The Wrong Wolf

By Silver Sheep

Pink paws pressed into the dry dust as they trotted down the country road. They belonged to a grey wolf named Wenzel. The soft sounds of nature hung in the air. Birds were chirping, and a slight breeze made the leaves of nearby trees rustle. The afternoon sun warmed his grey fur as he took a leisurely walk. It was a pity Braxton had to cancel he would have loved this. The grey wolf let out a sigh.

The grey wolf was walking back towards his bed and breakfast where he was staying. He had a leisurely lunch of fish and chips at the small cafe in town some hours ago. Wenzel decided to take a more meandering path on his way back. This way he could take in the sights of nature before heading back to the city and the concrete jungle. Among the bushes, he spotted something that was decidedly unnatural.

Wenzel walked closer; it appeared to be white and made of plastic. It seemed to be a blow-up sheep. Its friendly grey face was facing him it had large light blue eyes and a smiling mouth, it stood on four legs each with brown hooves dyed into the glossy material it was made of. It crudely replicated some of the sheep he had seen in the paddock a while back. Instead of a feral sheep with a coat of soft wool, it had a smooth, glossy rubbery latex coat.

“What are you doing out here?” Wenzel said to himself.

The grey wolf took a closer look at the feral rubber, inflatable sheep. As he circled around it, Wenzel let out a gasp. It was anatomically correct! At least as far as having a vagina was concerned. There was a puckered opening located beneath a stubby tail. What had made the grey wolf gasp was that it was wet. It appeared to be coated in a clear lubricant. It was as if it was in heat ready for a ram to mount it.

That’s what this sheep toy must be for. It must be a farmer's tool used to collect sperm from their star ram. Sperm that would be used later for artificial insemination. If Wenzel were a ram, he would copulate with this device and deposit a creamy load inside as if filling a condom. Wenzel adjusted his pants. He felt the beginnings of an erection. He missed his boyfriend something had come up at his bar, and he had to cancel coming along on this getaway at the last minute.

Wenzel looked down at his blue jeans and the tent now forming at his crotch. The thought of a stud ram having what must be an expensive sex toy caused a smirk to appear of the grey wolf's muzzle. Wenzel owned a few toys of his own but nothing like this blow-up sheep. He should really get back to his room and rub one out, unless…

Wenzel crouched down next to the back side of the rubber sheep. He took in a closer look at the sex sleeve, under its stubby tail. The grey wolf took one of his fingers and pushed it inside the faux vagina. He was concealed from view by some bushes so he could have a closer look without being spotted. The walls inside pushed against his probing digit. His finger easily entered aided by the copious amounts of pre-applied lubricant. After some probing Wenzel removed his finger and wiped off the excess lube onto the underside of the inflatable’s tail.

Wenzel licked his chops, this ewe was about to get some action. He stood up and looked around one last time before he committed to this course of action. The wolf slipped his purple shirt off over his head. He rubbed down his happy trail, a stripe of thicker fur running down the centre of his abdomen. His hand paws found his belt buckle and unbuckled his jeans pulling down his pants. His underwear showed off his growing erection. He neatly folded his clothes before peeling off his underwear.

Wenzel was fully erect save for his lupine knot. His pinkish-red penis was straining upwards now it was free from his clothes. He really wanted his fox Braxton and not some farming tool as his lover. He would have to tease him with the story of his latest conquest no matter if it was just a toy. It would be a funny story to tell his lover.

He pressed on the rubber sheep's flank. It was indeed inflated with air his hand paw sunk in a little before the pressure inside resisted his prodding. It was much denser than he had expected for what was essentially a pool toy. It must be weighted to prevent it from blowing away in a gust of wind or toppling over while in use. Wenzel positioned himself behind the sheep and slowly guided his erection into the breeding sleeve.

Wenzel exhaled slowly as he pushed his wolf rocket inside. The rubber sheep squeaked as he tightened his grip around its hips. The faux vagina pressed down all around his cock its grip became tighter the more he filled the rubber sex sleeve. As his grey furry balls touched the rear of the sheep, the air pressure made the slippery sleeve grip him even tighter. Wenzel grunted at the sensation.

The wolf pulled most of his length out of the wet sex sleeve before plunging back inside. He closed his eyes as he began a steady pace of slow thrusts. Wenzel’s mind turned to his blue fox boyfriend, Braxton. He imagined bucking his hips over his fox’s eager muzzle. The sloppy lube adding to the fantasy. He pressed into the rubber sheep’s flanks pushing down hard. The sheep held up to Wenzel’s rough treatment.

“Ah!” cried Wenzel.

He thrust his hips forward impaling himself on his rubber toy. He picked up the pace rolling his hips and slapping his balls against his would-be lover. Wenzel opened his eyes and focused on how the faux vagina gripped him tighter as he thrust in and how the slippery rubber tugged at his manhood as he withdrew. He was panting now his pink tongue lolling out of his maw.

Soon, Wenzel was thrusting faster. He was usually a bottom, but he did like to take charge now and then. A droplet of his drool dropped down onto the rubber sheep’s back. He was panting and moaning while his sheep lover was squeaking and flexing under him. He couldn’t believe that a farming tool could bring him such pleasure.

But what would the farmer make of a deposit of wolf cum in his breeding sheep?

Wenzel briefly thought about pulling out and finishing himself off using his own hand paws. The rubber sheep’s sex sleeve was just so right, so tempting. He shouldn't worry about it. It wasn’t as if he would ruin their livelihood with one contaminated batch. Wenzel could feel his knot poke at his rubber lover’s entrance. He pressed it once, then twice, and on the third time, his whole knot sank inside. His balls jumped, the snug rubber sealing around his thick canine knot was enough to push him over the edge.

"Fuck yes!" Wenzel cried out.

His cock was locked in place secured by his lupine knot much like with a real lover. He felt his orgasm role over him. He could feel his wolf spunk shoot into the rubber ewe probably going to a collection container inside the rubber sheep. Thoughts of this farm tool's inner workings were lost on Wenzel as thick ropes of his release filled his rubber ewe lover.

"Ohh, ooh ah," he murmured.

In a few moments, he had come down from his orgasmic high. Suddenly there was a rush of air. I sounded like it was coming from the rubber sheep. The sex sleeve was already firm, but within moments all the air was sucked out from around it. The rubber creaked as it stretched to full tension gripping tighter and tighter. Wenzel gasped as his sensitive post orgasm cock was pressed tightly every inch squeezed in skintight rubber. A rubbery ring like a gasket locked around the base of his knot. Wenzel tried not to panic as his manhood was locked inside the rubber sheep.

“Canis lupus detected. Stage one of capture complete,” came a voice.

The voice sounded female, and it felt like it was coming from all around Wenzel. He looked around, but he couldn't see anyone nearby. He needed to get out of here. It was then the grey wolf noticed his wrists had been wrapped up in inflated rubber cuffs that were connected seamlessly to the rubber ewe under him. He tugged at both of his wrists. The rubber cuffs became tighter until they were too tight cutting off circulation. As soon as Wenzel stopping tugging, they loosened again becoming snug but not uncomfortable.

His penis was still excited. It would remain so for several more minutes due to his canine anatomy. Wenzel tugged gently, but he manhood stayed put. His penis was still sealed inside the rubber sheep’s faux vagina. To his alarm, his thighs had been strapped up in the same type of inflatable cuffs as his arms were. Next, he tried to lift the whole sheep off the ground. It was cumbersome, much too heavy for something inflated. He could rock it forwards and backwards, but he could only barely lift the back hooves off the ground.

The sound of air rushing inwards came up to Wenzel’s ears. The whole sheep started to become larger. The cuffs around Wenzel’s hand paws were shifting forward pulling towards the sheep’s neck. He was being forced to straddle the rubber ewe. The sheep was getting taller, Wenzel was soon forced onto his tiptoes, and then his foot paws left the ground entirely. Eventually, his hand paws were pushed around the sheep’s middle. The sheep was now too large for him to reach all the way around, but he was still pressed into a tight hug with the inflatable creature. His chest resting on its back.

“Help!” Wenzel screamed. He rocked back and forth, but the rubber only stretched and flexed before returning to its previous position.

Wenzel was laying on the rubber ewe’s back straddling it. His back legs supported by the rubber cuffs that had inflated further to surround his thighs. He could still bend his knees and kick the ewe's calves, but he had no traction to do anything. Wenzel tried scratching with his lime green claws and even biting at the inflated creature under him. This wasn’t vinyl; it was definitely a rubbery material, but it was much stronger. His scratches and bites didn't pop the inflated sheep as he had hoped. He was trapped.

“You're not going to bite or scratch through my skin,” came the same voice from before.

“Hello?” said Wenzel. If this machine could talk perhaps, it could understand him.

“Hello wolf, I’m Mary. I’m a living latex non-lethal feral animal trap. I’m designed to capture Vulpes vulpes, Canis latrans and Canis lupus as well of other feral canine predators,” explained Mary.

Wenzel was puzzled with the Latin the rubber sheep was speaking, but he pieced together that it thought he was a feral wolf and not an anthropomorphic one.

“Hey, um... Mary you know feral wolves can’t talk right?” said Wenzel.

“Just because you are the first Canis lupus that can talk does not mean you’re not one. You copulated with me spurred on by my estrus hormone laced lubricant,” said Mary.

“I didn’t smell any-” began Wenzel.

“Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes wolf! The estrus hormone cocktail only works on wildlife and has no effect on anthropomorphic creatures,” interrupted Mary.

"I-I-" began Wenzel.

"Your kind can't control your sexual urges. It's why wolves like you fall into my trap," said Mary.

“I’m not a wolf... Err, a wild wolf. I have a name it’s Wenzel Bardawulf!” pleaded Wenzel.

“Hmm… you’re a crafty one Wenzel, but I’ll humour you. I’m going to give you a chance to prove you are an anthropomorphic wolf. It’s a simple test, we’re going to walk across the field behind us. Your penis will be mighty close to my collection tube. If you can refrain from giving me a second seminal sample, I will consider your claim. Self-control is a trait that feral wolves just don’t have,” explained Mary.

Wenzel considered it. His penis had finally released itself from Mary’s grip and had retreated back into his sheath. The tip of his sheath was kept tightly pressed against the rubber sheep’s entrance. It was held there because his thighs were locked tightly against her body. Surely he could handle a walk across the paddock without things getting out of control.

“Yes, I’ll do it,” said Wenzel.

Mary pulled at Wenzel. The grey wolf was forced along. To say that it was awkward would be putting it lightly, the rubber sheep was doing the walking but with Wenzel still attached. Slowly but surely Mary turned them around to face the paddock behind them. The rubber sheep's inflatable body squeaked and creaked as it moved. Mary was strong enough to carry the wolf's weight on her back. Wenzel briefly wondered how such a creature could move under its own power.

It was going to be harder than he had expected. Even with that gentle movement, Wenzel’s sheath was being rubbed against the entrance to Mary's breeding sleeve. Mary lurched forward and started walking in a slow, soft place. Each movement of the rubber creature's hips caused the grey wolf's sheath to be rubbed back and forth across the still slick opening. Wenzel focused the best he could, but he could feel blood rush down to his groin and the beginnings of an erection. The tip of his sheath was being smeared with lube.

As the pair continued walking, the very tip of Wenzel’s canine cock slipped out. It got a good coating of lubricant making it glide effortlessly into Mary's opening. He was now very much at Mary's mercy. With each step, the tight sleeve rippled over his sensitive cock tip. The grey wolf pulled back with some effort and managed to pull out his tapered cock tip. He could only hold this position for a few brief minutes before he was forced to relax his straining muscles.

“What’s the matter, your animal instincts getting the better of you?” asked Mary.

His cock plunged back inside the teasing tight rubbery embrace. He tried pulling out again, but more of his cock had escaped his sheath so he couldn't remove all of his erection from the slippery sleeve. They were already halfway across the field when Wenzel’s knew he was in trouble. The slick sleeve was doing quite a number on his manhood. By now, he was fully erect and getting more and more worked up with each stride.

Wenzel whined aloud. There had to be some way he could resist the now involuntary pleasure. It was all made worse by the fact that he was into bondage and being tied up. This situation was just pushing his kink buttons and pushing them hard. A secret part of him wondered what it would be like to be captured by Mary and what she would do to him. He pressed his hips into the rubber sheep's rear.

“Just like I suspected, I can feel your erection inside of me. I think I've caught a fibbing wolf,” taunted Mary.

The grey wolf didn't reply, but he could feel his cheeks burn, and his ears press flatly atop of his head. At three-quarters of the way there, he was really panting. Wenzel’s cock dripped pre inside of the tight pleasure sleeve. He told himself he didn't like it, but his body sure did. He bargained with himself that if he got to the other side, he would be free to cum on his own terms. He twisted and rocked in the rubber sheep's bonds. Still trying to resist his sexual urges. She was just walking, it wasn't like Mary was purposely milking his length. Yet even the slight movement of her rubber hips was transferred right into the tight sleeve.

“I can hear your heart beating so quickly. Just give in Wenzel. You're not going to bluff your way out of this one,” teased Mary.

Wenzel let out a very wolfish whine.

Mary trotted across the grass in a slow, deliberate pace her rubber body was squeaking slightly with each movement. The panting wolf on her back was trying his hardest not to cream. Wenzel was huffing and panting he could see the fence on the other side of the meadow approaching. He just had to hold on. Hold on only for a few more minutes. He thought he was about to make it too. That was until his thick knot popped sharply inside of Mary's collection sleeve. He twisted his whole body and bit down on his bottom lip trying with all his might, not to cum.

It brought him just mere seconds. Wenzel let out a defeated moan as he felt his orgasm rush close. He rocked his hips eagerly as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside of Mary's collection sleeve. The grey wolf was giving her the second sample of the day. He had but a few moments to savour his afterglow before a tight rubber hood shot out from the back of Mary's neck and wrapped itself tightly around his muzzle. The hood wrapped itself around his head as if it was alive. It was connected to Marry via three hoses. The hood began to inflate squeezing his muzzle shut. It paused suddenly, and another inflatable bulb was pushed into his mouth, past his teeth and it pushed his tongue flat. It also began swelling inside his mouth.

“Mmmrt!” screamed Wenzel.

“Hush now, Wenzel. You need you to gag you for when I slip you inside me,” said Mary

He had been wholly silenced. The hood had gaps for his eyes but not his ears. Wenzel could only make unintelligible grunts and moans. The hood adapted to the curves of his canine muzzle. It pushed down his lime green mohawk flat atop his head as well as his lupine ears. With his arms restrained there is no way he could try and remove it. Mary didn't even miss a beat she kept walking coming towards an open gate.

Wenzel still had some fight in him, so he rocked, twisted and tugged at the cuffs restraining him. They only ripped tighter the more he pulled becoming painfully uncomfortable forcing him to stop. When the grey wolf stopped tugging, they returned to their previous position holding him tightly but not uncomfortably so. He screamed loudly into his gag. All his movements seemed to do was make Mary's rubber body stretch but as soon as Wenzel untensed his muscles the rubber snapped back to its previous position. He didn't notice that Mary had stopped again until she spoke.

“It's time to prepare you for storage Wenzel. You'll be much more comfortable inside my body,” said Mary.

Air rushed out from Mary, hissing loudly. Wenzel could feel himself descending, dropping into Mary like she was a deflating air mattress. Except for the flanks of Mary's body, they remained rigid. He was sinking into the rubber sheep's back. When he had descended down several inches, he then began to feel Mary's flanks wrapping around his sides coming up his sides and over his back. He was frantic to escape knowing that once he was sealed inside any chance of escape was over. His struggles were in vain his cuffs remained tight.

The grey wolf soon found his arms bent at the elbow and his legs bent at the knee. His limbs were forced into Mary's inflated legs. He pawed and tried to grip onto anything, but he found that his hand paws and feet paws had been wrapped into useless balls. They had space to flex and unflex his fingers and toes, but he couldn't find anything to hang on to. The most disconcerting feeling of all was that his world has gone dark. Opaque rubber was blacking out his vision of the outside.

His tail had been stuffed inside, pulled over to his right side and was fastened and confined. He wasn't allowed to wag it. He could still breathe through his gag. It must have a tube running down the centre of it because he could easily breathe in and out without any difficulty. His erection was still wrapped up tightly in a sleeve only now it was inside the body of the rubber sheep.

“I hope you are comfy Wenzel. I picked a secluded part of the farm so no one will bother us while I get to know you better,” said Mary.

“Mffth!” screamed Wenzel.

“I've never caught a wolf like you before. The smarter the prey, the more fun they are to capture,” she added.

Wenzel's whole body was now encased. Mary hugged him tightly from all sides. His hand paws were locked near his shoulders, and his legs were bent at the knee and locked into place. He could wiggle and twist, but his body felt like it was trapped in jelly.

“I normally sedate my prey at this point, but you're special. I'm going to aim for five more samples. By the way, I know that you're not a feral wolf, but I always wanted to capture your kind. I’ll let you go eventually,” said Mary.

Wenzel's body tensed as the rubber around his cock began to clutch and ripple. It was undulating and convulsing working this wolf meat back up to attention. He was very much a wolf in sheep’s clothing.