Lostwolfe 

By Greywolfe 
Story Copyright (C) By: Greywolfe
 1998 - All rights reserved.

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  lostwolfe. 
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                             [inequality one:humans] 
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                             [21:19:43] 
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                             I was eating sheep when the void arrived in my dining-room. 
                             there I was, alone, the plate of food in front of me and 
                             then there was...well...a void...or a gate. 

                             instead of aliens stepping from the gate there were two 
                             dogs....but the dogs were huge.  at least, they were 
                             human-sized dogs.  I wasn't sure of how they knew English, 
                             but they did and they escorted me from my meal of sheep 
                             and wine into the land of the unknown. 
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                             [inequality two:the food chain] 
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                             Id been here for an indeterminate amount of time, but it 
                             was quite pleasant...in a way.  Im not sure of how to 
                             describe it.  if I say it was prison, Id be wrong, but 
                             if I say it was anything but, Id be wrong again.  there 
                             *were* guards as such, but the guards didn't really impede 
                             our progress, they just made sure that we never went 
                             places we weren't meant to go.  the guards weren't very 
                             dissimilar from the dogs who came to fetch me to this 
                             place.  by now I was quite used to their large size... 
                             they didn't quite dwarf me, [at six foot and three hundred 
                             and fifty pounds it's a bit difficult to do.] but it had 
                             been a little disturbing at first to stare right into the 
                             eyes of a dog every time they came around to escort me to 
                             the outside. 

                             on the outside there were other humans...about twenty or 
                             so, in fact...and all of them looked something like me 
                             with shades in between.  men who'd run to excess.  it 
                             was a little odd, since there were no lithe, little 
                             men anywhere.  on the first few days of my arrival I did 
                             try to get some kind of answer out of the others, but they 
                             knew just as little as I did...the only forthcoming 
                             information was that they'd all been taken in fairly 
                             private moments.  what was strange, to me, at least, was 
                             the lack of resistance that all of had in coming here.  I 
                             hadn't put up a struggle and to my knowledge, neither had 
                             any of the others. 
                             but...every day that I stayed here I worried more and more, 
                             worried about what exactly was going on...worried about 
                             my business, worried about the world Id been escorted out 
                             of. 

                             every day we were fed, but it was supper that was generally 
                             the good meal.  there would be meat, vegetables, potatoes, 
                             the kind of thing I would have eaten at home.  I didn't 
                             really notice it at first, but after about the second or 
                             third week it was hard to miss.  the good food was putting 
                             additional layers around my middle...taking my weight from 
                             the stable three hundred and fifty pounds that Id been for 
                             the last ten years or so and adding maybe fifteen pounds. 
                             asking the guard-dogs what was in the food didn't produce 
                             results and none of the other men knew either.  they just 
                             knew that they were putting on weight.  one night, out of 
                             curiosity, I sent my food back, uneaten.  no fuss, the 
                             next morning's food arrived without a trace of the last 
                             night's meal.  for a few days I kept sending the evening 
                             meal back...until I noticed that I was still putting on 
                             weight. 

                             it was about a week into this experiment that one of our 
                             number mysteriously vanished and never returned.  one 
                             morning we were sitting around waiting for peter...no 
                             show.  he couldn't possibly have found a way back to the 
                             world he'd been escorted from...or had he?  we discussed 
                             it, but...it didn't make any sense.  maybe the guards [or 
                             our captors, as Id started calling them] had escorted 
                             him somewhere else?  that was the only rational response 
                             I could think of... 

                             peter never returned, but a new man showed up the 
                             following morning to complete the compliment of twenty 
                             men.  like me, when I arrived, he was full of questions... 
                             but he could find no answers. 

                             I had, for three successive days now, not eaten a thing 
                             and hunger pangs were filling me up from the inside.  I 
                             wasn't sure if this was going to lead to an answer or not, 
                             but I did notice that my weight [as such that it could be 
                             determined] stayed steady.  it was on the fourth day that 
                             the guards presented me with the largest meal Id ever 
                             seen...somehow, remembering to fight the urge to eat, I 
                             sent it back.  I didn't know what was going on, but I did 
                             know that the food was tied to it and that if I didn't eat 
                             the food I might find out what was going on.  maybe I could 
                             even explain to the others. 

                             the night Id sent their big meal back was the night they 
                             took me away...I knew I wouldn't return, whatever happened, 
                             since Pete had gone and never come back.  after three days 
                             of eating I wasn't in any state to argue with the two large 
                             dogs who escorted me through the maze of tunnels to 
                             somewhere Id never seen before.  odd how they didn't cover 
                             my eyes.  if they didn't want their captives to know what 
                             was becoming of them they were doing an extremely bad job. 
                             they led me through a door and on...for the first time 
                             since I was here I saw another outdoors...the outdoors 
                             that belonged to our captors.  it reminded me a great deal 
                             of every other human outdoors Id seen...there were cars 
                             and drum-fires in alley-ways, there were no stars in the 
                             evening sky...and I was being escorted, naked [my clothes 
                             had long stopped fitting] through the streets of this 
                             Babylon...this Babylon of animals.  the quick glimpse of 
                             the city that I saw confirmed this.  there was not a 
                             human in sight.  on a street corner there were cats... 
                             man-sized cats...which I presume were the ladies of the 
                             night, there were hobos of all descriptions [a goat, 
                             pushing a trolley from one end of the road to another 
                             as he peered into the windows of restaurants, watching 
                             some of the most beautiful animals Id ever seen tuck in 
                             to meals he'd never be able to afford.] and horses... 
                             beautiful pedigreed horses in dress suits, waiting for 
                             tables in those same restaurants. 

                             [16 January 1999] 
                             this world was the reverse of ours.  maybe their servants 
                             were human?  from the quick glimpse that I got of that 
                             outdoors it wasn't possible. 
                             it was strange...as we were walking along one of the cats 
                             turned her head in our direction and yelled, for all the 
                             world to hear "hey, Charlie, you got yourself one fat 
                             sheep there..." 
                             sheep? 
                             none of this made sense.  surely she must know that I am 
                             human?  the dogs didn't say a word, instead they just kept 
                             escorting me down an alley-way and into an almost-invisible 
                             back door. 

                             stepping from the alley-way and into this was a bizarre 
                             experience, because, for the first time in a long while I 
                             was surrounded by more than two...animals all at once. 
                             it didn't make sense...we'd stepped directly from the 
                             alley-way and into a kitchen? 
                             I didn't want to think about it, but the smells wafting 
                             from the serving-trays were good...this was not a cheap 
                             restaurant.  whatever else it was. 
                             some of these dishes they'd 'borrowed' from our culture, 
                             but some were completely foreign.  things Id never seen 
                             before...and the meat was something Id never smelt before. 
                             it was sweet...almost like pig, but not quite. 
                             that was about the point that they pinned my arms and legs 
                             together and put me onto what appeared to be a very large 
                             serving tray. 
                             not having eaten in three days it was a little difficult 
                             to argue with them...quite suddenly the pig-smell made 
                             sense. 
                             as I struggled, ineffectually, to free myself from the 
                             vice-like grip of the two dogs, a large black panther 
                             wondered over to me and ran some kind of electronic 
                             instrument over my body...now...even if I wanted to, I 
                             couldn't struggle.  it was as if all of my motor-neurons 
                             terminated dead.  I could feel, but not move.  I tried 
                             screaming, but all that came out were hoarse grunts... 
                             animal appeals at freedom. 
                             around me a salad began to appear, tomatoes, lettuce 
                             leaves, onions...it didn't take the pair of zebras who 
                             were building the salad terribly long to finish up. 
                             the one thing I couldn't understand was the codpiece 
                             that they put over me...but when the bulldogs picked 
                             me up and I realized that I was moving towards another 
                             destination I understood, because I soiled the codpiece. 
                             fear was eating me up from the inside and I couldn't do 
                             a thing.  the tones around me changed as I was taken 
                             from the kitchen and into the restaurant proper...and 
                             still I was grunting, pleading for freedom. 
                             when I was put down in front of the great lion I knew 
                             Id come to rest...and I broke down as far as I could... 
                             tears flowed freely as I looked up into the hungry eyes 
                             of the animal I had been put before. 
                             I couldn't believe his size...he was to me what I had 
                             been to other people.  mammoth. 
                             grinning, he put a claw to one of my arms and drew it 
                             down, almost erotically. 
                             "ah."  the rumble sounded enormous.  "sheep." 
                             around him the rest of the back-room of the restaurant 
                             went silent, waiting for their guests approval.  beyond 
                             my own fear I could feel the worry of the kitchen staff. 
                             pleased, he waved the waiter away...and with him went 
                             everyone else in the room.  this was his special meal... 
                             however he'd arranged it. 
                             his grin didn't fade as he reached across me to fetch 
                             his glass of wine. 
                             snarling a little before he took his first sip of the 
                             evening his voice boomed back down at me. 
                             "little sheep, little sheep, why not bleat?"  he 
                             paused...took a sip and continued with what appeared 
                             to be a recitation for my edification.  "oh, I suppose
                             you don't bleat because you are meat.  and meat isn't 
                             supposed to make a sound." 
                             slamming the wine-glass down his snarl turned to a 
                             growl.  "is that not so?" 
                             he turned away from me for a few seconds. 
                             "waiter!" 
                             there was almost no pause as one of the zebras slammed 
                             through the kitchen door and almost appeared at his side. 
                             "two things, please.  a wet cloth so that I can clean 
                             him off.  oh...and get Samuel back in here, I want him to 
                             restore movement to the sheep." 
                             the zebra nodded, dumbly, "yes, sir." 
                             "quickly." 
                             the zebra scampered off and returned seconds later with 
                             the absolutely black panther trailing him.  removing the 
                             codpiece, the zebra cleaned up as best as he could, making 
                             a hasty retreat as the panther stood over me and waved his 
                             wand again. 
                             this one was not afraid of the lion.  smiling, as if a 
                             co-conspirator, he flicked his tail and purred, gently, 
                             "enjoy, Leo." 
                             apt. 
                             without thinking about it, the delayed screams began to 
                             tumble from my mouth as the panther turned and sauntered 
                             back into the kitchen...as the door swung shut I could see 
                             several of the staff with their hands over their heads. 
                             didn't want to hear, I suppose. 
                             picking up his wine glass again he peered down at me. 
                             "now.  I wonder.  Im pretty sure you know what's going on 
                             around here now, but Im sure you don't know why." 
                             swilling the glass over me, he spilt a little of the wine 
                             over my belly. 
                             when my skin involuntarily crawled I realized that I could 
                             move again.  as he'd ordered, Samuel had restored movement 
                             to me. 
                             "don't just lie there.  Im sure you want to get away," he 
                             taunted. 
                             I sat up and judged the distance from here to the kitchen 
                             door.  it wasn't far away...the room wasn't very large. 
                             he grinned broadly and sat back, crossing his large paws 
                             over his vast gut as I scampered off of the serving tray 
                             and ran for the kitchen door.  it didn't slam open as it 
                             had when the zebra had come running.  it was locked. 
                             presumably from the kitchen side. 
                             "no, no, no," he smiled, then pointed.  "why not try that 
                             door?" 
                             squinting in the almost-darkness I saw the door he was 
                             referring to.  a door I could have sworn hadn't been 
                             there a moment ago...or maybe my eyes hadn't adjusted to 
                             the darkness enough to see it. 
                             I slumped down...that door was probably locked too. 
                             my suspicions were confirmed when he absently put the 
                             wine-glass back onto the table and reached into his 
                             over-coat to pull out the key. 
                             "how about if you come back here and sit across me like 
                             a gentleman and you explain your actions.  your fattening 
                             of the sheep.  maybe Ill let you go?" 
                             the hungry glint in his eye made it plain that he was 
                             going to do no such thing, but it was the only hope I had 
                             and I had to grasp that only hope with both hands. 
                             besides, my adrenaline and fear had run out...there wasn't 
                             much else I could do, so, getting up from the floor, I sat 
                             down on the only other chair in the room and watched as he 
                             lay even further back into his comfortable chair, put his 
                             hands behind his vast mane and waited. 
                             "it..." I began, but realized, no matter what way I went, 
                             it'd just sound disgusting to this...animal. 
                             so I thought about it a little...he was certainly in a 
                             high-ranking business position of some sort.  logic would 
                             appeal to him, so, using the best of my lawyer skills I 
                             tried to make the entire premise seem as...rational as 
                             possible. 
                             "everything has to eat," I started, again.  he nodded, 
                             sagely, a paw absently stroking his gut. 
                             after that the argument ran out...there was no better way 
                             of putting how the whole thing had come to be. 
                             "I...well...I had the money to ask a friend of mine if he 
                             wouldn't do me the favor of keeping maybe two or three of 
                             his sheep for me.  to feed them non-chemical food...fatten 
                             them, I suppose."  I was becoming unstuck, unsure.  I was 
                             the one who had single-handedly argued my way up the 
                             corporate ladder and here I was, unable to account for a 
                             simple thing like eating meat. 
                             stumbling over the words I continued the argument to its 
                             conclusion.  "meat is...part of a balanced diet, it's one 
                             of the major food-groups...one can't *not* eat meat..." 
                             I didn't understand why, but I was blushing.  the fear 
                             was edging its way back into my belly. 
                             "I got to a point where I could just afford to do that sort 
                             of thing.  I..." the words were running out of my mouth 
                             now in a desperate attempt to make him see.  so far he 
                             hadn't said a word.  odd how Id begun to think of this 
                             animal as a he.  as a person. 
                             "I could and therefore I did." 
                             he smiled then. 
                             "that's the crux of it, isn't it?  you could and so you 
                             did." 
                             in all this time his paw was still circling his belly in 
                             lazy arcs.  "well," he boomed, good-naturedly, "it would 
                             seem that you and I have things in common," he laughed. 
                             that laugh scared me. 
                             "I appreciate a good meal...and a good meal seems to have 
                             been placed before me, don't you think?" 
                             with that he stood and removed his jacket...rolling up 
                             his sleeves to display vast arms. 
                             he grinned as I shrunk back into my chair, watching as a 
                             claw raked it's way, slowly down my stomach. 
                             "soft.  very tender.  do you know...no, I suppose you 
                             don't, but...here's a trick question." 
                             I waited as his claw pressed into my belly-button. 
                             "they fed you potatoes...oh and beans and peas...and all 
                             of those really *good* things.  really *wholesome* things, 
                             but cooked in such a way that they weren't healthy. 
                             they also fed you meat.  cooked meat." 
                             he grinned and his leonine face was inches from my human 
                             one. 
                             "do you know what that meat was?" 
                             he grinned and waited as I drew my own conclusions. 
                             "oh yes, yes, yes," he said, as the glimmer of 
                             comprehension trickled into my mind.  then he roared. 
                             "the meat was sheep.  *human* sheep." 
                             I gagged then.  he'd seen this whole performance time and 
                             again...he watched as I leaned forward and hastily pulled 
                             the serving tray towards myself...watched as the 
                             serving-tray clattered to the floor and I knelt over it, 
                             the contents of my stomach heaving out of me and onto the 
                             salad...he saw one of the tomatoes roll off into a distant 
                             corner of the room. 
                             "just like you force-feed pigs.  force-feed turkeys. 
                             you...*humans*" the word was spat at me, "you *civilized* 
                             beings who prey on the lesser because they are yours for 
                             the taking." 
                             he roared as he picked me up...two huge paws wrapped around

                             my middle as he stood with me...holding me in the air like 
                             a rag-doll. 
                             "who...gave...you...the...right?" 
                             the words stammered out of me, "g-g-god did." 
                             "no.  god gave you the right to take what you needed," he 
                             started, quietly.  "god gave you the right to be just and 
                             swift.  god never gave you the right to fatten a turkey to 
                             the point where it felt like all it wanted to do was 
                             explode.  god never gave you the right to force-feed pigs 
                             to the point of immobility so that all they could do was 
                             wallow in their own shit and piss.  and god certainly did 
                             not give you the right to fatten those sheep." 
                             he grinned, "but I think you've learned your lesson.  I 
                             think you know what it's like to be led to pasture.  to 
                             wonder from day-to-day where one of your number has gone. 
                             peter.  isn't that it.  his name was peter?  wasn't it?" 
                             his badgering was driving me back to tears. 
                             "oh...peter was a magnificent fighter.  fought right up to 
                             the end.  it was...fulfilling to feel him try to claw his 
                             way out of my stomach.  I think I sat in that chair over 
                             there for...must have been half-an-hour, feeling his 
                             struggles." 
                             it was then that I began to notice the bulge in his pants. 
                             bigger than any human penis I would ever know.  he... 
                             eroticized his meals. 
                             "peter gave up his right to be a predator the instant he 
                             desecrated his prey." 
                             his eyes glinted.  "I had him just like he had the roast 
                             chicken he'd poured his come into.  I fucked him until he 
                             was raw.  split him wide open." 
                             he lifted me up to his gaping mouth. 
                             "Ive done what I set out to do.  Ive made you feel like 
                             a sheep and now I shall dine on you as you dined on your 
                             own meals..." 
                             a broad tongue lazily flowed from his mouth and began to 
                             caress my penis below my gut... 
                             "oh...plea-" 
                             "no begging.  your roast sheep couldn't beg.  you're not 
                             getting the opportunity either." 
                             with that he simply shifted his mouth up to my head and 
                             popped it right into his gaping maw. 
                             slowly, as if caressing a lover, he ran his paws 
                             appreciatively up and down my sides, feeling the weight of 
                             my stomach as gravity tugged at it.  I didn't so much hear 
                             his animal grunts of pleasure as I felt them rumbling up 
                             from his throat.  I felt his tongue slip around my neck 
                             and caress it...licking the salty residue of the sweat that 
                             had poured out of me.  he murmured and made satisfied 
                             grunts as the top half of my shoulders entered his mouth. 
                             inside of him I tried screaming...to my horror I found that 
                             I could...but that the screams were too loud and too 
                             agonizing for even me to bear, so instead I started 
                             whimpering.  a huge paw slapped my behind, painfully, as if 
                             to tell me to stop, but...I couldn't.  there was no 
                             rationality driving my body anymore, just sheer terror. 
                             pushing and kicking, I tried to fight my way back out of 
                             his mouth, but he was infinitely stronger and simply shoved 
                             me from behind so that my nipples were inside his jaws. 
                             I didn't need to see his face to know that he was grinning 
                             as he began to twist my nipples with his supple tongue. 
                             then my belly made it's way into his mouth as my head and 
                             shoulders began to slip deeper into his throat.  right 
                             now I could hear his heart and all the little noises of 
                             his body doing it's work to cope with the sudden load of 
                             incoming food.  his tongue began to caress my soft sides 
                             as my legs kicked out the back of his mouth.  it must have 
                             looked odd from the outside, but I didn't know if anyone 
                             could see. 
                             one huge paw squeezed at my behind even as the other 
                             paw made it's way down and around my waist to where my 
                             penis was limply dangling.  stroking, quite gently, he 
                             managed to get my bodies attention...while his throat 
                             muscles pulled me down...and down...and down...now his 
                             tongue was coating the fur on my belly...and now it was 
                             wrapping itself around my erect member.  then he did 
                             something I wasn't quite ready for.  instead of just 
                             squeezing my behind, a large digit entered it.  he'd 
                             retracted his nails for this, but it still hurt because 
                             of the force with which he did it. 
                             on one hand there was his incredible suction from his 
                             tongue and on the other end there was this incredible 
                             push from his finger.  I think I must have completely 
                             lost all negative-feedback responses at that point because 
                             without thinking about it, I simply flooded his mouth with 
                             a warm coating of semen...shuddering as I did so. 
                             now I was well past exhausted...I was just limp.  I was 
                             his to do with as he pleased...and somehow, I didn't quite 
                             think he was going to let me back out of his mouth once 
                             he'd got me to this point in the swallowing process. 
                             I was proved correct when he sucked and took my body in 
                             up to my knees. 
                             by now my belly was in his throat and my head was just 
                             about entering his gut.  I couldn't even whimper anymore, 
                             Id simply lost all will to do anything. 
                             done with his pleasure he swallowed again, drawing my feet 
                             into his mouth...I could feel the cold air outside his 
                             mouth contrast with the warm...almost foul air of his 
                             stomach. 
                             it wasn't entirely unpleasant...just dark and wet and 
                             warm.  outside his mouth my toes were treated to a quick 
                             once over by his tongue and then they too disappeared 
                             into the maw... 
                             for a few quick seconds he held me there as he licked his 
                             mouth and then swallowed. 
                             I found myself careering, in one foul swoop from his throat 
                             and into his gut...which had distended to a point where it 
                             could hold all of me. 
                             right up above me the tract that lead from his throat to 
                             his enormous stomach closed and I was sealed in.  he 
                             thumped his now enormous belly a few times and then I 
                             felt him shuffle and sit at his chair. 
                             he must have tossed his bow-tie onto the table in front 
                             of him and undone his shirt, because I could feel him 
                             rock back and forth...as if he were masturbating. 
                             for a while...a long while it would seem, he sat there, 
                             alternating fast strokes with slow strokes until, finally 
                             the rocking around me stopped...and his body was still. 
                             for a long while he just lay there in his easy-chair, 
                             pawing at the extra layer of fat that had accumulated 
                             around his middle and drinking wine... 

                             I felt the belly around me expand and then contract as 
                             he sighed, lazily got out of his easy-chair and moved. 
                             it didn't seem like a long walk before he was lying down 
                             again...possibly a bed...or a couch...but I heard it 
                             when his body began to slow down...to shut down for the 
                             nights rest...and I certainly felt it as the first pangs 
                             of gastric juices assaulted my body... 
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                             [equality] 
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                             [21:19:44] 
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                             a knife.  a fork.  a plate of steaming sheep-meat.  some
                             wine...and sitting on the chair at the table a skeleton. 
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                             [date of completion:17 January 1999]