[b]Uniting the Wolf Clan[/b]
 
The warrior wolf fell with a thud, his ears ringing as his head hit the ground. His vision blurred and unblurred, like a camera seeking the right focus for a close-up. He could see his sword, dented and scratched from the battle. He stretched out his arm towards it.
 
The giant wolf’s foot came down hard on his elbow, leaving the prince yelling in pain as he withdrew it back to his chest. His assailant kicked him, rolling him onto his back so he could stare into his eyes. A grey-furred figure slowly came into focus among the dark night sky, a muscular beast of a Wolf… his brother.
 
“Fang…” Thane wheezed.
 
“Pathetic,” Fang addressed him in turn as he returned his axes to his belt. He reached down and picked the smaller wolf up by the front of his tabard, gradually lifting him until he hung limply in his hand. “This is the greatest warrior the Wolf Clan has to offer? What a joke,” he huffed, blowing hot air through his nostrils over the younger wolf’s face. “You couldn’t even scratch me.”
 
“Nnghh…” Thane groaned, his gray fur dirty from the battle as his lidded yellow eyes stared into Fang’s rot-ridden purple ones. He had failed to outwit his brother in avoiding him in the wild, and he had failed to outmatch him in head to head combat. Now his only hope was to garner some sympathy from the exiled prince, that somewhere in Fang’s bloodthirsty snarl was the warmth and affection of their long forgotten sibling bond.
 
He was done for.
 
“You’ve been playing hero for a long time, little brother, far too many years by my count,” Fang snickered as he tightened his grip on the Wolf’s tabard. Thane held his breath, his head rolling onto his shoulder to stare down at his sword. The larger wolf chuckled and picked it up in his free hand. “I see you’re still swinging around father’s old sword. The great Hakonsbane, slayer of giants and kings,” he gave it an experimental swing, listening to the sound it left as it cut through the air. “You know… the poet in me wants to skewer you with it. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Right, brother?”
 
Thane’s eyes widened in alarm, his jaw trembling as the larger wolf turned the greatsword over, allowing him to see his terrified reflection in its blade. Thane shook his head rapidly, watching as his brother’s grip tensed on the hilt of the sword in preparation to swing it. “...Nah…” Fang let out a guttural chuckle, “No, I have something else in mind for you, dear brother. Something far worse,” he grinned. “Your sword will still be useful though... as a toothpick.”
 
He brought it up briefly before plunging it into the ground, digging far enough into the dirt to ensure it would remain in place even if Thane did somehow get free. With the greatsword out of the picture, Fang turned his attention to his brother, a look of confusion spreading over his timid face as Fang ran his tongue over his sharp fangs. “You’re not that surprised, are you? I’ve heard the stories being passed around the Clan Grounds. That the Exiled Prince eats wolf cubs who stray too far from home.” He sneered as his free hand moved up to grip Thane’s throat. “Bet I know who started those rumours too...”
 
“Mmghh…” Thane grunted, trying his best to shake his head as the thick hand tightened around his neck. A sadistic grin crossed Fang’s muzzle as he watched the Wolf Prince squirm in his grip.
 
“Truth be told, I never had a taste for kids… too small, not enough meat to satisfy my hunger…” Fang continued, his eyes glowing with the corruption of the Rot coursing through his veins. “I’ve always preferred full grown wolves. Especially warriors….” his grin widened as his tongue wetted his teeth once more, “And [i]especially[/i] princes.”
 
Thane’s confusion slowly melted into understanding of his situation. He began to struggle, his legs kicking as he pulled at Fang’s hands. “Heh, got some fight left in you after all. I had you pegged for a squirmer…” The larger wolf chuckled grimly as he lifted Thane higher, his jaws parting wide to reveal his wet, cavernous throat to him, its fleshy walls glistening in the moonlight until it faded into the shadows of his maw. The smaller wolf whimpered, his paws kicking weakly against the larger wolf’s broad chest as he tried to push himself away.
 
“What’s the matter, Thane? Afraid of the dark all of a sudden?” Fang drooled, his tongue lolling out and slurping at his brother’s face, leaving a path of drool in its wake. “Don’t worry, your big brother’s here to [i]tuck you in[/i]... “
 
Thane was speechless; what had once seemed like idle threats and stories were suddenly all too real. He stared down at his brother’s midsection, his eyes widening as he watched him use his free hand to loosen his belt and let his gut spill out. He was serious… and Thane could do nothing but wait for it to happen.
 
“Look at you; a pathetic Wolf Clan Prince…” Fang scoffed as he brought Thane’s muzzle to his own, his jaws wide enough to engulf his head with ease. “A meal fit for a Wolf Clan [i]King.[/i]”
 
[b]CLANG![/b] Fang staggered forward, his jaws engulfing Thane’s head as he collapsed over him. For a moment all Thane could see was flesh and slobber, the smell of his older brother’s breath flooding his nostrils as the walls of his throat throbbed around him. He could feel it tightening on him, but surprisingly he wasn’t moving forward. He could hear his predator gagging… no, [i]choking![/i].
 
He could feel the larger wolf struggling to swallow as an additional weight pinned them both. Among the desperate gulps and the big wolf’s heartbeat he could hear the muffled voice shouting angrily, Fang’s choked growls in response rumbling through his ears as the Wolf’s teeth sank into his neck. The throat closed ahead of him, tightened by hands gripping it from the outside world--
 
“GRRRAAHFFFFH!” All at once the jaws released him, the throat launching him back into the cold night like a spit-covered hairball. Thane collapsed back on the ground, gasping for air and using his tabard to wipe the drool from his face. As he brought it down he saw what had saved him; the Shieldmaiden who already had his brother up to his broad chest in her jaws.
 
Magna glanced down at the smaller wolf and gave him a silent nod to greet him before continuing with her task. The Wolf Prince propped himself up on his elbows, still panting to catch his breath as he took in the sight of the Shieldmaiden at work. He could see Fang’s hands clutching at the air as his arms were pinned to his sides, and an angle that left his hand axes just out of reach. As Magna noticed the movement she took a hefty gulp to lock his arms to his sides with her jaws before reaching down with one hand and unbuckling his belt, allowing it and the two heavy axes to clatter to the ground.
 
The sight of Fang losing his weapons reminded Thane of his own; his greatsword was still sticking out of the ground next to her. He slowly forced himself up into a sitting position before stumbling to his feet, one hand wrapping around his chest to soothe the bruises beneath his tunic. Magna didn’t seem to pay attention to his approach, her focus was on the lower torso of the snarling wolf disappearing into her throat. As Thane caught her eye he noticed how different her dull expression was from how Fang had been looking at him a moment ago, if she took any joy in devouring the beastly wolf she hid it well.
 
Though as he stepped past her to retrieve his sword he felt her hand clutch his tail, and as he looked over his shoulder she gave it a quick tug. He stumbled back in the direction she pulled, leaving him collapsing against her soft, pillowy form. Her hand moved up and rested on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuring as her other hand continued to feed Fang’s flailing legs into her jaws. Thane grimaced as he listened to each wet gulp as it rumbled through her throat, the way the bulge of his brother pushed against him as Magna held him against her body. “Magn--”
 
Her hand moved from his shoulder to clasp his muzzle shut, holding it in place so she could concentrate. Unable to speak, Thane’s eyes drifted from the slowly disappearing legs to the bulging gut spilling out in front of the large lady wolf. Suddenly he realised why she had felt so warm and soft when she pressed him against her body; she was completely naked!
 
“Mmgh..!” Magna grunted as Fang’s massive paws made the transition from resting on her tongue to bulging against the inside of her neck. For a moment the bulge seemed to rise again as if the meal had been too much for her, but Magna shut down the rebellion with a loud [i]GLLLRK![/i] her grip tightening on Thane and pressing his face against her breast as she swallowed the last of the defiant Wolf Exile.
 
Thane watched in silence, breathing through his nose as he stared down at the Wolf’s bulging, writhing gut. Every now and then he felt one of the bulges shove against him; a foot or a fist, sometimes even his brother’s face. How close he had come to sharing that fate… he looked up at Magna timidly. No reaction at all to the wolf’s struggles, save for huffing and patting her gut after a particularly forceful shove. Despite her lack of response, Thane could still hear Fang kicking up a storm; his muffled growls and roars became clearer as he sank into Magna’s doughy form.
 
“Let me out of here, don’t you know who I am?! I’m the True Prince of the Wolf Clan! The strongest warrior in Armello--!”
 
“Silence.” Magna finally spoke, balling her hand into a fist and smacking it against the top of her gut. Fang responded with a yipe from the blow, followed by a pitiful whimper. The Shieldmaiden gagged, then let out an uncharacteristically crass belch. With her prey somewhat subdued she slowly removed her hand from Thane’s muzzle. “...Good evening, Prince Graymane,” she greeted him as though her stomach wasn’t filled with a wolf almost her own size.
 
“Took you long enough to save me,” Thane flicked his ears back as he grasped at any composure he still had left, his fur still damp from drool despite the heat emanating off of Magna’s body. “Better late than never I suppose.”
 
“He challenged you to a duel, it is not my place to interfere if a Wolf wishes to test your mettle,” Magna replied as she finally released Thane, allowing him to step away from her at his leisure. “I needed a moment to remove my armour as well, I’d have risked breaking it had I kept it on when I devoured him.”
 
“I didn’t realise that was the sort of thing you were even capable of,” Thane said, not moving from her side despite no longer being held in place. His hand trailed over the bulge of her brother’s form, his sharp eyes picking up every little movement he made inside her. For a moment he was lost in thought, thinking how close he had come to being in that position… how Fang had been looking at him; primal, hungry. Something unusual stirred in the Wolf Prince, unfamiliar and yet exciting. It made his legs feel weak and his… well, it wasn’t a feeling he would have associated with a near death experience.
 
“You’re very far from the Clan Grounds, Prince Thane.” Magna spoke up, bringing the gray wolf back to reality as he returned his attention to her. “Have you not heard the Exiled Prince eats pups who stray too far from safety?” She asked, almost smiling.
 
Thane flicked his ears back and crossed his arms. “I’m not a child,” he sulked. .
 
“And yet you cower like one,” Magna noted dryly. “How curious.”
 
“My life was in danger!” Thane retorted as he finally pushed himself away from the larger wolf, only to quickly adjust his stance to hide the tent forming at the crotch of his tunic.
 
“You would’ve reformed at the Clangrounds, would you have not? Nothing but your pride wounded,” Magna crossed her arms.
 
“Still not exactly the most pleasant way to go out though, is it?” Thane winced as he watched his brother’s form rise and fall under Magna’s thick fur. [i]’Is it…?’[/i] an intrusive thought repeated his question back to him, leaving him crossing his arms and crossing his legs even tighter.
 
“It would seem you’ve had an eventful night, Prince Greymane.” Magna replied, her hand nursing her gut thoughtfully as she noted the Prince’s strange posture. “No matter, gather your sword and let's return to the camp,” she continued, squeezing her gut and causing it to let out a rumbling [i]Gllrrrn[/i], “I will make sure to have Fang in shackles when he reforms.”
 
“See to it that you do,” Thane replied firmly, his tail swishing as he tried to regain some of his lost dignity. His energy restored by pride he stomped over to Hakonsbane and gripped the hilt with both hands. He pulled it backwards, ready to hold it aloft in victory.
 
It didn’t move an inch. The grey wolf grunted, his eyes narrowing as he gave it several sharp yanks, followed by a longer, strenuous pull. Nothing seemed to work, the sword remained firmly in the ground.
 
“Something wrong, Prince?” Magna raised an eyebrow.
 
“It’s stuck,” Thane grunted, his paw slamming the side of the sword in frustration with a loud clang. He tried the pommel again, pushing back and forth to try to shimmy it out of the crack Fang had put in the ground with it. “That idiot really dug it in there, he might’ve even hit rock.”
 
“You lack the strength to pull it out,” his guardian observed, her hands rubbing the sides of her gut to draw Thane’s attention back to it. “Unlike your brother.”
 
“I’ve always been more for guile.” Thane shrugged off the criticism as he walked around the sword, his hands resting on his hips as he inspected it from each angle.
 
“Guile is a Rat Clan tactic,” Magna frowned, her hand slapping the side of her gut to cause it to wobble and disorientate the musclebound wolf inside. “A wolf leader must be strong enough to hold his own, no matter how tired from battle.”
 
“Tired… yeah, that’s probably it.” Thane breathed out as he leaned on the hilt of the sword to catch his breath. “We’ll come back for it tomorrow,”
 
“You would leave your father’s sword in the middle of a field?” Magna blinked incredulously.
 
“It’s not going anywhere.” Thane replied, giving the hilt a demonstrative tug before kicking his brother’s discarded hand axes off the dirt road. “Stupid Fang,” he grumbled.
 
“You know, the other Clans don’t have this kind of in-fighting. Even the Bandits achieved feats beyond us because you are too busy squabbling with Fang to lead us to victory.” Magna furrowed her brow, “If we are to win the throne of Armello, we must be united.” Her eyes drifted to her gut, watching as it still bounced and shook with each kick and punch from its prisoner. “He may have betrayed us in the past, but he has strength we desperately need in our ranks right now.”
 
“Betrayed us?” Thane gawked in disbelief, “He was exiled for killing our father!” The wolf prince shouted as he picked up his brother’s axe and threw it into the undergrowth.”MY father! I’d sooner side with Dragon Clan than with that Rot-addled bastard!”
 
“And yet he has survived in the wilderness, even with the ailment of the Rot.” Magna reminded him, her voice stoic and her face expressionless even in the face of the outraged prince. “He defeated you in combat… by all rights, he is the true leader of the Wolf Clan.”
 
“He’s an exile and a traitor,” Thane sneered. “I can’t believe you’re even debating taking his side, you’re supposed to be loyal to me!”
 
“I am loyal to the Clan, not to the Greymanes.” Magna reminded him, her expression darkening as she approached the smaller wolf. Thane panicked, grabbing at his sword to try to free it from the ground before finding himself pinned between it and the bulbous furry mountain of Magna’s belly. As he looked up he could just see her beyond the curve of creamy yellow fur, her eyes narrowed on his as he sank into the fat of her naked midsection. “It is a Shieldmaiden’s duty to find weakness in the leaders of the Clan…” her stomach let out a rumbling [i]grrrwrggggle[/i], a sound that ran through his body and found its mark at his crotch. “....and crush it, if necessary.”
 
The feeling came back even stronger than last time, there was no denying the effect Magna was having on him. As she put more of her weight on him his tired body couldn’t help but topple under it, sliding down until he was sitting with his back rested to his sword, smothered by the warm fur and weight of her gut. Now that he was pressed to it he could hear the sounds it made; the rumbling gurgles, the acidic gloorps and groans. Fang was there too, certainly, but he was no match for the combination of bodily noises around him. He could roar but the stomach would always roar louder; and eventually he’d be completely silenced by it, nothing but jiggling fat on a more powerful wolf’s hips.
 
Just like he would be. Thane wondered how long his shaft had been out of its sheath, throbbing and aching under his tunic as pre from its tip dampened his fur. He looked up to see if Magna had noticed, but she was stoic as always; no clues one way or the other… at least Fang had taunted him, the Shieldmaiden just stared blankly down at him, one hand idly caressing the top of her stomach while the other grasped the hilt of Hakonsbane, ensuring there was nowhere for the Wolf Prince to run.
 
“I’ve never known you to be this quiet, Thane.” She finally spoke, the slightest smile appearing in the corner of her muzzle. Oh, she knew… she [i]knew[/i] what she was doing. “It seems your sword is stuck fast. If you were to consider my offer of allowing Fang a trial to return to the Clan on a temporary basis, perhaps I could help…” her eyebrow raised knowingly, “...return it to its sheath.”
 
[i]‘I’ve never known you to be this forward, Magna.’[/i] Thane thought, but when he opened his mouth to deliver his witty retort all that came out were some mumbled sounds of agreement. The hefty wolf began to apply deeper rubs to her stomach, causing it groan and bubble in preparation for its dessert. Each rub brought Thane closer, each little noise whittling away at his resolve. “Nnh… f-f…” he panted.
 
“Fine?” Magna offered, finishing the word that hung from the smaller wolf’s muzzle. The Prince folded his ears and averted his gaze, then nodded in defeated affirmation. “I know it will be difficult to trust him again, but you have made a wise decision, Prince Greymane. His might will turn the tides of this battle for our Clan.”
 
[i]Shhnk.[/i] Thane could feel the ground moving under him, and the flat side of his blade slowly gliding up his back. He leaned forward, allowing Magna to finally remove Hakonsbane from the ground. She held it at her side, her other hand continuing to rest on her gut as she stared down at him. “Your sword, my Prince.”
 
“R-right…” Thane gulped as he laid back, the stomach spilling out over him and pinning him to the ground. “T-thank you for getting it out for me.”
 
“A task worthy of my reward, Prince Greymane,” Magna reassured him as she ran her hands over her stomach, causing it and its contents to roll over the pinned wolf beneath her. “Uniting the Clan will make us more powerful than we have been in years… and it starts…”
 
Magna’s belly lifted, allowing the cool night air to wash over Thane’s sweat-soaked fur. She reached down and grabbed his tunic, slowly dragging his face along the front of her belly before resting his head between her breasts. She was smiling now - pleasantly, gluttonously. “...with uniting the two Princes, closer than they have ever been before.”
 
It was the second time Thane had stared into a set of jaws that night, though he was already picking up on the differences. Fang’s breath had been hot and rancid, his teeth sharp like tiny daggers waiting to tear his fur from his body. Magna’s maw was relatively pleasant; her breath was warm and her pearly teeth glistened in the moonlight. Her tongue felt soft against his fur, tasting his snout as the stomach growled against his body.
 
“Let us ensure the Clan doesn’t hear about this encounter, Prince Thane… you must keep up appearances after all, how you portray yourself is how you portray the Clan.” Magna reminded him, her calm words pressing buttons he didn’t even know he had. “But we will both know the truth, won’t we? ...who is predator…“
 
“...and who…” she gripped his chainmail tight as she lifted him over the curve of her breasts.
 
“...is…” she brought him closer, her jaws parting before his face. Thane held his breath, his shaft aching for the next word.
 
“...prey…” she breathed the final word out over his face, causing Thane to let out a guilty moan as he melted in her arms. The feeling had won over the proud Wolf Prince… no, the [i]longing[/i], to experience being prey. He tried to remove his armour, but Magna shoved his head into her jaws before he could even lift his chainmail above his waist; it seemed he was going down fully clothed.
 
The walls inside were slick as he remembered them being when he had been in Fang’s throat, but he knew this time he wouldn’t be spat back out. This time he would be going all the way down, just as his brother had a moment ago. What he didn’t expect was how much faster he’d be descending; after a bulky meal of a towering Wolf warrior, Thane was a mere snack by comparison.
 
“Hfff, s-so hot…” Thane muttered, feeling the heat of the walls around him as they smeared his fur with slick drool, making it all the easier to swallow him. Each gulp Magna took dragged in more of the wolf’s athletic build. She pinned his arms to his sides for effect, but she had no doubt she could overpower the Wolf even if he [i]did[/i] try to struggle.
 
It wasn’t long before she was at his waist, his tail lifting to expose his rear to the cold winter air as she tilted her head back to allow gravity to help her swallow the noble down. She tucked his chainmail between his legs, allowing the Prince some dignity despite the circumstances. He squirmed in place, trying to get his shaft free as she took another gulp, bringing his hips into her throat, her neck bulging out with the curves of his rear.
 
She had planned to take her time when it came to his legs, allowing him to savour the moment for as long as possible. Unfortunately for her and Thane, the Wolf in her stomach had other plans. Magna almost choked as she felt Thane being pulled down her throat, leaving his legs rapidly disappearing into her maw as she struggled to keep up with swift, rapid gulps.
 
“Gah, Fang! Let go!” Thane shouted, his legs kicking as he shoved at the larger wolf.
 
“Not a chance, if I’m going down, you’re going down with me!” The wolf yelled in return as he grappled with him.
 
“You’re already down, you horse’s ass!” Thane snapped, finally getting one arm free to punch him in the chest. Fang rolled onto his left, blocking the blow with his shoulder and pulling his brother the rest of the way into the stomach at the same time. “Aah! W-wait, wait wait!” Thane yelped, his hands scrambling to find the stomach sphincter he had fallen through.
 
“URrrrraaaaaaaaaaaahhhhp!” Magna belched, causing the stomach walls to compact and shove the two wolves together, bumping their heads with enough force to stun them both. “Mmmh… my apologies, Prince.” The Wolf said, her voice muffled by the thick walls of fur and fat between them.
 
“What’re you doing in here, Thane? I thought she was on your side,” Fang grumbled, unable to do anything but talk given the tightness of the stomach and lack of space to move his arms or legs.
 
“She seems to think we’d benefit from you returning to the Clan,” Thane replied, his ears flicking back as a push from the outside world forced his face against his brother’s. “We’d need to have a trial of course, but having you on our side could give us the edge we need to win the throne.”
 
“Fah,” Fang scoffed.
 
“I thought you’d say that,” Thane rolled his eyes as he did he best to roll himself over and face away from his brother. “Still, all I had to do was try. Guess all there is to do now is wait until we run out of air then.”
 
“Well, so long as you don’t have any other plans...” Fang grunted as he finally maneuvered his hand into a position where he could menacingly grip the smaller wolf’s arm. “How about we pick up where we left off? Pretty sure it was you begging for mercy while you slid down my throat.”
 
“Mmh, that was where we left off, wasn’t it?” Thane squirmed against him, pretending to try to get away. “Nngh, to think even after all this you still want to eat me.”
 
“You didn’t really think you’d get away that easy,” Fang’s rumbling voice dropped to a threatening growl, “You’re going down, pup--”
 
Fang paused mid-sentence, the two wolves fell silent as they stared at each other, the stomach groaning around them as Magna rubbed over her gut. “...why are you hard?” he finally asked.
 
“Wh-what?!” Thane yelped in a surprise at the question. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
 
“Why are you erect?” Fang repeated in disgust as he let go of the smaller wolf and tried to push himself against the stomach wall to get away from him.
 
“Why are you touching my dick?” Thane yelled back, his hands moving to cover his crotch.
 
“Don’t try to change the subject, what could you possibly be getting off to right now?” Fang growled at him.
 
“Nothing! It just happens sometimes!” Thane tucked his tail between his legs as he tried to push himself against the opposite wall, only for Magna to push both sides and force the two wolves together again. “Ugh, would you just eat me already? There’s not a lot of room in here.”
 
“Obviously I’m not going to eat you if it turns you on, you animal! I’m your brother for Worm’s sake!” Fang growled as he tried to kick the smaller wolf, only to find the stomach was once again too tight to move his leg. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic you find a way to surprise me, you’re an embarrassment to your bloodline, Thane.”
 
“At least I didn’t get eaten first!” Thane grunted as he squirmed against the larger wolf.
 
“At least I’m not getting digested first!” Fang grunted in return as he tried to roll himself on top of the wolf, pinning him to the bottom of the stomach as its juices started to work its way through their clothing.
 
“Play nice, boys. You’re just making it worse.” Magna’s voice rumbled around them as she pushed both hands against the top of her stomach, further compacting their space until they were practically forced into each other’s arms. She had been paying attention to the conversation, or at least what little she could make of the muffled voices among the stomach noises. Though it seemed the loud gurgles and groans of digestion were beginning to overpower the brothers. If they were going to make their escape, they’d need to work together~
 
“Uurrrraaaahhhhhhhhhhhhp!” Magna belched, thumping her chest with her fist. It seemed they had failed their first test in working as a team, though it would be the first of many if the Shieldmaiden had anything to say about it. With her stomach hanging with the limp weight of the two wolves inside it she gathered up her shield, armour, and of course Hakonsbane.
 
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to work out your differences,” she muttered as she pushed the side of her gut, causing it to wobble and slosh from side to side as the wolves let out a muffled response. “It’s a four hour walk back to the Clan Grounds… and that’s not even considering the extra weight.”
 
“Mmghh..”.[i]grgrglle…[/i] one of them responded, though at that point it was a mystery as to which. It seemed both wolves were too tired to fight anymore; whether that be Fang trying to escape, or Thane trying to enjoy his time in the stomach while it lasted.
 
“I’d get comfortable if I were you,” she told them both sternly, giving one last belch before trudging back towards the mountains that housed their Clan Grounds. “And the next one of you to shout is going to be breakfast when you reform.”
 
* * *
 
It had been a long walk back to the Wolf Clan Grounds, longer still in nothing but her fur. Fortunately the extra layers of fat from the wolf brothers had been enough to endure the elements, and the guards at the Clan Grounds gates knew better than to question the Shieldmaiden’s nudity. Perhaps it was some form of endurance training, perhaps she was simply taking a tip from the Bear Clan and casting off her unwieldy armour. The important thing was if they didn’t ask, they wouldn’t have to fight her. They did take the Prince’s sword off her hands though, ‘to be delivered the moment he returns to the Clan Grounds’ as per her instructions.
 
The sun had almost risen by the time Magna reached her tent, dropping her shield and armour the moment she entered. She collapsed over her bed, landing on her front and causing a loud [i]Gllorrrp![/i] As her belly spread out either side of her. She opened her jaws and belched out some stale air; the last squabble of the brothers, at least until they reformed in the Clan Grounds. They had been fighting and arguing the whole walk back, it was a relief to finally have nothing but digestive groans coming from her stomach.
 
“I should really just take command of the Clan at this point,” Magna mumbled to herself as she heaved herself onto her side, allowing her stomach to take up half the bed as her tail hung off its edge. “I’ve proven my strength through battle, brought about a reunion that will shape the Clan’s future…” she pressed a finger into her gut, causing it to burble in response, “and now I have Royal blood… at least as far as that ‘you are what you eat’ saying goes…”
 
‘Grrrrrrn!’ ‘Gwwwwwoooorn!’
 
Magna cracked a smile at the simultaneous gurgles, one high-pitched and whiny, the other rumbling and loud. It seemed that Thane and Fang were still arguing, but perhaps at least now they were both arguing against her. She massaged her gut with both hands, helping it break down the last of their forms into chyme and nutrients for her body. She doubted she could tell the story of how she defeated both Wolf Princes in combat anyway… who would take her seriously if she did?
 
She awoke in the mid-afternoon to the sounds of lively debate in the village; it seemed that Fang had been imprisoned as planned. She would break his resolve soon, there was only so long someone with a wild heart could sit in a cage before their yearning for freedom outdid their desire for revenge. Thane, who had similarly reformed but claimed he had been defeated on a completely unrelated expedition, would be far easier to sway. All she would have to do was get him alone and press her stomach against him. It wasn’t the most noble or dignified means of ruling, but it was certainly a start towards becoming the Wolf Clan Queen.
 
There was only so long she could lay in bed and daydream about ruling the Clan though, she needed to make up for the time she had missed by sleeping in. Magna grunted as she pushed herself up, one hand resting on her fattened gut as it let out an empty groan, the last of its soupy contents sloshing audibly as she sat up. The first thing she noticed was the new pillowy breasts that rested on her paunch, now far too large for her armour to possibly fit over. “Thane…” she grumbled, squeezing her breast as she thought of the former Wolf Prince who had taken up residence on them… she’d have to thank him when she got him alone.
 
As she stood up and almost lost her balance she realised where his brother had gotten to. Her ass cheeks extended far out behind her, her thick fluffy tail lifted by the sheer volume of her expansive rear. At least by ballooning out her ass he was counterbalancing the extra weight Thane had added to her breasts… the first of many experiences working together, she hoped. Of course she needed to find a way to remove all the extra weight their ‘teamwork’ had added to her midsection; it was fat enough without adding the weight of two fully grown Wolf warriors to it. Determined to work off the weight through training she picked up her shield, feeling the might of her former meals behind her as she lifted it from the ground. It almost felt like eating them both had been a smart move, until she looked down at her armour. It was the largest set in the whole Clan Grounds, and it was still far too small to fit her now.
 
“A Bear’s wardrobe it is,” Magna sighed to herself, grabbing her biggest cloak and throwing it around her shoulders before adjusting the clasp. She had at least managed to cover most of her breasts, though there was little she could do to cover the massive form underneath the cloth, or the way her hefty rear lifted the back of it. Her shield in hand she stepped out of the tent, walking with purpose and maintaining her usual stoic expression as she searched the Clan Grounds for Thane. He and Fang would help work the fat they had added to her into muscle by sparring with her. If she was lucky, they would bond over the time spent together.
 
And if she was unlucky? ...well, the Wolf Clan could always use a new queen.
 
The End.