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WARNING:   This story contains male-male, same-size, soft, oral vore, unwilling prey, drunken pred, and if you tilt your head and squint hints of a male/male pairing, though you can easily just dismiss that as friendship if you'd prefer.  If any of these are not to your tastes, I strongly suggest that you click away now.  If you don't know what vore is, take a look at my journal for more information:  http://shadowedlightning.deviantart.com/journal/40134991/  If you are curious, I urge you to keep an open mind and respect those of us who do like it, as we are not hurting you with our personal

I had reached a critical point, in which I wasn’t sure if I had been dreaming this entire time or had somehow passed on in the cold. I was hoping the former, that all of this had been some strange, surreal and vivid dream. Yet, a part of me somehow enjoyed and fully accepted what had happened. The thought of being swallowed by a wolf had an odd, intoxicating sense of adventure to it, like something from a story book. I awoke to find myself still in the wolf’s hot, putrid stomach. I groggily rubbed my eyes to see the now familiar, red walls pulsating and dripping with fluids. I couldn’t believe what had happened to me and c