Running Wild (Patreon Commission for DanMingle)

He couldn’t remember the last time any of them had a good night’s sleep, not since that wolfpack migrated to the valley. There used to be periods of peace in between the hunts, long stretches where his family and friends could enjoy life to the fullest… not anymore.

Tani had the bad luck of being born the runt of his litter, too weak to fend for himself and too frail to stand up to anything that wasn’t under half his (already quite light) weight. For a threat like the wolves to show up, it would’ve meant his end if he didn’t have his skulk backing him up. It was still embarrassing, to say the very least, that he had to constantly rely on others just to make it through the day, leaving him feeling like a burden whenever he had to do just about anything.

Whenever the wolfpack dared to attack the other residents of the valley, he had to be the first one to hide; not necessarily because he wanted to, but seeing as he lacked the strength to resist even the other foxes, he found himself being forcefully shoved into the nearest hole and ordered to hide until the threat was over. As much as he wanted to think that this helped lead to a series of avoidable injuries and brushes with death, he’d be kidding himself if he did; trying to help fight those wolves would only end in all the damage being directed at him, and without the strong constitution to back it up, it was doubtful that he’d make it past the first strike.

Any and all attempts at remedying this had failed, and nothing Tani tried either worked or stuck for more than a few days. At times he convinced himself his stamina training allowed him to run faster and longer, only to collapse after a hundred-yard sprint in the morning after. Any weights he managed to lift one morning were as mountains by dinnertime, leaving him both frustrated and confused as to how the world seemed to be using him as the butt of all its jokes. Every night he would go to sleep in his den wishing for change, at times praying to some unseen deity for their intervention, any kind of intervention; if not for him, then for everyone else, as their group could use all the help it could get at fending off the invaders.

He knew things were a lot worse than they seemed, significantly worse in fact than what the elders let pass. Though they tried to keep up appearances, it was clear that the situation was quickly escalating out of their control, and even a tenuous truce between their skulk and the many prey animals wasn’t enough to help them drive the wolfpack back into the mountains. They would see their position as top dogs replaced within a few short weeks at the rate they were going, and did not have a single solution to that. Tani wasn’t an idiot, and neither was he willfully blind like many of his age; he chose not to believe the lies fed to them, chose to see past the obvious misinformation and see things for what they truly were… and ended up seriously stressed out on a daily basis because of it. That the older foxes refused to discuss it at all just aggravated him further, as all he wanted to do was help, though he knew this notion would get him laughed out of any audience; how could a runt like him help when he could barely stand up for himself against a stray beetle?

It was all too true as well, which just made it all the more hurtful when his friends tried to pretend it was actually just for his own safety. He knew better, he knew it was because he was too weak… and if he was too weak, then he was just being a dead weight to his group. And following on that logic, the best thing he could do for them is quietly vanish one night and let them carry on without having to worry about him. It seemed to him like the best solution, really; he was already miserable, no one took him seriously and he was bound to trip over a twig and break his neck on a pebble at some point, so why not expedite the process and just get out of his group’s hair while he still had the chance? All these were words he repeated to himself as he skulked away under the cover of night, tears streaming down his muzzle and sobs being bitten back, his whole body lurching as he fought the urge to cry out for some unseen god to come help them in their time of need.

Nobody came, and all was silent, just as always.

Tani meandered through the woods, perhaps in search of some kind of epiphany that would never come. He kept walking even when he went past the northernmost tip of fox territory, beyond which lay uncharted lands; he had heard a great many stories of the wonders that waited for him in those unknown territories, most of which he assumed were made up on the spot without much care for logic or consistency. For all he knew, it was just woodland all the way to the mountains in the distance, at which point he’d probably run into more wolves. Bigger wolves, if his luck was any indication.

Therefore, it didn’t surprise him that he found nothing of worth, just more trees, foliage and undergrowth as far as his eyes could see, letting him know in exquisite detail just what was waiting for him if he kept heading in that direction. But he kept going still, if not content, then at least secure in the knowledge that, with one less mouth to feed and body to cover, his former family would have a much better shot at surviving the wolves’ onslaught. Obviously though, he knew at least part of that was his own attempt at rationalizing his decision to run away; but what else was he going to do? Stand and fight, only to immediately die?

His mindless voyage only stopped after he was too tired to even walk, which given his physique effectively amounted to a couple of hours after crossing the northern borders. Luckily for him, he stumbled onto a glade with an odd rock formation, creating an outcropping he could rest underneath; assuming there wouldn’t be any nasty surprises waiting for him out in the darkness, he should be able to get a good night’s rest before… doing whatever it was he was going to do. Frankly, he had no real plans for after the sun came up; he knew he had to hunt for food, but he lacked the physical prowess to do it. Maybe he could skulk around, trying to find some carrion or steal some scraps out of a bear’s larder or anything of the sort, because he couldn’t see himself lasting for much longer if he had to rely on his ability to execute a killing blow.

He busied himself with those thoughts for hours, trembling in the cold night after wrapping up into a ball, the alcove beneath the rocks not nearly enough to preserve heat. All he could see was the forest, the line of trees marking the boundary between his relative safety and the great unknown. Why did he have to leave? Why did he have to listen to that dumb voice in his head telling him he was worthless? If he had stayed behind, he could’ve maybe… trained harder, worked better, faster; he could’ve had a shot at being greater than he was, all with his friends, his family there to support him. It was only at that moment that the solitude he had inflicted upon himself really hit Tani, stripping the tiny fox of the last vestiges of his willpower; within moments, everyone near that clearing would be hearing him sob and cry out for whoever came to mind, just barely restraining himself enough not to outright call for his mother to come get him. It was undignified, unworthy of a fox of such noble lineage as himself, but he didn’t care; he was cold, hungry and alone, and he desperately needed someone friendly to nuzzle him and remind them that everything was going to be alright.

As it stood, someone was listening, because right after formulating that thought Tani felt his body warm up all over, feeling like someone had just embraced him after taking a dip in a hot spring. It brought to mind memories of when he was just a kit and his mother would urge him to take shelter underneath her during cold winter nights, or of the few occasions where he had a (sadly short-lived) dalliance with another of his kind. Suddenly, things didn’t seem so bad, though that relief was mixed in with slight confusion as to where that heat was coming from, because he hadn’t moved from his spot and no one was anywhere near him.

His answers would come mere seconds later when a halo of bright light appeared in front of him, floating in mid-air. For a moment there, Tani genuinely believed he had just died and was about to be floated off to whatever counted as a fox’s afterlife, before being painfully reminded of how mortal he still was when the rocks above him were punted off the ground and he jumped so hard that he could feel his heart beating against his chest. Whatever that thing was, it was clearly powerful… but it didn’t do anything to hurt him, so that was a positive.

It seemed to want to talk, but as much as its glow wavered and brightened, Tani could hear no words… not initially, at least. They weren’t sounds, at least not sounds like he remembered them, but he could still “hear” them even if they weren’t there; it was half physical and half mental, meshing together to let the young fox know what that being wanted to tell him without them actually doing it. He instantly remembered some of the stories he heard from his grandfather, of great forest spirits who were sworn to silence so as to not disturb the plants from growing and the kits from sleeping, who roamed through the woodlands protecting the weak and the innocent. He didn’t know if this was the case, but judging from how he was making sense of what he could only describe as raw intent and emotion given physical form, he guessed that thing might be a dead ringer for what a forest spirit might look like.

He looked up, and much like the glowing creature, he didn’t need to actually say anything. His thoughts were enough, transmitted through some unknown mechanism; Tani closed his eyes and allowed the entity to look into him, into his innermost fears and desires. He felt safe in its presence, though he couldn’t explain why, leaving him feeling like he could expose all his vulnerabilities and still come out stronger than before. So he told it; he told it all about the wolves, and his weakness, and his running away. He told it all about how he was too much of a pathetic runt to do anything of worth for his skulk, and how he was better off either dead or as far away from them as possible. And to its credit, the creature listened until there was nothing more left to tell, only then acting.

Tani felt the same warmth envelop him again, his whole body seeming to burn as the glowing spirit raised an “arm” and touched him, imparting upon the young fox some of its immense power. He could feel it too, rushing into him and filling his body like a million heavy meals, like a whole river of cool, refreshing drinks, leaving him not only full, refreshed and restored, but feeling the best that he ever had in his entire life! 

And if that weren’t enough, just as he was about to thank the spirit for its help, he felt the same power continue to work its magic, forcing itself into him even when there was no more room. He felt like bursting, like his body wasn’t going to handle it, and for a moment there it did genuinely look like things were going to take a turn for the worse… until they didn’t. Through his squinted eyes, Tani saw something odd: the ground moving away from him. It was the first time he’d ever seen that happening, and the thought that maybe he was dead and was being whisked off to paradise resurfaced, at least until the wave of pressure hit him again and nearly knocked him onto his knees.

He kept being assaulted by the same force, a million tackles hitting him from the inside out, his body responding to it by bulging out in every direction. His gritted teeth grew sharper, longer, until his very muzzle looked less like a fox’s and more akin to some ancient, toothy predator, chompers strong enough to bite through rock and still demand more. His legs lengthened considerably, giving him so much extra height that he could see the tops of the trees around him; and yet, what truly struck him as amazing was how thick they became, easily able to compete with the trunks of even the mightiest, oldest oaks. A single step was all that was needed to confirm his strength, as even though he put no effort behind it, he still dug a hole several feet deep into the ground, uprooting multiple trees when pulling his paw back.

The rest of his body followed suit with the transformation, muscles packing onto muscles packing onto more mass, multiplying unto themselves until his whole frame was such a glorious edifice to raw, animalistic power that one could be excused for thinking he was some kind of sculpture; from what little Tani could see of his own body, veins bulged and throbbed on his sweat-slicked skin, the perfect complement to what was a musculature of truly godlike proportions. For the first time in his life, he felt powerful, so much so that without even thinking he was thrashing about, his legs and paws capable of wreaking immense destruction without him realizing it. The glade became a blast zone, nothing more than upturned dirt and several tons of wood and bark, at least until the final stage of his ascension came to pass.

Now, Tani had never had an active sex life, if for no other reason than the wolves showing up before he really had the time to fix his whole “pathetic weakling” problem. This didn’t automatically mean he wasn’t well-endowed… but it didn’t make him as such; he was ashamed of it, but his package was about as puny as the rest of him was, hence why suddenly feeling it start to grow brought him so much joy that he had to bite down his tongue to keep from moaning.

Having never had the opportunity to feel any part of his manhood rub against anything that wasn’t the tiniest part of his belly, to suddenly have it press against both of his hind legs brought to mind a whole lot of thoughts that he didn’t really know what to do with; he wanted to look back, wanted to give that monster a good look, but simultaneously feared what he might do if he actually did. He doubted he had the mental fortitude to resist giving in to the sight of himself at that size, doubly so when both his orbs smashed onto the ground and began carving out a hole from sheer weight alone. He could hear his manhood creaking and groaning as it was made to stretch beyond the limits of what it should be able to, Tani having to spread his legs just to keep them from collapsing underneath the strain.

It thankfully ended after just a few seconds, even though he could feel his shaft thumping against his underside; by his own calculations, that thing was probably long enough that if he bothered to look down (and he had to exercise a non-insignificant amount of willpower to avoid doing so) he could most likely see the tip emerging from beneath him. This was further confirmed when he tried walking and could feel its thick, vein-covered surface rubbing up against his front legs, while his hind pair were made to deal with the overinflated knot at his base. He couldn’t even get his balls off the ground either; any step he took would have to be accompanied by the sounds of dragging and earth being shuffled about as those colossal cum tankers were simply too big not to smush against whatever was beneath the now-giant fox.

All of this happened so quickly that Tani didn’t have much of an opportunity to take it in, much less process it. All he could feel, beyond the obvious pleasure of the transformation, was the spirit bidding its farewell and leaving him with what felt like a wispy remnant of hope, still powerful enough to suffuse his mind and direct his thoughts towards more practical topics: why was he worrying about whatever happened to him when he had a family to protect? Now that he was the embodiment of power and dominance, he could just walk up to the wolfpack and demand they leave the valley, appointing himself as the guardian of all of his kind. It wouldn’t even take too much effort, considering his head was higher up than the trees themselves and he was reasonably certain he could completely obliterate the entire forest if he didn’t pay attention to where he stepped on.

That alone caused him to panic a slight bit, as he was now officially too big not to cause damage to the environment just by existing. Though he promised to himself that he’d exercise caution, there wasn’t a lot he could do to avoid some uprooting or deforestation, especially not whenever he remembered what kind of cum factories he was carrying behind him. It’d be one thing if all he had to do was watch his step; four paws made for four impact zones whenever he moved, but at his size he could probably afford to spend some extra time carefully maneuvering his body between the treetops. With his newly-blessed package, however, it was madness to think he’d ever be able to avoid leaving enormous trails whenever he moved from place to place.

Or it would be, if not for a little extra gift from the spirit.

Maybe it was that thing listening in to his concerns about the forest, or perhaps it was a secondary growth burst; Tani could only hope it wasn’t his own desire to be bigger and stronger manifesting, because if that were the case then he’d probably need to leave the valley anyway. Words to think about when he felt his body and legs especially begin to bulge out again, feeling like heavy air was being pumped into him every time he gasped for breath. That one time he at least managed to force himself to watch, if only so his mind could break at the sight of his already-powerful shoulderblades being covered by slabs of muscle that had to measure in the tons, his legs turning into such colossal, bulging pillars of power that he couldn’t even see his paws anymore; they were somewhere beneath his flesh, billowing out as it was over the ground, to the point where instead of pawprints he left behind enormous circles whenever he moved. He was more muscle than fox, his whole form having ballooned into something that even the strongest amongst his skulk could only ever dream of… and that was only the start of it.

It was inevitable, in a way. The whole transformation just felt too good, leaving him unable to process what he was feeling in any way that wasn’t externalizing it in the most direct way possible. Considering he had a him-sized cock ready to go and aching to be tended to, it shouldn’t be very surprising that Tani turned around, fell on his back, and began using his newfound strength to give his manhood the love and attention it desperately craved. He was right in his assumption of its size; now that he could see it, he was left flabbergasted at how wide the damned thing was, easily as much as his torso and several times harder, its surface leathery and riddled with what had to be hundreds of pulsating, overly-engorged veins that beat in unison with his own heart. Off in the distance he could see his balls, rhythmically throbbing and seeming to bulge out with even more size with every moment they were left without draining. It was right, it was something he had to do, if for no other reason than because he might very well explode if he didn’t take care of that burning need of his.

Of course, with his body being what it was, there were few choices left for him that didn’t involve just mindlessly squeezing his cock with all four legs while rolling around in the dirt until he reached his limit. It was simple, perhaps even undignified, and his body certainly thought so as well, given that it refused to go anywhere near the edge. This worried him slightly, as even though he naturally assumed his transformation into some kind of forest god would give him immense stamina, he didn’t expect the boost to be so significant that, even with his shaft and balls being as tight and uncomfortably pressurized as they were, he didn’t feel anywhere closer to bursting than he did before; if anything, he didn’t feel at all different, leaving him to think that he was either going to need to spend hours trying to pleasure himself, or needed something else (preferably someone else) to fix that problem for him. Given that his manhood was now bigger than everyone he ever knew, that much was a slight issue.

Thankfully, the time it took for him to start worrying about that was enough for the fox to begin feeling a certain few changes inside of him. It was wonderful being able to sense when he was about to blow, or at least was taking steps towards reaching that precious climax of his; the pulsing of his member, the throbbing of his blood vessels, the feeling of raw power that came with simply having a cock that was too big for him to even handle properly. He got to watch as it twitched and slapped against him, too massive to exist, too real to be be fake, the pressure and heat climbing to unbearable levels as he both saw and felt his balls inflating with renewed production, ready to deliver what had to be the biggest load of his entire life. He wasn’t even using his paws anymore as much as he was rubbing those trunk-thick legs of his against his shaft, the sensation of muscle-on-muscle enough to drive his mind far past the edge, even if his body didn’t follow suit.

Despite his best efforts, and indeed getting to the point where he could cum at all, it still took him long enough that the sky began to lighten in anticipation for sunrise, leaving Tani even more embarrassed and aroused at having in fact needed a few hours to work himself to the edge he was lying on. That realization was the clincher, the last thing needed to push him across the imaginary line and leave him a trembling, mewling mess when every muscle in his body (and there were a lot of those) clenched in unison along with his orbs, the ensuing blast of cum powerful enough to nearly choke him as he took countless gallons of his seed directly into his mouth! He heard the trees behind him shatter into splinters when the jet impacted them, carving out a long, wide line in the forest with each load dumped, with each twitch of his rod. There was no stopping the deluge, and any thought of him leaving the woods untouched was quickly abandoned the moment his eyes rolled up enough for him to see through the haze of fluids and realize he had just deforested a wide enough area that it would probably take years for it to recover. Then again, it was a bit difficult to care when he was stuck in what felt like a perpetual orgasm, too good to stop and too powerful to control, leaving him at the mercy of his own body.

By the time he was “done”, or rather had his periodic spurts reduced to merely strong enough to shatter rock and spread over twenty or so feet, there was no fight left in him. Tani had turned into a pliable creature of pleasure, dominated entirely by his own base desires and seeking naught but the next opportunity to cut loose… at least for a while. His keen, oddly-predatory mind began to return after he adjusted to its post-climax world, thrown into chaos by the flood of hormones that had taken him over. It took long enough that, when he was ready to start cleaning up, the sun was already above the horizon, leaving Tani to question just how long he’d been engrossed in his own self-exploration; it was equal parts awkward and terrifyingly addictive.

The worst part was having to wash himself off. Contrary to his… previous experiences, his cum was significantly thicker and a hell of a lot heavier, to say nothing of its incredibly potent smell and alluring flavour. It was clearly designed from the ground up to attract and entice potential mates, though who exactly would be able to take him at that size was a mystery even Tani wasn’t sure he wanted an answer to. Nonetheless, he still forced himself to get up and head to the nearest stream, confirming his greatest fears in the process: no matter how empty he knew he was, his balls were still too large not not cause damage to his environs. Though he avoided stepping on anything too hard, any time his sack pushed against the treeline the fox could hear the trunks below him creak heavily as they were bent out of shape and then eventually broken in two, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. There was one solution to it… and it was so embarrassing that even him, a burgeoning fox god, had to blush at it.

Cleaning himself in the valley’s river took up even more time than expected, mostly because he was just too damn big to even fit into it properly, to say nothing of how much it contaminated the waters themselves; whoever was downstream would have to worry about a lot of male seed, because Tani certainly wasn’t. Once he was done, though, it was time to go back home, and time to enact the one plan he had to avoid causing more undue damage to the woodlands around him, as befitting someone blessed by what had to be a forest spirit.

Moving with extreme care, Tani positioned his four legs on the shores of the river, two on each side, then angled his package in such a way that his orbs were gently dipped into the cold water below him and his cock’s twitches aimed their resulting spurts into the currents. It made walking a chore, since he had to stretch himself out to an uncomfortable degree, but it at least let him (slowly) make his way back to his den without destroying too much of anything… even if the river was turned awfully white by his constant release, a problem he’d have to worry about.

Later, at least.

He heard his family and friends before he saw them, crying out his name and calling for Tani to come back home. A few sounded genuinely desperate, probably believing the wolves had got to him somehow, but they were all silenced as soon as they looked above the treetops and saw the giant approach them. For the fox god, it was a surprisingly enjoyable experience, being able to lord his new size over those who once thought him too frail and meek to do anything of worth. It was a taunt, him telling them how wrong they were to discard and cast him aside, even if he didn’t harbor any ill will towards them; how could he, when they had been right? Had being the key-word there.

They were all speechless, though a few were clearly babbling as they looked up at the colossal shaft rustling against the leaves and branches over their heads, a blessed minority being hit square on the head by the thick precum still leaking from Tani’s tip. As soon as the shock blew over (which took the better part of an hour of gawking, as the fox giant was too busy basking in the admiration to really say or do anything but stand there silently), a few of the females even dared to step closer, their eyes transfixed and focused solely on the gigantic rod protruding from Tani’s nethers. For once in his life, he felt well and truly irresistible, a sensation he had every intention of holding onto and replicating whenever possible.

But that wasn’t why he was there, as much as he would’ve liked it to be. The true reason lay somewhere off towards the foothills in the east, where the wolfpack waited and schemed their next incursion. With his well-developed eyesight, the fox god could even see some of the dens, and within them pairs of glinting eyes doubting what they were seeing. He would have the time of his life proving to those wolves that his body was much more than a simple illusion, but a reality they would have to deal with if they ever wanted to breach the sanctity of the valley.

This was his turf now. And they were going to have to go through him if they wanted to do anything.