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You wave away the remains of the foul stench. The witch has definitely gone. Where, you haven't the foggiest. The only evidence of her being there is the additional wreckage on top of what your little dip wrought, and a battered werewolf, one not-so-careful owner.
He looks even less frightening out cold, especially just below the dent he left in the solid stone wall after his flight. Something makes you decide to check on him. After all, he's a fellow creature, like you. The fact that he tried to disembowel you is only a mitigating circumstance. You showed him who's boss.
You stand in front of the inert form, then bend awkwardly over your immense stomach to take a closer look. You have to squat a little, sumo style, to do so. Unfortunately, at this point the werewolf twitches a little, and returns to consciousness. The first sight he's treated to is a close up of your vast belly, hovering inches from his muzzle like a comet about to deal with the dinosaurs. He screams in abject terror, and tries to dig himself into the stone slabs with his elbows. You jump in surprise, which makes your huge bulk bounce closer. He screams again and cringes back even further, whining and whimpering pathetically.
"Argh! Master, no! Please! Don't do it!"
"Calm down! I'm not going to!" You bellow back, trying to get a grip on yourself. It doesn't seem to reassure the werewolf, though. He's still staring at the mass completely filling his vision, and trembling. You take a step back to give yourself some thinking room. Something clicks in the back of your brain, and in a more normal voice you ask:
"Master?"
The wolf, who's rapidly getting back up to speed, looks guilty and claps his paws over his muzzle, then tries to look innocent. Interesting...
"Master?" You repeat again, deliberately swaying your wrecking-ball belly closer. The werewolf flinches, then scowls sullenly at you.
"Don't bet on it, Bub. Just because you beat me in a fight-"
"Makes me a higher ranking 'pack member' than you doesn't it?" you finish, your brain having done some quick adding up. A large, jubilant grin breaks out on your muzzle as the guilty twitch of his ears tell you you've hit the bullseye. The werewolf glares up at you from his half-crouched position on the floor and growls.
"Darn education. Everyone's a sociology expert these days."
"Then you admit it?" You smile broadly. He looks hunted for a few moments, as though looking for a way out. Finally, totally out of options, between a hippo's belly and a hard place, he says...
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)
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