Wolf Sanctuary

By Silver Sheep

Wenzel looked at the main screen abroad, their spacecraft. The wolf typed out some commands on the keyboard, and the scene changed to an overhead view of a large concrete surface; judging by the twisted metal surrounding it and the fading painted markings, it was a landing pad. Another fifty metres away was a large structure. It was comprised of three domes, two smaller ones and one more enormous dome connected via arched corridors.

The domes looked intact, and lights came from portholes along the structure's walls. The facilities looked like they were made from concrete. The buildings also looked to be in good shape, with no visable cracks or pot marks along the exterior. The construction was similar to how Wenzel's species built structures, at least on moons. The concrete used regolith for gravel and often sourced water in nearby ice deposits at the bottom of craters.

They were going to go in. So they programmed the computer to send a message.

"This is Captain Bardawulf. I'm attempting a Solo EVA to recon POI 28374.79 on Eclon class Moon J56.09. Stand by for sitreps." dictated the wolf into their computer.

It was the standard operation for solo missions, a "dead wolf" distress call. If they didn't check in within each hour, the spaceship would broadcast a distress call with their location and a pre-recorded message of Wenzel's mission briefing.

Then they guided their spacecraft to the landing pad on the surface of the barren moon. The landscape was bare and covered in grey rock. This moon's thin atmosphere made a slight haze on the horizon. Wenzel was wearing the main section of their spacesuit. It was pale blue and grey and had metal rings where the wolf could connect gloves, boots, tail sleeve and helmet. There were pipe valves on their back for their life support unit.

The wolf walked down to the airlock and the storage unit that contained the rest of their gear. Wenzel began dressing, adding the boots, gloves and tail sleeve to their bodysuit. They backed up into the alcove that held the life-support unit, and the pipes hissed and clicked into the valves on their back. It released a series of chirps, each one a diagnostic that passed. After that, it was safe to put on their helmet and seal themself inside. Wenzel was already wearing their combined eyepiece, earpiece and mic, so they picked up the helmet on the upper shelf where they had retrieved their backpack.

It was a fishbowl-style helmet that was more flashy than it looked. The wolf guided their muzzle first and then the rest of their head inside. With a burst of air and a click, the helmet was in place. A small hud appeared inside the screen on their eyepiece. It informed Wenzel that all the systems were nominal, and the suit was pressurised. The wolf collected the last of their gear. It was a small handheld scanner. It contained sensors, and there was even an ice pick-like probe where they could take a sample of the environment and press it into the machine for comprehensive scans.

The wolf made sure all the hatches for their gear were locked in place and began to cycle the airlock. It took a few moments for their ship to pump out the atmosphere and create a vacuum inside the airlock. The indicator light near the door turned green, and Wenzel pressed a button to open the exterior door. Wenzel took several steps out. They walked across the concrete landing pad. Suddenly they were outside the artificial gravity of their flying saucer and took a long leap into the air. The wolf bounced down the concrete path towards the first dome.

Wenzel's clomped down to the ground with a sudden force. They were about five metres away from the first dome and the airlock. They still had artificial gravity! This was a good sign that the facility wasn't too deadly. It could even have life support. Space systems had a priority for low-power states where life support was a priority over artificial gravity. At least the place had not been gutted by fire and left a toom like one of the stories they had heard of the ghost space base. Still, they had to be careful. Just because there was power didn't mean the atmosphere was safe inside.

Wenzel clicked the open box beside the airlock. To their joy, the wolf found a manual override lever. They pulled up the red lever, the emergency override for the airlock. It would cycle the airlock open regardless of the internal settings. It took a few moments, but suddenly, the door creaked and began to open. A light turned on, and Wenzel could see inside. The airlock inside had hatches for space suits; Wenzel took a closer look and found six space suits in total.

The space suits looked to be of cruder cumbersome designs. White in colour with massive bulky life support backpacks that looked more at home in a museum of space travel, at least compared to the tech Wenzel's species had. This was really strange, a moon base that mimicked wolf design complete with artificial gravity, yet they were using these old clunkers as spacesuits.

Wenzel stepped towards a control pad and began to cycle the airlock. The exterior door closed, and the air flowed inside the room. A warning flashed on Wenzel's eyepiece. It mentioned that there were large amounts of fungal spores in the air. Wenzel saw a mist of grey spores waft into the airlock through the vents. Wenzel was glad for their spacesuit. While the air inside the base was breathable insofar as the oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide levels, they would get lung fulls of biological contaminates.

The inner door opened, and Wenzel stepped inside the base. The wolf found the source of the spores; mushrooms were growing out of the planters that lined the hallway. The mushrooms had five-centimetre diameter caps that were cobalt blue in colour. They stood on white stalks around seven to eight centimetres tall, and clear droplets dripped from their navy blue coloured gills. The wolf took the metal probe from their handheld scanner and took a biopsy of the nearest mushroom. Wenzel loaded the sample back into the device, and it began analysing. This would take several minutes, so Wenzel walked on.

Wenzel continued to walk deeper into the base. This dome seemed to contain living quarters. There were bunks, beds, and office desks; the planters were strange. They were placed in every room and whoever was cultivating these shrooms ensured the place had full coverage. This was decidedly not a space base for Wenzel's kind. Perhaps the mushrooms were for some alien life support system. Just then, their scanning device beeped. Wenzel began reading the results.

The mushrooms were Trill Shrooms. They were the most potent aphrodisiac for their kind found in the known universe. So what were they doing up here? They were native to Braxton's planet. At first, Wenzel couldn't believe it, but the biopsy confirmed it. They were Trill Shrooms, but how did they get all the way up here?

"Captain Bardawulf, please check in," came a voice message in their earpiece.

“Wenzel Bardawulf confirm code Zero Niner Foxtrot,” said the wolf.

"Authentication Com-" came back the reply.

"Ship? Say again," said Wenzel.

Wenzel grimaced as a burst of shrill static screamed into their earpiece. They grunted quickly, shutting off the sound. Wenzel brought up the signal as an input to an oscilloscope displayed in their visor. Their radio was being jammed. The robust signal jumped from sine, square, triangle, and sawtooth waveforms flooding their channel with noise. They flipped through to secondary and tertiary channels; all were being jammed. Their communications were down and deliberately so. They were out of contact with their spaceship just after they had reset the "dead wolf" timer.

"High Warning: Micro meteor strike," bleared Wenzel's suit computer.

The wolf was sure it wasn't a meteor, but they did feel something impact their arse. Wenzel looked down to see a green dart had stuck to the outside of their spacesuit-covered rear. It reminded the wolf of a nerf-dart. Suddenly it made a high-pitched sound like a dentist's drill before the wolf yelped in pain. Wenzel batted away the not-so-nerf dart and looked down at a small hole venting their suits atmosphere into the room.

"High Warning: Suit ingratiatory failure. Self-sealing. Suit ingratiatory restored," said the space suit computer.

Wenzel saw movement out of the corner of their eye. Someone had shot them! The wolf scrambled back towards the airlock. They tried to send a message back to their ship but were still being jammed. Wenzel began to feel woozy. Wenzel had not expected hostiles on this seemingly abandoned base. They had to go.

"Suit, medical scan!" barked Wenzel.

"Sedative detected in Captain Bardawulf's bloodstream. Therefore, it is not recommended to operate heavy machinery such as spacecraft under the influence of such substances," said the spacesuit computer.

Wenzel kicked over a mushroom planter and fell to their knees. The wolf's head was spinning as they tried to keep moving towards the airlock. Unfortunately, the room was spinning as when the wolf tried to stand, they launched sideways before dropping down to their side. It was a struggle to keep their eyes open, and despite trying to stay awake, the wolf drifted off unconscious.

Wenzel opened their eyes. They looked around and found they were in a tiled room. More alarmingly, they had been stripped of their spacesuit and gear. They had been dressed in a canvas straitjacket that forced Wenzel's arms wrapped closely around their torso. It was just like the one they used to play with Braxton. Two straps from the straitjacket wrapped around their crotch so they couldn't wiggle out of it. Their sheath and balls were exposed to anyone who was watching them. Wenzel also could feel a metal collar around their neck.

Fuck! The wolf let out a snort. They were seated in an oversized chair made of metal and padded with vinyl. They stood up; thankfully, they weren't restrained to the chair. It must have been that dart that drugged them because they had no memory of being transported to this place. Despite the embarrassing circumstances, they should try to escape whoever has done this to them.

Wenzel looked around the room. The chair they had been seated on was the only piece of furniture in the room. Overhead, the room was lit by bright neon lighting. The lights also sent a low hum to their sensitive lupine ears. The room was windowless but had a door that was currently closed. On one of the walls was a round image. It was a stylised vista of the moon they were on, with the words "Wolf Sanctuary" written on the lower border following the round shape of the image.

The text was in the written language of Braxton's home world, but Wenzel would have to ponder that later. They walked over and looked down at the door handle. They awkwardly used one of their foot paws to press on the lever. Then, the door handle rushed downwards with a swift movement. The door opened inwards, and they had to be careful not to topple over as they stepped backwards.

Wenzel stepped out into the hall. They looked left and right down the corridor. The corridor curved around; they must be in the more prominent dome. The porthole windows lining one of the walls confirmed here were still inside the base. The portals let in some natural light. Wenzel chose to go left. It was just as good as the other direction; they could return to this spot if they kept walking.

The wolf began walking down the corridor. They kept moving until they came to a junction. They had four choices continue ahead, turn back or turn left or right.

Wenzel took the arched corridor to the left that led back to one of the smaller domes. Wenzel walked down the hallway to an airtight door and looked through a viewing port. It was the dome they had entered from. They could see the spores floating in the air on the other side. This was the way out, but they needed to find a gasmask or other breathing apparatus to get past the aphrodisiac-contaminated air filling that part of the station. Besides, operating manual airtight doors with their foot paws would be cumbersome under the best conditions.

Wenzel returned to the junction, and they chose the right corridor. Suddenly their collar beeped. The strange device hissed as it let out a puff of white gas. It was too late, and Wenzel had huffed in a deep breath of the stuff. They felt a hot flush run up and down their spine.

The wolf walked deeper inside the largest dome. Wenzel tried to shake off the lustful feelings coursing through their body. Their pink spaded cocktip was out of its sheath. The wolf's arms fidgeted inside their straitjacket. They had no lock in loosening their tight, forced hug. Wenzel's grey lupine tail lashed behind them.

The wolf guessed they had been drugged with Trill Shroom spores. It was the simplest explanation for the sudden sexual arousal. Their cock continued to engorge as they walked down the concrete and metal hallway. Finally, they came to another junction, and this time Wenzel spotted something interesting. To the corridor to the wolf's left was a large door that was left wide open. Wenzel walked over and peered inside the doorway.

The room was a large padded cell. It was about three metres by three meters in size. The chunky padding was covered with glossy and slippery material. If the shiny coverings weren't enough to show they were latex, the room's deep rubber aroma sure did. Wenzel looked down at their throbbing cock. The tip was dribbling pre, and the rounded knot was free slick and glossy in the harsh lighting of the base. The lovely smooth, velvety padding would offer a great place to hump and release their pent-up needs.

They knew they shouldn't indulge in masturbation after being stripped of their spacesuit and straitjacketed by some unknown captor, but the wolf couldn't think straight with whatever this collar dosed them with. Wenzel had to take care of their sex drive so they could reason and think clearly. They stepped inside the cell and walked toward one of the padded walls.

Wenzel experimentally brushed their weeping prick against the soft padding. They inhaled a sharp breath; the smooth latex-covered cushions felt heavenly against their throbbing erection. Wenzel let out a loud moan. It didn't make more than a few thrusts against the material before they made up their mind. They would have a quick wank and then return to their escape attempts. Indeed, the horny wolf rolled their hips and thrust their throbbing erection into a groove between two wall cushions.

They pressed their body close, finding a lovely furrow to thrust into. Wenzel licked the rubber wall like a lover as they bucked their hips. Soon they began painting. They pushed the side of their face into the cool latex, sucking and kissing as they moved their red-hot member into the welcoming cushions. The slippery padding was their impromptu lover, and they began to give in to their pent-up lust. They rutted with the wall, acting more like a beast in oestrus than a sentient creature. The aphrodisiac finally allowed the wolf to give up the last of their self-control. They only had one goal now, and that was to cum. Wenzel let out soft moans as they continue rutting the wall.

In their lustful state, it didn't take long before they could feel their orgasm building. They savoured every moment as it approached. They could feel the joyful sensation building in their balls. They began fucking the wall faster; the latex material squeaked under the force. A patch of their pre-cum lubed up the cushion so they could pump it even quicker. Then, just as they were about to cum, they heard a voice.

"I told you our new pseudo-wolf wouldn't get anywhere," came a voice.

Wenzel wheeled around, not caring that they were fully erect and drizzling pre-cum. A fox was standing in the doorway. The fox wore the orange space agency uniform from Wenzel's lover's world. This confused the wolf because their kind, the creatures of Braxton's planet, weren't meant to have this level of space-faring tech.

"When these things get cum brained. They look for a comfy place to attempt masturbation. Giving them one is all you need to capture them," said the fox.

Wenzel looked around the doorway, considering charging at the other creature. Until they saw a red panda standing behind them. The panda was also wearing orange overalls.

"Now, now alien. You get to cum if you cooperate," the fox said.

"What! Who are you? Why did you do this to me?" yelled Wenzel.

"My name isn't important, but who I work for is. We don't appreciate space aliens infiltrating our planet. So, our kind has set up our agency to monitor and study pseudo-wolves. I'm employed by the Wolf Sanctuary. You're here for confirmation testing, tagging and health screening." he said.

Wenzel didn't answer this planet's species weren't meant to have the technology capable of detecting their ship. Let alone artificial gravity. Wenzel would keep up their act.

The fox pressed a button on a small remote they were holding.

"I don't know what y-" began Wenzel.

Vents above Wenzel began to blast spore-filled air into the cell. An intense wave of lust shot down to their cock, bringing the wolf to their knees on the soft padding.

"Pseudo-wolves have a quirk in their physiology that allows us to stimulate their sexual response using a certain mushroom. The proof for the confirmation test is observing the spores' effect on you," said the fox.

Wenzel gritted their teeth and struggled to hold back. Cumming for this fox would just confirm their suspicions. Wenzel grunted and groaned, but nothing could stop the spore-contaminated air from controlling their sex drive. They could feel a surge of cum rocket from their cock and splatter across the floor's latex cushions. They gnashed their teeth as they felt another wave of cum spray across the floor, padding in an arc.

A deep moan escaped from Wenzel's muzzle. Then, fully surrendering to the pleasure, they felt another rope of cum spraying from their cock. It took a few moments for them to get their composure, but when they did, the first sound to register in their mind was the door slamming shut. The fox had closed the door, trapping them in the cell. They walked over to see an observation window in the door that afforded them a hallway view.

Wenzel could see the red fox and his red panda college peering inside at them, much like they were in a zoo. They could almost hear muffled speech, so the wolf pressed their ear to the glass to listen to them better.

"What did I tell you? These aliens look just like our terrestrial wolves. The spore-orgasm test is the quickest and comes back before the DNA results." came the muffled voice of the fox.