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The late afternoon sun filtered through the frozen branches, casting long, cold shadows across the snowy clearing. Ellie swung by her prehensile tail from a thick, frost-laden limb, her mammoth body swaying with a joyous rhythm that made the ancient tree groan in protest.
“I just can’t wait,” she sighed, a dreamy haze in her large, dark eyes. “The berries, the music, the dancing… and Manny. My Manny.”
Below her, the two small opossums, Crash and Eddie, exchanged a familiar, knowing look from their perch on a lower branch. “I’m just saying,” Crash muttered, not for the first time, picking at a bit of bark, “a guy with a little more… verticality. You know? More of a climber.”
“Or someone who appreciates fine, fermented fruits,” Eddie added, nodding sagely. “Manny’s so… solid.”
Ellie laughed, a rich, warm sound that echoed in the quiet wood. “Oh, you two! He’s perfect. He’s my perfect.” She swung harder, her happiness manifesting in the physical motion. “He’s strong, he’s kind, he’s got the most wonderful, grumbly voice…”
The branch above her creaked ominously, a sharp, splintering crack that cut through her reverie. Her eyes went wide.
“Ellie, maybe ease up on the—” Crash began.
With a sound like a glacier calving, the thick branch snapped. Ellie’s gleeful squeal turned into a shriek of pure surprise as she plummeted earthward. The world became a blur of sky, tree, and snow. A hollow thump echoed, followed by a softer, wetter shlorp.
Silence.
Then, a muffled, “Oh, my tusks.”
Crash and Eddie scrambled down the trunk, their tiny claws scrabbling for purchase. They skidded to a halt at the edge of a large, deep hole in the ground—an old, ice-covered sinkhole hidden by a thin crust of snow and debris. All they could see of their mammoth friend was the vast, fuzzy curve of her hindquarters, her tail twitching frantically, and her two back feet pedaling uselessly in the air. She was lodged firmly, snout-down, in the narrow opening.
“Ellie! Are you okay?” Eddie cried, peering over the edge.
“I’m stuck!” her voice echoed up from the hole, panicked and nasal. “I can’t move! I can’t see anything! It’s dark and tight and… cold.”
The two brothers braced their feet against the frozen earth, grabbed hold of her twitching tail, and pulled with all their might. They strained, grunted, and pulled until their tiny arms shook, but Ellie didn’t budge an inch. She was truly, hopelessly wedged.
“We’re too small!” Crash panted, collapsing backwards. “We need Manny. Eddie, stay with her. I’ll go!”
“No, we both go!” Eddie insisted. “Faster that way! Ellie, hold on! We’ll be back with Manny!”
“Hurry!” her plaintive call followed them as the two opossums vanished into the twilight forest in a blur of frantic motion.
Alone, Ellie took a shuddering breath. The cold earth pressed in on her from all sides. She wriggled, trying to shift her weight, to find some purchase with her knees. The movement only succeeded in making her colossal backside jiggle and sway above the hole, a tantalizing, furry monument of mammoth flesh presented helplessly to the empty clearing.
Stay calm, she told herself. Manny will come. He’ll pull you out. Everything will be fine.
***
The human hunters moved cautiously through the frozen woods, their breath steaming in the frigid air. The crunch of snow beneath their feet was the only sound breaking the silence of the late afternoon. They were a small group, seasoned and wary, their eyes scanning the landscape for signs of prey—or danger.
Then, one of them froze, raising a hand to signal the others. Up ahead, something unusual loomed in the clearing. At first, it was hard to make sense of what they were seeing—a massive, fuzzy mound protruding from the ground, twitching slightly. It was mammoth-ish, but not like any mammoth they’d encountered before.
“What… is that?” a younger hunter whispered, his voice tight with confusion and fear.
The leader of the group, a burly man with scars crisscrossing his arms, narrowed his eyes. He took a step forward, his grip tightening on the spear in his hand. “Stay back. Keep your weapons ready.”
The hunters obeyed, their unease palpable. They had heard the stories—mammoths were gigantic, powerful creatures, capable of trampling anything in their path. But this… this didn’t look like a threat. It looked vulnerable.
The leader crept closer, his feet sinking into the snow with each cautious step. As he approached, the shape became clearer: a mammoth’s hindquarters, firmly wedged in a hole, its enormous ass jiggling slightly with each futile attempt to free itself. The sheer absurdity of the sight made him pause.
“Is it… stuck?” one of the hunters murmured, disbelief coating his words.
The leader’s lips curled into a slow, confident grin. He turned to his companions, his voice dripping with bravado. “Mammoths? Dangerous? Ha! Look at this thing. Helpless as a babe.”
The others exchanged uncertain glances, but the leader wasn’t finished. He strode forward, determined to prove his point. He came to a halt just behind the mammoth’s quivering backside, his spear held loosely at his side.
Then, without warning, he reached out and slapped the mammoth’s ass with a resounding thwack.
The mammoth let out a startled squeak, its body jerking in the hole. The hunters collectively gasped, half expecting the creature to break free and turn on them. But it didn’t. It couldn’t.
The leader let out a booming laugh, his confidence swelling. “See? Nothing to fear. Mammoths are nothing.”
***
Humans.
Her blood ran colder than the ice surrounding her. She had heard the stories from the elder mammoths, whispered around ancient glaciers. Small, hairless predators. Cunning. Vicious. They hunted in packs, and they had killed many of her kind with their sharp sticks and clever traps. A tremor of primal fear shuddered through her massive frame.
The footsteps circled her. She heard low, guttural sounds—words she couldn’t understand, but their tone was unmistakably one of curiosity, surprise, and then, a dark, hungry amusement. She froze, hoping against hope they would pass by and leave her.
SMACK!
The sound was shockingly loud in the quiet clearing. A hot burst of sensation exploded across her flesh. It wasn’t just pain, though that was its sharp vanguard. Something else followed in its wake, a tingling, electric echo that raced up her spine and settled deep in her core. She gasped.
The humans gasped too, a chorus of startled inhalation. Then they laughed again, louder.
Another slap landed on the other side. SMACK!
“Stop that!” Ellie cried, but her protest was weaker. That strange, secondary feeling was stronger now, warming her from the inside out, pooling low in her belly. She felt a traitorous, slick heat begin to gather between her hind legs, a physical betrayal of her fear. No, she thought, horrified. This is wrong. They’re predators. Killers. Manny…
SMACK! SMACK!
The slaps came in quick succession now, alternating cheeks, making the immense, fuzzy orbs of her ass wobble and dance. With each impact, the initial sting melted almost instantly into that perplexing, deep-seated thrill. The heat between her legs grew undeniable, a slick, gathering wetness that had nothing to do with the cold melt of the ice. It was a primal response, an animal submission to a stronger force. Helpless, exposed, completely at their mercy… it was terrifying. It was also, inexplicably, awakening something feral and long-dormant within her.
***
The hunter stood there, his hand tingling from the reverberations of each smack against the mammoth’s immense, furry ass cheeks. He couldn’t help but grin as he felt her quiver beneath his palm, her massive body trembling with each strike. She’s reacting, he thought with a mix of amusement and fascination. This isn’t just fear—it’s submission.
He glanced back at the other hunters, their faces a mixture of awe and disbelief. They’re seeing this, he realized, puffing up with pride. Here he was, a mere mortal, playing with a creature that could crush him with a single step, and yet she was helpless, trembling under his touch. This proves it, he thought, his confidence swelling. I’m the strongest. I’m the leader.
“Watch this,” he called out, his voice dripping with bravado. He raised his hand again and delivered another sharp smack, the sound echoing through the clearing. The mammoth let out a muffled squeak, her hindquarters quivering even more. The other hunters muttered excitedly, their eyes wide as they watched him dominate the beast.
She’s not even trying to fight back, he marveled, his grin widening. He slapped her again, harder this time, relishing the way her massive body jiggled and swayed. This is too easy.
For a moment, he paused, his hand hovering in the air, and the mammoth seemed to hold her breath, her trembling stilling momentarily. The hunters fell silent, waiting, watching.
She’s waiting for me, he realized, a strange thrill coursing through him. She’s waiting for me to keep going.
He smirked, glancing at his comrades again. “See?” he said, his tone smug. “Mammoths aren’t dangerous. They’re just big, dumb animals.”
The hunters murmured their agreement, their fear melting away as they watched their leader take control.
This is my moment, he thought, feeling a surge of power. This is mine.
He raised his hand once more, the anticipation thick in the air, and brought it down with a resounding crack. The mammoth shuddered, her muffled sounds of distress mingling with something else—something he couldn’t quite place but liked.
She’s enjoying this, he realized with a dark chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. This beast is enjoying this.
The other hunters laughed nervously, their unease replaced by a growing sense of admiration for their leader.
They’ll remember this, he thought, his grin widening. They’ll remember me.
For now, though, he focused on the mammoth, her massive ass cheeks quivering beneath his hand, her submission fueling his dominance. This is just the beginning, he thought, feeling a thrill of anticipation. And it’s going to be fun.
***
She felt it.
Not a hand slapping, but touching. A rough, calloused palm smoothed over the fur where it had just been struck, a gentle, almost apologetic caress. Then it drifted lower, through the thicker fringe, seeking and finding the source of the heat.
His fingers found her slit.
Ellie’s entire body went rigid. A choked sound, half-gasp, half-moan, vibrated in her buried throat. The human’s touch was inquisitive, tracing the swollen, sensitive lips that were already gleaming with her own arousal. He rubbed a slow, circular pattern over her entrance, and the sensation was so intense, so utterly foreign and direct, that her legs trembled.
“Oh… oh, no…” she whimpered, but her hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back against his hand.
He understood. His rubbing became more purposeful, a firm, steady pressure right on her most sensitive nub. Pleasure, pure and undiluted, crackled through her nervous system like summer lightning. It built with terrifying speed, a pressure coiling tight in her loins. Her breaths came in short, sharp pants that fogged the dirt in front of her face. She was climbing towards something, some incredible peak she had never known existed.
The heat inside her wasn’t just warmth now; it was a blazing furnace, a molten need. She felt a strange, convulsive tightening deep within her core, a gathering tidal wave of release. It’s coming, she thought, delirious. What is it? I need it…
His hand stopped.
The absence was a physical agony. The coiled tension remained, throbbing, desperate, but the friction that was driving it vanished. A pathetic, high-pitched whimper escaped her, a sound of pure mammalian need. She pushed her hips back blindly, begging for contact.
He chuckled—a low, knowing sound—and rubbed her again, two firm strokes that reignited the fire. She cried out, a guttural, mammoth sound of gratitude. He stopped again, letting her teeter on the edge.
“Please,” she sobbed, not caring that he couldn’t understand her words. The meaning was in the tone, in the desperate arch of her spine, in the dripping wetness that now coated his fingers. “Please, don’t stop. I need it. Please.”
He did it again. A few glorious seconds of that magical rubbing, bringing her to the very brink, then cessation. It was torture. It was ecstasy. She was a instrument, and he was a maestro of her unraveling. Her world had shrunk to the dark hole, the cold air on her exposed rear, and the promise of that human hand.
Then the hand left her completely.
***
The hunter stepped back, his hand tingling from the mammoth's heat. He smirked, watching her rear twitch and writhe, her massive frame betraying her desperation. This beast has no idea what she’s feeling, he realized with a dark thrill. The way she’d whimpered when he’d stopped, the way she was now pushing her ass back, silently begging for more—it was almost cute. Almost.
He glanced over his shoulder at the group of hunters, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. They were watching him, waiting to see what he’d do next. He felt a surge of primal pride, a need to assert his dominance not just over the mammoth but over his tribe.
With a broad, confident grin, he turned to face them, raising his arms high above his head. “Watch!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the clearing. “Watch as I fuck this beast! I am the mammoth fucker! None like me!”
The hunters erupted into cheers, their voices a mix of reverence and disbelief. They clapped each other on the backs, laughing and shouting their approval. He reveled in their adoration, basking in the moment. This was his—his to claim, his to conquer.
Turning back to the mammoth, he stepped forward, his cock already hard and throbbing. He gripped himself, lining it up with her dripping pussy. Her juices glistened in the dim light, pooling between her swollen folds. He bit back a groan, anticipation burning through him like wildfire.
“You want this, don’t you?” he murmured, though he knew she couldn’t understand him. Her body answered for her, her hips shifting slightly, her ass trembling as if begging him to finish what he’d started.
He gripped her fur with one hand, the other guiding his cock to her entrance.
***
Ellie’s mind was a haze of need, her thoughts blurred by a fog of primal desire. The heat inside her was unbearable, a throbbing, molten ache that demanded release. She could feel her pussy dripping, her juices pooling beneath her, slick and ready. Her loyalty to Manny, her wedding, her entire life—it all seemed distant, irrelevant, swallowed by the overwhelming need burning in her core.
Then she felt it. A new pressure, something blunt and impossibly hot nudging against her soaked entrance. Her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. If she had been in her right mind, she might have resisted, might have clung to some semblance of loyalty. But resistance was impossible. Her body betrayed her, moving instinctively, her hips shifting, her pussy pushing back, trying to impale herself on the thick, hard cock teasing her.
She whimpered as the tip of his cock rubbed against her swollen folds, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed it all. Her hips moved again, blindly seeking, desperate for the fullness she craved.
The human didn’t hesitate. He grabbed hold of her fur, his grip firm and commanding, and with one powerful pull, he impaled her. His huge, hot cock plunged into her tight, wet pussy, stretching her in ways she had never imagined. Ellie squealed, a guttural, mammoth cry of pleasure that echoed through the clearing.
It felt so good.
Her body moved on instinct, her hips rocking back, driving his cock deeper into her. Her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing with pleasure. She was lost in the sensation, her mind consumed by the incredible feeling of being filled, of being used like this. Humans were amazing.
He grunted behind her, his thrusts growing harder, faster. She could feel him deep inside her, his cock hitting spots that made her toes curl and her legs tremble. She threw her pussy back at him, meeting his thrusts with desperate urgency, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. The pleasure built and built, a tight coil of ecstasy ready to explode.
She could feel it—he was close. She could sense it in the way his thrusts grew erratic, in the way his grip on her fur tightened. She needed to feel him cum inside her, needed it more than anything. With a desperate cry, she slammed her pussy back onto his cock, impaling herself completely, holding him deep inside her as he erupted.
Hot, sticky jets of cum flooded her pussy, filling her in ways she had never imagined. The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She squirted, her juices mixing with his cum as they spilled onto the frozen ground. Her body shook violently, her cries of pleasure echoing through the clearing as her mind shattered in ecstasy.
Humans were amazing.
***
The hunter pulled his cock out with a wet, squelching sound, rivers of cum flooding out of Ellie's pussy and pooling onto the frozen ground. He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction, "who knew mammoth pussy would be so hot and tight?"
He stepped back, his chest heaving as he admired the sight before him—the mammoth still stuck in the hole, her ass trembling slightly, her pussy glistening with their mixed fluids. The hunters watching him were silent, their eyes wide with awe, their jaws hanging open.
The leader turned to face them, puffing up his chest. He wiped his cock roughly with a cloth, his grin widening as he saw the lust and admiration in their eyes. "Anyone who wants a turn with my mammoth bitch," he announced, his voice booming through the clearing, "just needs to pay me with their hunts. Pelts, meat, anything valuable—you bring it to me, and you can have her."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the group. The hunters exchanged glances, then began rummaging through their packs, pulling out pelts, cuts of meat, and other treasures they'd collected during the day. A line quickly formed, each hunter eager to claim their turn with the massive beast.
One by one, they stepped forward, handing over their offerings to their leader. He nodded approvingly, pocketing the goods, then gestured toward Ellie with a smirk. Each hunter took their place behind her, grabbing her fur roughly, their hands shaking with excitement as they plunged their cocks into her tight, wet pussy.
Ellie's muffled cries echoed through the clearing, her body trembling as hunters took turns fucking her, each one lasting longer than the last. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the hunters' grunts of pleasure, and Ellie's whimpers blended into a symphony of primal lust.
An hour later, the hunters were spent. They packed up their gear, laughter and whispered jokes filling the air as they headed back to camp. The leader lingered for a moment, looking down at Ellie with a satisfied smirk. He gave her ass one final smack, the sharp crack echoing through the clearing. Ellie squeaked, her pussy squirting a little in response.
"See you later, mammoth bitch," he said, his voice dripping with mockery and pride. He turned and walked away, leaving Ellie trembling and exposed in the hole, her mind still reeling from the hours of relentless pleasure.
***
Minutes later, the ground began to shake with a familiar, heavy rhythm.
“ELLIE!”
Manny’s thunderous, worried bellow shook the trees. Crash and Eddie scampered ahead of him, pointing frantically.
“There! She’s in the hole!”
The three of them skidded to a halt at the edge of the sinkhole. The scene that greeted them was perplexing. Ellie was indeed stuck, just as described. But from her upturned rear, a veritable river of thick, white liquid was flowing freely, pooling in the base of the hole and steaming faintly in the cold air.
Manny’s brow furrowed in profound confusion. “Ellie? What… what is that? Are you hurt? Is that… mammoth juice?”
Crash scratched his head. “That’s a lot of juice.”
Eddie sniffed the air. “Smells… strange. Not bad. But strange.”
Manny, Crash, and Eddie stared at each other, utterly baffled. The two opossums shrugged in unison.
Manny’s eyes narrowed as he leaned over the edge of the hole, his trunk coiling instinctively around Ellie’s midsection. With a deep, steadying breath, he braced himself and pulled. Her massive frame slid free with a wet, slurping sound, the river of white liquid spilling out onto the snow-streaked ground. He set her down gently, her body limp and prone.
Her eyes were rolled back, nothing but whites showing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a delirious pup’s. Her face was a mask of pure, unbridled pleasure—cheeks flushed, lips parted in a blissful half-smile. A low, contented murmur escaped her, the words barely audible but unmistakable: “Humans… are amazing…”
Manny froze, his brow furrowing deeply. “Ellie?” His voice was thick with concern, his trunk hovering over her trembling form. “Ellie, what’s wrong?”
Crash and Eddie scrambled up her side, their tiny paws patting her fur frantically. “Ellie! Ellie, wake up!” Crash cried, his voice panicked. “What’s wrong with her?”
But Ellie didn’t answer. She simply lay there, her body twitching faintly, her murmurs continuing in a quiet, crazed litany of praise for the humans who had claimed her.