Lucky for you, the local zoo is only a 10 minute bike ride from your house. You should definitely find some inspiration there!
Putting on your helmet and backpack full of "research supplies", you drive the familiar route to the Central Zoo through the rather empty streets. The sky is getting red, the buildings' shadows are long and the street lamps are starting to come on by the time you arrive. You chain your bike to a nearby fence and approach the ticket booth.
Instead of a zoo employee greeting you, a sign saying "Sorry! We're closed" is the only thing you see. You are heartbroken: everything seems to be working against you. Head hanging in despair, you decide to walk back towards where you had chained your bike, when an idea comes to mind. A very clever idea that, if it works, will surely get you the highest mark in class.
You get onto your bike and quickly follow the high fence that runs around the perimeter of the zoo. From a previous field trip you had taken to the zoo, you know that there is one place where the barbed wire that's on top of the fence is removed and a narrow ladder had been installed should a zookeeper need to make an emergency escape from the wolf enclosure. You soon find this exact spot and your heart beats in excitement. You pull out a flashlight from your heavy backpack and climb up the ladder, brushing away the harmless ivy that had grown on the rungs. You reach the top and, throwing caution to the wind, jump down. The fall was a short one and you land on something soft. Something a little too soft.
In the darkness under you, you see feel the rising of a large furred mass: no doubt, the largest wolf you have ever had the chance to meet. You quickly get off of it saying, half to yourself "Oh god...sorry sorry!". In the panic of the moment, you run: the leafy darkness expands in every direction, but one clearing in the forest next to a cave (lighted by a flood-lamp) is brighter than the rest and that is where you soon find yourself, albeit face to the ground. From behind, the wolf that you had so rudely interrupted the sleep of is now paws on top of you.
You manage to turn yourself around, heaving the backpack from underneath you and placing it to the side, and face the wolf. His heavy front paws still pin you to the ground and his black nose (taking up much of your field-of-view from being so close up) rhythmically breathes stale wolfish breath in your face. Except for his dark green eyes and black lips, nose and paws, you see he is completely white: an arctic wolf no doubt.
"Um...hello there." You speak to the wolf, half in hopes it might keep him from ripping you to shreds, "Don't eat me, huh? I'm only here because I need to research umm...something about wolves...I guess."
The white wolf cocks his large white head slightly; the gentle rustling of his fur is barely audible. He parts his lips, with a crackling of fresh saliva, and slowly begins to lick your face: his tongue is hot and wet and covers you from chin to forehead in just one lick. Maybe this wolf is friendly after all and means you no harm...at least being soaked-to-the-bone in saliva beats being chewed-to-the-bone.
"Uh...good...boy?" you manage to say between his mighty licks. Gradually the licks decrease in intensity and the large white wolf slowly gets up, off you. He keeps his dazzling green eyes on you and slowly turns around. His beautiful tail ends, between his legs, in a whisp of grey. You are in awe of his large round wolf butt -- even bigger than his head! There is something very appealing to you about this, as you feel an erection swelling in between your thighs. You loosen your belt.
Then the big white wolf slowly moves his tail; you could've sworn you saw the wolf smile as he did so. Up goes his white tail and reveals what was hidden from worldly view all this time: a large fleshy black anus, and "large" would indeed be a word to describe it for it was nearly 6 meaty inches from rim to rim. You puzzle for a moment over how much a wolf had to eat to require an anus of this size to expel his prey's remains (or perhaps what had stretched it to such a size going in). The bluish light of the waxing moon shines off the slick bulging anus as you toss away your trepidations and near closer to his butt til you are literally "cheek"-to-cheek. The zippy smell of the wolf's mighty back hole, not unpleasant, increases in strength as your erection also increases in girth. You suddenly remember how the wolf bowel system is a potential essay topic, and you are certain that no one else is about to have as much experience in the topic as you are.
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