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(Not)Woolly Wolf

It's hard to be a grimm, Alexander knows this firsthand... In fact, the most simple and easy story with a bunch of jokes and without a drop of meaning. There are also many references to a variety of topics. To all haters of Communism, Russians and the like, please do not read this fanfiction. There are too many jokes on these topics, even the main goal of the hero is connected with communism. The fanfiction is purely for entertainment, please don't overreact to it.

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Chapter 18

To be honest, it was about the fact that Salem might show up that I somehow forgot. You know, all these problems with the state all the time, after hibernation and the desire to become stronger to protect everyone and everything, and then bam! And I missed everything. And we're fucked. Full and without turning. I understand that I am a powerful wolf, and my paws are incredibly strong, but it is difficult to go against the immortal Salem.

I didn't dare to attack first, maybe I could take her down the first time with a surprise attack, but then what? She will reappear from a puddle of her blood, you can't kill such creatures. But Salem herself had a smug expression on her face, not in a hurry to say anything. You bitch, you sly ass, she understands that, in principle, we can't do anything.

I was not afraid to die, this fear basically disappeared as soon as I found myself in this carcass, I was afraid of what would happen to all these people. After all, in the end, I became a real deity for them, someone who will protect from any danger and will not bend under anyone. And here is such a dilemma, a world-class woman came here, let her start pumping her rights now.

Well, more precisely, she should have, but she stands, looks, and is silent. But a couple of minutes ago she was pouring a nightingale about me and about the fact that she had been following me from the very beginning. And now he's staring at me blankly with his arms folded across his chest. I don't like it, I really don't like it. If she hadn't been Salem, I would have attacked first, and there would have been no problems, but here it's better to analyze everything, I can fuck her up in a couple of seconds.

According to the cartoon, she also seemed to be a magician, and fuck knows what she actually owns in the end. Will she still have a cooler car than me? In general, I was standing, my wolves were standing next to me, but no one dared to move. I, because I thought my wolves, because I didn't give them an order, and Salem... fuck knows. I've never understood women's logic at all. People... most likely, too, were waiting for my order.

So, why are we silent, I can't understand?

— Are we going to fight, neRRRR? — for the first time, I felt awkward before tearing someone's throat out. Damn, I didn't know I'd become so cynical! Although, if I were different, I wouldn't have built what I have now.

—Hmm,— was all she said. What the fuck is going on?! — I'm more surprised why you didn't rush into battle.

— Too big GERRRRRRRRR, — if there is our fight, then everyone will burn. I won't be able to protect the city, because she's a magician, and they have attacks on the square, so we either need to take her as far away from the city as possible, or... try to talk her out. As for the latter, I don't know in my heart how to do it. I can talk like that, but it comes out in monosyllables. Which is good, in principle, otherwise if I talked incessantly, I would have fucked everyone up a long time ago.

— Victims? Do you care about the victims? Salem asked in an interested voice.

— I don't give a shit why you came, I don't care what you're planning, but we're going to fight where the peaceful population doesn't suffer, or do you have no humanity left at all, eh, Salemrrr? — I built everything for them so that each of them could live a free life! And I will fight for every meter of our land, I don't care who stands up against me, I'll tear apart God himself!

— Hmph, if they are so important to you, then let's move to neutral territory — that's another conversation!

— If I die, then promise me that you won't destroy me! — fuck me, I won't survive this fight, but my legacy will live on! After all, there is Mark, he can become an alpha after my death, stand at the helm, and lead everyone in the right direction. He can handle it, I know.

"Okay, I promise," she said, and then turned her back on me and waved her hand invitingly.

— RRRAAR! I shouted at my friends to stay put and not follow me. And then, with his powerful paws, he moved after Salem. So to speak, if you can't escape from the pussies, then you should at least give a high-quality rebuff! I hope it's high-quality. And then the fuck knows, suddenly I won't even be able to move my paw, as she will fuck with lightning across the square, frying me to a crisp. I hope that I eventually became strong enough to regenerate like Wolverine! It will definitely help me.

As a result, we moved away from the city and in general, from my population, far enough, and came out on the plain. Another plain, because we were walking like west... or north? Well, bleat, depending on what you consider the direction. In general, my logic has been going for a long time, in the cartoon Salem seemed to be quite bloodthirsty and she didn't care about losses, as well as similar requests. It's strange... although, in the original world, I don't remember this shit about evolution.

She walked in silence and thoughtfully, which gave rise to some strange thoughts. I feel like on a first date, where a girl analyzed all your actions and words that you said earlier and now she's walking through the park with you and thinking about throwing you into a friend zone or starting a relationship. Who knows why I have such associations in my head. And he laughed a little at such thoughts.

In general, scribe, what a strange world, why didn't she attack right away, why didn't she immediately send a billion grimms against us, but came herself? To amuse your ego or to take control of me? Well, the first one almost immediately failed, just like the second one. Eh... either, there is an incomprehensible female logic here, or the world has gone a little crazy! And it's not my fault at all! I went a cuckoo later.

— Is this distance enough? She smiled with the corners of her lips, turning to me. She's strange, the original is nervously smoking on the sidelines... although who said that I got into the original world? Suddenly it's some kind of parallel world where everything is different... yeah, totally fucked up. Although... not at all.

"DaRRRRR," I nodded with my muzzle. Damn, I don't want to fight a humanoid at all. After all, she used to be a human being, and even now she doesn't look like a universal evil. Otherwise, she would have sent a grimm to destroy everything and everything, and I don't think I could protect everyone right now.

But the time for reasoning and reflection is over. All that remains is to prove your determination and try to kill the immortal being. Am I a wolf or who?

— RRRRRRRRAAA! — with a roar that rang for many kilometers, I rushed at Salem.

She didn't even move when an almost half-ton machine with the most dangerous claws almost jumped on her. I tried to pin her down with my weight, but the queen just grabbed my claw with her hand, and I hovered tensely over her head. Can this bitch easily hold my weight with one hand? How powerful is she?

The blow with the second hand was stopped as well as the first. Her smirk was already starting to piss me off.

What do you say to that, bitch? I twisted around and hit her in the chest with my paws. At least that's what it seemed to me. Her silhouette was blurred when the claws on her hind legs were supposed to rip open Salem's ribs. Where did she go? Lifting my head up to the burning

sun, I saw her right above me.

— The puppy! It didn't sound as angry as it could have, but it was offset by the force of the blow with which she kicked me into the ground. — You can flounder, but nothing will interfere with my plans.

Venting her annoyance at me, Salem stamped her heel on my muzzle, which had already almost gone half into the clay soil. The pressure is like from a hydraulic press, how painful it is!

— FUCK OFF! — gathering my strength and calling fire on my right paw, I tried to hit her in the side, but she dodged.

In any case, the most important thing in this maneuver was that she jumped off me, which I did not fail to take advantage of, quickly jumping on all fours.

— Did I teach my kids to swear? Salem clicked, then materialized right in front of me and hit me right in the face.

My carcass flew, knocking down trees, my head, which had not yet recovered from the previous blow, almost split, but I still held on. My eyes swam a little, and my paws began to tremble. BITCH, WE NEED TO GET READY!

A moment later, I was dodging a red ray that ripped through the landscape like an annihilator cannon. My front left paw was also dealt with, now hanging from the side like a stump.

— Come here and accept your fate for the good of the world! — Salem's tone was truly royal, such steel and authority, I probably will never achieve.

"For the good of your Myrrh?" Never! — the blood, or the slurry that replaces it for me, has stopped flowing out, so regeneration has already started, this is good.

There were fifty meters between us, I need to be able to get close to her. Assuming the sprinter's starting position as best I could, I took off, tearing up clods of turf that soared into the air. The distance was shortened instantly. But it didn't seem to bother Salem, who was confident that she could stop any attack from me.

I pretended to attack with my remaining intact paw, but at the last moment I rushed and grabbed her with all my limbs, after which I bit into her shoulder with my teeth.

— And what are you trying to achieve with this? You can't beat me! "Queen Grimm didn't seem to care about the body being ripped open by my teeth.

But, it wasn't my main attack, just a way to keep her close. I strained my body and released all the undigested fiery dust onto the surface of my skin, which began to break out of my body in crystals and rip open the Salem with sharp edges.

— Fuck off! — I growled, breaking off the crystals with a sharp movement of my torso and starting a chain reaction.

A powerful explosion sounded all over the neighborhood, our bloody bodies were thrown in different directions by broken dolls. Looks like I was able to get it after all.

— It's useless! — lying in agony, I saw this bitch getting up with broken limbs. that they are being set before her eyes, and the burned parts of the flesh are peeling off and replaced with black goo, which then turns into overgrown parts of her body. "You've only hurt yourself with this, you fool!

— K-ha! — Unexpectedly for her, similar metamorphoses were happening to me, only a little slower. Even my missing hand has already returned to its place. — While you were being sarcastic, I drank your blood, which also gave me regeneration! If I can't beat you, then we'll fight forever! THIS IS MY INFALLIBILITY! ATTACK!!!

The blood of the ancestress gave me strength, and it seems even more honor. If I can't defeat her now, then I just need to fight for so long that I evolve into something that can defeat her during this time, because grimm adapt to environmental conditions. What would it be like for her to be defeated by her own weapon? A bloodthirsty grin involuntarily appeared on my face.

— Pathetic puppy... - it seems Salem was angry, really angry. My ass feels boo-boo.

And she didn't let me down, I managed to jump aside, dodging the wall of chaotic magic that was expanding, moving away from the ancient magic, absorbing and destroying the landscape. The hills with the forest behind me ceased to exist, as if someone had dug with a giant shovel and thrown a piece of land into the abyss.

— You can only destroy! I am a creator! — I was furious at such

an outrage on my territories.

— The creator? You are my creation, and you will obey me like everyone else! — Salem bit her left palm, then sprinkled blood on the ground with a wave of her hand.

A grimm began to appear from every drop of blood. Beowulfs, Urses, Desstalkers. Dozens, hundreds. And they immediately attacked me.

I can easily handle such a small thing, but not in such quantities. The first creatures were torn apart by their claws when they began to arrive too quickly, I did not hesitate to tear them apart with my fangs, but soon this was not enough. The Black Sea.

The sea of mindless rage, capable of destroying the city without difficulty, began to plunge me into its depths. I was surrounded from all sides, and my world began to be a black mass from which I had to get out. Gradually, from the deliberate destruction of the enemy, everything turned into a mindless, furious orgy.

How long have I been here? Time has lost its course. I tear up another grimm, but two more take its place. It seems that even my claws were dulled by the bone growths of the desstalkers that pierced me with their stings every second. It was like being shoved into a blender, my whole flesh was full of cuts and dissections. The black ichor mixed with what I was spilling abundantly from my enemies, and it seemed to have already flooded me up to the very throat.

How, how do I get out? I have already spent the fiery ashes on the explosion. Should I use another one? The icy one will just wrap me in his arms, the gravitational one will flatten us all into a single mass... The air, how hard it is to breathe, although grimm, it seems you don't need to breathe... Something thoughts went wrong. Although, the air, for sure!

I began to build up crystals of air dust on my stomach, assuming the fetal position. Yes, bite and beat me, defenseless bastards, but you will not be able to prematurely detonate the ashes that will allow me to get out of the trap.

It has become almost impossible to endure the pain, it seems that they will soon gnaw through my back, but there is still a little bit left. We need to be patient.

When the pain became unbearable, I managed to crystallize the right amount of dust, and I straightened up with the rest of my strength. An unsuccessful, or maybe successful, blow to Ursa's stomach started a reaction. The air dust began to crack, tear apart, turning into its original form.

An air explosion, as if from a tank car overflowing with pressure, scattered the creatures, which together with themselves tore off pieces of my body, which they clung to with all their might. But I didn't care anymore. I finally saw the sky, finally freedom!

— RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA! — I shouted with joy. But it was short-lived.

— What a cheeky puppy. — Salem was already standing on top of me. And, swinging, she punched my chest with her hand. — You'll know your place.

Did I say that the pain was unbearable? I was wrong.

But even so, my determination and my stubbornness won't let me die. Once again, straining the last resources of my body, I grabbed my hand with my left paw and strained my chest, squeezing it as if in a vice, and with my right I hit the elbow with all my strength, tearing the joint with my claws.

Queen Grimm screamed and recoiled from me, it seems even she can feel pain, especially from such a barbaric amputation.

It was necessary to take advantage of the moment. Pulling Salem's limb out of myself, I began to chew it quickly and swallow it, absorbing a much more nutritious substance than ordinary grimm. The wounds were healing before my eyes, and it seems that I even gained strength. That's what makes the flesh of the "mother" life-giving.

When I got back on my paws, Salem had already regrown her lost arm and we were ready for a new stage of confrontation.

— Do you think you've outplayed me? My opponent smiled sadistically. "Do you really think you could hurt me without my permission?"

— What's the difference? — The ass sensed a setup again, and I started looking for it around. No new creatures began to appear from the blood that flowed from her wound, so that's not the point.

"The more you consume my flesh, the easier it is for me to take control of you!"

After these words, I felt it. It was as if a hammer had struck my mind, and I, reflexively, knelt in front of the lady. An unknown force was clutching my Self in its hands, trying to flatten it and destroy it. My claws scratched my head, trying to get to the brain and throw off these phantom limbs, but even though I knew that this would not help, I had no other thoughts on how to get rid of this torment.

Think! Think! Think! Especially now, when it hurts the most. She doesn't want me to think, so I have to do the exact opposite! If I can't defend myself, then I need to attack! She said that I absorbed her flesh, and it became easier for her to control me. I can also subordinate the grimm, will this rule be true in my case?

Overcoming myself, I got up and trudged towards Salem.

— Hoo, puppy, have you decided to resist? And in what way? My gaze blurred in agony, but her visible silhouette was enough for me.

When I got close to her, I stood up on my hind legs. Queen Grimm looked at me with interest, like a cat playing with a mouse. She doesn't believe that I can do anything, because victory is already in her hands. I'm going to prove this bitch wrong!

To attack her mind, I need to feed her some of my flesh. But which one exactly? Preferably one that I don't need in battle, I don't want to spend extra strength on regeneration. And of these, the choice is small. Well, let's see how you eat it!

I grabbed her head with my paws on both sides and with a quick movement impaled her throat on my penis. Let him eat it, nothing, a new one will grow. Salem didn't expect such bullshit, and even weakened her effect on my mind.

Do I need her to consume the maximum amount of my flesh? No problem, I'll fill it to the brim! My hands began to quickly move her head back and forth, causing smacking sounds from the stretched throat of this bitch. Not that I was a quick-shooter, but centuries of abstinence took their toll, I filled her stomach with my dark seed, so much so that even her nose flowed.

At some point, when I was almost ready for the second volley, I felt my teeth clenching on my friend, and although this was my plan, the male part of me automatically pushed the salem away from my nature. Her appearance was peculiar, leaking mascara (where did she even come from, at a time like this?) and the viscous mass flowing out of the nose and mouth. Shock and awe, that's what I felt in her. She couldn't speak with her torn throat, but she didn't seem to have time for words right now.

For the next couple of seconds, only heavy sighs could be heard, as well as wild gulps. Damn, it looks like she liked it! Well, or she's trying not to suffocate in my semen. That's what a hundred years of abstinence does!

— Y-you... — her eyes sparkled very strangely, it looks like she was able to restore her throat. And I liked it, however… Taking one last look at me, she soared into the air and literally disappeared.