An Unfaithful Wife in a Cold Igloo

Grey Wolf came upon the dying caribou and looked into its eyes. It seemed to recognize its end as it coughed up a bit of blood.

"Sorry, animal friend, but the grasses are dying and I need to eat," he said with a frown as it shivered and went still.

Grey Wolf wasn't sure just how alike he and the Caribou were. Some from Vanhoover had told him that though they couldn't talk, they had as much a mind as any pony. He tried not to dwell on that memory as he pulled out the arrows and began the arduous task of hauling it onto the sled and bringing back to his freshly-made igloo.

Once back, he turned the corner in the igloo's entrance expecting to find his wife, but it was empty inside. He shrugged it off, thinking she was merely out relieving herself as he hauled the carcass onto the lower terrace to get to work. The crackle of the fire was his only companion as he got to work getting out usable meat.

After hours of the tedious work, he looked around again to find himself still alone, and a glance upward showed it was starting to get dark. He began to worry something had happened, but knew it would do no good to be without food if his wife was in need of it, and went back to butchering.

He was finally just about to finish when he heard hoofsteps in the doorway, sounding hurried.

"Grey! Good meat you've gotten. Any for me?" his wife asked with a chuckle.

Grey smiled at the light purple mare, but then pondered a moment.

"Where were you just now? I was hoping you could cook some of this while I work," he said cautiously, hoping he wasn't being too harsh.

"Oh, I was... gathering firewood!" replied Rare Flower as she played with her frosty white mane, and revealed a single branch from underneath her parka.

Grey glanced to the pile of wood opposite the fire. It was definitely not getting low.

"That's not what I told you to do, but I suppose it helps to be prepared... Can you begin making some stew?" He asked as he finally got out the last of the meat.

"Um...I'm actually rather tired, perhaps you could do it tonight?" She asked in response.

He found this quite curious, and glared. It had been a long time since he'd had to do it, and he was the only one with the strength to hunt. After a pause, he simply nodded. It was going to be a long night, but at least he'd rest well-fed with a snuggly wife.

The next day, Grey Wolf got up early, made some more stew, and as soon as his belly was full, headed out. He pondered the previous a day a bit outside, and happened to notice his wife leaving the igloo in the opposite direction. Thinking that rather strange, and began to follow far behind, using the igloo and then some bushes to stay hidden.

Just over a small hill, his wife stopped and came upon the shore of the lake. She looked around a moment, but clearly didn't spot him.

"Oh lake spirit! Bless me with the use of your cock!" she shouted over the howl of the wind.

Grey was shocked by her words...but even more by a bright white penis emerging from the waters. His wife then turned around, lowered her pants, and put her rear to the water's surface, where the penis then rubbed against her buttcheeks.

Shocked and disgusted, he turned away and trotted off, not wanting to watch the lewd display, nor be spotted. His wife was not only putting all the duties on him, but forsaking his penis for some...thing's!

In his rage, Grey plotted revenge. He went out to where he had seen a rotting carcass of an unfortunate caribou before, and took off his warm socks from his forelegs. He carefully opened up the carcass and scooped maggots within into the socks. It wasn't as many maggots as he hoped, so he searched around, and soon found what appeared to be its daughter. The poor thing had starved without its mother, but it was no time to weep, as he again got to work. However, that too wasn't enough. He spent the rest of the day finding various dead animals to scoop maggots from.

With the socks full, he headed back to the igloo. He made sure to hide them under some spare pieces of wood, then went inside.

"How was the hunting trip?" asked a cheerful Rare Flower.

He pointed with each hoof to the other.

"Not well, my socks slid off running from a bear!" He lied.

"Oh you poor thing! I'll make you some before sunset!" Rare said as she got out her sewing equipment.

He eyed her curiously, noticing her unusual smile, especially for being told such a thing, and how she seemed to not sew very quickly.

"Thank you. I'll just tend to the fire," he said as he sat down.

Sure enough, it needed quite a bit of tending.

Within a few hours, with the socks half-sewn, Rare had gone to bed. So that was a lie too, and she must've exhausted herself at the lake. Grey reluctantly snuggled up with her, but knew this would likely be for the last time.

He got up as early as he could, just before dawn, and snuck out to the water's edge where she had gone the previous day. He did his best to mimic her voice.

"Lake spirit! Bless me with your cock!" He shouted, keeping it short so whatever spirit or creature this was wouldn't easily be able to tell.

When the hideous white organ emerged, he immediately got out his knife. With a few quick slices back and forth, he severed it, and snickered as he ran back, hearing wailing of whatever was below the water.

In the igloo, he found his wife sound asleep. He brought in his socks, then hurriedly began preparing a stew. One bowl of caribou for him, one bowl of gourmet lake dick for her.

"Mmm...what's that delicious smell?" Rare asked as she stirred awake.

"Oh, some stew I made for you, since you've been so tired lately!" He said, hoofing her the bowl as he sipped from his own.

Rare smiled and began sipping at it, then bit down on a bit of the penis.

"Mmm! This is the best stew I've had in ages! What's in it?" She asked with a look of contentment.

"The dick of that thing you've been fucking in the lake," he replied casually.

Rare nearly spat out her soup, looked at him, then shoveled down as much as she could and burped.

"Well, uh...no wonder it was so meaty and thick!" She joked.

He wasn't taking this humor to defuse it, he was committed now, and so he set down his stew and glared daggers at her in response, then held up his knife.

"What do you fear more? This knife, or some maggots?" he asked, gesturing to a sock with a maggot managing to worm its way out.

Rare glanced between the two with a look of dread, and let out one short audible spurt of gas. Not uncommon for her.

"U-um...the knife? I'll eat some maggots if that's what you want me to do!" She said with a gulp.

He grinned and opened up the socks with the knife, creating a large nearly-square area of maggots for her.

"Take a seat, my dear," he ordered.

She came over and carefully squatted, shaking.

He put the knife to her pants below her parka, and carefully began cutting as she stared in horror. Soon, he freed a long flap, allowing only her rear holes to be exposed to the cold air. She shivered.

"I said sit. Or would you rather have your head, body, and guts in different places?" He asked with a low, disturbing chuckle.

She nodded and slowly lowered herself, sputtering out several farts and beginning to make crying noises as her rear touched the maggots.

Her fear made him giggle a little, and he stared as she slowly became ever more uncomfortable. When she began to lift herself off, he put his knife to her neck and she didn't try again. Soon after, he could smell urine, and see a small puddle around the maggots in front of her.

He wondered how long it would take for the maggots to do anything of consequence, or even if they would, but soon her eyes went wide. She began to breathe heavily as a maggot, and then several more, slipped out her mouth. She began to cry as her eyes crossed, then fell forward.

He watched in morbid fascination as her body began spasming and she struggled to breathe. She soon passed out, and then stopped breathing. The maggots had eaten out her insides!

He smiled, but then pouted as he realized he'd now be alone. Only now did the reality of killing her set in as he stared at her frozen expression. He tried not to cry, but soon succumbed, if only for a few moments, before reassuring himself that it was necessary and wiping away the tears. Still, he realized it would be a long time before he could find a new wife in such an empty land, and he'd miss Rare Flower greatly.