The gigantic wolfess' muzzle displays exactly the last expression you want it to: one of pure, unadulterated hate. Frozen in fear, you can do nothing as the anthro lifts you up by the front of your t-shirt.
"What do we have here, hm? Are you lost, human? No matter, you'll be useful to us."
Her voice is deep and powerful, and it fills you with a sense of dread you cannot remember feeling before. The wolf drags you to the edge of the crater, though her arm muscles seem to be straining farm more than they should be to keep you aloft. The silver sphere seems to have a rectangular piece missing from it, somehow - presumably, that was the section that began to retract earlier.
As the wolf begins to descend into the crater, you come to your senses, and attempt to pry her paw off your t-shirt. Your attempts, however, are met with a close-up view of her glistening teeth and a bone-chilling growl. Once again stunned into submission, you screw your eyes shut, as if it could help you avoid the bizarre reality of your situation.
You are dragged inside the silver sphere, and the wolfess talks once more - but not to you.
"Clover, I found a human. We're leaving, for now."
Opening your eyes, you are greeted by the inside of the sphere, which is a mainly empty done with two seats similar in material to the sphere itself, arranged one in front of the other. Both seats are large enough to hold a being of the wolfess' size - and one of them is occupied.
An anthro canary, seemingly even larger than the wolf, is sat in the back chair. She is dressed in bright pink jumpsuit that, like the wolf's, seems to be doing a poor job of containing her huge mammaries. Her bright blue eyes seem to pierce into your soul, even as she fidgets, readjusting a large pink bow tied to the back of her head.
"We're leaving a-already? But we've been her f-for such a short time!" Clover complains, her voice quavering slightly as she peeks over the seat in front of her to look at you.
"Yes, we're leaving! When we've gotten all the use we can out of this one, we'll go and find another one. Now, restrain him for me so I can pilot this thing."
The wolf thrusts you at Clover, who seems momentarily stunned. The canary quickly picks you up, however, and positions you on her lap before wrapping her arms tightly around you, both ensuring that there is no escape and forcing your head right in between her massive mounds. Blushing deeply, you can't stop yourself from trembling slightly.
Clover's beak gently bumps the back of your head.
"Don't worry, little one. I- I'm sure it'll all be over s-soon."
Truth be told, you're not exactly sure if everything that is happening is even real or not - there was a distinct possibility that you'd fallen asleep while stargazing.
A holographic interface surrounds the wolf's chair, and the only exit, the area of the sphere that had receded, closes up as she types rapidly. It seems that there really is no escape - if this is even real.
"Clover, hold him completely still. I'm administering the sedative."
Clover's arms tighten immensely, locking you in place despite your sudden squirming. A panel on the back of the chair in front of you opens up, and a minute dart-like object shoots out, sticking into you.
Despite your efforts, you can feel yourself being overcome by whatever chemicals you have been exposed to, and you quickly fall into a deep, dreamless sleep...
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