Ziek stared up at the wolf, trembling. He couldn't move, he couldn't think. There was something warm and wet trickling down his leg. Ziek didn't react. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the moist lips glistening in the moonlight. He tried to speak and couldn't get out more than squeak.

The wolf met Zieks eyes, not with any kind of recognition or consideration for the trembling, plump goat standing naked between his legs, but with a sense of casual amusement and a bit of hungry desire. The beast's jaws parted ever so slightly. It was just a few degrees, but it was enough to let several lines of drool drip down onto the goat's head. Ziek didn't react, he seemed to be even more paralyzed by the ever so slight flash of teeth. The saliva ran down his face and mingled with his tears.

"I... I... ple-... pleas-..." he was stammering now, he couldn't finish a word. He didn't even know what he was trying to say.

The wolf licked his chops. The goat boy looked delicious~ Plump and juicy, soft fur and tender meat, unable to run, trembling and wetting itself in fear. There was nowhere for his snack to hide, no possible hope of escape. And the snack seemed to understand this. It didn't even resist as he leered at it, his mouth moving closer and closer. The wolf was hungry and not in the mood to draw this out unnecessarily, but he couldn't resist pausing for just a second to smell the goat's fear, to watch it stammer and shake as it grappled with it's imminent death. What a cute little creature~... staying still like a good little goat, almost like it was offering itself to its predator.

The wolf chuckled and the hot steam from his breath swirled around Ziek. The forest air felt cold on Ziek's skin now, his fur was slightly matted from the damp breath and the saliva dripping down over him.

"I... I... please... I-I..."

The wolf's jaws parted and descended down around him. He just stood there. Why was he standing there? This couldn't be happening.

"Please." He didn't know who he was saying it to. He was staring down the wolf's throat now. He couldn't look away.

As adorable as the goat was, the wolf wasn't in a mood to toy with prey. What felt like an eternity to the goat was really only a few seconds. His tongue slid down over the goat's naked front, enjoying the mixture of flavors, than in an quick gesture he tossed the goat to the back of his throat, closed his mouth and swallowed. It had been maybe 30 seconds, a minute, since he had stepped over the terrified creature. The goat was cute, but wasn't special. Just a snack. The beast felt the creature settle into his stomach and gave a satisfied huff at the aftertaste and the pleasurable feeling of soft flesh against his stomach walls. The goat was supple and sweet, a rare and lovely treat for a beast used to hunting hardier game. He got up and padded off, deeper in to the forest. Before he had gone 20 steps he had forgotten everything about the goat except that soft, rich flavor and the satisfying lump nestled safely within him. The goat was a filling snack, but still just a snack. It didn't even make a bulge from the outside. He'd need to look for more prey later tonight.

Ziek felt each moment in terrifying detail. The tongue slid under him and lifted him (it was nearly as large as his body) and then he was inside the mouth and the wolf's breath filled his lungs and left him sweating, and then there was a soft toss and he was lying on the tongue and the mouth closed around him and he didn't even struggle, he just gave a soft whine as he felt his body tilt downwards and slide down the wolf's throat and this couldn't be happening, it just couldn't he needed it to stop, to slow down and...

Ziek emerged from the tunnel, squeezed unceremoniously through the sphincter to plop down into the wolf's welcoming, tummy. It was fleshy. Not tight, but wet and sticky and so unbelievably hot, and the odor of the wolf was everywhere: a not altogether unpleasant musk but with a subtle undertone of acid and death. He couldn't stand up because the walls and floor weren't sturdy enough to get a grip or bearing. He was forced to lie down sideways, like he was in a hammock, just swinging back and forth in the pouch.

Truthfully it was almost the perfect size for him. Not so small that he was being constricted by the walls, but also not so large that he couldn't reach up and touch the top or sides, inches away from his horizontal body. Thoughts were running through Ziek's head but they weren't connecting. He listened to the heartbeat of his predator. The wolf made a soft, almost inaudible growl but it reverberated through Ziek like an earthquake.

He could struggle, but what would be the point? What could he do? His mind refused to connect, refused to understand what was happening. He felt the wolf get up and pad deeper into the woods, each step taking him further and further from civilization. He didn't even run. He didn't even try to get away. And now no one was ever going to find him again, not his remains, not even a single trace. He was being shepherded into the deepest parts of the forest, an invisible lump within the wolf's guts. Even his predator would soon forget that he was there.

Ziek didn't struggle. The stomach compressed slightly as the wolf burped out some air. They would already be deep enough now into the woods now, deep enough to fully disappear.

Ziek curled up into a ball and cried. Nothing and no one noticed that he did.

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