Halfbreed Troubles

[''''While born in a pack, you are not born a (text-colour:red)[regular wolf.'''']] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[Your father, a sneaky runt, was the pack's omega. Beaten and stepped on at every turn. Still he was determined to pass on his genes, to mate with a beautiful wolf. But the only canine he could mount was a defenceless fox, your mother.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[The rest of your litter was killed mercilessly by the Alpha, only you were spared, made to grow up with the wolves that exiled your father, killed your mother, and now you must endure endless torment. You don't know why he spared you. But, you can remember as clear as day, his muzzle looking down on you with malice, his teeth stopping just before you neck. And then he stopped... Smiled and said. (text-colour:#a5d8ff)["No, I know just what to do with you.."]] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[You're named $name by your Alpha. The name itself is borderline derogatory among your kind.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[Being a halfbreed, you grew up much smaller than your other packmates. Your larger bushy tail is often subjected to tugs and bites, and your ability to stand up to others is…(text-style:"italic","blur")[ limited.]] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[And, as you got older, childish insults turned all the more derogatory. All the more degrading. All the more humiliating. All the more insulting.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[But, largely you don’t care.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[Growing up without a parent, you crave every bit of love, care, shelter and warmth you can get. Always aiming to please. It was precisely the role the Alpha intended for you.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[Just a few weeks ago, you consulted with you Alpha, pleaded to him. You had been loyal your whole life. The teasing and endless bullying was starting to get to you. You hadn't had a decent bite to eat in weeks. You told him. He merely burst into laughter and said, mockingly, (text-colour:#a5d8ff)["In the cold of winter an adorable, helpless little stress toy like yourself helps keep bloodshed to a minimum! You're a valued member of our pack! Besides, I thought you said you enjoyed getting fucked?"]] $Click[Feeling defeated, you carried on with your life.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[It's morning. You wake up, feeling the warmth of another wolf by your side. He’s large, and his scent is in your nose, all over the den, and all over you. Your body aches all over, you can still feel the ghost of his paws and the bruises he left, but at least you're warm, shielded from the snow outside by the large Beta who you’re curled up to. ] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[That is… Until you feel a paw push at your shoulder, followed by a (text-colour:red)+(t8n:"shudder")+(t8n-time:3s)[low growl.]] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")+(text-colour:red)[“Scram runt.”] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[The beta growled, and you know better than to argue.. He had a short temper and was never much of a morning person. Still, you couldn’t help but let out a slight (text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"rumble")[whine] of complaint before pushing yourself up onto all fours,] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[(text-colour:red)["Oh, and don't think of coming back until you've had a bath, cumrag." ]The words sting only slightly, you're used to such comments by now.] (click:?page)[[[Perhaps it’d be a good idea to wash and have a morning drink in the stream.->Continue carefully.]]]

<img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1IgWnWoMseWfWLST0vF8vIGbgRSiXFrB-"> (set: $Alex to (text-colour:#96f2d7)) Content warning: Among themes of noncon, this story includes themes some people may find disturbing. Content warnings can give spoilers, but will also allow you to avoid some of the nastier content. Would you like to enable content warnings? (checkbox: bind $ContentWarning, "Show content warnings") [[Next]] (set:$pawhurt to false) (set:$clumsy to false) (set:$boundbydemon to false) (set:$DeathCounter to 0) (set:$ButcherAlly to false) (set:$FangToy to false) (set:$DiedBefore to false) (set:$AngleMoreHamletUnlocked to false) (set:$YamakawaPalaceUnlocked to false) (set:$OdataCampUnlocked to false) (set:$AfkirPartyUnlocked to false) (set:$PackHUBUnlocked to false) (set:$FurColorChangeUnlocked to false) (set:$HarnessUnlocked to false) (set:$ChastityUnlocked to false) (set:$KVCollarUnlocked to false) (set:$KVCollarWorn to false) (set:$ChastityWorn to false) (set:$HarnessWorn to false) (set:$KVCorruption to 0) (set:$KVWayBack to false) (set: $lastPassage to "") (set: $Debug to false) (set: $KVWolfPackVisit to false) (set: $Debug to false) <script> $('tw-story').addClass('no-navigation') </script>

(set: $name to (prompt: "What is your hybrid called?", "default name")) (if: $contentwarning is true)[content warnings are enabled. You will be warned before any extreme is shown.] (else:)[Content warnings are disabled. You will not be warned before anything extreme is shown.] It is strongly reccomended you play through the Intro. The Intro itself has many self-contained branching narratives, and is the size of a small text adventure game in its own right. Moreover, it will teach you what to expect before any of the consequences are more permanent. However if you've already explored the intro, you can skip the intro and start at the game's main hub. Alternatively you can continue from when your last save. (link: "Continue from your last autosave?" )[ (load-game: "Slot A") ] (else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. ] (t8n-depart:"instant")[[Begin Adventure->Start]] [[Skip Intro->HUB]]

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(set:$pawhurt to false) After a brisk walk, you arrive at the stream. Though it appears the river is Frozen over... (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[Perhaps lower down it might be okay? [[Return to the pack, thirsty and dirty.->Return to the pack, dirty and thirsty.]] [[Head lower down stream.]]]

You continue carefully, but nowhere in sight does the ice seem to give way. Perhaps you could smash at the ice? [[Return to the pack, thirsty and dirty.->Return to the pack, dirty and thirsty.]] [[Smash the Ice]] [[Continue walking]]

You attempt to smash the ice, but your feeble and pathetic paws barely chip the surface. You twist and hurt your paw in your effort, it now hurts to walk on, making you wince ever so slighty with each stride. (set: $pawhurt to true) (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[[[Push on for that drink.->Push on for that drink.]] [[Retun to your pack to rest your sprained paw.->Return to the pack, dirty and thirsty.]]]

It seems the ice is letting up. You could pobably take a drink now. (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[As you walk alongside the river, your paw looses its footing due to simple clumsyness. ] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")[Oh what are you like?] (set: $clumsy to true) (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[[[Next->RiverFall]]]

Because of your sheer (if: $clumsy is true)[dumb clumsyness,](else:)[disregard for your own wellbeing and inability to look after yourself,] you fall into the river. (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[The (text-colour:"cyan")[icy cold] embraces your form. Your heart rate slows as the river carries your body further and further downstreem.] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[instinctively, you try to swim. But, all you achieve is (if: $pawhurt is true)[smashing your already hurt paw against a nearby rock.](else:)[clumsily getting your paw stuck against a rock. (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[(text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"blur")[Oh clumsy you.] You squirm, trying to get it free, water flooding into your muzzle. With a 'pop' it comes free, but even in the icy cold water, you can feel it ache.]]]] (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[[[Next->Call For Help]]]

It seems like the ice is letting up. You could drink now. (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[As you walk, your paw looses footing on the slippery ice. You (text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"rumble")[yelp] in pain, your muscles giving in and your body going like jelly as you fall. [[Next ->RiverFall]]]

On and on, the river manipulated your body. Soon, however, you can feel your rear paw touch the bottom of the river bed. This could be your chance to push to the shoreline. Or to call for help! (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")[ [[Push towards the shoreline ->Shoreline Check]] [[Call for help ->Wisp save]] [[Conserve Energy ->Bad End 2]]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, Death]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You call out for help. There's nothing... $Click[But then...] $Click[$DMS["Oh little halfbreed."]] $Click[A voice calls out, soft, calming yet $DMS[unnatural.]] $Click[A bright red light suddenly shines over river. A warm embrace comes along with it. Your body is scooped up, floating in mid air. Hot air flows through your fur, drying it quickly, yet not hot enough to cause any discomfort. The mysterious red glow beckons you to the distance. ] $Click[$DMS["Clumsy little omega. It is not your time. Come here. I wish to make you, a very special offer."]] $Click[ [[Next ->Wisp Call]]]

You conserve your energy and the river carries you lower and lower. The coldness makes your muscles go limp, you start to feel sleepy. Each knock and bump become less and less bothersome. Soon after, you start to feel water rushing into your lungs. You feel them struggle, your mouth gurgling in the water, but somehow it doesn't bother you all that much, your body giving a token struggle. Just nature really. Because in reality, you've already submitted to nature's whims. Your lungs soon swell to capacity. You choke. A last minute fight or flight kicks in, but you're already too late. Your body flows down stream... [[Next->RiverDeath]]

{ (set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) } The statue stirs awake. Its muscle groan and turn. It’s eyes blink, fire burning inside them. Like a snake shedding its skin, gradually, the stone all chips and pours away, revealing a red demonic form. Scantily clad in black armour, the demon’s breast and feminine curves mark her out as female. Her soft voice cooes once again as the statue comes to life. $Click[$DMS[“Welcome, sweet halfbreed.” She cooes softly. “I have a proposition for you.”] [[Growl]] [[What do you want?->Growl]] [[Say nothing.->Demon Conversation P2]] [[Bow your head in respect.]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You're not sure what the proposition may be, but you know it can't be good. It's never good to make a deal with the devil. In a flash, the demon steps down from the plinth, a hoofed foot landing square on your muzzle. Though, your yelp is cut short by the force keeping your maw pinned to the ground. $Click[$DMS["You will speak. When. Spoken to. Halfbreed."]] $Click[She scoffs. Returning to the plinth. Though, as you try to get up, you notice the grass around you had grown and locked around the legs and paws, making it impossible to move. (set: $boundbydemon to true) [[Next->Demon Conversation P2]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) $DMS[“However, no, this does not mean you are invincible. Simply that, your soul will return here, to this soul circle, and I will conjure you a new body, when you lose your old one.”] The demon explained, before clapping her hands together. $Click[$DMS[“Now, for your task.” ]] $Click[Raising a single hand, she moved it around to each of the stone circles. One at a time, an image appeared, faded slightly, like looking into a dream. Most were of settlements of bipeds. $DMS[“You must visit, each area you see here. I’ve placed a charm on you. Those who see you, no matter how pure, noble or stoic, will have an insatiable desire to enact their most deepest, darkest desires out on you. And once they do, that darkness will spread like a corruption.”] The demon had a wide and lustful smile.] $Click[$DMS[“Once they have given in, I will be ruler of this land. Your reward will be serving by my side. My number one pet. Most valued toy. It'd be an honor for a life form as low as yourself. But, if you dare try to defy my, you will suffer a fate worse than death. Understood?”] [[Refuse ->Demon Refusal]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Extreme NonCon, Dismemeberment, Death.]] [[Nod and accept this new task.->Demon Accept]] [[Thank the demon for this fantastic opportunity->Demon Thank]]]

(if: $boundbydemon is true)[The demon acknowledges your newly felt subserivence and releases you from your bonds with a nod.(set: $boundbydemon to false)] (else:)[The demon nods, in acknowledgement of your subservience.] [[next->DemonConvoP3]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) (if: $boundbydemon is true)[$DMS["Good. About time you came to your senses. Though now, you are my property and I must punish your earlier transgressions..." [[Next->Demon Dire Wolf BoundNonCon]]]] (else:)[$DMS["You've been surprisingly complacent so far. I was planning on fucking your brains out to consumate our new partnership. But, being that you seem so keep on being boring, I'd rather one of my hellhounds simply use you instead.] [[Next->Demons Hellhound]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, gangbang, cooking, pain, burning, death. ]] ]

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(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) (set:$Ala to (text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"italic","blur","condense","fidget")) In a beam of redlight, the demon transforms, her bones twitching and re-organizing in the shape of a dire wolf, much larger than yourself as a hybrid. And, by the large sheath, swinging down below, clearly packing. She smiles at you, a very wolfish smile. And although pleasant, you feel the thirst for power and control she has. Her paws radiate with heat, her eyes glowing red as she stalks towards you. $Click[$DMS[“Present. My toy.”]] $Click[She commands. And you obey. Just as you’ve been taught to by your pack. You lower yourself onto your chest, your rear raising and tail flicking up to expose your tailhole. The demon licks her lips and stalks towards you, a large, warm paw raising against your rear. $DMS[“I’ve watched you. Guided you. Practically reared you along this path for so long, you have no idea. And now, I get to finally sample to fruits of my labour, and what a delicious fruit you are little halfbreed. My halfbreed.”] She’d say, while almost lovingly and certainly possessively, rubbing her paw around your rear. She then gave it a firm slap.] $Click[Soon after, you feel a warm, thick dribble all over your tailhole, the large paw rubbing it in. It tingles, yet doesn’t sting. It excited you. You feel your canine cock poking from your sheath, your paws wiggling in the ground below as you tried to keep your composure. $DMS[“I save this stuff, for only my most well behaved of toys.”] She cooed softly, and pushed one of her digits into your tailhole, slowly and steadily. You gasp at the sensation. The slick, lube coated claw does little to hurt as she starts to stretch you out. $DMS[“I could make it so that your tailhole stretches without pain, every time. Would you like that?”]] $Click[Feeling you were ready, the large wolf moves her paw so that it’s on your shoulder, keeping you firmly pinned to the ground. Your heart jumps, you can’t help but enjoy the feeling of being firmly pressed against the ground, and pushed into the dirt. The wolf’s sheath pressed up against your tailhole, already slightly stiff, but not as stiff as your own pathetic length which dangled uselessly down below. A lubed up paw grabbed it, while the tapered canine tip pushed into your tailhole.] $Click[A pathetic whine of delight, joy, and ecstasy escapes your maw. Her paw grabs and plays with your cock as she starts to trust back and forth, spearing her canine cock into you. $DMS[“Once I’ve marked you, you’ll forever bear my Sigel. It has a deep connection to those around you. Everyone who sees it will have their darkest desires brought out. And you’re going to love every moment of it, my willing little fox-slut.”]] $Click[You’re dripping. Your pre is melting the snow below. Hot air is blowing from your breath as she pushes her large knot against your tailhole. The knotting, like a sacred ritual. You knew what to do, you’ve done it many times before. You take a deep breath and force yourself to relax, and as you do, you give way to her knot. It pushes into you, swells inside you, rubs against your prostate and as always, you find yourself cumming in seconds. Your owner isn’t too far behind either, feeling you up from the inside.] $Click[You feel a tingle in your chest, a slight burn. You know exactly what it is. The mark which would be embedded onto your fur forever. She lies there on top of you, still knotted inside you. Her fiery paw rubs over your face and snout. You can’t help but lower your ears and whine, giving it a soft lick. You’ve never met this demon yet for some reason you feel like you’ve known her your whole life. You push your maw against her paw and she acknowledges your affection. You want to stay like this forever.] $Click[As if able to read your mind, the dire wolf speaks up. $DMS[“Unfortunately, I’m a rather busy demon. I’ve spent far too long enjoying you as it is. But fear not, accomplish you task, and you have and eternity as my plaything, to look forward to.”] She said, giving an affectionate yet all the same dismissive pat on the head before getting up.] $Click[In one swift motion, her deflated knot and cock pulled away from your tailhole. Out of convenience, she lifted her leg, and was sure to mark you with her unique, slightly sulphuric scent. It was a golden shower that took you by surprise, but you couldn’t say you minded it at all. In fact, you basked in her scent, knowing it would still remain after she had gone.] $Click[The dire wolf strode over to the plinth. Once there, her form changed back into that of the twisted demon. She took her staff and took her place on the plinth. “If you need me, push against the plinth. However, like I said, I’m a busy demon. Waste my time, and you will be punished.” She said, a little more sternly. And then, her body turned to stone, and the red light faded away, leaving you completely alone at the stone circle. [[Next->Stone Circle Intro]]]

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You feel the vines all around you suddenly become much tighter, pulling you firmly into the ground. The demon laughs, her voice echoing off the stones, vibrating your entire bound and helpless body. She steps off her plinth, and before your very eyes, she takes on a form which is much more familiar to you, the form of a dire wolf. As large as a horse, she towers over you, at least three times your size. $Click[Her eyes glow a fiery red, as if set alight, yet you don’t detect anger, only pleasure and hunger. $DMS[“I know you don’t defy me out of spite. It’s not your nature. You just want to see the consequences don’t you?”] She teases, though, you’re unable to respond as before you can let out a single word, her large paw comes down on your face pinning it to the ground, leaving you only to think about what she said. You think back to times where you deliberately teased, or went just slightly over the line. You often knew you’d get hurt for it, but you did it anyway, just to see what would happen. Sometimes you regretted it, others times it was kind of fun. There was a certain please in tricking and teasing, but you’d always make it obvious who was responsible for the mischief.] $Click[The demonic wolf’s paw smells of brimstone and fire, it makes you want to sneeze. You start to choke and she deliberaly smooshes her paw around your nose, forcing your to inhale dirt and grit. It tickles your throat and lungs, yet you find it difficult to cough. Your eyes water from the stinging sensation. As if reading your thoughts, the large wolf leans down and says. $DMS[“I bet you enjoy it when you’re forced to take the blame for others deeds hm? The poor, innocent half-breed. Punished for crimes he didn’t even do.”] She chuckled and raised her paw, this time stroking possessively along your throat and to the back of your neck. The sensation makes your body shudder.] $Click[With her paw moved aside, you now have full view of her underbelly. And, despite the soft voice and up until this point, feminine appearance, you see a large sheath dangling below. Though, you suppose a demon like this, who could change their physical form so easily, probably didn’t see the world in the same light you do. The demon makes her way to your rear. You feel a sudden push under your belly. You’re forced upwards, your rear forced up into the air. Two vines wrap harshly around your legs, soon spreading them apart. You give a soft wince as your legs are spread, forced apart leaving your tailhole vulnerable to the large wolf who jumps on top of you.] $Click[Your back is forced down against the vines, you find yourself almost winded as you’re forced to support the heavy weight on top of you. Your body aches already. $DMS[“Brace yourself, this’ll be much bigger than any wolf in that little pack of yours.”] You feel her chest vibrate as she chuckles, deep and sadistic. Two large paws grip your sides, you can feel the claws already threateningly poking at your pelt. There’s nothing you can do, but whine. Her back legs push, her sheath pressed against you. You can feel the tip of her boned canine cock poking at your rear, looking for an entrance. You feel the twisted vines manipulate your body, it’s clear she’s in direct control of them, as she manipulates them, moving your body until you line up perfectly with her large canine sheath. Then, she starts to push.] $Click[At first, it’s gentle, just a poking at your rear. But the pressure builds and builds and builds. What started as a gentle poke, now felt as though someone was trying to push tree trunk into your rear, jagged and full of splinters. You feel the urge to push forwards, and pull away from her, but the vines keep you in place, and a set of large canine claws remind you that struggling will just end in cuts to your pelt. Yet, you struggle anyway, the pain becomes to much, that nature takes over. $DMS[“You’ll make the perfect pet.”] She comments, a low growl as she pushes deeper and deeper into you. Your try passage ages and burns as it stretches around her invasive organ, your body starts to feel full, weak and defeated. You go limp in her hold, and in the hold of the vines. “Shh, that’s it, relax… Or don’t.” She says with a sinister chuckle, as he unsheathes herself fully inside you.] $Click[Then, she starts to pull back. You’re filled with relief, your aching, twitching tailhole is given a moment of respite. But it doesn’t last long. This time, with full force, she pushes herself inside and this time you can’t help but yelp, tears coming to your eyes. The demon leans over your bound form, her large tongue lapping each side of your muzzle, lapping up your salty tears with her tongue as she starts to piston back and forth, thrusting against your bound form and leaving your wincing with each and every push.] $Click[Despite the pain, you feel your own sheath suddenly stir and start to harden. You latch on to this feeling, as you always do, your own excitement and arousal allowing you to blank out the pain and perhaps even enjoy it. The Demon looks down at you however, you hear a sadistic chuckle. $DMS[“You fucking degenerate.”] She says. You hear her body move. Shuffling. She’s doing something, you don’t know what until… Cold. Ice cold. Ice cold snow suddenly makes contact with your sheath, the growing red tip quickly retreating for warmth. But, she doesn’t stop there. With a paw full of snow, she plays with your sheath, pushing an icy claw inside your most sensitive regions, the sensation is enough to make your body shudder and spasm. Grabbing handfuls of snow, she pats it down against your sheath, covering the entire area in snow, ice matting your fur… You doubt you’ll be getting hard any time soon.] $Click[$DMS[“Much better. Focus on me, my pleasure. Clench for me.”] She says, though, as you hesitate, she growls and bites the back of your neck. Hard. You wince as your feel blood being drawn, the painful sting is enough to force your tailhole to tighten firmly around her cock. As it does, she thrust with more strength, more vigour, more passion. You feel her knot growing inside of you, and the next few seconds are so painful they turn into a blur. Tears stream down your maw, your body shakes and shiver as the large canine knot plugs your tailhole. She bites again. You clench. With a lusty groan, you feel her cock, now inside you and filling you up completely, start to pulse and spasm. Warmth floods your inside, your stomach becoming painfully full in mere seconds. But by now, you know the drill. It was over and she would be stuck here for at least a good few minutes. The worst of it was over, and with the snow around your sheath melting, and a large knot sitting just on top of your prostate, you start to wonder if you might be able to enjoy yourself, just a little bit.] $Click[But no, the demon has other ideas. Getting up, she starts to pull against you. You yelp, and try to say something, but the vines grab your maw and pin it to the floor. She pulls, the vines help. You feel like your body is about to break when…] $Click[''POP.''] $Click[Your muscles spasm from the abuse. Cum leaks down your tailhole. The vines, one by one, vanish into the snow earth, leaving you unrestricted. But even if you wanted to you cannot move. Everything is red, you feel nothing but pain and you body shakes for a good few seconds, before slowly starting to come down. At least to a level, where you can actually pay attention to what’s around you, but the burning sensation will no doubt linger for days. Lying on the ground, you eventually feel a burning on your chest. It’s nowhere near as bad as the one in your tailhole. Though, you smell burning fur. You try to luck down, but being on your chest you can only glimpse at the glowing symbol which seemed to brand itself onto you. You shiver in confusion, only whining… $Ala[“W-Wha-?”]] $Click[The demon however, seemed to be walking back to her plinth. You watch as her body shapeshifts, back into the biped form you first saw. She steps up onto the plinth. $DMS[“As entertaining as that was, I’m a busy demon. There’s matters I must attend to. However, if you wish to summon me, place your paw on the statue and think of my image. Summon me without good reason, and you will be punished.”] She warned. Her serious glare suggested it would be a punishment you wouldn’t enjoy. Her body soon turned to stone, the rough, rocky material seemingly consuming her entire form until she was motionless, even the red light vanishing. You find yourself completely alone. [[Next ->Stone Circle Intro]] ]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) (set:$Ala to (text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"italic","blur","condense","fidget")) You’re a little confused at first. Boring? You were just trying to be good, trying to show the respect such an authority figure like this god deserved. Why were you being punished? $Click[You take a few steps back. The demon waves her hands around and summons a portal. You see into the portal a reddish, hellish world. The demon brings two fingers to her mouth and makes a loud whistle. You whine loudly and lower head to the ground, your paws reaching to press against your ears.] $Click[From the portal comes one, two, no less than three hellhounds. $DMS[“Have fun.”] The demon says to them, as she starts walking towards the plinth she had stepped down from. Her body seemed to turn to stone already. Though, your focus is stolen by the hellhounds that march towards you.] $Click[Their fur is cragged and each one stank of sulphur and charr, it makes you cough. (text-colour:#ffa94d)[“Looks like the mistress left us with a treat.”] The first once says. His voice is deep, it vibrates your whole body. (text-colour:#ff922b)[“Dibs on the rear.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#ffc078)[“We eating this bitch after?”]] $Click[(text-colour:#ff922b)[“Boss didn’t say not to!”]] $Click[You lower your body to the ground, ears pinned, and tail curled. You try to appeal to the demonic hellhounds as best you can. $Ala[“P-please, I’ll be good… I’ll do anything, don’t harm me.”]] $Click[The trio chuckle as they continue to circle you like sharks, occasionally biting and nipping at your limbs, stealing a tuff of fur here and there, beady eyes watching you. They’re not here to reason with you, you’re their prey. The first one leaps at you, his maw opens, split wider than what would naturally be possible. The sight is nightmarish and leaves you stunted in shock before a row of scraggy teeth bite down on your shoulder, cutting into your flesh and bone alike.] $Click[You scream, scream as loudly as you can, while another hellhound takes that as opportunity to shove his canine cock inside you. You choke and gag, his cum feels like molten lava, as if someone had poured boiling water deep down your gullet. It muffles your cries into a confused mix of screams and agony, while the third mounts you, and pushes his red hot tip against your tailhole. ] $Click[It’s as though someone is cooking your insides, skewering you, you can smell the scent of flesh searing. Your flesh. You wish and prey for this nightmare to end. Then, the first hellhound, the one who had delivered a terrible bite to your shoulder, pulled back with all his force. Pelt, muscle, tissue, sinew and the like or rip and break from your body. The blood already is enough to make you feel woozy. But the hellhound isn’t done yet. Seeing the newly made hole, he mounts your side along with his peers, only this hound seemed intent on ramming his cock into the newly created wound.] $Click[His pre sears your flesh, making it burn, causing smoke to rise. By now, you’ve endured so much pain your brain starts to shut down. You body starts to go into a deep, deathly state. Before you loose all consciousness, you feel on more burn on your chest. You feel it’s the demon’s work, but you’re not entirely sure what it is. You can barely think at all as your hellhounds use your dying body 3 ways, their cum burning and singing into you…] $Click[Then, everything goes dark.] (set: $DeathCounter to it + 1) (set: $DiedBefore to true) $Click[No not here. There.] $Click[Nowhere.] $Click[Empty space. ] $Click[A door.] $Click[You step through it…] $Click[The light is blinding. It stings. But, you have all four limbs. You open your eyes to see you’re back at the stone circle. But how?] $Click[What’s more shocking, is that all 3 hellhounds are still there, fucking what looked to be a canine. It was you! Your body lay limp as all 3 of the hounds ripped and tore your flesh apart, you body sizzling from their molten cum, you wide dead eyes looking off into the distance. Then, one of the hellhounds looks at you. Quickly you lower to the ground and whine. The hellhound chuckles. (text-colour:#ffa94d)[“Boss told us to tell you, touch the statue if you need her assistance in accomplishing your task. But be warned, she’s a busy demon, and summoning her for no good reason is sure to get you punished!”]] $Click[The rest of the hellhounds grab what’s left of your corpse and drag it through a newly made portal.(text-colour:#ffa94d)[“Be a good toy, and this doesn’t have to happen…. Too often.”] He said with a dark chuckle. Meanwhile, you’re sure you’ve wet yourself again.] $Click[ The last of the hellhounds follows his kin through the portal, which closes behind them, leaving you alone at the stone circle with nothing but the faint smell of your own searing flesh and blood. [[Next->Stone Circle Intro]]]

It is sunsent. The sun shines beautifully over the stone circle. Around you are 8 stone circles. The demon statue is in the middle, almong with the circle portal. (if: $DiedBefore is true)[You know from experience, that's where each and every identical copy will be spawned, as soon as the demon's curse determines your current body is unable to continue her goal.] (save-game:"Slot A")[(text-colour:cyan)[Your progress has been autosaved.]] [[Travel to a location ->Trave to a location]] [[Touch the statue, summon the demon.]] [[Appearence]] [[Game Settings]] [[Die->Deathcounter]]

[[Return->HUB]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1Y7iig-fDjBmwWbC_mVgZDhyQnUg6KwDd" style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Kraven City. A city of wolven bipeds known as Varger. It's bitterly cold in all 3 seasons other than the summer, where there are only a few days of mild weather. The folks that live there make their living through fishing, or raiding. Very little can be farmed. Slavery is legal and normal, as is various forms of debauchery. The Vargers are masters of the sea. Corruption Level: $KVCorruption % Lives lost here: [[Travel to Kraven City ->KravenTravel]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1taI2em2i-K5V0ECJ1k3cyRV2vPPQTrKN"style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Anglemoore hamelt. A small peaceful village not too far from your pack. These jackal-like bipeds live a simple life of farming until the sunset. They're hardworkers who don't long for much. They never caused much bother to you and your pack either. While peaceful, they do seem like an incredibly devout and virtuous bunch and call themselves 'Holy Faolians'. Corruption Level: $KVCorruption (if:$AngleMoreHamletUnlocked is true)[[[Travel to Anglemoore hamlet ->AH HUB]]] (else:)[(text-colour:red)[You must complete tasks in Kraven first.]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1X0eZIZtkhcq6Nba_bOKUwPEQ2EmKta9G"style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Yamakawa Palace. A palace belonging to a mighty shogun of fox-like bipeds up on a mountain. For the people here, outward appearences are everything. But there are no limits to brutality or betrayal. In fact, it's quiet the opposite. Corruption Level: Lives lost here: (if:$YamakawaPalaceUnlocked is true)[[[Travel to Yamakawa Palace ->YK HUB]]] (else:)[(text-colour:red)[You must complete tasks in Anglemoore first.]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1jzUzYgb7cpklyDC5H3cQCPzUXq4q-yGq"style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Odata Camp. A nomaic tribe-like like group of biped dragons. They have a strong culture of pagan gods and ritualistic sacrafice. They live mosty off animal products and move camp every few months. Males are expected to fight, and females to bare new eggs and tend to animals. While they're fierce warriors, with the ability to almost fly, their battles with each other keep them occupied. Slavery here is also common. Corruption Level: Lives lost here: (if:$OdataCampUnlocked is true)[[[Travel to Odata Camp ->Odata HUB]]] (else:)[(text-colour:red)[You must complete tasks in Yamakawa first.]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1JSTnf8isgAZKae29oQr5cKVOhMeiQJq9"style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Afkir war party. A deeply religious group of biped felines. Short furred, well adapted to their desert surroundings, their sultan has grown rich and is ready to send out his armies to fight. Chivalry is at the core of these people. Corruption Level: Lives lost here: (if:$AfkirPartyUnlocked is true)[ [[Travel to the Afkir war party ->Afkir HUB]] ] (else:)[(text-colour:red)[You must complete tasks in Odata first.]] <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1T13E0fMwYYXHsUj4maoNoLOI8Rx6v8I7"style="width:400px;height:400px;"> -Your pack. You can see your own pack! It might be nice to return home. And perhaps your pack mates could offer you some assistance. Corruption Level: Lives lost here: (if:$PackHUBUnlocked is true)[[[Travel Home ->Pack HUB]]] (else:)[(text-colour:red)[You must ask the demon if you may visit home.]]

WIP [[Return->HUB]]

You're a wolf-fox hybrid with grey fur and blue eyes. You're about 2 foot, or 60cm tall at the shoulders. What you're wearing: (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[A confining cage around your sheath.] (if:$KVCollarWorn is true)[A tight collar around your neck, bearing the crest of Kraven City] (if:$HarnessWorn is true)[A webbed harness with plenty of D-rings and loops for anyone to grab hold of, or make you pull something.] [[Unlock All Bondage items]] [[Change fur Colour]] [[Change Bondage items]] [[Return->HUB]]

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(set: $KR1 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $KR1)[ You're stood in the kraven city streets. They're bustling, lively with activity. Where do you go? (save-game:"Slot A")[(text-colour:cyan)[Your progress has been autosaved.]] (if:$KVWayBack is false)[You've yet to find a way to return to the stone circle. Perhpas it should be a priority.] (else:)[ [[Return to the Stone Circle 'HUB'->HUB]] ] [[Enter the Jarl's main hall->KV Main Hall]] [[Head down to the docks->KVDocks]] [[Head to the prisons->KVPrison]] [[Explore the market ->KVMarket]] [[Head to the city's outskirts ->KVOutskirts]] ] (else:)[ The blinding light of snow makes you wince. You feel legs kicking at your from all sides. You try to get out of the way, but another one hits you. Cries of(text-colour:#dee2e6)[ “Shoo,” “Away!” “Move!”] Being yelled from all sides. $Click[You jump out of the street and try to make your way to shelter. You see a building, various delicious scents coming from it. You hide under a table, just above the table you can hear a loud… ''WHACK''. (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“Full head, two coppers!”] A man yells. (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“Full head two coppers!”] ''WHACK.'' You see some meat fall before you, it’s clearly from a pig. Only now do you realize your hunger. You neck reaches out to grab it. You sniff it, and place it in your maw. It’s delicious.] $Click[ Before you’re able to finish your little snack, a firm paw grabs you around the scruff. You wince and drop the piece of meat. (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“What do we have here? A little thief me thinks!”] The scraggy cloaked wolf yells, raising a clever which was headed directly for your face. $Ala[“Wait, s-stop!”]] $Click[ (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“It talks?”] The butcher says, looking around, confirming to those around him that he had in fact heard you talk. (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“Yeah.”] You reply flatly. “What kind of sorcery is this?” He grumbles, looking you over from head to toe. (text-colour:#dee2e6)[“Gah, I’ll deal with you later.”] With a powerful swing, he throws you into a cage. After closing a latch, you lose the ability to open it. You’re stuck, for now. You start to wonder what was he going to do to you? The demon said people's darkest desires would be brought out when they saw you, did this butcher plan to eat you like the cage's previous occupant?! (link: "Try to break free from the cage.")[ You squirm about and try to break free from the cage. You learn your maw forward and try to manipulate the latch with the tongue. The butcher sees you from the corner of his eye and lets out a slight growl. Rather suddently he grabs you and throws you into another cage, this one was made of metal, and secured with a lock. He then goes back to selling his products. ] [[Wait until the butcher finishes his days work->KVBCage]] ] ]

WIP [[Return->HUB]]

You come to the pack's main clearing. From here you could tempt fate and converse with the Alpha of the pack, or his mate. Or you could speak with any one of your packmates, your adopted siblings. Or you could speak with the Beta again. (save-game:"Slot A")[(text-colour:cyan)[Your progress has been autosaved.]] [[Speak with the Alpha]] [[Visit your packmates]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, gangbang/WS content]] [[Return to the Beta]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) $Click[ |BetaChoice>[\ (link: "Tell him that you'll do what you can to pull your weight.")[\ (replace: ?BetaChoice)[You tell him that you'll do what you can to pull your weight. The beta chuckles through their hold on you, a smirk grows on their maw. Clearly, they have doubt of your abilities.]] (link: "Argue. Say that the Alpha promised you a safe position. Your role here is good enough.")[(replace: ?BetaChoice)[You argue. Say that the Alpha promised you a safe position. Your role here is good enough. The beta grabs your scruff, his jaws collpasing on it a little more tightly, just enough to pierce the pelt and draw a little blood. You whine loudly, until he stops.]]] ]

[[FryPotato->FryPotato]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic","blur")+(text-colour:"magenta")) The beta takes you further downstream. You whine and dangle limply in his hold. Soon enough, as you watch the river, you notice the ice breaks away. Of course, further downstream, and lower down the mountain that the pack called home, it was warmer, much warmer. The night’s ice had been able to melt. $Click[$WhinyPink[“Thanks…”] You say, with a tinge of humility. However, the beta doesn’t release you. He’s walking closer and closer to the river, the melting water creating fast river rapids.] $Click[ |BetaChoice>[\ (link: "Struggle and try to break free from the Beta's hold.")[\ (replace: ?BetaChoice)[You struggle as best you can. Eventually you feel yourself able to get free, his teeth were giving away until... He let go. You fall, you feel the air wizzing by until you feel the ice cold water consume your body. Your heart stops from shock. All you can see is his evil smirking face and the icy cold river rapids whisk you away. [[Next->Call For Help]] ]] (link: "Beg him to let you go.")[(replace: ?BetaChoice)["P-please, don't, let me go." You beg, your ears lowered and tail curling. Surely, he couldn't abandon you? Right? Your hear beats fast as he steps closer and closer to the edge of the river bed. And, without a second though, those teeth release their grip on your scruff. He lets go. You fall, you feel the air wizzing by until you feel the ice cold water consume your body. Your heart stops from shock. All you can see is his evil smirking face and the icy cold river rapids whisk you away. [[Next->Call For Help]] ]] ] ]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) The Alpha’s den is at the highest point of the pack. You feel the atmosphere change noticeably as you ascent. It becomes colder, the terrain less forgiving, the potential of a fall, all the more daunting. The Alpha’s den is also where the pack kept most of the food. Over winter, it could be frozen in the freezing cold temperatures. Just outside the den was a pit full of meat. You often thought about stealing some. But the risks were high. Stealing food was on par with a direct challenge to the Alpha and his rule. $Click[You step inside the den, and already you feel warmth. Despite the sub-freezing temperature outside, the Alpha’s den is pleasant. Set in a volcano, the geothermal heat kept the place nice and cosy at winter. It was what made the den so desirable. It had been a status symbol to be Alpha of this pack. Your Alpha had told you, inside the mountain was the spirit of a God, a dire wolf. A dire wolf who wrestled with and came out on top of all other Gods. He personally awarded them this den, the land and the plentiful food, on condition the pack always stay loyal. He claims he can talk to the mountain. Of course, nobody else can. Obviously, only pack Alpha’s were able to talk with the God.] $Click[The Alpha also, pointed out, it was this god who whispered in his ear the day I was supposed to die, this God who saved you from imminent death, this god who saw something in you and said you’d make an excellent omega. Your siblings always bought the story, ate it up completely and even asked for deserts. You, however, were always more sceptical.] $Click[The large and old grey wolf looks down at you as you enter his den, his mate is still sleeping. His pelt once a strong colour, now contains flecks and highlights of grey, signifying his age and wisdom. And perhaps his weakness. (text-colour:#a5d8ff)["What do you want, omega?"] He asks, a slight smile on his maw. Ever since birth, it was clear simply your mere presence amused him. [[Challenge his rule]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning: This is an instant death end.]] [[Submit->SubmitToAlphaIntro]] [[Return to the pack grounds->PackHUB]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) (set: $BR2 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $BR2)[ You return the pack's main den area. Azzuen is perched on a rock, looking at you. He's licking his lips. Clearly he's had enough time to recover. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)["Someone looking for a round two?"] He asks, merely raising his paw at you. It's clear he what he expects. He expects you to come up to him and start debasing yourself. [[Nod your head and roll over->Obey]] [[Make a hasty retreat back to the pack clearing ->PackHUB]] ] (else:)[ You go to visit your packmates. It seems they’re just waking up. Last night was freezing cold, so they’re a little slow to emerge from their den. That is when, the skinniest, the ‘runt’ of their litter; Azzuen, spots you. Azzuen jumps towards you, his tail wagging. He was always the most eager to see you, while you were around, it meant the flak was taken off him, and you got the brunt of your brothers and sisters. $Click[ (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Hey look, if it isn’t good ol’ $name.”] He’d say gleefully, before raising his paw to slam it down against your maw. You found your maw pinned to the floor instantly. Although he was the runt of his litter, you had tried to fight him a few times and he always came out on top. He was stronger, bigger, better… Afterall, he was a pureblood wolf, not a stunted halfbreed. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Lick.”] He commands. [[Obey]] [[Refuse]] ]]

Perched outside of his den, the Beta smirks at you, his ivory teeth glistening as he opens his maw to say. (text-colour:red)["What do you want, runt?"] [[Ask the Beta for help washing in the river.->Ask your beta for help.]] [[Submit->SubmitToBetaIntro]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(text-colour:yellow)[Warning, mild W/S]] [[Return to the pack grounds->PackHUB]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You stomp your paw down. You’ve had enough of the constant bullying and torment. It was about time you got some respect around here! You peel your lips back and make the most ferocious growl you could. It didn’t come out… Perhaps as well as you intended. $Ala[“I challenge you as Alpha!”] You tell him, your fur standing on end. $Click[The Alpha lets out a loud laughter, his mate stirring awake from the commotion. (text-colour:#a5d8ff)[“You? Challenge me? My word little pup. Did you hit your head?”] He says with a soft sigh. Raising a paw, he beckons you closer. But no, you’re not having it. He will take you seriously. $WhinyPink[“Fight me old man, or you are a coward!”] You tell him, clinging onto the images of how he slaughtered your siblings, anger, hatred and revenge flowing through you.] $Click[(text-colour:#a5d8ff)[“Vey well…”]] $Click[His expression changes to a stern one. He takes merely a second to stretch, his old bones creaking and aching, before he jumps down from his rock, his mate watching with concern. She whispers something to him, you can’t hear what. In response, he barks at her.] $Click[ [[Wait for him to make the first move, go on the defensive.]] [[Make the first move, go on the offensive.]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You roll over, laying on your back, curling your tail up to your stomach and lowering your ears. You let out a soft whimper, paws curling up to your chest as you look up at him. Rasiing a brow at the sudden, odd sign of submission, the Alpha jumps down from his resting spot, pacing towards you, his nose getting a few sniff when he.... $Click[(text-colour:#99e9f2)["Pffff- You stink! Get out of my den, go wash yourself, mangy mutt."] He'd say, swiping his paw at you, scooping up some dirt in the process and throwing it over your fur, adding to your general state of disgust. You qiuickly jump to all fours and scurry from his den.] $Click[ [[Leave his den ->PackHUB]]]

Months later, your body is found by the pack's Beta. The cold winter had kept it preserved. It was only now starting to decay. The white furred wolf looks at your limp corpse and scuffs. "Weakling. You were better off dead anyway." He'd say, stepping over your corpse and letting out a torrent of piss all over your body. Where you awake, you'd probably whine, roll around, squirm... Put on a bit of a show about being marked like territory. But now that's all you are, part of the land, your body left to the scavangers. The Beta looks down on you and smirks, before returning to the pack. (You've reached permanent bad end 2. Congratulations, this is one of the only perma-death scenes. This story has many branching narratives, so please try again!) [[Restart->Content warning]]

(set: $Egg to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $Egg)[You cannot fry poato twice.] (else:)[You Fry potato] [[Return->Next Passage]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You wait for him to attack, your guard ready, ready to counter his move. However, the wolf is simply to quick. He’s able to read your defensive stance and crushes with a faint, his jaws opened wide to attack from above. You, naturally go low, lowering your head to protect your neck. You’ve seen these fights often enough to at least have a general ‘idea’ of what to do. But, I was a fain, and his blow comes from down low after all. His teeth grab a hold of your neck. You feel a row of teeth at your windpipe. Fear completely overwhelms you. Any thoughts of defiance and resistance shatter. He had you now. And he’s not letting up. $Click[ (link: "Beg for your life.")[You beg for your life, whining and wheezing through his harsh constraining grip. But he doesn’t listen. You hear his mate, whining and pleading, begging him to spare you. But he doesn’t listen. You’ve overstepped your boundaries, and now you must endure the punishment for challenging your leaders rule; death. His jaws break through your pelt. You feel blood flowing into your windpipe, choking you. You can’t breathe, you can barely think. With your ears lowered and tail curled, you look up at him with soft begging eyes one more time, the eyes which had once led him to spare you. This time, it didn’t work. You’d suffer the same fate your litter mates did.] $Click[ Your body lays limp, blood flowing from your neck. The Alpha’s mate whines as your side, nosing your dead form. Being the last thing resembling a pup, she had always remained affectionate for you. (text-colour:#99e9f2)[“Get this stinking cum-rag out of my den.”] He’d tell her. Hours later, your body was paraded throughout the pack by the beta. A stern reminder to anyone who wished to question of challenge the pack’s Alpha. After, you body was left along the territory’s border, left to decay and become part of the world.] $Click[ (Congratulations, this is bad end number 1! One of the only perma-death scenes in the game. There are many branching narratives, so feel free to start again) [[Restart->Content warning]]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You make the first move and go on the offensive, jumping at the old wolf from above. You had watched enough fights in your time to know how this goes. An attack from above was a clear sign of power and dominance, and with your smaller size, it’d be easier for you to get on top of the old fool and reign down all hell from above, from a position where his neck had less manoeuvrability and reach to attack you back. It was perfect. $Click[ Or at least, it would have been, had the Alpha not noticed your offensive move. You’re young, impatient. Clearly you would go on the offense. All the Alpha had to do was work out what direction. Above. Again, the most obvious move for such a small canine. The Alpha waited patiently until the last moment to open his jaw, and swoop up against you. His teeth grab a hold of your neck. You feel a row of teeth at your windpipe. Fear completely overwhelms you. Any thoughts of defiance and resistance shatter. He had you now. And he’s not letting up.] $Click[ (link: "Beg for your life.")[You beg for your life, whining and wheezing through his harsh constraining grip. But he doesn’t listen. You hear his mate, whining and pleading, begging him to spare you. But he doesn’t listen. You’ve overstepped your boundaries, and now you must endure the punishment for challenging your leaders rule; death. His jaws break through your pelt. You feel blood flowing into your windpipe, choking you. You can’t breathe, you can barely think. With your ears lowered and tail curled, you look up at him with soft begging eyes one more time, the eyes which had once led him to spare you. This time, it didn’t work. You’d suffer the same fate your litter mates did.]] $Click[ Your body lays limp, blood flowing from your neck. The Alpha’s mate whines as your side, nosing your dead form. Being the last thing resembling a pup, she had always remained affectionate for you. (text-colour:#99e9f2)[“Get this stinking cum-rag out of my den.”] He’d tell her. Hours later, your body was paraded throughout the pack by the beta. A stern reminder to anyone who wished to question or challenge the pack’s Alpha. After, you body was left along the territory’s border, left to decay and become part of the world.] $Click[ (Congratulations, this is bad end number 1! One of the only perma-death scenes in the game. There are many branching narratives, so feel free to start again) [[Restart ->Content warning]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (t8n-time:3s)+(text-style:"italic","superscript","blur","sway")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You give his paw a good few licks. He lets out a soft murr. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Good omega.”] He says softly, his maw leaning down to almost whisper the words ‘omega’ in your ear. It makes your fur shudder all over. He steps over you his, tail wagging high. You feel his whole body push you against the ground, his weight pinning you to the snow. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Phew, you reek.”] Azzuen gives your neck and back a firm sharp bite. One which forced you to yelp in turn. $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“That’s for not having a wash before coming seeing me.”] He said, as he started to slowly grind his hips up and against the small of your back. It wasn’t the first time he had done this to you, in fact, he had been using you this way for a little while now… At least, when…] $Click[(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Azzuen! Get off him. You know the rules.”] You heard a loud bark. You know it to be none other than Blazer. Named after his fiery temper, the wolf strutted forward. Azzuen swiftly unmounted with a grumble of complaint, his tip glistening with pre as it dangled freely, starting to shrink from the cold.] $Click[ (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“And you can stay where you are.”] He commanded; his bushy tail waving high. He was never a humble. As the strongest of the litter, he was the Alpha’s favourite. He was always awarded second helpings and was eager to keep everyone in line. [[Sneak away]] [[Stay where you are]] ]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) Azzuen gives you a firm slap on the nose. The sudden sharp pain makes you wince. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Oh, $name , $name , $name … Haven’t we been over this?”] He’d say, putting more and more pressure on his hold, your maw being pushed further and further into the snow, until your start to feel your maw being pushed into the dirt below it. Azzuen raised his other paw to your cheek, his claws raised, pushes against your pelt. Your eyes go wide, and your heart starts to beat fast. $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“You.”] He’d slice in with his paw.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Obey.”] He dragged his paw a little further down, the cut becoming longer.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Me.”] His paw flicked three, leaving 3 bleeding scars along you cheek. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“You stink anyway. Go take a bath."]Finally, he stepped off your maw, making sure to kick a bit of snow at you.] $Click[Feeling humiliated, you whine. Maybe you should come back after you’ve washed. [[Return to the pack area. ->PackHUB]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) You try to sneak away. You keep your body low to the ground, your paws crunching softly in the snow as Blaze takes his attention to Azzuen, probably telling him that he should be asking permission before using you. You’re about to make it back to the clearing when a sharp bite comes to your tail stopping you in your tracks. $Click[(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“And where do you think you’re going?”] It’s Blaze. Grabbing hold of your tail again with a firm bite, he drags you back, you body leaving a tail in the snow.] $Click[Once you back in their den area, Blaze wastes no time in mounting you. Clearly he’d worked up a bit of a morning wood already. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Gah, you could’ve told me it hadn’t even had a wash.”] He complained. ‘it’. That’s what he was calling you now? It? That stung a little… (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“You didn’t give me chance…”] Azzuen said with a slight shrug. He sighed softly. “May I, use the other end?” He asked, a lot more politely.] $Click[You try protest, but your protest is ignored, with another paw, a different paw, shoving your face into the snow again. You get a mawful of freezing cold snow, it makes your mouth go numb slightly. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Eh sure.”] He said dismissively, his paws gripping your rear and angling them up against his pelvis.] $Click[Callous and uncaring, Blaze thrusts against you, his red tip unsheathing itself on the fur on your back, before he repositioned… Lower, and lower until… You let out a soft yelp. It always hurt a little at first, especially when they were being so forceful, but it had gotten more and more bearable over time.] $Click[Azzuen used this opportunity however to mount your head, his paws resting on your shoulder, Azzuen exchanging galnces with his bemused brother. Blaze snorted and turned his maw to the side, while you feel Azzuen’s red spire grow and push deeper into your throat. Whatever gag reflex used to be there was long gone, Azzuen’s cock able to thrust easily into the back of your throat. Your eyes close tight, your heart beating as you’re fucked from both ends.] $Click[It's Blaze who bites down firmly on your neck. He’s not in the mood to take it slow, in fact he seems to be in competition on Azzuen. Competition to prove he move faster, and with more force. You feel his entire body slam against you as he starts to growl loudly, and as you do, you’re forced to take more and more of Azzuen’s cock into your throat. Your eyes start to water, your own sheath tries to grow, but the snow below makes it retreat each and every time. Damn this weather. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Hey Blaze, how about a game. First to cum gets to mark it.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“You’re on.”]] $Click[Blaze bites so hard, you swear your start to feel blood dripping from your neck. He doesn’t let up, and soon you feel his knot start to grow. Still, he doesn’t take it slow, instead opting to force your tailhole open, forcing it to adjust to his growing knot. He growls loudly, your entire body shakes pathetically under him, you feel the might and power of his voice, of his throat, his chest, the power of a future Alpha.] $Click[After relentlessly knot-fucking you, you feel him fill your insides with cum. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Beat ya.”] The victorious Blaze smirks, Azzuen currently still bringing himself to orgasm, taking the time to enjoy your throat in his own time, now that the competition was over, and the victor had already been decided. Soon enough you feel his cum flood into your maw. Your dry maw and thirst force you to reject his salty seed, allowing it to dribble and flow through your teeth and out of your muzzle. Azzuen soon notices it, and has other ideas.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Ungrateful bitch.”]] $Click[Once again, his firm paw lands on your snout and keeps in pinned against the ground. His cum is forced to stay in your maw, you shudder as you’re forced to swallow it, bit by bit. You feel your stomach starting to grow, making you feel a little sick. Then, Blaze decides to let out his bladder.] $Click[Inside you.] $Click[You whine, as your stomach expands, feeling as though it’s ready to burst. Because of your small size, it’s easy to see from the outside that your stomach is bulging, bulging to abnormal sizes, until Blaze forces his knot out of your tailhole. You while loudly, and out with it comes a stream of both piss and cum mixed together, running down your rear leg and dripping on the snow below.] $Click[Now, he’s un-knotted, the wolf lets his bladder free all over your back. You feel the warm piss mark your fur, as it spreads over you, Blaze leaning in and whispering. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[‘Mine’] into you ear. You keep your maw low and whimper, as you always do. With their morning frustrations delt with, the two wolves nod to each other and start getting on with their daily tasks. Meanwhile, you’re left there to recover.] $Click[After an hour or so, you figure it’s best to head back to the pack clearing, at least, before any other packmates wake up and decide to use you. You don’t think you’re ready for another round of that just yet. [[Return to the Clearing->PackHUB]]]

(set:$DMS to (font:"Julee")+(text-colour:orange)+(text-style:"smear")) (set:$Click to (click:?page)+(t8n:"fade-up")) (set:$WhinyPink to (text-style:"italic")+(text-colour:"magenta")) Blaze wastes no time in mounting you. Clearly he’d worked up a bit of a morning wood already. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Gah, you could’ve told me it hadn’t even had a wash.”] He complained. ‘it’. That’s what he was calling you now? It? That stung a little… (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“You didn’t give me chance…”] Azzuen said with a slight shrug. He sighed softly. “May I, use the other end?” He asked, a lot more politely. $Click[You try protest, but your protest is ignored, with another paw, a different paw, shoving your face into the snow again. You get a mawful of freezing cold snow, it makes your mouth go numb slightly. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Eh sure.”] He said dismissively, his paws gripping your rear and angling them up against his pelvis.] $Click[Callous and uncaring, Blaze thrusts against you, his red tip unsheathing itself on the fur on your back, before he repositioned… Lower, and lower until… You let out a soft yelp. It always hurt a little at first, especially when they were being so forceful, but it had gotten more and more bearable over time.] $Click[Azzuen used this opportunity however to mount your head, his paws resting on your shoulder, Azzuen exchanging galnces with his bemused brother. Blaze snorted and turned his maw to the side, while you feel Azzuen’s red spire grow and push deeper into your throat. Whatever gag reflex used to be there was long gone, Azzuen’s cock able to thrust easily into the back of your throat. Your eyes close tight, your heart beating as you’re fucked from both ends.] $Click[It's Blaze who bites down firmly on your neck. He’s not in the mood to take it slow, in fact he seems to be in competition on Azzuen. Competition to prove he move faster, and with more force. You feel his entire body slam against you as he starts to growl loudly, and as you do, you’re forced to take more and more of Azzuen’s cock into your throat. Your eyes start to water, your own sheath tries to grow, but the snow below makes it retreat each and every time. Damn this weather. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Hey Blaze, how about a game. First to cum gets to mark it.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“You’re on.”]] $Click[Blaze bites so hard, you swear your start to feel blood dripping from your neck. He doesn’t let up, and soon you feel his knot start to grow. Still, he doesn’t take it slow, instead opting to force your tailhole open, forcing it to adjust to his growing knot. He growls loudly, your entire body shakes pathetically under him, you feel the might and power of his voice, of his throat, his chest, the power of a future Alpha.] $Click[After relentlessly knot-fucking you, you feel him fill your insides with cum. (text-colour:#ff6b6b)[“Beat ya.”] The victorious Blaze smirks, Azzuen currently still bringing himself to orgasm, taking the time to enjoy your throat in his own time, now that the competition was over, and the victor had already been decided. Soon enough you feel his cum flood into your maw. Your dry maw and thirst force you to reject his salty seed, allowing it to dribble and flow through your teeth and out of your muzzle. Azzuen soon notices it, and has other ideas.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffd8a8)[“Ungrateful bitch.”]] $Click[Once again, his firm paw lands on your snout and keeps in pinned against the ground. His cum is forced to stay in your maw, you shudder as you’re forced to swallow it, bit by bit. You feel your stomach starting to grow, making you feel a little sick. Then, Blaze decides to let out his bladder.] $Click[Inside you.] $Click[You whine, as your stomach expands, feeling as though it’s ready to burst. Because of your small size, it’s easy to see from the outside that your stomach is bulging, bulging to abnormal sizes, until Blaze forces his knot out of your tailhole. You while loudly, and out with it comes a stream of both piss and cum mixed together, running down your rear leg and dripping on the snow below.] $Click[Now, he’s un-knotted, the wolf lets his bladder free all over your back. You feel the warm piss mark your fur, as it spreads over you, Blaze leaning in and whispering. (text-colour:#ffd8a8)[‘Mine’] into you ear. You keep your maw low and whimper, as you always do. With their morning frustrations delt with, the two wolves nod to each other and start getting on with their daily tasks. Meanwhile, you’re left there to recover.] $Click[After an hour or so, you figure it’s best to head back to the pack clearing, at least, before any other packmates wake up and decide to use you. You don’t think you’re ready for another round of that just yet. [[Return to the Clearing->PackHUB]]]

You make your way down to the docks. The smell of sea water is in the air. The strong wind comes with an icy chill, and, as you walk along the piers, you get the occasional ocean spray along your fur. Your lips become dry, you can taste the salt in the air. A number of the wolf-men seem bust, loading and unloading their long boats with cargo and fish. (link-goto: "Explore the Docks", (either: "Sea Journey", "Fishing Trip")) [[Return to the town. ->Kraven City HUB]]

(if:$KVCollarWorn is true)[You approach the prison. The two guards outside see your collar and open the door, allowing you access to the Prisons' main lobby. The walls are slightly wet and slimy and the cold is so bitter you can see your own breath. The dim toches do very little to add heat. Sitting at a desk, the warden, an old Varger with a large beard sits up. $NorthMen["Ah! The decendant of Faolan. Who is it you wish to see?"] (if:$ButcherAlly is false)[ [[Ask to see the Butcher ->ButcherPrison]] ] [[Return->Kraven City HUB]] ] (else:)[Without the collar on, the guards don't budge, preventing you from entering the prison. [[Return->Kraven City HUB]] ]

There's not much to see as the Market it pretty much closed, most venders and patrons are off drinking. You see the Butcher's stall completely empty, it seems whatever meat is there will be left to rot, and tools left to rust in the open air. [[Return->Kraven City HUB]]

You make your way out of the city. Before you leave, a guard, one of the wolfmen cautions you of the dangers out there, and to be careful. You nod. The further away from the coast you move, the morse dense and thick the tree coverage becomes. The snow is starting to melt, moving into spring, but there’s still a lot around. It’s peaceful. There’s the sweet scent of pine in the air. It reminds you a little of your home. (link-goto: "Explore the Outskirts", (either: "Faolan Ritual", "Hamlet", "Bear Encounter", "Feral Wolf Pack", "OutlawsAttack")) (if: $KVWolfPackVisit is true)[ [[Visit the Kraven WolfPack]] ] [[Return to Kraven City->Kraven City HUB]]

Game Settings: (checkbox: bind $contentwarning, "Show content warnings") $DeathCounter [[Return->HUB]]

Just after you thought you’d received enough bother, you hear the butchers name being called forward. $Jarl[“Saltra! What it is you want?”] He called. Bodies stepped aside, and the sea of legs parted ways to show a large throne, a fireplace burning brightly behind it. On the chair sat a wolf with golden fur, and a long golden beard at the end of his chin, his paw stroking slowly along it. $Click[$NorthMen[“Jarl Funeer, I have for you a most marvellous possession!”]] $Click[$Jarl[“A dog?” He barked condescendingly.]] $Click[$NorthMen[“No, no, no. Can’t you clearly see. It’s a feral wolf, but not just any feral wolf… A wolf, who speaks!”] The entire chamber suddenly fell silent. ] $Click[$Jarl[“Isn’t he a little small, for a wolf?”] He asked.] $Click[$NorthMen[“Clearly, the Gods had to take something away, they took his size and gave him speech!”] Already, among the crowd, a few of the drunken patrons started to chuckle. "He can! And you can have him, for the lowely price of five, thousand, gold." Immediately, the crowd burst into the laughter, druken fellows nearly falling over each other. The butcher grumbled, showing obvious fear. ] $Click[But, the Yarl raised his hand, the room fell silent. his brow raised as he leaned forward. $Jarl[“If he can speak, prove it. Say something, Wolf.”] [[Keep your mouth shut, make the Butcher look like a fool.->ButcherEnemy]] [[Greet the yarl.->ButcherAlly]] ]

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(set: $ButcherAlly to false) Everyone leans in, looking at your intently. Especially the butcher. You could now smell the fear on his pelt, the sweat dripping from his brow. You could tell that his life hinged on your decision to speak. Well, perhaps you might have if he had been a little nicer, and not grabbed you and stuffed you in a cage the moment he found you. Then a realization hit you. The man’s deepest vice was greed. Hence why, when he saw you, he saw nothing but profit. You wonder if this will be a common occurrence. $Click[With all eyes on you, you simply let out a small whine, doing your best to try and play the part of a confused feral animal. What use would they have to keep around anyhow if they thought you were just a wild wolf? The entire room erupts into laughter once again. The butcher starts blabbering. $NorthMen[“He talks! I heard him! He does! Honest!”]] $Click[$Jarl[“Gah enough, send him to the prisons for a night, perhaps by the morning the mushrooms will have worn off. Crazy old butcher.”] The butcher drops your cage, you land with a thud. His hands reach out to try and grab it, but he’s taken away before he can take you with him. $Click[“Oh and as for his pet, put him in my quarters. I’ve always wanted a dog.”] He’d say. A what? A pet?] $Click[Your ears perk up and you start to shuffle around, but there’s nothing you can do to stop yourself being carried away into the Jarl’s bedchambers. [[Next ->Jarls Bedchambers]] ]

(set: $ButcherAlly to true) $Ala[“H-hello?”] You say, a little timidly. $Click[Gasps of surprise, and exclemations of $NorthMen[“He talks!”] Rings out among the hall, various wolves shuffling to look closer. The Butcher stands front and centre, suddenly full of confidence. $Click[“That he does! Truly, a creation of the gods, most likely, a direct descendant of Faolan no less, the great-father!”] You cock your head to the side, you’re not sure what they’re talking about, but you’re able to recognize that these biped wolves clearly worship some sort of deity. They have never seen a four legged feral able to speak before, and clearly, they see it as some kind of religious intervention.] $Click[$Jarl[“Very well Butcher. Your prices are as extortionate as always, but no price is to great when it comes to possessing a direct descendant of Faolan.”] The Jarl raises two fingers, motioning to one of his men. With a toss of a coin purse, you find your cage being exchanged between hands. Already it’s starting to feel claustrophobic in the tight confines of the metal cage. $Jarl[“Put him in my chambers, we have much to discuss. But for now, people of Kraven, drink and rejoice for the God’s have chosen me!”]] $Click[Cries of cheers went out, as tankards full of strong drink clashed together and spray all over the floor. You also hear music, though it soon becomes muffled as you’re brought into the Jarl’s chambers. [[Next->Jarls Bedchambers]] ]

(if: $ButcherAlly is true)[ With your cage placed on top of a table, you’re left to stare at the room and wait. The room itself is decorated with trophies, swords and shields. You also see various artifacts on display, tapestries of different lands, different people and different idols. It’s clear to see what idol is central. Surrounded by candles, a wolf figure sat on a high up shelf. It’s face looked lifeless, yet angry at the same time. It unnerves you and sends a shiver down your spine. $Click[On the same table which your cage rests upon, you notice various maps strewed across the table. You see that the Jarl, at some point, was writing a little. To your surprise, you find yourself being able to read the letter just fine.] $Click[$LetterText+(align:"<==>")+(box:"XXX==")[Alfred Cresentmaw, I find myself writing to you for a favour. You recall my son, Ivar? Recently he’s been more and more troublesome. I can see hunger in his eyes, he wants to be king, but he’s not yet ready to be ruler. We’ve long since wishes for a strong alliance between our families. I propose and arranged marriage. Surely we can both benefit, and my son can learn a bit of responsibility with a strong woman like your daughter in his hands. As (text-style:"wavy-strike")[you know~ Please consid~ It would be deeply bene~]]] $Click[The letter ends there. Clearly the Jarl wasn’t sure how to end his communication. But, you’re sure you can somehow use this to your advantage in getting out of this cage. After a few more painful hours of waiting, the Jarl walks into his bedchambers. Smelling strongly of booze, he takes a stool and drags it across the floor. He sits on it and looks directly at you.] $Click[$Jarl[“You best be worth every coin I paid for you.”] He said, a slight growl in his voice.] $Click[$Ala[“I am!”] You say, a little taken back at his sharp intuition.] $Click[$Jarl[“Are you some kind of God? Or send by some God to do their bidding? Tell me wolf, why have you come here?”] [[Tell the Truth about the demon and that you're here to spread corruption->KVTruth]] [[Lie, pretend that you're one of his Gods.->KVLie]] ] ] (else:)[ With your cage placed on top of a table, you’re left to stare at the room and wait. The room itself is decorated with trophies, swords and shields. You also see various artifacts on display, tapestries of different lands, different people and different idols. It’s clear to see what idol is central. Surrounded by candles, a wolf figure sat on a high up shelf. It’s face looked lifeless, yet angry at the same time. It unnerves you and sends a shiver down your spine. $Click[On the same table which your cage rests upon, you notice various maps strewed across the table. You see that the Jarl, at some point, was writing a little. To your surprise, you find yourself being able to read the letter just fine.] $Click[$LetterText+(align:"<==>")+(box:"XXX==")[Alfred Cresentmaw, I find myself writing to you for a favour. You recall my son, Ivar? Recently he’s been more and more troublesome. I can see hunger in his eyes, he wants to be king, but he’s not yet ready to be ruler. We’ve long since wishes for a strong alliance between our families. I propose and arranged marriage. Surely we can both benefit, and my son can learn a bit of responsibility with a strong woman like your daughter in his hands. As (text-style:"wavy-strike")[you know~ Please consid~ It would be deeply bene]]~ $Click[The letter ends there. Clearly the Jarl wasn’t sure how to end his communication. But, you’re sure you can somehow use this to your advantage in getting out of this cage. After a few more painful hours of waiting, the Jarl walks into his bedchambers. Smelling strongly of booze, he takes a stool and drags it across the floor. He sits on it and looks directly at you.] $Click[$Jarl[“I know you can speak.”] He said, plainly.] $Click[$Ala[“How?”] You ask, a little taken back at his sharp intuition.] $Click[$Jarl[“Your expressions. As Jarl, you must get used to judging a person not by their words, but by their expression. But don't worry, that greedy butcher's night in a cell has been long overdue. Now, what is your name, and what God has brought you to us, and why?”] [[Tell the Truth about the demon and that you're here to spread corruption->KVTruth]] [[Lie, pretend that you're one of his Gods.->KVLie]] ]]]

You see a bunch of Varger on a boat, their boat is full of lines, nets and tackles. One of them calls you over. “Hey $name, come with us! We could use the fortune of a God!” A Varger calls. [[Join them.]] [[Return to the Docks.->KVDocks]]

(set: $KVTruth to true) $Ala[“No... Well. My name is $name I was sent by a demon, not a God. Or, not one you know... I don't think. Though, she never did tell me her name. My kind have always been able to speak."] You look away with a soft wince, it would have been a good detail to at least get her name. $Ala["But, she sent me to spread corruption. She wants to rule, take over... And I don't know what I can do about it." You whine hopelessly.] $Click[The Jarl strokes the golden bear on his chin, nodding his head slowly and leaning back on his chair. $Jarl[“Well, I thank your honesty, $name. It's not an easy thing to stand up against a demon. I am Yarl Frode the wise.] (if: $ButcherAlly is true)[$Jarl[And, since I own you now, I demand that you, in fact, create the facade of being a God!"] He chuckled, his laugh vibrating the room slightly as he scratched his chin in thought. $Jarl["Hm, yes yes. Don't worry, I won't keep you bound here to me forever. In fact, I would like to help you, help rid you of this demon, and claim such a glory for myself. But first, I also have an imporatnt favour to ask of you.]](else:)[$Jarl[And, I would quiet like to help you in ridding yourself and this world, of such a demon. But, I have a favour to ask of your first.]]] $Click[Of course, it couldn't just be simple could it? With everyone seeing their desires in you, you wonder just how hopeless this take you've been given is.] $Click[$Ala["What is it?"] You ask, as Jarl Forde, taking in a deep breath. $Jarl["It's simple. In a few days, we will head out to meet an... 'Old friend' of mine. All I need you to do, is be my loyal Godly companion. Walk around town. Talk with the fellows, inspire even the most athiestic. The other rulers are sure to see me as their rightful king, now that I've been chosed by the Gods."]] $Click[You nod, though, it's not like you really have a choice. $Jarl["Wearing this will give you some protection around town."] The Jarl gets up, routing through his closets to find a simple collar. It has on it, beatifully cast into metal, the markings you've seen all along the walls, pillars and streets of the town. Surely, it was his mark. Unlatching the cage, he wraps the collar around your neck. It's secured with a simple buckle. You could probably struggle out of it if you tried, but, while walking around Kraven, it was probably best to wear it.] (set:$KVCollarUnlocked to true) (set:$KVCollarWorn to true) $Click[He then stands back, and you're free to jump off the table and walk around normally. Compared to your small two feet or so, he's a giagantic 7 foot. He's so tall, your neck barely goes past his knee. [[Next->Yarl's Chambers]] ]

(set: $KVTurth to false) $Ala[“Yes! I’m a God, my name is $name. A-and, I’ve come here to help your people, take away their… Stress.”] You say, your cheeks blushing slightly as you utter the words from your mouth. $Click[The Jarl strokes the golden beard on his chin, nodding his head slowly and leaning back on his chair. $Jarl[“Well, I thank you for gracing me with your presence, $name. I am Yarl Frode the wise.] (if: $ButcherAlly is true)[$Jarl[And, since I own you now, it's only right that I demand you do a favour for me. It's what you're here to do anyway, right?"]](else:)[$Jarl[But, since I helped you get rid of that butcher, I think you owe me a little favour.]]] $Click[Of course, it couldn't just be simple could it? With everyone seeing their desires in you, you wonder just how hopeless this take you've been given is.] $Click[$Ala["What is it?"] You ask, as Jarl Forde, taking in a deep breath. $Jarl["Something very easy, on your end. Walk around town. Talk with the fellows, inspire even the most athiestic. In a few days, we will head out to meet an... 'Old friend' of mine. All I need you to do, is be my loyal Godly companion. All the other rulers are sure to see me as their rightful king, now that I've been chosed by the Gods."]] $Click[You nod, though, it's not like you really have a choice. $Jarl["Wearing this will give you some protection around town."] The Jarl gets up, routing through his closets to find a simple collar. It has on it, beatifully cast into metal, the markings you've seen all along the walls, pillars and streets of the town. Surely, it was his mark. Unlatching the cage, he wraps the collar around your neck. It's secured with a simple buckle. You could probably struggle out of it if you tried, but, while walking around Kraven, it was probably best to wear it.] $Click[He then stands back, and you're free to jump off the table and walk around normally. Compared to your small two feet or so, he's a giagantic 7 foot. He's so tall, your neck barely goes past his knee. [[Next->Yarl's Chambers]] ]

Jarl's Bedchambers You’re stood in the Jarl’s bedchambers. It’s peaceful, and warm. The crackling of fire coming from a fireplace adds a nice atmosphere. Pelts and such are laid strewn across the floor, frighteningly you recognize some of the pelts as your kin. It makes you feel a little uncomfortable to walk on them. The Jarl is sat at his desk, he seems to be writing something into. He looks a little anxious. Every now and then, he takes in a deep breath, scribbles something out, and continues writing. The writing tensile looks like a thin piece of a chalk-like material. You’ve never seen it before. You could decide to bother the Jarl, or there’s a comfy warm place to sleep. Or, you could go back into the main hall. [[Ask the Jarl about the favour]] [[Take a moment to rest in the Jarl's bedchambers.]] [[KV Main Hall]] (if: $ButcherAlly is false) [ [[Ask the Jarl about the butcher.]] ]

(if: $KVCorruption < 49)[(bg:red)[This is the finale for the Kraven section of the game. It's still being worked on.] [[Return->Yarl's Chambers]] ] ] (else:)[$Jarl["I don't feel as though my people are inspired enough yet, small wolf. Go about town, prove to them your godliness. Just speaking should be enough for most.] [[Return->Yarl's Chambers]] ]

You take a moment to rest in the Jarl's chambers. The Yarl doesn't seem to mind you, nor is he particularly affectionate towards you. Perhaps you are able to change that. Finding yourself a nice bundle of furs to rest your head in, you close your eyes and sleep. You can hear the distant sounds of tankards clashing together, laughter occasionally stirring you your sleepy haze until eventually sleep takes you. You have a good nights rest by the fire and wake up feeling refreshed. [[Next ->Yarl's Chambers]]

Kraven Main Hall You're int he Jarl's Keep's main hall. There's a large hearth in the centre keeping everyone and everything warm and toasty. There's a strong smell of booze in the air, while the large wolf-men stubmle, sing and joke around. (if: $ButcherAlly is true)[You see the Butcher enjoying his earnings. He's got a whole barrel of strong ale to himself, his cup endlessly flowing, various wolf-men gathered around him, listening in, trying their best to sound interested. It's clear the Butcher's only experience and tales are all related to meat and the carving of meat. Spotting you, the Butcher raises his mug, downing mawful after mawful of Ale. You grumble softly.] Across the hall, there's a Wolfman. He seems popular, there's a decent crowd around him. And, although those around him seem intent to listen to his stories, he often interrupts to eye you up, looking upon your hungrily, sometimes licking his lips before returning to his drink and stories. Must be Ivar. In the corner of the room there's a wolf-dog with a vacent expression. It doesn't seem like he'll interact with you, yet he's always watching witch cold, glassy and intelligent eyes. Eyes that look far more intelligent than the other animls you've seen. (if:$IvarPlanKnow is true)[ [[Sit with Ivar]] ] (else:)[ [[Talk to Ivar]] ] (if: $ButcherAlly is true)[[Talk to the Butcher]] [[Enter the Jarl's Chambers->Yarl's Chambers]] [[Leave the main hall->Kraven City HUB]]

(set: $IV1 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $IV1)[ Have you come to a decision yet pooch? [[Say you need more time. ->IvrMoreTime]] [[Side with Ivar.->SideWithIvar]] ] (Else:)[ You approach Ivar. The wide grinning Kraven wolf raises a tankard to you as you come closer. Without warning, and with a strong grip, he picks you up by the collar. You choke, unable to breathe for a few seconds until your paws land on a wooden bench seat, and the grip of his hand suddenly lowers against you. He pulls you against him, firmly. So firmly in fact, you find it a little hard to breathe. "The godly pooch has fianlly come to join us boys, raise a tankard!" He yells. The clashing of mugs ring throughout the hall, along with a chorus of gulps shortly after. After drinking their fill, most go back to chatting in their groups, Ivar however has his attention on you. "I take it my father wants to use you to boost his status." His gaze turned away, the whuf chuffing and giving a slight chuckle. "What do you think of my father pooch? The Yarl." [[He's a very wise man.->IVGood]] [[It's too early to share an opinion. ->IVNeutral]] [[His age has made him soft. ->IVBad]] ]

$NorthMen["You made me a pretty penny God, thank you for your blessing."] (if:$IvarPlot is true)[ [[Ask the butcher for help exposing Ivar's plot to the Jarl.]] ] [[Sit down and talk with the Butcher.]] [[Leave ->KV Main Hall]]

Touching the image projected on the stone, you feel a sense of ‘numbness’. For a second, you’re everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time until suddenly, you find yourself on the bustling streets of Kraven city. [[Next->Kraven City HUB]]

Appraoching the Jarl you dip you head slightly and ask $Ala["Do I need to worry about that butcher?"] The Jarl turned his attention to you. Slowly, he leaned back on his seat, scratching his chin slowly. $Jarl["Saltra? Perhaps. But with the collar I gave you, you're under my protection. Ask for my assistance if you feel threatened." ] [[Return->Yarl's Chambers]]

$Ala["I think that he's a very wise man."] You say, hoping to please. $Click[$Ivar["Tch."] Ivar tuts, shaking his head. $Ivar["Wisdom is an illusion, little doggy."] The large wolf-man leans in against you, his maw close to your ear, his words coming out a little more threateningly. $Ivar["And I also know, a runt like you is no God."]] $Click[(go-to:"IvarPlot")]

$Ala["It's not really my place to question such things..."] You say meekly, as Ivar's maw comes ever closer to you. $Click[$Ivar["Is that so? Interesting that a God such as yourself would be unwilling to question the judgement of mere mortals.] The comment seem to foster a chuckle from the other wolf-men in the room. Ivar smiled and drank, until each one of them had broken off into their separate conversations. He then leans in close, his maw hovering above your ear. $Ivar["Unless of course, you are in fact, not a God. But just an underdeveloped one of us."] He gave a slightly condecending pat along your back. Your entire body shivers from head to tailtip.] $Click[(go-to:"IvarPlot")]

$Ala["I think sometimes, as folks grow a little old, their hearts can often grow weak."] You whisper, keeping your voice down. Ivar leans in, nodding. $Click[$Ivar["I knew from the start, you were not a God. But, despite your under-developed body, I can see your brain is at the same level of our kin."] He'd say with a chuckle. Once more his arm came around you and he pulled you in further. You could smell the same sweet fermented smell which was on many of the Kraven folk's breaths.] $Click[(go-to:"IvarPlot")]

(set: $IvarPlot to true) $Ivar["My Father needs to go. His peers look down on him. They don't respect him. I bet he wants to use you to make himself look good. But why would the Gods choose a feeble, week old man like him to bless with the divine offspring of Faolan? Hm?"] A smile grows from one side of his maw to the other. An arm swings around you, his hand reaching down to your nethers. $Ivar["Side with me, and listen to my plan. And you will be rewarded greatly. You could have land, title, servants under my banner."] You feel his paw start to stroke your sheath gently. Your cheeks turn a shade of red. It seems nobody is paying attention though. $Ivar [Betray me however and..."] His hand suddenly tightens around your balls. You have to fight hard to silence a yelp. $Click[$Ivar["So what will it be, Pooch?"]] [[Side with Ivar against the Jarl ->SideWithIvar]] [[Tell him you need more time ->IvarMoreTime]] [[Refuse his proposal ->IvarRefusal]]

$Ala["Alright. You have a deal. I will help you"] The large wolf-man smiles, rasiing a hand to rub it all around your headfluff. $Ivar["I knew you'd see sense, little wolf. Meet me later, behind the great hall. We will discuss how to usurp the old Jarl."] $Click[ [[Next->IvarPlan]] ]

The brutish paw keeps its hold for a few more excruciating minutes, before letting go. The gasp slightly, a whince coming out from your maw. (set: $IvarDecision to false) $Ivar["I suppose that's fair. Perhaps you need more time to... Make the right conclusion. I will give you time to decide, but patience was never one of my many virtues."] He said as he released your grip, and pushed you along. $Ivar["Now as much as I enjoy your company, you have better things to be getting on with."] He'd say with a slight pat. $Click[(go-to:"KV Main Hall")]

The brutish paw keeps its hold for a few more excruciating minutes, if it lasts any long you think he might just pop them. but before that happens, he finally lets go. You gasp slightly, a whince coming out from your maw. (set: $IvarDecision to false) $Ivar["I suppose it's unfair to expect you to agree so quickly, being a newcomer. I will give you time to decide, but patience was never one of my many virtues."] He said as he released his grip on you, and pushed you along. $Ivar["Now as much as I enjoy your company, you have better things to be getting on with."] He'd say with a slight pat. $Click[(go-to:"KV Main Hall")]

$Ivar["Very well Pooch, but don't keep me waiting fo too long. Wouldn't want me to think you're... Up to somethng, 'God'."] He smirked and raised his tankard, patting you on the back while gently pushing you away. $Click[(go-to:"KV Main Hall")]

It's late at night. You hear the distant cries of drankards stumbling home, tripping. The fires have begun to smoulder, black smoke raising into the moonlit sky. There is a feeling of danger in the air. You're behind the great hall, stood in a clostrophic alleyway where you agreed to meet Ivar. To go over his plan to usurp the Jarl. You start to think maybe, it was a trick. A trap. A shady figure in a cloak emegrges from the only exit from the alleyway, blocking you in. The shadwy figure says nothing, but paces towards you. He starts slow, but gains speed, the mud and snow squelching with each footstep, your heart races as he draws closer and closer, until... $Click[$Ivar["Good pooch. You came. But we must make this brief."] He says, pressing his back up against the wooden side of the great hall's wall and sliding down until he's almost sitting at eye level. With a callous tug to your collar, he pulls you in closer, his voice now a whisper. $Ivar["My father's plan, no doubt, is to parade you around to each and every Jarl, in a vie to get power and support. But that old man will never live to be a king. He's foolish. He's always been a laughing stock, which is why I must reclaim my family's glory and kill him!"] You listen intently and nod, though his grip is slightly cutting off your air.] $Click[$Ivar["Though, if I were to simply kill him, I'd be seen as an ursurper. No, I need you to justify it. Justify that it was the will of the Gods. And I have just the perfect plan as to how..."] $Ivar["Every 3 years, we have a festival, to the god of god, Faolan. The next festival takes place in a few days time. No doubt, my father intends to use you to prove, to Jarl Edgbert, that he is chosen by the Gods."]] $Click[$Ivar["My plan is to find another wolf, identical in appearance to yourself. Or, at least a close enough match. But one that is feral, wild, savage. One which will ruin my father, kill him. Then, once my father is dead, and the feral wolf is struck down, I'll take away the carcass, swap it with you, and it will be as though you have risen from the dead. Proving your divinity and you will announce to all that I am the one chosen by the gods!] By now, Ivar was no longer whispering, and his grip around your collar had made your throat sore, it's hard to breathe. Realizing this, he lets go, you're given a chance to breathe. [[Ask what you'll get in return.]] [[Next->IvarPlanClose]] ]

$Ivar["Well, anything you want. Within reason of course. Your legacy, and the stories that will become of it will be enough to make me rightful king. But if you wanted to stay and help, your rewards will grow much... larger."] [[Ask for help defeating the demon.]] [[Next->IvarPlanClose]]

(set:$IvarPlanKnow to true) (text-colour:#f03e3e)[''"Hey is someone there?!"''] $Click[Your fur stands on end. But, Ivar seems to have a plan. With a quick jerk, he forces open a flap. It's just large enough for you to be pushed inside, which he does with a forceful shove. Once inside, the flap closes and you're in total darkness. The air is dry and you can smell grain all around you. Then, you hear Ivar, but his voice is slurred, slow and loud.] $Click[(if:$ButcherAlly is false)[$Ivar["Aaah Z-z-Saltra, c'mon have a drink."] You haer Ivar say. Then, rapid footsteps.] $Click[$NorthMen["Where is he Ivar? Heard him, I can smell him! He's no god, he's a lying little-.] Suddenly, your little hiding hole is filled with dim moonlight. You're grabbed by your collar, and before you can fight back, the butcher is dragging you onto the ground. $Ivar["No wai-!"] Ivar calls. You look up to see a large axe getting larger, and larger until...] $Click[You feel pain. It's brief, and then it's gone. The Butcher and Ivar get into a spat, but you don't see the outcome. (goto:"ButcherDeath")]] (else:)[$Click[$Northmen["Ivar? Is that you? Watcha doing back here you sill git, c'mon."] You hear. $Ivar["Eey, Byern C'mon] ''hicc'' $Ivar["Byerr! 'Av-a drink with me."] You hear, it's a pretty convincing drunken in impression.] $Click[$Northmen["Gah, let's get you home.] You hear the sound of footsteps coming closer, and with a heave, the stranger carries Ivar out of the ally. After a few minutes, you feel it's safe to leave. Pushing the flap open, you squeeze out and head to the Jarl's chambers for a night of rest, your head heavy with different thoughts. Both the Jarl and his son promised to help you. But, with or without your help, Ivar will surely find a way to kill his father. He's younger, and might be more willing to heavily reward you for the risk. Then again, the Jarl has treated you well. If you were to fail, you'd surely be killed and recieve no help.] $Click[You spend the night curled by the Jarl's fire. And as night breaks into day, you head out into the main hall once again. [[Main hall ->KV Main Hall]] ]]

$Ivar["A demon sent you here to cause corruption hm? As though place isn't already beatifully flowing with it already. But, it makes sense. I've felt a... strong pull towards you the moment I laid eyes on your cute, manipulable form. You know many people wish for nothing more, than to be desired in such a way."] He'd say as he leaned in against your ear, holding you closely for a moment. $Ivar["But I can see how being enslaved to such a demon can be restrictive. Help me and I'll see what I can do."] [[Next ->IvarPlanClose]]

(set: $DeathCounter to it + 1) (set: $DiedBefore to true) You've died $DeathCounter times. [[Next->ButcherEnd]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, punishment/torture ahead.]]

You feel heat all around. Everything is orange. Sickly. There's a hue. You can hear barking, and the roaring of fire. The air is so humid, it almost makes you sneeze. (set:$FirstPunishmentDone to true) $DMS["You really fucked up, didn't you?"] You hear a voice, although soft, you can detect a hint of anger in there. $DMS["Tell me omega, betraying the first two people you meet, were you trying to spur their desires or are you trying to defy me?"] $Click[Openeing your eyes, everything is a blur. But through the blur you can see the demon sitting on a chair, no, a kind of throne made of twisted crimson wood. All around her, are canines. Their fur as black as charcoal, this beady eyes looking angrliy at your strewed out form. [[Make an excuse.]] [[Apologize]] ]

$Ala[“I’m sorry, I just… I thought you wanted to cause chaos and, y’know, tha-“] Before you can speak another word, you feel a large heavy foot slam against your muzzle, pinning it to the ground. Your tongue gets stuck in your teeth, and so you let a out an internal muffled yelp as you feel slight blood. Then her foot starts to heat up. $Click[$DMS[“I told you to spread corruption, not chaos, stupid dog.”] She spat. Her foot became hotter and hotter, until it started to burn and singe your fur. You try to pull against it, but she doesn’t let you go, her eyes aflame with anger. Then, with a kick, she releases your maw, and you’re left whimpering, your paws raising to cover your aching, burning maw, tears streaming down your face already. [[Next->DPunish1.1]] ]

$Ala[“I’m sorry, it was an accident! I would never betray you I swear!”] Before you can speak another word, you feel a large heavy foot slam against your muzzle, pinning it to the ground. Your tongue gets stuck in your teeth, and so you let a out an internal muffled yelp as you feel slight blood. Then her foot starts to heat up. $Click[$DMS[“Of course you wouldn’t, that would be exceptionally stupid, even for you. Don’t you dare think for a second that I’m not watching.”] She spat. Her foot became hotter and hotter, until it started to burn and singe your fur. You try to pull against it, but she doesn’t let you go, her eyes aflame with anger. Then, with a kick, she releases your maw, and you’re left whimpering, your paws raising to cover your aching, burning maw, tears streaming down your face already. [[Next->DPunish1.1]] ]

(if: $IvarPlanKnow is false)[ $NorthMen["This is most serios small wolf."] The Butcher says as he takes a swig of his ale, it drips down his chin before being soaked up by his beard. He takes a moment to think, nodding to himself... $NorthMen["We don't know enough about his plan yey. I suggest you go along, see what he has to say. Perhaps then, we can come up with a plan."] [[Return->Talk to the Butcher]] ] (else:)[$NorthMen["This is more seriois than I could have imagined. You did well to hear his plan. Arrange to meet with him tonight, beside the hall. Like a rat seeking scraps of meat, we'll catch the ursurper in a trap."] He says with slight chuckle. $NorthMen["And I'll surely be rewarded for it..."] (set:$ButcherPlan to true) [[Return->Talk to the Butcher]] ]

$NorthMen["How is the little money maker of a pooch?"] The man asks. He's barely even changed or washed, his fur still stained from his previous profession of butchery, while he holds a newly puchased tankard of strong drink. His breath is all but pleasant. =|= [[Ask about the Jarl]] =|= [[Ask about Ivar]] =|= [[Ask what he'll do next.]] =|= [[Finish talking to the butcher->KV Main Hall]] |==|

Ivar scoops you up, and not before long, his hands are all over you. $Ivar["The time to move to Alfred CresentMaw's kingdom is nearly here pooch, are you ready for your glory?"] [[Seduce Ivar]] (if:$ButcherPlan is true)[ [[Say you need meet with Ivar tonight, besidethe Main hall.->IVarTrap]] (if:$ContentWarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, Ivar will not be able to be interacted with after this event.]]] [[Return->KV Main Hall]]

(if:$ChastityWorn is true)+(if:$HarnessWorn is true)[(goto:"KVHallGangBang")] (else:)[ Ivar looks at you, he holds you close, you can see he's clearly tempted you use and claim you. But you're not premiscious enough for him right now. He won't risk his reputation using you in your current state.] (link:"Show Hint")[You must have the harness and chastity equipt before Ivar will feel comfortable using you in the hall. (link:"Show Hint 2")[To obtain these items, you must in some way fail epically in Kraven.]] [[Return->KV Main Hall]]

Ivar gives a nod and returns to his drink. (This plotline is still being worked on.) [[return->Kraven City HUB]]

As you’re walking arounbd the docks, your curiosity soon gets the better of you. You see an open boat, and a few Varger seitting around on the boat. [[Investigate the boat.]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, Slavery, bestiality and noncon ahead.]] [[Return to the docks.->KVDocks]]

You’re walking on the forest following a beaten path. In the distance, you see a man running towards you. A Wolfman, one of the Varger. He’s yelling something, you’re not sure what but he seems alarmed. You walk towards him. Seeing you he stops and look at you. Of course, he sees what looks like to him a while animal. Though, mere seconds after seeing you, the man suddenly falls over. $Click[As he falls into the dirt, his body makes a loud ‘splosh’. Sticking out of his back was an arrow. ] (if:$KVCollarWorn is true)[$Click[You gasp and take a step back, when another arrow flies past you, then another hits your shoulder. The arrow goes deep, it makes your yelp… It’s stuck in there. You see a few men run towards you, dressed in hooded uniforms and holding bows. Outlaws. Wounded, you can’t hope to run. Instead you roll over… One the bandits come up to you. $NorthMen[“Aw look, you hit a dog! Go on, you’ll have to put him out of his misery now.”] He says, you hear a bow being drawn back. You survival instincts kick in, and against your better judgement, you open your mouth and whine. $Ala[“W-wait no, please!”] you beg, your paws moving up to your eyes, covering them.] $Click[$NorthMen[“Wait a minute.”] One of the bandits say, getting closer and closer to your form. They look at the collar and gasp. $NorthMen[“Boys, we’re rich! The rumours are true, a talking dog said to be a ‘God’ walked into Kraven (if:$ButcherAlly is true)[and the Jarl bought him for a fortune!"](else:)[and offered himself to the Jarl! Caused some commotion too from what I heard."] You wonder if the commotion he talks about is the Butcher your screwed over.]] $NorthMen[“You’re right! He exists! Bag ‘im boys. This one will sell for a pretty penny.”] He says with a chuckle. [[Next->OutlawCamp]] ] (else:)[$Click[Without the collar, the outlaws will no doubt see you as just a wild animal. One with no special protection from the Jarl, you figure it best to quickly turn tail and run back to the city as fast as you can. [[Return->KVOutskirts]] ] ]

You venture far outside of Kraven’s walls, keeping along the well-trodden paths this time. You keep you head high, and tail waving. (if:$KVCollarWarn is true)[You feel safe and protected with the thick leather collar showing you're under the protection of this land's ruler.](else:)[You feel a little naked without the collar. Knowing there are outlaws about, there's no saying what they might do to you if they see you without your collar.] After a few hours of walking, you can see in the distance a small hamelet. The buildings look stern and craggy, unlike the strong solid architecture of the city, and they're far more spread out. There's fields inbetween and a modest market with a mere 3 stalls, only 1 was corrently occupied. [[Approach the small hamlet.]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, non-anthro, slavery, humiliation ahead]] [[Return to the City.->KVOutskirts]]

You venture out into the woods. After a bit of walking, you hear the a chorus of howls. You’d recognize those voices anywhere, the voice of your own kin! Well, half-kin. Do you pay them a visit? $Click[ [[Run towards the Wolf Pack.]] [[Run back to Kraven.->KVOutskirts]] ]

You’re walking and walking. In the distance you see a mountain. It’s starting to snow, despite the seasons turning to spring. The entire area ahead is covered in so much snow, that putting your weight onto one paws means you sink deep into it, and are far from reaching the bottom. But, the further you go, and look back at Kraven, the more beautiful and stunning the view is. The route ahead could get dangerous… Perhaps it’d be a good idea to turn back. [[Press onwards.]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Warning, noncon/death ahead]] [[Turn Back towards Kraven ->KVOutskirts]]

(set: $FR1 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $FR1)[After a fair bit of walking, you see a large effigy in the distance, shaped in the shape of a wolf. It’s the Faolan worshiper’s camp! You shudder, vaguely remember your last encounter with them and what it had led to. [[Approach the Faolan Worshipers]] [[Run back towards Kraven un-noticed.->KVOutskirts]] ] (else:)[ You’re walking through the woods. It’s a nice day, the birds are singing, it’s peaceful. Until a piece of rope suddenly latches around your neck. A snare! With sudden force, you feel your body flung up into the air, left to dangle on the branch of a nearby tree. Your body dangles, helplessly. $Click[Your body is left to dangle for hours… your brain starts to fog as the blood is forced against your head, giving you a terrible headache. You’ve long since given up calling for help, and have surrendered to fatigue. Sleepily you close your eyes. Your brief suspended nap is interrupted by a bundle of rope being forced around your maw. With a swing of a sword, the rope keeping you suspended is cut. Your body lands with an ‘umph’. On the ground, you get up and try to cuss your attackers, but your muzzle is tightly bound shut. The unknown attackers waste no time in trussing you up, your paws bound, hogtied, your attached to a stick, where two large, mostly naked wolf-men pick you up.] $Click[(text-colour:#b197fc)[“Foalan would be pleased! What a wonderful specimen. Faolan will witness our sacrifice today.”] A feminine voice called. You glance to a woman, her body covered in red paints and pigments. At least, so you hope they are. (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Are you sure it’s a wolf?”] Another voice female objected, looking at you a little closer. (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Of course, just a little small.”] The other replies. (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Nonsense. Then tell me, why is he wearing a collar with the Kraven banner? Surely, it’s a dog.”]] $Click[You whine loudly and squirm, wiggling around. But it’s no good. One of the wolf men simple pets you on the head, telling you to settle down. Clearly, they don’t recognize your ability to talk. (text-colour:#b197fc)[“We’ll let the elder decide, c’mon, let’s go.”] You feel yourself being carried off, you body bobbing left and right.] $Click[Hours pass by. It’s nightfall, but you can see a village in the distance, illuminated by bonfires. The closer you get, you hear singing, dancing. It’s percussive and deep. You see a huge effigy of some sort, made up of twisted bound sticks, yet elaborately decorated. It’s in the shape of a wolf. Your recognize it as Faolan. Under the effigy, you’re taken into a small building, where the wolf men cut you loose on a soft cushion. Your mouth is unbound also. You feel a deep mystical power in the area. Ahead of you, his back turned, sits a figure. His shrouded in a cloak. Slowly, he turns around and reveals himself. His fur was once back, but now tattered with grey and white. His eyes however, were non-existent.] $Click[(text-colour:#b197fc)[“Elder, we caught this wolf… But I’m not… What it is…”] $NorthMen[“Bring it closer.”] He said, his voice was barely a hiss. A pair of spindly, slender hands soon start to rub around you. You pull back slightly. But, in contrast, the blind elder pulls you forward, this time his maw open and tongue licking along your face. The smell is rancid. [[Try to say something.]] [[Keep Quiet]] ] ]

It’s hard. But you try to mumble something that might come out as intelligible through under the bindings around your muzzle. The elder perks up, before his maw goes into shock… (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Dear Elder, what’s wrong?”] $Click[$NorthMen[“This one… Like Faolan himself, he speaks!”] (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Does that mean he’s a direct descendant? A God?”] The wolfman asked, you could feel the sudden excitement around the room. But, the elder shook his head. $NorthMen[”No the, ancients did not tell me they would be sending anyone. And, I sense deep, deep evil. Black magic surrounding this wolf.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#b197fc)[“What are we to do?”] Asked a feminine voice.] $Click[$NorthMen[“It seems to me and evil spirit has taken hold of this poor wolf. We must exorcise this demon.”] (text-colour:#b197fc)[“How do we do that?”]] $Click[$NorthMen[“There is only one way… We must kill the host, at the altar. The eternal flames will keep the spirit trapped, where I may vanquish it.”] You eyes go wide, the struggle, your breath comes in fast quick breaths. You turn to turn, but before you can move a step, two large wolf men jump on you, and start trussing you up in a hogtie once again. Once secured, they march you out the same way you come in. The binding is never removed.] $Click[The small religious hamlet is a buzz it seems, news spreading like wildfire. Talk going all around. But, nobody would dare defy the elder. You’re left to wait for the midnight in a small cage, isolated and alone, waiting to die. Your cage is brought to a circle. The whole villages is adorned in white and red paints. The music is loud, and the full moon beams down. The circle is surrounded by large stones lit aflame. You wonder… No… Pray that the demon might come down and save you. Even if you’re brought back, you doubt whether it will really work. Once time had to be the last time right? The demon’s power couldn’t be infinite?] $Click[Your cage is carried onto the stone table on the middle. Rope is attached to each of your limbs, stretching you, belly against the stone. You tremble, as the elder prepares an ancient wavy dagger. He starts chanting. You find you can’t understand the words, but they hurt. They force your ears to ring in pain. You whine loudly… Until. Two sudden barks appear. $NorthMen[“F-Fang?!”] The elder cried. Suddenly, a large, muscular, feral wolf jumps up on top of you. His force feels like a boulder as he jumps upon you with one mission. His legs go back and forth frantically, humping your small form.] $Click[You’re shocked and confused. Was this part of the ritual?! (text-colour:#b197fc)[“Fang get o-“] $NorthMem[“Silence.”] The Elder said, waving the wolfman away. $NorthMen[“If Faolan sees pleasure, in having part of this demon’s exorcism, he may.”] Faolan? It was just a dumb, horny mutt! Not some God, who was humping you. You could tell, you pack had some interactions with ferals before. You saw them as stupid, under-developed. Beneath you. Now you were beneath once of them as he frantically thrust, but he wasn’t going to find anything.] $Click[The wolf soon begun to get frustrated, and resorted to biting His powerful jowls rip apart your flesh and fur lit paper, blood spreading around the table. $NorthMen[“Help him out.”] The elder called, and as he did, one of the wolf men came forward. Casually, he helped line up the wolf’s cock with your bound form, and withing seconds the wolf was pushing himself inside you.] $Click[''YELP''] $Click[You cry as he abuses your tailhole. There was no slowing down, it was full on ferocious speed until he knotted with your rear. And when he was stuck, the Elder demanded he be pulled out before I lost any more blood. An early death would ruin the exorcism. Your tailhole cries as the wolf is pulled away, satisficed, your tailhole defiled, bound and helpless. But, as the Elder raised his dagger it would soon be over. You feel it land, piercing your heart.] $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

You figure it wise to keep quiet. Afterall, this is the elder, he seems pretty high up in the wolfmen’s religion and so, it would be unwise to try and trick him into thinking you are some sort of deity. He spoke again, his voice gravelly. $Click[$NorthMen[“I sense a dark force around this wolf. Devious. His small size… He his not pure wolf. He is not worthy. But Fang is sure to get some amusement out of him. Take him away.”] Before you can object, a leash is attached to your collar and you’re dragged away. ] $Click[They don’t take you far. In fact, it’s in a building next door where you see… Wolves. Only you can tell straight away, they’re not sentient like you. No, they’re feral. There’s four of them, you can tell by the scent, all male. In there pen, lay bones strewn all over the place. Soe look to be of prey species, some wolfmen, some perhaps… Other canines. The wolfmen throw you into the pen. Straight away, what you can tell to be the Alpha stands up. He starts to growl at you menacingly. Your pack very rarely interacted with such beasts, seeing them as below you. But they were every bit just as power. It seemed these wolves were especially powerful.] (set: $FB1 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $FB1)[$Click[You see a small wolf. Idnetical to yourself. Your heart beats fast seeing him... It's you! Only he looks totally broken. His body is covered with scars, bites... Bitten to peices. He's rolled over, and you can see his balls and sheath are totally absent, all that remains is a mutilated mess. Rolling over he looks up at you and whines a soft "Help me...". He doesn't actually say it, as he's wearing a gag which kept his maw constantly open, but you can just tell that's what he's saying. What ''you'' are saying. You shudder, but before you can focus any longer on your past, still very concious fate, the Alpha you remember, Fang, pushes you over with a firm paw.]] $Click[You roll over, whimpering softly, your maw still bound there’s nothing you can do. The leader, who you presume to be Fang, from what the elder said, stalks towards you. He sees your display of submission, takes a sniff, and stands over you. Shortly after, you feel his hot golden stream pouring all over your face. Of course. Some things never change. A few of the wolf men take note. Usually it seemed your fate would be death, but the demon’s magic worked equally on the feral minded, as it did the sentient. Perhaps even more so, and already without a word, Fang is on you, thrusting and humping.] $Click[His movements are jittery, ecstatic. There’s no rhyme or reason to them, just pure lust and desire. His muscle form slaps against yours repeatedly as he tries to get hold. His miles off, but yet, his red spear attempts to find your tailhole. The other three wolves gather around you, lustful gazes on their maw. A sudden bite of frustration from fang tell you to keep focus. He’s getting impatient, and it seems he might just chew you up if you don’t comply with his commands. You whine and reluctantly wiggle your rear, lining it up with his thrusts until….] $Click[''YELP''] $Click[He hits his mark. He spears you on his cock, pushing deeper and deeper. The wolfmen around are taken back, some cheer, some clap… They’re all amused at the sight. It’s not long before they start to yell lewd comments. $NorthMen[“Make it your bitch fang!” “About time fang had a dog of his own” There’s a roar of laughter and cheer, as the room gets hotter with lust.] But, it’s over not long after it begun. The feral, carnal mating has no sense of romance, no feeling behind it. Fang had once purpose, to knot inside you and empty his balls inside you. Which he did… Your tailhole stings as he pulls out. But, shortly after another wolf takes his place, equally erratic and ready to bite.] $Click[Time goes by and you’re turned into the male’s bitch. The devout Faolan worshipers keep their prised possessions fed. They seem to believe their god resides in these wolves, that their God can see through them, and of course, anything that gives their God pleasure is welcome. The small hamlet’s blacksmith also makes a few additions. A ring gag is fastened to your jaw, and teeth knocked out, allowing you to service two cock as once. A harness of their own custom design is added, with a ring to your tailhole, allowing the wolves to easily line themselves up with your tailhole. You’re declawed just to eliminate the risk of you harming them. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[Your chastity cage is never removed]] $Click[This is your life now. You’re more or less ignored from the most part. The wolfmen don’t know you can talk. It’s unlikely that you ever will again. With the ring gag fixed on firmly, you’re unable to speak. When any of the prized wolves want to use you, they do. You don’t dare object, but it’s usually over soon. This is your life now, a ritualistic slut made to serve. Somewhere along the way, you feel yourself blacking out... Like in a dream. And then...] (set:$FangToy to true) $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

$Click[Then, everything goes dark.] $Click[You've died $DeathCounter times] (set: $DeathCounter to it + 1) (set: $DiedBefore to true) $Click[No not here. There.] $Click[Nowhere.] $Click[Empty space. ] $Click[A door.] $Click[You step through it…] $Click[The light is blinding. It stings. But, you have all four limbs. You open your eyes to see you’re back at the stone circle.] $Click[ [[Next->HUB]] ]

You approach the village. A few of the worshipers, all wolf-men of course look at you in surrpsie and shock. They’ve never seen a wolf wonder into their camp so willingly. Some of them even start to welcome you, sing your praise. Perhaps this visit would be different. But, before you can take another step, you hear a loud voice ring throughout the camp. $NorthMen[“Catch that dog!”] He said, raising a wooden staff to the sky. $Click[Within seconds, wolfmen surround you, humping on you. Your maw is forced into a leather muzzle, and paws tied up just as tightly as always. No, it seemed returning wasn’t a good idea. Once again, you're borught into the Elder's hut, underneath the large effergy, and bround before him.] $Click[ [[Try to say something.]] [[Keep Quiet]] ]

You press onwards. As you do, the view becomes more and more obscured by thick and heavy snow until you’re in a total white out. You must watch your step, it’s slippery, snowy. The dangerous landscape easily collapses as a sharp cold breeze penetrates your fur and chills you deep to you bones. After an hour, you’re completely lost. You have no idea where to go, or what to do. You’re freezing, you’re sure you’re going to die and in fact, if you’re just going to come back anyway, you wish you could just die to get some relief from the icy cold pain. $Click[However, just in front of you, you see a grand ice cave. Inside, it’s totally black, you can’t see a thing. But you can be it’s much warmer than outside. [[Venture into the cave]] [[Stay outside]] ]

You take a deep breath and venture into the cave. The moment you’re out of the winds icy breeze, you feel better. You shake the fur off your pelt, and whatever is left starts to melt, telling you that it’s even warmer than you thought. The deeper you go, you realize it’s very warm. The ground itself is warm, naturally warm, geothermally warm. You lie down on your belly and bask in the warmth for a moment, even thought your limbs start to ache and hurt. Then, they start to ache and hurt even more. Frostbite. All over your limbs, you can hardly move them. The pain is enough to make you whimper. You regret not staying outside… The pain is worse than you’ve ever felt before, it feels like your limbs are on fire. And what’s worse, you can hardly move them! You feel weak and helpless. You stay relatively close to the entrance for light. Though, the more you look into the black abyss, the more it seems to stare back. Your stomach churns and heart beats a little faster, you never thought you were scared of the dark but something here feels dangerous. Your fur stands on end, your heart pounds against the stone floor when suddenly… The light it gone, cut out almost. You’re in a shadow, the only faint light source obscure. You turn around to see a massive bundle of fur, angry eyes looking down on you. A growl, no, a roar echoing throughout the cave as a paw bigger than your torso swings down against your head and maw. Within seconds, everything goes black… (goto:"Bear")

You decide to stay outside. Who knows what might be inside there. And besides, you’ve heard cold isn’t the most painful way to die right? You just wished it was more.. Quicker. Or perhaps, you could find a small hamlet up here. No need to give up hope now, right? You walk, but the more you walk, the more you feel your paws stop, and freeze up to the point where it’s hard to even move them. Afterall, you’ve long since lost any feeling in them. You lower your head in the snow... It's no use... You feel everything go black. $Click[(goto:"Bear")]

$Click[Then, everything goes dark.] $Click[No not here. There.] $Click[Nowhere.] $Click[Empty space.] $Click[A cave light.] $Click[You open your eyes… It stings.] $Click[You don’t see the stone circle. In fact, you can’t see much at all. It’s still dark, and your limbs are a dull aching throb. You try to recall what happened before everything went dark, but you’re not entirely sure. You remember walking in the snow, but that’s about it. What’s that in front of you?] $Click[You see a mass of fur. A wild musty scent. A bear?!] $Click[Your heart beats faster all of a sudden, you raise you head and look around you and see bones and carcasses strewed around you. You’re in the bear’s feeding area… You’re his next meal! Your ears perk up… He seems to be sleeping now. Perhaps this is your chance to escape.] (set: $FB1 to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $FB1)[$Click[What’s alarming is that… It almost feels like you’ve been here before. You have the faintest memory of being here. That’s when… You see it. It’s you! Or at least, you think it once was you. It’s legs are all an off colour, and it seems the bear has taken large chunks out of it. It stinks of old semen, crusted of all over its form, while its maw was permanently agape. Glancing into his maw, you can see a tunnel going all the way though, like a grotesque piece of art. From maw to tailhole, you can see all the way though the former version of yourself. That’s when your heart beats fast. You recall exactly what the bear will do you if he finds you. You must escape!]] $Click[Stirring, you try to move your legs. But frostbite has totally consumed all for of your limbs. You whine loudly, you can’t help it. The bear slowly rises from his sleep and grumbles. He looks at you, at first, seemingly angry that the piece of meat he thought dead had awoken him from his hibernation sleep. But then, those eyes the look hungry. You know what will come next, and hope it will be fast, so that you can return to the stone circle. You raise you head, exposing your throat, inviting the bear to end your life there and then… However, he doesn’t.] $Click[The demon’s charm on your works its magic, the bear’s deepest vice comes to surface, drowning out his hunger for meat with a different kind of hunger. You know that look well enough from your packmates that you can identify it even in a feral animal. Your heart beasts, and you try to back up… But you can’t, your legs are totally useless. As if fully aware of this fact, the bear licks its massive fangs. You can smell his unwashed wild breath, his hungry eyes never wondering from you, his large maw letting out a hungry growl.] $Click[He wastes no time hooking those sharp, huge, sickle-like sharp claws around your small from. They cut deep into frost bitten limbs, making your eyes water. This wouldn’t be fast; it wouldn’t be easy. With his claws hooked onto you, he’s able to manipulate your small form with ease. You’re so light to him, he can pick you up and carry you. His large, musky tongue licks over your fur, saliva patting it down as he passionately licks over you, his tongue covering every inch of your fur and splattering your rear deeply with his saliva. You feel yourself completely covered.] $Click[The Bear’s foreplay does little to excite you. From a young age you were taught that procreation with feral-minded creatures was a shameful sin, more shameful that sex with a fox. If your pack ever heard of such a thing, you’d surely be made an outcast. The bear however, seems to be in a heavenly trance, a lust which played to his feral mind and manipulated it into behaving in an unnatural way, a corrupted way. It’s tree-trunk sized member had grown to full size… And it looked bigger than your torso.] $Click[Holding you above it, the bear suddenly pushes you against it. The tip goes in fairly easily thanks to your well experienced and trained hole, but the deeper and deeper you’re speared on his tip, the more resistance the bear encounters. You feel yourself completely full, but you’ve barely even taken half. His tip is poking against your stomach, and you start to feel a little sick. Looking down, the bear growls, lifting your form up and spearing himself into you again, widening you and making you whine as your useless, frostbitten, painful limbs dangle. You’re totally helpless.] $Click[He thrusts a little deeper each time, and you feel him re-arrange your guts. You’re in so much pain at this point, you hardly notice or realize when red crimson blood starts to spew from your tailhole, and your guts are re-arranged by his merciless thrusts. With no care for your wellbeing, the bear is using you as his own personally fleshlight. You’re in a haze, your mind foggy, exposure to pain has made you almost numb, your mind almost in a different place as the bear pushes deeper and deeper until, you just about feel his tip pushing up against the back of your throat. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[Your caged cock is unable to grow, though, it strains slightly, enforcing the fact that you're simply a fleshlight.]] $Click[Your throat tightens around his shaft, seemingly out of instinct, while a mix of blood and bear pre flows from your maw and coats your fur. With your insides effectively hollowed out, the bear is fully able to hook his claws into you and thrust you up and down against his shaft, you frostbitten limbs teasing his orbs each time he pushes you down against them. You’re barely conscious when his cock twitches and spasms rapidly inside you, and at least a barrel load of bear semen flows from your agape maw… At least, mercifully, everything fades to blackness.] $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

$DMS[“Now due to your little mistake, I have a fitting punishment for an omega who decided to veer off the rails, and off my prescribed route.”] She said, turning her back on you and heading to one of the closets behind her. Out of it, she pulled a wicked looking harness. It was a full body harness, made of some infernal black leather. But it was also more than that. It led up to a muzzle, which had a bit gag and blinders. The back piece almost looked like a saddle, marked with the demons’ mark, meanwhile, the rear had a very clear and obvious, knotted canine cock. $DMS[“Now, hold still.”] (link:"Run away")[Seeing the wicked medieval torture device, you decide you want no part in the terrible contraption being strapped to you body. You look around the demonic room, you see a door in the distance, seemingly made of weird part-wood, part-flesh material. You make a dash for it. Though, as soon as your paw moves to run, the demon raises her hand and utters some sort of incantation. Instantly you feel you body freeze up, it’s impossible to move. “Haha, you think you can run? In my own house? Your stupidity never ceases to amuse me. Perhaps it was sheer dumbness which caused you to fuckup.” She laughed as she stepped forward, harness in hand.] [[Put on the harness]]

She lowers down to your level to put the harness on you. First, comes the head part. It’s a kind of muzzle which wraps securely around your head, a metal bit being forced into your maw. Two blinders on each side of your head narrow your vision, severely limiting your field of view. You whine anxiously. $DMS[“There there…” She says condescendingly.] $Click[$DMS[“It’s only your first mistake. But I can promise you, it can, and will get worse and worse after this.”] She moved lower down to your back now. The large back piece is placed against your spine, and strapped under your stomach, around your shoulders and along your chest. The demon utters another incantation, and you feel a harsh burning on your back. You yelp loudly, and when the burning subsides you suddenly feel a lot more sensitive. You can feel her grip on the harness as if the harness itself was connected to your nervous system. Only, it’s amplified. Her soft grip feels like a harsh squeeze. $DMS[“Afterall. It’s not easy to clean up such a fuckup. I’m going to have to turn back the clocks, make sure the path is laid inline with my plans.” She says. You think about asking her what the plan actually is, but with the bit gag in your maw, you’re unable to say anything.]] $Click[Next, came the large canine cock. It wasn’t exactly something new to you. But thankfully, she took her time in pushing it in, past the knot, where, you slowly feel it inflate, pushing against your prostate and leaving you feeling bloated. No matter how much you push it doesn’t come out. Though what does come out, is your red tip, poking free from your sheath from the sudden pleasure and stimulus to your prostate. $DMS[“Tch tch tch. Can’t be having that.”] The demon comment, as the rest of the harness loops between your legs and traps your growing sheath in a firm, nulling pouch. A pouch lined with abrasive spikes. You can already feel your red tip retreating, as each movement you make forced it to rub against them, cold and metallic, you wince loudly.] $Click[The pouch straps up, connecting to the straps around you waist. As a final, and finishing touch, the demon loops a band around your tail, and hooks it onto one of the many D-rings along your neck and back, keeping your tailhole high and open. Not that it mattered much, since, your tailhole was already firmly plugged. $DMS[“Now, since I’ll be gone un-fucking your fuckup, you’ll be spending your punishment, serving a dear friend of mine, along with another pitiful omega just like yourself.”] She says, attaching a leash to the harness and dragging you along. The moment she pulls, it’s as if the entire will of the harness pushes you along. Any attempt to resist leads to body-consuming fiery pain.] $Click[ [[Be Dragged along for your punishment.]] ]

Pulling your collar through the large demonic doors, you a view of the underworld. Or at least, her part of it. It’s fashioned like an old estate of sorts. The wood which made what looked like a twisted manor, was equally twisted. The meadow ahead grew grass of a light, reddish hue, while ghoulish zombie-like being seemed to toil away in them, grunting and groaning in cries of sheer agony. Your fur stands on end. You’re soon joined at the demon’s side by another canine, dressed in the same harness as yourself. He doesn’t looked like one of the canines… He’s similar in stature and in fact, looks a little similar to you, but with different patterns colours in his fur. You can tell your own kind easily. He’s another hybrid, part fox, part wolf, just like youtself. He looks at you anxiously, he seems to want to say something, but the bit gag prevents him. $Click[You’re taken down a few slated steps, and then, for the first time your paws touch the ground. You wince, and quickly remove your paw. It’s hot, like a patch of stone the hot sun had been beating down on all day. The demon simply chuckle, kicking your rear, and the canine toy inside. You feel some strange, possessive urge to move forward to matter what, as though, even if there were boulder straight ahead, you would simply run into it. Your paws trample on the blazing hot soil, one after another. Meanwhile, the demon laughs, her pace speeding up to keep up with your sudden instance to drag you along. The other hybrid wincing, but his mild reaction tells you that perhaps, he’s grown used to it.] $Click[ The demon guides you to two obelisks, made of a black stone, with growing rules along the side. Your paws feel as though they’re on fire at this point, they’re scolding. She mutters one of her incantations and a large web grows between the two pillars, the strands a green hue as they branch out, bouncing off one another and gradually covering the whole surface area between the two pillars. Then, once it seemed like there was room for no more, the entire wall of webs grew alight, shining brightly. You wince and turn your gaze away, it stings. When you open them again, before you, you see the image of a bustling city, just like what you see at the stone circle. $DMS[“After you boys.”] She sad, though, neither of you seem to have a choice as sudden pain easily convinces you to walk though the portal. [[Enter the Demonic City.]] ]

$DMS[“Welcome to Hadden city!”] She yells. Behind you, the portal soon closes and you can tell you’re on some sort of Highstreet. Pedestrians walk along the sides, whereas, all kinds of vehicles and contraptions carrying demons and… You’re not sure what else, fly up and down the centre. You’re absolutely astonished. Some of the creatures here look somewhat familiar to your own world… Whereas some seem completely foreign. Though, your ability to look around and take in the sights is limited, thanks to those blinders. $Click[Forcefully, you’re pulled up to a carriage. While most, seemed to be pulled by some beast or another, this one seemed suspiciously empty. $DMS[“Jaden! I’ve brought you a pair of pullers!”] The demoness cried. You look up, arching your neck to the top of the carriage. It’s at least ten foot tall, and you see nothing at the top. At least, not at first, until a small head pokes over the black, twisted wood.] $Click[$Jaden[“Aethel? You’re late!”] He chirps, his voice extremely high pitched. You can’t tell what he is. And odd mix. He had large ears, like a fennec fox, and yet, a small muzzle like a cart. His head is adorned with a crown of small thorns. He’s adorned in a rather stunning suit and tailcoat. $DMS[“I know, I know. But look, I got you two pullers! They’re yours for the next eight hours, and I expect my payment in full.”] She folded her arms, giving both your leashes a slight tug, Instantly you both lower your gaze subserviently.] $Click[$Jaden[“Ooooh! Two you say! Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise!”] The demonic creature speaks. You hear a sudden ‘slap’ against the ground. And, soon, Jaden’s small paw is pulling your muzzle up to look at him. He’s so small that, he’s just about the same size as you. His paws inspect your face, pulling your eyes back, wondering around your fur, and them, he goes and does the same to the hybrid next to you. $Jaden[“Fully sentient and mortal! My my. Wherever do you find them?”] He asks, a plastic smile on his face.] $Click[$DMS[“Wherever indeed. Now they’re not here permanently, once they’ve fulfilled their purpose, a killing blow will easily send them ba-.”] $Jaden[“Killing blow?! I don’t have the tools for that! Look at me, you never told me I-“] The demon counter interrupts. $DMS[“Jaden. They’re mortals. They break like sticks. A simple slice to the throat, brushing blow to the head, whatever ought to work. Get creative, have some fun for all I care. So long as you don’t overstep the agreed time or use them as gluttons. They're pullers, got it?”]] $Click[His eyes lit up with understand, and he gave a few nods. $Jaden[“Ooooh I see, I see. Very well, let’s get you beautiful boys strapped up then!”] He said, taking the leash from the demon and pulling you onto the road. As soon as your paws hit the road, you realize once again, it burns. It burns hot. You can stand it for a little while, but then, the pain is too much. You try to step back onto the pavement, but the moment you do, your whole body is consumed with pain. You yelp and whimper into the bit, your heart beating, and hope dwindling, knowing there’d be a whole 8 hours of this to come.] $Click[$Jaden[“Aaah yes, beautiful.”] Jaden says, breathing in deeply, as if your suffering is like a fine wine to him. The other hybrid whimpers, his head low. You can see it’s not his first time. $DMS[“Be good now.”] The demon commands turning her back and vanishing into one of her portals. You’re left along, strapped to the strangers cart, in this strange city full of beasts and monsters. Despite the fact the demon was your tormenter, without her you suddenly feel very scared and alone. [[Enjoy your shift as a puller]] ]

$Click[ After a bit of experiment, you realize, best way to alleviate the pain is not to roll around, but to try and lay awkwardly in a stress position, laying on your bones where the least amount of nerves are. However, the other hybrid shakes his head at you, standing firm. You can tell he’s in pain, in fact, he’s practically crying, yet he seems content to stand there, allowing his pawpads to burn and size on the pavement. (text-style:"smear")[“Look, mortals!”] You here a soft voice cry. With the blinders, it’s hard to see, but immediately you hear Jaden’s high pitched voice suddenly jump up. $Jaden[“Yes! Two of them. Only the best fror Jaden’s taxi, where would you like to go ma’am?”]] $Click[(text-style:"smear")[“The Arena.”] You hear a different voice reply. $Jaden[“Right this way, and please, enjoy the view.”]] $Click[The two patrons make their way into the carriage. Through the harness you can vaguely feel them step into the carriage and sit down, as if it’s all connected to your spine, but only faintly. The sensation is strange, unnerving. The hybrid next to you winces anxiously, you pull yourself up onto all fours, your paws burning all over again. $Jaden[“And off we go!”] Jaden calls. You hear a whip crack, it makes contact with the large canine cock plugging your trailhole. The moment it does, you feel nothing but pain all over, and again the sensation to jump forward. Now the pain in your paws is nothing compared to the whole body pain forcing you to move. You and your fellow hybrid both run as if you were escaping a bear, running for your lives, your paws scrambling to gain traction despite the heat, and to your surprise, you’re both able to pull the enormous carriage as the same speed as which you’d regularly run at.] $Click[(text-style:"smear")[“Look at them go! Ahaha!”] You faintly hear a call from the carriage as the pain starts to subside. The pain in your pawpads however starts to return. You feel yourself slowing down, your muscles aching a little. You realize now, how hot and humid everything feels, as your body tries to cool itself down. Though, the moment your speed drops, you hear the whip crack again. And, the moment is does, your heart skips a beat. Though this time, it was a bluff. A bluff which worked. You and the hybrid both keep a consistent pace, neither one of you thinks to slow down. Hours feel like weeks. You think that, with constant pain, you’d grow used to it. That perhaps it would be like jumping into a hot spring, painful at first but then relaxing. It’s anything but relaxing. Each time the whip cracks, you fear it’ll land on the inflated knotted cock inside you and spread pain throughout your whole body. Sometimes it’s a bluff, sometimes it hits. The anxiety alone is enough to make you fear that item, fear that sound.] $Click[You’re not sure how long it’s been. It feels like an eternity. Jaden steps down from his carriage. You realize now why the other hybrid didn’t bother to sit down. Once the harsh road had burnt away the nerves in your pawpad, the job became a little easier, a little more horrible. You decided it was best not the look at the grotesque mess of burnt skin which was now on your paw. Jarden approaches you both and starts to unlatch your harnesses from the carriage. You know what’s coming next, you hope it’ll be quick and painless] $Click[Jaden holds your leashes. $Jaden[“Now. I have you for two hours. Depending on how you behave now, will depend on whether these hours are pleasurable, or whether they’ll full of immense pain.”] He directs your view to a building, opposite the street. From the outside, you can already hear the screams and cries coming from within. In large bold letters, which to your surprise you’re able to read, the entrance reads. (text-style:"emboss","expand")+(text-colour:red)[“PALACE OF PAIN”] Plastered along the outside, you see posters of some of the most grotesque fates. Creatures being stabbed with a thousand needles, in their eyes, balls all around. Creatures being slowly sliced in half by a saw. Crowds cheering and contributing, pouring pipettes of burning acid on a scolded, screaming victim. You know for sure, you don’t want to be inside that building.] $Click[$Jaden[“I could make plenty of money allowing you to be tortured to breaking point in there for the next few hours. Or, you can tell me a little about the realm in which you came from, how your mistress found you and what she wants with you.”] He smiles sinisterly, giving a none genuine pat to each of your heads. Slowly he starts to pull back the bit gag, granting you and the hybrid the ability to speak. $Jaden[“It’s true, I’ll rule your realm. But you’ll both be rewarded handsomely, I can assure you. Though…” He says looking back at the Palace of Pain. “If either of you dare tell that mistress of yours about any of this. I can promise you, you will both spend an eternity in there. Your mistress is not powerful, she’s an upstart. The fact she’s lucky and found your realm, is the only reason she suddenly carries herself so highly. It’s an insult to my own, and many neighbouring families that a little trite like her is paying me.”]] $Click[There’s genuine frustration in his voice. You look to the hybrid next to you. It’s the first time you have the ability to speak to him. He seems more experienced than you. You look to him for guidance. $Ala[“What… Do you think?”] You ask softly, your ears lowered. The Hybrid looks up to the Palace of Pain. He’s shaking, you can see it, trembling. His eyes start to water, but in the end, he shakes his head. $Yasha[“No. I won’t betray my mistress.”] His voice is a lot deeper, more powerful than you thought it might be. You’re surprised at his response.] $Click[ [[Trust the Hybrid's judgement.]] [[Question his judgement.]] ]

Jaden, the small demon gives a genuine sigh. $Jaden[“Very well. You’ll make me plenty of money anyway, enjoy your session. But you’re making a grave mistake.”] He said, pulling your leahes towards the Palace of Pain. The Hybrid seems to shake and shudder, whimpering the closer you get to the entrance. You walk up a nice set of slated stairs and you’re taken through the main doors. $Click[Already, a crowd of freaks and the like look down on you and the hybrid in excitement. The lobby itself is just as horrendous, you can see signs leading to different wings, all seemingly based on a different kind of torture, all labelled with different prices. Jaden strolls up to the lobby’s reception, where a beady eyed, wrinkly gargoyle veers down on the trio. Jaden quickly scales the desk, where he’s able to speak face to face with the gargoyle. $Jaden[“I’d like to register these to in, for the next two hours! They’re mortals, no limits. But make sure they’re disposed of, when the times up, if you wi-“]] $Click[$DMS[“You’ll do no such thing.”] An angry female voice called. The hybrid next to you quickly darts off, greeting your mistress. The imp clerk seemingly rolls her eyes. $DMS[“You hired them as pullers, not gluttons.”] Heads turned, silence fell upon the grand slated lobby. Your mistress strutted towards you. With nothing holding his leash, the hybrid rushes over to greet her. He receives a light pat on the head. [[Greet your mistress in a similar manner.]] [[Stay where you are.]] ]

You ask him why. Surely it's silly to be loyal to one demon over the other. What reason has she given to be loyal? $Yasha[“Just… Trust me.”] He says, tears steaming down his face as he turns towards you. There’s an air of desperation in his voice, desperation which scares you a little. Is he really that loyal to the demon that he’s willing to endure two hours of unimaginable torture? Why does it matter what demon rules your realm? Was one better than they other? You have some many questions, but, the small demon taps his foot impatiently. $Jaden[“I want an answer soon or I’m dragging you both in there regardless.”] He threatens impatiently. $Click[ [[Betray your mistress and tell him about your realm.]] [[Trust the Hybrid and endure the torture.->Trust the Hybrid's judgement.]] ]

You decide to betray your mistress and tell him the truth. $Ala[“What do you want to know? About our realm?”] The hybrid next to you, with sudden speed, jumps on top of you, his paw shoving your maw into the scolding hot road. You scream, but with the crack of a whip. The hybrid who was on top of you suddenly pulled back, letting you go. $Click[$Jaden[“I knew at least one of you mortals had some intelligence in you. Congratulations. Now, I want to know what colours are there, how hot is it, what is the sky like, what tasks did your mistress want your to comple-.”]] $Click[$DMS[“Jaden!” You hear a voice call. You know exactly who it belongs to. Suddenly, the small creature stops speaking. $DMS[“I knew I’d find you here, you rented them as pullers, not gluttons!”] She says, raising a finger to the Palace of Pain. $DMS[“And why are their bridles off? What are you asking them?”]] $Jaden[“Why… I was asking how their first day on the job was of course!”] He says, his hands in the air. $Jaden["No need to get upset, it's justa coincidence I assure you!"] Your mistress stomps past the small demon, kicking dust in his face, which in turn, makes him grumble behind her back while she unties you and the hybrid from the carriage and takes your leashes. $DMS[“You can consider your payment void, you won’t be getting a drop, you slimly little skant.”] She said.] $Click[$Jaden[“W-wait please, I…”] But she would have none of it. Taking you leash, she takes you a little further down to street and an available portal, and within seconds, you’re whisked back to the manor you first arrived at.] $Click[Aethel slumps into her chair. $DMS[“Come here.”] She calls to you both. Without the harness needing to do anything, you both come forward. $DMS[“Turn around.”] With a hiss, the knot inside your rear deflates, until she’s easily able to pull it out. You both groan softly. The bridle and tail-plug parts of your harness are both discarded, but she leaves the rest on. “And again.” She says. Using each hand, she starts to pat your heads.] $Click[$DMS[“I hope your punishment was sufficient, even if cut short. Know that, I’m a firm but fair demon. Far fairer than the horrible demons the underworld, like Jaden. I won’t deny, that I want to rule over your realm for power and pleasure, but I can promise you, once your tasks are complete, you and your realms will be treated fairly.”] She said, her hand reaching from your neck down to your scruff.] $Click[Then, she pulled herself up. $DMS[“But, this is a punishment, not a reward. And so, now, you two must return to your tasks.”] She’d say. $DMS[“You may bump into each other. When you do, I encourage you to help each other. Conspire against me and well… Need I say more? Now, close your eyes.”] She said. You both obey. You hear her move to grab something large, metal… A weapon. It must be. You know what’s coming… You close your eyes and feel a brief spark of pain… Until…] $Click[(goto:"HarnessAndChastityUnlock")]

$DMS[“I knew I’d find you here, you slimy little Skant.”] $Click[$Jaden[“Aethel! Aaah, I was just about to… Ask whether it would… Be okay if…”] Quickly, she closes the distance between her and the skant, getting right up into his face. $DMS[“Don’t give me that. These mortals are mine, I rented them to you as Pullers, not Gluttons. Don’t think you’ll be getting paid a drop after this.”] She barks, with such fury that the entire room fell silent, heads turned intent on watching the situation unfold. Jaden grimaced, gritting his teeth as he strolled anxiously back and forth on the reception desk.] $Click[$Ivar[“Please take demonic disputes outside the house of pleasure, or security will be called.”] The gargoyle grumbled. Your mistress takes a deep sigh. Grabbing both your leashes, she pulls you away from the palace of pleasure, the hybrid seems happy and relieved. After a short walk, your mistress whisks you both away though another portal, and you find yourself back at the manor. Aethel slumps into her chair. $DMS[“Come here.”] She calls to you both. Without the harness needing to do anything, you both come forward. $DMS[“Turn around.”]] $Click[With a hiss, the knot inside your rear deflates, until she’s easily able to pull it out. You both groan softly. The bridle and tail-plug parts of your harness are both discarded, but she leaves the rest on. $DMS[“And again.”] She says. Using each hand, she starts to pat your heads. $DMS[“I hope your punishment was sufficient, even if cut short. Know that, I’m a firm but fair demon. Far fairer than the horrible demons the underworld, like Jaden. I won’t deny, that I want to rule over your realm for power and pleasure, but I can promise you, once your tasks are complete, you and your realms will be treated fairly.”] She said, her hand reaching from your neck down to your scruff.] $Click[Then, she pulled herself up. $DMS[“But, this is a punishment, not a reward. And so, now, you two must return to your tasks.”] She’d say. $Click[“You may bump into each other. When you do, I encourage you to help each other. Conspire against me and well… Need I say more? Now, close your eyes.”] She said. You both obey. You hear her move to grab something large, metal… A weapon. It must be. You know what’s coming… You close your eyes and feel a brief spark of pain… Until…] $Click[(goto:"HarnessAndChastityUnlock")]

(Congraturlations! You have unlocked the chastity and harness cosmetic. Wearing these as you go about your adventure may add some additional surprises to events, or unlock new events entirely! You can equipt it at the stone circle.) (set:$ChastityWorn to true) (set:$HarnessWorn to true) $Click[(goto:"Death")]

You died $DeathCounter times $Click[(goto:"Death")]

(if: $FurColorChangeUnlocked is true)[Change your fur colour] (else:)[You haven't unlocked the ability to do this yet.] [[Return->Appearence]]

(if:$KVCollarUnlocked is true)+(if:$KVCollarWorn is false)[ [[Put on the Kraven City Collar.]] ] (if:$ChastityUnlocked is true)+(if:$ChastityWorn is false)[ [[Put on the chastity cage.]] ] (if:$HarnessUnlocked is true)+(if:$HarnessWorn is false)[ [[Put on the Harness]] ] (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[ [[Take off the Chastity Cage]] ] (if:$KVCollarWorn is true)[ [[Take off the Kraven City Collar]] ] (if:$HarnessWorn is true)[ [[Take off the Harness]] ] [[Return->Appearence]]

(set:$HarnessUnlocked to true) (set:$HarnessWorn to true) (set:$ChastityUnlocked to true) (set:$ChastityWorn to true) (set:$KVCollarUnlocked to true) (set:$KVCollarWorn to true) [[Return->Appearence]]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it looks the cage around your sheath. You already feel it swell and push against the cruel, tight, confining item. (set:$ChastityWorn to true) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it straps the harness to your form tightly. (set:$HarnessWorn to true) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it unlocks the cage on your sheath. You take a gasp of relief, already it starts to swell and you get an urge to enjoy your new found freedom a little. (set:$ChastityWorn to false) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it unlocks the collar from your neck. It flops to the floor lifelessly. Visting Kraven now will certainly be a lot more dangerous. (set:$KVCollarWorn to false) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it unlocks the harness from your body. It falls to the ground, and you feel relief. Your body is able to move a lot more freely now. (set:$HarnessWorn to false) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You approach the statue and suddenly it starts to move, croaky and robotic. Bit by bit, it looks the cage around your sheath. You already feel it swell and push against the cruel, tight, confining item. (set:$KVCollarWorn to true) $Click[(goto:"Change Bondage items")]

You jump up on the table, your eyes locking with his. You see in his eyes, there’s nothing in his soul but ambition and desire for control, to own and enslave this whole world. He’s a true Varger through and through, surely only someone like him would be willing to defeat the demon? Or are you playing into her whims by tempting him, spreading corruption? You’re not quiet sure. But this ‘feels’ like the right thing to do. $Click[Your cheeks turn red as you flag your tail high. You wave It about in the air, and some of the other patrons notice. $NorthMen[“He’s wearing a cage, practically a bitch that one!”] You hear a voice yell. Your heart beats faster, you ears lowered as you look at him. He takes in your vulnerable eyes and wastes no time picking you up by your harness, and slamming you down on your back. $Ivar[“No biting.”] He warns you. You feel glad that he’s not in possession of you, it creates a sort of social shield which eseas the embarrassment of those around you. You’re reminded this is also the son the Jarl, a man of power, who was no unbuttoning his pants, his sheath springing free from his trousers to poke against your nose.] $Click[His sheath lay on your chin as he rubbed up and down, pushing his scent into your nose, forcing your to inhale his scent. Your mind is suddenly in a trance, only able to see the lower half of his body. A large, thick hand-paw explores your mouth, and you allow it. It rubs around your gums, and you taste the salt of his palm, the okay wood of the tankard he was holding as well as the slightly sweet taste of lingering ale on his palm. Then, he pushes your tongue down flat, his other hand stretching open your muzzle, as he thrusts his sheath deep inside.] $Click[$Ivar[“Polish it good, bitch. It’ll be the only lube you get.”]] $Click[He starts to buck into your throat. Your tongue feels his shaft grow inside your maw. You feel each and ever inch snake down your throat, growing from 3, to 5, to 7, to 10 inches now bearing down upon you and it doesn’t stop, he continues to grow until he hits your gag reflex where he starts to thrust. Using his slightly wet paw, he reaches over you, to your tailhole where his slick clawed paw pokes at your tailhole. Those hand paws were far more dexterous than your own kinds, and so he’s easily able to put pressure on your rear, his digit moving back and forth, twirling, pushing until you feel your tailhole give way.] $Click[A wave of pleasure comes over you, feeling both ends penetrated, and your sheath stirs in its cage. Ivar notices this and pulls his finger out of your hole, to gently stroke the twitching cock. You gasp and whine, you can feel your balls tugging painfully as they stretch around the cage, to the point where it’s painful, but Ivar doesn’t let up. $Ivar[“I wonder if we can get ‘her’ to cum like a bitch.”] He chuckles. At this point, some of the Northmen had started to engage in the own form of debauchery, however a still looked. You’re sure if it wasn’t already, your reputation in Kraven was now well and truly lowest of the low. From pack to, to an entire city’s toy.] $Click[As Ivar leans over you, he stretches more and more, determined to push his digit deeper into your tailhole, searching for your prostate, when… Due to the stretching, you soon taste overwhelming bitterness on your tongue, and a warm stream filling your maw. It seems a day of drinking had left his bladder full, and the warm hole mixed with stretching over your form, had led to his bladder releasing. $Ivar[“Don’t get it on the table!”] He quickly barks, pushing his cock deep inside your maw, past your gag reflex and to the back of your throat. Suddenly you’re unable to get the hot liquid out of your maw, and you feel it pump deep into your stomach.] $Click[A few claps and cheers call out from the other Northemen. $NorthMen[“Looks like Ivar found himself a new toilet!”] You hear one of them cry. Once gain your cheeks go red in humiliation, a few tears drop down your face. Ivar releases a pleasurable sigh as his bladder empties. Once again he’s feeling fresh, and he pulls his still erect cock outside of your maw. You cough and splutter the last few drops of piss, while Ivar wastes no times grabbing your harness and twirling you around into a missionary position. His eyes look deep into your own. This, his voice becomes softer, so that only you can hear.] $Click[$Ivar[“Imagine this. Every day. Imagine being mine. I’ll make sure the whole city treats your right. And not just the Vager, but the animals. The dogs, the horses. Not a being in this city, will ever see you as anything more than a piece of fuckmeat.”] He says, his hand-paw moving to your sheath. As he expected, those words make it twitch and strain desperately. $Ivar[“And, I’ll make sure the blacksmith welds this shut.”] Then, he pushes his shaft into your prepared tailhole. For once, you feel nothing but sheer pleasure. Your neck arches back as you let out a surprisingly feminine gasp. Each one of your toes, spread high in the air, curl up, you shift a little, encouraging his cock to push against your prostate. But, Ivar knows what he’s doing, seems he’s had experience, as each thrust rubs against your prostate.] $Click[You forget about the pain in your bulls as your caged sheath strains endlessly, leaking precum. You can feel it, you can smell it, you’re so close. His paw encourages you as he takes deep thrusts, his knot already slamming into you. Then, he does something unexpected. Grabbing your harness, he demonstrates his impressive strength, holding you up with one hand and teasing your cage with the other. You feel the harness digging in against your fur, as he suspends you by his arm, and starts to push his tailhole. Using gravity, and the strength of his arm, he forces his knot in, well before you’re prepared to take it. You see starts, his knot swells against your prostate, and you cum in your little cage.] $Click[You’re granted a short moment of ecstasy and release. But as per usual, cumming in your cage doesn’t give you full satisfaction and you soon find yourself feeling horny and needy once again. Your ears splay and you let out a soft whine, seeing how Ivar on the other hand, is able to knot and cum fully inside you, getting full satisfaction from using you.] $Click[$Ivar[“Good pooch.” He says, stroking your fur softly.]] $Click[You remain tied to his cock for the next few minutes. Ivar keeps you stuck to his lap as he talks to his friends and comrades. They barely acknowledge your existence. It seems they were able to accept that even Gods have their runts.] $Click[After a few minutes, Ivar lifts you up off his cock, which easily slips out of your hole, his knot shrunk once again. You wiggle around, groaning softly. You expect to be placed down… When.. $NorthMen[“I’m next!”] You hear a gruff voice say. You see a massive wolf-man, shirtless, and with two straps across his chest and a giant axe on his back. He’s covered in scars. Ivar tosses you over to him, and thanks to your harness he catches you with ease. Then, using some rope which he dangles from the rafters, secures you at a comfortable crotch level. You had little chance to contain when another crotch is pressed up against your maw. Another Varger takes his place behind you…] $Click[You’re left like that for hours. You’re sure nearly every Vargen in the main hall has had a go on you. You’ve been in here for so long, that the sun has started to set. Your fur is matted, and your chastity cage still twitches as you endure pounding after pounding, some of the men mocking and commented that you must be a God of ‘stress relief’… But eventually, you’re released, you weak shaky paws trembling on the ground. You’re taken off to the Jarl’s chambers, for a nice, well deserved rest. (set: $KVCorruption to it + 5) [[Sleep off the day's events.->Yarl's Chambers]] ]

You approach the small hamlet. (if:$KVWayBack is false)[You still need to find a way to return to the stone circle. Perhaps the locals here might have some information that might help you. Most of the villiagers seem busy, going about their lives. Few pay you little attention. You can hear the sound of music being played from a string instrument in the distance. Your ears perk up, and your tail flicks up high, giving a slight wag. You enjoy it. $Click[You approach the source of the music. It comes from a laid back looking Varger, a wolfman. He’s far less muscular than other’s you’ve seen, he looks a little like the Jarl only half his mass, by the looks of it. Seeing you come forward, the old man’s eyes lit up. He puts down his banjo and looks at you with a wide smile. You can see more than one of his teeth are missing. $Ubba[“Faolan’s tail, it’s you!”] He exclaims. Your ears perk… You give a quick glance around to ensure the farmer was actually talking about you. Yes, nobody else is around. It must be you. $Ubba[“You… know me?”] You ask. [[Next->TalkToUbba]] ]] (else:)[You see the old farmer, Ubba is exactly where you first saw him, playing a melody on his stringed instrument.]

$Ubba[“Yes! The God of this village foretold of your arrival. She told me you would need help getting a way back, and as payment, you would help me deal with a repeated issue you’ve been having. My name's Ubba the farmer, pleasure to meet you!”] He said with a wide smile on his maw. Placing his stringed instument to the side, he rose, his scraggy cloak dropping dust and bits to the ground. $Ubba[“I will show you our shrine. Best paw forward now.”] He said, though it seemed as though his paws were far from at their best. Keeping pace with the old wolf-man is tedious. It requires all your patience not to outpace him as you leave the hamlet and head to a nearby hill. (link:"“So… The de-. Your… Village God, how did you meet her?”")[ $Ubba[“Hm. She’s a recent deity, actually. She occupied an old stone. She spoke to my son first when he was just a boy. Nobody believed him at first, but somehow he convinced us all to come to the stone where we saw the most marvellous spectacle. A She-wolf none like other I’ve ever seen. Introduced herself as the diety of this area, and promised us prosperity and protection so long as we followed her.”] (link:"“How did the villagers take to that? A new God.”")[ $Ubba[“While she never directly said it, based on her form, most assumed her to be a descendant of Faolan. So, most went along. Though, there we some objections yes. Some young men had to be banished from the village, and sadly I hear paths have been plagued with bandits ever since.]] (link:"“Where's your Son?”")[ $Ubba[“He’s on a raid currently. I fear for him. I was never one for the raids myself, nature provides enough without having to take from others. But, young boys will be young boys. Not all are destined to grow old like me.”]]] (link:"“So what about this… Issue you were having?”")[ $Ubba[“Ah yes. The woods you see, are infested with Elkenkind. We need your help to deal with them.] (link:"“Who are the elkenkind? And what can I do to help?”")[ $Ubba[“They’re a tribal people. They live in the woods, in a primitive hunter gatherer lifestyle, protecting their herds of elk from hunters and poachers. A few years ago, my son was practicing his bowmanship, preparing for the raids when he decided to kill a few of their herd whilst they were grazing. He did, and the Elkenkind saw it. Chased him all the way back ‘t’ the village he did. And, ever since, they’ve demanded blood for blood, and have their herds graze all over our crops and occasionally shoot our cattle. It’s made like so tough here. The Godess told me you are an excellent negociator.”] Your ears lower slightly and your stomach drops. Yeah, sure. “Negotiator.” After a couple of hours, you reach the top of the hill. Though without the old man, you’re sure you could have walked here in about 20 minutes. You’re not even that far away from the village. A wooden shrine is hastily built around a stone, with various runes carved into it, just like the stone circle. You walk up to it, and, you see a square of webbing appear. The webbing becomes more and more dense until suddenly it opens with a clear picture of the stone circle. $Ubba[“Faolan’s tail! I’ve never seen sorcery of this kind before…”] He says. You nod, and step closer to the stone circle. $Ubba[“Not yet! You still have a task to complete.”] He says. [[Take the portal to the stone circle anyway.]] [[Stay to help the farmer.]] ]]

$Ubba["Oh no you don't! The demon warned me of this."] The old wolfman said, reaching to his pocket to pull out a leash. Opening the clip, he walked towards you, his intent to leash you quick obvious. $Ubba["I've had my fair share of handling both unsufferable brats and beasts that needed taming.] $Click[ [[Bite the Farmer as the comes closer.]] [[Allow yourself to be leashed.]] ]

The farmer pulls out a leash from one of his pouches and walks towards you. $Ubba[“You’ve been well behaved, the Godess warned you might not be. I’ll be sure to inform her of your good behaviour.”] He says with a soft smile as he clips it onto your collar, and starts to tug you away from the teleportation stone. [[Bite the Farmer as the comes closer.]] [[Allow yourself to be pulled away.]]

You bite the slow moving hand as it moved towards your neck. You taste the metallic taste of blood on your tongue, his blood. It’s watery with his old age. The old man rears back. $Ubba[“Gagh! You’ll regret that dog!”] He calls, as he pulls out a horn from his bag. And, with a deep breath, he blows onto the horn. $Click[The horn rings out over the hills and through the forest. You hear doors fling open, wolfmen moving, the entire village is coming towards you, meanwhile, the old man with his bloodied hand, continued to force the collar onto you. You can see the portal… It’s so close. You could easily overpower the old fool, be out of here and never come back again. (if:$FirstPunishmentDone is false)[ [[Fight the old man, make a mad dash to the Portal.]] ] [[Give in to the farmer.]] ]

You allow yourself to be leashed. You feel the leash click into place, and now once again you look like a pet, easily controlled. $Ubba[“You may return once your task is complete.”] He tells you, tugging your leash gently. [[Bite the Farmer as the comes closer.]] [[Allow yourself to be pulled away.]]

You fight against the old man. You twist your neck towards his paw, and you sink your teeth deep, ripping into his arm and all the way up to his torso. You were there God around these parts, with the Jarl’s protection. You didn’t deserve such treatment! The old man, Ubba, gasps and falls backwards, landing on his rear motionless. You take a moment to look at him, you pity him… But, now you have your way out. It’s all you needed. You turn towards the portal. $Click[You move towards the portal, about to step through, when suddenly it closes. You blink in confusion and move closer to the rock, pushing against it… You think of the place you want to go, the stone circle, or even your pack. You close your eyes waiting and hoping for something. And then….] $Click[Nothing. You whine anxiously. A yell from behind makes you flinch, your fur stood on end. (text-colour:orange)[“YOU!”] You hear. A young Varger suddenly charges towards you, and you have little time to avoid his axe. It lands deep into your shoulder. You whine and fall to the ground… You can’t move your shoulder. It hurts.] $Click[You look up one more time to see another Varger behind him, holding a bow. You see the tension in his arm, the bow is drawn back at full and then, the last thing you see is an arrow flying towards you, getting larger and larger until… Darkness.] $Click[(goto:"ButcherDeath")]

When the horn goes out, you hear each and every door of the village flap open. The call echoes through the hills and trees, going on for miles. You have a feeling that within minutes, and entire army would be upon you. There’s nothing you can do to fight back. $Click[You lower your ears and curl your tail… Whimpering softly as the farmer clips the leash to your collar. $Ubba[“The Godess told me you may be a bit of a handful, but you’ve stepped over the line. I’ll be sure to tell her about your behaviour.”] He tells you, as you hear a yell coming over the hill.] $Click[A young Varger wielding an axe as tall as he was comes running over the hilltop. Ubba, the old farmer raises his hand. $Ubba[“That’s quiet enough, young Uldred. It’s all under control now.”] He says with a soft smile. Meanwhile you shrink, trying to make yourself look small and non-threatening.] $Click[The young boy scoffs, you see him signalling others to return to their homes. Meanwhile, the farmer starts to pull you away, wrapping an bandage around his bleeding hand. $Ubba[“You can be sure I’ll be informing the Godess about this.”] [[Allow yourself to be pulled away.]] ]

You allowed yourself to be pulled away into the unknown. Once again, the farmer’s pace is painfully so, you sag your head and sigh softly. He doesn’t really talk to you anymore, he keeps silently, and you can’t really seem to find any words which might be appropriate. Though perhaps maybe you could (link:"ask about your task again.")[ask about your task again. $Ubba["You are to meet with the Elkenfold, the primal tribe of herders who live in the woods. Convince them to stop eating up our crops, and restore peace."]] $Click[ [[Next->KVFarmerField]] ]

The farmer drags you along to a field, with it being spring, you it’s mostly dirt. But you can see that, where small seeds have started to sprout, others look destroyed, chewed up, seeds completely upturned. Cloven hoof marks are scattered all around. The plants themselves are like nothing you’ve seen before too. The leaves that haves sprouted are a strange mix of green and red, as red as a summer’s apple but with patches of green in them. (link:"Ask about the crop.")[$Ala["What is this stuff?"] You ask. The farmer looks at you for a second. At first you think he won't say anything. $Ubba["SaltraBrair. Meat-flower. Grows all year round. 'cept winter. The elk like to destroy these because it's said it tastes vaguely like elk-meat once processed into bundles and grilled."] He says. You lower your maw to snatch a nibble, but your leash is soon yanked and you're forced to look up. $Ubba["Right well. This is as good as spot as any."] He says as he pulls out a spike and paces your leash under it, before pushing it into the ground, securing you there. $Ubba["Good luck."] Ubba the farmer, starts to walk away. [[Wait->Elkenkind]]

You wait. You wait until the sun starts to set, and soon comes night. It’s chilly, extremely so. You whine, thinking about the Jarl’s nice and cosy bedchambers, with the nice warm fire and warm rugs strewn all over the floor, protecting you from the cold cold earth. $Click[Will they even show up? What if they were busy? Too busy to continue their work? You sight softly… With nothing to do you curl up in the ground and shiver. It’s cold, but perhaps you could drift off into sleep and be awoken by the warm morning sun. ] $Click[Your eyes are closed, your body relaxed. You’re just about to drift off to sleep, when you feel a cold blade being pressed up against your neck. Your ears lower and you whine softly. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Hey check this out! They left a dog out!”] You hear a voice chuckle. Your nose takes in the scent of elk. You were never really invited to join the pack hunts throughout your life as an omega, so the smell and appearance of them perks your curiosity. “They really thought one of their mutts would stop us? Hah. Kill it, and let’s move on.” He said. You have a brief moment of panic.] $Click[$Ala[“W-wait!”] You whine softly.] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“It talks!”] You feel the blade ease up slightly, before pressing against your throat once again. [[Tell them you're a God, sent to make peace.]] [[Tell them you're part of the villiage, here to make peace.]] ]

(text-colour:#d9480f)[“Hahahaha you hear that? The mongrel said he’s a God!”] $Click[Despite the fact they’re trying to keep quiet, you can’t help but hear a few sniggers. The stake is removed from the ground, and you feel yourself being pulled up. A bind of rope is soon shoved over your muzzle, to keep your maw shut and stop you from biting. It was probably for the best.] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“Elder, what are you doing?”] You hear one of the Elkfolk ask. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“You don’t seriously mean to negotiate with the mongrels?”] (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Of course not. But I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I see a use for this one.”] You hear a few chuckles as you’re dragged away… [[Next->ElkenKindVilliage]] ]

(text-colour:#d9480f)[“The nerve of them! They murder, slaughter our kind for sport and then hand out an outcast, am underdeveloped talking mongrel and think we’ll be happy with that? Let’s gut him, cut him into tiny pieces and leave them scattered along the field!”] You hear once of them call, you whine and whimper softly… The stake is removed from the ground and you feel a bind of rope being shoved your muzzle to prevent you from biting them as they dismember your body. You feel yourself being pulled up. $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“Elder, what are you doing?”] You hear one of the Elkfolk ask. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“You don’t seriously mean to negotiate with the mongrels?”]] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“Of course not. But I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. The herd will enjoy a enacting a little… Revenge on this one.”] You hear a few chuckles as you’re dragged away… [[Next->ElkenKindVilliage]] ]

You’re fascinated. Despite the regular, four legged Elk not being able to speak, it’s as if they’re able to maintain a soft of communication within each other. They stay perfectly in formation, with the Elkenkind on the outsides, surrounding the Elk and guarding them. Meanwhile, the elder drags you along on a leash, deep deep into the words. $Click[It’s early morning by the time you arrive at what appears to be their village. Most of it is build up in the trees, rope bridges connecting small huts, while others are on the ground. They’re simple, made of wood. Climbing a rickety, wooden staircase, the elder pulls you into a hutt built off a great oak tree. Where, he sits down and looks at you.] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“I don’t know who you are, or what you did to your kind to deserve this kind of banishment. And quiet frankly, I don’t care. You’re mine. You belong to me and the way I see it, is, right now you have two choices. Listen carefully, as I won’t repeat myself, not will I give you time to think on it.”] He says sternly, his eyes looking directly at you, not flinching for a second.] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)[“Firstly, and preferably. You can live with me as a pet. You will be paraded around, and I will make a show of you, as a warning to others of your kind not to fuck with my herd. But you will be given a nice place to rest and a… Mostly comfortable life as my personal possession.”] He said, before his tone dropped, turning darker and more serious. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Or. If you refuse, I’ll throw you to the herd. You’ll be de-toothed, de-clawed. You’ll be used by my tribesmen in whatever way they see fit and used by the herd to take their frustrations out on. Frustrations for the family and loved ones they lost to your kind. So what will it be? Pet or Stress toy?”] He asks, looking at you sternly. You gulp…] $Click[(text-colour:#d9480f)["Nod your head if you want to be mine, shake your head if not. I won't wait long little wolf."] [[Become the herd's stress Toy.]] [[Become the Elder's pet.]] ]

You shake your head. You don’t want to stay here any longer than you need to and besides, you’re sure if you down there under the hoofs of the herd, that perhaps you could return to the stone circle much sooner and be free of this body and the terrible fate that awaits it. “The herd.” The say softly. $Click[The Elder grumbles and shakes his head. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“I must admit I’m quiet surprsied. I didn’t take you as the prideful sort. But if that’s how you want to live the rest of your miserable life, so be it.”] He said, getting up and grabbing your collar. He pulled your outside and tosses you down from the tree hut. You land on your side with a loud yelp. The Elkmen stop what they’re doing and look up to the Elder, who with a loud and booming voice announces. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“The herd, has a new toy!”]] $Click[There’s a chorus of cheers from around you, before everyone gets back to their duties. You feel yourself being pulled along by one of the Elkmen. He pulls you into a little workshop, barely shelter from the rain where you see an array of primitive tools, far inferior to the Vargers axes and other tools. Your body is shoved onto a table, and your head is pinned down flus against it. The binding around your maw is removed, and two more are added, one for the top of your maw, one for the lower. You feel another Elkmen start to fasten your paws to the table, stopping you from moving.] $Click[The Elkman turns a crank, and bit by bit you feel your maw being spread larger and large, until it starts to ache. The tenson is surprisingly strong. You feel your maw forced open, you’re unable to speak, but you can see two tools been pressed against your gums. A hammer and a chisel. For the next few minutes you’re in agony, as one by one, the Elkman whacks, rips and crushes your teeth, leaving your with a row of bleeding gums. Shortly after, he moved to your claws. Each claw is filed down to a stump… You close your eyes, trying to envision the stone circle. But no, it seems you don’t get to decide. You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future.] $Click[Once he’s done, your bleeding body is tossed into a cage made of strong sticks. You close your eyes, passing out.] $Click[When you wake up, you feel dull throbbing in your gums and your paws… It’s hard to walk. You look up and see the sun beaming down on you. It’s sometime around noon and it’s warm. You can hear a banging, it’s coming from one of the elkmen. He bangs on your cage, stirring you awake. You roll onto your belly, it hurts to get up. A tug on the collar however forces you up. You wince, dancing on your paws… (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Who’s getting the bitch first?”] Calls the Elkman, who’s practically dragging you out of the cage. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Kaltung. Looks eager!”] Replies a voice.] $Click[You’re dragged towards a massive bull, the size of a horse. His antlers reach up majestically to the sky, his eyes hid a surprising amount of intelligence. His nose huffed out air angrily looking at you… Where he a wolf, you’re sure he’d be growling and showing teeth. Two Elkmen carry you. You’re a little confused, you’re not sure what they have in store for you. They line you up next to him. The bull remains, his head high and prideful, and you start to think that maybe they want you to ride on his back. But, instead of placing you on his back, they hold your under his stomach. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Hold him.”] One of the Elkmen calls, while the other fastens a series of complex ropes. Each one of your limps is tightly secured and suddenly you’re hoisted up, up under the Elk’s belly. You feel his sheath his pushing up against your rear in this position. Suddenly your purpose become more obvious.] $Click[The Elkmen never stay put for too long, they’re forever looking for more land for their herd to graze on, though it seems from now on they’d avoid the farms belonging to the Wolfmen, choosing to graze on pastures instead. All the while, day after day you’re strapped to the belly of a different animal. It starts, usually okay. But the moment they move out, a beast’s sheath is rubbing against you and they soon become aroused. You’re unable to move as they slowly grow inside you. Usually after an hour or so walking, they’re fully erect, and your stomach bulges painful. The sight alone was often enough to keep off stray wolves. You acted as a warning.] $Click[Sometimes they’d lower themselves down onto their belly, crushing your body underneath their large hulking weight where they’d thrust and squirm, filling you with cum. Once they did you were released and again, strapped to the belly of another beast. That was until, you returned to the camp. You were fed just enough SaltraBrair to keep you alive, just about, in a mushed up form mixed with water so that you could just about swallow it without choking. It was humiliating. It reminded you of being fed like a pup. Then, often, as they sat around a campfire, they’d share you around, passing you between each other. Often, they’d try to make use of your mouth, your rear was so loose it offered very little pleasure to them. Other times they’d just play with you, daring you to bite them with what was left of your teeth, or playing ‘stuff the wolf’, where they’d try to fit as many unorthodox objects inside you as possible.] $Click[Then, they’d usually leave you alone in the cage. Day by day, you forgot more about your mission. You forgot more about your life. You forget about everything and try to beg and plead. They lead you on, sometimes promise you better treatment. But you’d never get it. They remained as cruel as they day they caught you. It’s late. You’re in your cage… You’re breathing deeply a sigh of relief as the day is over and you can sleep. Though the cage isn’t comfortable, it’s an escape from the torment…] $Click[(goto:"Death")]

You nod your head up and down. You’re sure that, sooner or later you’ll be able to continue your quest. But until then, at least It would be better having a reasonably comfortable existence as the large Elk-Man’s pet. “Fantastic!” He claps his hands together. “I’ve been waiting for this for a little while actually.” He says, as he moves about his little hut. It’s small, but, well thought out, and within moments he pulls out a few nets strewn from very strong fibres and arranges them in various ways. “This will be were you sleep.” He says, pointing to the rope cage and cushion below it. “Though if you’re well behaved you may sleep with me.” He seemed genuinely rather excited. “Now let’s get you prepared!” The Elder said, heading outside and waving to the men down below. He said something, you’re not sure what, but soon enough he gestures you over. You’re led down the steps, to a main area. The herd seem to disperse, looking at you interestingly. Seeing up close, the size of some of them, you’re glad you made the right choice to stay with the Elder. You’re led to a stone platform, where, a few of the Elkmen get to work strewing together a kind of rope harness, decorate and ornate. They wrap it around nearly every bit of fur you have, tying it tight to the point where some areas do pinch and rub against you slightly. Regardless the Elder is pleased with the work, clapping his hands together and thanking his tribesmen. Eagerly he runs towards you and pats you on the head. He looks at the binding around your maw and slowly takes it off. “If you bite anyone, you will be going straight to the herd!” He warns sternly. [[Bite the Elder-Elkman]] [[Behave]]

You move quickly, keen to enact revenge and bite the Elkman! Perhaps this way too, their anger might mean a quick death where you can return to your quest. Though, with a punch to your gut, you yelp and release the hand. For Elkmen then grab you by the rope harness, and hod you down. $Click[The Elder grumbles and shakes his head. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“I must admit I’m quiet surprsied. I didn’t take you as the prideful sort. But if that’s how you want to live the rest of your miserable life, so be it.”] He said, getting up and grabbing your collar. He pulls you away tosses you down to the herd. You land on your side with a loud yelp. The Elkmen stop what they’re doing and look up to the Elder, who with a loud and booming voice announces. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“The herd, has a new toy!”]] $Click[There’s a chorus of cheers from around you, before everyone gets back to their duties. You feel yourself being pulled along by one of the Elkmen. He pulls you into a little workshop, barely shelter from the rain where you see an array of primitive tools, far inferior to the Vargers axes and other tools. Your body is shoved onto a table, and your head is pinned down flus against it. The binding around your maw is removed, and two more are added, one for the top of your maw, one for the lower. You feel another Elkmen start to fasten your paws to the table, stopping you from moving.] $Click[The Elkman turns a crank, and bit by bit you feel your maw being spread larger and large, until it starts to ache. The tenson is surprisingly strong. You feel your maw forced open, you’re unable to speak, but you can see two tools been pressed against your gums. A hammer and a chisel. For the next few minutes you’re in agony, as one by one, the Elkman whacks, rips and crushes your teeth, leaving your with a row of bleeding gums. Shortly after, he moved to your claws. Each claw is filed down to a stump… You close your eyes, trying to envision the stone circle. But no, it seems you don’t get to decide. You’re stuck here for the foreseeable future.] $Click[Once he’s done, your bleeding body is tossed into a cage made of strong sticks. You close your eyes, passing out.] $Click[When you wake up, you feel dull throbbing in your gums and your paws… It’s hard to walk. You look up and see the sun beaming down on you. It’s sometime around noon and it’s warm. You can hear a banging, it’s coming from one of the elkmen. He bangs on your cage, stirring you awake. You roll onto your belly, it hurts to get up. A tug on the collar however forces you up. You wince, dancing on your paws… (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Who’s getting the bitch first?”] Calls the Elkman, who’s practically dragging you out of the cage. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Kaltung. Looks eager!”] Replies a voice.] $Click[You’re dragged towards a massive bull, the size of a horse. His antlers reach up majestically to the sky, his eyes hid a surprising amount of intelligence. His nose huffed out air angrily looking at you… Where he a wolf, you’re sure he’d be growling and showing teeth. Two Elkmen carry you. You’re a little confused, you’re not sure what they have in store for you. They line you up next to him. The bull remains, his head high and prideful, and you start to think that maybe they want you to ride on his back. But, instead of placing you on his back, they hold your under his stomach. (text-colour:#d9480f)[“Hold him.”] One of the Elkmen calls, while the other fastens a series of complex ropes. Each one of your limps is tightly secured and suddenly you’re hoisted up, up under the Elk’s belly. You feel his sheath his pushing up against your rear in this position. Suddenly your purpose become more obvious.] $Click[The Elkmen never stay put for too long, they’re forever looking for more land for their herd to graze on, though it seems from now on they’d avoid the farms belonging to the Wolfmen, choosing to graze on pastures instead. All the while, day after day you’re strapped to the belly of a different animal. It starts, usually okay. But the moment they move out, a beast’s sheath is rubbing against you and they soon become aroused. You’re unable to move as they slowly grow inside you. Usually after an hour or so walking, they’re fully erect, and your stomach bulges painful. The sight alone was often enough to keep off stray wolves. You acted as a warning.] $Click[Sometimes they’d lower themselves down onto their belly, crushing your body underneath their large hulking weight where they’d thrust and squirm, filling you with cum. Once they did you were released and again, strapped to the belly of another beast. That was until, you returned to the camp. You were fed just enough SaltraBrair to keep you alive, just about, in a mushed up form mixed with water so that you could just about swallow it without choking. It was humiliating. It reminded you of being fed like a pup. Then, often, as they sat around a campfire, they’d share you around, passing you between each other. Often, they’d try to make use of your mouth, your rear was so loose it offered very little pleasure to them. Other times they’d just play with you, daring you to bite them with what was left of your teeth, or playing ‘stuff the wolf’, where they’d try to fit as many unorthodox objects inside you as possible.] $Click[Then, they’d usually leave you alone in the cage. Day by day, you forgot more about your mission. You forgot more about your life. You forget about everything and try to beg and plead. They lead you on, sometimes promise you better treatment. But you’d never get it. They remained as cruel as they day they caught you. It’s late. You’re in your cage… You’re breathing deeply a sigh of relief as the day is over and you can sleep. Though the cage isn’t comfortable, it’s an escape from the torment…] $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

The ridiculous outfit he has you in pinches and stings a little, but you’re not about to jeopardize things right now. You have a good chance of a decent life right now, however long it might last. You hope. The Elder smiles. $Click[You’re given a short introduction ceremony. The Elder specially makes sure the tribe knows that you belong to him, and none of the members are free to ‘use’ you without his permission. And, once finished, the tribe sets off, as they do daily, to look for fresh plantation to consume. You stick to the Elder’s side. The outfit rubs and Chafes. You ask if you can remove it, but he denies it, he says it’s a small price to pay for the quality of life he’s giving you, and that you must look your best. Whenever the herd stops, he instructs you to pee, getting your scent around the area, in an attempt to stave off any wolves. Occasionally, sometimes you swear your can seem them looking at you, feral wolves that is. Their glassy eyes look at your from their obvious hiding places, looking at you with pity and fear before they move on, finding easier prey with less risk. You sigh softly in shame and humiliation.] $Click[Then, when you return home, you’re treated to a decent meal. Usually it’s SaltraBrair, but, sometimes if you’re good the elder is able to scavenge some meat scraps from dead animals and you’re able to go to bed with a full belly. Of course, being alone he makes use of your tailhole from time to time, but compared to the brutal bullying your received from his pack, you find the way he fucks you to be quiet pleasant, loving almost. He makes sure you’re well cared for, cleaned and ready to sleep before locking you in your cage for the night, where you remain until the next morning.] $Click[And when next morning comes, and you raise your head to feel the warm morning some shine in on the tree hut, you can smell the delicious scents of food being prepared. You’re released from your cage to a nice morning meal. That’s not to say, you never got into trouble. Your mischief seems to follow you wherever you go. Occasionally you try to steal food or disobey. And when that happens, you’re punished firmly, often publicly. They make a big event of it. Sometimes they strap you to the underside of one of their Elk, until his cock has fully bulged your insides, other times they just pass you around the campfire to see just how much they can make you squeal while using both of your holes. You return to your master shaking, whining, shivering.] $Click[One night however, you drift back to sleep. But the sleep seems deeper than any other, longer. Instead of dreams you just see darkness, blackness and….] $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

You’re shoved into a bag, bleeding and wounded. The bandits seem to have very little care for your whines and squirms as you’re bunged around in their bag. Occasionally, he gives a shuffle, and you see red, pain overcoming your body. He merely chuckles. After a few hours walk, you’re set down. A hand on your scruff pulls you out, but before you have chance to bite, a firm muzzle is strapped to your maw. It’s made of metal, and it keeps your maw closed tight. Any chance to even speak is painful. With a firm yank, one of the bandits pull the arrow free. Your yelp is muffled due to the muzzle and then you’re thrown into a cage with little to no medical care. [[Next->Bandit Join Offer]]

$Ala[“I most certainly am a God!”] You say with a soft whine, your heart beating a little faster and face turning red as you try to make yourself angry. $Ala[“A-and you will be punished, by Faolan himself I cu-“] Before you can let out another wood, a firm boot slaps you across the maw. $Click[$NorthMen[“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”] Uglar said, reaching into a nearby sack to pull out a muzzle. $Click[“You can talk plenty, that’s for sure, but…”] He said, latching the muzzle firmly onto your maw. $Click[“What kind of God is defeated by a simple muzzle? Ahaha! You’re basically just like any other dog with that on.”] He says.] $Click[(text-colour:#15aabf)[“You best pray your right, or Faolan’s fangs with piece your eyeballs for an eternity even if you die in glorious hunt.”] The Varger comments… But you know it’s nonsense. There was no Faolan. You take a deep breath and sigh in defeat] $Click[ [[Continue your Voyage]] ]

$Ala[“I’m not a God… Where I’m from, there are many of my form who are able to speak.”] You say with a soft whine, your maw turning to the side. $Click[$NorthMen[“See? There you have it.”] Ulgar says with a smirk, the WolfMan scoffs seeming a little humiliated. $NorthMen[“Any quarrels selling him as a slave? Didn’t think so.”] He chuckles, patting you along the head.] $Click[$NorthMen[“Now, that’s as much as we need from you.”] He says, reaching into a sack and grabbing a leather. muzzle, which he soon straps to your maw, taking away your ability to speak.] $Click[ [[Continue your Voyage]] ]

The days go by, you’re restrained to the mast. As the men grow more and more bored, they turn their attention to you. Especially Ulgar. He’s large, stocky, and you make out he’s the leader of the group. Stern and stubborn. You occasionally look at him with soft eyes, hoping he’ll let you out of the muzzle, but he never does, apart from when eating or drinking, then he locks it back on. $Click[Though as the days go by he comes closer and closer, stroking you, pressing his hands all along your fur. You feel trapped, clostrphobic. It’s a strange feeling, in that, you’ve been in situations where you’ve had far less room to move, or have even been bound, but on a ship full of men, in the middle of the sea, you feel more trapped than ever.] $Click[His hands reach all over you, until of course, pushing on your sheath. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[That's when he discovered your cage. $NorthMen["What's this hm? Look here boys, the dog's a bitch, all caged up. Did you ask the Jarl to make that for you? I bet you probably swallowed the key for it hm?"] He says as he rubs a paw against your helpleslly caged sheath. You shudder and try to pull away, but a firm grasp on your throat reminds you to stay still.] He plays with you. He’s not trying to stroke you off, he’s just using you as a toy, stroking your sheath until you’re at least somewhat erect. Then he’d grab you cock firmly and look to the other men and laugh, shaking it about, poking it, slapping it. You whined and yelped loudly… Though eventually, you give in.] $Click[You wake up one moonlit night. The boat is calm, not moving at all. It seems they’ve lost the wind. You take a deep sigh, though you soon find yourself being grabbed from behind. It’s Ulgar. $NorthMen[“Shhh…”] He says softly, as he wastes no time pushing his already erect canine cock into you. ] $Click[He hold your muzzle firmly, so firmly your feel your teeth grind and smash against each other, your whine effectively suppressed. Even if, it did little to stop the men around your from waking up and witness you being raped. But none seemed to care. That’s partly why he brought you along after all, the elevate the boredom of the voyage.] $Click[By the time two weeks go by, Ulger’s musky scent is all over you. But at last, you see land. The Varger jump up and rejoice, thanking Faolan for a peaceful voyage. You’re just glad you made it in one piece to this strange land.] $Click[The Varger sail along the coast for a few hours, until they spot a grand structure in the distance. You’re not sure what it is, but the Varger sharpen their weapons and towards the shore.] $Click[They storm the shore, departing from the longboat with a splash. You however, are still tied to the mast. $NorthMen[“Stay put, slave.”] Ulgar says with a smirk, before joining his men in the assault. It’s not long before you hear screams and cries coming from inland.] $Click[This is a totally new land. You're not sure where on earth you are. You're so close to experiencing freedom. You yern for the feedling of sand beneath your paws. While you're muzzled, the leather leash is probably fradgile enough for you to break through with your claws. Now nobody is watching you, it may be your chance to escape.] $Click[ [[Slowly start to break the leash and be free.]] [[Wait for the Varger Raiders to return.]] ]

You don’t want to stay here a second longer. You’re not sure what dangerous in this next world up ahead, but you decide it’s worth the risk. You raise your paw and start to cut and slice as best you can. It takes a while, you’re clumsy at first but soon enough you break into a rhythm of coordinated slashes and cuts until eventually the material breaks free and you’re allowed to step off the boat. $Click[You do, and you soon feel sand beneath your paws. You take in a deep breath of air, as deep as the muzzle with allow and sigh. Freedom. Though, you hear a sudden cry. (text-colour:#15aabf)[“Ey, get ‘im!”]] $Click[It’s two of the Varger. It seemed they stayed behind the watch the boat, but on the deck, you couldn’t even see them!] $Click[ [[Make a run for it.]] [[Return to the boat.]] ]

You lower your head and whine. The feeling of defeat comes over you. You can see beautiful trees in the distance, that perhaps you could have made a run for. And yet, now you were left here, tried and aching, bound to the ships mast. The same spot you had been bound to for over two weeks now, and you’ll surely be here for longer. $Click[In the distance, up at the great buildings, which you work out to be some kind of tower, you see black smoke rise from it. Seems the raiders have torched the entire thing, and were now heading back holding chests full of gold and other spoils.] $Click[They work together to load the boat, taking to each other about how successful it was, talking about how they were like babies, children, barely defending themselves. How easy it was to cut them down one at time, they hardly fought back at all. Yet they were sitting upon a fortune.] $Click[With them, you see they have another captive. He he’s a fox-man by the look of it, his features and distinctively vulpine. He seems surprised to see you as he’s trussed up to the same mast you’ve been stuck to for months.] $Click[Without further delay, the Vikings push off from shore and back into the wide, wide ocean.] $Click[ [[Back to sea]] ]

You make a run for it! $Click[(text-colour:green)[SUCCESS.]] $Click[You’re successful. Looking forward you head to a treeline and before you know it, you’ve gone from sandy embankments to deep, deep forest. Though you keep running.] $Click[Not having the best of food and drink over the last few days has made you weak, along of course, with the lack of exorcise and you soon find yourself lost in this new and luscious land. You wonder how, just how will you ever get home?] $Click[Your paws start to ache, but soon enough, you seem a small hamlet of vulpine. Your stomach aches, and you can smell fresh bread being baked there, along with the wafting of meat. It seems the spring has come early among the hamlet you’ve stumbled across.] $Click[However the closer you get, the more you feel a sharp tug on your chest. You look down and see it glowing faintly. You shiver, as if all happiness was suddenly removed from the world. You feel as though your very soul is being sucked from your body.] $Click[A kind vulpine woman in a beautiful dress beckoning you towards the fairy-tale like hamlet is the last thing you see and your world goes dark. It appears the demon’s curse has determined that your current course of actions make her goals unobtainable. And so, once again, everything goes dark.] $Click[ (goto:"Death") ]

You lower your ears submissively, your tail curled under your belly as you move closer to the boat as the too Varger arrive. (text-colour:#15aabf)[“Bad dog!”] One of them says. (text-colour:#15aabf)[“Hold him.” Says the other.] $Click[The first Varger raider holds your collar firmly, while the other unfastens a belt. Without any delay, he starts to beat you. At first, all over, then on your rear. You yelp, time and time again, but he doesn’t yelp up. If anything, they seem to enjoy making you squirm and yelp in pain. You’ve given them the excuse to, instead of patrolling around boredly, use you.] $Click[By the end of your beating, you’re a sobbing teary mess. Your entire body feels red with pain and you shudder completely. The Varger raiders hoist you back on the ship, and using the belt they tie you up again and warn you that next time, they’ll beat you to in an inch of your life. You’re left to wait out the rest of the raid.] $Click[ [[Wait for the Varger Raiders to return.]] ]

The mood is far more jovial among the Varger. They’re cheering, snacking on some of the food they found and giving the provisions a bit of a rest. Meanwhile, you lower your ears and whimper softly. It smells good. You doubt they’ll offer you any… (text-colour:#15aabf)[“The Gods really are on our side, I’m sorry I every doubted you Ulger!”] You hear one of them say. You wince. You suppose any chance to convince them of your godliness has well and truly gone. $Click[Over the next few days, seeing as you were nothing but a slave to them now, more and more of the Varger feel comfortable using you. Sometimes they interrupt your sleep in the middle of the night, to exhaust themselves fucking you, other times they make games out of it, where you’re passed along and each Varger attempts to make you yelp the loudest.] $Click[You’re glad when you can see land. By now your body feels abused and broken, bruised and beaten by the large wolf-men had emptied load after load inside you.] $Click[Unlike the last time, this land is not a large continent, but a small Island. The vulpine is left on the boat, with a few Varger guarding, or well, using him, while you’re taken ashore.] $Click[The longboat docks against a pier, where you’re taken onto land by Ulger, his firm hand holding your leash as he takes you up to a castle in the middle of the island. There’s a path, leading up to it with winding staircases leading up and up.] $Click[It’s not a large castle, not by any means. Rounded and cosy, it seems to house many stables along it. You can already hear the animals contained within.] $Click[As you approach the main gate, or well, more of a large door really, a robed vulpine soon steps out. He’s wearing a large hood, not too dissimilar to the one on the boat. You wonder if Ulgar will cut the man down, but his stance seems more like he’s greeting an old friend, rather than a rival.] $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“Aaaah Ulgar, my friend what do you have here?”] He asks, his voice sounded like two dry sticks rubbing together, trying to make a fire. $NorthMen[“This is $name. Can you believe, the folks of Kraven all thought he was a God? Ahahaha. No, but he does talk. Just like you and I. I’ll offer you to him. Along with our usually provision, for says… A thousand coins?”] He offers.] $Click[The vulpine’s eyes instantly go wide. He used both his paws to pull down his hood, exposing his black fur and bright green eyes. He lowered down to eye level with you, lowering to his knees, where he’d lower both of his paws against your shoulders. (text-colour:yellow)[“Such a beautiful specimen!”] The cried with glee, trying to pull you closer. Pull Back. You try to pull back it it’s no good. Uglar simply pulls you forward, allowing the strange vulpine to inspect your body all over. And he does, inspect you all over.] $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“Very well, my Vargar friend, you have a deal! Though, I would very much like to see it talk!”] The strange inquisitive vlupine said as he stood back up, his finger hooking onto his lip.] $Click[Ulgar nods, and with a flick of a clasp, he releases the muzzle and it falls to the ground. It feels good.] $Click[$NorthMen["Well go on then, introduce yourself."] He says. (if:$ButcherAlly is false)[You could easily make him look a fool, just like how you did with the butcher.](else:)[Perhaps you could keep your mouth shut, though you're not sure what it'll achieve.] Or perhaps it would be better to simply go along with it.] $Click[ [[Go along with it.]] [[Make the Varger look like a fool.]] ]

You sigh softly, looking up at the Vulpine. $Ala[“I’m $name.”] You announce, though you don’t seem particularly happy or pleased about it. The Vulpine merely smirks. (text-colour:yellow)[“And I’m count Vernon. What a pleasure it is to have you on my fabulous island paradise!”] He says, simultaneously waving his arms around and doing a little spin. Ulgar rolls his eyes a little. $Click[$NorthMen[“He’s not yours yet, Vulpine. C’mon let’s see it.”]] $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“Ah, very well. You must have your well deserved pay.”] The count said, as he turned his back to head to the castle. (text-colour:yellow)[“Oooh Maria! Fetch the provisions for the Varger! Oh, and, a thousand gold, if you will!”]] $Click[Vernon stands with his arms folded, as soon the castle door opens once again. Out of it, you see a few donkeys carrying provisions along a rack on their back. A vulpine dressed in colourful robes also joins them, a purse of gold in her pocket. She hands it to Vernon, who soon hands it to Ulger. Your leashes are soon exchanged, and Ulger takes his leave.] $Click[(text-colour:#e64980)[“Now what do we have here, Verny?”] Asks the female vulpine. You wince as you watch the Varger load their cargo and sail away, leaving you on this island with nothing but this vulpine creep. (text-colour:yellow)[“Some sort of canine! Looks part fox me thinks. But, you’ll never guess what?”]] $Click[(text-colour:#e64980)[“What?”]] $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“He talks.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#e64980)[“My word, how fascinating!”]] $Click[(text-colour:yellow)["I can't wait for him to meet Brutus!"]] $Click[(text-colour:#e64980)["Yes, but he looks weary. We should show him his quaters, let him rest."] The female vulpine said as she took your leash, pulling you towards the castle. You follow. You don't have it in you to fight back, and besdies, as rest sounds nice right about now.] $Click[ [[Follow Maria into the castle]] ]

You make him look like a fool by whining anxiously and giving you best mindless feral, wuff. The vulpine merely looks at you, trying to lock eye contact as he starts to stroke his chin. $Click[Meanwhile the Varger lowers his axe against your paw. You feel it start to press against it, the blade agaist your knuckle. $NorthMen["I will do it, best say something now."] He warns, his voice a low gravelly growl.] [[Keep your maw shut.]] [[Say something.->Go along with it.]]

You keep your maw shut... Seconds feel like minutes, the pressure increasing until you start to feel it start to cut into your digit. $Click[You can't help but yelp and cry. $Ala["S-stop!"]] $Click[The vulpine looks back in surprise then nods his head, as you lower your maw to lick at your now slightly bleeding paw. the axe had scratched, slicing flesh nearly going all the way down to the bone. You're sure he would have chopped it clean off, where you a second slower.] $Click[ [[Next->Go along with it.]] ]

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You follow her into the castle. The outer gate opens up to a small courtyard with a well in the middle of it. You can hear the faint sound of water flowing below. She drags you along by your leash. $Click[You’re pulled into a stable, a wooden structure built off the side of the castles stone foundation.] $Click[You see iron cages stacked on top of each other, each filled with canines of call kind. Some of them look beaten and bruised, some of them are wearing harnesses and other attachments. Each of them have an allocated cage. You’re shown yours.] $Click[You’re too tried to object as you’re pushed into the cage. You lower your maw and enjoy a nice, long sleep.] $Click[ [[Sleep off the recent abuse.]] ]

You wake up to the sound of whimpering, whining, and yapping. Your mind is groggy, and you try to recall recent events. You hear the thud thud thud of footsteps; the carious canines stand up. Some whine and cower in the back of their cages, whereas some wag their tales and bark, getting closer to the edge of their cage. $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“Good morning, my pretties!”] count Vernon yells and he swings around the wall and into your vision. By his side you see a large dog, a Doberman, nearly the size of a horse. The tag on his collar reads “Brutus”.] $Click[He’s holding a bucket full of slop; your nose can tell it’s some kind of food. He fills a large trough of the minced-up meat and gravy combination, its warm smell wafts over to you, your stomach churns. The Varger you sailed with kept your barely fed, a proper meal would be great. One by one, he starts unlatching the cages. (text-colour:yellow)[“Rex, c’mere boy, you’ve been especially good, spot you can wait… Uhm… Yes yes… you can go and…”] He turns his attention to you, his finger looking over your cage before moving to the next.] $Click[You’re one of the last to be released, and by time that you are, there’s hardly any food left. Vernon soon leaves, and you’re surprised the stables doesn’t break out in fighting. Though, it seems one dog is about to try it. A rottweiler is wrestling with a small collie, pushing the smaller dog out of the way. The collie barks to try and retaliate, but before he can attempt to bite, Brutus steps forward, his massive paw slamming on the collie’s maw, pinning it to the ground until the dog let out a series of whine until his paw is released and the collie scampers away. You approach the feeding trough carefully and eat. Though, you’re only able to get a few mouthfuls when Brutus shoves you aside, helping himself to the rest of your meal.] $Click[ [[Challenge Brutus.]] [[Roll over and accept it.]] ]

You rush over to greet her in a similar manor. She’s hardly surprised by the sudden affection, her other hand lowering against your head. $DMS[“I knew I’d find you here, you slimy little Skant.”] $Click[$Jaden[“Aethel! Aaah, I was just about to… Ask whether it would… Be okay if…”] Quickly, she closes the distance between her and the skant, getting right up into his face. $DMS[“Don’t give me that. These mortals are mine, I rented them to you as Pullers, not Gluttons. Don’t think you’ll be getting paid a drop after this.]” She barks, with such fury that the entire room fell silent, heads turned intent on watching the situation unfold. Jaden grimaced, gritting his teeth as he strolled anxiously back and forth on the reception desk.] $Click[$DMS[“Please take demonic disputes outside the house of pleasure, or security will be called.”] The gargoyle grumbled. Your mistress takes a deep sigh. Grabbing both your leashes, she pulls you away from the palace of pleasure, the hybrid seems happy and relieved.] $Click[After a short walk, your mistress whisks you both away through another portal, and you find yourself back at the manor. Aethel slumps into her chair.$DMS[“Come here.”] She calls to you both. Without the harness needing to do anything, you both come forward. $DMS[“Turn around.”] With a hiss, the knot inside your rear deflates, until she’s easily able to pull it out. You both groan softly. The bridle and tail-plug parts of your harness are both discarded, but she leaves the rest on. $DMS[“And again.”] She says. Using each hand, she starts to pat your heads.] $Click[$DMS[“I hope your punishment was sufficient, even if cut short. Know that, I’m a firm but fair demon. Far fairer than the horrible demons the underworld, like Jaden. I won’t deny, that I want to rule over your realm for power and pleasure, but I can promise you, once your tasks are complete, you and your realms will be treated fairly.”] She said, her hand reaching from your neck down to your scruff.] $Click[Then, she pulled herself up. $DMS[“But, this is a punishment, not a reward, or a soppy heart to heart. And so, now, you two must return to your tasks.” She’d say. “You may bump into each other. When you do, I encourage you to help each other. Conspire against me and well… Need I say more? Now, close your eyes.”] She said. You both obey. You hear her move to grab something large, metal… A weapon. It must be. You know what’s coming… You close your eyes and feel a brief spark of pain… Until…] $Click[(goto:"HarnessAndChastityUnlock")]

You turn to face Brutus. You look him in the eye and growl. The others dog perk up and look at you both, before slinking back, watching intently. $Click[You challenge brutus. After all, you’ve got wild wolf blood in you! Sure he might be bigger than you… Larger than you… Less wounded than you, better fed than you, probably had more rest that you, is packing three times the muscle mass than… This probably wasn’t the best idea, was it?] $Click[But, it’s too late for you to back out now. You recap every spar and fight you ever saw, and choose your next move.] $Click[ [[Attack from above.]] [[Attack from below.]] [[Defend.]] ]

The large dog grin, his teeth wide as he looks at you with a deep, possessive glance. He sees you as prey. You notice that look anywhere, and now he knows you’re a total pushover, with no spine of your own. $Click[After finishing your meal, he pads over to you, and without any warning he waves one of his large paws and pushes you onto your side, pinning you to the ground with a growl. The dogs around you seem to form a kind of circle, you swear it feels like they’re mocking you, laughing at you, bemused at how pathetic you are.] $Click[ [[Whine and whimper submissively.->Whine and whimper submissively.]] [[Growl defiantely.->Growl defiantely.]] ]

You attack from above. Your legs feel achy but you think they have enough strength in them. You hope they do. $Click[But they don't. Weeks of being trapped on that boat has left them weak, and so despite doing your best pounce, you're barely able to jump higher than his shoulders.] $Click[The large muscular doberman simply raises his paw, your maw lands smack into it.] $Click[Then, he shoves his paw to the ground, your maw cought between it. He then stands over you, pushing your face into the dirt.] $Click[ [[Whine and whimper submissively.]] [[Growl defiantely.]] ]

You attack from below. You keep your head low down and go for one of his paws. If he can't stand he can't fight. You've seen your packmates swipe, bite and sweep each other paws all the time, and once a wolf was down he was vulnerable. $Click[The bigger they are, the harder they fall.] $Click[However, the bigger they are, the easier it is for them to easily take a step back. which is exactly what Brutus the large imposing black doberman does. Your jaws land on nothing, you bite at air. And, with your neck in a lowered position, his paw soon land firmly on your throat, pinning you to the ground with his claws pinching and poking into your pelt.] $Click[ [[Whine and whimper submissively.]] [[Growl defiantely.]] ]

You go on the defencive and wait for him to make the first move. $Click[He barely even acknowledges your attempt to defend. Instead he simply raises his paw up into the air. You try to move to the side and sidestep his swing, and then move in to bite his neck.] $Click[But, his paw simply homes in on your neck, flattening you against the ground and winding you. You find it difficult to breathe. You're stuck under his paw.] $Click[ [[Whine and whimper submissively.]] [[Growl defiantely.]] ]

You whine and whimper submissively, but it doesn't seem to stop the dog. Instead he presses on even move, his throat letting out a loud, throaty growl. $Click[(text-colour:yellow)["Just what is going on here! You!"] You here vernon call. Brutus immediately releases you, meanwhile Vernon's hand grabs your collar. (text-colour:yellow)["Here I thought talking might meant you're more civilized, but I suppose all dogs need to be taught how to behave."]] $Click[The Vulpine picks you up by the collar, choking you as he drags your weak whimpering body away from the other canines. Curiously you see many of them look back at you, their tails waving, Brutus especially looking rather smug.] $Click[ [[Next->VernonsPunishment]] ]

You growl defiantly. You've suffered worse, and with all these other canines around you weren't going to show your weakness! $Click[(text-colour:yellow)["Just what is going on here! You!"] You here vernon call. Brutus immediately releases you, meanwhile the vulpines hand grabs your collar. (text-colour:yellow)["Here I thought talking might meant you're more civilized, but I suppose all dogs need to be taught how to behave."]] $Click[The Vulpine picks you up by the collar, choking you as he drags your weak whimpering body away from the other canines. Curiously you see many of them look back at you, their tails waving, Brutus especially looking rather smug.] [[Next->VernonsPunishment]]

They’re ready for a raid, by the looks of it. Their axes are strewn across the boat, their shields along the side. You see food and other such things being loaded one at a time onto the boat and watch curiously when… $Click[Darkness. You’re scooped up off your paws and in a sack. You try to yell, but before you can, you’re kicked harshly. Your yelp is drowned out by the noise of foot traffic. Everything goes dark. You wake up, you head is pounding.] $Click[$NorthMen[“Hey it’s finally awake.”] You hear a voice call, one of the Varger.] $Click[Your nose catches the smell of the sea all around you, not to mention, the strong and overbearing scent of musk. You raise you head, only to feel the tight collar around your neck is fastened to the ship’s mast! You’re not going anywhere.] $Click[You whimper softly and lower your ears.] $Click[$NorthMen[“So, the God.”] One of the Varger chuckles, looking at you. Most of them seem to be rowing. The Varger offers you’re a drink, you’re too dry and thirsty to turn it down, the salty sea leaving your lips chapped and split. you lap it up quickly.] $Click[(text-colour:#15aabf)[“We never should have took him! You have cursed us Ulgar.”] One of the men commented behind you, to which, Ulgar laughed out in a deep voice while coming closer to you. $NorthMen[“This little dog here? The Jarl’s talking out of his ass, he’s no God!”]] $Click[ [[Tell him you are a God]] [[Admit that you are not a God]] ]

You nod your head and call out. “Sure, would be happy to help!” You board the vessel, it’s small and well worn. The wood, especially on the exterior and along the brim of the boat is slippery and slightly green. You can smell the faint smell of dead fish. The men onboard are a mix of ages but seem kind. You can tell the demon’s curse has an effect on some of them, by the way they eye you up. But, for the most part, they know better than to act on whatever urges flow through their minds. The boat pulls out to sea, and you can feel the fresh breeze run through your fur. You place your paws on the edge of the boat as the wind catches the large sail, dragging the ship swiftly, it’s bow cutting through the waves and as it does, the salty air catches on your lips. You lick them and get a fresh taste of the oceans spray. You breathe in deep, never has the air smelled so good, so fresh. You feel free. “Hey $name, would you like to steer?” A voice calls from the helm of the ship. Would you like to partake in fishing? (set:$hours to 8) [[Take the help and help the Varger catch their fish.->FishingMinigame]] (UNFINISHED AND BUGGY) [[Refuse and say you'd rather watch.]]

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"No problem! You're presence will surely bring us some luck. But if you change your mind, we could always use an extra paw!"

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Your body is dragged through the small estate, going deeper and deeper until you can no longer hear the sound of the sea breeze rustling the leaves outside, nor smell it’s salty scent. A different scent crosses your nose, one of dried blood and other bodily fluids as your dragged through increasingly tight and narrow stone slated corridors. $Click[Opening an iron gate, you’re thrust into a wide circular room, adorned with torches, candles, high-up seating and mirrors. In the middle of the room is a wooden contraption, Vernon wastes no time in throwing your body on top of it.] $Click[It’s a strange kind of stocks, up on a plinth. Wood locks around the front of your head, and your front two paws, fixing them in place while a pedestal keeps your rear up high. A small set of stairs leading up to the rear of the contraption allows anyone to come up behind you, while your maw remains at the perfect height for any would be assailant. Vernon fastens a loop around your tail, which when connected to the stocks, leaves your rear exposed and in full view of everyone.] $Click[Then you’re left there. Vernon gives you a slight pat on your rump. (text-colour:yellow)[“I thought your ability to speak might have granted you some intelligence. It’s almost like you were begging to be punished. Tch.”] He says before walking off, leaving you strapped to the device, your maw lowered and rear up in the air.] $Click[ [[Next->VernonBreedingRoom]] ]

You’re left there. You’re not sure for how long, but it’s long enough for your muscles to ache from the stress. Eventually, you hear shuffling. One by one, you see a mix of two-legged figures shuffle in from a door near the high-up seating area. You can’t tell who they are, or even what species, their faces obscured by the lack of light up near the seating area. Yet, from what little light there is, you can see their clothes are adorned with various gems and jewels. Clearly, they are people of immense wealth or power. $Click[(text-colour:yellow)[“Please, take a seat, come see our newest addition!”] Count Vermon calls out, and you here bemused sighs. You can’t tell what they’re saying, they’re speaking mostly in mumbled whispers. Perhaps if you were closer, you might be able to hear them.] $Click[Once they are seated however, the whites of their eyes glimmer and reflect, looking directly at you. You count no less than thirty or so, glistening eyes peering out through the darkness. The room drops to silence, and you hear the scraping of claws.] $Click[You can’t move your head, but your eyes glance to the side. That’s when you spot him… Brutus.] $Click[He's licking his chops, his large tongue flicking over each of his canines, revelling in the thought of chomping down on your insubordinate hide once again. Your heart beats fast.] $Click[$Ala[“Please help!”] You call out, hoping there’d be once decent person in the crowd. $Ala[“I didn’t choose to be here! I never chose this! I don't want this! Please!”]] $Click[A few gasps come from the crowd, mutters, and an exchange of many glances. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[A few of them noticed your caged sheath too, the glossy metal glistening in the torchlight. Some of them nod and chuckle, even trying to convince the others it was part of some act, and that being a deviant, animalistic four-legger your probably signed up for this life of slavery. You whine in defeat. If only you had begged the demon to remove the infernal device.]] $Click[But they only seem all the more excited, you see some nodding. You hear a collection of wow. A know-it-all voice seems to screech a little louder than the rest. (text-colour:#fab005)[“I’ve heard of these, to the far east. The Afkir call them ‘primitives’.”] You sneer slightly, but it’s no use.] $Click[As if a little jealous by your ability to speak, a large paw suddenly pushes your muzzle to the stone cold floor, as brutus takes his place above you, his large intimidating body arching over you, you can feel his sheath already poking at your tailhole, pubbing against it eagerly. He’s done this many times, you can tell. The crowd goes silent, watching eagerly.] $Click[With a soft yelp, you cry as the dog, easily twice your size, spreads open your dry tailhole. Brutu’s paw moves away from your maw, gripping the stocks, his claws adding to the collection of claw marks already on the sturdy wood as he forces himself inside of you.] $Click[$Ala[“HELP! PLEASE!”] You beg and call out, it’s too much, too fast, you feel like something is going to break, your pleads making Brutus furious.] $Click[The large dog stretches his neck above yours. In the corners of your eyes, you catch a glimpse of teeth before his large, strong maw clasps around your muzzle. Your eyes start to water, tears streaming down your face. You whimper. Mumbles of approval travel throughout the crowd.] $Click[Brutus starts to thrust into you, your entire body being slammed up against the wood, your stomach being crushed by the wooden stand keeping your rear up high. He seems to know the perfect angle to cause the maximum amount of discomfort and keep you tense, his cock eagerly swelling and knot slamming into your rear.] $Click[Unlike that of a slow, careful lover, Brutus was brutal and efficient. Even more so than any of the Varger who took a liking to you while couped up on their ship. Through sheer force and bone shattering thrusts, brutus forces his already formed knot inside of you. You scream through his harsh muzzle grab, while the crowd all burst into a round of applause. You feel yourself giving in, feeling submissive you go limp in his hold. Brutus seems to acknowledge your sudden submissive attitude, and perhaps out of nature, starts to tenderly stroke and explore your body with his large paws. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[He touches your caged sheath, and it's all the interaction you need to start leaking pree, his pulsing knot pressing against your porstate enough to milk you of your seed.]] $Click[Once his knot starts to deflate, he pulls out, his large cock dangling while cum leaks from your tailhole. You hear a whistle from Vernon and soon enough, Brutus bounds away while another dog comes to take his place.] $Click[Throughout the day, you’re used by every dog in the kennel, each one cementing their place above you. You see a clear hierarchy, and you’re at the bottom. Though, you soon realize what makes some dogs higher than others. Some are ‘breeders’, others are ‘bitches’. (if:$ChastityWorn is true)[Of course, being a caged bitch like youself, you're distined always be a bitch.] But it becomes apparent, that no matter how high your status in the hierarchy, each of you have only one purpose, to serve the rich and wealthy nobles who visit the Island, most likely in secrecy. Vernon’s island estate is nothing more than a brother, where two-leggers can pay lots of money to enjoy four-leggers in total secrecy. Some of the nobles come from lands where the intimate act is outright banned and punishable by death, others, places where it is simply frowned upon.] $Click[Sometimes they want a one on one session with you, they seem to enjoy one on one sessions with your personally as they like to get your hopes up, with false promises of freedom, some even offering you a place at their side. But there’s no escaping the island, you know that. Vernon ensures of that. You swear he never sleeps, his creepy beady eyes always looking in on everything, peering in from the darkness always at random and scolding the nobles who ‘try’ anything that might effect his bottom line.] $Click[You’re stuck here.] $Click[Sometimes they get other animals to use you too, you’ve been fucked by Brutus so many times you’ve lost count, but compared to the horses, he’s not so bad now. You shudder whenever a horse is brought into the occasion.] $Click[You’ve been here so long; you start to think back on the demoness. Has she abandoned you already? What’s going on here? You wonder… That’s when, one night, you fall asleep, but instead of waking up, you drift further and further…] $Click[ (goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease") ]

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Hours pass by, and your body aches. The bandits seemed to be preparing for a feast, the food they’re cooking smells slightly sour. Clearly they’re not the best off. After a bit of drink, and eating, one who seems to be their leader approaches your cage. He’s clearly Varger, one of his eyes are clouded and his muzzle is full of scars. You also see a tattoo, or brand along his forehead. You notice the other bandits have the same mark. You’re not sure if it’s some kind of gang symbol, or a punishment. The leader leans down and un-muzzles you, his eyes stern. “So? What can you offer us, Jarl’s pooch?” he asks, looking over your cage and scratching his chin curiously.

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You ask about Ivar, the Jarl’s son. $Click[$NorthMen[“Ivar? Legend says, he killed his own siblings as they were in the womb, simply because he wanted all the milk. Strangled them, while they were attached their mother’s cords, chocked them to death, each one of them leaving the womb blue and killing his mother in the processes. Of course, that left the Jarl here with just one family member, one spoiled and cherished son. Where it not for wealth and charisma, that boy would be loathed all around, but his father made sure of that.”]] $Click[The butcher leans in to take a sip from glug from his drink.] $Click[$Northmen[“Some day, there’s no doubt he’ll probably try to take his father’s seat. Many here know that day will come, and loathe to see him there. If you ask me, there’ll be bloodshed. At least for a bit, ‘til it settles down again.”]] [[Ask if the Jarl could be convinced of Ivar's intentions.]] [[Ask something else.->Sit down and talk with the Butcher.]] [[Finish Talking to the Butcher]]

$Ala[“What do you plan on doing now?”] You ask curiously. The more information you can gain about this world and how the residents of Kraven spend their money, the better. $Click[At first he looks at you with slight suspicion, unwilling to give you information, before chuckling and shaking his head. ] $Click[$NorthMen[“Between you and me, this place? No worth sticking around for. Heard rumours, distant lands to the west. Sailors like t’keep it secret. Protects their profits. I’ve always wanted to go see the world, so that’s what I’ll do. Find some place better than this shithole.”]] $Click[You nod. Though, in the back of your mind, you can’t imagine him living somewhere else other than here.] [[Ask something else.->Sit down and talk with the Butcher.]] [[Finish Talking to the Butcher]]

The butcher rests his head in his chin, contemplating the question. $Click[$NorthMen[“He’s soft, but a reasonable man. If we could obtain tangible proof of his treachery, then that’d be enough. In fact…”]] $Click[The Butcher glances over, looking to Ivar, who seems to glance, a hunger in his eyes, directed at you.] $Click[$NorthMen[“He may even try to use you, little wolf, to overthrow his father. Be on your guard. If he approaches you, offering you fame, or glory, tell me. I know how to get the Jarl to be in the right place at the right time. “]] $Click[You give a slight nod.] $Click[$NorthMen[“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”]] [[Ask something else.->Sit down and talk with the Butcher.]] [[Finish Talking to the Butcher]]

You Finish talking with the Butcher and take a step back. He nods to you and carries on with his drinking and scribbling. $Click[(goto:"KV Main Hall")]

You run towards the wolf pack, hoping to see some of your own kin. You run and run and run, though the howls soon die down. You notice a scent barrier, which confuses you. Your pack hadn’t bothered with these for generations. $Click[Nature takes over as you pass it, shiver travelling all the way down your spine. Your ears flatten and tail tucks between your legs as you proceed with caution.] $Click[Though, not long after cross, you hear a snarl. You turn to the left, where a grey wolf with a ragged coat and cloudy eyes snarls at your, all teeth bared and nuzzled scrunched up tightly.] $Click[ [[Try to talk to the wolf.]] [[Run away.]] ]

You try to talk to the wolf. $Click[$Ala[“Hey! Peace, I don’t mean any harm, my name i-.”]] $Click[Before you’re able to say anything, the wolf lunges on you. He’s nearly twice your size as he jumps on top of you, his jaws squeezing into your throat, tight enough to draw blood.] $Click[You whimper as loudly as you can, you can’t help but let out a soft. $Ala[“P-please…”] Even though you’re sure the wild untamed feral beast can’t understand you. He just sees you as an intruder. You curl your paws up to your chest and whine and try to seem as unthreatening as possible. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Wait.” He hear a voice call.]] $Click[In the corner of your eye you see another wolf, taller, much older. $Ala[“Y-you can talk?”] You ask.] $Click[The wolf with its jaws around your neck suddenly tightens his grip. (text-colour:#ffc078)[“Silence intruder.”] His voice is slightly muffled, but still intelligible.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffc078)[“Alpha, he's the talking one. We must kill him, and quickly.”]] $Click[The old wolf, clearly the Alpha, moves forwards, looking at you body curiously. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“So quick to kill a pup? I thought I taught you better.”] The Alpha chuckles, lowering a paw against his subordinate’s neck and pulling him off your throat. You don’t dare move as he circles around you.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“So you’re the God the two-leggers have been talking about.”] The wolf lowers his maw and sniffs you curiously. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Tell me, where did you come from little wolf?”]] $Click[ [[Claim you were sent from the heavens.]] [[Tell the truth.]] ]

You run away as fast as you can. These wolves will be totally mindless, and would most likely attack you after all. After a bit of leg work you make it back to the Kraven city outskirts. $Click[(goto:"KVOutskirts")]

$Ala[“I want sent by the heavens to-.”] $Click[The large Alpha bursts out laughing, raising his paw and pushing it against raising his paw and pushing it against your maw. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Nice try whelp. Now, I’m going to move my maw, and I want the truth. Otherwise, I’ll rip out your tongue and make sure you never speak again.”]] $Click[ You wince. Looks like he called your bluff. [[Tell the Truth.->Tell the truth.]] ]

You tell the truth. At least, half of it. $Ala[“I come from a land far away. I… I’m not sure how I got here. But the two-leggers, in Kraven seem convinced I’m a God.”] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“That is because we convinced them.”] The Alpha speaks, his subordinate looking a little uneasy.] $Click[$Ala[“You?”] You ask.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Well, our ancestors. You see, many years ago, our ancestors were able to… figure out that the two-leggers minds are incredibly… Gullible when it comes to the supernatural. Their fear of death means they’ll believe anything to escape it, eating up any promise of an afterlife. They believed my ancestor, Faolan, was a God. It really didn’t take much to convince them. He was able to live an easy life, with food and the like. Until more wolves had the same idea, and confessed themselves as rival gods. Not before long, the entire world broke out into war, each clan believing their God was more superior, willingly giving their lives for an afterlife which was totally made up.”] He said with a chuckle. You listen intently. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“However, as time went on, it was clear these two-leggers would be willing to sacrifice absolutely everything. Food dwindled, society itself was on the brink of collapse and so my ancestors came together with a plan. We formed a pack, and vanished from the two-leggers lives, killing any wolf who didn’t join us in our exile. For generations we’ve kept up a guise, on the outside living like regular wolves and killing anyone who dares try to speak with the two-leggers."]] $Click[The Alpha’s subordinate growls at you, you can tell he wants to end your life here and now.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“However, you I feel are different. I have a feeling about you I… Can’t quiet describe. Please, come visit me, and I'll allow you to remain around Kraven for however long it takes you to make it back home. But, be aware we have scouts and spies. Do not entertain these two-leggers zealous fantasies any more than necessary. Otherwise, next time I won’t interfere with my subordinate’s actions.”]] $Click[You gulp slightly and nod.] $Click[(text-colour:green)[Congratulations. You can now visit the Kraven wolf pack from the Outskirts menu.] (set: $KVWolfPackVisit to true) [[Visit the Kraven WolfPack]] [[Return to Kraven->KVOutskirts]] ]

Passed the scent barrier, you make it to the main clearing where the pack seems to congregate. There’s quiet a few glares cast your way, particularly from the subordinate who pinned you down in the forest. You feel a little uneasy. [[Visit the Alpha.]] [[Talk to the Subordinate.]] [[Return to Kraven.->KVOutskirts]]

(set: $VisitAlpha to (passage:)'s name) (if: (history:) contains $KR1)[ The Alpha's den is unlike any you've seen. The front, instead of being open, is covered in wood with what looks like a small horizontal door, similar to that you've seen at the two-legged structures. Only, you're able to enter this one simply by pushing your head against the flap, you body soon following and the door closing behind you. $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“H-hello? Alpha?”] You say softly.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Please. Call me Bedwyr.”] A voice replies softly. You step into his den, and notice everything… Feels a lot warmer. You also notice the Alpha’s den is filled with trinkets and items you’d expect to see in a two-leggers home. You see a strange item on a low desk, it looks like some kind of glove. Everything it suited to your kind. You can even see ashes around a pit, suggesting that there was a working fireplace. You’re a little taken back.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Impressed? Just because we look like mindless wolves on the outside, doesn’t mean we still can’t enjoy the finer things those two-leggers produce.”] He said with a soft chuckle, moving closer to you. You get a whiff of his scent, strong and musty. Although you’ve only recently met, his eyes look at you with softness and longing. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Please, make yourself comfortable.”] He tells you.] $Click[ [[Ask what the strange object on the desk is.]] [[Tell Bedwyr about the Jarl’s plan and ask for help.]] [[Ask to stay for a while.]] [[Leave his den.->Visit the Kraven WolfPack]] ] ] (else:)[ You step into the Alpha’s den, ducking under the flap. $Ala[“Good afternoon, Bedwyr.”] You say softly. $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Ah yes, $name what a pleasure. Come join me!”] He invites you in and once again you admire the cosy, homely atmosphere inside the den. The rugs and cushions, the low table and fire of which there as still a few glistening embers, no doubt from this morning’s breakfast. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Are you hungry little wolf?”] He asks. You lower your ears and approach him with a genuine smile.] $Click[ [[Ask what the strange object on the desk is.]] [[Tell Bedwyr about the Jarl’s plan and ask for help.]] [[Ask to stay for a while.]] [[Leave his den.->Visit the Kraven WolfPack]] ] ]

As you approach the gathered wolves, there conversations die down. The stare at you with angry, cold eyes and gritted teeth, muzzles starting to turn to snarls. It’s clear you’re not welcome among them. [[Approach the Wolves.]] (if: $contentwarning is true)[(bg:red)[Death, Rape, and Insects ahead!]]] [[Step Back.]]

You motion to the strange mechanical claw on the desk. You can’t help but ask. $Ala[“A-. Bedwyr, what is that… Thing?”] You ask. $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Aaaah. I thought that might catch your attention.”] He says with a chuckle, padding over to the item. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“One of my scouts found it, at the market. It seems nobody there knew what it was. We know its purpose but we don’t know who made it or why. I was hoping you might be able to help me.”] He says while placing his paw and foreleg in the glove compartment. You can see various marking and arrows to different areas, and what looks like text written in a language you’re totally unfamiliar with. To you it looks like strange symbols. Perhaps even the demoness doesn’t understand the strange language.] $Click[$Ala[“Sorry, I’ve… No idea… I’ve never seen one before.”] You say. The Alpha shakes his head. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Don’t worry, it was a long shot. But worth a try.]] $Click[The Alpha lowers his maw and pulls on a belt. The contraption tightens firmly to his foreleg. It seems he’s able to walk on. Then, as he tenses his paw, a spare flexible claws tightens. The Alpha gives a little demonstration, grabbing various objects around the room. And, by twisting and tensing his muscles, he’s able to twist and manipulate objects, just like a two legger. All the while, with each movement, rackily gears click and turn. It’s engineering beyond anything you’ve ever seen, even from a two-legger.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Fascinating, isn’t it?”] He comments, before unleashing the strap. Suddenly the contraption goes limp, and slides off Bedwyr’s foreleg. You nod. Fascinating and useful, you think to yourself. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“But, the problem is, we have no idea who made it or why. Or how it ended up in Kraven.”] He says. Again all you can do is give a useless shrug. ] $Click[ [[Talk about something else.->Visit the Alpha.]] [[Leave->AlphaDenLeave]] ]

You explain about the plan the Jarl has to try and unite the two kingdoms using you. (if: $IvarPlanKnow is true)[And, not to mention, Ivar’s plan to overthrow his father. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)["Yes... That Ivar. Scouts report he's a slimy one, not to be trusted."]] (bg:red)[This event will effect the colcusion of the Kraven chapter and is still being worked on.] [[Return->Visit the Alpha.]]

The last few days have been hard on you. the day is growing late and you nice Brewyn is just starting a fire, using the strange claw device the carve sparks from a metal rod, soon lighting up a blaze. The smoke travels through a chute and out of the den. $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Come here, little wolf. Come get warm.”] He says, keeping the strange claw hand on his paw and leaning to one side, raising a foreleg to invite you next to his side.] $Click[You nod and cuddle up to the old Alpha. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“My my my, you are a precious little thing. Part fox, I assume?”] He asks, his paw moving over, the clawed contraption starting to comb over your fur. Your muscles shiver, tensing at first before realxing in a state of bliss. It’s just what you needed. You’re so distracted, you almost forget the question and let out a slight wince of panic. Through Brewyn seems to simply find it amusing.] $Click[$Ala[“Y-yes, my mother.”]] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“I see… Do you miss them?”] He asks.] $Click[$Ala[“I never really knew them.”] You say honestly.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[Bewyn seems to grip you even tighter, holding you a little more closely, the clawed hand raking over your fur as he holds onto you possessively, but it’s an affectionate kind of possessive. It feels genuine. As though he has your best intentions to heart. Your own hear beats faster, as his tongue lowers to groom over your maw.] (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“I’m sorry to hear, little wolf. Did they at least name you?”] He asks.] $Click[$Ala[“Yes, my name is $name.]” You tell him. He continues to groom you. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Cute. Befitting a little wolf like yourself.”] He grooms your fur over the next few hours, his tongue exploring every part of you. You surrender yourself to the wolf, his mix of authority and kindness feeling a little foreign, but certainly welcome. His open hear feels like a heart of gold. After always being picked on for being a halfbreed, it felt good to meet someone who not only accepted, but seemed to love you for who you are.] $Click[The Alpha looks down at you, and rather suddenly, pushes his maw against yours.] $Click[You do little to resist, as he large tongue explores your small maw, pushing around One of his paws strokes along your cheek, while the claw gasps your scruff, holding you there as his tongue digs deep into your maw and to the back of your throat. You don’t fight it. Against your stomach you feel his sheath start to harden.] $Click[ [[Encourage it.]] [[Say you’re not comfortable.]] ]

You nod your head and take your leave, stepping out of the Alpha's den. $Click[(goto:"Visit the Kraven WolfPack")]

You rub your leg against his sheath, his pericing gaze looks into your eyes as you feel it getting harder and harder. Your own sheath in responses, presses gainst his. You feel already, he’s almost four times your size. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Adorable.”] He comments, his voice much m ore deeper and lustful. $Click[He positions his cock against your sheath and starts to pish in, the tip spreading your sheath out, both of your members rubbing against each other, glistening wet.] $Click[His maw retreats from yours, now holding you firmly, booking his hips, canine cock pulsing in your sheath until you start to whine softly. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Shhh.”] He whispers. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Tell me Pup. Where would you like it to go?”]] $Click[ [[Maw]] [[Tailhole]] ]

(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Don’t worry little wolf, come here. Get some sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”] $Click[You don’t want to let him down. Afterall, it’s pretty much been your life purpose to be able to give pleasure to other wolves like this, it’s what you’ve been made to do for years. But with this wolf it feels different, and you don’t want to to be so soon, to be so rushed and quick. It feels wrong. That kind of relationship feels wrong. You don’t want that.] $Click[A large paw holds the back of your head and stokes up and down gently. It’s only then you realize you were whimpering, and that your eyes were clouding up from tears, your breaths startled, body shaking. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Shhh I understand. Don’t worry, little wolf. You’re safe here. You’re safe with me. Lets get some sleep.”] He says reassuringly.] $Click[After your panic attack is over, your muscles feel tired, sleepy, and drained. You soon find yourself drifting off to sleep in the large wolf’s paws.] $Click[(goto:"BrywnMorning")]

$Ala[“Maw.”] You say timidly, your cheeks blushing. Bedwyr nods and chuckles. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Feeling like a bit of servicing? Hm. Well. Take your time.”] He says, as he positions his crotch so that your met with his sheath. His strong scent goes straight up your nose, activing something deep in your brain, you cock twitching as you press your muzzle against his sheath. $Click[It’s already wet and pulsing. Using your paw, you pull it out, stroking his growing knot. Your maw gets closer and closer, opening up and taking his cock in your maw. You get a taste of his pre. It sits on your tongue. You swallow. Your throat tingles. Eagerly Bedwyr starts to thrust his hips, the boned knotted cock pushing to the back of your throat. You don’t even gag, merely leaning in and wrapping your canine tongue around his cock. He gasps and you feel him shudder in pleasure. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“You’re experienced at this. Didn’t know I had a professional maw-slut.”] He says with a deep chuckle.] $Click[Your cheeks go red as you continue servicing you cock. Somehow it didn’t feel humiliating… Rather… Encouraging, your tail swishing back and forth. Then, you feel his large body shuffle and shuffle. Before you know it, you feel his tongue at your own (if: $ChastityWorncock is true)[locked cock. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)["Oh? Locked up and wanting to service other's cocks? Well aren't you just the perect subservient little she-wolf. I'm going to have so much fun with you!"]](else:)[cock.] ] $Click[Your tail stiffens and you gasp. You have never felt a tongue around those parts, the tongue of another wolf. It feels strange… But you like it. Perhaps too much as you soon feel yourself loose control. Your cock doesn't even get a chance to fully grow before you cum into the Alpha’s maw, who swallows it quickly and without issue. Though, his thrusts don’t stop, in fact, they continue with renewed vigour.] $Click[Within moments, the Alpha empties his balls down your throat, your throat bulging as you try to swallow it all, the same way he had done. You don’t get every drop, there’s too much. Some of it drops to the floor, while others matt around your lips. You’re left panting and feeling tired. Bedwyr shuffles, until once against he’s facing you. He gives your maw a few slurps, lapping up whatever cum was there before smiling at you warmly, pulling you in for a hug. “You did well, little wolf.” He says softly, you can feel his voice in his chest.] $Click[You lay by the fire together, the crackling orange glow warming your bodies. It doesn’t take long for you both to drift off to sleep, your maw buried in the large wolfs fur, feeling safe and protected. [[Next->BrywnMorning]] ]

$Ala[“T-tailhole.”] You say softly . $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“That I can do. But it might hurt a little.”]] $Click[You nod. You know you’re more than okay with it. The wolf shuffles to position himself behind you, his paws gripping your chest into a cuddle as his cock searches around your rear. Within seconds, he finds it, and lines his cock up with your tailhole.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Shhh”] He coos softly, before pushing his cock rather suddenly into your rear. You whine, the claw soon holding your muzzle, just to muffle your whine a little, before letting go and stroking your fur. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Done this a few times, I can tell.”] He says. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“I’m getting the feeling that perhaps you’re a bit of a slut back here?”] You blush. Surprisingly it doesn’t feel degrading. Rather… Comforting. Supportive.] $Click[He works himself into a rhythm, pumping back and forth into your rear as his paws explore your small body. He keeps you close, he keep you warm. His paw them moves to your own cock,(if: $ChastityWorn is true)[ before suddently noticing the chastity cage locked around it. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)["All locked up are we? Does the little puppy enjoy being a kinky little bitch? Perhaps myself and my pack should address you as a girl from now on."] He teases as he plays with your cock.](else:)[ giving it a few strokes back and forth, making sure you’re kept hard.] You ground and push you muzzle into his fur, getting a smell of his delicious musty scent. Far more refined than any other Alpha you know.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“I can feel my knot. This may sting a little, $name . Even for you.”] His teeth gently hold you scruff as he pushes his knot into your tailhole. This time you can’t help but let out a small yelp, but shortly after the pain you get an immense feeling of pleasure. The growing, swelling knot passing over your prostate, making you see starts. Bedwyr wastes no time in grabbing your (if: $ChastityWorn is true)[caged cock, rubbing it and, in unison, you feel you and the Alpha both cum at the same time, emptying your seed, his filling you up while your own cum spurts onto the floor below, leaking from your strained cage.](else:)[cock, rubbing it and, in unison, you feel you and the Alpha both cum at the same time, emptying your seed, his filling you up while your own cum spurts onto the floor below, leaking from your cock.]] $Click[You both pant, feeling of post-orgasm affection making the large wolf grab you tighter, pulling you in. You nuzzle up to his, your rear still attached to his cock. The warmth of the crackling fire makes you feel warm and cosy. You drift off to sleep.] $Click[Sometime, throughout the night, you wake up. But only for a moment, as the Alpha’s knot deflates and slides out from your rear. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Shhh.”] He says softly, while cuddling you. You soon drift off back to sleep.] $Click[ [[Next->BrywnMorning]] ]

You wake up a few times throughout the night. You don’t usually sleep this long, but each time you wake you feel the warm wolf by your side, and therefore you feel not need to get up or move, and drift back to sleep. $Click[However, come morning, you wake and no longer feel the wolf there by your side. Your ears lower and you whine softly as you look up and around. You spot Bedwyr instantly however, he’s shuffling around. The fire is back on, roaring. The scent of food wafts to your nose, as well as the scent of morning air as it blows through the den entrance.] $Click[He’s hopping around with his claw. And, similar to the two-leggers, he seems to be manipulating his food into a different finished product rather than simply just eating it raw. You have to admit, after spending some time in Kraven, the cooked meat there has interested you.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“Take you place at the table, if you would $name “] He says with a smile. You nod and sit at the table. There’s no chairs, but just a soft rub for you to place your rear on. Bedwyr sits opposite, his clawed device lowering a plate of meat before you. Elk, by the smell of it. The outside is charred, giving it that unique and slightly bitter taste you’ve grown to like. Bedwyr takes his place opposite you. You can’t help but comment. $Ala[“This… Feels an awful lot like a two-leggers place.”] You comment, before holding your maw. You don’t want to come across as rude. Though, luckily he doesn’t seem to take offense.] $Click[(text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“That it probably does, but. It’s my opinion, that us and the two-leggers are meant to work together.”] He lowers his maw to the claw device and un-straps it. It falls lifelessly on the table. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“They have the most amazing skills, with their paws. And can be very creative. But, they’re also incredibly stupid, easily led astray.”] He glances over to the claw device. (text-colour:#ffa8a8)[“It’s my belief that we failed. And are doomed to live this way because of our greed. But, perhaps, somewhere in the world, others have succeeded. Whereas others, such as yourself, have yet to try. That’s why, in part, I want to help you get home. Learn where we went wrong.”] He says as he starts to eat his breakfast.] $Click[In front of you is more food than what you’d usually get in a week, it almost makes you want to cry with just how good it is.] $Click[ [[Ask if you could stay here with him.]] [[Tell Bedwyr about the Jarl’s plan and ask for help.]] ]

WIP [[Back->BrywnMorning]]

You press on and get a little closer, lowering your ears to seem less threatening. That’s when, suddenly from you flank, a wolf-dog approaches with scary speed. With a paw, the wolf-dog slaps your across the maw and nearly sends you sprawling. “Like playing God do you? Mutt!” You raise a paw to your cheek and whine. Within seconds, the Subordinate from earlier comes forward and pushes you over, pinning you to the ground. “Why the fuck couldn’t you just stay away? Coming in here causing issues. Poor Brent here has basically had to work overtime watching your sorry ass!” (if: $IvarPlanKnow is true)[“And this worthless waste of space has been conspiring with Ivar of all people!” The rest of the wolves seem to groan and join in, circling you with their teeth bared at the sound of this news.] (else:)[The wolves start to circle around you, your body being pinned to the ground.] With little warning, comes a chorus of bites to your belt. And not gentle ones. You yelp. “Shut that muzzle up.” The WolfDog says, and immediately one of the wolves pins your maw to the ground, griding it into the dirt, digging a little hole for your maw and covering it full of dirt as a series of bites and claws rip and shred your pelt to tatters. Then, each of them seem to have fun making target practice out of your body, slamming into you, bruising you, winding you. “You never should have come here.” The subordinate said cruelly, as he stuffs your face into the dirt. There’s a chorus of shocked gasps as the subordinate stacks to buck against you. You know what to expect as his sheath presses up against your tailhole and penetrates your rear without any care. Meanwhile, his paw keeps your maw stuffed into the dirt. Dirt clogs up your nose. You try to sneeze, but its no good. Some of the dirt travels into your lungs and you start to choke. He doesn’t seem to care. You tap out, trying to wiggle and squirm. He simply growls, keeping you in place, keeping your maw in the dirt even as your lungs start to burn and you cry out in the dirt desperately for air. He doesn’t show you mercy. As your lungs become more and more pained, your vision becomes dark, you head hurts… You find yourself slipping off into a dream state. You wake up with a gasp. It’s no longer daytime. You can seen the moon’s gaze up above. Your head is cloudy and your body hurts all over. Though, it feels like you can’t move… At all. Around you, there’s a foul stench, one that makes you want to throw up, but you don’t have the energy to. You feel something sharp. You yelp, or at least try to. And then you feel it. Insects. Thousands of them. Ants, flies and the rest. They fall out of your maw, bite and wiggle into your wounds, you feel a thousand legs around your cock, sharp teeth trying to push their way into your urethra and worms all over your tailhole. You try to scream, but you can’t. All you can do is wait, wait for it to be over. Seconds feel like hours, and you’re left there to decompose. Your body eventually goes into a fever, the sharp bites and stings feeling a little less as your shake all over. But you can still feel them on you, inside you, eating you from the inside… You long for death which mercifully comes in the form of your organs shutting down from the stress. $Click[(goto:"KVCorruptionIncrease")]

You step back and head back to the clearing. $Click[(goto:"Visit the Kraven WolfPack")]