The Three Little Farmer’s Daughters
“No, not like that! Smoother, straighter
The three girls had been working in the large garden for the last four hours and were spending a fifth hour making sure that the planting rows for the coming season were properly set for the work that Beverly would finish tomorrow. For the whole time, Gloria had been working slowly, plodding along at her usual moping stride, and Candice had been doing a slipshod job, trying to get things done as quickly as possible at the expense of doing it right. And Beverly had needed to spend half the time barking different orders and corrections to both of them, keeping all three of them out later than intended, and having to continue as she watched Candice’s current row making small zigzags the further she went.
“Get it together!”
“Look, if you want it so perfect, why
don’t you do it?” Candice said, stopping in her tracks. She had been doing the
best she could, it was hot out, and she had had all she could take of
At school, Candice had made such better plans and was watching their potential fade away as the sun drew closer to the horizon. At the start of the day she had managed to get her naturally curly blond hair perfectly teased and styled, a feat that seemed almost impossible on many days. And when dressing in the tight pink t-shirt and jeans that accentuated her body perfectly and putting on a light pink nail polish, she felt like the perfect bombshell, the sort she’d always dreamed of being. Not necessarily glamorous, but sexy in that country sort of way with a perky bosom that had thankfully budded well and a shapely face that already drew looks from a number of the boys at school. And it had paid off today. Jerry had finally asked her out for the evening, now that he’d managed to get his car up and running.
Friends since elementary school, Candice and Jerry had been flirting with each other in general for the past several weeks. They could both feel the obvious attraction, but the idea had felt awkward until today. Maybe it was the fact that Candice felt like she looked perfect, or it might have been that Jerry was so happy to finally have his license and a working car. Candice had had hers for a few months but only had access to a truck that her sister never let her borrow. Whatever the reason, he had apparently decided that this morning he’d take things to the next level and she was more than ready to accept. They’d planned for her to call him as soon as she was available, then he would come and pick her up and they’d go see what was playing in town. Or maybe, as Candice was somewhat hoping, they’d simply take a drive out through the country, enjoying their newfound sixteen-year-old independence. Then they’d find a nice secluded spot and he’d work up the nerve to really kiss her for the first time. Then they’d embrace, more than friends now, and start rubbing against each other in the car and…
“And unlike the two of you,” Beverly’s voice cut through the reverie, bringing Candice back to the present where she stood in the field in a blue bikini top, cutoff jeans and sandals, sweating from the heat and the work, “I was up before dawn so that I could start working on the rest of the chores around the farm and have been all day. There was plenty of work to do in the back fields, the cows had to be hooked to the milking machines and Rita was particularly a handful today. The chickens had to be fed, and all the other things that you two don’t even seem to have any clue about. So don’t give me any crap about who’s had a long day.”
“What does it matter?” Gloria piped in, sounding slightly sullen and more than a little annoyed. “Nothing really lasts and this little arrangement is no different. It’s all pointless, but the fact that I’ll be out of here before we even have another harvest makes this work even more pointless.”
“Give it a rest, Gloria. You’re at home now; you’re not around the other kids at school and we’ve seen it enough, so you can drop the act.”
“Whatever.” Rolling her eyes, Gloria simply returned to her row, muttering, “God, I can’t wait for June.”
June was when she would finally graduate
from the seeming eternal torment of the public school system and be free of
this hick farming town – not to mention her two sisters – that would never
truly understand her. Gloria knew that at eighteen she could technically leave
any time she wanted as she was now an adult and not trapped under
Everyone else called her a “goth”, but these hicks just didn’t understand. Gloria did wear mostly black and old-world style, lacey outfits but didn’t spend hours making up her face in white or with dark eye shadow, which she saw as a waste of time and effort. Other than a bit of black nail polish to accent her style, she usually wore almost no make-up because that wasn’t real beauty. All the hillbillies she’d grown up with were always putting on some kind of façade that Gloria found completely without merit. Other girls dyed their hair blond or tried to change it into something else that it wasn’t while she felt proud of her simple, straight black hair from her father’s side of the family. Everyone tried to blend in, to be something they weren’t, but at least she felt close to being real. And soon she’d be free from all their ridiculing, conformist ignorance and escaping into real academia and learning. She could almost taste it. Being among intellectuals. Meeting other poets that would actually understand her. Not having to deal with yokels pointing and laughing or giving her strange looks when she expressed herself. Not having to deal with a completely vapid “normal” sister on one side and a completely close-minded analytical sister on the other constantly bickering about completely mundane and pointless topics.
So for now, Gloria plodded away when there were chores to be done and bided her time. Standing there at the end of her row in the old one-piece bathing suit she’d put on for the sake of the heat she watched for a moment as Beverly and Candice continued to argue before she simply started another row. The garden was almost done and regardless of what the other two did, she could at least be free for the evening in just a few minutes.
“Look, for the last time, we can all pitch in at this point, so hiring extra hands would be a waste of money,” Beverly was telling Candice once again as they worked on the last few rows.
“But it would make things so much easier! I just can’t take this, going to school every day, working out here, getting dirty every afternoon, missing out on half the dances because I don’t have time to get ready and get there. I want a life!”
“Well money just doesn’t appear from the farm. It takes a lot of work and some investment and the profits aren’t always as big or as guaranteed as you seem to think they are. Especially when they have to feed three mouths. You’d understand that if you’d ever paid any attention to the business side of things.”
“Oh God. Just because you really get into all that stuff doesn’t mean everyone else does. And just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean we have to be.”
So why hadn’t the farm simply been left to her? She had expected that she would be named as its sole owner when their father had passed away, or that at least she would have a primary controlling interest. But instead it had been clearly stated that the farm and its profits would always be split equally three ways between them for as long as they lived. It just wasn’t fair. She knew that Gloria was planning to leave as soon as she graduated or at least as soon as the summer was over, and she knew that Candice would not be reliable help at all. So they’d simply sponge off the farm that she kept running, and she’d have to hire help, which would eat into the profitability of the farm. Couldn’t her father have seen that when he looked at all three of them? That she was the most responsible? If only things had been different. She could give her sisters some kind of appropriate allowance, but not have them eating so much into the overall profits. Now though…
Standing in the garden in the work shorts and tank top she’d been wearing since the morning, her strawberry blond hair blowing lightly in a gentle breeze, her thoughts were broken by a howl that echoed over the farm.
Far away, at the top of a hill overlooking the entire property, a lithe, lupine figure brought the binoculars he’d been using back to his eyes. His black fur gently wafting in the same breeze that sent their smell to him as his legs shifted in the blue jeans he wore, the tall wolf couldn’t help a little smirk as he watched the girls react to his taunt.
Brushing his shock of red hair away from the green eyes that peered through the binoculars, he could see them huddling closer now. The two younger morsels were coming closer to talk with their big sister and he could barely make out the youngest saying, “What was that?” More conversation followed that he couldn’t quite understand, but it didn’t matter. They were already feeling the fear that came from old stories, their minds clearly filling in the blanks of just what might be out there.
Laying the binoculars on the grass to be
“Okay, it’s getting closer now,” Candice said in a tremulous voice, “And don’t try to tell me it’s just some animal out in the woods.”
“Of course it’s not. It is the voice of death rolling low over the valley, coming now for us as it has come for so many…”
“Stop it, Gloria,”
“Who’s taunting?” Gloria said, clearly also shaken. “I want to go inside. It could indeed be one of them.”
“You two. At your ages.”
Candice was undeterred. “Wolf, cougar, bear, whatever. We all know they still have colonies out there in the woods and a lot of them like to eat… Wait a second, what ‘one more chore’? You said hoeing the garden this was the last thing!”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I almost forgot that…”
Another howl broke the argument, even closer this time than the last two. And louder.
“That’s it, I’m not staying here another minute!” Candice said, tossing her hoe to the ground.
Gloria and Candice looked at each other,
“And you two know that I always lock up no matter what to keep in the habit. All right. We need to finish these things tonight. So if I go and get Dad’s old rifle, will that make you both feel better? Then we can get things done and you both can do whatever it is you want to do tonight?”
“I guess so,” Candice said.
“Fine.” Gloria agreed, nodding.
“Okay, back in just a moment. Try to calm down and get this done.”
From just inside the tree line that
marked the edge of the farm,
Waiting for the wind to be just right to
carry it just right as the two girls unsteadily returned to their work,
Candice shivered as she heard that low growl coming from the trees. She couldn’t see anything, but she knew there was something there. Something that wanted her. She dropped the hoe again and looked to Gloria.
“Do you hear that?”
“I’m certainly not deaf,” her sister returned, a tremble in her own voice.
“Let’s go see what’s keeping
Both of them ran for the house without another word. The old brick farmhouse was around the corner of the stables used for milking the cows and several yards further into the property. Crossing over the front lawn to the door, they could see that it was still dark. Candice tried the knob, found it locked, and began pounding on the door while Gloria looked out towards the garden and the tree line.
“Bev?” Candice shouted. “
She turned to see her sister pointing out towards the corner of the barn where a tall figure was strolling casually around the corner to make its way to them.
“Giiii-iiirls…” a voice called to them with a taunting, sing-song quality, “Come over for diin-nerrr!”
The figure did not vary its pace at all, but came for them in that measured way as if it had all the time in the world. They could both see the animal features as it steadily came closer, the triangle ears flicking lightly.
“Candice, run. We’ve got to run. Find
someplace to hide. I just hope
Finally shaken out of her fear, Candice took to her feet as well. After a moment of pure terror, she’d suddenly flashed on exactly where she could hide.
By the corner of the stables,
Candice shucked her sandals halfway to the old barn. It seemed easier to run barefoot as she raced for the large red building and in through the door. Locking it behind her, she immediately ran for the ladder that led to the hayloft and climbed furiously. Hay was piled into the corners and the loft doors let in the light from the sun as it began to move lower in the sky.
Looking around her, shaking and still wondering if the wolf might find a way in, Candice quickly moved to shove the piles together into a larger one in one corner. When she felt it looked at least somewhat undisturbed, she began to work her way under the pile, burying herself as deep as she could inside it until she felt fully covered. It was hot and stifling, but she would stay here as long as she needed to. If the wolf did come and did happen to figure out that she’d come in here and managed to get in, he at least would think that she decided against staying in the barn and had moved on somewhere else. So she lay as still as she could under the hay, waiting to hear one of her sisters say that everything was alright.
And as he came to the barn door and found
it locked from the inside, he wondered if she realized just how obvious that made
her hiding place. Circling the barn and seeing the open doors that led into the
loft, he almost hoped the other one was a little smarter. The rope in the
pulley used to move bails of hay was sitting right there, hanging down to the
ground and offering easy access.
As soon as he swung lightly into the
Candice felt the warm air pass over her toes and jerked up within the pile, scattering most of it to the side and revealing herself completely. In the next instant, two strong, furred hands gripped her ankles tightly and began to drag her back onto the center of the loft and out of the hay. She tried to kick out at the wolf behind her, but the grip around her ankles was simply too tight and held them together. As her fingers scrabbled over the wood and she continued to slip back, Candice knew there was no escape now.
Watching the blonde’s futile attempts to get away with some amusement, Conn picked up the girl’s bare feet, gently bending the legs at the knees and looking them over. He brushed dirt and hay from them, cleaning them off as he noted the light nail polish on her wiggling toes.
“Huh. Cotton candy pink I’d guess,” he said. “It suits you, really. Looks nice. Did someone have plans tonight?”
The wolf licked gently across her toes, sucking them one at a time into his muzzle and enjoying his first taste of the girl. The flavor was wonderfully sweet, and he could feel the squirming and wriggling as he lightly tickled her feet with his fur and tongue. Sighing happily he wondered just how much she’d squirm inside, and his stomach growled demandingly.
Sobbing as she felt her toes slowly suckled and tasted, Candice could not even be made to laugh at the ticklish sensation. Her body simply twitched and writhed lightly on the ground, her sobs increasing as she realized that she was going to be devoured alive.
quite a treat. You’ll make a nice start to the meal tonight. Let’s just get you
out of those clothes,”
“Ple-e-ease!” Candice sobbed as she felt his paws moving towards her cut-offs. “Please don’t eat me!”
“How trite. Really, let’s not have any silly begging when you already know there’s no point. I mean, you must understand there’s no malice in this. I’m simply hungry, and because you couldn't move fast enough or hide well enough, you’re just food,” he said as he began to work the shorts down her thighs to reveal nothing underneath. “Hmm, I think you did have some big plans tonight didn’t you? You naughty girl, you! Well, makes things just a little easier.”
The wolf drooled hungrily and cleaned his muzzle with his tongue as he steadily worked the shorts down to her ankles and pulled them off of her feet. Candice felt a chance for just a split second, but before she could even think to take advantage of it, the paws were gripping her once more and pressing her ankles tightly together. She knew it was over. She’d never have that date now; her night would end in the hungry wolf’s stomach.
“Mmm, if it’s any consolation, I haven’t had a meal this good in a long time. You’re really going to hit the spot.”
Feeling the tight grip of the muscles around her feet and that incredibly wet heat creeping up her legs, Candice struggled and writhed against the wood once more. “No! NO!” She screamed and tried to kick only to find that she was pulled deeper into the wolf’s jaws and gullet. The hard teeth scraped at her calves as they slid up her legs, but never once broke skin as the wolf stretched around her and devoured her whole.
With rolling swallows, widening his jaws
and pushing forward to gently close them each time,
Her legs feeling slick and slimy with his saliva, Candice felt the rolling massage along them moving further and further upwards. As the tongue stroked and tickled her thighs in wet licks, heat rose to her cheeks. She didn’t want to enjoy this. She shouldn’t enjoy this. It wasn’t the gentle caressing she’d dreamed of or occasionally given herself in bed at night. This wolf was merely tasting her as he killed her. But it still felt good. So good. The raw sensations were overpowering, and she sobbed gently as her body and mind struggled.
With a gasp as she felt her center invaded, Candice’s fingers clawed at the floor once again. For a moment she tried to fight against the rising tide of physical pleasure, until her mind gave her some respite. She did not have to be in the gullet of a hungry wolf. For a mere few minutes of the ordeal, she could be somewhere else. Jerry could be holding her tightly and giving her that best of kisses. That one she’d dreamed of and that other girls talked about. As she concocted her own fantasy for just a few moments, Candice was able to let go and let the tide carry her away.
The sweet, sticky juices bathed
Temporary though it may have been, Candice rode her fantasy through to a wonderful climax as the muscle pressed and worked through her sex. As her hips slipped down into the tight grip of the throat, she continued to grind against the undulating muscle there. She had not come back to reality yet and only knew the intense pleasure radiating out from her most intimate areas and the desire to continue it for as long as possible. Soon, however, she felt the scraping of the teeth along her waist creeping up to her back and belly that pulled Candice from her dream and back to the harsh reality. She tried to struggle once more, but her body felt exhausted and even her basic instincts seemed to accept that she was too far gone to make any difference.
Lost in shock, Candice simply let her body do whatever seemed natural. The pressure on her sensitive breasts and nipples brought no erotic pleasure but a merely intense tingle that convulsed her body. She had no illusions about stopping her decent into the slimy heat that gripped her but made attempts to simply steady herself on the first surface her hands encountered. Her blond head jogged up and down to the tingling sensation, bouncing the light curves of the style here and there as tears rolled silently down her face.
Swallowing intently now through is enjoyment
of her squirms,
Candice watched as teeth slowly lined her view and the tongue slipped over her eyes. Body wrapped in the intense grip of his gullet and taking her last view of the outside, her struggles renewed for a moments. Real as it was, it still seemed impossible, like a bad dream. Yet still it continued, and she felt her self pulled deeper, the light slipping slowly from the tooth-lined view until she felt her head encased in that tight squeeze leading inevitably downward to the waiting stomach.
With the head and upper arms slipping
past his throat and carried into his chest, finishing the meals was a matter of
a few gulps.
“Ah, such a sweet girl. That does feel so much better. You
really did take the edge off.” With a stretch,
A light belch escaped him as he began to ease his way down the ladder with his back to the rungs. Quickly he swallowed a little more air to keep the girl alive. Couldn’t have her suffocating; that would spoil the fun. “Now, let’s go find your sister. Hopefully she’s had enough time to give me a run for my supper.”
Gloria had run to several potential hiding places at first for a number of reasons. She knew that if her scent branched and looped and backtracked it would be a bit more difficult for the wolf to find her. She also continued to roundly reject each potential spot as easily findable and penetrable.
During her numerous jaunts, she had heard Candice scream a few times but could not allow herself to focus on that. She had no weapons as of yet and no illusions about her ability to help her sister if she truly was caught. Gloria had given her younger sister all the help that she could by telling her to hide and getting her moving and now had to focus on herself and be practical. She refused to think that Candice had bought her time by becoming a snack for the wolf or that she’d caused that by not taking the younger sister with her. She pushed all those useless, self-defeating ideas out of her mind as she saw the woodshed on the edge of the farm just next to the tree line.
It was perfect. A sturdy wooden shack with only one entrance, it would provide a wonderful hiding place, and Gloria knew that the axe inside could make a decent weapon if she was found. Especially if she stayed inside and kept her back to the wall. She ran eagerly for the structure, moving around the few piles of chopped firewood that were kept for weenie roasts and the like to the south side of the shack where the door stood. And her face fell.
Gloria stared in horror at the sturdy
padlock that was used to keep the shack closed off from animals that might find
a way in and squat inside. While she and Candice almost never actually left it
locked, it was closed tight now.
“No, no, no! Fuck you!” she gasped through clenched teeth at the lock, not daring to scream.
She turned and leaned against the sealed door, panting furiously. She couldn’t lose her cool now. She had to think of something; there had to be other options. She was practical, smart; she could survive this. She just had to think-
“Peeeek-a-boo…” came that lofty, sing-song voice from far away, “I smell yoooouuu!”
Don’t panic, she told herself, That’s just what he wants. He’s not that close, probably still working his way through your trail. Can’t even see the shed yet. Think!
Forcing herself to calm down, Gloria
stared ahead for the first time and noticed the axe stuck into the stump they
used to chop wood. For once
“That little blonde was deeelicious! Sweet and tender! And judging from the scent, I think the second course is going to taste just as fine! I just know I’m getting warmer, why not make it easy? Come on out and you’ll just slide right down, no fuss!” He made a long slurping sound that echoed through the air. “Then, all gone, nothing else to worry about!”
Don’t think about it. You can’t help Candice now and you have a chance; don’t let him rattle you. But even as she thought this, the next thing Gloria heard sent a shiver through her.
“It’s really not so bad!” came Candice’s voice, “I’m just sloshing around in this wolf’s belly, nice and cozy! Like a warm bath. You should join me, sis; let him eat you up! Feels pretty good, really!”
Getting closer now. He had to be able to see the shack. Gloria raised the axe and steadily turned to her side. She’d stay flat against the south side of the shack and wait. He was most likely to come around on the side away from the tree line. As soon as he walked past the corner in that slow, measured pace he took, she’d bury the axe wherever she could. Then she’d keep hacking, or if she couldn’t do that, she’d run as fast as she could and use the advantage of whatever wound she gave him.
“Now you’re just hurting my feelings!” yelled the wolf again, in his own voice. “Well, I guess it does make things more interesting, actually having to find you. After all, your sister wasn’t much of a challenge at all. Kind of glad I have to work for you.”
We’ll see, Gloria thought in a determined way. Her grip on the axe handle tightened. He seemed just on the other side of the shack now. She was surprised to find that her blood was up and she was almost eagerly waiting to offer some surprise payback. Panting in excitement, she raised the axe just a little higher and waited. It would be any second now…
So keyed up at waiting to see that lupine form round the corner, Gloria didn’t notice the furred hand sneaking slowly around her side from behind and didn’t even feel as the fingers wrapped around the top of the axe-handle. Her only notice came as the flat of the axe head was violently smashed against her temple, and then it was too late. She crumpled to the ground, clutching her head as the world swam in a blur of colors and slowly exploding blotches before her eyes.
“Now, you did much better than this one,” he said as he patted of his bloated gut with a grin, “You tried not to leave a clear trail, you improvised well, you armed yourself such as it was, and you even came up with a decent plan to do more than just cower in a hiding place. But you did forget to truly watch your back, you got too lost in the moment, and you forgot that I can hear you breathing, so you still wind up as food. Still, I commend your efforts.”
Leaning down over the dark-haired girl,
the wolf let his belly rest gently on the ground as he looked over her attire.
Barefoot and in nothing but a one-piece bathing suit, she looked half ready as
Gloria had barely heard what the wolf above her had said as she tried to focus again. Every time she seemed about to regain her grip on the world, it would slip away from her, leaving her with the vaguest impressions of what was going on. She knew she’d been hit hard and she could feel a gentle tickle spread between her breasts and down her belly to her hips, then the same tickle gliding over her shoulders and at her thighs. But she just couldn’t piece it all together as she struggled in the grass.
After making all the slits and cuts that
he needed to make with his claws, Conn pulled the bathing suit from the girl’s
skin like peeling a piece of fruit and let it sit on the ground beneath her.
Her hands still clutched her head as little gasps and moans escaped her, and
“Nice,” he said, ruminating over her for a moment, “I love a cute goth girl for dinner. And you’re a clever one, so we’d better take care of these hands right away. Who knows what you might grab hold of? That’s if you ever remember where you are of course.”
Bringing the lightly dancing fingers
close to his muzzle,
Gloria tugged at her hands as she felt them sucked into the muzzle of the wolf. She had to get away, had to get the axe and stop him, but she couldn’t seem to muster any strength. Her vision still clouded, she could barely make out a black blur above her. She knew it was him though, knew it was that wolf and he was devouring her now. His teeth were already scraping along her arms and pressing them together as her hands were pulled into a tight grip that could only be his throat. But she still couldn’t focus enough to make it real. In her dazed state, it all felt like a dream to which she could barely offer resistance.
The warm splatter against her face helped to pull Gloria’s world slowly into focus as the swarm of colors resolved itself into some distinction. She could feel her arms trapped together completely in a tight moist cocoon as warm air washed over her face to accompany the light dripping. Her eyes closed slowly and opened to a world that was finally more or less clear to reveal the sopping, hungry jaws of the wolf widening around her arms and sliding directly towards her face. “No!” she managed to scream just as her head was shoved in between the jaws, nose and mouth pressed into the wet, lapping tongue.
Conn’s paw cradled the straight black
hair almost gently as he pushed the girl’s head into his stretching maw, cheeks
bulging and smacking lightly around her toned upper arms. Licking gently over
her face and under her chin,
Unable to get a clear shot the bastard, Gloria tried to change the angle of her legs, hoping to bash her feet into the wolf’s side. She’d been caught and knew somewhere deep down that there was no escape, but the only thought she’d allow herself was to keep fighting, to hurt him on the way down if nothing else. As another swallow rippled along her flesh, Gloria’s fingers were pushed into the stomach and brushed against wet hair that instantly moved to the side. Realizing that this was her sister, still alive and frightened after falling prey to the wolf, only fueled her anger as she kicked, flailed, and tried to move her elbows to slam against the wolf’s insides.
Gloria continued her struggles, but stopped kicking as soon as she made out the muffled cries from her sister and realized she was doing nothing to the wolf with them. Maybe a good kick in the chest if she could get the chance. Her arms pushed into the beast’s stomach with Candice, and she could feel her sister holding her hand, gripping it like a life-line. She squeezed back tightly in the hopes of offering some comfort, even as she continued flailing madly at the gullet that surrounded and squeezed her so tightly. She felt the tongue slipping over her chest and tasting every inch of it, but her rage would not let her react beyond thrashing a bit more. Soon the rolling gulps pulled Gloria’s chest down through the tight throat and she could feel that tongue riding over her belly and teasing her. Her arms were pushed almost entirely into the slimy grip of the stomach to be compressed against her sister as the stomach moved and churned around them.
Still sliding his paws along her side to
help guide her down,
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Gloria
refused to react to the stroking of her sex. Her arms embraced her sister and
she forced her focus to remain on her rage at what had been done to them so as
to deny the beast what he so clearly wanted. She tried to kick at him now, but
his hold on her legs was tight and she was at too awkward an angle as she slid
into him. Her head and shoulders were pressed into the stomach now, locked in
total darkness with Candice and knowing that they were both doomed. Candice was
sobbing lightly, and Gloria gently stroked her hair as she held her, gently
shushing in her as she tried to avoid the long steady pressure along her center
and the light tingling that wanted to come. She only hoped that
Accepting finally that he’d be able to
coax no extra fluids from his second course,
Trembling in anger that was tinged with a slowly growing fear, Gloria was pressed into the slimy sac of the stomach and pressed tightly against her sister. A tangle of limbs now, the two girls moved about as they held each other. Candice cried noiselessly as Gloria tried as best she could to throw jabs, elbows and kicks against the stomach walls. She simply couldn’t give up yet, even as she slowly realized that nothing she could do any more would hurt this creature and that he had been right. She’d made mistakes and was now food.
After several moments,
“Well,” he said as he gently hefted his gut and let it drop again with a little pat, “Let’s go see if we can find out where the first-born is hiding out.”
He had a feeling that he already knew just where she was.
Back at the farmhouse,
He could easily get into the house and find her. The possibility had been planned for, but he had a better idea to check and see if she really was in there or if he’d have to catch her scent and go searching for her. Besides, this would be much more fun.
Summoning up the middle sister’s voice,
he called out, “Bev?
The door opened quickly and without
giving a single moment,
“Oh come on,
Eyes blazing for a moment, her hands
slipped up his chest, barely making it out of the tight grip to take hold of
his head. Leaning into him,
“Now, now, you have to admit that was a good one.”
“If you say so. But how about you let me go, so I can go get us a little something to toast with?”
“These really should be glasses of
champagne or something like that, but they’ll do in a pinch,”
“Always works for me,”
“Oh, I know. I just kind of wanted tonight to be special. After all, it’s the end of six years of sneaking off to the woods to see you, I can really make this farm work for a change, and you’re going to be a part of that. Besides, I knew you could handle my two idiot sisters all on your own.” She smiled and traced a finger nail along his chin, slowly down his chest and gently rubbed his belly. “And it looks like you did.”
“True. Not much of a challenge, though the older one did show some decent initiative. Both pretty tasty too.”
She gave the wolf’s squirming belly
another slow rub and stood up, smiling at him. Setting her beer on a coffee
She took his hand and led him back to the
master bedroom through the dimly lit living room and hallway. Turning and
kissing him again,
“Oh I can certainly take care of business in this state. Indeed.” He walked slowly over to where she lay and leaned over her, pressing his belly down over the top of hers and lying on top of her.
“Oh of course,” she said and brought a hand up to gently stroke his face, “I could never leave you.”
“So you say,” he said matter-of-factly, “But honestly, when I’m looking at someone that would gladly sacrifice her sisters completely for a percentage of a farm, I don’t see someone that can keep promises like that very well.”
“I’m saying that someone who would so cheaply screw over their only remaining family would have no problem sending a hired hand with a shotgun to take care of the only other soul that knew about it, if she didn’t find him useful any more.”
She stroked his muzzle again. “You’re talking crazy. We love each other.”
“But… you… I thought… all the things we planned!”
“Yeah, our little arrangement. I thought about it, and then I actually made a better deal a little while ago. Before we even fully planned out today actually. So I hate to break this to you, but… Actually, that’s a lie; I’m loving breaking this to you. This is a three-course meal.” He slowly licked his nose before her eyes. “And you’re dessert.”
“No! You… you can’t!”
“Shhhh, none of that. I already told you, I’m quite capable of taking care of you. And I’m sure you and your sisters will have loads to talk about in there.”
Though she knew from his strength that it
would do no good,
Pushing and gulping ravenously, the wolf
stretched his jaws and scooped under and around her breasts to mash them down
against her. He could feel
Hearing and feeling the wet, greedy
lapping all along her belly,
Shivering as her sex was tasted and denied pleasure, Beverly struggled against the pressing gullet walls and felt the slow swallow push her down and force her head through the tight ring immediately against someone else’s flesh. A hand moved in the confusion and darkness and groped at her face.
Another hand groped now, found her face and smashed into her nose shortly after.
“You bitch!” came
Gloria’s voice as she punched
“How could you?” sobbed Candice as she was pushed and jostled to the outer wall of the stomach by the furious Gloria.
Rumbling with pleasure at all the
wonderful meals today, he swallowed again and felt his stomach fill out and
jostle about a bit more. His nose was just over Beverly’s knees now, and as his
tongue explored her thighs, his paws came to her feet and pushed hard to help
send her the rest of the way down. He let his fur tickle against her soles and
was rewarded with a fresh twitch all through his gullet to compliment the all
the motion bulging out his gut as the sisters fought.
With a satisfied sigh of pleasure,
He lumbered steadily into the kitchen, carrying the weight with ease, and retrieved two more bottles from the refrigerator. He had one more appointment to keep now that all three girls were tucked away in his stomach.
Sunset had given way to twilight and the
night was steadily growing darker as he left the house.
“Hey, you here? We said we’d meet here when it was all done.”
“In the back. Come on in, Conn. Take it everything worked out?”
“Like a charm,” he said as he walked back towards the familiar voice and rounded the corner, “I’m stuffed. Brought you a beer to celebrate your promotion, unofficial though it may be. That and our little business venture.”
“You’re a prince. Hand it over.”
He extended the bottle to where Rita reclined in her stall, still hooked to the milking machine but relaxing against a soft bed of hay. The cow took it and drank a deep pull before taking a look at his sagging gut.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” she said as she reached out and gave his belly a gentle pat, “Just the thought of that uppity little tart and those two morons being gone for good. It takes me to a happy place. Seems they didn’t give you too much trouble.”
“Not at all. The middle one was a fighter, but that didn’t cause a problem. Was actually a little refreshing. And the other two were easy. What’s more amusing, they know exactly what we’re saying right now, for all the good it might do them. So what are you going to do to keep control of the farm?”
She took another swig of her beer and
smiled with a little laugh. “I’m glad
“And of course I’ll continue to collect a third of the overall profits in exchange for occasionally coming around and taking care of anyone that starts getting too nosy,” Conn said with a pat of his gut.
“Indeed,” Rita returned with a smile, “So would you like to stay around for a bit? Maybe you’d like to… have a little fun, no strings.”
“Suit yourself,” she said with a shrug, smiling still. “I’ll contact you if we need you around. Just try not to eat the messenger. Until then, enjoy your meal.”
He walked out of the stall and stretched
as he looked up at the rising moon. It was a beautiful, clear night, he had a
belly full of lightly wriggling girls, and he’d be collecting money for getting
rid of them for a good while now. Life was indeed good.