The war of Lupe and Artella

The battle between wolf and human raged on, turning into a war that no side had experienced before. And in all that time, Lupe was learning and evolving, growing stronger and wiser, making decisions and using tactics that Artella and her army never thought possible from them.

The wolves suffered many losses, and the humans with equal numbers lost. Although, Artella was resilient, able to build walls and enact defences using fire against the wolves. Artella’s greatest weapon would soon be her downfall.

Lupe watched from the shadows as Artella wielded fire, the one thing that hindered the wolves from completely dominating the humanoids in battle. Lupe wanted to know how to wield this weapon for himself, to use it against Artella.

With every battle that Lupe won, he learned more, and changed more, his paws gradually gaining more dexterity, and holding things he couldn’t before. He was able to stand on two legs for longer, and spoke more words than ever before.

Then, Lupe did it. He learned how to harness fire. Now the humans would be no match for him and his pack.

He used what he learned to create fire, the torch in his opposable paw burned brightly, the heat radiating off it and warming his face. Lupe used this weapon against the humans, lighting the villages ablaze and brining them to ash. He used fire to attack his enemies, burning the humans and securing victory in his battles.

Artella was stunned that Lupe had learned how to wield fire, and in a **** move, used all her weapons at her disposals against the wolves.

Both Lupe and Artella used fire against each other, in an epic battle that waged for days. The war continued at the peak of a large mountain, where the moon could be easily seen. This was the capital of Artella’s army, her most secure safeguard against the wolves. Lupe brought the fight to her home ground, wanting to decimate what she had left.

During this battle, the sky fell, falling rocks crashing into the lands. A particularly large and unstoppable **** collided at Artella’s strongest line of defence, all but destroying the greatest bastion of humanity’s hope to splinters.

Artella was distraught at the destruction of this village, leaving a crater so large it altered the mountain.

Artella lost her composure, recklessly using fire to attack the wolves, and Lupe did the same, taking enjoyment at the destruction that was being created. Everything the humans had built or accomplished, was becoming ash and cinders.

The fires blazed so large and so fiercely, it was fabled that they would never extinguish. Artella sensing how much destruction would be instilled, ordered her remaining forces to retreat. She stayed behind, wanting to face against Lupe on her own, as if she had something to prove.

Lupe and Artella fought relentlessly against one another, both showing their prowess and skill in warfare. But ultimately, Lupe had grown too experienced, and assorted too well. His affinity with learning and evolving from battle had made him a **** to be reckoned with. Lupe was stronger, faster and now an overall better warrior than Artella.

The war between wolves and humans was bloody, and too many lives were lost. The world had almost tipped over the brink of annihilation, the final battle was at the peak of a mountain that could almost reach the moon. A fire burned with no efforts of ever stopping around Lupe and Artella. Both warriors fought with each other, Lupe now fighting on two legs, and able to hold a torch in one of his paws.

Lupe had fought so flawlessly at this point, that Artella’s armour and sword had been rendered useless. His attacks were too strong, his claws too sharp. The only weapon that Artella had now was a burning torch in her hand.

She thrusted what she had left at Lupe, a last ditch effort to win. Lupe knocked the torch out of her hand with ease, sending the torch to join the rest of the ever burning great fire.

Lupe threw his head back and laughed without moving his jaw.

“You see now Artella! I have bested you!”

“As long there is still breath in my body, I will fight!” Artella screamed.

“Yes, you may keep fighting me! But you will fall! And after, I will search and root out every humanoid and slay them!”

Artella came to the realisation that Lupe was speaking the truth, Lupe would kill every humanoid after killing her.

“No! You can’t!” She yelled at him, still defiant.

Her sword was broken in her hand, her armour was in pieces, only her gambeson was intact, hugging tightly on her body. The heat of the fire was making her sweat, the scorched earth around her was a reminder of her failure.

“I do not care for your pleas! Only that I have defeated you! And now I will claim what is mine!”

“What do you mean monster?” Artella asked with confusion.

That was when Artella noticed it, a large phallus engorged from the furred sheath at the crotch of Lupe. The size of it was immense, with it being red in colour, with a tapered tip, and a swollen knot at the base.

“I will claim you, Artella! I will make you my bitch!”