The wolf stood up like a man, towering over her small unclothed body. She felt little and unsure, awkward and embarrassed to be all spread out like she was. Her neck ached as her head rested against the gravestone, her spine curved as her white little butt pushed up into the air and her legs were pulled so far back, her knees almost touched the stone behind her head.
The wolf fell down again, its head above hers, its big body filling her vision with messy hair. She felt something nudge clumsily down there - smooth, not rough, but hot and hard - and had just enough time to be glad the rubbing would continue when the wolf pushed it in.
She screamed, the sound muffled in the mass above her. The wolf panted in her ear, leaning his weight against her legs, forcing them back and wider, all the while shoving and shoving and shoving that burning hot hard thing into her.
It hurt. It stretched and filled up space she didn't even know she had. She thought maybe it was inside her belly now. She could feel it throbbing inside her, like a heartbeat that wasn't hers. It was so thick and hard but it moved easily, all slimy and pointed and smooth.
The wolf shoved again and Robin just gasped for breath, eyes wide. She could feel the hair of the animal all along her thighs and buttocks - all outside the area the animal was down pressing into. She could feel skin beneath the hair too, as the wolf pressed tightly against her, shoved himself fully inside her.
There was a long, drawn-out moment where the worst of the burn faded and all that was left was toofull and stopit.
Then, with a low, satisfied growl, the wolf pulled out and shoved straight back in again.
Robin cried out sharply, more out of surprise than hurt. It was.. intrusive and uncomfortable to the point of pain. It was weird and confusing and she didn't understand what was going on... she wasn't being eaten, so what was this?
The wolf shoved and shoved, slamming into her like Papa's electric nail-gun - all brute force and business-like. Robin rocked to the rhythm and tried to remember to keep a hold of her legs, grunting with every thrust. It wasn't long until something swelled up inside her - inside the red thing - and the wolf sped up again, growling a little with every thrust that bent her further in half. Robin cried out once at the internal punching and then again as something seemed to burst inside her - hot liquid suddenly spilling into her.
He's making puppies with me. She thought dimly, thinking vaguely of a boy in the schoolyard who never stopped talking. He's... breeding me.
She wasn't sure whether to be frightened or excited by that - it didn't feel very good, but she'd get to have puppies at the end of it! And, probably not eaten!
The wolf pulled out sharply, Robin's own body seeming to not want to let it go. The red thing was still jutting angrily out, though it was now smeared with a little clear and yellow-white stuff.
Teeth closed over her shoulder and Robin scrambled to her feet, wincing at the ache between her legs and pressing her legs together as something tried to trickle down them.
One of the wolf's forepaws shoved her shoulder, spinning her around, then shoved her back, bending her forward over he gravestone.
Then it shoved back into her.
“AHH!” Robin cried again, the sudden intrusion startling her. It didn't hurt as much, this time. Didn't stretch so bad.
The wolf just pounded into her even faster than last time and Robin was distracted from daydreaming about having her own litter of puppies by the strangest sensation.
It felt... good. Weird, but good.
Like the licking before it, the longer it went on the better it seemed to feel. Robing found herself panting a little, unconsciously tightening around the rapidly thrusting red thing in an attempt to keep it inside.
It felt good when it filled her.
The wold growl-purred and leant over her back, paws easily touching the ground even as his weight kept her still and his hips sped up in shallower thrusts.
“More...” She moaned, taking her cues from Carmen's videos again, but also honestly feeling it.
She wanted the red thing - wanted it inside her.
“Breed me!” She gasped, her belly rubbing against the moss-covered stone, her inside-space clenching and clutching at the hot red spike filling her up over and over. “I want your puppies!”
The wolf growled in her ear - and entirely new sound that made the hair on her arms stand up and her space clench down HARD. She pushed back into the rough thrusts as best she could, moaning more in frustrated desire than pleasure.
She only just felt the swell and spurt of something hot inside her again when it seemed the wolf was pulling out once more, pawing and shoving her over until she lay over the gravestone the other way - the curve running under her chin, chest and belly and down between her legs. The wolf shoved at her butt, pressing her front into the stone, again and again until Robin finally understood why.
If she aimed just right, the moss-covered stone rubbed against where the wolf had licked before - which felt good.
She took a moment to pull the outside-flaps of her private place aside, leaning the tiny nub of good feelings directly against the moss and sighing happily as she gently thrust against the stone.
The wolf's weight settled back over her, the pointed red thing - still hot and slick - shoving in deep...
In her other hole.
She yelped, but this hurt even less than the first time. Even though this space felt smaller and tighter, it also seemed to like it better - it felt good every time the wolf pulled out, better every time it pushed back in again. And, every time it forced its way inside her, her front bits rubbed against the stone.
She grabbed at the side of the gravestone, fingers curling over the edge, and rocked herself down with every thrust. The wolf was pushing her against the stone, but if she timed it just right, she could rub herself and... and...
“Ah! Feels good!” She gasped. Some of the slick, hot stuff the wolf had left inside her before was oozing out of her. It made the feel-good nub and the moss beneath it all slick and slimy too, made rubbing it feel a hundred times better.
The wolf was pressing almost his entire weight on her now, as he slammed into her butt over and over. He was swelling again, swelling so much it started to hurt.
But he didn't come.
Squished between the wolf and the gravestone, Robin whined and scrabbled at the dirt as the wolf stopped pulling out of her - he couldn't. The thing inside her had just gotten too big, Robin's own body wasn't letting it out. Still, the wolf didn't stop moving. He kept rocking into her, trying to push himself deeper, making her stretch for him when he rocked back and suck him greedily in when he rocked forward.
Robin didn't want him to ever leave. He was too big for her, but there was something... something about it that she couldn't explain. Her mouth was hanging open and panting. She wanted to shove back onto the red thing, wriggle and push until it got even deeper in her.
She wanted another one in her other space. She moaned as she imagined it, her legs spread wide as she lay on one wolf's belly, the wolf stuffed deep inside her, filling her up with that hot liquid as another one lay on her back, sandwiching her between them as he pounded into her butt, swelling until he couldn't anymore and then filling her up there too.
She'd definitely have puppies after that.
She felt something rising up inside her, the pleasure in her butt and her front getting stronger and stronger. She moaned, short and high, trying to speed up her rocking and getting shoved into brutally by the wolf in response.
“Come on! Fill me up!” She pleaded. “Please! I want... I want....”
She clenched down, hard, and the wolf grunted.
And gave her what she wanted.
She could feel it, so hot and fluid and it just kept coming, like the wolf was filling her up with a hose. Her guts cramped a little, as the small amount of space was filled to the brink and more was forced in.
Robin gasped, eyes open but blind, every ounce of attention she had was focused on the feeling of being filled - of being bred.
She trembled, still on the brink of that wonderful feeling, but not quite able to move forward, especially now that the wolf had stopped moving. It just lay draped over her, licking her cheek, her neck, her back. It growled when she tried to move so she just lay there, trying not to pout.
Eventually, it shuffled back, trying to stand up and dragging her unexpectedly with it when the thing inside her moved too.
It was still too swollen! Was the wolf stuck in her forever??
Part of her hoped so. The rest was terrified of having to explain this to Mama.
The wolf growled, irritated with her. It pawed at her until, trembling, Robin managed to back off of the gravestone and fell to her hands and knees, mimicking the position the stone had provided in order to stop it from pulling inside her too.
The wolf growled again, but quieter. Robin imagined that it was more resigned now. She almost giggled, but then the weight of the wolf hit her again, knocking her flat to the forest floor - the ground over someone's grave - and held her there with his own body.
The wolf yawned, shuffled a bit to get comfortable, then set his head down behind hers and went to sleep.
Leaving her own, almost-naked body, lying mostly under his - still stuffed full with his red thing and all squishy with his liquid.
She sighed and tried to get comfortable, pulling the bigger twigs out from under her. At least the wolf was warm...

Robin didn't sleep well. She dozed, on and off, but the thick mass of flesh inside her was so distracting. It remained hot, and she could still feel the pulse of the wolf's heartbeat through it. It kept her stretched and she kept waking up to find herself helplessly grinding back against it, trying to find and finish that edge of pleasure she'd been so close to before.
The wolf sometimes woke too, grumbling at her. Most times Robin stopped moving, but when she didn't the wolf was quick to close its jaws around her throat, or shoulder, until she did.
She whimpered, aching and tired and frustrating - and pouting in earnest. It wasn't fair! She needed... she needed... she needed something. The wolf made her need it but wasn't letting her get it!
After a long time, when only the slightest light still broke through the tops of the trees, the wolf stirred.
He'd slowly shrunk down again in size as he slept, through Robin had squeezed her legs together to try and stop it - and the liquid - from leaving her. The wolf ignored that, standing up and shaking her loose like she was nothing.
Robin sniffled, trying not to cry.
The wolf, who'd seemed about to walk away, turned and looked at her. Snuffled at her face. Licked the few tears that escaped.
Finally, with an almost doggy sigh, it turned around and licked lightly at her spot, pawing absently at her leg.
Robin squealed, delighted, and promptly drew both legs up and to the side to give the wolf more room.
It looked at her, then licked her again. The rough tongue, sliding through the remaining slick ooze, felt so good against her little pleasure nub that she almost crested in pleasure right away. She rocked her hips up, but frowned and opened eyes she hadn't realised she'd closed when the wolf stopped licking, and something brushed her mouth.
It was the red thing, smaller now, but still pointy and smooth and hot. The wolf looked at her, steadily.
Robin was little, but she wasn't stupid.
She frowned a little - she didn't think it was exactly fair - but she knew better than to argue. So, obediently, she opened her mouth and started to lick the red thing the way the wolf was licking her.
The wolf growl/purred and continued licking. She shifted, giggling a little, but tried not to lose focus. She raised her hands to the red thing, keeping it steady for her as the wolf moved without care as it snuffled and rubbed and licked her down there.
She didn't really like the taste, but then she didn't like the taste of a lot of things Mama and Papa made her put in her mouth. She did little licks at first, imagining a kitty lapping up milk, then longer ones as the red thing grew harder and a little longer. She tried curling her tongue around it, the way the wolf curled its tongue into her. She panted against it, as her legs fell boneless open and she started rocking herself a little, pushed closer and closer to the edge. The wolf was rocking too and her hands were stroking it by accident as it pushed through them. She kissed the red thing, mouth open against it, humming and moaning her own pleasure into the flesh which swelled beneath her touch.
She was doing more moaning and rubbing than kissing by now, as the wolf drove her pleasure higher and higher, driving her senses right along with it. She could hear herself yelping, crying out words-that-weren't, pleading and begging as she clutched and rocked and her insides tightened and-
Something happened. The world went dark, her insides rippled and something pushed roghly down into her open, panting mouth. Her tongue rubbed against ti lazily as she pushed her hips up and down, riding out the wave of feel-good which had crashed down onto her and swept away all her aches and pains. She suckled the thing in her mouth like a lollypop until it exploded into her mouth, shooting out more hot liquid that tasted awful, but which she greedily sucked and swallowed down because something inside her wanted it bad - wanted everything the wolf would give her. Already her inside-space was tingling, imagining being pushed into again, maybe swelled up inside of this time so that the hot liquid couldn't get out.
She moaned at the thought, losing pace and drawing back before she choked, the white oozy stuff slipping down the sides of her mouth, more of it spurting from the red thing to stripe her face and small, undeveloped breasts.
She continued gasping for breath, swallowing the lingering stuff in her mouth, licking her lips as the wolf stepped away from her and curled itself to lick himself a couple of times.

Then, without a backward glance, it trotted out of the graveyard and left her.
Robin watched it go mournfully. A slow, creeping feeling of shame was overtaking her although she wasn't sure why. She turned her face back to the tree-shielded sky and closed her eyes.
...And woke, redressed, in the pouring rain, back on the path.
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