Going back to my roots and a little werewolf stuff for Halloween.

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Pincer Move


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Out in the middle of a small forest the sound of birds chirping and creek beds gurgling were heard, only to be shattered by the sound of something tearing through the brush.

Stepping through a creek with a loud splash, a large muscle gutted bear in torn jeans growled as he looked behind him. Trying to spot his pursuer he just caught a glimpse of him before a bullet dug itself into a tree next to him.

“Come on Paul,” Coyote71 said as he clicked the revolver head closed after loading in a new round. “Just turn yourself in and we can get you back to Crossroads. Where you can have a shower, a comfy bed, and three square meals in the state pen,”

“Like hell hunter!” The bear shouted as he flipped Coyote off and ran.

Coyote just sighed and adjusted his vest over his jacket.

“Why do they always choose to be difficult,”

Following the bear's trail of destruction, the human had no hard time catching up to him.

At the moment, the bear was just sliding down a steep hill and looked up at where the hunter just came out of the forest line.

Upon seeing the bear slide away, Coyote just smiled as he put his gun away and watched the bear slide down the hill.

Thinking the human was giving up, Paul laughed as he thought he was home free. Only to be proven wrong as he hit a bump that sent him into the air.

Flying like a rag doll the ursine flailed around the air and began to really panic when he saw Jon Talbain standing at the bottom of the hill waiting for him.

As he fell, the bear came to a sudden conclusion.

The hunter was leading him all along.

Those were the last thought that ran through Paul’s mind before he fell head first into Jon’s open mouth with a loud plop.

With a large gulp most of the head's head and chest were dumped into the werewolf's belly as it began to bulge out into a pot belly.

Placing his hands on the bear’s kicking feet, Jon slurped and gulped down more of the bear as his belly slid over his tongue and down his throat causing it to bulge out like a pelican's beak.

Pushing the last of the bear into his mouth, Talbain murred at the bear's taste before swallowing him down.

The bulge the bear created barely pushed out of the wolf's chest but really showed as it landed in Jon's belly with a loud slosh.

Hanging over his waistline, Jon licked his lips as he rubbed over his tractor tire size belly as it brush against his thighs.

Giving his gut a few pats, Jon suddenly heard something coming down the hill. Looking up he spotted Coyote sliding down and also hitting the impromptu ramp the rocks’ made.

Catching the human like it was nothing, Coyote nodded in relief to Jon.

“Thanks Jon,” Coyote said as Jon set him down.

“Urp!!! No problem Coyote,” Jon said as he let out a belch.

Rubbing over the squirming belly, Jon sighed as he began to feel it settle some.

“Looks like your plan worked,” Coyote said as he reached over and rubbed the werewolf's belly.

Murring from the rub the werewolf nodded.

“Of course, keep your opponent distracted from what's going on and he will easily trip himself up from the simplest moves,” Jon replied before letting out another belch.