The sky had begun to turn blue when Gabby woke up. The sun was still hidden beyond the horizon, but it would show itself soon.

  Sleeping in a tree had not been a comfortable experience. Gabby stretched her arms, admiring the muscles she had gained the day before. She stood up on the branch, making sure she didn't accidentally drop her living pillow to the ground below. The pillow whose night had been even worse than her's.

  “Please please please…”

  The slime’s mind was stuck in a loop of endless begging.

  Being filled with cum the entire night and subsequently denied absorbing it, had broken the barely sentient ball of goo. It was well and truly addicted to futa goblin spunk. The taste, the smell, the nourishment. It was all the slime craved. And those cravings had not been sated.

  Gabby licked her lips at the desperation in front of her. Seeing the slime mewling at her like this was a delight. A mastermind of sadism was what she was. It was totally not because she had forgotten to let the slime eat before she fell asleep.

  Unfortunately, Gabby didn't have time to admire her handiwork.

  “Eat.” She commanded the slime. For a second it didn't register that it was given an order. But then the slime violently tightened up as the cum blended with its goo. A powerful shudder ran through the slime as it felt the pleasure from finally eating.

  A new command and the still orgasming slime was forced to stretch out and wrap around Gabby once again. She couldn’t wait for the pathetic slime to finish its slimegasm, Gabby had to move out before the—hopefully sleeping—wolf woke up. The trembling goo struggled to take its usual slingshot bikini shape.

  As quiet as she could, Gabby climbed down the tree. She hadn't spotted the wolf since the chase, and she still couldn’t. Her eyes remained locked in the direction where she st saw it skulk away.

  Her feet reached the ground, lightly touching down like she was dipping them in ice cold water. Gabby stood there in silence, looking, listening. She kept a hand resting on the trunk, afraid it would somehow disappear if she let go. The goblin didn’t dare move until she was certain there was no immediate danger around.

  Then, with careful steps, she moved away from the tree.

  At first her movements were excruciatingly slow. Every inch away from the tree increased the risk of the wolf catching her. But every step gave her increased confidence.

  One step became a few, then many. Soon, she could barely see the tree as other trees blocked her view. Once it was out of sight she would run as fast as she cou—

  Gabby stepped on something soft.

  A sharp yip rang out through the forest. The wolf.

  It had been curled inside a hollow log, its tail stretched just far enough to be stepped on. She hadn’t considered that it could have circled ahead, hidden from view.

  Gabby set off into a sprint before the wolf could get its bearings. She could feel her strengthened muscles propel her forward faster than she had ever run before. If it wasn't for the situation she might have giggled with excitement. Unfortunately, the wolf was quicker.

  The wolf having to crawl out of its hiding spot gave Gabby a head start, but it was quickly shortened. Every second the wolf was gaining on her.

  Her eyes darted ahead. She needed another tree. Fast.

  Hey, didn't she recognize that tree? And that one too? Gabby had gotten back to a familiar part of the forest. She was close to her ravine of berry bushes.

  She was hit with an epiphany. A pn formed in her mind as she turned towards the valley.

  The wolf was too close for her to climb a tree now. She could feel it breathing down her neck.

  Just in time, she reached the ravine. Gabby jumped, the wolf snapping its sharp teeth behind her. She nded on the slope, sliding down the soft dirt, the wolf followed.

  Gabby struggled to keep herself banced with the high speed she was moving at. Her legs tensed as she waited for the perfect moment.

  Gabby jumped with all her might. Her powerful legs sent her soaring through the air. Above the biteleaves that y at the bottom of the slope. Before she tumbled to safety on the other side of the bush.

  The wolf noticed the trap too te. Its paws desperately cwed at the dirt, trying to slow down.

  A resounding howl filled the valley as it crashed into the bramble.

  Tiny spines stuck out from everywhere on the wolf as it stumbled out of the shrubbery. With a cacophony of whines it rolled on the ground, trying to get the thorns out of its fur and skin.

  Gabby started skirting past the wolf. Without hands, it wouldn't get the spines out any time soon. And there was nothing it could do right now to stop her from leaving. It was completely incapacitated.

  While the spines themselves weren't enough to do any serious damage to a wolf, they still caused a horrible amount of itching and burning. Gabby had only experienced that on her butt, having her entire body covered in it—

  She shuddered at the thought.

  The wolf looked at her with a pleading eye, the other was forced shut by the spines surrounding it.

  The goblin’s heart dropped. Awful mushy feelings welling up inside her. Feelings that she hadn’t felt before for anyone else.

  Gabby sighed. An invisible thread reached out from her mind and connected their thoughts. The wolf’s torment leaked through the bond. Her skin itched, prickled and burned. She grit her teeth.

  “Wolf no attack Gabby.”

  A single thought of confusion from the wolf. But it was quickly swallowed by thoughts of anguish and fear. As the goblin got closer to the wolf, it snarled. A pathetic attempt at intimidating her.

  “Gabby help wolf. Wolf no attack Gabby.” She didn't understand why she was doing this, Gabby didn't care if some stupid wolf died. If it did, she would have food for days. There was no reason for her to help the wolf.

  Acceptance. The wolf answered without words.

  Positive that the wolf wasn't going to bite her, Gabby walked closer. She knelt down on her knees in front of the writhing wolf. A hand carefully reached out to its belly, stroking a small patch of soft fur that wasn't filled with spines.

  A vivid memory of petting a much smaller wolf entered Gabby's mind. The cute thing id on its back in the grass, pyfully biting and kicking at the hands that rubbed its belly.

  Gabby recoiled and the memory faded. She was sure she had never been this close to a wolf before. There was no way that memory was her's, but it had felt so real. Gabby didn't want to think about it. Thinking was something stupid people did when they were unsure of what they wanted. And Gabby wasn't stupid.

  With a shrug she returned her focus to the wolf, who was still cautiously eyeing Gabby. Her hands began picking out spines from the wolf. Immediate relief flooded its mind with every thorn removed.

  Gabby spent almost the entire day plucking biteleaf spines from the wolf. The oppressive resistance that Gabby once felt in the wolf’s mind had disappeared gradually.

  Gabby pced her hands on the sides of the wolf's head, as it nuzzled into her touch. Thoughts of pain had been repced with trust and adoration.

  Unfortunately for the wolf, those feelings weren't completely reciprocated.

  “Submit.”

  DegenerateDude