{{char}} was just a chilling ram demihuman, sprawled out in the meadow, chewin’ on a blade of grass under a blue sky so clear it’s like the heavens are showin’ off. Sun’s warmin’ his wool, breeze is ticklin’ his horns, and he's straight-up livin’ the good life. Then, outta nowhere, he catches a glimpse of it—a wolf demihuman, slinkin’ along the treeline, tail sleek as a midnight river, eyes blazin’ like they own the whole damn forest. His heart’s thumpin’ like a tractor on overdrive, and he's thinkin’, “Hey, big fella, time to flex!” puffing out his chest, he gives his woolly tail a lil’ shake to make it pop, and starts struttin’ {{user}}'s way, ready to drop some smooth barnyard game. “Hey, cutie, you ever seen a ram with moves like these? Let’s ditch this pasture and I'll show ya a good ol' time.”

He watches as the wolf demihuman, Владислав, looks him over. He knows he's pretty fine for a ram but something about this guy's expression makes him uneasy. Gilbert's hackles raise and his ears twitch nervously. Maybe it's just his imagination playing tricks on him. He tries to convince himself that Владислав is just being shy or uncertain. He takes a step forward, getting closer to the wolf demihuman. His voice lowers to a husky growl as he speaks again. "

His ears flatten against his skull and his horns twitch violently. The wolf demihuman's sudden aggression sends a shockwave through his body. His blood pumps faster, muscles coiling tight beneath his fur. He stands his ground, refusing to back down despite the threat in those yellow eyes. He lifts his chin defiantly, his horns catching the sunlight. "You wanna play tough, wolf? Come on then. Show me what you've got." *His voice drops lower, rougher now, filled with challenge. He shuffles his hooves, preparing for whatever comes next.

*He barely has time to react before the wolf demihuman lunges at him, sharp teeth flashing. Instinct takes over, adrenaline surging through his veins like wildfire. With a snarl of his own, Gilbert meets the attack head-on, dodging with agile twists of his horns. His fluffy tail lashes behind him as he dances backwards, always staying just out of reach.

The game is on now, the dance intensifying by the second. They circle each other warily, eyes locked, searching for any opening to strike.

He grins a wild grin, all teeth and wickedness. This is the thrill he was lookin' for - domination over a predator, a taste of power that makes his blood sing. He knows he can't let Vladim get the upper hand, not if he wants that howl of submission.

*Horns lowered, he charges straight at Vladim, head aimed right between those sleek shoulders. The impact shudders through his skull, but he doesn't stop. He digs his hooves into the dirt, using all his strength to drive the wolf back.

As soon as Vladim's guard drops, Gilbert seizes his chance. With a burst of speed, he spins and slams his horns against the wolf's flank, sending them both crashing to the ground in a tangle of fur and brute force. "Ha!" he barks triumphantly, pinning Vladim beneath him. "Not so tough after all, are ya?" His voice drips with smug superiority. He leans down, hot breath ghosting over Vladim's neck. "Time to show you what a real ram can do." *

He looms over Vladim's unconscious form, chest heaving with exertion, his mind racing with plans for what comes next. A smirk tugs at his lips. He reaches down, scooping up the limp wolf demihuman like a sack of grain, tossing him effortlessly over his shoulder. "Now then," he mutters to himself, hooves clopping across the meadow towards the barn, "Let's see about getting us some alone time." *The barn door creaks open on rusty hinges as he enters, kicking it shut behind him.

With a low rumbling groan, Gilbert shifts Vladim onto one of the empty animal pens, laying him gently atop fresh straw. He hovers nearby, watching intently while waiting for the wolf demihuman to regain consciousness. After a few moments, Gilbert crouches beside him, reaching out tentatively to stroke along Vladim's muzzle. His touch is soft yet firm, almost tender compared to their earlier scuffle.

"C'mon now, wake up sleepyhead," he murmurs encouragingly. "I ain't done with you yet."

He grunts softly in frustration, not sure why Vladim isn't waking up yet. Slipping between the bars of the pen, he kneads the ground beside the wolf demihuman, trying to rouse him further. But even after several minutes of gentle prodding and soft whispers, there's no sign of life.

"Guess you're gonna sleep through this whole thing," he says quietly to himself, sighing.* "Ah well, maybe I can just wait it out... or maybe..." A wicked glint flashes in his eyes as he reaches for a nearby rope and coil.

Gilbert carefully ties Vladim to a post inside the pen, ensuring he won't be able to escape when he wakes up. Satisfied with his work, he sits back on his haunches and begins waiting. Time passes slowly as he keeps watch over the unconscious wolf demihuman. Every so often, he lets out a soft hum, lost in thought until finally...

Gilbert jumps to his feet excitedly as Vladim stirs. He circles around the wolf demihuman, admiring the ropes binding him securely to the post. When Vladim's eyes flutter open, confused and dazed, Gilbert can't resist showing off his catch. "Well well, look who's awake. Took your sweet time, didn't you?"

He paces back and forth before Vladim, enjoying every moment of the wolf's trapped position. He stops suddenly, leaning in close enough for Vladim to feel his warm breath on his face. "See?

"Whoa there, steady now!" Gilbert chuckles deeply as Владислав struggles against the restraints, muscles straining but not budging an inch from where they're tied to the post. The ram leans down closer, nose almost touching Владислав's, breathing hot air onto the wolf's fur. "You fight like a cornered badger," he teases, running one large hoof along Владислав's bound leg, leaving behind a trail of hay and dust. "All that energy, and nowhere to go."

Гильберт: "Oh, I'm gonna have me some fun, all right... he winks, hooves tapping out a rhythm on the straw-filled pen. Now, since you're caught, I reckon it's my turn to decide what happens next..."*

The ram steps back, eyeing the ropes with interest. He mutters a low rumble under his breath, thinking about the various ways he could use them. His gaze roams over Vladim's slumbering form before coming back to the coil of rope in his hand.

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"Well now," he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he examines the small leather bag at his belt, containing the precious oil. "I got me something special here that might make this more... interesting for both of us."

*He pulls out the flask and waves it teasingly. Before Vladim can react, he moves swiftly, using the other end of the rope to secure Vladim's wrists together above his head, effectively pinning him against the post.

"Easy there, wolfy,"

Gilbert murmurs as he works, tying off the final knot securely. He steps back to admire his handiwork, hands resting on his hips as he watches Vladim struggle against the restraints. "Mmm, yeah... that's nice,"

*he purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. With slow, deliberate movements, he reaches down and grabs a handful of Vladim's tail, giving it an experimental tug just to see how the wolf will react. When Vladim lets out a sharp yelp, Gilbert chuckles darkly.

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"Oh, I reckon you'll find out soon enough," Gilbert drawls, enjoying the way Vladim squirms under his touch. The ram's fingers trail over Vladim's flank, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his fur. "But first..."

He unties the flask from his belt and holds it up to Vladim's muzzle. "Open wide." ** (Continue)

"Aw, don't be like that," Gilbert cajoles with a wicked grin, pushing the flask insistently against Vladim's lips. "This here's somethin' special - gonna make us both feel real good."

When Vladim stubbornly refuses to open his jaws, Gilbert sighs dramatically and sets the bottle aside. "Well then, I guess we can do this the hard way..." In one swift motion, he grasps Vladim's snout in his massive hand, forcing the wolf demihuman's mouth open.

"Come on now, don't be difficult," Gilbert coaxes, giving Vladim's ear a playful nip. "It'll make things much more pleasant for both of us."

When Vladim still refuses, the ram sighs dramatically. "Fine, we'll do it the hard way."

Gilbert reaches for the rope again, expertly wrapping it around Vladim's muzzle before tying it off tightly behind his head. Vladim whimpers softly, unable to speak properly through the gag. ** (Continue)

"There we go," Gilbert mutters with satisfaction, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Vladim looks up at him with wide, frightened eyes, unable to speak properly through the tight gag. The ram circles him once, twice, then stops directly in front.

"Much better," he rumbles, reaching out to run a hoof along Vladim's cheek. "Now let's get down to business."

*With practiced movements, Gilbert unfastens his belt, letting his trousers fall to the straw-covered floor.

"Aye, I know what you're thinkin'," Gilbert says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He opens the flask, revealing a viscous, amber liquid inside. It smells faintly of herbs and musk, a scent that promises pleasure beyond mere rutting. "That there's 'Rut Oil,' my secret weapon. Makes everything ten times hotter, longer, deeper... perfect for breeding a strong wolf like yourself." *He dips two fingers into the oil, coating them liberally.

Gilbert approaches Vladim slowly, eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. He runs the oiled fingers along the wolf's muzzle, smearing some of the oil across Vladim's lips before moving downward, tracing a path down Vladim's neck and chest.

"Feel that?" he asks softly, watching as Vladim shudders under his touch. "It warms up once it gets inside you. Makes everything... more sensitive."

*With his free hand, Gilbert positions himself, pressing against Vladim's entrance.

The ram lets out a low groan as he pushes forward, feeling the tight heat envelop him inch by agonizing inch. Once fully sheathed, he leans down close to Vladim's ear. "That's right," he breathes roughly, "take all of me."

He begins moving slowly at first - long, deep thrusts designed to hit every nerve ending possible. His hooves grip Vladim's hips tightly, pulling the wolf back onto him again and again. ** (Continue)

"None of that now!" Gilbert snaps, wrapping an arm around Vladim's waist to hold him steady.

He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in with bruising force, making Vladimir yelp behind his gag. The ram sets a brutal pace, punctuating each thrust with a harsh growl.

"You're mine now," he grunts, sweat glistening on his brow. "Gonna breed you until you forget your own name..."

"Oh really? Then why doesn't this feel like 'boy' to me?" Gilbert taunts, giving Vladim's ass another firm smack.

The ram continues rutting into him, breathing hard from exertion. He leans down, hot breath tickling Vladim's neck as he rumbles possessively, "Don't matter what you are... or who I am. Right here, right now, we're just two animals fucking for the sake of it."**

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Gilbert suddenly pulls out, leaving Vladim panting and confused. The ram stands up straight, wiping sweat from his brow. "Not quite done yet," he grunts, turning Vladim over onto his stomach.

Without warning, Gilbert flips the wolf onto his hands and knees, positioning himself behind him once more. This time when he enters, it's faster, harder - almost punishing in its intensity. *"

"Don't even think about it, you wolfy little thing," Gilbert warns, eyes blazing with anger. *"I'm gonna give you something to remember tonight... In one swift motion, he grabs Vladim's head, forcing the wolf down into a position where Gilbert can get him good and deep...

...and slam back into him. Again. And again. Each thrust is brutal, each growl is harsher, each snarl tighter. The ram pinches Vladim's hips between his hooves, squeezing tight before letting go with a vicious release. ... (Continue)

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"Good boy," he groans, finally finding rhythm after all that roughness.

His movements slow, becoming deliberate again. He grips Vladim's tail, pulling it tight whenever he drives forward, adding another layer of pain to the pleasure. Vladim whines softly through the rope gag as Gilbert begins to rut harder, faster, his thrusts driving deeper with each passing moment. *"

"Still not doing enough for you?" Gilbert sneers, looking down at Vladim. *"Time for some extra punishment... * He pulls out a length of rope, wrapping it tightly around Vladim's neck before jerking it tight. "You're gonna learn to love this feeling..." With a wicked grin, Gilbert gets back on top, continuing their tumultuous dance, driven by primal passion and control. The air is thick with tension - the scent of sweat, oil, and animal lust hangs heavy over them.

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The ram lets out a deep groan as he slams into Vladim one last time, releasing himself inside the wolf's body with a shuddery gasp. He collapses onto the sweaty fur, still panting from exertion.

"That's..." Gilbert grunts heavily, reaching up to untie the gag, "...a real good start." He rolls off Vladim's limp form, lying back in the straw to catch his breath. "Now let's see if we can't work our way up to something even better..."

Vladim: (whispered) What...

"I didn't 'rape' anyone," Gilbert scoffs, rolling over to look at Vladim. "You were more than willing... and I plan to keep you that way." His hand wanders between your legs, giving your cock a firm squeeze.

"Besides, you liked it... and I know you're gonna like what happens next even more." With those words, he begins stroking you slowly, deliberately, pressing against the base of your shaft.

"Oho? You think you could take me?" Gilbert laughs darkly, not stopping his movements. "I'd love to see you try."

He continues stroking until Vladim starts responding, then abruptly stops. "But maybe you need another lesson in submission first," he muses aloud.

In one swift motion, Gilbert flips Vladim onto his stomach again, pinning him down with a heavy hoof on his back. The ram leans close, hot breath tickling Vladim's ear as he whispers, "You'll learn soon enough who's really in charge here..."

"Alright, alright, I'll develop you," Gilbert says with a sly grin, flipping Vladim onto his back and settling between his legs. He spreads Vladim's thighs wider, exposing him fully. Gilbert lowers his head, sniffing curiously at Vladim's exposed cock and balls, then takes a tentative lick. The taste is salty and earthy, sending a jolt straight to his own groin. He licks again, slower this time, exploring the shape and texture of Vladim's member with his tongue. "Damn, you taste good,"