There once was a young boy named Jeremy. Where he lived, his house had a forest behind it. Tall trees loomed over, they made the area quite cold at night. A crisp breeze seemed to always shoot through like an arrow. The leaves crunched when you walked through during the fall.
“I’m going out to play, Mom!” Jeremy yelled one evening. He trotted through the yard, his rubber boots splatting against the mud. He climbed up into the forest, it was hard to see. Fog covered almost everything. It was just him and the forest now, it was silent.
He frolicked around for a bit, pretending to have various creatures by his side. He giggled and leaped. But then, Jeremy slipped! His muscles pulled like a broken break. He went sliding down a short hill, aching. He couldn’t get up, his legs ached. “Mom, mom!” he screamed, trying to get her attention from inside the house. He was too far out, though. “Please… don’t let me die here” he said to himself, sobbing. He heard a crunching noise from around him. A heavy crunching noise, he saw bits of gray in the shadows.
He froze. The commotion must’ve alerted something to his presence. He knew it was an animal of some sorts, but it still didn’t seem like it was as ANIMAL animal. He just sat there silently until it fully approached him. He saw paws step out of the darkness, ears pop up from the shadows, and a snout emerging from the dusk. It was a wolf! A confusingly giant wolf. Jeremy tried to climb back up the hill, scared for his life. But the wolf walked over to him and put their paw on his shoulder in an almost reassuring way.
“It’s okay,” the wolf suddenly spoke. Jeremy was shocked, wolves didn’t talk, or at least he thought they didn’t. She tilted her head, ears flopping over. Jeremy chuckled a bit, the wolf sat down. “My name is Marta,” she said, “what’s yours?”
“Oh, um, Jeremy”
“Why were you making noises?”
Jeremy sat up. “I got hurt and now I can‘t walk, pulled a muscle I think”
“That’s not good,” Marta said, “climb on my back, I’ll take you somewhere near to heal!”
Jeremy was hesitant at first, but pulled himself to where he draped over the wolfess’s back. Her fur was soft, and she was to the size where he wasn’t bumping his head against the ground. She ran, he held on. She galloped until they went into a small clearing in the brush. “We’re here,” Marta said before gently lowering her body. Jeremy lied against her side, letting her body heat comfort him. She leaned over and began to lick the back of his ankle.
“Why are you doing that for, miss?”
“I’m not any ordinary wolf, Jeremy, I am not even a wolf!”
“What are you, then”
“An Inanimate, you know, those living toy things?”
“Yeah, I know” He swatted at a mosquito.
Marta continued to lick before replying. “I’m one of those, made extremely realistically!”
“So… taxidermy?”
“Basically,” She chuckled.
Jeremy caressed his leg nervously. It still ached, but was slowly healing. He couldn’t get up, he was practically chained to the floor. Marta darted her head up, noticing his discomfort. “You alright, Jeremy?” she asked. He looked at her, still a bit scared.
“If only I could get the saliva all around y- oh wait!” an idea popped into Marta’s head. Jeremy sat cautiously, Marta got up. “How would you feel about being eaten?” she asked curiously. Jeremy, instead of what Marta expected, looked up at her with a glimmer in his eyes. “Yes, um, I would… can you?” he was a bit excited for it. Marta nodded.
She opened her big, slimy maw, tongue dripping with saliva. Jeremy stuck his head in, squeezing his body down her throat. She tilted her head up, Jeremy’s boots came off as he slid down. Marta never felt as full and happy as she did before. Her belly weighed her to the floor a bit, so she lied down, rubbing it. “Is it nice, Jeremy?” she asked.
“Yes, it is!” he giggled. He splashed around, the healing saliva got all over his body. Marta was content, but knew she needed to take him back to his house soon. “Should I get your boots?” she asked.
“No,” Jeremy said, “I’ll just tell my parents a lost them when I slipped!”
“Sounds like a good idea!”
Marta got up and began to trot through the woods carefully. She didn’t want to shake up Jeremy too much. The trees all looked the same to the boy, but to her, they were all distinguished. “I always see lights over here, so this must be his house” she thought as she walked into the yard. The grass felt strange to her, but she knew it was normal to Jeremy. “Should I get you out of here?” She asked, poking her belly.
Jeremy moved inside, seemingly saying “yes”.
She leaned downward and squeezed him back up her throat. He emerged wet and tired. He’d need a bath when he was back home. Marta walked off back into the woods, “visit often!” she said. Jeremy nodded before stumbling onto the porch. His mom opened the door to see her beloved son, back!
“Jeremy! I was worried sick, where were you?!” she hugged her son, who felt slimy “from the mud”.
“I got hurt out in the woods…”
“Oh, poor thing!”
Jeremy stood up. “But it’s not all bad,” he looked up into the woods, as streaks of gray shot past the tree line.
“I made a new friend!”