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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (14) by Patcher
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#14 of A Stranger in Suburbia This is ridiculous. - **[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150731) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1153355)** **Have a seat and take your time to fill out the form.** It's not like
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[
"Corgi-weasel",
"Interactive story",
"Prologue",
"Strangeness"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152175-a-stranger-in-suburbia-an-interactive-story-prologue-14
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**[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150731) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1153355)**
**Have a seat and take your time to fill out the form.**
It's not like you have anything better to do today than going through this scroll, except for maybe getting that job.
**Study scroll.**
You study the scroll and review the relevant parts.
\_ **Student Information** \_
* *Name: ??? (You don't know this yet.)*
* *Date of birth: ??? (You don't know this either.)*
* *Species: Corgi...weasel? (You're not sure.)*
* *Gender: Male. (You're sure about this.)*
* *Occupation: ...*
* *Address: ??? (This is going to be a long day.)*
* *Phone number: ...*
* *Contact in Case of Emergency:*
* *Benefactor (Optional):*
* *Familiar (Optional):*
***Personal information. (Optional)***
* *Preferred method of transportation:*
* \_Favourite food: \_
* *Favourite musician:*
* *Hobbies:*
* *First crush:*
* *First love:*
(Just... why?)
* *Sexuality:*
(... they weren't joking about it being personal.)
* *Relationship Status:*
\_ **Arcane arts.** \_
*Below, write which school(s) of study you wish to attend.*
*List your natural proficiencies (optional):*
\_ **Ars Magica Academy offers the following schools of study.** \_
*Abjuration;*
* *Countermagic*
* *Protective Magic, Barriers and Shields*
*Alchemy;*
* *Healing Balms, Remedies and Cures*
* *Herbology*
* *Potions, Poisons and Antidotes*
*Animus (Restricted);*
* *Soul Manipulation (Forbidden)*
* *Soul Study*
*Arcane Discipline;*
* *Mana Management*
*Arcane History;*
* *Abjuration (History)*
* *Alchemy (History)*
* *Animus (History)*
* *Arcana Through the Ages (History)*
* *Arcane Artistry Through the Ages (History)*
* *Charms (History)*
* *Daemonology (History)*
* *Divination (History)*
* *Druidism (History)*
* *Duelling (History)*
* *Eidolons (History)*
* *Elemental Mastery (History)*
* *Fate (History)*
* *Goetia (History)*
* *Healing (History)*
* *Life (History)*
* *Magical Creatures (History)*
* *Matter (History)*
* *Mana (History)*
* *Mind (History)*
* *Necromancy (History)*
* *Primordial (History)*
* *Runic Language (History)*
* *Shamanism (History)*
* *Shapeshifting (History)*
* *Space (History)*
* *Spirit (History)*
* *Summoning (History)*
* *Time (History)*
* *Totems (History)*
* *Transfiguration (History)*
\_Arcane Artistry; \_
* *Dance*
* *Music*
* *Oratory*
* *Poetry*
* *Prose*
* *Song*
*Astronomy;*
*Basic Instrument Proficiencies;*
*Basic Weapon Proficiencies;*
* *Archery*
* *Axes*
* *Cards*
* *Hammers*
* *Maces*
* *Runic Orbs*
* *Sash & Scarves*
* *Shields*
* *Spears*
* *Staves*
* *Swordsmanship*
* *Tomes*
* *Totems*
* *Whips*
*Charms;*
* *Boons*
* *Conjurations*
* *Concealment*
* *Curses*
* *Hexes*
* *Jinxes*
* *Memory*
*Daemonology (Restricted);*
*Duelling;*
*Elemental Masteries;*
* *Aeromancy*
* *Cryomancy*
* *Electromancy*
* *Geomancy*
* *Hydromancy*
* *Lithomancy*
* *Photomancy*
* *Pyromancy*
* *Sciomancy*
\_Fate (Restricted); \_
*Goetia (Restricted);*
*Languages;*
* *Ancient Draconic*
* *Greek*
* *Latin*
* *Rhetoric*
* *Runic*
*Life;*
* *Healing*
* *Nature*
*Magical Creatures;*
*Matter;*
* *Gases*
* *Liquids*
* *Precious Metals*
*Mind;*
* *Astral Projection*
* *Psychic Reprogramming (Forbidden);*
* *Telepathy*
*Necromancy (Forbidden);*
*Primordial;*
* *Aether*
* *Hallows*
* *Ley Lines*
* *Telekinesis*
*Shapeshifting;*
* *Bestial*
* *Elemental*
* *Mimicry*
*Space;*
* *Apportation*
* *Scrying*
* *Teleportation*
*Spirit;*
* *Eidolons*
* *Totems*
*Summoning (Restricted);*
* *Daemons (Restricted)*
* *Elementals (Restricted)*
* *Eidolons*
* *Spectres (Restricted)*
*Time;*
* *Divination*
* *Precognition*
* *Postcognition*
*Transfiguration;*
* *Conjuration*
* *Switching*
* *Transformation*
* *Vanishing*
*Schools that are Restricted require explicit approval from the current Headmaster or Headmistress.*
*Schools that are Forbidden are not eligible for application.*
\_ **Explain why you wish to attend Ars Magica Academy.** \_
\_ \**Signature: \** \_
*What will you write?*
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**HOW TO PLAY**
Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown male Corgi-weasel protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions.
Story will advance in two days or when enough responses have been garnered.
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The Freedom From Stream's End (Prologue) by WriterHubris
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#1 of A Strange Journey The beginning prologue to a story that follows a young man to a new world, a new existence... After of course he does something that few has the courage to do and even fewer has the willpower to follow through with. - "Look, all he's doing is trying to control you. That's why
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[
"Depression",
"Drugs",
"Male",
"Story",
"Story Series",
"Suicide"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150121-the-freedom-from-stream-s-end-prologue
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"Look, all he's doing is trying to control you. That's why he took over when you get your Oxy and Fentanyl. You can't let him do this to you, you're his parents, not the other way around." Hearing that I couldn't help but to sigh, whispering to myself in my room. "I can hear you, you fucking bitch... My parents asked me to do it cause so much of it came short..." I can't really say that though, it's not like it'll be believed by them thanks to her.
Looking at my laptop's screen, I start to sigh as my fingers hover over the keyboard. Before me is my last will and testament as well as the note I want my parents to read. It took me an oddly short time to write it, yet even as I stare at it, I wonder if I said too much or not enough. Finally though, I save it and set it aside as I close my eyes. Just outside my room, in the living room I can hear her starting into her promises and lies again. All the while I can feel the walls of my tiny six foot by six foot room grow smaller as my heart grows all the colder.
It wasn't always like this though, I remember my parent's love even now. Even as I listen to them agree with her assessments of me, and fall further into the pit she's made. It was a happier time, a pleasant time, though it was filled with hardships as well. At least back then though, I never believed that they truly stopped loving me. Even as I reminisce, my heart just continues to grow colder and further toward the dead lands.
Finally pulling myself out of my memories, I am just in time to hear her telling mom that she saw me hurt her when she was in a spell. The insinuation, the audacity to say that! I quiver, my eyes almost bloodshot as I want nothing more than to storm forward and beat her throat till her eyes fade of that deceitful light! No, I can't... I want to, but I can't. All it would do is validate what she wants them to believe, that I'm violent and that I'd hurt them... Hurt my parents.
Why can't they see? I stand up, pacing my small room, my mind in shambles. She's lying so much, so obviously, even a child would be able to see through it! Yet they eat it up, and continue to do so! They believe everything she says and lets her manipulate them, even as she steals their medication they do so almost gladly! RAAAAAAH!! I want to scream, but I stuff it down, down into the depths of my soul.
Finally, I look to a box... A cellphone box, a cellphone I had for a good many years. It was missing now, along with other things. When I tried to get treated for my depression, it was taken along with other things and only a small portion was returned. But the box is there, and I pull it off the shelf. Opening up the box, I remove the little cardboard bit that once held that wonderful phone and look at the bottom. There, sitting right there, is my salvation.
I reach out, carefully, I pry the razor blade off from another like it and put the box back where I had it. All the while, in my hand is the tool to salvation. It's sharpened edge managed to nick me, even as I was careful with it, that sharpness just settling in my hand and yet it cut me slightly. The pain stings, but with it comes the calming of the waters of my soul.
I won't leave my room for this, the door is closed and they're far too busy. By the time they even realize it, she'll have long left, at least an hour or so. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself and as I do my eyes become dim. My soul tugs, anxious in it's escape from the restricting cage that prevents our freedom from reality.
Sliding down to sit on the floor. I make sure my position makes it hard for someone to see if they just make a cursory check. I want to make sure there's no chance of them finding me before I'm freed, so I had set up my bed to look as if I was sleeping on it. Meanwhile I was in my closing, only big enough to sit in cross-legged but it would be enough. With the razor in my hands, I close my eyes one more time to settle my quickened heart rate, my heavy breathing.
It's a quick movement, the blade's razor edge slices so easily it's surprising how quick it is. Even more so, how little it actually hurts. The cut is so clean, so quick, that my mind doesn't have time to know it's been hurt before it's done. I don't slice across my arm, but down. Following the length of my blood vessel I make sure it's far too open so blood flows easier.
Quickly I move the razor to the hand that I had sliced open, I have to work fast and do it. The hand is trembling though, I'm trembling. Excitement, euphoria! I haven't felt these things in too long, and as they return I remember that I once had these emotions... But now they are the moment's passing. I slash down my arm once again, opening up my other arm's blood vessel. At this point I'm trembling too much so I drop the blade into my lap and let my arms rest in my lap. Blood flowing, sliding down my arms and connecting to my legs to follow further down to the floor.
The carpet is staining now, I can see it even though I don't feel much different yet... Wait, no, I do feel something... Is it regret? Looking back on my life, I had such a good family, such wonderful parents... But that was the past, can a person regret a past that they enjoyed? Then what is it that I regret? Perhaps it's that I didn't free my parents of that witch's claws.
I can feel it now, my breathing is haggard and difficult, but I am crying as well. Crying because I love my parents, because I wanted to make something out of my life. I open my mouth to cry out, yet nothing comes out. Even as my eyes grow cloudy with tears and I feel how much potential I had slowly draining out, I refuse to call out... I chose this path. It doesn't help my tears to clear up, but it does give me a strange sense... My body screams for regret, yet my soul only grows more calm as I accept what I chose to do.
Blackness, I can't hear either, it's like everything is shutting down, trying to focus on keeping my soul caged up just a little bit longer. But it's worthless, no ambulance will come to save me. Thanks to her having their full attention, by the time they discover that I'm dead it'll be too late. My soul can't help but to laugh, to quiver as excitement charges through it's form.
Finally, I can feel it, that last second, that final moment's passing... I'm free...
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Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Eighteen by ThisAdamGuy
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#20 of Amber Silverblood: Silverpack Amber's been given a special mission: get medicine from Dr. Munse before Kimberly dies from her fever. Amber's not feeling too hot herself, though, and Beckie's still running around loose out there somewhere. PLEASE NOTE: This is the second book in the
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[
"Action",
"Adventure",
"Bear",
"Betrayal",
"Demon",
"Fantasy",
"Ghoul",
"Giant",
"Hyena",
"Romance",
"Suspense",
"Transformation",
"Warlock",
"Werewolf",
"wizard"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145731-amber-silverblood-silverpack-chapter-eighteen
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Chapter Eighteen
\_ \_
*Take a step,* I thought *You can do it. Now another. Now another.*
The road was rising in a steady incline, but I could see the lights of town just over the next hill. I had almost made it.
A powerful wind ripped through the forest, shaking the trees and nearly throwing me off my feet. I paused for a few seconds to shield my face from the blast of frozen air, but it didn't do much good. My hands, feet, and face were all numb. My coat may have been thick, but it could only do so much in these conditions.
I had been hiking for more than three hours, according to my watch, although it was getting a little hard to read it through the layer of ice that had formed over it. Three hours of hiking through snow that came up past my knees, with the wind doing its best to blow me straight to Oz. Fresh snow wasn't falling, but the way the wind kicked it up made it feel like I was in the middle of a blizzard. Was this still Majestic's doing? I was going to tear Ed's face off next time I saw him. Or Dex's, or Victor's. I wasn't feeling particularly picky right then.
All I felt was really, really freaking cold.
The wind blew again, making the trees on my left shake, and I flinched at the sound and spun to look. Nothing. I took a few calming breaths, and continued on my way. Since the moment I stepped out the door, I'd been jumping at shadows and flinching at any sound louder than my own breathing. I wanted to tell myself I was being paranoid, but how could I after what had happened the other night? Stark had promised me that Becky wouldn't do anything if I stayed on the road, but what if he was wrong? She could be in any of those shadows, waiting, biding her time, getting ready to pounce...
*No!* I scolded myself. I couldn't let my fear get the best of me. I was almost to town. It was too late to turn back now. If I could just get to those lights, I'd be in the clear. Alone or not, that oversized hyena wouldn't dare try anything where people might see her. Just keep putting one foot... in front of... the other...
My head began to spin, and in my dizziness I almost fell face first in the snow.
"Oh no," I groaned. "Not again."
I knew I should stop and wait for the dizzy spell to pass, but I forced myself to keep going. I hadn't been lying when I'd told Mom and Stark that I was feeling better, but the longer I hiked and the more the weather took its toll, the more obvious it was getting that my fever hadn't gone away completely. Leaving the house had been a mistake, but it wasn't like I'd had a choice. Kimberly might have turned into a giant monster wolf and tried to kill me, but I wasn't about to let her waste away in bed for it.
With a gasp, I came to the top of the hill and fell to my knees on the snow covered sidewalk. I stayed there for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath, until the dizziness finally subsided. I was pushing myself too hard, but I wasn't done yet. I'd finally gotten to town. Now I just had to reach Dr. Munse's office. I stood up on jellylike legs, having to lean on the wall next to me, and set off again. As luck would have it, Dr. Munse's office was located on the opposite end of town from the road that led to Stark's cabin. That by itself could take me another two hours of walking. The roads and sidewalks around the buildings had been cleared of snow, but the wind was hard at work blowing it all back where it came from, so my boots still sank down to my ankles with every step.
*Screw this,* I thought. Stark had told me to take a bus or taxi once I got to town, and that was exactly what I was going to do. It was past midnight, so there weren't many cars braving the icy roads. One cool thing about my town, though, is that we have a bus system that runs twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. I've always thought it was a stupid idea for a place this small to have a night bus, but when I flopped down on the bus stop bench, the clear glass walls protecting me from the wind, I was ready to kiss the first driver to let me hop aboard his rolling hunk of metal and warmth.
As I sat there waiting, I had to fight off the urge to fall asleep. It was the middle of the night, I had just hiked almost fifteen miles, and I was sick. A nap sounded like heaven right then, but I forced myself to stay awake. In this weather, with my clothes soaked like they were, falling asleep might be all it took for me to freeze to death.
The minutes passed silently, the only sounds of traffic coming from far away, and I realized I hadn't had anything to drink since I'd left. It was cold enough that I wasn't sweating, even with my coat on, but I didn't doubt for a minute that my sickly body had managed to become dehydrated on the hike up here. With nothing else to do, I reached down and scooped a handful of snow off the ground.
"Not yellow," I said to myself, turning the snowball around in my hand. Satisfied, I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and swallowed it. An uncomfortable chill ran down my spine, but I ignored it. I couldn't get this far and then collapse from dehydration, of all things.
Once the chill had passed, I settled back on the bench again and surveyed the street on the other side of the glass. There was a man there I hadn't noticed before. I sat up a little straighter. His coat was long enough to touch his ankles, and as black as the night sky, so it was no wonder I didn't see him. He blended in with the darkness like an Oreo in a bath tub full of chocolate syrup.
*A bath tub full of chocolate syrup?* I thought, and chuckled. *I must be loopier than I thought.*
When I looked again, the man hadn't moved, though he seemed to be watching me pretty intently. I looked away, not wanting to be rude, but I could still feel his eyes on me.
*Could that be another one of Hendricks' minions?* I wondered. I had only ever met Becky and the Octopus, but that didn't mean he didn't have more. In fact, I'd be surprised to find out a big, bad crime boss like him only had two people serving him.
I gave my observer another quick glance, but he still hadn't moved. His skin was white, a startling contrast to both his coat and his bushy, bright red beard. I shook my head. Now I really was just being paranoid, seeing Hendricks in every dark corner. He was probably just some homeless guy hoping I'd throw him some change. He was certainly thin enough. Too bad for him. The only money I had on me was what Stark had given me to pay for the medicine, plus a couple twenties to pay for bus and taxi fare.
Then again, his coat looked pretty nice.
As soon as I thought that, he started across the street. I drew myself up, my muscles suddenly tense, even though I didn't know why. Then, before he was even halfway across the street, my view of him was suddenly blocked by a giant blue wall. I looked up, startled, to see that the night bus had finally arrived. I jumped up and ran to the door, bouncing on the balls of my feet as it hissed and lazily slid open, and then charged inside, barely looking as a threw a twenty into the fare box.
"Uh, ma'am?" the driver said, turning around in his seat to look at me. "That's way more than you need to pay!"
"Just keep the change," I said, sitting down in one of the long seats that ran parallel with the side of the bus. "I'm in a hurry."
Without any further argument, the bus driver shut the door and floored the pedal, making the wheels spin on the icy ground for a few seconds before we started moving. I looked out the window, hoping to catch another glimpse of the man in the coat, but it was too dark to see much through the tinted windows. We pulled away from the bus stop, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The bus's heater was on full blast, and I gleefully let the hot air run over me. It would be another thirty minutes or so before we got to my stop, so maybe I could catch a quick nap and--
*Eyes on me.*
My head snapped around, searching frantically for the man in the black coat. How had he gotten on the bus so fast, without me noticing? What was he going to...
He wasn't on here. In fact, the only other person on the bus was a man sitting almost directly opposite me. He was wearing worn out jeans and a sweater jacket with the hood up. The hood shadowed the top part of his face, but I could still tell he was looking at me. Brown hands came out of the sleeves of his jacket, and equally brown feet came out of his pant legs...
Wait a minute. This guy wasn't wearing shoes?
I looked back up at his face again, just in time to see his eyes light up bright blue. Suddenly his entire face was visible under his hood-- and his scowl didn't look friendly.
"This is my stop!" I yelled, springing from my seat before the driver even had a chance to touch the brakes. The bus slid to a stop, and I had to grab hold of the rail to keep from being thrown into the windshield.
"Lady, you're gonna get me fired!" the bus driver hollered.
I ignored him, grabbed the lever that opened the door, and jumped back out into the frigid winter air. My feet slid a little on the ice beneath me, but I managed to keep my balance and spun around to look just as my glowy-eyed stalker stood up as well. Too bad, because the bus driver seemed to have had enough of unexpected stops, and floored the gas pedal again, carrying the hooded creep away.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. Now that *had* to have been one of Hendricks' goons. Why else would a clearly magical... thing... be following me around at night? Well, I'd given him the slip, at least for now. I didn't doubt that he'd be back once he got the bus driver to stop, though. That meant I needed to hightail it to Dr. Munse's office before he caught back up to me.
I turned to dash down the street, but instead ended up running face first into somebody.
"Oh, dang, I'm sorry," I said, backing up. "I wasn't watching where I was--"
It was the man in the black coat.
There were two others with him.
And they all had weapons.
**NEXT TIME:** Somebody start the music! It's time for a Scooby Doo chase montage! Who are the guys? Who are the working for? And what do they... actually, since they're carrying weapons, we can probably guess what they want. Amber's still sick, and tired too. Will she run or fight? And how will she get away?
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Star Trek Invincible by Dragon Valor
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#14 of Miscellaneous Fanfiction After fleeing their xenophobic homeworld, Asari and her crew of Sirens join Starfleet. There, they help develop the most advanced ship in the Federation, and just in the nick of time. Events in galactic politics are unfolding and the USS Invincible is about to be
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[
"Alien",
"Fanfiction",
"Herm/herm",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Impregnation",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi",
"Star Trek",
"Vaginal",
"h/h"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143411-star-trek-invincible
|
It was a fine ship. One she wasn't even sure she was fit to command. But Starfleet deemed her worthy. Who was she to argue? It was an honor, especially for a species that hadn't even really been admitted to the Federation. Not fully, at least. Her people were from a world in the Gamma Quadrant known as Sirenum Scopuli. It was a large Class-M planet with an advanced culture. More advanced than the Federation.
Unfortunately, the Sirens were xenophobic. They despised alien species and went to great lengths to hide and if necessary, defend their world. Their fleet was vast. But its design was for defense and pursuit. They rarely ventured outside of their native star system. The only time they did was to chase down other starships unfortunate enough to have ventured into Siren space.
There was a group of Sirens who weren't content with the status quo. They didn't want to sit idly in their star system, not when they ships capable of taking them to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
It had taken years of planning. Years of logistical re-arranging, gathering all of the dissidents aboard one starship. Then they said good-bye to their home and sped away at high warp. Thankfully, many of the top engineers in the defense fleet had been aboard the ship, including herself. Asari had made it difficult to track them and finally, they lost their pursuers.
They travelled in isolation for weeks. It wasn't until they stumbled into a wormhole that they encountered any other living creatures. There was a circular, claw-like space station waiting for them when they emerged. They were immediately hailed by the inhabitants and the rest, as they say, was history.
The crew was eager to call for asylum. To defect, in point of fact. They of course purged their navigational computer. They weren't traitors. They allowed this Starfleet to dissect and reverse-engineer the starship. All of the technologies were offered freely. This part of the galaxy, after all, was being torn apart by war and strife. Klingons. Romulans. Undine. Borg. There were many threats in the galaxy. And Asari was at the forefront of the project to scavenge the starship the Sirens brought and build an experimental starship of Starfleet's own, an answer to these threats.
The Intel Dreadnaught had been a joint effort, but Starfleet had been gracious enough to trust the Siren crew with senior positions. Starfleet officers made up much of the rest of the crew of the massive starship, but what surprised all of them most of all was that they had made Asari captain and given her the right to name the *Vengeance-class* dreadnaught.
They hadn't seen combat yet, but they had been given the mission of conducting close contact stealth drills with the rest of Starfleet. With the help of the Sirens' advanced cloaking technology, they had been successful in shadowing some of the most advanced ships in Starfleet including the flagship, the *USS Enterprise*.
They glided through space in the wake of the *Odyssey-class\_starship, keeping a close eye on them as well as a constant sensor lock. Asari sat in the command chair on the bridge, idly pouring over the data collected from the sensor readouts of the \_Enterprise*. There was not much going on at the moment. They were patrolling the Neutral Zone, so their long and short range sensors were focused into the zone. Their sensors were almost as advanced as the \_Invincible's\_so Asari didn't worry about not seeing a threat before it was too late. More than that, their cloak was, as far as they knew, more advanced than the Romulan Warbird's cloaking system. If the \_Enterprise\_detected something, Asari would see it on the little screen attached to the arm of her chair.
A three-tone beeped from the ops console in front of and to her left. She lifted her head, blinking her three eyes to help them refocus on the items at a greater distance than the arm of her chair.
Before she could enquire, the Siren at that station called out "Captain, priority one message from Admiral Quinn."
Asari looked down at her tiny panel to confirm and sighed. Now what? Had th\_e Enterprise\_ detected them? She hadn't made any kind of move to tip their hand. They continued on their way seeming oblivious of their shadow. "Thank you, Tilana. I'll take it in my ready room."
She uncrossed her blue legs slowly and her thigh-high leather boots squealed in protest. She kept her legs closely together more as a courtesy than any embarrassment. Sirens wouldn't care if they got a peek up her short black skirt, but as Captain, it was prudent to distance herself from her crew and not offer any hints to the contrary.
She stood as gracefully as an ocean breeze and started across the bridge toward her ready room. Her heels clopped softly against the deck plate with every step. "You have the bridge, Simara," she said without looking over her shoulder at the Siren who had been seated at her right arm.
"Aye, sir," she heard her first officer say as she stepped into her office. Her feet carried her to her seat behind the reflective black desk and she carefully settled her weight on the soft cushion. She rested her hand on the desk, turning the computer monitor there to face her. A swift tap to the activator brought the admiral's face on screen.
"Admiral Quinn," she said with a nod. "Is there a problem?"
The aged Trill smiled behind his short, thick beard. He shook his wrinkled head and groaned "We don't know. We've been contacted by the Republic of New Romulus."
She didn't know an awful lot about this quadrant's politics, but she knew enough to know that the Romulans were a deceitful and dangerous people.
"The communique was short," Admiral Quinn continued, "but they gave us a set of coordinates in the Hobus system. The message gave us a stardate and mentioned a rendezvous with a Romulan representative, but we are understandably skeptical. That's where you come in," he said, motioning to his viewscreen and by extension, her. "We're sending you to tail the *Enterprise's* sister ship, the *USS Harbinger* and monitor the rendezvous. If the Romulans are hostile, you have permission to decloak and render aid. If they are not, remain in stealth mode and monitor the situation, then follow the Romulans back to wherever they make berth. Then return to Federation space and report your findings."
Asari nodded. Their first real mission. No more playing hide and seek with Federation starships who had no idea they even existed. "Understood, Admiral," she confirmed, storing away her orders mentally.
"I'm sending you the coordinates of the *Harbinger's* present location. Good luck, Captain. You may have the Federation's security riding on you."
The screen winked out, replaced by the seal of Starfleet Command. She de-activated the station and stood up. Her heels clopped as she strode back out onto the bridge, heading toward the chair in the center. "Helm, did you receive coordinates from Admiral Quinn?"
The Siren glanced down at her console and nodded. "Yes sir. Course set and locked in."
Pleased with her crew's efficiency, Asari seated herself in her chair. "Engage at warp nine," she said and gave her tight uniform a firm tug, both pulling the wrinkles out of the synthetic-leather and tugging the uniform down the swell of her bust, revealing more of her smooth blue skin to the cool recycled air.
The helm gave its tell-tale beep as the engines were engaged and they left the *Enterprise* behind.
Hours later, they dropped out of warp to find the *Harbinger,\_another \_Odyssey-class* starship hanging in empty space. Asari watched the starship curiously on the viewscreen and shook her head. This was the stardate. At least, she assumed it was if the *Harbinger* was there. Admiral Quinn, after all, didn't give her the date.
"Anything on sensors?" she asked, turning her attention to Commander Tilana at ops.
"Yes sir," the officer said. "There is a cloaked object two kilometers off the *Harbiner's* bow."
"Confirmed," a voice she knew belonged to her tactical officer, Commander Lirial, called out. "Readouts conform to Romulan cloaking technology."
"Can you get a weapon's lock?" she asked, glancing down at the readouts on her own little screen.
"Negative," Lirial said. "I will have to fire manually if they do not decloak."
She nodded slowly, reading silently into the situation. "Their sensors are focused on the *Harbinger,*" she said. "They're probably trying to figure out the same things we are. Are they friend or are they foe? If they do charge weapons, they'll have to decloak to fire them and raise their own shields."
"Captain!" Tilana called.
Asari's eyes lifted toward the large viewscreen in time to see space shimmering and taking shape in front of the *Harbinger's* saucer section. There, nose to nose with the Federation starship was the Romulan ship they'd detected.
The massive *Tulwar-class Warbird* hung ominously in space, staring the other ship in the eye. At the moment, they hadn't bared their teeth. Asari was thankful for that. A glance at the transponder told her the Warbird was known as the *RRW Lleiset.\_She was armed to the teeth with very nearly a comparable armament to the \_Invincible.* If she did start charging weapons, it was going to be a tough fight.
"The *Lleiset* is hailing the *Harbinger,*" Tilana added.
"Put them onscreen," Asari said, resting her fingers against her chin.
A Romulan woman appeared on the left side of the viewscreen, a bearded middle-aged human male wearing an admiral's uniform on the right.
"This is Admiral Scott of the *USS Harbinger,"* the human said, quirking a brow. "To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
The Romulan offered a smile and polite bow of her head. "Commander Tiaru Jarok of the Romulan Republic," she said. "Admiral, I would like to formally request an escort back to your Starfleet Command. We would like to negotiate an alliance."
Asari quirked a brow. That didn't sound like an enemy of the Federation. In fact, she almost sounded desperate. Then again, she did know that when the seat of the former Romulan Empire was destroyed, the Federation quickly offered aid in the form of starships and supplies only to be countered by the conquering Klingons. Maybe those Klingons were too much for the Romulan Republic to handle and they needed more Federation help?
By the time she came out of her reverie, the two faces on the main viewer were smiling.
"We will escort you to Starbase zero-zero-one, Commander. I hope you and Starfleet Command can reach an agreement," Admiral Scott said.
"As do I, Admiral," Jarok agreed. "As do I."
Their faces disappeared a moment later, leaving Asari staring at the two ships nose-to-nose. The *Harbinger* came about and went to warp. A moment later, the *Lleiset* followed suit.
"Helm, stay on them. Match their course and speed. Keep us within a hundred kilometers. Lirial, if the *Lleiset* so much as twitches her weapons, open fire. Disable their weapons, shields, and engines."
Both officers voiced their confirmations as Asari stood up. She smoothed the front of her uniform again and turned toward the tubrolift. "I'll be in my quarters. You have the bridge, Simara."
The door of the turbolift closed before she heard her first officer's response. This was far more stressful than she thought it would be. To her knowledge, neither ship knew the\_Invincible\_ was there, but the element of surprise would only take them so far. No, she knew her tactical officer. There wasn't a better shot in the galaxy than Lirial. The Romulans would be dead in space before they knew what hit them.
Exhaling the building tension, she made her way to her quarters. A nice hot shower, that's what she needed. Command was still new to her and weighing heavily on her shoulders. She wanted to make a good impression with their new allies. For all intents and purposes, the *Invincible* was their home and she was not about to do anything to jeopardize that.
She peeled her uniform off and neatly folded it up to set aside for future washing. Her undergarments and thin stockings followed. Little bumps appeared all over her light blue skin and her dark blue nipples hardened in the cool recycled air. She quivered lightly, looking herself over in the mirror. She ran her hands along the supple curves of her body from her firm breast to her limp member. For now, they had health and home. She would be the best captain Starfleet ever had so they wouldn't take those away from her or her people.
A quick command to the computer had a hot, steamy rain falling in the sonic shower stall. She stepped under the gently falling droplets and let out a gentle, content moan as the heat washed away her worries. They had so much to do and so much to look forward to. They had the lives they always dreamed of.
What they didn't have were Progenitors. It wasn't like their species was going to die out. They had escaped their isolationist roots. That didn't mean they were the last of their kind. More than that, they didn't need the breeding caste to continue their lineage. They could all of them become pregnant if they wanted to. It was a conscious decision for her species. Progenitors excluded, of course. They were hyper fertile and didn't have a choice in the matter. Insemination guaranteed gestation.
But allowing themselves to get pregnant would be detrimental to their work. It would be impossible to maintain their station aboard the \_Invincible\_if they were gestating. If they wanted to continue their species away from Sirenum Scopuli, they would have to sacrifice their careers in exchange for mothering offspring. Perhaps they could take it in turns, or perhaps a few of the junior officers would be willing to take up the mantle of being voluntary Progenitors. At least, until they birthed some natural ones.
Asari scolded herself. She had come to her quarters to get away from stress. All she had done was replace the immediate stress with that of a more long term stress. More than that, all of that thinking about Progenitors or fathering children with the junior officers had a very particular effect on her. She glared at her stiff arousal and shook her head. Suppose then that a nap was in order. She had to get rid of that before she went back on duty, and she was not about to spill her precious seed in the shower.
She pressed her palms against the wall and called for the computer to discontinue the water. A moment later, the standard sonic shower activated, bombarding her body with waves of sound, vibrating away the grime from her skin, her horns, and the ridged, soft tissue along the top and back of her head, as well as pushing all the water off of her, drying her off considerably.
Once the sonic waves deactivated, she pushed off of the wall with a deep breath. Her eyes closed and she let her head roll back along her shoulders. She took another calming breath and willed away the worry. She would make a good captain and her people would go on for generations free of the oppressive xenophobia of their homeworld.
Once her nerves had calmed, she turned and made her way back into her bedchamber, but stopped in the doorway with a startled gasp. There, sitting on her bed, was Simara. Her first officer had set her neatly folded uniform aside, leaving her sitting in only the lace panties and bra that strained to contain her ample chest as well as her similarly laced garter belt and black stockings.
Simara smiled, shamelessly looking Asari over from head to toe. "Why captain," the Siren said with a soft moan. "I see you are as excited to see me as I am to see you."
She felt herself stiffen more, seeing her trusted friend and first officer sitting on her bed. But the stress she had worked so hard to put aside sprang back into her mind. "This is hardly appropriate." It wasn't like they hadn't mated before. In fact, the two of them had sex plenty of times when they were running from their homeworld. A fact Simara was quick to remind her of.
"It wasn't inappropriate on the *Ya'wron*," she said, standing up slowly.
Asari took an involuntary step back and shook her head. "It isn't considered appropriate behavior in Starfleet for a captain to have any sort of sexual interaction with any of her officers. Especially her first officer." Simara was walking toward her, but she reached up and gently, albeit firmly, set her palms against the other Siren's shoulders. "If Starfleet takes away this ship, we don't have anywhere else to go. I am not about to do anything to jeopardize that."
Simara gave a little moan and reached behind herself. Asari was painfully aware of the younger woman's breast giving the faintest bounce as they were free from their lace confines. She was unable to pull her eyes away as Simara pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor. "What Starfleet doesn't know wont hurt them. Besides," she said, curling her digits around Asari's throbbing length, "there isn't going to be any evidence left behind."
She gave an involuntary moan as her hips instinctively pushed against Simara's gentle hands. "No, but..." A gentle squeeze toppled her resolve. She gave another soft moan and slid her hands around Simara's shoulders, pulling the younger woman against herself. Their breasts pressed tightly together and Asari forced her tongue past her first officer's lips.
It had been so long since they'd done anything. It was abundantly clear by the lace-covered stiffness pressing against her own bare flesh that Simara felt the same. She grinded herself against the eager Siren and together they shuffled back toward the bed.
It didn't take them long to find it. As soon as their legs collided with the side of the mattress, Simara broke their kiss and pushed her back firmly. Asari stared down at the blue-skinned first officer in confusion. She didn't have to wait long for an answer.
Simara turned, crawling up onto the bed on all fours. She arched her back lightly and looked over her shoulder with a toothy grin. "I've been waiting so long for this!" she said, wiggling her butt. "Don't keep me waiting any longer, Asari!"
Who was she to argue? Asari crawled onto the bed behind her first officer and hooked her fingers beneath the tight lace panties hiding away her prize. As she slid the fabric down Simara's butt and thighs to rest against the top of her stockings, her first officer groaned and arched her back once again.
Moaning with her own anticipation, she reached down, tracing her fingers up along Simara's dripping slit. She was sopping! With a growing eagerness, Asari scooted up behind her friend and reached down to grab her ridged length. She guided the tapered tip up against Simara's dripping slit and gasped. The heat radiating off of her was astonishing!
"Oh fuck!" Simara gasped. "Don't stop there!"
As much as she wanted to torture her friend, she needed to be sated much more. She set her hands against Simara's firm hips and squeezed tightly. She practically yanked Simara back as she drove her hips forward. Both of them cried out, their moans ascending in a musical crescendo as Asari fucked her ridged length into her first officer without mercy.
Of times they were gentle, even loving with one another. That was when they had time. When they weren't so deprived of contact with one another. Need overpowered affection at this point. Instinct drove Asari to claim Simara's tight hole in a most animalistic way. Normally, Sirens were very open about their bodies and sex, but in Starfleet they had to suppress that. Like most things, it was prone to explosion when the pressure got too high.
Asari leaned forward, curling her hands up over Simara's tight belly toward her swinging breast. She gathered the woman's firm swells against her palms and squeezed gently, caressing and groping her friend in ways only she knew Simara liked.
The reaction was instantaneous. Simara threw her head back and her voice sang of bliss and ecstasy as pleasure overtook her. Asari felt her inner muscles spasm and squeeze tightly along the length of her ridged length. The pressure was too much for her. Her heart wanted to prolong the pleasure, both for herself and Simara quaking and tensing beneath her. Her body, driven by instinct, rutted Simara until with one final thrust, her world exploded into vibrant color.
Her voice joined Simara's song as she felt her testicles tighten against her phallus's base. Heat rushed through the length of her arousal, erupting deep inside Simara's tight belly. She grinded her hips against her friend's rump even as their legs gave out. They collapsed forward onto the bed. Asari gasped, quaking and quivering as her weight settled against Simara's bare back and slowly, the starburst of pleasure that had filled her eyes was replaced by warm afterglow and the fuzzy shapes of the furniture and décor of her bedroom.
They moaned and gasped against one another, basking in their shared pleasure for several minutes until Simara gasped. Asari felt her body go rigid. She slowly lifted herself up and stared down at her friend's head resting upon the mussed bedding. "Simara?"
The first officer chewed on her lower lip for a moment and turned her head to stare up at Asari slowly. "I... I didn't mean..."
Her hearts leapt in her chest. She pulled herself off and out of her friend. She rolled, sitting beside Simara who rose to sit cross-legged in front of her.
"It was an accident..." the usually strong woman croaked, reaching up to shakily press her palms against her belly. "I didn't mean to."
Asari stared down at Simara's hands pressed against her toned blue belly. She reached out, hesitantly pressing her own palm against her friend's abs. She felt it. A growing link between them. Somehow, she felt it as if it were her own belly. There was a pressure there. Not a physical pressure, really. It was a weight, but weightless. A mass without volume. There was something there that she could feel despite the improbable likelihood that she could physically make it out. She both knew and didn't know how to describe it.
"Why did you...?" Asari shook her head and looked up into Simara's reflective silvery eyes. "They're going to kick us out of Starfleet."
Simara shook her head, chewing on her lower lip for a moment. "The Federation is accepting of all of their member cultures and their practices. This is..." She looked down at her own belly and Asari once again followed her gaze. "This isn't any different."
A burning warmth began radiating outward from her lower belly, yet somehow Asari knew it was Simara feeling that carnal desire for more. Even so, she wanted to sate it as though it were her own. She pressed her hands Against her friend, her mate's shoulders and gently forced her onto her back.
"It's okay," she said, as much to reassure herself as Simara. "Everything is going to be okay." Straddling Simara's hips, Asari reached down between them and took hold of the firm, ridged length pointing up at her. Her mate gasped, arching her back and thrusting almost violently up against her.
Asari clicked her tongue and wagged a finger at her. "Not yet."
Simara shook her head, curling her hands in the blankets on either side of her head. "It's so sensitive after...!"
Asari nodded, pressing the tip of Simara's cock against her dripping slit. She nearly came just from that contact. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast outward. No, she told herself. At least...
She let her weight pull her down, impaling her on the hard length throbbing with eager need. The fire in her belly exploded, filling her with warmth as another wave of pleasure washed over her and another song of passion filled the air.
Her muscles squeezed Simara's pulsing cock, milking the length for every drop. That same animalistic urge to breed filled her mind, but she forced it down. Panic filled her, overriding the need to push the biological button. She grabbed her own bust, squeezing tightly and bucking against Simara's hips as molten heat rushed into her womb. She was tempted to let it happen, but the need to protect her people and now her mate and unborn child were too great.
As the afterglow once again settled over them, Asari leaned forward, pressing her breast against Simara's once again. She kissed her mate gently upon the lips and ran her gentle digits gingerly over the soft tissue behind Simara's horns. "You know you're going to have to pay dearly for that mistake," she whispered. "They may force you to temporarily resign your commission."
Simara breathed a heavy sigh, mirroring Asari's movements by letting her fingers dance over the soft blue flesh behind Asari's horns. "They might," she agreed. "But they cant make me leave the ship. I wont leave the ship. Not now that..."
Their eyes danced downward to the life they both felt in Simara's belly. Asari nodded slowly and kissed her forehead. "It was still stupid. You should have maintained control."
Simara avoided her gaze, but that steely resolve Asari was so used to seeing in her face was slowly returning. "I know I should have, and I am prepared to live with my mistake if you are."
Asari smiled and nodded. "For the rest of my life. Two hundred years, three hundred. It doesn't matter."
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Meet Me Under the Bridge by huskyhuskyhusky
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#4 of Meet Me (Patreon) DISCLAIMER!!! This is the first 1k words for the full story that is located on my Patreon. This is meant as a preview for the full story and the tags listed are representative of the fetishes found in the story's entirety A young husky girl meets her pitbull boyfriend as he
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144043-meet-me-under-the-bridge
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It was very quiet under the bridge, serene almost. The sound of the rolling river, of which was about eight feet wide, made for a simple yet calming background sound. Within the shadow of the large piece of construction that spanned the bank a small red light embered to life. It glowed with the color of a cherry and then gently died back to black, a trail of smoke rolling from its end. With a sigh, a ploom of smoke hissed from between a pair of lips but even in the dark there was no mistaking the spot was occupied.
The fullness of spring could be felt now, it was the kind of weather that he adored. It really was a shame that he had to leave the area, he had always loved to see the myriad of flower colors that were known to dot the town and its surrounding hills this time of year. It was for the best, though.
He took another drag of his cigarette and glanced off to the side, his ears perked to an erect state to try and pick up on all nearby activity. His features were distinct, one of a few pitbulls that lived in the town, though if everything went well there'd be one less. His short fur was a splotch work of brown and white, not entirely unlike a cow's markings. His tail was not cropped and hung its meager length behind him, giving a light wag as the wind would pick up and stir over his features.
His visage held a host of piercings. A silver ring circled his septum like a bull and a spiked labret stuck from his bottom lip. Each ear had three red studs that traveled up symmetrically and stopped a couple inches from the tip. Every piece of metal was warn as a symbol of his independence from his family, of which all had greatly despised such marks of the flesh. They were a cause he had long since given up trying to make understand, and thus his abandonment had been solidified. Of course years had passed since then and he had been independent for some time. Unfortunately some major things had happened as of recent and thus his hiding was justified.
Over his shoulders hung a black leather jacket that was cracking and warn in from years of use, its chrome studs and buttons oxidizing. It laid open to reveal a white T-shirt, completely clean despite what some might have thought of him. A spiked dog collar held firm against his throat, a tag hung from the middle that read "Axe". It wasn't his real name, but it was what he preferred.
After a couple more pulls from his cigarette there wasn't much left and so he let it drop to the rocks and snuffed it with his worn down red tennis shoe. It was about then that there came a clattering of rocks off to the side as someone gingerly climbed down the embankment. A knowing smirk played over his mouth as he turned his gray colored eyes to the side to see who it was, though if he had to guess...
Suddenly a body flopped down onto the gravel that made up the terrain beneath the bridge trailing a miniature landslide. A girl, as it was plain to see. She gave a whine and cringed as pain shot through her rear and lower back, her paws a bit marked from the uncontrolled landing.
"You okay?" the pitbull asked and began to approach her. The girl quickly snapped to attention once she heard his voice and hoped joyfully up to her feet. She was every bit as interesting in appearance as he was, though in different ways. She was a pure white husky but her mane had been dyed as a rainbow that ended at the middle of her back. Each ear was dyed black as well and just like her friend, she had identical red studs in each that were spaced about the same as his.
While she was about as tall as him, closing in on six feet, her form was quite a bit smaller. In contrast, while she was athletic, he had a much more muscular, street-trimmed stature. A pair of blue jeans that had tears in the knees hugged her lower body well, accentuating her toned thighs and butt. Over her torso hung a loose fitting, dark gray tank top that had the sleeves cut low enough to show that she didn't care to wear a bra.
Her bust was modest, each breast being just perfectly proportioned enough to fill a palm, Axe's in particular worked very well. Similar to her friend, she wore a black, leather collar but instead of spikes there were rounded studs. Dangling against her throat was a bone shaped tag with her own claimed name: Leafe. Against her back was a large backpack that had every pocket packed with something, basic essentials for a long trip it would seem.
"I got everything you wanted!" she exclaimed, her large curled tail wagging about in a way that reflected her happiness.
"Such a good girl!" he replied and embraced her. Their lips met briefly and their arms came around each other's form. When they parted he brought a paw up to pet and scratch his blunt claws between her ears. She gave a low murr and closed her eyes from the treatment, ears splaying back as she attempted to nuzzle into his stroking paws. His palms traveled down her multicolored mane to her back and gave an affectionate pat.
Given the chance she shrugged off the heavy bag and handed it over. In his possession he regarded it's size and weight before he set it on the ground and opened it up. After a minute or so of inspecting its insides and double checking the effectiveness of the girl, he concluded that she had done more than a good job. There were a couple extra items hidden within that spoke of her thoughtfulness.
"Are you...going to be leaving again?" she asked sadly as he zipped the pockets back up. He glanced at her for a moment and then slowly stood.
Read the full story here: [https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-under-8116726](https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-under-8116726)
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New Life Pt. 3 Breakfast 1 by pop5on22
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Breakfast is one of the only times during the day that all of the cell blocks are in one place at the same time. Its also the time of day with most guards around. Its not like TV . Sure there are gangs and there are plenty of odd balls but for the most part it felt like I was back in a high school
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"Male",
"Pop5on22",
"Prison",
"Rat",
"Story",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series",
"Tiger"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145763-new-life-pt-3-breakfast-1
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Breakfast is one of the only times during the day that all of the cell blocks are in one place at the same time. Its also the time of day with most guards around. Its not like TV . Sure there are gangs and there are plenty of odd balls but for the most part it felt like I was back in a high school cafeteria. All of the gangs were just different clicks and the guards were teachers. There is always this sense of something can get out of hand at any moment, the food sucks , and there is always someone talking about you somewhere.
The individual cell blocks were there own gangs , but there were also intermediate gangs inside the cell blocks.
There were 5 main gangs. The old and untouchables were made up of the life sentence inmates who lived out so much of their life behind bars no one would mess with them. The predators were a gang made up of inmates who were exclusively the most out right predatory species. Then you had east coast and west coast , two gangs that seemed to only live to kill of one another. And then you had the inmate guards , inmates that seemed to be in league with the guards acting as humble servants for special privileges.
Outside of the gangs there were other lone wolf types and a few groups that could be seen in the cafeteria.
Now , much like high-school, I had to choose who to sit with. But it wasn't high school , and they weren't a bunch of high school teens. They were inmates, murders, thieves, rapist, con men. Of course I picked the only seat that I felt I knew any of the risk to. I sat next to Frank.
Frank- what are you doing
Michael- I thought we could eat together
Frank- I told you I'm not looking for a friend
Michael- I know but ...
He raised his hand to silence me.
Frank- you don't want to sit with me, you think just because we room together that I'm safer than everyone else in this room , I'm not , notice how no one else is sitting at this table, why do you think that is
Michael- I don't Know
Frank- why are you hear
Michael- I needed somewhere to sit
Frank- I mean why are you in prison
Michael- I ... I shouldn't be I didn't do anything
He knocked my tray off the table nonchalantly without blinking an eye.
Frank- why are you here? I can tell you why I'm here, I can tell you why no one else is sitting at this table, I can tell you why the guards wont even think twice to leave the room if I decide to start a fight stab you or go so far as to kill you right now , I'm not proud of what I've done but it earned me privacy in this place
No one so much as looked in our general direction. Even as Frank scolded me the guards seemed distant.
Frank- don't act like your safe around me , your just too stupid to ask the questions that everyone else starts with, and when you finally do you'll realize those shit stains parading around as gangs are safer for you than I am , none the less stay , the fuck if I care
He put his head down on the table as if to go to sleep but his eyes stayed open. He glared at me as like I was a fly on the wall bugging him but he was too lazy to swat it away . Then for just a second he looked to my food on the floor and back to me. I couldn't figure out what he wanted, but I noticed he wasn't eating. Why wasn't he eating? He was clearly starving.
I had no reason to care about him but I did. He was my cell mate.
But he was right I wouldn't ask the questions that I wanted to , that I needed to. I was going around judging without taking any information. I had no clue what anyone had done to earn there way into the place we all were , least of all Frank. And honestly I still didn't know why or how I landed in such a place. I wasn't a straight "A" student but I had good grades , friends, and was getting ready to go off to college. My life was just beginning and before I could take a step out of my small town it threw the book at me and I fell into a prison cell.
I picked my food off the floor but didn't eat it, at that time I didn't know not to waste food. We sat there for about 30 minutes before it was time to go. Every one was leaving but Frank. He was the last to get up from his table , the guards seemed to just let him be. As I walked out of the cafeteria I saw him take the bread from my salvaged plate with his tail , as if to hide the fact that he eats.
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Happy Valentine's by harpier
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Korra and Asami return! But will also their marriage!? - Korra and Asami were having a date in the central park with spirits. There was a nice cafeteria where they sold chinese products, but because they were in China it didn't matter, lol. "Oh my beloved Avatar of pasts unfortified, is it not nice
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"Avatar",
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"Gay snagglepuss",
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"Korrasami",
"Lesbian",
"Mako",
"Male/Male",
"Oral",
"Vaginal",
"asami",
"fanfic"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143453-happy-valentine-s
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Korra and Asami were having a date in the central park with spirits. There was a nice cafeteria where they sold chinese products, but because they were in China it didn't matter, lol.
"Oh my beloved Avatar of pasts unfortified, is it not nice to have a wondrous date in the day of the amorous affection emotion widely referred to as love?" said Asami happily, she was dressing a red dress.
Korra was on the ground, dragging herself with her forelimbs while her vagina scratched against the floor like a dog with velvet worms inside the coprophilous condolence colon. Asami tongue was infested with beetle larvae, so when she gave Korra a rimshot it spread through her intestinals and burrowed its way across her anus and vagina. Now there was a massive cloaca-like gaping hole in her neither regions, surrounded by black necrotic tissues full of barnacles and those worms you see on the depths on the sea in David Attenborough tomfoolery vents. The larvae had formed cocoons and now emerged as fully winged adults, the swarm's wing beats itching Korra's insides.
"Oh Korra, why you no more attention to me PAYS!?" cried Asami sadly and ANGERLY, wiping her pus-like mayonnaise (geddit) tears with her bloody lipstick napkin.
Korra was too dominated by basic desires to even comprehend what Asamu said, she was a wild animal aligned with the principles of Red and Green mana against Blue. No more intellect, no more perfection, just the drum-like sounds of instinct and heart beats of emotion. And both rang loudly like the bells of the cathedral of lust, as a massive turd was expelled from her bowels. It was so massive that it scraped off her cloacal walls, removing the necrotic flesh and leaving a red and brown meesh (geddit) behind like in The Thing (alien, not Ben, I love him can you please marry me please) ass well as all the parasites. Beetle wings and worm mantles were trapped in the poo, and as it was deposited on the ground it formed a lustful chocolate cake of fried insects and calamari.
"Oh Korra, that is so hot!" moaned Asami, jumping to Korra's crotch, her perfumed red ass falling on the mountain of shit and exploding it, sending poo and invertebrate remnants everywhere.
Asami kissed Korra's mouth lips passionately, even though the Avatar was too lost to her indistincts to be able to love back. Asami grabbed a piled of dung and put it on her mouth. It tasted like chocolate and anchovies, which she liked a lot. She then jumped out of the way and began howling, shit and insects flying all over Republican City with her airbender howl.
"Miss Lady you cannot be married to an animal!" said Lin Beinfong evilly, masturbing her filthy teratoma clitoris ejecting purple pus. Some of it fell on Asami's clothes, and she liked it with much pleasure, then spat out on a cockatoo. "It is abuse against someone who cannot consent!"
"No but I love her!" cried Asami sadly like the sad weils of a sad ghost upon the misery shore chores of yore.
Then AsAmI grabbed a bottle and broke it, then slit Lin's throat! Lin much unliked, she defected her internal organs through the windpipe hole like in Eldritch Evolution. Asami then grabbed Korra by the wrist and dragged her out of the restaurant.
"Hey, you forgot to pay!" said Mako fuming.
Yes, life had gone on the shitter for him ever since Kuvira burned down Reoublic City. But he found a new job as a chef, so that was alright. He also forgot about the bill as he found the pile of excrement produced by their exes, so he keeled on the ground and began eating it fervently, protruding a boner that wetted his panties. Unwittingly, his raised ass attracted an evil attention. He heard footsteps, but it was too late as someone took off his trousers and shoved his cock up his ass! It was................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................SNAGGLEPUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"AARRRRGGGHHHHH CEASE AND DESIST YOU RETARDED HOMOTHERIUM!!!!!!!!!!" cried Mako homophobically and meanly as his anal was punctured by searing barbs, shredding it to karmic bloody pieces.
"Exit stage rape!" said Snagglepuss with his disturbing face as in Marvel comics and his amazing abs.
Then the wodnrous cat fucked Mako like that guy did to Johnny Rapid in Johnny Rapid and Alexander Motogazzi. His ping-pong bat balls slapped against the soggy sack Mako ones, like a meteor falling on a plastic bag. He then withrew from Mako's ass, prolapsing it in a tube made of ribbons of torn flesh and shit, and then brought the penis to Mako's face and came all over it. The semen was green and pus-like and smelled like rotten fruit.
Then Mako began crying black tears of glistening oil. HE HAD BEEN COMPLEATED! And Asami and Korra, where were they?
To be continued?
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Catching Lightning by enroshiva
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#7 of MakiaVi A quick scene featuring Bellatrix and Zan from my novel "MakiaVi: The Frozen King" If you want to see more of these characters and this universe, check it out here! Amazon Ebook Story commission for Pearldragon Characters are mine. - The sun was high in the sky as Zan snuck through the
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"Anthro",
"Clean",
"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"Female",
"Male",
"No-Yiff",
"Novel",
"Short",
"Short Story",
"Teasing",
"Tickling",
"Training"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145769-catching-lightning
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The sun was high in the sky as Zan snuck through the Eternal Forest. He lightly padded through the rough terrain. His eyes scanned the treetops above as he dragged his claws against a nearby tree. He darted his gaze to his right as he felt a gust of wind brush his shoulder. He flinched as another caressed his back. Zan tumbled forward and pinned his back to a tree. His eyes snapped from side to side. As far as he could see, there was nothing out of the ordinary. He let out a deep sigh and relaxed his shoulders. The tension returned as he felt something sharp tap the top of his head. "Boom. You're dead." said a voice from above.
"Dammit!" Zan yelled as he punched the air.
Bellatrix leapt from her position above Zan and landed in front of him. "You have to be quicker than that." She teased.
"Easy for you to say." Zan grumbled. "When are you going to tell me the secret to your speed?"
Bellatrix chuckled. "You know what they say about magicians."
"Well whatever it is, I'll never catch up with you." Zan crouched under the tree with a defeated look on his face.
"You are making great improvement." Bellatrix said, patting his shoulder. "Maybe you just need the right motivation."
Zan raised an eyebrow to her. "What do you mean?"
"I'll make you a deal." Bellatrix said. "If you can catch me, food is on me for the next week."
Zan's eyes lit up. "Really?" A smile spread across his face. "Oh I'm going to eat until the dining hall is empty!"
"You need to catch me first." Bellatrix said with a grin.
"Well... I guess I should get started!" Zan exclaimed as he lunged at Bellatrix. She effortlessly sidestepped his attack. Zan tumbled into the dirt behind her.
"Nice try." Bellatrix taunted as she turned to Zan. "You might have caught me if I was two thousand." Zan gritted his teeth and leapt at her again. Bellatrix ducked as Zan flew above her and crashed into a tree. "You can do better than that." She taunted. The tree cracked from Zan's impact and fell towards Bellatrix.
"Look out!" Zan cried as he tackled Bellatrix out of the way. The tree crashed into the ground behind them. Zan looked down at Bellatrix who was pinned under him. "Boom. You're dead." Zan said as he lightly poked her in the ribs with one of his claws. Bellatrix giggled a bit but quickly stifled her laughter. Zan poked her again, coaxing out another chuckle out of his target. Zan had a wry grin on his face as he started prodding up and down her ribcage. Bellatrix bursted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Stop! Stop!" She yelled through her laughs.
"What is that? I can't hear your." Zan teased.
Bellatrix twisted and pulled from Zan but his weight had her anchored to the ground. "I'll get you for this!" She cried as she kicked her heels in the dirt.
"Can't do much now can you?" Zan chuckled as pressed on with his attack. Bellatrix wildly swiped her claws at Zan but he managed to pull away from each blow. Once Zan's hands reached her abdomen, Bellatirx's laughter intensified. They turned into mild shrieks as she rolled around. The two of them were so focused on their wrestling, neither of them noticed the sparks discharging off of Bellatrix's horns. Midway through their struggling, Bellatrix electrocuted Zan with a powerful shock. His body seized up from the strike. As Zan's hands stopped, Bellatrix realized her mistake and stopped the flow of electricity.
Zan collapsed next to her with smoke coming from his body. "Oh no! Are you okay Zan!" Bellatrix yelled.
Zan laid on his side and groaned, "I'll live."
"I'm so sorry. It was just a reflex."
"It's fine." Zan grunted as he sat up. "But, you definitely owe me for that one."
"How does two weeks of food sound?" Bellatrix nervously asked.
"Sounds like you are going to have to take out a loan." Zan said with a smile.
Bellatrix helped him to his feet. "It's a small price to pay." She said. They flew high into the sky and back towards the MakiaVi.
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Fractured Memories Part 5 by dfeyder
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#15 of gift work https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3CyfrphQNU - Fractured Memories Part 5 By Dustin Feyder Commissioned by Dodish The tape plays, it looks like some time of a student/ avant-garde, expressionistic peace. The film is grainy and the images that flash by the screen seem
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"Book",
"Cat",
"Hyena",
"M/F",
"Sex",
"TV",
"movie"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148001-fractured-memories-part-5
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Fractured Memories
Part 5
By
Dustin Feyder
Commissioned by
Dodish
The tape plays, it looks like some time of a student/ avant-garde, expressionistic peace. The film is grainy and the images that flash by the screen seem softly out of focus and in gratinate grayscale. The first image on the screen is a moldy looking tome on a turntable, it starts to spin, slowly at first but then to an excessive speed. A white flash dissolve, then the image turns to what looks to be the antique mirror in the hallway, somehow the camera man stays out of frame. Next image is a boat, a barque perhaps, the image jumps nauseatingly from the side of the ship to the sails then back to the water, next to the helm in a sequence of quick cuts. Then on the screen flashes a murder of birds, then a snake of some sort, then back to the book on the turn table.
My eyes catch the faintest glances of words flickering on the spine of the screen.
"I"
"am"
"The"
"lord"
"there is no"
"escaping"
"I am"
"Everywhere"
"love"
"me"
"I am"
"truth"
"grace"
"peace"
"I"
"am"
"Cravixs"
"worship me"
The next image on screen is a candle lighting, it is a reversed shot so the lighter never comes into view, instead the flame burst to life. Trees, the sun, more words flash by
"Have"
"you"
"Seen"
"IT?"
I look to Samur to see what she thinks, she has leaned forward onto all fours sticking her tail up as she is fiddling with the TV settings trying to adjust the focus. I call to her "Samur!"
She looks over her shoulder at me wagging her tail "what?"
"what was that?" I ask
"don't know, couldn't see it."
"rewind it, I want to see it again."
Samur rewinds the tape, she plays it again, we find nothing but white noise on a second viewing Samur looks at me with a concerned gaze "I think I broke it. What was it?" Unable to find a simple way to sum it all up I shake my head and lower my ears in jittering melancholy. With a smile and a wave Samur calls to me "we can get back to this, I am still hungry."
When we go back to ground level my ears are assaulted by strange sounds, copper clanging, hissing, chattering. I watch Samur seeing if she reacts to the strange sounds, but if she can hear them she is showing no outward signs. When we reach the dining room the otherworldly echoes stop all at once.
Samur yells of Griswold, he appears in the room with some sort of alien lifeform pulled across his face. I jump out of my chair backing away manically. I point and scream to draw attention to the flesh toned scorpion like monster wrapped around Griswold's eyes, its tail clearly growing out of his back.
Griswold tucks his heand behind his back paying me no heed, Samur fails to react as well as the tow of them start talking about what is on the menu for the day. I gain my faculties and grab the chair I had leapt form with intention of smiting the intrusive alien with the utmost of zeal. Griswold places one hand on the back of my chair holding to the ground with surprisingly little effort.
Griswold ask me what I would like for my supper. I can't seem to pull my eyes away from the grotesque cancerous mass attacked to his face. Samur recommends something but my thoughts are too far distracted to tell what she had ordered. Griswold turns and vanishes into the kitchen area.
I shoot Samur a shocked glance, there is simply on way she hadn't seen what I had seen. I try to ask about it but she insist that she simply could not see what I sow. I force myself to calm. Griswold emerges for the kitchen with our food. Two bolls of boiled onion, steamed roots, and squid with ink sauce. This time Griswold is devoid of face eating parasites.
After eating Samur takes me to the library to search for anything we can on the mark we had seen earlier. Taking notice that my privet journal is running short on pages at this point I ask for another book. I come to find there is no shortage of journals to be had in the library.
Samur hovers over the spines of books for a time before turning to face me "where do we start looking?"
"Marks, churches, river gods, Cravixs, I don't know."
Samur starts picking up books "that is much ground to start with." Samur is happy to sit in the library with me diligently pureeing over books looking for any trail that could help me understand the things I am seeing. I can't help but wonder, why is she not as frightened by the mark as I am?
It is well past sundown before Samur seems to find something of interest. Like an energetic child, she leaps to her feet and pushes the books at me, she nearly lays on my back as she guilds my line of sight "the Icon of Chaos. 'Chaos is a primal goddess, the youngest of the Gardeners of Eden. she is a mother god, with the power alter life.' It seems to say."
"Alter, what does it mean alter?"
"that part is not clear."
"what about the other name Cravixs?"
Samur sits on my lap wiggling till she is comfy then leans forward to flip through the book for a few more pages looking for the name. "Cravixs is the anti-god, one of thousands of names given to the Void."
"Anti-god? Some sort of a demon?" I find myself asking.
"looks more like a negative god, a god that has the power to wish out of existence things that other gods wish into existence, a neutralizing power I guess."
"why would such a thing exist?"
"why wouldn't it? If the universe IS by necessity, and the universe see fit to create a lifeform that had all conceivable power then like and antibody the universe may have created by necessity something that has the power to take away all conceivable powers."
"then why have gods in the first place if you are going to create a god the lives to kill other gods."
"maybe the gods were part of some sort of first draft, an attempt to create a universe wherein there is space of all things, a universe where nothing isn't." Samur seems to have thought about this one before, as she already read this book and is simply remembering it as we talk?
Samur turns around sitting on my lap facing me, her lags find my hips and her arms my neck, she squirms about making me rub up her body. "is there anything else you would like me to look for so long as we are here?"
I express that we have read enough for one night. I take the book that Samur had found with the description of Chaos and Cravixs in it. I tuck the book under my arm and start to make my way back to my room with it. Samur fallows, she takes one of my arms and holds it to her side in a pseudo hug.
My hand finds her crotch, I feel around slightly playing about I feel something unexpected. When I rub past the thick firm mass between her thighs her head lifts in a pant, and I look down confused. I just came to terms with the idea that Samur is a girl but what I touched doesn't feel like anything I have seen on a girl before.
I fumble about trying to ask what I just did to her and my ignorance seems to affined the hyena, with an annoyed growl she shoves me into my bedroom then talks off in a huff. Are dogs so far removed from cat that I they have such different hardware to work with? I just hop at this point my stupidity hasn't done irreparable damage.
I lay down to read, I keep my notebook alongside me, I have decided to give this notebook a name. I am calling my new journal "The Mark" and I ingrave the cover with the 'Icon of Chaos' in obsession I record my every thought as I read from the pages of this moldy book.
Just as my eyes get to heavy to read my ears spring to life, a crackling inside the walls triggers my survival instinct, white light is bleeding past walls. I stand up and walk to the crack in the wall of my room. I look into the TV room to find the television has been moved into center frame form my hole in the wall. Yellow paint mask the screen, there is the Mark burned into the static on the screen. The screen flics back and forth between white noise and images of snakes and worms swarming.
It haunts me, it hunts me. The Mark. What does it want? What is it drawing me into? It wants me. It needs me. It whispers in my ear in a tongue I cannot speak.
I have seen it!
I have SEEN IT!
"I have seen the Mark."
Saying those words out load seems to have momentarily appeased whatever spirt hides in the dark. The TV turns itself off. My room goes dark. The night falls into silences. "I have seen the Mark." I whisper again.
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IGW Gaiden (Gift for Tokeki) by powerplayer
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Aaand I'm back. With a new Rocksteady story. I recently spoke with FA: Tokeki and got some much needed feedback and inspiration. And as thanks I wrote this for him. For those of you who are wondering yes, this is a sort of behind the scenes story to the Intergalactic Wrestling story that I did a
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"2-vs-1",
"Alien",
"Alligator",
"Anal",
"Bat",
"Gay",
"IGWF",
"Intergalactic_Wrestling",
"Leatherhead",
"M/M",
"M/M/M",
"Mild cum-inflation",
"Mutant",
"Oral",
"Rhino",
"Sex",
"Sweat",
"Uneven_odds",
"Wingnut",
"Wrestling",
"rocksteady",
"tmnt"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144133-igw-gaiden-gift-for-tokeki
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Rocksteady/Wingnut/Leatherhead
"Youse louts gotta join da Foot Clan!" Never let it be said that Rocksteady wasn't persistent. "Or els hows we gonna get dem turtles?"
Rocksteady had been after Leatherhead and Wingnut ever since he joined the IGWF. Muscle like theirs wasn't something that came along every day, he reckoned. They were the perfect fit. However, there were more than a few bumps down that merry little road Rocksteady had been skipping down.
The burly gator snorted down his nose at the thought of that. "Ut! Why would we be wantin to go an do a fool thing like that?" The other part of the 'we' he was referring to was his elsewhere partner Wingnut, a unique if flightly, alien bat who he'd meet on the circuit. "We's got it good, Wingnut and I. Who woulds we wanna go back to fightn them dar turtles when we's got us a sweet deal?"
"Its fer honor!" Rocksteady couldn't believe that he'd said that, much less meant it.
Leatherhead snorted as soon as he heard that. "Ut! You says honor but you and that pig ain't exactly determined to go back to Dimension X!"
Rocksteady rounded on him with a roar. "Hey! You leives Bebop outta dis!"
The gargantuan gator man couldn't help but smirk at the rhino's belligerence. "Ut! Well why should I? It ain't like he's here ta do anything about it!"
"OOohhhh that's it! I ain't gonna stand here an let you dis my boy! Dem's fighting words!!"
Stepping forward Rocksteady struck a finger up into Leatherhead's face. "Youse going down swamp-breath!"
Leatherhead grinned down at the belligerent rhino, liking this new turn of events. "Ut! We don't that just beat all? You took the words right outta my mouth! So how's we gonna settle dis little feud?"
"I'll tells ya! We's gonna wrestle it out! Me," Rocksteady stuck a meaty thumb at his chest, "Against both of youse!! 2 outa 3! And if I win you pack your things and go join Masta Shredder!"
The sewer gator cocked an eyebrow at that bit of bravado. "Ut! And you think that you can take on both of us?"
"I know I can swamp-breath! I don't' need nouse help to deals with ya."
"Ut! Very well den. And if, or rather I should say, WHEN we, Wingnut and I's, win, youse gotta do whatever we say."
"Deal!" Rhino hand and gator hands meet half way, their amiable handshake quickly turning into a testosterone-fueled contest. "I'll sees ya in the ring gator-breath."
"Ut! And I'll be dar!"
Leatherhead watched Rocksteady walk away, a big grin on his scaly brow. "Ut! Just you wait rhino-butt. You're gonna regret undaestimatin me. This is guarantee..."
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Hours later saw Rocksteady Leatherhead and Wingnut on opposing end of a wrestling ring, inside of one of the Foot's old gymnasiums. As he paced back and forward in his corner Rocksteady paused every now and then to glower at Wingnut and Leatherhead, nostrils blaring as he imagined the many ways he'd beat them. Briefly he wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. He quickly stifled that thought. He'd seen them fight. Knew what they were capable of and he was more than ready for them.
Leatherhead and Wingnut were across the ring from him, and were busy stretching themselves out for the impending fight. Leatherhead sported a purple eye-mask, wristbands and trunks, with a pair of purple boots with black trim and white laces. His partner Wingnut, wanting to flaunt his tightly muscled bod, sported an orange pair of trunks and some white ankle braces and wrist tape.
Rocksteady wore a mask like Leatherhead's, save for the camo hue. His trunks were similarly colored, with his brown boots rounding out his outfit.
And if anyone was there that night and saw that all three of them were packing some serious heat in those skimpy trunks.
"Ut! So how are going to do this?" The titanic gator had slid out of the corner and to the side, stretching his oversized legs.
"Youse both cans cum at me howevers youse want." Rocksteady's back was still facing them. "It ain't gonna maddar what youse do. I'am still goinsta stomp youse both."
Wingnut favored Rocksteady with a small glare over his shoulders as he stretched his shoulders and hamstrings. "Hey Leathy, what say we wreck this big paluka," he asked, turning his head towards his larger friend.
"Ut! We see little Wingy." Leatherhead had no intention on losing this bout. And, if he were to be completely honest, he'd get more than a submission out of that smarmy rhino. "I'm ready whenever you are rhino!"
"Da name's Rocksteady," snorted the rhino, "and I is gonna make sure dat youse remember it!" The boisterous rhino strode into the center of the ring, nostrils blaring.
Their stretching finished Wingnut and Leatherhead stepped out of their corner, the latter circling behind Rocksteady while the former drew the rhino's attention towards his front. His focus split between his front and back Rocksteady crept toward the ropes. In a flash of orange and blue Wingnut juked ahead of the hulking rhino, a Cheshire grin on his angular face as he stared into Rocksteady's glowering face.
The sound of thunder streaking across the canvas behind him brought Rocksteady's attention back, but not in time to stop his other, much scalier and larger, opponent from dashing behind him. Rocksteady had only a moment to register Leatherhead's presence before he felt the gator's arms lock underneath his armpits and back up over his shoulders, a grunt leaving his muzzle as he felt Leatherhead's hands locking together behind his back.
Leatherhead tightened his grip and lifted the bulking rhino into the air, guffawing into the latter's ears as he drew him off of his feet.
"Ut! We've only just started and you're already loosing! But den," his tone went deep and seductive, "Dat's what you like, isn't it," he added, humping his bulging purple package against the rhino's bubbly camo-coated ass, the latter's shivering response enticing a grin, "You just achin for me n' Wingy to have our way with you."
The aforementioned 'Wingy' had stepped forward as Leatherhead had taken Rocksteady into his grip, and was rubbing his bulging orange pouch as he watched Leatherhead rub against the rhino. With his other talon he rubbed the rhino's hulking body, licentiously twirling a claw around each of the perky dark-grey nips before trailing a claw down his bodacious bod, smirking as the sounds of the rhino's heavy, heaty moaning reached his ears.
Once his talon was on Rocksteady's gut he stopped. Then, curling his talons into a fist he launched it into Rocksteady's gut, following it up with several more in quick succession.
The sharp blows echoed throughout the room as they bounced off of Rocksteady's thick hide. After striking several more times Wingnut stopped his striking and slid his talons down the rhino's trembling form. He drew a circle around his bulging tights before wrapping his talons around them and squeezing.
Rocksteady threw his head back and moaned into the air, his movement hampered by Leatherhead's iron grip. "Ut! Is that all it takes to make you moan? Dis is gonna be easier dan I t'oguht."
Rocksteady's hips bucked forward into the bat's hand, seemingly of their own accord. A familiar pressure began to build up within his balls and Rocksteady could feel himself about to blow. Thinking quickly Rocksteady surged his hips forward and threw his legs around Wingnut's neck, squeezing the bat's head and left arm between his alabaster thighs.
"Wingy," exclaimed the bat's gator pal, the force of his exclamation relaxing his grip somewhat. Taking advantage of the slack Rocksteady slid his arms up and around the gator's head and squeezed, causing Leatherhead to release his hold. Then, almost immediately afterwards Rocksteady dropped onto the canvas, ass first, crashing the gator against his right shoulder and the bat into canvas.
Slowly Rocksteady drew himself onto his feet, absently cupping his screaming man-pouch. He looked over at the prone Leatherhead and struggling Wingnut, savoring his triumph. "I'm gonna gets youse both for that," he exclaimed, "But first..." His gaze zeroed in on the quivering blue and orange molester, "I'm gonna haves me some fun."
Reaching down Rocksteady drew one of his arms underneath Wingnut's legs and another beneath his heads and spun about, scooping the struggling bat off the canvas and hoisting him up over his shoulders. Taking one hand to the bat's chin he started to bounce, stretching Wingnut's smaller form across his shoulder blades. "Youse gonna get it now batfink!"
Zeroing in on the nearest turnbuckle Rocksteady readied himself and charged towards it, turning at the last minute so that Wingnut slammed his back into it, a strangled cry escaping the bat's mouth as he felt his back smash into the turnbuckle and his legs fly over the other side of the ropes. His lithe arms fell over his head and slid across the canvas on either side of his head.
Two big boots placing themselves on both sides of his head preceded the shadow that fell across his face. His darkened vision faded into a cascade of darkened camo as Rocksteady dropped his ass onto the bat's upturned face, giving him a huge whiff of his musky ass-crack.
"Yeah! Betcha like dat," Rocksteady exclaimed, as he rubbed his ass in Wingnut's face, ignoring the bat's ignoble moaning, "And now cums da fun part!"
Drawing his hand up Rocksteady cupped the front and back of Wingnut's prodigious bulge, groping and griping it with amused relish. The moaning bat's hips surged forward much like his own did earlier, bucking upwards in their awkward position. Seeing a growing wet spot Rocksteady leaned in and nuzzled what he knew to be his enflamed tip of his cock, drawing his tongue along the tip of the tent in the bat's trunks. He opened his mouth and swallowed as much of his clothed cock as he could, moaning from the salty-sweet taste. The alien bat's bleating against his ass stirred the rhino's lusts up something fierce; he could feel his titanic bulge pressing into the bat's upturned chest. Sliding on his hands inside of Wingnut's trunks he zeroed in on the bat's sweaty ass-crack and slid a finger inside, rubbing the insides of his sphincter with gentle, forceful strokes.
His eyes growing wide Wingnut moaned warning into Rocksteady's ass not a moment before his hips surged forward and a torrent of salty-sweet bat spunk shot out of his cock, pushing through the thick orange fabric of his trunks and down Rocksteady's greedy gullet.
The hulking rhino continued to run his finger inside of Wingnut's ass, wanting to get as much of his bat spunk as he could. Once he was satisfied Rocksteady pulled himself to his feet and drew himself away from Wingnut, his oblong tongue licking what cum had escaped his mouth back inside.
Such as it was, Rocksteady wasn't aware of Leatherhead's recovery, and was caught by surprise when the gator from the Louisiana bayous drew up behind him and threw his arms around him, pinning his own thick limbs to his sides.
"Ut! It seems dat you forgot about me," Leatherhead exclaimed as he drew Rocksteady into the air, "Now... you're gonna have to pay for that."
Rocksteady thrashed about in the hold, his legs and feet flailing about as Leatherhead tossed him to and fro, stopping only when he felt something hard press against his ass. "Ut! I'mse gonna be feeding you some a-u-thentic Louisiana gator meat, if you catch my drift. This is guarantee!"
Then, ignoring Rocksteady's renewed thrashing Leatherhead zeroed in on a nearby corner and holding Rocksteady out to his front started to run towards it, wanting to avenge his wounded companion. An errant blow to his swollen nether-regions stilled the gator's charge, a soft moan escaping his lips as his feet hobbled to a stop. Another sharp blow saw moan from Leatherhead, whose grip on Rocksteady began to slip. The captive rhino slammed the back of his boot into Leatherhead's bulging purple pouch several more times, the gator's hold weakening with every strike.
After about the 5th strike Leatherhead dropped Rocksteady, his hand suddenly preoccupied with his screaming manpouch. Rocksteady, having landed on his feet, spun around and drew the bent gator up by his chin, eyeing the quiver, moaning behemoth with a wily smile. With his other hand he pulled Leatherhead's quivering hands away from his ginormous bulge and, his eyes briefly flickering on its impressive size, grabbed the enlarged head and squeezed.
Leatherhead's yowled in pain and shock; and more than a little pleasure, a sharp twist causing him to cry out once more. "How's dat feel," Rocksteady sneered, "not so good I'se imagin."
Drawing down his free hand Rocksteady gripped one of Leatherhead's perking nipples and twisted it, soaking in the cries of pain and arousal that came from it. Then he spun around, taking Leatherhead by his cock and nip, and slammed the shivering gator into the corner that was meant for him. Holding onto Leatherhead's purple pouch Rocksteady took both of the gator's arms and threw them over the ropes. Then Rocksteady releases Leatherhead's throbbing, pulsating gator cock, only to immediately clamp onto both of his perky nipples soon after.
"Youse don't lek dat, gator breath? Well hows abot dis?" He slammed his knee into the underside of Leatherhead's cock, "Or dis? Or dis? Or dis," he continued, accentuating his questions with sharp knees to the gator's cock. "Dat don't feel so good, I'd emagin."
Leatherhead didn't answer, too tired and horny to do much more than pant and quiver. "I didn't dink so." Drawing his knee up Rocksteady dug into the underside of Leatherhead's bulging breadbasket.
Leatherhead yowled in from the new assault on his bulging sac, the rhino's heavy knee making his cock quiver. Rocksteady's hands deflected his own whenever he attempted to pull the rhino away, the digging getting worse each time. A huge wet spot began to grow on the tip of Leatherhead's quivering cloth-clad cock. Feeling himself about to blow Leatherhead gave Rocksteady's meaty forearm three quick taps, indicating his submission.
Rocksteady smirked as he registered the gator submit. "Now dat wasn't so hard, was it?"
Releasing Leatherhead's nips Rocksteady drew a hand around the top of the gator's head, spun around, and then dropped onto one knee, sending the lumbering Leatherhead flying overhead. Leatherhead landed hard in the middle of the ring, not too far from Rocksteady, grunting as his ass hit the canvas.
Seeing an opening Rocksteady stepped behind Leatherhead and brought his leg back. A sudden weight around his lower leg brought Rocksteady back and stilled his assault. Looking down he saw Wingnut's arms around his tree-trunk leg. He tried to kick him off but the bat wouldn't let go, and only seemed to hold tighter.
Then, clutching tightly onto Rocksteady's leg Wingnut drew himself up, his stance wobbly and uneven. "Youse got some guts batfink," Rocksteady moaned, "I louke dat. Here," he reached out and took Wingnut's arms, bringing them up to his sides, "Pose fer me." He stepped around Wingnut, forgetting about Leatherhead, moving the bat's arms either which way, trying to get him to pose and flex. And Wingnut, too addled to put up much a resistance, did as he was told, flexing his bulging arms for the larger male, standing as surest as he could on unsteady legs.
Rocksteady walks around him, admiring the bat's perky bod. He stops behind him, eyeing his chiseled backside, and drop to his knees, homing in on Wingnut's perky ass. Sliding his hands downward he stops at the bat's bubbly orange-clad cheeks, cupping them and giving them an admiring rub. Then he leans in, eyes closed as if to take an admiring whiff of his ass. His arm suddenly rears back and swings underneath the bat's legs, his forearm smashing against the bat's moistened breadbasket.
Wingnut let's out a quick yip as his hands fly onto his bulge and cup his battered balls, sinking onto his knees and sliding his upper-body forward. His perky orange ass hangs in the air, with his talons visibly cupping his balls underneath.
Rocksteady takes a moment to admire the view, licking his lips as his hands rubbing his sweaty chest and throbbing bulge. Giving into his lusts Rocksteady stepped forward, pulling out his leaking cock. A pair of arms threw themselves around Rocksteady's chest, once again pinning his arms to his sides. Then they drew him against a scaly chest Rocksteady was all too familiar with.
"Ut! You ain't gonna be doing anything do my little buddy," Leatherhead cried, as he pulled Rocksteady away from the downed bat and swung him around, "This I guarantee!"
Leatherhead felt Rocksteady thrash about again, his legs flying every which way. Not wanting to become the rhino's bitch again Leatherhead pulled his arms to the rhino's sides and threw himself onto the canvas, using the impact to bounce off of the latter's body and onto his back.
Rocksteady yowled as his fat cock slammed against the canvas. Flipping onto his back Rocksteady tossed from side-to-side, cupping his injured cock and swollen scrotum. After the pain had ebbed Rocksteady laid on his back with the other two, their heavy breathing resounding in his ears.
All three of them picked themselves up at the same time, though their movement was slow and their stances uneven. Leatherhead was the first to rise, followed by Rocksteady, with Wingnut still on his knees. Eyeing the gator's larger form rise beside him Rocksteady turned to face him, turning his back to Wingnut. Reaching upwards the bat swung upwards between his knees, Rocksteady's thighs clamping down him just before he could connect.
Rocksteady grinned over his head at Wingnut. "Didn't dink dat I forgots abouts youse," he quipped, as he gave the arm between his legs a little shake, "Now did yas? Now be a good little batfink whils I takes cares of your gator-breath."
Rocksteady turned just in time to see Leatherhead's fist flying towards him. He was able to block it with his arm, but not the one that followed. The blow rocked Rocksteady to his core. Leatherhead followed it up with several more sharp blows to the chest, the rhino's grip on Wingnut weakening with every strike, the bat eventually being able to slip free.
The sound of a sharp blow reached Wingnut's ear and he looked up to see Rocksteady stumbling backwards. Sitting himself up on his hands and knees Wingnut angled his back to Rocksteady. Seeing this Leatherhead stepped forward and pushed Rocksteady over, sending the leaking mutant flying backwards, his thick cock slinging pre-cum as he fell backwards. Rocksteady landed on his back with a loud thud, heaving and panting.
Leatherhead pulled Wingnut onto his feet. Then the two took to either side of the downed rhino and grabbed either of his legs. Then as one they dropped to the ground, each of them holding one of Rocksteady's legs. Placing one foot against the rhino's side and another against each other's feet, with Leatherhead providing a little bit of slack for his smaller buddy, the two held tightly onto the leg nestled against their chest and started to pull.
Rocksteady cried out as pain shot through his legs, his lusts seemingly subsumed by the shocks of pain that coursed throughout his being as his fists flailed against the canvas. Bending forward he sought to stop either Leatherhead or Wingnut but was unable to reach them and the pain sent him crying back onto the canvas. After several more failed attempts Rocksteady brought his arms up and tapped the canvas 3 times, signifying his submission.
"Ut! Hear that Wingy," Leatherhead quipped, "Looks like our friend here wants to surrender."
"Then it's tied now," Wingnut chuckled, "Now let's have that tie breaker."
The two rose to their feet, releasing Rocksteady's legs as they did. Rocksteady's legs hit the canvas with a loud crash, tiny tremors coursing his prone form as he struggled against the pain. A flash of orange and blue crossed his left side and then his right. Looking up he saw Wingnut standing over him. The bat returned his gaze before dropping his ass on his chest with a moan-inducing whomp. Rocksteady felt the bat's wet pouch against his cheek, shivering as the bat ever-so-slowly drew himself down his body; across the center of his heaving breasts and down his glistening muscle-gut, with his pert little ass nestling itself against his leaking oblong meat-stick.
A large shadow then stretched across Rocksteady's heaving form and before he could so much as look up his other opponent dropped himself onto the chest, just like the bat did, his obtusely larger organ blotting out his vision.
"Ut! Dis boy, he down for da count!" Grabbing both sides of Rocksteady's face Leatherhead brought them up against the underside of his manpouch. "Ut! You getting a whiff of dat, punk? Dat's what victory smells like."
"You can say that again," quipped Wingnut, as he rubbed his ass against Rocksteady's rock hard cock, making him moan into Leatherhead's purple pouch, "But I think that he wants a little more don't you?"
"Ut! I'll bet you're right, little Wingy!" Then Leatherhead drew his hands into his purple pouch. "Now why don't we go'n give him 'a little more'?"
Pulling his trunks back Leatherhead let his thick leaking meat-stick drop onto Rocksteady's face, letting the rhino watch as it swelled right in front of him. "Ut! Now," he said down to Rocksteady, "You treat this good," he gripped his cock, "and o'Wingy back dar," and Wingnut responsively wiggled his ass against Rocksteady's rock hard cock again, "Will do da same. Now, let's see if we can't get that second pin outta ya."
Rocksteady watched as Leatherhead brought himself up and stretched himself out across his field of vision, the gator's big booted heels propping themselves over to the rhino's side while his thick gator cock dangled overhead. As this was going on Rocksteady felt Wingnut nestle against his dick, the sudden brush of air telling him that that the bat had removed himself. A soft gasp escaped Rocksteady's' mouth as he felt something graze against the tip of his cock, giving the gator the opening to thrust his own meaty dong into the rhino's mouth. Rocksteady had just enough time before Leatherhead pushed his cock inside to see Wingnut's ass swallow his cock, the sudden rush of heat and lust making him moan around the gator's thick cock.
Leatherhead let out a sharp grunt of relief as he felt the heat of the rhino's mouth roll over his meaty dong. Keeping his movements slow but steady Leatherhead started to pump his cock into Rocksteady's mouth, his meaty ass quenching within his tight trunks as he brought his hips up and down, his eyes glazing over from the rhino's surprisingly supple oral skills.
Wingnut meanwhile was busy with the rhino's thick cock, his ass having greedily devoured it. He too started a rhythm, grunting as he slowly drew his ass up Rocksteady's thick cock and back down, his fat ass smacking against the rhino's fat sac. Whenever he'd rise he'd stop just as the crown of Rocksteady's cock grazed the entrance of his pert ass and massaged the enflamed tip with his ass muscles, making the bloated rhino moan with lust. He'd then slowly slide back down, his ass wiggling all the while, and smack against the rhino's expansive chest, smirking as he's fingers teased the rhino's big grey sac and made him quiver with desire.
The rhino himself was busy sucking on Leatherhead's fat dong, his throat dissenting from the massive amounts of pre-cum that the gator spewed out. He himself was pre-cuming like crazy; between the bat's bouncing and teasing he could feel copious amounts of pre dripping down his balls. His hips, having taken to surging into Wingnut's tight hole, hardly felt like his own anymore; whenever the bat would rise so would they, only to fall when the bat slid back down and nestled that pert little ass of his invitingly against his balls.
An all too familiar pressure mounted within Rocksteady's balls, which he could feel clamp up against his cock. Rocksteady sighed in relief around Leatherhead's meaty dong as Wingnut went back down and stayed there, his quivering insides breaking down the last vestiges of resistance. With a buck of his hips and a moan of completion Rocksteady felt himself go, load after load of his thick rhino essence surging up through his defeated meat-stick and deep into the guts of the bat. His hips bucked upwards as even more of his seed came gushing out, the bat's insides quivering against his rhino cock enticing even more of his seed from his meaty balls.
A soft moan below him followed by the sound of something soft and wet splashing itself across his chest told him that Wingnut had cum as well. The insides of the bat's ass spasmed violently, devastating his thick cock.
Above him Leatherhead had started to moan, the cock in his throat beginning to quiver. Pulling himself up Leatherhead turned and seated himself on Rocksteady's' cock, seemingly oblivious to the seed that had just been spilt there. Rocksteady looked up to see the gator's quivering visage as he jerked furiously on his cock. It wasn't long afterward that he saw Leatherhead's balls cramp up and heard him cry out to some nameless deity as he came all over his face. Load after load of thick gator spunk shot forth, coating both Rocksteady's' head and the ring around it, white with his seed. Some of, or rather a lot of, the gator's seed found itself going into the rhino's mouth, with the latter furiously swallowing the thick seed that spewed forth.
Rocksteady came down shortly before Wingnut, the latter's head slumping into the small of Leatherhead's back as his own orgasm died down. Wingnut righted himself soon after, pulling off of Rocksteady's softening cock, watching absently as it slumped down between his legs and over his empty balls.
"Looks like we really enjoyed himself," he quipped, "Eh buddy?"
Leatherhead couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Ut! I reckon dat he did, little buddy. Now," and he pointed down to his own rock hard cock, "Care to help me out?"
Wingnut eyed the oblong cock and beamed up at its owner. "With pleasure!" And with that he went down, following Leatherhead as he sat on Rocksteady's heaving bod, his thick leaking cock waving itself about. Crouching onto his knees Wingnut bent over the rhino's heaving form and swallowed Leatherhead's leaking cock, taking it in all the way to the base. He didn't bob his head but once or twice before Leatherhead's cock fired itself off again, the gator crying out as he came. Wingnut made sure to swallow as much as he could, with very little of it escaping his mouth. He reached forward and groped at Leatherhead's quivering sac, enticing as much seed as he could from the lumbering behemoth.
Leatherhead's orgasm trailed on for some time, with the bat's belly visibly inflating from all the seed. Eventually it began to trail off, with the gator's softening cock slipping out of the bat's mouth. Leatherhead's body quivered as Wingnut took his cock into hand and licked it clean, grunting from the hefty discharge. Leaning forward Leatherhead took Wingnut by the head and kissed him, the taste of his seed and the bat's saliva on the bat's lips. He pulled the bat up and away from the prone rhino, who had regained some of his vitality.
"Ut. It looks like someone's ready for a second round." Reaching down he pulled Rocksteady up to his feet, with Wingnut propping up the rhino's other shoulder. The pair then walked an unsteady Rocksteady out of the ring, with the rhino stirring as they stepped out of the ropes.
"Ey," he started, as he looked about and saw bat and gator on either arm, "Wha's goin on? Where's we going?"
Leatherhead answered him first. "Ut! We still haven't gotten that second quit from you, rhino-brain."
"So sit back big boy," followed Wingnut, "The night's still young. And who knows, maybe after we're through, you'll be the one on top..."
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Ander slowly started to rise, a loose coil of rope still dangling from his hand. It felt like he was caught in a terrible dream where everything came to pass at only half the speed, like he was stuck deep underwater and had to fight and push with every ounce of strength just to move a single inch, all so he could take in every excruciating detail as some kind of torture.
As his head rose above the cot where his unconscious mother had lain mere moments ago, half dead, her arms and legs hanging limply over the sides, the first things he saw were the rows of faces caught in the harsh glow of the firepit in the tent's centre, all of them Wolves, half of them on cots identical to the one taking up so much of Ander's vision, half of them lying on thick blankets spread on the floor. Half of them were propped up on their elbows, their gazes directed at the screaming horror playing out before them, their eyes widening with the same, terrible slowness as everything else. The other half were unconscious. Red spots of blood seeped through layers upon layers of bandages, wrapped around heads and arms and legs, Wolves who had come to kill, but had been saved instead. Wolves who did not yet even know of the great mercy that had been bestowed upon them.
Sarah and Bethany were just to his right. Sarah had both hands covering her mouth to stifle a scream, but her eyes alone were more than enough to convey her shock even in complete silence. Bethany had one hand placed over her heart and was reaching out with the other, as if to grab something that was no longer there, and Ander knew exactly what that 'something' had been.
His little brother, Hezzi, Fast Paws, had leapt over the cot at the last second, even before Ander had fully struck the ground, and inserted himself between Kiana and the raving lunatic his mother had become. Just like with most things, he did it without thinking. His body moved before his brain could tell him to slow down, that maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world. He had acted with his heart, and Ander knew, even before his eyes cleared the cot's wooden frame, that he had paid dearly for his selflessness.
Still feeling like he was pushing against a heavy flow of water, still feeling like he was drowning on dry land, Ander finally stood upright and saw exactly what had happened.
The pain tearing through his heart and mind was so intense he couldn't even find his voice to scream.
Mother was holding Hezzi close to her body, embracing him, gently rocking back and forth. They were both down on the ground, kneeling in a pool of blood. It had splashed everywhere: all down Hezzi's front and across Mother's arms.
There was a pair of scissors sticking out of Hezzi's neck, right where it joined with his shoulder, pinning his scarf to his body. It had gone in almost all the way up to the finger loops, coating the metal in a slick red sheen that caught the dancing flames within their depths, curving and elongating them into twisting, screaming faces of light and shadow.
His eyes were half-open, like he had stayed up all night and was on the verge of falling asleep.
"Hezzi!!" Mother screamed. "Hezziiii!! Oh Cora I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Kiana was down on the ground with Denko, the both of them staring up at the scene in disbelief. Denko scooted all the way back until he struck the next cot down the line, and he was trying to pull Kiana with him, but she was like a dead weight, completely frozen in place.
She slowly shook her head and a single tear ran down her face and across her trembling lip. She mouthed a single word, and that word was simply: *No...*
"Hezzi? Hezzi!" Mother gave him a brief shake, but Hezzi showed no response. She patted his body, searching, feeling, leaving bright red handprints all across his chest and shoulders, until she finally found the scissors.
"No, don't!" Bethany screamed and made to rush around the cot, but the moment she took that first step, any semblance of sanity Shekka might have had simply vanished.
"You stay away from us! *Murderer*!" she shrieked and ripped the scissors out in a fountain of blood. Metal screaked against bone and Hezzi's eyes flew open. He tried to scream, but all he could produce was a slow dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth. His scarf was absolutely saturated with it.
"Oh dear gods what have you done!?" So strong was Bethany's conviction, her drive to help those in pain, that she didn't even stop to contemplate the danger she was putting herself in. She simply grabbed the nearest handful of rags and rushed forward without a thought.
"*Murderer!*" Shekka swung the scissors through the air, and if Sarah hadn't been there to pull her back at the last second, the wicked tip would have lodged itself in Bethany's stomach.
They both stumbled back and nearly fell, staring in horror as Shekka brandished the scissors like a knife, swinging wildly at the faintest of sounds, screaming in a barely understandable mix of the Old and New Tongues. She retreated much like Denko had done, scooting backwards while dragging Hezzi along with her, until her back hit the side of the tent.
Ander didn't know what to do. A thousand different thoughts crashed together in his head, and none of them were of any help.
Hezzi seemed to be completely out of it, but for just a moment, those silver eyes locked onto his.
*I'm scared, Ander.*
Ander bit down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood and stepped around the cot, flipping it over onto its side to make more room.
"Ander, wait!" Bethany grabbed his elbow "She'll kill you!"
Ander shrugged her off without a word. Right now, all that he could see was a glistening trail of blood and the two Wolves at the end of it.
"Put down the scissors, Mother," he said. "Bethany is a healer. She can still save him, I know she can, but only if you let her."
Shekka didn't give any indication that she had heard him. She simply kept on rocking her youngest back and forth, like she was living in her own little world.
"I'm sorry, Hezzi," she whispered into her son's ear and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so sorry. Baiya yamre, please? Baiya yamre. I'm so, so sorry, Hezzi..."
"Damnit, Mother, he's not dead, but if you keep pushing us away then he will be, and *you'll be the one who killed him*!" Ander shouted, taking even himself by surprise.
Shekka looked at him. He knew she couldn't actually *see* him, at least not in the way of reality, but she was looking at him regardless. But that begged the question: if she could not see with her rancid eyes, then what was she looking at? If she was as blind as he knew her to be, then what did her dead gaze see when she looked him in the eye?
What did she *see*?
"I'm the one who kills him, you say?" She did not scream, she did not shriek, but neither did she speak calmly. She spoke like one caught in a trance, stuck between waking and dreaming.
Ander didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Every muscle in his body went tense and he shifted his feet farther apart. He kept his eye on the glint of the scissors, swaying back and forth at the end of her arm, and lowered his head, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. If he could just grab them or knock them out of her hand, then maybe Hezzi could still make it out of this alive. Ander didn't care that she had gone insane. He didn't care that those scissors might end up lodged inside his throat. All he cared about was the look in his little brother's halflidded eyes, the look that said so plainly: *please, please help me*.
But then something happened he could not foresee, something so unthinkable he couldn't believe it even as he saw it happening.
Shekka took the scissors and pressed the tip right up against Hezzi's throat. "Maybe you're right, Ander," she said, speaking in that same far-off, dreamy voice. "Maybe I should."
All the blood in Ander's veins turned to ice. "What are you doing, Mother?"
"Don't call me that." Shekka pressed the scissors even harder against her son's throat, making the tip vanish between the red, sticky spikes of his fur.
Ander instinctively held up his hands, even though he knew the gesture was wasted on the blind. "All right, all right, I'll just call you Shekka, is that okay?"
She pulled Hezzi a little bit closer, so they were cheek to cheek, and said something that didn't seem to have any bearing on Ander's question. "It wouldn't be the first time. He's gone because of me. He didn't leave me, I pushed him away. I did it."
Bethany stepped forward and mouthed Hezzi's name, waving until she caught his fleeting attention. She took her hand, mimed placing it over shoulder, and whispered: "\_Hard.\_Understand?"
Hezzi closed his eyes, opened them again, and watched as Bethany repeated the gesture. For a while it looked like he didn't get it, but then, with great effort, he managed to cover his wound and squeeze down hard, gritting his teeth against the pain. The blood slowed down, but there was still a good trickle flowing between his fingers, staining his scarf a crimson so deep it bordered on black, and Ander wasn't sure how much time (if any) that had bought them.
"What do you think, Hezzi?" Shekka asked. "We can walk the Path together, just you and me. We can go see your father. Would you like that?"
Hezzi swallowed, and when he opened his mouth to speak, Ander saw that the inside was a bright red. "I don't want to go down the Path yet," he said. His voice was small and weak.
"I missed you so much, Hezzi." Shekka ran the scissors up and down his throat, making the bloody fur bend and spring back against the steel. "It'll only hurt for a moment, and then we can be together forever. Mother and son. Maybe Banno is there, too. Waiting for us. We'll be a family again."
Hezzi swallowed, and Ander actually saw the shining blades undulate against his neck. "I'll... miss... Renna..." he struggled to get the words out through all the blood coating his mouth. "And Ander... and everyone..."
"They don't matter, Hezzi. None of them matter. It's just you and me. You can apologise in the next world for leaving me, and I can apologise for pushing your father away. You'll get down on your knees, and I'll get down on mine. I will forgive you, and he will forgive me. Everything will be right again. There will be no sin or pain. Neither of us will ever need to feel alone, I promise you."
"But... I'm \_not\_alone..."
"Ssshhh, Hezzi..."
"I have Ander. He's my brother. I have Renna. She... I really like her, Mother. I like her a lot. And she likes me back. I have Nilia, and Dan, and Mellah and Sorrin. I have Kiana and Layla and Bethany-Kai and Rufio-Sai and Sarah-Kai. They're my friends. They helped me so much. I don't want to die, Mother. I don't want to leave..."
"Ander is not your brother, Hezzi. He is not family. He is an imposter. His whole life is a lie. He is nothing more than the spawn of sin. Renna does not like you. She is simply using you. She was sharp enough to see which way the wind was blowing, and she latched onto you like a tick because she knew you were strong. Nilia and her ilk are no different. They're not really your friends. They're not even friends to each other. They merely banded together because they would have died otherwise. And the rest... they are nothing but filthy, cowardly Foxes. They sneak around behind your back and steal what is most precious to you. They are not your friends. They are thieves and whores."
"Ander \_is\_my brother!" Hezzi insisted. "He \_is\_family! He always keeps his promises! He always helps me out! He's always there for me when I need him, and that means he's my brother, no matter what you say!"
"Hezzi."
"You think Renna uses me? That she relies on me? She saved my life twice! If anything, I'm the one who relies on her!"
A large gout of blood suddenly spilled from Hezzi's mouth and even more came pouring from his nostrils. He choked and coughed, and Ander was barely able to restrain himself from charging in. If he acted rashly, or if Shekka so much as heard an unexpected sound, there was no way to predict how she might react.
Hezzi swallowed. "The others... You don't understand because you don't have any, but they are my friends, and I love them."
Shekka grabbed a handful of his hair and gave his head a sharp jerk backwards, exposing his neck. "They don't love you the way I do! Their poison can never come close to what a mother can feel for her son!" Her lips brushed against his ear with every word. "Everything I've done, I've done it for you, Hezzi. All the sacrifices I've made, all the pain I've endured, I did it all for you. Even now, when you treat me so coldly..." She pressed the scissors right beneath his jawline, where the flesh was soft and weak. "...I do it out of love."
That was the moment Ander would have acted, that was the moment he would have made a grab for those scissors, and that was the moment he almost surely would have caused his little brother's death, had Sarah not elbowed him out of the way.
"Sarah, what -"
Sarah squared her stance, placed her hands on her hips, took a deep breath and thundered: "That is the biggest *CROCK* I've ever heard!"
The silence following her words was almost eerie. The wind still howled outside and made the walls of the tent flutter and flap. The firepit still crackled. Wolves still held their breath and shifted uncomfortably beneath the blankets they had been given. But all of that seemed to come from far away, like they weren't even a part of this world anymore.
Ander was frozen in place, his eyes locked onto the spot where the cruel tip of those scissors pressed against his little brother's neck. There was a small drop of fresh blood flowing down the bottom blade, but Sarah's outburst seemed to have stopped Shekka's hand. At least for now.
Those dead, white eyes shifted ever so slightly, and Ander knew it was no trick of the light. She was looking directly at Sarah, and her mouth slowly widened into a bitter smile.
"I was wondering when you would open your filthy mouth," she said. "Seducer of Wolves. Breaker of families. I know who you are. I know *what* you are. You will never -"
"*Shut up!*" Sarah screamed. "You dare speak of love while you hold a blade to your own son's neck? You have no idea what love is!"
"*Love is pain!*" Shekka screamed back. "That's what love is, you clueless bitch! Love is giving your heart away, piece by piece, until you have nothing left! But you don't even mind. You're happy to give those pieces away. You give them to your mate, the one you lie with every night, the one who holds you in the dark, the one who comforts you when you're sad. You give those pieces to your sons, the ones who come running up to you, crying their heads off because they fell and scraped their knees! The ones who keep bickering and fighting until you pull them apart! The ones who sometimes hug you for no reason other than because they wanted to! You give it all, because they're your family and you love them! You give away your heart, piece by bleeding piece, and what do you get in exchange? You get to watch them take those pieces and throw them to the ground. You get to watch them step on the beating fragments and grind them to a pulp beneath their heels. And then you get to watch them spit on whatever's left! That's what love is, Sarah of the Foxes! It slowly kills you from the inside out, devouring you, making you hollow, making you Empty!"
Sarah listened to it all without a word, waiting patiently, and when she was sure that Shekka was finished, she slowly shook her head. "Love can hurt," she admitted, "but that is no excuse to hurt the ones we love."
Shekka giggled. It was a high-pitched sound, dripping with insanity. "I know all about that. I know all about hurting the ones I love. Tell me, Sarah..." Those eyes, those putrid, white eyes, wide open, unblinking. "Did you love Kadai? Did you love him with all your heart?"
Sarah frowned. "Back when I was a stupid young girl, yes. I did love him."
"Not as much as me, I can guarantee you that. Do you want to know just how much I loved him? Hmm? Do you?"
Ander's fingers opened and closed, opened and closed. His claws dug into his palms and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, despite the cold temperature. Right now, they were all stuck in an uneasy equilibrium where none of them could act or move forward. While Shekka was still talking, Hezzi was safe, but the longer this dragged on, the weaker he would become.
Something had to be done, but what? He didn't want to risk making a mad grab for those scissors, but neither did he want to stand around doing nothing while his little brother slowly bled to death before his very eyes.
Ander scanned the tent, taking in every scrap of information, looking for anything that might be of use, trying desperately to come up with some kind of plan.
Maybe if he could get outside, he could grab a length of firewood or something and knock her out through the canvass. That was risky, though. She might hear him try to sneak out and decide to end things early. And even if he did make it outside, he wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside. His attack might fail to knock her out (or miss completely) and that would be the end right there. It was all just too uncertain.
*What if I use an axe instead?*
The thought hung in Ander's mind like a spider from a thread, fat and bulbous and dripping with venom.
*An axe...*
He swept it away, absolutely horrified at himself. Why did it always come down to this? To kill or let die? There had to be some other way! He was the one who dug her out of the snow! Did he really save her life only to put Hezzi's in danger? Was all of this his fault yet again? Was killing her the only way out?
Going from life to death to life to death, carrying the choice in one hand and the aftermath in the other. It was enough to drive anyone insane.
So Ander stood there, powerless, trying to think of a plan that could save them both, praying that no one would come inside this tent. Hell, praying that no one would sneeze.
But still, the thought remained, hanging from its silken thread...
Sarah's hand slowly crept up to the neckline of her dress, but, realising that she was reverting to her old habit, she forced it back down again. "How much did you love him?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and even, but it was obvious that this was a difficult subject for her, and Shekka picked up on it immediately.
Her smile widened against Hezzi's neck, making it look like she was about to forgo the scissors and tear out his throat with her bare teeth instead, like a wild animal. "I loved him so much that, when I learned of his betrayal, I gathered some very special mushrooms. Holy mushrooms. The Cora's mushrooms. I ground them up. Added just a tiny splash of water. Made them into a fine paste. It had a soft aroma, like the forest floor after a quick shower in the springtime. It smelled a bit like you, Hezzi." She buried her nose right up against the spot where the scissors had pierced his flesh and breathed deeply. When she drew back, there was a dab of blood on her lips. She clearly wasn't in her right mind, but Ander couldn't help but shudder when her tongue snaked out and licked it off.
*Focus, Ander! Think! Maybe you can distract her, get her attention, or maybe just talk to her, convince her to stop this madness!*
Ander's thoughts were still racing through his head when Shekka said something that stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I took that paste and rubbed it into some venison, then I chopped the venison into cubes and soaked them some more. I made them bathe in it. I made them suck it all up."
Cubed venison. That was Father's favourite food.
Mushrooms that smelt of earth and rain, the same scent that sometimes drifted through the doctoring tent, a subtle undertone to all the blood and vomit and noxious medicines.
"I put them on a plate..."
The bottom dropped out of Ander's stomach. His legs went weak and a wave of nausea washed through his body. If he had eaten anything prior to this terrible night, he would have retched it up right then and there. "No... please, no..." he begged, unable to believe this could possibly be going where his tired mind insisted it must be going, but Shekka simply continued with her story, speaking from deep inside her blackened dream of the past.
"I took them to Kadai. He was no longer my mate, my love, my one. In my eyes, he was now only the betrayer *you* had turned him into, Sarah of the Foxes."
Sarah looked to Ander. It was only a glimpse, but in that glimpse he could see her confusion turn to fear, perhaps because of the look on his own face.
"I watched him eat," Shekka said. "I watched him take every bite. When he was done, he said it was delicious, and I was happy he enjoyed it."
Hezzi blinked his bleary, half-seeing eyes and turned his head. Every movement seemed so slow and painful. "Mother?" he whispered.
"Do you know what happened then, Sarah of the Foxes? Did my little boy tell you all about it? The pain and suffering your sin brought upon our family?"
Hezzi tried again, but it was getting very difficult for him to speak now. His words came out in a barely audible whisper. "What are...?"
"That's enough, Shekka!" Ander said. "We get it! You don't have to say any more than that!"
Shekka ignored him. "Blood came out of his mouth and nose... from his ears... even from his eyes. I know how that feels, to weep blood. It's not like tears. It's thicker. It sticks your eyelids shut. Your whole world turns a reddish brown, if you can still see anything at all. It's because the Cora Himself resides within those mushrooms. He punishes the wicked and rewards the faithful. He makes you see your sin and vomit it back out. It's both the final blessing and the final payment before you get to walk the Path."
"M... Mother...?" Hezzi coughed a bright splatter of blood across her face, but Shekka didn't even notice. "Did... did you...?"
Twin lines of tears spilled from her dead eyes and flowed down her cheeks, cutting through her son's blood like a blade. "Yes, Hezzi. I told your father I loved him. Then I poisoned him. And then I watched him die a slow and painful death."
Ander had to grab hold of the overturned cot to keep himself steady. Sarah was frozen in place.
Hezzi slowly shook his head. "No..." he said. "No..." The same word, over and over again, an irrevocable denial, an outright rejection.
"Yes. I killed him. I *murdered* him." As if to seal her confession, Shekka pressed her lips against his cheek. Hezzi tried to pull away, but he had nowhere to go. Forced to endure a kiss from the she-wolf who had ended his father's life, he closed his eyes and wept bitterly.
"Hezzi..." Ander wanted nothing more than to pull him away from that demented woman and hold him close, give him a real hug instead of that snare Shekka had bound him in, but she still had those scissors pressed against his neck, pushing so hard that the tip occasionally dented the skin beneath his fur.
Shekka's eyes flew open and came to a stop on Sarah's once again. "But I wasn't alone. You were right there with me every step of the way, Sarah of the Foxes. For a normal Wolf trying to forget, they might see the source of their pain every time they blink, every time they close their eyes, every time they lay down their head to dream, but for me it was very different. I could see you every second of every day, dancing naked in the dark. I could see you looking back at me with contempt. I could see you and Kadai coming together, becoming one in the way of the flesh, right in front of me, and I could do nothing but watch as he kissed you and told you how much he loved you more than me! *More than me*!! The one who gave her life for him! And you... you would lie there and you would look at me and you would smile... oh, how you would smile... You would reach up and pull him in close and you would kiss him but you would still be looking at me, looking at me and smiling, like you were deriving more pleasure from my pain than from my mate's flesh!"
Sarah was speechless. Her hand had gone back up to her neckline, and this time she didn't even try to stop it. It squeezed compulsively, bunching up the fabric, all while her lip trembled and tears shone in her eyes.
"You were there when I ground up the mushrooms. You were there when I infused his food. You were there when I gave it to him. You were there when I watched him eat. You were there when he began to bleed. You were there when I took my last son and led him to his father's deathbed. You were there when I watched him breathe his last. Only this time... *I* was the one smiling."
Sarah had bunched up her dress so tightly that it was beginning to dig into her neck. "Why?" she asked. "That was over twenty years ago! Why... Why would you do such a thing? Just *why*!?"
Shekka tilted her head and her cheek made a soft rubbing noise against Hezzi's. It was a sound that ordinarily would have been touching, but was now made disgusting by the wet, caked on mess of drying blood and tears. "It was so I could bring a weakling into power, a weakling who thirsted for blood just as much as I did, even if not for the same reasons. I killed by the power of my own hands, and doomed many others to fall by the hands of their enemies, all for this, all for the opportunity to face the one who ruined my life, to show her what her sinful love has done to me! Well, here I am, Sarah of the Foxes. Take a good look at what your sinful flesh has wrought. Look at me. *Look at me!*"
Sarah took a frightened step back. "No..."
"Everything that happened here tonight, all the pain and misery and death, all of it grew out of love! It was love that drove my Kadai to sin, and it was love that drove me to set things right! It was love that struck me blind and love that broke my heart! It was love that brought my first son back and it was love that carried us through the mountain! It was love that killed so many of my people and it was love that made me not care! It was love that brought me here to this moment, holding my youngest in my arms, and it will be love that sends us on our way, because that is what love truly is, Sarah of the Foxes! We come into this world by love and by love we are taken out, because love is pain and pain is love! There is no difference in the end!"
Sarah slowly opened her fist and the fabric of her dress bloomed outwards like a wilted flower, full of wrinkles and creases. "That's not what love is..." she said, shaking so badly she could barely get the words out. "That's not what love is at all! Love isn't pain, and neither does it make pain! Love is what takes the pain *away*! When I almost gave up all hope, it was love that saved me from myself! When I was on the verge of death, it was love that gave me the strength to keep going! It was love that pushed me through the wind and the rain! It was love that forced me to put one foot in front of the other, even though I was bleeding, even though I was certain I would die inside the mountain where my baby was given to me, and it was love that made me give my baby back! When my days grew dark and I felt that I was all alone, it was love that made those days liveable again! It was love that gave me the strength and the courage to go on living despite the pain! That's what true love is, Shekka! Love is strength! You said that everything you've done, you've done out of love, and that your love is no different from pain, but if that's true, then that also means that everything you've done, you've done out of *pain*! It was pain that drove Kadai into my arms, and it was pain that drove you to revenge! It was pain that struck you blind and pain that broke your heart! It was pain that brought your son back and it was pain that carried you through the mountain! It was pain that killed so many of your people and it was pain that made you numb! It was pain that brought you here to this moment, holding Hezzi in your arms, but I will be damned if I let your pain touch even a hair on that boy's head, Shekka of the Wolves! Because that is not what love is! Everything you've done and everything you've said, none of it is love. It is despicable selfishness! Nothing more!"
They waited, all of them too scared to say a word, but Shekka remained deathly silent. The loudest thing in the entire tent was the laboured sound of Hezzi's breathing.
Was she thinking about what she was doing? What she was truly doing? Ander couldn't know for sure, but what he did know was that both of these women, both of them his mothers in their own way, had given him a lot to think about.
In their own way, were not both of them telling the truth? To Sarah, Shekka's words were evil and twisted, and they were, of that there was no doubt, but were Sarah's words not just as twisted to Shekka's ears? The product of naivety and fanciful thinking? They were as different from each other as fish were from birds. To a fish, the river meant life, the river meant happiness. It was a place of cool waters and smooth stones. But the sky... To a fish, the sky was only a painful death. It meant drying out on a sandy riverbed, suffocating under the scorching sun, slowly being devoured by the ants crawling all over her eyes. But to a bird, the sky was freedom, the sky was joy. It was white clouds and fragrant winds. To a bird, it was the river that meant death. To a bird, the river was a maelstrom where her wings could not save her, a black abyss that pulled her down to the bottom, where she would gasp for air but find none, and slowly drown while staring at the shining fragments of the broken sun high above the surface of the water, forever out of reach.
Was the bird right and the fish wrong? Or was it the fish that was right and the bird that was wrong? Were they both wrong?
No. They had different ways of seeing the world because to each of them the world was a very different place.
But if there was no 'right' or 'wrong' way to see the world, no 'true' or 'false', only different versions of the same thing seen through different eyes, then...
What did 'love' mean to him?
Did it mean pain or strength?
Or something different?
"I did not know what would happen to me when I woke up on the wrong side of the mountain," Ander said. He had no idea why he was saying this or what he hoped to accomplish with it, but the words came regardless, pouring out of him with surprising force. "It was my first time away from home, and I was scared. Even more than that, I was ashamed. I had killed my own brother, and a part of me believed that I did not deserve to open my eyes when he could not. But within the first day... no, within the first *minute*, I found a love I never knew existed. It was everywhere I looked, even though it was too early for me to understand. It was in Layla's eyes and the way she gasped and ran off to find her father the moment I started moving. It was in the bandages around my hand and even in the blanket that slid off my body when I sat up. It was in the way Rufio questioned me, making sure I wouldn't be a threat to his family. It was in the way Bethany could look after me and scold me at the same time. And most of all..."
Ander looked to Kiana. The hem of her dress was torn and frayed, a testament to the bandage around his head, and the love he felt for her was so intense it bordered on a physical ache. "It was in the way Kiana pushed me. Always, she pushed me and pushed me. I think she was the one who understood me the best, who could see better than anyone else how much I was struggling, how much I hated myself for what I had done. I wanted to stay inside and hide from the world, I wanted to withdraw into myself, but she wouldn't let me. She pushed me outside, and for that, I will always be grateful. It was because I kept feeling her hand at my back that I met so many new friends, friends who didn't care that I was bigger and taller and had sharp fangs and claws, friends who didn't care that I liked to carve statues and draw sketches in my spare time and tinker with cogs and gears and build things simply because they didn't exist, friends who accepted me for who I was, who actually liked me for who I was, who welcomed me with open arms. They made me feel like I belonged, and to me, that was a kind of love I'd never felt before."
He placed his hand on Sarah's shoulder, and she reached up in turn to place her hand over his, smiling warmly. Her fingers brushed against the folds of the handkerchief she had tied there so long ago.
"This is the vixen you called a 'whore' and a 'harlot' and all kinds of names, but to me, she only has one name now, and that name is 'Mother'."
A single fang briefly shone beneath Shekka's twitching lip. Ander didn't know if that was a good sign or not, but it had to be better than that dreamy, semi-catatonic stare.
"She is the one who taught me what an immensely powerful force love could be. The lengths she went to just to ensure that I would stay alive long enough to see the sun for the first time is something I can still hardly believe, even though the fact that I'm standing here, alive and breathing, is proof in itself. It was a lesson I took back with me, back to the place where I grew up, the place I once considered 'home'. I went back because..."
Here Ander faltered. There were many different reasons for why he did what he did, but in the end, it only came down to two. "I wanted to protect my new friends and family, my new home, and the love I had found there. That thought alone was enough to give me strength. It was just as Sarah said. Love *is* strength. The love I felt was stronger than my fear, and it allowed me to face my past and find out who I really was, where I came from, and why I am here now. But that wasn't the only reason. I also went back because I had hoped I could make a difference. I had hoped I could make others see the world as I did, as a place that wasn't just about hunger, blood and death. I had hoped I could convince my people to live in peace with each other as well as the strangers on the other side of the mountain. But..." He sighed. "Things didn't quite work out that way."
It wasn't just Shekka and Hezzi and the small group of Foxes and Wolves gathered around them anymore, but everyone. They all listened with perked ears, they all stared with wide eyes. Dozens of Wolves, so badly injured, some of them teetering right on the very brink of death, Wolves who previously would not listen to anything save for their own rumbling stomachs now held on to his every word.
"On that night, it was just as Shekka said. Love *is* pain. Love can hurt. Love can kill. It almost killed me. They cut me, they bit me, they stabbed me, they broke my bones, but I endured it because I had so much love for the new home I was protecting, and love is pain. Love \_is\_pain..."
Sarah squeezed his hand and a bright spot of pain bloomed between his knuckles, right where she had so carefully picked out the jagged shards of glass only days ago.
"But all of that was just surface pain. It didn't compare to what happened after the sun came up. I had to say goodbye to everything and everyone I had ever known. To all my friends, to the ones I owed my life. To my father, who held my fate in his hands and gave me one last chance to fight to keep everything I had sacrificed so much for. Even to you, Shekka. Back then, you were still my mother, and because I loved you, it hurt to say goodbye. It hurt to see you hate me so much."
Shekka hugged Hezzi even closer. His breathing was quick and shallow and blood was still flowing between his fingers and down his scarf, staining his chest a darkening crimson, but his eyes were still open. He was still there.
"But what hurt me the most, was when I had to say goodbye to you, Hezzi. I didn't want to leave you behind, because a part of me believed that, if I turned my back on you, I would never see you again."
A small sound came out of Hezzi's bloody mouth, a cry brought forth with what little energy he had left. He strained against Shekka's grip, but the she-wolf pulled him back in, pressing the tip of the scissors beneath his jaw, right where the big vein was. If Ander looked at that spot long enough, he could almost see it pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
"It hurt because love really is pain. You felt it, too, didn't you?"
Hezzi gave an almost imperceptible nod, just a tip of the chin.
"But that's not all love is!" Ander said. "Love is strength, and love is pain, but it's so much more! I could have fallen against that wall and died right there. I could have sat down and watched the mist come in and just waited for death to take me. But I didn't. I walked into those woods even though it hurt. It wasn't strength that drove me or pain that pushed me. It was *hope*. That was all I could think about. Every time I fell against a tree or tripped over a root, every time it got so dark that I could barely see, I would think about where I was going, and that would get me moving again, because where I was going was *home*. I hoped I would see Bethany again. I hoped she would be cross and plant her hands on her hips and yell at me for being such a stupid idiot. I hoped I would see Rufio again and wrinkle my nose at that pipe he's always blowing on. I hoped I would see Layla, because she's always reading those big books and she promised she'd teach me. I hoped I would see Sarah again, and one day muster up the courage to call her Mother. I hoped..." Here his eye fell on Kiana, the one who pushed him, encouraged him, inspired him, bettered him. The one who held him in the dark and kept the nightmares at bay. The one who kissed him and made his pain go away. Among all the candles beckoning him home, hers was the brightest by far. "I hoped I would see Kiana again... I hoped I could hug her and hold her close. I hoped I could kiss her. I hoped to tell her I love her. I hoped to hear her say that she loved me back..."
Kiana was trying to be as quiet as possible, he could tell. She didn't want to make any sudden noises and startle the blind she-wolf holding a pair of scissors to Hezzi's neck, but her lip trembled, nonetheless. Tears fell from her eyes and landed on the tattered edges of her dress, turning the fibres a darker shade of green. "Ander..."
He swallowed the lump in his throat. It was getting harder and harder to talk, and yet he couldn't stop. This had to get out. He had to make Shekka understand. He had to make the Empty One understand the very thing that made her feel Empty in the first place, the inability to see love as anything other than a source of pain. He had to make her *see* the beauty of this world with those blind, stricken eyes. He had to make her understand what love meant to *him*, how it was inseparably infused with feelings of hope, and how strong those feelings could truly be. Hezzi's life depended on it.
"Hope... can be a fragile thing," he said. "Sometimes the mist is so thick it seems to drown you. It weighs you down, pulls you to the ground. I saw a word coming out of that mist. Just one... empty word, carved into the bark of a beech tree. It was a common word. We hear it every day back home. 'Enka'. 'First Daughter'."
Shekka drew in breath. It wasn't a gasp, and it wasn't a hitch in her throat. She was still holding the scissors against Hezzi's neck and her milky, bloodshot eyes were still filled with an incomprehensible madness, but she was listening now, and listening intently.
"I tried to finish it," Ander went on, fighting back the tears. "I tried to finish it, just like Father wanted. I tried to give a name to his First Daughter, the baby girl who didn't live long enough to earn a name of her own."
Shekka slowly shook her head. "No..."
"But I couldn't do it by myself. I was too weak. The rock in my hands was too heavy. I fell, Mother. Just like you wanted me to. I fell, and I couldn't get back up. I lay underneath that beech tree, and it was as if I could feel all my hope slowly draining away, just like the blood was draining out of my body. And that moment, the moment I began to lose hope, was also the moment I began to die. I could feel it happening. All the pain, all the torture, all the things you associate with love, came flooding in. I kept thinking about how that name was the last thing, the very last thing I absolutely had to do in this life, and how I couldn't even do that. I kept thinking about how I had let Father down. I kept thinking about how I had let my sister down. The only reason I was allowed to live was because she had died, and I couldn't even give her a proper thank you. She had *nothing*, and I... I couldn't even give her a name... The pain was too much. The mist was too thick. Even the sun was just a silver circle in the sky, and gave no warmth at all." Hezzi and Shekka were beginning to blur together into prisms of grey and red, misery and blood, and Ander had to wipe the unspilled tears from his eye to get them back into focus. Shekka hadn't moved at all since that small intake of breath, but he did not know if that was good or bad. Either way, all he could do was keep going. All he could do was speak from the heart, and hope that his words would somehow touch hers.
"Because I had no hope left, I began to feel that maybe this was right. Maybe this was fair, that I should die in that spot, where one life ended to make room for another. Maybe it was right that I should share the grave of the little sister I never knew I had. I... closed my eyes and I... I began to die..."
Kiana almost stood up just then. Denko had to grab her just to keep her still. Ander could see the yearning in her eyes, he could *feel* how badly she wanted to go to him, hold him, just be with him. It was like he really was back underneath that massive beech tree, slowly dying in the mist. The whole world was just a blurry mess of grey and white, where the grass vanished into nothingness and the trees were no more than shadowy lines on an invisible horizon.
But Kiana was there. She was *there*.
"But then... then I heard a voice, whispering my name. It was so familiar to me. It felt like I could almost remember, if only it wasn't so dark, if only the mist wasn't so thick. If only I wasn't so alone..."
Was Shekka breathing a little heavier? He couldn't tell for sure, but the fire reflected in the blades of the scissors seemed to be jittering slightly faster than before, brushing against the fur of Hezzi's throat. The kid was still hanging in there, but for how much longer?
Ander wiped the back of his hand across his running nose, feeling that time was running short.
"Someone was touching me. Hugging me. Holding me close. It hurt, but it also felt good. Warm. Gentle. I felt a pair of hands against the back of my neck, pulling me close, and then something soft against my face. I felt tears spilling onto my cheeks, and a soft whisper washing over my lips, reminding me of a promise someone once made to me, a promise in the rain. She promised she would never let me go. She asked me to stay with her. She begged me not to make her break that promise. She reminded me over and over again, that she had promised to keep holding me, to keep loving me, to never let go, no matter what."
Ander was looking at Kiana as he said that, looking at the tears filling her eyes and spilling without a sound. Because truly, how could he ever try to speak of hope without speaking of her?
"And that's when things began to change. The pain was still there, the darkness was still there, the mist was still all around me, I was still dying, but now... now they weren't *everything* anymore. There was something else there, something those bad feelings couldn't touch, something I had almost lost. It was a desire to reach out to this warmth that was enfolding me so gently, a desire to answer these whispers that spoke of promises made. It was a desire to make her happy, like she had made me happy. I had never wanted anything more in my whole life, but I didn't know how. If I couldn't even finish my sister's name, then how could I possibly do something as difficult as making someone truly happy? But then she asked me something so simple, just one little thing. She asked me to open my eyes. She begged me. She pleaded, again and again, just to open my eyes. And I wondered if it was really that easy, if all I had to do to make her happy was to... open my eyes..."
Shekka's eyes were still the colour of rancid milk, laced with blood, but was there a shine to them now? Or was it just a trick of the light, a glowing crescent formed by the fire and nothing else?
Ander didn't know.
"I would have given up, but she gave me something to fight for." He was speaking faster now, feeling the seconds bleeding away. "I would have died, but she gave me a reason to keep living. My eyes would have stayed closed forever, but because of her, I was able to open them again. I opened them and I saw her. I saw how much pain she was in. I saw every tear flowing down her face and I knew each and every one of them was for me. I heard her whispering my name, begging me not to leave her, begging me not to make her break her promise. She held me, and somehow I found the strength to hold her back. It was something I couldn't do. It was something I was physically incapable of doing. It was something I had tried to do by myself and failed, because it was impossible. But for her, \_with\_her, I could do it. I didn't care how much it hurt, I didn't care how much pain I had to endure, just as long as I could take her sadness away. She raised her head and she looked at me. She looked at me, Shekka, and all the hope I thought I had lost came flooding back. It was something I couldn't have done by myself, and that's what I'm trying so hard to explain to you. For me, love is a force that can push you into doing something impossible. I looked at her and she looked back at me and even though I was in so much pain, I was happy. The love I felt for her and the love I knew she felt for me was enough to obliterate everything else, all my doubts and all my despair. She was the one I had fought for, she was the one I had hoped to see again, she was the one I had hoped to hold again, the one I had hoped to kiss again, the one I had hoped to love again, and it was her hope, together with mine, that brought us together underneath that tree. It was our hope, together, that allowed me to do what I couldn't do by myself."
"No..." Shekka's face contorted into something that was impossible to read, something trapped between misery and anger. Her hands shook. The scissor blades dimpled Hezzi's neck. She shook her head, the corners of her mouth turned down. There was a definite shine in her empty eyes, threatening to spill. "No... you didn't. You can't!"
"Kiana gave me the strength to guide her hand, and together we finished the name that my father began all those years ago."
"No!" Shekka screamed, spittle flying from her mouth. "You had no right to do that! Especially not together with some Fox! Some stranger!"
"Shekka -"
"No! Your father stole her from me! He spirited her away and dumped her in some hole for the worms! Even though she was dead before she was born... even though there was nothing anyone could have done... I was still... I was still her mother! She was still my baby girl, but I never got a chance to see her! I never got a chance to hold her or kiss her or tell her how sorry I was! I never got a chance to cry for her! It wasn't fair, Ander! *It wasn't fair!!*"
"No," Ander agreed. "That night wasn't fair to anyone."
Shekka pulled Hezzi even closer and pressed her face against his cheek, clutching him to her body as if she would drown without him. Tears spilled from her dead and useless eyes and dripped down onto his sodden scarf. After a while, she raised her head, and with tears still streaming down her bloodstained face, she asked: "What... What did you name her?"
"Lenka."
"Daughter of... Life?" Shekka sniffed and swallowed back the worst of her tears. "Do you not think it cruel, to name her 'Lenka' when she didn't get even a single moment of Len in this world?"
"She didn't, but *I* did. It was thanks to her I didn't end up buried beneath that tree. It was thanks to her I could have this life. 'Lenka' was my way of thanking her, of giving back the Life she gave me, even if only in name. Leaving her all alone beneath that tree, nameless, with the empty word of 'enka' scratched into the bark... that would have been true cruelty. Don't you think so, too, Shekka?"
She looked at him for long while, crescents of firelight trapped within her blank eyes, before finally dropping her gaze. "Yes... that would have been cruel," she said, speaking softly, barely moving her lips at all, "'Lenka'... it is a good name..."
Was he doing it? Was he actually getting through to her? Ander licked his dry lips, knowing that anything, *anything* could shatter this fragile spell at any moment. If someone came storming into this tent with another injured Wolf, if someone said something out of turn, if someone just made an unexpected noise, it could all lead to disaster. "Kiana. Layla. Sarah. Bethany. Rufio. A hundred others. They all came to save me. They came to save me because they loved me. All the faces I had hoped so badly to see again, the faces that had given me the resolve to keep going through the mist, and the strength to get back up every time I fell. It was their hope that gave them the courage to brave the pass, and it was my hope that allowed me to keep holding on long enough for them to find me. Hope is something that grows stronger and stronger the more hearts it touches. It's like a fire that needs no fuel to burn, only itself. The hope of one heart touches the hope of another, and so it grows stronger. That's what love means to me, Shekka. It is the force that brought me back home. It is the force that gave me a new life. It is a force I can send out into the world, where it can touch the ones I love so much. Because to me, love *is* hope."
He could have ended his words there, he supposed, but it wouldn't have been right. One look at the expression on Hezzi's face was enough to tell him that. He looked so tired, so used up. There was pain in those eyes, and terrible fear. All of it mixed together. Was it not hope that had landed Hezzi in such danger? Was it not hope that had caused so much blood and death to fill the pass? Speaking of one side while ignoring the other... it was wrong. It was so, so wrong. When love was so many different things to so many different people, it was impossible to see every side at once. For Shekka, it was pain. For Sarah, it was strength. For Ander, it was hope. Somehow he had to bring it all together. He had to do the impossible.
So he kept talking, knowing it would all end soon, one way or another. This was the last part he had to tell, the last part Shekka needed to hear. And then...
Then a decision would have to be made.
Ander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "But sometimes, life can take our hopes and set them upon a sacrificial pyre. I was so happy when my little brother came back. It was as if all my hope had been made real. But the news he brought with him... it tore me in two different directions."
Ander curled his free hand into a fist. The tips of his claws dug into the calluses that had hardened there over the years, and the bitter sting of pain was all too familiar.
Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder, gently encouraging him to keep going, to try his best, and that made it a little easier.
"It was love that made me build the wall, and it was love that made me set the trap. It was love that forced me to hammer every nail, and it was love that forced me to wear that horn around my neck. It was love that told me I had to blow it, and it was love that told me I couldn't. I was confused, trying to understand how the same thing could tell me two different things, but now, thanks to you, the two women I have both called 'Mother', I think I can understand. Love can be many different things at once. It was love that gave me the strength to do what I had to do, but it was also love that caused me so much pain when I did. The strength to protect, and the pain of killing. All of it was born out of love. Seeing the snow fall down from the mountain like a white river, watching it engulf the Wolves I had grown up with, it was like I was down there with them. It felt like I was getting buried, too, but in pain instead of snow. It hurt so badly I thought I was going to die, and the reason it hurt, the reason I could barely breathe, the reason I could barely stand under the weight of it all was because, even after everything that had happened to me, after everything that had been done to me, I still... I still loved them. I still loved *you*, Shekka."
Ander studied the blind she-wolf's face, but she was so difficult to read. Her tears had formed two dark lines across her cheeks, and fresh ones were continuously forming in her milky eyes, shining in the gloom. They rolled down her face and around the curve of her muzzle, falling past a mouth that was still stained with the blood of her drisa. Looking into those blank, sightless eyes, Ander saw so many feelings warring against each other; anger, remorse, hatred, fusions of love and pain, inseparable, indistinguishable.
"I could have stayed exactly where I was. That would have been the smart thing to do. That would have been the safe thing to do. If I had let you die, if I had let you suffocate and freeze, then you wouldn't be here now, holding a pair of scissors to my brother's neck. But if I did that, if I just stood there and did nothing, if I waited for five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, until I was certain that everyone beneath all that snow was dead and gone, then I would never have been able to look my brother in the eye again, because he asked me... he asked me not to kill you. He asked me that because he loves you, because you are his mother and he is your son. I went into the pass and I dropped down to my knees and I dug through the snow with my bare hands because I hoped I could save you. I hoped you could cast off all the anger and hatred you insisted on carrying with you everywhere you went. I hoped I could hug you and tell you how sorry I am, and I hoped you could hug me back and say the same. And you know what? My new family, the ones you considered your enemies, the ones you came to destroy, they saw me dig through the snow and they hoped, too! They came to help, they came to save the ones who tried to kill them, because they hoped that things could change! They hoped that things could be different!" Ander's fist was shaking badly. He could feel the warm, slick texture of blood against his fingertips. "Love can be different things to different people. For some it can be pain. For some it can be strength. But for me, love is hope. That's why..." He took a very small, very slow step forward, making a deliberate noise with his heel to let her know what he was doing. "Shekka. *Mother*. Please... let Hezzi go. I hope we can all get out of this. I hope we can all still be a family. I hope we can all find happiness together. I hope we can find a way to make all your pain go away. So please... please... let Hezzi go."
Everything was very still, not just in terms of sound, but in terms of everything. The wind did not blow. The walls of the tent did not ripple. Every breath came slowly. The fire didn't even crackle. There was no movement at all, except for the faint glimmer of blood slowly seeping through Hezzi's fingers.
Shekka kissed his bloody cheek and, without pulling her lips away, she asked him: "What do you think... my stupid little Hezzi? What does love mean to you?"
Hezzi could barely breathe, let alone talk, but somehow... somehow Ander knew he'd do his very best. He licked his lips with a tongue as red as the blood flowing from his wound, and blinked twice, very slowly and deliberately, perhaps trying to clear the fog clouding his vision. He took several, deep breaths and began.
"I'm not very good at complicated things..." he said in barely more than a whisper. "I don't know much about being strong, or being in any real pain. I know what it's like to feel bored, and I know how to run fast, and that's about it..." He smiled. "But I think I'm really lucky. Because, to me, love isn't a complicated thing at all. It's the most simple thing in the whole world." He drew a line across his stomach with his finger, right where Garten's spear had nearly ended his life. "I have a scar here," he said, swallowing back the blood. "Sometimes it hurts when I run too far, but I'm glad it's there, and I'm glad it still hurts. Every time it stings, it reminds me that I'm alive because you saved me, Mother. And you saved me because you love me, right? That's what love is, isn't it? That feeling I get right after I feel that sting, that feeling that makes me happy to still be alive."
Shekka rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, but did not say anything, only listened.
"Deeper in the valley, up on a hill," Hezzi continued, "I have a tent almost exactly like the one back home. The Foxes made it for me. Right next to my bed, I keep a carving Ander made for me. It's just like the one I broke, but better. Every time I pick it up, and hold it, and look at it, it reminds me of how close I came to not being myself anymore. When Ander made that carving, it wasn't just a piece of wood he fixed. He fixed *me*, just like you did. He made a promise, and holding that carving in my hands is like holding the promise itself. And that's love, too, isn't it? That feeling I get that makes me happy to still be me."
Shekka still did not say anything, but the scissors were starting to tremble. Ander could see the reflection of the firepit jitter up and down.
"And... and..." Hezzi looked down and to the side and, amazingly, he actually appeared to be a bit embarrassed. "Renna used to be sad a lot, but now she smiles almost every day. And when I see her smile like that it makes me want to smile, too, because seeing her happy makes me happy. And I think... I think it works the other way, too. Maybe the reason she's smiling more often is because she knows it makes me happy, and that makes her happy, and that makes her want to smile even more. And sometimes, when it's still really early and I'm wrapped up inside my blankets and I don't want to go outside because it's all snow and cold and windy and horrible out there, I hear Renna's voice and suddenly I want to go outside real bad just so maybe I can see her smile again. And maybe, if I'm really lucky, I'll get to hear her laugh. That feeling I get when I throw off my blankets and rush outside... that's love, isn't it? That feeling that makes me want to smile when I see her smile... that's love, isn't it?"
The fire shone inside the tears rolling down Shekka's face; drops of molten embers stained a cloudy red.
Hezzi struggled for every breath of air. Blood dripped from his nose and lips. "The reason I feel that way... is because I know there are so many people who care about me. They care so much it's almost scary. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it all, to have so many friends and family who would go so far for me. I'm not... I'm not good at complicated things. I'm not good at figuring out what people are feeling or why they do the things they do. But maybe I don't need to. All I need to know is that they do care about me, and I care about them. That's what makes me feel happy... and that's what love is to me."
One last tear ran down Shekka's cheek, mixed with blood and fireshine. "Is that your answer?" she asked. "Happiness?"
Hezzi nodded and Shekka smiled, an exhausted mother with a child in her arms, ready to fall asleep together. "Do you really think you can find happiness in a world as dark as this one? Maybe the next will be better. Maybe we can both be happy."
Hezzi shook his head, making the scissors whisper across his neck. "I love you, Mother. But I don't want to go. I *am* happy."
"Because you have so many people who care about you."
Hezzi nodded.
"That's... That's good." Shekka raised her head and gave him what would be her very last kiss. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby."
She opened her blind eyes and immediately fixed them on the son she had rejected, but her gaze seemed different, somehow. "Ander... I'm sorry I hurt you, too. You really are my dosa."
It was like a heavy ball of molten lead suddenly settled in the pit of Ander's stomach. Those words should have made him feel happy, hopeful, but instead all he felt was an indescribable dread. There was something very, very wrong here. "Mother?"
"If you find Banno... tell him I'm sorry, too."
"Mother, wait!"
Shekka looked at him, and Ander was convinced it wasn't merely an unintentional stare or a trick of the light. She was *seeing* him, if not with her eyes, then with her heart. "There is one last person I need to ask for forgiveness."
"Mother!" Ander rushed forward, reaching out, but it was already too late.
There was nothing anyone could have done.
Shekka pulled the scissors away from Hezzi's neck, turned the blades upon herself, and plunged them deep inside her own throat.
Ander felt like he was stuck inside that terrible waking dream once again, where everything moved at a fraction of its true speed. In the time it took him to take even a single running step, he saw the tip of the scissors disappear inside her flesh, forcing the wound wider and wider. He saw the blood burst out of her throat, not as a trickle or a stream, but a *torrent*.
Hezzi's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It was as if Ander had gone deaf. There was no sound at all in this world anymore, just a dull throbbing in his temples. Blood gushed out of Shekka's neck in pulsating spurts, engulfing the scissors as well as her hands and splashing all over her youngest son's screaming face.
*Motheeeer!!* Ander saw his little brother's mouth make the proper shapes, but no sound reached his ears.
Hezzi reached for the scissors, but the moment his hands left his shoulder a fresh rivulet of blood splurted out and ran down his arm at a frightening pace, dripping from his elbow in an almost solid stream. He was barely conscious just a moment ago, fighting with all his strength just to speak. If he lost any more blood...
Kiana seized him and pulled him back, her own eyes just as wide and terrified as Hezzi's, locked on to the dying horror that his mother had become.
*Motheeeerr!!* The soundless scream, the reaching hand closing over empty air.
Kiana took his head and pressed it against her chest, embracing him and restraining him at the same time.
*Don't look...*
Ander skidded to a halt and dropped down to his knees in a single movement, nearly skidding right into her through the pool of blood spreading across the ground.
A moment later Bethany was right there, pressing a folded blanket down against the side of Hezzi's neck with both hands, screaming orders at everyone nearby in a voice that simply didn't exist to Ander's ears.
In all the confusion, he was certain that he was the only one who actually saw what happened next, and it would stay with him for the rest of his life.
Ander reached for the scissors, wondering if this might actually be the absolute worst thing to do, and that's when it happened, something he thought to be completely impossible.
A small smile briefly touched the corner of Shekka's mouth, allowing a thick stream of blood to flow down her chin, and then she slowly dragged the scissors through her neck, from left to right, but because the blades didn't have an outside edge, she didn't actually cut her throat as much as she *pushed* it open, tearing her flesh apart.
On some level Ander knew that he had been drenched in her blood. It was scorching hot and reeked of iron, but it barely even registered in his mind.
Her lips were still moving. Somehow, even with her throat ripped wide open, she was still trying to speak. No sound came out, but Ander could read the shape of her lips.
*My boys...*
She closed her empty eyes.
*I love you...*
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The Dark Masquerade Part #02 by Inkswitch
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#4 of Dark Masquerade The students are shocked when Alice returns from her mission and gather around to hear her tale. Part 2 of a small 4-part story I wrote a few years ago. Comments/critique welcome - Master Lao' nerves were on edge as he paced around the front gate. It was almost dark and Bo and
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[
"Fantasy",
"Horror",
"Panda",
"Red Panda",
"Tiger",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143467-the-dark-masquerade-part-02
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Master Lao' nerves were on edge as he paced around the front gate. It was almost dark and Bo and Ying had still not returned. He knew he shouldn't have sent just the two of them. If something had happened... "Sir!" Master Lao tried desperately to hide his panic as he made his way to the guard. "What is it?" he asked, his irritability masking his growing despair. He followed the guard's outstretched finger and cried out in shock. Coming up the stairs now, almost sleepwalking, was Ying. Her clothes were torn - no, slashed - in several places, her body was covered in dirt and blood, and the way she was limping betrayed a broken leg. She was alone. As she reached the top of the stairs she collapsed in a heap by her Master's side. Master Lao uttered a guttural cry as he bent down to help his sobbing student. He put her good arm around his shoulder for support and began leading her to the temple. On his way he grabbed one of the guards. "Run to the servant's quarters and have them wake a nurse." The guard ran off quickly, but not before casting a frightened glance at Ying. Master Lao took no notice and began leading her in.
The medical wing was a small area tucked away into the back of the temple. A small hallway ran down the side and regularly spaced doors opened on to separate rooms. Ying was taken to the room on the far left. The nurse on duty had taken one look at her and nearly fainted. Once she had regained her composure, she got to work on Ying: cleaning her wounds, setting her broken leg and stitching the several lacerations on her body. By the time morning came about, Ying was more bandage than person. Despite the nurse's best efforts, she still remained unconscious for another two whole days.
Lee was keeping watch when she eventually woke up. At first Lee thought she was having trouble breathing and tried to shift her to a more a comfortable position. As she laid a gentle hand on her though, she heard Ying utter a single word: "Bo..." At first Lee was too surprised to do anything, but she soon got a hold of herself and knelt down beside her friend. "Ying?" she whispered cautiously. Ying didn't answer at first and Lee almost lost hope, but then Ying turned over. "L-L...Lee?" Lee breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm here, Ying," she whispered. Ying gave the room a bewildered look. "Where... where am I? "You're home, Ying. There's nothing to worry about." "But how...? Oh gods." Without warning, Ying burst into a fit of violent sobbing. "Oh gods. Oh gods. He's dead, and it's all my fault. Oh gods." Lee threw her arms around her friend and held her close while she cried her eyes out. Eventually Ying exhausted herself and was soon asleep in Lee's arms, her breathing punctuated by the occasional shaking sob. Lee lay her down gently, pulled a blanket over Ying's bandaged body, and tiptoed out to tell the others.
"I'm not sure I can do this, Master." "I'm sorry, Ying, but it needs to be done." Ying looked desperately at the others seated in her hospital ward. They were all looking somewhere else, anywhere else. Kovu was staring at a vase of flowers on her bedside table, Lee was pretending to be interested in a mark on the floor... Only Master Lao was meeting her gaze. 'They can't bear to see me like this,' she thought. "Ying," Kovu said to the vase. "If you want, we can leave." Ying shook her head - at least she tried to - and took a deep breath. She told them everything that she could remember: how they'd found the crater with the pit of tar, how Bo had moved to collect some in his water bottle, and how things then went horribly wrong. "I'd made it to the edge of the forest and was starting to run, when..." The words died in her throat. She felt Lee's hand resting comfortingly on her arm. "What happened, Lee?" her friend asked quietly. Suddenly Ying was back there, on the lip of the cliff, back to the forest, and in front of her... "I was about to run when... I heard *his* voice." "Whose voice, Lee?" Master Lao asked urgently. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek and was soon followed by several others. "Bo's." The room fell silent. Ying continued through her now uncontrollable sobs. "I heard him call my name. I turned around, and there he was, standing there as if nothing had happened. Only... I saw him get dragged down, saw him drown. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there, watching. He was smiling at me, said I should come and join him. Then... these tentacles started coming out of him... out of his mouth, out of his nose, his eyes... and all the time, he kept smiling and calling my name... Oh gods!" This last outburst seemed to push Ying over the edge. She curled into a tight ball and resumed her frantic sobbing. Her friends tried to comfort her but she refused to respond to their efforts. Master Lao gestured to Kovu and Lee to let Ying alone, and the three of them exited the room silently.
Master Lao led his two remaining students back to the library and ordered them to sit down. They obliged but he chose to remain standing. No one said a word and Master Lao took to pacing anxiously. Soon the silence became almost unbearable. Kovu, unable to contain himself anymore, finally asked: "So what do we do, Master?" Master Lao stopped his pacing and turned sadly to his youngest pupil. "It can't be true, can it Master?" Lee added hopefully. "I mean, Bo can't really be..." The word stuck in her throat like a lump of coal. Master Lao sighed. "I think that, for now, we have no choice but to assume the worst," he said quietly. Kovu let out a strangled gasp. "Kovu, contain yourself," said Master Lao sternly. "We can mourn your brother in due time. For now, Ying is lying in the medical ward, gravely injured. We need to stay strong... for her sake." Kovu nodded tearfully and wiped his eyes with a shaky paw. "Yes, Master," he said quietly. "Good. We also need to make sure that the temple is well-protected. Whatever it was that..." He had to take a deep breath before he could continue. "Whatever it was that... killed Bo" - another cry from Kovu - "is probably still out there. We need to be prepared if we are to ensure that no one else is hurt." Apart from Kovu's barely-stifled sobs, his students remained silent. "Lee, take Kovu and go tell the guards to be on high alert. With any luck, they'll be inclined to do their jobs for once." Lee nodded and helped Kovu to his feet. With a final worried glance at her Master, she and Kovu walked out.
The air was crisp and the frost shone brightly under the full moon-light. The sky was clear and awash in stars. Under any other circumstances, the night would have been considered beautiful. Instead, it just seemed to mock Lee and Kovu as they walked towards the guard barracks. Neither had said a word since they'd left Master Lao in the library, though Kovu had managed to calm down somewhat. At least he wasn't sobbing uncontrollably anymore. Lee was worried about him. She knew how... delicate he could be, and a shock like this must be hitting him pretty hard. It wasn't exactly easy for her either. When she'd first seen Ying in the medical wing, all broken up and bloody, she nearly fainted like the nurse. Ying - who was like a sister to her - was now hanging on by a thread and Bo - whom she also saw as family - was dead. It was taking all of her strength not to collapse into a miserable heap at this very moment. No, she had to be strong, for Kovu's sake if nothing else. She put a comforting paw on his shoulder, which he squeezed gratefully. Hand in hand, they continued their journey to the barracks.
The barracks consisted of little more than two square buildings off to the side of the main entrance. They were the newest buildings on the mountain-top, having only been built fifty years ago during the war against the neighbouring kingdom under Lord Xinta, when it was feared that roving marauders would attack the vulnerable temples and destroy their precious troves of knowledge. Like the temple, however, the barracks were starting to give in to disrepair and apathy. The exterior was noticeably grubby, with peeling paint and overgrown weeds making for a very sorry sight. But it wasn't the run-down accommodation that was currently infuriating Lee. Coming from the inside was the distinct sound of drunken revelry. "Those sons of bitches!" growled Lee menacingly. Before Kovu could stop her, she was running full-speed towards the barracks. She broke the closed door with a single powerful kick and marched inside. All noise stopped immediately. She glared menacingly at the three antelope courtesans who were sitting in various stages of undress. "Leave. Now." The sight of the furious tigress was all the motivation they needed. They collected their items and hurried out, ignoring the protests of their five now-ex clients. "What the hell?" said one of the guards, a large boar with a belly that was straining against the confines of his uniform. "Yeah," said another guard, this one a water buffalo, "What's the big idea?" "What's the big idea?" repeated Lee quietly. In a flash she'd grabbed the buffalo by the neck and pinned him against the wall. "Lee, put him down!" cried Kovu. "Shut up, Kovu," Lee growled back. Kovu whimpered quietly but remained silent. Lee turned her attention back to the now cowering buffalo. "I'll tell you 'what's the big idea'." Her voice was dangerously quiet and edged with the distinct sound of murderous intent. "One of my friends is dead," Lee continued slowly. "My other friend is lying on a hospital bed half-dead, and whatever it is that did that to her is still out there in the forest. Now last time I checked, it was your job to make sure this kind of shit doesn't happen, but you chose instead to stay inside and fuck some cheap village whores while boozing on even cheaper whiskey. So here's what's going to happen." She closed her claws tighter around the struggling buffalo's throat. "You are going to clean up this mess, you are going to go outside and you are going to do your job!" The poor guard was too terrified to say anything. Lee finally relinquished her grip on his neck and he collapsed, gasping for air. His pig friend picked him up and helped him outside, the three other guards following quickly behind. Kovu just stood there and watched in a state of complete shock. Lee suddenly seemed like a completely different person. He'd never seen her lose it like this and he was a little frightened by the sheer intensity of the moment. However, once the guards had made their unceremonious exit, Lee collapsed onto the floor with a heavy sigh. "Lee!" cried Kovu. He hurried to her side and wrapped his arms around her. Her body was shaking violently and, with a start, Kovu realised she was crying. He pulled her closer and held her as her tears fell silently, softly staining her fur.
Back in the medical wing, Ying was squirming in her bed. Her bandages were scratching against her skin and itched like crazy. No matter how many times she tried, she could not get into a comfortable positon. Every movement just brought about a fresh round of burning irritation. To make matters worse, she was starving. It felt like she hadn't eaten in months and her stomach was aching almost as much as the rest of her. Her moaning eventually attracted the attention of the nurse. "Oh," she exclaimed, looking up from her scroll. "You're up!" Ying simply groaned in reply. The nurse hurried over and grabbed a pitcher of water off a nearby cabinet. "Here you, go, you poor thing," she cooed as she held it to Ying's lips. Ying snatched it out her hands and drank greedily. "My, you sure are thirsty!" exclaimed the nurse as Ying drained the last few drops out of the pitcher. "I take it that you're finally satisfied?" Ying's stomach growled loudly in response. The nurse giggled but understood the not-so-subtle cue. "You just wait right here," she said as she made her way to the door. "I'll be right back." Ying watched her carefully as she left. She was right, of course. Ying was starving. This wasn't a normal hunger, however, and it wouldn't be easily satisfied with a mere snack. No, it required something more... substantial. A few minutes later, she heard the sound of the nurse's footsteps coming down the hall. She licked her lips. Yes, she thought. She was so, so hungry...
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Full Circle Ending by Picklessauce69
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"Ugh...." Gwen groaned, rolling her head back onto her shoulders as she sent a puff of air up into the room. Briefly, her eyes grazed over the plain, vaguely discolored white of the ceiling. Distantly, she could hear the noise of people starting cars or thumping up the stairs to their rooms above in
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"Anal",
"Bathroom",
"Bear",
"Big Boobs",
"Big Tits",
"Bondage",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Busty",
"Canine",
"Cheetah",
"College",
"Creampie",
"Dorm",
"Equine",
"Exhibitionism",
"F/F",
"F/M/M/M",
"F/solo",
"Feline",
"Free use",
"Fucking",
"Gangbang",
"Hard Sex",
"Heterosexual",
"Horse",
"Knot",
"M/F",
"Masturbation",
"Mustelid",
"Oral",
"Otter",
"Public",
"Public Use",
"Rough",
"Rough Sex",
"Shower",
"Straight",
"Teasing",
"Vaginal",
"Wolf",
"dare",
"ursine"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150231-full-circle-ending
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"Ugh...." Gwen groaned, rolling her head back onto her shoulders as she sent a puff of air up into the room. Briefly, her eyes grazed over the plain, vaguely discolored white of the ceiling. Distantly, she could hear the noise of people starting cars or thumping up the stairs to their rooms above in the dormitory. "Wednesday's suck!"
Her fingers rubbed through her hair, guiding the coppery auburn locks out of the way of her green eyes as her gaze shifted down over her oversized chest, eyeing the way her full breasts flared out against her simple t-shirt. If she looked closely, she could see the piercings on her full nipples poking into the fabric. "There's never anything fun to do... on a Wednesday..." Her words came out slow, lazily as her eyes wandered over her own form.
Idly, she started to run her hands down the curved form, pausing with a squeezing grope as her eyes fluttered shut. "Mmm... What would make tonight more fun?" she thought to herself with a playful grin as she felt her sex tighten with a clenching squeeze. Her eyes fluttered slightly, glancing to make sure the window was shut before she let herself slide off the bed to stand in front of the long mirror mounted on her closet door. Her eyes scanned down the length, momentarily checking over her simple white t-shirt and the short denim cut-offs clinging to her hips.
She ran her fingers down her front, smoothing her shirt over her flat, defined stomach just barely letting the lines of her abs show through the thin fabric. Faintly, the equine let out a sigh of appreciation for her toned form. Her stomach was chiseled with those pack abdominals that led down into a tight v-shape leading down into her shorts. The hem of her shorts raised up high, flaring out over her thigh, muscular thighs that were perfectly toned and covered in her warm, chocolatey fur.
Then, slowly with languid patience, she started to peel up the hem of her clinging top to raise it up from her stomach. As it rose, her heart had already started to quicken with excitement. Her fingertips drew up through her fur, creating tracks in the supple coat. Next, she unbuttoned her shorts, dropping them and leaving them on the floor before she wandered back towards her bed, slipping her hands into the side drawer to grab her favorite toys.
Laying back, her eyes closed to let her mind play with her recent fantasies while her hands wandered down her body, slowly warming up with stroking touches up her thigh, down her stomach, and gingerly over the mound of her sex, purposefully controlling her hands so the tingle of anticipation would build.
Slowly, developing in her mind, she saw herself back in her class for the day with the dark-eyed professor rambling in the front, but this time she was wearing a short skirt with her finger hidden just beneath. She felt the slightest rush, a tingle of excitement at touching herself in the middle of the busy lecture hall, wondering if the professor, a young dark wolf, would smell her in the air.
She squinted her eyes, imagining trying to see if a boner formed in the front of his trousers, praying she would work her natural musk up enough that he'd taste her on the air and lose track of his thoughts.
Her hand rubbed over the smooth silk of her panties, teasing down the crease of her slit. With the passing seconds, she could feel herself growing wetter as her fingertip rubbed over her mound, teasing the nub of her clit till it began to pulse beneath the fabric barrier.
Her mind blipped, suddenly flashing forward to her ass leaned into the huge desk at the front of the room and a muzzle at her throat.
She could smell his aged warm cologne clinging to his fur as the bulge at the front of his pants ground into her crotch. "Mmm..." Hands grabbed onto her hips, a voice gruff in her ear: "You're such a tease... playing with yourself during class. You think I don't notice? Think I couldn't smell you on the air?"
Her fingers pressed over the mound of her sex, letting her grind up into something firm. Her eyes fluttered shut, blocking out the noise and lights of the room while she started to writhe out from the thin, clinging fabric of her panties.
"I bet you did know... bet you were hoping that I could smell you..." Nails grazed at her hips, through her thin fur, as the grip there tightened and pulled her harder to his firm bulge. She ground up against him, silently urging him on.
"Do you want this?" he growled, pushing himself against her and teasing her with the temptation of that thick bulge. She flushed, trying to play coy, but her hips were rolling forward and squirming up against him.
Her hips pushed up into the air, hitting nothing in front of her as her fingers curled down against her slit. Her thumb circled around her clit, feeling it pulse against her skin. Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip, trying to feel something satisfying, but it just wasn't enough. Her hips were bucking into nothing, feeling no heat, no pressure pushing her back into the bed.
"Ugh!" she spat it out, releasing the fantasy to puttering off. "I need something..." she muttered to herself, heaving her laptop up onto her thighs as her sex continued to squeeze tight and relax in bursts. Her fingers rattled atop the keys, heading to the usual splay of adult websites.
The videos started to clash together, moaning voices flooding into the otherwise quiet room. She bent up slightly, fixing her eyes on the flashing images as her hips ground up and her sex clenched tightly, trying to feel a flash of excitement.
This time, her voice came out harder with more annoyance. "UuuGH!" She pushed the laptop slightly, sitting up with a huff. "This isn't working! I need something... Someone to talk to..." She closed the porn, turning instead to a different website.
The familiar forum pulled onto the screen, though she'd never before posted onto them she'd skimmed them before and relished in reading other people's exciting experiences. So, this time, it was her turn.
She drew up a fresh thread, staring at the inviting white box where one could request a dare for themselves that the community would respond to, challenging anyone who invited it to a slew of questionable activities.
"Hello everyone... Not quite sure how this is done, but I've read plenty myself. Tonight, I'm utterly bored and desperately horny. I live in a dorm, but my roommate is gone. Give me some dares??"
"Now what? I just... wait?" The slight rush she'd felt had trickle off slightly, leaving an annoying sensation of need burning in her crotch without any of the motivation to fix it. She stared at the screen, willing someone to give her something exciting.
After a few minutes of waiting, there came a ping!
"Oh!" she hurriedly refreshed, scrolling down the screen to see the first commentary.
"It's always so tough being all alone when you're so horny! Why don't we start you off easy since it's your first time asking for dares. Masturbate yourself if with five different objects in your room. Edge with each. Don't cum. Make one of them your roommate's!"
"Masturbate myself with items..." Gwen gave a soft hmm, thinking to herself. "I suppose that isn't actual toys then.." Her eyes cast over her room, feeling a zip of excitement at the idea that anything could be her toy all a sudden.
Then, sitting out on the opposite desk that belonged not to her, she spotted the roommate's hairbrush sitting out. She felt a grin spreading over her lips. "That's a classic isn't it..." Slowly, she slipped off her bed, leaving the laptop waiting before she plucked up the paddle brush with a smooth, glossy handle.
Her teeth tugged at her lip while heat flooded up her snout. "Oooh... I better hope she doesn't decide to come back to campus..." Gwen thought with a mischievous chuckle to herself before she leaned against the desk chair, finding her body naturally relaxing into a wide spread position with her sex jutting out, eagerly awaiting this new converted toy.
Pushing her foot up against the desk to steady her, she dragged the handle's tip up her slit with a rush of tingling sensations. Strings of building wetness grabbed onto the black gloss of the brush, stretching across from her skin to the plastic.
"Mmm...." Finally, knowing that there was someone else, somewhere else waiting for a report back about her adventure, she felt a rush as the toy pushed to her eager opening. Now, she wasn't so lonesome as she leaned back and closed her eyes to play, instead she felt like she had an audience following along.
Now, when she closed her eyes, she thought instead to her roommate. The girl was as straight as they came and painfully vanilla. They'd stayed up late together often, hashing through their sexual escapades, but the poor feline never seemed to have more to tell than how much she'd had to drink before the sex rather than anything about the sex itself.
Gwen longed to introduce the girl to something more. Her mind filled with her memorized image of the girl. She had long, perfectly glossy hair that hung down to the top of her ass and wide curves while her best friend, who was constantly crashing in her bed alongside her though they were painfully platonic had a pinched, slender waist and a bubbled ass housed beneath her thick, canine tail. The pair of them constantly had Gwen longing for an episode of Girls Gone Wild to twist them into more than just giggling gal pals.
As the tip of the handle started to slid into her sex, she bit at her lip and let the details of the real world fade away as her mind faded into fantasy instead.
"Gwen? You remember Matty right?" She gestured to her side where the wolf girl bounced in after her as they headed into the dorm room. They each wore shorts and a t-shirt though Gwen's roommate wore a sporty orange pair that nearly faded into the shade of her fur with a white top and her best friend wore torn denim shorts and a bright purple top.
"I've roped her into helping me soap the floors since it's been ages since we tidied!" The girls took to the faded wood flooring. Slowly though, the hard work began to diverge into just playing with the soapy explosions as their itty bitty shorts steadily started to ride up and their tops started to soak through.
Gwen peered at them from her post on the desk chair, eyeing as they started to soak through to reveal their full breasts with each dainty nipples poking through into the fabric. Quickly, her imagination took over as the girls stopped scrubbing the floor and instead took to groping each other, exploding soap against the soft, plush surface of each other's tits.
"Mmm... Matty..." Emma gave a little coo, dragging her friend closer as Gwen gave a soft groan.
The handle of the brush pushed into her fully, her muscles finally relaxing over the widest part of the handle as she pumped it up into her till the bottom of the paddle kissed to her sex as she clamped around the full length.
"Oooh..." She gave a soft sigh, tipping her head back and pushing against the desk to lift her hips into the pumping handle a bit harder. She started to speed it up, relishing the way the wider middle would tug gently on each thrust, teasing her with the girth she longed for before instead she felt the sudden absence and a flood of fresh impatience or she felt the full length filling her.
While the image of the two girls flicked on and off in her mind, Gwen finally started to pump the handle into her quickly. Droplets of her juices clung to the bristles of the brush, staining the stuff with her scent. She bit at her lip, bucking into the toy before she remembered that this was only step one of five to complete this dare. Slowly, with a tad of lingering reluctance, she shifted her focus to find a new item, leaving the scent-stanned brush on the desk as she hunted down for another item.
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By the time she'd found another four items and edged four more torturous times, there was a whole new slew of comments with additional challenges: "Put toothpaste or tingle gel on your clit;" "Cum with a butt plug in;" and "Masturbate in front of the window."
Her eyes skimmed right down to the last one, feeling a zip of excitement at the idea. Already, the sun was just starting to set, but it was by no means dark outside the window meaning there would be a decent amount of viewability if she was to press herself in front of the pane.
She hesitated a few seconds, realizing she was expected to report back how the first dare went. "Well, first things first..." she grinned to herself, fishing out the slender tube of tingling clit gel from her drawer and her favorite silicon plug before she dabbed on the cool gel. Then, with a spurt of lube, she pressed the tapered tip to the tight pucker of her rump.
Biting at her lip, she started to press it forward with a soft moan. Her sex squeezed, searching for the girth of something inside it only to find nothing. She felt a flood of heat as her urgent want came rushing back to her.
With a flush starting to spread across her chest, she pushed the girth of the plug deeper until it started to ease in more smoothly, having fit in the widest portion.
"Mmph-" she gave a soft whine just as the plug fit snugly in before she turned back to the computer. "Time to report back now..."
Just as her fingers hit to the keys to type out her experience, she started to feel the tingle and burn on her clit. "Oooh...." She started to squirm on the bed, jostling the laptop as she typed, clacking out how her mind started to wander, how she fantasized about her roommate, how she left the brush on the desk smelling of her juices.
"It felt so dirty, but I hope she smells it and starts realizing there might be some fun to have in this very room!" She finished her report back with a little smiley before she told everyone she was onto their next dares.
With a click, she sent the post into the net space and instantly grabbed up the dildo cast aside still beside the bed and headed to the window. The blinds rose with a harsh zip, revealing her to the flickering street lamps as she pulled her bra off to free her full, heavy breasts. She pushed them up to the window, shuddering at the cool touch of the glass on her nipples. Instantly, the buds started to harden from the chilly bite.
Her clit was tingling like mad, burning between her legs as she lifted one foot up against her roommate's bed, letting it prop her up so she could stay framed in the window. Her sex was already soaking from the edging and the teasing. The second she put the head of the cool glass toy to her sex, she felt a moan blooming from her lips. She let her breasts stay pressed to the cool glass, relishing how the cold temperature of the window seemed to contrast so sharply to the burning heat between her legs.
She pushed at the window, opening it enough that the sound of the cars rushing past and the footsteps of the pavement would echo into the room. Pumping the dildo up, it slid into her effortlessly with her sex already wet, stretched and excited. The flared head rubbed to her walls, hitting against her g-spot. "F-fuck... yes..." She felt such a wave of relief, finally a proper cock, even a fake one, felt so satisfying compared to the playful, teasing insertion earlier.
Her breath made shapes on the glass as she started to pant with growing excitement. For a few minutes, the fact that her nude body was framed within the open window faded from her mind as the first wave of pleasure hit her as she started to pump the toy into her. Her voice started to crackle out, faint whinnying moans that warbled out into the night air.
Just as she started to lose herself to the steady, flooding sensations as she worked the head of the toy up to her g-spot, striving to make herself cum. As her eyes fluttered open, she spotted a young man who'd stopped on the street across from her with a lingering stare. Instantly, her cheeks warmed with a flush before she pressed her tits harder into the glass, mashing them for her audience. A moan broke from her lips, escaping through the window. She saw her viewer linger a second longer before he gave a disbelieving shake of his head and carried on.
Her fingers were started to go numb and sore from holding onto the toy, but she still didn't slow. Every few seconds a wet shluck came from her sex as she dripped onto the hardwood.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Her voice started to break, getting louder. Her legs started to quiver slightly, her impending orgasm starting to make her shiver on her standing position. Her eyes were barely open, but she spotted another passerby looking baffled by the sight before they scurried on.
With a warble in her voice, she felt her orgasm fully hit. Her sex started to clamp tight, clenching and relaxing in bursts as she pressed into her g-spot, trying to get a few more seconds before the rush of pleasure faded, leaving her panting softly and no where near done.
"Okay...." She took a in a long breath, shifting out of the window to check the laptop once more, instantly her eyes dropped to the newest dare.
"Tie yourself up in the showers, employ a friend if you can to make sure you won't be able to leave for awhile. Let anyone who finds you have their way with you."
She felt her cheeks warm up, but instantly she plucked up her phone and started to dial for Charlie, her usual hookup buddy. "I've got a crazy request, Charlie..."
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"I think... I think that's all the bondage rope we own combined..." Charlie met Gwen's eyes, briefly casting his eyes down her body, covered only with a skimpy, see through robe. Her breasts were straining against the fabric, forcing the tie to slowly start coming undone.
"Ready then?" Gwen felt a tingling of nerves at the base of her spine, though she knew she was excited because her sex was positively dripping beneath the thin veil of the robe.
"Get on with it then, girl" he teased, nudging her towards her bedroom door. Gwen glanced up at him, giving a shake of her head at the grin plastered on his blue-tinted snout. His grin was toothy and clearly amused by her little challenge. She flushed, realizing that there was no more preparation left, instead she'd just have to actually do it.
"This is a bit crazy, isn't it?" she asked, shifting side to side on her feet just in front of her door.
"Nuh uh uh. You don't pull me all the way over her to opt out." His hand cupped around her ass, giving a playful, firm squeeze as he pushed her towards the door until she headed out, instantly hurrying to the bathroom to get out of the hallway before anyone entered.
In the bathroom, she instantly had to glance around, peering at the similarities from the Men's to the Women's before Charlie came in next, nudging her along. "To the shower, naughty girl. You've got a dare to enact."
Into the shower they headed, picking the one without lingering wetness from the morning rush. There, Charlie and Gwen worked together to get her comfortable, securely bound with her arms raised above her head against the shower's main sprayer with an additional point of support so that if someone wanted to they could relax her ties so she could reach to sit on her knees or it could be tightened so she had to stand. They added some additional binding to her stomach and around her breasts, making them both burst out more and giving handholds around her body.
Charlie gave a tug at the rope around her breast, leaning down to teasing his teeth up around her sensitive neck. "No backing out of this now." Gwen felt a shudder down her spine at the teasing bite and from the realization that he was very correct. The rope hugging around her wrists only heightened that fact.
Looking down at the girl, Charlie felt a mischievous grin spreading over his muzzle. With her arms raised and the binding, her breasts jutted off her chest even more than usually, with the dainty piercings on each nipple glistening in the harsh lights. He could see her excitement glittering wetly on her lower lips, catching the lips as droplets clung to her skin.
"What's that shit-eating grin for?" Gwen shot out, giving a squirm as she adjusted her knees into a more comfortable squat that put her sex on display even more.
"Well, you're officially all ready for your challenge so you're officially up for grabs for whoever finds you... Including me..." he grinned. "And you can't do a thing to help yourself. What happens if no one comes in here and you're just stuck, tied up and horny for a few hours?"
Her sex was already dribbling, leaking her juices onto the ground so it pooled on the tile. At the same time, Charlie's pants were tenting with his growing boner straining up to the denim. "But, if you suck me off real nice, then maybe I'll give you a bit of a head start to relief-" He popped the button on his pants, shucking them open to free his massive, equine shaft. He grabbed onto her head, sliding his fingers into her silky hair as he pushed himself to her mouth.
Gwen eagerly obliged, bobbing her head down until the tip bumped into her lips and she curled her tongue around him, pulling the warm tip into her mouth. Instantly, the warmth of him spread over her tongue as he bucked into her mouth, poking the tip towards the back of her throat. She gulped around him, moaning with a buzz of her lips around his cock as he started to fuck her face. His hand held her head steady, and he started slow, but he didn't hesitate to start working his thick cock in and out of her drooling lips.
"Mmfff..." he gave a soft groan, rolling his head back as his hips bucked forward harder, shoving himself into the heat of her mouth, wishing she could fit more of him into her mouth. "Fuck."
His fingers pulled at her hair, holding her in the exact position he wanted her while she worked her lips and tongue around his shaft, unable to do anything beside focus on his cock. Her hands were trapped up in the air, her legs had to support her. She could only suck him off and drip her excitement onto the ground.
"Unf..." He gave a groan, bucking faster as he reached his finishing point. His other hand grabbed onto her head, really leaning into her with a bucking, pounding against her lips. His blue-tinted balls smacked into her chin over and over, filling the bathroom with the echoing noise until he yanked out, grabbing onto himself as his cock gave a sputter of cum across her breasts. The white sat atop her smooth, chocolate fur, seemingly announcing her in business officially.
"Mmm... doesn't that just look nice?" he asked with a sly grin, getting a playful glare from the mare before he gave a tug on her wrists' rope, lifting her up onto her feet. "Aren't you feeling it now? The impatience? The frustration? All tied up with no way to satisfy yourself, whatever will you do?" He leaned close, letting his low, rough voice tickle her ears as he started to slide his fingers down the length of her toned body. She writhed, feeling the ropes on her wrists shift with her movement. "Rrr.... Tease..." she muttered, glaring at him.
"Oh, this isn't even a taste of what I could do to you, missy... You're stuck! You're at my whim, you're at anyone's whim... Isn't that the point? You wanted this, wanted to be left as a toy for anyone's whims." His fingertips drew towards her waistline, following the naturally curve along the bottom of her stomach, following the v of her pelvis; but just before he touched to the shape of her nude mound his fingers veered away. "Mmm... what if no one comes? No one finds you waiting here all hot and needy? What if you just stay tied up for hours, squeezing on air... pleading for someone to come and fuck you?" His grin brushed to the girl's neck before he gave a nip at the soft flesh.
Her hips started to squirm, trying to rub against something to find some relief. But Charlie just shifted out of the way, ensuring she couldn't find his thigh for pressure. "Do you want me to start you off? Give you one round?" Gwen bit at her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response, but her body's squirming would give her away.
Another tug on the rope straightened her up onto her toes, raising her legs so Charlie could grab one thigh, lifting her legs slightly as his thick cock started to rub into the soft fur of her inner thigh. The tip pressed to her lower lips, teasing her with the feeling of anticipation gone unsatisfied when he paused there instead of pushing forward. "Come on.... Tease!" Gwen bucked her hips, shoving herself forward with desperate, rolling motions.
With a grunt, Charlie shoved himself forward finally burying into the hot hug of her pussy. He yanked the rope on her hips, pulling her like a sleeve down onto his cock. Instantly, the mare's head tipped back into the cool tile as a moan blossomed forth. "Oooh... Yes!" she sighed out, feeling a wave of relief as she was given.
"Is that better?" Charlie whispered, his voice gruff and playful in her ear as he shoved himself deeper, bouncing her up against the wall. "Ah, yes!" she whined out, grabbing at the ropes on her wrists to hold herself up as he bounced her back up and down on the cold tiled wall behind.
Every thrust drove him up deeper inside of her and jostled her full, balloon-y breasts against her chest with soft slapping echoes that ebbed through the bathroom with a cacophony of sound.
"Let me just break in the little dorm slut for everyone to use..." Charlie teased, smirking with a firm thrust to the hilt. "Wouldn't want you to be too tight for any of the other guys, not when I did all the introductory work." He grunted softly, punctuating his sentences with bottoming out inside of her. With every one of his thrusts she moaned softly, her breathing coming out in huffs while her tail flickered behind her.
"Ah..fuck! You did need this!" the male gasped, moaning from the sheer intensity of the girl's squeezing. Her walls clamped down like a vice, relishing in the heat and girth finally filling her up after an entire afternoon of teasing, edging, and playing that left her with no real satisfaction. Finally, something real inside her, fucking her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Gwen started to whine, gasping out little hiccuping noises as she felt her sex starting to spasm, the deep flood of her oncoming orgasm. Her hips were rolling against him, moaning as she tried to meet herself to him to deepen each of his thrusts.
"Someone's enjoying herself-"
"Don't pretend you're not loving this-" Gwen shot back with a roll of her eyes and a firm gripping squeeze around his cock. He grunted back to her, just bending into her neck and starting to nip in response to her sass.
His thrusts grew harder, rocking up into her so that her back actually grated on the wall with every thrust as she slid up and down, but she didn't even notice. Gwen was too busy moaning, squeezing around him as her orgasm finally started to hit her. Just as she started to cum, hugging onto his thick horse cock with her spasming sex, Charlie gave a low groan and buried himself deep inside of her cunt.
"Ahhhh fuck..." he hissed out, tucking his face into her neck so the her muffled, whispering moans went right into his ear as they came. His thick, globs of cum spurting into her insides while she shook between him and the warming tiled wall behind.
"A-Ah..." Gwen huffed, finally riding down from the rush of her orgasm. She met his eyes, her face warm with a flush. He looked back with a cheeky grin. "I hope you're ready for a lot more than that!" As he pulled out, he just chuckled, cleaning his cock off on her thighs to leave a few streaks of cum to dry on the fur. "I'm sure you'll have a fresh customer soon since the next bout of classes just released."
He grinned at her once more, a really cheeky smirk, before reminding her he'd be nearby for emergency, but that otherwise she was stuck for a good four hours.
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As Charlie's footsteps faded into silence, Gwen realized that he was right; she was stuck and alone now. Now she was really in it. The ropes wrapped around her wrists shifted, rubbing to her fur and reminding her just how stuck she truly was.
Excitement and nerves flooded her veins in a cocktail of mixed proportions. "Who will find me next?" She wandered, finding her eyes trained on the corner than led from the sinks, near the door, to the shower area where she was waiting for some lucky viewer.
Seconds ticked past. No one came.
A minute clicked past. The door didn't open.
120 seconds trickled slowly by. Gwen felt herself squeezing around nothing, longing for the girth of Charlie once more.
Several more minutes clocked by, ever so slowly. Gwen became shockingly aware of the fact that she couldn't touch herself. Her fingers strained on the rope, not trying to escape, but merely fighting the instinct to slid her palm down her stomach to rub over her clit as she felt her mind blurring with the burning of uncertain anticipation.
Suddenly, the door clicked open. A rush of curiosity hit her to see who the footsteps echoing out would belong to as they rounded into her line of sight. Instantly, she locked onto the eyes of a slender otter whose eyes went so wide, Gwen instantly wondered if he'd ever seen a naked girl at all, let alone one tied up in his shower stall naked and waiting.
Her eyes ran down his body, admiring the lithe frame before she spotted the thick plastic and branded shower shoes the university tried to pawn off onto all the freshmen. A phone was frozen in his fingers, mid-text when he'd spotted her full, naked tits hovering in the air in her bindings. "Oh, he's a freshman..." she thought to herself, slowly starting to grin.
She lowered slightly, to show off the way her pussy would spread into view as she lowered into a squat. The boy's eyes grew slightly wider, but otherwise he was frozen in place. "Hey there?" Gwen greeted, giving a flick of her tail.
"It's okay, come over here..." she coaxed, trying to appear friendly. At first, he looked like he'd just turn around a bolt right back out the door and leave her waiting there, desperate for some touch; but then he took a step forward. A single step.
"I-Isn't this against the rules?"
Gwen bit her tongue, holding back the "What the hell do you think?" to replace it with "Only if we get caught."
Another step. "Come on... it's okay. You can touch, I promise I won't bite" she chuckled. "In fact, I don't think I could if I tried."
Another step. He stood in front of her, staring down with a look of awe painted over his lips. Finally, finally his fingers extended, stroking the air around her before he darted back slightly, looking spooked.
"If you're nervous you can close the curtain, no one will even see," Gwen tried, feeling the glistening wetness of her sex fighting the chill of the air. She was awash with tingles, desperate for him to do something.
Finally, he was convinced. The curtain rushed shut. He leaned into her, reaching out with soft, tentative fingers down along the curves of her breasts. He stroked around each outline of the full orbs, slowly inching in towards the hard beads of her nipples in the centers. He sighed to himself, a soft whisper of appreciation.
The touch was so explorative and slow, it was only torturing the mare. She was painfully horny, dying to feel someone fill her up and give her another round of Charlie's rough pounding, but instead she was just being given soft, stroking pets down her hips, avoiding her sex as if unsure how to deal with it at all.
"Touch me..." she invited. "Come on, I'm here for you. For your whims. Do anything you'd like, anything..."
Yet, he didn't stray from her breasts. Starting to grow more bold, he grabbed a fistful of her full breasts, mashing them together and pushing them in as if to flatten them.
"I have an idea... since you're a boob man-" his eyes twitched to her face, intrigued.
With coaxing and guidance, he freed his rock hard cock from his basketball shorts before he slid himself between the soft mounds of her breasts, pumping forward between the soft furry orbs so they hugged around his cock.
"Ooohh... Fuck...." he hissed with delight. His face went slack with awe and pleasure that sent shudders down Gwen's spine. Even tied up, he was her plaything more than she was his. But his cock felt thick between her breasts, each stroke sending a zip of delicious excitement.
"Oooh... Yes... Yeah... Ah..." Muttering to himself with growing incessance, Gwen could feel the otter boy twitching madly within the squeezing mounds of her cleavage. His hands held onto her tits tighter, kneading madly as he rode towards his orgasm.
"Yeah, fuck... Cum for me" Gwen urged, pushing her chest out, puffing into him so she might squeeze him a bit harder to put him over that hurdle. "Cum all over me. Make a mess of me-"
That did it, with a groan, the boy gave a thick, gooey white spray right against her muzzle, shooting up from the line of her cleavage to streak white streamers over her muzzle and cheeks. Gwen's spine tingled, feeling the cum oozing over her fur, marking her further.
"Ah... uh..." The otter boy stumbled backwards, looking frightened once more. "Thanks!" he finally blurted, before fleeing back towards the door leaving Gwen just as horny as when he'd come in.
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"That kid looked like he saw a ghost who told him he won the lottery..." Gwen muttered, amused and frustrated as her sex continued to spasm, squeezing and clenching in the hopes of a cock filling her up.
This time, she didn't have to wait long before a new face appeared rounding the corner, but his reaction was nothing like the otter.
Muscles rippled beneath the coat of black fur on the bear, catching her attention just as he locked eyes on her. At the sight of her strung up, awaiting him, his teeth appeared in a toothy grin. "Well, what do we have here?" he smirked, sidling into her stall and stroking a hand down the side of her face, tickling the soft fur that covered her cheek. "Did you lose a bet pretty girl?"
Gwen shook her head, biting at her lip as his fingers slid down to her nipples, tweaking them each firmly as his other hand found the rope on her wrists and yanked her up to a standing position without hesitation.
"No? So you chose to do this? All on your own? What a dirty little slut..." he practically purred the words, cupping a breast with a firm, kneading squeeze. "Wanted a stranger to find you?" His fingers continued down, trailing along the line of her body till he cupped his fingers right over her hot, flushed mound. His fingers bent in, dipping into the folds of her sex to feel the wetness gathering between them.
"Oh you do like this, don't you? Naughty... naughty girl..." he grinned, leaning his head into her neck with a testing nip. When she shuddered and let out a mewling moan in reply, he repeated the playful bite. Every brush of his teeth sent shudders down her spine, reminded her what a predicament she'd gotten herself into.
"Do I want to give you want you so clearly want-" he punctuated this by shifting to rub the bulge in his pants up to her thigh, giving her a taste of the girth that hid behind the denim before he pulled back once more, tickling his fingers down the crease of her thigh. "Or would it be more fun to just leave you here, waiting some more for a lick of pleasure?" Gwen tried to put on a good face, but she couldn't help but squirm her hips towards him.
"Mmm... so needy..." A single finger dipped into her, pressing just the tip into the warm, dripping heat of her cunt. He pressed forward, rubbing himself to her slowly, grinding into her thigh so she felt every inch of him right there, teasing her. Gwen's sex ached for something inside of her. It just kept clenching, squeezing around nothing. His fingers cupped her sex, pressing up against her. "Would you like something inside of you?" he whispered, right into her ear as a single finger rubbed between her lips, pressing to the opening of her sex without truly going in.
"Do you want something inside of you?" Gwen bit her lip, trying to contain herself, but every time he asked she'd squeeze around the tiniest bit of his finger he gave to her, giving her away. "If only you'd brought some of your toys in here, I'm sure that you have some back in whichever bedroom is yours..." She blushed, feeling her cheeks warm at the mention of her expansive toy collection. "I'd love to fix a vibrator on this pretty, pink clit of yours-" His finger found the nub of her clit and started to rub in repeating, unwavering circles. "I'd love to hold it there, buzzing and buzzing, until you'd just started to tremor with an impending orgasm. Then, only then, would I go inside of you so I could feel you spasming, trying to cum, but then I'd pull the vibrator away.... Give you only my cock."
Gwen writhed with his words, squirming and bucking her hips to try and reach him. As he spoke, one had fished into his jeans to free his cock, but he only rubbed to her thighs, avoiding giving her sex a taste of his thick girth. "Would you like that?"
"Y-yes..." she admitted. Part of her was contemplating telling him which door to knock on, where Charlie would be hanging out to offer up her massive, buzzing Hitachi so he could torture her just that way. The other part of her knew that given the opportunity he'd surely do just what he'd said.
With a growl, the bear suddenly grabbed onto her hips, skipping past the rope handles to just grab at her hips as handles and yank her up so his cock could slide in beneath her. The tip of his cock slipped easily against her wet sex. "You want this? You want my cock, little horsey?" He smirked at her, slowly pushing the tip up against her. Her lower lips started to spread around him as the flared tip pushed to the tight hole of her sex.
"Do you want this?" he repeated, rubbing himself up to her, teasing her with the sheer proximity of exactly what she ached for. The heat radiated off his cock, tempting her.
"Yes! Please, yes." Her hips squirmed, trying to push down against him, but she could only move an inch before he slammed up into her, finally giving her the entire length in one fluid stroke that hilted him up inside of her squeezing cunt. "Oooh! Fuck!" Gwen cried out, clamping around him with a suddenly burst of noise.
The bear didn't hesitate any more to tease her, now he just wanted her. His hips started to piston up, rocking her up against the firm tile as he pounded into her sex. Every thrust let out an echoing slap into the bathroom that bounced off the walls and repeated, leaving them in a cacophony soundtrack of their fucking.
"Think someone will hear that? Think they'll realize what a little treat is waiting in this bathroom for them?" He bit at her neck, leaving track of his teeth in her fur. "Would you like that? Want another cock stuffed inside of you? More strangers' hands on yours tits?"
"Maybe next time you should add a blindfold, so you wouldn't know who came in a and sampled you. You'd just go to class the next day, questioning everyone who smiled at you, wondering to yourself if they were the one who pumped your asshole full of jizz the day before? Were they just being friendly?"
Gwen's mind flickered to her brother who lived on the opposite side of campus, in one of the freshmen dorms; if he knew she'd never know it was him would he come into the shower stall? Grab her breasts? Fuck her mouth? A rush of excitement flooded through her, sending a tight squeeze down the tunnel of her sex.
"Fuck, you're tight-" her visitor cursed, slamming into her harder as his cock started to twitch inside of her. She felt the dribbling ooze of pre-cum starting to leak into her sex, only adding to the wet mess that matted on her thighs and dripped onto the tile beneath. A puddle lay under her of her mixed juices.
"You gonna cum? You gonna cum around my cock, little slut?" His free hand cupped behind her neck, steadying her slightly as he pounded into her even harder, rougher. Every thrust knocked her head in a rolling motion backwards, padded by the fingers spread behind her while his other hand clutched onto her hip, using it as a handle.
Gwen's eyes were barely open with her lashes fluttering madly. Her sex had clamped tight, hovering on the edge of orgasm just when she heard the door to the bathroom click open. "Fuck yeah...." The bear growled into her ear. "Want an audience? Going to cum for our visitors?" Her eyes flickered open enough to glance towards the corner enough to see three young men, definitely roommates by the look of their arms loaded with dirty dishes for the monthly round of washing.
For now, their backs were all turned, but her orgasm was pressing onto her. Her sex spasming, and her whole body quivering Gwen couldn't hold it in any longer.
She came, hollering out a moaning cry as the release she'd been desperately waiting for finally hit her. "Ahhh!..."
With her sex clamped so around him, the bear couldn't do anything but follow her lead. He shot one spurt of thick goo into her sex, splashing the white against her pink walls before he yanked out, letting the rest streak down her stomach, oozing over the ridges of her abs and pooling in the creases of her form.
Then, he smeared himself against her stomach, cleaning his cock on her matted, sloppy fur. Already cum dripped out of her sex, intermixing with her own juices. "I hope you're ready for more..." he whispered as he stepped back, nodding at their audience now of three whose mouths and eyes were all hanging open wide.
"Come on in, guys..." the bear invited, waving his hands over her body. "She's all yours..."
"S-seriously?" One of them blurted, looking amazed. The bear laughed, nodding.
"Can we like... move her around?" they asked, nodding to her ties. The bear chuckled, nodding as he started to shifted her binding so it acted more like a leash to her wrists that just a tie. Then, he handed off the knot to the first boy. "All yours, boys. Wear her out."
Gwen shuddered, flushing bright red. She hadn't planned on this, but it was somehow even better. She felt like a toy, being handed off from one friend to another so he could try out the game. She had to stumble forward slightly as a tug came on the rope, leading her out of the semi-privacy of the stall and over to the counter right in front of the door. Hands grabbed at her ass, which before had been pressed to the tile and completely ignored. Now, they pushed her against the cool countertop and grabbed for her ass, greedily. One set of hands grabbed for one cheek, spreading her open as the other set copied on the opposite side.
"Fucking-A... What a surprise, huh?" They laughed as a group, fingers finding her massive breasts and squeezing from behind. For the first time, Gwen wasn't the focus of attention even as they were all locked on her. Instead, she acted like a conversation piece between them.
"Look at this ass!" Her cheeks were spread apart, exposing her stretched pussy and the dripping wet mess that covered her entire cunt. A fingertip rubbed to her ass hole, smearing her oozing excitement over the puckered hole. "Mmm... looks like all her fucking and no one has been in here yet..."
"It'd be a shame for it to go to waste now, wouldn't it, little slut?" Already their cocks were out. She felt them, every so often, hard and hot against her fur though for now they were happy exploring. Between the three pairs of hands, she felt someone constantly squeezing on a tit, kneading it back into her chest or pulling it forward by the hard knob of her nipple. Constantly, her ass was being spread, pulled and groped to expose the wet slit of her cunt between her asscheeks. "Fuckin' 'Ell... She's soaked!"
Gwen felt her cheeks getting hotter, blushing at their running commentary. It only made her wetter. The way they were treating her like a toy, a doll to be played with; their place right in front of the door where anyone could walk in and see her totally exposed, being used; and the sheer number of hands on her was making her just buzz with excitement.
A cock pushed against her sex, suddenly smearing the tip against her drooling hole. She looked up into the mirror, able to see them as they hunched over her ass, the wolf pushing the tapered tip of his cock to her hole was staring down at the sight with predatory eyes while the cheetah beside him was rubbing his barbed cock to the soft fuzz covering her ass, teasing her with the slight tugging of the prongs covering the hard shaft seemingly waiting in line for his turn.
The third, a bulky bull had his hands locked on her tits, pulling them up to her chest and kneading them firmly as he leaned against her ear, looking at her in the mirror. "How it feel to be a toy?" He crooned into her ear, his voice low and gruff against her flickering ear.
A hand grabbed her tail, holding it up out of the way of their line of sight on her ass. Gwen felt her cheeks heating up, burning as the bull grabbed onto her shoulders pulling her around so that her entire body lay parallel to the counter rather than leaned onto it. Then, he pulled her down so that her face hovered over his thick, rock hard shaft. Instantly, she dropped down onto the length, slurping her lips down to his hilt before he lifted her back off, holding onto her like a fleshlight as he started to pump her back and forth, fucking her mouth.
With each thrust forward, his cock filled up the length of her long muzzle, pushing into the back of her throat till she'd swallow around it, massaging him with her throat with a noisy gulp. At the same time, the wolf behind her grew impatient, rubbing and prodding at the dripping wet hole of her cunt before he started to shove forward, spit-roasting her between the two males.
The cheetah hovered in between, one hand groping her ass while the other hand a hand hold on a full, rounded ass. His fingers started to slid forward, groping at her ass and rubbing over the tight pucker of her asshole. "I wanna fuck this ass.... I wanna stretch it all out... God, look at it." He leaned over her, spitting onto her hole to wet his fingers as they started to push and ease into that muscled ring.
The wolf grabbed onto her hips, starting to slap his hips into her ass with echoing noises and with enough force to shove her mouth down around the bull's cock at the same time with the classic, gluck-gluck-gluck of her throat gulping and swallowing around the thick cock. She was bounced back and forth between the two roughly, their mind's focused on their own pleasure. Finally, she was really just being used.
Down the length of her body she felt cum drying in the fur of her stomach and down the mess of her matted thighs. Her muzzle had flecks of the earlier loads dried and falling off already while drool leaked from the sloppy blowjob and added to the mess.
"God, you're good at this" The bull commented, pushing her head down till her lips kissed to his balls, hilting every time. She moaned around him, vibrating her lips while her breath puffed out from her nose. "Fuck, she's so wet. She's a mess" The wolf groaned, slamming himself as deep as he could go with every thrust, hitting against her g-spot each time he pulled back out.
The girl's sex was starting to clench, tightening as she edged towards yet another orgasm. She'd started to lose count, but with their impatient, frantic fucking she couldn't hold off for long before she started to tremor between them, spasming around the wolf buried inside her. "Fuck! She's cumming, mate!" he gasped, slamming himself forward as a growing nub popped in and out of her: his knot.
"Oooh God..." Gwen thought, moaning around the cock filling her throat. She hadn't taken a knot in ages, but this wolf sure wasn't going to make it easy. Instead of just burying himself in deep and letting it inflate inside of her, he kept pulling back, popping her on and off of the growing nob with rising groans.
Rapidly, the knot grew larger and larger as his cock started to twitch madly, only egging on her stretched ou orgasm chain. At the same time, the bull had pulled off her mouth to allow the barbed, slender cock of the cheetah push between her lips with a tickling tug. As she hilted her mouth down at the pink, tapered shaft; the knot popped in once more, this time inflated enough she gasped as it pushed into her stretched cunt.
"Look at her take that knot!" He gasped, grinding himself as deep as he'd fit before finally he started to cum, spraying her insides with the white goop as she moaned and gagged around the alternating cocks in front of her. She didn't have to do anything, they just tugged her back and forth like a shared toy.
She felt the cum inside her spreading, filling her up with the hot goo as the knot strained at her entrance, sealing her off. Just as the wolf gave a sigh of completion, the knob on the door gave a jiggle. They all looked, watching as it slid open to the clatter of two sets of footsteps stumbling in together to the sound of giggling. Then, in came a love-struck pair obviously heading into the bathroom for some fun of their own away from perhaps an overcrowded dorm room. Instead, the tangled pair of lovers, a tall striking black feline girl clinging onto a golden stallion.
"Woooah..." The stallion blurted at the sight of the orgy well underway. "It looks like there's already a party happening in here!"
"Oh my!" The girl gasped, blushing at the sight of Gwen strung between the three young men. For a second, she just stood there frozen, but then she took a step forward, dragging her boyfriend along with her as her fingers grabbed onto Gwen's free tit not locked still in the bull's groping grasp. "Are you free to be played with by... anyone?"
"Oh yes she is..." The boys echoed together, smirking with a gleeful expression as they rolled her up, leaving her knotted with the wolf standing behind her, but so her breasts and sloppy mouth were fully visible. "Mmm.... what a mess..." The feline cooed, sliding in closer with a tug on her boyfriend's hand.
Her fingers slid up onto Gwen's stomach, sliding up through the messy fur to her breasts as her teeth tugged forward on her lip. An expression fascination cast over her face. Behind her, her boyfriend trailed up, wrapping his hands around her slender body as his touch once more started to roam down, hiking up a short skirt to tease over the thin panties she wore. Gwen couldn't help but look down, watching as the thong pulled up between her lower lips, tugging up her cunt. "How about she helps us..." He crooned into the feline's ear, tugging her with him as he started to situate himself sitting on the counter so his cock could jut up into the air before he lifted the cat up with him, sliding her easily down onto his shaft with a vibrating moan.
Then, right on queue, the cheetah pushed Gwen's mouth towards the girl's sex, forcing her tongue to where the stallion's cock pumped into the bright pink cunt. "Put that mouth to work again for us, hmm horsey?" A hand clapped down on her ass, leaving a tingly sting across the skin as the wolf finally yanked out from her sex, leaving her dripping and gaping.
The cheetah rushed in to take his turn next, sliding his cock into her without pause or introduction. The barbs tugged at her right away, tickling at her walls as he drew back out, moaning with the stroke of head from her pussy.
Once more, their hands tangled on her frame, groping her ass or slapping the juicy round of each cheek while another would kneading her tits, pushing them into the cold bite of the countertop and tweaking the stiff nipples. It was a blur of sensation.
At the same time, her tongue rubbed into the mess of this new girl's sex. She tasted sweet while she could taste the musk of the stallion tinging the flavor. She licked at the girl's puckered hole, dragging her strokes of tongue up till she continued up the length of the equine's cock instead.
The cheetah slammed forward, forcing his tip as deep as he could with echoing slaps of his hips to her ass, bouncing her forward with each and every thrust. He worked fast, impatience driving his speed up so that his barbs tugged and yanked on her even more, working her insides. "Oooh... Yes..." He moaned over her, adding to the chorus of the mewling feline and the wet noises of her working mouth.
Once more, fingers spread her ass cheeks apart wide, revealing the tight pucker of her asshole to the warmed air. The cheetah's soft, fuzzy finger rubbed to the opening, starting to push and press till his finger sunk into the tight squeeze of her ass. Other hands kneaded her ass cheeks, keeping every inch of her buzzing with the touch and attention as the cheetah forced his entire finger in up to the knuckle. "Fuck, that's a tight hole."
With a wet slurp, he dragged out of her pussy, lining his tip instead to the tight pucker of her ass before he started to push in. Once more, just like his finger, she started to steadily give around the girth of the cock. Gwen moaned, pulling back from the girl's sex with a low, guttural groan as the cock pushed into her rump. She could feel him spreading her wide open. Suddenly, fingers pressed into the emptied hole of her cunt, adding more pressure to her ass. The bull curled his fingers inside her, pushing up the her g-spot.
"Want to feel her get really tight?" He asked, smirking at the cheetah. "Have to make her cum, she'll squeeze so hard she'll milk you dry-" He added another finger, then a third to fill up her stretched cunt. He pushed hard to her g-spot, starting to pump his fingers in and out in time with the cheetah so with each thrust the two pressed against her inner wall so she felt the added tightness.
"Oooh!" Gwen gave a cry, writhing away from the sensations on her ass and cunt, but the wolf pushed on her hips, shoving her back onto the cock and fingers beneath. "Oh! Oh!" She gasped, starting to feel her breathing come in hiccups as the wolf pushed her back onto the barbs of the cheetah's cock. Over and over she felt him holt inside her. "Gonna cum for us, little slut? Going to milk him of every drop?"
The noise of the feline only added to it, Gwen couldn't hear anything but the girl mewling in front of her lips and the boys taunting her behind, demanding she cum, teasing her. Her cunt started to squeeze tighter, clamping down on the cock and fingers inside of her as everything squeeze tight. "Yes, little whore. You like it. Cum for us!"
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, she gave a mewling howling before she came, spasming around the bull's fingers as cum sprayed into her ass, filling her up once more. As if on queue, the noise in the room only rose as everyone started to finish together, peeling off with a rush of heavy breathing.
With a sudden clatter of the handle, the door swung open: "So, did you get bored in here or did ya-" Charlie's voice cut off as his eyes fell onto the scene unfolding right there in front of the door at the sinks. Every pair of eyes in the bathroom locked onto him, frozen in a scene of debauchery. He froze for a second before a huge grin spread out over his face. "Well, I see that you did find some company."
He chuckled, hesitating a second more before he strode forward and landed a slap against her ass. "You see," He started, looking down at her messy, tired face. "The trouble is I've been waiting for you to finish up with this little sexcapade so long that I'm all revved up again... So, let's hope one of your holes isn't totally wrecked, shall we?"
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97 No sooner had they taken the first steps out of the crumbling trench that had almost served as Shekka's grave than a figure appeared among the swirling spirals of snow. It was only a black silhouette from this distance, backlit by a stuttering line of torches from the wall, but the way it doubled
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97
No sooner had they taken the first steps out of the crumbling trench that had almost served as Shekka's grave than a figure appeared among the swirling spirals of snow. It was only a black silhouette from this distance, backlit by a stuttering line of torches from the wall, but the way it doubled over and sped towards them told Ander all he needed to know.
"Ander!" Hezzi skidded to a halt in front of them, kicking up a fine spray of snow. He was the absolute embodiment of panic. "Did you find Mother!? Is she okay!? Is- Is-"
"She's unconscious, but I think she'll be fine." He bent forward a little so Hezzi could see her face, and the sigh of relief that rushed out of his lungs made all the struggle worthwhile.
"Oh thank the Cora... For a minute I thought... I was looking everywhere, but I didn't see where she was when the- when it all came down and it was just- it was just a big huge mess and- and- What happened to your face!?"
Ander shot a quick glance at Sarah and Kiana, hoping that they would get the message and play along. "Mother panicked when we dug her out. She thought she was under attack. She lashed out."
"She scratched you?"
"It wasn't her fault, Hezzi."
Kiana touched his elbow. "Ander?"
"It was just an accident. Right, Kiana?"
She looked up at him, but the frown creasing her brow did not bode well. She turned to face Hezzi with that same expression and said: "No. It was most certainly \_not\_an accident. That Wolfess knew it was Ander trying to save her, and she attacked him anyway."
"Kiana!"
"No, Ander! I will not lie about something like this! In case you've forgotten, my mother is the one who'll have to treat her, and I am not gonna go in there and tell her that this is some hurt little granny Wolf! I'm going to tell it like it is, and the way it *is*, Ander, is a crazy psychotic who nearly clawed your eye out! And there is no way I'll let my mother - who saved your life twice, by the way - come within a mile of this blind bitch before making absolutely certain that she is tied up so tight that she can't even wag her tail! Do I make myself clear?"
Ander did not know how to respond to that. He had been so desperate to save Shekka, and so worried about sparing Hezzi's feelings, that he hadn't thought ahead at all.
What was going to happen when she woke up again? And what about all the other Wolves, for that matter?
By jumping down into the pass, did he condemn everyone yet again?
*I lost everything because of you.*
Was that all he could ever do? Just take and take until the ones he loved the most had nothing left to give? Even when he tried to give back, he ended up taking instead.
Could Shekka be right about him?
As if to answer this question, a panicked yelp suddenly sprang up from a group of Foxes not too far away.
"Watch it, he's got a knife!"
"Get back, get back!"
A large Wolf, barely recognisable through the thick clumps of snow falling from his body, was lumbering around in a slow circle, brandishing a knife at any Foxes who came too close.
"Damn Foxes!" he shouted, trying to look in every direction at once. "You get away from me! I'll kill every last one of you! Just back off!"
Half a dozen Foxes drew their bows and raised their crossbows to eye level, but either the Wolf was unaware of the threat, or he simply didn't care. He spun around and swung his blade wildly, yelling and screaming, white plumes of vapour issuing from his mouth. "Puny red cowards! Bastards!"
A tall Fox in a straw hat (Ander recognised him from one of the market stalls) approached with his hands raised. "Easy, big guy. Nobody's gonna -"
The Wolf lunged forward. Or at least, he tried to. He could barely stand, let alone charge, and his attack just sort of petered out into a painful stumble before he crashed headlong into the snow, still holding on to the knife. "I'll kill you! I'll kill all..." His breath puffed up a small cloud of snow against his lips. "...all of you... Damn fffo... kill you..." He tried to swing the knife again, but his arm just flopped like a dead fish.
Enough snow had fallen off his body by now for Ander to recognise him as Torjo, one of the mid-ranking warriors. Always one of the more quiet Wolves, he'd usually spend his days hunting in the woods or practicing in the sparring ring, alternately taking out his temper on prey and friend alike.
The Fox in the straw hat (he had to keep a hand pressed firmly down on his head to keep it from blowing away) went even closer, until he was just outside Torjo's reach, and hunkered down on his haunches.
Ander felt an almost irresistible urge to yell out, to warn that Fox to get back, that Torjo was a violent Wolf who had forced more than one of his comrades to endure the pain of Shekka's doctoring knife over the years, but something held him back. Bizarrely, it didn't feel like it was any of his business. This was between Torjo and the Foxes who had chosen to risk their lives to dig him out of the snow.
"Now see, ya say that, and I'm sure ya probably could." The Fox with the straw hat spoke calmly, as if they were out in the sunshine, having a nice little conversation on a balmy summer day. "Hell, ya might even kill two or three of us before you run out of steam. But then, ya see, my friends will have ta kill ya right back. Won't be nothin' personal, 'course. They'd just havta. An' then what? I'd be dead, maybe one or two of my mates'd be dead, you'd be dead, and what good'd come of that? Nothing. Just a bunch of dead people. I won't be happy, you most certainly won't be happy, won't nobody be happy. D'ya see what I'm tryin' to say here?"
Torjo looked up at the Fox from beneath a brow covered in snow, but wouldn't answer.
Straw Hat clicked his tongue. "Well, alrighty, how's about this? You throw the knife away, nobody gets stabbed and/or shot in the face, we help you up, we take you to a nice big fire, and you don't freeze to death? Sound good? That's gotta sound good, right?"
Torjo frowned, and a small clump of snow broke off his brow and spilled across his muzzle. "I'd rather kill myself before I let you take me prisoner, you red rat!"
Straw Hat gave an exasperated sigh and shook his head. "Ain't nobody gonna take ya prisoner, ya goof! If ya'd rather go back the way ya came, through gods know how many miles of snow, be my guest. Or, just hear me out, *oooooorr*, ya can come with us, over yonder wall, take a left, and join all yer little buddies around a roaring fire in less than three minutes. Swear on me mum's grave."
Torjo's frown deepened even further, but he did cast a wary eye to the east, where most of the Wolves had been pressed up against the wall when the mountain came crashing down. Entire swathes had already been cleared of snow, and the bare earth of the pass showed through in patches of slate grey rock. The wall itself had been partially pushed over by all the weight, making it look more like a steep, snow-covered hill from this angle. Foxes were helping disoriented Wolves up this steep hill, careening dangerously to the left and right whenever their hopelessly oversized charges listed one way or the other. They carried the unconscious Wolves up the side in groups of four, a single Fox for every limb. Panting and wheezing, they dug their feet into the snow, looking for purchase.
Torjo's eyes flicked back to Straw Hat. "What are you planning!?" he demanded, holding up his knife. "Why are you digging us up!?"
"Because otherwise you'd *die*," Straw Hat replied and rolled his eyes, as if this should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
"THAT'S THE POINT!!" Torjo screamed. The tendons in his neck stood out like cords and his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. "This is war, you stupid piece of filth! We kill you! You kill us! Most kills win! That's the whole point!"
"Eeeh..." Straw Hat shrugged. "Didn't we already establish that'd do nobody any good? I think we already established that."
"No we didn't! You're crazy! You're all crazy!"
"Alright, I've had just about 'nuff of this. Do you want to die?"
"I want to kill you, you piece of -"
"Do you want to die?"
"I want -"
"Do you want to die?"
Torjo looked to all the bows trained on him, the arrowheads with their metallic points covered in a thin layer of frost. The anger didn't depart completely, but Ander thought he might have spotted a trace of fear inside those frantic eyes.
Straw Hat leaned a little closer. "Is that a no? Then I really don't see the problem here, big guy. You don't wanna die, we don't wanna die, you wanna get out of the cold, we wanna get out of the cold, so what do you say? Can you get rid of that knife, huh?" Straw Hat extended his hand, and Ander's heart rate doubled in the span of a second.
This was it. This was the moment of choice.
*Come on, Torjo,* he prayed. *Don't be an idiot...*
Ander knew what an arrow could do to a living thing. He knew that half an inch could mean the difference between a quick, clean death and unimaginable torture. He knew that most of the Foxes here had never shot anything other than deer before, and he knew that they desperately did not want to fire at someone capable of speaking, of begging for his life, of thinking and choosing, someone who had eyes no different from their own.
Torjo's hand tightened around the haft of the knife - tightened so hard his knuckles stood out like pebbles.
*Torjo...*
He licked his lips.
*Torjo, please...*
He sighed and tossed the blade aside. It sunk into the snow and was quickly covered by the wind.
"Now was that so hard?" Straw Hat seized him by the hand. "Oy, guys! I could use a little help here!"
They all shouldered their bows and rushed forward. Even though Straw Hat was tall and lanky for a Fox, he was positively dwarfed by Torjo's muscular frame the moment they got him back on his feet.
"I don't understand," he mumbled as they led him towards the wall.
Straw Hat clapped him on the back. "That's okay, big guy. Ya ain't the first Wolf to ask that question tonight, and ya probably won't be the last. Ya just focus on not droppin' dead and we'll get you someplace warm, alright?"
Ander looked down at the she-wolf in his arms, the one he had called 'Mother' his whole life. He knew they were taking a huge risk. There was everything to lose, and almost nothing to gain. They were gambling with their very lives, and if Kiana was to be believed, he was the one who had cast the first die. But if there was hope, if there was even the smallest chance, then wasn't it worth the risk?
Maybe. But what about the women and children deeper in the valley, waiting for their husbands and brothers to come home? What if they learned that the threat had been defeated, smothered like a bed of embers, only to be reignited by their own hands?
Did these people come to aid their enemies because they knew no other way of living, or because he had led them down this path? Would they have thrown away their fears to save those who would tear their throats out, regardless of his actions?
Let them freeze to guarantee the safety of the ones you love? Or save them, just for the chance that they might see the light of the next morning?
Kill your enemies to protect your family, or save them all at the risk of your loved ones for the slim chance that everyone might survive?
Condemnation, or redemption?
Death, or mercy?
Which was right and which was wrong?
Ander bowed his head and continued on, holding Shekka close. The wind slammed into his back as if urging him to make haste.
*What if they dig up Banno?*
That thought appeared from out of nowhere, stopping him dead in his tracks. Hezzi almost walked right into him.
"Ander? What's wrong?"
Ander looked back at the field of snow he had created. With all the holes being dug everywhere, it now looked more like a graveyard. His eyes roamed the entirety of the pass, scanning left to right, half-expecting a certain spot to grab his gaze like a fishhook, maybe give off a black aura, or a scent, but there was nothing.
Banno could be anywhere in all that white. Anywhere at all.
"Ander?"
He could run back through the pass and scream at everyone to stop digging. Maybe they'd listen, and maybe they wouldn't. But if they did, what did that mean? Every Wolf they would have dug up after that, but didn't, would be on him. Their blood would flow over his hands, and for what? Just to negate the chance that they might end up saving the most evil Wolf to ever live? A Wolf they might never find anyway? A Wolf who might be dead already? A Wolf who might be incapable of doing any harm even if he wasn't?
But what of the reverse? What if they did find Banno? What if he was still alive? What if he... hurt someone?
That would be on him, too.
Death, or mercy? What did any of that mean when death for one could mean mercy for many, and mercy for many could lead to the deaths of many more?
Which was right and which was wrong?
"It's nothing," Ander said, turning back towards the broken wall.
Maybe there was no right or wrong answer. Maybe, instead of changing the entire world, all he could do was change the way he saw the world and himself. It would definitely be easier. But...
It didn't feel right.
Ander carefully slid down to the bottom of the massive trench the Foxes had dug right in front of the wall, where most of the Wolves had been rescued thus far. It was a strange sensation, after struggling through soft, powdery snow for so long to suddenly have hard rock beneath his feet once again. Every bump and pebble seemed to stab at him like tiny knives.
It was down here, in this strange spot between death and salvation, where two different peoples had clashed for the first time, that Ander got a serious dose of cold, hard reality.
There was a line of Wolves lying side by side beneath a rocky outcropping, far away from the hustle and bustle of the rescue effort. Ander counted eight pairs of feet, but he had no way of knowing who they belonged to, because a merciful soul had placed a tarp over their faces as a sign of respect.
They were dead.
Ander's breath hitched in his throat. If he hadn't been carrying Shekka in his arms, he might have broken down right there, just collapsed to the ground and started screaming and screaming.
He was wrong. There weren't just eight pairs of feet. There were *nine*. He had missed the last one because it was so much smaller than the others. Barely half their size, tucked in amongst the rest.
The ninth body was that of a child. Smaller than Hezzi. Smaller even than Renna.
Kiana touched his elbow. "Come on, Ander. We can't stay out here."
Ander couldn't tear his eyes away. Such a tiny pair of feet sticking out from underneath that tarp. The corners were weighed down with stones, but they still flapped in the wind. Those feet, however, would never move again. They would never walk, or run, or sprint, or jump, or swim, or climb, or play.
"Please, Ander..." Kiana tugged on his arm. "Please, can we get moving? I don't... I don't want to stay out here!" She wasn't looking at him as she said that. She was looking at the drab, brown tarp with all those feet sticking out. Sixteen big ones, and two small ones.
She was crying.
Ander took a deep breath. The air was cold in his lungs and smelled of blood. Hezzi was standing at the base of the broken wall, looking down at the ground. Occasionally, his gaze would flicker up towards the tarp and he'd immediately look back down again. Sarah put a hand on his back and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, but his silvery eyes, made even brighter by his unspilled tears, remained fixed on his own feet.
Ander looked down at the she-wolf cradled in his arms. In the depths of her sleep, she had grabbed hold of Father's necklace, and he couldn't help but wonder what kinds of thoughts and dreams she might be having in this moment. Whatever they were, they had to be better than reality.
They had to be better than seeing all this death.
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Hekate's favorite tickle toy. Part 1 by Shinnjacob
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Our story begins with Hekate walking around town as she wore her hoodies to cover her identity. She was bored, and she figured she might have some time to kill. She wanted to do something evil...... But she doesn't know what.... ''Grrr..... I am so bored! Where can I have some fun? I....... I
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"Ass",
"Assjob",
"Big Boobs",
"Boobjob",
"Boobs",
"Butt",
"Buttjob",
"Cock",
"Consensual",
"Cum",
"Cumshot",
"Dick",
"Domination/Submission",
"Erection",
"Female",
"Femdom",
"Flirtation",
"Hekate",
"M/F",
"Male",
"Naked",
"Naughty",
"Nude",
"Nudity",
"Orgasm",
"Penis",
"SorcererLance",
"Submissive",
"Teasing",
"Tickling",
"Vixen",
"Wolf",
"villainess"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145775-hekate-s-favorite-tickle-toy-part-1
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Our story begins with Hekate walking around town as she wore her hoodies to cover her identity. She was bored, and she figured she might have some time to kill. She wanted to do something evil...... But she doesn't know what.... ''Grrr..... I am so bored! Where can I have some fun? I....... I just..... Felt like I have nothing to do anymore! \*Sigh\*... How can I cure my boredom....... Is there nothing, NOTHING, to have fun wi-'' She was interrupted when she suddenly saw a blue male wolf in his red shirt and blue jeans and blue shoes, as he was just minding his own business. Hekate got surprised when she saw him. ''.....Wow.......T-That wolf....... H-He looks so.....'' She then tries to shake her head. ''NO!! Pull yourself together Hekate! You're evil! And you're the most powerful mistress in the world! You should never fall in love with him!'' She said to herself.
Hekate was trying to get rid of this attraction since she would never get attracted to a simple mortal male...... But then something starts to make her change her mind. ''But wait....... Maybe this wolf might be someone to have fun with.......NO!! HE WOULDN'T!! ....Or maybe...... DAAAH FUCK IT!!! I have nothing else to do! I'll just follow him and hope he doesn't see me!'' She said again. She then starts to squat down as she starts to follow him as quietly as possible. Don didn't notice it, as he continues to walk. But then he suddenly stops walking, and he yawns. ''Aaaaah...... Man........ I'm feeling tired today.......I wonder if there some ladies in the alleyway......'' He said, as he looks to his left and walked to an alleyway. Hekate got confused when he mention the ladies. ''W-What? What does he mean by that? .....Is he looking for........ For.........For.........'' She tries to shake her head again. ''No.... Pull yourself Hekate...... You got to follow him right now.....'' She thought again, as she walks to an alleyway to follow Don.
Don stopped walking as he was in a wide space, but with nobody here as he looks around. ''Hello? Anybody here?'' He said. Hekate stopped walking and got shocked. ''OH SHIT!!! IS HE GOING TO SEE ME!?'' She thought. Don, however, didn't really saw her, as he just looks left and right, but Hekate tries to walk to the wall to hide. Don was really confused since there is just nobody in an alleyway. Not even girls. ''Huh, I guess there is nobody here....... Oh well! I might as well stay here and do something for my enjoyment.'' He said, making Hekate sigh slightly in relief, but then she got confused again. ''Wait a second....... Something for his enjoyment....... Is he going to.......'' She then slightly moves closer and closer, and then she moves her head to see Don, as he starts to take off his shirt. ''Huh? W-What is he doing now?'' Don took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest, as Hekate looks at it surprised.
''WOAH!! W-What's with his bare chest? M-Maybe he's got a......OH, NOT THIS AGAIN!!'' She thought as she shakes her head, as Don starts to take off his shoes and socks. ''Aaaah....... There is nothing more than to masturbate in the most private place ever.'' He said. Hekate got shocked. ''M-MASTURBATE!?!?'' She then starts to have an evil grin on her face. ''Hmmm....... I bet he's going to-'' She then tries to shake off her head again. ''DAMN IT HEKATE!!'' She thought. She continues to watch, as Don now starts to take off his pants. Hekate continues to watch with a more curious face. ''He's going to do it........ He's going to.......'' And so he took off his pants, as he is now wearing only his underwear. Hekate got attracted to him now, and now she has an even more evil grin. ''AAAH YES!! Perfect...... An underwear male wolf....... Now he'll be more fun to torture.....'' She thought as she now goes to walk closer and closer to him.
''Aaaah...It's such a nice day outside. I should think about a female tickle torturing me while I masturbate.'' He said as he starts to take off his underwear when suddenly, a hand touched his right shoulder, and he looks confused and then he turns around to see Hekate, looking at him with an evil grin. ''Oh you can leave your underwear on........ My dear slave......'' She said. Don got terrified when he saw her. ''DAAAH!! U-Um... H-Hello ma'am. C-Can I help you?'' ''Ma'am? Is that how you address me?'' She said as she still has an evil grin. ''O-Oh! W-Was that rude? I-I-I'm sorry...... U-Um....... W-What should I address you as?'' He said as he got nervous. ''Ooooh....... I think you just need to turn around for a bit.....'' She said. ''U-Um...... Ok.....'' He said as he did what he was told. ''Good boy....... Now then...... It's time for you to BE MY SLAVE!!!'' She said as a puff of smoke starts to cover him, as he coughs and coughs but then he starts to fall unconscious.
His head went swirly, as he starts to look around, realizing that he's in some kind of evil lair. ''Ooooh.......W-Where am I?'' He said. He looks to see a hand caressing his chest, as he still only wore his blue underwear. He then starts to look up slowly, and then he saw Hekate herself when she is not wearing her hoodie. She looks at him with an evil grin, as he looks at her nervous. ''Aaaah...U-U-U-U-Um.......H-Hello........W-W-Where am I?'' ''Your new home, slave. You belong to me now. So tell me, are you ticklish?'' She said. Don blushed when she asked that, but he still got nervous. ''U-Um...... Yes...... I-I um...... I'm extremely ticklish, from my armpits, belly, my uh...... Private parts...... And my feet......'' This response gives her a more evil grin. ''I see. And what is your name?'' ''\*Gulps\*.....U-Uh it's Don Perry.''
''Don Perry....... Sounds interesting. My name is Hekate, but that will not be a name you'll be calling me. Because for now on, you're going to be my tickle slave, and you will obey my every command no matter what, and you WILL address me as, 'Mistress'..... Understand?'' She said as she poked his nose as he gulps in fear. ''Y-Yes mistress!'' He said as clear as possible making her pleased. ''Good boy....... Now....... Here is the first thing I want you to do.'' She then sits and moves her bare feet closer to his face. ''I want you to worship my feet. And you better not use your tongue to tickle them, or else the punishment will be way WAY less than pleasant.'' Don was scared at first, but he couldn't resist worshiping her feet. ''Y-Yes mistress.'' He said as he starts to use his tongue to worship her feet and toes as she moans.
''Mmmm.........Ooooooooh yes........ Good boy.......... Mmmm....... Yes........ OOoooooooh yes...... You're doing real good.'' She said as he continues to worship her feet, not even attempting to tickle it. Don was actually enjoying worshiping her feet. ''Mmmm......Wow..... This worshiping thing...... Might not be so bad after all! But I hope she doesn't tell me to tickle them. And I hope I'm not.'' He thought. Hekate rested her hands on the back of her head as she continues to enjoy the worshiping. ''Ooooooh yes........ His tongue is soooooo good at worshiping. He might be a great slave after all.'' She thought. He then starts to worship her feet, toes, and the bottom of her feet even more and a bit faster, making Hekate moan even more. ''O-Ooooooh...... Hehe...... That's a good boy. Now lick between the toes!'' She commanded, making Don go to worship between her toes, which made her moan more and more pleased.
''Hehe....... Yes.......... Perfect........ If I continue to use him, maybe he'll be mine forever!'' She thought. ''Alright slave, you better not stop unless asked to.'' She said. Don seems to get that as he continues to worship and worship, enjoying every bit of it. ''Whew...... Now I feel calmer than ever. This worshiping part is just..... So good!'' He thought. And so he continues to worship for 3 minutes, and that's when Hekate starts to grin evilly at him. ''Alright, now STOP!!'' Don jumped and stopped, looking at her shocked. This made her even more surprised but pleased at the same time. ''Good, I thought he would be so blind into worshiping my feet all the time, but now, he's starting to obey my every command...... Hmm...... What should I do?'' She then snaps her fingers and got an idea.
''Slave, would you stand up for me?'' He did just that, as he just stood there, not doing anything as she stood up. ''Yes, that's good. Now put your hands all the way up.'' She said, making Don put his arms all the way up as he could, making her even more pleased. ''That's a good boy. Now then, I'm going to tickle your armpits and belly, and if you flinch, there will be some punishment....... Understand?'' ''Y-Yes mistress.'' ''Good...'' She then starts to move one of her finger from her right hand, as it got closer to his left armpit. Don got nervous, but he promises he will never flinch, even when he's forced to. The hand starts to slowly tickle him, as he smiles and giggles. So far, he didn't flinch. ''Yes...... That's it......... Now, how about this?'' Her finger starts to tickle him faster, making him giggle more, but he still would not flinch.
Hekate thinks to herself. ''Hmmm......So far so good....... But can he survive........ THIS!?'' She thought as she uses all of her fingers from her right hand to tickle his armpit, making him laugh. But to her surprise, he didn't flinch. He just stood still, with his mouth only moving. ''Ahahahahahahahahehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahaha ohohohohohoohoho mistress, it tickles!'' He said. ''Hmm....... Looks like I might have to do better than that.'' She thought. She then starts to use both of her hands to tickle both of his armpits, making him laugh even more. But he just wouldn't move.''AAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha aaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!'' Hekate couldn't believe this. Don love being tickled so much, he didn't even move.
''Hmm...... Why aren't you flinching my slave?'' She said as she grinned evilly. ''Hahahahahahahaha yohohohu told me noahahahahat tohohoho flinch mistress! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!'' He said. ''Oh I did? ....Hmm......Well...... There is something that you need to-TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!!'' She said as she tickles him faster. Don starts to move his eyes and mouth more as he laughs even more from the tickle talk. But he still would not move. Hekate was REALLY surprised by this. Hekate tried to tickle him as fast as she could, and yet he wouldn't flinch. This is where Hekate got one of the most pleased grins ever. ''Well well well slave....... You're being a good boy today.'' ''Hahahahahahahahaha ohohohohoho thahahahahahahahank yohohohohu mistress!'' ''But don't think this is over yet.'' Her hands start to tickle his belly, making him laugh even more. And yet despite that, he still wouldn't flinch.
That's when she starts to think to herself. What kind of wolf is he? Is he a god? A tickle lover? Who knows, but what she does know is that tickle is far from over. ''Well now........ You're starting to get impressive slave........... But can you handle THIS!?!?'' She then starts getting closer to his belly, and licks it and raspberry it. Don's face went red, and he starts laughing harder, but his body still wouldn't move one bit. ''AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHO MISTRESS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M ENJOHOHOHOHOYING IT MISTRESS!!!'' She stops the licking and raspberry as she goes back to tickling his belly and armpits with her fingers. He might just be her best slave yet.
''Wow...... I got to say, you might be the best slave I have so far!'' She said. ''However, if you can manage to stay still while I tickle you for 10 minutes, then I'll consider a reward, but if not, there will be punishment.'' ''HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES MISTRESS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'' He said. As so the tickling continues, as Don and Hekate continue to enjoy it. Don manages to stay still, allowing her extreme amount of room to tickle him. After 10 minutes, she finally stops to give him a breather. ''Alright, you can move now.'' She said, letting move his arms, and breathe. ''.....\*Panting\*.......Thank you, mistress......\*Panting\*.......'' Hekate turns around, and then she has this evil Mr.Burns facial expression. ''Excellent....... This slave actually manages to obey everything that I tell him to do. I have met slaves that are disobedient before, but he just might be the most obedient of all. If only if I can.....''
She then snaps her finger and got another idea, as she turns around. ''Slave! Lick the floor!'' Don got shocked but then..... ''Y-Yes mistress!'' He said as he starts to lick the floor with his tongue. Hekate got more surprised. ''Wow........ He didn't even question me. Hmm....'' She thought. ''Slave, stop licking and do 50 push ups!'' ''Yes mistress!'' He said as he now starts to do push-ups. Hekate starts to get more and more pleased. ''Amazing! He's just doing everything that I'm doing without objections, buts, or questions. I think I found a perfect slave.'' She thought again. Don continues to do push-ups until he finally reaches 50, and he lays down, breathing. Hekate kneels down and put his chin up. ''Slave, you just might be my best slave yet! I am going to give you a REALLY good and well-deserved reward!'' Don smiles while he breathes. ''.....\*Panting\*...... Thank you, mistress.......\*Panting\*.......''
After she lets him breathe for 2 minutes, Don stands up, and looks at her, looking like he's waiting for his orders. ''So mistress, what is my reward?'' She turned around, as she has this naughty grin on her face. ''Say, slave, have you ever been tickled before?'' She said as she moves her head back to him. ''W-Well, I think I have been tickled several times mistress.'' She turns back to look at him with a more flirtatious grin. ''Then how about you come with me to my bedroom?'' Don blushes when he heard that. ''U-Um...... Y-Yes mistress.'' She then holds his left hand, making him blush more. ''Come on slave, time for your reward.'' She said as she and Don walked together. After walking for 30 seconds, they eventually arrived at her bedroom, and they both sat down on her bed.
''Now then slave, I want you to put your hands behind your back.'' Don did so, as he puts his hands behind his back and even his legs together. ''Good boy. Now stay like this while I go get something.'' She said as she gets out of bed, and leaves the bedroom. Don just continues to stay like this, as he sighs in relief. ''Wow! Maybe being a tickle slave....... Might not be so bad after all.'' He thought as he smiles. After 15 seconds of waiting, she eventually came back with ropes on her hands, as she got closer to him, and uses the ropes to tie his hands, his wrist, and his legs up, and then she sat back down and put his legs on her lap. ''You're a really good boy today slave. Maybe you might stay still while I tickle your feet. Think you can do that?'' ''Y-Yes mistress.'' He said without hesitation.
''Good.'' She then starts to hold his toes back with her left hand and then starts to use her right hand to tickle his feet. Don laughs really loudly and hard, but despite his most ticklish spot being tortured. He still wouldn't flinch while he's laughing. Now, Hekate looks more pleased than ever. Don is now turning into her best tickle slave and her favorite tickle toy. ''......Well well well, my dear slave, you are SO going to get a whole bunch of rewards! You have just made me really happy, but if you manage to stay still for another 10 minutes, I might give you those.'' She said. ''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES MISTRESS!!'' ''Hm....... Good boy........'' She continues to tickle his feet, as her fingers spider all over it. Don still manages to stay still while his feet gets tickled.
''Hehe..... What's wrong slave? You want to flinch now?'' She teased. ''HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MISTRESS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL STAHAHAHAY STILL UNTIL I AM AHAHAHAHASKED TO MOVE MISTRESS!!'' ''Hehe....... Good......... But can you handle....... THIS!?!?'' She said as she starts to lick his soles and nipple his toes, making him laugh the hardest and loudest, but even after that, he just wouldn't move. The fact that he refuses to move when she asked him to, even when he's being tickled on his feet, is just unexpected. She looks at his dark red face, as he streams tears from his eyes, and she saw he wouldn't move. ''WOW!!! He is so loyal! I just made myself the happiest mistress on Earth!'' She thought as she continues to lick his soles and nipple his toes. Don continues to enjoy it. ''Oooooh yes mistress! Please tickle me more!'' He thought.
The tickling continues for another 10 minutes until she stops. ''Alright, now you can move.'' She said, as he now moves his head and breathes heavily. ''......\*Panting\*........ Oooooh, mistress......\*Panting\*...... Thank you so much.......\*Panting\*.....'' ''No slave..... Thank YOU!! For making me the happiest woman on Earth.'' She said. ''....\*Panting\*......Oh, you're so welcome mistress.......\*Panting\*......'' She then looks at the bulge in his underwear, as she grins more naughtily. Don blushes more at her naughty grin. ''M-Mistress? W-What are you going to do?'' ''Ooooh, I'll tell you if you answer this: Did you really enjoyed it that much?'' ''Y-Yes mistress! I enjoyed very much!'' ''Hehe..... Is that so?'' She then starts to slowly remove his underwear, making him blush and his heart beat. ''Then I think you'll be enjoying this a lot more.'' She completely removed his underwear, as he's now naked, revealing his 7-inch tall erect dick.
Hekate looks at it with an even more naughty grin. ''My my, you sure did enjoy it. But do you want to know what's really sexy?'' ''W-What's that mistress?'' She then starts to slowly take off her clothes, as Don blushes dark red. After she completely strips herself naked, Don looks at her boobies and ass with a horny face. ''Well slave, what do you think of it? My powers must have made my boobies and ass to be as sexy as possible, with hypnotizing powers as well.'' She then brings her boobies closer to his dick as she grins teeth bared. ''I suppose your body is now under the complete control of my boobies and ass slave. Just stare at it with your tongues loll out and enjoy it so they can have some more fun with you.'' She said as she laughs a bit evilly, but playfully.
''Ooooooh mistress! C-Can I call them boobies and ass please?'' He said. ''You can call them whatever you want to. Sluts, whores, sexy boobies and ass, I don't care. You deserve to have pleasure.'' She then starts to use her boobies to pleasure his dick, as Don moans in pleasure, and Hekate looks at his dick with a really evil grin. ''O-Ooooooh........OOOooooooooh..........OOooooooooh mistress.........Oooooooh........OOOOOOoooooooh......'' ''Hehehehehahahaaah. How does it feel like to be at my control?'' She said in her evil tone. ''Oooooh..... It feels great mistress........Ooooooooh............OOOOOOOoooooooh......'' ''Yes it does, because that's what you made me feel too! When I'm in a good mood, I get to make YOU in a good mood!'' She said. His dick starts to get fully erect as she continues. Don had his tongues loll out as he smiles real big. He had no idea how warm and sexy her boobies are.
''OOoooooooh...........OOOOOOOooooooooh............ Mistress........ You're so.......Oooooooh........ Naughty.......'' ''Oh, I'm not just naughty, I'M EVIL!!! And I won't stop until I get your poor dick to cum its seeds, and once it does that, it might be dying hehehe.'' She teased. ''OOOOoooooooooh...........OOoooooooooooh yes mistress.........OOOooooooooh......... I feel so helpless mistress.........Ooooooh.....'' ''Hehe...... Good........ I'll make you as helpless as possible my dear slave......'' She teased again. As she continues to pleasure his dick for 2 minutes, his dick starts to stream pre-cum leak as he moans louder and louder. ''OOOOOoooooooh........\*Gasp\*......OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooh............OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooh mistress!'' ''Hehe. Aaaaaw, your poor dick doesn't want to cum? Hehe! Too bad! He's going to cum whether he likes it or not!'' She teased.
''OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! OOOOOOOOOOH MISTRESS!!!'' He finally starts to scream out in pleasure, as his dick squirts out cum to her face and to her mouth for 3 minutes, as she breaks away. Don lays down with his tongues loll out, as she smiles. ''Mmmm........ Yes........ Now your dick must be begging for mercy, and for his life, but I won't give him that.'' She then turns around to show him her ass. ''Because his dick will die from the pleasure at my ass!'' Don looks at her ass and smiles with a horny face. ''OOOOOOH MY!!!! YOUR ASS LOOKS GREAT MISTRESS!!'' ''Heh heh....... Thank you, slave, but your dick doesn't seem to love it. But it's too bad now because I'm evil.'' She said as she begins to pleasure his dick with her ass, as Don moans in pleasure even more. ''OOOOOOOOoooooooooooh..............Oooooooooooh mistress.........OOOOOOooooooh....... Your ass is so evil!''
She looks at him with teeth bared evil grin again. ''Heh heh.Why yes they are. They're merciless and sadistic. They LOVE to hear the screams of your dick!'' She teased. ''Ooooooooh.........OOOOOOooooooooh yes mistress........ OOOOOOoooooooh........ My dick is begging for his life!'' ''Heh heh. Yes, it is. But there will be NO mercy from my ass!'' ''OOOOOOoooooh.......OOOOOOooooooh yes mistress! Ooooooh....... No mercy...........OOOOOOooooooooooh.......'' He moaned as his dick went fully erect again. Don lays down on the pillow as she continues to tease and pleasure him more and more for another 2 minutes until his dick starts to stream even more pre-cum leak. ''OOOOOOOOooooooooh.........OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooh.........OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooh mistress! OOoooooooh...... He's begging you to spare him.......OOOOooooooh.......... He's saying that he doesn't want to......OOOOOh...... Die from pleasure mistress...........OOOOOOOooooooooooh..........OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooh.....'' ''Heh heh. Really? Then my ass will kill him with pleasure, mwahahaha!'' She teased again. Don starts to moan really loudly as his orgasm starts to build up.
''OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooh............OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooh..........OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MISTRESS!!!'' He moaned. ''Heh heh heh. Oh, my slave! And now dick........ DIE FROM PLEASURE!!!'' She said as Don starts to scream in pleasure more, as his dick squirted big cum, staining her ass and her back for 5 minutes, as she breaks away again. Don lays on the pillow, breathing as Hekate looks at her ass and back with a really pleased grin. ''Hmhmhm... Looks like your dick is in Heaven now, or maybe not, heh heh.'' Don just smiled dreamily. ''OOoooooooooooooh mistress........... That was awesome!'' Hekate then starts to move his head to look at her, as she stares at him with the most naughty grin as she tickles and caresses his chin. ''You're sleeping with me today slave.'' She said, making Don surprised. ''R-REALLY MISTRESS!?!?'' ''Yes! You made me happy today slave. You deserved it. Now you're going to sleep on my chest.'' Don smiles really big. ''Thank you, mistress...... I feel really lucky!'' ''Heh. Well, you can thank yourself for being so loyal to me.'' She said, as Don and Hekate both sleep together, with Don sleeping on her chest, feeling the warm boobies.
And so, Hekate and Don started to have more and more fun with each other, with Don obeying her every command, and getting more and more rewards for it. But don't think that this is the end of the fun, no siree, there is actually more of their fun you can see and enjoy! Be sure to tune in for the next part of Hekate's Favorite Tickle Toy, and as always, leave your thoughts, suggestions, and criticisms in the comment section below. Until then, this is shinnjacob signing off!
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A Clean Sitting by StrangeBreed
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A fun little commission for Vappyflame of his cute little wolf pup Syrus with a rather naughty cubsitter. This story is mainly based around enemas. I was gentle in the descriptions of waste passing, so this focuses a lot more on the application aspect. Was fun to play around with and I hope you guys
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[
"Canine",
"Cub",
"Diaper",
"Enema",
"M/M",
"Pup",
"Stag",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152225-a-clean-sitting
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*All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is meant as parody and does not represent any child, living or otherwise.*
*...*
Syrus continued to patter his little paws around the house as he waited for his cubsitter to arrive, his mother having made a deal with the next door neighbour to watch the little wolf pup. He was quite a cute little sight to see, his back covered in bright blue fur, and belly a darker grey, his tail turning almost navy blue with a soft white tip. His eyes were a lovely sky blue and his little nose pink, currently damp as his tail wagged back and forth with excitement. "Mommy, when is Benjamin coming?" the boy asked as he wiggled on the floor, tugging at her pant leg as he looked up cutely.
The older wolf reached down with a paw to rub his hair gently, wearing a grin as she replied, "Soon dear, soon." Almost right on time to her statement there was a knock at the door, the pup scampering over to help his mother open it.
A rather shaggy but handsome looking deer was at the door, smiling as he looked down at the cute pup, "Hey Syrus, how ya doing buddy?"
"I'm good Benjamin!" the little wolf replied as he bounced up and down in place, the deer chuckling as he looked to the boy's mother, "Why don't you go get us a movie or something to watch, I'm gonna talk to your mother first, sound good?"
"Ok!" the pup said excitedly, rushing out of the room towards his small collection of films. He knew the night was going to be a blast.
...
Later that evening, Syrus lay against his neighbour as they watched roughly their third movie, the pair relaxing on the couch after a nice dinner that Benjamin had made them. The deer had continually had to fight off urges as he looked over the cute bundle of fur in his lap, the boy's cute form almost too much for him to handle. He lightly scratched his hair with a sigh as he smiled down at the young boy, snuggling him close as they continued to watch the movie. He could tell that the pup was a bit agitated, a frown on his little face as he lay there between the deer's legs. "What's wrong buddy?" the deer tried to ask, noticing the frown getting sourer by each passing second.
"It-it's nothing!" the boy lied as he scrunched up, the deer's nose sniffing the air as he looked closer to the boy. He pressed at his crotch to feel the crinkle, realizing the pup was still at the age in which he wore diapers, the padded puppy clearly having a small accident.
The boy's face blushed fiercely as he looked to his neighbour with worry, the deer shrugging his shoulders as he giggled softly, "It's no biggie bud, let's go get you changed ok?" Syrus nodded silently, slowly leading his sitter to where his mother kept the clean diapers.
...
After a quick clean up, the pup was left standing naked in the tub, giggling as Benjamin playfully sprayed the boy's butt with the detachable showerhead. "That tickles!" the Syrus chuckled out loudly as the deer kept the pup's tail raised, making sure to get every inch of his little tailhole clean.
Benjamin took a deep breath as he reached for something he had brought with him, a fetish deeply rooted in him that he had so desperately hoped to coax the boy into, "Hey umm, Syrus, want me to show you how to get extra, extra clean?"
The pup looked up at the deer and nodded, looking rather curious, "Sure Benjamin!"
The deer smiled as he slowly began to fill the small enema he had brought with him with warm water, attaching the nozzle onto the pump before raising the boy's tail again, "This might feel a little weird at first, but it'll help you get all clean ok?"
The pup nodded, wearing a big toothy grin, "Ok Benjamin!" The deer slowly pushed the nozzle against the boy's tight little pucker, the pup squeaking out as the nozzle slid into his tight hole, "H-hey, Benj-ja-min, that feels really weird!"
The deer let it rest just inside his tailhole before squeezing on the little pump, squeeze by squeeze filling the boy's rear with the warm water, "Just relax bud, you're doing good." Benjamin could barely stand the sight, the adorable little boy butt in front of him, and the way the pucker would squeeze the nozzle as he pushed more water into the boy's bowels. He pulled it slowly when the butt was full, his favourite part coming up next. The pup shook anxiously as his stomach gurgled uncomfortably, his legs wobbling as he looked a little sick, "It's ok buddy, you're doing great, just try and hold it in ok?"
The pup nodded, clearly not enjoying what was happening, but wanting to impress his older friend. He tried to hold it, lasting a good five minutes before he was almost in tears, "B-Benjamin, I really gotta go poo!"
"Alright, buddy," the deer said with a grin as he looped his paws under the boy's arms, lifting him up and placing his rump on the toilet seat, "Go ahead, you should be good now." The deer waited anxiously for it to happen, sighing happily with a blush as he heard the rushing of water spraying into the toilet bowl. The pup was panting and whimpering, but there was noticeable relief on his expression, his little body shaking as it emptied the washed contents of his bowels.
The sound echoing in the bowl eventually stopped and the boy smiled to his older friend, wearing a blush as he said, "A-am I clean now?"
The deer poked a finger to his chin as he coaxed the boy up, turning him around and raising his tail. The rump was nice and clean as the deer knew it would be, Benjamin only really checking for one last opportunity to look at the boy's cute butt. "All clean, good job buddy!" he raised his paw up to the wolf, the pup high-fiving his friend joyfully, "Wanna go pick another movie? I just gotta use the bathroom myself quickly."
"Sure!" Syrus said, grinning ear to ear as he scampered off down the hall. Benjamin sighed as he closed and locked the door behind him, freeing his rock hard cock from his pants. The act of the enema had left it throbbing, the deer wishing he could do so much more with the boy. He kept himself in check however, sighing lustfully as he started to stroke his hard length, thinking of that cute puppy butt the entire time.
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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 94 by Contrast
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94 Everything was black and cold and heavy. She did not know where she was or how she came here, only that it wasn't wrong for her to be here. It was right. It was what she deserved. _Cold-hearted bitch!_ She used to have sunshine. She remembered it was always bright and warm and happy and smiling,
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[
"Ander",
"Clean",
"Fox",
"Novel",
"Serial",
"Story",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144137-ander-part-6-subchapter-94
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94
Everything was black and cold and heavy. She did not know where she was or how she came here, only that it wasn't wrong for her to be here. It was right. It was what she deserved.
*Cold-hearted bitch!*
She used to have sunshine. She remembered it was always bright and warm and happy and smiling, even when it rained. But she broke it apart and threw it away, a precious miracle, and now there was only the deep, dark cold.
*Am I dead?*
This thought did not scare her. She was quite familiar with it. She had spent so many nights thinking about it, lying in her tent -
*GET OUT!!*
* imagining what it would be like to take a knife, slit herself from wrist to elbow, and wait for the morning sunshine to come.
No sunshine anymore. If this place was hell, it was perfect for her. A deep, dark place with no warmth whatsoever. She was all alone, and that was just the way it should be.
It was what she deserved.
Only...
What was this thing, holding her so tightly, gripping her with such desperate strength? It wasn't cold like everything else. It was warm.
Aisa tried to open her eyes -
*Aisa my name is Aisa*
* but there was something heavy pressing against them, cold and jagged. She forced them open anyway, but there was no light at all. It was just a wall of blackness, stinging her eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but now the cold was inside of her, choking her, filling her nose and throat. She tried to reach up and claw at her burning face, but she couldn't move.
There were sounds; dull, scratchy sounds all around her, muffled and damp. Maybe it was just her own fruitless attempts to break free, but she could have sworn there were voices in there, just beyond her reach.
Her lungs burned in her chest. She needed air, but she couldn't get past the dark! It was melting inside her mouth, trickling down her throat. It was the coldest thing she had ever tasted. She could feel it snaking its way into her body, biting her from the inside, injecting its icy venom into her veins.
*I'm sorry, Sunshine... I'm so... so sorry...*
Something was happening to the darkness. It didn't seem as deep as before. There were cracks, here and there, arching lines of colour inside the black, like the lining of storm clouds, only orange instead of silver, shifting back and forth. The voices were clearer now. She could make out some of the words.
"Come on! We -"
That voice sounded familiar, but...
"Faster!"
Hezzi? No, that couldn't be him. There was no way he'd be down in hell. Unlike her, he had seen the sunshine for what it really was. Unlike her, he was able to hold it without pain. He was able to embrace it without extinguishing her light.
Wait, her light? Who...?
"Mother! Mother please!"
*Renna!*
The broken light was coming and going, fading in and out, traveling back and forth through the thinner parts of the darkness like blood through veins, but she couldn't tell if it was the source of the light that was moving, or her own body finally giving up.
She wanted to reach for that light. She wanted to do it so badly, but she was too cold and her arms were too heavy. She could feel the darkness on her lips, dead and numb. She could feel it throbbing in her chest, pulsing in her eyes, pounding in her ears, slowly sapping the life out of her body.
*No...*
But that other thing, the warm thing... it was down here with her, holding her, protecting her against the cold. What was that? Was it...
*Rinno? Is that you...?*
The scratching noises were louder now, much louder. She could actually feel them right above her head.
"There! I see something! It's right there!"
"By the Cora there's two of them!"
"Mother!"
And suddenly the darkness was gone, replaced by a light more blinding than the sun itself, a brilliant flame dancing before her eyes.
"Get them out of there, quickly!"
Hands, so many hands, grabbing and pulling, dragging her out of the dark.
"Mother!"
"Stand back, kid!"
"But is she -"
"I said stand back!"
*No! Don't make her go away!*
*GET OUT!!*
*Don't make my Sunshine go away!*
*GET OUT!!*
*No! I won't! I won't ever!*
*GET OUT!!*
*I'll never throw her away again!*
Aisa gasped for air, immediately coughed up a huge mess of half-melted snow, and gasped even more. The air was freezing, but it was air, and it never tasted as sweet.
"Mother!"
It was a torch, she could see that now. A bright orange flame blazing in the dark, dripping tiny pieces of fire into the snow.
Aisa blinked, the blinding glare faded away, and suddenly her face was there. Her cheeks were covered in frost, with two clean lines of tears running through the middle, but it was her. It was Renna.
It was her sunshine.
"Renna...?" Her throat felt like shredded pieces of kindling, and her voice came out in a raspy croak.
"Mother!" She dropped the torch to the ground and, without any hesitation, without any reservation, she dove into Aisa's arms, crying against her neck.
*This child...*
Aisa was too weak to sit up. She barely even had enough strength to stay conscious. But somehow, she managed to wrap her arms around her weeping enka and embrace her like she hadn't done since she was just a baby.
"I'm sorry, Renna..." she whispered, unable to hold back her own tears any longer. "I'm so sorry..."
Unable to speak, Renna shook her head vigorously, denying any and all attempts at an apology. Her face was blazing hot, burning like the sun.
"I'm sorry," Aisa said again, gently caressing her daughter's hair. It felt like she simply couldn't say it enough. "I'm so sorry, Renna... I won't hurt you ever again, I promise..."
The wind still howled through the pass and the night was still filled with nothing but shadows and ice, but here, right now, in this moment, Aisa felt none of it. She was holding her daughter, and that was all that mattered. There was no pain anymore, not outside or inside. Only sunshine.
A deep coughing noise caught her attention. Dorin was on his hands and knees, hacking up watery strings of vomit while Hezzi repeatedly slapped him on the back, dislodging clumps of snow from his fur. The last time she saw them together they were tearing each other apart, but now...
What was happening now?
Aisa blinked and looked past her daughter's heaving shoulders. There were torches everywhere, tiny spots of light moving back and forth in the dark. Through her tears, they looked like flickering orange starbursts, and one of them was held firmly in the hands of the Wolves who had saved her baby.
Sorrin had one arm around his mate's shoulders and, unbelievably, his lip was all aquiver. This mountain of a Wolf who almost never showed any emotion whatsoever (save for the occasional surly grunt) was on the verge of tears.
But if he was right on the edge, then Mellah had sailed right past it. She had one hand curled beneath her chin, and the torchlight threw her face into a stark contrast of light and shadow, making her tears shine like torches themselves, but the one thing that stood out the most was her smile. She was happy simply knowing that Renna was happy, and that, if nothing else, made her a true mother.
*Oh, Mellah,* Aisa thought, holding her daughter tight, feeling her warmth against her cheek. *You deserve to be this child's mother so much more than I do.*
Dorin came crawling through the snow on all fours, thick plumes of vapour pouring from his mouth with every gasp and pant. "Aisa," he said. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
It was a bit disconcerting, actually, to have the leader of the warriors fret over her so. "I... I think so..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Are you sure?" He touched her shoulder, and that's when she knew.
"I thought I was dead, but you kept me warm. You wouldn't let me give up, even at the end."
He put on an awkward smile. "That's kind of what we do for each other these days, isn't it?"
She smiled back. Looking into his eyes, so concerned, she simply couldn't stop herself.
"Hey! We got another one over here!"
"Here, too!"
She didn't recognise any of those voices, but the moment she noticed them, she suddenly realised they weren't the only ones. The entire pass was filled with voices.
"Faster, come on! We're running out of time!"
"There's some more over here!"
"Hey, Jack! Bring the spade, hurry!"
"Here's another one!"
"By the gods it's a big'un!"
"They're all big'uns, dumbass!"
As her head cleared, Aisa began to realize that this whole situation was impossible. The last thing she remembered was a wave of Wolves, and then a wave of snow. So how could she be alive and breathing right now? How could Dorin? What were Mellah, Sorrin, Renna and Hezzi doing down here? Shouldn't they be up on the wall, where it was safe?
"Damn, this one's in bad shape. Come on, we need to get him out of the wind!"
"Gods almighty he's heavy!"
"Lift with your legs!"
And what were those voices!?
Aisa tried to lift herself up on her elbows, but her lack of strength was alarming. It was as if she didn't even have any arms, and she fell right back into the snow.
"Careful, Aisa." Dorin slipped his arm beneath her shoulders. "I got you."
Renna wiped away her tears, and together they helped her into a sitting position, but as she looked around at the aftermath of the 'war', she couldn't help but wonder if all that time beneath the snow had done something to her head, because she simply couldn't be seeing what she thought she was seeing.
There were Foxes everywhere, scurrying about like a swarm of ants over a puddle of honey. She watched in amazement as one of them called to his comrades, "I got a hand! I got a hand over here!" and they all came rushing in, working together to dig a Wolf out of the snow.
*They want to make sure we're dead,\_Aisa thought in horror. \_It's the safest, most logical course of action. They wait to see if any of us make it back up, and then they rush in to put a spear between our eyes.*
The Foxes shifted, and through a gap in their bodies she was able to make out the face of the Wolf in their hands. It was Denko, and he was still alive.
*No! Not Denko!* She wanted to scream, but she couldn't find her voice. One of the Foxes had a weapon on his hands: a long wooden handle with two metallic teeth sticking out of the head in opposite directions, long and curved. She could imagine all too well how easily those spikes would penetrate a skull. She even knew what sound it would make: a dull, wet crack, like a gourd split upon a sharp stone, followed by the splash of blood in the snow.
But that's not what happened.
The Fox dropped his weapon, bent down, and helped lift Denko out of the snow, puffing and wheezing. His knees trembled and his face twisted under the strain of all that weight. "Careful!" he grunted. "This guy's leg is all messed up. We have to get him to Bethany right away!"
"Man, Bethany is gonna be *piiiiiissed*!" one of his friends replied.
Aisa watched, completely frozen (in more ways than one) as they marched off together, each of them supporting one of Denko's limbs.
"W- What...?" She was so floored, she couldn't even finish her sentence.
A different group of Foxes suddenly pulled another familiar face out of the snow. It was Ivio, curled up so tightly his tail was actually touching his nose. Unlike Denko, he was still fully conscious and shivering up a storm.
One of the Foxes bent down and touched his shoulder. "Hey buddy, are you okay?"
*'Are you okay?' Did that Fox just...?*
Ivio clutched his knees to his chest and curled into an even smaller ball, staring up at the Fox with wide, frightened eyes. He was shaking so badly that even the mist from his nose was coming out in tiny little puffs.
"You cold?" And then, as if everything up to this point hadn't been crazy enough, the Fox actually removed a piece of his garb and draped it over Ivio's shoulders. "Better?"
Ivio was even more flabbergasted than Aisa, which was saying a lot. He lifted one of the sleeves to his nose, gave it a little sniff, and then looked up at the Fox. "W- W- Wh- Wh- W- Wh-"
"Do you think you can stand?" Amazingly, the Fox then took Ivio by the hand, dragged him to his feet, and pulled his arm over his shoulders. It was, quite possibly, the most bizarre thing Aisa had ever witnessed. This tiny little Fox trying his very best to support a Wolf who, by comparison, was enormous.
"Come on, buddy!" The Fox said, sounding remarkably cheerful despite the strain showing on his face. "We'll get you to a fire, warm you up right quick, okay?"
And so they walked off together, with Ivio now wearing a piece of Fox clothing that barely even reached the small of his back, still trying in vain to stutter out a question that simply refused to leave his numb lips.
"Why?" Aisa whispered, finishing the word Ivio was trying so hard to say.
Renna smiled. The fact that she was still capable of doing so, after everything she had been though, was a miracle every bit as astonishing as what was unfolding before Aisa's eyes, and the answer she gave was just like her smile. It was such a simple little thing, but it was also a beautiful thing. "Because it's different here."
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A Bump In The Night 21: In the Bushes (fanmade) by Tallnbuilt
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A Bump in the Night 21: In the Bushes. (Fanmade) Since Vendetta seams to have lost interest in the series, I will be finishing up the series myself as a favor to both myself and the community. I plan to do three stories to finish this series. This is the first. Mark found
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[
"Anal",
"Bestiality",
"Creampie",
"Cub",
"Double-Penetration",
"Incest",
"Oral",
"Pregnant",
"Series",
"Story",
"Story Series",
"Threesome",
"Vaginal",
"Voyeurism",
"Zoophilia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150239-a-bump-in-the-night-21-in-the-bushes-fanmade
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A Bump in the Night 21: In the Bushes. (Fanmade)
Since Vendetta seams to have lost interest in the series, I will be finishing up the series myself as a favor to both myself and the community. I plan to do three stories to finish this series. This is the first.
Mark found himself to be more excited than he has ever been in his life. The prospect if meeting and subjects of his favorite amateur video, and talking to them was exciting on its own. But when he overheard that cute little girl talking about giving him a show and then stroking off the dog, he was almost overwhelmed. Until then he had only read about this kind of thing in stories he found online. He never thought this kind of thing would ever happen to him in real life.
As soon as he got home he went straight to his room and began rubbing himself furiously. He had had that erection for nearly an hour. "Thank God Mom is away for the week" the fox thought to himself. Running through the house with an erection could have been very embarrassing if she were home. It did not take long for him to climax. His body twisted and contorted as he had the biggest orgasm of his life, shooting several ropes of cum several feet away. He eyed the mess he had made. He had cum all over the autographed anime poster he had gotten a few months ago.
"Oh Shit!" he yelled, quickly grabbing some tissues to quickly wipe up his mess. "I had no Idea I could cum like that!" he said to himself as he tried to save his precious poster from cum stains, only to realize with relief that he was wiping the glass of the frame he had bought for the poster. "Wow, I have jerked off to this poster several times from the same spot. I never managed to get even halfway to it before" he said to himself with an amazed look on his face. He then looked down, seeing his still rock hard erection. After jerking off a few more times and taking a cold shower, his erection finally settled.
After both his erection and his heart rate settled down a bit he began to prepare for the events of the next day. Several days earlier he took his most prized possession, the security tapes he had from that fateful day to a guy he met at a convention. The two had traded some rare magna at the convention, and Mark had learned that he was an electronics nut, the kind who you would find shopping at a Radio Shaq back in the day.
He had to part with his prized copy of "Yoru no banpu" for the privilege of using his equipment for the afternoon. But it was worth it. Copying his prized footage to digital format where it would not degrade like the VHS tapes his parents had. Being able to copy over the tapes with other footage was a bonus. He was responsible for the security tapes and did not like having the footage where others had access. If someone else discovered the little film he made he could be in a lot of trouble.
After loading copies onto a thumb drive and his tablet his mind again began thinking about the next day and his boner again raged. As he reached to undo his pants again he thought to himself "Maybe I should save some for tomorrow". After taking another cold shower and taking one of his father's sedative pills for himself, he finally managed to get to sleep.
"Bye Dad!" The twins said in unison as they stepped out of the car. Julian looked on trying to not look worried. After seeing the two walk off together with King he reluctantly drove off home. The twins immediately set off looking for Mark as soon as they saw their father drive away. It did not take long, they soon spotted the Fox's distinctive blue hair at a bench, he had been waiting for them apparently and was waving his hand slightly at them.
"Ummm... Hello...ummm Mark?" Katie said shyly. A look of shock appeared on his face "How the hell do you know my name"? he said sharply. "It was written on your Binoculars Dummy" Tommy said with a smirk on his face. As the look of shock faded from his face he began fishing in his bag for something. A nervous look appeared on his face as he pulled out his tablet. He looked around before he began to turn it on.
"Soo.....what exactly did you see at the arcade?" Katie asked. The thought of being seen by this guy excited her in a strange way, and she was curious about how he thought about the whole thing. "I saw everything, from multiple angles." He said with an odd smile. "I saw you looking at the cameras; you thought you had found a blind spot didn't you"? Katie blushed at the bold statement. "I could have sworn that I found all the cameras and saw them facing away from that spot, Do you have any secret cameras there?" Katie said with an embarrassed look on her face. Mark chuckled lightly and replied "No, but the cameras can be adjusted from the booth, and we can even adjust the zoom. I had a very good view.". "Are we on tape?" Tommy asked with a scared look on his face. "Yes and no" Mark replied, "I copied over the tapes at the Arcade, so no one there can discover what you did. But not before making a digital copy for myself. That video had become my favorite thing to watch. No way I would erase that." Katie became excited at the thought of him looking at her and Tommy doing it over and over. She even started to get aroused. "Can we see it?" Katie asked excitedly. Mark's heart began to beat faster at the request and his pants began to feel tighter. "Why do you think I got my Tablet out"? Mark said with a smile.
Mark then patted the bench next to him and began loading the video. Katie and Tommy both took seats on both sides of him, and began watching the video. Katie looked on with an excited looked on her face, while Tommy looked with a mix of worry and curiosity. Katie became more and more aroused at the situation. Watching her and Tommy on tape was new and exciting, and having this strange guy here made it even better.
"Holy shit this is really happening!" Mark thought to himself. Having the subjects of his favorite porn video watch it with him was exciting enough, but knowing he might get another show later was making his heart beat so hard he could feel his pulse in his ears. His cock was rock hard as well his erection clearly visible through his jeans. Katie looked down after the video ended and noticed it.
"I see you like this stuff mister", Katie said eyeing the bulge in his pants. Marks eyes opened wide hearing that. "I have been thinking since we talked yesterday. I like the idea of having someone watch us. And.....I wanna give you another show"! Tommy blushed as Katie just blurted that out. Mark's eyes widened and he could not help but form a wide smile. "Really?!?" Mark replied with hope and glee, the bulge in his pants now visibly throbbing. "Are you sure about this Katie"? Tommy asked with a worried look on his face. To which Katie Replied with a smile on her face "I sure am. Watching that video with you guys has gotten me really turned on. I am gonna need to change my panties when I get home". Hearing that Mark had to ask "Is there any chance I can record it? So I can watch it again later, like with the arcade"? Tommy's eyes grew wide and he looked at Katie. After thinking for a moment Katie gave the fox a reply "You can record us, but only on one condition. I want copies! Both from the Arcade and what we do today". Mark immediately produced a thumb drive from his shirt pocket. "I thought you might want the video from the arcade. It's already on this drive. If I record you with my tablet I can easily put today's events on here to".
Looking around the park Tommy asked "Where can we do it? We can't just do it here on the bench with everyone watching". Mark replied "I have been here a good while waiting for you two. I took the time to look around and I found a great spot. There is a small clear spot in those bushes over there, even has a good tree stump to sit on. I will go over there first, then you guys follow me in a minute later. Sound good?" Katie nodded in agreement, Tommie gave Katie a look and then did the same. With that Mark walked toward the bushes and went in, the twins and King following after.
They found Mark sitting on a tall tree stump holding his tablet in his hand, the bulge his pants still visible. Katie and Tommy looked around. This place was really perfect. No visibility from the outside and it was far enough from where everyone else was to they would not be overheard. Finally the tree stump was cut high enough that it made a good chair. Mark's feet actually dangled off the sides of the thing. Katie looked at Tommy, and then began taking off her clothes, Tommy soon followed. Marks bulge began visibly twitching in his pants. Katie looked at it and became curious. She had never seen a fox's willy before and was curious about it. "Mark, I see you are hard from all this, you can let it out if you want. I actually wanna see it." Katie said licking her lips. Mark then took off his pants and laid them on the tree stump and sat on them. "Let's get started guys" Katie said with a giggle. She got on her knees and waved King over to her. "You are in for a real show Mr. Blue hair" She said with a smile. She began rubbing her hand on King's willy. King sat down in front of her with his legs spread wide for her. His length quickly getting hard.
Mark could not believe this was happening. She was really jerking off the dog while he was recording the whole thing. He was switching between looking at the screen of his tablet and looking directly at the action. At that moment he wished he had a stand or something for his camera. He wanted to spend as much time as possible looking at the live action. But it could not be helped for now.
After King's erection grew to full length Katie noticed Tommy's hard willy. "Tommy, I want do things a little different this time. When I bend over, I want you to stick it in my tail hole this time. Also, lift your tail and spread your legs a bit. I want Mark to have a good view". "Oh, ok" Tommy shyly replied. Katie then bent over and began giving King a blowjob. Tommy then granted his sister's request sliding his willy beneath her tail. Mark was ecstatic. "Holy shit this is really happening!" He thought to himself. "She is giving a blowjob to her dog while her brother works the backdoor. Incest, anal, threesome, bestiality. So many tags could be put on this video. And here I am recording it live"!
Mark walked around the action, filming them from various angles. When he got around to filming from directly behind Tommy and Katie he was delighted by the view Katie had arranged for him. Tommy's willy disappearing inside her over and over. And he had a wonderful view of her pussy. "You guys are putting on a great show. And Katie, I am certainly enjoying the view from back here, especially your pussy. I see how wet it is, absolutely dripping wet. If I did not have to keep the camera steady I would be jerking off right now." That gave her an Idea for later. A moment later a whine came from King. He was cumming inside of Katie's mouth, and Katie was eagerly tasting the whole load. After king withdrew Katie was free to let out her moans from Tommy's willy stiring up her insides. Mark was sure to get some footage from the front now that the dog was out of the way. Katie looked up at him and his hard red willy. She noticed it had a knot like King. She wanted to suck on it right then and there, but she did not want to distract him from filming. A moment later she felt Tommy's willy squirt inside her. She loved this feeling no matter which hole he squirted into. After a while Tommy's willy slipped out of her and she was free to stand up again.
"That was some great footage you just made. You guys wanna have a look while I jerk off? I need to take care of this boner you gave me now that I am not longer filming." Mark said, holding out his tablet to Tommy. Tommy took it and reached to look at the video, just as Mark reached to relieve his long pent-up urges. However Katie had other plans. She grabbed the tip of Mark's willy as soon as he began to rub himself. Katie quickly have him a hungry look and said "I am not gonna let you waste that boner! We have more filming to do"! Both Mark and Tommie shot her shocked looks. "What you said about my pussy while you were filming gave me an idea. Tommy I want you to film me and Mark." Tommy gave her a shocked look and said "Are you sure about this Katie? I thought you just wanted him to watch? And dad said we only had an hour"! Mark looked at the girl with great lust. His heart was sent racing when she touched the tip of his dick. "Damm this is going much better than expected" He thought to himself. "I only hoped to film more footage today. I did not think I would be the one getting filmed. Holy shit! I might be losing my Virginity to this girl! And it will be on Camera!"
Katie pointed to the tree stump simply said "Sit". Mark quickly complied. She shot Tommy a look said "We still have plenty of time Tommy, please start the recording now". She began licking and sucking on Mark's cock. Katie took note of his knot. It was big and was slowly beginning to swell as she licked and sucked on his shaft. It reminded her of King's, however the taste of his willy was different, it was less salty and bitter than Kings, a tiny hint of sweet for some reason. She wanted to know what his semen tasted like and was eagerly awaiting the special moment where he would squirt it into her mouth. She picked up the pace, trying to suck it in deeper and deeper down her throat while her brother watched. Mark was having the time of his life; he had never had a blowjob before. And after seeing that awesome threesome earlier he really needed the release. And it was coming sooner rather than later. "Oh my...here it comes!!!" he said just before shooting his load. He looked down at Katie. She was licking the tip of his shaft during every second of his orgasm, making sure not to waste a drop of his cum. Katie was making sure to savor the new flavor of cum flowing into her. He was making it easy to get a good taste, squirting an unexpectedly large amount into her mouth.
After giving Mark a moment to recover, Katie began gently stroking Mark's willy. "Looks like you need a bit help with this" Katie said with a grin. Mark managed to blurt out through the feelings of pleasure "I decided to save up for this. I am now so glad I did". Katie turned around and asked Mark "Could you help me up onto that stump with you? I want to see how your willy feels inside me. I know you really liked the look of my vagina earlier, do you want to feel it"? "Hell Yes!" Mark replied, grabbing her leg with one hand and her butt with the other; lifting her onto the tree stump with him. Katie noticed how his hand was lingering on her bum. It gave her another idea. "Mark, I want you to use both hands to hold onto my butt. I need you to hold me there and help me move". Mark gleefully complied. Katie slowly lowered herself toward Mark's still hard shaft. As soon as she felt the tip of his shaft against her entrance, she looked up at Tommy. He was just standing there in the same spot holding the tablet steady. "Come closer Tommy, I want you to get a close up of us down there." Tommy obeyed quietly. As soon as Katie saw Tommy settle into his new position, she began lowering herself onto Mark's shaft.
Mark was in heaven. "Holy Shit this is really happening!" he let slip. As soon as Katie got down to his knot she turned her head to look at him and said "And here you thought you were only going to get to watch". Mark loved this turn of events. He was finally losing his virginity and it was even on camera. He did not dare hope things would work out this well until now.
Katie began to move up and down Mark's shaft. It reminded her of King's in a way. But with Mark she could take her time with it, unlike King who would just hump her wildly. As he went up and down she noticed how much it helped having Mark's hands lifting her up and supporting her as she slid back down. It also felt really nice having her rump and thighs held in his hands. Up and down she went along Mark's shaft enjoying the sensation of a very different willy inside her. After a while she looked to Tommy, he was getting hard again. King was sitting to his left getting hard again himself. Mark had begun gently moving his willy up and down inside her alongside her own movements. It did not take long for him to be brought to the edge again. "Oh..Ohhh..I am about to cum Katie!" he let out with a moan. With that Katie decided to lower herself down to his knot. Katie pleaded with him "Squirt it in me please. Squirt it deep inside my vagina. I want to feel your semen inside me". That request was all it took to send him over the edge. He painted her insides with his seed gleefully. Tommy looked on curiously as he saw Mark's balls and shaft twitch as they pumped more and more semen into his twin sister.
After a couple of minutes of sitting on Mark's shaft it finally softened and slid out of her. She took a minute to rest herself. Checking the time on the mobile phone she brought, she found that they still had at least twenty minutes before Dad would come pick them up. She then looked to her company. She had three different willies to have fun with. Mark would need a few minutes, but Tommy and King's bodies have had time to recover. She then thought about how much she had done. Normally she would be very tired by now. But today she was super excited and she wanted much more than normal. She figured it was both the excitement of trying something new and from being on camera. She liked the idea of having a recording of herself having sex. Just thinking about watching the video she just made was making her wet again.
She then spotted King's erection. It looked like he was hoping for seconds. "Looks like King is ready for more. Can you start another recording Mark?" Katie walked toward King and Got back on her knees, rubbing her face against his muzzle and giving him a kiss. Mark quickly grabbed his tablet and began recording again. "Rolling!" he said with excitement. With that she bend over and presented herself to king. She then patted her behind and said "King! Come here boy!" King promptly climbed up onto Katie and began mating her with his usual vigor. He kept burying himself in her depths over and over again all the way to his knot. Katie had learned to never let King mount her without making his knot appear beforehand. She did not want a repeat of the time she was knotted in the woods. Mark was staring at the spectacle in awe. "Oh wow! I did not know you did it with the dog too. Hmmm...Have you ever tried to take a knot inside before?" Katie was enjoying getting mated by the dog too much to reply. Tommie answered for her "She had it in her one time, but it really hurt her. She had to go to the doctor. We could not do it for weeks while she healed. Thankfully Katie had the idea of doing it in the butt." That answer surprised Mark. He never imagined anyone would begin trying anal sex for that reason.
After a few more moments King let out a low howl as he reached his climax and squirted inside of Katie, adding his own semen to Mark's. Unable to knot Katie King soon got off of her and laid down to rest nearby. Watching King and Katie made both Tommy and Mark hard again. They both wanted more. Katie saw marks bag and had an idea. "Boys, I have a great idea. Something new I want to try." Both the boys seamed to perk up at that. "First, Mark I need you to set your bag to prop up the Tablet next to the tree stump. I want it to film us from below". Mark complied, curious to what the young leopard had in mind. Seeing the camera in place Katie began giving directions. "Mark, I want you to sit back on the stump and help me up like last time, only this time I will be putting your willy into my tailhole. And I need you to lean back a bit too. Is that ok with you?" Mark replied by quickly getting into position and picking her up. He was eager to try this. His first oral, vaginal, and now anal sex. He did not think he would be crossing off so many sexual firsts today, and all on camera.
As mark lowered Katie onto his waiting prick again, Katie was giving Tommie an excited and hungry look. She was very excited about what was about to happen. She moaned with pleasure as she slowly slid down his pole. She had not expected it to be so intense. Tommy's was the only other willy she had in there, and Mark's was a fair bit larger. As she hit the base of his shaft she turned around to speak to Mark. "Be careful with your knot, do not let that thing swell inside me, your willy is stretching me enough as it is". "I'll be careful" Mark replied in a soft tone. Katie then turned to Tommie and gave him his instructions. "Tommie, I want you check if the camera is getting a good view, and as soon as you are done I want you to put your willie in me".
Tommy eagerly checked the camera if only to be allowed to put his willie back inside his sister. He quickly saw that is was in perfect position. The then was quick to put in hard willie inside his sister again. It felt very different than before. It was far more slippery than usual. Tommie figured it was because both mark and King had just squirted inside her. Katie's face had an new expression he had never seen before. Her mouth was hung open and her tongue was sticking out the side a little. Her eyes were distant and rolled off to the side. "This feels sooooo good boys!" she said in a faint voice. "Ok boys I need you to start moving now. I want to feel both of you squirt inside me. And don't take your time. Dad will be back for us soon". At that both boys began thrusting inside of her at a furious pace. Katie was in ecstasy, he mind had gone blank. All she could do was feel the intense pleasure of having two willies inside her at once. The boys soon found a good rhythm with each other and the sensations became almost overwhelming. She soon found herself building to a climax. She began to moan louder and louder. Mark had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her from alerting anyone. A few moments later Katie had the biggest climax of her life. She moaned so loudly that everyone in the park would have heard if Mark was not already covering her mouth. As her body experienced orgasm her muscle contractions were felt by both boys and that was enough to send both over the edge. Both Began emptying themselves inside of Katie's cute body. A few moments later they all collapsed from exhaustion.
As the group laid there, exhausted from their fun and nearly drifting off to sleep, the mobile phone Tommy took with him began to ring. It was Dad. "Tommy, I am on my way to pick you two up. I am stopping to pick us up a pizza on the way, ask your sister if she wants pepperoni or sausage". "Hey, Dad is stopping for pizza on the way to get us, what toping do your want"? Katie Replied "Pepperoni!" loud enough for her dad to hear over the phone. "Got that Dad?" Tommie asked. "Yes I did, now be ready to go when I get there". "Time to get dressed Katie, Dad Is gonna be here soon. "Ok, Tommy" Katie replied. As they began getting dressed Mark was keeping his promise of giving them a copy of everything, copying all the videos they had made onto the thumb drive for them. As he handed the drive over to Katie she smiled at him. "I am glad you found us again. I had a great time, and I loved that thing we did at the end." The fox smiled back and said "So did I. I was only hoping to get to see you two go at it again, I was not expecting to be part of the action. But I am glad you wanted to be filmed with me too. Gonna make watching the videos all the better. I have to ask. Is there any chance you guys would like to have another filming session sometime?" Tommie and Katie looked at each other. Katie gave him a sad look and replied "I am not sure we will be able to do this again soon. This may be the last time we are allowed to go to the park, or anywhere else for a long time. But after I have the Baby, Dad will probably relax and let us go places again, we can do this again then". Mark grew a stern face and replied "I understand, parents can be such a drag. Here is an e-mail you can reach me with should an opportunity arise. Or if you decide to make some videos at home and share them with me." Katie took the address down and looked at the fox again "Ok, but if you make videos with anyone else, I want to see them too." "Deal!" Mark replied with as smile.
Katie, Tommy and king left the bushes first. Leaving Mark to watch his new footage. As they were walking toward the parking lot Tommie asked Katie "What did you think about what we just did? How are you feeling"? Katie looked at him and laughed. "It was wonderful and exciting. And I cannot wait to watch what we did when we get home". Tommie Blushed when he realized what he would be watching when they got home. Just then their Dad's car pulled up, Pizzas stacked in the passenger seat. Julian gave them both a good long look as they entered the car. He noted how sweaty they both were, Katie especially. "You two look exhausted, what have you been doing?" Tommie and Katie looked at each other trying to think of a story. Julian Immediately had a sense of what kind of fun they had, knowing his children's "peculiar habits". He turned about and faced his children "I know you two had sex somewhere in the park today. I can tell by looking at you. You can't do that kind of thing outside of the house. Ever. We are in enough trouble as it is. You two getting caught in public could make things much worse." Both twins put on a frightened face. Tried to mutter a good pleading "But Dad!" but were quickly silenced by a stern face and a sternly pointed finger. He let out a sigh. "Now let's go home and eat. Your aunt Caroline is waiting for us." With that he put the car into gear and headed home.
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First Taste [Trade/Collab] by Lukas Kawika
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:D me + http://www.furaffinity.net/user/hevoyic decided to do a trade! but neither of us really had any preferences, so THEN we decided to sort of work on it together! he's working on a pic to go with this story, and you fuckin bet I'ma upload it when he's done. He also did the neat thumbnail, but
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[
"Canid",
"Drinking Piss",
"Foreskin",
"Foreskin play",
"Gay",
"Glory hole",
"Hookup",
"M",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Oral",
"Oral Sex",
"Piss",
"Piss marking",
"Public",
"Uncut",
"Watersports",
"hellhound",
"marking",
"piss drinking",
"public sex"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143481-first-taste-trade-collab
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What did she think she was doing, sending him messages like that - and at a time like *this*, too? He'd *told* her where he was. *Not my fault you've got a strange urge to read all your messages when you get them*, she'd said - as if that was weird! He'd been in the middle of sending back a text when the first of those pictures came in, big and full across his phone screen while he was in the middle of the store right next to a group of kids from whatever local high school.
*Big and full* indeed. Even after he'd shoved his phone back into his pocket and hurried away, his sharp ears still picked up their giggles. Of course that hadn't been the last picture, though, and of course she knew that he wouldn't be able to resist if she told him (that was important: *told* him) to slip a paw into his pants and take some of his own pictures in exchange.
Except he'd forgotten that his flash was on at first. And then he didn't think to check around the corner. And *then* he almost slid into an occupied changing room, because the damn person hadn't locked the door. He was fairly certain that one of the store employees had been following him around for a while, too, so - two birds with one stone - he ran off into the bathrooms at the back of the store, took the far stall, and *finally* got around to enjoying himself, now that he actually had both the time and opportunity. Of course he made sure to get the pictures she'd wanted, too.
Didn't help that it had been a few days since he'd last been able to get off. The hellhound lounged back against the tank behind him, one paw gripping his pants around his thighs while the other continued to work along his length, fingers rolling smoothly over the ridges on the underside. This really hadn't been his intention when he'd decided to come to the mall this morning, but... well, it would be a lie to say the thought hadn't entered his mind. And, now, there was just - too damn *much* on his mind. His claws dug into the fabric of his pants and he steadily humped up into his other paw, breath coming out through parted lips.
Every time the door to the bathroom opened, he'd slow down just a little bit and keep an ear perked, but - honestly, there was some sort of intrigue or pleasure for him in knowing that someone might be able to figure out just what he was doing. The way he was lounged back like this, how he still had his pants mostly on, the quiet, rhythmic shuffling of his movements... and then he hadn't noticed until quite a bit into his *distraction* that (lucky him!) someone had carved a hole between this stall and the next, conveniently at about muzzle-height for someone sitting in his place.
Looking at the edges, it had been covered or filled on more than a few different occasions, only to be continually cut out and the edges smoothed with duct tape. Someone must be a regular customer, then. The hellhound had sent a picture of *that*, too, of course with his own hard cock still in view of the frame, with the message *hey, maybe I'll get lucky today ;)*, and then a few seconds later received in response-
*Good thing you like sucking dick, then, huh, Hev?*
That was also part of the reason he perked his ears whenever someone else came in, and why he sort of half-leaned to the side - so he could get a better look through the glory hole, so he could more easily see if the adjacent stall door would open. No luck yet, but... his tail flicked around the base of the toilet underneath him, hearing the gentle tapping of claws on the tile floor. Whoever it was had already passed urinals: either that was the employee coming to throw him out (how rude; he hadn't had a chance to finish yet) or - or...
Sure enough, the door to the next stall swung open and then shut, and then some slim guy's body obscured Hev's sight through the hole. The hellhound straightened up, sliding his paw down to the bulge of his knot still hidden within the short black fur of his sheath: this visitor was breathing a bit heavily, and swiftly worked at his belt and the fastenings of his pants, but remained standing. He stood *just* far forward that Hev couldn't get a good look at him, though, but: quiet *zip* of his fly being undone, low exhalation of breath, first drips that quickly strengthened into a steady stream - and the hellhound's proximity to the glory hole as he leaned over allowed him to just barely pick up the familiar dry bite of fresh piss, something that in itself was enough to make him throb in his paw.
Maybe he was a bit more worked up that he first though. Next thing he knew, he'd rested a pair of fingers on the bottom rim of the hole curled into the next stall, and then, quietly-
"Hey. Mind giving *me* a taste of that?"
It came to an abrupt stop, the visitor visibly startled by Hev's voice. More rustling, a half-turn of the body, and - sleek cream bellyfur above an uncut shaft, foreskin half-rolled back in a webbed finger and a thumb, darker earth-brown in coloration. An otter. When he spoke, he seemed unsure of himself. "I... excuse me?"
Just because this was his first time doing anything like this didn't mean he had no idea what to do. That would be silly. After all, Hev had watched a *lot* of videos, and read a lot of comics and stories on this particular scenario. Part of him doubted he'd have the confidence to do this if he weren't already halfway to climax, but - he was here now, and he'd gotten the otter's attention. A single drop of pale yellow piss dripped off the end of that revealed head, before the otter rolled his foreskin forward over it and then turned away again.
"Just saying, man. I could help you out."
Silence, shuffling. Hearing how urgent it had been when he'd first come in, there was no way that it was comfortable for this otter to stand here and hold it after he'd already gotten started. Hev licked his lips, trying to taste that salty spice on the air again. "Well, I, uh... can I - finish here, first?"
"Well, sure." His phone dropped off of his lap and onto the floor with a muted *thump*, then, as the hellhound turned to bring his muzzle closer to the hole. "Swing that my way and I'll drain it for ya."
Even if that came back as a no, just *saying* that had been enough to make him shiver faintly with pleasure. The otter was definitely putting some thought into it, too, seeing how he stood there with his paws on the waistband of his pants, halfway between turning and staying in place; his urgency was visible, too, in how he shifted from one foot to the other, one to the other-
\-and then right as he opened his mouth to ask again, Hev had to move his head back a little bit, with the soft uncut shaft suddenly pushed through the glory hole. Good amount of overhang, fair-sized, moisture of his piss visible in the wrinkled skin at the end... the hellhound dragged his tongue over his lips first before doing the same to the offered cock, taking that slight saltiness into his mouth.
His pale blue eyes flicked up towards movement near the top of the stall - the otter curling his webbed fingers over the edge of the divider for support - and then another soft exhalation of breath, a slight push forward... and that same salty spice quickly flowed out into the hellhound's muzzle, the heat taking him by surprise at first. He held his fingers at the base of his length to keep it resting between his lips, tongue working its way up into the tapered skin and back against the hot stream, but... he very quickly became aware that he'd underestimated the otter's urgency in making it to a bathroom.
Of course it wasn't the *most* foul thing he'd swallowed down. By far, no; in fact, he could drink this otter's mark with relative ease compared to some of the *other* times someone had emptied their bladder into (or onto) his tongue. One swallow, a second, a third, and then he had to catch his breath: he parted his lips but kept his tongue cupped, allowing the smooth, hot liquid to pool in the bottom of his mouth and run out of the corners of his lips, soaking into his dark fur and his shirt. That was something he'd worry about later.
From the other side of the divider came another quiet exhalation of relief, accompanied by a slight throb in the shaft held in his fingers. With those fingers, he tugged the otter's foreskin back, briefly interrupting his stream and causing it to splash up against his lips and nose. Warm, smooth head, bearing a different and heavier musk than the piss that Hev could already taste on his breath above what continued to douse his tongue and chin - he had to swallow again, and briefly shivered with the saltiness.
There was just something about running his tongue over and around the ridged rim of this otter's skin while he continued to empty his bladder into his muzzle, showing no sign of slowing. Slick from natural musk as well as both saliva as well as his own mark now... Hev closed his eyes and let it roll out of his mouth, down over his chest and under his shirt, dripping into his lap and along his own throbbing hard length. Part of him wanted to move back a little bit and receive that piss all over himself, just so he'd be able to smell it as strongly as taste it...
...and the part of him that wanted this was the part that hadn't gotten off in a few days. Instead, though, he just tilted his head down a little bit, rolled that foreskin up over his tongue, and angled the otter's cock down towards his chest, intentionally arcing his aim against his own chin and forcing it to spray down over his body. Again, that was something he'd worry about later.
With the flicking of his tongue and movement of his lips on the otter's shaft, though... Hev might have gotten a little bit *too* into swallowing down his taste. Before long, that stream had pinched off to a dribble perhaps too quickly than it naturally should have, and the hellhound felt the also-familiar twitching and throbbing of a hard cock on his tongue, with the otter gently pumping his hips forward through the glory hole. It'd be quite rude to stop here, wouldn't it? So Hev tightened his grip on that cock and got right to work, closing his lips and bobbing slowly along its length, keeping his tongue in place first to catch any drops he'd missed.
He kept his paw in rhythm with his muzzle as he worked, eyes still closed and lips tight. With this movement he could feel the otter's slick foreskin rolling forward and back, forward and back over his tongue and against the roof of his mouth, the taste and scent of his arousal mixing with the sharp bite of his piss on Hev's tongue, muted with - to put it simply - how well-hydrated he'd been. Though that took some of the fun out of it, it \_did\_make it quite a bit easier to swallow down as much of it as he had to give... and would allow the hellhound to slip out of this damn store with fewer people wrinkling their noses and staring at him.
While this glory-hole thing was a first, *that* had been something he'd experienced before. It *had* been more than seriously embarrassing, bearing such a strong (and exceedingly masculine) scent of piss not only in his chestfur, but also atop his muzzle, soaked into his pants, and on his breath, while having to make his way back out through the crowds of people to his car, but... *God*, what a *rush*. He'd actually had to lie back and rub another one out, keeping his wet shirt pressed against nose as he did so, before he could think straight enough to make his way back home.
A quiet scratching came from above, as the otter's fingers tightened on the divider above Hev's head and his claws scraped against the - what, wood? He hadn't even thought about what it was. Not that it mattered, and besides, there were *much* more important things at hand. As he bobbed, picking up speed and energy, the hellhound curled his tongue up around the head of the otter's cock, intentionally rolling that foreskin up over it every time he came back up; doing that seemed to make him twitch and throb and thrust forward even more forcefully than he already did, which he took as a good sign.
Hell, with everything going on, Hev had to slow his other paw on his length, knot now out of his sheath and already swelling to its full size with his growing arousal. Being marked, and especially drinking down that mark, had a tendency to do that to him - which the friend he'd been texting knew quite well. That was something she often liked to tease him with. She'd probably be a bit pissed if she found out that he *had*, in fact, had some fun through this glory hole today, but - his phone was out of his reach right now. And again, there were more important things.
The door to the bathroom squeaked open again, and both of them stiffened and stilled in response: footsteps across the tile floor to the urinals, rustling of clothing, sound of a zipper... all above the otter's panting, deliberately quiet, and the sounds of Hev's lips as he continued to work on him, slow and careful. He moved back so that only the otter's head remained between his lips, his tongue swirling and churning against the underside, along the line of his frenulum... with his ears perked, he could hear perfectly well the effect that this had on him. And - he could *feel* it, too, in more little twitches and throbs, in the otter pushing even more firmly forward towards his muzzle.
Who had the patience for this, though? Even with whoever had just walked in still busy at the urinal, Hev adjusted his position again so he could dive back down on that twitching length, down until his nose bumped against the cool surface of the stall divider. He remained there for a moment, keeping the otter's girth cupped in his tongue, tasting his salty pre that oozed down into the back of his throat.
With the time that had passed, the aroma of the piss that Hev had deliberately missed and let soak into his clothes had started to tickle at and curl around his nose, causing his whiskers to twitch and making him draw in deeper breaths. With the otter pushing so close to his side of the glory hole, some of his scent had come over and mixed with that as well... if not for this damn divider, the hellhound would have put no second thought into diving down as far as he could and burying his nose against his lower abdomen. Hell - since he still felt as though he hadn't completely emptied his bladder before getting worked up by the tongue, Hev fully intended to drain his balls and then remain with him buried in his throat to drink down the rest.
That opportunity was starting to come close, too. Now the otter steadily worked his hips forward and back while Hev bobbed along his length, paw remaining against his lips to tug his foreskin back and roll it forward, even slicker now with both saliva and pre. The other person finished up at the urinal - loud flush, during which Hev's ears picked up a tense, shuddering moan - and moved to the sink, giving them both a chance to let out a few more little noises of enjoyment. By now, Hev couldn't tell if it was piss or pre that rolled down the underside of his own length, and he didn't really care.
If he had time to himself, he'd have liked to make this like one of his nights spent at home, alone and *very* horny. Once or twice (or three or four times, or five) he'd intentionally chugged a two-liter of water at least once, waited a while, then rolled over himself in the bathtub, braced his feet against the wall behind him, and - held his breath and released all over his muzzle, his chest, his tongue. The angle made things a bit awkward, and often he found that he had to settle back down onto his back with his shaft held in his paw at some point... but once he'd gone *that* far, there was no point in settling for just that. If he had the time and patience to clean up afterwards, he'd set out a pile of towels on his bed and do the same thing, though would continue to squeeze himself down until the hot, hard flesh of his own cock slid up between his lips, and so that he could directly drink his own mark like that.
Then there was the time one of his friends came over unannounced, and rang the doorbell *right* as the hellhound was squeezing himself together, paws firmly on his hips above his muzzle to bring his cock as far into his muzzle - an inch and a half or so; he'd had a lot of time to practice - while his entire body shook with orgasm. *That* had been a bit of a surprise. He didn't think to brush his teeth afterwards, either, and - could still remember the look on that friend's face when they must have smelled his breath.
The otter let out another sigh of a moan as soon as the bathroom door closed again, and then gripped onto the top of the divider with both paws. Hev returned his other to his shaft to finally take up stroking himself again, kept near his peak of arousal by all the tastes, all the scents washing over his senses and bearing him down. He felt the otter's orgasm before he actually came in a few quick, hard thrusts, a couple strong throbs, a sharp intake of breath - and then one, two, three, four powerful spurts of liquidy cum out into the back of his throat, quickly swallowed down. While stroking out the rest of his load, the hellhound opened his muzzle wide and let his tongue catch the final weaker spurts, salty and slightly sour once he'd swallowed it down. This otter needed more fruit in his diet.
That done, Hev moved that paw down to his own chest and sank his fingers into the soaked fabric and fur, still slightly warm with the heat of his body, as he quickened his pace on his own cock and swirled his tongue around the otter's slowly-softening shaft. Now he couldn't tell if it was his own panting or that of this stranger on the other side of the glory hole he heard, but - the fast rustling of his wrist against his pants, the quiet sounds of skin on slick skin, his rising heart rate in his ears-
\-well, Hev was right about this otter being interrupted before. As he could feel the bright pressure of his own peak approaching, that same hot, salty piss started to flow out onto his tongue again, still cupped beneath his head. There wasn't much left, and the otter gave it with a slow, quiet sigh, but - the warmth and taste, the scent were all enough to kick Hev over the edge. He didn't even think to tug his shirt up (*what would be the point?*), instead just closing his lips around the end of the otter's length, letting him continue to fill his muzzle, and jerking up into his paw until the hot pleasure had been suitably released out over himself. Only then did he swallow down that last mouthful, and drew his tongue over his lips afterward to finish off any stray drops.
"Gosh..." he heard from that next stall, accompanied by some rustling. After another moment, the otter took a step back and zipped his pants back up. "I needed that more than I thought..."
Meanwhile, Hev looked down over himself and at the shallow pool of slightly-yellow piss that had gathered around the base of the toilet. Luckily his phone had dropped out of its range; he leaned over to pick it up and was about to slide it into his pocket, when he realized that he was \_really\_soaked. How the hell was he supposed to get out of here - a store in the mall, not even near an exit - with his clothes and fur thoroughly wet and smelling of someone else's piss?
Something he'd worry about later. Always something for later. Silver lining: he had a *damn* good time. Another silver lining was that - hey - he was no longer thirsty. And, another, when he looked over towards the glory hole again...
A wrinkled twenty dollar bill held through, between two webbed fingers. He took it and looked it over: on one side, in slightly unsteady handwriting, was the name *Lukas*, followed by a phone number. On the other was someone else's phone number, crossed out with the same marker.
Before he could give his thanks or return his own number (what, was he supposed to just send a text with *hey, I'm the guy who drank your piss and sucked your cock this past Sunday*), though, the lock of the otter's stall clicked open, he briefly washed his paws at the sink, and then the bathroom door squeaked open and closed behind him.
Hev reached up and wiped the back of his paw across his mouth. His phone vibrated on his leg, and when he looked down - *7 unread messages*. He had a bit of explaining to do.
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Dune Ridge - Chapter 1 by ZielZorix
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This is a sci-fi series that me and my friend Drakk have been RPing. We are currently on OUR chapter 4. Each chapter of our RP has been a minimum of 50 pages, so we decided to break them down into smaller chapters so you guys and gals will have an easier time reading it. So you can expect a total of
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"Canine",
"Equine",
"Fox",
"Gecko",
"Horse",
"Husky",
"Lizard",
"Mercenary",
"Reptile",
"Sci-Fi",
"Science Fiction",
"Vulpine",
"Wolf",
"space ship"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148007-dune-ridge-chapter-1
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Hugging his long, worn and sand pelted coat around himself, Art squints at the listings tacked to the announcement board inside the window of the local transfer station as the passing sand storm blows out the last of its might before dying down. The tall hunk of equine sighs as he scans the help wanted listings he had seen yesterday that turned him down.
Despite his mechanical specialty and physical prowess, all of the advertisers turned him down because he was asking for more pay than they could offer. After his father had passed and the sandship business they worked for began to fold under, Art had to find other means of pay to take care of funeral costs and support himself.
Just as the horse was about to give up, a new listing scribbled on a partially folded napkin caught his eye:
\_ Fun! Adventure! Fulfill your wildest fantasies and MAKE MONEY DOING IT! Need skilled weapons expert/ navigator/ and ship mechanic. Serious inquiries only. Contact Jack via inter-city mail code: OR-57 or find me at shipping yard 9D. Look for the fastest vessel there!\_
At first, Art thought it was a joke. Some transfer station troll that wanted a good laugh. He scoffed and was about to turn away when the memory of his father's nagging voice stops him.
"Arthurus! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!"
Though not related at all to his current situation, the comedic memory made him think twice. What did he have to lose? Quickly, the equine scribbles the info down in a small notebook he kept and then walked away.
\-
Varkis Marovik had to figure out some way to get down to the planet's surface. The tall, Yellow-throated Plated Lizard was down to his last few credits, and those needed to be used for food and lodging.
Looking around the station's pub, he saw a few familiar, and attractive, faces that he knew.
They were captains that he knew provided transport to various locations, Dune Ridge being one of them.
"Single malt scotch please," he ordered of the bartender. As he was waiting on his drink, he spotted an extremely familiar face across the bar sitting at a table in a corner studying what appeared to be maps. He smiled mischievously as he stood up, adjusted the red tie he was wearing with his black suit, and sipped his drink as he made his way to that particular table.
"Well, Elvin," he stated as he sat down across from the handsome Blue Tongue Skink he had spotted from across the bar. "How have you been?"
"What do you want, Varkis?" Elvin replied a little annoyed as he looked up from his maps.
"Oh come now," Varkis replied, feigning hurt, "is that any way to speak to an old friend?"
"What do you want, Varkis?" He repeated, firmer this time.
"Well, since you are going to be all about business, I will cut to the chase."
Varkis sipped his scotch before continuing, "I need to get to Dune Ridge, and out of the pilots here, you are the only one I trust."
"You know my transport fee: fifty credits one-way, one twenty-five round trip."
"See that's the thing," Varkis responded taking another sip, "I don't have that much money."
"Then I can't help you," Elvin stated matter-of-factly.
"Not even to help out an old friend?"
Varkis gently placed his right hand on top of Elvin's left, his face softening a bit.
"Remember that night we spent on Sirius together?"
"Oh, I remember," Elvin replied as he sternly jerked his hand away from the lizard in front of him as he blushed. "It's credits, or you stay here."
A sly smile crosses Varkis's face.
"Well, I am sure we can work something out," he says as he looks at Elvin with bedroom eyes while licking his lips and suggestively running his finger around the rim of his glass.
About an hour later, the transport ship touched down at Dune Ridge's port and the rear cargo hatch opened. Varkis sauntered down the hatch carrying a large suitcase leaving Elvin behind him sitting on the floor of the cargo bay with his pants around his ankles and a quickly softening erection.
Varkis wiped a bit of white off of the corner of his mouth with his pinky and licked it off as if it were cake icing.
"Well," he said taking in his surroundings, "time to make money."
He walked over to the ad board and scanned it. Out of all of the professional and semi-professional ads posted, it was the one on a napkin that caught his eye:
\_ Fun! Adventure! Fulfill your wildest fantasies and MAKE MONEY DOING IT! Need skilled weapons expert/ navigator/ and ship mechanic. Serious inquiries only. Contact Jack via inter-city mail code: OR-57 or find me at shipping yard 9D. Look for the fastest vessel there!\_
"Navigator, eh." He arched an eyebrow as he said, "9D," to no one in particular before walking off.
\-
"Art, please reconsider. If you just give us a couple months, we can scare up more work."
Sandra, a tall lynx, begs the big horse as he packs up his tools into his roll away tool box. Art sighs as he pauses to look at a picture on the wall of him and his father standing next to a huge anti-grav coil they had repaired together. The pang of loss still hurt deep inside. He missed hearing his father swear even though Art is soft spoken himself.
"Sandy, if I don't come up with the credits I need to pay for my father's burial, they are just going to ash him. He doesn't want that. He was born here and he want's to be buried here."
"I know you love your father and you want to carry out his wishes, but we can't maintain without you! Art, you're the only one left here that can rewire anti-gravs. We need you! I mean.. how much is this person paying you? Can they keep paying you?" The big, chestnut colored equine sighs and takes the picture down and stuffs it into the top of his box before locking it up and unlocking the rolling wheels. He turns to Sandra.
"He is paying all of my funeral costs and ensuring me that I will always have work. I'm sorry Sandy..."
Exasperated, the lynx watches as her big mechanic rolls his tool box out and into the back of a small transport ship.
\-
The short Leopard Gecko sat on the edge of her bed at the inn she had just checked out of, holding a small framed photo in her hand. The photo was of her as a young hatchling riding on the shoulders of her muscular father.
A small tear trickled down her cheek and splattered on the glass covering the photo.
"I will find you, daddy." She said as she gently touched her father's face in the photo.
After drying her eyes, she packed the photo into her large black duffel bag which contained the photo, some clothes, and a few weapons.
Down in the inn's bar, she sat and ordered a beer after placing her bag at her feet. She hadn't been able to find any leads on her missing father's whereabouts, so she decided to find a ship's captain and try to join a crew.
She sat at the bar for a few minutes nursing her beer when a cocky male panther sat down next to her.
"How's it going there, sweet cheeks?"
"Don't call me, sweet cheeks." She responded icily.
"Okay, okay doll. My bad." He said as he undressed the curvy reptile with his eyes. "How about you join me and my crew. I think you would be a good fit for us."
She rolled her eyes as the clueless male continued his heavy-handed advances. He was so fixated on bedding her and calming his own raging libido that he didn't notice her right hand slide to the handle of the large combat knife in the sheath on her right hip.
"Fuck off," she responded as she was rapidly becoming annoyed.
At that moment, Venton, the Red Panda bartender walked over to the group.
"I wouldn't mess with her, Jago," he warned.
"It's okay, Venton, I've got this," Sierra said waving him away.
"Yeah, Venton, she's got this," the panther mimicked.
"Okay. Your funeral." Venton said as he shrugged and walked away.
"My funeral?" Jago scoffed. "What are you gonna do? Crush me with these beautiful things?"
As Jago threw an arm around her shoulders and groped her ample breast, she saw red.
In a blinding flash of movement, she removed the panther's arm from around her and removed the large knife from its sheath. She then placed her assailant's hand flat on the bar, and pinned it there with her knife.
The panther screamed in pain as she slammed his head onto the bar with her left hand and held it there. All Venton could do was smile with an "I told you so" look on his face.
"Listen here, asshole," she said as she pressed down on his head, "I don't know what kind of tavern tarts you and your dipshit crew are used to dealing with, but I am not one of the them! When I say 'fuck off," I mean FUCK...THE HELL...OFF!"
She then jerked the knife out of the panther's hand causing a little blood to spurt from the gaping wound.
She paid for her single drink, and left the wounded panther clutching his hand as it bled freely.
Once outside the inn, she began to walk to the transport station's notice board to see if she could find a crew to work with.
Before she reached it, a gust of wind blew a napkin right into her face.
As she removed it and was about to throw it away, she noticed something was written on it:
\_ Fun! Adventure! Fulfill your wildest fantasies and MAKE MONEY DOING IT! Need skilled weapons expert/ navigator/ and ship mechanic. Serious inquiries only. Contact Jack via inter-city mail code: OR-57 or find me at shipping yard 9D. Look for the fastest vessel there!\_
"Sounds promising," she shrugged as she walked to the shipyard.
\-
The shipyard bustled with activity as Jack loaded crate after crate into the loading bay of his modified class C transport vessel. Sweat coated his black and white fur and soaked the sleeveless white shirt he wore. He was given a short period of time to load and leave and wanted to keep under the radar of the dock inspectors that roamed about. The boxes he was currently loading were definitely not filled with processed protein supplements like the shipping slip suggested and he didn't want suspicious inspectors popping a crate open to find pulse cannon cells and cobalt mag rod rounds stacked inside.
"Um.. Jack, sir?" A deep but timid voice startled him for a moment before he turned to see a large chestnut colored horse standing behind him holding a duffel bag. Jack's face lit up.
"Art! You made it! I'm glad you found me. I don't suppose I could get your help with these crates, could I?" Art nods and sets his bag down and begins loading two crates at a time with Jack.
"Your tools arrived just a bit ago. I had them secured in the mechanical room in the ship. That is also where your quarters will be. I want to thank you for your correspondence. I was hoping to get answers quick." Jack explained as the two started loading some longer crates in.
Sierra had searched the shipyard for about an hour trying to find "the fastest vessel there" with no luck until she happened upon the ship Jack and Art were loading. From her time in the military, she knew that class C vessels could really scoot so she figured this must be it.
"Excuse me," she said adjusting the strap of her duffel bag on her right shoulder, "Is one of you, Jack?"
The sweat covered wuski stops and turns to her.
"Why yes! And you are?" he says smiling widely.
"Captain Sierra Zyne, 4th Regiment, Able Company...well...formerly anyway. Munitions and Firearms are my specialty. I saw your advert for a weapons expert, and thought I would see if I could be of service."
"Uhh.." Jack quickly glances at the crates.
"Yes! You are just in time! I usually like to take things slow," he says with a sly wink before continuing, "but we are a bit pressed for time. You're hired! You can drop your things just inside and give Art here a hand with some of these crates. We weigh anchor in about thirty minutes!"
Art smiles shyly and gives her a polite head nod as he heaves a very large crate onto his shoulder and carries it up into the sandship.
Sierra places her bag down just inside the cargo bay. The bag did not leave her shoulder as smoothly has she had intended, dragging the right shoulder strap of her black tank top with it exposing the right half of her black bra.
"Shit." The shoulder strap of her bra had slid off of her shoulder as well.
As all women do when about to be exposed, she was quick to make sure the cup of the bra stayed in place as she re-adjusted everything. She turned, blushing ever so slightly, and began to help Art load the crates.
Jack bit his lip. He wanted to say it, but he knew he shouldn't. Not now. There's a time and a place. This may be a good enough place but definitely not the right time as one of the auditors were beginning to eyeball his ship suspiciously. He filed the thought of seeing her breasts in the 'ol spank bank and started going over his fake inventory sheet to give the dock clerks.
Varkis knew he had found the right ship by the looks of the individuals loading the crates onto it.
*'Poor girl,'* he thinks to himself after watching what happened with Sierra, *'she probably doesn't even know her proper sizes.'*
He walks over to the black and white wuski and extends his hand.
"I would assume that you are Jack, correct?" the wuski, looking up from his inventory sheet, gets a nervous look on his face, and holds up his hands.
"Look, I know some of the crates came in a bit heavier than logged. Distribution had a heavy run and wanted to get the extras without clogging up production. I'm going to let them that they cannot do that anymore. Cut me a break, I'm just the transport guy."
Varkis lets out a barking laugh.
"No no no!" He laughs as he gently places a hand on Jack's shoulder. "I'm Varkis Marovik. I'm here to be your navigator, and I couldn't care less about what is in those crates...but what is standing in front of me is a different story."
He undresses Jack with his eyes. The wuski squirms a little under the reptile's gaze.
"Uh-h-h right! You're hired! We're heading off in about twenty minutes. Go ahead and set your things inside. Nav station is second level right behind my seat. I hope you are familiar with galactic A-class nav systems. I found the class C transport limited to my...needs. Don't ask where I got federation spec nav systems...it just uh...fell off a crate...yeah! Anyways, set a course for Gall Canyon City. I have a few things to acquire there."
"Roger that, Captain." Varkis eyes him once more. He liked a challenge. "Lieutenant Marovik, ready to serve."
He gives Jack a small salute and walks up into the ship.
As he enters the cargo bay, Art catches his eye. Varkis can't help but check out the young stallion with a smile as he passes by.
Art looks up from where he was bent over setting a crate down and blushes under Varkis' smile. He never really had anyone look at him like that before, and it made him feel...different. Not wanting to upset Jack on his first day, the stallion quickly finishes loading up the last of the heavy crates.
With the cargo bay mostly full, Jack quickly drops off the paperwork with the dock auditors and hurries back to the ship as Art and Sierra finish pushing empty carts away from the sandship.
"Alrighty! No time for pleasantries, it's time to head out!" The wuski barks as he quickly ushers the two into the ship.
Once inside, he orders them up to the main deck where Varkis was planning their first trip. As they all are strapping in, a voice comes in through the radio.
"Attention transport 3117. This is Benjamin Dougherty, officer of shipping inspection and compliance. We have some questions about your freight before you go. Could you come down to the dock so we can take a look?"
Jack immediately becomes tense and starts adjusting a dial on the console in front of him. Heavy static starts distorting the voice coming through asking for confirmation.
"Sorry officer! I can't hear what you're saying! Must be another sand storm coming in disrupting the frequency! I've got a schedule to uphold so call the number on the sheet if you have any questions! Good day!" The captain barks through the intercom just before firing up the anti-grav and immediately going full throttle out of the ship yard, almost hitting a couple ships as he maneuvers his way out and leaves the stunned and frustrated shipyard auditors waving their hands.
"No, that's not suspicious at all," Sierra quips sarcastically as she lets go of the console she had grabbed to keep herself upright due to the ship's sudden acceleration.
"I agree," said Varkis, "however we are not the captain, so it is not our place to judge."
"Yeah, but we are part of the crew, and if the captain does anything illegal," she sneers, "we go down with him."
"I am Varkis Marovik, by the way," he says extending his hand.
"Sierra Zyne," she replies shaking his hand.
"And some friendly advice, hun," Varkis said as he lightly pulled on the shoulder strap of her tank top, "You might want to re-measure your sizes. I think you are wearing just a hair too big."
Sierra lets out an angry hiss as she says, "My sizes are just fine, pretty boy!"
"The ladies must love your sunny personality," Varkis quips dryly.
Sierra was starting to shake from anger.
"Why you son of a --"
"Alright!" Barks Jack, immediately demanding everyone's attention as he hits auto pilot, pulls off the headset he was wearing, and turns around in the captain's chair. They had reached a pretty fast speed and were on a course away from main shipping routes.
"Here's the deal. I won't lie, I'm horrible at it anyways. You two," the wuski motions to Sierra and Art, "just loaded several million credits worth of high grade federation munitions in the back. We are currently aboard a modified class C ship fitted with some of the most advanced weaponry available and we are headed to Gall Canyon City."
He sighs a little before continuing. "I understand if you want nothing to do with this, and I have no problem dropping you off somewhere if you wish to leave but hear me out. I need a merc crew. I have several jobs lined up worth a substantial amount of money, but I can't do it alone. We won't be killing innocent people, we won't be stealing...at least not from somebody that doesn't deserve it...and I will never put you in harm's way unless you are okay with it. This will be equal pay for everyone because I expect everyone to pull their weight. Whaddya say?"
"Oh, okay," Sierra says as she places her left hand on her hip, "So that's why you were loading pulse cannon cells and cobalt mag rod rounds in the cargo bay. You're looking to re-sell."
"No."
"Okay, so if you aren't a smuggler, and you have that kind of ammunition on board," her eyes suddenly light up as a thought crosses her mind.
"Are those rounds for the ship's guns," she asks excitedly.
The wuski chuckles at how adorable she looks getting all excited about destruction. He had a feeling this was going to work out.
"Yes, yes they are. And you are in charge of inventory, maintenance and firing of them... if you want."
"Oh absolutely I want!" She exclaims excitedly. "Just show me to my quarters, and I will get started looking everything over."
"Second one on the right down the walkway." Jack then turns to Art and Varkis. "And you two? How do you feel about it?"
Art shrugs timidly and glances over at Varkis.
"I am just here to navigate this ship and make money." Varkis shrugs.
Art slowly raises his hand and Jack laughs.
"Art, you don't have to raise your hand. I may be your captain but you may speak freely."
"Sir, I just wanted to make sure I can be back in Dune ridge in time to bury my dad. They have set the date for a week. After that, I don't care where I go." Jack's face softens and he leans closer to Art. "Listen, Art, I know what you are going through. I've lost loved ones myself, and I know how hard it is to keep from falling into depression. If you think you can't keep it together to do the job, you're putting all our lives in jeopardy. Please tell me now so we can get you back to where you belong. Consider the funeral costs a gift."
Art sighs and looks at the floor for a moment, deep in thought. He finally looks up and nods at Jack.
"I can do it, sir. It's what my father would want, for me to be happy. And being able to work ON an active ship is something I've always dreamed of. I think the distraction will be good for me." The stallion says, glancing over at Varkis for a quick moment.
Jack claps his hands together and stands, holding his hand out and shaking the horse's.
"Great! I promise we will have you there in time for your father's funeral." The captain then turns to face the whole crew.
"It's settled then! We are a crew, a family! I promise to take care of you if you take care of each other."
After retrieving her duffel bag, Sierra enters her small quarters.
"Well," she says looking around, "I guess it will have to do."
She begins unpacking her bag, placing her folded clothes into the drawers of the small table next to her small bed. She places the photo of her father on top of the table so it faces the bed where she could easily see it.
Once she gets to the bottom of the bag, she looks around to make sure no one is watching and removes a beautiful black dress on a hanger.
"Damn it," she said as she looks it over, "it's wrinkled!"
Down in the mechanical room, Art goes about unpacking and familiarizing himself with the shop setup. He opens his tool box and pulls out the photo of him and his father and looks at it with a smile for a moment.
"I did it, dad. I made it on a ship."
Up in the main deck, Jack turns to Varkis.
"So I'm gonna need to meet with everyone again once they are all settled in. We need to go over our first mission. Once you've finished routing our course, could you let them know?"
"Aye aye," he responds with a smile and a wink.
Once finished with the course plotting, Varkis enters his cramped quarters.
"Well, I have been in tailholes smaller than this," he says to himself as he goes about unpacking.
In the very bottom of his suitcase is a collection of leather straps, handcuffs, a leash, collar, a pair of leather shorts, and a ball gag. He leaves these in his case and slides it under his bed.
Art was the first person he decided to visit.
After knocking on the doorway of his quarters, Varkis asks, "Art, was it?"
Art looks up from sorting his wrenches, a little surprised. He smiles shyly at the reptile eyeing him.
"Yes. And you?"
"Varkis Marovik." He says as he shakes the young stallion's hand. "You can call me Varkis...or Vark if you wish."
"Listen, I understand you are going through a rough time after losing your father," he says placing a hand gently on Art's shoulder, "if you ever need to talk with someone, my door is always open."
He pats his shoulder gently a couple of times before saying over his shoulder as he leaves, "Oh, and the captain wants to see everyone once you are settled in."
Sierra quickly hangs the slightly wrinkled dress in her closet as she hears a knock on her quarters door. She had been doing her best to smooth as many wrinkles out of the dress as possible.
She sneers as she turns and sees Varkis standing in her door.
"Ah, so the tough little gecko has a girly side," he quips.
"You want to try it on...ma'am?" she asks icily.
"Sorry, not my style," he smiles playfully, "The captain wants to see us once you are settled."
He starts to walk away before sticking his head back in her room.
"I actually prefer the oriental style dresses with the slit up the side. They show off the legs." He smiles and blows her a kiss, then walks off.
Soon all four crewmates are sitting in their respective chairs in the main deck as Jack finishes entering some data into a log in the ship's computer. As they sit in silence waiting for the captain to talk, an unfamiliar female voice pipes up somewhere in the room.
"Hey Jack. Is it okay to come out now? It's getting boring in here!"
Art perks his ears up a little and looks around, trying to find where the voice is coming from.
"Is that what I think that is?" Varkis asks with a raised eyebrow.
"No way. It can't be!" Sierra laughs as she grows ever more impressed with the ship.
The translucent image of a female white fox suddenly appears leaning against Jack's chair. She is wearing a tight fitting white jumpsuit with red trimming around the ankle of the right leg and the left forearm.
"Hi guys!" She waves excitedly. "Sorry. Shiver-me-timbers over here won't let me out unless he's sure nobody will tell on him for having an A-class AI loaded aboard an unregistered, modded class C merc vessel."
"Really!?" Jack says turning to her and throwing up his arms.
"What? They seem nice. And it's been soooo long since I've socialized, you have no idea how BORED I am!"
"You've had me."
"Yeah but one can only take so much of your swash buckling, cosmos sailing, 'Arr! We're gonna take down those feder-'"
"OKAY OKAY OKAY! Just...let's go on with introductions so I can brief them on our first job."
"Lovely to meet you, ma'am," Varkis says with a flourish of his hand and a bow. "I am Varkis Marovik, and I am your new navigator."
"I am Sierra Zyne," the gecko said with a slight bow of her head. "I am the weapons expert, and I am ultimately trying to find my da...father."
She looks at the floor blushing slightly.
Art rubs his thick, muscular neck nervously as he realizes it's his turn to talk.
"Uh...ahem. My name is Arthurus Zervos. Art for short, please. I am the mechanic for this ship now. I had to quit my job at the sandship repair station back at Dune ridge because they couldn't pay me enough to cover my father's funeral fee. He passed away recently and his wishes were to be buried where he was born, not burned to ash. Um...yeah. That's it, I think."
The female fox walks over and puts a hand gently on Art's shoulder. Though there wasn't really anything there, he still felt a little tingle like his body was expecting something to touch him.
"I am very sorry about your loss, Art. Jack will take care of you." she says before standing and stepping away a little so everyone could see her.
"My name is Quipi! Quantum Utilized Intelligence and Protocol Interface...Quipi! I am your AI, but I'd rather you think of me as a crewmate. I just sleep in the wires instead of a bed." She giggles before continuing.
"I can control pretty much everything on the ship and can be holographically depicted just about anywhere in or around the ship. Questions?"
Varkis suddenly blushes as he rubs the back of his head.
"What exactly are you able to do inside our quarters?"
Quipi breaks out into laughter for a moment before composing herself and putting a slender hand over her still grinning mouth. She had a sense of humor unlike most military AIs.
"Well, I respect my crew mate's privacy so I usually don't go in there unless I am called upon or someone is in danger." She giggles a little again. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Will you come if we ask for you? Like...if we just want someone to talk to?" Sierra asks.
"Why yes, of course! I absolutely LOVE talking to people! It's how I learn more about how to be fun." Quipi says, excitedly.
"And she's very good at it, trust me." Jack chuckles. "Okay, so you all know as much about me as you need to know. I am Jack Rackum, the captain of this vessel and am ultimately responsible for each of your lives. I am from off planet and have...been around. I've collected contacts around Rouan that are willing to pay big money for...help. That's where you guys come in and leads us to the next item of business."
As if on cue, Quipi holds out her hands in a bit of a flourish like she's showing off some product at a game show, and a holographic screen appears next to her. On it is a picture of a rather scraggly looking fennec fox wearing a bright yellow button up shirt that is not tucked into the far too loose brown slacks that are being held up by a belt. He is standing near a small, two-person sand ship and wearing sun glasses. He appears to be waiting for someone on the side of the street and is holding a paper bag.
"This is Jorem Mikay. He is the owner of a small operation that supplies a major water purification tablet manufacturer with a crucial ingredient to make the tablets."
Quipi then swipes her hand across the holo-screen and the picture shrinks down into the lower left corner while a 3D model of a chemical composition pops up and spins slowly.
"This is NaDCC or Sodium dichloroisocyanurate. A mouthful, I know. It is the crucial ingredient in making the cheap, but effective, water purification tablets that a majority of the more rural citizens use on Rouan."
"As we know, the past mining operations the Federation carried out on this planet have left a majority of the soil that our groundwater seeps through biologically toxic. Those that are lucky enough to live near the city, and can afford purified water from a plumbed source, don't really have to worry, but the vast majority that make up the expanses of desert out here rely on these tablets to be able to drink water."
Once again, Quipi shoos away the picture of the chemical and another picture of a large manufacturing building appears.
"This is Aquetos. It has been making these tablets for the past fifty years and, for the most part, has a majority hold on the purification tablet market. However, smaller businesses are beginning to creep up on Aquetos' market sales."
A chart slides in from the side of the holo-screen next to the picture of the manufacturing company. The chart shows a steady increase in sales from three different purification tablet companies and a slow decline in Aquetos' sales.
"Aquetos has learned from analysis of the NaDCC they receive from Jorem's business, that the fox is cutting the ingredient with a dangerous combination of cyanuric acid and melamine. He uses a cheaper and faster way to produce the ingredient that increases the yield but leaves a harmful substance in that is otherwise removed by normal manufacture." Quipi flicks the pictures of the chart and building away with a giggle and pinches at the smaller picture of the chemical from earlier and pulls it back up to larger size. Reaching out, she flicks the spinning model, and it spins a little faster until it changes into something slightly different. A list of possible health problems including death pop up next to it along with the skull and crossbones symbol.
"Aquetos has employed surveillance and gathered numerous photos of Jorem selling the substance to the other manufacturing companies, a direct violation already of a contract they had with him previous."
Several photos of the fennec pop up over the spinning chemical symbol showing him handing various bags and containers to other shady looking individuals.
"It is believed that he has more than doubled his income as a result while putting life threatening chemicals into production of who knows how many tablets. Aquetos has already recalled a large amount of tablets so far and is ensuring the public that they are investigating the matter. They have not yet released an exact reason and are expected to soon or they face investigation from the local health board as well as the authorities."
Jack takes a breath for a moment, Quipi smiling at him.
"This is where it gets...fucky. Aquetos has been involved in a large scale tax evasion for several years. It is the only way they've been able to sell the pills for so cheap and maintain business. If they involve the authorities in the matter in any way, the tax crimes will most likely be found and the business will be shut down. They are offering us...a lot...to take care of Jorem. They keep a very hefty savings to keep people quiet about their money issues. They don't care if we kill him, bury him, or blast him off into deep space."
"The chairman of Aquetos wants Jorem's operation. They want to take it over and have a monopoly over the whole thing. Now, normally I would be against that whole thing, but these other manufacturers took the NaDCC KNOWING that it was bad and used it anyway. Aquetos just wants to make it right. They have enough money to facilitate producing as much as they need but they don't have the proprietary information that Jorem has."
With another flourish, Quipi shoos away everything off the holo-screen, and a picture of a thick sandstone walled building surrounded by a high sandstone fence appears. There are several guards around the entrance to the fence and different locations around the building. It appears to be on the outskirts of Gall Canyon city.
"Jorem has invested his newfound fortune into securing his operation with hired help from a major thug gang that now guards the compound. This is why Aquetos hasn't tried jumping in themselves. They do not have the muscle or know-how to get in and get out without blowing everything up. They need the information on how everything is made." Quipi minimizes the picture with a pinch and a giggle, and then swipes in another picture of some sort of large computer equipment. It has a series of heat sink fins around a central oval bubble that was glowing blue and several tubes and wires that were coming from it's base and going into some other piece of machinery.
"We have an added bonus on top of the pay."
Quipi starts hopping and clapping excitedly until Jack gives her a side glance and she settles down.
"Sorry Cap'n" she giggles before covering her mouth and then standing patiently. "The quicker method that Jorem uses employs the use of a large nano drier that processes a certain plant to extract the melamine. The drier has an advanced CPU cooling unit attached to it because of it's large scale plant structure analysis process. It is supposed to be able to extract the most melamine out of the plant but requires a lot of computing power. It just so happens that this exact cooling unit and the CPU it cools are compatible with Quipi's holographic processing unit. If fitted into the ship's central processor, Quipi's projection will be significantly more...realistic. You'd swear she was real instead of the usual ghosty look."
"OOooOOo-o-o-O-o!" Quipi mocks a ghost moan before giggling.
Jack gives her a look again and she stops giggling but makes a face back at him.
"Aquetos has said that they will allow us to have the unit and the pay in return for making Jorem and his goons disappear." Jack says as he turns to the four.
Quipi waves her hand and the holo-screen disappears.
"Well, what do you guys think? You in?"
"As long as no civilians get hurt, I am." Varkis answers. "I am pretty much just here to make money."
"I get my hands on that little bastard, and he is dead!" Sierra replies through clenched teeth. "How can someone knowingly poison innocent people just to make a profit?"
"Based on past behavioral analysis, Jorem falls under the classification of a sociopath. He does not care in the slightest about anyone and usually stays isolated when not delivering his product." Quipi explains.
"I don't think he was hugged enough as a kit." She frowns.
Um...ack, sir?" Art timidly speaks up.
Yes, Art?"
I... know him..." Everyone turns and looks at Art who begins to squirm a little, suddenly uncomfortable with so many staring at him.
"You what?"
"My father recommended me to do some work on that sand speeder in the picture. He needed one of the anti-grav coils repaired and the overdrive unit replaced. Jorem couldn't pay for everything after I was done." The large stallion shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "He tried to offer...other payment methods."
"Such as?" Varkis asked suddenly interested.
"Um...he...he wanted to do...stuff...to me. He tried to convince me to let him," the stallion blushes deeply and crosses his muscular legs. "I told him to just forget about it, and I left." He says, covering his face in embarrassment.
*'My gods,'* Varkis thought to himself. *'Have I been making people feel like this for all of these years?'*
He gets out of his chair and walks over to Art and kneels down in front of him.
"It's okay, Art. There is nothing to be ashamed of." He says placing a reassuring hand on the young stallion's shoulder. "As long as you said no, then you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Some people are just assholes that way. Believe me. I know."
Art smiles shyly and looks away.
"So...so Jorem wanted to do something sexual with you?" Jack asks, still a little stunned. Art just nods. Jack sits back in his chair as a plan begins to formulate in his head. Quipi tilts her head a little.
"Did he touch you at all?" she asks.
"He tried to...I backed away and left."
"Oh, he is so dead!" Sierra says as she cracks her knuckles.
"Indeed." Varkis says as he stands up and turns to face Jack. "He must pay for trying to poison these people, and for attempting to destroy someone's innocence...and I want the killing shot."
Varkis doesn't know why, but he feels drawn to the young stallion, like he needs to help him.
Jack finally sits up. "I will not ask you to put yourself in that situation again, Art. However, I think we need to make use of this new bit of information. I don't want to go in guns blazing...as much as I know you guys would like to. Aquetos was specific in their instructions that none of the equipment is harmed. I want this to go off without a hitch so we can have a good payout. We need an inside person...man specifically, I suppose."
"That would be me," Varkis volunteers. "I have no trouble using sex to try and lure men into giving me what I want."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Sierra quips. "Will you be needing that oriental dress, Vikki?"
"Only if it comes to that, Cici." he replies as he winks over his shoulder at her.
"Okay, settle down you two." Jack barks. "Varkis, this is dangerous. There are over a hundred guards posted there and each one is equipped with at least a Red Class plasma rifle. I don't want you to do this unless you are sure you can handle it."
"I appreciate the concern, Captain." With a flick of his left wrist, a small throwing knife appears in Varkis's hand, and he begins nonchalantly spinning it in the palm of his hand and twirling it between his fingers. "But, all I need are a few blades, and I will be fine."
"Gotta hand it to ya, Vikki," Sierra says with an impressed look on her face, "I am good with a blade, but I am not that good."
Jack looks between the two and chuckles as he shakes his head.
"Okay. We will need to figure out a way in. Jorem is never usually outside the compound unless he is delivering. His guards are sent out to get stuff for him, but that is about it. He doesn't go to bars, he doesn't socialize. This will not be easy." The wuski rubs his chin in thought.
"Just find out the kind of stuff that he is...into," Varkis says with a smile, "And I am pretty sure I can get him to...open up."
"He, um...he said he wanted to see how my..." Art squirms uncomfortably again. "...my stallionhood looked under a skirt...if that helps."
Varkis stops twirling the knife in his hand.
"And so it comes to that," he sighs as the red scales lining his lower jaw darken.
Sierra begins laughing hysterically while clutching her sides.
"D-don't worry, Art," she tries to say through her laughter. "I'm not laughing at you, honey. I'm...I'm laughing at the...(snort)...at the thought of, Vikki here, p-prancing around in...in a sk-sk-skirt a-and heels."
She barks out another fit of laughter, and tears begin to trickle down her face.
Quipi stifles laughter of her own by putting a hand over her mouth and grinning.
Jack just chuckles a little and stands up.
"Okay okay! So is that something you are willing to do, Varkis?"
He takes a deep breath.
"I will do it, however...I don't have any of the clothing I need or anything else that will work," he says composing himself, and trying to will the darkening of his red jaw scales to go away. "I will have to check my funds to see what kind of clothing I can afford."
"You can use some of my make-up," Sierra offers.
"I appreciate the offer." He says as he looks at Sierra with a half smile on his face. "And for your information...SIR...I don't prance. I sashay."
Sierra flips him off.
"When we get to Gall Canyon City, I will give you my bank card and you can go get what you need." Jack says, looking at Varkis. He then turns to Sierra with a little grin.
"Guess what you get to do."
All Sierra can do is look at Jack open-mouthed in shock that he would ask her to do something like that as Varkis laughs.
"Don't worry, sweetie," He places a hand on her shoulder as he walks over to her.
"It'll just be a girls day out." he says in a husky feminine voice.
"Jack, you can't be serious." Sierra implores.
"I know I said I won't make you do something you aren't comfortable with but there are times in this business that we must step out of our comfort zones to make a payout happen. We don't want anything destroyed, and those trigger happy guards don't have very good aim. We need you to lure them away enough to prevent anything from happening until we take care of Jorem and secure the building so they can't get in and break anything."
He grins. "After that, you can do with them what you want. Most of them deserve it anyway."
"Okay," she sighs defeated as color begins to rise in her cheeks, "if it's for the good of the crew, then I will do it."
She gets up and starts to walk back to her quarters.
"Um...Sierra..." Art stops her for a moment.
"Thank you." the horse smiles.
Sierra gives him a weak smile in return. "You're welcome, hun."
Varkis watches her walk away, his brow furrowed in thought. 'I wonder what is wrong with her. It's like someone just told her her puppy died or something.'
"Okay, we have a plan. We'll be at Gall Canyon City here soon so take this time to prepare. Art?"
The stallion looks up to Jack. "Hm?"
"Are you familiar with cloaking systems?"
"Yes. My father had been contracted by the federation quite a few times and learned about them. He taught me how to repair and tune them."
"Good, I need you to look into the ship's cloaking system. It quit working some time ago, and Quipi can only diagnose so much without actually removing anything."
Art nods and stands up.
"Will do captain!" He says as he heads out and down to the mechanical room.
Jack turns to Varkis and then looks over at Quipi. She stares at him for a moment before getting the hint.
"Okay! Fine! I'll go find someone else to talk to." she says before suddenly vanishing. Jack sighs before looking back to his navigator.
"Okay, I can tell you aren't a greenhorn. I just want to make sure you're safe. I have some lightweight armor that could probably fit under a dress. At the very least, let me give you one of the pocket, short duration plasma shields in case it gets bad."
"Sounds like a plan to me, sir. I was specialized in stealth tactics and silent takedowns, so hopefully I won't need it. But, as my grandfather used to say, it is better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it."
Jack nods.
"Good. Armory is just aft of the potable water holding tanks on the lower deck. There will be a passageway forward of the cargo hold that leads under the main deck. Armory will be the first door on the right. It also has a nice selection of blades."
"Oooh," Varkis said as he walks away rubbing his hands together.
Sierra walks into her quarters still looking downtrodden. She walks over to her closet and removes the little black dress, still on it's hanger, that she had worked so hard to de-wrinkle just minutes earlier.
She still remembered the day her mother gave it to her.
\-
It was after she had just graduated from basic training. They were at home, and her mother walked into the room carrying a gift-wrapped box with a pink ribbon tied in a bow.
"I got you a little present, sweet pea." Her mother said handing her the box.
Sierra's eyes widened and she let out a small gasp of surprise as she accepted the box.
Once she had removed the wrapping paper and exposed the contents, she gasped, placing both her hands over her mouth before removing the little black dress from the box.
"Oh my gosh," she exclaimed as she gently held it in her hands. "It's gorgeous!"
"It's the one that you tried on in the shop before you left for basic training," her mother smiled. "It looked so good on you that I couldn't imagine you without it."
"Thank you, Mama." She said as she hugged her mother.
"Your father would have loved you in it."
\-
"I was hoping to be able to wear this for something more than a distraction." She sighs as she places the dress back in her closet.
She then walks over and sits on the edge of her bed.
"Daddy, have I made a mistake?" she asks to no one in particular as she picks up the photo from her bedside table. A beeping noise rings out from the keypad next to the door to her room before Quipi's voice can be heard over it's intercom.
"Heya, Sierra! I was wondering if I could come in and hang out."
"Sure, Quipi," she says as she places the photo back on her bedside table. "Come on in. What's up?"
The room door slides open automatically and Quipi skips in. She could have just appeared inside but her ever growing fascination with living beings has caused her to try to stay among them as much as possible so they forget she is an AI and treat her like one of them. She sits down on the bed next to Sierra and looks around.
"Wow! I forgot how small these are."
Her gaze comes across the picture on the table.
"Who's that? Is that your father?"
"Yes," Sierra replies with a little sadness in her eyes, "I was about seven when that picture was taken."
Statistical body language analysis told Quipi something was wrong. She could identify the subtle facial changes and sense the minute variation in the gecko's heartbeat from the ultra sensitive sensory inputs scattered throughout the ship. Sierra was sad and it had something to do with her father.
Quipi wanted to feel what it was like. Deep within the algorithmic mish-mash of advanced bio-chemical processing and quantum data exchange, she wanted to feel it. Her beautiful white face softened as she knew was the most accepted behavior when conversing about sensitive subjects.
"He looks very handsome. What did he do? For a job, I mean." She asks, wanting to tread lightly on the subject for now.
"He was career military. He worked on weapons systems for starfighters and things like that. Daddy was a brilliant man."
She blushes after realizing what she just said.
The white fox watches her for a moment before smiling. "He sounds like it. I bet you two were very close."
"We were," she says smiling at the memory of her father. "He was my daddy, and I was his little princess."
She wipes a single tear from her eye before continuing.
"He went missing after I turned seventeen. Just disappeared one night, he never came back to our quarters in the station, and no one knew where he was or where he went. I spent eight years in the military toughening myself up so I could find him and bring him home...alive...or dead."
Comforting was a difficult thing and Quipi knew it. There were so many variables involved and everyone was different. The white fox scooted over and placed a holographic hand on Sierra's shoulder, knowing touch was beyond her capability but at least wanting to show a gesture of comfort.
"You are very strong, Sierra. I believe you can do it. Love is very powerful." She could not feel it herself, but Quipi knew how much love affected others. Maybe one day she could learn.
Sierra smiles warmly at Quipi's gesture. "Thank you, sweetheart."
She pauses for a moment as if she were considering something.
"My problem, Quipi," she begins, "is that this whole tough bitch personality is something I have adopted to help me survive until I find my father. I am really a girly girl. I usually like wearing skirts and cute clothes...and I am honestly really excited about going shopping with Varkis."
She is blushing intensely at this point.
"Honestly, I don't know how long I can balance the two personalities, and this crew is my only hope of finding my father."
Bio-electrical neurons fire intensely as Quipi begins pulling up volume after volume of physiological works and cross references study after study, looking for an answer in the brief moment she allowed for her depiction to seem like she's processing what the gecko said.
In a moment of frustration as the white fox couldn't find the right phrase to provide optimum balance between comforting and advice, something Jack said to her some time ago suddenly replayed clearly from her memory bank as a keyword she had spat out seemed to match something he said. Jack had never steered her wrong.
"Sierra, we are family now. We look after each other no matter what. What makes you happy, makes us happy. Jack has never wronged me or anyone he cared about, and I believe him when he says he will take care of us. Even if Varkis seems like a bitch, I feel he has a softer side, and the look Art gave you after you reacted to what Jorem did to him and how you agreed to do something that you seemed you didn't want to do...hun, you have shown you care and you heard how he would do anything for those that are close to him with how dedicated he is to carrying out his father's wishes."
Something inside the fox's thought formulation clicks and Quipi's hologram glitches for a very brief moment as something that has never happened before shocks her to the core processor. A new neurological connection zaps together within the glowing bio-electrical quantum processing center in the middle of the ship, and suddenly what Jack said made sense.
"Sierra, we're here for you. We're here for each other now."
Sierra smiles. "Thank you, sweetie. If I could hug you I would."
Quipi giggles a little and leans closer to the gecko as if giving her a hug. "That's okay, just talking with you makes me feel better!"
The white fox really did feel something significant was gained. A new connection that she could explore.
Jack's voice suddenly comes over the intercom.
"ETA to Gall Canyon City twenty minutes! We will go over our objectives for the day once we arrive and eat. I'm sure you guys are getting hungry. I know I am."
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Going for the Gape by StrangeBreed
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A fun commission for Salacious based around gaping. It has three of Salacious' characters and a stallion I made up myself in a boy scout setting. Basically a sexy foursome with cute boy scouts who have surprisingly big dicks. What else do you need? :D - _All characters depicted in this work are
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[
"Anal",
"Behemoth",
"Cub",
"Dragon",
"Equine",
"Foursome",
"Gaping",
"Horse",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Shota",
"Skunk",
"Stallion"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152231-going-for-the-gape
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*All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is meant as parody and does not represent any child, living or otherwise.*
*...*
"Is it on Mr. Smith, is it on?" the young humanoid skunk kept asking the handsome horse that was holding a camera in his paw.
The equine looked through the lens, the handsome brown furred stallion grinning as he saw the recording light flashing. "Yep, we're good to go," the scout leader said to the boy as he watched the little half-dragon bend over, Ben looking to his two friends and their scout leader as he put his bare butt in the air.
The other three wore only the tops of their uniforms, their lower halves all bare as they each seemed equally hard. The half-dragon had lost the draw to be the bottom, the nervous little humanoid dragon boy, looking irresistibly cute to the rest of the group, his blue eyes continually peeking to the group behind him, hidden slightly behind his orange hair. Kyre was already stroking his shaft, surprisingly lengthy for his age, the little skunk boy looking dashing with his dark red eyes and white hair. Salacious was a young behemoth, the cute little grey creature having white hair and a long slender tail, his eyes were each a different colour, one red and the other yellow. His own shaft was sizable as well, an added bonus from his species.
"Do I *have* to be the bottom?" Ben asked anxiously, hating the fact he was already bent over, Kyre and Salacious already playfully spanking his ass.
"Sure do," the little behemoth giggled, "You lost the draw, fair and square!"
Kyre giggled next, the little skunk boy prodding the head of his cock against the dragon's tight pucker, "...and I drew the best, so I'm going first!"
"Yeah you are!" the naughty adult said as he focused the camera on the two, the dirty scout leader having been joining the little trio in their games for a while now.
"How does it feel Ben?" Salacious asked as he stroked his hard length, watching the dragon wince and whimper as the skunk's length slowly started to sink into his tight, warm hole.
Ben hissed as he felt it push in, "It hurts, you're not using enough lube."
The skunk boy laughed as he pushed the rest of his length in, having slickened his shaft up with the bottle their leader had brought earlier, "I've used plenty, stop being whiney!"
"C'mon Ben," the leader started to cheer the boy on, still stroking his own hard length as he kept one paw on his camera, "You can take that cock, can't you?"
"M-Mr. Smith, it hurts!" the dragon continued to whimper, panting as Kyre started to hump harder into him.
The stallion laughed as he watched, "C'mon, it can't hurt that match, just give yourself some time to relax."
Ben tried to relax, soon groaning a little as the skunk boy's shaft pounded hard into his hole, starting to get hard himself as the cockhead started to prod at his prostate. His breath was heavy as his hands clung to the sheets of the bunk. Kyre chuckled as he felt a slow loosening of resistance, hearing Ben moan as his backside was continually assaulted, "See, you're starting to like it, I knew you were a gay little slut!"
"Kyre," the horse smacked him on the butt, "Don't be so mean!"
"Sorry sir" the boy chuckled still riding the dragon roughly.
Salacious was still stroking his hard shaft, occasionally glancing to the stallion filming the whole scene, "This is gonna be so hot to watch later!"
The scout leader grinned as he pat the boy's side, "That it will!" He eyed the little grey boy with a toothy grin, reaching down between his legs to stroke the boy's shaft instead of his own. Salacious made cute little sighs as his cock was rubbed, the scout leader's own length throbbing as he continued to watch Ben get plowed into.
The scene went on for a while longer before Kyre finally let out a long moan, pounding in a few more times before painting the inside of his friend's butt white. "Y-yeah!" he sighed as he pulled out, spreading the half-dragon's pucker to see how wide it would stretch, "Your turn Mr. Smith!"
The leader grinned as he passed the camera to Kyre, "You're on duty little man!"
"Yes sir!" the skunk chuckled as he was passed the camera, looking through the lens with his tongue sticking out.
"Alright little Ben," the horse said happily as he pat the fat head of his cock against the boy's tight hole, "You ready for me?"
"Sh-shit!" the half-dragon whimpered as he felt the size of the cockhead's surface, "I-I hope so!"
The stallion grinned as he picked up the lube bottle and squeezed on it, covering his shaft in the slick solution, "I'm sure you'll do fine!" He sighed as he grabbed the boy's hips, slowly shoving his thick cock into him. The fleshy pole slowly started to sink in, inch by inch filling the dragon with its immense size. He let out a satisfied growl as his thick shaft started to wedge itself in slowly, the immense tight warmth clutching his cock tightly, "Holy fuck, mmm you feel so good Ben!"
The stallion slowly started to pull back only to pound back in, his thrusts increasing as his shaft was filled with such wonderful warmth. "Oh my god, it's-it's too big Mr. Smith!" the little dragon whimpered as the shaft kept pounding into him deep, the rough cockhead continually hitting his prostate with each lunge.
"C'mon!" the leader gasped as he kept pounding in hard, "Y-you can take it, I know you can!" He reached carefully between the boy's legs, finding his shaft and squeezing gently. He slowly began to rub its surface with his paw, carefully using the right amount of pressure to keep him aroused. The half-dragon began to pant and moan, his body shaking as he started to drip precum all over the equine's palm, "Mmm, see there you go! Good, right?"
The young boy nodded despite himself, groaning as the horse really pounded his shaft down in hard and deep. "Y-yeah," he whimpered out as the stallion increased in pace, his cockhead flaring out as it threatened to fill his rear with cum, "It feels good, oh, it feels really good!"
"Mmmf, y-yeah, oh-oh shit!" the scout leader quickly began to cry out as his cockhead flared to full length, his shaft throbbing as he painted the inside of the boy with his thick seed. He growled happily as he started to pull back, wiggling his fingers towards Kyre, "Get a good shot of this now!"
"You got it!" the skunk boy replied with a big grin, zooming in the camera in as the horse pulled his cock out with a firm pop. Just as he did so, he reached down with his paws, keeping a firm clutch on the boy's cheeks to keep his pucker stretched. It was quite wide now, stretched out from both their friend and scout leader. It was a bit wider than the horse's cockhead, wide and dark with its gape.
The stallion's seed was dripping from it as it tried to close up, the horse patting the little behemoth on the butt as he issued him forward, "Go on Salacious, your turn!"
"Ok," the little grey beast said with a grin, stepping forward to rub the tip of his thick cock against the half-dragon's rear, "Here we go!"
Ben let out a hungry grunt as he felt the behemoth's shaft shove in, not much resistance left in his rear despite the impressive size of his friend's shaft, "Mmm, th-that feels good!" He continued to grunt and moan as Salacious kept riding his backside, harder and harder with each thrust. The behemoth would not remain long after all the enjoyment he had watching the group earlier, giving a few lengthy thrusts in before he was already starting to feel all tingly.
"I'm getting close Ben!" he called to his friend as he kept pounding away, sliding his entire length in and out with each slide.
"G-go ahead!" the dragon boy cried out as his friend thrust in just a few times more, the little behemoth's cock growing almost the size of the horse as he blew his load into the boy.
"Oh my god!" Salacious cried as he pulled out, Mr. Smith joining him as they both pat his widely stretched rear. They faced the camera that Kyre was still holding, giving it big toothy grins as the horse spoke, "...and *that* is how you get a perfect gape!" The stallion winked to Kyre as he pat the dragon's butt, the skunk switching the camera off as their video was finished.
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Giant Kobold Cruelty by Sovrim Terraquian
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A kobold figures out how to make her and her boyfriend grow to tremendous size. A nearby village of dwarves soon wishes they hadn't. Over on Twitter, Aborigen arranged a friendly story-writing competition called Cruel January: Write something 2,000 words or less involving a giant being cruel. The
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[
"Death",
"Dwarves",
"Female",
"Growth",
"Hands",
"Kobold",
"Macro",
"Male",
"crushing",
"sadism",
"stomping",
"vore"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143491-giant-kobold-cruelty
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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Moru?"
"Come now, Drex. I've been working these extracts since I was fresh from the egg. If you actually doubt me, I'm sure I can find someone else who'd like to go to the surface. Maybe Irla, since she-"
"That's enough," Drex snorted, taking the bubbling flask from his female companion's claws. "This is just rather... bold, for us. If anything goes wrong..."
"Then we won't live long enough to regret it. So stop whining and drink up. Act like you're actually a warrior for once. You just turned 15. You're an adult. A full-grown kobold that's about to grow much, much more. All thanks to me. You're welcome, by the way." Moru's tail swayed slowly as she regarded the flask in her own red-scaled hand. If she was right, they'd have maybe a minute before its effects kicked in. If she was wrong... well, it wouldn't be the first alchemical mishap she'd had. "To us, Drex. And to the end of those damnable dwarves on the surface."
"To us," Drex replied, as he slowly lifted the magical concoction to his lips. As Moru stared, he took a deep breath - taking in the vaguely sulfurous smell of the extract - and simply chugged it down. It felt like liquid fire upon his tongue, one that only his red-dragon ancestry could allow him to tolerate. While he was gagging upon it, Moru casually drank hers down like fine wine, as she'd become used to the strange flavors of magic.
"Let's go. Quickly." Moru took Drex by the hand and led him through the tunnels to the surface. Her lab was near enough to the entrance, well away from the depths of the mines. But as they neared the surface, the tunnels they once found spacious became constricting. "It's working. It's working!" Moru squealed in delight as she felt her body expand. Having to crawl through the last dozen feet of the tunnel was an awkward and unfamiliar experience, and her clothing started to tear apart from the steady growth, but upon escaping the confines of the mountain, she looked around in awe of the world.
Before, Moru was tall for a kobold at a whopping 3'1". Now, the tops of trees that towered above were almost at eye level. The entrance to the cave looked more like a large mousehole, one that Drex was struggling to free himself from. The sun beat down upon her bare scales, warming her in a way the fires underground could never replicate. She wasn't sure exactly how tall she was - 30 feet? 40? - but that wasn't important now. What mattered is that she had more raw power than any other natural being on this mountain and that her alchemical experiment had been an extraordinary success. Once Drex stood to his full height, as nude as Moru was, she gave him a quick kiss. "I think we have some dwarves just dying to see us, Drex."
At such sizes, the two red-scaled kobolds were anything but stealthy. Navigating the densely-wooded forest around the mountain was itself a destructive act. They tried to stay on the paths, to some extent, but with every step another tree broke like a flimsy twig. With one step, Moru felt something that was definitely not a tree break beneath her foot, a sensation that made her shiver in delight. If this wasn't godhood, it was close.
After a few short minutes, the two had gone far enough around the mountain to see a dwarven village laid out on the ground before them. Even the tallest buildings and the stacks of the forge came barely past their knees. A horn sounded a warning but it was already too late. Moru leapt forward and crushed the guardpost in a single, brutal impact, reducing the wooden structure to splinters and the dwarf inside to little more than a red pulp. "So, dwarves..." she said, in heavily accented dwarvish, "I'm Moru. He's Drex. You're toys. Got it? Because if you don't, you're next." For emphasis, she twisted her foot on the ruined structure beneath it,
Shock kept the village silent for a few moments .When one of the villagers started to flee out the opposite end of town, Moru just snorted. In draconic, she hissed "Catch him," to Drex. The male was surprised by the command but obeyed after only a moment's hesitation. It did, however, require him to trample his way through the main street of town. A street that was just barely wide enough for two wagons to cross was not very accommodating to a towering kobold, either. His tail crashed into the fronts of buildings, leaving them scarred from the impact. A stone well in the center of town was crushed like it was made of dry clay. The fleeing dwarf - a middle-aged woman - was swept up in one scaly hand and hoisted high into the air.
Drex walked slowly back toward Moru, taking enough time for the dwarf to scream herself hoarse. He didn't understand a word of it, but Moru did, and the female just laughed at the impotent threats the captured dwarf shrieked. For Drex, she translated. "She actually thinks she can hurt us! Isn't that cute? I bet she hurts herself trying to punch me." Moru carefully took the dwarf out of Drex's hand, stood her in the upturned palm of her own, and lifted that paw up to her face. "So," she said in dwarven, leaning her head in so close to the woman felt her hot, brimstone breath. "You think you can hurt me? You get one punch. Make it count."
Moru kept her snout right there, just in front of the incredulous dwarf. The dwarf did take her up on the offer. Moru felt the punch, certainly, but through armored dragon-scales it barely stung at all. "I've had insects do more damage to me. My turn. I'll only take one punch too." The kobold rocked her hand until the dwarf was flat on her back, once again screaming for mercy and shrieking prayers to any gods that could intervene. "Your gods won't save you now, dwarf.There's just me. See you in Hell." With another hearty laugh, Moru balled her hand into a fist and brought it down upon the dwarf. The only mercy is that it was a quick death; the dwarf's torso simply imploded under the pressure, leaving the head to fall free to the ground. Moru crouched down and wiped the remains off onto the ground, while eyeing the remaining dwarves for her next victim.
"You know, I am getting rather hungry," Moru teased in draconic, "Aren't you, Drex?"
"I wasn't, but now that you mention it, I could use a small snack..."
The dwarves couldn't understand what the kobolds were saying to each other. They could guess. They could imagine. They tried not to imagine. But when the two kobolds started walking toward the town hall, there was no possible good explanation for it. The two giants stood on either side, blocking the front and rear entrances. Out of the windows, all the condemned dwarves could see were the ruby-scaled reptilian feet. Then, Moru's right foot moved, kicking down the front door and causing the wall to partially cave in.
With nothing left between her and her snacks, Moru crouched at first to get a closer look, then simply laid down upon the ground, belly-first, to get an even closer look at their panicked faces. She licked at her face, making sure to show off her open maw, the snake-like tongue within it, the glistening of saliva. One foolhardy dwarf threw a torch at the kobold, who simply blinked in surprise as it landed upon her tongue. "You actually threw fire at a red-scaled kobold? You might be even dumber than you look. So let me say this slowly: Walk onto my tongue and I'll give you a quick death for that." She opened her mouth again, letting the tongue roll out as if a walkway to the fleshy gates of hell.
The dwarf, predictably, refused to comply with the demand for his own death.
Some of his peers started trying to push him forward, fearing what the giantess might do next if he didn't. After half a minute of struggle, Moru spat upon the group, leaving them mired in uncomfortably hot saliva. "You know that was the only mercy I was going to show you, right?" Moru reached out with one claw and pulled away the dwarf, dragging him closer to her maw. "Now instead you're going to find out what a kobold's stomach is like. Enjoy!" Once more she opened wide, this time to take in that meal.
She picked up the dwarf and laid his head right on her tongue, letting him bask in the foulness of saliva. Though he struggled and pushed against it, she casually ignored that, letting him tire himself out just by futily punching her tongue and snout. Her hand pushed against his feet, slowly shoveling him toward her throat, toward the abyss beyond. The world for the dwarf gradually went dark as he was pressed deeper. His clothing became wet and sticky with drool, clinging to his body as it offered an ever decreasing amount of protection from the kobold's body. When she swallowed his ears popped and his world went dark, as the tight confines of her throat started to engulf his body. It took some effort for her to gulp down his shoulders, and she choked briefly upon him before getting the rest of his body down. Within a half minute, nothing remained of him but a slowly-descending bulge in her throat.
From the crowd, another dwarf came up and started shouting and sobbing. The snack's lover, Moru realized. "Aww, here, I wouldn't want you to live without him..." Her hand reached out, grabbing the female. She looked up at Drex and nodded before tossing him the dwarf. "A snack for you, my love," Moru teased. The dwarf was consumed just as slowly as her lover, gradually fed upon, savored, and then swallowed whole and alive..
"So, Drex... think we should take this buffet along with us?"
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Shadow of Life part 1 by dfeyder
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#21 of gift work - Shadow of Life By Dustin Feyder Commission by Keys Spider Queen A man stands at a window tented blue black looking down from a tall tower onto the heavenly hell of the modern world. He stands in the dark, dressed in the most stylish suit on the market, a single
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[
"1700's",
"Brothel",
"Dance",
"Drinking",
"Female",
"Gambling",
"Ghost",
"Kiss",
"Kissing",
"Male",
"Romance",
"Short Story",
"Short stroy",
"Squirrel",
"Wolf",
"bar",
"france",
"interview"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150241-shadow-of-life-part-1
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Shadow of Life
By
Dustin Feyder
Commission by
Keys Spider Queen
A man stands at a window tented blue black looking down from a tall tower onto the heavenly hell of the modern world. He stands in the dark, dressed in the most stylish suit on the market, a single lamp sits on a table behind him. The door opens behind him allowing in only the scantest of light from the hallway. An elderly man walks, he has a full salt and pepper beard, dressed in a green blazer, and tans slacks, he walks with a cane a book under his arm.
The suited man curls his lip slightly pained by the light coming in from the hallway. "Please close the door." He ask. The door is shut and the room is darkened once more. "Mr. Dove I presume?"
The bearded man replies in a hefty New Yorker voice "yes, I am Joe Dove."
The suited man without looking back explains "the brand on your left-hand marks you as being the property of the von Richton society."
Joe Dove nods again "good guess."
"no guesswork needed. I have seen many of you around since the 1800's. I trust you know already why I wanted to see you."
Dove places his book on the table and produces a pin from his pocket. "then how about we get to work."
The suited man sighs "yes. We should. Where should we start? My name perhaps? I was born as Claude Druand ..."
Joe starts writing looking up briefly "You are a Gaiadren?"
"Lycon, Vession, Blutbogg. I have had all these names used to describe me. I would like to not bother with such titles. Use whichever word you feel most comfortable with. The year was 1750, Dysentery has yet to reach France shores, Luis the 15th is the longest sitting king in living history, and the disparity of wealth between the rich and the pore has never been greater."
"I was born to an aristocratic family, elevated to our level more by king Luis lust then by our own merit, but that his hardly important. Luis the 15thhad 2000 sons and 6000 slaves some people clamed. Across the French kingdom ballrooms have become centers of governances. A man like me could dance and make marry with the elitist of the land and even influences public policies"
Joe interrupts "you are a werewolf? Does that mean that your mother was a werewolf as well?"
Claude nods "of course. In the 16th and 17th century in France werebeast could walk around in the open freely, unlike today where we have to hide under cover of night. In fact, in the flesh trade werebeast women were coveted. It turns out that randy businessmen at the time found beastmen to make fine chambermaids. My birth was somewhat of a surprise all though, a vession giving birth with a nonvession partner is uncommon."
Joe looks up from his writing again "vession can take lots of shapes, lizards, cats, dogs, birds. Are you all cross fertile with each other?"
"as far as I know. It seems that we are capable if sireing families with almost any man, beast, or lycon we like."
Joe nods "alright."
"but I am no expert on vession history or culture. I have almost always been an island onto myself. I am a historian of only one thing, and that is myself. I should be happy to tell you that story if that should pleasure you."
Joe wave Claude on "please go ahead."
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Claude is a wealthy man, he has danced at dozens of balls and has friends in every influential house in France, even though he is narrowly over fifteen he is a man of prestige, he has given his life to working clay, his statuettes decorate the houses of many noble ladies. To spite having the finest clothing and living in the lap of luxury from time to time Claude still feels a burning need to walk the streets of the slums and partake of the wine and women and dancing of the lower class.
This month Claude has made a dozen trips into town, today for something more than just drinking and dancing. On his last trip, in a brothel, he spotted something that drew his eye. A squirrel women, a year or two younger then him with fiery hair, long limbs and acrobatic features, her childish shape just starting to give way to show of her womanly form.
Claude had whispered around the pub looking for the name and nature of the siren squirrel, he learns that her name is Célia Valentine, she was born somewhere in Scandinavia, and that her father had been a fur trader before moving to France. Some bad run of luck had robbed the Valentine's of their fortune and now the lot of them are stranded with little money and a practice with limited market value.
Claude soul is filled with needing, Celia has enchanted Claude, he wants her, he will have her. Night after night Claude sneaks away from his home after sunset to seek out his enchantresses. She is a playful girl, she dances with sheep one stage one night, she plays a drinking game the next, and plays a card game the night after that. It is the third night that Claude finely sits down to make his precens known.
Slipping in and out of a crowed is a skill every good nobleman has, Claude knocks on the card table to get himself shuffled in. Card games are something Claude has little experiences with but sitting and watching from afar he has come to understand the basics of the game they are playing.
The game they are gambling on today is called 'Hanging Man' all numbered cards have face value, at the end of the game you get scored on how many cards of the same suit you are holding and deducted a value for each card of the wrong suit, a Jake always cost you two points if in your hand, a queen loses you five, a black king ten but, red king forces you to discard three non-face cards and recount your score with what is left. You start the game holding five cards and the perfect hand is 5-10 black or red. If two players have the same hand tie goes to black. After wagering your first bet you may discard up to four cards and be dealt the same number.
As a gambler, Claude is both a high roller and awful, placing a comparatively large amount of coin on the table with each hand. Early in the game he represents himself as a 'good times Charlie' offering to pay of a bottle of wine to pass around the table and some dinner rolls. Celia takes interest in him immediately. Even if Celia doesn't know who Claude is she can guess where is he from. Celia takes notice of Claude mannerisms and elegances. He is no urchin, that much is clear.
Any girl in Celia's possession would of course be opportunistic, after only a few hands of cards Celia deduces that she wants to get closer to Claude, she wants to taunt him and tease him, provoke him and seduce him but most impotently leave an impression, get him coming back for more. Even living in France Celia has the noteworthy advantage of being a Swede, she knows how to act meek when it is to her pleasure but she also know that it catches Frenchmen off guard when she shows her Nordic half and chooses to act dominatingly.
'Surly this is to be a fun relationship.' Celia thinks, 'though I be pray, even mice in the northland have been known to walk toe to toe with cat. Besides, this French folk are well known for being Nancie's.'
three bottles of wine later Claude hits a hot streak managing to win three hands in a row and get back most of his coin. A musketeer that had stopped for a cheap drink and cheap entertainment grows annoyed with Claude, he draws the arquebus from his belt and threatens the aristocrat. Claude lacks a level of street smarts that would allow him to defuse the situation resorting instead standing up to the musketeer bearing his fangs.
Celia on the other hand has a much more elegant idea. She slaps another cardplayer with the basket they had been eating bread from inspiring a brawl to commences. In the ensuing confusion, Celia grapples with Claude forcing him out the side door and onto the side-streets around the port.
"If ya' wish to live long enough to see your hair gray I suggest not talkin' to nobles thata' way." Celia playfully shoves Claude.
Claude falls back against the side of a building, with a childish grin he exspresses "He wouldn't have ..."
Celia slaps Claude "he most certainly would. I have seen that man shoot a women in the street for coughing!" Celia points "you get wise, you fallow me around."
"strong and clever. Is there anything you are not?" Claude smiles arrogantly "I fine prize to be had." He grips Celia by the arms, his head tips his eyes narrow threating to kiss the squirrel.
Celia hooks her arms outwards to brake Claude's grip then she thrust her arms into his chest throwing him at the wall. Celia's hands find the cuffs of Claude's shirt holding him up. "if there is to be any of that. I'll be the one on top if ya' don't mind." Celia offers a kiss.
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At School With My Twin by seraphls
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Commission for Joelfeila - At School With My Twin Joel groaned as his alarm clock blared, jarring him out of his already rough sleep. The caracal fumbled for the snooze button, trying to wriggle free of his twin brother's arms. With a soft grunt, Elijah clung to his brother tightly as he stirred, a
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[
"Anal",
"Chastity",
"Cub",
"Diapers",
"Gay",
"Humiliation",
"Locker Room",
"M/M",
"Public",
"School"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145785-at-school-with-my-twin
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At School With My Twin
Joel groaned as his alarm clock blared, jarring him out of his already rough sleep. The caracal fumbled for the snooze button, trying to wriggle free of his twin brother's arms. With a soft grunt, Elijah clung to his brother tightly as he stirred, a paw planted on the front of his twin's wet overnight diaper.
"L-lemme goooo..." Joel groggily whined as he clumsily turned off the alarm, "Gotta get uuuuuup...."
Joel managed to wriggle free of his brother's grasp and sit up on the bed. The feline looked down at the thick diaper between his legs and sighed - completely soaked through, and not just from when Elijah made him wet it before bed. Joel ran his pawpads along the smooth plastic tapes, still unable to get them undone on his own without his claws. Like it or not, the caracal was going to have to rely on his brother to get ready for school.
Elijah sat up and yawned wide, stretching his arms over his head. The cub immediately leaned forward, pressing a paw on the front of Joel's diaper, feeling it squish against his fingertips.
"Hmmm, this wasn't this wet before bed now was it?" Elijah taunted, "Good thing you had it on right?"
Joel whined as his brother squeezed and rubbed at the front of his soaked diaper, only to yelp a bit as he tore open the tapes on each side. Elijah grinned as he pulled away his brother's nighttime underwear, leaving him naked on the bed save for the plastic cage locked over his sheath. Joel crossed his arms over his chest and stood up, picking up a towel from the floor and trudging off to the shower.
While showering, Joel tugged on the lock keeping his sheath cage secure with one paw. The cub could still try to get hard when his brother teased him and rubbed on his diaper at night, but the snug-fitting plastic made sure he would get nothing but frustration until Elijah decided that it wasn't amusing to him anymore. Knowing his brother, the half week he'd been locked in chastity was merely a warm-up.
Once his shower was finished, Joel quickly toweled himself off and headed back to his bedroom where Elijah waited with a naughty grin. The cub held up another one of Joel's nighttime diapers and began to unfold it in front of his brother, who just whimpered.
"I-I don't have to wear those during the day though! Just nighttime!" Joel protested.
"On the contrary," Elijah countered, "If you ever want to get hard again you're going to start wearing your favorite underwear all day too!"
Joel stammered out a protest as he was led by the wrist back to his bed, where Elijah slid the thick diaper underneath his brother's bare rear. He dusted a layer of baby powder onto Joel's crotch and rubbed it into his fur before pulling the front of the diaper over his bits. With a grin, Elijah made sure the tapes laid flat on the front of his brother's diaper so the declawed caracal wouldn't be getting it off on his own.
As Elijah finished diapering his twin brother, Joel sat up and huffed, rubbing a paw on the front of his diaper.
"I've got Gym today though," Joel protested, "I can't have this on in the changing room!"
"Oh, but you will," Elijah taunted in an almost singsong voice, "And I'm not bringing a spare, so if you wet it you'll have to wait until after school for a change."
Joel tried to growl at his twin, but just managed to grrr meekly. He stood up and stumbled over to his dresser, especially conscious of the crinkling with his every step. The cub fished out his clothes for the day and struggled to pull on his pants, having to wriggle a bit to get them buttoned over his thick padding. Even as he tugged up on this jeans he couldn't get them to cover the waistband of his diaper. Joel looked over to Elijah pleadingly, but his brother just tossed him a t-shirt.
"Hurry up, or we'll be late!"
After a hasty breakfast, the two twins found themselves on the bus the school. Joel sat nervously next to the window next to his brother, the cub trying to make himself as small as possible to avoid any sort of attention. Once they arrived at their school, they went off to their respective homerooms. Joel tried to stick to the sides of the halls as much as possible, occasionally tugging down on the bottom of his shirt to make sure it wasn't accidentally riding up and exposing himself. Luckily, with all the background noise and commotion of countless cubs frantically trying to get to class, the extra thickness around the caracal's crotch and bottom went unnoticed.
As Joel sat in his classes, his teachers would think that he seemed slightly distracted, but with a room full of kids ready to go full Lord of the Flies at the slightest provocation, they just shrugged it off as the caracal nervously fidgeted in his seat. Joel made it through his first few classes without much of an issue, quickly starting to relax and think that he could probably get away without anybody noticing as long as he avoided drawing any unwanted attention. By break time he felt confident enough that he absentmindedly helped himself to the refreshing can of Dr. Pepper he kept in his backpack.
In English class, Joel started to realize that he wasn't about to get off that easily. He felt the pressure on his bladder start to grow, making him squirm in his seat as he tried to avoid wetting himself in the middle of class.
"Joel, do you need to use the restroom?" his teacher asked, sternly raising an eyebrow as she interrupted her lesson on Tom Sawyer.
"N-no, I'm okay." Joel stammered, his cheeks flushing bright red.
"Then settle down and quit distracting the rest of the class."
Joel sank into his chair as the rest of the students chuckled. He managed to make it to the end of class, but as soon as the bell rang for lunch and broke his concentration, he felt the front of his diaper grow warm and wet around his caged sheath and balls. The cub whimpered as he hustled out the classroom door, feeling the wetness spread between his legs and making the front of his pants bulge out.
Joel frantically searched for Elijah in the halls, trying as hard as possible to avoid notice. He was hardly helped by the feeling of the wet padding squishing against his groin with his every step, making his sheath start to swell against its tight cage. Finally he found his brother in the lunch room, already seated and munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He sat down across from Elijah with his head and ears lowered, leaning in to speak softly.
"B-bro..." he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth to make sure nobody else could hear, "I'm... I'm kinda wet. Please, you gotta let me out of this thing before gym!"
"Oh? Already?" Elijah said with a bemused grin spreading across his face, making little effort to lower his voice, "I'd have thought you'd have at least stayed dry until after school. That sure is a shame."
"C'mon!" Joel whimpered, balling his fists meekly, "You've had your little laugh, but if you don't help me out of this, everyone will see and..."
"You've had every opportunity to take it off yourself. Not my fault you're too much of a baby. And if you're already wet, doesn't that just show you need it?"
Joel whined and bit his lower lip - even as he protested, he felt himself starting to wet a little more. His wet diaper squished around his tight cage, warm wet padding hugging at his bits. The boy whimpered and lowered his ears, clumsily fumbling through his backpack for his lunch. He ate in silence, keeping his head down nervously as he waited for the bell to ring. Gym class was next - the only class he shared with Elijah. Joel knew his twin had some sort of nefarious plan in store, but no idea what it would be.
As soon as the bell rang, Elijah practically jumped up out of his seat.
"Come on, bro," Elijah taunted, "Maybe if you get to the locker room quick you'll beat everyone else there."
Perking his ears up, Joel swallowed hard and stood up, quickly shuffling ahead of his bro. Elijah had a good point - if he could make it to the locker room quickly enough he could change before anyone noticed and hopefully avoid any embarrassment. Of course, with the thick padding between his legs his walk was halfway between a shuffle and a waddle - hopefully he wouldn't have to run any laps.
Joel stumbled through the door to the locker room and quickly surveyed his situation. He was the first one there! He quickly made his way to his locker and fumbled with the lock. He started to hear voices approaching. Fuck, he messed up the combination! The caracal's heart started to race as he finally got his locker opened. He fished out his gym shorts and quickly dropped his jeans to the floor, revealing the white plastic of the back of his diaper. As he hastily worked to pull up his green polyester gym shorts, he felt a paw gently swat at his padded rear, followed by his brother pressing up behind him.
"Still crinkling... and here I thought you said you were wet."
The caracal's heart froze as he nervously turned around. In his haste he didn't even notice the slow trickle of kids joining them in the locker room. Several had definitely noticed Joel's underwear before Elijah blocked their view and were murmuring and chuckling amongst themselves.
"Maybe they didn't notice," Elijah hummed as Joel pulled his gym shorts up the rest of the way to his waist, "Maybe they'll think they saw wrong and you were just wearing an unusually white pair of tighty-whities. Or maybe they know you're a little diaper baby now and will be sure to let the entire school know by the end of the day."
Joel whimpered and tried to put Elijah out of his mind as he pulled off his shirt - great, his shorts didn't fully cover the waistband of his diaper. Luckily the shirt was long enough that he'd be safe as long as he didn't have to jump around and raise his arms too much. Elijah grinned and reached around Joel to give the front of his diaper a squeeze, the slick fabric of his gym shorts gliding smoothly around the swollen plastic, eliciting a shudder from the caged boy before he turned away to go get changed himself.
As they all filed out to the gymnasium, they started with warmup stretches. Joel's cheeks burned bright red under his fur. With each twist of his torso, each jumping jack, each long stretch of his legs, all the caracal could think of was making sure to not lean forward too much, not lift his arms too high, not expose himself in any way more. The sheer shorts he wore already did little good to hide the bulge of his diaper, and his only saving grace was, ironically, the cage that kept his swelling sheath from making an unmistakable tent in the front as the wet padding rubbed against his little balls.
After stretches and a few clumsily-jogged laps around the gym, the teacher rolled out a cart filled with basketballs. Perfect, no shortage of jumping and raised arms there. As everyone started forming into small three-on-three teams, Elijah made sure to position himself so that he'd be playing against his brother.
The kids lined up on their half-court, Elijah standing right across from his brother. He thought to himself how he could get through with as little moving and actually playing as possible without looking like he was slacking and being sentenced to laps outside where the entire school could see. Unfortunately, Elijah was too in-tune with his twin's thoughts, and leaned in to whisper.
"Every basket you get, I'll unlock you a day early."
Joel's heart risked a flutter for just a moment. Getting that infernal cage off a day early just for throwing a ball through a hoop? It was too good an offer to pass up, until he remembered that even on a good day, he had the coordination and athleticism of a drunk two-year-old. Plus, he knew that Elijah wasn't about to make an offer like that unless he had some sort of ulterior motive.
With a long chirp from the teacher's whistle, the boys started against each other. Joel scrambled to try to get the ball, but Elijah made sure to block his brother at every opportunity. With the commotion of bouncing balls in the echoing gymnasium, Joel hardly had to worry about the sound of his diaper rustling under his shorts, but Elijah was hardly about to make it easy. Every time Joel tried to get around his bro and get to the ball, Elijah would slide in and bump up against him. Each time he'd make sure to hip-check his brother, making his diaper squish against him.
Joel whined and moaned a bit as Elijah repeatedly rubbed up against him in plain view of everyone. Of course, Joel realized all too late, he just wanted to make sure I wouldn't just sit off to the sides. He wanted me to move around as much as possible. And taking a day off being locked? A day off from how long anyways?
The caracal wouldn't have much time to contemplate his situation. For the entire half hour of Gym, Elijah didn't miss a single opportunity to sneak in a grope, rub, or squeeze on his brother. The added embarrassment of it happening right in front of the entire class, who were either oblivious or indifferent, made the cub's sheath swell and strain at his increasingly-uncomfortable cage, even starting to leak a bit of pre into his already-soaked diaper.
Finally the teacher blew his whistle and gathered everyone back together. They were released back into the locker room, this time with Joel near the back of the line. Joel's heart started pounding, even harder than when he'd been trying to dart around his brother, all the way to his locker over in the corner. He looked over his shoulder as he unlocked it - luckily most everyone was getting into the shower stalls. The diapered caracal would have to settle for a quick wipedown with a washcloth, so it seemed he might get a reprieve as he undressed. He opened up his locker and pulled down his gym shorts, leaning forward and lifting his tail a bit as he got them all the way down to his ankles. When he came back up, Elijah stood there, holding all of Joel's regular clothes in his arms with a grin.
"Better think fast," Elijah grinned, "Are you gonna be coming to school diapered for the rest of the week like the baby you are, or am I gonna have to toss these over to the showers so everyone else can see you?"
Elijah gasped and lunged for his clothes, stumbling on the gym shorts around his ankles. There was no time to think or reconsider.
"Fine! I'll do whatever!" Joel pleaded, "Just give me those back!"
As Joel reached for his clothes, Elijah only held them away from him, shaking his head.
"Well, if 'whatever' is on the table, then I think there's something else to add. Something to maybe give you one diaper-free day."
Joel yelped as Elijah took him by the wrist, pulling him forward. The caracal fell forward, catching himself on the locker room bench. Elijah slunk behind his brother and tugged down the back of his diaper, managing to pull the whole thing down to his thighs. As Elijah felt the humid locker room air on his bare sac, he looked back to his brother.
"N-not here!" he pleaded, "C'mon, everyone will be back soon!"
Elijah simply shook his head and undid his belt, pulling his pants down to free his barbed feline cock. He pressed his hips up against his brother's, pressing his warm cocklet against Joel's tailhole. With a dominant growl the caracal pushed into his brother's abused hole, hilting inside him with one thrust. Joel whined and winced as his brother started to thrust in and out of him, his cock cage seeming to grow tighter by the second. The tension of his sheath swelling at the mere thought of getting taken in the middle of the locker room was nothing compared to it actually happening.
As Elijah started to hump in and out of his brother, one by one the showers turned off and the other kids started to file back into the locker room. Their chatter quickly gave way to stunned silence as they stumbled into the scene of Elijah going at it with his brother. Joel squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks burning under his tan fur as Elijah wrapped his arms around his waist. The two boys were the center of attention, with Elijah expertly pumping in and out of Joel's tight little tailring.
The dominating caracal leaned in and whispered into Joel's pointed ear before pulling his head back with a loud moan. Elijah climaxed into his brother, spurting his teen spoo into Joel's rear. As he caught his breath, Elijah helped Joel back upright, letting the entire class see his bro's caged sheath before pulling his wet diaper back up to his waist. Joel tried to fold his ears down, but it was impossible to drown out the snickers of his classmates.
"A diaper? Seriously?"
"Right? And what was that thing on his sheath? Some sort of lock?"
"What a fucking baby. He's even wet!"
Elijah simply patted Joel on his bottom, letting the crinkling echo through the room for everyone to hear.
"See you on the bus home then, baby bro," he jeered as he walked off, buttoning his jeans back up, "Hope you make it until then."
Joel whimpered as he clumsily picked his clothes back up. The diaper would make sure he wasn't about to start having an embarrassing leak from his tailhole, but at this point it was the last leak he was worried about. He pulled up his pants and changed his shirt, though at this point he was hardly concerned about making sure everything was on just right to cover his diaper - at this point the whole school would know within the hour. He hurried out of the locker room with his bag, cheeks burning - a day off from being diapered was hardly going to do any good at this point.
Only two more classes to go... and only one more class until he'd notice that the waistband of his diaper was peeking out over the back of his shirt.
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Joanna's Accident Part 2 by FenixZ2
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Second part to the "Joanna's Accident" series, third hasn't been written and I'm unsure if I will. Joanna is a 5 year old red kangaroo and Britty (mommy) is a 27 year old housecat. - I curl up in my bed, content to go to sleep after having daddy use me. I rub my swollen belly and think of how much
|
[
"Cat",
"Cub",
"Cum Inflation",
"Diaper",
"F/F",
"Incest",
"Kangaroo",
"Watersports"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152233-joanna-s-accident-part-2
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I curl up in my bed, content to go to sleep after having daddy use me. I rub my swollen belly and think of how much daddy filled me. Slipping a paw into my fresh padding I can already feel daddy's seed dribbling out of my used cunny. I eventually drift off so I don't hear mommy come home, or talking to daddy, or crawl up into bed with me. "Hey baby" she whispers, stirring me from my sleep, slipping a paw around and cuddling up close "I heard daddy mated you like a big girl" she continued, rubbing my swollen belly. I nodded sleepily and let out a soft whine "Y-yeah.. Mommy nuzzled my neck and I could feel her smiling "Why don't you tell me about it then hunny?" She said and kissed my neck. I nodded, knowing mommy liked when I took daddy, even if I didn't wanna, but never let daddy go too far "W-well, I had a accident-" "Ohh, well good thing you're padded.." mommy chimed in, moving her paw down to grope at my crinkly padding. "Y-yeah.. But I went to has daddy change me a-an he needed to squirts" I said shyly, always embarrassed to tell mommy what daddy's done. "Oh really?" Mommy said I nodded and wiggled back against her "Yep, an I was a good girl, I took daddy in my muzzle. B-but daddy didn't want that.." Mommy murred and pressed up against me "Oh? What'd daddy want?" I let out a whine and squirm "D-daddy wanted my pussy." I say and wiggle shyly. Mommy giggled and groped my crotch "And you were a good girl and took *all* of daddy and all his seed?" I squirm more and nod, mommy's touches making me giggle "U-uh-huh. Daddy made me.. A-an he was deep mommy, see my belly?" Mommy started nibbling on my ear, making me squirm more as she slipped her paw in my padding quickly and rubbed my cunny "Mumm-humm, I do see that baby. Are you ok?" She asked as she slipped a finger between my folds. "I-it hurt, b-but not no more" I say shakily, my voice trembling as mommy molesters and teases me. Mommy licked my ear as she sank a finger into my cunny, still slick with daddy's seed as it dribbled from my womb "Did you cum for daddy?" I shivered and whimpered, remembering daddy making me cum "Yeah, b-but I didn't wanna mommy! Daddy made me..." I said with a pant and a whine. Mommy wiggled her finger inside and rubbed at my clit with her thumb "You gotta cum for daddy, or else he won't stop.." I sighed and nodded "T-that makes sense.." mommy always made sense, specially when she was touching on me "I-I guess I won't f-fight daddy making me cums.." I say, already close to cumming on mommy's paw. "Good girl" she said, pulling her paw out of my padding, causing me to whine loudly before the crawled on top of me and I noticed mommy's panties were missing under her skirt and daddy's seed was dribbling out of her too "You took such good care of daddy, he was too tired to take care of me" mommy said hotly, slipping a paw behind my head and pressing her cunny to my muzzle "Take care of mommy\~" I open my muzzle, knowing the first thing mommy's gonna do and she presses her shaven bits hard against my maw, first pushing daddy's seed out into my muzzle then with a soft sigh flooding my maw with her pee "This is my muzzle" she pants, holding my head firm though I don't struggle and drink it all down, nodding as I feel the urge to wet also but hold it. Once mommy finishes marking my muzzle she scritches my headfur and starts to grind, reaching back and slipping a paw in my padding again, quickly working two fingers into my used slit. I lapped at mommy's pussy hard, knowing she wasn't playing, that she needed to cum after daddy used her. Mommy moaned out and fingered my cunny hard, making me cum quickly, knowing just where to push on her little girl, causing me to wet on her paw and whine out between her thighs. "Did mommy's girl just cum and wet? Such a good girl" she teased a she continued to finger me. I just nodded and shuddered as I cum again an her fingers. Mommy mercilessly pounds her fingers into me and presses up against my special spot each time as I get close causing me to cum over and over. I lose track every time when mommy does this, just yipping out into her pussy as I shudder and lap at her. Finally mommy digs her paw in my head fur again, holding me firmly in place as she grinds on my muzzle, forcing a third finger into my young, used, cunny and presses hard against my special spot, causing me to whine out almost in pain as I lap "C-c'mon once more like a big girl for m-mommy" she stammered. I try and pull away from mommy's fingers but before I know it I'm yipping into her pussy again as I shudder and cum. Mommy continues to push on my special spot and holding my headfur as she bucks and cries out, cumming and wetting again in my muzzle. I shudder with mommy as I drink it all down once more, licking her twitching bits as my own cling to her fingers. Finally after a couple more bucks against my muzzle as mommy came again she pulls her fingers out and licks them clean "Such a big girl for mommy" she pants. I just shiver under her and pant into mommy's pussy, still licking her juices, nodding. Mommy lets go of my headfur and gets from on top of me giving me a big kiss "Always such a good girl for mommy. I think I outta let you tease daddy\~. Rest now baby."
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The biggest misstake by Kunar the Oracle
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If you wish to send this to V, then here is his profile and might as well watch him since he uploads some of the most beautiful stories out there. https://vergennes.sofurry.com/ - I think we have all had one, something you fee you regret for the rest of your life.I think I had mine, I said good bye
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[
"Beging",
"Depressing",
"Depression",
"Desperation",
"Huge mistake",
"Lost",
"Love",
"Lownly",
"Otter",
"Sad",
"Scared",
"alone",
"broken heart",
"crying",
"good bye",
"missing",
"please",
"sorry",
"tears",
"wishing"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148011-the-biggest-misstake
|
I think we have all had one, something you fee you regret for the rest of your life.I think I had mine, I said good bye to someone I love, I love him more then I do my self 90% of the time. His name is V online or Vergenne, hes the love of my life and I broke his heart. Last night through Skype I begged for him to take us back. You know its true what they say you don't know what you got till its gone, and I lost the best thing that I ever had, even now I feel alone with out him. Hes a good bit away from me but you know, he is still even after the brake up... The first thing i think of when I wake up, and the last thing I cry about before I sleep. I haven't decided if ill show him this or not, Maybe I wont and in 20 years he will see it when he has his own family with out me, maybe he will see it after we have our dream house and laugh about it. In the six months I knew him I was so happy, we had bumps here and there but to a lot of people we where goals and they happily pointed it out, its something we laughed about and smiled as we thought of our self being goals. I still even have his quote for stories on my home page But in the past few weeks of our brake up I have broken cried and wanted to die :c we have never been so unhappy but we are trying to get him back, and we will do next to any thing to help this any thing to mend his heart and show him how sorry we are, to wash away the fear and replace it with the love we had. My family thought of him as one of our own family almost fully fit in since we are all nuts XD, but you know what? when I told my sister that i broke up with him she got mad but not at him but me :/ and she was right to I did something rash and quick with out enough thought, I was mad at her for this but hey she was right and still is. I dun fucked up,i fucked up big. I have one last thing to say, baby if your reading this I'm so sorry I hurt you when I was told you cried for as long as you did I wanted to throw up because how discussed i was with my self, if you don't want to try again to continue what we had, ill understand..and I hope that..we can..be be boyfriends again.. But if you do find some one else, I have a warning for them that my sister and I have made a family moto of sorts I guess, Don't fuck with our family, we are nuts and should of been avoided, you hurt someone we care for and we will make sure you regret that for the rest of your life we could care less bout going to hell for it, we will burn in glee as long as we know that we forced you to experience the pain 100 fold of what you did to our cherished friend or family.
‾A Mind For Many
May Renmora watch over you and may Layon our goddess of love be our guide and yours and help us find peace in the arms of another.
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Fractured Memories Part 1 by dfeyder
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#11 of gift work - Fractured Memories Part 1 By Dustin Feyder Commissioned by Dodish As I sit in this train car my thoughts turn back to my school days, better days some might say. I can't disagree more, whenever I think back to sixth grade I remember only pain and discomfort, I couldn't
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[
"Adult",
"Cat",
"Female",
"First Person",
"Hyena",
"Kiss",
"Male",
"Musk",
"School",
"Sex",
"Short Story",
"Wolf",
"castle",
"kid",
"muzzle",
"train",
"travel"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144147-fractured-memories-part-1
|
Fractured Memories
Part 1
By
Dustin Feyder
Commissioned by
Dodish
As I sit in this train car my thoughts turn back to my school days, better days some might say. I can't disagree more, whenever I think back to sixth grade I remember only pain and discomfort, I couldn't reach my twenties fast enough. I write in this journal struggling to piece together half remembered day's gone. I recived a letter in the mail from a 'friend' I have not spoken to since before middle school.
Samur Mike Ashcroft. He was a exchange student. I am tolled he cames from a well-to-do family. He was an acquard one. A hyena if I am not mistaking, he had black hair and sharp green gray eyes. he dressed in the same outfit almost every day of the week; a cap that was not quit a bowler but not modern enough to be called a ball cap, a sliver sports coat with a number stitched into the caller, and black slacks with fade marks running down the lag where the cuffs have been stretched. These outfit bassed on its wear must have belonged to his father before him. It was a look from a generation earlier.
Mike was never unkind to anyone, but we were kids and kids tend to act dumb, we never understood Mike when he talked and the older kids amongst us seemed to have fun ruffing him up after school. I remember a smell, Mike had the worst cologne in the world. It was something between watermelon, honey, and gasoline. Every boy I knew talked about how bad it was. Maybe the girls liked it, I cant remember.
I do remember a field trip on the other hand, the one where Samur and I first talked. It was the fourth, fifth and sixth grade classes, we had gone to a nature reserve, and swimming at the end of the trip. When Mike sripped down to his swimsuit almost every boy in my grade broke out in laughter, his swimsuit was something hideous long black trunks that swung around his knees and a skin-tight undershirt that was clearly cut for a girl. Mike was quit and sensitive, he broke into tears and ran into the woods screaming. I was the first person to go looking for him.
In the fallowing days Mike was quick to track me down and we spent some time together. I was even invited over to his house. To spite him having claimed to come from a family with both wealth and influence the home he resided in was a house of modesty. Not even so much a house as a room in the upper floors of what at one time might have been a palace but now is a multiplex.
Something that I came to learn was that Samur really couldn't speak my language fluently. History tells us that in a time not so many decades ago there where sixteen kingdoms, all isolated. They had their own church, their own tongue, their own costumes. It was the construction of the railroad that brought the kingdoms together.
Honestly Samur wasn't that bad at catching on as the schoolyear trudged, one thing Mike never seemed to grasp was that in this land words have gender. He never seemed to use the right variation on words, espousal when talking about himself or his father he always used the wrong word, time and time again refereeing to his father and himself using feminine terms. I tried constantly to correct him.
In the later years, our land has slowly married into four mega kingdoms, the land I was born in has found itself as part of what we call the Westernlands and I am now exiting my home and moving into alien tarator. The next trainyard I reach will mark the crossroads of the four lands, I will be borading a train next talking me into the Southkingdom.
Why? Did I not say? Included in Mike's letter to me was a train ticket. I don't know why but I feel inclined to go to my one-time friend. The letter was less then specific with its instructions saying unclear words like 'I need you.' And 'there is something you must do for me' as for what these thing might be that is the part that was left out. Nevertheless I packed two bags and left my house in the hands of a acquaintance of mine and now here I go.
On the second train, I board I am greeted by wolves. A strange people they are, being from a land of cats I have never seen dogs best as I recall. In my land, there are no wolf actors or wolf poets. They provide me with a fine dining experience, they offer me a plate of a meat called something like horse-lag served with a side of eggs and a bitter drink that they serve warmed. I though the horse was a ruff meat and the drink did not suit my pallet but I was happy to entertain the company. They seemed to have more than a hand full of question to ask me as I did them.
We talk back and forth about nothing of interest for some time till at last I reach the last connection in my trip. The roads leading to Mike's house I understand are uneven, unsafe for motor vehicles to travel in the spring. So, a charioteer awaits to escort me the last few miles to meet my friend.
The property that spreads out before me is like nothing I have seen in my homeland. A fence wraps around the estate that must be five miles long, a whole town fits within the walls. A cobbled brickwork path leads up the side of a hill at the center of town leading to a house that might be a castle. But unlike the one he stayed at in school this one looks functional. An old castle, the type that old-world lords and ladies lived in.
My shock and aw does not recede as I am pushed up the stairs and into the gate. The inner hall is painted in a blinding yellow, mirrors line the walls bouncing light every which way transforming each candle into a hundred or more candles. A grand stairwell wraps around the floor leading up the castle into the highest reaches, five landings can be seen where one could exit the stairs and look down to the floors beneath.
A rope and bell hand from the wall on the left just inside the door, the walls are decorated with spears and shields, armor is set up on mannequins at the foot of the stairs and before each door. As a man with in interest in history I have collected a hand full of knives and helmets, but mine are old and worn, these are splendid, and show platina put are still in good repair. These armaments have seen battle and returned home.
"Mike!" I yell having little idea what else to do.
A voice, calm, sexy calls down from the second floor, my eyes roll up searching for its origin, my eyes catching a goddess like figure looking down at me, well formed, generously shaped, wide hips and moderate breast wrapped in a glowing gown that looks like fish scales forged out of rubies, thick black hair rolling down her back and flashing blue green eyes. Her fur is speckled between tan gray and black, with a dark ring around her noise and over her ears.
"You sound ridiculous when you say my name. it is the western tongue, you like the hard 'I' and you forget the 'E' I will not have more of this silliness. You will call me Madam Ashcroft or Sumar, no more of this 'Mike' business." Her voice is low and commanding but she is trying to make it sound high and inviting. "my lovable Mr. Dirhon Lovecraft. Why should it have taken you so long to come to me?"
I am in shock; the hair, the voice, the body they are all wrong. But the eyes, the inflections they seem right. But this can't be my friend, can it? "Sumar, you are a girl.?." I don't know if that is a question or a proclamation, my heart is suddenly pounding as she starts her way down the steps and her 'hideous perfume' finds my noise and suddenly I remember it, I understand it.
"Did I not say so much a hundred times when we were younglings?" her voice echoes down the chambers as she fallows the twisting spires down to me. "as a girl, many times your face invaded my dreams, my body wanted you, even then, even now. Did you never see it?"
It was never perfume, it was musk, she was leaving a hormone trail and somehow not I nor anyone else understand it. It was puberty, her body was shouting for attention, how did I never work that though in my head?
As the hyena reaches the bottom landing and moves in close I take a step back pressing my back to the wall trying to collect my emotion, I am overwhelmed by confusion. Sumar is not. One of Sumar's long then hands finds my face, she grips me by the back of the head and forces me to lean into her, her mouth opens, her muzzle parts, her fangs wrap around my lips, she kisses me with a depth and passion I would never have expected. I get lost in the kiss.
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2 My Luv <3 by Jiblits
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2 My Luv \<3 In the cloudy days of past lives seen from a glance We met in a forgotten photo, looking toward another by chance Silent the melody that drove me closer as the world stood still Movements met motions slowly drawing all my will With eyes sure of a future worth while Stares of soon-to-be
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[
"Love",
"Poem",
"Short",
"valentines"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143509-2-my-luv-3
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2 My Luv \<3
In the cloudy days of past lives seen from a glance
We met in a forgotten photo, looking toward another by chance
Silent the melody that drove me closer as the world stood still
Movements met motions slowly drawing all my will
With eyes sure of a future worth while
Stares of soon-to-be cares gradually turned to a memorable smile
Sudden in the embrace
I found myself holding you close, as we danced face to face
Footing unimportant, we moved forward not knowing where & when our waltz would end
Any which way, at the end of the day, I know I'm a lucky man among many to say, I have such a wonderful love \<3 \<3 \<3 and the best of any friend \<3 \<3 \<3
Thank you for such amazing times that keep surprising me, day & night
Not always clear, but, I know, with you by my side, it's impossible to lose sight \<3 =^-^= \<3
(not real Spanish) ---\> ?"Teh Kero Meh Armor" XP lol
(enough Chinese for now ^\_^)
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Tyler by Muskwalker
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Reader-suggestion story. Running these at the beginning of every month now on my writing Twitter @Muskwriter. - You know how sometimes you just need a long vacation to relax and get away from it all, but the vacation itself turns out to be just as much planning and work and bother as everyday life?
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[
"Anal",
"Balls",
"Bareback",
"Breeding",
"Chubby",
"Cum",
"Fingering",
"Gay",
"Hybrid",
"Hyper",
"Impregnation",
"Jockstrap",
"M/M",
"Male Pregnancy",
"Micropenis",
"Premature Ejaculation",
"Rabbit",
"Red Panuki",
"Shapeshifting"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150247-tyler
|
You know how sometimes you just need a long vacation to relax and get away from it all, but the vacation itself turns out to be just as much planning and work and bother as everyday life?
For a while I've been using my vacation time to just stay at home and laze about and keep my balls drained. (When you're half tanuki, you tend to be hefting around quite a bit in the scrotal area. And when you're half red panda, your body never quite gets used to it and is horny *all the time*.) But this time... I had a buildup of wanderlust nearly as strong as the conventional lust that never seems to leave me.
So I decided to take a trip. I didn't want to try and overcommit; this time I would arrange no tours, no schedules--I'd just go someplace new and experience what's out there.
I packed about a week's worth of clothes and got on the first ship leaving the system.
---
Now, a modern spaceship--at least, one that does interstellar travel, not the local spacebusses--is basically a self-sustaining city-state all to itself. Anything you need, you're likely to have a good chance of finding.
*And what I need,* I thought, as I brought my suitcase to my apartment, *is someone to help me get off.* I hadn't been able to get off since boarding, at least forty-five minutes ago, and my balls were *aching*. Because of my constant levels of need, I don't usually spend time seeking out partners--but hey, a vacation's a vacation.
I shucked off my pants and went online as I started pawing. Put a million people together in a place, and at least a thousand will be up for action at any given time; on a spaceship, they could be of any species, shape, or proclivity.
I brought up the public listing to see if anything caught my eye... but even before I could bring up a single profile I already had a message.
*Already? This could be good, or it could be very, very bad.* (I'm sure you know what I mean.)
The message read: *I saw you at boarding. You're really cute. And... I'd love to help you unload a bit.*
Definitely not as bad as it could have been. Still--
A new message pinged. *I mean... if that's okay and I'm not asking too much. Uh. Sorry.*
My interlocutor was a gray rabbit, not too much younger than me. His profile picture only showed him from the chest up, his body covered in a shapeless sweatshirt. No additional pictures--not even the promise of private ones. The profile told very little about him aside from his name: Tyler.
*Fair enough,* I thought. *Not everyone's an exhibitionist.*
I decided to give him a chance and asked him to come on up, and let off my first orgasm in anticipation of his arrival.
---
I checked on the door about five minutes after his last message, only to find Tyler hesitating outside, paw raised like he was about to knock.
"Come on buddy," I said, letting him in. "No point in waiting."
The rabbit blushed to his ears, taking in the sight of a red panuki half coated in cum. "I-- I see I've come too late," he said. "I'm sorry, I should've--"
"What? No, hey, it's just an orgasm, there'll be another one along in a few minutes." I was hard again already, actually. "Just... get comfortable, get out of... that..."
He was in the same sweatshirt as his picture, which somehow managed to obscure everything down to the knees; the rest of him was covered up by baggy denim pants.
The rabbit reddened again. "Well... I wanted to know what you wanted to see, first."
I chuckled. "I'd like to see you out of those clothes," I said.
"But I can..." He took a deep breath. "I can reshape my body. A little. Nothing big. But I can have whatever build you want. Just, like... well, you know, you're part tanuki, you can probably do something like it too."
"Uh... not really..." I'd never actually tried anything small like that--I stopped trying after I couldn't turn myself into a teacup or anything. If I could've been a little taller, a little more burly, a little bigger-dicked all this time... *Oh well. At least I get to decide my partner.* "But as for you..."
I hesitated and Tyler blushed, no doubt imagining possibilities.
"I kind of like guys to be closer to my build... you know, a little thick, a little soft, a little..."
"...cuddly," the rabbit supplied, blushing deeper.
"I would've said 'tubby' but that works too."
He laughed. "All right. Tubby like you. Um. Tanuki-sized junk too?"
"Oh, nonono. Trust me, it's more trouble than it's worth. You don't have to be big at all."
The rabbit's blush was obscured behind the sweatshirt as he pulled it off over his head, revealing a round gray-and-white-furred paunch--*do I really look that fat?*--followed by a pillowy chest, big arms... The increased softness to his face as it came free of the garment made him look ten times cuter, and I could feel my balls aching as his new look charged up my arousal.
Fuck, I needed to get off. I moved in close, pressing my belly against his as I ground against him, leaning up to kiss his muzzle.
"Mmm," he said. "Hold on, let me get out of these pants."
They dropped to the floor, and I reached down to stroke his junk.
And had trouble finding it.
His paw joined mine and moved it towards a little nub almost fully buried in crotchfur and fat. "You said not big at all, so... hope this is okay..."
The stiffness couldn't have been more than an inch long.
"'Okay'? It's fuckin' hot is what it is. But it'll never reach past this fat ass of mine. I'm just gonna have to plow ya."
Tyler yelped as I leaned in and pulled him onto the bed, reaching down further to finger his hole.
"Now let's get you worked up..."
The rabbit moaned uncontrollably as my paw worked between his chubby rump cheeks--loud enough that I worried it might disrupt the neighboring apartments.
Now, some folks, they never get in the habit of holding back the sound of their enjoyment--and I'd be a hypocrite if I told him to stop it--but my dick was already way overdue for its next release and it'd be no good if our day was disrupted by people calling security to shush us.
The correct course of action in this kind of case is to make it part of the scene. I looked over the edge of the bed to find something suitable for the rabbit's moans before I noticed his pile of discarded clothes, and a familiar shape of undergarment in the seat of the jeans.
I reached down to pick up the jock. Its scent was apparent even at arm's length--pulling it close I could tell that at least a couple of days of Tyler's musk must have gone into it.
I pressed my finger deep into his hole.
The rabbit let out a long, low moan.
And I crammed the wadded-up jock into his mouth.
He *mmgmphed* and I felt his hole tighten up around my finger in response. I took that as invitation to go further--leaning in to nibble gently at his shoulder while I worked under his little tail, opening him up enough to take a second finger alongside as his muffled moans increased.
At this point I couldn't hold back any longer; the need to unload had reached almost painful levels. I pulled my fingers out, tucked my ballsack between my thighs and tail to get it out of the way, and gripped the rabbit's chubby sides, pressing my body against his as my dick settled along his soft rump.
I was on a hair-trigger already, and the mere softness of Tyler's fur was *almost* enough to get me off all by itself as he ground his hindquarters needily against me, whimpering into the jock stuffed in his face. I knew I had to move quickly and pushed in between those thick rump cheeks, sliding my dick into that soft, warm, slick hole.
As my stubby cock hilted in, it saw no need in waiting any further--before I could even think of starting to thrust, the rush of orgasm had overtaken me. "Oh, *fuck*," I said, gripping the moaning rabbit's body as my poor neglected balls started to fill his hole.
The cum kept coming until I could feel the fullness of his hole resisting, the cum spurting back out and drenching his rump, my thighs, and forming a puddle spreading across the bed.
Tyler's moans escalated till it was clear even the jock couldn't suppress it; he spat it out and reached down for his poor half-buried cock, giving himself a few quick strokes before his own seed was soaking the sheets as well.
"Ooh fuck," he said, looking over my more substantial mess as he caught his breath. "That's--that's a lot more than I was expecting... Didn't you just blow a load before I got here?"
I pressed my muzzle against his shoulder as my pulsing cock finally died down. "That's... every time."
"Not *every* time?"
"Wait fifteen minutes and see."
"*Fif--*"
"On average." To be honest, the softness of the rabbit in my arms was enough to get me going again already. If my dick could just stay in his velvet rump a little longer, it wouldn't take half that much time.
"Wow." The rabbit blushed, sliding off my cock and rubbing his heavy gut as if it were full. "Um... while that sounds kind of hot... I, uh... should probably go..."
I sighed. You could be the greatest show on Earth or any other planet and a certain kind of guy will *still* turn tail and run after he shoots his wad. "Yeah, I guess... you got what you wanted."
"Hey now," Tyler said. He hopped over to me while he tried to get his pants back on, and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "You know it's not... like that. But... you know what it isn't, too."
I sighed again. "Yeah, I know. Still, if you think you might want to... later..."
The rabbit gave me a sad look as he arranged his clothes and went out the door.
---
Tyler slumped against the wall, feeling his insides change as he realigned his body back to the way he usually held it with no one around.
He could already tell, even if the amount he'd been flooded by hadn't made it inevitable, that the red panuki's seed had found fertile ground; his paws were drawn to stroke his belly, imagining the future swell.
The rabbit looked back longingly at the unknowing parent's door, weighing whether he should go back--whether he should explain, to the guy whose name he didn't even get, that he would be carrying his child.
Whether the hybrid would react well, or... like the last guy had. The bruises may have healed, but it still hurt.
He shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled again. *What even* could *happen?*
He sighed, turned away from the door, and slunk back to his apartment.
Maybe he'd find comfort in the little one's company.
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Archery Lessons | Chapter One by Blasteroid
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Chapter one of a smut story featuring Maid Marian from Robin Hood! Themes will include adultery, corruption, breeding, and public indecency. No goodies just yet! This one will be a slow burn. - **Archery Lessons** **Chapter One** Marian had scarcely been in Nottingham for a fortnight, and already
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[
"Captain crocodile",
"Maid Marian",
"Robin Hood"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148013-archery-lessons-chapter-one
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**Archery Lessons**
**Chapter One**
Marian had scarcely been in Nottingham for a fortnight, and already she missed the sights and sounds that London offered. Boredom had not been the sole reason for her long time away from home, but as the vixen sat in the large castle courtyard, she began to remember just how slowly the days passed here.
Growing up, the young maid could always count on her beloved Robin Hood to get the two of them into trouble, and then back out again. It was exhilarating, and was just about the only thing she had to look forward to on an average day in Nottingham. She'd been gone so long, though. Too long. It was silly to expect her Robin to still be holding a torch for her, if he even remembered their time together.
Marian's days began to boil down to a stodgy, tedious cycle. Wake, tend her fur, dress, play badminton with Lady Kluck, bathe, and settle down for supper. After dinner, she'd typically find herself meandering around the castle grounds, desperate to find something to occupy her mind.
Oftentimes, she'd visit the neighboring village on one of her nightly walks. It was once a peaceful, thriving town, but Prince John's taxation had taken a toll on everyone here. While speaking with the villagers was still something she enjoyed, it was painful to see them in such dire straits, while she enjoyed her cushy home within the castle walls.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries with Otto over some tea she'd brought, the maid decided it was time to head home. Sleep had not been easy as of late, with her mind racing as it did, so she often elected to get a head-start and retire a few hours early. Her pink flats tramped grass and earth beneath her as careful footfalls carried her home, though she stopped just short of the castle walls.
The tournament grounds stretched out before her, nestled between Sherwood Forest and the castle itself. Several tents and booths dotted the flat plain, as well as the occasional archery target. Marian had been briefed on what the tournament would entail--and while surrendering a kiss to someone other than Robin nauseated her, she supposed it was a fairly benign prize, all things considered. It wasn't as if she was to marry the winner, after all.
Absent-mindedly, the young vixen padded over to one of those wooden booths, examining a bow someone had left overnight. It looked elegant, consisting of solid yew encircled with a leather handle. Marian had never even held a bow, let alone fired one, but she'd watched others practice with them in her youth. She lifted the implement, testing the draw and how it felt in her hands.
While archery wasn't something she particularly delighted in the thought of, it was something new. Anything to break the tedious cycle she'd relegated herself to seemed like a godsend, frankly. The fox retrieved an arrow from one of the tents, inspected it, then made her way over to a standing target.
Her first attempt thumped into the ground, only a few feet in front of her. The draw weight of such a bow surprised her, the vixen supposing this weapon must have belonged to one of the burlier men of her uncle's guard. Groaning in embarrassment, she retrieved the arrow, having a second go at it.
"Ah!" Marian squeaked out, her wrist throbbing with pain as the bow's string twanged against her fur. Her arrow sailed harmlessly into the dirt, only a foot or so past her last failed endeavor. Her ears drooped as she rubbed her injury. It was only a bruise at worst, but it certainly stung something fierce. Perhaps this sort of thing was best left to the professionals...
"Ho, my lady, your skills require polishing." A deep, gravelly voice rang out from behind the flustered fox. Marian gasped in surprise as she wheeled around, coming face to face with a tall, green-scaled crocodile. He gave her a smile, though it was difficult to ascertain his intentions with a toothy grin like that.
"Evidently." Marian responded with a slightly nervous chuckle, waving a hand dismissively in front of her face. "I thought I'd give it a try, but it seems like I'm well and truly rubbish at this sort of thing."
"Nonsense." Her companion replied, taking a step toward her on his short, stubby legs. He towered over the canine, his cloak rustling slightly in the light breeze. "No one gets it right on their first try. That bow is far too large for you, as well."
"Ah, so it is." Marian didn't like his voice one bit. He spoke in a raspy, throaty tone, which struck her as the voice some villain in her fanciful adventure novels might have. Still, this man served as a vassal to her uncle, and surely was a virtuous sort. Otherwise, she couldn't see her relative having appointed him to any position of authority.
"Aye, if you'd like, I could teach you how to shoot a bow like that. At least, well enough that you're not embarrassing yourself." The crocodile let out a low chuckle with this, his eyes containing a strange sort of hunger that made her uneasy. "Meet me here tomorrow night, and I'll have a much more suitable weapon for a lass your size."
The young woman felt her cheeks reddening beneath her orange fur, both intrigued and annoyed simultaneously. Having something to break up the monotony of her daily routine would be tremendously appreciated, but something about this cloaked crocodile rubbed her the wrong way. "I-I should be on my way back to my chambers. I'll consider your offer, though! Until next we meet." With that, she gave her conversational partner a polite bow and excused herself from the tournament grounds.
She felt a little rush of adrenaline as she quickly made her way back home. Her, doing archery? It was a strange thought, to be sure, but what was the harm? Under her reptilian acquaintance's tutelage, she might discover a new pastime. Puerile fantasies of winning her own tournament filled her mind as she lay in bed, distracting her from her thoughts as she drifted off to sleep.
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Krris #7 by bluedraggy
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#9 of Krris Muz-Ra Crosses the Line The best laid schemes o' mice an' Argonians Gang aft a-gley. (interesting to look up the origin of that phrase, though perhaps Argonians wasn't used in 1786) Well, she means well. But, in the heat of passion, things get a little more physical than was the intent.
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[
"3D",
"Adult",
"Adult Content",
"Adventure",
"Argonian",
"Bisexual",
"Booty",
"Butt",
"CGI",
"Compassion",
"Cuddling",
"Erotic",
"F/M",
"Fanfiction",
"Fantasy",
"Feline",
"Friendship",
"Humor",
"Khajiit",
"M/F",
"NSFW",
"Nudity",
"Reptile",
"Series",
"Sexy",
"Straight",
"Tail",
"Thong",
"Tight Clothes",
"Webcomic"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152235-krris-7
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| "Watch you? Watch you do what?"
"What do you think silly? Do you think only you people with penises do it to yourselves? Not so. The Jarl is gone to Solitude for a month and I'm horny as hell. I can't fuck you, Krris, but I sure as hell can get myself off. After last night, I'm aching to. And I want you to watch." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/2c69a7a0b81a265f9173b1571f09ab4f/tumblr_inline_om58sh1LDZ1sn6wro_1280.png) || "You want me to watch you..."
"Masturbate Krris. There's a word for it and you *can* say it. Yes, I do. It won't bother me. Hell I'll get off on having you watch honestly. But I also want you to understand that there is no shame in this. I'm a sexual being too, Krris, and my intimate friend isn't available. So yeah, I masturbate. Because it feels damn good." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/4326faffbd0478000fce8ad2a7374ce3/tumblr_inline_om58u9Zn5o1sn6wro_1280.png) || And with that, Muz-Ra closed her eyes and her thoughts turned to lust as she let herself go. Krris watched, fascinated. He hadn't known women did this, but the practiced fingers that Muz-Ra demonstrated proved otherwise. For a little while, he felt like some naughty voyeur, watching her. But then Muz-Ra's eyes opened and locked on his as she continued. Her mouth parted as she took in husky breaths, but when he moved closer, she held up a somewhat wet finger and wagged it at him.
"No no no. We *(huff)* mustn't go over the line. *(huff)* Keep your hands to yourself. But... *(huff)* if you want to use your hands *on* yourself, *(huff)* be my guest!"
Then she resumed her own stimulation. | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/52186bbc1b9e84fd2bf622adb679e8ed/tumblr_inline_om590ztabs1sn6wro_1280.png) || Krris looked down at himself. It was standing like a little sword! But as her breaths became faster and more pronounced, he found he couldn't look away from her.
At last, as her peak came she screamed, "Oh fuck it!" and she grabbed his hand, forcing it over her breast as her own hand shot back to where it had been to bring her over the edge. He needed no prompting but smiled and kneaded her breasts as she rode the waves back to earth. He knew when she needed his stimulation no longer, but he kept his hand cupped over her breast anyway, feeling the border where the scales yielded to the areola and nipple as her breathing returned to normal. | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/c359413381c1488894a682b187d169c6/tumblr_inline_om597k8KAG1sn6wro_1280.png) || They lay together side by side for a whiile as she calmed down.
"Do... do you think Ubergard does that too?" Krris ventured.
Muz-Ra turned her head to look at him. "Does a bear shit in the woods? (huff) Yes, Krris. Ubergard does that too. Well, probably not as expertly as I do, but I'm sure she manages somehow. Nothing for you tonight?"
Krris looked at her quizzically. "Nothing for me? What do you mean?"
"You can too, you know. If you want. No pressure." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/876f89f2debbe16b21a7f492a6010b4d/tumblr_inline_om59apjhlk1sn6wro_1280.png) || "Oh. No, I don't think I'm ready for that yet. But..."
"... the desire is there? Good. That's enough. And I notice you're not exactly soft either. Very good. Your body will demand it in time, Krris. Don't be alone when it does. Let me share it with you. Like you shared mine tonight."
"You know, you said I shouldn't touch you, Red." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/92acb88ea46f6f41f7f3420e6a0ec421/tumblr_inline_om59bs0vdI1sn6wro_1280.png) || Muz-Ra smiled up at him, her legs still splayed obscenely apart. "I lied again I guess. Hey, I'm only flesh and blood. But really, no matter what I say, be my strength there if I get too wild. If we fuck, it will hurt Ubergard and the Jarl too. I don't want to do that. But I do lose control sometimes. Don't let me do anything I'll regret." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/35ce433737581732baaf18e03f01f54e/tumblr_inline_om59d4Nmuo1sn6wro_1280.png) || "You want *me* to be the voice of moderation here?" Krris asked. "You're the doctor!"
"A doctor wouldn't have done that. I'm no doctor. I'm just a horny friend of yours, who gets carried away sometimes. But I don't want to hurt anyone, Krris. I want to help you. It's a fine line we walk. We need to be careful."
"Okay, but remember, I'm just a horny male too. I do think this is going to work, but at some point, I'm going to need some restraint too." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/7add5e987142d1f87069f3ce797674f2/tumblr_inline_om59fuRLmD1sn6wro_1280.png) || "We'll help each other," Muz-Ra said, shaking his hand in a pact. A wet hand he couldn't help but notice.
They lay down to go to sleep, with Muz-Ra snuggling up to Krris, her hand resuming it's warm grip on him below his balls as he tried to relax and stop thinking of what he just saw.
"You're hard," she commented lazily and wiggled him around a bit. "If you feel the need, don't let me stop you. Goodnight Krris."
"Goodnight Red."
Of course he couldn't sleep. And he couldn't help but notice that the hand that held him was wet too. Even his own hand held the gentle scent of Muz-Ra's passion. He wondered if she'd done that on purpose. She was crafty like that. It wasn't long before the Argonian was once again breathing deeply in a sound sleep beside him, but it was quite a while before he managed to join her.
Eventually he dreamed, not of Udaran, but of someone far less furry. Her scent was all around him, yet her face wasn't visible. But he hugged her tightly to himself. It was a good dream. | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/a098386476d4f0eb9884e44218fd222b/tumblr_inline_om59invSbA1sn6wro_1280.png) |
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New Life Pt.4 Demons1-Frank by pop5on22
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You need friends in this place , not to save you or protect you from threats that aren't real but to keep you from going insane. I know your here for life , so am I , I've been here since I turned 14 years old. I told you what I did to get here earned me privacy and that would be true , but privacy
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[
"Adult Content",
"Blood",
"Cub",
"Death",
"Extreme Content",
"Gore",
"Male",
"Pop5on22",
"Prison",
"Rape",
"Rat"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145809-new-life-pt-4-demons1-frank
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You need friends in this place , not to save you or protect you from threats that aren't real but to keep you from going insane. I know your here for life , so am I , I've been here since I turned 14 years old. I told you what I did to get here earned me privacy and that would be true , but privacy is something most people want , what I have is isolation. I'm a member of a small group of inmates who truly deserve to be in here for life. What I did should haunt me and make my life and dreams a living hell but It doesn't. I lay awake sometimes and remember my crimes as if they were glory days.
I raped and murdered my kid brother. And then I did the same to 4 of his friends that same night. In my town you could get away with incest, but there was no love in what I did to my brother and he was too young to understand it even if there was. It was birthday, he was turning 6 and I was 13 at the time. Our mother died giving birth to him which left us with our single father. And before you go getting it in your head that my dad was some low life drunk who beat me into the person I became, he wasn't. My father has always been the perfect example of what a man should be , his only mistake was having me. I was only 13 but life felt so cold and empty like I was missing something. I would do anything to feel a rush. I cut myself, burned my tail , I would have done drugs if I was old enough to get any from the neighborhood dealer. But no matter how high I got I always needed more.
My brother was having a sleep over. My dad left to go get pizza , and that's when It happened, It flipped. I lost control over myself. I didn't try to control myself. I locked me and my brother in the basement and fucked him bloody till he couldn't stand . I felt primal , I was raw and unhinged. There was no thought no hesitation and even as I watched the light fade from his eyes I felt no remorse, I felt alive. His friends heard his crying for help so I had to shut him up , I took a hammer from a near by toolbox and bashed his brains in till my arms went numb.
I stood up covered in brain matter and blood, his teeth were scattered across the floor and his eyes were no longer recognizable. I finally let the other kids in only to trap them as well. You may be asking "it couldn't have possibly taken my dad so long to get a pizza that I had enough time to rape and murder all of those kids" and you would be right. He made it home shortly after I killed my brother but he thought that every one had simply gone to sleep. I had all night to have my fun. I got more creative as I went kid to kid using tools my strength and the urge to consume there souls through pain.
It wasn't until morning that my father found me in the basement laying on a bed of corpses that he called the police. I tried to kill my father, and came very close to it .The police came and took me away before I could do anything to hurt my father further than I already did. I didn't go without a fight. I bit the throat out of one cop , clawed another's face off and made a run for it before I was eventually shot and knocked out.
I'm a special kind of criminal a specific kind of bad that even the most foul cant stomach here ,and I suffer for it. No one dares to look in my direction, or cross my path but they speak my name when I'm not around. I'm on an island surrounded by people who are on their own islands but they wont ever come to mine because of how I made it to shore. There are sex traffickers and murders here but pedophiles are rare.
I miss the feeling of my brothers soft body being ruptured by mine. The feeling of his curtailing around the blood from his torn inside mixed with my cum around my cock. That tight squeeze of his ass trying to make room for something to big to fit. And I wouldn't mind showing you first hand what that feels like.
You need friends Michael, and if I seem like an ass its not because I don't need friends like you do , you just deserve better.
You still don't even know what I did do you? That's the only way you could possibly sit in that bed across from me. That's the only way you could stand next to me. Its the only way you could breath the same air that I do and not know its toxic.You refuse to ask a simple question, the question, but you need to. Your sleeping in a room with a monster and you wont even do yourself the justice of knowing what breed I am.
And maybe I'm worse than you. I don't know if I'm hoping that your not knowing leaves you open to be the salvation, the friend that I need , or If I'm waiting for someone else to tell you my history. But I haven't told you , and you haven't asked.
When will you ask ?
I hope you never ask .
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Archery Lessons | Chapter Two by Blasteroid
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Chapter two of a smut story featuring Maid Marian from Robin Hood! Themes will include adultery, corruption, breeding, and public indecency. Things are heating up in Nottingham! - **Chapter Two** And so it was, Marian's whimsical dreams kept her glued to her bed for longer than she had anticipated.
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[
"Captain crocodile",
"Groping",
"Maid Marian",
"Robin Hood"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148015-archery-lessons-chapter-two
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**Chapter Two**
And so it was, Marian's whimsical dreams kept her glued to her bed for longer than she had anticipated. By the time she dragged herself free from her quilt's comfortable embrace, it was nearly noontime. Oh, she'd certainly catch some heat from Lady Kluck for sleeping in to this degree, but it was hard to feel too bothered about it--it was the best stretch of shut-eye she'd gotten since arriving home in Nottingham, that was for certain.
Marian shuffled out of her smallclothes, dressing herself in clean linens and donning her hat. It did become rather tiresome wearing the same clothing day in day out, but the royal tailor did have some of the best stitching in the land. It was just like a bored noble to take such things for granted!
As the vixen was slipping her shoes on, a delicious smell began to waft into her sensitive nostrils. Oh, that must have been lunch! She sniffed the air, trying to divine what was on the menu for today. It seemed like beef stew, which was hardly uncommon, but still quite delicious. As the fox padded her way through the halls of the castle, chasing that delectable scent, her path was suddenly obstructed by a group of guards, likely headed to their posts after enjoying their own meals.
One head out of the group looked awfully familiar, and it took Marian but a moment to recognize him as the crocodile from last night. His eyes met with hers for a long second, before he gave her a knowing grin and walked off, continuing to banter with his colleagues. Ooh, she hated that smug face of his, but it wasn't like she was going to decline his offer. There was naught to do after supper but re-read the same dog-eared books she'd already skimmed through a hundred times over. This was something new and exciting...
"Oh, sorry I'm late." The canine called into the dining hall, but it seemed to be empty. Had everyone eaten already? She supposed it wasn't too out of the ordinary, as she was normally one of the first to the table. As slender as her physique was, Marian loved food, especially if it was currant pie.
She ladled a bowl of stew for herself, grabbing a heel of bread and taking a seat at the long table. The fox munched thoughtfully on her meal, thinking on the events of last night, as well as her plans for the day. All of it seemed so mundane until after supper, when she'd steal off to the tournament grounds and try her hand at archery. Marian wasn't sure why, but the idea of having a bow of her own intrigued her. Perhaps she'd be a natural at it!
The badminton court was more like a bit of rope affixed to two decorative pillars, but it served well enough. It was the vixen's daily exercise, as well as a bit of valuable social interaction with her lady-in-waiting. She was here as usual, likely waiting some time for Marian to show up. The fox was a bit embarrassed, but she picked up her racquet and shuttlecock nonetheless.
"Pleasant dreams?" Lady Kluck chided, letting a loud giggle leave her beaked mouth. "I haven't known you to sleep in that late since you were a girl, my dear. You're not feeling under the weather, are you?"
"No, just been having a spot of trouble getting to sleep lately." Marian replied, serving the shuttlecock to Kluck's left side. The hen swatted the cork back toward her, and the two began their daily bout, each of them having a good feel for how the other played. "Say, do you know much about that crocodile fellow? Tall, stubby legs, deep voice..."
"Hmm, can't say that I do. I know he's the Captain of the Guard, and a crafty sort, but I've not spoken with him at any length. Why do you ask? He wasn't rude to you, was he?" Kluck's next serve was a bit more forceful, and Marian had to exert herself to catch up with it, lest she lose the game. Her servant was very protective of her, which the fox appreciated a great deal.
"Oh, nothing like that. I've just seen him around the castle a tad more than usual as of late." Marian replied, panting a bit as they continued playing. It was odd, she didn't think there was any harm in a guard teaching her how to shoot, but she still thought better of telling her lady-in-waiting of her nightly plans. Kluck would likely discourage it, anyway. It was no secret she harbored disdain for Prince John and his men.
After badminton, which Marian had lost at badly, it was time to return to her bed chambers and wash up. Kluck had prepared a bath for her, which was steaming hot by the time she wandered back to her room. The fox discarded her clothes in a basket nearby, testing the water's temperature with a toe before slipping into the bath.
She relaxed for some time, being in no particular rush. The soaking vixen perused a few chapters of a childrens' book while she reclined, as those were just about the only things she hadn't read back-to-front a million times. Afterward, Marian lathered her fur, rinsed, then left the basin entirely, towel-drying her slender frame. While she was still a bit damp, she dabbed a bit of perfume onto her wrist, as it wouldn't do for a noble lady to smell like a wet dog.
Air-drying her fur, dressing herself, and supper all seemed to fly by, her mind so distracted by thoughts of her nightly undertaking that she scarcely remembered what she'd just eaten. It was some kind of meat pie, but the lingering flavor on her tongue was her only clue. After leaving her dishes for the servants, Marian stole out into the courtyard, giddy with excitement over what was soon to occur.
It was almost night-time, though an hour or two of light still remained. Most of the castle's denizens were busying themselves with maintenance, cleaning, that sort of thing. This left her fairly confident that she and her tutor wouldn't be disturbed, especially considering the tournament grounds were usually empty at this time of night.
Upon Marian's arrival, she was greeted with relative silence. Her dark-brown eyes scanned her nearby surroundings, with no sign of her reptilian teacher. It was then that the fox began to doubt herself--had the captain been toying with her? She tried to recall his tone from last night, and ascertain in her mind whether or not he was joking. If it was a jest, it was certainly a cruel one!
Stubbornly, the vixen elected to wait a bit longer, to see if he was really planning on showing up at all. For twenty minutes she stood there, occupying herself by tapping a steady beat on one of the wooden stalls, occasionally removing her shoes to feel the grass between her toes. It was just as she was fed-up and about to head back to her bedchambers that she heard a set of heavy footfalls approaching her.
"Ha. I had a feeling you'd show, my lady." That gruff voice sounded out, making Marian's ears twitch and flatten in displeasure. It was so unlike her beloved Robin's voice, which was remarkably inviting and smooth in its cadence. She supposed it was rude to judge someone on their voice alone, but he looked much like he sounded, to boot. Big, brawny, and decidedly austere.
"By dint of boredom, yes." The fox replied, letting out a little sigh. "Have you brought the bow, by chance? I'd very much like to see it." Marian was trying to play it cool, and guard her enthusiasm. It shone through like a beacon in her words, however.
"Aye, I've brought your bow, my lady. It's but a step up from a child's, but it ought to serve you just fine." Bringing a hand from behind his back, the burly captain of the guard brought forth a well-crafted bow, albeit about half the size of the one she'd attempted to use yesterday. She took it in her hands, running her fingers along the polished wooden surface. It was beautiful!
"Oh, it's lovely." She smiled, her tail betraying her excitement by wagging beneath her dress, jostling the hem of her well-stitched garment. "Will you teach me how to use it?" There was a bit of condescension in his voice when he spoke of her bow being nearly child-sized, but she supposed it wasn't too far off from the truth. The fox was nowhere near Lady Kluck's level of strength, that was for sure.
"Sure, if you think you're up for it. Let's head on over to the target, shall we?" The captain smiled, motioning for her to lead the way. Marian shivered a bit, still getting used to his odd mannerisms, but appreciating his tutoring nonetheless. She padded over to the target, placing herself about 10 yards from the painted bundle of straw she would attempt to hit.
"Here." The crocodile grunted, handing her an arrow. It was a crude thing, a roughly-whittled stick with feather fletching and a stone head. His large, scaled hands brusquely gripped her shoulders, forcing her into a stance that put her square with the target. "You're going to want to turn your hips slightly. You're practically facing away from the target like that."
"Guhh." Marian vocalized, her fur standing on end as he so roughly handled her. Who did this ruffian think he was to touch her in such a way? Still...he was probably used to training soldiers, not delicate maidens such as herself. She tried to remind herself of the favor this reptile was doing for her as she nocked that arrow, drawing it back.
"Wrong." The captain groaned, startling the fox who was just about to loose her arrow. It sailed a good meter over the target, harmlessly biting several inches into the ground. "Go get it. Try again."
"Rrrr...I wouldn't have missed, had you not surprised me!" Marian fired back, stamping the ground. What nerve! Still, she sheepishly did as she was told, making the walk of shame beyond the target and retrieving her ammunition. With bow and arrow in hand, she grumpily assumed the same position he'd instructed her into, attempting another draw.
"Hold it like that for a moment." The crocodile grunted out, taking a step back to inspect her stance. His coral-colored eyes ran down to her toes, then all the way up to that comely bust of hers. He stood in her peripheral vision, but she could have sworn she saw him licking his lips for a moment. "Like I said, your hips need to pivot more toward the target. Here."
Those broad, powerful hands of his reached out, grasping her hips through her modest dress. Marian squeaked out in surprise, wriggling slightly in his grasp. She thought to protest for a moment, but reminded herself that this was probably perfectly normal behavior when teaching a new recruit. "Turn them like this." He insisted, squeezing her waist gently and guiding her to the left.
"Ah, alright..." The vixen replied, quiet as a mouse. Her arms were quivering a bit from holding the draw for so long, but it was probably good for her to build up some core strength like this. It wasn't often she exerted herself in such a fashion, and could only benefit her in the long run. "Am I holding it correctly?"
"Try to bring it completely vertical. You're holding it at an angle." The reptile countered, grinning as he watched her struggle with the draw weight of such a small bow. She was a sheltered, delicate thing after all, wasn't she? Feeling a bit emboldened, the captain moved forward a half-pace, his hips pressing in against Marian's backside.
The fox, however, was far too distracted with trying to perfect her aim to notice his rather overt advance on her. Her tongue poked out of the side of her maw as she concentrated, straightening the bow before letting the string twang forward...
It was a hit! The stone head of the arrow made a low thump as it sunk into the target, and even if it was nowhere near the bulls-eye, she still felt a swelling of pride in her chest. It had been her first real attempt, and she hadn't mucked it up horribly! How exciting this was all turning out to be.
"Ah, very good." The captain chuckled out, his hands giving her waist one final squeeze as he rubbed himself in against her. Lord, if her rear end wasn't the softest, most gorgeous thing he'd ever come into contact with...he wanted to swat it, to grip it with both hands and pull it toward him--but there was no way she'd allow such a thing. Not yet, at least. "Not bad for your first shot, eh? Still could use some work, though."
"I'm a bit surprised myself!" She giggled, covering her muzzle with a hand in a rather ladylike manner. "I daresay I'm a natural at this." The vixen bounded off to retrieve her arrow, before returning to her position beside him and readying another attempt. It was a few more hours before the two of them were through, though her teacher decided to play it safe and lay off the touching for the rest of their session. He had her hooked, there was no need to be hasty and scare her off.
Marian practiced until the moon hung overhead, bathing them in pale light. It had gotten late so quickly, she hadn't even realized with the fun she'd been having. "Oh, heavens. I ought to head back to my bedchambers, or I'll be sleeping in again..." The vixen remarked, albeit rather reluctantly. "Ah, do you think we could do this again tomorrow night?"
"Mm, I'll consider it. I do think I'll be requiring some sort of payment for my services, however. Prince John doesn't include 'teaching you how to shoot' in my salary. That bow also came from the royal armory, which will be coming out of my pocket." As Marian began to speak, he raised his hand to silence her. "Worry not, my lady. We'll discuss that sort of trite business nonsense tomorrow night. Do get some rest."
With that, the crocodile began to walk off toward the castle, his red cloak swaying behind him in the cool breeze. It was a bit chilly, and with nothing else to do, Marian decided to follow suit. Upon arrival in her bedchambers, she slipped out of her clothes, and into a deep, peaceful sleep. Fanciful dreams of adventure and romance filled her mind, staying with her until the morning came.
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Driven by LuckyFox
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Aiden thinks he's out for another coastline cruise but finds nothing can be further from the truth when he meets a fictional creature set on utilizing the opportunity to get what he wants. Read now as Aiden comes to terms with his new life as a massive hybrid's plaything with every sticky detail! -
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[
"Abduction",
"Abuse",
"Adult",
"Adult Content",
"Alternate Reality",
"Anal",
"Anger",
"Aroused",
"Ass",
"Balls",
"Bareback",
"Beach",
"Belly",
"Bicurious",
"Bisexual",
"Biting",
"Bizarre",
"Black",
"Blowjob",
"Boi",
"Boy",
"Breeding",
"Bukkake",
"Bull",
"Butt",
"Captivity",
"Car Crash",
"Claws",
"Cock",
"Cock Worship",
"Creampie",
"Cum",
"Cum Digestion",
"Cum Inflation",
"Cumming",
"Cumshot",
"Deep Penetration",
"Deep Throat",
"Deep Thrust",
"Desperation",
"Dick",
"Double Tied",
"Double knot",
"Double knotted",
"Dread",
"Ears",
"Femboi",
"Femboy",
"Fennec",
"Forced",
"Forced Sex",
"Forest",
"Gag",
"Gagging",
"Gay",
"Hard-On",
"Harsh",
"Heat",
"Homosexual",
"Hooves",
"Humiliation",
"Humping",
"Hybrid",
"Impregnation",
"Inflation",
"Interbreeding",
"Internal",
"Interspecies",
"Kidnapping",
"Knot",
"Knot Fucked",
"Legs",
"Light D/S",
"Lust",
"M/M",
"Macro",
"Male",
"Male Pregnancy",
"Master/Pet",
"Master/Slave",
"Mating",
"Messy",
"Mild Abuse",
"Mild Bondage",
"Mild NC",
"Mild Violence",
"Minotaur",
"Multiple Species",
"Muscle",
"Muscles",
"N/C",
"NC",
"Naked",
"Naughty",
"Non-Consensual",
"Nude",
"Nudity",
"Orgasm",
"Ownership",
"Pain",
"Paw",
"Penetration",
"Penis",
"Pre",
"Predator/Prey",
"Pregnant",
"Prey",
"Pseudo-Rape/NC",
"Punishment",
"Rape",
"Real Life",
"Restrain",
"Rough",
"Rough Sex",
"Seed",
"Semi Consensual",
"Semi NC",
"Sex",
"Sheath",
"Shirtless",
"Size Difference",
"Standing Being Carried Sex Position",
"Standing Bent Over Sex Position",
"Standing Leg Lifted Up Sex Position",
"Standing Up",
"Stretching",
"Sub",
"Suggestions",
"Tail",
"Tailhole",
"Teeth",
"Tie",
"Tied",
"Torture",
"White",
"Wolf",
"Yiff",
"Yiffy"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143547-driven
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So... SoFurry user [kaatharsis](https://kaatharsis.sofurry.com/) contacted me with a couple of questions regarding why I write and what I like to write about, and if I take commissions. We exchanged a few messages and he had something he kinda' was wanting to have written, and a lot of what it included suited my own likes anyways so it seemed logical for me to take the story idea on for the pleasure of writing it.
Below is a first-person style story containing loads of ***CUM INFLATION*** and ***PAIN*** among many other things, which is the results of our collaboration, if a collaboration is what you'd call such a thing. I'll just assume so. x3 I do thank you [kaatharsis](https://kaatharsis.sofurry.com/) so much, for piping up and contacting me like you did with all of your excellent ideas you were kind enough to share with me. I do ***VERY*** -much hope this story is *anything* like what you had in mind. ^^
***IF YOU DON'T WANT BACKSTORY*** just search for "We returned to his camp" and off you go. :3 Enjoy!
PS: *Please* don't be *too* ruthless with your critiques please, I do try my best and just like to share the things I think about with you guys! ^\_^
Oh... And \_ **HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!** \_
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It was a beautiful afternoon as my roadster rumbled along the coast line, I was headed down south from 'Frisco to meet with friends. We'd planned on making a weekend of cruising out to Catalina Island and the view was as memorable as always. I could see out onto the ocean for miles, looking at the various boats and the many birds that always circled them hoping for a meal. I drank idly at my iced coffee, glancing down idly at my phone before I withdrew a cigarette. It was a careless habit that my girlfriend had often given me flack for, but it was one I felt entitled to considering the amount of work I do. I was successful in life, driven, I was allowed my little vices.
The embers would glow and I could feel the dark smoke being drawn down into my lungs and I sighed as I exhaled with satisfaction, the stereo in the car playing Hotel California, and it sounded as care free as I'd felt in the moment. White fluffy clouds painted in thick blotches across the horizon, and it was just coming up on lunch so traffic was notably nice. I reached down for the stick shift and changed one gear higher, making the noise of the engine die down while I cruised along the two lane road and my eyes lingered a moment on the water while I smiled.
This was the life. I had what everyone wanted.
I was a ways from Monterey when it happened, and I'd checked my phone just moments ago to see I was an hour into my drive. I almost didn't even see what had happened, it all happened so quickly. PCH was known for being a potentially dangerous drive to those less experienced, but I by no means was in a lack of experience of any kind... But nothing could prepare me for what transpired.
It was a common problem along PCH being motorcyclists driving like they have a death wish.
When I'd seen the motorcyclist right in front of me, it only took a split second for me to realize what was happening. I'm sure he'd gotten impatient with the family van in front of him, and decided to whip around without taking into consideration the upcoming curve, and now that choice was my problem. It was my choice weather or not this motorcyclist lives or dies today. Shall I stay where I am and collide with him head on, or...
This complete stranger's life hangs in my hands.
I swerved to miss him, and my compact little roadster handled with great agility jerking hard to the right. But the guardrail meant to ensure my car had no chance of going over what was then a rather steep cliff, gave way to the weight of the impact. As the first few supports of the metal guardrail gave away, the guard rail folded back and acted like a ramp for the front of my car and in a split second I was weightless with nothing but that big beautiful blue sky in front of me. Time seemed to slow down while my seatbelt kept hold of me, the hair on my head lifting off of my scalp from the weightlessness of the jump and I just thought to myself, this could really be the end of me. I spent what felt like several minutes thinking about the ones I loved. The last thing I said to my girlfriend and the hope that she wouldn't think I did this on purpose... The shame this would probably bring on my family if they got the wrong impression. It was a broad mix of emotions as I contemplated my mortality on this earth. The view of the sky gave way to the water, then to the ground below while the engine weighted down the car and caused it to nose dive once gravity had taken hold. Glass was cascading everywhere as the car collided again with ground and the car started rolling violently. The airbag had deployed but it did nothing to keep my head from whipping from side to side as it rolled, crashing down again and again making it feel like an endless barrage of collisions.
By the time the car stopped, I could taste copper in my mouth and I knew I was in a bad state. I coughed, and red poured from my lips as I hung upside down in my seatbelt. All I could hear was the ringing in my ears from the crunching metal and the sounds of my own weeping from the pain I was in. I wasn't thinking clearly when I reached for my phone... Of course it wasn't sitting there as I sat upside down, but my thoughts were so mixed up. It was hard to breath, requiring more and more work and occasionally I'd cough up more blood, wiping it from my face so it didn't get in my eyes but requiring I see just how much there is of it. I unbuckle myself from the car and I collide with the ground below me and the tears are falling and I can't stop them. I just can't control myself. I can't move. It hurts too much to move and the thought of it even sends pain shooting up my spine and welling up behind my eyes contributing to the tears as they came streaming down. Blackness started to itch at my vision, clawing its way into view from the edges of my eyes and I squirmed idly trying to get out of the car but I just couldn't will myself to move my body. My head came down against the ground, what felt like rock, as the blackness crept in faster now until finally, there was nothing.
I startled myself awake with fear, almost screaming as my eyes open and my arms reach out to grasp at anything they can find before my eyes take in my surroundings. The night stars above me and a fire crackling next to me keeping me warm, and I felt so cold. I felt so very, very cold. I grip the heavy blanket on me, made of some feral pelt it feels like and the heavy warmth it gives is reassuring to me. I laid there a while, letting my brain take inventory of what I knew and what I didn't. What happened, what hadn't, where I was exactly. There wasn't much around, some leather satchels and other various tidbits. Some primitive metal cooking pots I'd guess one might see while camping. Had I been found by a camping family or something? Surely they'd not be so cruel as to leave me here to die alone, being eaten by the coyotes coming down hungry from the hills. The sound of the river nearby, at least, was soothing along with the fire as it crackled and it dawned on me that they couldn't have gone far if the fire was still going for me. "Hello?" I called out into the inky darkness of the night, glancing up and taking note of how alive the night sky looked. "Hello!?" I called louder, eyes squinting into the dark densely wooded area and I realize this couldn't have been a camping family, nor is this near where I'd crashed.
The sound of the river tapered off to silence and I look in its direction curiously, concerned now about what is happening and where I was. I hurt, but not like I had before I lost consciousness. This is more dull now, a very mild ache of soreness from what happened. And then I see it. Then I see the person, or thing that had saved me. Or perhaps held me captive... I suppose that'd be for the courts to decide while I'm in the moment, and I'm just trying to figure out what on earth my eyes are fixed on while he walks near me with enough weight to his body that it causes a mild thud I can feel from the earth below me. A monstrous creature walks into the light of the fire and I feel the fur along my spine stand with fear. It's some kind of mixed species creation, like I'd expect to find in a movie. It is part bull, part wolf, and all very much entirely male. He was massive, heavy thick pelt clinging tightly to his packed muscle which flexes and works to support him, and one couldn't pretend to ignore the impressive maleness hanging between his legs. A massive equine-like cock hangs heavily between his legs, still glistening from the piss he'd just finish taking and the faint stench of it hangs on the air in the moment, and below that obscene maleness is equally absurdly sized balls. Even on that massive frame they looked too big, and he grunts at me beckoning my eyes to look up at him. My eyes are wide and look fearful, curious, and confused. Where was I exactly? Why wasn't I taken to a hospital? What is going on? I had to be dreaming...
He sits nearby me, his scent even heavier on the air and the scent of his urine is overpowered by it. He takes something out of the fire, something he'd been cooking on a stick from the look of it and he shoves it in my direction bluntly. It looks like some kind of fish now that I'm seeing it close to my muzzle, and the idea of this burnt fish disgusts me even with my achingly empty stomach. I might come to regret that decision, but he doesn't care. He shoves it further in my direction, and I pass once more gently pushing it away from me. I look at him as he takes it back and growls in agitation at me, seeing more of him. A massive broad black wolf muzzle and horns jutting up from his head that made him look even more large and foreboding than he already looked. He eats ravenously, grunting into his foot as he ate until there's nothing left. I can't help but wonder where everyone is exactly. How far was I from where I'd crashed, and what was I even doing here. I started to get up to leave, my shirt was missing but I retained my undergarments at least. Bandages crudely wrapped around my abdomen and one of my legs, and I instinctively look at my watch. It indicates almost two weeks later. Almost two weeks.
Fear wells up in my gut, and the realization hits me that this person is holding me captive. He's well beyond four times my size and I know he can cause me serious harm, though he hadn't already which I naturally find curious. He moves a paw over, large lycan-like claws forcing me back down and I fight against him earning a vicious snarl from him. He wasn't amused by my not listening and I shout back at him "I have to go!?!" with anger in my voice while moving to stand, once more forced down to lay where I had been and anger wells up in me but I know I'm not going to win this fight. I lie down and decide I'll make my escape when he falls asleep. I close my eyes and in a matter of minutes I feel myself drift off to my dreams... Could this be a dream within a dream? Perhaps... I wake up late into the night to see him pacing. The Minotaur's cock jutted out obscenely from him, massive and thick with bulging veins running along its length that throbbed angrily. He was growling, angry, pent up maybe as pre dripped from the rare hybrid driven to breed during his rut. I could see a knot, partially flared and as desperate as the flare on his tip begging for attention. His cock was something out of fiction, bowing under it's own weight as he walked and strings of pre sloppily dripping from him. He looked at me, straight at me as if in deliberation over what to do to me and I pretend to be asleep to the best of my ability but the fear makes it hard to keep my breath steady and I panic.
In fear I shoot up and I run. I run as hard and fast as my legs can carry me and I just run on and on. The forest we're in is dense. Remarkably so. Thick trees make it impossible to see far in any direction, so I just keep running in one direction. My body aches so badly I can hear myself whimpering, and the alkaline builds up in my muscles from the extended exertion making it harder and harder to move until eventually I come crashing down on the mossy ground with nothing left to give. I pant there, gasping for air and without any kind of warning I feel his grip come around my midsection. It only takes him a slight effort of one arm to lift me, and he nearly rests me on his cock like a chair as he walks, easing a little of the work it took to carry me. It felt so stiff and hot between my thighs, keeping them spread wide around his girth and he's so close to me now I can't smell anything but his overpowering scent making it impossible think clearly.
He's angry now, I can tell. His grip is unforgivingly tight on me to make sure I can't get away and every breath he takes is laced with a gravely growl at me. Again and again his breath would exhale, and I finally realized he wasn't even panting when he caught me. He wasn't even trying, really. But at his height, my body completely off of the ground and unable to even reach the tops of his feet with my own, each stride counted as so very-many of my own.
We returned to his camp, his home or whatever it was and he drops me down to my feet and shoves me back against a large rock wall he'd set the camp up against. He's angry now and set on teaching me a lesson while he wraps one of those massive paws around the back of my head and draws my muzzle to his cock by force. The thick flare smearing pre against my face, his other hand coming down to pry my muzzle open and in just a moment he flexes and his cock is breaches my throat with force. He's taking up so much space that even when I try to bite it does nothing, and he's now limiting my breath to his whim. Tears come down my cheeks from the pain of the sudden harsh stretching he's giving me while my throat incessantly spasms down gagging on him with his shaft clearly visible down my throat. He draws back for a moment and as soon as he's free of my throat I'm coughing and gagging, spittle leaking sloppily from my lips as I'm gasping and then he plunges deep again. As deep as he can fit himself. It's early for him, his knots barely even visible but the sheer size of him in this early state after I'd made him run and lose part of his stiffness can still hurt me if he isn't careful but it's obvious he doesn't care. He's so deep in my throat I can feel his cock pulse as it works thick jets of pre straight into my stomach. I'm being filling me from the inside out by the hybrid, making me feel each bulge work up his shaft in the incessant squelching of his pre taking up more and more room in me while he withdraws and starts again but his patience quickly runs out. He can't get the depth he's wanting from my muzzle and goes looking for it elsewhere with my tears still running down my face as he lifts me. He pushes me face-first against the rock, one hand pushing my back to keep me pinned there with my legs off the ground, his other clawed hand ripping away at my remaining sense of decency.
He didn't care about my decency, or his decency, or the pain he'd surely been causing or would continue to cause for me. His eyes had grown so dilated with pent up need he'd likely been waiting ages for, and as his heavy bloated balls churned at the mere opportunity, he was damn well going to take it. He growled down into my ear as I felt him align himself with me, stroking his cock against my cleft and coating it in a healthy dose of that thick pre before he used his free paw to grip my tail harshly, lifting to expose my entrance to him fully and the sensation makes me tighten up as he thrusts against me. His cock bowing as it tries desperately to work into me with his hips flexing. His hand shifts from my back while he leans forward, moving to my shoulder to force me down and I spread my legs as some attempt to ease the damage he's about to do to me.
Then, with vicious force, I feel him breach my body and spear my insides. His body could be felt flexing against me, working to force himself deeper until he could gain the depth he was after and I feel him bottom out in me but he wouldn't be satisfied with the depth he'd received. He was only half way at best, and as he continued to throb with pleasure he had no intentions of relenting now. He keeps my tail in his grip and moves his hand up to my shoulder. Using both hands to force me down onto his flexing hips and that obscene tool and my hands are clawing at the wall in front of me. The pain is unbearable, making me see a burning white while he rearranges my insides to suit his demands. I'm scared of the damage he's doing to me, surely demanding far more than my body could ever be designed for. His shaft is felt dragging against my stomach making it bulge lewdly from his size and he forces his early knots into me.
I'm screaming in pain, mind numbing aching pain shooting up my back in electric sensations numbing my entire body and the force of what he's doing is making me throb. The sheer amount of attention my prostate feels makes my own cock leak against the wall but that's far outside of my thoughts at the time, the hybrid working himself deeper and deeper eventually realizing he can earn more depth by raking my walls with his cock to coax my silken passage open. He's so deep in me, so unbelievably deep my mind can't fathom it and he gains several more inches as he forces his knot to sink into me. Thrusting harshly and building a tempo his pre drips down my cleft and collects on the ground below us from the volume he's laced into my walls. His knot is felt flaring until he can't work it in and out of me anymore and he growls loudly into my ear while biting at my neck while he climaxes. His heat spreading inside me, so achingly deep while his flare spreads and I can feel him pushing it deeper. Breeding me. Making sure he can get exactly what he wants from me by leaving me laden with his offspring while he tugs at my flesh demanding my submission as his breeding stock but he's far from done. He's only just getting started.
He forces himself from me and starts again, as if he's not yet pleased with what he's already done. Thrusting once more as I feel him working himself even deeper still, prying my walls open by force so he can get another knot in me and that's when I realize what he's doing... He's still working me up for the real breeding to come.
Cum pours from my own arousal, I can't take what he's doing from me but he couldn't care less about my pleasure. This he's doing with purpose, this is his need to reproduce being sated in full and I can't deny him now while his cock lances my insides incessantly. Another knot starts working into me, so much more unforgiving than the last and now he's fully flared. The previous knot forcing itself in and out of me, his massive flare dragging against my bulging stomach making sure my insides keep everything besides the little bit dripping down my thighs from him while I thrash. I can't stand what he's doing to me, the pain is too much and I can feel the darkness creeping at the edges of my vision once more from the force of what he's doing. He sinks in further, the second knot forced into my depths and I'm seeing stars. He becomes more forceful as he climaxes again, this time much bigger than the last since he's finally gotten what he's really after. His balls pressed firmly between my thighs, keeping them spread around their girth and his cock spreads me further as it grows as stiff as metal inside me with his full satisfaction and then the heat spreads. His cock jerking as it pumps his balls contents into me, making them churn and bounce between my thighs from the work and each jerk of his cock I can feel sends more along that thick shaft into me. I can feel the entire process, I can feel him breeding me full of his potent seed and I cum again without any control and he just growls against my ear in pleasure feeling me tighten around him. He bites my shoulder, pulling, marking me as his toy and after his flow had slowed I feel him slowly force himself from me before starting yet again. I cry out in pain and as I do I can hear him give a gravelly quiet chuckle of amusement as darkness fades back in. He gives a sudden sharp thrust, forcing the full length of him back inside sends me plummeting into the darkness from which I'd only just been found.
I woke up to the sunrise, my eyes struggling to open and I feel my face. Matted fur somewhat dried of the pre and spittle that had dried there, and I feel my stomach as it ached painfully. My belly visibly swollen and full and I swear I can feel it slosh as I sat up... There's some weird part of me that is scared it might actually be his offspring... I sure as hell hope not. The hybrid was sitting next to me once more, cooking something again. Withdrawing it as I look at him, feeling entirely too much like how last night had started. I take what he offers, I feel so achingly full that the weight of myself presses down on my sheathed cock making it hang lewdly from its sheath but I'll do anything to get the taste of his fluids off of my tongue. I can't tell what kind of meat he's given me, it tasted kind of like chicken but I couldn't identify it and I safely assume I probably wouldn't want to.
Once he's finished eating he looks over at me and I can already see his cock jutting up from his pelvis lewdly, with those impressive balls already looking bloated and heavy. I shake my head at him in a muted no but he moves towards me anyways. "No!" I call out to him "No please...!" but I'm so weak from what has been going on, it's hard for me to fight him off and with my being so much smaller I have no chance anyways. He forces me onto my back while he pets my stomach, as if savoring what he's done to me and while he does so I feel his cock prod between my cheeks. He's towering over me and I can feel his cum dripping down my cleft as well as fresh pre while he forces himself back into me. Cum leaking from me as he thrusts his already stiff cock into my depths, and he pushes deeply. Regaining depth he'd already earned the night before, as if he's training my body for his pleasures and he keeps stroking my stomach even while his own cock bulges from it making me writhe. His hand moves over my stiffening cock curiously but he pays it no mind while he leans over me to get a better angle. His knot already forcing itself into me and the pain now is a dull ache after what he's already done. "Oh god no... Please? Please!?" I call out louder and louder as he works the second knot into me as well. He's being much quicker this time, utilizing his previous work and he's practically churning the cum he's already left in me while adding so much more pre to it and then, quickly and without much effort he climaxes once more. More and more it fills me, making me thrash as I'm made to lay there and just accept what he's doing before his hips start again. My mind is going numb, his full length working in and out of me while his balls are allowed to collide between my thighs on every thrust in and then he hilts himself once more and again I can feel his cock jerk and pump its contents into me. Time feels like it's being lost now, the sun looking like it's setting and my body so sore and weak it's hard for me to even move while his thrusting drones on. His climax ending and he withdraws starting over once more in spite of my tears.
"No!" I scream, sitting up abruptly. "Aiden!" I hear "Aiden! Aiden wake up!" I hear before my eyes slowly focus and I see the hospital room I'm sitting in. There are several people in the room with me, wearing white coats and talking among one another. A couple of nurses stand nearby and I suddenly feel embarrassed. "Where am I...!?" I call out almost angrily "Aiden... Please, calm down... You've been involved in an accident. Just relax, you're okay." I'm reassured by one of several nameless doctors standing near me. My brow is furrowed with an expression of absolute shock and fear "Where am I...? How long have I been here? What's going on?" I feel pain from all of my limbs, my body as a whole feels sore and I'm still awaiting answers.
"Aiden, please relax. You're at Salinas Valley Memorial. You've been involved in a motor vehicle accident." A doctor confirms "You've sustained quite a few injuries but you're going to be alright. We just need you to remain calm, and relax."
"Christ... Jesus Christ you just wouldn't believe the dream I had while I was out..." I confess with a soft laugh, trying to make light of everything I've endured.
"Well... That's something we need to discuss." I hear him answer, as I stroke a hand over my round stomach.
"Oh god" I answered.
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Black and White Frills all over Ch 1/4 by foxyscribe
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When Felix applied for a job as house-staff at the enormous Lasseter estate he did not expect to be interviewed by a feline maid. Even more, he did not expect that to get the job he would have to wear a magical costume and become an animal-maid himself? But for 200k a year he could he really refuse?
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"Action",
"Arc",
"Cat",
"F/F",
"Fox",
"Gender Shifting",
"Humiliation",
"MC",
"Maids",
"Mind Control",
"Skunk",
"Story",
"TG",
"Teasing",
"Transformation",
"Transgender",
"tf",
"tftg"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150251-black-and-white-frills-all-over-ch-1-4
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When Felix applied for a job as house-staff at the enormous Lasseter estate he did not expect to be interviewed by a feline maid. Even more, he did not expect that to get the job he would have to wear a magical costume and become an animal-maid himself? But for 200k a year he could he really refuse?
Still, things only get worse for our poor hero, now heroine as he discovers that his new colleagues are more than a little sexually aggressive and that the head maid, a tabby cat called Silver seems to take great pleasure in teasing him.
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Black and White Frills all over is by far the longest story I have written (It is in fact a Novella in length). The basic writing and editing are done, there is just a few hours of proof reading left to do. The full work is around 30,000 words and will be released in 4 chapters throughout the week at a rate of roughly one a day.
Tags are for the entire work (the big ones anyway), once the last chapter is released I will release the entire novella as a single PDF in a 5th submission. There is no sex in chapter 1 but there is plenty of fxf starting in chapter 2!
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I hesitated, clutching at a ragged job advertisement while I watched the cab pull away. The iron gates which stood before me were the fanciest I had ever seen, not even in public parks had I encountered such complex metal work and yet these simply guarded a long, paved driveway. Driveway it has to be said, was a very poor term for the road that ran up towards the magnificent estate. It was wide enough for two cars and bordered by a decorative, floral edging which would not look out of place in a gardening show.
I almost turned away, this place was beyond intimidating; what chance would I have here? I had no experience, no real skills. I wasn't smart, attractive or charming. This place oozed class and they could surely hire someone far better than I. The advertisement had said 'no experience necessary' but that didn't actually stop people with experience applying. My indecision was interrupted by a sudden buzzing from the gates intercom "The Lasseter estate, please state your business nya" called a pleasant feminine voice.
I blinked in surprise at the odd, almost feline vocal tick at the end "I, uhm, was here about the house-staff position but I think I may have misjudged the advert, I think I am going to-"
The cheery voice cut me off "Buzzing you in, Nya!"
The intercom powered down, that tell-tale static sound that every intercom makes while active vanished; it seemed even a grand mansion like this could not eliminate that particular quirk! With a loud shuddering noise, the gates began to open. 'What am I doing?' I thought as I slipped through the still opening gate. I looked down at the advert again "House staff required at the Lasseter Estate. No experience necessary, 3 weeks on, 1 week off. Excellent compensation, open mind required"
I had spent some time puzzling over what "Open mind required" actually meant. I had never seen anything quite like that on a job description before but as someone looking for a new start, I couldn't really ignore "No Experience necessary". It took me almost 10 minutes to make my way to the end of the driveway, honestly, it was almost like walking through an arboretum or botanical garden. I did not come from a background of wealth and found the whole thing felt kind of surreal. The house was constructed from a dull grey brick and stood two stories high. The building seemed long with at least two distinct wings, though I could only guess at its shape from here. The front of the house was decorated with large flagstones, laid out in a checkerboard pattern; a mixture of slate and salmon. Large, meticulously maintained topiary trees trimmed into a variety of geometric shapes, were expertly placed throughout the landscape.
As I approached the door I noted a garage, separate from the building off to my right. The structure was large and glass fronted, looking more like a fancy showroom than the tool filled, brick sheds I was used to. From here I could see a variety of fancy and expensive cars, none of which looked like they had ever been driven. I felt a sharp sting of jealousy, if I saved up my entire life I could never afford even a single one of those cars. What was I doing here, they were never going to hire me. It was becoming clearer and clearer that this was a fool's errand.
I hesitated, standing before the enormous, black oak door, it swung open silently, catching me out a little; A door like that really should creak, I could only imagine what kind of crazy mechanism must be counterbalancing its weight. Still, I only got a few moments to consider this before my world was turned on its head.
Standing in the open door way was a maid. This maid, however, was covered in a plush layer of silver-grey fur with an almost tiger-like pattern of darker grey stripes. Her short feline muzzle sported a delicate flat pink nose and a wide mischievous smile. "You must be Felix, Nya?" she had her hands held clasped behind her back and danced from foot to foot, her lightly bouncing chest stuck out in an almost inappropriately seductive manor. I couldn't help but be mesmerised by this impossible creature. The grey furred feline maid was curvy, wide at the hip and with large, firm breasts which were cradled tightly in a maid's uniform, one, that was just a little too skimpy to be practical but not so much to quite reach the level of a costume. She was wearing a short black dress and a white apron, secured by a wide band of fabric tied in a ridiculous, oversized bow that hung from the small of her back.
Her grey ears twitched as they flanked a frilled, maid's head dress sitting above a short, if fuzzy, feminine shock of hair. She turned her heeled pumps, making that clicking noise that only a woman's heels do. "My name is Silver, Nya. I am the head maid at this estate" she glanced back with a smile, her whiskers twitching as if she was in on a joke that I was not "Please follow me, Nya"
I opened my mouth with so many questions that no specific one was able to make it out. She was already walking away from me, her long, grey-furred tail, swinging from a set of plump hips that seemed to be swaying significantly more than they realistically needed to. I gulped slightly and followed pushing the door closed behind me, it was clear she was employed for more than just her cleaning abilities and I certainly found myself having to walk a little carefully to hide the fact that my fellow down stairs could not ignore those swinging hips.
I stopped for a second, wait, there clearly was a much more important question than, was she hired to be sexy in addition to being a maid. I caught up with her in a few steps "That's not a costume" was all I said. I was ashamed that I could not word my question better but a mixture of confusion and libido was dulling my senses, I mean it did not even qualify as a question. I caught her glancing back with a small smile and her eyes dropped for the briefest moment towards my crotch. Great, and now she could see I had an erection. As if this wasn't the weirdest job interview id ever had already.
She actually giggled! I was not sure whether to hide my face in shame or anger "No, All the maids here are morphs, Nya" she said with an indulgent smile "Come, we are almost there"
That didn't answer my question. I followed her trying to switch my focus from her ass to the lushly decorated hallway. The walls seemed to be a rich, varnished wood with dark oak doors breaking up the monotony. There were periodic plinths decorated with fresh flowers standing between each door, all of which sat upon a plush, complexly patterned carpet. The walls were lined with paintings too, a mixture of expensive looking landscapes and portraits, though I started to notice that many of the portraits features animal women much like Silver, they were generally just as busty too and in many cases wearing a great deal less.
Great so much for getting my mind off sexy animal girls, what the hell was this place? Who owned it? And how was it possible that there was a walking, talking cat maid leading me through this maze of wooden corridors? She stopped suddenly and turned pushing open a door, sticking her butt out a little bit (okay a lot of bit) more than necessary "This meeting room should be fine, Nya"
She led me into the small meeting room gesturing for me to take a chair. I did so awkwardly, pointlessly sitting my hands atop my erection as if that would make her forget it. She smiled slightly taking a seat behind the desk, crossing her legs in an intensely feminine manor. She looked over at me with a playful, even lewd smile "So" she asked "What makes you think you are capable of joining our maid team? Nya"
My eyes bulged and I looked down at the flyer "Maid? The flyer said House-staff, why...why are you interviewing me if you want a maid?"
The cat giggled "Several of our maids are men Nya, we are an, uhm, equal opportunities employer"
I just stared at her dumbfounded, my brain didn't seem to be able to decide which of us was the idiot. After a few moments a thought occurred and I relaxed a little "Aaaah, you mean butlers, male maids are butlers...sort of"
She was already shaking her head before I had finished talking "No, Nya. The Master is quite insistent. All his servants need to be attractive, animal-girls" she gave me a pleasant smile, the kind of smile you might give a particularly slow child you were trying to work through an idea with.
I paused for a moment and opened my mouth to speak, said nothing and closed it. A few seconds later I did it again and then a few seconds later I started laughing. Silver seemed to be giggling along with me "Ah" I said "Then I think I am disqualified on all 3 requirements!"
I continued laughing and so did she. "Idiot! Nya, that's why you need to wear a costume!"
My laughter came to an abrupt end and I found myself flinging a pointing finger at her. My loud response was almost angry "That is not a costume!"
Her own giggling subsided but she still had a wide grin on her face like a, well like a cat studying a mouse. "Oh it is so, Nya. It's just a magic costume."
My eyes widened, 'magic' had recently been discovered. Well, more accurately someone had developed a method for channelling energy from a parallel universe that when manipulated correctly, acted very much like the flows of magic as described in many a fantasy novel. However, from what I had heard the crystals needed to synchronise the energy flows were so expensive, it was not really practical, I was not aware it had even left the lab. I didn't pretend to understand it but it was the only thing that made sense, the only explanation that was not completely crazy. This cat-girl should be impossible and yet here she was. It had to be true.
My eyes widened further "Wait, wait. Are you seriously suggesting using magic to turn me into some kind of animal-girl? Why would I do that? Why would \_you\_do that? Why would you not get an actual girl, or you know, just leave your servants human!"
She stared at me and smiled "Yes, Nya. That's exactly what I am suggesting. As the flyer said you would live here for 3 weeks, wearing the costume, Nya and then return home for one week, leaving the costume here" she tilted her head slightly, her ears twitching cutely "Why you would do that Nya? Well, initially, most of our staff are attracted by the money Nya. They have all come to rather enjoy it but." Her smile widened slightly "The Master would pay you 15,000 for each 3 week period. That roughly 200k a year! Nya" she shifted slightly in her chair enjoying my incredulous face "And why you Nya? You applied!"
My mouth felt dry, never had I gone so fast from 'nope, I'm outta here!' To 'holy shit, 200k?' so fast. Well let's be fair, that was a lie; this was the first time I'd been asked to make a decision like this. Was I seriously considering her offer? I started to study her form in a way I had not before. She seemed comfortable in her feline skin, I realised for a second I had no idea what her gender was, if it really was a costume, she could be a guy as well but then if she was magically changed, did it matter what she was 'under' the fur?, she certainly seemed to ooze femininity. I shifted my legs slightly and wondered what her possibly being male said to my erection, probably nothing. It certainly didn't seem the ease the blood flow engorging my member.
200k bought a lot of stuff. It also possibly set me up for life. I could do this for 6 months and have enough cash to launch my own business, I could do this for 3 years and just retire. All that was required was to give up my gender and my species.
"Does it hurt?" I asked. It wasn't really a genuine question, I was almost certain it didn't but I needed to buy time to think. This was easily the biggest and weirdest opportunity ever presented to me.
She shook her head slightly, her ears bouncing in a way that just made we want to reach out and scratch them "No" she said "It's actually quite pleasurable Nya, and temporary, though, it must be left on for a minimum of a week Nya, before it can be safely removed"
So I could bail before the first set of 3 weeks was completed but if I became an animal chick like her, I would have to remain like that for a minimum of a week. "And the duties? What does that involve?"
She tilted her head slightly "Well, Nya. Regular house work, serving food, shopping, cooking" I shivered slightly. I hoped shopping didn't mean I was expected to go out in public. "Anything the master wants, Nya" she gives a small laugh "Which is sometimes his maids! The Master is a bit of a pervert Nya, you would need to put up with his and his guests attentions sometimes."
My eyes widened slightly, what the hell "Part of the duties are to sleep with him? Wait *and* his guests?" she raised her hands shaking her head "Ah, No, nya, no no. He doesn't go that far" She tilted her head slightly with a smile "Some have slept with him Nya, but it was their choice"
This tempered my enthusiasm a little, I'd potentially have to put up with some pervert groping me, what the hell. I shivered slightly. 6 months though and my entire life would change forever, for someone like me, surely almost anything was worth enduring for 6 months. I mean before this, I was pretty confident I was destined to a life of unskilled, minimum wage drudgery.
"Would I be able to trial it? Try on the costume and see how I felt?" She gave me a smile that had a hint of predatory knowing, I think she believed I was going to accept "No, Nya. Once worn, the costume cannot be removed for a week" She tilted her head slightly "These costumes are very, very expensive to make, Nya. Even for Master, he only gets a new one every few months. He would not be willing to lose use of the costume Nya." She smoothed her dress slightly and tweaked at one of the ribbons that held her apron in place. "One week is the minimum Nya, and if you don't survive the initial 3. There will be no payment"
I frowned for a second, I was pretty sure that was not legal, I was also pretty sure when you had this much money, it didn't matter what was and was not legal.
I took a few moments, took a few deep breaths and gave Silver a confident look, filled with false bravado "All right, I'm willing to trial it for a month." This is where the interview would properly begin I guessed, part of me actually started to get a little worried, a lot of people would be willing to do, a lot of stuff, for 200k a year. Now I actually wanted it, I started to regret some of my previous behaviour. I had to try and claw back that good impression "where do you want me to start, a general overview of my background? Start with education?"
Her smile widened a little "Oh, you can tell me about that stuff while we are working, Nya" she stood up as I blinked. Jeez, I'd forgotten just how short that skirt was. Didn't I say it wasn't quite a French maid costume? I was less sure now. It seemed a lot shorter than it had earlier. I was suddenly worried I might have to wear the same outfit myself.
I felt confused "Wait, there is no interview? I don't understand"
She shook her head with a grin "No, Nya. That was the interview. " she gave a small giggle "Trust me, you demonstrated the properties master likes, nya" She passed me a pen which I took gingerly before spending a minute digging for a pile of paper from a filing cabinet. She passed it over to me with unnecessary flourish "Your contract, Nya"
My eyes bulged as I looked at this thing. It was worse than an apple user agreement! I flicked through but it was ridiculously extensive. A lot of it seemed to about various rights I was signing away, I would not sue or litigate over this and that. I had never seen anything quite like this and some part of me felt like I was selling myself into something.
There was no way I could read the whole thing so I tried to scan it efficiently but after 10 minutes I'd barely managed to get through half, and even that, I had only vaguely read. I paused for a second, what could I possibly be agreeing to that was worse than what Silver had already explained? So I gave up and signed. She looked at me for a second and then pointed at the page "And there" she said. I frowned a little, oh yeah, I signed there too. "And there" she repeated, lifting up 4 or 5 pages revealing another box. This process was repeated several more times.
I gulped nervously "What now?" I asked as she took the sheets from me and filed them away safely.
"We go get your costume! Nya. The first maids had a choice but not you Nya. We only have the new one available, all the others are already claimed"
"R...Right now?" I asked nervously and she nodded "Well, Okay. I guess, no reason to delay" I stood up and fidgeted nervously as she passed by, opening the door. I wondered what kind of cat my costume was going to be, were they all house cats? Or were some big cats? She led me out the room and further down the corridor, humming a pleasant tune, as I got more and more nervous.
Eventually she paused, standing in front of an unmarked door "In here, Nya" I hesitated and looked back down the corridor. Was I really going to do this? Surely this was crazy? Surely, I should take this opportunity to run. 200k though, that was quite the motivator.
I entered the room and blinked slightly. I wasn't quite sure what I expected but this was certainly not it. The room was plushly appointed with a thick, intensely vibrant fuchsia carpet, dark grey walls and long, dark pink curtains hanging over a pair of large windows. Two delicate, brass chandeliers, hung from the high ceiling with exquisite corning around the edges. I had expected various magical equipment, I mean, I didn't know what such a thing would look like but I could imagine. Instead the room was dominated by a long dressing table with a trio of large mirrors, almost like 3 dressers pressed together. This was the work of a master, finer perhaps, than any piece of furniture I had ever seen. A pair of wardrobes on the other wall and a long folding screen had been crafted with the same level of care. The screen was lacquered with a forest scene in which a variety of animals chased each other across a sparsely wooded meadow.
She approached the dresser before crouching down next to it. She pulled out a heavy drawer supported by casters as her swaying tail seemed to draw my eye. She reached in and pulled out what at first, seemed like a large black and white pile of fur "Master has always wanted one of these Nya, he will be so pleased we found someone to fill the role" something about that made me shiver slightly. She stood up and turned gracefully to face me, holding out the monochromatic costume. As she waited for me to accept it, her face was split by a grin that was verging on creepy.
My eyes opened wide as soon as my hands brushed the fur. It was warm and silky smooth. Honestly, it felt just incredible to the touch. I accepted the fluff pile, holding and squeezing it in my hands. It was possibly the most luxurious thing I had ever felt. A black and white cat then, a classic I supposed. I hoped I wasn't going to end up *too* curvy. All of a sudden I frowned slightly, something felt off, I was missing something obvious. I held up the mass of fur by what seemed to be the shoulders and shook it slightly. It unfolded from a pile of fluff into a more obvious costume, I could see the arms, the legs, and the enormous, plump, striped tail that fell with a thud onto the ground. I spluttered a few times with shock "This, this...*this* is a skunk! I thought I was going to be a cat!"
The kitty giggled "Ah, Nya. Now where did you get that idea?" she tilted her head with a smile "Some of the maids are cats, some are foxes, Nya" her smile widened "And *you*, are going to be a skunk"
I don't know why this revelation stunned me so much, was this really so different from being a cat? I couldn't think of any good reasons why it would be and yet, I think somehow, it seemed much worse "A skunk, in a maids outfit. I mean...cmon...really?"
Silver was enjoying this hugely "Oh, you will be beyond adorable, Master is going to *love* you." She almost seemed to start to dance from foot to foot causing that hypnotic chest to bounce again "Get it on, get it on! I want to see"
I gave her a small frown and then looked back to the costume. There did seem to be a zip hidden in the fluff, the pull-tag nestled in the ruff of fur at the neck. I could see the head flopping behind, attached at the back with what seemed to be a voluminous white-haired wig directly attached to its scalp. I grumbled slightly and pulled down the zip. The inside seemed like a flawlessly smooth, violet-pink satin. I reached out gently to feel the material and shivered; it felt almost as amazing as the plush fur.
I had been focused on the costume and so hadn't noticed Silver getting a little closer. She was holding her hand out smiling, she seemed to smile a lot "Here, Give it to me. Nya, you need to strip down"
My eyes widened slightly and I looked side to side as if there might be sudden spying voyeurs "Here?...in front of you?"
She giggled, giving a sharp nod glancing down at my crotch. I could not deny that this whole situation was erotic in a whole bunch of weird ways and my cock had refused to fully soften "You want to show it to me anyway, don't you Nya?" she tilted her head slightly "Beside Nya, you might as well say goodbye. You won't see it again for a few weeks"
I shivered, I had been trying not to think about that. I looked at Silver, she was clearly enjoying my discomfort. I couldn't help but be slightly annoyed by that. It was her fault! If all her movements weren't so exaggerated maybe I could calm down. Fine, if that's what she wanted, she could have it. I handed her the fur and started striping my clothes off. First my jacket and shirt to reveal what I would like to say were my muscular abs and rock hard stomach but were really a set of small man boobs and a bit of a gut. She gave a smile at my expense "Aww, your boobs might actually get smaller, Nya" I coloured bright red, they weren't that big. Silver was a mean kitty.
I took off my shoes, socks and my trousers. Leaving my package rather clearly pressing against my boxers. Silver glanced at it with a grin "That too, you have to take it all off Nya" Fine! So be it! I tried to pull of my underwear smoothly but...honestly, you shouldn't take your underpants off so fast. I almost tripped. It was not at all graceful.
Graceful or not, I now stood completely naked, the tabby cat examining my form with a slightly mocking expression. She giggled and held out the skunk-fur for me to take "Here, Nya" she said with a smile "You know, you could have gone behind the screen?"
I grabbed the fur from her and held it in front of me, hiding my shame "Are you going to be like this all the time?" I asked with a flat expression that clashed with my warming cheeks. She gave a short, sharp laugh and leaned against the dresser "Oh no, Nya. I am going to enjoy teasing you as a cute little skunk far more"
I sighed, just what had I signed up to. I turned the fur so that I was facing the entrance once more. The zip was already in the down position allowing me to see the silky pink openings where I was supposed to place my legs. I gingerly crouched and began to slide my left leg into the costume. I must admit, it felt incredible; the material caressed my leg as I rolled up the fur like a silk stocking. It was fairly elastic, almost like nylon or latex and felt like it was embracing my leg tightly. Once my foot was all the way down, I repeated the process with the other and soon both my legs were inserted into the costume almost up to my thighs.
I stared down in shock. Those were not my legs. The fur hugged them like a second skin and shaped them in ways that should not be possible. It wasn't just that carefully placed padding made them thicker, flowing in smooth, feminine curves where I had none. In other places they seemed thinner than my legs actually were. I took a small, experimental step. A larger one would not be possible with the costume held, bunched around my hips like this. I knew it was magic, but still, the way my toes wiggled, the pleasing feminine swell of my calf, it was hard to really comprehend what was happening. 'The things we do for money' I thought wryly and yanked at the hip section pulling the furry costume up and over my ass.
This turned out slightly more awkward than I might have anticipated, the tail was heavy and awkward and tugged the costume down while I was trying to pull it up. The ass seemed to be padded heavily as well and proved a rather tight fit for my own, much flatter posterior. It took a couple of minutes but I did manage to eventually get my ass squeezed into the smooth opening. I took hold of the remaining costume by the insides of the shoulders and turned around to try and get a better look in one of the dresser mirrors. My thighs were thick and womanly, I suspected my ass was a pleasant, round thing but honestly, all I could see, was this massive plush black tail with two white stripes running down it. I tried to move the tail but it didn't respond, it just sat there like an enormous stuffed blob. I had to admit, as surreal as this all was, the creature reflected was gorgeous, I was gorgeous, at least my lower half was.
I sighed slightly and started pushing my arm into the right sleeve while pulling at the fur with the left. I tried to ignore the rather enormous stuffed, plush breasts sitting on the front of the costume, getting closer and closer to their intended position. I finished pulling my fingers into the long, slender, clawed gloves and blinked as I opened and closed my fist; testing it out. I quickly used this hand to complete the other sleeve and then stood examining my new limbs. This was ridiculous, these clawed fingers were longer than my normal ones and despite the addition of fur were thinner too. I mean, had I not already believed that this costume was magic this would certainly have confirmed it.
I looked down, my cheeks already reddening as I stared at my erect member. It wasn't my fault, the sensations of this suit were maddeningly pleasant. There was an erotic, teasing, tabby cat, watching and grinning cruelly at me. I wondered if this counted as having masochistic tendencies, I had not really considered that particular kink before but despite the overwhelming embarrassment some part of me seemed to be enjoying this.
The crotch of the costume had a small pouch clearly designed to contain my member. The pouch seemed to be shaped like a perfectly tight, slightly swollen, furry pussy. I gave a small sigh, said a silent goodbye and thought 'best get this over with quickly'. I reached down to quickly force it into place but as soon as those soft, furry, feminine fingers wrapped around it, my knees went weak and I stumbled. The Kitty laughed uproariously "Well, Nya. Are you really going to masturbate here, in front of me? I realise you are making one sexy skunk, Nya, but that is a bold move!"
I gave her what was meant to be a death stare but that is not really possible when your face was quite as red as mine, so I decided to just tuck it into place while staring her straight in the eyes. I tried to ignore the sensations but my face just grew warmer as I worked my cock into the plush, satin sheath. It did not take me long to force it into place but I must admit it felt supremely weird. I could not really feel my cock any more but I could feel something else, warm and slightly damp. My cheeks coloured further, I was surprised that was possible.
I grabbed the zip and yanked it up, well that was the plan but it just jammed in the plush fur very quickly. "Damn it" I muttered looking down and started working the zipper loose. I was going to have to take my time and raise it slowly, giving me plenty of time to examine the costumes front. The fur across most of the belly was an alabaster white and the absurdly large breasts got in the way as I tried to manipulate the zip. I paused for a second to stare at them and then back at the Cat. "These are ridiculous, way larger than yours. What size even are they?"
Silver giggled slightly "They are quite a bit larger than anyone's here, Nya" she tilted her head slightly and grinned "As for Size Nya, I am not quite sure a letter exists"
I frowned at her. They weren't *that* big, I mean from where I was standing they did seem ridiculous but I had certainly seen larger in, uhm, certain forms of media. Sure most of those probably had significant medical assistance but still, it was not like a chest like mine was unheard of. I managed to get the zip pulled all the way up to my neck and let the tag go, it virtually vanished into the plume of fur that sat around my neck.
I took a small step forward and my boobs jiggled. My face was at peak blush but it still tried to get redder. The bounce of my chest sent pleasant waves of sensation radiating across my body causing me to exhale softly. I ran my hands slowly over my breasts and down my sides. They were covered in plush white fur, large pink nipples peeking out from their crest. From the neck down I really was an extremely curvy skunk. I glanced back at my plush tail which sat perky behind me, bouncing slightly as I moved. I still seemed to have no control over it. I tugged lightly at my fur and blinked slightly, I felt just the slightest give as the skin-tight material tented a little from my skin. Though I could barely tell It seemed I was still under the suit somewhere "It...is just a costume, oh god, it's incredible. I had no idea you could create something like this with magic"
Silver said nothing for a moment, she just smiled. After watching me examine myself she said "C'mon, Nya. Pull on the hood. Let's finish up this part of your change"
I frowned at her, fine. It did feel like there was no going back at this point and what did she mean by this part? I took hold of the head piece that was hanging at my back and pulled it over my head. The fit was surprisingly snug and it took a fair amount of effort to actually get it into place. A little struggling later and I was looking out the large, empty eye-sockets of the stripy mask. I stared at my face in the mirror. I had a cute little muzzle topped with a soft pink nose. A single plump black lip sat pouting below the muzzle and above a smooth feminine chin.
My face was primarily covered in a tidy coat of white fur but black ran in a thick stripe from my nose and up and over the top of my forehead. Thick, plush, wavy, white hair hung down from the top of my head bouncing slightly as I moved around. A pair of round. black furry ears stood in contrast, sitting high on my temples. My hair was kind of long, hanging a few inches past my neck, styled in a glamourous, wavy style.
I looked over to Silver "What now?" I said...well I tried to say. The headpiece was like a mask, I had just assumed it was going to transform into my face but it was just sitting there making it hard to move my jaw. Silver gave a small laugh at my surprised look and held something out to me
"You need to wear this ring Nya, it activates the magic" she said with a smile
I hesitated slightly and took it from her. I examined it while rotating it a little. It was surprisingly plain, just a simple silver band. "Once I put this on, I'm stuck for at least a week?" asked my muffled voice.
She nodded with a wide, excited grin "Oh yes, Nya! Ohhh you're going to be so cute! I am going to have so much fun with you"
I was so going to regret this. I slid the ring swiftly onto a slender finger, my eyes half closed as I shivered slightly in fear or anticipation; I was not sure which. There was what felt like a flash of light and I think I might have given a small pathetic scream. I waited for something to happen but nothing did "I don't think it's working" I said in an clear, melodious, slightly breathy, feminine voice, opening my eyes which I had not realised I had fully shut.
I blinked and looked down "Aaaah!" Ok I did scream, well, it was a pretty limp scream but it still counted. Everything had subtly changed. I grabbed and tugged at my fur. Oww! It wasn't a costume now. I took a few steps quickly and placed my hands on the table looking at my face; this wasn't a mask. I opened and closed my mouth, blinked my eyes and stuck out my tongue. Holy shit, it worked, and I looked amazing.
I suddenly felt gentle hands lightly grip the plush fur of my tail. I spun to find Silver standing rather close to me, moving her hands from my tail to run them through my silky white hair "Well, well, Nya. You turned out even better than I hoped" she groped my large breasts giggling as I squirmed from her tender touch "Hmm, Master is going to love you, nya!"
"S...Silver" I stammered "uhm, wait..." I felt so out of my depth and yet this was so \_undeniably\_sexy. I don't think I'd ever been so conflicted in my life. Silver just grinned at me, leant in and gave me a small peck of a kiss before dancing back a few steps and waving an admonishing finger.
"Mistress, or Mistress Silver to you" she giggled "I am the head maid after all, nya. Actually-" She slid open a drawer and pulled out what at first, looked like a simple tablet pc, when she held it up however, I could see the back was covered in a mess of slightly glowing, arcane lines. I looked at her more than a little suspiciously as she tapped a few buttons on the screen.
"What...what are you doing Mistress?" I asked, my eyes shooting wide. I had not intended to say Mistress, what the hell.
She giggled and waved the tablet a little "This lets me upload knowledge and apply changes to your behaviour, Nya. It links with your ring" she grinned a little "It will help you do your job Nya, I can magically provide you all the required skills, make sure you call the Master, Master and so on! It's a magical marvel Nya!"
I stared at her, eyes bulging slightly "W...wait Mistress! You cannot be serious, you didn't tell me about anything like this! Being turned into a busty skunk is one thing, but you can't seriously think I will be okay with you reprograming my mind?"
Silver rolled her eyes "Do not be so dramatic. First, Nya. Your personality will not be touched. These are things to help you do your job and get into the role, Nya" she smiled slightly "Do you think my adorable kitty Nya's are pretend?" she tapped the pad. "Two, The changes are tied to the costume. When you take it off at the end of your three weeks Nya, everything I do will be removed. It will come back when you put the costume back on though" her smile widened to something rather predatory "And three, Nya. You agreed to it in your contract"
Damnit, really? I bet if I demanded to see the contract, it really would say that. I sighed a little and pouted, I mean, not intentionally but my face was pretty much designed to pout now "...All right Mistress, as long as you don't change any of the things that make me...me"
She gave a small smile and hit a few buttons. Knowledge of how to dress myself suddenly flooded my mind. The parts that made up my uniform and the order and method of wearing each piece. How to tie the ribbon that would hold my apron in place. How to fix my head-dress in place. How to slip on my heels so to not damage the material at the back. All of a sudden I was an expert, as if I had spent my whole life wearing a maid's uniform. She pulled open another one of the large wheeled drawers at the bottom to show that it was filled with black and white frilly garments.
Silver did not tell me to get dressed but she did not need to. I knew I was going to have to wear the uniform sooner or later so I might as well get dressed. It was probably better than being naked anyway. I grabbed a pair of frilled, silk white panties and slid them quickly up my legs tugging them into place. They hugged my swollen rear brushing the underside of my tail smoothing down my fur beneath them. I felt like it should feel weird to be wearing panties but it was like I had been wearing them my entire life.
I pulled out the under shirt. It was long and flared out almost like a nightgown or petticoat though it had a collar sitting at the top of the neck. The material seemed expensive, silky and milky-white. I pulled it over my head and slid my arms though the short sleeves. I should have had trouble getting it around my enormous breasts but I knew exactly how to pull and manoeuvre it and soon the material was hugging my chest tightly. I lifted up the flap running down from the collar and started efficiently doing up the buttons.
I grabbed the black dress next and pulled it too, over my head. It was a similar shape to the undershirt although made of a much more resilient, tougher material. I pulled the material over my chest and it fell snugly into place beneath my bust, pulling the silk undershirt tighter over my chest. The skirt was just a tad shorter than the underskirt leaving a short strip of white frill visible below it.
I grabbed the apron and wound it around my waist just under my breasts. Tying the bow behind my back should have been quite a challenge but again, it was like I had done this hundreds of times and it took only a few seconds to have the enormous bow perfectly balanced, sitting in the small of my back.
I frowned as I looked down to examine my outfit so far. My skirt was just as short as Silvers though the style was a little different, I fastened a small button on the skirt below my tail which allowed it to nicely wrap around it. It did look rather elegant if unnecessarily sexy. I lifted out the shiny black pumps. They had perhaps a 2 inch heel and I carefully squeezed my feet into them. I took a couple of steps and while it was awkward and uncomfortable, I wasn't about to fall over. I stepped back to the drawer and removed a strip of black cloth which I wove around my collar and tied into a large bow. It was so weird, again I should have had no idea how to do that but not only did I know, I knew how to do it quickly and skilfully. I grabbed the final piece, the maid's headdress and tried to ignore the grin on Silvers face.
I wound the frilly length of cloth over the top of my head and tied the small black ribbons in place just under each ear. I sighed slightly, it was done. I felt like I was perhaps missing stockings or gloves but I guess they wanted me to show off my plush fur. Silver clapped her hands and squealed, dancing a little from foot to foot "Nyaaa! You look great!" she moved up and rubbed my head like I was some kind of dog "I knew you would make a wonderful maid!" she took a few steps around me nodding and nyaaing softly to herself. It made me feel a little self-conscious and I started fidgeting, I could tell I was bouncing my tail nervously.
She stopped behind me, part of me was sure she was going to grope me again but instead she paused and opened another drawer. I took a step round to look at the contents. It was full of cosmetics "Uhm, surely I don't need makeup. I can't really apply makeup to fur" she just smiled for a second and tapped a few more buttons on her tablet. Suddenly more knowledge flooded into my head. How to use and apply the various items in the drawer was the expected effect and indeed, that is what happened. What I did not expect was the additional knowledge of style and fashion; of how not just to apply these items but how to produce different effects from innocent to sultry. I learned that although my lip was already black, I could enhance its shine and make it more eye catching with the correct application of lipstick and gloss. This was also true of my claws, though less important to my overall look. Knowledge of how to keep my hair and fur looking plush and glossy was included and although Silver didn't make me magically care about my appearance, somehow knowing the effort it would take to fix should I let it lapse, was enough.
I sighed slightly and pulled a chair out from the side of the long dresser and sat sideways as I began to fish some of the items out. The final piece of knowledge that had come to me was exactly which cosmetics were considered part of my uniform. I could wear more if I wanted but I was expected to wear at least these. I took black lip stick first of all and spread it evenly and generously across my lower lip. I only had a lower lip, my upper having been replaced by the cleft palette of my muzzle. I made a kissy face into the mirror. It really did look good and once I had applied the second layer of transparent, shiny gloss it looked even better. I felt like I should look weird with only one lip but I didn't. It actually looked really quite alluring, I guessed that might be because of just how plump it was. If I had a similarly thick upper lip I would have looked ridiculous.
I grabbed the mascara next, I had always found it interesting watching my ex apply mascara, it looked tricky and the idea of putting something so close to my eye should have made me uncomfortable but the magic was potent and I was applying it like an expert. My eyelashes had already been long and feminine but by the time I had applied my thick layer of mascara and complimented it with a heavy layer of eyeliner they looked positively seductive. My eyes looked bigger and they had already been inhumanly large; the thick black lines which stood out against the white fur of my muzzle seemed to invite my own gaze to get lost in those deep twinkling pools.
Finally, I moved on to the nail polish and this is finally where my magically induced skills ran into a rather simple problem of physics. I coated my nails easily enough, my hands steady as I ran the brush across their surface. The nails were already black of course but what this was doing was making them extra shiny, much like my lip. No, applying the polish was not the issue. However, no amount of skill could make it dry quicker and I held my hands out and shook them gently as the knowledge I had been granted instructed. I looked up at Silver nervously "Is this the last thing I need to do Mistress? Is my change done?"
Silver looked at me with a happy, almost intoxicated smile "Oh no, Nya. We are certainly getting there but there are a few more changes we need to make" she smiled, predatorily as I sat nervously shaking my hands for the next few minutes. "Right, Nya. I think those are done. Please stand up for me"
I nodded nervously and stood, hands clasped just above my thighs, trying not to squeeze my boobs and make the huge things even more prominent. I couldn't help but glance down. I didn't think they were as big as my head but they could not be far off.
Silver started tapping buttons on the tablet again and suddenly more information flooded its way into my mind. My eyes widened slightly. Silver had just implanted into my head knowledge of how to move provocatively like she did. How to swing my ass as I moved, how to bend over when cleaning to present my ass in just the right way, how to pose while standing to draw maximum attention to my prestigious chest. It was the weirdest feeling because most of this knowledge was instinctual, it wasn't something you thought about but with a bit of concentration I was able to ignore it and stand normally. "What...What did you do!" she didn't respond, she just tapped away at the tablet a little more and suddenly, I felt my entire body shift. I looked down, eyes wide. My pose was very much more feminine. My feet were spread a little further apart in a pose that emphasised my ass and bust, well in some ways what it emphasised was my tail. The enormous black and white striped mass rather dominated my rear profile.
I wasn't sure how to react, I was having trouble processing this new change so I just stood in my sexy pose, mouth slightly ajar. Silver had somehow deleted all my existing knowledge of how to move, leaving me only with the knowledge and instincts she had granted me a few moments before. I clutched my hands at my side in little fists and with my chest pushed out. I stamped my foot, causing my bosom to bounce "W...What on earth Mistress! Did, did you really do that?"
Silver tried to reply but she was giggling far too much, I tried to stare at her angrily but I knew I just had a sulky pout on my face. Eventually she calmed down enough to speak "Ah, I said I wouldn't change your personality, Nya!" she gave a grin "Master spends millions on his skimpily dressed animal maids, Nya. Did you really think it would just be a case of wearing a cute outfit? You don't need paid 200k for that" she giggled again and I continued to pout.
She had a point though, I had already accepted I was going to put up with pretty much anything and honestly, it was still worth the money, I think anyway. It would help if Silver wasn't enjoying tormenting me so much. I took a deep breath and sighed "All...All right mistress, you have a point, are we done now? Please?" I tried to give her a winning smile, it probably just looked lusty when combined with my provocative pose but then, I had little choice.
Silver smiled "Oh, we are getting there Nya, next is the actual knowledge for your job" she taped a few buttons on her pad and suddenly the rough layout of the house was known to me. Holy shit, it was even larger than I thought. 4 kitchens? 70 bedrooms? What was this, a Hotel? I shook my head slightly shivering. This would be useful at least. She tapped a few more buttons and suddenly a whole wealth of housekeeping knowledge flooded into me. How to clean, how to do laundry, how to cook and wait tables. This was incredible I wondered if she could teach me how to do kung-fu! I gave a small smile at my own lame joke. Finally she tapped a few more buttons and my eyes widened at the next set of knowledge. How to flirt, how to kiss, how to please both women and men. Knowledge of where to gently brush my hands to send shivers through their spine to full on carnal knowledge.
My face went bright red "Y...you can't be serious, what the hell. You don't seriously expect me to screw people for you?"
Silver giggled slightly "On no, Nya. I already told you that. Some of the milder techniques you might find yourself in demand for but the rest?" she grinned slightly "You never know when such abilities might come in useful. You won't be forced to use them Nya, but such a sexy skunk should also know how to have sex"
I shook my head in silent protest, my tail swinging lightly behind me "A...are we done?"
"Hmm almost" she said with a smile "Okay, What's your name, Nya"
I blinked slightly before giving a slight sigh of understanding "Oh, You want me to pick a new name?" I looked down at my ultra-curvy form "I suppose Felix is no longer appropriate"
She gave a smile "Okay Felix, Nya" she tapped at her tablet a few more times "What's your name"
I looked at her suspiciously, I was a little worried about what she had just done "...My name is Fifi, Mistress" my eyes went wide and my lip dropped open slightly "A...are you serious!? A sexy skunk maid called Fifi? That's what you're turning me into?"
She giggled "Ah, I mean it's obvious, Nya. But Fifi definitely suits you don't you think?"
I pouted again, this time intentionally. I wasn't even sure what my old name was. This device was really doing a number on me "Fine, Yes, I suppose Fifi is a good name for a skunk maid, are we done now"
Her grin got really wide at this point, I actually felt a little frightened "One more thing, Nya" and she tapped the screen another couple of times. "How is that, Nya?"
I gave a nervous smile and actually took a slight step back. I blinked slightly looking down, well that was one advantage of my new sexy instincts. Moving in the heels was a cinch! I looked back to Silver, really rather worried about what she might have done "'ow eez what" I asked, my eyes bulging as I spoke. Holy shit, she had somehow used the thing to give me a thick, stereotypical French accent "Ah...N..non way" I puffed my cheeks up cutely "Eez eet not enough to turn me eento a skunk maid, you 'ave to turn me eento a skunk french-maid?" I shook my head "You are so mean, Madam Silver!" I sighed slightly, this was ridiculous, I felt ridiculous. I looked up at her eyes pleading "Please tell me zat we are finished"
She nodded with a toothy smile and placed the tablet back into the drawer, taking out a small key and locking it. "Yes, Nya. I think you're done!" she suddenly rushed up to me and threw her arms around my neck causing to me to give a loud squeak of fright. She rubbed her cheek into mine, hugging me so tightly that I could feel her heartbeat through her chest "Ah, Fifi, Nya. You turned out so perfect! You are so cute!"
I moaned slightly in her grasp but honestly, I didn't really fight it. My own plush fur felt exquisite and Silvers felt just as nice squeezed against me. I wrapped my own arms around her loosely and waited for her to get over her exuberance.
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Pull of the Moon by Lykanos
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Join the crew of a colonizing mission as they discover the pull three moons can have as one of the party starts changing before their eyes. Werewolves in space, what could go wrong? This was my submission to Werewolves Vs Space. Though I didn't make it in, I hear it was fierce competition this
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"Anthro",
"Anthropomorphic",
"Blood",
"Canid",
"Canine",
"Gore",
"Love",
"Lycan",
"Lycanthrope",
"Lykanos",
"Moon",
"Nasa",
"Shapeshift",
"Shapeshifting",
"Space",
"Stasis",
"Tidal",
"Transformation",
"Werewolf",
"Wolf",
"Wulfheart",
"astronaut",
"cryo",
"force",
"shapeshifter",
"spaceship",
"tf",
"travel",
"werewolves"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144229-pull-of-the-moon
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**Pull of the Moon** By Lykanos Wulfheart
With a hiss, the door to the one man pod opened, misty droplets pooling in place, unwilling to let the clear surface go. Suddenly awake, Hank Adams flinched aggressively against the sensation of falling. It was a pointless endeavor, though, as the safety straps kept him firmly in place.
"Oh God," he muttered as he regained his composure. Looking over to the floating face just outside the capsule, he let out a heavy breath. "I will **never** get used to that."
"Come on, it's not that bad," joked the youthful redhead. Scott Willis, a scrawny man in his late twenties, was the medical officer for this mission. "You do realize that you're the last to wake up, Mr. Sleepyhead. Two years wasn't enough, huh? Had to take a whole extra hour, didn't you?"
With the intention of rubbing his forehead, Hank tugged against the straps. "Two years in cryo, huh? Best two years of my life." With a wry chuckle he motioned to the two bonds that held him in place. "A little help, Doc?"
With both hands, Scott swung his body up through the zero gravity environment, stopping above his captive coworker. "What, did stasis make you forget how to do this yourself?" As he worked, he chided Hank with information. "You know, your body only experiences one day of aging for every year in there. That's two days, bud. You seriously couldn't have forgotten me telling you about these straps in basically two days."
"Two **years** , Doc. That was actually two years ago, right? Besides, I'm still waking up." Now free to move, Hank took the opportunity to stretch groggily, slowly twisting as he floated freely above the bed. Looking around, he watched as Scott shot across the small medical bay to the far end. Rifling through a drawer-sized storage compartment, the young doctor produced and immediately tossed a food pack at his patient. "Eat and drink," stated the youth. "Oh, and are you going to finally trim that beard of yours?"
Hank was a bigger guy, built like a quarterback, with brown, mid-length hair and a similarly colored short beard. He looked gruff and tough for a man in his late thirties. "I told you," he said with a big grin, "I shaved right before we left."
"Uh huh. And you have, what, a nine A.M. shadow?"
With a hearty laugh, Hank shot back, "You're just jealous because you can't grow one. Such a cute little baby face."
Making his way to the door, the red haired man shot back a dirty look. "At least I can get my butt out of bed, old man. Now get your uniform on while I let the others know you're **finally** up." After opening the hatch, he turned back with a quick, "Only a few hours out," before he disappeared into the next room.
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After toggling a few switches, Captain Charles Prescott, the pilot and leader of the space shuttle's four-man crew, unbuckled so that he could better address those present. "We're beginning our deceleration. As soon as Hank gets in here, we'll go over the mission briefing again, as per NASA's request."
The spaceship, New Eden, although not terribly large, had a wide cockpit and spacious common area. With four seats towards the front of the main cabin, that's where most of the controls and sensors were located. Two chairs faced forward, one for Charles and the other for his copilot and security officer, Hank. To the right sat Scott, buckled in after having dealt with the last sleeper. He was currently monitoring the internal systems as the ship slipped back below light speed. To the left was the final member of the crew and only woman on the ship, Evelyn Hayes. This dark haired beauty was as smart as she was pretty; top of her class and eager to learn, she was the obvious choice for the crew's science officer, landing her this position of a lifetime. Though the bulk of her work wasn't going to start until they landed, she was happy enough to keep an eye on the radar and telemetry. Behind her station was the long range communications and, aside from that, a nice open space for moving around.
Pivoting in her seat, Evelyn was beaming. "You know, I'm still amazed at this. Ten years ago, faster-than-light travel was something you'd only see in sci-fi movies."
With a soft chuckle, Charles nodded. As the oldest of the crew at forty six, he enjoyed giving off a bit of a grandfatherly vibe. "Hell, even five years. This whole mission still amazes me. Not only are we the first people to travel this far at this speed, but we're going to be the first to actually touch a new planet. No suit, fingers through the dirt, actually **touch** it."
Looking over his shoulder, Scott chimed in with, "Assuming, of course, that the probes were right and there are no infectious diseases to worry about. Hate for us to fly twenty light years only to kick it from some pesky microorganisms."
"I hate to agree with him," said Evelyn as she stuck out her tongue, "but he's right. Have to play it safe." Being in her early thirties made her the second youngest on the mission, but that didn't stop her from acting like a kid. She and Scott loved to tease each other like siblings when the opportunities arose.
Just then, the hatch at the back of the room closed firmly as the final member of the team reported for duty. The captain shook his head and grinned. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence."
Still strapped to her seat, Evelyn rotated to stare at him, arms crossed. "Have you seen him, Chuck? He could use all the beauty sleep he can get."
Pushing off the back wall, Hank shrugged as he glided across the open common space. "Hey, what can I say? It takes whole lot of sleep to look this good." Grabbing onto a metal seam before the cockpit, he pulled himself to a stop so that he could take his seat. As he buckled in, he winked over to the lovely scientist. "Oh, you know you missed me."
As the only one left to drift, Charles addressed the crew after a quick "Settle down, Romeo." His tone was a bit more serious as he went through the mission briefing. "As you already know, we are heading for Gliese 870 b, a habitable planet about 1.2 times larger than Earth. As far as water, atmosphere, etcetera, it is very comparable. The probes indicate survivable climate and the presence of small to mid-sized animal-like organisms, thus your job as security officer, Hank. For the next year, we are to make this planet our home, running the gamut of testing. We'll send weekly transmissions with the progress back to Earth. In a year, the next group will arrive to replace us, at which time we can head back for debriefing. If the first year goes well, plans are in place to start possible colonization."
Returning to his cheerier demeanor, he added, "Oh, and don't die. I don't want to have to fill out any extra paperwork."
With a tiny salute, Hank teased, "Sir, yes sir."
Strapping back in, Charles flipped a few switches. "Buckle up, kids. We're almost there."
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The silence was eventually broken by the young doctor. "It's way too quiet in here."
Leaning over her shoulder, Evelyn had a very sisterly tone. "What would you like to talk about?"
"Hmmm... I don't know," came his reply, "just anything, really."
Clearing his throat, Charles saved the day. "You know, I never got to ask you all why you came out on this mission. What motivated you to fly two years and twenty light years from your homes?"
Evelyn was happy to answer first. "The chance to explore a new world, untouched by humanity. The things we could learn... the possibilities are boundless. It's really the opportunity of a lifetime!"
"Well said," Charles replied, pleased with the answer. "How about you, Scott?"
"Debt," he said flatly. "Education isn't cheap and this job promised to pay it all off and then some. I mean, don't get me wrong, opportunity of a lifetime, like she said. It's just that when you're broke and educated, you take what you can get."
Another moment of silence was interrupted as Chuck took his turn. "I've been on a few missions, visited a couple planets, but to actually get to reach out and touch it." He shuddered with excitement as the idea reinvigorated him. "I want to **experience** this new planet. Wind in my hair, dirt under my fingernails. No helmet. No gloves. Actually interacting with it. Who else gets to say they were the first to do that, huh?"
As the silence grew, Hank knew he had to answer. Evelyn smiled over as she goaded him, "Come on, what about you?"
It was enough to get him to talk. "Alright, but it's a little weird."
"Weirder than debt? I bet you just want to be the Adam to her Eve," chuckled Scott.
"Oh, ha ha." With a sigh, he knew he had to say it. "Fine. I had to escape Earth. Not from trouble, mind you. No, I had to escape the lunar tides."
Bewildered yet amused, Scott had to know. "What? Why?"
"The tidal forces just affected me somehow. I don't know. Just kept making me ill. When I said cryo was the best sleep I've had in a long time, I wasn't kidding."
The science officer couldn't contain her laughter. "You really did pick the wrong place to go, then. Gliese 870 b has three moons, and if the data was right, the pull they exert on each other combined with the distance from the sun, the tidal force would almost likely be constant."
Hank's face turned to terror. "You've got to be joking."
"Nope," shrugged Evelyn. "In theory, it should be a constant pull."
"We've got to turn this thing around, **right now**." Hank was freaking out, but Charles kept the spacecraft on course.
Scott patted Hank on the shoulder as he tried to reassure him. "Hey, don't worry about it. I have some meds that should kick a silly headache."
"You don't understand," yelled Hank as he gripped the arms of his chair. "We can't go down there!"
Charles was starting to look a little concerned as his shipmate was growing more hysterical. "Hey, it's too late for that. We're almost there... see? We're passing between two of the moons now."
Pain and fear shone in Hank's eyes as he tightened his grip. Droplets of blood started to pool on his skin near his fingernails, but without gravity, it just lingered, hiding the tips of his claws as they slowly made their way out of the nailbeds. His wounded scream sent Charles into action. Making sure that the autopilot was still engaged, the captain unbuckled himself, and, with a heave, headed for the medical kit on the back wall. As he flew, weightless, he yelled back, "Scott, what's happening to him?"
Releasing himself, Scott wheeled around to get a better look. "It-it looks like his fingernails are falling off. There's no reason they should be. I... fuck, his records said he was perfectly healthy."
Spinning in his chair, Hank pointed himself toward the open space in the back. Still bound to the seat, he huffed out a response. "I... grah! I had a guy in the medical department that owed me a favor. H-had to get off world." The pain was evident in his face as the veins in his neck throbbed. Little shoots of fur grew up as his muscles twitched, eager to expand. He had to break free. His fingers and toes were already losing their shape, taking on the form of curled, bestial digits. With an aggressive yank, he tore the buckle from the seat frame and let himself drift limply out of the cockpit.
Scott was in shock. "His ears... they're all furry and pointed. What the hell is this?" If he could have seen Hank's face, he'd also have known that his friend's nose was growing black and rapidly reshaping, growing out as sharp teeth came in.
Grappling with her own belt, Evelyn tried frantically to free herself. Not certain if she should cower in fear or help the man she had grown to love, she couldn't help but gasp as his bones crackled and popped, violently reshaping his frame to something far more savage.
As his body swelled, tearing at the seams of his uniform, it was already quite apparent as to what Hank Adams really was: A werewolf. With the thick, grey fur finishing its progress, the only thing missing was the tail. Massive, clawed paws reached back, tearing a hole in the fabric, letting the hidden appendage wiggle free. It would almost have been amusing if not for the fact that everyone was absolutely terrified. There, floating in front of the communications panel was a big, snarly beast.
Snarly was all in the eye of the beholder, though. Hank was still reeling from the pain of his transformation, pawed hands and toes aching, gums and claws bloodstained, and senses kicked into overdrive. He wanted to tell them it would be alright. He wanted to say that as long as everyone remained calm, no one would get hurt. Sadly, all he could manage was a growl and a few barks.
In light of the new situation, Charles knew he had to protect his crew and warn NASA. The first step was getting the hulking monster away from the cockpit and the comms. Waving the med kit, he shouted angrily, "Over here you dumb creature!"
Hank was insulted, offended. They were friends. It was rather rude to call him such things just because he looked a bit different. He attempted to protest, but it came out as more of a snarling growl. It wasn't really what he had meant to say as it forced his valiant captain to take action against him. First the medical kit slammed into him, and then the redirected momentum shoved his sore, shifted frame into the comms desk. Before Hank could fully brace himself, Charles was on his way, fist at the ready. Pivoting as best he could, Hank managed to barely deflect the blow, turning his attacker just enough to expose his throat.
Between the adrenalin, the shock, and the pain, the lycanthrope hastily deemed it best to use his teeth, the only thing free at the moment, to pin his assailant. With just the right amount of pressure, he was sure he wouldn't break the skin.
Charles had other plans. He wasn't about to die so easily, as he assumed that the monster was going for the kill. Swiftly, he used his free fist to uppercut right into the werewolf's ribs. Hank wasn't ready for such a brazen move, accidently clenching his jaw. A coppery tang filled his mouth as he saw the pain and fear in his ally's eyes slowly fade into cold nothingness. Small globs of red pulsed away in the gravityless chamber as Hank released his bite, knowing all too well that he had not only crushed, but torn into his leader's windpipe.
Hank's pathetic whine was masked by Evelyn's scream and Scott's enraged "CHUCK!" He didn't mean to kill the man. Just like back on Earth, he meant well, but things always seemed to get out of control. "If only I could talk like a man, it would solve everything!" he told himself, though he still didn't quite believe it, just like the last few times. Stricken with guilt and with his back against a table, Hank pushed the corpse back the way it came, gently and respectfully.
Turning back to look at his friends, he tried to lick the guilty blood from his teeth. He had looked just in time to take a training manual to the nose. Scott, the fiery young physician, was angered beyond reason. His cheeks almost the same shade as his hair, he was throwing anything he could get his hands on. Sent reeling by the force of the blow, Hank managed to deflect the space helmet, the shoe, and even the wrench. However, in zero gravity, momentum is not so easily lost. Pushed back beyond the halfway point, the weightless wolfman was nearing the wall but was still under attack. Scott had his back to the corner and was lobbing the shredded old shoes that had come off Hank's altered, wolf-like feet. When a second helmet came at him, the burly beast was all out of patience. Pushing off the wall, he launched at the red-headed fiend.
One clawed hand grabbed a shoulder while the other went for the object about to be tossed. Not only did Hank miss and grab the wrist, but in his agitated state he used far more force than intended. When a werewolf gets angry they tend to show their true strength, and that was no exception here. At first the arm made a sickening pop as the shoulder dislocated, but what followed horrified even the lycanthrope. The skin and muscles tore as the burly beast ripped Scott's arm clean off. Blood formed into large balls of pulsating red goo as they escaped the screaming victim. "This... this isn't right," Hank yelled at himself, a saddened howl escaping his throat. He never meant to hurt his friend... either of his friends.
"Why am I so cursed?" Another mournful howl escaped as he ended Scott's suffering, snapping his neck with one quick twist. "I'm so sorry," he whined in a language that only he knew, a single tear bubbling up and clinging to his eye. As much as he shook, it would not part until he used his clean, furred hand to set the clear drop free amongst the many pools of red.
He couldn't handle another loss, and certainly not the woman he loved. If he accidentally hurt her, he'd never forgive himself. As the thought weighed on his mind, he realized that she wasn't in her seat. A startled "yipe" escaped as he saw her ready to activate the long range communications. If NASA found out, it wasn't only his head on a plate, but every werewolf back on Earth. Though he didn't like his situation, he wasn't about to condemn an entire species. Tossing the severed arm to the back of the cabin, Hank shoved off of the wall with all of his might. The fuzzy missile slammed into the desk and in a quick, delicate action, grabbed the shoulder-length dark locks of his former love, yanking her face into the keyboard.
With a thud, Evelyn went limp. A small gash above her eyebrow was forming tiny beads of crimson that clung to the wound. Tail tucked and ears sagging low, Hank prayed that he hadn't killed her, too. With a body covered in fur and a mind clouded with fear, he wasn't sure how to tell if she was still breathing. His best idea was the sensitive skin of his nose. Gently cradling his sweetheart, he moved her lips within an inch of his powerful canine muzzle. The few seconds of terrified worry felt like an eternity to him. Slowly, his tail wagged back and forth, followed by an overjoyed howl. "She's alive!" Pulling her in, he held her gently and longingly stroked a paw against her cheek. As he looked at the planet before him, he knew that, as it was, there was no place for them. She was just another victim waiting to be. There was only one solution, as much as he hated it.
His heart was heavy as he brushed his snout on her shoulder, taking in her scent. "I'm so sorry," he whined apologetically, like a dog that knew it was in trouble. "It's the only way," he told himself as he delicately tore the shoulder of her uniform open. As his teeth brushed her flesh, he couldn't help but wince. He had caused so much death, so much heartache already. If he did this, there was no guarantee that she'd ever want to be around him again. As his fangs pierced her delicate skin, he made sure to realize exactly what he'd done. He'd taken everything from her: Her coworkers, her career, and worst of all... her humanity.
Ears flattened, the defeated wolf had one thing left to do. The comms couldn't be left intact. As he cradled his precious cargo, his other hand pulled at the primary cable. Detaching from the monitor with a crack, a second tug ripped the cable free of the floor. Letting it drift, he calmly pushed forward to put his love back in her seat. It was almost time to enter the atmosphere. As he buckled himself into the captain's chair, a glimmer of hope filled his mind. This planet had life. It had prey. If Evelyn still loved him after everything, it could be a true Werewolf Eden. With a longing gaze to the exquisite creature beside him, Hank was hopeful for not just his, but **their** future.
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Memories by GabrielClyde
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A gift for tasunka , stallion, friend and guide through life's trials. Memories of a wilder youth, blowjobs and more, and a buff marine stag... - Memory is a funny thing. I can't remember how many guys I've fucked over the journey. It has to be a lot, and most of them are just a blur. Some stand out
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[
"Anal",
"Bareback",
"Bathroom",
"Blowjob",
"Casual Sex",
"Cervine",
"Cum",
"Deer",
"Equine",
"Fucking",
"Gay",
"Horse",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Prostitution",
"Soldier",
"Stag",
"Stallion",
"Standardbred",
"Tearoom",
"marine"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145811-memories
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Memory is a funny thing. I can't remember how many guys I've fucked over the journey. It has to be a lot, and most of them are just a blur. Some stand out though. Some stand out a lot. Some I wish I could forget. Some I wish I could remember. Some I remember just as well as I could want. Like the stag.
I was still experimenting a lot when I met him. About twenty, exploring the world and myself a long way from people who, in my still adolescent way, I saw only as an impediment. In hindsight maybe they were too, but they also knew a lot more about the world than I did or than I could give them credit for. Wisdom is wasted on the young.
I knew what I wanted though, and at least an idea of where and how to get it. For that only the big city could meet the need, and there was none bigger and none more varied than New York. It called me like a beacon on the shore, guiding me home or at least to a reasonable facsimile thereof.
New York may be everything it is cracked up to be, don't get me wrong, but it is and has always been a relentlessly striving commercial kind of town too. You only get so far without money. By the time I had exhausted the usual free attractions, and walked around staring up at the endless procession of skyscrapers, I was hungry and horny, not necessarily in that order.
Redemption of both cravings came in the one place. Grand Central Station was still the bustling nexus for the city it had always been in the early 80's. Before the days of airline deregulation, and the ubiquitous experience of being cramped in a metal tube and insulted for three hours, we still came into New York like Gods into the ornate caverns of Grand Central. Here you could find all kinds, from businessmen to housewives to construction workers, of all races. For a resolutely gay lost young stallion, you could also find a home of sorts.
I found it by accident, late one night with no money and nothing to do. Needing to take a leak, I headed for one of the big bathrooms down a concourse. The noises hit me first, sensitive equine ears picking up the signals as usual. From a stall near the back, a mix of sighs, moans and yelps, enough to make me pause and let my ears swivel in imperfect understanding.
Then the scent. Just a hint, the barest hint, but it was enough. Musk, cum, the rich scents of fucking wafting over the base of piss and chlorine and pine and sweat. The scents I craved.
Taking up a spot at a urinal, though unable to piss myself in a mix of fear and anticipation, I waited as close as I dared to the stall and let my dick drop. I held it, admiring the tip, piss slit open wide but nothing to show. I loved the look of my cock almost as much as I loved the effect it had on guys. The hunger. One slow stroke and I was hard, my balls dancing to a rhythm as old as our kind.
Finally the noises stopped and I heard the stall door open. A guy went out, stopped, looked at me and turned his head to the floor. A bull, looking like a construction worker or something, he headed for the exit like he had been shot from a cannon. As I waited, the second form emerged.
He was a fox, dressed like a preppy, in fact he looked like a student more than anything, maybe some kid from Columbia. If he was, he was about a hundred streets too far downtown to learn whatever would propel him to a career at Drexel. He seemed to have learned other things though.
With a smile he sauntered past. He gave my cock an extra-long look, as he casually tucked a ten dollar bill in his jeans, and gave me a wink.
"Want me to take care of that?"
So I learned a lot in one night. About exchange rates, transaction protocols, and payment terms. I should have gone for a job on Wall Street.
I didn't take him up on his offer, by the way. After all, there is nothing worse than two salesmen trying to sell to each other. But my first mark was not long after the fox had left, and I got what I craved and then some. A businessman, a representative for an office supplies company, big and sturdy bear. I got a thick rich load from his cock, a decent sized red length made beautiful by its thick base, and I got an appreciative pawjob. I also got a twenty, which showed the greed is good generation knew how to pay. It also showed something I came to know well; in the greatest marketplace on the planet, a young Lakota stallion could still find a buyer, and a value. And stallions of all kinds seemed to gain a premium.
I was also dumb, as only the young can be. The way I knew he was a salesman is I stole his wallet. I figured he didn't need it, and I did, and in any case, the American Way was somewhere halfway between commerce and outright theft. I didn't need to be a member of the Nations to know that, but it certainly meant I had learned a few damn good examples.
By the time I met my guy, the one who sticks in my mind to this day, I was an expert of a kind. I had enough money to ride the subway, get a bagel or a burger in a deli, and feel like I belonged. It might seem strange to see it like that, living by giving blowjobs in a subway bathroom, but that was how it felt. For the first time in my life I could get sex when I wanted, with who I wanted, and nobody was there to give a damn. I was my own stallion, on my own terms, with the scent of cum in my nostrils and the wind of freedom in my mane.
I saw him come in and noticed him immediately. A stag, with a decent set of antlers, though he was young still maybe twenty two or three. He was also a soldier, a marine, wearing fatigue pants and shirt and a cap with the little side holes they made so his antlers could stick out. A nice muzzle, pointed, with a tuft of fuzz under his chin, nicely shaped ears, and a diamond tail in white. He was also built like a truck, broad shoulders and broad hips, and muscles obvious even under the shapeless mass of his uniform.
His shirt sleeves had been rolled up, and I saw a brand on one side with the Marine Corps symbol, the eagle, globe and anchor over his tricep. The thought of watching him get it tickled my interest first; I had heard about the ceremonies where new recruits got the brand, so desperate not to show the pain, shirt off in a world of testosterone and sweat and muscle. I fantasised about soothing a guy's pains with my tongue, feeling the rough edges of the brand.
Here was one we prepared earlier though, in black on the deep brown of a stag. He noticed me too, noticing him, and gave a shy smile. He stepped up to the urinal, taking the one next to mine. I knew that was a good sign from experience; if they went as far away as possible it was normal. If they came up close, it was cruising.
This one unzipped and dropped his boxers, revealing a decent sized sheath. His long pink cock poked out, pointed, red, almost angry red, and he unleashed a powerful stream. I held mine, not pissing for now, just holding and letting it show off, the flare pulsing in the light. He glanced over at me and smiled again.
"Howdy"
A Southern drawl, Carolina sugar in every syllable. A good ole boy, probably redneck as fuck. I shuddered, my mane twitching, and my ears went forward and then zoomed in on him like radar.
He let out a sigh and leaned back a bit while he drained his bladder. When he was finished, rather than put it back in, he held his cock a little while, stroking slowly, and making out he was knocking the last drips from his tip. The enticing stream of yellow liquid had stopped though, nothing on his cock except a slight gleam of moisture, enough to make slight squelching sounds as he jacked it in easy motions.
"You got a nice one pal."
He was looking at me now, no longer smiling, his stare serious. A tongue appeared, and he licked his lips, nervous as a kitten. I relaxed immediately, realising what I had. Not a hardened customer; just another lost soul in search of something.
I motioned with my head to the stall. He nodded, almost like he was learning another drill. Maybe he was. The thud of his boots on the tiles sounded loud in the bathroom, the creak of hinges almost like nails on a blackboard.
In the stall he was more assured again in his gestures, and his smile was back, but he still sounded nervous.
"I haven't much...I mean, I don't..."
I pressed a finger to his muzzle. I went to kiss it too, but he shied, and I contented myself with running my hands under his shirt, over his chest. Built as fuck, fat pecs, nipples like the end of my little finger, his coat rough with patches of denser fur between his pecs and around his nips. I unbuttoned his shirt and he let me, breathing hard, the occasional bleat as I touched him in places sensitive enough to make his muscles flex. I flicked his nipple mostly to see his abdomen again, the indistinct groups suddenly tightening enough to become a six pack as I tweaked the tip.
"Yesssir....."
My muzzle found his left nipple, suckling. It hardened in a moment, and I used the distraction to reach into his pants. The long cock I remembered was thicker, and hard as granite. Under it, I found a perfectly formed deer scrotum, low hanging, filled to the brim with egg sized nuts.
He let me do the work, and I was grateful for it. Jacking his length, one hand on his shaft, the other tickling the underside of his sweaty nuts. They danced, just like mine, contracting and falling, until I felt his rough hand on my head pushing me down to sit on the bowl in front of him.
"Fuck pony....fucking hell..."
Pressing my muzzle to him I sniffed, savouring the scent of sweat and urine and musk. A long lick while he groaned, the sound muffled, and I looked up to see him cutely covering his muzzle with a hand so we couldn't be discovered. He watched me though, eyes wide, brown and unknowing and still uncertain. The mix of scared little deer and dominant buck, warring across his face. I determined to find more of the latter.
His groans became louder as I sucked him. Lips first, suckling the tapered end of his cock like a big nipple, tasting that tang of piss and precum that I always find so erotic now. Nostrils flared I sucked in air and scent as I slid slowly down his shaft, the heat and the demonic twitching of his cock so fine. All the way, in a few strokes, until my lips nestled against his groin and I felt his tip twitching in my throat and the acrid taste of pre and piss invaded my soul.
"Fucking faaiinnne.."
I could not get enough of that voice. Halfway from adolescent twang to gruff adulthood, his body well ahead of the rest of him, with the North Carolina melody in his sighing words, I wanted more. I needed more. So did he, and it wasn't long before he wasn't content to let me take the lead. Hands entwined in my mane he forced me down his length then began to sway those muscled hips to fuck my muzzle, his nut sack swinging to slap my chin on each thrust.
Tasting his precum become a flood of delight, I thought he was close, and I cupped his nuts and squeezed. His soft downy fur felt incredible on my fingers, and the heat in his scrotum was like a furnace, the flesh quivering on the brink as he charged his body for a climax.
It came as a shock when he pulled me off his cock, carefully but surely. I looked up and into his eyes, seeing the first glint of total surety and a twitch in his ears that spelled trouble. Hooking his hands under my arm pits he hauled me to my hooves, and we stood for a moment looking at each other but not speaking.
I gasped when he went for my jeans, big hands making easy work of the belt and the buttons. He yanked them down to my knees, my cock swaying free after catching on the waistband painfully. My flare pulsed in need as well as anger, demanding compensation for rough handling.
"I want something different pony boy..."
The feeling of being manhandled like that still takes my breath away. I wasn't that small, a Standardbred not a heavy or anything, but I was muscled in a wiry way. He basically lifted me easy like a sack of wheat, pushing my back against the partition, the impact knocking my breath out of my lungs for a second. By the time I had it back, I had to press my muzzle into his chest to stifle a scream.
It was rough, and urgent. No preliminary, no real foreplay. He needed, and he took, and in that moment that was absolutely perfect, even though the pain felt like a hot knife into my ass.
He lowered my naked ass onto him, and at the same time lifted onto the tip of his hooves, and rammed in full length, parting my hole and driving full length inside. I bit on his nipple to try and deal with the pain, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
Shaking slightly, I felt the warm touch of his scrotum on my flesh. He had his hands under my butt, my legs entwined behind his back, chest on mine. I could feel his heart, and see into his eyes. No insecurity now, just the need to rut, and his muzzle found my neck and mauled me while he began to fuck into me with a steady cadence like a route march.
"Fucking hot pony...fucking hot..."
Ever rasp of his cock burned inside, until the burn became a tingle, and his precum eased the way inside me. I was moaning softly too, one hand over his shoulder, the other holding his antlers for support. The soft velvet hid hard flinty depths, and my hand almost bled from the scraping, but I loved that touch. I nibbled the other antler, then he finally left my neck and I felt the touch of soft stag lips on mine. The kiss surprised me in a wonderful way, rough and needful, no finesse, a bit like the fuck. He bit my lip hard, painfully, the tingle joining the tingle in my hole, while my tail swished against the hard cold panelling in time to the fuck.
"Oh Gawd...oh Gawd...oh Gawd..."
He broke the kiss, eyes closed, scrunched tight. The words came as a sigh, soft, melodic. Somehow the most beautiful compliment I had ever been paid in sex, those words, his pleasure, complete and pure. His very own rapture, all thanks to me.
"Oh Gawd..."
One last strangled cry and I felt the heat inside, filling me as his nuts bounced against my ass, the heat trickling down the side of his cock and out my well spread ring, down the cleft of my butt and dripped onto the tiles. He breathed, that big chest heaving, resting against my body as I fought for breath too.
I hadn't cum, my body poised but not yet over the brink. It was a totally selfish, raw fuck in a way. Sometimes that is the hottest of all.
I made up for the loss after he left, jacking out a huge load, and he has brought me so many sweet return bouts in my head in the years afterwards. A glimpse of that face, those eyes, the chest, his cock, the burn in my tailhole, and over it all...oh God...oh God...oh God...
He left me down, shaky on my hooves, and I shuffled out of the stall to find him fixing his uniform, that perfect cock now sadly put away, unruffling his headfur, steadying his cap. He gave me a smile though, ducking his head a little as he did.
"Thanks...thanks sir. Thanks a bunch...ahhh...what's your name?"
"R...Ryan."
"Colby."
I loved the fact that I could be almost 100 percent certain that it was his real name. I doubted he had that kind of deceit in him, just as I knew I did. I was a survivor. He was still dreaming. I kind of hoped that would never change for him.
I watched him trot out, that broad muscled ass swaying, the little diamond tail lifted and twitching as he walked, the scent of his sweat and his cum still thick in the bathroom and on my body. I curled up crouched on the floor and breathed in for long moments before heading to the stall for my own ending.
I never remembered to ask him for the money. It seemed wrong anyway. This one was for me.
Even now, he is the one from that time I remember. I didn't keep it up for long, thanks to my own stupidity. I stole one wallet too many, getting caught by a transit cop, and had a final exchange of value, dodging a stay in prison for a fuck. The bull took no prisoners too, raw fucking my hole until I whimpered. I hated that he broke me, and that I got hard anyway. There was raw and wild and selfish, and then there was this. The stag knew how to do it.
Of all the guys I encountered though, he is the one that remains vivid enough to go back there. He is also the only one I still wonder about. Did he stay in the marines, did he go somewhere, did he die, did he succeed. Maybe he is somewhere in rural North Carolina on a farm, with a couple of kids, and his days of male heat a distant memory.
It would be worth it to find out though, and see if he remembered.
It came to mind strongly too because of what has to be a coincidence. I was in North Carolina, driving a load across country when I stopped in a town just outside of Raleigh for gas. The kid manning the station was all business, but he also made me wonder. A stag, with the same cute muzzle, the same wide eyes, the same built body under a pair of overalls. He had on a John Deere cap, which made me chuckle, and the same wide open face and country boy ease I remembered.
My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw him, and I found I had to head to the bathroom almost immediately. He was polite, as they all were around there, and showed me to the room. He even joined me.
Breathless and unsure, with my mane tingling, I tried to piss, nothing coming out, my cock in my hand with the flare pulsing. He stepped to the urinal next to me and unleashed a fountain of pungent urine, that tang so familiar. I couldn't help sniff, and I couldn't help a sideways glance. I still loved stag cock, and his glistened so invitingly.
He glanced over to me and gave another smile, eyes bright, and put his length away. I let out a huge sigh as he trotted out, my bladder finally unlatching enough to relieve one inner tension even if others would not be so easy to resolve. I paid in a hurry and climbed into the cab, determined not to look back, but I did anyway. He gave me a wave.
"You take care now Sir."
My vision focussed enough on his overalls to make out something I hadn't seen before, a name badge green against the khaki. Colby Jr.
I chuckled all the way into Raleigh. Memory was a funny thing.
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On The Prowl, Chapter One by Joshiah
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The first of many uploads today, we have a story of an overly confident male and his latest target, for Blue_Fox999! Duke, a fox with the looks, attitude and moves to pick up any male that he so desires, sets his sights on the local college in the town he's working in that evening. A literal
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[
"Anal",
"Anal creampie",
"Blowjob",
"Creampie",
"Cum",
"First Time",
"Gay",
"Interspecies",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Oral",
"Penetration",
"Sex",
"Story",
"Virgin",
"Virginity",
"cum inside"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152277-on-the-prowl-chapter-one
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Some males have terribly large egos. Worse still, some of them actually **deserve** to, and when one of them figures it out, they can become a truly deadly force in the bedroom.
If there were ever such a great example of the same, certainly, Duke would come to mind.
To Duke, life was all about the hunt, and it wasn't anything to do with his job; he was plenty satisfied in that regard, and was quite **gainfully** employed, for that matter.
The hunt was purely about sex, and in reality, Duke saw almost everyone as being beneath him, especially in regards to the bedroom. Good looks, a huge ego, and the skills to back up his talk meant that Duke was the kind of male who was allowed to pick and choose who he went to bed with, and as often as he traveled for work, he wasn't able to build up a reputation in any one place for being a bad person to go to bed with.
Most evenings, when he was done with work in whatever location he'd traveled to for the day, he'd make his way to a bar, but this time, he was especially lucky.
"College towns...love 'em."
Jeans that were just tight enough to press his bulge to the front while still accentuating the tone of his backside, with a tucked in polo shirt were the attire for Duke that evening, when he made his way toward the Greek Row of the local campus. He was staying at a hotel closer to downtown, but a quick taxi ride was all that it took to put him in the middle of the action, and he wasn't *too* far removed from college to have trouble fitting in.
Most people just assumed that he was new in town, whenever he had a new place to go "hunting."
"Hey, kid. You wanna do something **crazy** tonight?"
Frat parties were almost always the easiest place to pick someone up. The atmosphere around them was simply riddled with sexual overtones, and even those males who weren't able to get someone back to their dorm room would still be doing *something* in the evening, even if it was with one of their paws.
For Duke, it wasn't a matter of picking the smallest, the weakest, or anything of the sort. He didn't hunt like big cats, picking out which prey would take the least amount of effort.
He just went for whatever he wanted, and somehow, things always seemed to work out for him.
"I...I'm sorry, what?"
His approach was a bit too forward for some males, but then again, he still lived in a world where men were used to being the *aggressor,* rather than being hit on. It gave him the ability to easily take a man by surprise, and in this case, he was going after someone who could just barely be called that.
A popped collar on a teal polo shirt, white jeans and a visor just under his ears decorated the male of Duke's choice in such a stereotypical college bro fashion that it was almost painful. A typical, tan-furred, short-hair feline, Duke could tell that he was a few drinks deep, and beyond that, he'd been eyeing the ladies on the street since Duke arrived at the party.
The open air concept of summer parties at college campuses created the perfect atmosphere for a hunt, and though he had an inkling that the feline was straight, Duke had already made his choice for the evening. He was taking the kitty back to his hotel room, no matter what the cost was.
"You don't look like you're having too much luck out here. A real shame, that," Duke suggested. "Figure you might have a little more fun at a **private** party...get away from all these crowds, y'know?"
"That's literally the **only** reason I came to this college," the feline admitted, as he took a long, deep swig from his typical, red plastic cup. "There's so many *fine* ass bitches here, it's like fishing with dynamite!"
Duke snickered. "That may be, but it looks to me like you're all out of dynamite, buddy...and only a virgin talks like that."
It was a time-honored test for Duke: throwing out the prospect of someone being a virgin was met with vicious challenges, shameful admittance, or, most commonly, a casual snicker. It was actually quite *rare* that he encountered a truly virgin male in his travels.
"*Pffft,* you wish, bro! I've slept with over half the girls at this party already!" the feline shot back, even as he wobbled slightly in place from his over-indulging. "And that's not counting all the girls I slept with back home!"
*That's some serious virgin talk,* Duke thought, though he didn't need to rib the kitten about it any further. "Gotcha...so you've never slept with a dude before?"
"Why would I?"
"Because if you don't, I don't think you're sleeping with **anyone** tonight, fella."
To a sober mind, it would have been a little bit easier to argue the logic.
For the drunken feline, who spent almost all of his time surrounded by large, burly men while living in a frat house, and having seen almost all of them naked in the process, it wasn't as if he'd gone the past few years without thinking about the possibilities.
If he were still in his right of mind, he likely never would have admitted to thinking about such things, but as he cast a gaze over Duke, he had to pause and take a drink to keep from saying something he might regret.
"Just saying, kid. The offer is out there."
Duke would know if his tactics worked within seconds, after leaving the bait dangling in front of the feline. He turned away without so much as trying to hide his grin, allowing his tail to sway as he took a few steps in the other direction, and with each swish, his rump was accentuated, no doubt intentionally.
He got his answer, when he felt a quick tug on the white, fluffy tip of his tail.
"First off, I'm no kid. My name's Ronnie, and I know the kinda guy you are...thinking you're hot shit, just able to roll through a party, find yourself someone to sleep with and roll out, right?"
Duke paused in place and gave a quick nod. "Well, honestly...yeah. And it usually works."
"Do you think you could teach me how to do that?" Ronnie asked, still holding the very tip of the soft tail.
That wasn't the response that Duke was expecting from the supposed lady-killer, but he snickered and gave a quick shrug. "Oh...I *suppose* I could show you the way, for a price."
Ronnie already knew what the price was going to be. He gulped, and then, took a long swig from his cup, finishing the contents in the hopes that it might dull his concerns a little bit.
"All right...but you'd **better** deliver."
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Ronnie wasn't sure what he was expecting, when he agreed to go back to Duke's hotel room. He didn't *really* think that the fox was going to teach him any secrets, and he certainly didn't believe that there was some mythical trick to picking up women.
At the end of the day, the feline was horny, tipsy, and if he had to be honest with himself, Duke was a good looking man, regardless of his slowly blurring lines of sexual preference.
"Open up."
Clothes came off, and that was as far as Ronnie knew what to do. He really **was** a virgin, and though it made sense to him that he'd end up naked, he didn't know where to go from there, until Duke literally put him on his knees...and now, he was looking up at the fox innocently, opening his muzzle slowly, and experiencing his first taste of another male's flesh on his tongue.
The warm, salty sensation against his taste buds wasn't unpleasant, even if he wasn't sure that it was to his liking.
For Duke, everything about the moment was to his liking, and having a clueless virgin meant that he could shape and mold the feline to his liking, no matter what that actually meant.
Icy blue orbs sparkled with curiosity as Duke pushed his hips forward, leaving more of the underside of his tapered, vulpine length on Ronnie's tongue. The feline reeled his head back slowly, but Duke gripped him by the scruff of his neck, bending over to keep the poor feline in place until he was sure that his cock was thoroughly coated with saliva.
After all, he wanted to be sure that he'd slide in nice and easily, and if Ronnie really was a virgin, that might not be such an easy task.
"Ish...ifs thish wight?" Ronnie spoke with his mouth full as he tried to adjust to moving his tongue around Duke's cock, inadvertently providing the fox with some unexpected pleasure in the process. The poor feline knew nothing of what he was doing, short of spilling saliva from the corners of his muzzle and feeling a little confused about his sexuality.
In the end, he was doing just enough, as Duke pulled his cock free and set it on the bridge of Ronnie's muzzle, letting a little precum spit from the tip and drool into the feline's fur. "That was *decent*...for a virgin, anyway," Duke replied, not wanting to give the kitten too much credit. "The good news is that you can't really screw this next part up, long as you hold still and relax...get on your paws and knees and wait for me."
"And you're really gonna tell me your secrets?" Ronnie asked, as he turned on his knees and flopped over, sticking his rump up in the air as he'd seen so many females do on his computer screen during late, lonely nights.
Duke was barely listening. He was more concerned with the lube that he was spreading over the sizable, impressive member that stuck out from his crotch.
"Huh? O-oh, oh yeah. I'll **totally** tell you," he replied finally, as he set the bottle of lubricant down on the nightstand in his hotel room and slumped right down to the floor. He gripped Ronnie tightly by the hips and held the cat in place, and immediately, he could see the feline tensing up, and though Ronnie's tail raised as he simply followed along with what he'd seen in videos, his tight, nervous pucker was still squeezing and tensing up, even as Duke pressed the tip of his uncovered manhood to it.
Warm, slick and pulsing, Ronnie tried to adjust against the feeling of the tapered tip, and only thanks to the alcohol was he able to ease the pressure upon his tailhole as Duke began to push forward.
"F-fuck...you weren't lying, kid! You're d-definitely a virgin..." Duke groaned, letting a wide, stupefied grin spread across his muzzle as he began to lunge forward with his hips. Poor Ronnie could barely account for the sudden, deep penetration, and his claws dug into the carpeted floor as he did everything in his power to relax, though it was a struggle, and his tailhole clenched while his inner muscles pushed back against the advancing vulpine.
*Thank God I got wasted before this,* Ronnie thought, believing that he was taking one for the proverbial team by sleeping with Duke...and to his benefit, the fox was just the right shape and size to brush up against Ronnie's prostate, giving the feline an internal sense of pleasure that he not only wasn't expecting, but wasn't even **aware** he could experience.
Duke continued to pump with his hips, giving no further instructions to the cat beneath him, finding that Ronnie was just relaxed enough that he didn't need anymore orders. He showed how little he cared about the encounter, however, as his ears picked up on a buzzing sound from his discarded jeans, and right in the middle of the act, he reached into his pocket to fish out his phone.
"Hello? Y-yeah, it's me. I'm...I'm kind of in the middle of something," Duke continued to chat even as his hips pumped, filling Ronnie's slowly stretching asshole with all of the cock that it could physically hold. " **What?** Are you s-serious? Damn...a-all right...I'll be back as soon as I...soon as I c-can."
The struggles in his voice made it clear how close Duke was to an orgasm, and though Ronnie could pick up on the same, he was too inexperienced to reach his own climax. He panted quietly from the pressure against his inner muscles, but was only able to attain a fraction of the pleasure that Duke did as the fox kept his knot from popping inside the poor virgin...
...Though a thick, creamy torrent of heated, sticky cum still spilled into Ronnie, and dripped out of his stretched, abused tailhole as Duke pulled back, clenching a paw tightly around his own member to simulate a tie.
"D-did you really...just answer a fucking phone call...w-when we were **fucking?!**" Ronnie yelled back at his first ever sexual partner, his face riddled with frustration.
The feline could still feel streaks of ejaculate spraying across the curves of his ass and his lower back as Duke leaned over his body and smiled. "Sure did," he replied casually. "And my secrets will have to wait for another time, kiddo."
" **WHAT?!**"
"Just got a call from the office," Duke said. "I've gotta come back in...sounds like it's time for me to relocate permanently."
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Little Drummer Dog (13) by Wolfie Steel
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#13 of Little Drummer Dog. - Little Drummer Dog. (13) ## By Wolfie Steel. The afternoon session kicks in and again we have to show our metal, because once we leave the arena tonight one of the bands will be out of the competition. As we come to the end of our song my right arm begins to cramp
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"Bad Language",
"Character Development",
"Collie",
"Gay",
"Gay Relationships",
"Horse",
"Husky",
"Nudity",
"Plot Development",
"Rottweiler",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148031-little-drummer-dog-13
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Little Drummer Dog. (13)
By Wolfie Steel.
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The afternoon session kicks in and again we have to show our metal, because once we leave the arena tonight one of the bands will be out of the competition. As we come to the end of our song my right arm begins to cramp up, but I push on through the pain and the song eventually comes to an end.
Had anyone noticed my slight loss in beat? I had hoped not, but the look of concern on Steve's face told me otherwise, the Rottweiler approaches me and gently brushes a paw across my right arm, I try not to wince but I cannot help it, Steve gently nods and then speaks.
"You are done for the day, you won't be doing any practicing when we get back to the hotel, what you will be doing is getting a decent meal inside of you and then resting up your arms because I know the signs of severe cramp when I see them."
A solitary tear breaches and slowly flows down my face, feelings of inadequacy and failure are encompassed within that single teardrop, Steve speaks again.
"Hey now Sam I don't know why you are crying whether it be through the obvious pain or that you feel as though you have failed us somehow if it is the latter as I very much fear then please don't think that way, we have given two outstanding performances on very little to no sleep, tonight we will rest well and then if we get into the final tomorrow we will be able to do the damage then."
Steve then gently kisses me on the cheek as we head back to our table. I take my seat and Steve stands behind me and uses his hand-paws to help alleviate my cramping by gently massaging my arms and shoulders.
As he works the compare for the day takes his place on the stage and begins to announce the results.
"Well guys and gals we now know who will be leaving the contest, before I give the results I would just like to say this, it has been a privilege for me to be involved with this year's contest, you have all provided us with some of the best music that I have heard in many years. For what it is worth you can all hold your heads up with pride, now for the results, in no particular order the three bands that will return for the final tomorrow are... Def Leopard... Aerosmith and... ."
The sweat begins to trickle down my forehead and I begin to shake uncontrollably as I wait for the third name to be called out.
"... The third band to make it into the final tomorrow is... Jacks and Aces Wild, and so it is with a heavy heart that I have to announce that while Sound As A Hound put up a valiant fight they will take no further part in this year's contest."
I looked over towards Shaun's table, I watched as Karl Banks, Sound As A Hounds keyboard player, threw his napkin at Shaun and then stood from his seat and stormed from the auditorium. I continued to watch as the rest of my ex-band mates followed the keyboard player out leaving just Shaun sat at the table all alone.
Shaun's head finally fell in resignation and he slowly stood from his seat and made his way towards our table, gone was the once confident shit eating grin. He stood just to the left and behind me and then faced Steve, he then did something that I had never thought I would ever see from Shaun, he held out his paw to Steve.
"Well done Mister Jacks, you played the game cleanly and emerged as the better band and while it hurts me to do so a deal is a deal and so I will wind up Sound As A Hound, I will also make good on the cost of the new tyres for your colleague's vehicle and as for AJ's guitar I will bring it back to your studio once you get back from the contest."
The fact that Shaun could not even utter my name did not pass me by, a slight growl left my muzzle as I spoke.
"I have a name you know Shaun, it wouldn't kill you to use it."
Steve's hand-paws squeezed a little tighter on my shoulders in a silent plea to let it go and not to make a scene, for the sake of my lover I bit back any further bile that I had to give. Shaun said nothing as he handed my Rottweiler an amount of cash, he then turned on his heels and left the auditorium.
Finally, Steve gently helped me to stand from my seat he then put my left arm around his neck and helped me to head back towards the bus, the rest of the band following at close quarters.
Once we are back on the bus Steve heads towards Eldon to tell him that we had made it through and also to tell him to get us back to the hotel as quickly as he can, the Shire Horse just gently nods his head and we begin our journey back.
We make it back to the hotel and once we are in the foyer Steve gathers the band around him.
"Okay guys, tonight you will all order room service and eat your meals in your rooms that way you can just fall into bed once you are done, hear this now though I want you all to get a decent nights rest tonight, god knows that we have earned it. Tomorrow we will need to bring our 'A' game as we are going up against two of the best bands on the circuit, I will say this though guys, even if we get knocked out tomorrow I will not look upon it as a failure, and we certainly won't be disbanding."
With that said Steve dismisses us all back to the rooms. Steve and I arrive at our room and he slowly opens the door, he gently leads me into the room and then lowers me down to sit on the edge of the bed, he then heads back to the door and then closes it making sure that it is locked, he then returns to me and gently begins to remove my clothing, as he does so he gently whispers.
"You know Sam, right now I want nothing more than to fuck your goddamn brains out but I will hold off on that because we are going to get our meals from room service, you are getting into bed and I will put your tray on your lap so that you can relax as you eat."
I just gently nod my head which gives my Rottweiler the green light to slowly put me to bed. Once I am comfortable Steve places the call to room service for our meals.
After half an hour of silently eating Steve puts our two trays outside the door of the room, he then puts the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle and then closes and locks the door, he then makes his way over to the bed stripping off as he goes, he then slips under the covers with me and turns out the light.
As we settle down for the night the thoughts of the day run back through my mind and I even allow an evil smile to spread across my muzzle, yes we had scraped through into the final tomorrow and yes we would most likely be handed our asses by the two better bands but that did not matter to me, what mattered to me was that I had a wonderful lover in Steve and that we had sent Sound As A Hound home with their tails between their legs.
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exadmini part 1 by okmaster
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#1 of exadmini a story I start a while back and was inspired to finally post on here even thou it is not finished yet. I will say when I have posted all I got on the notes. Okay you probably watched shows like SOA, Overlord, Log Horizon or even Accelworld. (honestly the only shows I know of fitting
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"Forum topic",
"video game"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150267-exadmini-part-1
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User name: Devil\_raider ViP days left: 29 days and 20 hours RCC: 535 Last activity: currently on Gold: 16,156 Level: 14 Health: 256/234 Mana: 58/58
Forums-General discussion-mob not in bestiary
Posted 18:34 ast today- Devil\_raider
You encountered Exadmini.
You preform scan!
Ability activate, immune all. Scan fails
Exadmini preforms scan!
Exadmini feels generous
Exadmini drops 10x ultimate life potions
Exadmini drops 10x ultimate mana potions
Exadmini drops 5x warp scrolls
Exadmini drops 1x month Vip card
Exadmini drops 500x Reality Corporation Coins
Exadmini drops 10,000x gold
Exadmini drops 1x 1 day double exp balm
Exadmini drops 1x legendary loot mystery box
Exadmini uses a warp scroll
Victory! You win 1 experience and 10,001 gold
You receive 10x ultimate life potions, 10x ultimate mana potions, 5x warp scrolls, 1x month Vip card, 500x RC coins, 1x 1 day double exp balm and 1x legendary loot mystery box.
The combat screen shot I took three hours ago. Can anyone tell me what in the world is an Exadmini
Reply 18:45 today- Angellover69
Where did you meet it? I would love to see it.
Reply 19:10 today- Devil\_raider
I sent you a party invite. I'll take you there.
Reply 19:15 today- Angellover69
OK! I got it.
Reply 19:20 today- (ADMIN) Chad
The Exadmini is a bug mob currently being fixed. It is suppose to be a super rare mob that is suppose to flee upon encountering and the drops are if you manage to defeat it. Take note that one of the bugs is that your wireless IP address can be put on our companies 'no access' list. If encountered it is suggest you flee as it gives a 100% success rate of escape and you always have first turn. Engage it at your own expense.
Reply 22:47 today- Porker9876
\#$%!!! I just used a godly trap net that is suppose to give 100% chance of capture. Then an ability called Net Escape activated and reduced the capture chances to .1% That net cost me 750 RCC. I want a refund.
Reply 23:01 today- (ADMIN) Chad
As stated above engage at your own expense. This mob is currently still buggy and we are currently working on it. Be thankful Porker we have reports of a few who have been banned from the server, who encountered this mob. Also abbreviated swears are still blocked as well.
Reply 23:33 today- Loonitic
I like Exadmini. I accidentally wondered into an area far over my own lvl and it joined my fight on my side out of random. It has a 60 damage claw attack. I even got some info on it. It's health and mana is 1000 each. It has dragon based attacks like claw, tail swipe and bite. It is a cool mob that escorted me into an area safe for me. Even used ultimate elixirs on me when I got hit. It also has the spells null terrain and regen party. Is there going to be a pet shop buyable version going to come out? I WOULD PAY REAL MONEY FOR IT!
Reply 23:59 today- (EXADMINI) ERROR!!!!!!
Why do you keep trying to hurt me? Please stop looking for me.
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Mares Seeking Stallions: Menna by Amethyst Mare
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#2 of Mares Seeking Stallions Happy Valentine's Day, Razak! Hey, it's unconventional to some, but so sue me! Love how we fit together and ain't no one ever gonna take that away from us (despite comments). So... This is a series of mini stories with my mare characters that will be posted over the
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"Arian Mabe",
"Bestiality",
"Breeding",
"Cheating",
"Cob",
"Cuckold",
"Cuckolding",
"Equine",
"Exhibitionism",
"Female Anthro",
"Feral",
"Feral stallion",
"Feral stud",
"Fox",
"Grullo",
"Horse",
"Love",
"M/F",
"Male Feral",
"Mare",
"Mares seeking stallions",
"Mounting",
"Non-Anthro",
"Outdoors",
"Pregnancy",
"Pregnant",
"Public",
"Relationship",
"Romance",
"Rough Sex",
"Stallion",
"Teasing",
"Vagina",
"Vaginal Sex",
"Vaginal penetration",
"Various Species",
"Voyeurism",
"Vulpine",
"Zoophilia",
"exhibitionist",
"impregnated",
"stud",
"voyeur"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144323-mares-seeking-stallions-menna
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**Mares Seeking Stallions**
*Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare) for Razak*
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*Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart! \<3*
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**Menna**
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"Easy boy," Menna murmured, patting the neck of the dappled stallion as he pawed the ground, throwing up lumps of damp sand. "You'll have what you want soon enough."
The grullo mare, vibrant in a grey coat tinged with blue with a darker, bolder head, scratched his withers, heart pounding. Was she really going to do this? Again? Did she have the nerve?
"Menna?"
A voice from the fence whined, the sound high-pitched as if the owner was striving to lace it with an edge of anxiety. Menna snorted. Jared. Such a noisemaker. He wasn't really fooling anyone. Her boyfriend, a red fox with black tips to his ears, growled and clenched his paws into fists, bound to the fence post with the aid of several lead ropes and some baling twine. True, it was not the most appropriate bondage the mare could have come up with, but she was still learning and it would have to do.
"Is this really necessary? Have you made your point now?"
Menna laid her hand on the breeding stand, similar to the one that she had been strapped to when that first feral horse - a cob - had mounted her under the stable owner's watchful eye. She rubbed her stomach, a small smile touching her lips as the stallion nickered and pushed his head keenly into her chest. Jared, growled and strained against the ropes.
"You're already carrying a feral foal, for Christ's sake!" He snapped, leaning forward as far as his bonds would allow, ears back. "What do you really want to be doing letting another one of them fuck you?"
Menna grinned.
"You'd be a lot more convincing if you weren't hard right now, sweetie."
Jared closed his mouth and turned away, the insides of his ears burning with heat he sought to conceal.
"Watch and enjoy," she advised him with a flirty flick of her tail, shimmying her jodhpurs down her curvy legs. "I'll certainly be having fun up here..."
Dropping the stallion's lead rope, she threw caution to the wind and scrambled up onto the mounting block, specially designed to allow ferals to mount anthros with the maximum levels of comfort. This time, she didn't bother with the straps that would keep her in place, resting her arms down the sides as she flicked up her tail and blew a kiss to her slack-jawed boyfriend. Menna shivered. Would he love how the stud stretched her out as much as she did?
There was only one way to find out.
The equine - a stud by the name of Eclipse - nuzzled under her tail eagerly, curling his upper lip back to take in her scent. She may have been pregnant already, the swell of her belly gentle against the breeding stand, but he knew his job better than anyone else. As she relaxed, releasing a stream of urine to splatter into the sand arena, he neighed and bounced off his front hooves, upper lip flapping as his shaft dropped. A mottled pink and black length spilled heavily from his soft sheath and he flexed, letting it slap noisily up against his belly as Jared made a noise that was halfway between a gasp and a yell.
Menna grinned: her stud was ready for her.
She sucked in a breath as Eclipse mounted her, forelegs tucked around her sides as he nipped at her mane. It would happen quickly - she knew that - but she still found herself unprepared as the flat tip of his shaft pressed up to her entrance, catching surprisingly on the first thrust and ramming in. Squealing like a filly, she kicked out and held onto the stand for dear life as he scooted further over her back with a masculine grunt and started to thrust.
The mare groaned and laid her cheek flat on the mount, letting him take her as he willed. There was little she could do to encourage him, Eclipse driving into her with the full force of his hindquarters as instinct drove him to breed, grunting over her. She was, quite literally, along for the ride and loving every second of his fat shaft slamming into her stretched pussy. Menna moaned loudly, ear flicking to catch a whimper from Jared. He could never fill her like a real stud could - not like a stallion. It was time he learned that too.
She smiled, lips parted as her mount took her, balls swinging as he pushed in far past the medial ring, hindquarters working furiously for his pleasure. Toys just weren't the same as letting a real stallion slam into her and Menna flushed, nickering softly in encouragement as Eclipse's thrusts became rapidly erratic, jerking and groaning as he lipped the back of her head. She thought he was more excited than normal, but she'd only seen him covering other females and the odd male who liked it rough at the breeding yard and never experienced his lust for herself. She bit her lip, clit rubbing against the padding of the stand beneath her as pleasure threatened to spill into mind blowing ecstasy. She'd have to have him again, one day.
Menna whinnied shrilly, rocking her head from side to side as her hips bucked in orgasm, body out of her control as the stallion's cock kissed her cervix. She shuddered and squealed, climax stretching out and out until the stallion could not hope to hold back himself and rammed into her one final time with a whinny and a flag of his tail. His cock twitched within her tight, clenching pussy as he ejaculated, sending thick spurts of cum to splatter deep into her breeding tunnel.
The mare rubbed the side of her nose against the padded stand, shooting Jared a cheeky wink as she came down from her high, the fox's jeans tented out in an impressive bulge. It would never have been as big as the stallion's shaft, however, and it was something the fox already seemed to know he would never match up to. Menna nickered to her stud, ears flicking back to him as he nuzzled the back of her head, whuffing warm breath softly over her forelock.
Maybe her next foal would have to come from Eclipse. The mare smiled, stroking her pussy lips as the stallion slipped backwards, landing back on all four hooves with a heavy thud. Jared could clean up the mess between her legs this time. He'd been good. Hadn't even tried that hard to break free of the ropes. And he was damn good with his tongue too.
It was a job her boyfriend was suited for.
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Spa Rendezvous by Ben332
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Others are happy, relaxed even. But, Davies came here to this spa to relax, and he's not finding it. Seeing couples walk by only made things worse. However, when an eastern dragon makes him an offer he can't refuse... what's a little bit of soreness, anyway? - "Grr..." He growled softly, watching
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"Anal",
"Anthro",
"Canine",
"Dom/sub",
"Dragon",
"German Shepherd",
"Knot",
"Knotting",
"M/M",
"Messy",
"Oral",
"cum inside",
"lube",
"quickie"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152307-spa-rendezvous
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"Grr..." He growled softly, watching the too-happy pair slip into the private room.
Another pair of dragons, and no doubt more noise from that private suite here in a bit. More to irritate him to no end. Not even sitting with his feet in the hotsprings pool helped relieve his anxious stress. Not because of all the people shuffling around him, but because his mind couldn't let go of the upcoming week. It was bullshit.
"Fuck..." He cradled his muzzle, watching the water, and the people passing by the other side of the pool.
While the water was warm and agreeable enough, he simply couldn't be bothered to hop in. But, all the same, he didn't want to leave either. So, there he was, stuck in a bit of a limbo. Fur half-wet, and half-dry. A pair of rolled-up pants, even. Some noise behind him barely got his attention. His ears flicked, and then he dismissed it, until someone else sat down next to him.
"Someone looks a little grouchy. Having a rough time, here of all places?"
"Grr..." He growled, hoping to scare off the newcomer. The light plop of the other sinking his paws into the same pool told him it didn't work. He swished his own brown and almost-black footpaws in the water.
"Well, if you're not that interested in talking, then I'll wait until you are. Too handsome to leave without seeing a smile on your muzzle." The stranger complimented him.
He was about to make a snappy comeback, but he was distracted when he looked up from the pool. It was another dragon. This time, though, it was an anthro eastern. At least he didn't take up four or five peoples-widths just walking around. Didn't look half bad, either. Light purple, almost pink scales adorned the dragons' frame. The trademark flesh whiskers were alive, vibrant, and definitely all-natural. His muzzle held a half frown as he sized the dragon up.
"... thanks, I guess?" He scratched his neck. What else was there to say?
"Pool's nice, isn't it? Seeing you sit and watch others pass by interested me a bit. What's the story of you being so sad-looking?" The eastern tilted his head a bit. "Well, so long as you don't mind telling."
"Can't take my mind off the upcoming week. I got a lot of shit to do. And it's really killing the mood." He confided. Just remembering he had places to be later made his fur bristle.
"Well, whatever it is, could I offer you a good time? As awful as your upcoming week could be, maybe a bit of enjoyment would take your mind off of it long enough for you to enjoy your vacation." There was no doubt in the way the dragon looked at him. He wanted something under his tail, and fast.
"Hmm... Lemme finish basking a bit." He swished his footpaws through the warm water. They were soaked, but the warm current felt all-too-good to leave.
"Sure." The dragon dipped his tail in, wetting a foot or two of it. The off-white mane fur floated in the water. They sat there a while, just observing the ambiance.
"So, if I'm going to be screwing you, I'd at least like a name." He mumbled, staring at the water more than his companion.
"Rahrn. And you?"
"Davies." They shook each others' handpaws. "Rahrn is a rather quirky name."
"No more so than Davies. Still, they're simple, and work."
"Right on that one..." Pulling his paws out of the water was no easy task. With the warmth rapidly being replaced by relative chill, it caused him to shiver a bit. His throat felt parched, even.
"Drink first? Maybe two?" Rahrn gestured towards the bar a dozen feet away.
"Sure, why not. Bit of alcohol, and then something to rehydrate should do wonders."
Rahrn was about to open his narrow trap, but he thought better of it. It wasn't until they sat down, dripping fur and all, that he talked again.
"Didn't take you as the kind that liked getting drunk." The dragon deadpanned.
"Not drunk, one shot is hardly going to put me anywhere on the scale. Just a customary thing when I'm out and about." He explained, glancing at the dragon.
"Guess you do have a point. I stay away from the stuff. Never sits well with me." He shrugged, scales moving a bit with the gesture.
"One tall glass of lizard punch, and a shot of whiskey, please." Davies mentioned as the bartender passed by. The stag barkeep glanced over to the dragon.
"Don't see a lot of you guys around. Enjoying your trip?" He poured the drinks with finesse, spilling not a drop. He slid them over to Davies.
"'Bout to enjoy it a decent bit more. Hoping to cheer this guy up a bit, too." He ribbed Davies gently.
"We'll see." He sipped at his fruity punch first. Tasted a bit salty, and all too sweet, but it wasn't the taste he was after.
"That being said, a lizard punch as well, and some green apple cola. If it's stocked." Rahrn laid down a crumpled bill he pulled out of his pocket. "And do you still take these?"
"That we do, on both counts. Both glasses coming right up, too." The deer bent over behind the desk, bringing out an almost pristine scanner.
"You seriously carry those around still?" Davies looked at the dragon sideways.
"As much of a collectors' item they are, I still like seeing the places that take 'em." He watched the deer stuff it into the scanner, and then shove it into his pocket.
"100% legitimate. Strange thing to have about, but we're more than glad to take it off your hands. Especially for that amount." He grinned, flat teeth shining in the soft light.
Davies watched curiously as the barkeep put the equipment away. It had been what, fifty years since ordinary bank notes were used commonly? So, that made the dragon a collector, a money printer, or both. But still, it was legitimate... so that made him the former. Another quirk to add to the name.
"Whatever doesn't go to drinks, goes to you my man." Rahrn gave him an equally beaming smile, showing off his muzzle full of canines and fangs.
"Many thanks."
Somehow, he managed to keep his muzzle tendrils out of his drinks. They were hardly prehensile, but Davies had heard at some point that they were... uniquely sensitive. That theory could be tested later though. He alternated sips of his alcohol-infused palate cleanser, and the almost unpleasant punch. Still, one countered the other rather well. And besides, the tastes only remained stuck on his tongue for a moment. But, that moment would more than keep him from being too dehydrated from basking in the pool for... hours? He glanced at the clock, looking past the dragon. It really had been hours! His anxious depressive streak had eaten another chunk out of his vacation...
It took moments for his smile to fall off, and a moment past that for Rahrn to notice.
"Hey now. Clock doesn't matter, not right now." His light handpaws nudged his gaze away from the circular black hole of timekeeping. "No point in worrying unless you have to leave today."
"I guess..." He swirled the last dregs of his whiskey, eyeing the punch.
"Keep worrying like that, and nothing's going to be able to pull you out every time."
Instead of replying, he sipped down the last of the alcohol. Alternating it with the punch made the effects come on more smoothly, and much more easily managed, too. All the same, he hadn't lied. It was only enough to get him to relax a bit. And not a drop more. The punch followed it down, emptying that glass too.
"Could I interest you in a refill for either?" The bartender passed by again, cleaning a glass. It was a slow night, with only one other person at the bar besides the pair.
"A to-go orange soda, if you don't mind." Davies meekly requested.
"Not a problem. And you?" He glanced at the dragon, who had just finished his green apple soda.
"A to-go green apple soda would be nice. Canned preferably." The ice clinked as he set the glass down.
"Will do." He stuffed all of the glasses underneath the counter, and went into the back to retrieve the items.
Davies nudged the dragon, catching his eyes a bit.
"Just how much did you pass him, anyway?"
"'Bout a hundred. Figured it'd convert to a few thousand in currency, not all that much. Just a half-days' worth of work. But, a really nice tip." He explained.
"Wish I had tippers like you when I was a waiter. Times were simpler then." Davies sighed.
"Man." His paws somehow found his way to the German Shepherds shoulder. "With the way you're acting, you might need it worse than me."
"Maybe." He acquiesced. To be fair, it had been a while...
The bartender came back to them getting a little bit too close, the dragon leaning on the somewhat beefier canine.
"Whoa now. Save that for the suites." He sounded more like he was joking, rather than an actual suggestion.
"Heheh." Rahrn chuckled.
"It's the dragon, I swear." Davies rolled his eyes.
"Either way, here's your drinks. Tabs are more than paid for." The cans clinked as he set them on the countertop. They were fresh from the fridge, condensation forming on the outside already.
"Thanks, my dude." Rahrn collected the drinks, already getting up.
It took a moment for Davies to follow, but he mumbled his thanks as the dragon pulled him away. For such a small creature, he had some strength in his arms. Carrying both of the cans in the other hand, even. It was quite the sight, seeing him pull him down a corridor. If he were like some of his co-workers, he'd be offended and more than a little slighted at being lead around like this. But, truth be told, he didn't care. At worst, he was at least about to get some tail. At best, it might shatter the gloomy cloud that had been following him for the last month or so. He bet on the former, but hoped for the latter.
It took a few minutes, but the dragon eventually lead him to an unoccupied suite.
"What's so special about this one? We passed plenty on the way." It was a corner suite, but still nice all the same.
"Corner suite. Noise only comes from two directions, so they pad those directions the best. Means we can be as noisy as we want." He released his death grip on the canines' handpaw, but only long enough to open the door.
For a little sub, he knew what he wanted.
"Okay."
A small pool cut the room in half, or close to it. Probably flowed from the same spring as the one in the main room downstairs. But, it had a few rather interesting amenities. The most striking one... was that there was already a tube of lube out on a small countertop. Did the dragon pre-prep or something?
"I feel like you've been here before." He stated plainly.
"Maybe. Or maybe I asked the staff to supply certain... things." The dragon yanked the pup through the doorway, and shut it behind him.
"In a hurry, then? Sure seem like it..."
"Only to get you in here, and help you out once... or twice." A crooked smile crossed his muzzle as he examined the tube.
"Favorite brand or something?" Davies deadpanned, eyeing the plastic tube.
"Favorite? No. Just works better than what's usually on tap." It looked almost purple in the soft light. He squeezed out a bit onto his fingertip.
Davies had just started pulling his shirt off. By the time he'd thrown it into some corner or another, the dragon had his finger in his muzzle. The german shepherd raised an eyebrow.
"Flavored?"
"Only lightly. Grape is one of the better ones." Davies grimaced a bit as he swallowed.
"No telling what's in that stuff. Might be best to not chow down on it..."
"All organic, and it goes inside anyway, so it can't be that bad."
The mutt was about to start tugging off his casual jeans, but Rahrn beat him to it. He closed the space quickly, swatting his paws away. Davies was about to comment, but an unzipping sound beat him to it. His belt was next to go, and last the button on his pants. The dragon wasted no time yanking his pants down, almost taking his boxers with them.
"Easy... sensitive bits down there." He suggested.
"No point in wasting too much time."
The masculine scents hit Rahrn on the nose harshly. Even his scent carried whiffs of anxiety and stress. This pup wouldn't be leaving without at least that problem taken care of. And so what if Rahrn would be taking care of an itch of his own, too? The scents and smells alone took him a moment to process. His own tight jeans felt a bit more tight. Wouldn't get used, he knew that much. Davies looked far too dominant for that. All the better, though. He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband, and tugged down gently.
"Well, aren't you excited already..." Rahrn mumbled.
Already, a bit of the canines thick rod was drooling out of his sheath. It felt overly warm to the touch, and had its' own layer of scents on it. The dragon almost drooled at the sight of it. It'd feel amazing. But, first he had to break the ice.
"Ffffuck."
Davies felt the dragon nuzzle at his rod. The soft, fleshy whiskers gently drifted across his rod, and the short mane on the dragons' head felt so, so very soft. When his tongue dragged along the underside, he couldn't help but let out a nasal whine. Even this tiny bit of stimulation had his hands balled into fists. It didn't take but a glance downwards to see he was already making a mess of the dragon, too. As his rod filled out, it leaked pre at a prodigious rate, staining the dragons dark scales a new shade.
Feeling the dragons' tongue along his rod was a lot to handle. His legs shook, and he didn't trust them for a moment. A pair of paws on his hips told him that Rahrn didn't either. Another glance downwards, and he was just in time to watch the dragon take his rod to the root. He was achingly hard, and his knot was already slowly inflating. Hopefully the dragon didn't mind swallowing... or knew to get out of the way first.
"D-don't take too much now. Be careful." Davies managed to stutter a sentence together.
Rahrn rolled his eyes. As if he would give up the treat in his muzzle. Already it was leaking onto his tongue, leaving a salty, and somehow fruity taste. With the canines' own essence leaking down his throat, he almost felt the lube wouldn't have been needed. Still, rather safe than sorry. But, there was time enough to worry about walking straight later. He focused on cramming every inch of the mutts' rod into his throat. The dragons' own felt cramped in his tight pants, but that didn't matter. Could be taken care of later. Besides, the payoff would be so much better with that knot buried elsewhere...
As much as Davies hips began to shake, Rahrn held him steady. Little did the dog know, he could pick him up easily. Well, if his estimates were anywhere near correct, anyway. His tail swept left, right, then left again. Having his nose buried in the canines belly fur barely gave him enough field of view to see that. But, as his throat worked rhythmically, he felt the knot balloon. As nice as it would be to have his mouth plugged a while...
Davies felt the dragon push him back a bit. His paws found their way to the dragons thin, yet well-built shoulders. He could feel his knot inflating, and he could see why the dragon wouldn't want that in his muzzle. But, his lips bumping up against it every time he took it into his muzzle was a good enough substitute. And, when one of his paws wrapped behind his knot, it felt even better. Davies let out his first needy groan. All this stimulation was too much, far too much for him.
It hit him like a sack of bricks filled with concrete. The wet floor barely provided any traction, either. His legs crumpled as the first pulse of many hit him. It worked its way through his body as the dragon caught him without missing a beat. A grunt of exertion, maybe, but as soon as he found himself on the floor, nothing changed. The dragon was right back at it, tongue and throat muscles pulling him roughly over the edge to a blissful orgasm.
Rahrn vacuumed up his partners' rod. He'd slipped, exactly as he thought the dog would. Those weightlifting sessions paid their worth in gold. Still, though, his orgasm hadn't stopped at all. With his lips pressed up against the knot, he gently twisted his muzzle, adding a little more stimulation. Each pulse hit the back of his throat, bypassing his taste buds. What little he did taste was salty.
Still, though, there were better places for it after he'd gotten his sample. He slowly pulled off of the rod, leaving a final kiss on the tip of the rod. Davies handpaws found their way to his head, begging him to keep that soft, warm muzzle around his breeding tool. Rahrns own wrapped around it, gently pulling, letting the last few jets string across his muzzle. It could be cleaned later but... it was kinda hot having the mutt mark his muzzle.
"Messy dragon..." Davies huffed, letting the last bit of his orgasm die out.
"Just the way I like it." Rahrn commented, leaving the mess on his muzzle for another time.
"Thanks for the blowjob, but uh..."
"You're not going anywhere until I get off. But, I have a feeling you'll like that, too."
Davies was far too relaxed to protest. With that paw still wrapped around his knot, it felt like heaven. Occasionally, his rod would add another burst of mess to the dragon. The sound of a belt clinking against the floor caught his ears. Surely the dragon wouldn't think he'd be ready to go again already?
"Are you sure you don't want to let me get that?" He sat up a bit.
"Nope." By the time he'd even asked, the eastern dragon already yanked his pants off.
That wonderful pressure left his rod as the needy dragon revealed more of his lithe form. Like all easterns, he was somewhat skinny. But, unlike most others, he had a bit of muscle on his form. Not enough to look grotesque, but enough that he looked strong. It added to his lithe figure, making him even more attractive than his dark-colored scales let on. Still, even with the eye candy, there was no way the german shepherd was going again this quickly.
Rahrn threw the rest of his clothes onto the pile, twitching his tail out and away from the last vestiges of his pants. He'd be more than willing to wait as long as his partner needed, but... There was no reason he couldn't give him a show while they waited. The lube was already at hand, and he squeezed a bit onto his fingertips. His own ridged, pointy rod already hung out of his sheath at full attention. The lubed paw found its' way to it, and began to softly stroke it. Even with the tiny amount of lube, it made the sensation that much better. The dragon didn't leak as much as the canine did, and so, the lube had its' work cut out for it.
Davies watched the dragon as he began to jerk himself off slowly. While he wasn't usually one for watching others do it, this was an exception. So long as he didn't think he was going to claim his ass. As attractive as the dragon was, he'd be the sub tonight. All the same, when the dragon applied a bit of lube to his other handpaw, it seemed he had the same thing in mind. The purplish goo smooshed between his fingers, making them wet and sticky. He watched as the dragon spread himself open, using his fingers to gently poke and prod.
Of course, it was a bit more of a show when the dragon began to turn around. His tail tip had a bit of fluff on it, and he dragged it under Davies' chin. Following that long, extended bit of bone and muscle brought his gaze right back where Rahrn wanted it. First one finger, then two... it only took a few moments to warm up to three. The dragon hiked his tail up and out of the way, watching over his shoulder. It almost looked as if he were going to go for four, but he stopped. Davies heard the plastic tubes' cap pop again.
A generous amount of lube would make sure he could walk later, Rahrn figured. He smeared it over his paw, practically soaking it in the stuff. He pushed his bodyweight back a bit, feeling the canine still as stiff as earlier. The mutt may not think he was ready yet, but his knot had deflated, and was still harder than steel. A pair of paws found their way to his hips, resting there. The rod fit easily between his cheeks. What little lube had leaked out of the dragon lubed things up a bit, but it wouldn't be nearly enough.
With the short bit of foreplay over, he crouched above the canines' lap. His handpaw worked the lube onto his shaft, stroking gently, and evenly. It didn't take many strokes before it shined with the sheen of the wet, sticky lube. His ears heard no complaints as the dragon squeezed at where the knot had been. It'd inflate again, obviously. But, this time, it'd be right where Rahrn wanted it.
"I... think I'm ready to go again." Somewhere behind him, Davies almost mumbled.
"Good." And he wasn't going to go easy on the canine.
Without missing a beat, he pointed the pointed rod right towards his ass. The dragon crouched a few inches lower, and grit his teeth a bit. The pup panted so heavily, he could feel it on his back. Even with the prep from his fingers moments before, it was tough going. He breathed deeply, letting the first inch of many slide in.
Again, Davies knew that the dragon had no qualms with taking what he wanted. His toned ass was even better than his muzzle had been. If his muzzle had felt heavenly, then his rear was extradimensional. The pressure squeezing on his rod from every angle felt amazing. The warmth was an added bonus. Still, he was so tight, he could almost feel his heartbeat. He could definitely already feel his inside him, heh. Felt like his heart was going to explode, and his eyes were already rolled back from pleasure. His paws gently kneaded at the tight muscles in the dragons' lower back. They felt like iron underneath the scaled skin.
"Ease up... as much as you want it, you're far too tight." Davies suggested.
"Always... like this.... Feels amazing though." Rahrn panted.
His tongue was already lolling out of his muzzle. If his partner hadn't fucked in a while, then the dragon certainly hadn't gotten fucked in a while, either. And with his usual cadre of friends-with-benefits back in town... the visit here left that need unfulfilled. This though, was more than taking care of that. The thick bitch-breaking rod in his ass stretched him open, and felt so satisfying. His handpaw glided across his own rod, only gently stroking. He wanted as much of his pleasure to come from the cock in his ass as possible. The finale was going to be much better that way.
It felt nice to have the two-toned dog knead at his lower back, and his muscles relaxed. The response was immediate as he dropped back down, impaling himself on thick dog meat. Another few inches slid right in. A spurt of pre tickled his innards, and Davies began to take his own initiative. It was awkward going, but he pushed up and into the dragon each time he dropped downwards. Burying more and more of his bone inside his partner.
"You want it... you've got it."
Davies pushed his hips upwards slowly. Rahrn still set the pace, but he added to it. The feeling of the eastern wrapped around his rod was too much to take passively. His paws didn't roam, instead opting to 'assist' the dragon in fitting more and more into him. He pulled downwards, and the dragons' handpaws laid atop his own. With each roll of his hips, he took more and more. But, Davies' had no more length to give. The dragon had finally taken him all the way to the root. Even his where his knot would be was buried inside him. And what an experience it was! The rhythmic contractions of his throat were on par with this, but this had so many other perks, it was beyond comparison.
The aching burn finally subsided as Rahrn dropped into the mutts' lap. The itch under his tail was filled, for now. But, satisfying that set off a bit more than just satisfaction. He still needed more. More that he'd get, and easily. He speared himself on the dog, setting a blistering pace. Davies more than complied, redoubling his efforts. His legs were already shaking from the exertion. Luckily, his partner was more than ready to take some of the effort onto himself instead.
Rahrn yelped as he was pushed onto his hands and knees.
"Well aren't you the needy little sub, hmm? That position doesn't do best for that." Davies' breath was hot on the back of his neck. And his paws were roaming all over his body.
"Agreed. 'Bout time you took part in the tango." Rahrn jabbed at him.
"Well, since you need it so bad... why don't you tell me how much?" A tongue licked along the nape of his neck. Davies stayed frozen in place, and that wonderful, filling feeling stopped.
"Don't stop... hnnn. Please, keep going!" The dragon whined.
"Well, you said please so-" He slammed himself in. If the dragon wanted a rough fuck, then he was going to get it.
He hauled the tail up and out of the way, and then his hands settled on the dragons' hips again. This time, though, he gripped them with a vengeance. He shoved himself into the lithe, submissive little bitch underneath him. With every thrust, his handpaws pulled him back onto his rod. Fast, rough, and dominating. That was what he wanted, and so that was what he was going to get. Davies growled in his ear, a deep, rumbling sound.
It was all Rahrn could do to keep himself from being fucked into the floor. The canine plowed him roughly, having little regard for his comfort. Every thrust shifted his paws a bit, and stretched him open wider and wider. His knot was forming again, and Rahrn knew exactly where it was going to be lodged. It was exactly what he needed, and he let himself submit fully to the rough, dominating german shepherd. Cute little moans, whines, and huffs fell out of his muzzle, to contrast the canines rough growls and panting.
"Grrr... Where you want it?" Davies growled. He'd make the choice for the dragon if he didn't hurry up.
"Inside! Fill me uuu-ahh!"
Davies began to knot-fuck the dragon no sooner than he spoke. Each thrust was a heavy effort, but the stimulation of having his knot pop into, and out of the dragon was intense. As much as he had thought he'd only go once, Rarhn knew how to push all his buttons. Twice would be easy. Three times though... pended on how long they wanted to stay stuck together. One knotting was definitely going to happen, though. And soon, at that.
Rarhn panted heavily. The sudden switch in his partners' behavior let him submit with no hesitation at all. He'd take the lead when needed, but... It was so much nicer to let someone else take charge. And he was doing exactly that with every thrust into his well-used ass. The lube helped, but he had no doubt that, despite his earlier preparations, he'd be walking funny a while. All the better. It'd leave him with a reminder of the wild, rough sex he was having right now. His prostate felt abused, but he still hadn't popped. Even so, even the light touch of his hand was almost overstimulating. Each shove of that knot into him though, brought him closer and closer...
"Ngh, better hope you've got room in there." Davies growled, and mouthed at his neck. A mating bite wouldn't do, but damn if he didn't want to.
A few more rough, erratic thrusts later, his knot inflated to its' full size, locking them together. That didn't stop either of them from pushing onto the other though. Davies hunched over Rarhn, running his paws gently along his belly. His mane rubbed against his fur, and it was a nice contrast to his scales. But, that was just a distraction. Davies found what he was looking for, rubbing his hands along the dragons' hips. A soft gasp, breaking the continuous sound of his submissive little sleeves' panting.
"Please be gentl- aAAAH!"
Davies thought he was gentle, but even stroking gently was a bit much for the dragon. Luckily, he was as close, if not closer. As he felt the dragons' first jets of seed spurt forcefully out of his rod, he was adding his own to his ass. He grunted with every quarter-thrust into the lizard. And, with every thrust, he punctuated it with another gentle tug. The eastern moaned wantonly as he rolled his hips back onto the canine. They both saw stars, making their own messes simultaneously. But, as the dragon began to taper off, Davies was still going strong.
"God... damn..." He barely managed to swear between heavy, panting breaths.
Rarhn pushed back, lifting the canine with ease. His paws kept Davies knotted inside of him, but he shifted around a bit. It wasn't until the canine was on his back on the floor did he stop. He rotated around, shifting the knot inside him until he was laying on the canines stomach, nuzzling at his neck. A bit of seed matted his partners' fur, but both of them were too far gone to even care a jot.
"Thank you... a lot." Rahrn whispered into his ear, planting small nuzzles and kisses on his neck.
"Needed that?" Davies folded his hands behind his head.
"More than you know."
He laid there a moment, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss. The knot only added to it, and made it last so much longer. It gave him long enough to think up something to say, as well.
"Thank you, though."
"Hmm?" Rarhn looked a bit sleepy, but glanced at the canine.
"You helped me more than you know."
"Glad to hear it. Now, as soon as this knot goes down... maybe I get you my number?" A cocky grin split the eastern dragons' muzzle.
"Oh hell yes. Having this to look forward to every once in a while would make the rest of the year easier."
He chuckled, and Rarhn smiled warmly. They'd both get something out of this arrangement. But, for now, they could only wait while they rode out the knot. But, after that... since he was already going to be sore, a round three couldn't hurt that much.
Maybe a few more after that, too.
...-Fin?
(Authors' Notes. Well, here's a little side piece to Tales From Mianka. While Richard and Sal are getting acquainted with each other, this guy couldn't catch a break! Well, until this eastern dragon came by and... Well, you already know the story, you read it! Anyway, thanks for reading, and don't forget to fav, vote, comment, and watch if you want more content like this!
Would also be helpful if you voted in my strawpoll! Here's the link.
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Anyway, I was planning on this one being a bit shorter, but oh well. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!)
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PMD Fan Fic: Tough Bunny Teacher by ReynartWrites
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So, here it is, my first attempt at a PMD fan fiction, that I wrote near the end of last month to fill a healthy backlog. I'm close to finishing that erotic twine project so look forward to that. - The early morning sun was coming over the horizon and the orange rays splashed into the room and over
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"Adventure",
"Creampie",
"Deep Penetration",
"Fanfiction",
"Impregnation risk",
"Love",
"M/F",
"Pancham",
"Pokemon",
"Pokemon Mystery Dungeon",
"Relationships",
"Romance",
"Size Difference",
"lopunny"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143549-pmd-fan-fic-tough-bunny-teacher
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The early morning sun was coming over the horizon and the orange rays splashed into the room and over the bed and form of Panna the Pancham. Feeling the sudden heat on her head, she got up from the mess of hay that was her bed and stretched wide taking a piece of hay to place it in her mouth and chew before yawning, claws scratching through the mess of black fur on her stomach. Already she could hear the sound of other pokemon bustling in the other rooms getting ready to work for the day, but she simply stood in her room with a sigh. She was the last rookie that hadn't gotten a real assignment, and the only one of her friends who hadn't evolved. She had been training every night and day, but she wasn't ever allowed to head out to dungeons for proper exploration. Panna could only wonder why they wouldn't give her some real assignment, perhaps it was the fact that even during simple tasks she'd fumble and stumble with her clumsiness or that she was just a small pancham and not even showing any signs of growing any stronger any time soon. Perhaps it was time to pack it in for good. Picking her black neckerchief she looked at it, ruminating whether it was time to go or not. She had taken up this neckerchief with such pride when she had just come into the guild, and now she was thinking about leaving. During her dower thoughts, a sudden voice from the entrance of her room woke her from her stupor with a yelp, "Hey! Are you Panna?"
Panna turned quickly and her heart skipped as she saw one of the instructors standing there at her doorway, Gear the Lopunny, "Uh, yes, yes I am sir." She replied after recovering after her initial shock.
Gear grinned and adjusted the fiddler's hat on his head before pointing to her, "You're with me today."
Her face burned with embarrassment at the prospect of being recruited by a veteran explorer, "Uh, excuse me, sir? I-I'm only a rookie, I don't really think I'm fit to be in your team."
Gear waved her off, "None of that, besides, I'm here t'bring you up under my wing...Arm, bring you under my arm to teach you the ropes! Everyone tells me you've been havin' some trouble so I'm taking you with me to make you into a real explorer, trial by fire style!"
Panna grimaced at that one, "Uh, trial by fire?"
"Trial by fire! That's right! I've already gotten the permission from the guild to take you on some actual jobs. I'll be with you every step of the way, but don't expect me to pamper you."
Panna felt her eyes growing wide as Gear mentioned actual jobs, "Really?! Real jobs? No errands?!"
Gear grinned and gave her a thumbs up, "That's corrrrrect! Don't get too excited, though, these will be dangerous just to push you out of the nest. So, whaddya say?"
Panna looked down at the ground, her eyes still wide as she mulled over the idea of being taken by the instructor to dangerous places for the sake of learning. She thought of how difficult it would be, of how dangerous it would be. She could seriously get hurt if she wasn't careful on real missions and she had already proven to be a clutz, but, but she would have the instructor with her. Her heart fluttered just a bit at that thought, he would be watching her every step of the way and she could certainly impress him if she tried her hardest and did everything correctly, but what if she failed? Would he see her as a failure? At this point she probably was seen as a failure, so what was there to lose? With a shaky breath she took her black neckerchief in both of her paws and tied it around her neck, looking up into the red eyes of her instructor and saying with determination, "I say, don't take it easy on me!"
Gear leaned to slap a paw on the brave pancham's shoulder, "Good! I like that answer. Today we'll go on your first real job together. Show me what you're made of!"
"I won't let you down!"
With new energy and life, Panna set off to work with her new mentor not expecting that it would perhaps be the most daunting trial of her life as a rookie.
Panna's first job ever seemed simply enough. Explore a flooded cave and retrieve a specific item, so she wasn't so scared. She also had Gear with her just in case things got too rough for her to handle so she was confident that she could take on anything that showed up.
In the middle of their exploration through the watery cave, a violent swampert appeared startling the small panda pokemon nearly out of her fur, "W-wait! I thought you said this was a basic mission!"
Gear laughed, "The request is simple enough! But we're in some dangerous territory, think fast if you don't wanna bite it!"
Panna thought fast with her little legs. She leaped aside as the swampert fired off a jet of pressurized water that slammed into the wet rock where she had just been standing and created a small crater, her eyes wide as she brought herself back up to her feet, "Are you insane! I can't even hurt this thing!"
Gear pointed towards their enemy, "Then give it your all! I told you this would be a trial by fire, and I meant it. Show me that you at least have the bravery to face down a challenge."
Panna grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes, this was absolute madness! There was no way she was going to be able to beat that huge thing, but she didn't want to appear weak. Trembling she let out a yell and charged in to drive her fist into the blue hide of the swampert's thigh. Her fist crashed against the pokemon's thigh with a soft thud and when she looked up the swampert tilted his head and brought his arm up to strike down at her, but as his arm came flying down the enemy pokemon was sent flying into the wall by a blur of brown and cream colored fluff. In the place of the swampert stood Gear with one leg hiked up, "Let's get this straight! You're going to try with all your might to get through this place, but if anything too dangerous shows up I'm not going to leave you in the dust. We're a team, and part of understanding what makes an explorer is to learn how to rely on your teammates. Right now we're not teacher and student, we're full-fledged explorers on a single unit! Got it?!"
Panna's eyes sparkled as she looked up at the lithe and yet powerful form of her teacher, they were a team? From her daydreaming she was suddenly awakened as Gear repeated himself with gusto, "I said, do you got it Panna?!"
Panna came out of her own thoughts and stood up straight saluting, "Yes sir! We're a team through and through!"
Gear grinned and pointed in the direction of the nearest tunnel, "Then lead the way and show me what you're made of! If you can't fight then you can at least lead and show me your sense of direction!"
Panna brought her fist to the air and with new vigor began to head down the nearest path. She was leading, she was the one in charge, she would show her teacher that she wasn't a lost cause. Even if it was dangerous, she had herself a good teammate and someone she could rely on, she couldn't underestimate that, and if it came down to it, she would fight too!
From behind, Gear watched with a small smile. His latest pupil was a bit of a weakling, that was for sure, but she had enough gumption that he figured he could make something out of her. Working as a team was an important part of being an explorer, even solo explorers knew how to rely on others now and then, but more importantly, she wasn't cut out for that type of battle, and knowing your limits was just as important, although, it was kind of funny seeing her punch a huge pokemon like that in the shins just to impress him. He'd have to watch her closely to make sure she didn't do anything silly in the name of impressing him.
Their journey through the flooded caves went much smoother now that everything was established, the mystery dungeon presented many frightening pokemon, but Panna faced them with as much bravery as she could muster, and even helped by serving as a distraction. Even if her moves weren't getting much of a workout, her legs were as she darted from side to side to avoid pokemon of all sizes. Occasionally while walking she'd stumble or trip with her usual clumsiness, but she didn't let it deter her from leading the way, in fact, it seemed that they were getting to where they needed to be with ease!
When they finally reached the fifth floor they found the item they needed, a pretty gem that grew off of the walls of the deeper portions of the cave. When Panna harvested the item needed, Gear gave her head a pat, "Good work, let's head back now and grab some grub. You deserve it."
Panna beamed with confident and nodded. Both of them used their explorer badges to teleport out of the dungeon and back home where they would take a deserved break, Panna both proud of herself and excited for the future.
Back at the guild, Panna felt her legs turn to mush from all the dashing about she had done, but it was a pain that filled her with a certain swell of pride as they turned in the item needed and were rewarded accordingly. Their meal was big that night and other's around the large dining table asked her about her adventures with Gear. She wasn't really sure what to say at the moment, she wasn't used to being put under the spotlight, so she only said that it had been pretty scary and told them about her encounter with the swampert. When finally she was back at her room, the stars were twinkling through her window, her eyes reflecting that light as she smiled and sat back on her bed.
At the entrance to her room Gear knocked at the stone and said, "Hey, get yourself some good sleep, tomorrow we'll be going on a job you can actually fight in. You did well with the navigating, so be proud of that f'sure!"
Panna smiled happily, "Yeah! Thanks for everything Gear. I don't even care if we fight a legendary, I'll definitely be okay so long as I'm with you."
Gear scratched at his chin, "Geez, don't need to flatter me like that, besides, give yourself some credit. Anyway, g'night and sweet dreams."
Panna went to sleep that night feeling tired in a good way, exhausted from a hard day's work and satisfied with progress, excited for the next day.
The next day she woke up bright and early, ready for the day, and ready for another tough mission. This time herself and her lopunny instructor were heading out to a dungeon in the woods for some actual training on another retrieval quest. This time she wasn't as scared of the dungeon, and more than that, she was doubly confident in her abilities to lead this time. Gear followed behind her and watched with a glint in his eye as his pupil encountered her first battle. She used the speed she had gained before to take out her enemies admirably, and only ever struggled once or twice during the first floor. This time she would need that determination that she seemed to be radiating because they needed to head all the way down into the dungeon's deepest floor to find what they needed.
About halfway through the dungeon, Panna's stomach growled. She checked through her bag and cursed quietly, she had forgotten to take food with her, but when she turned around, Gear was brandishing two apples with a smile on his face, "Hah, remember to be prepared next time, but a team looks out for each other, right?"
Panna reached up to take the apple with a grin, "Right!"
The pair sat side by side in the grass eating. Both Panna and Gear had made sure the coast was clear before sitting down, but now that they were in the clear it was fine for them to take a nice break. Gear decided to take this time between the two to ask his pupil, "How are you holding up?"
"Hm?" Swallowing what was in her mouth she answered, "I'm doing great! I don't think I've ever been so excited. I actually fought on my own! I mean...I'm not evolved, but it's nice to see I can do something."
Gear leaned back, holding what was left of his apple to the canopy of trees, "Y'know, I was just a little Bunneary for a long time and I worked hard every day to be tough just as I was, so no one would or could underestimate me. I'm still workin' at that since some new poke's think I'm a little cute hah!"
Panna smiled just a bit at that, "Well, you're more than just a little cute."
Gear turned his head, his floppy ears raised as he noticed that his pupil was staring at him with dreamy green eyes, a certain twinkle in them. Tilting his head and raising a brow he had to wonder and ask, "More than just a little cute? Is that a confession? Y'know we're teacher and student right?"
Panna felt her body turn aflame as she turned her eyes away to stare at the apple in her lap, "Uh! I mean, not really, a-and I mean....We're not just teacher and student out in the field, you said it yourself. We're a team."
Gear laughed, "You're right about that one! And if it isn't a confession then what is it huh?"
If her face would have burned anymore, she surely would have caught fire, "I-It isn't anything at all! I was just making a comment, you're cute, you look really cute, you're more than just that, I mean, everyone says it!" The more she talked the more she felt herself sinking, a hot wash of shame accompanying the hot embarrassment burning through her body.
Gear grinned, the worst part of his nature getting the best of him as he continued teasing his precious student, "So folk talk about me behind my back? Huh, you do too I'm guessing? What does everyone say? Am I sexy?"
Panna squeaked, "What? Oh no! I don't know, I just hear occasionally. You're really popular with most everyone."
Gear gave her a nudge of the side with his elbow, "Most everyone? How about you?"
Panna shivered and scooted away just a bit, "Uh, I guess...I just..."
Gear saw the way she recoiled and heard the way she seemed to lose the ability to speak and suddenly he felt pretty awful for teasing so much and so he sat back and sighed, "Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to push your buttons so much. I just thought it was cute the way you reacted."
Panna breathed in before puffing out, "I really, really like you."
Gear tilted his head, "Come again?"
Panna shut her eyes tight as she repeated the words, "I-I really really like you. You're not only just cute, but you're so strong and encouraging too! I mean, even before I got to know you I'd see you and think about how amazing you were. I know it sounds dumb..."
Gear smiled just a bit, "Well...That's cute."
Panna opened an eye, "Cute?"
Gear chuckled, "No one's really ever openly confessed like that, especially not a student. You're a special one that's for sure. Never seen a weak rookie look at a swampert and actually try to punch it. I like it! You're full of spunk and perfect for exploring and maybe, just maybe hooking up with my team permanently. I mean, when you're more experience and if you're willing to teach others."
Panna's eyes opened wide and she turned to face her instructor, "Really?!"
"Yeah, I don't see why not! You've got the attitude, you just need the confidence and experience! Just keep up with me and I'll bring you up to be a great explorer."
Panna gushed as she forgot herself and leaped into the arms of her instructor, squeezing him gratefully and pressing her face to his chest, "Thank you thank you thank you! I can't wait to keep going and show you that I'll be just as tough if not more than you!"
Maybe she was already tough enough because those small arms of hers were doing a number on his sides as she gripped and squeezed the life out of him with that embrace, but he let her hug him, it wouldn't hurt to let her indulge a bit, besides, he wasn't sure if she realized it herself what she was doing.
When she finally did realize what was happening, she blinked and looked up at him before looking away bashfully, "Oh, sorry. I just, I got really excited and, I don't mean anything by it. I mean, you're really soft though, but uh, that shouldn't really matter."
"I'm soft huh? Wanna keep on feeling?"
Panna looked to him with wide eyes before questioning, her throat feeling dry, "U-uh what?"
Gear chuckled, why not have some fun? It could be a good bonding experience, "Go ahead and keep touching if you want, just not as tight, sometimes I'm a lil' frail."
Panna's ears twitched, her eyes looking down at his body, noticing how close they were together, her paws feeling through the fur of his chest as she shivered, perhaps she shouldn't have, perhaps she should have just backed away, but he did offer. Following her desires, she continued running her digits through the fur of his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath, her eyes growing wide as he brought suddenly grabbed upon her rear and leaned down to whisper, "You don't mind if I feel in return right? Only fair?"
Panna swallowed the lump in her throat before she was able to respond, "Of course not."
When her permission was given, she yelped as she suddenly felt the digits of her teacher slipping between her legs rather than just against her rear. She shivered and let out an embarrassing squeak as she felt his digits brushing ever so lightly against outer lips of her pussy. Too quick! He had moved far too quick for this kind of thing to be happening, and yet she found herself melting to his touch, her own paws shaky as she tried her best to keep herself up against his body.
Unable to face him, she looked down and away from his gaze only to see that his cock was twitching and firm between them. She gasped and pulled back, falling out of his lap with a huff as her back hit the grass. Gear only chuckled and moved over her, the tip of his cock against her crotch as he spoke, "Scared ya? Sorry, now that I'm riled up I can't really control myself, but y'know, if you told me to stop I'd just take care of this behind a tree or something."
Panna's eyes were locked on her instructor's cock which was twitching and brushing against her crotch, even without her permission he began to grind himself against her, his shaft brushing against her cunt causing her to twitch and let out a warm breath. She tried her best then to answer, "I mean uh...This...This is just another part of training right?"
Gear grinned at that one and brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, one paw holding her gently, the other easing his cock inside of her as he teased, "Then I won't hold back."
Panna wasn't sure what he meant, but soon her mind was elsewhere as he edged himself inside of her, the tip of his cock pushing past her moist folds and into her cunt with ease. Already she could feel a burning desire for more as he pushed and pressed to her wet insides, inch by inch more of his cock pushing inside of her until at least half of his thick shaft was in. Breathing out she looked between them, unsure of why he had stopped, but just when her mouth opened to question why, he bucked roughly and stuffed the rest of his cock inside of her virginal hole. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a shaky moan as she felt her insides suddenly stuffed by every single portion of her teacher's cock.
Without warning, he began to pump in and out of her with a furious agility and passion that had her mind cloudy and her heart pumping. Her insides clamped tight onto the cock inside of her as Panna tried her best to regain her composure, but it was too late for that. Her moans practically echoed in the forested area around them, her eyes shut tight with embarrassment just before opening wide to his lips on hers as he leaned down to bring her mouth to his. Her eyes then became half-lidded as she shuddered and accepted not only his passionate pounding but his loving kiss and tongue brushing against her own.
With his kiss he began to slow down, giving her a moment to breathe before suddenly picking up the pace again, his hips moving back and forth to pump his cock inside of her. Panna could only moan and claw at the ground and grass around her as she felt her insides grow wetter with her own pleasure and the hot pre she felt dripping inside of her pussy from the tip of his twitching cock. She hadn't expected to experience this, let alone with her teacher, but here they were out in a dungeon of all places mating as if they had lost their minds to lust.
Again Gear paused, this time taking his lips from hers to speak in a soft tone, "Y'holding up alright?"
Panna, broken out of her pleasured state, shivered and answered, "Y-yeah, keep going...You don't have to hold back." She wasn't sure if she would regret those words or not, but so far she felt confident that she could handle anything he had to throw at her.
Gear in return grinned, feeling his entire body grow hot as he began to rock his hips. At first, his thrusts were slow and gentle, but bit by bit they accelerated until his hips were pumping his cock inside of her rapidly and without pause. His rough bucking to her was fueled by her moans and little squeaks that sounded off, the way her body writhed beneath him and the way she occasionally called out his name for more. It brought him close, oh so close, and it showed in the way that his cock twitched and throbbed inside of her. At this point, he wasn't sure if he should pull out or not, but then again, she did say not to hold back.
Panna was in the middle of her own climax as she moaned aloud with a shiver. She couldn't hold herself back from all the sensations that were hitting her at once, and just when she thought perhaps she may get a break from new and striking sensations, a flood of warm thickness poured inside of her that had her eyes growing wide and her entire form shuddering, her spine tingling from the new sensation of being filled with seed.
Gear took a breath and a moment to look down at his handiwork. The Pancham student laid there shivering and panting, her eyes half-lidded and her pussy practically dripping his cum as he pulled out. Perhaps that would be enough to plant his seed in her womb, but ah well, only time would tell.
That night Panna hid herself underneath the hay of her bed, groaning aloud. Not only had she made her crush known to the teacher, but he had taken her first in such an embarrassing way. How could she face him again? Sure they had gotten through the dungeon afterward without trouble, but would he really even want to see her again? Could she face him? It was during those thoughts that she heard his voice at the entrance of her room, Panna's head poking out beneath the hay, "Hey! Panna, good work out there today. Tomorrow will be just as rough so don't you forget to get a good night's sleep, and oh, I'll see about getting us shared rooms...Y'know, for nightly training."
With a wink, Gear left Panna lying in her bed flustered and unsure of what would happen. At the very least she was getting stronger, and at the same time, it really did feel good to be with him.
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Training the Jock Part 1 by GabrielClyde
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An old post I killed but have reposted. A group of girls, soccer players but ignored by their school, get revenge on one of their brothers a cocky colt in ways he is unlikley to forget but enjoys far too much. Their ringleader, a big cow, has more in store for our poor colt. Lots of femdom, for
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[
"Anal",
"BDSM",
"Bisexual",
"Blackmail",
"Bondage",
"Bovine",
"Cervine",
"Cow",
"Cunnilingus",
"Deer",
"Dildo",
"Doe",
"Domination/Submission",
"Equine",
"F/F",
"Feline",
"Femdom",
"Filly",
"Horse",
"Leopardess",
"Lesbian",
"M/F",
"M/F/F/F",
"Mare",
"Minotaur",
"Oral",
"Orgasm Denial",
"Pain",
"Pegging",
"Piercing",
"Revenge",
"School",
"Stallion",
"Teenagers",
"Young",
"colt",
"fuck"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145829-training-the-jock-part-1
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The four girls were feeling no pain, thanks to a suitable amount of vodka and lemonade. All of them had some bruises, and their bodies ached in places, but victory was it's own painkiller, and with the addition of some alcohol, they were on a high.
They were members of their school's female soccer team, and the team was a roaring success. They had just dispatched their bitter rivals on a Friday after school on their home ground, and the four had come back to one of their number's home to celebrate.
The selection of their location for a bit of a party was an easy one; Terri had a pool, a nice big house, and her parents were out for the evening. For the four seniors, it was a no brainer.
After a dip in the pool, minus clothes, they had returned to their star midfielder's room to talk. The filly was a good talker at school, though in this company she tended to shut up. That was because their captain, and their natural leader, was in session.
Maria was an imposing figure. The cow was eighteen but could pass for older if she wanted, and in fact she often did, as her fake ID was the source of their stash of booze for the evening. Big, broad and imposing, she was an unstoppable force in the penalty area, a striker to be feared with a header that was responsible for a full third of their goals this season. She was a force of nature on and off the pitch.
The other three were impressive in their own ways; Terri the tall and athletic filly, a paint mare with a big smile hiding a fierce intelligence and a real determination. The enigmatic leopardess Jelena, intense and dark, a Serb with a slight accent even after several years, and a very Serbian sense of humour, who played a shut down role in defence with uncompromising toughness. And finally, the doe Gabriela, fast on her hooves, bubbly and full of jokes, a threat on the wing or in class where she liked to pull practical jokes.
Even amongst these three though, the cow was in charge. All deferred to her, even Jelena, though when asked why she usually just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Jelena did not like explaining herself, to anyone.
On this Friday night, under the influence of the release of victory, and the booze, they began to mutter; and the things they muttered about were grievances long held in check.
"So, anyone think we will get any kudos in school at all?" The question came from the filly Terri, but they all knew the answer. Scowls and curses were the norm. As always, it was Maria who voiced their thoughts.
"Nothing. Fucking nothing. The football team has a crap season, but all they need is one win and the whole school falls at their hooves. They get everything they want, all the money, all the attention, whether they do any good or not, and we get zilch."
Their anger built with a few more sips, and the targets broadened and merged. One constant remained though; and it was the male gender who was the problem.
"Your brother Dylan is on the football team Maria, does it give you the shits seeing him getting preferential treatment?" The leopardess asked it nonchalantly, with a half smile, but she knew what she was doing. Jelena liked a bit of needle.
The cow bristled. Her little brother was a bit of a sore point; she liked to protect him, on the one hand, but on the other, he was a member of the enemy.
"He isn't too bad, not one of the worst. At least he doesn't get up to the shit your brother does Terri. That colt is a problem."
The filly bristled now, not because she was protective, but because she was sick of being held to account for her brother's antics.
"What has Rick done now the fucking bastard?" it was said with long suffering grace and a nicker of disgust. They all laughed, but they all had stories.
"Well, there was fucking Samantha Rickman while he was supposed to be going out with Melissa, at her own birthday party..."
"And mooning the church social along with the quarterback..."
"And making Melissa give him head even when she didn't want to, and it made her feel sick..."
"And being a genuine, low down, scumsucking fucking bully bastard to all and sundry!"
The last came from Maria; she had her own reasons for some personal animus, and though she normally kept it under wraps with Terri, tonight she was going to town.
"You know, I saw him spying on us from his window when we were in the pool..." the leopardess said it casually, as if it was nothing, but it had the desired effect. The assembled company was scandalised; and thinking of revenge.
Maria led the counterattack.
"I don't know about you all, but I am sick and tired of these guys thinking they own the school, and thinking their shit don't stink. Everyone makes excuses for them, or lets them get away with murder. Well, not any more, not from me anyway. Who is in?"
By mutual accord it was on, and the approach would be stealthy.
In his room down the corridor, the object of their wrath tonight was blissfully unaware of his impending doom. Rick had indeed taken a quick peek at the four in the pool, and enjoyed himself in the process, but nothing there was really different to what he had seen several times. He had more than his fair share of girls falling over themselves to get into his pants, cheerleaders and all, and he didn't see any of the four as anything special. Besides, female athletes were definitely suspicious; surely they could stay on the sidelines cheering where they belonged?
Instead, and with no girlfriend currently on the horizon, he decided on some of his favourite personal time recreation. He did an intense set on his weights, until his chest and shoulder muscles popped nicely and he got some poses in, admiring his own reflection in a full size mirror in his room, and then he got down to serious business.
His self absorption prevented him from seeing his danger. A small crack had appeared in the doorway, where his four companions for the night had silently opened his door just enough, and deployed a smartphone camera to scope out their quarry.
They caught the tail end of his self admiration session, and it took a lot of control not to laugh at his bodybuilding poses and the way he grinned at the look of his own body. Oh, he was good, they all had to admit privately. A chestnut colt, with white feathering and a white blaze on his chest, and black mane, he was pretty in a boy next door way, and his muscles were impressive.
His body was the only admirable thing about him though, and as they watched, he jumped on his bed, fired up his laptop, and reached for a bedside unit, where he had already prepared some entertainment for the evening.
The bong was quite functional, but decorative, made from an old Jim Beam bottle. It's function was fairly obvious even to the slightly sheltered doe, and when he charged it up and took his first hit, the smoke filling his lungs before he puffed it out his nostrils like some teenage dragon, the look on his face was one of pure relaxed satisfaction.
He had his earphones in, watching the screen, and so missed the gasps from his sister. She was angry now all right; he had been busted once before, and his parents threatened dire consequences if he did it again. He had sworn black and blue that it was a once off, and he had learned. They had also questioned his older sister, wondering how she had let him go off the rails like this, as if she had any say in the matter. The thought of having to stick up for him again made her grind her teeth in rage.
If they could hear the soundtrack on the laptop, they would have been even less pleased. He had dialled up some of his favourite porn, and the more degrading the better he liked it. Petite girls being drilled by big studs, moaning and groaning as they were fucked, was his favourite. He had some on now and as the smoke buzzed through his body, he felt his hardon poking through his sweatpants and gave it a fond stroke.
Then his world went upside down.
The door was wide open, he saw the four girls framed in the opening, and two of them held smartphones and were obviously taking pics or film of him. The bong was by his side, his cock in his hand, and he sat there on the bed for long seconds like an idiot before the magnitude of it hit him.
"The fuck! Fuck off! What...what are you..."
He tried putting his cock away and hiding the bong at the same time, but it didn't really work. He just made it worse, upending the bong all over his bed, and letting his long horsehood slap his belly with a crack that added an excellent audio dimension to the video.
The four girls were laughing and jeering at his threats and pleas.
"Give me the fucking phones..."
He made his final mistake then, trying to use force. With four pretty strong girls all together, and all very much not minded to back off, even a football stud like Rick was on a hiding to nothing. When you added the fact that the leopardess was a black belt, he was toast. Jelena in fact did enjoy grabbing his flailing wrist and pulling it round behind his back, adding a nice malicious twist of pain just for fun. With the young stallion thus suitably under their control, she looked at the cow for instructions.
"Bring him back to Terri's room."
The little company trudged along the corridor, with a complaining colt yelping every step as the Serbian leopardess made sure he knew he was in trouble by adding extra force to her hold. By the time he arrived in his sister's room, he was one quite penitent colt.
If only he knew what was coming, he may even have begged, and at this stage, it may even have helped. Alas for Rick, this was not to be his night.
He was forced to kneel before them, and his rapid breathing masked a mix of fear and anger. He looked at his sister for help, but she was clearly not going to be his saviour tonight. She looked the angriest of all.
"So Ricky...enjoying yourself?"
"What's it to you fat cow?"
The cow gave him a look of regret, pulled back a hand, and slapped his muzzle. The crac reverberated round the room, and the other girls looked stunned.
"That's for perving on us in the pool, horseboy. Not for insulting me. I still owe you...and I repeat, were you enjoying yourself?"
"No..."
The filly had brought the incriminating evidence with her. The bong now sat on her side table, and the laptop was open and playing it's High Definition version of teenage male perfection for her disgusted gaze.
She turned it towards the others, who all voiced their disapproval. The cow put her muzzle right to his and stared into a pair of terrified male eyes. He was sweating, she could scent him. And she could scent his musk, and cum. Delicious...and intriguing, as she suspected.
First she had to break him.
"Terri here tells us you were busted by your parents once before."
"So?" he managed to sound nonchalant, and injured. They weren't buying though.
"So, what do you think would happen if we showed them the footage?"
He got the message now, crystal clear. Unfortunately, he went for bluster.
"Fuck off, you are not pure fucking saints, I will just tell them it was made up, you bitches...owww!"
That got him another slap, and he subsided.
"Very silly pony. And then there is the porn..."
"What about it?" Now he was definitely uncertain. Whats wrong with porn, after all?
The four managed to look scandalised.
"The problem, Ricky, is that this disgusting shit is exactly what is wrong with all you self entitled brats and football bros. You treat girls like shit, on the screen or in life. Melissa, for example? Samantha...I know there are plenty more."
He was defensive now, and he began to whine. The cow pursed her lips. She despised weakness; though it could be useful. And in the right stud, it could be quite arousing.
She grabbed one of his soft horsey ears, so silken in her grasp, and twisted.
"Ahhhh!"
Her muzzle met his pained ear, and whispered, but loudly enough for the others to hear.
"Well, I think it's about time for you to learn some lessons Ricky. About what it's like to be treated like a piece of meat instead of a rockstar. And we are starting right now."
She made him stand, and the others watched in awe. This was something new, something wonderful, and they felt intoxicated and not mainly due to the vodka. The colt looked positively deferential now, his ear down (the one not clenched in a pair of cow fingers), his tail flat, his whole body radiating submission. And he was smelling quite beautiful.
"Now, Terri, have you got some ties, from robes or anything?"
"Y...yes, but why..."
"Just get them hon. Your brother here is going to need some restraint."
He was wearing no top, having just finished his workout, and a pair of batter sweat shorts only. As he stood, the leopardess got the hint, and bent forward to strip him of his remaining dignity. He nickered but didn't fight it further, not when the cow reminded him of the videos.
"You are going to behave yourself pony, and you are going to learn to obey, or your life is toast."
So when the feline ran her claws down his hips and thighs, he shivered but didn't complain. He even lifted his hooves so she could remove his shorts...and then again, more reluctant, when she removed his briefs.
He was very exposed, very naked, and very uncertain now. He covered his genitals with his hands, which caused the cow to slap his rump hard and pull them away, revealing his full glory.
They had to admit, he was glorious. A thick plump sheath, fat testicles contained in a delightfully low hanging scrotum, muscled thighs and abdomen, a patch of pubes just above his sheath opening, and a little trail of fuzz between his balls meeting a circle of fuzz around the base of his sheath. The cow's eyes widened, drinking him in. He would be perfect...she could taste it.
"Now colt...on the bed."
Terri was about to complain, but she was shut up with a look from Maria. Sacrificed had to be made, even if that meant her brother's despicable teenage colt germs all over her bed. He was ordered to lie back, with his hooves over the end, and his hands clasping the bedposts. They tied him down like that, arms wide, and his hooves tied to the legs at the foot of the bed. He was spread wide now, his thighs forming a nice V shape, his groin jutting up, and his whole front exposed to anything they might want. All of them were formulating ideas as to exactly what that might be, whether they admitted it or not.
He had withdrawn his cock under the multiple assaults. The cow looked at his groin, and decided that would not do.
"Ok colt...drop."
"No..."
He was still learning. Her grip on his scrotum was just painful enough to give the message, not enough to damage permanently. He screamed, and he complied. One very long, very beautiful horsecock came into view.
"Hmmm impressive..."
Maria admired it. She had seen plenty, but this one was special. She reached out as the other hung back, and caressed, running her fingers along the underside. It jerked, and it twitched, and as they watched, the teenage stud cock swelled to full angry erection, the flare spreading to it's full dimensions and pulsing to his heartbeat.
"Now girls...time to show him what it's like to be used..."
One by one they joined in the play, as he first moaned, then cried out, then sniffled in silence. It was erotic, enticing, and so very humiliating. It was also never going to make him cum. They teased, they played like he was a toy, and they left him aching but nowhere near orgasm. His balls churned, and the cow moved to them instead, cupping them and squeezing as the others played with his cock.
Even his sister...that was the worst. She had been the last, he saw, but eventually Terri reached for her brother's cock and gave a tentative stroke on his flare. He let out a whinny, and shot a glob of pre, and she recoiled...but then she returned, and instead stroked just under his flare, right where he was most sensitive, and he arched his back against the bonds and tried not to let it get to him.
The doe decided on something new, and still grinning, she kissed his nose and then licked his chest. She was fascinated by his muscles, wanting to taste each one, his pectorals, his abdominals, and finally she zeroed in on a nipple and began to suckle and nibble and he writhed in agonised arousal.
He was leaking so much, a little pool developed on his belly. The doe licked that too, and let her tongue explore his navel, and his pubes.
"Ahhh please...just let me cum, you've had your fun..."
The four girls realised how much they were getting to him; and by unspoken agreement, decided not to give him the satisfaction of release. Not yet, anyway.
For an hour they tormented him, as he became increasingly desperate. Hands on his sensitive places, his flanks, his belly, his cock, his scrotum, his nipples. Muzzles, tongues, fingers, they used everything, even his sister's own tail on the tips of his nipples which made him scream as the sensation was matched by constant pressure by the cow on his flare. He squirmed, he writhed, he begged, he moaned, and he panted, and above all he leaked a copious amount of precum. The clear liquid fascinated them all, and they felt it on their fingers and tasted.
Then the cow decided to make things interesting. First, she brought fingers well smeared in pre to his muzzle and ordered him to lick.
"You want to cum...time to earn it pony."
"Please! Please!...oh God..."
He lapped at his own precum, ignoring the taste as much as possible. Tangy, sweet...oh God.
"Now Girls, I think it's time to use this stud as he was meant to be used."
She asked the filly for mane ties. Terri was confused, but obeyed. She had plenty, nice elastic mane ties in all sorts of colours. The cow selected several, testing their strength and width, and grinned as she held the helpless stud's cock. Then she asked for something that made the filly blush; she asked for a condom. Terri muttered, but produced a packet from her bedside drawer. The cow gave her a knowing smile as she palmed them
"Now stud, you are going to get your heart's desire. You are going to get to fuck, and to cum...that's all you football studs want isn't it?"
"Yes! Oh god...just, please let me cum!"
The other three girls watched on amazed as their leader went to work. First she rolled a condom onto thepoor colt's cock. It pulsed against the latex, the flare still obvious and precum continued to leak. Then she made use of the mane ties, and not in the way they were originally intended.
Selecting two for extra strength, she doubled them over, and slipped them over the stud's cock, pulling them down, and then, as he screamed at the rough handling, over his balls. The ties sat nice and tight around the base of his cock now, an improvised cockring. She used two more to complete the ensemble, tieing off his scrotum up high against his groin. His swollen nuts bulged obscenely, and quivered in their bag, helpless and needy.
"Right stud...now, I am going to show you how to actually pleasure a woman. Get ready stud...you will be graded."
She dropped her skirt then, and stripped off her top. She unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor and stood almost naked, just wearing a pair of nickers. The colt's eyes bulged as he took in the sight of the big, strong cow, very obviously aroused. Her nickers were drenched, and as his nostrils flared, he caught the scent of cow in heat. His cock gave an involuntary jerk.
She finally dropped her nickers too, and sidled over the bound stud, letting the damp cloth cover his snout. He breathed her in as she kissed his chest, and then his chin, until she finally straddled his muzzle and let herself down onto him gradually while her hands played with his mane.
"Now stud...do it well, or I crush your puny nuts into paste."
He did his best, driven wild by the scent and now the taste of aroused cow. He lapped at her, driving his tongue into her depths and tasting thick sweet fluid, and feeling the fold swell and pulse against his invading tongue. Then under her painful urging, he found her clit, and licked for all he was worth while she bucked her hips over his snout and rode him to an orgasm that made the other girls watching on squirm with arousal. All had found their own sex, and all were furiously masturbating at this incredible sight.
Maria turned then to give them a wink.
"That's how you use a stud..."
She shuffled back, her dripping pussy now poised above his cock, and caressed his distressed organ.
"Anyone else want a go at his muzzle?"
He was perversely pleased when the doe took her place over him. At least it wasn't...no, that was too humiliating to contemplate. The doe also tried something different, straddling his muzzle facing his hooves and not the wall. She wanted a view of this while he ate her out, she knew. Gabriele liked to watch almost as much as she liked to feel it.
He tasted doe, different and more subtle, but still full of the tang of arousal. Then as he licked, she slid her groin against his muzzle and drove her pert ass onto him, her little diamond tail slapping the bridge of his nose.
He felt the wrinkled ring of her ass, tasted the funk of her, and as she pressed down on him, he also felt the incredible, much needed touch of cow on his cock. He sighed, he moaned, and as his cock disappeared into the hot wet depths of Maria's snatch, his befuddled brain wen away leaving only sensual needs behind. His tongue licked the proffered anus, and then he probed and spread the doe's anus and ate out her ass with as much force as he ate the cow's cunt.
They rode him together, slowly and without caring about him at all. Had he been able to see, he would have seen them kissing finally, the doe and cow locked in a sensual embrace over his body, using his muzzle and his cock, and his jock body for their own pleasure. They kissed, and the doe suckled on her captain's breasts and bit her nipples while the pantheress and the filly watched on in admiration and embarrassed arousal. Then the cow threw her head back and mooed and her body shook with a violent orgasm.
Maria reached back to fondle the bound scrotum of the helpless jock colt. It was so full, and so taut. She lifted off his cock, hearing him scream in desperate need under the doe as his impending orgasm died so beautifully.
By the time the pantheress mounted him, he was in agony. If someone had offered to cut off his nuts, he may have agreed.
He finally drew an orgasm from the doe, her squeals of delight so cute, and she dismounted from his muzzle daintily and gave him a long tongue kiss so she could taste her own pussy on the stud. Jelena used his cock like a dildo, her expression blank and intense, eyes closed. She rode him for a long time, wanting this first before she used his muzzle. She always liked that; she had never found a guy able to last long enough to make it this good, but the mane ties and the condom seemed to be working wonders. Her own boyfriend was in for some shocks.
She was still rocking back and forward on his straining cock when he felt another on the bed, and looked up to see darkness descend. He smelt mare; and let out a whimper as his sister lowered her snatch already drooling fluid right onto her own brother's tormented muzzle.
The scent of mare in heat went straight to his cock, and he drove his tongue in deep. She writhed over him, forcing herself right onto his muzzle and taking his tongue deeper than she knew possible. She knew it was wrong, all of it, but it felt so good, and the pantheress behind her reached forward and cupped her breasts and played with her nipples and she let herself loose on the sensations.
They both came together, the pantheress and the mare. Not the stallion though; he was lost in a world of torment with his cock on fire not quite able to reach climax, and he couldn't even beg with his muzzle drowning in mare juices.
Satisfied for the moment, they went back to teasing him, hands all over his coat. They found every sensitive spot on his body; his armpits, where they plucked his hairs with a pair of tweezers, and then his belly just above his cock, where they did the same to his pubes. Then the cow had a better idea.
"Untie his fetlocks, and lift his legs..."
He felt unyielding hands do just that, and he was bent double, with his hooves above his shoulders, and his ass open and exposed. The cow propped him up higher with a pillow, and he swallowed imagining all the terrible things they could do. If only he knew...
A grinning Maria decided on a little master class of her own. She addressed her companions, as if at a lecture.
"Now, guys are easy to control if you know how. And one way is knowing all their pressure points...oh, I know you know about the cock, their balls, and we have enjoyed Rick's nipples immensely. But you may not know about their other sensitive places."
The others looked blank, as the cow slid onto the bed and knelt next to an exposed colt ass.
"For example, a guy's perineum, right here between his balls and his ass...so sensitive."
"AHHHH!"
Rick felt the touch then, and it left him reeling. She rubbed him in his most secret places, now spread wide and exposed shamefully. It felt so good, way too good, and his cock jerked and drooled more precum into his condom as the pleasures built and throbbed. His balls swelled until it looked like the skin would split.
"Now Terri...bring me your favourite vibrator."
"No fucking way!" The filly looked scandalised, and they all laughed at her expression. Eventually however, she knew the cow wasn't bluffing. She went to a cupboard and found the offending item. She had used it just the previous night, dreaming of a certain stud. The thought of it going into her brother's ass was both intriguing and horrifying.
The cow hefted it and grinned.
"My my...nice and big too, and stallion patterned. Almost as big as mister pony here...he should enjoy it."
The colt begged now, pleaded, whined, and then, as she pressed the flare to his tightly clenched pucker, he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.
It did him no good. She twisted and pushed until the thick horse dildo penetrated his virgin pucker, the pain almost as bad as the humiliation. He wept now, but his cock twitched and throbbed, the painful penetration also feeling perversely good inside his ass. When she found his prostate, with much difficulty, he opened his eyes and let out a whinny of shock.
"There girls...a boy's most sensitive spot. Not his cock tip; his little boy nut, his prostate. Right there inside his ass, and if you can find it, you have him where you want him."
She drove the dildo in deep then and turned on the vibrator. It buzzed, the sensations maddening the lost stud. He let out a constant series of moans, every muscle in his body on fire. When she pulled it out, he didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed. His orgasm was so close.
"Then you can always improvise too...no need for a dildo..."
Thick strong cow fingers probed his wide spread hole. She stroked the ring of muscle, pressed at the opening, and as he watched horrified, she slid two fingers into his anus. Her fingerhooves found his nut again and he arched his back and let out a whinny of deepest need.
Her eyes blazed, and her companions watched in amazement as she toyed with a jock ass right there in front of him. She teased his opening, rubbing his pucker, then spreading it with fingers, letting them see his wide open straight boy hole. He clenched, then opened, then clenched as she stroked just inside his ass, fingerhooves rubbing over his most sensitive place of all.
His moan came from his hooves when she slid a third finger inside him, and his poor hole was filled painfully and completely. His cock jerked and twitched, and she fingered inside him, searching for his fat nut, primed and ready and oh so sensitive.
Then she rubbed, and rubbed, and pressed harder and harder, until he felt it coming and knew she wouldn't leave him on the edge. He could only say 'thank you...please...thank you...oh God...thank you..." as the end approached, his whole body tensed like a bowstring.
His orgasm was like a flood, leaking from the base of his cock and from his guts and tumbling from his cock in waves of pleasure and relief. It went on and on, not like a normal cum, more a constant stream, until the throb in his nut became a burn and he squirmed and his ass suddenly felt so sore.
Maria pulled her fingers out, and brought them to his muzzle.
"Lick..."
He obeyed, whining all the time, as her hand caressed his now empty balls. The message was clear, and it only took one squeeze for him to get the message.
"Any one else want a turn?"
They all did, it seemed. It was the leopardess who got him to cum the second time, her rough prodding of his sensitive nut with the dildo too much to resist. He squealed, and he came, even as he felt his sister hold his cock so she could feel the sensation of his orgasm. For Terri, it was a disturbing pleasure holding her brothers cock, knowing he was totally under her control like this. She enjoyed it; and she wanted more of the same.
They were not quite done with him yet though. First he was forced to drink his own cum, the condom pulled off his sore cock and emptied into his muzzle. They took more pictures then, of his muzzle drenched in jizz. Then they decided he deserved another little souvenir.
The leopardess was an accomplished jeweller and piercer in her own right. She had fashioned some nice ones for her fellow teammates, and they had agreed tonight to get them done in the way teenagers do sometimes when they get on a roll. She had her kit with her, a set of piercing needles, and several different rings. They had intended to get nipple rings, and they thought the colt deserved one too for being such a good sport.
The quiet Serb ignored his babbling pleas, telling him girls took this all the time without complaint. She rammed a thick 10 gague open needle through his left nipple, smirking at his scream, and threaded a nice sterling silver bar to give the colt a shiny new barbell piercing on his nipple. The vodka had come in handy as disinfectant.
Now eyeing up the bound stud, she had an even better idea.
"You know, if he is going to fuck so many girls, he should at least be modified to give them a good time because he is such a selfish fuck otherwise."
And so he found himself begging, pleading, as the leopardess held his cock with the tip of a piercing needle against his flare. She drove it through nice and slow, tasting his screams like fine wine, watching his cock pulse and throb with its own response to the touch. The cow noticed too and grinned; this colt liked it rough indeed. She had some ideas of her own.
He was given a nice curved barbell, with a quite fat ball on the end. The leopardess told him it would be very popular; if he mounted a girl like a stallion from behind, the piercing would rub her G-spot just right.
"My own boyfriend has one; only reason I keep him."
When they finally released him and let him go back to his room, he curled up in a ball and held his abused genitals. He was horrified to find he was still hard though; and when he touched the sore spot on his flare and played with his piercing, he came.
His dreams were tormented, erotic and many. And by morning, his sheets were dripping with sweat and cum, and his brain was in a world of hurt. He ate his cereal with a blank expression, and when his sister came down to join him, he picked up the wild scent of her sex and had to excuse himself. The memories were too fresh.
Terri noticed his discomfort, but not the depth of it. Instead, she called her friend the cow, and congratulated her on making her brother slightly less cocksure.
If only she knew precisely what Maria was planning, she might not be quite so unconditionally appreciative. Or maybe she would...
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Fractured Memories ending by dfeyder
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#16 of gift work - Fractured Memories Part 6 By Dustin Feyder Commissioned by Dodish Weeks pass. Things are peaceful. Since the night, I proclaimed aloud "I have seen the Mark" the mark has made very few appearances. No more nightmares, no more noises or monsters hiding in the dark
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[
"Ass",
"Breading",
"Breasts",
"Cat",
"Clit",
"Cum",
"Games",
"Heat",
"Hyena",
"Internal",
"Missionary",
"Monster",
"Pregnancy",
"Sex",
"mateing"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148033-fractured-memories-ending
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Fractured Memories
Part 6
By
Dustin Feyder
Commissioned by
Dodish
Weeks pass. Things are peaceful. Since the night, I proclaimed aloud "I have seen the Mark" the mark has made very few appearances. No more nightmares, no more noises or monsters hiding in the dark that only I can see. But still it is burned onto my mind. I have cut the symbol into the palm of my left hand to make sure I never forget what it looks like.
The next time a strange note appeared in my bed the quotation it asked was more of in order depending on the way you look at it. This time the note reads "Love me" no period, no question. Just a statement "Love me".
Things smooth over with Samur fast enough. She seems to understand that I was not trying to be off-putting with her, I am no lie, childishly unaware of the shape of a dog's body. Till Samur explained it I didn't even understand that hyenas are not wolves. Looking at them head on they look pretty much alike after all. But no. hyenas and wolves are related but they are more like cosines then siblings, sounds like hyenas might also be cosines to skunks rabbits and even cats through some sideways logic and genetic gymnastics.
I spend days walking around the vineyard, I spend some time talking to a young girl, between the two of us we start to learn each-others languages. We have fun together. Wall Samur spends her days at work I spend more than a handful of them with this hyena child running though the fields and struggling to understand one-another. She is cute, she is funny, it would be nice to have a child like her. I still haven't figured out how to pronounce her name right to me it sounds like Isis.
Six weeks into my vacation. Still nothing else strange.
Late at night Samur shows up in my bedroom. I can taste her pheromones in the air. I have taken to sleeping in the nude and am more than surprised to see her open the door and waltz in. Samur's hair is amess, her eyes glazed over with physical need. Samur drops her dress off her body and for the first time I see her body in its full glory.
Samur is covered head to toe in almost perfectly symmetrical white, tanned, and black spots. I see firsthand for the first time her naked breast, she has three sets of tits, all a glossy black, and then my eyes find her clitoris, five and a quarter inches long, the head of it oozing thick white jelly.
The shape of a hyena's vulva is like no other animal's that I know. The vulva of a hyena is attached to the end of their clitoris and comes out of front of their pelvic girdle instead of off the bottom like with a cat or wolf (from what I understand). Samur climbs onto the bed, she crawls over me. Samur doesn't talk, she forces my muzzle into her mouth. One hand slides under the covers and Samur throws the blanket off of me. Samur's legs find my hips, she tickles my chest with one hand, her other hand grips her clit and starts tugging on it till it becomes stiffened.
Samur's honey drips form her clit onto my manhood, I can't believe how quickly the hot juice smearing arouses me. I grunt, my hands hind her rump squeezing it greedily. Instinctually I pull up on Samur's hips to try to find her lips treating her like a cat. Samur lays forward correcting me, one hand still on her swollen clitoris she wiggles her unit against mine till finely the head of my penis slides into the hole at the tip of her clit.
Samur squeals feeling the ruffe hooks on the underside of my foreskin. It takes a moment for both of us to get comfortable. Samur exhales slowly, her weight rest atop me, the jelly-sleeve that is her vulva wraps around me balling up around my testacies. After I am as deep in her as I can get Samur starts to raise then drop her hips. Her vulva loosens as she lowers her weight then tightens as she pulls back, this creates a strange vacuuming feeling, her tension quickly shifts from well experienced partner to childishly tight. Even my first time I wasn't with a girl that can squeeze to firmly, and my first time I was 13 and so was my partner.
Samur is such an exotic feeling, there is nothing quite like a whet hyena sitting on top you. She keeps rested forward, kissing lustfully. Samur gets progressively faster in her thrusting, her body seals in moister, I can't help by start sweating after only a few short moments of her on my lap. I can't stop myself, after what couldn't be more than three or four minutes I find myself spraying into her sheath. Samur is not quite satisfied she places her hand on my chest and even after I finish she keeps thrusting on me. It takes another fifteen minutes before she is satisfied and allows me to fall out of her shaft. I pass out.
The fallowing few days Samur pays me a visit early in the moring to 'play' with me, she then goes to work, and at night we eat together and talk. Another few weeks' pass, Samur sees me back to the train station and doubles the pay she had already given me. I part ways with my friend, our relationship having gone farther than I had ever hoped. I will miss my friend. I can only hope we see each other again soon.
After getting home I take up a new hobby, I start writing. I find a magazine that specializes in suspense stories. I start sending in regular letters, short stories, and within 10 months I have a full manuscript ready to be reviewed.
I still find myself looking around, searching for the Mark. One day I find it. In my mail box, a box about 18"/9"/12" it is from Samur, there it is on the top of the box painted in golden lipstick it seems. The phrase "I found the Mark." Written beneath it.
I open the box to find a hand full of things in it: A C.D., a VHS tape and player, A letter folded up and sealed with wax, a rubber stingray painted pink with crab claws and a monkey like tail glued to it, and a book entitled "Mind's Eye: the Darkest Depths". It is a modern looking book like the kind you seen in gaming stores that explain the rules for complicated table top games. I think I had seen it in Samur's dungeon, but unable to speak the Hyena tongue I would never have known.
I set of the VHS player first and watch the tape. I fear I know what it is. Samur appears on the screen, she is in the dungeon the film quality is shockingly good. She is dressed in a loose fitting white gown, obviously pregnant. Samur waves innocently with a wide smile. She picks up a peace of paper form the table in front of her. It is the contract.
Samur speaks "Lovecraft, I was playing with you. I feel the need to explain everything. First, the Mark: it is a holy symbol yes, but a fake one, it is from the game 'Mind's Eye Theater', the mirror with the Mark on it and the book in my library are both forgeries I made as part of a large-scale game I was setting up. But as the game was going on I could see that I was hurting you so I stopped. The ghostly voices, that was nothing more than an atmosphere tape playing over some load speakers, and the monster in the kitchen, that was a chew toy and some makeup nothing more. Also, the ghost in our bedroom was Vidal, we set some fans under your bed and a fog machine outside your window to give her the otherworldly look. Griswold also had the grate idea to expose you to a neurotoxin Succinylchonline that should have paralyzed you and cussed minor hallucinations. "
"Lastly there is this." Samur unfolds the letter she is holding "I, Samur Ashcroft, am going to try to scare you, the undersigned, as part of a live theater event. You will be brought to a secluded location populated by actors hired by the above signed. Over the cores of this performance we may choose to utilizes: make up, prosthetics, light manipulation, radio and camera equipment, costumes and mind altering chemicals strictly within limits described by the surgeon general. We will shock and thrill you but myself and the other actors are all under order not to do in form of physical harm." She folds the letter up again setting it before her.
"the document was written in lemon based ink, it was invisible till the paper was heated. you really where nice to me Lovecraft, and I hope you would be so kind as to come see me again. Next time I will have an all new game for us to play." Samur kisses her hand then blows on it, she waves and turns of the recording.
A game, was it a game? I think hard for a moment. Maybe I do want to go around one more time. I start writing a letter back to Samur, I want to make sure I have a clean notebook on hand. I can't wait to see what she comes up with for my next visit.
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New Horizons (An Iri Keltesh story) by Doran Eirok
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I've been working with Shalmendo on a series of Star Wars fan-fiction short stories lately that he's been writing involving fan characters of ours (beginning with this one: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22467607/ ). From this process I have lately caught the bug for geeking out on Star Wars
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[
"Argothae",
"Astromech",
"Fiction",
"Freelancer",
"Mission",
"Short",
"Star",
"Story",
"Y-wing",
"droid",
"fan",
"fanfic",
"freelance",
"scout",
"wars"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150279-new-horizons-an-iri-keltesh-story
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New Horizons
An Iri Keltesh story by Doran Eirok
February 2017
Hyperspace was beautiful.
It felt like such an overdone and cliched thing to think, but it fit. The blue glow of of the hyperspace tunnel surrounded the modest Y-wing starfighter, radiant clouds interweaving in swirling patterns that might have meant something profound to theoretical hyperspace physicists. To Iri Keltesh, nestled in the pilot's seat of that fighter, it was just hypnotically beautiful. Something to gaze into, eyes unfocused, as time and light years passed by.
Iri shifted slightly in the seat to stop parts of his body falling asleep. As a member of a reptilian species known as the Argothae, Iri had had the seat specially modified to accommodate his long, tapered tail; even so, the craft was not exactly a luxury liner and the cockpit did start to feel rather cramped after a couple hours in the black of space, or the blue of faster-than-light travel.
"Ngh.... how much longer, Katie?" His voice sounded hollow in the solitary cockpit, only accompanied by a collection of instruments and controls, and the essential kit stashed behind the seat. All the same, the response came after a couple thoughtful seconds. A series of twitters and bleeps fed through the cabin's speakers. A display screen translated the sounds into Galactic Basic text, but Iri had spent enough time around astromech droids to understand their binary language by ear anymore. This one in particular; R3-422KT, or 'Katie', had first crossed paths with Iri two years previously, and they'd saved each other's lives during the frantic evacuation of Hoth.
Iri smiled at the droid's response. "Yeah I know, just starting to get stiff and stir-crazy up here. Forty minutes isn't too much longer though." He chuckled as the droid responded with an unsympathetic series of blats. "Yes, I know you have even less mobility than I do... and you don't get to move around once we get where we're going. And are working harder than I am to keep the ship steady. Alright alright, sorry I complained! You'll get a victory oil bath when we get home." Katie's irritation trilled off into a hopeful warble. "Yes. A proper service. And at Marko's, not one of those ten-cred street mechanics either."
Iri tried not to laugh aloud at Katie's contented chirps. She'd never let Iri, or anyone else for that matter, get away with taking her for granted. But at least it wasn't too hard to turn her mood around.
It was hard to believe it had only been two years since Hoth. Since then the green Argothae had continued to work with the Rebel Alliance as a hangar bay technician, servicing and maintaining a small corner of the Alliance's starfighter fleet. He'd helped prep the ships for the Battles of Endor and Jakku and numerous smaller, less pivotal ones. He'd come to know the ships and their droids, those that had them, better than the pilots themselves. This particular Y-wing that was now Iri's had pushed itself hard at Endor, dropping some of the proton bombs that helped bring down several Star Destroyers above the forest moon. Despite Iri and Katie's best efforts to keep the old bird sturdy, she'd been grounded after her first sortie over Jakku with a seized injector in the portside engine. Not a hard fix, but with the battle in full swing Iri had been forced to prioritise other fighters, and the bomber's pilot had transferred to a B-wing to continue the fighting. She hadn't come back.
After the battle, Katie and the old Y-wing were both relegated to the back corner of the hangar. Iri and the rest of the deck crew kept focus on the more modern fighters, particularly those that still had pilots associated with them. Once the small craft were all repaired and serviced and ready for their next fight, the workload became a little more erratic but lighter. Iri found himself fixing the Y-wing's plasma injector in some of his unstructured time, with help and company from the bomber's now-unoccupied droid. Once he finished the injector he found himself two thirds of the way through giving the ship a full servicing when the announcement came down that the Galactic Concordance had been signed. The Empire was no more, its forces were disarming, and the Rebellion was becoming the New Republic. They'd won.
The galaxy would be in turmoil for years to come, of course. There was now a massive power vacuum left behind by the Empire, and it would take the Republic a lot of time and resource to fill it and stabilise things. Not all of the Imperial forces had come quietly, either; remnant factions had jumped with uncertain military strength into the distant Unknown Regions of the galaxy. Not that the Republic would forget about them, but it was going to be pulled in a lot of different directions.
Iri, like most everyone who had fought with the Rebellion, had a particular stake in one of those directions. So it was later that week, as the celebrations began to calm and everyone was trying to assess the question of 'what now?' that Iri found himself sitting across a desk from his cruiser's first officer.
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"Thank you for seeing me, Commander."
"Of course. It's a big ship and everything's pretty crazy right now, but I always try to make time for the crew. Ah... you'll have to forgive me though, please remind me of your name?"
"First Technician Iri Keltesh, Sir. I'm with the One-Forty-Seventh deck crew, lately stationed here on the Kenobi out of hangar two."
"Ahh, right right. Apologies, I don't get down to the hangar decks much. What can I do for you, Iri?"
"Well Sir... I'm from a world called Rillyn. It's part of the Colony Regions, but a bit off the beaten track, not immediately on any major trade routes and not particularly strategic or well-known. Our people traded a little with neighbouring systems but mostly just lived off the land and stayed out of galactic politics and the like. When I was eight years old the Empire occupied our world. Set up a series of mining operations, forcibly relocated most of us out of our villages where we were in the way, and established a garrison. There wasn't really a fight, of course... my people were peaceful and the Empire, even only having a single Destroyer in orbit, had overwhelming power compared to anything we could muster. So we mostly tried to stay peaceful and cooperative, reasoning that they'd take what they wanted and eventually be on their way, and we'd at least still be alive so we could then work to pick up the pieces and rebuild our culture. I later found out that they've mostly been after an ore called Dolovite... it isn't even particularly rare or valuable, but from what I gather it was important to the Death Stars and Rillyn has a number of very rich deposits, so it was a cost-effective operation for the Empire. Especially with us not really putting up much of a fight."
The Commander nodded softly. "It's an all-too familiar story. The kind of which brought a lot of us to the Rebellion. I don't want to belittle the importance of this to you, but I have a lot of commitments awaiting my attention, so if you could cut to the chase pretty soon it'd be helpful."
"Of course Sir. I joined the Alliance through a smuggler network that had a presence in the Imperial supply lines for their garrison on Rillyn, shortly after the Battle of Yavin. When I left my parents were still alive, and as far as I was last aware they still are, but most of my people had been forcibly reduced to living in terrible conditions. Scrounging for supplies, growing only barely enough food to get by on land contaminated with industrial tailings, hardly any medical supplies available at all. And regularly oppressed by bored Imperial troops. Now, with the Empire fallen... their garrison has never been very large, from what reports I've been able to dig up in my spare time. A few trooper divisions, some light armour, only a token few fighters to provide air support. And being such an insignificant Imperial holding, they'll be cut off from any supplies. Whatever remnant is left of the Empire won't be bothering with them. They're alone, they're cut off from support and supply, and they'll be weary and demoralised having heard that their Empire is no more."
"I think I can see where you're going with this, Iri..."
"Sir, I know that with our victory over the Empire you must be getting stories and requests like this from half the crew, and believe me, I appreciate that the Republic is going to be stretched incredibly thin for years to come. I know that Rillyn doesn't have the strategic importance of major core worlds or population centres or industrial stations, and I know the Republic can't fly around the galaxy liberating every single world immediately. But with the state Rillyn is in, it really wouldn't take much. A single frigate, a modest fighter escort and a couple detachments of troops and weapon crates would probably be enough to break the garrison within a day, and then those resources would be freed up again for the Republic to use as needed. And... Sir, my people would be free. Please, Commander, I will beg if I have to, but please consider this, or raise it with the Captain. I just... I know there are more strategic or heavily populated planets, I know plenty of worlds have suffered far worse than mine, but... this is what I joined up for, Commander. So I have to ask."
The Commander leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his brow. With the victory celebrations starting to wane, his visible weariness reflected that felt all across the fleet. The war had been long and everyone had lost too much. "Iri... I understand you completely. And I hope you'll understand me too when I tell you, reluctantly, that I really can't promise anything. I will ask, you have my word on that. Rillyn will go on record as a world in need of liberation, but it's as you say. The Republic is just getting started, and far from a galactic navy, we only have the tired, broken remains of a Rebellion to try and reclaim and police the galaxy with. It's not enough, frankly. We'll do what we can and what we must, but I fear that Rillyn is one of a lot of worlds that's going to have to wait a while longer. It isn't fair and it isn't right, but it is what it is."
Iri stared down at the desk. He knew this would be the answer. He understood it, and he couldn't be angry at the Commander over it. Much as he wanted to. And even having known it would go this way, and having thought he was prepared for it, he still felt the tears welling up and burning in his eyes. "It would take so little..."
"You think it would. Forgive my bluntness, Iri, but you're a technician. Not a commando, not a combat strategist. And I've learned over the years that battles never go as simply as you expect, even when you're sure all the numbers line up. You think it would be quick and easy, and we could go in and liberate your world with minimal effort and loss of life. Maybe we could. Or maybe that remnant garrison is sitting on resources you don't know about, maybe there are characteristics of the battlefield that would affect the outcome in unpredictable ways, maybe your own people have lived under Imperial control for long enough that their fighting spirit isn't what you think it is. Any number of possibilities exist, which is why planning an operation isn't just a simple task of sending in a ship and a few fighters and assuming it'll all go to plan. There's scouting and intelligence gathering, mapping, planning, drawing up strategies and counter-strategies... all of which makes it a considerable investment of time and resource on the part of the Republic. And one they can't afford to not be very selective with at this stage." The Commander sighed, and to his credit he did look truly sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Iri. I truly am. And as I said, I will ask. But I will caution you not to hope for much."
Iri nodded softly, rising to his feet. "Someone once told me that this entire Rebellion was built on hope." The Commander gave a barely perceptible wince, and Iri sighed, rubbing at his eyes briefly. "I get it, Commander. I do. I understand. It's just... I know the galaxy's a better place now, and we've done a great thing by toppling the Empire... but that can all feel pretty distant and hollow when the reason you're fighting, on a really personal level I mean, is still right there, no better than before."
The Commander didn't have anything to say to that. He just kept looking sympathetic and slightly pained.
Iri shook his head a little, pulling himself together and then saluting. "Thank you for hearing me out, Sir."
"Of course, Iri. Look after yourself."
The Argothae nodded, then turned and left the room.
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Hyperspace continued to swirl past outside the cockpit windows. Katie broke the silence with an inquisitive trill.
"Mmm... yeah, just lost in old thoughts. Ten minutes? Good. Nearly there. Everything going smoothly back there?"
Katie's affirmative warble reassured him this was the case. Iri pulled his flight helmet out from its cradle behind his seat and nestled it onto his head. His black and blue flight gear, like his seat, had also required some custom work to cooperate with his tail, the shape of his digitigrade legs and feet, and his long ears and muzzle. Bits of it had come from a damaged Alliance flight suit, while other parts had, oddly, been scavenged and appropriated from captured TIE pilot gear. Just one more case of working with what was available. Once they docked he'd add a faceplate to his helmet and seal everything up as a precaution, but while the mission involved some zero gee work there shouldn't actually be any vacuum operations to contend with. Still, better safe than sorry.
The FTL tunnel was doing a good job today of making Iri's mind wander, it seemed. The conversation with his old Commander was still fresh in his mind, and reflecting on the custom nature of his flight suit brought up some of the better memories of the days that had followed.
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Iri had kept trying to be angry at the Commander, but he just hadn't been able. He did understand the wider situation, even if he hated it, and a couple days later he received a personal message that the Executive Officer had indeed brought up the subject of Rillyn's liberation with his Captain. The answer had been the expected one, but Iri did find himself grateful that the Commander had been true to his word.
All the same, it all had started Iri thinking that maybe he and the Rebellion no longer needed each other as much as they once had. It was a Republic now, and while there would still be a lot of work to do, the life of a Republic Navy technician somehow didn't hold the same appeal that the life of a Rebel technician had. It wasn't really anger at the refusal to liberate his homeworld, so much as a more general realisation that the Republic was transitioning away from something Iri felt as desperate a need to be a part of as he once had.
Equal to any of that, Iri just didn't want to fight anymore. The war was over. So many had died, including, it seemed, most of the pilots he'd tried to befriend over the years. Life on a deck crew was safer than a lot of positions had been, but even so death had felt a regular and close companion to his life for too long now. So he started talking to his Deck Officer about resigning, leaving the Republic to strike off on his own. Iri had plenty of technical skill from his work in the hangars, and he'd dabbled enough in various other roles throughout the fleet that he was confident he could make a pretty capable life for himself as a freelancer specialising in scouting, communications and information retrieval. All he'd really need would be a ship. And that got him thinking again about the battered old Y-wing and its droid in the back corner of the maintenance bay.
He'd gotten to know its workings pretty well over the past couple weeks with his adopted personal project of repairing and servicing the ship for no real reason, and the droid, Katie, had become a remarkably entertaining friend. He'd worked with her off and on for the last couple years, but it had been especially over the past week that he'd found himself bonding with her, working well with her, laughing at her statements. It felt a bit weird to be able to say with such certainty that a droid was his friend, but it was a common enough thing for technicians and pilots who spent so much of their time working with them. And, Iri reflected, in a world where life had come to seem so ephemeral and uncertain, a droid somehow managed to feel an oddly stable and reliable source of friendship for a harried hangar technician.
He brought up the question over lunch with Lt. Harley Shaan, his Deck Officer. Iri determined rather quickly that there wasn't a particularly casual way to ask a question like, "so do you have any plans for that old Y-wing in the corner?" so he pretty much just blurted it out in those words. If he'd timed it ever so slightly better he probably could've gotten Harley to exhale his coffee all over the table, but the opportunity was missed. Barely.
"That old bird? I'm inclined to say she's flown her last and will probably be decommissioned and scrapped for parts... There could be more life in there, but when you put it in terms of cost/benefit to the Republic, it's going to make more sense to put the effort into newer ships that'll have lower upkeep costs. B-wings have mostly replaced the old Y's for duty against capital ships anyway." The lieutenant narrowed his eyes slightly, peering over the table at Iri. "...But I get the sense you're about to ask me for a favour. You've been spending time around that old thing in your off hours, haven't you?"
Iri chuckled and nodded. "I only meant to sort out that plasma injector that grounded her during Jakku. And then I just kind of... kept going. Hate leaving a job unfinished. And the droid that's been assigned to it has been helping out, I think she's bored too, and has actually become kind of a downright friend."
Harley laughed. "'She,' hmm? Damn, you're already in too deep for me to save you. Honestly that R3 is pretty old too, maybe not quite as worn down as the ship itself but close to it. Probably due to be recycled as well, if not wiped and given a major overhaul. Look, let me try to save you a bunch more awkward beating around the bush. You're looking to resign, we've been through that already and I wish you the best... nothing wrong with that, you're hardly the only one looking at a career change now. The Republic owes you some severance pay, but isn't exactly rolling in spare credits right now... so I think there could in fact be an opportunity here. We can negotiate the details of course, but if you'd be willing to deduct from your severance pay something like the equivalent scrap value of the ship and the droid, maybe a little extra to help grease the wheels with the higher-ups or something... from my perspective it should be very possible to send you away with a bit less cash but that old ship and droid. If that's really what you want, anyway. Are you sure you can get her to fly again?"
Iri raised an eyeridge. "I'm near sure I already have. I mean, I haven't had her actually up in the air but I've gone over all the key systems top to bottom and all the diagnostics check out. I think she's ready to fly, pending a fuel-up."
"Kriffing stars Iri, you've been busier than I thought. What about the droid?"
"Katie's due a full servicing as well, but I thought that might be pushing things a bit too far without authorisation so I've held off."
"Hah. Well I appreciate your restraint. As I said though, she'd probably be destined for scrap too by this point, so go for it."
"Thanks Harley. I think this could really be what I need right now."
"Don't thank me until I check with Command and make sure they don't mind letting go of the old bird. But I don't see why they'd object. You've been great to have on the crew but it's plain to see you've had about enough of this life, and if I can help set you up for another one I want to. Owe you that much."
"Thanks all the same. I really appreciate it."
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Sure enough things came together. Iri and Katie had already sorted out the mechanicals, so all that was left was some touching up of the hull and a new coat of paint. Harley was happy enough to facilitate that out of the hangar supplies, along with a new matching paint job for Katie, whose outer shell was similarly showing its age. With neither slated for further military service a wider variety of choice was available, and Iri ultimately settled on a livery of dark blue and vibrant green. It made both ship and droid rather eye-catching, and Katie seemed particularly pleased with her new look. He named it 'Rillyn's Hope' out of a promise to himself to find some way to help his homeworld. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to do anything on the sort of pay he expected, but he'd keep his eyes open along the way.
The deck crew threw a small party for Iri as he left, sad to see him go but wishing him well. He was sad to be leaving them behind too, having worked so closely and well with a number of them over the past year or two, but this was what he needed. They waved as he piloted the old Y-wing out of the hangar, Katie helping him calculate a hyperspace jump.
In actuality it wasn't a dramatic and final break with the New Republic, never to be seen again; he was a freelancer now, but his first several contracts were with the Republic. His goals still aligned with theirs and he wasn't short of contacts, but as an independent agent he could run solo missions that might be awkward or not cost-effective for the Republic to devote its own resources to in a more direct fashion. So having chatted again with his former Commander, a need was identified for which an independent scout in a small fighter proved ideal. It went smoothly, as did the next couple after that, such that by the time his current mission had rolled around, Iri was getting pretty confident in his new profession and carving out a respectable reputation for himself when it came to the scouting of remote facilities, personal information retrieval, or light investigative work. After his second mission he put some of his savings into a substantial modification of his Y-wing to tailor it to the sorts of missions he was running. Out went the old bomb bay and storage, as he wasn't likely to be needing that ever again. He replaced it with a small cargo module to give himself more space to play with, an upgraded memory core, and atop the main fuselage he fitted an aftermarket sensor and communications package. Rillyn's Hope ceased to be a bomber and became a light and fast single-occupant scout ship. The dish and antenna cluster now protruding out the top of the fighter didn't look especially stylish, but Iri felt sure the setup would help his work considerably.
By the end of his third mission it became apparent to Iri that living out of a single-seat starfighter and short-stay rentals was neither comfortable nor financially sensible. After some research, Iri signed a rental agreement on a tiny but serviceable apartment in the port district of Rezzek City on the mid-rim world of Tibro. It was far from luxurious, but it had a bed, a sanistream shower, a cookslot and a power hookup for Katie. After a series of long hauls in the Hope, having somewhere to come home to with even those simple amenities felt like the height of decadence. Iri had since found a number of local establishments that were good places to do business or relax as well, so all in all it made for a quite favourable setup.
This was mission six now. He imagined he'd stop counting at some point, but Iri was early enough in this new career of his that he still celebrated and was heartened by every positive result and smooth operation. He hoped that mission six would continue this trend.
A soft warble from Katie told him it was time to get to work. "Right, coming up on our destination... here we go." Iri throttled back on the hyperdrive controls, authorising and beginning the deceleration sequence that Katie then took up to handle the precise calculations and timings. The swirling blue of the hyperspace tunnel resolved into the linear streaks of passing stars, which then compressed into single points of light against the relative darkness as the Hope settled back into normal space. Iri glanced over the scopes and nav readings to check their position, then nodded. "There's our target. Fifty klicks out. Looks like the location data was correct anyway. Ready to see if the access codes are too?"
Katie chirped in the affirmative and began to power up the comms array. The target was a dark metallic cylinder adrift in space, assembled of several modular components and bristling with communications dishes and antennae. It was an old Imperial comms relay, presumably neglected since the Empire's defeat. The Republic had recovered data on a number of such assets from captured Star Destroyers and databases after the surrender, and some of the particularly remote ones made good targets for solitary scouts like Iri to investigate. The Imperials had obviously sought to wipe as much sensitive data as they could when their forces were captured, but they never had time to clear out absolutely everything, and basic galactic infrastructure like this comms relay were pretty far down the list of priorities. All the same, any data being currently transmitted or stored in the onboard buffers could provide valuable intel for the Republic, particularly in its efforts to keep track of what any rogue Imperial forces might still be getting up to.
Behind Iri, the droid warbled her readiness. Iri glanced over his shoulder and saw the ship's comms array lit up with various status indicator lights. "Alright. Let's see how convincing an impression we can do of an Imperial service craft. Transmit."
Along with the captured data on the Empire's deep space communications network, the Republic had found and provided Iri with some access codes. Normally, the codes would be transmitted by an authorised service craft as it approached to dock with the relay station to perform any necessary maintenance tasks. In exchange, the relay's autodefense turrets would refrain from blasting it out of the sky.
Iri's Y-wing, needless to say, was not an authorised Imperial service craft. But if the code checked out, the station would be convinced it was and its defenses would stay nicely quiet. The Argothae waited with his hands nervously on the controls after Katie signaled that the codes had been sent, and the station's computer was deciding their fate. After what felt like unreasonable minutes of processing time, the response data came back from the station and flowed across the main cockpit screen, and Katie gave a happy trill of relief. Iri let out his breath and smiled. "Brilliant. The station thinks we're Imps. Let's get this done."
He gave the engines a nudge, accelerating the ship toward the waiting station. A red glow reflected dully off the metallic surfaces of the structure, sent from a distant red giant star. Apart from the relay station, a sparse asteroid belt was the only additional feature in this otherwise unremarkable system in what felt like the middle of nowhere. A sensible place to anchor a comms relay you don't want found or tampered with, really. As they closed the distance Iri eased the ship into a slow roll to the left, bringing it into alignment with the station. He headed toward the bottom of the station where a narrow docking port extended below the communications equipment, just enough to allow one small ship to dock when maintenance was needed. Iri noted the protrusions of a few small blaster turrets as well; currently silent and not massively powerful, but enough to easily shred his small fighter if they changed their minds while his shields were down. He hoped they decided to stay friendly. As they drew close Katie took over the fine controls, managing the maneuvering jets to ease the Y-wing's cockpit into the docking collar. Magnetic clamps latched onto the hull all around Iri as the flexible collar matched the contours of the ship, and the view out the cockpit windows became strangely claustrophobic as open space was replaced by Imperial durasteel. Katie twittered away as she began to link up the ship's systems with the station's computer, maintaining the digital ruse that it was just another normal Imperial service craft and beginning to pressurise the airlock for Iri. The Argothae meanwhile engaged the seals on his flight suit and fitted a faceplate over his muzzle. It wasn't a dedicated space suit and wouldn't keep him alive for very long in a full vacuum, but it offered a reassuring layer of protection if something should go wrong. In space, one did not do well to take unnecessary risks.
As Iri was clicking the last of his helmet seals into place, a trill from Katie accompanied green lights on his console and the docking port overhead, indicating that the airlock was ready and the atmospheres equalised between it and his cockpit. With a final breath Iri undid the latches on his canopy and pushed the hinged cockpit opening upward. Despite the airlock's best efforts there was still a brief gust of wind as the atmospheres exchanged with one another, but a quick check of his suit's readouts confirmed the presence of a reasonably safe environment.
Iri stood up as the round outer door of the airlock opened for him, grabbing a datapad and a small pouch of cables and adapters from behind the pilot seat. Pocketing both, he gave a gentle kick off from the pilot's seat to start him floating upward into the narrow airlock. A relay station like this wasn't generally manned so there was no point in fitting it with an artificial gravity system. The Argothae gave a soft grunt as the top of his helmet bumped against the inner door, steadying himself and activating the control panel to cycle the lock. Below him, the outer door closed as Katie shut and latched the Hope's canopy. After a moment the inner door opened, and Iri gazed upward into the access shaft of the comms relay station.
It consisted of little more than a tube wide enough for a single person, running up the length of the small station with access hatches opening onto various systems. There really wasn't anything else to it. It was cramped and dimly lit and windowless, and in keeping with Imperial design language virtually every surface was silver, dark grey or black. Iri found himself feeling a mild pang of sympathy for whatever Imperial technicians had been required to spend their days maintaining these structures; for a quick slicing mission it wouldn't be too bad, but working in access tubes like this day after day would get uncomfortable in a hurry.
In the microgravity, a quick tap of Iri's boots against the outer airlock door was all it took to start him floating along the shaft, guiding his progress periodically with the handholds until he came to one of the larger access panels halfway up the spine of the structure. "Here we are. Main computer core. You all wired in, Katie?"
An affirmative warble came over the radio in Iri's helmet as he set to work sliding the panel open, then retrieving his datapad and the appropriate cables to plug it into the Imperial computer. "Excellent. Once I'm wired in we should be able to link up and hit this together."
Selecting the correct cables and adapters, and getting them all plugged in where they needed to go, wasn't the most straightforward job when working through thick leathery gloves, but being designed for piloting they didn't impede his dexterity too badly. Within a couple minutes Iri had his datapad plugged directly into the station's computer core. Text began to fill the device's screen as the data connection was established, helped along by Katie who was able to sync up with the pad through their shared connection to the station's computer.
"Right, first things first. We need to access the buffer and see how much information is there. Can you find the core address?"
The pair worked together for the best part of an hour. Katie deciphered the Imperial computer language for Iri, translating it to an intelligible interface on his datapad that he could use to navigate the system. The relay's buffer happily contained a sizeable supply of Imperial interstellar communications; both as a log of recent messages that may have been sent but would remain stored until the next reset, as well as an unusually large backlog of messages that it hadn't yet been able to send on in all the chaos of the Empire's fall. They downloaded the entire archive to the Hope's memory core. Many of the messages would probably be inane and uninteresting, but that would be for the Republic technicians to sort though. Could be there was some sensitive information there too that would help the Navy track down some of the remaining Imperial forces or get a better sense of what they were up to and what their strength was. Either way, Iri would get paid for bringing it in.
The second part of the job was slightly more nuanced, and involved a bit more active slicing into the system. With Katie's help he located the sections of code devoted to the targeting of the station's comms equipment, and implemented a number of changes. After running a few diagnostics to ensure everything had been completed correctly, he smiled to himself and leaned back in the microgravity. From then on, any future Imperial communications the station might receive would be forwarded on not only to the original Imperial destination to avoid suspicion, but also copied to a Republic-controlled receiver. With the Empire in decline there might not be much, but if the remnant forces were still using their old comms network it could allow the Republic to listen it.
"I think we're done here. Everything look good to you?" At Katie's affirmative chirp Iri logged his datapad out of the system, then unplugged and stowed the cables. He then span himself around lazily and pushed back toward the airlock. He felt lighthearted and relieved as the airlock cycled and admitted him back into his Y-wing, satisfied that another job had gone smoothly. It wasn't particularly exciting work by any means, but it helped the Republic and it paid pretty well. And it was something he was proving pretty good at.
Iri settled himself in the pilot's seat and harnessed himself in after closing the canopy, powering up the engines. "Everything look good to you, Katie? Done and clear to depart?" The droid, sharing Iri's cautious nature, took a moment process and double-check the comms with the station before twittering a reassurance. Iri nodded; everything appeared in order.
As such, it caught Iri rather off-guard when he detached the ship from the station's airlock and was suddenly met by blaring alarms and flashing red lights from the station above. For a moment he just blinked, frozen in shock and having no idea what had just happened. "Wh... Katie, what the...?" The droid then filled the cockpit with a stream of panicked bleeping and twittering. Iri's eyes widened, and his green hide paled slightly under his helmet. "The station needed a separate authorisation code to leave???" Thinking fast, Iri powered up the Hope's shields and glanced upward at the station. Red warning lights were blinking all over its surface. Worse, several small blaster turrets were rotating to face him. "Why wasn't that in the kriffing intel?!? Hang on!"
Iri wrapped a gloved hand around the flight control stick and hauled back on it as hard as he could. Thrusters fired from below the ship's 'chin' and the top rear of the engine nacelles, shoving it into a hard upward pitch. Iri clenched his teeth as the G-forces slammed him down into the seat, clenching his muscles to avoid blacking out from the pressure. Once the ship was aimed away from the station, he released the stick and punched the throttle control forward to maximum. He grunted and remained clenched as he was now squashed into the back of the seat, the engines roaring to full burn and accelerating the fighter into space.
Several sharp jolts and the blaring of a new alarm informed Iri that they were taking fire. He cycled the fighter's shields to double rear and took hold of the stick again, beginning to weave and roll to try and evade the bolts of deadly green light being hurled his way by the now-angry station. "Katie! See if you can run some interference with our ion turret. And calculate a jump to lightspeed!" He heard the servos whirring behind his head as the ion turret atop the cockpit swung around, then the thuds of energy as it returned fire. If the shots hit they wouldn't do much damage to those guns, but they might disable a few long enough to give them some breathing room. Katie then answered with an ascending tweet of query. "Anywhere! Just get us out of here! Doesn't have to be far." Another shudder rocked the ship, punctuating the urgency of the situation. Iri kept balancing evasion and speed as best he could, but the shields were down to 15% even with all their power focused on defending the rear. "Come on Katie, just a little hop is all we need..." He glanced at his rear view monitor and wished he hadn't; a barrage of green light was speeding toward them. The station must have coordinated all its turrets at once for a wide barrage to try and score a hit. "But we need it now..."
Iri sent the ship into a fast, diving roll to try and get them out of the line of fire, but the salvo was coming in fast and over a wide enough arc he wasn't sure he could cover enough lateral distance in time. The engines were already at maximum and he was on the diagonal from the direction of fire, but it was going to be close. He clenched his teeth and braced for the impact as green light seemed to fill the cockpit through the rear window from the approaching fire... and then abruptly it shifted to the silvery-blue light of outstretched stars and hyperspace distortion as Katie vaulted the ship away to safety.
The jump only lasted a couple seconds, depositing them out at the edge of the system. Space was once again black, and the red giant star at the system's centre was now a distant red dot, the comms relay itself too far and tiny to be visible. Iri blinked and panted, leaning back in his seat and slowly letting the tension drain from him. After a few deep breaths he raised his hands to unfasten the faceplate from his helmet. "Katie... we all okay? Any damage?"
The astromech ran a quick diagnostic, then twittered back to report nothing worse than some carbon scoring across the engine nacelles and the comms unit on the rear deck. The shields had done their job.
"Phew... well that was fun. Good work on the jump, thanks for that. Right then, let's get setting up a more relaxed jump, shall we? We'll deliver this data and then head home. I think we've earned a little break." Katie bweeped cheerfully in response, beginning a new set of calculations, and then chirped a question. Iri grinned widely, closing his eyes. "Absolutely. You're definitely getting the full service package, with a wash and polish and everything." The droid gave a warble of delight, sounding utterly pleased with herself as she finished plotting their next jump and sent Rillyn's Hope once more into the blue glow of hyperspace.
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Everyday Vaporeon! by foxyscribe
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It was hard to for Tom to see how life could get much worse. He had been unemployed for 8 months, had to beg his parents to take over his mortgage and spent the last of his money of a steak and mushroom pie at the bridle. Of course he had failed to take into account the world was about to go mad
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[
"Feral",
"Pikachu",
"Pokemon",
"Transformation",
"Vaporeon",
"tf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144361-everyday-vaporeon
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'The Bridle' was Tom's favourite restaurant; had been since his first visit as part of his sixteenth birthday. His friends of course, Andy and Millie, who also sat around the table, would have insisted it was a pub, and sure, that was true, but Tom preferred a hearty pie or ribs to the fare he might be served in a so called 'real' restaurant. Still of the various bars in Cotsedge where they lived, This was by far the best.
Tom finished off the last of his steak and mushroom pie; a rather recent addition to their pre-theatre menu. Something must have shown on his face because Millie gave a sideways glance towards Andy, before giving Tom a winning smile "Look, You didn't get this one but, maybe the next one Tom. I know it's a cliché but sometimes cliché's are true, it's a numbers game. You've just gotta keep trying."
Tom sighed slightly, he had been unemployed for almost 8 months and before that his work had been a string of temporary and unskilled positions. Despite that, he had been confident in this one; the interview had gone so well that he set up a celebration meal. If he was honest, he couldn't really afford to be here but he needed an evening out and had decided not to cancel even after being told 'that they would keep his CV on record'; If only he could be paid each time he was told that, life would be rather comfortable. "Right" he said "Numbers game." He placed his knife and fork down and gave a half smile "I don't want to think about it too much, this is my first time out this month. I just wanna chat about nonsense, talk about games, TV, movies, talk about...anything really, other than my sorry existence"
Millie nodded slightly "Well sure, you didn't cancel your Netflix account did you?"
Tom shook his head "I should, but no, I am trying to avoid that"
She ignored the somewhat miserable response "Well, have you seen 'a moment in time'?"
He shook his head and brightened slightly "No, but I had been looking forward to it, the previews were really good. I didn't realise it was out yet?"
She nodded "You should, I think it's the best thing they have released this year. The first episode was a bit weak but it improved rapidly after that and honestly, weak first episodes are pretty standard"
Andy leaned forward adding "Actually I am not sure I entirely agree with that, I quite enjoyed the first episode, though the latter half is definitely the stronger"
The chat flowed for another hour or so before the group split up and went their own ways. Tom wandered home, trying, and somewhat succeeding to not feel miserable. He entered his small ground-floor flat which he had purchased with the help of his parents who had covered the deposit. He hated that they had taken over the payment of the mortgage but there was just no way he could manage it himself.
It was not much warmer inside the house than it had been outside, as he did not like running the central heating; the cost just built up too quickly. Fortunately, he had a trick. He pulled an aquamarine-blue, slightly fuzzy mass from his wardrobe. He had bought the onesie when he was a few years younger and honestly, part of him was pretty embarrassed that he owned it, he would definitely not like his friends to find out but it was warm and comfortable and it allowed him to leave the heating off.
He quickly stripped down and began to carefully pull it on. He had purchased it a few years earlier during a bit of an anthro-phase but despite moving past that a little, he still loved it. The tail was stuffed and oversized, the head plush and detailed, the colours eye-catching and vibrant. It had been custom made, back when money wasn't so tight and it showed; something coming off a production line would not have wasted this much material on decoration, the tail would have been half the length at least.
He finished doing up the buttons and switched on his computer, threw a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster and got a glass of water. He sat down in front of the machine and loaded up several job sites, browsing for positions to submit applications. He couldn't concentrate though, he just kept zoning out and staring through the screen. He really thought that today was going to be the end of this sorry period, that things might be about to improve. He sighed slightly and opened a new tab, browsing to Netflix. He clicked on the first episode of 'a moment in time', He could look for work in the morning.
It was early November and even with his onesie it was cold. He lay on his bed wrapped in a blanket and settled down as 'a moment in time' began its opening theme. He snuggled into his pillow determined to pay attention and not have to watch the episode again later. Half-way through however, he fell asleep. Millie was right, this episode really wasn't that engaging.
Tom slept pretty well, perhaps better than he had in quite a long time. An alarm set to wake him at a reasonable time briefly interrupted his slumber but he quickly fell asleep again despite his groggy mind registering that something was not quite right.
He didn't rouse again until nearer lunchtime, unfortunately, a common occurrence for him since being out of work so long. He rubbed a sleepy eye as he started to move slowly under the covers. Waking, still not fully alert, he glanced over to where he kept his phone planning to check the time. He paused for a second feeling really weird. Something was seriously wrong but before he could work out what, a sudden weight tugging at his ass; which he would later discover was his new tail, flopped out of the bed and onto the floor, causing him to be pulled along with it. He gave a squeal and tried to grab onto the sheets but as soon as the meaty blue paws fell into sight he gave a cry of "Vaaa?" released the sheets in shock and tumbled to the floor in a pile, tangled with his blanket.
He groaned for a few moments as he lay on the ground tangled with his blankets, everything seemed wrong, his perspective seemed warped and what was with that noise he had just made. Wait his hands!
He raised his hands in front of his face, immediately managing to push the blanket to the side slightly. He was overcome with pure confusion, how was this possible? The limbs he rotated slowly in front of himself were a pale-blue and they weren't hands, they were almost like some kind of canine paw. They were covered in a thick, blubbery skin which made him think of a whale or dolphin. Oh. Obviously this must be a dream! He sighed slightly and looked down over his form. He managed to kick the blankets largely off to reveal his shiny, rubbery blue body. He rocked slightly side to side, lying on his back, noting just how weird everything felt. He sent a ripple of motion through his enormous tail watching as it rose and fell at his command.
As he started to examine his form, he began to frown "...vaaaa". He had never experienced a dream anything like this, it did not feel right at all. It felt so real and he felt so clumsy. That might be an odd thing to focus on but if this was a dream, shouldn't he know how to use this body? Sure everything was reacting to his desires at an individual muscle level but he was having to fight against the way he knew things should work. He kept trying to move his fore legs like they were arms and the sudden unnatural jerks caused momentary bursts of pain.
He considered that pain for a second and the pain that he had felt when he collapsed onto the floor. You were not supposed to experience pain in a dream, right? He poked himself quite hard in the face with a paw...that hurt a little, he tried it again. Still hurt. He started to panic a little, this could not be real, could it? He tried to roll onto his front and stand up but the covers were not quite off his back legs and he fell forward onto his belly. He fought his would be captor, with unfamiliar limbs and eventually managed to scramble out.
He looked around the room with a sense of wonder, a significant part of him was sure this must still be a dream, or perhaps he was in some kind of hypnosis performance and right now there was an audience laughing at his antics. The whole world looked subtly different from his lowered perspective and he couldn't help but find it kind of fascinating. He noted that he had left his computer on overnight, must have fallen asleep which watching 'a moment in time'. There was nothing on the screen though, the machine had gone into hibernation.
"Por" he said, while trying to force the door to his closet open. He winced slightly at the noise; it was so high pitched and obviously inhuman. A few moments after getting the door half-open he was hit by a sudden thought: the fact that he couldn't speak was almost worse than what had happened to his body; it was going to cause him major issues. He spent a moment considering this before shaking his head and using his paw to slide the door the rest of the way. It was starting to hit home that this could not possibly be a dream. All the strange ways that his body was moving, the sound of his voice, the way the carpet felt against his paws. As crazy as it seemed, it was becoming impossible to pretend this wasn't real and as the cupboard swung open to reveal a large, door-mounted mirror, all doubt was banished.
He fell back onto his haunches into a sitting position and stared at the mirror.
He was larger than he expected; around the size of a huge dog, standing roughly 3 feet at the shoulder. It was sometimes hard to get a feel for how large Pokémon were in the game and honestly, he thought Vaporeon's were smaller than this. His skin was smooth and shiny, a pale blue in colour clearly designed for aquatic travel. His tail swished a little behind him, it seemed to move on its own, like a tapping foot unless he specifically paid it attention, from here, it seemed especially huge ending in plump dolphin-like fins. He leant forward to get a clearer look at his face, closing his eyes, making shapes with his mouth, sticking out his tongue. He tried to say a tongue-twister but all that came out was "Va, Vaporeon Por, Pore, Vapoooo poreeeon, pore, vapore" Weirdly, he somehow got the impression of words behind those nonsense sounds but there was no doubt, no-one would be able to understand him. He studied his little black shiny nose on the front of his short blue muzzle. He studied the trio of fat blue and yellow fish fins stuck around his head and he studied the white frilly structure that fluffed around his neck like a circus performer's ruff.
He could easily have stopped there but he continued to explore his new form, tilting his head, opening his mouth to look at his new, rather pointier teeth. If he stopped examining himself, he might have to figure out what happens next and he was not sure that his brain was handling the now, let alone the later. However he did like vaporeons, so despite everything, part of him was enjoying examining a creature that literally shouldn't exist. He just wished he had one for a pet, rather than, you know, being one.
He stood, tensed, and sprung into the air jumping a couple of feet before landing back down on firm paws. He watched as his body arced in the mirror. He felt lighter than he looked, stronger too. This was a pretty powerful body even before he considered what special properties a Pokémon's body might have. If he had to be a Pokémon then perhaps this wasn't so bad. He wasn't too small, not too massive, he was cute but not nauseatingly so. He looked down, well actually, now that he thought it about it, if he had to be a Pokémon he would have chosen one with hands. Having 4 legs was going to suck!
But then, surely, there was still a chance he would just wake up, maybe people said you couldn't feel pain in dreams because no one could remember well enough or maybe that belief was part of the dream!, maybe he would hear the word "Wake" and just be sitting in front of a laughing audience and maybe, just maybe, even if he had randomly turned into a Pokémon; which was clearly impossible. He might turn back just as randomly. Perhaps he would go to bed tonight and wake up normal tomorrow. All the cards were off the table, the rules had been rewritten. How could he predict anything?
A sudden noise caused him to almost jump out of his skin "Vaaaa"he squealed involuntarily as his tail whipped behind him. It smashed heavily into the metal frame of his bed causing his eyes to widen slightly in pain. He had swung his tail hard and with a lot more strength than he had any idea it was capable of. The bed did not fare well; the mighty blow buckled the metal like a hit from a sledge hammer and lifted the entire structure into the air. The tortured scream of metal was joined by a loud thud as the bed smashed into the wall, damaging the plasterwork
He spun round to face the bed, giving a slightly pained moan which sounded like "Porrrrr" His tail felt slightly bruised and his eyes watered a little. He had buckled the entire frame. The whole thing was bent inwards several inches in the middle and several of the support poles had snapped off the inner rim. He reached out gingerly with a paw to touch it "Pore...V...Vaaa"he muttered as he thought 'Did I do that?'
The bed rocked back slightly and then forwards; no longer sitting flat on the ground. 'Great' he thought 'I just destroyed my bed' He gave another little shiver as Skype pinged again, that's right he realised, he just destroyed his bed due to a Skype ping. He glanced up to his computer and frowned; this was going to be a challenge, not to mention how breakable everything was starting to look. He just accidentally did that much damage to a metal bed-frame, what if it had been his computer instead.
He shivered slightly and took a couple steps over to his computer chair. When he was bouncing earlier he got the feeling that if he really tried, he could jump pretty high. He was confident he could land on the chair but was a bit worried about overdoing it and smashing into his monitor. After considering his options, he pushed the gas pedal to raise it to its maximum height and did a few practice bounces besides it.
His first attempt to actually land on the chair was successful but did send the thing spinning in circles. He scrambled round so he was facing forward, his tail hanging through one of the arm rests. The thump must have knocked the mouse slightly because the computer had woken up and the monitor was glowing softly. Skype was highlighted in the taskbar, indicating he had one new conversation and Netflix had timed out in the background. He looked at the keyboard and then the mouse "Va...aaaa" he murmured. This was going to be awkward. He reached out a paw gingerly, having to lean forward a little uncomfortably and placed it on the mouse. He blinked slightly, moving it a little, this wasn't actually too bad. He was able to move the mouse with at least the dexterity he might have had using a laptop touchpad. He attempted to click the mouse button by squeezing one of his digits and the mouse cursor shifted slightly. He paused with a frown. Moving the mouse felt okay but clicking it was awkward; still it was far from impossible and he was able to bring up the flashing Skype conversation easily enough.
"Hey, WTF did you see the news?"
"Hey Tom? You there?"
"Are you seriously still in bed? This is crazy you need to see this"
There was a delay of about 2 hours and then the most recent messages
"Holy shit, to quote the BBC 'The police are responding to a dragon related incident' a BBC link had popped up after that
"This has to be an elaborate hoax right? Jeez get up you lazy git"
Tom frowned slightly, what on earth was going on. He moved the mouse over and managed to click the BBC link despite the cursor slipping slightly. Chrome opened up, taking a few seconds to load, the headline caused his eyes to widen significantly "Police dispatched to major 'dragon' related fire near Oxford Circus" 'what the hell' he said quietly to himself. Well actually, he said "Pore, Vaa" but he was starting to hear the actual words in his head simultaneously with the Pokémon noises, like his brain was starting to translate.
He read over the story skimming as best he could, he frowned at the mouse as he discovered the scroll wheel wasn't really useable, annoying, but he could deal with it. It seemed a fire had broken out in an apartment block in London, when a fire engine attended the site, they discovered a strange creature described as being 'Dragon like'. The fire fighters retreated and the police were called, there was some kind of altercation which led to more of the building being damaged. There was not a lot of details and no pictures of the creature but it seemed to be part of a series of articles on 'Anomalous Events'. He could see a whole bunch of odd stories under related articles.
**'Dinosaur' found dead in ruins of collapsed house.**
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**Cornwall Holiday camp terrified by Tiger attack.**
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**Multiple reports of 'Pikachu' sightings: A mouse like creature from the Pokémon franchise, continue to flood in.**
His eyes widened slightly as he moved the mouse to the pikachu link. He read through the story with a sense of shock. It seemed there had been more than a dozen sightings across the country in the last 6 hours of creatures looking like the iconic yellow rat. It noted that there was no current explanation for where these anomalies had come from but that the police advised that these creatures may be dangerous, recommending that the public do not approach them. He got to the bottom of the story and noticed there was a video. He hit play and sure enough, it was a short clip of someone recording a Pikachu on their phone camera. The creature seemed to be nervously looking down from a first floor window, which was sitting slightly open. "Pi, pika pi! Pikachu, pika chu!, Pika, Pikachu!" it seemed to shout urgently towards the bystander but somewhere deep in Tom's mind he also heard "H...help me, I don't understand what is going on"
Tom shivered slightly. In comparison, he felt like he was talking it quite well, he compared his situation for a moment. The pikachu had something much more like useable hands but he was not sure he would like to be that small. 'It also has a type advantage over me' he thought with a wry, slightly sarcastic smile.
Skype pinged "I just saw a picture of a charmander, its not just chus. Wtf maybe that dragon was a Pokémon too, I've not seen any pictures. ...WAKE UP"
Tom frowned slightly. Okay this was going to be harder than the mouse. He clicked into the skype text box and moved his paw over to the keyboard. Something simple he thought and he positioned it over h key to begin typing 'Hey'.
*'jhgb' 'huy' 'uhb'*
Each application of his meaty paw hit multiple keys, he wished his claws were a little longer so he could try and use those to poke but it became very quickly apparent that this wasn't going to work. He leaned back into his haunches for a moment trying to consider options. He looked across his desk for inspiration before leaning over and biting lightly onto a pen that was lying at the side of his keyboard. Holding it carefully in his mouth he tried to poke the keys. It kind of worked. He had real trouble holding the delete button down for long enough to remove his previous mashes but a minute or so later, he had his message typed "Hey"and pressed return. He sighed slightly, this wasn't really going to work either. It was slow and awkward, it was uncomfortable to lean forward like that and his neck already ached slightly. There had to be a better way.
"Hey? WTF Hey? are you still asleep? Look at this"she linked the pikachu story he had been reading earlier.
He moved the mouse about a little in a circle getting more of a feel for it. It was so frustrating that the mouse had ended up being much easier to use than expected and yet the keyboard was almost impossible. If only he could...wait. **Start \> Accessories \> on screen keyboard**.
"I am a vaporeon"he typed. Yes! This was much easier. He didn't fancy writing more than a sentence like this but he could communicate at least. He gave a cheer of "vaporeon!"but the alien sound cut back his elation slightly.
"Uh dude? Is this really the time to be telling me about your weird furry habits? did you look at the link I sent you"
"yeah I saw im serious" he couldn't be bothered with all the punctuation. It was awkward enough without trying to actually type correctly.
**??** **?** Skype started playing its tune and his screen displayed **Millie is calling.** He clicked accept and the familiar call window popped up.
"It's crazy out there Tom, you should see my Facebook wall. People are *losing* their minds" her voice trembled with excitement but there was an edge of worry too.
"...Poreon, Por?" was all Tom could reply
"Ok. I don't get it. What's the joke, did I miss a meme again?" there was a tone of annoyance now
"Pore, Poreon, Po, Vapo" Tom replied his eyes narrowing a little. This was outright, the weirdest thing, that had ever happened to him, maybe anyone. Well, maybe not, considering the events of the day but still. He was starting to get a bit fed up with her not believing him.
"Uhh...that doesn't sound like a YouTube video, is that you making that noise? I would say it's a good impression but I'm not entirely sure what they are supposed to sound like." She paused "I *still* don't get the joke though. Can we talk about the dragons and the pikachus, *please?*" she was insistent. She had obviously been wanting to discuss this and neither of them were getting what they needed from the conversation.
Right, enough of this. He hit the video call button with the mouse. Millie didn't have a camera so Skype simply displayed a grey box. Tom did have a camera but it was on his computer desk angled off to the side, so all that could be seen was part of his bedroom.
"Woah what happened to your bed?" came Millie's voice but Tom wasn't really paying attention. He was leaning forward to try and grab the camera and turn it round but it was just out of reach, through a pile of random clutter on his computer desk. He just managed to get his paws on it when he realised he had overbalanced. He looked back with a sickly look as he stood precariously on his computer chair, his rear legs perched on the edge, his tail counterbalancing the rest of his body.
"What the hell is that blue thing-" started Millie but Tom's computer chair had already started slowly trundling backwards, he lasted barely a second before he, the camera, several amiibos and a large speaker came crashing to the floor.
"Vaapor" he cried as he hit the ground hard, the speaker landing on his head. He lay there, eyes mostly closed, rubbing one of his head fins with a forepaw. It hurt, but he felt like it should have hurt more. The sound of his speakers crackled a little as if the one that fell might be damaged.
"holy shit...you were serious, how?, what did you do? And stop rubbing your head like that, it is ridiculously adorable!"
Tom stopped, frowning slightly and managed to climb back up to his haunches. "Por, vapor, vaaa"he said before giving a small sigh and glancing up towards the keyboard.
"Hey sorry. Are you okay? That looked like quite a heavy fall" Tom nodded slowly "Seriously though, How? How did this happen? Are all the Pokémon human?"
"Por, vaa..." he gave another slight sigh and made an exaggerated shrugging motion.
"Well, ah" she said "It looks like you could use some help." Tom nodded with an obvious smile. With Millie to help him, it wouldn't be so bad and the company would help him deal with things, at least for now "Ill jump in the car and head up. I need to grab a few things so I will be around 20 minutes"
"Por" Tom nodded as she ended the call. He looked around and sighed, well at least he wouldn't be alone. He looked at the computer speaker. The cable had frayed at the back and he could see the bare metal of the wire. He shivered a little and pushed it next to the desk. He would point that out to Millie and hopefully she would do something about it.
He glanced up towards his bedroom door and noted it was slightly ajar. He gave a slight sigh as he moved up and hooked a paw around it puling it towards him. Opening the round handle might have been a challenge, had it been closed. He took a few steps out into the corridor and glanced towards his front door. That might be a problem but one he at least had 20 minutes to solve. He took a few steps up towards it before realising that he had been moving much more easily without really thinking about it. He had managed to get the hang of walking, jumping, basic movement really rather quickly. He shivered slightly, wondering if whatever was responsible might have messed with his mind, adding knowledge that wasn't there before. One short sprint later and a bundle of blue limbs against the wall suggested otherwise. Nope, he had no supernatural knowledge of how to use this form.
He collected himself, trying to ignore the scratches he had left in the paintwork and returned to the door. He took a quick step and then threw his body up against the entranceway. He looked like a dog scrambling at a lock though perhaps a little more stable. He was smarter than a dog though and in fact leaning one paw on top of the latch while pushing down the locking mechanism with the other, turned out to be rather easy. He had to practice a few 'falls' past the mechanism that kept the latch disabled once the lever was released but he managed it on the third try. "Pore!" he called happily. Some things were going to plan.
Door unlocked, Millie on her way, still a vaporeon. Ok some good, some bad. He still had most of the 20 minutes to go and was feeling a little hungry. He pushed the kitchen door open with his head, which opened with an angry creak. He took a few steps and shivered slightly. The flagstone floor of the kitchen felt cold against his paws and the window would allow any passers-by to look in and see him. The area was generally quiet though and so he felt fairly confident he would not have to worry about gawkers.
He looked around, suddenly feeling a little intimidated. Almost all the food in here was unpreparable for him. He didn't think he would even be able to open a can, let alone actually cook anything. How was he going to live if he couldn't feed himself? What about shopping? Even if he somehow managed to pick up the items, even if he somehow had money in a pouch around his neck or something, would people just scream? Run? Perhaps nothing so dramatic, maybe they would just refuse to serve him or shoo him out like an unwanted stray dog.
And money, he had almost forgotten his difficulties with finding work. That had to be over right?, no one was hiring a vaporeon to do anything; except maybe wash cars he thought with a sarcastic smile. He blinked for a second, he had not previously considered if he might have Pokémon abilities, shouldn't he be able to spray water like a vaporeon?, looking around his kitchen he decided this wasn't the place to try and find out.
He felt another pang of hunger and decided to worry about this later, Millie, he was sure, would help him for at least a couple of days and who knows, he was still hoping he might wake up tomorrow and be back to normal. It wouldn't be any weirder or more unexpected than waking up like this today. He judged the distance to the work top and managed to launch himself towards it. There was only slightly too much force and his skid into the wall was not serious enough to hurt.
He then looked towards his goal. The 2nd cupboard above and to the left of the cooker. He pushed the door open with his paw, easily pulled himself up on to two legs, and got a better look into the space. He glanced back feeling slightly nervous "Por..pooorrr" he said to himself in an almost quiet, reassuring purr, trying to ignore the heavy aquatic tail hanging from his backside, threatening to pull him to the ground. He looked back up and saw the cylindrical packet of cookies he was after. Triple chocolate of course, only the least healthy for this vaporeon. He meant to drag them forward with a paw and catch them in his mouth but he missed rather spectacularly and sent the packet flying with some speed towards the ground. He fell backwards himself in surprise but had time to twist his body and land rather comfortably on his feet like some kind of blubbery blue cat.
He frowned at the packet "Broken cookies are better than no cookies" he said quietly to himself; simultaneously hearing both his words, and his vaporeon noises. He picked the packet up in his teeth and carried it through to the living room, hopping up on to the table which had been cleaned and wiped the morning. He broke open the packet and little broken pieces of biscuit fell out. He started to scoop the chunks up in his mouth and ate them as they tumbled to the wooden surface. He was curious as to whether they would taste strange or different, this wasn't his mouth after all but it seemed exactly the same. He purred in pleasure at this tiny piece of normality.
Suddenly a knock at the door caused Tom to look up. He heard the handle being tested and then the door creaking open. He had a brief moment of anxiety before Millie's voice called out "Tom?"
"Por, Poreon! Vapo, Vaaa!" called Tom, tensing up a little. Even though he was happy she was here, on some level this was intensely embarrassing.
She walked through to the living room and said nothing for several seconds, just staring. There was, however, this massive grin on her face. Eventually, she spoke "It's true, I saw you on Skype but part of me thought it had to be some kind of elaborate prank" she walked up and petted Tom on the head like a dog, causing him to wince slightly "You are adorable!" she laughed "I know this is probably a little upsetting for you, but do have you any idea how surreal seeing a Pokémon in real life is?"
Tom just gave her a flat look, he had some idea.
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Breaking in the New Stable Boy by Amethyst Mare
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When a new stable boy joins the yard, what is a barn equine to do? There's really only one thing and it involves the new lad on his knees... --- As always, this was up on Patreon at the start of February - a good month before public upload. If you'd like to read my stories early, check out the 5 USD
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[
"Amethyst Mare",
"Arian Mabe",
"Blowjob",
"Commission",
"Domination/Submission",
"Dragon",
"Equine",
"Gay",
"Horse",
"Horse Cock",
"Large Cock",
"Licking",
"Light dom/sub",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Oral",
"Patreon",
"Reptile",
"Risk",
"Risk of Discovery",
"Risky sex",
"Stallion",
"Story Commission",
"Swallowing",
"Teasing",
"Wings",
"YCH",
"Ych story",
"barn",
"flirting",
"quickie",
"stables",
"sucking"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152313-breaking-in-the-new-stable-boy
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**Breaking in the New Stable Boy**
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*Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)*
*YCH story purchased by PulleyBoy and Raiyoku*
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**Pulley's prelude**
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You slam the bale of straw down to the ground with a grunt, tail flicking as sweat darkens your coat across your shoulder blades. Hauling straw is hard work, back breaking work, but it is work suited to a stallion rippling with muscle. It is work for you and it does you well.
Snorting, you wipe sweat from your brow, throat aching for a drink that you have not had in too long. Yet your sheath tingles and you know with a self-satisfied nicker that you will not be sating that thirst right away, but a very different need instead.
That's what studs do, after all. You toss your head, mane falling to the other side of your neck. You need to be taken care of and you know exactly who may be willing to lend a helping paw.
For, in the break room of the stable yard, you are sure to find an eager partner in the form of the new lad, yet to experience the thrill of your pulsing shaft under his tail.
He's been waiting for you for too long already.
Your shaft pushes out of its sheath and you roll your shoulders, stomping down the front row of stables with determination in your stride.
Someone needs to sow their oats.
**Raiyoku's prelude**
Cradling a cup of coffee between two paws, you sigh and look down to your boots. After only a morning of working on the new stable yard - new to you, at least - your legs ache fiercely, a deep burn that you're sure a bath will not have the substance to ease away.
You shake your head, casting your eyes around the little break room, which is set at the end of the block of stables. It is threadbare and chilly, containing only the scant minimum needed to classify it as a space for staff to relax. Your lips twist. You thought working on a stable yard would be different to this. Very different. More...exciting.
A noise catches your attention, hooves clip-clopping closer and closer. Your heart surges and the front of your jeans tents out in a bulge, your desire for him uncontainable. The sound shouldn't arouse such a reaction, but you can't help but think that your luck just might be on its way to changing.
Maybe you'll get every inch you crave under your tail after all...
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Pulley snorted, the stallion brushing off the dirt from his paws as he pulled his sweat-soaked shirt away from his back, yanking it over his head to be tossed onto a square of straw. He rolled his shoulders with a grunt, trying and failing to work out the strain of the morning. His bay coat gleamed with good health under the noonday sun and he brushed his forelock away from his white face, nostrils quivering as he answered one of the four-legged equines in the stable block with a whinny. Giggling to himself, he flicked his tail and strode at a brisk clip-clop down the yard. He did find himself funny sometimes, but it was difficult to not fall back on barely buried instincts when there were other horses around.
But rich, dark coffee called too and would not be ignored.
Making his way down the line of stables as if he owned the place, Pulley clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and stepped into the office at the end of the row, ears relaxed. A space where staff could relax - as if there was time for that with all the work to be done - it was sparsely furnished with the familiar, rickety old furniture and a creaky desk that looked like it belonged on the bonfire. He pricked his ears, eyes bright. Yet, as familiar and reassuring as the scene was, not all was the same, not by far. There was a new addition to the scene.
A green dragon, rarely seen in the rolling hills of his part of the world, twisted his paws in front of his stomach, a pair of black horns curving back smoothly from his skull. He jumped when the stallion entered, eyes wide as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Stifling a smirk, Pulley raised an eyebrow as the reptile squirmed, tail twisting around his ankles.
"Hi!" He squeaked, shifting from hind paw to paw as he collected and cradled a cup of coffee between both paws as if for something to do. "I'm new... You probably haven't seen me around. Hi. Did I say that already?"
He stuck out his paw, tail curling sinuously back and forth as some of the stiffness fell from his shoulders.
"I'm Raiyoku."
Pulley grinned and shook the offered paw, clasping it in such a firm grip that the physically smaller dragon was nearly pulled straight off his feet.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Pulley."
His nostrils flared and he licked his lips as his attention wavered, eyes sliding to the kettle at the back of the room.
"It's a good yard, I expect you won't find much different to wherever you were before." He smiled genuinely. "And I'm sure you'll settle in just fine here - will meet everyone in time too, don't worry. Just a bit on the quiet side today with half of them being out at the show."
Leaving Raiyoku to his own devices, the equine busied himself with the kettle, peering into a mug with a twist of his lips. Rai perched on the edge of a chair, sniffing his mug as steam curled softly from the surface of the hot beverage within.
"What brings you here?" The stallion asked, drumming his fingers impatiently on the counter as the kettle boiled. "We don't see many dragons around here. I'm told there's more over Wales way, but that's probably just a joke or something. You don't sound like you're from round that way either."
"Worked at a riding school for a time, been moving around a bit," Raiyoku mumbled, a blush tinting the scales on his cheeks as he looked down at his feet. "Came here for my mate not all that long ago. Can't say I regret it, but it's hard to find work around here. A lot harder than I thought it'd be."
Pulley nodded.
"Yeah, everyone wants you to have experience these days. It's a pain in the ass."
"Yeah..." Raiyoku sighed, seeming to be making a great effort to keep his eyes averted from the equine. "But I volunteered at a riding centre for the blind before, so they seem to think I'm good enough to muck out stalls here."
He smiled, his expression brightening all of a sudden.
"But there's nothing wrong with hard work and it does me good too to be out."
The stallion couldn't disagree with that, though couldn't help but think there was something a little off with the strange reptile as he poured his drink. Squirming in his seat, Rai looked positively uncomfortable and the equine would have thought he wanted to be anywhere but at the stables, despite his words. His brow furrowed. So why was he there? Or was he really just that nervous at being in a new environment?
"So..." Pulley cast about, tipping several packets of sugar into his drink and stirring vigorously until at least most of the sugar had dissolved. "How'd you find out that this yard was after someone new then? How'd you find us?"
Blushing, Raiyoku swallowed and pressed his lips more firmly together, words held back.
Pulley's ears twitched and he half-raised a hoof to stomp, catching himself just in time. He frowned. It was a simple enough question, wasn't it? The dragon was getting downright rude! Why wouldn't he look at him?
"Is something wrong?"
"Um..." Raiyoku chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes averted. "Not really, just...don't want to be rude. Heh. Give ya a bad impression of me..."
He inclined his head at something that the equine could not guess at, blinking several times.
"What?"
The dragon groaned and rubbed the side of his muzzle, wriggling in his seat.
"You know!"
Not wanting to say it aloud, Rai busied himself with his drink as the stallion finally looked down to the bulge in his jodhpurs, the shape of his hard-on making an impression through the revealing fabric. He rolled his eyes. He hardly even noticed *that* anymore when he was working on the yard!
"Heh." He turned his head away and snorted. "Sorry, that happens all the time around here. Most of the lads just ignore it. You could say they're used to it by now too."
He didn't mention the lads who paid attention to his bulge, however, instead winking cheekily to the little dragon, a whinny rolling off his lips. Lifting a hoof, he angled his body away, tail swishing cockily.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Raiyoku swallowed and shook his head quickly - too quickly.
"No! Not at all! Just didn't want to be rude to you!" He bit his lip, eyes dropping obviously before flicking back up to the equine muzzle. "It's kind of hard not to react..."
"Trust me, I understand. I guess that's why I'm out in this kind of place." He gestured as if to include the whole stable in his statement. "It's easier for me. People half expect a horse to be getting a bit worked up around here. But it's just what work does to me. I'm really no different to the rest of the horses in the stables here sometimes."
He sipped his coffee, half-closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. When he opened them, a paw brushed his thigh and there was a dragon on his knees, hope glimmering in his eyes. The stallion's head shot back and he snorted, nearly spilling his coffee over Raiyoku's head.
"Maybe I can help with that?" The dragon breathed, nosing up the equine's muscled leg with a low purr. "If you wouldn't mind that..."
The stallion shook his head, jaw falling slack and mind whirling as more of his cock pushed obstinately out from its sheath, trying to speak for him. He raised a hoof and jigged it in the air, trying to curl his upper lip back to take in the scents, though there was only the strong aroma of equine and horny stallion for him this time. The need to breed clouded his head as Raiyoku rubbed his thigh, coaxing a response from him as he tried to shake himself out of it.
Could he do it? Should he even consider it? Pulley gulped, sliding his gaze to the half-open door, sunlight slanting in from the outside world. Anyone could walk in. But would they?
He shouldn't have let the thought cross his mind - he knew that. But his split-second of hesitation, cock throbbing against the dragon's nose, cost him the decision.
Raiyoku unhooked the clasp at the top of his jodhpurs, letting the equine's cock spill out, pushing the short zip down without further assistance. The mottled pink and black length swelled as if it had been waiting to be released and Pulley leaned back against the wall, head rolling back with a groan. Any thoughts he'd had of turning down the dragon went straight out the window as the little green reptile grinned. Rai didn't wait for approval to continue, only leaned in and ran his slender, reptilian tongue all the way from the base to the length, sliding over the medial ring. The stallion exhaled in a warm huff of breath, head swimming.
"Oh, fuck..."
The dragon's jaws opened wider and wider, taking the fat head of the stallion's shaft between his lips. He kept his teeth carefully away from the sensitive flesh, pressing his lips down around them, and pushed down to the equine's abdomen with a barely swallowed groan. Rai bucked his hips, tail slapping the floor, and hissed breath hotly through both nostrils as Pulley wrapped his fingers around a horn. The dragon took him into his throat and the stallion whinnied, clapping his paw over his own muzzle a moment later as his ears quivered. What if someone walked in? It was quiet enough on the yard, but there was always that chance.
He didn't want to admit how the thought made him harder still.
A traitor to the end, his shaft throbbed in the dragon's muzzle and he had no will left with which to protest as Raiyoku bobbed his head, slender tongue curling expertly around the thick girth. It flicked over the medial ring and higher as the length nudged down his throat, forcing him to gulp, breath coming only when the stud pulled back. He moaned, the sound muffled, as his ridged shaft pushed out into his stable jeans, the bulge smaller than the one the stallion had made. His head whirled with lust and hormones, eyes lidded. He couldn't hope to match up to that and would never have wanted to either. His knees ached lightly where they pressed into the floor and Raiyoku stretched up as tall as he could to gulp down the stud's throbbing length, pre-cum pouring down his throat.
It was exactly where he wanted to be.
A hot, slick deluge of pre-cum slathered Rai's tongue as he bobbed his head rapidly, lost in the moment as he thought only of the flat head coaxing its way further and further down his throat. With each bob of his long muzzle, he took the stud's breeding pole just a little deeper, murring deep in the back of his throat as his own length throbbed. But that would have to go unsatisfied, at least for a little while. He didn't mind - not all that much. It was difficult to really care about his own pleasure when he had a stallion to take care of.
Pulley grunted, rocking his hips out from the wall as his tail swished furiously. He didn't know how much the dragon could take, but his mind was too fuzzy with need to care. Groaning, he humped Rai's muzzle, using his grip on the dragon's horn to keep him in place as he thrust. While the dragon whimpered, he squeezed his tongue up to the underside of the stallion's cock, allowing him to do with him as he wanted, the very tip of his tail flicking happily from side to side.
The equine twisted his head back and forth, leaning forward over the willing reptile as he grunted and drove into his muzzle with greater urgency. His breath steamed softly before his muzzle and he nickered as he thrust, hips working and sliding his jodhpurs down lower and lower. He couldn't find it in himself to care about his state of clothing, spurred on by Rai's muffled squeaks and moans of pleasure, fighting against himself to not cum so soon. But it was so hard to not fall prey to baser instincts when every fibre of his body screamed to breed, to fuck, to cum - wherever opportunity presented itself. He whuffed hotly, head warm and comfortably fuzzy.
Close. Too close.
There was no going back from the precipice.
Rai's eyes widened as the equine suddenly slammed a hoof into the floor and trumpeted a whinny, balls pulling up closer to his body. The first pulse of cum, throbbing distinctly down the shaft to the suddenly flaring tip, caught him by surprise and splattered into the back of his throat. Coughing, Rai steadied himself and swallowed rapidly, spurt after spurt of thick stallion seed pumping into his muzzle as he struggled to not waste a single drop. It was an impossible endeavour, however, as Pulley bucked and grunted, the flare dragging sweetly over the dragon's tongue as he shot his load.
Slumping back to the wall, Pulley rubbed the scales around the base of Raiyoku's horns as his cock still pulsed, spurts slowing but not stopping as he proved just how virile a stallion was. He groaned, snorting heavily. It couldn't have been that long since he'd last gotten off, yet his cock seemed to have other matters. As cum drooled out from the corners of Rai's muzzle, he took mercy on the dragon and chuckled breathlessly as he pulled back, letting his still-hard shaft slide from his muzzle.
Rai whimpered and chased it with his lips, eyes shining and eager to please as Pulley cupped his cheek, a goofy grin spreading his lips wider and wider. Nickering, the stallion tossed his black mane off his neck and exhaled heavily, shoulders juddering as his shaft bobbed. The dragon's eyes dropped to the length still bouncing in front of his muzzle and he licked his lips.
Their time together was not over yet.
Scrambling to his feet, Rai blew the horse a cheeky kiss, tail wagging, as he stretched for one of the only pieces of furniture in the room. He tugged down his work jeans with some difficulty, hopping as the stallion whuffed curiously, forelock falling over one of his eyes. But the dragon had a plan even if he didn't quite know what it was as yet.
Rai whined as he got his jeans down around his knees: that would have to do. His cock throbbed, full erect from his slit and throbbing with a gleaming drop of pre-cum threatening to spill from the tip. His breath came in short, sharp pants and he didn't even have to check if he was ready, tail hole squeezing down on nothing yet wanting to be filled. He moaned.
Leaning over the table, Raiyoku blushed and arched his back, letting his tail curve over so that the tip pointed towards his shoulders.
"Round two?"
Pulley snorted. It was as if he didn't even have to ask!
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Saving the Species by Lykanos
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Corey and Sammy agree to take part in an experimental drug trial for the promise of a big payout. Not knowing all the details, the two quickly learn what they signed up for when changes begin to take place, all of which very unnatural. Turns out red wolves don't need paid. Who knew? At least the
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**Saving the Species** By Lykanos Wulfheart
The doors to the control room pushed open letting the well-dressed representative join the panel of scientists. "Good, you're early," called out the project leader, his blue lab coat setting him apart from the other four members of his team. Looking back to his colleagues, he pointed to the newcomer. "This is Mr. Henders. He's our contact with the World Wildlife Fund. As you know, they're the ones who have been funding this little side project."
With a nod, Mr. Henders waved to the white-coats. "Hello everyone and thanks for having me. This project may have been deemed extreme by a few in our organization, but the board is excited for the possibilities. If your experiment works, we may not only save the red wolves, but other critically endangered species in the process."
The group seemed pleased, one man even giving an excited "woo". As they got back to work, the team leader picked up a clipboard and walked over to shake the visitor's hand. "I'm Dr. Fredrickson, the project lead and chief geneticist. Though I'm still surprised that your group supports this, I am eager to achieve it. Would you like to look over our candidates for the procedure?"
Taking the data, Henders flipped through as he spoke. "They're both volunteers, right? That's the big thing. I realize they can't know the details, but my fellow board members were very adamant about that."
With a reassuring nod, Dr. Fredrickson gave the details as if he'd been rehearsing it all morning. "Corey Volpe is a laboratory technician at one of our subsidiary corporations. He was quite eager to learn about what we do here. The cover to be used is your typical car accident. The second is Samantha O'Donnel. She has a history of drug abuse, but has recently turned that addiction around. She's a loner with no family, perfect for this kind of project."
When the representative finished flipping through, he handed the paperwork back, excitement spreading across his face. "Everything looks good to me. You can begin whenever you're ready."
"Excellent," chimed the blue-coat, ready to start. "The patients have been prepped and we are set to go. If you'll take a seat, we'll call them in and get underway." Bringing his guest to a chair next to his own, Fredrickson called down the counter to the two members on the end. "Bring them in and start the procedure."
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Corey sat in his isolation room wearing only his glasses and the grey workout shorts he was provided after his thorough shower. He had been told that it was standard procedure, but that was little comfort as he sat in the room to air-dry, towel draped over his shoulders for a tiny bit of comforting warmth. His brown hair was still a little messy, long bangs parted and hanging above his vibrantly green eyes while the back reached to his shoulders. Though he wasn't muscular, his lanky frame had more definition than your average lab tech, giving him an overall pleasing appearance.
He was tapping his foot and whistling a peppy tune when the door opened to reveal one of the assistants. "Corey Volpe, we're ready for you." As the volunteer started to comply, the man at the door added, "Oh, you'll need to leave the towel here."
"Oh, right. My bad," stated Corey as he pulled the damp fabric away and tossed it back onto the bench. "So, do I get to know about the procedure yet?"
"Very soon," chuckled the scientist. "When we get you and your partner to the test lab, we'll fill you both in before we begin."
Following the white-coat out of the isolation room and down the bland hallways, the inquisitive test subject continued with his questioning. "I had heard there was going to be a second volunteer. Were they part of the company like me?"
Shaking his head, the man said, "You'll be meeting her in just a moment, so you can ask her yourself. Don't worry, all of your questions will be answered in a bit." Corey had wanted these answers since early on in the selection process, but, like usual, he forced himself to let it go. Soon he'd learn about the project and hopefully get a promotion out of the deal.
A couple more halls and they had made it, the assistant holding open the door as Corey walked in and looked around the room. It was pretty generic, a large square with a mirrored window on the left wall. The right had basic cabinetry and a built-in sink. In the center were a couple of cushioned benches, the kind you'd find at a typical doctor's office. Both faced the mirror, though the one close to the door was already occupied.
The woman on the bench was stunning, a shoulder length blonde with a delicate, yet healthy frame. She wore a pair of similar grey shorts and a basic sports bra as the lady before her did a standard physical. Much like his own caretaker, the lady doing the checkup wore white as she went about her business. As Corey made his way to his seat, he couldn't help but look over at his potential test partner. From the front, he took note of her face. Though she had pretty blue eyes, they had dark bags underneath. Although it didn't steal from her overall beauty, it did leave her looking exhausted. He also couldn't help but glance at her physique. Her bust was ample while her skin was a little pale, but it worked well with her skinny features.
Before Corey sat, his handler introduced them. "Corey Volpe, meet Samantha O'Donnel. You two will be spending a decent bit of time together."
As Corey took her hand, his heart raced. His nervousness turned his cheeks a light crimson as he shyly made her the first to speak. "Call me Sammy. It's nice to finally meet you."
"A pleasure," he stammered as he tried to recover, his face only growing redder. Taking his seat, Corey underwent the same initial tests, blood pressure, vitals, and general responsiveness.
As the tests concluded, a third person entered, the light blue a contrast to his subordinates. "Hello again," said Dr. Fredrickson. "Now, I know you have questions, so hopefully I can answer them all for you." Moving between the occupied benches and the window, he started by pointing back at the reflective surface. "Behind this will be myself and my staff. Don't worry, it's just a small team to monitor you." After a short pause, he put his hands together. "Alright. Now, down to business. You've both chosen to participate in this drug trial. Although I cannot tell you what is in the syringes, I can tell you that you will be receiving two shots. The point of this test is to see if the drugs are compatible with each other. They are both completely safe and initial testing has indicated that there should be no ill effects. If, for whatever reason, you feel that anything is out of the ordinary, let us know."
Before Corey could ask anything, the doctor saw his expression and continued. "The reason for two of you is to see if there are any variations based on gender. Now, if there are any questions, feel free to ask."
Seizing the opportunity, Corey blurted, "At what point do we get to know what we've been injected with?"
With a nod, Fredrickson replied, "After you've been injected and we have a chance to see if any reactions have occurred. By knowing what's in the syringes, you could experience phantom symptoms, which could invalidate the experiment."
Sammy raised her hand and asked, "As far as the pay, when do we receive the funds?"
"Good question," he responded, fighting back a subtle smirk. "We'll have your payment by the end of the procedure." Looking between the two, he smiled. "Any more questions?"
Corey chimed in one last time. "I'm not sure if this is the right time to ask, but I was hoping to learn more about what happens in this department so that I might transfer over. Would that be a possibility? It's just that I'd rather be on the research side more than the production side."
Fredrickson couldn't help but chuckle. "We can talk more about that afterwards. Alright, if you two are ready, we can begin." Corey nodded while Sammy gave a thumbs up, both sitting and mentally preparing for the procedure. The doctor turned to the mirror. "Record the time. Let's get this project underway." Walking to the door, he signaled to his staff before heading back to the control room.
Obediently, the two white-coats prepared the needles over on the counter, one of each solution. In one vial was a thick, orange serum while the other looked more milky and pink. Pulling metal trays out of the cabinetry, both scientists placed their two needles, a rubber tourniquet, an alcohol wipe, and a strip of gauze on it, then made their way back over to their respective patients.
Placing the tray on the unoccupied half of the cushion, Corey's physician got to work. "Please hold out your arm." As he banded the extremity, he explained, "The first will go into your arm, the second into your shoulder." Next, he broke open the swab and cleaned both injection sites.
Sammy took a little longer. When the lady asked her to hold out an arm, she gave her right as she explained, "I used to inject in the left, so it's probably all scarred up. Right handed, you know." The assistant seemed to disprove, likely of the circumstances behind the need, but continued none the less. She, too, went through with explaining and swabbing the areas for the experiment.
When both subjects were prepped and ready, the shots were administered on the woman's count. "Three, two, one, inject." The orange liquid traveled from the syringe and into their veins, the thickness causing a little discomfort for Corey, though Sammy seemed completely unfazed. After a few seconds, the bands were removed and the sloshy, pink shots were ready for the countdown. Both colleagues nodded to each other before the woman counted down, the needles piercing into the flesh a third of the way down the upper arm.
This time Corey gave an audible wince which made his companion giggle. "Don't like needles, do you?"
After the wound was cleaned by the gauze, the brown-haired pincushion couldn't help but rub at the puncture mark as he replied. "Not really a fan, no. How about you? You didn't even flinch."
Sammy sounded a bit cheery as the medical professionals cleaned up and cleared out. "I used to shoot up back in the day. You get over any fear of needles real fast."
As the two were locked into their solitude, metal latches grating into place, silence grew until the intercom flicked on. Dr. Fredrickson's voice was crisp and clear as he explained. "Now we wait. Please let us know if you feel anything. It will take a bit to work, so feel free to move around and mingle."
Corey hopped to his feet, taking the opportunity to mess with his seat. It took a few seconds for him to figure it out, but he pulled the back half up and set it into a slightly reclined chair. When he noticed that he was being watched by the woman on the other, he offered in a gentlemanly tone, "Would you like me to get yours, too? It wouldn't be any trouble."
"That'd be great," she beamed back as she watched him work. While he finished locking it in place, she took her chance to learn more about her fellow Guinee pig. "So... Corey, was it? How'd they get you in here?"
Moving back to his chair, he plopped down before answering. "As much as I'd like to say college debt, that was only a side benefit. I was really hoping to learn more about the Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department and possibly get myself inside as a researcher."
"So, that's what EGAD stood for? Huh. And what did you do before?"
Corey leaned forward attentively. "I'm a lab tech at one of their sister companies. Not really any hope of advancement, but, either way, production kinda sucks. I'd rather be in here with the real science." Pointing over to Sammy, he asked, "And how about you?"
She spoke with a smile. "Which one? What brought me here or what did I do before?"
Her peppiness was infectious, drawing a chuckle from her new ally. "Why not both."
"Alright," she said as she spun around to better face him. "I came for the money. Don't really have a steady job at the moment and when I hit bottom I decided to get clean. Well, now I'm trying to pull myself out of that, so this payoff would be a great start. Still getting stuck with needles, but at least this time it could help people."
Lowering his voice, Corey questioned, "So, what do you think they injected us with?"
Without softening her tone, she replied, "What did you say they were called, experimental gentical something?"
Still hushed, he said, "Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department."
"Yea, that." She pondered a moment before putting her palms on the seat. "I figured it was some new vaccinations, but maybe..." Lifting and wiggling her fingers, she teased, "Mad science. Maybe they'll turn us into dogs."
Corey's voice cracked as he shot back, "That would be just my luck." Clearing his throat didn't seem to help. "Huh, that's weird. My throat is tingly."
Fredrickson's voice came over the speakers. "That's normal. It'll pass. Let us know if you feel anything else."
A few moments later, Sammy developed a subtle itch. As she scratched, she questioned the mirror, "How about minor irritation? I've got this itchiness and it's spreading."
Another click gave her the answer, "Yes. That is also a normal side effect."
The minutes passed, growing the area of Sammy's itch. The woman fought the need to scratch, focusing her energy on small talk. "So, how are you feeling?"
Corey's reply came with almost the same feminine pitch, "The tingling stopped." With a girly gasp, he covered his mouth, Sammy laughing at his embarrassment. "Shut up," he demanded while pointing angrily. "At least I'm not growing body hair."
"What?" Looking at her arms, she instantly knew what he was talking about. Short buds of brownish orange fur snuck out of her pores, speckling her arms, legs, and belly. "B-body hair? What the hell?"
Sammy was too busy checking herself over to notice as her sports bra started to loosen, the mounds below shrinking. What she lost, her partner picked up, Corey's nipples swelling up and pushing forward. By the time he noticed they were already half done, blossoming until they would have filled a c-cup, almost a full bra size larger than Sammy's had been. As her suppleness vanished, she removed the bra for a better look. She would have teased Corey, but her terror kept the humor at bay. Silent from the initial shock, Corey's fingers hovered, afraid that if he touched the tender orbs he'd make them real. With a girly shout, the fear burst forth. "What is going on here? There's no way **this** is happening!"
While feeling her own nipples, firm yet useless, she gawked at the knockers her test-mate sported. "Damn... yours are bigger than mine ever were." Thinking nothing of it, she groped one of the man's breasts, the sensitive flesh stealing a womanly gasp from his changing lips. "And they're really nice at that." Withdrawing, she shook the thought from her head, focusing back on herself. A ridge was pushing out between her ribs while a pain built, both in her sides and her nose.
While Sammy's ribcage grew more canine, Corey's body started to curve to a feminine shape, the hips widening as his shoulders shrank. While his structure turned dainty, his ears began to point, poking past his brown locks. When he saw himself in the mirror, he couldn't believe the sight, slowly walking forward for a better view. His face no longer had the broad, angular jaw of a man. His features were softer and his chin more ladylike. His Adam's apple had been lost for some time now, but it hurt to see it firsthand. The tiny fingers that touched at the refection of his breasts were delicate, too thin for a man like him. The only thing that remained of his previous gender was the tenting fabric between his legs, pushing against the shorts as his bubbling butt offered little room for anything else. Pounding on the glass, he commanded answers. "I did not sign up for this! What the **fuck** have you done to me? To us?"
Sammy moved to the mirror as well, checking on her changing face. Her nose was already starting to blacken and push forward while her ears were at the same stage as Corey's, pointing and growing orange fuzz. As freakish as her head was, her horrified gaze focused on her chest. Eight nipples were present, paired and descending down her body. As she went to touch the glass, her arms wrapped around her form in a tortured grasp. The pain of her ribs lengthening dropped her to her knees as she screamed out.
The intercom came to life as the doctor spoke. "Now we can tell you the full extent of this project. The injections you received were gene therapies. The first was to change your species, the second was to change your gender." Before either victim could speak, he started in again, "The goal of this project was not only to see if these two serums work together, but also to assist with the repopulation efforts of the World Wildlife Fund."
Pounding again, Corey screamed, "What are we turning into, you bastards?" His attention left the glass as he felt a poke, his nailbeds spurting black claws.
A new voice come over the comms, that of Mr. Henders, the WWF representative. "As a critically endangered species, red wolves are needing all the help humanity can give them. Since we, as humans, keep overpopulating the world, our organization has agreed that, if it was viable, changing the problem species into a solution was a valid option. We teamed up with EGAD because they are the leaders on this science. The gender swapping is their part. As much as changing the gender could help us maximize breeding, it was something they needed more testing for, so we reluctantly agreed. As for the red wolves, we need more breeding pairs, so that is where you come in."
With defiance, Corey yelled, "I'm not about to fuck an animal, you sick freaks!"
Dr. Fredrickson took over the mic once more. "Oh, you have it backwards, my 'dear girl'. Sammy is going to be the one breeding with you. You'll be the bitch, not 'him'." With that, the speakers cut off, leaving the two alone with their misfortune.
Sammy's muzzle continued to push out, half formed. She did her best to talk, the growing tongue making it awkward. "I'm no man, you assholes... And I'm not about to help with this sick fantasy. Change me back! Change me gah..."
As tears streamed from the pain Sammy was enduring in her face and chest, Corey nervously pulled down his shorts, the bulge having already begun its retreat. A thin line of precum clung to the fabric as his penis shrank. Tearing the shorts down and kicking frantically, he watched as his member shriveled, his testis retracting into the forming slit. The terror was only intensified as he realized that it wasn't going to be human. The deepening gash wasn't straight. It almost looked like an upside down "T" with his pecker sinking into the top. Grabbing at the little that remained, he tried desperately to stop his receding manhood. All he managed to do was shudder his body with a sickeningly seductive sensation.
While Corey fondled 'herself', desperately trying to stop her change, Sammy was dealing with her own problems. The chest pains had stopped, but it left her panting out of an almost fully formed wolf-like mouth, sharp teeth already filling in. Her hands and feet had started their change, thick grey pads callusing her palms and digits. A sudden twinge at the base of her spine dropped her muzzle to the floor, droplets of regret flowing down her fleshy cheeks. As the pink strand of muscle and skin pushed out into a tail, she tried her best to complain, the words more a canine whine out of her finishing maw. "Ris ran't re rappering!"
The pained words finally drew her partner's attention, Corey still stroking at her now fully formed canine vulva, the organ swelling with need as the extra pairs of nipples budded down her chest. "S-sammy? You're looking like a werewolf or something!" Dropping to her knees, Corey tried to put a comforting hand on Sammy's furring shoulder, though her fingers were also starting to stiffen, similar grey pads already half formed.
Cry as she might, Sammy couldn't hold back the changes. She could feel her ears move to the top of her head as the elongating spine finished its push, soft fluff starting to choke out the pale skin. When Corey moved in, the hand was a comfort as her mind was wracked with panic and pain. The gentle kindness lured her to open her eyes and look up to her ally, a pathetic whine complimenting the sad gaze. Corey tried to stay calm as he spoke, but there was a definite twinge of shock as he spurted, "Your eyes... they're wolfy!" The humanly blue hue remained, though the color streaked to the edges like that of a husky.
A heartbroken sniffle revealed more than expected as Sammy's powerful nose picked up a peculiar scent. Taking another sniff, she followed the fragrance as she asked, the words more a confused huff, "Wha is rat?" Another breath and she had it. Corey didn't realize, but she had been dripping with arousal when she knelt down, bringing the odor of lust within reach of her canine companion. Though Sammy was still very much a woman were it counted, the dripping need begged her changing desires.
While the black sniffer approached her womanhood, Corey could only ask a confused "What are you-" before she was cut off by a warm, wet lick against her engorged opening. Her body was not prepared for such a glorious sensation, the bliss throwing her backward onto her butt. Another testing taste wracked her body with pleasure, forcing her to bite a furring finger to hold back an aroused scream. With that nip came another surprise. The teeth that met the almost paw-like finger were sharp and pointed. Looking to the mirror between gasps, she found out why. Her nose had already wrinkled into a dark grey snout, pushing away from her face as it left a trail of peach skin, the whole thing looking like a quarter-finished muzzle. Her ears, like the greedy beast before her, had moved to the top of her head.
The paw she had bitten slowly stroked the white fuzz that grew on her lower cheek as it cascaded down her jaw and neck. The awe of the moment was shattered when the moist tongue slipped into Corey's folds, a scream of euphoria bursting forth as her entire body spasmed. As much as she wanted to break away, to push Sammy's face and tell her off, Corey's new anatomy demanded the attention. Lying back, Corey groped her heaving breasts, one hand tenderly fondling a shrinking mound as the other traced the smaller bumps as they slowly migrated lower.
Corey wasn't the only one overpowered by the lust. Sammy could feel herself getting trapped, each lick bringing her closer to the male mindset. What she didn't realize was that the more her mind changed, so too did her womanhood. The first lick started swelling her clitoris, the eager organ growing in length with each swipe of her moist tongue. The lips of her labia, already covered in white fluff, bulged as they changed into two halves of a wolf-like scrotum. When she started to invade the sanctity of her partner's body, Sammy's growing member twitched with delight, a pointed head growing erect as the reddening tissue stretched with yearning glee. The cavern between her testes sealed closed as 'she' became a full-fledged 'he'.
Sammy's new anatomy brimmed with longing as she dug her tongue deep into the wet orifice. It was Corey, on the verge of orgasm, that finally broke off the escalating sexual tension. Already starting to fur up herself, white covering her crotch and blending into orange on its way up, it wasn't until it hit her shoulders that the worry set in. As the bones rolled forward, decreasing her mobility, she pushed the fully formed and fuzzing red wolf face away from her enlarged sex. "No," she screamed out, her mouth fumbling the words as it continued its push to completion, "Ris-ris isn't right!" As the enthralled mouth moved back into place, Corey gave a soft punch as she rolled to her feet, forcing herself to stand despite the pain in her shifting hips.
The smack to Sammy's muzzle snapped him back to reality, absolute terror taking over his features. As much as he wanted to apologize, all he could manage was a saddened whimper as his ears flattened. Fortunately, Corey understood. Leaning down, she took his face between her fully formed paws, both dangling down, unwilling to turn as her limbs were still halfway between human and animal. She tried her best to comfort him with her whiney voice. "It's rot yourrr fault." With a growl, she finished the thought. "It's theirrrrrrrs."
With an accepting nod, Sammy tried to rise to his feet, the action toppling him to his side. His hips and joints had already set into his canine proportions. The only thing missing for his complete change was the thickening, brown-orange fur along his spine and tail, and the white-orange sprouting along his four legs. It took a moment for him to regain his footing, the large wolf paws still unusual to his mind, pads fully formed and slick against the polished floor.
The yipe from Sammy's fall was copied by Corey as her spine started its growth, two sickly lines bursting forth and forcing the woman to her hands and feet, both of which were now proud paws at the end of mostly wolf-shaped limbs. As the flesh lengthened into proper canine tails, both twitched with disproval, the searing pain forcing a whine from Corey's fully changed mouth. Though she couldn't see it, her eyes had begun their change, the sharp greens expanding to replace the visible white, a black ring growing at the edge to finish the bestial appearance. Not even a concern at the moment, she was oblivious to the fact that her glasses were missing, thrown off during her changes.
Sammy passed before the window angrily, his own metamorphosis complete. He had gained muscle and size as the fur had finished, all that power rippling with hatred toward the people behind the mirror. The entire process had been painful and horrifying, but the new bravado provided by the increase in testosterone made him want to maul those responsible. He kept his focus on the rage, fearful that if he, for a second, lost that focus, he'd turn his attention back to the bitch in heat.
Corey was lucky that her burly cell-mate had other desires at the moment as she dropped her face to the floor, a crack of the spine locking her to a beastly stance. Had Sammy noticed, he'd have come over for sure, Corey's body set in a pose that resembled a presenting dog, ready for mating. Her twin tails fluffed into wolfy appendages as her ribs lurched forward, the overwhelming pain of the expanding chest knocking her to her side. The wounded howl was magnified as the agony of her change was multiplied by the impact of the sensitive area against the hard ground. Curing up, her tails tucked between her legs, which had almost finished their own conversion.
The torture of his companion snapped Sammy to attention, the wolf moving in to tend to his fellow victim. As he moved closer, Sammy was startled by the fur growing over Corey's face. A small patch of blue intermixed with the brown over her left eye, climbing up to the front of her orangey ear. The right was completely normal, greys that changed to a coppery shade as it neared Corey's eyes and muzzle. With a gentle lick to the discoloration, Sammy tried his best to calm the weeping canine. The affection was not only welcome, but returned by the smaller red wolf as she gave a weak flick of her tongue to the bottom of Sammy's jaw. The end of the changes swept over the she-wolf's ribs and legs, the fur growing in a softer shade than her protector. The last of her human mass vanished, leaving her far smaller than the male before her, a mere fifty pounds to the sixty-five pound mound of muscle.
Back in the control room, Mr. Henders was confused by Corey's mutations. Seeing the oddities, he assumed the project a complete failure, though he wasn't about to let the rest of them know it. "The one you turned female. What went wrong?"
Dr. Fredrickson flipped through his papers as he answered, the outcome not at all surprising to him. "Two minor mutations. Honestly, this was expected. Sammy's 'X' chromosome had the easier conversion. Corey, on the other hand... His original male 'Y' chromosome had to grow and expand which, combined with the species change, is likely what caused it."
The WWF rep looked mildly concerned. "But won't this impact their breeding? We can't introduce mutated animals into the wild!"
"On the contrary," stated the team lead. "We now know exactly what to alter to fix this issue for future use. Plus, the mutation is likely only in her genes, not the ones she'll pass along." Taking a moment to write on his sheets, he continued the explanation. "Don't worry. We plan to test the pups they produce. If any genes are mutated, they will not go into circulation. However, I am almost certain that won't be a problem. These were both minor, superficial mutations. They shouldn't be passed on to the next generation."
Still not entirely convinced, the guest huffed before saying, "I guess we'll see in about two months. That is assuming they actually mate. How sure are you they will, anyways?"
It was one of the lab assistants that spoke up after a quick chuckle. The man explained with an awkward cheeriness, "The gender bending formula has the fun little side effect of ramping up the sex drive. The subject's usually unprepared for the change in hormones. Not to mention that when the animal mind takes over, the bitch is going to be in heat... so it shouldn't be long now."
He was absolutely right, the two red wolves already struggling to maintain their minds against the scent of attraction. Sammy had gone back to stalking the mirror, though his nose kept pointing back to the female as his member stiffened with desire. Corey remained where she was, whining desperately as she fought the need to lick at her own swollen lady parts. Slowly, her leg lifted into the air as her muzzle drew close, the dampness of her snatch commanding attention as liquid desire dripped to the floor. With a reluctant groan, Corey tasted at the needy orifice, the attention sending the heavenly fragrance into the air and over to the horny hound as he drew closer, the pull of instinct winning out over the shred of modesty.
As much as Corey wanted to fight her growing lust, the sight and smell of her companion's cock nagged at her bestial urges. Her body seemed to move on its own, pivoting to her paws and raising her backside into the air, a fitting demonstration to the powerful mate ready to take her. Corey's tails swept to opposite sides, showing off her display of interest while Sammy drew ever closer, his eyes predatory with passion. The closer the aroma, the less control Sammy could muster, instinct taking over as he moved into place. With an excited hop, Sammy's legs were around Corey's hips, waist twitching greedily as he mounted his bride-to-be. It took a few tries, but the reddened tip hit its mark, sliding deep into the accommodating slit.
Corey wanted to scream, the feeling both blissful and violating at the same time. As embarrassing as it was to her lingering humanity, it somehow felt right, a feminine moan breaking past her black lips. The tighter her companion squeezed with his forelegs, the more certain Corey grew that this was really happening, that she was getting rammed by a stiff, canine shaft, and, in a weird way, absolutely loving it.
The tighter Sammy gripped, the harder he prodded, his penis digging in with quick, shallow thrusts. He didn't understand why at first, but it pleased him when Corey looked back, chin to the floor and eyes seductively wide. It donned on him as he deepened his drive, long strokes forcing his bitch to pant with pleasure. He felt dominant for the first time in his life. No longer the one getting poked, **he** was the one in control for once. The feeling was better than any of the drugs he'd tried as a human, adrenaline and testosterone fueling his pace. Clumsily lost in the moment, his member slipped from the inviting folds of his female, probing to find its home again. Several stabs at the white fur of her backside left damp strands of precum until the rocket found its way, shooting back in with a joyous force.
Corey's whole body heaved from the vigor of the blow, face swaying forward as her eyes closed, the feelings overwhelming her. Her hips started to sway, doing their best to please the needy flesh that invaded her. Each spasm was a glorious event, the sensation like nothing she'd ever felt as a man. Sammy was enjoying the pumping pussy as well, each pulse milking his member and bringing him closer to orgasmic elation. The tighter Corey's passage grew, the larger his knot swelled, the expanding organ tying the two together and allowing Sammy to rock both bodies with each push.
The engorged shaft startled Corey, the realization that she was trapped into the possibility of pregnancy rapidly fading with the last of her human mind, the wolf finally winning out in its entirety. Each heave pushed out a gleeful whimper, the bitch on the verge of climax. Sammy was nearing the same point, both in body and mindset. The excitement of being the alpha blotted out any shred of his past existence, the red wolf taking over with a deep shove, the perfect opportunity for a sensual nip at Corey's neck.
The erotic bite sent both over the edge, Sammy's seed lured out by the squeezing vibrations of his mate. The white warmth flowed into Corey, a needful whine pushing out as her body was invaded. The knot held firm leaving the semen unable to escape, the entirety of the sticky secretion filling up her passage and replacing the demanding heat with a soothing comfort. Both canines panted heavily from the intensity, tongues lulled out and dripping to cool their bodies from the fiery enthusiasm.
It took a bit for the emotions to settle, but when they did, Sammy tried to move away, the wolf's bulge holding tight and stopping his retreat. He felt horrible when his lover yipped with pain from his selfish tug. Instead, he wrapped his body around, facing away and letting Corey rise to her feet as well. Standing butt to butt, the two waited patiently for their courtship to end.
Unfortunately for them, their captors felt this was the perfect time to act. The door creaked open, letting Dr. Fredrickson and the two previously unseen assistants move in before it slammed shut. As they circled the room, Sammy growled, loud and menacing. He was ready to lay down his life to protect his woman. Corey, on the other hand, had grown more timid with the change. She lowered down into a submissive display, ears back and tail low. Her chest was on the ground, though her haunches remained high, still tied to her partner.
The doctor took on a non-threating posture as he spoke, soft and gentle. "I'm sorry to do this to you both right now, but it's the best time to keep from getting bitten. I promise that you'll be safe." When the fierce glare of the male was locked on him, he gave a sharp "now" which was followed by synchronized puffs of air. The tranquilizer darts hit their marks, both digging deep into the flanks of the immobilized animals. By the time Sammy's knot had started to recede, he was already heavy from the drugs, barely keeping his front legs steady. Corey was quickly fading to sleep as the warm seed oozed out of her body and onto the floor. Try as he might, Sammy couldn't get his hindquarters off the ground, his ribs rapidly joining them as he toppled into darkness.
With both beasts pacified, the professionals got to work. As the two gunners put away their weapons and grabbed syringes, ready to draw a blood sample, the other two walked in and headed to the cabinets, prepping the standard shots for animals of their type. Seamlessly, the team worked to inoculate and ready the freshly turned red wolves for transport. It wasn't long before the cages arrived to take the pair to the local zoo.
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Corey awoke to an inquisitive tongue steaking across her moist nose, her partner wagging protectively as she gave a groggy lick back. It took her a moment to get her bearings, the lingering effects of the tranqs still leaving her system. As she moved to her feet, Sammy bounced around excitedly like a pup ready to play. Leading Corey around, he showed off their new enclosure. It was fairly spacious and outdoors, a little rock den in the center of sparse trees. In the front was a moat with a concrete wall on the far side, a viewing platform for visitors at the top. Between the den and the pair's right was a small pool for drinking and splashing. To the right was a fence that separated them from another pack of wolves, the group as curious about them as they were of the new area. The back led to a fake wall that had a doggy door to a small indoor enclosure, a place where staff could easily interact or leave food.
The following days were spent getting to know their neighbors, a small pack of three gray wolves, getting to know the staff, and the frequent, passionate mating romp. The new names they were given by their keepers were an easy change, Corey being swapped to the feminine form, Kori, while Sammy was just cut down to Sam, both names proudly displayed on the placard for their enclosure.
As the days turned to weeks, Kori started to show signs of pregnancy, the staff overjoyed as her figure started to round. At first Sam was highly protective of his mate, growling at their caretakers as they moved into the territory. Slowly, though, he opened up, welcoming the attention as much as Kori did, the checkups she received often accompanied by treats and belly rubs. They quickly adapted to the new life and the pleasantries of the enclosure, even growing excited as new faces passed by, watching as they played.
Five weeks in and Kori was really starting to show, the rounding tummy quite noticeable as her nipples started to enlarge. Sam remained extraordinarily attentive to his lover, often bringing her scraps of food before eating, himself. By now, they had grown used to their habitat and their neighbors, the latter being very helpful in the adjustment. Now that she was showing, she was less eager to visit, but earlier Kori and Sam would hang around the fence playfully. The gray wolves and they often shared scents, howled together, and even ran from side to side in a friendly chase. Over halfway into the pregnancy, the pair decided to keep their distance, the other wolves larger and a potential threat to their pups.
On the fifty-ninth day of her pregnancy, Kori started lactating, the staff overjoyed that she would deliver soon. The zookeepers had a poll going to guess the number of pups, the bulk estimating between five and eight. With her belly being so round and voluptuous, it was a pretty safe bet. Kori, too, was eagerly waiting for her day of glory. Carrying the extra weight wasn't as fun as it looked, her sensitive nipples dragging on occasion, the stimulus an unwelcomed shudder. Though her motherly instincts were in full force, the need to nurture overwhelming, deep in the back of her mind she was worried about being a mother. The fear that she might lose a pup constantly nagged at her, though Sam seemed happy enough to be a father, running circles around the den whenever he felt a little kick as he snuggled her.
Two days later, Kori gave birth. A healthy litter of six, all looking perfectly normal and cute. The tiny pups were pure brown, little stubby noses, flopped ears, and closed eyes. When all were accounted for, the soft whimpers filling the den, Kori got to experience a new sensation. Instead of the discomfort that had nagged her, she was relieved as her babies suckled at her engorged teats, all the maternal worries fading into a calming serenity. Sam constantly poked his head into the den, jumping for joy whenever the precious bundles squeaked with delight.
The zookeepers left the proud parents alone that day, the den camera giving them all the initial information they needed. However, the experiment was not yet complete. EGAD still had to come back in for genetic testing, and that meant strife for the poor red wolf family.
The next day, after Kori had let her pups suckle, she and Sam went to the pond for a drink. They had thought nothing of it until a soft hiss from the distance sounded and a sharp pain invaded their sides. Neither had seen where the darts had come from, but the toxins worked fast, both canines passing out in moments.
The combined staff worked quickly, gloved hands drawing blood from not only the parents, but all of the pups. The pint sized predators were weighed, vaccinated, and received a general physical, all the while their parents being none the wiser. Dr. Fredrickson's theories were confirmed, the mutation responsible for Kori's twin tails and light blue patch of fur were only present in her. The litter was completely healthy, physically and genetically, from the largest down to the adorable little runt. During the little doctor visit, they found out that between the six, there were four boys and two girls, a happy find for Mr. Henders, who was excited at the breeding potential it offered in the years to come.
With their part finished, the research group at the Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department took the findings and went on to develop an injection to be used for aiding in the repopulation of critically endangered species. The targets of these inoculations were the scum of society, aiding in both prison overcrowding and humanity's unchecked overpopulation. Though it would later be scrutinized as a violation of human rights, it was exceptionally effective.
The World Wildlife Fund had their solution, gladly using it to change the fate of threatened species. Though not all agreed with the tactic, a couple board members actively resigning, the bulk agreed on the method, making sure to test every successful use for the absence of genetic anomalies. To that end, the project was a complete success.
As for the darted parents, they were unconcerned with the goals of the corporation that recruited them. They didn't even care that the money they'd been promised never came, though, technically it was paid in room and board, food, and healthcare. The only thing they cared about when they woke up was their pups, which had been returned safely to the den. Though a couple had strayed to the mouth of the home, Kori and Sam were glad that everyone was safe, delicately gripped at the scruff of their necks and bringing the family in close.
It was here that the pack remained until the pups had grown old enough to be moved off to rear families of their own. Kori and Sam were a very active breeding pair, producing healthy litters every year. The bond they shared remained strong, the two content with what they had, never once wanting to return to their humanity... or even able to remember it, their lives completely dedicated to what they were, a proudly mated pair of red wolves.
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GIVE INTO YOUR MIDNIGHT DESIRES (PT3) by Virgil Grey
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You and I get to your place and settle in. The walk wasn't really that far but we remove our coats and sit on the bed. I think to myself, I wonder what could make this night even better. What a silly question. We both know the answer to that. It was fairly obvious. I can see you're already
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You and I get to your place and settle in. The walk wasn't really that far but we remove our coats and sit on the bed. I think to myself, I wonder what could make this night even better. What a silly question. We both know the answer to that. It was fairly obvious. I can see you're already undressing me with your eyes. It's an aggressive lust radiating from you. But it's not a dominating aggression, it's more of a submissive urge. You know what you desire and I know that you know what to do to get it. You know that I'm not going to deny it, or you. If I'm honest with myself, I wish to take you, it only helps that I know you want me to. I desire you and you desire me. Right now in this very moment all we care about is lust. Nothing else. We wish to satisfy ourselves using each other.
We shift our bodies to the side of the bed. I get up and walk to the front of you. You're looking up at me and I down at you. I have shifted myself into the power position with you bellow me. I order you to strip while I watch. You waste no time, you comply, removing your cloths, slowly, starting with your top. You remove it revealing your supple slender body to me. I grab a chair that was sitting off into the corner and sit it in front of the bed, why not have a front row seat while I'm being served. I sit in the chair and you get up off the bed and turn around, your back facing me. You take your skirt off, leaning forward as you do it. You peak back to confirm that I'm watching but for the moment I'm captivated. Even though you're a boy you have these nice curves, almost like a girl. Your skirt drops to your feet. You look back again and you see my erection bulging with approval. There is a wet spot. Precum is leaking through my pants. The sight of your round shapely butt in your panties caused me to drip a little more. Much to my pleasure you have slipped those off too, your bare ass exposed to me. You give me a little wiggle, teasing me to do something with it.
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Training the Jock Part 2 by GabrielClyde
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Second part with one to come. Terri the domineering cow has more punishment and humiliation in store for jock colt rick. And she uses her brother to do it... - The next day the colt trotted into the chagerooms at the school. He was early; very early for the game. He wore his training top, and his
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The next day the colt trotted into the chagerooms at the school. He was early; very early for the game. He wore his training top, and his football shorts, and a pair of runners for now. His gear was in his locker, and he went to it as ordered.
The cow had been waiting for him.
"What took you so long Ricky..."
He looked up, and she saw the haunted look in his eyes. Where they had been bright blue pools of contempt, now they were almost grey. She wanted so much to kiss him, but first she had to break him some more.
"Couldn't get away from home."
She waggled a finger at him. His ears flattened, and she loved that look on him. It was the best look on a stallion.
"Well...don't you think of disobeying me sport. I own you..."
He whined and begged, but she was having none of it.
"I still have the video, and I still want to teach you some lessons colt. For my own reasons...let us say."
"Please!"
"Just do what I tell you colt, and do it well. And first I want you wearing your shoulder pads."
He looked at her as if she was deranged, then realised she probably was. His mane shook, and his tail swished, and he tried hard not to shake as he reached for his locker.
Taking out his gear, he slipped out of his football jersey and put the pads on. He looked at her uncertain, and she just grinned and patted a bag of her own.
"Now it's my turn."
As he watched, dumbfounded, she stripped. He saw her again, as he had last night, the big raw boned cow, with a massive set of tits. His eyes popped in spite of his predicament, and they zeroed in on the big fat nipples a huge brown areolae of the biggest set of tits he had ever seen in real life.
"Like what you see sport?"
"Uhh...yeah..."
He managed a cheeky grin, and she gave him a smouldering look of her own. She reached into the bag and pulled out a cheerleader uniform, and as he watched a little surprised, she pulled on the top and the skirt. He realised she was wearing no underwear, her breasts straining the fabric of her top showing off every contour and curve, and he could just imagine the feel of her hot snatch open to the world under the skirt. His loins stirred, and he let out a soft neigh.
The uniform clearly wasn't hers; he knew all the cheerleaders, of course, he had fucked more than his share of them, and the cow wasn't one of them. She barely fitted it in fact, and her tits definitely didn't, but the effect was mesmerising. He stared, and his cock tented his football pants obscenely. The cow noticed, of course, and walked over casually, her breasts swaying under the fabric, and gave his endowment a stroke through the fabric. His neigh turned into a full blown whinny, and he stiffened noticeably. His eyes stuck fastened on her chest.
"So stud, you have given me enough grief over the years. Looks like you missed the appeal of a bigger girl under all your football bro bluster. I thought if I dressed up like this you might find me a bit more attractive and find it easier to do your job this morning."
"My...ahh...job?"
He was lost now, looking into her big brown eyes in wonder.
"Yeah stud...make me feel beautiful for once. Get on your knees pony."
She grabbed him by the ear, and led him over to the lockers. He followed of course; there wasn't much else a teenage stallion could do when a big cow had him by his soft little colty ear, the only thing worse would be...well, best not contemplated. She had him there metaphorically too.
With gentle but insistent pressure she forced him to his knees, right in front of his own locker, and she mounted the low wooden bench in front of it. With a flourish, she lifted her skirt, exposing a well tended bush and a set of pink pussy lips already swelling and moist from contemplating her domination of the cocky stud.
"Now stud...show me how you make a girl feel beautiful."
To his credit he needed no further instruction, and he even didn't need a finger and thumb twisting his sore ear. She let him go soon enough, as reward for efforts. His lips and his sweet tongue were doing a good enough job.
"Ohhh yes stud...better...much better..."
He lapped at her folds, alternating between the soft lips and the swelling clit just poking out from under a big fleshy hood. She used her hands on his mane now, guiding him, sometimes forcing him, even pushing him deeper into her snatch when she needed some serious deep tongue action. He kept licking, doing her bidding, and he even used his fingers on her, sliding one into her and stroking her folds while he concentrated on her clit.
"Ohhh fuck yes mister pony....fuck yes....yes...yes...fuck...fuck..."
She bathed him in the juices of her excitement, the orgasm producing a spray of female fluids that tasted sweet. Then with a wicked gleam in her eye, she forced him to lick more, and felt the urge build until she lost it.
"AGHHHH!"
He looked so cute then, she thought. Angry, humbled, and very very pissed off. The best look for a stud, especially when he had a muzzle and head decorated by her piss. She clamped down for now, letting him wipe his eyes clear of the liquid, then she pulled him into a standing position, his muzzle just under hers.
She kissed him then, tasting the tang of her pussy and her piss on his muzzle. It made her horny as fuck, and she bit his lips until he screamed and she tasted blood to add to the tang. Breaking the kiss, she looked into his confused and terrified eyes and kissed his nose.
"Nice start stud, but now you need to do it properly. Fuck me, hard, and make me feel special."
"But...how...?"
He looked genuninely stumped now. She kissed his nose again and sighed. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, and one leg around his waist. He slowly got the message.
"Up against your locker stud. The football jock claiming his girl..."
She wrapped her second leg round him now, and he used his arms to hold her up, taking the weight of the big cow with difficulty. He had the upper body strength for it though, a colt who never shirked the weights, and it paid off for him this time. Pushing his body forward, he slammed the cow into his locker, using the leverage to help hold her up. With her arms round his neck, and her legs now wrapped round his waist, he felt her groin suddenly push down against his, and the heat of a cow pulsed against his hardened cock.
"Fuck me stud...do it right or else..."
He used one arm to hold her, almost losing his grip, and the other to fumble with his pants. She helped him, a little, untying his waistband, while he pulled them down and managed to get his erection free of his jock. It slapped her ass hard and slid along her snatch, and he felt the heat and the wetness suddenly dripping all over his flare. It made him whinny now, and he kissed her, no longer caring about the tastes in his muzzle, and she reached down to help his cock slide into her pussy after a feew moments of fumbling.
"Ahhhhhyesssss. So good stud."
He had her stable now, pressed between his body and the locker. His muscles strained, almost breaking from fatigue, his biceps and his pecs on fire. She didn't care one little bit, just loving the feel of him pressing against her, the cold hardness of his padding, the rough heat of his naked abdomen, the pulse of his cock. He began to thrust uncertainly, hesitant, straining every muscle to do his duty, but he got into it, his hips and his ass providing the power while his arms and his chest took the weight of his partner. The locker creaked and groaned, the hinges bent and fractured, and the door caved in partly, the heat of their fuck breaking his prized man shrine but he didn't notice. All he knew was the tight wet heaven his cock had fallen into.
They kissed harder then, her tongue invading his throat and conquering, and he fought bac with his cock, pounding into her snatch. He felt the end coming, the delicious tension giving way to heat and pleasure and a deep throbbing in the base of his cock right back near his tail and he flagged wildly as he ground her cunt with his hips and shot a thick load of teenage spunk into her and he screamed out his ending into her throat.
As he stood panting, he looked into her eyes and saw her smouldering. He swallowed in fear. This didn't look good.
"Nice sport. But I didn't tell you you could cum did I?"
"Ahhh...I'm sorry, it was so hot, you were so hot..."
He realised the last part was true. She was hot; fucking nuclear in fact. The thought stunned him.
"Nice excuse...well, what do you do if you leave your girl high and dry stud?"
"Uhhhh..."
He knew of course, but he didn't want to. He had shot buckets, and he hadn't used a condom. She would be dripping his spunk.
"On your knees colt, I want you to suck every last drop of your filthy jizz out of me do you hear?"
He obeyed as best he could, in spite of the claggy taste of his own cum. He concentrated on licking her clit, it looked so beautiful and purple, he reasoned she must be close. Gentle, soothing licks, then harder, from just under the tip and over the length of her clit, while he slid her hood back and forward like a little foreskin. It seemed to do the trick, and though she leaked a river of his cum, he only swallowed a bit of it.
She gripped his shattered locker hard in her climax and broke the door further. He didn't care, it was already too far gone. She gripped his mane painfully then, and pressed her snatch up to his muzzle.
"Open wide stud."
He felt the heat, and tasted the acrid taste again, much more of it this time. She pissed out her bladder into his complaining muzzle, and he drank it down with barely a complaint. She stroked his head then, the soft after the hard. She was learning how to manage him; stallions were easy.
She almost wanted ot kiss him again then. He looked so wounded, but she knew it would never do to let him off the hook too early. Besides, the best as yet to come.
"Now stud, bend over that table there."
He turned tearful eyes on the indicated furniture. In the middle of the locker room, they had a couple of wooden tables for gear, bolted down to the floor. He gave her a pleading look, but it was to no avail. With a sigh he trotted over and draped his large frame over the innocent timber.
Maria was whistling a tune as she went to her bag of tricks. She drew out a nice set of shackles, which drew a nicker from the stallion and a decided shudder of fear. His ears were down now, flat to his skull, and his tail nestled firmly between his legs. She gave his tail a fond stroke, then his ass, then his lower back. Such beautiful muscles, she thought. And the spot right at the base of his spine, the hollow just above his tail and the start of his ass cleft. That spot was pure magic.
Rubbing him there, she soothed his fears, so she could work. The manacles were leather and steel, and most study. In a flash he was tied down over the table, with his fetlocks secured to two legs, and his wrists to the far ones. His ass looked even better then, so tight, almost breaking through his football pants. She just had to pull them down now, and his cute little jock.
"Ohhhhh..."
Giving his cock a friendly stroke, she brought him back to full hardness. He was a simple stud, she reflected, even last night she had seen it. In the end his cock and his nuts ruled, and with the right stimulus, she could control him. His flare pulsed and throbbed, and dripped clear precum and the last dregs of his previous orgasm. She could tell he wanted more though; for this stud, there was no such thing as enough. She could feel it when she stroked his scrotum and cupped his heavy testicles in her palm. They felt on fire.
"You have to learn how to pleasure your partner better stud...with your cock, as well as your muzzle. Thankfully I can give you lessons on that."
The colt was puzzled now. He was still wondering at her words when he watched her walk to the bag and take out something unusual...and once he worked it out, most disturbing.
"Wait...no...fucking no...you cant..."
She ignored him, calmly dropping her skirt to leave her naked down below, and putting on the harness. It had a very worthy stallion shaped cock dildo attached, in fact the one she had taken from the stallion's sister the previous night. Now it was settled into a bracket on an efficient harness around her waist and protruded from a most deliciously sensitive pussy just itching to feel what it would be like to pound a tight jock hole on an unwilling stallion.
"No, please, Im begging you!"
A hand stroked his head, rubbing his ears, then down his mane, along his back, lingering on the hollow of his spine, then under his tail, and over his cheeks. She loved the feel of a guy's ass; in fact, she thought the rump was the best part of a guy. Rick had an ass to die for, compact, muscled, seeming to rise out of his thighs and his back like two perfect almost square lumps of muscle. He had pronounced dimples on the side when he flexed, and a deep inviting cleft. As he whinnied and begged, she parted his cleft, exposing his long soft taint and the clenched pucker and jiggling sac of his scrotum. So good.
"Stop whining colt...you keep wanting to fuck girls with you massive horsecock, its only fair you take one occasionally...and maybe you will learn a thing or two."
She did take pity on him a little, and the dildo acquired a liberal coating of lube before she pressed the massive plastic flare to his tightly clenched ass and pushed. He resisted, but she just chucked and pushed harder. It only meant that when the moment finally came, it sank in to the medial and he cried out in pain and began to sob.
"Such a silly stud...and such a coward..."
"fuck you!"
"No, fuck you Rick. As often as I want."
She showed no mercy, slamming in to the hilt and drawing fresh cries and struggles. She knew the best way to break him though, and that wasn't by raping him like a viking. She had far worse in mind.
It took him a while to realise it wasn't hurting as much. She was fucking him all right, his poor ass stretched and pained, but she was doing it slowly, almost lovingly, and as he perked his ears up in wonder, her flare touched that place inside him and he moaned. His cock slapped the underside of the table, and shot a line of precum.
"Poor colt...finding it to your liking?"
"No..."
"Awww lying wont help. I can read your ears pony, and your ass. It feels a lot easier, nicer, doesn't it? I can feel you opening wide and the way your body shakes when I touch you...there..."
"Ahhhh!"
"Now its my privilege to pleasure you stud...all the way to the end..."
"No...no...please...no...no...oh god...no...please...please...stop...please...stop...I cant...no...NO!"
She was in a rhythm now, massaging the jock's straining sphincter and his oversensitive teenage nut. He cried, he begged, and his eyes went wide as he realised his body was betraying him. He tried to stomp his hooves, and break free, but it was no use, the burning deep cock shaking cum built and suddenly it happened and he spurted a long continuous line of cum all over the floor as his body shuddered in a shameful climax.
He lay on the table crying as she stroked his mane, and then she used her grip to turn his head to one side. He gave a sudden start as he saw one of his teammates watching with a big grin on his muzzle. Dylan, the cow's younger brother, and one of the defensive linemen on the football team.
His shock and horror reached a peak when he saw the young bull had his phone pointed at them both, filming the colt's anal rape for all to see. His tears flowed afresh.
"Nice work sis..."
Reluctantly she pulled out of the broken stud. His ass tried to close, the abused pucker still wide open though thanks to the unfamiliar rough treatment. When the dildo finally left him with an audible pop, he let out a sigh of relief, and tried to close his poor tailhole. Oh God it hurt...
Rick fixed eyes on his teammate and pleaded with all his might.
"Please bro, call your sister off. Untie me, please. I've been punished enough..."
The young bull trotted over to his teammate with a big grin on his muzzle and stroked the colt's mane, then his back, and finally his pert ass. The colt was shaking now, feeling a guy's hands on him just as lovingly as the cow. Dylan rubbed his tail, just as his sister had, and slid a finger under to tickle his dock and play with his ass. He felt the slick remains of the lube, and one very pliable pony ass just begging to be taken. He gave his sister a grin.
"Got him well opened sis...awesome."
"Please bro! AHHHH!"
The jock bull was angry now, his grin turning to a snarl. He wrapped the colt's silken tail round his wrist and pulled it high, stretching one already sore pony anus and making his taint throb. Rick screamed, suddenly realising his predicament.
"Bro? Bro? First time I've heard you call me that punk. Fatso, beefy, oh yeah, I seem to remember "Wagyu". That made everyone laugh didn't it? I didn't know what the fuck it meant till I looked it up. Some nice beef all full of fat; everyone got the joke but me, and I felt like a cunt. You slimy asshole!"
"Owww! Please, I'm sorry!"
The bull gave him a hard lap on the rump, then another when the colt screamed and he enjoyed the way his rump jiggled from the blow. A couple more had him in a very penitent frame of mind, and he bent down to place his muzzle nice and close to the jock stallion's ears.
"Now hear this pony. You get to look a fucking hero out there on offence, makin touchdowns, screwing all the cheerleaders. And when you fuck up a nice simple pass, who saves your ass? Yeah, the big grunts like me in the defence. We stop them so you can go out there and be a hero again. And do you thank me? Do you help me in training, or run beside me on the track and tell me you are my bro? No, you call me fatso and laugh when I puke. Well if you want to be my bro, asshole, this is the way to do it. Bent over with your ass mine for the taking. And I think that's what I'm gonna do."
Rick was shaking his head now, unable to take in what was going to happen, even when the angry bull pulled down his own football shorts to unleash a thick throbbing bullcock. It had a fat bulbous head all purple exposed from a foreskin now retracted, a shaft pulsing with veins, and a massive set of nuts. He also had a body built for punishment, wide hips, big belly, and a huge rump made just to thrust that cock as hard and often as possible. It seemed like that was about to happen pretty soon.
He gave his cock a nice little stroke, drawing precum from the tip to coat the swollen head. It glistened in the light of the changeroom, and Maria made sure to get a nice closeup of it on Dylan's camera phone right when it was pressed to a helpless colt hole and the head disappeared with a scream from the owner of the hole and a grunt from the owner of the cock. She reached down and touched herself, frigging her clit as she watched the proud stud have his cherry stolen by her own brother, and she couldn't help but notice his cock remained hard and leaking all the time the bull sank into his guts.
"Yeah now that's my bro. On the end of my dick, nice and tight and hot. Fuck you are tight pony...tightest Ive ever had..."
"Oh god...oh god..."
Dylan was in heaven now. A junior, he had lusted after the senior stud ever since he had been a freshman. The arrogant colt had never given him the time of day, and when he joined the team, expecting that to make him notice him, even treat him as an equal, he had instead endured put down after put down. Revenge was so fucking sweet, as sweet as a virgin pony hole could be wrapped round his dick. He gave him long sweet strokes, letting the colt feel the full thickness and length of an aroused bull spreading his tunnel.
For Rick this was the worst. The dildo had been bad enough, but at least it felt cold and impersonal. This was hot, throbbing, and very much alive and it belonged to a dude, one of his teammates. He cried as his ass was taken, and the cow licked off his tears even as she frigged her clit to multiple orgasms watching his violation. The bull was good too, gripping his hips to thrust harder, then as the burn built to a sigh built to a throb in his balls, he felt a hand on his cock and he broke.
"No...no...oh god...harder....harder...harder...please I need to cum...please...harder..."
He was so close. So close...then a big rough mitt closed on his flare and a fat bull cockhead rammed his nut.
"AHHH!"
He still had enough in his balls to produce a respectable gush, enough to coat the young bull's hand. His body was on fire now, any touch so arousing, and he shuddered to the cow's exploration of his flanks even as the bull leaned over him, resting a substantial belly on his rump, and fed him his own load. He lapped it up as if it were the sweetest milk.
"Fucking bro all right...sweet ass pony."
The grunt of pain when the bull pulled out was part regret too. That cock felt so proper inside him. Now his ass gaped and he felt cum dripping down his taint to coat his balls in tingly sticky reminder of his shame.
"You get that sis?"
Maria nodded from behind the camera phone. This was going to be priceless; in fact, she had promised it to all the girls there last night, and after a moments hesitation at the sheer wickedness of what she was proposing, all had eventually agreed. Even the filly had shamefacedly requested a copy; she said it was for a friend.
Dylan held his formidable cock in his hand for now, idly stroking it. He knew he needed a second nut to relieve the tension, and he had the means right there.
"Open wide bro..."
Hand now wrapped in colt mane, he guided his length into the unwilling muzzle. Fuck it felt so hot...he thought it may even beat the feel of pony ass, if that were possible. He let the lost colt have half only, but that was enough. Those sweet lips spread wide to take it, sliding down his shaft and over the stretched skin of his foreskin just under the head, and a pony tongue touched his piss slit and licked at his frenum. It didn't take too long, he was already so on the boil, and he let out a deep moo and scrunched up his eyes as he dumped a second thick load into his jock teammate's muzzle and the colt struggled to swallow every drop.
He failed; his lips dripped with bull milk, and his chin. Dylan pulled out, his cock was way too sensitive for more right now, and he began to lose his hardon, the thick meat still sporting a decent semi. He loved the look of the colt right no so much, so lost, so broken, too lot even to cry. He bent down and gave him a long sloppy kiss, loving the taste of his own spunk on the colt. He also tasted something else.
"Fucking hell sis, did you piss in his muzz?"
She gave her brother a nonchalant shoulder shrug. He shook his head.
"I'm glad I'm not on your enemy list any more sis...you are one twisted cow."
"Got a problem brother of mine?"
He looked thoughtful then and shook his head.
"No...matter of fact, you may have given me an idea..."
Aiming his semi hard bull meat, he told the colt to open wide. Rick refused, his eyes wide as he stared at the angry purple head of the cock that had taken his virginity. The piss slit opened so wide, and suddenly a stream of steaming urine splashed all over him, and he closed his eyes. The bull didn't mind much, he enjoyed pissing all over his nemesis, coating his head, his muzzle, his mane, even right down his back. The jock stallion was dripping in bull piss, as well as bull cum that leaked from his muzzle and his red raw ass.
All he could do was shake then. The two bovines watched him, taking in the broken colt they had made. He seemed more than broken enough.
"Please...please..."
"Think we should leave him here for the team to find sis?"
"Please...please..."
She was tempted, sorely tempted, but Maria could tell they had pushed the jock beyond his limits this time. He lay there shaking, even after she took pity on him and untied him. His cock was still hard though, dripping precum. She ran a finger along the cleft of his ass, and wondered as his hole clenched and opened and his balls danced for her entertainment.
"I think he had learned a bit brother. Perhaps we should give him a break for the moment."
Dylan wasn't so sure, but he knew better than to argue. Together they pulled the colt off the table, and into the shower. He continued to shake all the time they washed out his coat, removing the piss at least from there though he could still taste it in his muzzle. The young bull even tended to his ass, rubbing the ridge of his pucker soothingly as his sister jacked his cock.
Both of them were surprised when he came, flooding the shower with a fresh load of spunk. He collapsed in their arms, still shaking, and rocked back and forward between the two bovines.
"You going to give some support to your teammates today bro?"
He played his worst individual game of all that day, but he laid more blocks and gave more vocal support to the defence than ever before. Everyone wondered at this slightly odd version of Rick they had found, but apart from the coach, who had to give up running plays through his star receiver, most seemed content. Especially one big bull with a quiet grin on his muzzle under the helmet.
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Tauren Tale, Chapter 6 by gre7g
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#6 of Tauren Tale - Jorga was picking up Common quickly, but Kazbo absorbed Taurahe like a new-born calf. They never had to teach him a word twice and he picked up phrases that they had not even explained. But despite all his linguistic skills, both Sanja and Jorga could not help giggling whenever
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Jorga was picking up Common quickly, but Kazbo absorbed Taurahe like a new-born calf. They never had to teach him a word twice and he picked up phrases that they had not even explained.
But despite all his linguistic skills, both Sanja and Jorga could not help giggling whenever the Gnome said the word "Tauren". It was supposed to be boomed from the bottom of the speaker's hooves, and said with a rumble. There was just something disjointed about hearing "Tauren" squeaked like a mouse.
"I'm really impressed," Sanja said, "with how quickly you are learning our language."
"Thank you," the Gnome grumbled.
She bent over as she walked and put a hand to his back. "I would think you'd be proud, but you seem..." She cocked her head sideways. "Is something upsetting you? Apart from walking, I mean?"
"Very funny," he squeaked in Taurahe. "I am fine."
"So then why the sad face?"
Kazbo sighed and seemed to search for the right words. "I do not like Taurahe."
"You don't?" Jorga said. "Do you think it's difficult?"
"No, it is easy. But I hate it." He crossed his arms and walked in silence for a while. "Speaking Taurahe words is like..." He made little fists and looked from one of the siblings to the other. "It is like biting your ears."
They put their hands over their ears in unison. "It's like you're biting my ears?" Jorga gasped.
"How do you mean?" he sister added.
Kazbo squeaked in frustration and his face turned slightly more pink. "I do not know many Taurahe words. I can not make words... line up."
"'Line up?' You mean that you can't make rhymes?" Sanja asked.
"Yes, that is it." He seemed a little relieved to get the thought conveyed. "I do not know Taurahe words to make rhymes."
The Taurens sighed in relief.
"Oh, I see what you mean. I never really understood why you bother to do that anyhow," Sanja said. "What's the point? Why do you even try to speak in rhymes?"
Kazbo seemed annoyed once more. Not angry at his fellow travelers, but frustrated with his inability to communicate his thoughts. "That is how Gnomes talk. Babies speak without rhymes. Without rhymes, it is not words." He flailed in frustration. "Is biting ears."
Sanja and Jorga shared an irritated look.
"I make you angry?" the little man squeaked.
"A little, yeah," Sanja gruffed. She fixed the Gnome with a knitted brow while her brother stomped ahead in silence. "It sounds like you think that my people are just stupid barbarians because we don't play idiotic games when we talk!"
She put her fists on her slender hips and came to a complete stop. Kazbo knew that she was serious, since the pair only stopped walking when the Gnome needed to rest.
"Well, I'm sorry if you think that," she fumed. "Perhaps we just have more important things to do than to see who can make up better rhymes."
"I am sorry. Not mean to make you angry," Kazbo apologized. "Not think Gnomes better than Tauren because of rhymes. Only Gnomes talk in rhymes. Do not..." He made a tiny growling sound. "Not have word... Do not need people to talk like Gnomes."
Kazbo started walking again and gestured for his two friends to come with him. "At home," he asked Sanja, "you make food?"
The girl set her jaw for a moment before deciding to answer. "Do I cook? Yeah, sure, sometimes. I like to cook."
The little man gestured at the desert plants around them. "You cook cactus at home?"
"Cactus?" she gasped. "No, we cooked cactus last night because we didn't have anything else to eat. It wasn't really even really cooking. I just burned the spines off of the cactus so we wouldn't get them stuck in our lips."
Sanja thought about her village, her utankan, and smiled. "At home, I help make bread, and I help roast the meat."
"Bread good. Meat good," Kazbo said. "Cactus bad."
"You mean that they taste good?" she asked. "Well, sure, bread and meat are delicious. Perhaps I'll get to bake you bread some day. But I doubt that anyone really likes eating cactus."
"You like cooking cactus?"
Sanja felt confused about his sudden obsession with cactus. "Well, like I said, it wasn't really cooking, but no I don't like cooking it."
Kazbo nodded and grinned. "Taurahe same as cactus. Good to speak to you. Good to speak to Jorga. Not like... no rhymes."
"That sounds like something Dad says," Jorga interjected. "To get what you want, sometimes you have to do things that you don't want to do - or do them in a way that wouldn't rather."
Kazbo pointed at the boy and nodded. "That, yes."
"I suppose that's okay," Sanja agreed. "The Tauren don't rhyme. I had never even heard of such a thing until I met Elizabeth. She taught me a few rhymes she called 'limericks'."
"Elizabeth taught you limericks?" the little man said. His face lit up like the morning sun. "Tell me limericks!"
"No!" Sanja nearly shouted. She covered her mouth with her hands. "I couldn't. Most of them were about Orcs, and they weren't very nice. And besides..." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "They weren't the sorts of words that a girl can say to a boy."
"I... good." Kazbo smiled and pointed to his head to indicate that he understood. "You make up new limerick. Make up nice limerick."
"No, I don't think I could." Sanja waved her hands. "Besides, I don't think Taurahe is supposed to be rhymed. It's supposed to be sung."
"Sung?"
"Well, sure. The Tauren sing everything that's important," she explained to the Gnome. "We sing when a calf is born, or when an elder dies. We sing as we leave for battle, or to welcome another tribe to join us. We sing all of our stories. Every story is a song."
"You sing?" Kazbo asked.
"Well, of course I do! Every Tauren sings."
"You sing Kazbo a story?"
"Okay," she said with a smile, "if you would like me to."
Sanja began to sing in unhurried, deep tones. It was beautiful and melodic, wholly unlike the songs of any other race. Her story wasn't bright like a colorful bird, but it was breathtaking, like a mountain partially shrouded in mist.
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Otaha was the greatest hunter who ever had lived.
He could run for a day and a night without stopping to catch his breath.
He spear never trembled and his aim never faltered.
His family never went hungry and there was always leather -
to clothe his calves as they grew.
He was the greatest hunter. The greatest hunter who ever did live.
Otaha decided that he would hunt Arra'chea, the mother of all kodos.
His tribe did cheer when they heard the news;
and Otaha headed out alone to hunt the kodo goddess.
He walked across the breadth of Mulgore.
He climbed perilous cliffs, and ascended the Bluff of the Eternals.
Otaha was the greatest hunter who ever had lived.
He tracked her prints and he followed her spoor.
Until, at last, he faced Arra'chea.
Atop that high mountain, it was just the goddess of the kodos,
the mightiest hunter, and the spear that he held.
But Arra'chea did not charge him. She did not flee from his sight.
She was the mother of all kodos. The goddess Arra'chea.
"Why do you hunt me, Otaha," she asked. "Your people have meat in their bellies,
tools made from bone, and tents of stretched hide."
"I am the hunter, and you are the prey," he told the goddess.
"But you have come alone," she said. "You are not strong enough to carry
my meat back to your village. You could not drag my hide back down the mountain."
"I am the hunter, and you are the prey," he told the goddess.
"But you have traveled too far," she explained. "My flesh would spoil
before you could return. I would die without purpose, if you do this today."
But he was the hunter, and she was the prey.
"You do not seek me" the goddess explained.
"I think you search for a purpose - a reason for being."
Otaha dropped his spear and groveled before her.
"I think that I must," he prayed to the goddess. "I need more than this."
Arra'chea chewed on her cud and the ground began to tremble and shake.
The air filled with the sound of distant hooves.
"Return to your utankan," the goddess did speak. "Do not forget your spear."
Your destiny awaits you, Otaha.
The valley had filled with Centaurs. They dotted the land.
They walked, like prey, on four legs, but they carried hunters' spears in their hands.
The Centaurs were a challenge, the like Otaha had never seen.
He crept across the valley, back to his village and home.
But his sons and daughters lay dead. His family murdered by invaders.
His destiny awaits, a destiny alone.
The Tauren fled to The Barrens, never to return.
A bull from this tribe, a cow from that.
They found calves that the Centaur had left alone to starve.
The Tauren formed new tribes, and wandered in exile.
"Oh, why did this happen?" They sang to the heavens.
Otaha followed at a distance and listened to their cries.
For twenty summers and twenty winters, until he was impossibly old,
he followed the scattered tribes.
He sang to them all of his folly and how he had cost them their families.
He carried his spear, as Arra'chea had bid him.
But he hunted no prey and ate only bread.
He fathered no more calves. His bloodline was lost.
When he could walk no further, he laid down in the sand.
No tears were shed for Otaha, no songs of grief filled the desert air.
But the tribes continued to tell this story from one generation to the next.
And Otaha had found his purpose, as the goddess had said that he must.
For his life was a warning. Skill without purpose is a danger to us all.
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Kazbo listened to the song as they walked. When it was over, he smiled. "I like your song. You sing good. But why were they never to return? The Tauren did return to Mulgore," he said.
"Yes, that's true," Sanja said. "And that is why you will never hear a Tauren speak ill of Orcs."
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The trio stopped when they crossed Theodore's camp for a second time. There was still a little light remaining, but Sanja was hesitant to push Kazbo to walk any further.
And besides, she reasoned, by making camp before nightfall, that left a little time to look for anything more tasty than cactus.
Theodore ignored the trio, and for that Sanja was thankful. Kazbo collapsed in a heap.
"Could you gather some wood?" she asked her brother, "I'll try to find something decent to eat."
But before anyone could leave camp, they heard the unmistakable sound of galloping hooves.
Sanja and Jorga grabbed rocks and prepared to throw them. Even the exhausted Kazbo jumped to his feet as the Centaur ran up.
The beast was horrid, and terrified the Tauren even more so than did Theodore's enchanted form. Neither had seen a Centaur before, but the sight was every bit as frightening as their father had promised.
The creature was taller than Sanja and had a muscular, tanned chest. Its head was shaved, save for a long braid of hair that erupted from the back of his skull. Dark brown fur covered each of his shoulders. The man's torso ended at his hips, where the body of a small, dark brown stallion began.
The creature's smell was intense. She had helped tan horse hides before and the unforgettable smell of sweat and dirt was much the same. But it would have taken a stack of hides several feet thick to measure up to the smell of a living Centaur.
"Halt!" the man shouted in Common. "Who are you to trespass on Magram land?" He leveled his spear at Sanja, the obsidian head only inches from her muzzle. She stepped slowly backwards, towards the campfire, but she did not loosen her grip on the two rocks she held.
Theodore stepped casually in front of Sanja. "I'm just a friend," he said. He pushed the spear away with disinterest, as if the Centaur were merely offering it as a gift. "I'm passing through to reach the Trail of Woe."
"No friend of the Magram travels with Tauren!" he shouted. His fists tightened on the spear's leather grips. His wrists were wrapped in leather bracers, and matching leather bands decorated his legs and the base of his tail.
"Oh them? They're just my slaves," Theodore explained. The Magram had raised his spear once more, but the rogue just stepped closer; leaving little room to maneuver the weapon in the space between them. "Perhaps you would you like to buy them? I was planning on selling them when I reached Nijel's Point. But for a fair price, they could be yours now."
"Buy them?" the Centaur shouted. He shifted the spear to his right hand so that he could put his face directly in Theodore's. "They are Tauren, and on Magram land. Their lives are forfeit!"
Sanja swallowed hard and tried to control the trembling that threatened to overwhelm her. If their choices were a lifetime of servitude or being left with the Magram, then she'd opt for slavery every time.
"Leave them with me," the Centaur growled in the Gilnean's face, "and you may go."
"That's not going to happen, friend. Those two are valuable property." The rogue stepped forward, crowding the Centaur a little more.
The Magram stood his ground, but he lifted his head so that Theodore was just staring at his sweaty chest.
"Offer me fifty pieces of silver for the pair." He smiled, showing too many teeth. "I could let the boy go for fifteen, but I would never leave the girl for less than forty."
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The Summer BBQ by StrangeBreed
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#1 of Wolfy's Woes One of two commissions so far for WinterWolfy This one involves the poor pup as he tries to survive a big family BBQ. There's a big humiliation theme with these stories, so if that's your cup of tea you'll really enjoy them :D - _All characters depicted in this work are purely
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"Cub",
"Humiliation",
"M/F",
"Premature Ejaculation",
"Pup",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150281-the-summer-bbq
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*All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is meant as parody and does not represent any child, living or otherwise.*
*...*
Wolfy let out a long, slow yawn before rubbing his eyes with his paws, the blue wolf crawling out of bed before making his way downstairs for breakfast. He wore a soft smile when he reached the kitchen, still wearing the effects of slumber on his face. "Good morning mom" the wolf said to his mother, the pink wolf smiling back to her son.
The pink furred wolf smiled back to her son as she set down a bowl of cereal and some peanut butter and jelly toast, "Morning kiddo, did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm," the pup nodded as he grabbed a piece of toast, biting down on it and grinning, "This is yummy mommy, thank you."
She still wore a bright smile, eating her own breakfast, "You're very welcome sweetie."
"Good morning" another female's voice called out, another pink wolf, albeit much younger joining the pair at the table. It was Wolfy's younger sister Harley, the small pup finding a seat next to him, soon handed a breakfast of her own.
"All ready for the BBQ kids?" their mother asked with a smile, Harley nodding brightly as Wolfy's face soured.
"Oh no, the BBQ!" Wolfy whimpered as worry filled his expression.
A frown filled Jessica's face as she heard the tone in her son's voice, looking to him glumly, "Please don't tell me you forgot Wolfy..."
"I-I, school was so busy this week, and I forgot that it was *this* Saturday and..."
"Wolfy!" Jessica growled, "I reminded you about a thousand times, how could you forget?!"
"I-I'm sorry mommy," the pup sniffled feeling anxious as his mother's tone grew quite a bit angry, "I d-didn't mean to."
Jessica sighed as she tried to regain her composure, "Alright, it's fine, just, please tell me you at least bought a bathing suit with the money I gave you." The boy had torn his last pair, and his mother had been too busy to take him shopping before the big BBQ. Wolfy looked nervous and his mother growled again, "What did you spend it on?"
Wolfy poked his fingers together anxiously, "It's still in my room..."
The older wolf let out a long exasperated sigh, rubbing her temple as her irritation once again rose, "I have no time to take you to buy one, you'll just have to miss out on the pool."
"No, mommy, please!" the wolf pup whimpered.
"No but's Wolfy, I gave you two weeks to buy the damn thing!"
"Mommy," Harley interrupted, both her mother and brother looking at her curiously, "Wolfy can borrow one of my bathing suits if he needs one."
"B-but, those are for girls," Wolfy thought of the bikini piece and how silly he would look in it, "No!"
"Wolfy!" Jessica growled to her son again, "Just accept your sister's offer if you want to go swimming that badly."
"No mommy, I-I don't wanna wear a girl's bathing suit, it's too embarrassing!"
"Wolfy, wear it, or I'm going to have to spank you!" Jessica's tone showed that she was dead serious, the boy whimpering and shuddering as he realized how serious she was, "This will teach you a lesson about managing your time better, and paying better attention!"
"Alright, alright mommy" the wolf whimpered, face blushing deeply as he realized how foolish he would look at the BBQ.
Jessica let out an irritated sigh as she still glared at the boy, realizing he was all done his breakfast, "Alright Wolfy, it's time for you to take a bath, I want you clean for the family."
"Alright mommy" Wolfy replied as his mother picked up the dishes, moving them to the sink.
"Well, take your clothes off."
Wolfy's eyes went wide as his face turned scarlet, "...b-but mommy, here? Why not in the bathroom?"
"It's just me and your sister, we know what you look like," the impatient mother grumbled back to him, "Now will you please just behave!"
"O-ok..." the pup murmured anxiously, slowly pulling his shirt up over his arms. Harley was watching him curiously, the young pup always finding it funny to see how flustered her brother would get. He could feel her eyes on him and only got shyer, the boy gulping as he felt his small cock start to wiggle with excitement. The burning embarrassment of his family's prying eyes made him feel funny, and with each passing second he felt his little member only growing stiffer. He reached for the waistband of his shorts and started to tug it down, reluctantly removing his shorts first as he tried to scrunch his legs together, desperate to hide his excitement.
"What is taking you so long?" Jessica grumbled as she watched her son waste time, her eyes suddenly focusing on the noticeable bulge in the boy's underwear. "Damn it Wolfy!" she growled as she got to her feet, stomping over to place her paw on his head. She spun him around to face the opposite direction in an attempt to hide his privates from Harley. "You are unbelievable, you know that Wolfy!" She hooked her finger into the back of his underwear, slowly tugging the red pair down his legs. He closed his eyes as the briefs were pulled down to his ankles, the cub more embarrassed than ever before as he was left completely naked, his bare butt exposed to his sister. His mother picked up his clothes and left towards the laundry room, muttering annoyances to herself as she disappeared down the hall.
Wolfy was left standing there naked with his sister, his face deep red as he looked to her completely embarrassed. Harley gave her brother a big twisted grin before hopping off the chair, walking up to the young pup to curiously see what he was hiding. "Does big brother have a little stiffy again?" she teased, causing Wolfy to whimper even louder than before.
"G-go away!" the boy pouted as he tried to wiggle away, his sister grabbing his hips to spin him around.
With her having bent down to turn him, his cock was just inches from her face, the girl giggling immensely as she looked at it, "Boys are so weird!"
"D-don't look at it!" Wolfy squealed as he nipped his finger, his shaft twitching like crazy as small beads of precum started to drip out from the tip.
Harley looked completely shocked as the tip began to ooze the clear liquid, squealing in strange delight as she asked, "Eww, what's it doing?"
Before Wolfy could venture an answer however his mother hat returned to the room, face turning red with anger as she saw what she assumed was her son showing off his genitals to his sister. "Wolfy!" was all she could call out in her fuming rage, the enraged mother grabbing her son by the ear and dragging him away. Wolfy made several whimpered yips as he was pulled up towards the bathroom, his little shaft throbbing as the boy was nearly on the verge of exploding from all the tense teasing. All the while Harley had decided to follow the pair, skipping behind them with a twisted little grin as she hopped up the stairs one at a time.
Jessica plopped her son down into the bath tub and grabbed the shower hose. With a few twists of the temperature nobs, the hose came roaring to life, Jessica giving Wolfy a quick rinse down before passing him the shampoo. He slowly lathered it into his fur before Jessica showered him in water again, the little pup anxiously apologizing again, "I-I'm sorry mommy, I didn't mean to make you so mad."
"Wolfy, you can't just wiggle that thing in front of people, it's rude," she continued to scold him, the talk of his cubhood only making him feel more funny, he had to focus hard not to cum right there, especially when the hose his mother held would tickle some funny places, "It's private, only you and I should be seeing it." She washed him a little more before there was a knock at the door, Jessica sighing as she set the nozzle down, "Finish up ok, and try to look decent for the family. Here, help him dry off please dear." She tossed a dry towel to Harley, Wolfy's jaw nearly dropping to the floor as his mother walked away, leaving him with his little sister, the little pink wolf wearing a devilish grin.
"N-now Harley, don't do anything that-" Wolfy was unable to finish his statement as he stepped out of the tub, his sister already attacking him with the towel.
"Better make sure big brother is nice and dry!" she giggled as she went straight for his little erection, rubbing it with the towel. She pushed hard on it repeatedly, laughing as her brother had the goofiest look on his face. He was shaking and stuttering, looking as though he'd be sick or something. The poor pup simply humped into the towel as he cried out to himself, panting as the grinding of the soft fabric pushed him over the edge.
"S-s-stop" he barely spoke in an exhale as he leaned forward, yipping out as his cock fired heavy spurts of white. He coated the towel in his sticky seed before dropping down onto the closed toilet seat, panting heavy breaths as his sister laughed maniacally.
"Eww, gross boys!" she teased before scampering out of the bathroom, disappearing down the hall.
Wolfy was left standing bashfully in the bathroom, sneaking over to the door and venturing over to the linen closet to find a fresh towel. He took the time to wipe his body clean, scrubbing hard to make sure each inch of fur was left springy and moisture free. He then spent a few moments washing the cum covered towel under the water of the shower nozzle, wrapping both up in a ball and dropping them into the hamper. He made his way over to his room, already hearing the hustle and bustle of his family downstairs. It seemed most had arrived and were likely preparing to make their way to the pool out back. The moment he stepped in his room his anxiety peaked again, the young pup looking on his bed to see the small pink bikini suit that his sister had left him.
He whimpered as he picked it up and sized it up with himself, feeling as though there would be no way it could fit. He did loop it over his legs however as he was both desperate to enjoy the pool, and to avoid the anger of his already impatient mother. He dragged it up his legs slowly, making sure the bows on each side were fastened tightly to keep it clinging to his hips.
As soon as it was on him he slowly made his way down the stairs, wincing as the bikini felt a bit too small for him. It was immensely tight and immediately showed off the outline of his hard cubhood, leaving the boy a great deal more anxious than he already was. After realizing the rest of the family had already left out back to the pool, he made his way there as well, seeing that his mother had also set up the small paddling pool as well, in case his younger cousins were coming. He chose to enjoy himself there first, wanting to sort of disappear from the embarrassment of wearing his sister's silly bikini. He hopped in and immediately started to enjoy himself, the cool water lowering the temperature of the warm summer sun. He splashed around for a few moments joyfully, until suddenly two paws hooked under his arms, his mother suddenly pulling him up out of the small pool, "C'mon Wolfy, you know you're far too small for this old thing, come see the family."
"B-but mom..." the cub began to whimper out, quickly shushed by his mother once again.
"I told you dear, no but's, now come along." Wolfy looked down and nearly fainted, realizing that the way his mother was dragging him along was causing the bikini to stretch down, clearly showing off his little cubhood. He tried to complain, but his mother was having none of it, the impatient wolf soon bringing the boy over to the rest of the family, "Look who chose to make an appearance guys!"
"Hello Wolfy dear" the boy's aunt said first, the rest of the family soon joining in as they all greeted the young boy. A bunch of the younger girls in his family were snickering and whispering amongst each other, all giggling as they pointed at the boy strangely dressed in the girl's suit. Wolfy's cheeks were burning red as he tried to pull away, his mother dragging him back which caused the bikini suit to pull down to his knees. He closed his eyes as he tried to yank the suit back up, unable to hide his half-hard cock from bobbing out in the open.
"Look at that," Harley laughed, causing commotion with the rest of the female members of their family, "He's got that little stiffy again!"
"Gross!" one of the other girl's said with a laugh, another round of childish giggles washing Wolfy in shame.
Jessica growled again as she placed a paw on her forehead, feeling even more irritation rush through her, "For goodness sake, Wolfy... just go get the tray of drinks from the kitchen please."
The young boy pulled the suit back up all the way as soon as his mother let go of her grasp, the pup whimpering "Yes mom!" as he rushed away from the scene, unable to hide from the round of laughter that followed him.
He was nearly out of breath by the time he arrived in the house, making his way into the kitchen to find the tray of drinks his mother had spoken of. "Hello Wolfy dear," the boy's nana said as she caught sight of him, smiling to the boy as he made his way past her down the hall, "My you have grown."
She was usually the sweetest to him, not even making a rude comment about the strange bikini he wore. "Hello nana" he said anxiously as he brushed past her, closing his eyes and whimpering as the front of his bikini accidentally grazed against his nana's bottom, its round form tickling the member he had just gotten to calm down. He had a long sigh of relief as soon as he had acquired the tray of drinks, making his way back outside. He did his best to ignore the fact he was sporting yet another obvious boner, just happy that the family seemed distracted in their own conversations and the fun of the pool to bother cracking jokes about him that moment. Little did he realize however, that the erection was causing the bikini to loosen the bows from both sides, the small suit starting to get looser and looser with each passing second.
"There you are Wolfy," Jessica said suddenly, grabbing the boy's attention, "I was wondering where you were." She looked to the boy, frowning as she realized he was once again wearing a heavy blush, having no idea what had been getting into the boy all afternoon. "Would you please pass the drinks out Wolfy?"
"Oh, umm, y-yes of course" he stuttered out as he walked around the family, offering the tray out to each one at a time. As he did so many members of the family had left towards the picnic tables set up for food, each starting to grab platefuls of the yummy BBQ that Wolfy's mother had prepared for them. The young wolf was still handing out drinks as they all ate their meals, one by one making sure everyone was accounted for. Little did he know however, that with each step he took, his bikini pulled down a little more, the loosening suit slowly pulling off of his body with each small movement.
The last person left to pass a drink to was his nana, the older wolf smiling to him as she was passed her drink, "Thank you sweetie."
"You're welcome nana" the boy said happily.
"Are you having fun today dear?" she asked with a sweet, kind smile.
Wolfy was still rather embarrassed to be wearing his sister's bathing suit, looking like a fool as he waltzed around like a little girl. "Sure am nana" he replied with a little fib, not wanting to make his nana worry.
She smiled again, and pat his head, "That's very nice to hear dear." After she spoke she bit into her hotdog, a sudden squirt of ketchup shooting out onto Wolfy's bikini. "Oh dear, I am so sorry," the older wolf said as she grabbed her napkin, reaching out to start rubbing at the mess, "Let me clean that for you."
"N-no, it's alright nana, really it's fine!" the young wolf tried to protest, feeling the bikini loosen more and more each time she rubbed at it. Finally with one last press, the straps completely shook off, Wolfy's face turning a mix of pale and red as the suit dropped to the ground.
"Oh my lord!" the suddenly disgruntled and shocked wolf cried out as her grandson stood naked in front of her, the older woman's temper quickly snapping as she grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him away. She intended to limit the amount of audience as she yanked him away, but was given the opposite of her intention. Most of the family had gathered around to watch, a mix of humoured and curious stares as the older woman put the naked cub over her lap, raising her paw, before smacking it down in a hard, punishing thud. Wolfy let out a shriek of pain as he was spanked, whimpering with each strike she made. "You naughty boy, stripping in front of your poor nana!" her paw kept colliding against his rear, leaving a painful sting with each smack.
He shook from the pain, whimpering out as small tears formed in his eyes, "N-nana, I'm sorry I d-didn't mean to!"
"That's no excuse!" she growled out, paws still striking, "You need to be more careful Wolfy!"
The family's attention was so focused on the poor little pup's punishment that they had all neglected to keep a watchful eye on the BBQ, a small bundle of flames starting to ignite on the top of the grill. It wasn't until one of Wolfy's niece's had noticed that he heard the shrieking cry of "Fire!" thankful to have some excuse for the embarrassing punishment to end. There was quite the commotion caused by the emergency, Jessica rushing for the phone to call the fire department. Wolfy tried to sneak away and hide inside the house, but his mother quickly grabbed him, pulling him where the rest of the family was headed.
They made their way out to the front yard, a small crowd gathering outside the house as they were curious where all the smoke was coming from. "Is everyone here? Is everyone alright?" Jessica asked as she made a head count, taking a long breath of relief when she realized everyone was accounted for. Wolfy was still butt naked as the firetrucks arrived, cupping his paws over his crotch as he tried to not be noticed. The firefighters made very quick work of the small fire, the flames not having much of a chance to spread yet. He slowly tried to slither passed his family, whimpering as his still hard cock brush passed each member as he slid through them. He closed his eyes as his breath tightened, really having to take a deep breath to not just explode from all the teasing right then and there.
Admits all the chaos, Harley was still able to spot her brother sneaking away, the devious little wolf wearing a sudden sinister grin as she decided to have some fun with her poor little brother. She took a deep breath before belting out a loud, ear piercing scream. The crowd seemed to all part out of confusion and shock from the sudden noise, all the prying eyes now noticing the small, naked cub. A few faces contorted into smiles as suddenly the crowd started to chuckle, a slowly growing round of laughter filling the air as they all pointed and sneered at the young boy. Wolfy closed his eyes as he shook in place, shyer than ever before as he was left washed in the shame and embarrassment of the gathered crowd. They all continued to point and laugh as Jessica made her way to her son, rage clear in her eyes, "You! This is all your fault!"
"No mommy, I didn't, I didn't mean to, nana-"
"Don't you dare blame this on your nana!" his mother only got madder, reaching for him and hoisting him into her lap in front of the small crowd. She raised her paw slowly before dropping it down, spanking him over and over on the front steps of their home. It only took a moment before he began to cry, the young wolf unable to handle so much pain and punishment in one afternoon. At the same time however, his hard cubhood had ended up trapped between his mother's thighs, and with each strike she placed on his rear, his cock only rubbed more between her legs. Spank after spank simply made his cock rub between her thighs, the boy almost forced to hump his mother's thighs as he nipped his lip. The pleasure was becoming too much, coupled with the teasing embarrassments of the day's events, all of the feelings swirling together to push the poor pup completely over the edge.
Jessica left more spanks over his rear, completely ignoring her son as he mumbled out, "M-mom..." She was only able to leave a couple more over his backside before the boy gave one final thrusts into her thighs, eyes closing as the boy whimpered out, the mother look mortified as he fired a sticky load of white into her lap. Her face went scarlet as the crowd all gasped in shock, a moment later the rounds of laughter having changed into the direction of them both. Jessica's face contorted into a rough, embarrassed scowl as she dragged the boy inside, bringing him up to his room. He was able to mutter out a pathetic, "S-sorry" before she tossed him on his bed, looking down at her sticky cloths with a grossed out frown.
She looked to her son as she thought about what to say next, sighing out an anxious breath as she replied rather calmly, "Let's umm... let's just forget today happened." Wolfy nodded with a low sigh, he really wished that was possible.
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Mask by shapadapapda
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#2 of stuff and stuff Hello everyone. I've finally managed to get my life back in order and finally started to feel like a part of society and a decent person again. So inspired by that I wrote this. - **Mask** I walk on a road and come across a mask. ''Well this is very strange.'' I think to
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"Poetry"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148083-mask
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**Mask**
I walk on a road and come across a mask.
''Well this is very strange.'' I think to myself.
I look to my left and to my right but there is no one there.
Where is everyone
There's people nowhere.
I take the mask and put it on my face
and the suddenly I see everything as bright as day.
The world looks so beautiful through this strange mask.
All the people seem so happy.
I feel myself so light.
It's like I'm floating free.
But wait a minute now.
This is not the world that is real.
The real world is such a raw deal.
Should I keep the mask on
or look reality in the eyes?
I take the mask off and look at the world once more.
this place is filled with blood and gore.
Swiftly, I put the mask back on
and all the pain is gone.
I keep walking with the mask on.
But I can't help to wonder
Are we really so insecure
that we must seal ourselves from reality
and all its fatality.
Can't we see each other or ourselves
without mask on our faces.
Can't we love each other
and find happiness in things that truly matter
or don't we just bother.
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Davu and Savannah's Love Scene by Kitt Mouri
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Well, this is a short piece from a larger story I was working on. It's my attempt at writing a romantic love scene that's a little more than PG or even PG-13. Nothing outrageous and still full of love and tenderness. But, definitely not for young readers. ^^; Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it. -
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"Foreplay",
"Husband and wife",
"Intimate",
"Kissing",
"Lion",
"Lioness",
"Love",
"Love making",
"M/F",
"Romance",
"romantic",
"sensual",
"touching"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152315-davu-and-savannah-s-love-scene
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**Davu and Savannah's Love Scene**
"Savannah," he started, "some things have come up at work and I will have to go back to the office next week. Since you're doing so much better, I thought it would be alright if I went back."
Her heart plummeted. The fairytale was over and her prince was going to leave her...again. "I understand." she said, quietly. "It's okay. I'll be alright. I'm feeling much better now, so I'll be fine."
"I can't be sure of that." he retorted. "You could have died had you been left alone for much longer and I just can't live with that uncertainty." He squeezed her arm, pulling her closer. "That's why...Savannah, I want you to...I want us to live together properly as man and wife."
Her eyes lit up with unbridled joy. He wasn't abandoning her. The dream was not at its end.
"I want you to move in with me," Davu continued, "or if you prefer, we can find an entirely new place. It doesn't matter which to me. Either way, I just don't' think it's a good idea for you to be left alone and-"
"Davu," she interrupted, "being together with you has been all I've ever wanted since I was your personal assistant. Even before I became Mrs. Ayele, I used to dream of spending every day being together with you. That's always been all that I've ever wanted."
No words. He had no words. Emotions he had never known began to fill his heart and melt his soul. This woman was selfless, kind and brave...and also completely in love with him. Apart from his own mother, he had never known a woman like her. Her devotion was unfailing. Even after everything he had put her through, she still wanted nothing more than to exist at his side. She was truly in love with him and as he gazed down at her beautiful form, he realized that he was falling in love with her, too.
"Savannah..." he whispered, reaching down to cup her chin and tilt her head up to face him. He leaned down to her and gently pressed his lips against hers. Unlike the light kisses he bestowed upon her when they parted during the day, this kiss was far more intimate. He tasted and teased her and reveled in her unique sweetness. Though his advances were amorous, he was cautious. The last time he had touched her in this way, he had terrified her and she ran from him. Though things were different now, he didn't want to jeopardize that tentative balance. He treaded softly, choosing to relinquish control of the situation to her, allowing her to set the pace. To his delight, her response to his touch wasn't to recoil in fear, but rather, to reciprocate his affection.
She leaned into him and reached up to caress his strong cheek, setting his yearning for her ablaze. Curiously, she moved her hands along the firm contours of his torso, silently marveling at the tone and strength that rested beneath her fingertips. Without noticing, she wound her arms around his thick neck and pressed herself against him. He gently grasped her shoulders and pulled her even closer. He moved from kissing her lips to kissing her chin and down the column of her slender neck. His hands had found their way to the lowest part of her back while the other got tangled in the forest of hair that rested behind her head. He stroked her spine while the other hand massaged her neck. He returned his lips to hers, kissing her with fervor. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth before sharing a mating dance with her own.
"Savannah," he breathed between kisses. "Savannah..." he groaned, resuming his exploration of the plains and valleys of her enchanting body. He advanced downward in his trek, kissing and nibbling her collarbone before journeying to the gentle swells of her bosom. Gently, he brushed aside the portion of her dress that concealed her gloriously enchanting mounds beneath, freeing them from its confines. He covered an exposed breast with his mouth, suckling and kissing their perfection. Her breath hitched and longing and desire flared within her as he lavished her chest with wonton abandon. Once he'd made love to one breast, he moved to the other to ravish it as well.
Savannah was on fire. Her body was hot and eager and she found that she just couldn't get enough of his touches. "Davu..." she moaned as he continued his erotic ministrations of her breasts. "Davu..." she moaned again, her voice husky with want and passionate need.
Reluctantly he abandoned his conquest of her dulcet bosom and made his way back to her lips where he claimed them, once more. He trailed a fiery path of kisses from her lops to her cheek and up to her ear where he whispered, "I want to make love to you."
He felt her stiffen slightly and knew she was recalling their last attempt at joining. A pang of guilt stabbed at him. He pulled away from her enough o meet her gaze.
"I want to make love to you," he repeated, "but not like before. I want to love you properly. I want to give you pleasure as much as you give me and more. I don't want you to be afraid of me ever again. I don't want you to be afraid of this." he said, gently taking her hand and placing it atop his pulsing erection.
She gasped in surprise. All the while they had engaged in their sensual foreplay, she didn't notice that IT had returned.
"It's alright." he whispered, tenderly covering her hand with his own. "It's just me." he added, guiding her petite hand along the expanse of his shaft.
Her heart pounded once more, but this time, it was not from fear or trepidation. Hesitantly, she began to explore him. She moved her fingers along his breadth, delighting in the feel of him and the heat that seared her from the hard flesh beneath her fingertips. Curiously, she wrapped her fingers around his arousal and gave him a firm yet gentle squeeze. Davu gasped sharply, causing her to cease her movements as her hand flew away from him.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.
"No, no." he groaned. "That felt wonderful. Please...do that again."
Surprised and even more inquisitive than before, she returned her hand to its former place and resumed her examination of his sex. She squeezed him again, drawing another pleasurable moan from his throat. Pleased with her newfound ability to give him seemingly exquisite gratification, she continued. She ran her fingers up and down his length, learning more and more about the taut extension of him with each pass. All the while, sighs and groans of ecstasy emerged from deep within him, piquing her curiosity and heady need even more.
She reached for his belt and unfastened it with haste. She unbuttoned the single button on his trousers, unzipped his zipper and freed his manhood from its constrained confinement. Once again, her fingers found their way around him and massaged him, gently. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that his weight was naked in her palm, she realized that she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart through his firmness. It was pounding and she was elated. Wrapping her fingers around his massive width, she squeezed him again.
Davu groaned, loudly and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in the crook her neck and the wealth of silken locks that rested there. His reaction aroused her and lit a secret fire hidden within her. With new fervor, she clutched and tugged him, his arousal growing with every movement of her passionate kneading. His breathing was ragged and labored and she loved it. To know that it was her loving ministrations that excited him, that gave him this much pleasure brought her own desire roaring to a fever pitch. She began to stroke him, moving all the way down to his base, up to his peak and down, once more. He murmured something that she couldn't discern and hugged her even tighter. His vulnerability was intoxicating. She continued to stroke him, quickening her pace and unknowingly threatening to throw him over the edge of restraint.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from him, stopping it from devastating him with its burning touch. He clasped her wrist firmly in his hand and held it at length while he struggled to breathe. "Savannah," he panted, "if you keep doing that, I'm going to lose the sliver of control that I still have left. It wouldn't be proper for your first time to be in the backseat of a cab."
He chuckled as he withdrew his face from hiding amongst the tangles of her dark locks, drawing back to face her, squarely. "But, if you don't stop doing that marvelous thing you're doing, it's going to be hard for me to resist doing just that."
He chuckled once more, then covered her mouth with his own, kissing her hungrily. She returned his kisses with equal hunger and let out a soft moan of her own as he began fondling her swollen breast one more time. He leaned into her and moved to her ear to whisper, "Let's finish this at home, love. There's so much of you that I can't wait to devour." he growled as began kissing and biting her neck.
"Oh, Davu," she sighed, "there's so much more of you that I want to taste and explore, too."
His chest rumbled with a deep, masculine laughter. "Then, we'd better hurry and get there." he whispered before finding her lips once more and delving into her sweetness with gusto.
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"What do you mean? How should I be acting? I am supposed to just accept this?"
The voice continues "You were not meant to be able to fight it. We will just have to use some drastic measures."
Danielle gulps "What does that mean?"
The voice changes slightly "Well you did not think we would just change your sex, did we? To get out of here you will have to do a challenge for us"
The light flares in the dark room. Each of the walls a flat colour. No sign of the door she had come through.
"Where is the door" she asks.
The voice gives a chuckle, The sound almost coming from behind her. "We have hidden it. First you must find where the voice is coming from."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" she asks
The sound of the voice moves, her ears twitching to follow it "Why use your ears of course."
"My ears?" she starts. A hand reaching up to feel no trace of them "What have you done?"
"Reach higher" the voice continues.
Following the instructions she soon finds them, Poking from the top of her head are two pointy and furred ears.
"What have you done?" she repeats.
"Well, I myself, have done nothing" the voice says sounding very pleased with her reaction.
"What have... Whoever did this to me. What did they do?"
"Why. It is simple , we have a sample of a creature and you were pefect for being turned into it. Oh and don't worry about trying to find a mate, you know being the only one of your kind. We think we have a solution for that as well."
"Turn me back" she says.
The voice just laughs "Do you know how much it cost and how long it took to find you? Besides, you can't even find us."
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"Oh yeah? I can track you by sound." she says.
"You only just got those ears. Do you really think you can use them already"
With ears twitching as the voice speaks she soon tracks the sound to it's source. A speaker hidden in the floor.
"Thank you for your help" the voice says. "This is much easier then trying to force a mental change against your will."
"Mental change?" she begins "What mental changes?"
The voice moves again "Well you know how to use your ears for tracking sound. A normal human can't do that."
She moves over to the next speaker as the voice starts before realising "You tricked me. That doesn't count."
"Oh, but it does. The door is behind you by the way"
She looks over her shoulder to see the door
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Quickly she leaves the room and finds herself back in the main area of the mall. Turning around their is no trace of the door nor of the shop.
Ears twitching she hears Pammy over the noise of the mall and walks over to her.
Pammy spots her and waves her over "Did you vet visit go ok?"
She is frozen for a moment "Vet?"
Pammy frowns "You didn't forget did you. You were going to get your ears checked, and the regular doctor is not used to you ears."
"Oh right" she starts before Pammy sighs "You put it off again didn't you? Good thing I remembered. Come on"
Pammy walks off, not even looking back to check
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She follows behind Pammy, soon arriving at the vet.
Pausing she looks over trying to recall. "Wasn't this something else before?"
Pammy looks back "Not that I can recall, I am pretty certain it always was a vet."
"Don't you think it is strange to have a vet in the middle of a mall? The animals would have to go through said mall to get here right?"
"That is actually a good point. I don't know why it never occurred to me before. Anyway we are here now, so go on in."
"Are you trying to distract me from what you just said?"
"What I just said?"
"About how animals would have to go through the mall to get here."
"Why is that a problem? The mall has always allowed animals to come through when controlled."
"Nevermind, they changed it again."
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter, you would not believe me. Just like the last time this happened. " She says heading into the vet.
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Inside the vet is surprisingly normal. No mysterious room but a normal vet. "Ah Danielle" the reception says "Just in time for your appointment. Please come on through." pointing to the door.
She braces herself for another visit from the mysterious voice and to her surprise on the other side of the door is the vet and a normal vet room. "Now you have been having trouble with your ears right?"
She nods in answer "Apparently."
"Well let me take a look at them" he says "Hop in this chair and I can begin."
Once she is in the chair and the ears are checked he says "Well they seem fine to me, but I will test them."
He gets out a number of speakers and sets them up. Playing a series of sounds through each one he watches the ears.
She feels the ears adjust automatically tracking the sound.
"Well they track the sound fine."
She nods "Do you know why I am like this?"
"According to your files, you were born like that. Your parents took you here when you were young and now you come here by yourself. You're not having memory issues are you?"
"No. Just things seem strange all of a sudden."
"Strange in what way? I mean having animal ears would be strange on anyone else, but on you, they are normal"
"What would you say if I told you I remember being completely human and male less then a week ago?"
"Well I would say you might need to see a psychiatrist. I can't help you much there. All of my other patients don't talk back. There is not much call for me to look at the mental state of them."
"Yeah I was dragged to one earlier. If my memories are correct that is where the ears appeared."
"Well either your memory is fault or mine is. For as long as I have been here you have had those ears. Anyway there is nothing wrong with your body. As for your mind, perhaps you are wanting to be like everyone else. As for male, that is not my area, so I can't help you there."
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"How many people do you know that have animal ears?"
The vet thinks before answering "Well, only you"
"Don't you think that is strange? If it was normal then wouldn't there be more like me?"
"That is good point. I will have to think about this, but it is time for the next appointment. See the receptionist on your way out."
She leaves the room and gets the bill.
The receptionist smiles "As usually the bill is covered by the medical fund. You should come more often, the fund will pay for it."
"Medical fund?"
"Of course. All your medical needs are covered by it. Do you need a brochure to remind yourself?"
She nods and gets said brochure.
The most interesting thing about it, is the address. The same address as 'Area 52'
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Pammy is waiting for her outside.
"Everything Ok?" Pammy says.
She nods "Apparently there is nothing wrong with me"
Pammy smiles "Anything else you need to do? All my shopping is done."
She shakes her head "I can't think of anything."
Soon after an uneventful trip they are back home.
Once inside she looks through the photos.
Every single one with her, has her new ears.
"Am I really changing or am I just going crazy." she asks the empty house.
She looks over the brochure again. "Hopefully there are some answers here."
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Purple and Purple! by Raevocrei
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I wrote this sometime ago for my mate as a little gift, and I figured today would be the perfect day to post it! ^-^ This story takes place in Saber's world, but in an alternate universe! =o A universe where Aislin doesn't exist and wyverns share the world as well! Hope you like it! Thanks for
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"Anal",
"Cock",
"Cum",
"Cumming",
"Dragon",
"Feral",
"Frottage",
"Gay",
"Love",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Mating",
"Mounting",
"Non-Anthro",
"Oral",
"Orgasm",
"Penetration",
"Penis",
"Romance",
"Sex",
"Size Difference",
"Wyvern"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1143595-purple-and-purple
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Saber yawned and stretched out before wiggling around on his bed. He kicked the covers off and sprawled out for a moment, letting his brain wake up too as he groaned tiredly. He flexed his dark-blue hind paws and flicked his tail around that had the same blue color at its tip. Then he rolled over and buried his nose in his blankets and blew air out of his nostrils.
He could hear the TV playing in the other room, telling him that his roommate was awake before him... again. Saber did love to sleep in, but maybe he shouldn't sleep in as much as he did.
The violet dragon sighed and yawned again before slipping off the bed and padding out of his bedroom. He saw the light-purple and tan wyvern relaxing on the couch, and he gave a friendly smile as he saw Saber, his sharp fangs bared.
Verro was larger than Saber was, standing about a foot or two taller than him. He had been born a wild dragon, but he lived in a small village not too far from the city for most of his dragonet years. He was the first wyvern Saber had ever seen in the city, since most of his kind was either wild or lived in very rural areas.
His hide looked rather exotic. Mixed into his lighter purple scales were darker purple, curvy stripes. Purple, blue-tipped feathers poofed out of the back of his skull and trailed down his neck while a webbed frill attached to the bottom of his head and neck. Four solid-black horns that brightened into golden tips protruded out of his skull as well as two pairs of small spikes that stuck out of his cheeks. In all honesty, Saber thought Verro was very handsome!
"Morning, Saber!" Verro said cheerily. "Are you ready for our first day off together?"
Saber couldn't help but to grin toothily back as he hopped up onto the other side of the couch. After having spent a few weeks together with his new friend, he felt comfortable being close to him, and he didn't mind sharing a little affection every now and again.
"I am! This will be your first real chance to explore the city with me, without having a heavy package to carry around."
Since Verro was bigger than Saber, he was normally assigned to the big packages that Saber and the other dragons couldn't carry. Before Verro was around, the packages were normally taken by a truck.
"Where do you plan on taking me, hmm? Where shall our first *date* be?" he teased and flicked his feather-tipped tail.
Saber giggled and squeezed the long wyvern tail with his own shorter one. "I was thinking we could eat out and then maybe catch some fireworks later in the night. The humans are having some sort of festival."
"Oh! So it *is* a date," Verro said, chuckling. Their tails twined together while they smiled at each other.
"More or less," Saber replied and yawned widely, showing off his teeth. "But I'll have to wake up first before we go anywhere."
"What is the festival about?"
Saber shrugged his wings. "I think it's about the harvest--how humans get their food."
"Oh, I know! I used to watch the farmers while I lived in that village. They have giant fields of plant-food, and they bring out their big machinery at the end of the season to take it all down. I didn't know they had a celebration for that."
Saber nodded. "There will be lots of food! I was thinking we could go out for lunch and then hang around the festival for most of the day until the fireworks."
Verro grinned and swayed their twined tails around as they dangled off the couch. "I'd really enjoy doing that with you."
Saber looked thoughtfully into Verro's eyes while a bright smile curled his lips. He gave Verro's tail another squeeze before slipping off of the couch and heading into the kitchen.
"I'm going to make some tea before we head out. Want any?"
Verro nodded eagerly. "Please!"
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After having some tea, Saber brought Verro across the town to one of his favorite places to eat. They ate together at a restaurant that catered mostly to dragons where was a wide-assortment of meats, ranging from fish to beef, both raw and cooked. With their bellies filled, Saber took Verro along to the city square, where most of the festivities were being held.
The city square normally looked stunningly decorated, but this time of the year it was filled with autumn décor. Stalls and canopy tents lined the plaza, storing food, trinkets, games, entertainment, and mini stores. Banners hung in the air, and there were plenty of lanterns at the ready for the late evening. Faint music played somewhere on the plaza, but the melodies were drowned out by the uproar of the crowd.
Sunlight peeked from above the clouds, giving the air a chilly feeling. Spicy scents filled Saber's nostrils as he touched down with Verro close behind. It was very crowded and loud, so they had to land safely across the street. Dragons and humans walked around the festival area with joyful grins over their faces. Saber smiled too and nudged Verro with a wing.
"What should we do first?" he asked.
Verro grinned back and shrugged his wing-arms. "The food smells delicious," he suggested.
"We just ate! What about some games?"
"Sure! But don't expect me to be very... coordinate with anything," Verro said, waving his wing-paw at Saber. "These aren't as nimble as your paws."
Saber giggled and nodded. "There's a fun one I do every year! All you have to do is use your mouth to catch apples in your teeth."
Verro snapped his jaw approvingly. "I can do that!"
Saber and Verro cut into the crowd of mixed races. Verro looked like he was trying his best to be as small as possible, but he still received plenty of confused and curious glances. Not many humans had seen a wild dragon before, but even the dragons cast uneasy looks at him. He was large for a dragon, having at least a foot or two on Saber, and his massive wings didn't help in that regard. Though, they did fold neatly against his arms, contained and out of the way.
They stepped beneath the shade of a pavilion where that wasn't nearly as crowded as the others. Surrounding them were all sorts of barrels of varying sizes, filled with water and apples. Some were meant for the humans while others were meant for dragons. Saber grinned and padded up to two short, unoccupied barrels and waved a wing at Verro.
"All we have to do is see who can get the most apples in a minute."
"Oh, this seems easy," Verro said and nosed into the wide barrel.
The apples weren't all that big, at least to a dragon's flexible jaw they weren't!
"The humans invented the game. They seem to have a hard time using their mouths, so they don't even have a time limit. I added one to make things more interesting!"
Verro grinned and hovered over the bucket. "Ready when you are!"
Saber chuckled and leaned over his own. They weren't set very high, so it was easy for him to drop his head. "Okay... go!"
Saber quickly ducked his head and caught an apple between his teeth. He set it aside in an empty bucket and quickly went back in for another.
Then he heard a loud crunch as Verro started eating the apple. Saber spit out the apple already in his mouth and started giggling.
"You're not supposed to eat them!"
Verro glanced at Saber with a mouthful and then swallowed. "Oh... Start over!"
Saber sighed and shook his head incredulously. "Okay... Start!"
After a full minute, or what Saber thought was a full minute, they tallied up how many apples each of them had, and it ended in a tie.
"Hmph... I bet you kept the other apples from before," Verro teased.
Saber shook his head and nipped at his neck. "Did not!"
Verro laughed and nibbled on one of Saber's horns, making him meep and try to pull away. Saber pushed at him with a paw and freed himself, grumbling as he felt his horn. "Those are sensitive!"
"I know," Verro cooed. "That's why I did it."
Saber huffed and led them out of the pavilion. "Well, what do you want to do next?"
Verro's head turned and surveyed the area. He shrugged his wing-arms. So, they sort of wandered around for a while, looking at all sorts of neat things. Saber bought some sweets and shared them with Verro. He had always been a sucker for the sweet, delicious foods humans made, and Verro really enjoyed them too!
They meandered across the plaza to a small show that had dragons flying around and doing tricks in the air. Saber hoped that they were free dragons, and not the performing dragons he occasionally saw that were bound to an owner. But the tricks were neat, and Saber wondered if he'd ever be able to do any of them. Then again, he'd probably end up really hurting himself... so it probably wasn't worth it to find out!
After that, they traveled the rest of the way around in a big circle, having at least looked at everything, except for a big tent that was a little bit away from all of the festivities. Verro nodded toward the large tent with a lot of dragons flooding around it.
"What's that?" he asked.
Saber felt his cheeks flush a little as a memory from last year played through his mind. Muddled visions of him participating in a drunken orgy immediately popped up and made his wings tremble. He wasn't sure if he should take Verro in there or not... Maybe it was tamer this year, seeing how the humans found out what was going on inside that tent last time.
"It's the dragon tent. There's a lot of drinks and food, but I'm not sure if you'd want to go in there. It gets very uhm... lewd."
"Lewd?" Verro asked. "Like... mating and stuff?"
Saber nodded and grinned awkwardly. "Since it's for dragons only, we can get away with a lot more in public."
"I kind of want to go see..." Verro said. He looked a little embarrassed about it too, but he also looked a very eager. "I haven't had any fun like that in a long time."
Saber smiled and started toward the large tent. It took up a good portion of the plaza, and less and less humans were around. It made Saber feel a bit more comfortable, and he hoped Verro did too. Dragons didn't pay nearly as much attention to him as the humans did, but Saber still caught some stares. He felt sorry for the wyvern that he had to always be different. Saber wondered what it would be like for him to visit Verro's home or at least be with other wyverns. He'd probably feel very small.
They slipped through the entrance, and inside was the pungent odor of dragon. So many mixed scents blended together in the warm air inside the tent, and they all hit Saber almost immediately upon entering. He looked around, glad to see there wasn't anything too deviant going on quite yet. There were several long tables set up, some of them holding food and drinks, and there were kegs lined up on the opposite side. Dragons of all colors gathered around, noisily chatting and socializing.
And Saber was thoroughly surprised to see two other wyverns there! They stood out in the crowd since they were a bit bigger than everyone else. He nudged Verro with a wing and pointed. "You should go say hi!"
Verro shook his head and shrank back. "I- I don't know them... it'd be weird to just do that."
"That's sort of the point of this gathering," Saber teased. "It's to meet new dragons!" He could see the longing look in Verro's eyes, but he seemed reluctant.
"But I just want to stay with you." Verro fiddled with his digits on his wing-paws, looking adorably bashful.
Saber smiled warmly at Verro and nuzzled him. "Do you want me to go with you?"
Verro hesitated before he shook his head. "No... I kind of just want to be with you."
"Okay, then let's go get some drinks," Saber said. Maybe if Verro loosened up a bit he would be more willing to do what he wanted. "Do you drink alcohol?"
Verro nodded his head. "I haven't had any for a while, though."
Saber grinned widely and led him over to several kegs after grabbing two cups for each of them. He carefully poured the first cup and handed it to his friend.
"Careful, these things are hard to use," Saber said, grasping his own cup between two paws. He put the rim of the cup to his lips and then tilted the cup back, taking a large swig of the nasty liquid. He grimaced, not really liking the taste all that much.
He watched Verro do the same, and then he giggled as Verro chirred contentedly and took another drink. Saber matched him and then refilled some of his drink before walking away to find them both a location to settle into, somewhere out of the way where they wouldn't bump into tails and wings. They sat with their backs to the tarp wall, watching the crowd of dragons before them while sipping on their booze.
It wasn't long before Saber saw a male and a female starting to get frisky. He watched them curiously, seeing snouts exploring while paws touched and groped. A blush warmed his cheeks, and he wasn't sure if it was from the booze starting to take effect or just because the duo was getting more and more intimate.
Then the male mounted the female as he growled and pinned her down. She gasped and groaned loud enough that Saber could hear her amongst the stirring crowd that turned to watch too. Saber finally looked away and at Verro, whose eyes were fixated on the two while his head was tilted sideways slightly. Saber giggled and bumped shoulders with the wyvern.
"Do you like what you see?"
Verro meeped and nearly dropped his beverage. "I- I don't know... M- Maybe." He nervously drank some more from his cup as if he was hiding his face behind it.
Saber smiled and looked around at all the turned heads. He even saw some erections already peeking out of their sheaths, and moments later there was another pair mating. He knew how easily excitable dragons were--and the alcohol wasn't helping!
"This happens a lot?" Verro asked, his eyes darting around.
"I'm not sure what dragons were like in your village, but around here we are very frisky."
In front of them, Saber saw two males gripping and stroking each other's lengths, making him shudder. He could see them clearly and could almost hear their grunts and growls. It wasn't uncommon for the same gender to experiment with each other, and at these sorts of gatherings it was almost inevitable. Saber's face flushed deeply as he thought about trying something with Verro.
He shook his head and quickly downed the rest of his cup, letting out a sigh. They hadn't known each other for that long, and Saber wasn't sure if Verro would even want to. He didn't want to cause a divide between them. Saber glanced over at his friend and noticed that he was out of his drink as well.
"Shall we go get refills?" Saber asked.
Verro looked down at his drink and shifted around on his paws. It looked like his wings could hardly stay still while they covered most of his torso from view. "Uhm... S- Sure."
Saber giggled as he watched Verro hobble around on just his hind paws, almost waddling side to side as he walked forward. Before they reached the kegs, Saber saw that the two wyverns were getting drinks themselves.
Saber nudged Verro with a wing. "Go say hi!" he insisted.
Verro meeped and shook his head furiously, immediately stopping in his tracks. "Not n- now!" He tried to quickly turn around, but he ended up dropping his cup in the process. Luckily, there wasn't any liquid left in it, but as Verro went to pick it up, Saber saw the flesh protruding from between his legs.
His eyes widened as he stared at Verro's exotic-looking cock, seeing it jutting out from his pelvis bone and hooking around forward. Verro seemed to realize that he just exposed himself to Saber and looked at the purple dragon with embarrassment, their eyes meeting and staring with disbelief. Saber's face flushed with an intense warmth.
"Oh my, oh my," a wyverness cooed to Verro, breaking the tension between them almost immediately. "It seems that someone could use a little help." She had pretty red scales with light pink colors mixing in around her joints. Her body build was a lot like Verro's, long and lithe but slimmer and curvier.
Verro whirled around and covered himself. "M-me?"
She stepped forward and got uncomfortably close to Verro, almost rubbing up against him as she purred. "Dex and I haven't seen any of our kind around here... Rrrr, and you're a handsome one," she said.
Saber backed up a bit, giving them some room. Verro looked stunned and petrified, but as her tail sneaked under his wings, he suddenly bloomed with relaxation, his tense limbs dropping a bit. As he pulled his wings away, Saber could see her tail wrapping around his length and tugging on it.
"My name is Nikol," she said after the fact. "My mate, Dex, said I could treat you to a little something."
"V-Verro," he spouted. "Th-that's my name... Mmm..."
Nikol sensually traced her tongue down his neck while her tail continued to rub him. Saber felt a little jealous, and he wasn't sure if it was because he wasn't getting any attention or if it was because he wasn't the one giving Verro attention. The rest of their conversation was inaudible as Saber stepped away to fill his cup, letting them have some room together.
He couldn't help but to watch them. The female came onto Verro very fast, and he seemed to relax more and more, especially when her muzzle went between his legs. He covered her with his big wings to keep a little privacy, but Saber saw the pleasured look on his friend's face and smiled happily.
"My mate was begging me to go and see him," a male voice said from behind him. Saber turned and saw the other wyvern, Dex, and gave him a friendly grin.
"I told him he should meet with you two. You're the first wyverns he's seen here," Saber replied.
Dex was about the same size as Verro, but not as long. He looked more muscular than he did lithe, having a broad chest and wide hips. His scales were mostly black aside from some dark-purple hues blending into them.
"He's the first we've seen too."
Saber nodded and watched them, starting to feel a little bit warm and antsy. He started thinking about Verro again, wondering if he could muster up the courage to ask Verro to mate. He figured the alcohol was having something to do with all of his lustful thoughts, but he definitely didn't mind it.
"You don't want to have some fun, do you?" Dex asked him. He seemed much politer about it than his mate!
Saber blushed as he looked sheepishly up at Dex. He glanced back at Verro and almost reluctantly shook his head. Even though Saber felt like he was in the mood for a little fun, he didn't really want to do it with a complete stranger... And if he did do it with another male, he wanted it to be with Verro.
"Th-thanks for the offer... But I think I'm going to save myself for him," Saber replied with a warm smile as he watched Verro experience the pleasure of Nikol's maw. If he ever had the chance, he wanted to see that face again, when he was the one pleasuring Verro.
"Oh, you two are together?"
Saber chuckled and shook his head, a small blush warming his cheeks. "No, but we're pretty good friends."
Dex chirred deeply in his throat. "If I can give any advice, it's that our cocks feel amazing."
Saber grinned widely and nodded, feeling excitement already starting to well in his chest. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach just from thinking about mating with Verro. And before he knew it, his cock was hard too. Saber tried to ignore it and gulped down more beer, waiting for Verro to have his fun while he half-chatted with Dex and half-watched Verro and Nikol, all the while trying to hide his erection.
They never went any farther than oral servicing, but Verro did get the chance to have his muzzle buried in a female's crotch. After the two had finished, the four of them met up and shared some more drinks together, happily talking away. Verro definitely looked a bit more comfortable, and Saber felt a lot better too. The uproar of the tent was drowned out in the background, past their conversation.
The evening quickly came, and Verro and Saber had to say goodbye to their new wyvern friends. They stepped out of the pavilion, greeted by the pleasant scents and smells of fresh air and food. As dusk settled over the city, the lanterns were lit, emitting a warm, auburn glow. The air was much cooler and the crowd was dissipating.
"Did you enjoy that?" Saber asked, smirking toothily at Verro. He took a deep breath, finally able to calm himself after all of the pheromones permeating the tent.
Verro nodded with an awkward grin. "I-I did... I haven't felt anything like that in a long time." He playfully bumped into Saber and giggled. "You should have asked her! I'm sure she would have 'helped' you out too."
Saber chuckled and shook his head. "I was fine. I'm glad you had fun, though."
Verro wrapped a wing-arm over Saber's back and pulled the purple dragon against him, giving him a quick hug and a nuzzle. "We'll have to find you someone soon."
Saber looked deep into Verro's eyes and felt those butterflies returning as he nodded. "Maybe..."
Then a loud \_crack\_sounded off in the distance, making Saber jump.
"Oh, what was that?" Verro asked, looking up at the sky. "Was that a firework?"
Saber nodded. "I hope so!"
"Isn't there still too much light?"
Saber shrugged his wings and started to lead Verro toward the park, where the fireworks would shoot off. "It's probably just a test. C'mon! The park is over this way."
They cut through a short alleyway, crossed a busy crosswalk, and walked down a long sidewalk next to an iron gate that surrounded the park until they entered through an archway. Floods of humans and dragons were walking all around, getting ready for the fireworks. The park was lit with the same, orange-glowing lanterns, lighting the concrete paths.
Some human children were running around with glowsticks, seeming to be having the time of their lives. Saber grinned happily at them, bringing back fond memories of his dragonet years with his human family. He stopped and bought himself and Verro a glowstick. He hung his blue, glowing stick around his neck like a necklace while Verro wore his purple one around his horns sort of like a halo.
"You look ridiculous," Saber teased, chuckling at his friend while he adjusted his halo.
"Do not!" Verro retorted. "I think I look magnificent!"
Saber grinned toothily and started to walk into the grass that tickled his paws, toward the center of the park. There was already quite a crowd gathered, sitting around and waiting for the fireworks to begin. They sat far back, away from mostly everyone. There were a few trees close to them, but they wouldn't block them from the view.
Saber sat sejant next to Verro, curling his tail around his talons. "It's getting dark pretty fast. They should be starting soon," Saber said to Verro.
Verro nodded and looked around. "I didn't realize how many people really lived in the city until today..."
Saber chuckled. "It's quite a lot, really. How many people lived in your village?"
"Less than the amount of people we can see," Verro stated. "I doubt we had over one hundred residents."
"That sounds kind of nice. I bet it was really quiet.
Verro nodded. "And the sky was beautiful... Normally around this time, we could see the stars coming out."
Saber remembered seeing the night sky before, for what it truly was, far away from the city and its bright, irritating lights. To see stars sprawled out from one horizon to the other... that was amazing.
"Well, at least we have the fireworks to look forward to," Saber said and nuzzled Verro. "They're like explosive stars!"
Verro chuckled and affectionately nuzzled Saber back as he embraced him with a wing-arm. Saber purred happily and nestled his head between Verro's neck and shoulder.
As if on cue, the first firework burst into a bright orange color just over their heads, the thundering boom resounding and echoing across the city a split-second after. Saber and Verro both flinched at that and started giggling.
Then the next one shot off and the one after that. The resonating bangs shook Saber's scales and made his bones tingle. His eyes were wide, taking in the rainbow of explosive color. It was hard not to wince, even though he was expecting it.
"Wow!" Verro shouted above the noise. Before the next one shot off, he added, "These are amazing! We're so close that I c--" The rest of his words were cut off by several loud, simultaneous cracks.
The beautiful array of colors glinted off of their scales, and the scales of almost every dragon around. Everyone seemed to be captivated by the display above them, their heads tilted toward the sky. The scent of gunpowder was thick in the air.
Saber leaned against Verro while his wing still wrapped around him, finding warm, soothing comfort as he watched the fireworks with him, his head still relaxed on his shoulder.
The show gradually picked up its tempo while sending off different types of fireworks. The classic big bangs overpowered the spiral, hissing ones, but they were neat to see. The spirals looked like golden serpents, and some of them almost appeared to twine together. Then there were some mini fireworks that shot off in rapid succession, a sound like machinegun fire. Some of the fireworks were almost too bright to see, flashing brilliantly and lighting up the night sky.
Saber took a moment to look at Verro. His eyes were wide and glued to the sky, the colors flashing in them. He winced a lot too, but he seemed to be utterly enraptured in the magnificent display. Then he looked at Saber, and their eyes met. Saber grinned joyfully and Verro licked his nose. Saber placed a paw on Verro's wing-paw and squeezed it gently before returning his attention to the fireworks.
He was glad that Verro didn't seem to mind the affection. Saber was more than happy to share this moment with him. He noticed that a lot of humans that liked each other tended to hold their hands together, so he thought it would be nice to do the same with Verro.
The different types of fireworks started to work together more and shoot off at a quicker pace. It wasn't long before the grand finale started, almost blinding and deafening Saber as big fireworks, swirly fireworks, loud fireworks, bright and colorful fireworks, and even the mini fireworks all started to shoot off at the same time, rapidly and chaotically. It was a glorious display that lasted for nearly a full minute, making Saber's body shudder just from the perfect cacophony of it all.
After it ended, Saber found himself taking a deep breath. A loud uproar of cheering filled the park along with applause. Saber giggled at Verro and nuzzled him again.
"How was that?" he asked loudly.
Verro met Saber's smile with a bright and toothy one of his own and hugged Saber tightly with both wings. "It was amazing! Did you see the multi-colored ones? And the purple ones? I really like the purple ones!"
Saber laughed and nodded. "They were hard to miss!"
They talked some more about it while waiting for the crowd to disperse. Saber hated walking through crowds, and he especially didn't want to bring Verro through a thick crowd like that either. It was likely that both of their tails would get stepped on!
Even though they were trying to be as out of the way as possible, it just so happened that some human tripped over Verro's tail and stumbled forward.
"Oh, sorry!" Verro said and tucked his tail closer to him.
"Stay out of my way, freak! What kind of hideous dragon are you?" the human growled at Verro. Saber growled back at him and bared his teeth menacingly, making the human quickly turn tail and walk away.
"What a jerk," Saber said. Then he nosed at Verro, seeing a sad frown across his muzzle. He hugged the wyvern with a wing and cooed softly to him. "Verro?"
Verro looked at him with somber eyes and then glanced away with a sigh.
"He was just one of \_those\_humans, Verro... Don't let what he said get to you. They're not all like that." He squeezed Verro's paw again with his own while curling their tails together.
"I-I know..."
Saber nuzzled him again and licked his nose affectionately. "Come on, let's go somewhere else. Do you want to go back to the festival or go home?"
Verro bared a small smile at Saber and answered, "I kind of want to go home. It's getting late."
Saber couldn't tell why Verro still looked upset. He was used to the humans making rude remarks about dragons, but that one seemed to hit the wyvern close to home. His tail drooped sadly behind him.
"Are you alright?" Saber asked. He looked at his friend with soft eyes. After seeing him so happy, it hurt him to see him so gloomy all of a sudden.
Verro turned and nodded, keeping a straight face. "I'm fine. Those fireworks were really neat. Thanks for uhm... showing me."
Saber nuzzled him firmly. "You're very welcome! I try to catch them every year. I'm glad you were here for this one... with me."
A soft smile curled Verro's lips for a brief moment as he glanced at Saber, but that smile quickly faded. Saber didn't really know what to say, so they just continued walking away from the park until they could spread their wings and fly home.
When they finally stepped inside Saber's apartment, Verro seemingly dragged his body into his bedroom.
"I'm going to sleep now," he said and shut the door behind him.
Saber's heart lurched in his chest. He stood still in the middle of the room, looking somberly at Verro's closed door. He noticed that on the flight home Verro had been very distracted with something, and whatever it was seemed to be eating away at him.
Saber didn't like that.
But what was he supposed to do about it? Verro obviously didn't want to talk, and he'd already shut himself away in his room.
Saber shook his head. If Verro needed him, then he was going to be there. He padded up to his roommate's door and knocked on it.
"Verro? Can I come in?" He heard a mumble, but he didn't know what was said. So, he pulled the handle and walked in anyway. He found the wyvern to be curled up beneath his covers as if he was trying to hide from the world itself. His long tail poked out and drooped off of the bed.
Saber climbed onto the bed with him and flopped down behind Verro's back and laid a wing over the large bump in the covers, trying to comfort his friend.
"What's wrong?" Saber asked, but Verro didn't answer. He heard a sniffle and felt his chest hurt again. "Verro..."
Then the wyvern's head poked out and looked sullenly at Saber, his golden eyes wet and his cheeks glistening. "I don't fit in."
Saber cooed softly and tried to hug Verro while his body was buried beneath the blanket. "You do fit in!"
He shook his head stubbornly and whimpered. "I'm a freak. I look like a wild beast. I don't fit in with humans or dragons... No one wants to talk to me, and most of them are scared of me. All of those staring, prying eyes... I should never have come to the city."
Saber winced and nuzzled into Verro firmly. "Don't say things like that, Verro. It's not all true, and it's not all bad. I want to talk to you... I like you a lot... and I'm glad you came."
Verro glanced at Saber before sniveling and turning his head away. "You're the only one that's given me a chance. Everyone else hates me or thinks I'm a *freak*."
Saber felt his heart trying to leap out of his chest. He slipped under the covers with Verro and then wrapped his limbs around the wyvern, pulling him into a tight embrace. "You're not a freak! I think you're very handsome for a dragon... I really like you."
Verro shivered in Saber's grasp and tried to hide his face as he cried. Saber cooed softly and gently stroked down his scales with a paw, caressing him tenderly. He wanted to help Verro in any way he could, but what could he do?
"D-do you mean that, Saber?" Verro asked.
Saber nodded and nuzzled into Verro's neck firmly. "You've been my closest friend... I'm really happy that you came along. I feel like one of the luckiest dragons in the world."
Verro turned around and faced Saber, a small smile curling his lips. He hugged Saber tightly, enveloping him in his big, soft wings. Saber purred and hugged him back, resting his head against Verro's neck. Their tails twined together and squeezed while Verro started licking at Saber's neck.
"I appreciate you Saber... more than you know. You make me feel like I do belong here... but I don't think I belong in the city."
Saber nuzzled Verro lovingly, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. "I know it's hard but you just have to give it time. Maybe more wyverns will come to the city, now that you're here."
Verro sighed. "I don't think so..."
"But you can hope, right?" Saber said and licked his chin.
He nodded and tenderly rubbed noses with Saber. "Maybe... but I do know where I belong."
"I know that the village is probably a better place for you... but I thin--"
"It's here, with you, Saber."
Saber looked into Verro's eyes and saw them staring into his crimson spheres. A bright smile curled Saber's lips as he licked Verro affectionately. "I-I couldn't think of a better place..."
"I love you, Saber," Verro said softly.
Saber blushed warmly and squeezed Verro tightly in the embrace. "I love you too." Saber placed a forepaw on Verro's chest while they stared deeply into each other's eyes. He felt his heart beat faster while his mind stirred with so many different emotions, and he could see Verro was experiencing the same feelings. His eyes looked calm and delicate, and his lips... they were so close to his own and getting closer and closer...
Then Saber shut his eyes and suddenly found himself kissing Verro. Their lips pressed together as he tilted his head and locked maws with the wyvern. Verro's forked tongue flicked into Saber's maw before Saber's tongue slid against it and twined like their tails. Verro laid a wing over Saber and enveloped him in it as he pulled Saber's body against him. Saber's paw caressed Verro's chest and flanks while their hind paws squeezed together, toes interlocking. Saber's cheeks flushed heatedly as he felt Verro's larger footpaws raveling with his.
Saber could hardly tell what was going on. Everything was happening so fast, making his heart flutter with the excitement that was building inside him. They cuddled together as they kissed, neither of them seeming to care about anything other than each other.
Then all of Saber's lusts from earlier returned to him. He felt Verro's warm scales rubbing against his, their hind paws touching, his breath and kiss... Saber huffed and rolled onto his back, opening his hind legs as Verro joined him belly-to-belly. His body was so much longer than Saber's, but he was still able to hug Verro's torso and rest his hind legs on his rump while they cuddled intimately together and kissed again.
Saber's forepaws traced Verro's body, brushing along his flanks while Verro's wing-arms enveloped him in a warm embrace. He brought a hind paw down that caressed Verro's thigh, moving lower down his leg before slipping between his legs and groping at his pelvic bone.
Verro pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly to Saber, panting and looking down at him with wide, lusty eyes. Saber's glazed, crimson spheres stared him right back while his toes felt around that bulging bone. He could hardly believe what he was doing, but he loved it. So many warm, pleasant feelings course through his body, making his loins warm and his body fuzzy.
"S-Saber..."
This was the moment Saber had been fantasizing about for most of the day. He was here, lying intimately with Verro after they just had their first kiss together. With all of these mixed emotions welling inside him, he could hardly think of a more perfect moment to ask him that question.
"Do you want to mate with me, Verro?" he asked softly, tracing a claw sensually down his long neck and broad chest.
Verro seemed at a loss for words. His lips moved, but nothing came out, so he just nodded and kissed Saber again. He lowered himself onto the purple dragon, pressing his hips between Saber's legs and rubbing that pelvic bone against his soft nethers.
Saber blushed deeply and moaned to Verro, feeling his body rub against his sensitive and squishy nethers, sending arousal coursing through his already warm body. Saber pawed at Verro's chest with one paw and affectionately caressed his head and neck with the other, still delving into their kiss.
They were both panting with lust before they finally pulled apart from the kiss and looked at each other with swirling, glazed-over eyes. Verro's golden eyes stared into Saber's crimson spheres, wordlessly expressing their emotions to each other.
Verro grinded his hips against Saber's along with deep, lusty growls while Saber huffed and gasped. Saber had never come onto someone so quickly before. His cock was already swelling rapidly from his sheath, pre spilling out of his tapered tip. He could feel trails of Verro's warmth and slick pre too rubbing against his orbs.
Saber's toes curled with delight as he felt Verro move his hips forward and rest his thick cock against Saber's flesh. The wyvern nibbled and bit on Saber's neck while Saber eagerly exposed it to him, loving how he was taking charge. Their aroused cocks rubbed together while Verro pinned Saber on his back, drawing lustful moans from him.
Then Saber slipped away after giving Verro a reassuring lick to the nose. He climbed off of the bed and planted his paws squarely on the floor. He gulped and built up his courage, letting his lusts overwhelm his thoughts.
Saber dropped his torso and lifted his hind end into the air, raising his tail and presenting himself to Verro. His cock dangled between his legs while his hefty stones hung there below his exposed tailhole. He had never imagined that he'd be doing this with another male, but he desperately wanted to feel that blissful release--he wanted to feel Verro's cock inside him.
Saber looked back at Verro and cooed to him, seeing the wyvern's large, hooked cock swaying beneath him as he climbed down from the bed. Saber gave a little wag of his hips and saw Verro's eyes staring beneath his tail as he approached the purple dragon's rear. He looked eager, more than ready to mount Saber.
And Verro didn't waste a moment. Saber felt Verro's larger weight suddenly pushing him down as their hind legs started to rub together. His wing-arms dropped to either side of the purple dragon as he mounted Saber. Then, Saber felt Verro's warm, slick cock sliding around his tail base, making him shudder and groan. He shifted his hips around to guide Verro into him and lifted his tail, and then he felt the wyvern's warm tip pushing at his puckered tailhole.
Without warning, Verro suddenly thrust hard into Saber's rump, pushing apart his tight hole forcefully and making him groan and gasp for breath.
"A-aaah!" Pain coursed through Saber, etching across his face in a snarl. But as Verro kept thrusting and humping Saber, that pain dissipated quickly and was replaced with pleasure. It happened faster than he could even react, suddenly feeling his rear stretching for Verro's thick length while it pushed deep inside him. Warmth flushed Saber's cheeks as a soft moan escaped his lips. He never imagined that being mounted would feel so good!
"Ooh, Saber..." Verro moaned. "You're so... tight."
Saber's scrunched his face with pleasure while his breaths were short and ragged. He grunted each time Verro thrust deep into him, their bodies rocking back and forth. Saber could feel Verro's thick length spreading his rear apart and rubbing against his soft passage. Verro's ridges pulled and tugged, dragging against Saber's tight folds and sending bouts of tingling pleasure coursing down his spine.
"Aaah... V-Verro..." The wyvern thrust hard and deep into Saber's rump, his tip rubbing against a sensitive spot inside him that sent waves of warm bliss through his body. Pre leaked out of his tip and sometimes spurted out with the throbs of his member that bounced back and forth with Verro's thrusts. Saber pushed his head into the floor as his chest rested flat against it, his rump raised and being pounded by the larger wyvern.
He could feel Verro's cock sliding in and out of his stretched tailhole. The wyvern's pre made his thrusts slick, making it easier to hump Saber faster and harder. Saber's muscles clenched it hard while the ridges along Verro's cock dragged across his passage and entrance.
Verro panted and moaned as he took the purple dragon beneath him. Saber heard his ragged breaths close to his earholes as he was pinned down beneath his heavier weight. Verro's tan underbelly slid over Saber's back, pressing and rubbing against it. Every drive of Verro's hips sent his cock deep inside Saber's rump, causing Saber to gasp and moan from the relentless pleasure.
Saber could feel Verro's pelvic bone slapping against his rump, patting against his scales with lewd squelches and schlicking sounds coming from his rear. The wyvern's bulge worked its way into Saber's tight tailhole, spreading him further and further until Saber suddenly felt it pop into him.
"Ooh, V-Verro! Nngh..." Saber winced and felt Verro's thick cock suddenly slip even deeper inside him, pressing at all of the right buttons. Pleasure overwhelmed Saber's body as his orgasm quickly welled in his loins before spilling all over the floor. His cock throbbed powerfully while thick ropes of his seed spurted from his tip. He moaned loudly as Verro took him far past the pinnacle of arousal, sending him on an ecstatic journey through bliss. The pleasure never stopped while Verro's cock continued to rub against his flaring prostate.
"S-Saber... Ooh... Saber..." Verro's thrusts slowed down tremendously until Saber felt his cock throbbing against his walls and filling his rear with his hot, gooey seed. Saber moaned encouragingly to Verro, loving every second of feeling the wyvern cum inside him. Verro moaned deeply back and pushed his pelvic bone firmly against Saber's rump, letting his entirety fill Saber's tight passage and spill his seed inside him. Saber's muscles clenched his length and pulsated around its thick shaft, almost milking it while his semen oozed into him and coated his walls.
Saber took in deep breaths and panted raggedly as his orgasm soon faded away. He could hardly think straight with all of the lovely feelings coursing through him. He focused on feeling Verro's cock deep inside him as they tied at the hips. He could feel it still throbbing even after the last of his warm seed spilled into Saber's passage.
"Oh, Verro... That felt so good."
"Mmmm..." Verro wrapped his wing arms around Saber's belly and suddenly flopped onto his side, holding Saber tight against him and bringing the purple dragon down with him. Saber groaned, feeling Verro's length tug and grind inside him, sloshing around his gooey seed. He lay back into Verro's embrace with his legs shamelessly spread apart, purring with satisfaction in the afterglow.
"You feel amazing, Saber," Verro cooed into his ear. "So tight and hot..." He reached a wing-paw between Saber's legs and suddenly gripped and stroked his slick, softening length.
"Aah, V-Verro..." Saber clenched his eyes shut and groaned as his sensitive flesh was rubbed.
"So handsome," Verro finished and let go. He kissed the back of Saber's neck and doted it with affectionate licks and nibbles. Saber cooed approvingly and relaxed as he twined their tails together. Verro's cock softened inside his rear until he pulled it out with a squelch, making Saber huff and gasp as some of his seed came oozing out with it. His rear felt empty without it.
"C-can we do this again sometime?" Saber asked, blushing warmly. He felt so good inside, and his heart was thrumming with joy. Mating with Verro was by far one of his most pleasurable experiences ever.
Verro squeezed Saber and chirred into his earhole. "Of course, cutie. I've had the best day ever today... I'm glad I could share it with you."
Saber smiled softly and let a few joyful tears fall. "Me too. Thank you, Verro."
"For what?"
Saber turned his head around and kissed him. "For being my friend."
Verro giggled and squeezed Saber even tighter while he licked at Saber's cheeks. "But it's me who should be thanking you!"
Saber chuckled and wriggled in Verro's embrace. "Then why don't we both just thank each other?"
"Hmm..." Verro contemplated, scratching at his chin in an obvious attempt to tease Saber. "I don't know..."
Saber nipped at his nose. "Thank you, Verro," he cooed.
Verro nibbled back and then nuzzled into Saber's neck. "Thank you, Saber."
Saber sighed happily and contentedly as he relaxed, nestled in Verro's loving embrace. He dared to say that he finally found that special someone--someone that he truly loved.
He had never felt happier.
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Panic in the Pool by StrangeBreed
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#2 of Wolfy's Woes The second of two commissions so far for WinterWolfy This one involves the poor pup as he tries to survive a class trip to the pool. More humiliation, the poor little dude D: - _All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is
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"Cub",
"Humiliation",
"M/F",
"Premature Ejaculation",
"Public",
"Pup",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150283-panic-in-the-pool
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*All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is meant as parody and does not represent any child, living or otherwise.*
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Wolfy followed the rest of his class down the hall as they made their way towards the school bus, a really exciting day having arrived for the young cubs. Today was one of their more exciting days, the entire class on their way to a public pool for a swimming lesson. The faculty had organized the event as part of their physical education, but the students saw it almost as a day off, excited to be able to swim with their friends. Despite his excitement, Wolfy was also a tad nervous, being coincidentally the only boy in his class. His school was strict on uniform, and where both uniforms had jackets and vest, the boys had nice shorts for the summer, and the girls wore a skirt, a nice plaid design that seemed to only have one flaw. They seemed a bit too short, especially to the young blue wolf who kept having to fight his urges to watch the girls walk.
"Oh dang it," their teacher said as she brought the class to a shortcut, forgetting that the doors were under maintenance, "Well, looks like we'll have to go the other way." The group began walking up the stairs once again, the hyena at the front of the class, leaving Wolfy at the very back. The young wolf pup couldn't help but peak up as the girls walked above him, their skirts shifting side to side just enough to give him the right vantage point. He was given a few clear views of their panties, some silky, some cotton, some white and some pink, but all making him blush as he started to get a bit of a stiffy. He kept up with the group however, making his way onto the school bus with the rest of the students. He made his way carefully to the back of the bus, figuring it would be the best place to sit, using his backpack to hide the bulge in his shorts.
He let out a sigh as he felt safe, feeling the bus's engine slowly roar to life. He looked to the front as a rather cranky looking fox girl kept glaring him down, the pup in the front seat looking quite angry. It made Wolfy rather anxious as he sat there and stewed in worry, not knowing why she was upset or why her anger seemed to be pointed in his direction. He watched as she looked over to their teacher who was sitting in the other seat near the front, Wolfy tightening the grip on his bag as he saw the hyena rise to her feet. Step by step she stormed up towards Wolfy, a look of burning anger in her eyes as well. Wolfy let out a surprised yip as the teacher grabbed his ear, slowly dragging him to the front of the moving bus. "Wolfy, Cynthia has informed me you have been peaking up your classmates' skirts today, is that true?" she looked down at the worried cub, the boy covering his crotch with his paws now that his backpack had been left back in his seat.
"N-No..." the wolf whimpered back, his tone and appearance non-convincing as he looked all shy and guilty.
The hyena eyed him up and down, rolling her eyes as she hissed, "Why do I not believe that?" She looked at the boy's paws, curious as to why he kept holding his crotch oddly, "Paws on your head troublemaker!"
Wolfy shook his head as he began to whimper out, almost begging the teacher not to make him, "N-no."
"No? Wolfy, do it now!" she growled back at him, not liking her student's disobedience one bit. She reached down to grab the pup's arms, Wolfy wiggling in place as he shook all about desperately trying to push his teacher away. "Wolfy, damn it!" she growled as she kept yanking at his arms, the cub pulling away with quick yanks. It looked rather funny as the pair battled each other, the young wolf and older hyena wrestling each other for control. Unfortunately for the young pup each push and pull only made his cock harder, each rub from the teacher's movements grinding against his crotch.
"P-please Mrs. Harrison no!" the boy whimpered as he scrunched up tighter, the angry hyena yanking harder with a round of irritated growls.
After much more struggling however she finally managed to beat the cub, pulling his paws up and placing them on his head, "There!" As soon as his paws were moved however, all the girls in Wolfy's class began staring at his crotch, all wondering why he had been so frantically defending leaving his paws there. The hyena looked down as well as she noticed all of her students were staring at something, her face turning red as even more anger flooded her, "Oh for god's sake, Wolfy!" She looped her fingers into the waist of the shorts, slowly yanking them down inch by inch. Wolfy threw his paws back to his crotch, immediately trying to cover up again as his little erection as it was put on display for his classmates. "Damn it Wolfy, why do you always act up when we go on trips?!" the hyena growled, her student curling up as he started to whimper louder.
"I-I didn't mean to Mrs. Harrison, honestly, I-I..."
"Save it Wolfy!" she growled as she reached for his jacket, slowly removing it before going for the vest.
"Wh-why are you taking my clothes off?" the boy asked in a pathetic whimper, closing his eyes as she pulled his shirt up over his arms, leaving him standing there in his underwear at the front of the bus.
"I'm teaching you a lesson!" the teacher hissed as she left him standing there in the nude, his face burning read with embarrassment. There he stood wearing his little undies covered in brightly coloured cartoon characters, making the boy look childish and even younger than his actual age. The hyena glared into the wolf's eyes as she looped her fingers into the waistband of the underwear, slowly tugging it down inch by inch, "This is what you get for being such a little pervert all the time!"
"Mrs. Harrison, no!" Wolfy tried to cry out, but it was all too late, the pair of underwear soon sitting at his ankles, the teacher forcing his feet up one at a time to yank them away. "There, now you can deal with consequences of your actions, you perverted little troublemaker!" The cub stood there in the nude, face flushed as he sat there burning in heavy embarrassment, shaking and whimpering as his erection twitched, bobbing up and down as it was freed from the tight prison of the boy's underwear. "M-may I sit down now?" the boy asked desperately as a few tears escaped his eyes, nearly fit to explode as his hard cock was put on display in front of all of his classmates.
The hyena shook her head as the bus kept driving, "No Wolfy, you'll have to be a good boy and wait until we get there, I'm sorry but this for your own good." Wolfy said nothing more, giving up as he stood there in complete humiliation.
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The journey felt like it would never end, the pup sighing for relief when they finally arrived to the pool. The hyena had made her way to the back of the bus to grab Wolfy's things right before the bus pulled to a stop, looking to her class as she gave instructions, "Alright, I need everyone to line up single file, calmly please!" She looked at her class as they did as instructed, all getting to their feet and slowly forming a single file line that filled the length of the bus. "Now everyone will leave one at a time, and go straight to the front entrance," the teacher continued to give instructions, "I will be the last to leave with Wolfy, everyone wait for us there."
Wolfy moved to the side as the girls started to leave the bus, wincing as one by one they all chose to grab his little stiffy, some flicking it so it hurt, some just tugging it jokingly, one or two of the more curious girls rubbing it softly as they had never touched one before. The pup closed his eyes as he shook in place, each touch on his penis making it so very hard to keep from bursting. He danced around by the time the last few students had passed him, his cock firm as a rock as all the little paws had done their damage. He nearly had drawn blood by how hard he nipped his bottom lip, trying to hold back with heavy pants, his breath staggering as he tried to keep himself in check.
Finally his teacher approached him with his things, grabbing him by the paw and pulling him firmly out of the bus. She looked rather unimpressed with the boy still, his face shy and worried as she guided him onwards towards the building. The rest of the class was waiting when they arrived, entering the front hall of the big facility a moment later. They were on their way to check in for their swim, before something caught the teacher's eye, a dark smile filling her expression as she saw a special attraction near the front. She looked at her watch and realized they had made excellent time, the group still a bit too early to start their swim. "One moment class, I think I have an idea... who would like to see a silly painting of Wolfy get made?"
"What?!" the pup cried out anxiously as all the girls seemed to cheer in agreement, their excited faces only giving the boy more anxiety. He looked over to notice the special attraction, a painting booth set up with a rather talented artist, who was taking his time painting any guest that wished to get something done, clearly there for some sort of co-op to help build more skill to his craft. "Mrs. Harrison, please don't make me do this!" the pup pleaded in a desperate cry, trying to fight off the hyena's grasp as she slowly tugged him towards the booth.
"Good afternoon sir," the teacher said to the painter in a friendly manner, the artist looking to the hyena with a smile, his gaze meeting Wolfy for only a moment before smirking, "I was wondering if we could get a painting of this young pup here? You see he's gotten himself into quite a heap of trouble, and we're trying to teach him a lesson."
The painter let out a low chuckle as he looked over the boy, wearing a playful grin as he grabbed his brush, "I suppose I could miss, any special requests?"
The hyena poked the end of her muzzle with a finger as she thought to herself, snapping her fingers as a wider grin filled out her jaw, "How about..."
She leaned into the skunk and whispered into his ear, the painter soon grinning ear to ear as he replied, "Oh yes definitely."
"Splendid!" the teacher replied with sadistic glee, watching as the painted began his work. He gently used his brush on the canvas, filling it with detail, slowly bringing the boy's form to life. He continued to detail and shade until reaching the boy's erection, slowly building it up the secret way the hyena had asked. The students gathered around behind the painter to watch, all snickering and pointing between the painter and the boy. Wolfy was getting more and more embarrassed as the torment went on, scrunching up as he felt funny from all the teasing. He was getting too close to cumming, the teasing driving him towards the edge. Little did he know, but the painter was mockingly painting the wolf's boner into a cartoony looking elephant trunk, making the little pup only looking more pathetic.
Wolfy closed his eyes as an even louder round of laughter erupted around him, the boy scrunching up as suddenly it all became too much. His load erupted from the tip of his cock into the air, landing on the floor several feet away from him. "Wolfy!" the hyena tried to growl, but was caught laughing, the rest of the class joining in, the whole room erupting in laughter from the pathetic display.
Even the painter was getting a good chuckle from the display, looking over at the slight mess on the floor with raised eyes, "Wow, good shot kid!"
The hyena rolled her eyes as she grabbed Wolfy by his arm, dragging the relieved pup down the hall as the receptionist waved them over, "Thank you for the painting, I'll pick it up from you after."
"You're very welcome miss" the skunk nodded, still chuckling at what Wolfy had done.
The teacher gave the painter one last glance as she added, "Maybe we'll hang it up in the classroom, *really* teach Wolfy here a lesson." The pup's ears raised in worry at those words as he was pulled away, his class slowly making their way to the change rooms.
He finally found temporary peace as he entered the change room, being the only male, he was able to be alone for the briefest amount of recovery time. He opened his back and pulled out the speedo his mother had left him, slowly slipping into the tight suit. It clung to his fur tightly, almost too tightly. He felt that it barely hid much from view of the public, but it was at least something, a small fabric shield that made him at least somewhat decent. He took a long, deep breath before leaving the change room, ready for a good swim to wash away the tension of the day.
As soon as he arrived on the pool deck however, his eyes widened in shock and surprise as several older furs appeared to be in the pool, the pup realizing that they would be sharing the pool with the senior swimming hour. He watched as they waddled gently in the pool, eyes focused on them until he reached the rest of his class again, Mrs. Harrison already speaking to the group about the day's plans. "Alright, now I want all of you to go meet one of those lovely folks in the pool and buddy up with them. It will be a good lesson in how to treat your elders." The young girls seemed to find this idea rather charming, but Wolfy was none too enthused, finding the idea strange and mildly off-putting. He had already been in so much trouble that day already though, and decided it was likely best to just follow along with his teacher's instructions.
Wolfy hopped in the pool with the rest of his classmates, paddling over to the group of older women to introduce themselves. An older vixen smiled as Wolfy approached her, offering her paws to half shake his, half keep him afloat, "Hello there little one, what is your name?"
"W-Wolfy, what's yours?" he replied gently.
"Maria," she said with a light grin, chuckling a little to herself, "Here I thought we were going to be paired up with girls."
"Oh," Wolfy whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm the only boy in my class."
The vixen shook her head as she kept bobbing around in the water with him, "No need to be sorry dear, I find boys like you rather cute." He blushed as she was being so sweet, but felt as though there was some less innocent notes to her tone when she said such things.
"Alright, is everyone ready?" an older camel said at the podium by the pool, giving instructions to the group. She led them through the senior's usual exercise routine, Wolfy looking at his partner as she seemed to still wear that strange grin. Wolfy followed along but found the tightness of his speedo was working against him, the tension causing a strain in his hips that left a little too many tingles. He nipped his lips as he tried to ignore it, looking up to realize that the vixen was looking down at his slowly growing bulge with a sinister little grin.
"Having trouble down there Wolfy?" she giggled as she reached down with a free paw, groping the lump in his speedo as she let out a vicious little chuckle. She looked over to some of her friends as she kept exercising with the boy, giving little winks and snickers with her elderly friends as she kept sneaking obvious gropes. The boy's face was pale as everyone around watched, seemingly only their teacher and exercise instructor unaware of what was going on. Maria yanked his speedo down just a little a few times to show off his little erection to her friends, even exposing his cute rump as she passed by a friend, whispering to her, "Isn't he just a doll?"
Wolfy could do little more than continually pull his suit back up, frantic to keep it attached to him as the vixen kept threatening to just rip it off completely. "Now ladies, this next exercise requires you to lift your younger partner up, are you ready?" the camel began to explain, Wolfy looking frantic as that left another sinister grin on his partner's muzzle. Before he could protest however, the exercise had begun, Maria lifting him up and yanking his speedo down, tickling his balls with her paw. She rubbed at it gently until he was ready to explode, Wolfy panting and blushing as he was pushed so close to the edge. He managed to hold back though, the vixen soon dropping him back down. "Alright wonderful, that marks the end of our session for today," the camel said, Wolfy panting a desperate sigh of relief, "Now the students visiting today get to stay in the pool for another hour for free swim, have fun you guys!"
Each student said goodbye to their new elderly friend, some pawshakes, hugs and smiles all exchanged. Maria however simply grinned darkly to the cub, pinching his butt one last time as she winked, "Have fun in the pool Wolfy!" The pup said nothing, glaring the evil old fox down as she left the pool with her twisted friends. The pup walked around in the pool finally in a relaxed state, his breaths less anxious now as he enjoyed the gentle coolness of the water around him. He thought over the vixen's words and the strange tone that she carried until finally looking down, his face turning white as a ghost as he saw that his speedo had vanished. He looked to the door but it was too late, the evil vixen from before waving goodbye to him with a wink as she held up his speedo.
The pup's heart sunk to the bottom of his chest as he realized how hopeless things were. There was no way of getting the speedo, and little chance of making it to the change room without being caught naked. It was worth a shot though, all he could do in the desperate situation. The pup kept waddling around in the water, slowly making his way to the edge of the pool. "Hey boner boy!" one of his classmates hissed, the little badger and her tiger friend laughing as he swam passed them. He tried his best to ignore them, splashing harder so they wouldn't get a chance to see his state under the water.
It was a little skunk girl and otter next, both a little less mean to him. "Hey Wolfy," they said with a grin, the pup realizing the otter had been one of the girls who had rubbed his shaft a little more curiously, "Enjoying your swim?" She had a blush almost as red as Wolfy's as she asked him, the pup nodding to her just for a moment.
"Y-yeah, you guys?" he was burning with anxiety, trying to still hide the fact that his bathing suit was gone.
"Lots of fun!" the skunk girl said with a big grin, the two starting to swim the opposite direction.
"Hope you keep having fun," the otter was still a tad shy around him, "Don't let Mrs. Harrison get you too down."
"Th-thanks" the boy replied with a blush, still making his way slowly to the pool's edge. He was still a short distance away from the ladder leading out of the pool, pressing himself to the smooth tiled edge so no one could get a good view of him. To make it to the ladder her unfortunately had to slowly drag his way there, his cock pressing against the smooth surface of the pool's edge, which only served to edge him towards climax once again. He made sure to slow down his approach as to not drive himself completely over the edge, finally making it to the ladder with a deep sigh of relief. He felt slight hope that he could make it, just needing to time it right so no one would catch him running to the change room.
"Are you alright there Wolfy?" a voice called out, gently enough, but causing the pup to nearly have a heart attack. He looked up to see his teacher looking back down on him, actual concern in her eyes, "Did you need help out?"
He shook his in a frenzied shake as he whimpered out, "N-no, I'm fine!"
The hyena rolled her eyes as she put her arms in the pool, grabbing the boy's sides as he began to kick and squeal, "Wolfy calm down, there's no need to be embarrassed. It's ok to ask for help!" She growled a bit as he kept kicking, having no idea why he was causing such trouble, "Wolfy calm down!"
"I don't need help!" the pup insisted, not realizing that all of his yelling and kicking was causing the entire class's attention to focus on him.
"Relax Wolfy!" she finally snapped as she pulled him up and out of the water, setting him down on the deck. He closed his eyes as he now stood naked in front of his teacher, the entire class erupting into a round of loud laughter. "You are unbelievable young man!" the hyena growled as she fought back the urge to slap the boy.
"You don't understand," Wolfy tried to explain, "M-Maria-"
"Right, pin it on an innocent old lady," the hyena hissed angrily, not bother to listen to any of the pup's excuses, "I really don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm hoping your mother has some sort of clue."
"You're calling her?" the pup whimpered, wincing as the teacher grabbed him by the ear and began pulling him towards the change room.
"You better believe it mister," she said in a growled huff, pulling him along, "You'd better hope your explanation to her is a hell of a lot better than the one you just tried to give me." She brought him into the women's change room as she wasn't allowed in the men's, leaving him standing by the bench as she pointed a finger inches from his face, "Do, not, move, a muscle!" she growled, pausing between each word. He stood there as instructed, even when she left through the doors towards the main desk, the cub whimpering as he was nearly in tears. He was still hard from all the tension, the teasing, the groping, and the sliding along the wall all leaving him inches from cumming.
As he waited for his teacher to return, he looked around the change room, trying to occupy his mind with something less anxious. However within moments, he managed to achieve the exact opposite. On the wall was a sheet with the daily schedule, his class combine in the middle of two other shared events. The first was the senior exercise swim, but the one after left anxiety coursing through the young pup. There marked in purple erasable marker, with cute little flowers and hearts drawn around it where the words 'Little Swimmers'. He realized that it would be for cubs much younger than him, the small little ones likely to enter the change room at any moment. Panic flooded the pup's senses and he struggled to look for something, anything to cover himself up.
It was all too late however, the wolf having just enough time to turn for the door before the room piled in with little cubs, the girls all looking at the boy curiously. The pup tried to cover himself up as he made a little surprised yip, readying himself for a possible quick explanation. He noted the little faces as they all seemed to grow sudden grins, a long round of shrieks and giggles filling the entire change room. Wolfy's paws clung to his little boner as he did his best to cover it, the tightening of his grasp slowly starting to cause additional pressure. He whimpered as the grip started to push him even closer to the edge, the shaft throbbing in his paws as he kept trying his hardest to keep it hidden from all the young cubs. He made his way through the crowd, whimpering as his shaft accidentally brushed against several of the little ones.
Just then, the hyena stormed back in, embarrassed as well as she reached down to grab the troublesome pup. She slid her paws under his arms and quickly hoisted him up, taking him away from the group of youngsters. Unfortunately this tactic didn't have exactly the effect she was hoping for, the young pups stiffy now wiggling in the air as she made her way to the door. The cubs all pointed and laughed, all confused as to what that weird thing on the boy was. The hyena simply let out an uncomfortable growl as she hissed in Wolfy's ear, "I honestly am starting to believe you are cursed."
The boy was soon in the front hall, awaiting his mother's arrival to take him home. He sat there in the room, paws rested in his lap to cover himself up as he waited for his teacher to get his things, the hyena waiting to make sure the men's change room was completely empty. Before she could get in there however, Jessica arrived at the scene, the pink wolf looking at her son with quite the exasperated expression as she approached him. "Wolfy, Wolfy, Wolfy..." she sighed as she moved in to pick him up, grumbling an additional, "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he started to explain, the wolf holding a paw up to silence him as Mrs. Harrison returned, passing the mother Wolfy's bag.
"Save it, you can tell me all about it when we get home," she turned to the hyena, grabbing the bag from her, "Thank you Mrs. Harrison."
"You're welcome Jessica" the hyena replied as she looked down at the wolf pup with a glare like before, the boy nearly shrinking in place from the embarrassment. With Jessica's attention somewhat distracted, her other paw accidentally slid down over his cock, not meaning to, but the grasp just strong enough for the boy to sigh out, squeaking out a long yip as he painted his mother's arm in white.
She glared at the boy with a burning, penetrating stare, the hyena having to try her hardest to hold back laughter. Jessica faced her and stiffened, giving her the best fake smile she could muster, "Well, looks like I have a son to go punish, you enjoy the rest of your day Mrs. Harrison."
"I will" she replied with a little grin, both women looking down at the terrified pup. He let out a sigh as his mother grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the front desk. He was sure to be in quite a heap of trouble, but at least the horrible day was finally at an end.
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Meet Me at the Library by huskyhuskyhusky
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#3 of Meet Me (Public) A stressed out mouse needs to find some relief from her rigorous studies, and a nice horse is more than happy to help her out in the library. Support me on patreon to read more stories like this! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=4606647 Art by the amazing
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"Anal",
"College",
"Creampie",
"Cum",
"Equine",
"Female",
"Fingering",
"Glasses",
"Groping",
"Heterosexual",
"Horse",
"Horsecock",
"Library",
"M/F",
"Male",
"Mouse",
"Nipples",
"Public",
"Stallion"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145835-meet-me-at-the-library
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The sidewalks that wove around the college campus were busy with the bustle of students as they went to and from the different buildings. The time was approaching the afternoon, and many classes were getting out with a decent amount of students heading home for the evening. One student in particular stood out from the rest, mainly because he was a bit taller than most. He was a chestnut colored stallion with small patches of white that adorned his shoulders and down over his arms. He wasn't athletic like many other equine around the campus, he was mainly tall with a lithe build. His last class for the day had just gotten out and he was becoming anxious to get back to his dorm.
He stood outside of the college library, looking from side to side for a particular female mouse that told him to meet her there. It was beginning to get late, and his stomach growled from a few hours of not eating anything. The weight of his backpack was wearing down on his shoulders, making them stiff and hurt. He slid the large bag from his body to have it rest on the sidewalk. A hoofed hand came up and rubbed around his neck as he thought, where was this girl? It was yesterday, he remembered, when she asked him for a favor.
It wasn't much longer before he saw his friend approaching him from a faraway sidewalk. She was much shorter than he was, but then again many were. She held the atmosphere about her of someone that usually got strait A's in all of her classes, someone that would rather have her nose delved into a book rather than out and enjoying herself. The mouse girl was a dark gray in color with a set of glasses that hung on the bridge of her nose. She had short black hair that didn't even reach to her shoulders but bounced with each step she took. She had wide hips for a girl that was pretty thin everywhere else and a rear end that was perfectly round and tone. Her breasts were barely noticeable, even less so from what she was wearing. A thick white sweater adorned her torso with sleeves going down so far that they looked like it wouldn't be difficult for her to hide her small paws inside. From her waist down was a black skirt that hung just below her knees, finally ending in a pair of dress shoes. When the mouse got closer she gave a small wave to the equine, barely offering a smile.
"Hello, Lacey," he said with a warm expression in his voice as he looked at what she was wearing.
"Hi." she responded and stood in front of him.
"Isn't it kinda warm for a sweatshirt?" he teased, trying to make small talk. He couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the girl, even though she wasn't even close to his size. He couldn't help but get the vibe of a business woman or a boss coming from her, as if trying to be friendly or doing anything that wasn't completely professional would get him fired.
"I'm freezing," she said with a sigh and locked him with her gaze. The stallion didn't understand why she was, as it was getting close to the end of the spring semester. Even he was wearing a dark green T-shirt with a pair of tan cargo shorts with a cap resting at the top of his head.
"Oh..." the horse said and cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from hers but hers never turned away. "So...you needed some help studying for Calculus?" he asked and continued to rub at the persistent soreness of his neck.
"In a way, yes. Shall we go inside?" she said and gestured to the front door of the library before she began to walk towards it. The equine followed silently behind, never actually haveing been inside the campus library despite the fact that he had been at this college for three years. Upon entering the two were greeted by a librarian at a desk before the rest of the room opened into several tall book cases with tables and computers spread all around. The mouse didn't say anything at all, she kept her eyes focused forward as she silently lead the horse through the rather large room. The library seemed like it was a massive labyrinth of book shelves and cases with each room leading into another room that looked pretty much the same, and the further the two went the fewer people they began to see.
The mouse finally took a right that lead to a small two person table that had two tall chairs pulled into it. Lacey pulled the bag from her shoulder and tossed it up onto the table as she hopped up into the seat, her eyes fixing back to the horse as he sauntered closer.
"Have a seat," she demanded, gesturing to the chair opposite of her. The equine complied and slid into it without a problem, dropping his own backpack on the floor. He couldn't help but feel that he was in trouble or something, like he was about to be scolded for acting out or not making some sort of quota at a job he didn't even have.
"All right, so what in particular about calculus did you need help with?" he asked and looked her in the eyes and paused mid reach for his bag. She gave him a look that made him feel like an idiot for asking, and he sank a bit in his seat because of it. "You don't need help with calculus, do you?" he asked after a moment of awkward silence.
"Of course not, calculus is easy" she stated in an acidic tone that made the horse feel more uncomfortable.
"Then...why did you ask me to help you study?" he asked almost in a whisper, afraid that he might upset her further. She continued to stare him in the eyes for a much longer time before responding, starting her words with a heavy sigh as her eyes finally looked to the surface of the table.
"For all the years I've been here, I have passed all of my classes with flying colors. Do you know how difficult that is?" she asked, almost in a growling tone that made his ears perk up. "Essentially, I have to study morning, noon, and night every day of the week. I have no time to myself and the stress builds up like a dam. So around the massive amount of studying that I have to do, I have to find a way to relieve stress, otherwise my grades will eventually begin to decline due to anxiety. Understand?" she snapped quickly. The horse only nodded and swallowed hard.
"So then you're just looking for some recreation activities?" he asked. She gave a slight shrug in response.
"I suppose that's one way to put it," she said with another sigh.
"How does this pertain to me though? I don't play any sports and I'm not apart of any clubs," he said a bit defensively.
"Believe me, I've tried doing outdoors stuff. I've even tried playing video games and hanging out with friends, but it never does me any good," she said quickly, and the horse noticed her form had begun to relax a little. It actually surprised the him when he realized that she had friends. "There's really only one way for me to relax. I need to get fucked, and I need to cum," she said blatantly. The horse's eyes shot open rather wide as he wasn't nearly expecting those words to come from her at all. He thought about asking her to repeat herself but he was sure that would have been a bad idea.
"A-and...how does this pertain to me again?" he asked in a bit of a squeaking voice, almost knowing where she was going with this.
"It's simple, Jace, I need you to fuck me until I cum," she explained quickly. The horse began to feel his heart gallop in his chest. He swallowed again and his breathing became a bit deeper. He didn't know what it was, but something about her, how she was speaking, and the scene of the inside of a library were beginning to get blood pumping between his legs. In the depths of his shorts he began to feel his cock begin to stir and lengthen.
"You can't do that yourself?" he asked. She shook her head quickly.
"I've tried fingers, toys of all shapes and sizes, and even porn. It does nothing for me, or even get me the least bit wet. I need to get fucked and I need to get fucked hard." Jace cleared his throat and forced a smile, trying to feign his shock at the moment.
"Uhm, okay. So do you want to go to your place or mine?" he said after a moment, time seeming to be going forward at an incredible rate.
"No," she said curtly "we are going to do it here and now." This took the horse aback and kept him from saying anything for a few more moments. Even though he felt he understood, he couldn't help but ask again.
"Here in the library? But wouldn't we get caught?" he asked and took a look around, realizing that there were so very few others around and the area they were at was pretty secure.
"Not unless you keep talking about it and don't do as I say!" the mouse hissed, irritated that he was dragging this out so much. Any other male would be practically jumping on her at this point. "Now get up and get behind me." she said with the same growling tone as before. Jace straitened his back in his seat and nodded before he slipped out from his spot and moved up behind her, watching her form intently.
"Now what?" he asked curiously, feeling his length in his pants begin to slowly snake its way down the inside of his thigh.
"Hold on," she demanded and reached both of her paws back. She shifted around in her seat as she began to lift up her skirt, and it wasn't too long before the equine realized that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. After she exposed herself, her paws began to viciously attack Jace's shorts, undoing the button clasp and yanking down the zipper with enough force to pull the rest of his shorts down to his ankles. Her paw caught the side of his cock, feeling the girth as it was still soft but still hiding behind a pair of black boxer briefs. "Ooh, that's fantastic," she cooed, the first time the stallion had ever heard her express an emotion from her usually stoic composure.
"Why do we have to be in a library for this?' the horse stammered as he fully realized what he had gotten himself into.
"There are a set of conditions that need to be met before I can cum, and one of them is that I have to get fucked in a public place. The idea of being caught at any time is a major turn on," she hissed quietly as she yanked down the horse's underwear and grabbed a hold of his huge dick with both paws. He gasped loudly and clasped a hand over his mouth while the other one rested on the mouse's shoulder. "There we go. Get nice and hard for me," she whispered and began to gently roll the growing length of soft horsecock in her paws, feeling its heat and leathery thickness in her grasp.
"Grope my tits if you want, do whatever you need to do to get yourself going," she demanded and turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. It was more of a request than it was a suggestion, and the horse was quick to slip his hand down the front of her sweatshirt through under the collar. His fingers grazed against soft fur, eventually finding her small breasts and rather perky nipples as he realized she wasn't even wearing a bra.
"There we go," she cooed again, feeling the stallion's cock begin to get some decent rigidity. She stroked him firmly over and over again as she felt his fingers begin to roll her nipple between them and even give it a few gentle flicks. She felt a familiar, delicious liquid begin to roll down the sides of his cock, instantly recognizing it at his pre cum. "Good good, before too long you'll be fucking my ass," she said in a soft voice nearly on the edge of a moan.
"Wait, in your ass?" he asked nervously. She nodded in response.
"It's another condition, just go with it," her angered tone came back quickly, making Jace stiffen his form. He cleared his throat a little and nodded as he leaned back and looked down over her ass. She was jerking him off surprisingly well for being backwards, but he didn't mind. She had leaned over at this point and her ass was pressed up right against the back of the chair, easily visible from through the thin wooden bars that decorated the piece of furniture. He watched as her tail was hiked up as high it would possibly go, and her cheeks were naturally spread. The view gave way to her gorgeous puckered anus that would wink and relax every once in a while, as if it was begging to get fucked.
Jace was nearly drooling at the sight. He didn't realize it, but her ass was damn near the most perfectly shaped one he had ever seen, and that included the porn that he frequented on his laptop. Her stroking escalated as his cock came to a full stand, the head flaring just a bit as it peaked over the top of the back of the chair, nearly resting on the mouse's shoulder.
"All right, you're ready. Shove that thing up my ass now," she commanded, turning back to look at him as she pulled her paw away and braced herself against the edge of the table. Jace leaned away and looked down at his cock, taking it by the base with both hands he was surprised how well she was able to work him to a full erection.
"What about lube?' he asked innocently, voicing a general concern.
"Forget about lube, damn it! I told you to fuck my ass," she whispered and yelled at the same time, her gaze turning into a glare behind her glasses. The horse nodded and looked back to her ass. In her current position she was in the perfect state with her rear end pushed out and looking as ready as ever. Jace took a couple steps back and aimed his cock down. He was a good fourteen inches long, easily enough to fill the girl's bowels completely. He pressed the head between her cheeks and kissed her tailhole with it, spurting a wad of pre cum against the pink hole.
"Mmmh, I fucking love horsecock," she moaned as Jace began to put some weight behind his member. At first he was sure there was going to be no way that he was going to fit himself inside of such a small hole, but to his amazement her asshole began to spread around the flared head of his cock the more he pushed. Before he knew it an inch had already popped inside of her and even more at a steady rate.
She groaned lowly as she felt her ass begin to get invaded, her paws gripping the table tightly. Jace looked up and around a little as he continued to think about the possibility of getting caught, but he was surprised when he realized that they were in such a good spot. Their backs were against the wall in a corner with the table in front of them. On top of that, Lacey's skirt hung low enough in the front to cover their actions completely.
Jace felt a moan escape his lips as half his cock was pushed inside, her bowels doing very well to accept him. After another minute he found himself hilted, his balls pressing against the wood poles of the chair. His hands rested back on her shoulders for leverage. He shifted himself before he began to pull back, almost completely slipping free and then forcing every last bit back in. The mouse cooed softly and bit her lip, eyes closing as she was practically resting her entire torso on the table.
"God, I feel so full," she moaned and shifted her hips from side to side slightly to grind on the sides of the stallion's cock. He started to move his hips at an appropriate rate, pulling out until he was an inch or so from popping free before forcing it all back in in one stride. He closed his eyes and began to breath heavy with each increasing pump, the tempo getting faster as time went on. He couldn't believe how wet his cock had gotten, it was as if she pre lubed her own asshole before they met up, and the more he thought about it the more likely he thought it was true.
The chair creaked as he began to drive his hips harder against hers, his hands moving from her shoulders to slip down into her sweatshirt again to grope over both of her small breasts. She gasped and groaned out, her front teeth baring down on her lip so much it was close to bleeding. She wanted so badly to cry out and tell him to fuck her harder and without mercy but she knew they would get caught.
She began to lift her ass from the chair and press back each time Jace would push forward, his cock completely filling her bowels to the point that her stomach was bulging with every pump. Pre cum spurted deep inside of her ass making a feeling of warmth begin to spread around inside of her belly. She loved it all, getting fucked so good in her favorite spot, a firm shaft imbedded deep enough in her ass that she could practically taste it in the back of her throat.
One of her hands drifted down under the table to stroke at her pussy, her fingers lifting the front of the skirt from the side and then digging into the thick, course hair that surrounded her cunny. With the rhythmic rutting of the horse's pelvis against her ass she began to drag her fingers against her clit in rapid circles to get a good rush of pleasure to build up. She opened her mouth and moaned out as low as she could before driving two fingers inside, pumping them roughly and feeling the slick walls of her cunt become even wetter.
Jace pinched and twisted her nipples as he began to move faster and harder, feeling himself begin to get a bit carried away with this whole ordeal. He closed his eyes and for a very long time he forgot that they were in a public place. The chair started to rock back and forth with his movement, making a somewhat loud thumping noise. His head lowered down, nearly resting on her shoulder as his long, deep strokes quickly turned into rapid short pumps while most of his shaft stayed inside of her ass. Her fingers dipped in as deep as they would go to her cunny, feeling against her cervix as she began to grind them around inside. In the throws of their fun, the two didn't realize that they were beginning to attract some attention.
"Hello?" came a voice from behind a book case and very nearby. The sudden sound caused both of them to jump at once, Jace pulling his hands up from Lacey's breasts and resting on her shoulders. He stopped his movements and kept himself buried as deep as he could go inside of her ass. Lacey pulled her sopping wet fingers from her pussy with lightning speed and yanked her skirt over her legs, standing perfectly still.
"Don't stop moving," The mouse demanded from the side of her mouth in nearly a whisper, just loud enough for the horse to hear. Jace complied, and his hips continued to move but not near the strength and speed as before. A face appeared from around the corner of the nearby book case, young and feminine. She smiled some as she recognized the horse and stepped out fully into view. She was a cheetah, lithe and about a few inches shorter than Jace. She was wearing about the same outfit as the mouse, a skirt that hung low to her knees but an orange T-shirt that clung to her form.
"Hey, Jace! What are you up to?" she asked cheerfully and stepped closer. The equine's heart began to race faster as she came nearer, no longer from pleasure but fear.
"Oh, you know, just doing some studying," he replied with a weak smile, and as much as he wanted to stop, his hips never ceased their soft and subtle movements.
"Sounds like fun," she said sarcasticly and took a step closer.
"Completely," he exhaled with a gentle sigh as he began to feel an orgasm beginning to make its way through his groin. Was this the incredible thrill that Lacey had talked about before? The rush of nearly getting caught?
"You look awfully tired, what else are you up to?' she asked and tilted her head, looking over the couple with a scrutinizing eye.
"I'm sorry," The mouse suddenly perked up. "But can you eave us alone? We are trying to do some serious studying," she said curtly and gave the feline a harsh look. The cheetah caught the gaze of the other girl and took a step back, not helping to feel a bit intimidated.
"I'll catch up with you later, all right?" Jace said quickly, wanting so badly to pant but knew he had to keep up a decent facade or else be caught. The girl nodded some, put on a smile, and waved goodbye as she turned away and disappeared. As soon as she was gone both of them relaxed with a cumulative sigh, the horse drawing his cock out to press it all the way back in, missing the feeling of a full stroke. The mouse chirped out and glanced back at him, almost glaring.
"You're close, aren't you?" she said, barely even a question. The equine nodded as he began to rut himself faster again, his orgasm coming up much more rapidly and he was soon feeling the sensation of his balls releasing their pent up fluid. "Good, I want you to cum inside me and don't let a single drop escape," she snarled and forced her paw back up the front of her skirt, her fingers driving into her pussy with nearly the same force that he was fucking her with.
Jace bit his own lip hard as his semen rushed up the length of his cock like a fire hose and erupted deep within her bowels. He tried as hard as he could but he couldn't stop himself from groaning out loud though his jaw was locked shut as tight as it would go. With the feeling of the stud's hot cum rushing into the depths of her form the mouse couldn't hold herself back either, and she let out a sharp scream of pure unbridled ecstasy from her tightly held lips. Liquid flooded across her working fingers and splashed on the front of the chair. The clear liquid soaked against the front of her skirt and pooled in a dark spot on the carpet.
The horse closed his eyes and titled his head back, moaning as he continued to buck his hips harder against her ass, as with each movement sent another round of pure pleasure rocketing up his cock and deposited more of his seed into her anal depths. The mouse tensed up as she rode out her orgasm for nearly a full minute, the fur from her fingers and nearly half way up her forearm was drenched. With strict posture her asshole clenched around the equine's cock, making it a perfect seal to keep all of his hot fluid from leaking out. The warmth began to spread through her insides like a shot of strong liquor.
Ropes and globs of cum made their way from the tip of his throbbing shaft and stopped after nearly a whole minute, his hips staying firm against hers. They stayed locked together for a much longer time after that, panting hard and trying to catch their breath after such an incredible experience. It wasn't long before Jace felt the pleasure subsiding and with it his cock began to deflate. As hard as he tried he wanted to keep it in, but before he knew it his limp cock popped from her and left a wide and gaping hole that spewed a gush of his cum onto the floor.
She didn't say anything for the longest time, only keeping her chest pressed to the table and groaning softly with each passing breath. The horse looked her over some more and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge.
"You all right?" he said with a chuckle, unable to help but feel a strong ping of pride that he was able to make a girl like her so out of breath.
"Get out of here," she said suddenly after inhaling, a deep and angry sort of command. Jace felt himself droop a bit, and for the first time of the experience he felt rather used. He didn't say another word, instead he leaned down to slide his underwear and shorts back over his cum covered shaft. As he fastened them he gingerly stepped out from behind her and looked her over a little more. He frowned as he saw her eyes closed, glasses crooked on the bridge of her nose. She was still panting with her mouth open, gentle moans softly escaping with each exhale.
"Anything I can do for you?" he ventured to ask, feeling as if he had done something wrong. Her face instantly turned into a scowl, as if his words were actually painful, but she didn't open her eyes.
"I said leave!" she growled under her breath. Jace didn't say anything else, instead he picked his bag up from where he left it and began to walk away. He was about to round the same corner that his friend had once come from, but before he did he glanced over his shoulder at the mouse.
She still hadn't moved, her face relaxing once again to something of content before he had tried talking to her. He paused for a moment longer, thinking that he should thank her, but figured it would only get him more harsh words. He gave a shrug to himself, turned back to his front, and began his way of walking through the library towards the exit. He left the mouse there, contained in her little bubble of bliss, uninterupted.
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Meet Me in the Locker Room by huskyhuskyhusky
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Evening was fast approaching and the day had warn on for quite some time for a particular group of track runners. The late time had assured that no one else was occupying campus grounds as classes had pretty much ended an hour ago for the day. The entire track and field was pretty much theirs, two
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"Advertisement",
"Anal",
"Buck",
"Creampie",
"Cum",
"Deer",
"Double-Penetration",
"Gangbang",
"Gay",
"Girly",
"Goat",
"Locker Room",
"M/M/M/M",
"Musk",
"Oral",
"Patreon",
"Preview",
"Sex",
"Swallowing",
"Tiger",
"White Tiger"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148115-meet-me-in-the-locker-room
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Evening was fast approaching and the day had warn on for quite some time for a particular group of track runners. The late time had assured that no one else was occupying campus grounds as classes had pretty much ended an hour ago for the day. The entire track and field was pretty much theirs, two tigers and a buck that had decided to stay to practice and socialize as the sun sank lower in the distance.
Warm spring air had begun to take over the region and everyone was feeling the good vibes that it brought. No longer were athletes confined to stay inside, and now that fresh grass was sprouting there was no better place than to be out enjoying the warm air. No snow left to be seen and hardly a cloud in the sky, the heavens were beginning to turn pink and yellow by the time the trio had begun to walk off the track. Having finished a 3200 meter work out on top of their normal training, they had stopped to sit on a couple benches near the far bleachers.
They continued to talk and drink from their water bottles, more minutes passing by. They were all wearing very sweaty clothes, each one having a bright green tank top and dark red shorts, though visibly darker due to their hard efforts for the day. As the two tigers conversed the buck pulled his cellphone from his bag and started to click through a few messages that he had received while he had been busy. A smirk played across his mouth as he read one in particular.
"Hey guys, need to unwind for a bit?" he asked and glanced back at the big cats. They paused in their talking to look at their friend and then gave a collective shrug. While the felines shared some common looks like siblings might, they certainly weren't related. Besides a few differences, the most glaring of all was that one was a cream colored Bengal tiger while the other was a plain orange Siberian.
"Aren't we unwinding right now?" The white feline asked and quirked an eyebrow. His name was Ralph and while he was the shorter of the two big cats he was easily the fastest of the three of them.
"Trust me, there's a much better way to go about unwinding. Follow me," the buck said and hopped up from the bench while gathering his things up into his duffle. The tigers shared a confused look but were quick to follow with Ralph trotting up first behind their friend. The orange tiger was pretty muscular and was almost as tall as the buck. His name was Joshua, and he was the one that ironically had the most peaceful disposition of their group. He wasn't really one to find conflict and was hardly ever a leader of any activity.
The buck crossed the field as his destination was set over on the other side, a large building that housed the weight room for the entire campus. It was also the building that housed most of the recreational gyms and equipment. They passed along the building's side, the buck's hand reaching out to drag along the rough brick surface. Eventually they rounded the corner of the building and just beyond the threshold was a door propped open by a small stick just enough that it wouldn't close all the way.
Vince, as he was known, grinned and glanced back at his comrades. "Get ready, boys, we're about to have a lot of fun." He was an obvious leader type, more than happy to take the reigns of any situation and steer it towards what he'd want. He was very charismatic, and being well built, handsome, and naturally well endowed, he was very popular around the college dorms. It was something that he certainly wasn't oblivious to.
He stepped up to the door and nudged it open before peering inside. Rows upon rows of lockers expanded into the huge room, each one having a lock on it. Beyond them was a large communal shower, but not a single sound stirred from within. Vince shoved the door open confidently and meandered in, the two cats weren't so eager to go blindly where they weren't familiar.
"The locker room?" Ralph asked and nudged past the other car. The lights were on, which was strange as they were on a motion detector and the place was an absolute ghost town this late in the evening.
"Keeg?" Vince called out and began to go down the line of lockers, looking down each as he went along.
"Who the hell is Keeg?" Joshua asked as he came in as well and let the door close behind him. Little did anyone quite realize, a thin girly form had hidden itself away behind the door's shadow. Not until it was closed did the body move and advance on the orange tiger from behind. Completely unsuspecting, as soon as the pair of small fuzzy hands nabbed his striped tail he let out a yowling roar and spun around in the blink of an eye.
He was ready to attack who ever it was, claws bared and sharp teeth showing, but the image of a feminine goat boy halted his actions instantly. He was frozen mid poise, his paws up like a feral pouncing on its prey. Oddly enough the new comer didn't flinch in the slightest, instead he let out a giggle and crossed his small arms over his body. This was Keeg, obviously. A surprisingly adventurous and not at all shy student that was attending the college. He was thin and short, his hips wide, and he had quite a few curves. If viewed from the back there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he could pull off looking like a girl.
"Keeg!" The buck laughed as he came trotting back to where everyone had converged. Ralph was craning to have a look at the young fellow and he couldn't help but blush as he found this goat to be exceptionally cute. He had two nubs on the top of his head for horns and short golden hair that was long enough to get in front of his eyes, obscuring his vision. He brought a hand up and parted the front of his bangs to show two big brown eyes that stared with wonderment.
"Hey, daddy!" the goat called out with a very soft spoken voice, like honey to the ears. The tigers had the same reaction: a quirked eyebrow and a glance shared between them.
Read the rest of the story here: [https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-room-8198814](https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-room-8198814)
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The Greys Chapter 18: Sundays by hyenafur
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#19 of The Greys - Sundays were usually skeleton staff days at the ZPD. Most of the officers took the day off, so the only staff there were the part-timers, reservists who would show up every weekend or when the police were short staffed. Judy was half expecting Tim Church to not be there, but crime
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[
"Bunny",
"Fanfiction",
"Judy Hopps",
"Mouse",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148661-the-greys-chapter-18-sundays
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Sundays were usually skeleton staff days at the ZPD. Most of the officers took the day off, so the only staff there were the part-timers, reservists who would show up every weekend or when the police were short staffed. Judy was half expecting Tim Church to not be there, but crime never seemed to take a vacation.
Tim was a mouse. Like all mice, he was tiny, very tiny. Each time he went to the ZPD was like he was in a Kaiju movie, a genre of film that had actually started to become popular in Little Rodentia after Officer Hopps and Duke Weaselton's chase through the city within a city. Most of his day was spent scurrying to his office, avoiding the larger mammals who could easily crush him, so by the time he got to his office, he was panting and ready to get home. Unlike the rest of the ZPD, though, he hadn't gone through basic training. He was actually a contractor, an artist that the police paid to sketch criminals when they didn't have any photographic evidence, which usually meant he had a lot of down time to work on his own projects. At home. Where he was safe.
Tim was just about to finish his thimble of coffee when Officer Hopps wandered up to his desk. "Hey Tim," the bunny woman said as she looked down at the tiny mouse, "I need your help."
"Oh," he squeaked, "Have a perp?"
"Something like that. I have a perp that we don't have any photos of, but just a description," she replied. Tim just nodded as he pushed himself from his tiny desk, moving over to grab an equally tiny pencil before walking over to a normal sized drawing tablet, "Just tell me what he looks like."
If Leonardo was a master, Tim was a god. The mouse was quick, darting over the page as he dragged the pencil around, sketching every detail Judy mentioned as she tried to perfectly describe her enemy turned friend, Gideon Grey. By the time she uttered the last word, Tim was done with the rough sketch and had quickly moved to shading. The whole ordeal took ten minutes, mostly Judy correcting him here and there on his look until the sketch was the spitting image of Gideon.
"This him," the diminutive mammal asked as he looked up at the bunny. It was spot on. "Yep, that's the guy," Judy said as she leaned over the Mouse.
"I'll send it down to records," he started to say, but Judy shook her head, "No. It's fine. I can do that."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Suit yourself," Time said as he slid off the pad.
Judy grabbed the bottom of the page and tore it from the sketch pad. "Thanks, Tim," she called back as she bounded away.
The mouse just smiled, "Thanks, Judy." He really was thankful, though. He rarely got to use his talents since everyone had smart phones. The mouse looked down at his watch, "Well, time to head home."
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A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (4) by Patcher
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#4 of A Stranger in Suburbia A mystery deepens... - **[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145603) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146359)** **Search through the drawers and the MYSTERIOUS BOX for more clues.** You
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[
"Corgi-weasel",
"Interactive story",
"Prologue",
"Strangeness"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145857-a-stranger-in-suburbia-an-interactive-story-prologue-4
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**[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145603) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146359)**
**Search through the drawers and the MYSTERIOUS BOX for more clues.**
You walk over to the writing desk and ponder which drawer to open first. Pragmatism encourages you to open both simultaneously, and finding no reason not to do so, you do so.
In one drawer, you find a **small leather-bound tome** attached to a thick silver-and-copper chain. In the other, you find a **thin gnarled wooden stick** and an **onyx feather quill** , both seven inches long. A quick glance through the tome reveals that it is devoid of all writing.
*Spatial Awareness skill is increasing...*
You then endeavour to open the **MYSTERIOUS BOX.** Unfortunately, it is tightly sealed with transparent tape. In fact, the amount of transparent tape involved is staggering. You quietly wonder why anybody would go through all that hard work to seal a **MYSTERIOUS BOX,** before it dawns on you that this is probably part of its **MYSTERIOUS** quality. That, or somebody's trolling you.
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**HOW TO PLAY**
Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown Corgi-weasel protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions.
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Field Test by The Brain of Lazarus
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#1 of Unto Gehennalis Whew! Boy it's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I finally found the momentum to write again and have started to get ideas which work for what I'm trying to do. I've been writing random ideas, exploring themes, and trying to find something that sticks for a long time, but I think
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[
"Fox",
"M/F",
"M/F/F",
"Mild Violence",
"Oral",
"Vaginal",
"Vulpine",
"Wolf",
"Wolfess"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144403-field-test
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It was Field Test day.
All of Facility Nineteen's best were out. An assortment of shut ins, division leads pushing long shifts, grunts, Caretakers, engineers, and no doubt the top directors.
For some, it was a day of breathtaking pride and immense honor. For others, it was an anxiety inducing panic storm. Your best works were put on display. Every effort of every minute for the past eighteen months laid bare for most of the Facility to see. Failure meant a setback. Failure meant scorn. Failure was not an option.
Surrounded by towering concrete walls, the gathering all met in a square field of dirt. It was maintained only enough for an undisturbed Field Test, but beyond that, designed with practical means only. The staff were seated behind protective bullet-proof fixtures, whereas subjects prepared for testing were lined together in the actual field, eagerly awaiting their opportunity for whatever challenge lay ahead.
Lanz Anda stood next to his pride and glory, routinely biting his finger to distract from the frightened thud of his heartbeat. His heavy compliance-collar felt tighter than usual, as he couldn't help but adjust it every other minute.
The cream-colored fox was hardly dressed for the occasion too, having slapped on his best operator robes and an unimpressive pair of pants and shirt. He stood on one side of the Field, where most of his other veteran division staff remained as well, all uniformly packed together with their own tried-and-tested Wolf Sisters. All glorious, all sharply attired, all watching him with nothing but judgment.
Well, the bio-engineers at least. The Sisters had difficulty containing themselves. Large figures of raw power, standing at least double the height of most in their ranks, a different shade of fur for each one. They fidgeted, tail wagged, grinned, and looked ready to burst into howl.
Not because of Lanz, oh no. It was fox's work which they eyed with ferocious excitement. Unit K4. KAR-EN. Lanz's pride.
She was tall, unproven youth. Much like the Sisters, a massive creature, eight feet of vicious strength. Her fur a deep shade of pitch grey, marked with scars of previous tests. Long, oil-black hair hung over her shoulders, while violent green eyes scorned the Field with unimpressed scrutiny. Her attire, feeble black top and standard-grade sport shorts did very little to contain the immensity of her shape. A womanly shape cloaked with strength.
A wolf.
Lanz was her Caretaker. Responsible for every ounce of her training, upkeep, and well-being. Her success - or failure - today would determine the fate of not only the pair, but the bio-division itself. So, naturally, the Sisters were in a silent uproar, so eager to see their fellow girl prove herself. As for everyone else, well, all eyes lingered on Lanz, causing the fox a storm of fear within himself.
On the opposite side of the Field stood the tech-division. They were here with the latest in industrial military machines. Hunter killers, unmanned walkers, thinking robotics. Remorseless, near-perfect killers. K4 had to prove them wrong.
A figure from the left rushed over to Lanz, one of the staff conducting the demonstration.
"Mr. Anda, it's time!"
The vulpine shuddered. He turned briefly to KAREN. "W-wait here," he muttered. Though the wolf did not seem to hear, eyes locked on the standing machines opposite of her.
The Field Test had each of their project leads meet in the center. It was customary to show respect, or so the policies of Facility Nineteen claimed.
Lanz was meeting Kristine. As she approached with her own staff, some anxiety gave way to fury. When they arrived in the center of the dirt field, she smirked at him in mocking fashion. Navy dress, clipboard in arm, confident and powerful stride.
"Couldn't be bothered to dress like you have standards, eh Andy?"
The albino mousette looked him over with her blood-red eyes, snickering. "I know you work with mutts all day, but you\_do\_ remember we're supposed to be professionals?"
Lanz growled. "Some of us have real work to do," he shot back.
"Hah!" she squeaked. "That sorry mess of barbarians over there? I think not, Andy boy. My walker is going to reduce your little animal to pulp."
In truth, part of Lanz was frightened she was right. But here was not the place for it. He had to believe in his work, in K4.
"You sound awfully confident," he grunted. "And what happens when my 'animal' tears your precious machine apart?"
Kristine clearly had to hold back a laugh. "Nngh. Ha. It will\_never happen.\_ I'd bet my whole career on it."
The fox found himself bristling. She had done nothing but mock him the entirety of his project's lifespan. "You wanna' wager then?"
An eye roll. "Gambling is suited to little soldiers, Andy boy. But fine, I'll humor you. If I win, you leave. You put in a word to have your whole division terminated. All those 'things' go to the chopping block."
It was here Lanz felt himself snarl. It was one thing to go after him, but his fellow staff, the Sisters?
"I'd rather die," he spat out. "Shove it, Kristine."
Kristine smirked, letting off a mocking chuckle. "Suit yourself." She looked to one Field staff. "I think we're done here."
After the short "conversation," the staff went over a brief set of rules for both divisions. One side sent out their project of choice. Those projects would engage in combat and render the other inoperable, by any means necessary. The project left standing was claimed victor, and the one's responsible were hailed in victory while the loser suffered a variety of reprimands.
Lanz barely heard most of it. He knew the rules. He watched his foe until the staff finished, and each engineer returned to their station on opposing sides of the field.
The cream-furred fox looked to KAREN with renewed vigor and ambition. Eyes poured over every inch of her figure once more, attempting to find some last-minute flaw which would assure victory. But there were none, and there was nothing he could do. He knew this. The only thing left was to test his work against that who mocked him, hope for the best.
When he stood next to KAREN, he smiled nervously at her. "A-are you ready?"
He could not tell if K4 shared his same concerns and fears. He did not know if she could comprehend what loss here meant.
The massive wolf looked down at him. Her muzzled peeled into a terrifying sneer. "Kill all resistance."
A brutal, sharp reply.
He nodded. *You must,* he thought.*Or all this was for naught.*
Ears flicked as a crackling voice caught the vulpine's attention: "We are preparing the first Field Test trial! Projects K4 and WU-9 report immediately!"
Without a moment's hesitation, KAREN stepped forward, sauntering proudly as her fellow Sisters let out a raucous of barks and woofs. No one bothered to shush them.
Lanz watched her proudly. They were one, a team, and her success or failure was every bit his own. He only hoped he had done as much as he could for her as a Caretaker.
On the other side, he could barely make out Kristine and her teammates huddle together, as one of the massive machines began to shift. A moment passed, and soon a herculean walker began to move forward, a two-legged gun-mounted hunter killer. They were slick, black plated war-drones, capable of autonomous decision making, every inched armed with some measure of projectile weapon.
For some, it seemed entirely unfair to pit a beast against a gun. But anyone who ever watched a Sister fight would realize how wrong such an assessment was.
Like Lanz and Kristine, the opponents "met" in the center of the Field. One a beeping, chirring mass of metal and death, the other an engineered perfect fighter.
The crackling voice chimed in again. "All staff, please report to the safety displays!"
Adjusting his heavy compliance-collar again, Lanz reluctantly made his way behind the bullet-proof display available for all observers. While some asserted it was to prevent wayward shots striking bystanders, the more experienced would confirm it was to block all the gore.
The fox hoped this wasn't true.
When every member, Caretaker, and engineer were seated behind a broad display of glass, only KAREN and WU-9 remained.
*\-\*-*
K4 sniffed the air, thirsty for blood. Sadly, only the cool hum of electric pulses emanated from her prey, the tall walking machine everyone called "WU-9" as lifeless as it was silent. It had no heartbeat, no flesh, and worst of all, no voice to scream. Did it even feel fear?
She studied it with contempt, body bristling, clawed feet digging into the ground. This was the thing which mocked her. Her Sisters. All the little tinker men and their toys thought they were better than her. Better than her home. Better than her Caretaker!
A voice-with-no-body trickled over the Field. "Projects may now commence combat!"
KAREN growled. This meant she could fight now!
Her body tensed. Muscle ruptured with energy as she prepared to lunge, eyeing the legs of her foe first. What good was a machine if it couldn't move?
But, before the wolfess had her chance, WU-9 sprang to life. It let out a series of incomprehensible words and electronic garble, its head now shimmering with electric red light.
"Target designation found: elimination protocol six engaged."
KAREN's ears perked in alarm as two cylinder barrels appeared from underneath the walker's chassis. They spun like a loud drill, and it didn't take much thought to realize what they planned to do.
Gun, shoot, dead.
Responding, K4 took her left hand and made a quick sweeping motion across the ground. Her biceps bulged as claws tore through the hard dirt like soft flesh, spewing up a cloud of dirty dust. A few seconds later the ugly, piercing sound of relentless shots rattled the air, a rain of hot bullets digging through the cloud the wolfess created.
The dirt cloud did as she hoped, K4 dashing to the side, the bullets incinerating the spot where she had stood. But the shots did not follow her movements, obscured by the veil of particles, giving her a little time to advance.
Seizing the opportunity, she sped forward, ready to make a mad dash for one of the machine's legs. But, it responded once it realized K4 was no longer in the cloud of debris. The WU-9's head rotated, though not as quickly as the wolfess thought it might.
The buzz of hot death sent another hail of bullets her way, though she managed to stay just ahead of the shots, speeding around the machine, hungry for an opening. The WU-9 attempted to compensate by marching toward her, looking for a way to lead the wolf into a killing shot.
But she was too fast. Perhaps faster than anyone had expected.
And it was all KAREN needed. She knew how the loud guns worked. Dangerous at a distance, but they could not fire forever. It was only a matter of. . .
*Click click click!*
"GOOOT YOUUU!"
After escaping its hell-storm of bullets the walker had run out of ammunition, or temporarily. But it was all the wolf required. It let out a series of audible beeps, perhaps indicating its lack of firing capability. Or maybe it was giving up?
KAREN sped towards it, letting out an enraged howl. Her thick legs heaved against the ground, levying all her might as she dove into WU-9's "knee". A swipe of her arm and claw met wire and metal.
Where some likely expected resistance, KAREN powered through. A loud, groaning wrench of sheared steel bombarded the Field walls, as the wolfess drove all her momentum through the joint of the walker, pulling apart its hydraulics and connectors. Just like snapping the limb of some large animal.
"RRRAAGH!"
Her arms rippled as clawed hangs gripped and yanked with animalistic force, pulling free a handful of hydraulic tubing, wire, and fragmented metal. Black liquid gurgled and spat freely from the point of contact, the WU-9 stumbling about as KAREN's arm became sodden with its liquid substance.
A panicked series of beeps and whirrs escaped the machine, as it abruptly hobbled backward, jettisoning away with equipped boosters. K4 gave a feral snarl, tossing aside the broken parts, savoring the panic of this supposed "superior" machine.
"Critical proximity damage detected, deploying countermeasures."
The WU-9 attempted to stand, but was at a clumsy tilt. It could no longer aim at any practical sense. Now was the time to end it.
Its shimmering black head began to open a series of ports. As the wolfess began to run towards the walker, she could barely make out the ports were prepping a volley of missiles. But she refused to let the noisy toy do anything more.
She sped toward the hulking thing and leapt upon its head. The WU-9 signaled another series of alerts, but it no longer mattered.
"KILL ALL RESISTANCE!" she roared. On top of the sleek, black machine head, she drove her hands into the center.
It mattered little that the walker was comprised of steel. Her flesh would not yield. Her bones did not crack. Instead, her entire body wrenched and flexed as clawed digits peeled apart the automaton's skull, revealing a nuanced layer of circuits motherboards, processing units, and its processing core.
Fancy toymakers and their silly trinkets.
Mercilessly she threw aside the sheets of protective metal and proceeded to tear out anything her hands could grip. A barrage of hideous steel screeches, popping fires, and crackling electricity deafened the Field. Parts and bolts came flying from where K4 tore away, the walker stumbling and swaying rapidly from the sustained attack. Wayward missiles launched in error while garbled electric screeches echoed from its breaking husk.
The wolfess gave a final blow. She jumped from the helm and tore off the WU-9's injured leg. With all her might, she swung the bulk of metal into the whining drone, a violent 'thud' booming upon contact.
It fell.
As quickly as the fight had begun, it was already over.
Fire began to churn and emerge from the broken walker. The wayward missiles burst violently in the air.
K4 had won. Her chest heaved with gulps of air, her body matted with stains of scorch and oil, her strained attire torn and almost buckling.
Perhaps in disbelief, a long pause settled over the Field. In what felt like an eternity, the announcer voice finally snapped through the quiet.
". . .the Field Test has concluded! Project K4 representing the bio-division has emerged as the victor!"
Even through the protective displays, a raucous of excited woofs and howls was audible.
\-\*-
Day faded to evening. The entire bio-division was left to celebrate. While there were some proceeding trials for other facility projects, none could deny it was KAREN's performance which stole the show. Her Wolf Sisters applauded her with hugs, licks, and howls, welcoming her as a new member of their pack, another tested and proven vessel.
While Caretakers, engineers, and scientists went to enjoy their victory in one way, the Wolf Sisters had simpler pleasures in mind. Carefully groomed killers aside, there was one vice they couldn't deny: alcohol.
When not monitored by their Caretakers, the wolfs were free to roam throughout their division area. It contained a series of amenities: personal rooms, bathing area, track, weight rooms, casual commons, media sector, library, and their favorite, a tavern.
Since each PROJECT was an immense figure of womanly shape and powerful physique, they were often able to drink their weight in brew. What started has a Caretaker offering one of the first Sisters a cold beer evolved into full-fledged drinking nights.
The tavern itself was a calmly lit space of wood tables and standard barkeep. The low ambiance of soft jazz or rock lingered in the air, only because loud metal had to be forbidden. Flat screens lined room corners, though it was mostly old movies or bits of world news only approved through Facility Nineteen's checks.
K4 was currently at table with a group of casually attired Sisters huddled around her, soaked in an assortment of collected neon-signs from donations and previous Caretaker purchases. The dark-grey wolfess was positively beaming, tail shifting here and there as she absorbed praise from her equally strong - though veteran - pack mates.
"I thought the big thing would piss itself after what she did!" one of the Sisters bellowed.
"Using the dirt for cover? Ingenious for a field pup!" another chimed.
"Wish I saw the face of those nasty toy makers when she got through with it!" a third laughed.
Despite her breeding, tutoring, and design, KAREN felt herself flush. Some of these Sisters were seasons beyond her. Some had seen active combat. Others were from the original Facility Two pre-shutdown.
And then there was. . .
A frothy mug came splashing down on the table. A synthflesh hand gripped the condensed glass, pushing it toward K4. A veteran wolfess peered down at K4, and the rest of the Sisters hushed a moment.
Pack Leader TIGA.
Faded blonde fur splashed with cream at the waist, one arm a bio-mechanical replacement of enhanced synthflesh, and more operations than the entire wolf pack combined. Her body was a rugged assortment of muscle, experiments, and tech implants.
Even K4 looked down demurely, the rest watching for approval.
"Congratulations, pup." TIGA smiled toothily.
"You're one of us now."
The Sisters wagged and yipped happily. K4 wasted little time, snagging the cold mug and downing the brew. She never had beer before, and the taste was strong and bitter. It burned on the way down, but she did not yield. It stung like the blood of prey.
She sat the mug down and rasped a satisfied "ahhh."
"Girl can hold her drink," TIGA added. "You might have competition, LIN."
The Sister "LIN," wolfess of light wheat-blonde fur, flushed and laughed.
"Over my carcass this one can outdrink me!" she shot back.
Casual chuckles rumbled throughout, though TIGA still maintained a serious aura. There was more to this than just a swig of beer.
"You know what this means, don't you K4?" the Pack Leader offered. KAREN wasn't sure.
"Caretaker is happy? And Sisters are left alone?" She felt a little flustered at her own uncertainty.
"It means you're coming with us!" one of the pack mates exclaimed happily. This only further confused KAREN.
"What she means," TIGA cut in, "Is that now our division has proven its worth. Today's Field Test was more than a combat test."
The commanding wolf propped her elbows upon table, leaning in. Her crisp, gold eyes focused on K4 with hopeful intent.
"We work for the world of fighting, pup. And, before you, the tinkerers promised they would have the best weapon. The perfect weapon. It was to replace us. But now. . ."
TIGA grinned. "You changed that. So, you're coming with us to New Antares. It is where the world needs us, because it is too weak to fight its own battles."
KAREN's ears perked, though she remained uncertain. "Rrr. . . New Antares?"
"Big city!" one of the excited Sisters yelled. "Only for the best!"
"Best beer money can buy, you mean," the wolf called LIN added. The pack yapped their humored approval.
KAREN smiled, taking another draft of beer, or what remained. Now she was beginning to see the bigger picture. A place where small men in small suits talked small words? Yes, this sounded familiar. The same kind who always hassled her Caretaker, the kind that decided if the Sisters would go or stay.
"What's in the city?" she asked.
TIGA paused a moment before answering, gold eyes looking past K4. Then.
"Words. Lights. People. Tall buildings of metal and electric pictures. It's where our Caretakers handle business. First, we go to New Antares, and then we go to the world. We solve their problems, we break their armies, destroy their machines. Small people have power for a while, and then, they need us once more."
"But you must ready yourself, K4," continued TIGA. "It is not this place." A calm gesture to the tavern and surrounding Sisters.
"It is the world. It's death. Your success or failure strengthens us, or weakens us, just like we for you. You will be tested with your Pack Mates. Everything you ever learned will be questioned and challenged. Are you ready for that?"
The lightness of the mood evaporated, at least for a moment. The words came crashing upon the dark-grey wolf like an avalanche of rocks. The real world. With real people and real blood and real bullets. No more simulations or tests.
KAREN looked down, not replying immediately. She thought. And she remembered. What did Caretaker always say?
*Remember who you are. Remember your name. All things break upon you. You are the shield and the sword.*
*Remember your name. Whenever you are with doubt, say it.*
Say it.
"Kill all resistance."
TIGA's head tilted. "What was that, pup?"
K4 lifted her head. This time, with more firmness. "*Kill all resistance.* It is who I am. Let the world resist me."
The Pack Leader chuckled, sitting back. "I take it that means you can handle it."
Relieved, celebratory growls of approval filled the air. The pack fetched more drinks and, in unison took another long, slow draft. Even TIGA, not one to partake, nursed her own mug for a while.
\-\*-
As hours drizzled by, KAREN felt herself more relaxed than ever. She never had alcohol before, but a gentle buzz settled throughout her form. Mostly she used to always training, moving, pushing herself to be stronger. Yet now all was slow and methodical.
The evening was filled with happy voices and pleasant barks from her Sisters. The lazy ambiance of music lulled over her. She was even having conversations with her Sisters, though there was not much for her to say. All the others were so experienced. Proven veterans. She hoped to be like them one day.
When the time lingered near ten, LIN came to prop next to her. They were at the keep's table, a reddish furred bartender SASHA keeping K4 supplied with a steady stream of drink. Large fatigues-covered rear flattened against the stool, whilst the visiting wolfess gave her new Pack Mate a hazy once over.
"Soooo, we don't usually ask, but your Caretaker. . ."
K4's ear perked. "He is good. Always cares for me." LIN responded with a sloppy chuckle, hand waving.
"I know I know, he should be. My Zya has been keeping up with me for a decade, poor old gal. I'm suuuuch a handful."
KAREN sensed LIN was far looser than before. She had been strutting about with a soldier's vest and black sleeveless top. Now the vest was gone and her infantry cap was tilted.
"But y'know, you've communed with him, riiiight?" LIN's expression was one of mischief. K4, however was nonplussed
"Rrr. . . communed?"
The barkeep broke in. "Oh LIN, come off it. That's between those two. Just because old lady Zya was too busy with her 'studies' doesn't mean you have to butt in."
"Hey, hey, let them be the ones to judge my butt," she shot back with a sneer. Again though, focus returned to K4.
"You know, commune. Most Sisters bond with their Caretaker."
K4 blinked. "We have bonded."
"Honey, she means if you've ever seen your Caretaker's cock," SASHA broke in, rubbing down a spill on the end of her table.
A small alarm went off in KAREN's head. "Wh-what? Why would. . . no! Or, once, but. . ."
She trailed. The wolfess wasn't sure where this conversation was going. Until she thought about it again. Her Caretaker, the cream-colored vulpine, without cloth. Certainly, her wolfish senses were curious. But never did she think anything more than that.
Well, aside from a few nights.
Despite her stature and intimidating physique, the felt herself blush. "Why are you asking?"
LIN was nursing a foamy mug of beer. She sipped and sneered. "You haven't done it with him, have you? Oh Kaykay, you goootta. On your night of victory? Nothing's sweeter than maiming your enemies than a good hot fuck after that."
KAREN's eyes widened. Her venomous green eyes darted about, uncertain. The words were so bitey and vulgar too. Swearing was not permissible around the Caretakers, not during active training.
The thought felt so uncouth and irregular. Instinct gave her an idea about what LIN meant. Sometimes she dreamed of herself and the young fox pressed together, but those were just dreams, right? Silly dreams from a silly wolf.
"Er, I. . ."
KAREN could tear the leg off an oversized walking gun, and yet this thought caused a strange fluttering within her. Perhaps it was just the drink.
*It might be nice to see the Caretaker without clothes*, a small part of her thought.
LIN smacked her hand down on the bar. "That settles it!" she exclaimed.
"You might not get a chance like this in a looong time, Kaykay. New Antares is so uptight your cunt will vanish!"
Hopping from seat, the intoxicated LIN adjusted her fatigues, straightened her hat, and tossed her chest with hands.
"C'moooon. I'll help."
A scoff from the barkeep, SASHA rolling her eyes. "Of course she will. Hon, don't let this wind-up toy make you do anything, she's a real pushover."
Warning aside, there was no bitterness in the keep's voice. In a way, K4 felt small tinges of encouragement. And the thought certainly was exciting. It was so primal, so animal. So. . . wolf.
After a pause, KAREN stood. LIN offered a victorious grin, but said nothing. They didn't need words now.
\-\*-
It might as well have been a metaphorical masturbatory session.
The Bio-Division commons was in an uproar of congratulations and compliments. Lanz probably had his paw-hand shaken vigorously at least sixteen times now. Every breed and every face was stretched with laugher and smiles. The cream-furred fox had never, not in all his years, seen them so happy.
It was not necessarily a bad thing. Ever since the proposed New Antares contracts, both Bio and Tech divisions were hard pressed to come out on top. Facility Nineteen looked poorly on failures, and the Bio sector was already under more pressure to deliver on genetically engineered field soldiers.
Coupled with Dr. Kristine Osken's fostering of contempt between both departments, a lot of bad feelings were stirred up.
But the weight was gone. The dark cloud of failure dissipated. Some were so happy they almost cried.
For Lanz, he was still in disbelief. He couldn't believe the results of the Field Test when K4 tore the walker unit limb from limb. He couldn't believe it now. But reality was far kinder than belief, and his wolf had outperformed expectations on nearly every level.
This saturated the commons. Vitsker brought out his finest hidden stash of liquors. Vran, the old guard known for being a hermit, came out for congratulations. Some of the new scrubs literally set their assignment paperwork on fire, though before receiving a swift verbal reprimand. The quiet, callous Zennet even cracked a smirk.
For once in over eighteen months, everyone partied like a drunk, happy animal. Even Lanz barely felt his compliance collar, even for just a while.
But for him, it was just a veil.
He stayed with his division for a good while. Chatted and discussed the finer points of K4's construction methods, regiment, grooming patterns, all the little details they could get their hands on. But when there was space, a moment between talks, a pause before a drink, he felt the onerous grip of metal and plastic throttle him.
He said it to no one. But a part of him was happier for a far greater reason than the Bio division reaping success. New Antares bore opportunity. But it also promised something else, if he was careful.
*Freedom.*
Every night he fantasized about it. The grand escape, the courage to run, the brave rescue of K4 as they hijacked a vehicle and fled towards the horizon. But it was always a fantasy.
So even as all the noise, banter, and smiles consumed him, for Lanz, it was a smokescreen. All the engineers, scientist, and scrubs used this night to forget. No one wanted a reminder of the ugly circlet which gripped their necks like a master's hand.
Something in New Antares would hold the answer, he could feel it. But for the commons, he played the fool, and soaked in some of the glory, if only for a while.
When the hour started to linger near eleven, Lanz started to say his farewells. He was met with some resistance, as more drinks and music crept through the commons, but aside from the smooth white walls and hologram images of random cities, there wasn't much value in staying.
His mind was too preoccupied, anyway.
Desiring a change and shower, the cream-furred vulpine exited from the boisterous and headed towards his chambers. It was down several hallways of sterile, plasteel corridors, past doors which automatically opened and arrows indicating where a room was located.
For male Bio-division staff, their quarters were typically separated on the left part of the facility, with several floors for each team and rank. Lanz had a room on the top floor, which was just high enough to see past the cement walls which bordered Facility Nineteen. It allowed him to cast a forlorn glance now and again out the window, soaking up the mix of rusty reds and desert browns which promised nothing but hopeless escape.
Nonetheless, he enjoyed it when he could.
He took the elevator to floor BD-C-4, making way to room nine one of the last down another sterile hallway. The only adornments afforded to it were pictures of Dr. Colsis, one of the founders of Facility Nineteen, pictures of early projects, one of the first tenants of the Bio-Division, and Project T1, TIGA.
For some, mementos of inspiration. For Lanz, reminders of his subjugation.
Room nine swept into view and Lanz input persona digits into code-lock. He was ready to put the day behind and start planning for New Antares, beginning to shuffle off his lab-coat (of which\_still\_ had on), expecting a quiet night.
He entered his room, a cozy studio-styled appointment. Oddly, the light was on. Strange, he never recalled leaving it on.
The fox tossed off his coat on kitchen chair and made for room. He didn't recall leaving his bedroom door open either, but perhaps it was just a busy day. He entered and-
He stopped.
Where the hell could he even begin? Proximity violation, incorrect Caretaker partnering, security breach, unrecorded Project movement!
"W-what!?" he rasped. Was the word even audible?
It was not his bed he saw. Or it was, but rather it was what was\_on\_ his bed. Her. She. They!
*They,* his mind sputtered. Two, two of them. Wolves. KAREN and, who, and what?
"Now see, you gotta do this, it drives em' wild. . ."
Lanz's presence was apparently not yet noticed. Rather, the couple yet to see him was K4, his beloved Project of whom he was responsible for, and\_another Project,\_ of whom he was\_not\_ responsible for!
What were they doing? The fox's mind hadn't even processed the image yet. Fooling about? Did they even know the possible consequences here?
No, they cared little, that was apparent. K4 was on all fours, in a way Lanz had never seen before. Her thick, plump rear was wobbling ever so gently, towards the door. Still clothed, her. . . "pride" hidden by a strap of training attire, but the cleft of her wolfhood somewhat visible through the fabric.
The other, this intruder, did not have the same prudence. Hills of an equally sized, equally fat rump squished against K4's own backside, flattening at the seams, fur of light wheat-blonde. The two smacked against each other, like it was some kind of game, sending a ripple of subtle jiggles between their shapely haunches.
"It will make Caretaker want me?" he could K4 say between their trade of hip wiggles and rump smacks.
The blonde one laughed. "If m'lucky he'll want *both* of us!"
For the briefest of moments, Lanz was entranced by the size of two generously sized rears. But logic snapped him to reality.
"What is going on!?" he exclaimed, uncertain if he was surprised, angry, confused, or perhaps a little excited.
The ladies looked back. LIN, who Lanz did not recognize, wore a sloppy grin. K4 on the other hand held an expression of uncertainty. Before the dark-grey wolf could respond, her 'partner' started first.
"Tuuurns out you two haven't been together at all. M'just here to get our latest Pack Mate her just desserts, y'know?"
K4 cut in, ears flattened. "Caretaker is unhappy?"
Lanz blinked. This was. What were they? How. Oh.
*Oh,* his mind repeated.
As though expecting to be pursued by some angry specter, Lanz hastily shut the door, his tail twitching anxiously. He noticed K4's features, and his voice softened.
"K-KAREN," he said lowly, "What. . . who is this? What are you two doing?"
In truth, it wasn't too difficult to realize what they were after. Tails hiked up, buxom rears so preciously presented, wiggling with such a tease. To see such an immense, powerful figure like K4 try to entice the young fox with such a primal display was not something he ever expected.
"Sister LIN is helping. You are angry with me?"
"No!" he quickly responded. "No, no, no, not with you. Never!"
"But you can't just," he sputtered. He started to pace around. "I mean if we were. . . who is her Caretaker? How did you? And security and-"
"Hey!" The one called LIN barked and caught his attention. "Your wolf here wants your cock, foxy boy. I thought Caretakers were supposed to be the smart ones?"
Again, he stopped. Yes, the presented rumps indicated as much. LIN, not content to let things linger, went so far as to drape her hand on K4's posterior, gently squeezing the cheek, jostling it even. Where Lanz might expect this to cause KAREN anger, instead she let off an approving growl.
The fox blushed. He had never seen his KAREN like this. They were always thinking ahead, about how to conquer the next challenge, go over fitness statistics, studying field weaponry. And certainly, rumors were always lingering about how Caretakers had "relations" with the Wolf Sisters, but he always thought it was the scrubs jumbling up random stories from boredom.
Lanz took a deep breath, attempting to ignore the stirring in his loins and provocative acts from LIN.
"This is. LIN, won't your Caretaker be looking for you?"
The blonde wolfess tossed a look at him. Her eyes were a pale violet. She sneered, offering a rumbly laugh.
"Doc Zya is too preoccupied with other things to look my way. Now stop tryin' to change the subject, foxy, you really want to ignore\_this?"\_
LIN took a moment to yank down the fabric covering K4's loins. The wolf of deep grey yelped, though with an eager tone, shaking her hips slightly, tail tossing, her moist cleft just barely coming into view.
Despite being designed for combat as the ultimate killing machine, K4 was still raw, primal. Real.
Slowly, the concern of rules, violations, and reprimands melted from Lanz's mind. "Is this. . . really want you want, KAREN?" he inquired gently.
She did not reply at first. But when she did it was low, soft, and needy. "I want Caretaker," K4 insisted. "I want Lanz."
The fox's heart throbbed. It was all he really needed to hear. Yes, this was right. He was her Caretaker. She was his K4. They were the only two who could possibly understand each other. No one ever looked at the wolf with as much pride, understanding, and dare the fox think,*love* as he did.
LIN chuckled sultrily. "Sounds like youuu two have put this off too long, huh?"
The blonde furred wolfess lazily raised herself from all fours. She stretched, before hopping from bed, showing off the subtle curvature of her womanly features. Much like K4 she was strong, a powerhouse with the fine sinew of her muscles delicately visible beneath soft fur. Her bust heaved with each motion, plump sacs jostling softly, tipped with brownish nips to accent her wheat color.
Somewhat uncertainly, KAREN followed suit, though not before pulling off the rest of her cloth, fully exposing the cleft of her dark nethers. She watched LIN curiously, the blonde wolf going to Lanz before yanking him close, of which the fox was helpless to stop. Though he would not resist, regardless.
"Let's help your foxy get comfortable, ah Kayyay?"
LIN sunk to knees, beginning to undo Lanz's trousers, unfastening with eager momentum. Not to be outdone, K4 promptly mimicked her Pack Mate at the knees, Lanz treated to the sight of two strong, busty gals clambering for his waist.
Lanz was starting to lose himself. The worrisome faculties which had panicked about possible discovery were quickly silence. Now, he simply watched with a secret joy as the blonde wolfess undid him from the waist down, pulling away pants, then briefs, letting cloth pool at his ankles, exposing his malehood to the pair.
K4 felt her cheeks grow hot, though it wasn't visible through thick dark fur. She was. . . so close to Lanz's pulsing member, the pink flesh beginning to bulge and harden from the prompted attentions. His scent wafted over her, musk of male enticing her senses, her tail wagging feverishly.
"Mmmn, haven't seen one of you boys in a looong time," LIN intoned greedily, taking a finger and stroking the underflesh of the expanding cock.
Lanz shuddered, K4 glancing up to see the excitement and arousal sprawl over his features.
"It feels good when you are touched?" KAREN inquired innocently.
The fox sucked in a small breath, and pet the wolf through strands of oil-black hair. "It does," he conceded.
"I'd take this whole thing m'self, buuut he's your foxy. Drive him wild, Kaykay. Go on, give him a lick."
K4 returned her attention to the other. "Lick?"
LIN nodded, pushing out flat pink tongue and briefly rolling it over the hardened tip of Lanz's member. She received a pleasant "Nng" in return.
KAREN caught the pleasant grunt, poison green eyes fixating on the fully erect member. Lanz was hapless to watch, though awaited their attentions, encouraging.
"It's alright, KAREN. You can if you want," he offered gently.
*No,* the wolf thought.*I understand.*
The dark grey huntress offered a sly smile, pushing her muzzle forward. Her doggish tongue rolled out and, with a steady slow motion, dragged it across the side of the wanting cock. She felt Lanz shake from her attention, a steady breath escaping him, the flank of pink twitching from her attention.
Her tail wagged. She never saw Caretaker like this! So, she began again. This time, faster, lapping at the tip in sloppy, circular motions. Moist rug went exploring, roving across the sides, smacking along every inch, draping the inches in sticky saliva.
LIN snickered. "Mm, you got a hang of it already, huh?"
"But you caaan't leave me out, y'know."
K4 cocked a curious brow, but watched as her Sister joined, proceeding to assault Lanz's foxhood with her own skilled tongue, rolling and lapping in greedy fashion. But she didn't stop there. Her soft lips smacked and suckled on whatever bit of male they could, slurping along the edges. She offered an assault of quick, soft kisses, dragging out yet more pleasant groans from the fox.
Lanz had to hold onto them to not fall over. He quickly yanked off his shirt and clenched onto their hair, hot breaths drifting from his excited, aroused form.
"Caretaker is excited," K4 muttered, watching LIN's wild assault of mouth motions. The blonde wolfess nodded, taking the flank and pressing it into her lips, smacking her cheek as though punishing herself with a flank of cock, laughing.
"Oh, he's more than that, Kaykay." Holding the soft, warm pole, she directed it to the dark furred wolfess.
KAREN was not to be outdone, not with her Lanz. She could feel LIN trying to playfully compete, swatting her hips against the K4's own, their fat, full rears jigging in unison. So, as if on instinct, K4 engulfed the glistening rod into her muzzle.
"Gah! K-KAREN! T-that's good!" Lanz yelped in approval. His back arched, feeling his hips sway into the accepting maw.
"Wait, wait," his hot mind reeled, "Kiss it first, will you? I-I just want to see you, to see that."
Lanz's mind was swimming, and a hundred possibilities and a hundred thoughts drifted through him. Gods above he never knew how much he wanted this until now.
K4 released him, looking up curiously. The fox shuddered again. Despite being seated in a retina of black, those green eyes watching him demurely, how sweet, how delicious that was.
The dark furred wolf released the flank. "Rrr? Kiss?" With some uncertainty, she pressed her lips together and smothered the tip of the fox's malehood. She had seen something like this before.
A rumbling growl from her. "Grrrrm. Like this?"
Lanz felt hot, searing. He nodded feverishly. The ultimate form of submission. A large, powerful creature like his KAREN submitting with a kiss.
"Ohhh he's into this now, Kaykay. C'mon, let's wiggle for him," she chimed. Little devil.
Lanz was glad she came along.
"You do it too, L-LIN. Both! I've got. . . I have to see it!"
It didn't matter to Lanz that the blonde-furred wolfess was under the watch of another Caretaker. This was the only chance he had to watch two service his twitching mast.
"Atta' boy, foxy."
They both kissed, and they both wiggled. Buxom rears echoed in jubilation as their wriggling hips tossed against the other, while muzzles met at the crown of Lanz's cock. Hot, moist lips wrapped about his tip, fighting for supremacy, suckling sloppily and dragging the pole towards them. Lanz watched in heady disbelief, like a fever dream, greedily eyeing the bouncing hips and servicing lips. If he died here, he wouldn't care anymore.
Maybe this was why no Caretaker ever tried to escape.
His malehood was under endless attacks, and the wolves proceed to escalate their efforts. Without warning, they engulfed his flank, LIN first loudly gulping his entire mast down her hot, moist throat, muzzle wrapped tightly around the inches. Her long flat tongue served as a pleasant cushion while she bounced her face upon Lanz's foxhood, procuring a series of hot grunts from the cream furred vulpine.
KAREN growled. "Do not take Caretaker!"
The blonde furred wolfess released the cock with a pop, sneering. "Oh, come on, ya' gotta share with me!"
Not content to let the wolves bark at each other, Lanz decided to move things forward. And he was beginning to buckle. His testes churned and his flank seared with need, desiring release. But it was more than that. He had to bond with his K4, his "Kaykay" as LIN put it.
"Back to the bed," he uttered hoarsely. "Quick, I need you both back on the bed, the way you were!"
The two girls stopped their playful bickering. K4 looked up, curiously, then eagerly. Perhaps sensing what the fox had in mind, LIN nudged her Pack Mate and slowly rose again, K4 following suit. Their bosoms tossed gingerly, the duo towering over the young male for a moment, before sliding back to bed.
Here they mimicked their earlier position, a doggish tease of all fours, rumps on display, moistened lips just begging to be taken.
"Going to claim a pair of wolves, huh?" LIN intoned, looking back.
Lanz stepped forward, going to K4, the dark furred wolf's eyes brightening, offering a quiet bark when foxy hands landed on her soft rear.
"You'll have to wait," he responded. "And watch. This is for her."
LIN gasped, pouting. "What! Oh nooo fair!"
The fox was too lost in desire to hear the complaints. Instead, he looked at K4's figure. The delicate lines of muscle roaming over her powerful figure, the womanly hips that still retained an alluring shape despite her physique, the wide, supple rump which easily expanded across his waist.
He pushed apart her generous cheeks, eyeing the sodden, black flesh that hid behind them. "Nmmm, KAREN," he whispered.
The wolf watched him excitedly, her tail hanging over his shoulder, as if to pull him in. LIN simply watched, licking her lips, teased beyond restraint.
Gently, Lanz pushed his foxhood into the awaiting lips of his wolf. Her tight, suckling cunny encompassed his loins perfectly, a slick warm tunnel awaiting his eager member. The wolf let off a low, enticed howl, gripping the bedsheets, bouncing her rump against the entering mast, wanting more.
Lanz shunted his loins into sweltering wolf pussy, planting his chest on the flat of K4's lower back. His arms tucked around her waist pleadingly, as with such devouring need, he gripped her with all the love and desire he could muster.
"My precious, beautiful wolf," he mumbled, beginning to rotate his hips into her juicy folds, instinctively hammering away into K4's drenched wolfhood.
All these things poured out of him. Desire, emotion, want. Were they always there? Was he always so bound to her in such a way? How could he never have noticed?
He couldn't even feel his compliance collar anymore. It was gone. Here in this moment, as he buckled helplessly into the whining, moaning wolfess, nothing existed but the pair. His hips thrashed against her fat, full ass, crude smacks echoing off the walls as he filled his bedroom with the desirous whimpers of K4.
KAREN was simply beside herself. She looked back in between thrusts, her head pushed into sheets, offering herself to her Caretaker. More, more, more, she kept thinking. The way he clung to her, so full of want and need. His hands roamed and clenched her abdomen, caressing, holding, every act they could muster.
"Rrrr! Lanz!"
LIN was content to watch the pair bounce away, "commune" as the Sisters called it, finally bind as one. Truthfully, she was as lusty for cock as she had ever been, but for now, the wolfess waited, blushing, digits roaming to own folds, greedily soaking in the sight of Lanz's foxhood tirelessly slam into KAREN's cunt.
"Oh GODS!"
Finally, a torrent of seed came bursting from Lanz. He could hold it no longer. His eyes clenched, his body tightened, and his hips humped helplessly into the moaning wolfess, deluging her puss with a steady stream of searing white.
His form trembling as he rammed every ounce of essence he could into the howling wolfess, feeling her own tunnel shudder with orgasm, soaking them both in a sticky mess. They remained that wait for a moment, a fever dream locked together, hazily melting away as hot breaths dripped from Lanz's maw.
He opened his eyes. His grip loosened ever so slightly. Shakily, he pulled his mast free from the dribbling cleft, foxhood drenched with their coming together.
"Oh, gods," he repeated. "KAREN. My KAREN."
Dizzily he left his position, climbing into bed. LIN had proceeded to make a wet mess of herself, though it did not bother Lanz. K4 embraced him, resting on pillow.
"You two left me out on all the fun," the blonde wolfess whined.
The dark furred wolf hugged the fox greedily. "He is my fox," she challenged.
"Sorry, LIN," Lanz said through the arms of K4. "I don't know you well. It didn't seem right. But, perhaps we can all get better acquainted in New Antares."
The blonde wolfess shook her head. "I'll take you up on that, foxy. 'Sides, I just wanted to help is all. Now you're a proper pair, aren't ya?"
Lanz nodded sleepily. He stared at his ceiling, letting warm afterglow settle over. He wanted to sleep here with KAREN forever.
But the words came back to him. New Antares.
Those thoughts. The collar. Freedom.
They did not say much for a while, and the vulpine felt his eyelids grow heavy. But before the haze of sleep took him, he mumbled out one last thing:
"Do you want to be free?"
\-\*-
In the following days, Lanz kept his coupling with K4 secret. It mattered little, as Facility Nineteen was quickly preparing for its excursion to New Antares, the Last City. Lanz had heard much about it. Some rumor, some myth. But it was technological utopia, a bastion of modernization and towering skyscrapers.
They would leave soon. He, K4, the Wolf Sisters, even the failed Tech-Division. And it was there, in New Antares, he hoped for answers.
He felt his collar loosen.
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BB Mythology: (Re)grow a Pair by kiwiBB
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#4 of BB Mythology Hello! Time to meet the last two gods in my ballbusting pantheon: Pax, God of Healing, and Azra, Goddess of Destruction. As you'll see, they're a great example of "opposites attract", with some uniquely explosive sexual chemistry. (Lucky them!) This story went through several
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"CBT",
"Castration",
"Cock And Balls Torture",
"Cum",
"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"Ejaculation",
"M/F",
"Neutering",
"Sex",
"ballbusting",
"myth"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150337-bb-mythology-re-grow-a-pair
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Once there was a dragoness named Azra.
Azra was the Goddess of Destruction, and she was an explosion. Her golden scales shone in the sun and scattered light and color in every direction. Her body was smooth curves, but she had a sharp wit, and a sharper temper. She was vibrant, and curious, and hungry to experience all things -- but nothing could keep her satisfied for long. She was simply too much to handle.
Certainly she was too much for the men around her. Many were drawn to her beauty, but none could endure her intensity. Her enthusiasm left a trail of injuries behind her: scratches, bruises, the occasional fractured bone or ruptured testicle. Her passion left her companions broken and scarred, or crumpled and mewling.
To Azra, most of these men were playthings -- but some were not. Sadly, even the ones that she loved could not weather the storm of her affections. Eventually, her relationships always led to ruin. Over time, Azra grew discouraged, and disheartened, and finally despondent.
And so one day, the goddess decided to change who she was.
She had heard stories of a wise god on the other side of the universe -- a god of perfect calmness and tranquility. A green dragon, graceful and strong, who lived in solitude. His name was Pax, and he was the God of Healing.
Pax's life was peaceful...but very, very dull. As it turned out, spending your time in serene isolation was quite a boring way to live, and though the dragon had near-infinite patience, it was finally starting to wear thin.
When Azra found Pax, he was alone in a desert, seated cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were closed in thought. She fell to her knees in front of him and drew a deep, shaky breath, trying to still her nerves.
Help me, said Azra. I know that the fire in me cannot be sustained. My flame destroys everything I touch, and I will burn and burn and burn until there is nothing left of me. Please. Teach me control. Teach me to silence the voice inside me.
Pax opened his eyes. He looked at her for a long moment.
...No, he said finally, shaking his head.
Azra cried out in frustration, pounding her fists against the sand. WHY? she demanded, teeth bared in anger. I want to be different than I am. I want to be like you!
Pax smiled gently, and shook his head again. No, no, he repeated. What you want is to be happy -- but silencing yourself will not make you happy. Denying who you are only leads to more pain.
But no one LIKES who I am, lamented the dragoness. I am the Goddess of Destruction, and no one needs more destruction in their lives.
...I do, admitted Pax.
W-what? asked Azra.
Pax exhaled. My life, he said, has been a still and endless ocean. It is calm and painless -- but happiness is not the absence of pain. Without suffering, there can be no triumph. Without loss, there can be no growth. Perhaps *I* should be more like *you*. You have too much chaos in your life, and I do not have enough.
I'm not sure I understand, said Azra. Why would you want bad things to happen to you?
Pax looked up at her, his brow furrowing in thought.
Have you heard the parable of the dragon's jewels? he asked.
No, answered Azra.
It is an old story, said Pax, about a dragon who had two precious jewels in his hoard. They were impressive gems, beyond any value, and he treasured them and guarded them fiercely. One morning, he woke up to discover that one of the jewels was gone. He was distraught, and went searching for it. He looked high and low, but the gem was nowhere to be found -- and by the time he returned home that evening, he discovered that his other jewel had gone missing as well. What a terrible loss!
That does sound terrible, replied Azra with a frown.
Ah, continued Pax. But when he woke up the next morning, the dragon found that both of his jewels had reappeared overnight, as though they had never gone missing at all. He was overjoyed! And even though he had in fact gained nothing over the course of his ordeal, he felt a deep happiness, and a renewed appreciation for all that he had. Having lost his jewels once, the dragon learned to cherish them all the more.
Azra tapped a claw against the ground. Huh, she said.
Do you understand? asked Pax.
...I think so, she said. She looked at the male curiously. Is that...is that what *you* want?
Pax thought for a moment. ...I think so, he said finally, gazing back at her.
The dragoness began to smile, and a glimmer appeared in her eye. Interesting, she replied. Well in *that* case...
\--
"Oh *fuck*," gasped Azra.
"Oh *fuck*," squeaked Pax.
The dragoness was on her knees and elbows, with her ass in the air and her tail raised high. Pax was right behind her, on his knees as well, bent over his panting mate. The dragon pounded her pussy, his hips slamming into her rear with each thrust. His hard cock slid in and out of her wet sex, and his heavy balls slapped against the female's clit -- or rather, they would have, if Azra had not reached back to take an aggressive grip on his scaly ballbag.
"*Fuuuuck* yes," moaned Azra, her body shaking from the force of Pax's fucking. She looked back between her own legs, watching with immense satisfaction as her partner drove his thick dragonhood into her again and again. Just below, she clutched his swollen spunk-makers between her fingers, grinding the two orbs into each other as though she were trying to squeeze an orgasm out of them.
Pax moaned too, in an agonizing mix of pleasure and pain. It was a feeling he was quite familiar with -- it was just about impossible to fuck Azra without some serious testicular trauma -- but despite millenia of experience, it was something that no male could ever fully get used to. Even if he *did* enjoy the experience a bit, in his own peculiar way.
Still, at this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer. On the one hand, Azra's pussy was absolute heaven, and he could feel the rush of orgasm beginning to build inside him. On the other hand, Azra's claws were testing the physical limits of how far his gonads could be squashed out of shape, and he could tell that his nuts were likely to give up at any moment. Either way, things were about to come to an explosive finish. "Nnrgh," he groaned loudly, "b-baby, I'm--...hnnnff..."
Happily, Azra was on the same page. "Cum in me," she commanded, twisting his sac in her vice-like grip. "Cum, before I crush your fucking balls!"
Pax's stomach did a backflip as the dragoness focused her efforts on his right nut, pinching the sphere between two fingers until her clawtips nearly met in the middle. A strangled whine escaped his muzzle, but the male stuck to his task, humping the golden dragoness like his life depended on it. He pumped in and out, his hips meeting her ass in a staccato rhythm: *smack smack smack*. The pressure in his loins grew and grew, until finally...
*Crunch*.
With a cry that was half squeal, half purr, Azra climaxed. Her back arched, her toes curled, and between her fingers, a round lump suddenly ceased to be round. The female thrust her ass back to meet Pax, trying to make sure that every last inch of her partner's dick was buried inside of her as he unleashed his load.
And unleash his load he did. With a shaky roar, the dragon erupted, firing a volley of spunk inside his quivering partner. At the same time, an uneven spike of nausea blossomed in his gut, agony crawling through his abdomen as his right ball was crushed beyond repair. The male shivered violently against Azra's back, his cock throbbing inside her as he shot several more thick ropes of cum.
Beneath him, the dragoness groaned in satisfaction, feeling each pulse of his member as he filled her with his seed. Her claws remained locked around his crushed ball...though as the seconds went on, Pax's "ball" rapidly started to lose any round shape it had once had. As the female shuddered through her orgasm, each involuntary twitch of her claws left his spunk-maker less and less recognizable, until finally there was nothing left that could be said to resemble a testicle at all.
Pax trembled through the familiar mix of agony and ecstasy, his length twitching mightily with each new re-scrambling of his egg. Azra's squeezes earned her a few last spurts of spunk as she finished grinding his gonad into goo. It was only then, when the dragon had been thoroughly drained, that Azra finally relinquished her grip on his nutsac.
The two dragons stayed just like that for a moment -- their bare bodies pressed together, sweaty and exhausted, Azra basking in her afterglow and Pax gradually regaining his senses. At first, the half-neutered god could do nothing but moan into his lover's back, clutching at her curves as he floated through a brief out-of-body experience...but eventually, the acute burst of agony in his groin began to fade into a duller, more manageable ache. When he finally began to pull out, Azra murmured contentedly, her pussy squeezing around his member one last time. Inch after inch slid out of her tight sex, until finally with a *pop* the full length emerged into the open air.
Pax immediately flopped down beside his mate, rolling over onto his back. One hand instinctively fell to his groin, curling around his scaly sac and its lone remaining inhabitant. His right nut was history, but its twin had survived: swollen, but functional.
Azra joined him soon after, letting her knees slide out from under her until she lay flat on her stomach. She took a long, deep breath, savoring how her body felt: achy, and a bit stretched out, but extremely satisfied. After a few moments, she propped her head on one hand, turning to look over her frazzled partner. Her tail curled around his ankle affectionately.
"Doing okay?" she asked.
Pax's eyes had been squinted shut, but he opened one eye to peer back at the female. "Y-yeah," he groaned. He squirmed slowly in place, his arms and legs stretching outwards in an attempt to release some of the nausea coiled in his gut. "*Fuck*, baby, that...that was..."
"Hot?"
The corner of his muzzle turned upwards in a half-smile. He nodded, chuckling weakly. "Hot. Yeah."
Azra smiled back. "Good." The golden dragoness scooted closer, snuggling up to her mate and spooning him from the side. She wrapped an arm around his torso, and slid one bare leg over his. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one enjoying myself."
Pax let out another quiet moan as Azra's bare knee slid up to nudge against the underside of his traumatized scrotum. Even that gentle touch lit up a string of nerves in his abdomen, and made his tail twitch reflexively.
Then again, he had grown pretty used to that kind of ball-ache by now. For the average male, losing a testicle was quite an event, perhaps even life-changing -- but for Pax, it was nothing new. Sure, the whole experience was intense, but it wasn't permanent. As the God of Healing, his balls were always back by the next day.
And good thing, too, as the Goddess of Destruction couldn't resist castrating her mate at any chance she got. Over the eons, Pax had lost count of all the different ways that Azra had kicked, squeezed, stomped, chomped, and otherwise obliterated his scaly spunk-makers. Over time, it had simply become a part of their foreplay...and strangely enough, he had grown to appreciate the sensation. For Pax, losing a testicle was a bit like a good workout: it left a pleasant ache, which lingered into the day as a reminder of the hard work he had put in earlier.
Pax reached out to stroke Azra's bare leg, his fingers sliding along her thigh. His hand drifted higher to the curve of her rear, and he gave the rounded flesh an appreciative squeeze. Azra murmured happily and pressed her body closer.
The two dragon gods lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of each other's scales. But Azra could only stay quiet for so long.
The dragoness poked her knee against her lover's sac. "Think you've got another round in you?" she asked, tracing a claw down his chest.
The male gave a playful groan. "That wasn't enough?" he teased. "You kind of wrung me dry there."
Azra rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, I know you've got more where that came from."
"...True," he conceded. "Might have more if I still had both my balls, though."
She snorted. "Ha! Come on, how often do you need BOTH of your balls? You do fine with just one." Azra glanced down at his groin, shifting her knee around until she managed to pin his remaining orb gently against his pelvic bone. "Or with no balls, for that matter." She grinned, sliding her leg up a few millimetres further until she could feel the plump sphere begin to warp under the pressure.
Pax exhaled shakily as nutache bloomed in his gut once more. His fingers twitched against the goddess's ass as she cheerily ground his swollen teste against her kneecap. "Just saying," he coughed, "if you knee my nut into my throat, I will probably need *more* time to recover, not less."
"Might be worth it," she countered. Suddenly she drew her thigh back, and Pax tensed -- but no blow came. Instead, the dragoness rolled over onto her back, her head tilting to one side so that she could still look at her mate. Her breasts lay heavy against her ribs.
"Let's do missionary this time," she insisted. "I want to look at you while you fuck me."
Pax could feel his cock rapidly twitching back to life. "You do have a way with words," he rumbled, climbing to his hands and knees. He quickly moved into place above the dragoness, sliding between her spread legs and planting his knees on either side of her tail.
"Mmm," murmured Azra approvingly, her eyes falling to her partner's stiffening dragonhood. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft to give it a few firm pumps. His one ball bobbed slightly with each stroke, looking exposed as it bounced about between the male's legs.
Even with the lingering ache from his ruined nut, Pax was immediately hard again. He leaned in to kiss Azra, moaning into her mouth as she continued to play with his throbbing length.
Not that Azra was ignoring herself, either. The dragoness had two hands, and she was well capable of putting them both to work. She rubbed two fingers in lazy circles around her clit, murmuring happily as she teased the nub of flesh. Her breath grew shallower with the passing seconds, as her body warmed up to the touch.
Before long, both dragons were ready -- but Azra still had one more thing on her mind. Letting go of Pax's cock, she instead scooped up his lone gonad in her claws, contemplating the swollen orb for a moment. She gave it an experimental squeeze, and grinned as the male tensed above her, his cock drooling a thin line of precum.
"What do you think?" she asked, tracing her thumbclaw across the surface of the orb. "Should I leave you one for today?"
"Up to you," grunted Pax. Nausea was swimming through his gut already, but he knew better than to argue.
Azra smirked. "Right answer." She tapped her claw against the front side of his nut, then jabbed it playfully into the center of the scaly orb--
\--and Pax squawked in pained surprise, pitching sideways as one of his arms gave out. "*Fuck*," gasped the male, with uncharacteristic fervor. The ache was even sharper than he had expected. Apparently his mate's impassioned mid-sex squeezing had already left his ball in questionable condition.
Azra paused, her grip loosening for a moment. "You okay?" she asked, looking concerned.
The green dragon grit his teeth and let out a shaky chuckle. "Nnngh. Y-yeah. Yeah, I promise, I'm fine."
"You sure?" she prodded. "We can stop."
"No no, seriously, I'm good." Slowly but surely, Pax straightened his left arm, until he was upright once again. He glanced down between his own legs, shivering at the sight of his mate's claws around his gonad. "I can take it. Do your worst."
"Ha -- well that's good to hear." Azra's muzzle twisted back into a smirk, and her claws tightened sharply around his testicle. "Because--"
*Crunch*.
Pax's eyelids fluttered as his remaining gonad surrendered to the female's claws, the scaly sphere suddenly losing its shape and disintegrating between her fingers. An involuntary moan came bubbling up from the back of his throat, his whole body trembling as a sharp, familiar wave of nausea rippled through him from head to toe. He struggled to stay upright, buckling forwards onto his foreams -- and burying his muzzle between the female's breasts in the process.
The dragoness cooed, reaching out with her free hand to stroke her lover's back. With her other hand, she adjusted her grip, gathering the dragon's scrotum in her fist and squeezing his whole scaled sac between her claws before letting it slip from her fingers.
"Because," she continued calmly, as if she had not just reduced her mate's last remaining nut into peanut butter. Her hand drifted upwards to his erection again, and she wrapped her fingers around the still-hard length. She gave it one more pump. "I have no intention of going easy on you."
And just like that, she was wrapping her legs around him, pulling him in, until suddenly the stiff length of his dragonhood was buried inside her once again.
"Now fuck me some more," she commanded, eyes half-lidded.
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The Greys Chapter 19: Ancient History by hyenafur
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#20 of The Greys - Nick Wilde had been minding his own business at his desk. Sure, he didn't have to come in today, but part of him was curious to see what happened on Sundays. The red and brown tod sipped on a coffee as he leaned back in his chair, lifting his feet up to drape them onto his desk.
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"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Rabbit",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148663-the-greys-chapter-19-ancient-history
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Nick Wilde had been minding his own business at his desk. Sure, he didn't have to come in today, but part of him was curious to see what happened on Sundays. The red and brown tod sipped on a coffee as he leaned back in his chair, lifting his feet up to drape them onto his desk. "Ahhh... Nothing like a lazy day at the office," he said as he pulled down his mirror sunglasses. He could probably get away with a nap, but Judy had other ideas.
"Nick," the rabbit called out to him, her ears straight up in the air as she stopped at his cubicle. The fox lifted his sunglasses, "Hey carrots. What's got you so excited?"
"Nick, I need you to take a look at something," the bunny said as held the sketch of Gideon Grey up. Nick felt his eyebrows twitch, "Who's that?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out," Judy asked as she pushed the drawing into his hands. The fox took the drawing and looked it over, eyes tracing over every inch, "Friend of yours?"
"I was hoping to know if he was a friend of yours, Nick."
Nick lifted an eyebrow, "He kinda looks like a guy I knew in High School, Ray Schaiferhund. If you lose the brown and the hair and add glasses, it would be spot on."
Judy blinked a few times as she started to give Nick a stern look, "Did he ever do anything illegal?"
The fox just let out a laugh, "Ray? If there was an award for being a Junior Ranger Scout, he would have won it every year. Especially because he WAS a Junior Ranger Scout."
The bunny blinked. "But... you told me..."
"That's because Ray wasn't raised by foxes. None of the kids trusted me, but they all trusted Ray because his parents were dogs," Nick said as he slowly slid back into his chair, "They all assumed he was a trustworthy fox."
Judy couldn't help but nod. She knew that subject was sensitive for Nick, but she was curious to know more, "So you and he were friends in High School?"
Nick shook his head, "I knew him, and we were friendly to each other, but I wouldn't call us friends. He was from a completely different world. My mother was friends with his mother, but we never hit it off."
"Do you think your mother could give me a way to get in contact with them," Judy asked.
"I know how to contact them," the fox replied before taking another swig of coffee.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Nick said somberly, "Miss Callie."
"Does she have a first name?"
The fox gave her an odd look, "You really need to get a TV, Carrots."
"Why," Judy asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"I was talking about Miss Callie the TV Psychic."
"What do you mean by," Judy was just about to say something when Nicks words suddenly made sense, "You mean."
Nick nodded, "You remember when we had to help with traffic flow when that car got t-boned in the intersection last year?"
The bunny's ears drooped as she nodded her head. Nick sighed as he took a sip, "They were the fatalities."
"Oh god," she said softly. Nick nodded his head, "Yeah."
Slowly, the fox turned in his seat to look right at Judy. "Carrots, what is this REALLY about?"
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Swiss Mix - CH 576-580 - WIP by DoggyStyle57
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#24 of Swiss Mix - The Novel This is part of a multi-novel length story that I started writing in February 2010. It is a work of furry fiction, and is also 'fan fiction' in that part of the events in the story take place in the furry world defined by Krezz Karavan in his School Days web comic. Some
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"Albino",
"Anal",
"Bernese",
"Bernese Mountain Dog",
"Big Boobs",
"Breeding",
"Brother",
"Bunny",
"Canine",
"Cocker Spaniel",
"Collar",
"Creampie",
"Cross-dressing",
"Cub",
"Cuckold",
"Daughter",
"Deep Throat",
"Dog",
"Domination",
"Father",
"Female",
"Female/Female",
"Filly",
"Fox",
"Greyhound",
"Impregnation",
"Incest",
"Italian Greyhound",
"Lactation",
"Leashed",
"Lesbian",
"Maid",
"Male",
"Male/Female",
"Male/Male",
"Mink",
"Mother",
"Mouse",
"Oral",
"Orgy",
"Otter",
"Pet",
"Pony",
"Pre-Teen",
"Pregnant",
"Sister",
"Sixty-Nine",
"Size Difference",
"Squirrel",
"Stallion",
"Straight",
"Submission",
"Submissive",
"Teen",
"Tit Fuck",
"Transgender",
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Swiss Mix - Chapter 576-580 -- WIP Written by DoggyStyle57, February - March 2017
Chapters 576 through 600 of Swiss Mix have been sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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Swiss Mix - Chapter 576 By DoggyStyle57, February 2017
This chapter was sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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July 7th, 2010 (Wednesday evening) - Home of Pierre and Angelica LeChow, Lyon, France.
Angelica LeChow was preparing dinner for her husband Pierre and their boarder, Carrie Lyons, when the phone rang. The 54 year old Chow Chow Don lady glanced over at the 25 year old Cocker Spaniel girl who had become so dear to herself and her husband over the past few years and said, "Could you get that for me, Carrie dear? My hands are covered with flour."
"Of course!" Carrie replied, kissing Angelica on the cheek and running to the nearest wireless handset for the landline phone that the LeChow family preferred to retain as their home phone. But Pierre LeChow got to the phone first. Carrie waited patiently by Pierre, in case he needed her to relay any messages to his wife.
"Hello?" Pierre said into the phone.
*"Bonjour Papa! It is Cheri! I hope you and Mama are doing well?"* Cheri LeChow replied over the phone.
Pierre smiled happily on hearing his daughter's voice. She "Well! It's good to hear from you, Cheri my dear! Yes, we are both quite well, ma cherre! To what do I owe the pleasure of a call from my youngest daughter?"
*"Papa, I... was wondering if I could come for a visit later this month? Perhaps the weekend of the 24th, to stay with you and Mama for a weekend?"* his daughter replied, sounding somewhat nervous.
Pierre's look darkened, and he asked, "Of course you may visit us, at any time you like! You know that! We have several unused bedrooms, including your old one, and no special plans for that weekend. But is something wrong, my child? It's not like you to spontaneously visit us."
*"Oh no, Papa, there is nothing wrong!"* Cheri replied quickly. *"It is just that I have been given an unexpected opportunity to visit you this month, both at very little expense, and while being free from my usual duties as the guardian of Lord Karl's children. You see I am in Switzerland for the next few months, having brought his children here to visit their father over their summer vacation. Lord Karl says that I have accrued far too much unused vacation time, and that he would be happy to fly all of us to Lyon, so I can visit you for a few days, while he enjoys a weekend spoiling his children and seeing the sights with them in France."*
"I see. Well, that is most kind of him, but it does not explain the apprehension I hear in my daughter's voice," Pierre said. "What else is going on, dear?" He looked up and saw his wife approaching, wiping her hands on a towel. He held muted his phone and told her, "It's Cheri! She wants to visit us for a weekend, on the 24th and 25th." His wife smiled, but looked surprised.
*"Well... there* are\_some things I would like to talk to you and Mama about, once we see each other. Things I would rather not discuss on the phone,"*Cheri admitted.*"But I assure you there is nothing amiss in my life. Quite the opposite, in fact. I'll explain it all when I come to see you, all right?"\_
Pierre un-muted his phone and said, "I suppose so, yes. Would you like to talk to your mother? She's just stepped up next to me."
*"Of course, Papa! I love you!"* Cheri said.
Angelica took the phone from her husband and said, "Cheri? How wonderful to get a call from you! And what's this about you coming to see us?"
*"Bonjour Mama! Yes, Lord Karl has offered to fly me to Lyon and give me a weekend off, while he takes his children there on a vacation trip,"\_Cheri replied.*"It would be in a little over two weeks from now, if that is all right?"\_
"But of course! When have we ever \_not\_wanted to see you, my dear?" Angelica replied. "I can't wait to see you again."
*"And I shall be happy to see you as well, Mama! Oh, and could you ask your boarder, Carrie, to be available while I am there? I'd like to get to know her a bit better while I am visiting you,"\_Cheri said. \_"She is the same age as I am, after all, but we really haven't talked much on my prior visits. And from what Clarice has told me, you've all but adopted her as another of my sisters."*
"Carrie? Well... that should be no problem," Angelica replied cautiously. "She usually dines with us, when the house isn't full of family for the holidays or some other special gathering. I think you'll like her, dear. While I wouldn't say we have gone so far as adopting her, she certainly \_has\_been like a daughter to us. With all of our children grown and living their own lives, it's nice to still have a young person in our home."
*"Thank you Mama,"* Cheri said. *"Well, it must be about dinner time for you. So I'll let you go now. Love you!"*
"I love you too, ma chere Cheri! Be well, dear, and we'll see you in a few weeks!" her mom replied. She hung up the phone and handed the wireless handset back to her husband. Then she looked at the Cocker Spaniel girl and said, "Carrie, our youngest daughter, Cheri, wants to meet you. And she mentioned talking to Clarice. I am afraid that it's quite possible she knows, or at least suspects, that you are our Mistress."
"Ummm, she wasn't \_upset\_about that, was she?" the Cocker Spaniel girl replied. " I don't wanna cause any trouble with your kids!"
"No, I don't think so," Pierre replied. "But my wife may be right. Well, we couldn't keep our sexual relationship with you under wraps forever, I suppose. Clarice and her lesbian Partner, Candice, have been good so far about keeping our secret from the rest of our children. But I don't think they would lie to Cheri if she asked them directly about us. We shall just have to play it by ear, and see how it goes. With luck, Cheri may be as understanding as Clarice was, when \_she\_found out about you."
"Let us hope so," Angelica said. "Now both of you get the table ready for dinner. I'll be serving soon."
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July 7th, 2010 (Wednesday evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
Cheri hung up the phone and looked at Lord Karl, who had been waiting beside her, to ensure that she actually made the call as he had insisted she should. "Well, that went quite well, so far, Master. Let us hope they are understanding when I tell them they have two grandchildren that I had been concealing from them!"
"I'm sure they will," Lord Karl said. "After all, they have their own skeletons in the closet that they hid from you, did they not? I shall be there to support you, should you need it. And if we need to... we \_may\_even tell them the truth about just how much I love you, and that Marie is my child. We shall just have to play it by ear. "
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July 8th, 2010 (Thursday morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
After breakfast, Hans asked his father for a private conversation, and Lord Karl led his son to his private office and shut the door behind them.
"What did you want to talk about, son?" Karl asked.
"What else?" Hans replied. "Father, in light of what you told us yesterday, I feel it is only right that we should tell Mandy and my two other 'serious contenders' among my purebred girlfriends, my sisters Karin and Sandra Kurtz, as well as my other two serious girlfriends - my sister Taylor, and my puppy friend Hazel - about your plans to step down as Count so you can marry Cheri, and my agreement to take the title and marry a purebred Bernese girl, and that the decision places any non-Bernese girls firmly 'out of the running' as future brides for me."
"Fair enough," Karl said. "It's still well before dawn where Mandy lives in America, but I'll make the necessary arrangements so that she can be contacted securely by us later today. You may go and round up Hazel, Taylor, Karin and Sandra, and bring them here."
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An hour later, Hans returned to his father's private office with the four girls in tow, and the five kids sat in the row of chairs opposite Lord Karl's desk. Karl explained his plans and Hans' necessary part in them to the four girls, and Hans confirmed that he had consented to marry a Purebred Bernese girl when the the came, and produce Purebred Bernese heirs as the next Count.
Karl concluded by stating, "Karin, Sandra, this means that one of you still might end up marrying your brother, and having his children. Or it may mean that he will marry Mandy, or less likely, some other purebred girl, like Bonnie von Wahlern. Hazel, Taylor, for you, it means that while you certainly can continue as his cherished maids and informal girlfriends, Hans will not be able to marry either of you. At least not for his first wife, while he remains Count. Marie has already stated she doesn't want Hans to do for her what I will be doing for Cheri, just so he can marry her. She's happy to remain his maid. Mandy will be told later today, and we will allow her immediate family to know as well. But that is as far as I want this information to go, so far."
"Pretty sure it won't be Bonnie," Hans interjected. "But I guess we\_should\_keep the possibility open of some currently unknown Bernese girl becoming a candidate. I mean, it's gonna be \_years\_yet before I make that decision. Who knows who I might meet between now and then?"
Karin and Sandra both hugged their brother, and Karin said, "I think I can safely say that we're both still willing, if you want to marry one of us, brother. Or we're okay with you marrying Mandy, sure. She's been cool with us, after all. And father, we couldn't be happier for you and Cheri! We all know how much you love her, and how much she loves you."
"Well don't expect \_me\_to complain," Hazel said with a shrug. " I never \_had\_expected Hans to marry me. I'm just in it because I like and respect Hans, and to get my college scholarship and lots of great sex. Honestly, I'm still not sure what I will do after my six year training period for maid service ends, but most likely I will go to college in Pouncefield and remain there, to be near my family. Like Taylor said, I pretty much figured Hans was gonna hafta marry a Bernese girl. Glad you figured out a way you can Marry M'Lady Cheri though, Master! That was a surprise, for sure!"
Taylor looked rather sullen as she sighed and said, "Well, I \_had\_pretty much figured it was headed that direction. We all knew the purebred girls were the top picks, because of the rules and stuff about being the Count and inheritance and all that. Congratulations to all of you. My mom will be heartbroken, to see her schemes for one of her daughters to become Countess dashed to pieces, but that's her problem. I'll still be quite happy to be my brother's maid and lover, for as long as he wants to keep me. And daddy, I think Cheri will be a wonderful wife for you. You know I love her too. How could I not be happy for the both of you?"
"I'll break the news to Karla, and I'll tell Redd as well," Lord Karl said. "But I'd prefer you kids don't tell anyone else. My parents could still raise Hell over my plans, if they get wind of them. Even though my intended actions comply with all the inheritance requirements, I am certain my mother would never be happy about me marrying a Chow Chow Dog, even \_after\_I am sterilized and no longer Count."
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July 8th, 2010 (Thursday morning) - Blackwell home, Pouncefield, in America.
As the sun rose in Pouncefield, Lisa Blackwell squatted in the nude above her father's face, while her big sister Mandy began to suck their father's cock.
Richard Blackwell groaned in pleasure and opened his eyes, smiling as he said, "Well, good morning, girls!"
"Good morning, daddy! If you hurry, you should have time to fuck both of us before you get your shower and go to work today," Lisa said cheerfully, as she lowered herself onto her father's mouth to be licked to an orgasm.
Mandy kept sucking until her father was nice and hard, fingering herself to get wet at the same time. When she changed positions to impale herself on her daddy's cock, she said, "Now you're ready! Cum inside me, daddy! I want you to eat your cum out of me while you're fucking Lisa!"
Richard bucked his hips and thrust as deeply as he could into his eldest daughter's cunt, glad that both of his dominant daughters were securely protected from impregnation. His little girls seemed insatiable for the feeling of their father's cum flooding their young cunts. Mandy had done her job well in preparing him with her mouth, and it didn't take long before he groaned and unloaded his thick creamy seed deep into his daughter's belly.
"OHHHH! Good daddy! Now lick it all back out of me! Your turn with his cock, Lisa!" Mandy said.
The two sisters traded places, Mandy placing her cum filled cunt over her daddy's mouth, and Lisa sucking hungrily on their father's cock to clean it off and get him hard enough to fuck her too.
As Richard eagerly licked his own mess out of his daughter, he tried to imagine what his wife must be up to. He and his wife, Gretchen, still hadn't fully agreed to their daughter's suggestion that their mother should stop taking her birth control pills and allow one of her sons to impregnate her. But they \_had\_agreed to allow the boys to role-play that they were doing their level best to knock their mommy up, and Gretchen was cooperating with that game, begging her little boys to fill her cunt as much as they could with their incestuous seed, and allowing them to fuck her until their balls ran dry, every morning, every day at lunch time, and again every night before bed. At the rate she was going, if she ever\_did\_forget to take her birth control pills, it wouldn't take long for her sons to knock her up for real. Of course, if \_that\_happened, Richard would claim to be the father, and who would doubt it? Despite their hesitation to take their incestuous play to that level, he was very turned on by the idea of his sons knocking their mother up.
Lisa grinned as her daddy quickly got hard again, and she got on her father's cock cowgirl style, fondling her sister's breasts from behind as she fucked her daddy. "That's a good boy, daddy! You're getting a lot faster on the recovery, with you practicing fucking me and Mandy every morning and every evening! Now cum for me, daddy! Cum inside your little girl, so you can get ready to go to work!"
Richard lapped the last of his seed out of his older daughter's cunt just as she crested with her orgasm. When she got off his face he redoubled his efforts to thrust his cock into his younger daughter, slapping wetly with each thrust, until he groaned and filled her as well. "Ohhhh. Unghhh! So good! Your mother will have a hard act to follow if you ever allow her to take her normal place in my bed again. How can one woman ever compare to two horny young girls like you?"
"Who says she ever has to, daddy?" Lisa asked. "Why can't we keep it this way, at least until Mandy goes off to college? You fucking only your daughters, and mom fucking only her sons? You both get twice as many lovers."
"You know your mother loves fucking me too," Richard said, as he got off the bed and headed for his shower. "We all promised to obey you two girls, but what is it going to take for you to allow your mom to fuck her own husband again?"
"That's simple, daddy. Let our brothers knock mommy up. When her belly is swelling with her son's baby, you can fuck her all you want!" Mandy said with a grin.
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While their father showered, Mandy got on her back on the bed and Lisa squatted over her sisters mouth, so the older girl could lick their father's cum from her younger sister. After Lisa had cum, she rolled off her sister and asked, "Are we really gonna make mom do that? Make her have a baby with our brothers?"
"Depends on if she caves in and stops taking her pills on her own, before I start college," Mandy replied. "I think she'll get so into the role playing that she'll accept really doing it, and stop taking her pills all on her own. I have three more years of high school before then. Do you really think she can hold out that long, with the twins fucking her as often as we're allowing them to?"
"Maybe not," Lisa said. "Well, dad's finished in the shower. You get yours while I have breakfast with him, and see him off to work."
"Okay. But don't make him late for work by demanding a quickie fuck on the kitchen table, okay?" Mandy said.
"I won't make him late," Lisa insisted. "I was only gonna suck him off while he eats his breakfast. But a quickie on the kitchen table sound fun too. Maybe I can feed him while he fucks me?"
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Later that morning, after their father had left for work, Mandy had just finished getting her shower, and as she walked back from her parents' bedroom to her own to get dressed, she heard the doorbell ring, downstairs. She knew that Lisa was still getting her own shower, and from the feminine moans of pleasure she could hear coming from the bedroom that her two little brothers shared, she could tell that her mom was still in in their bed, getting thoroughly fucked by both of her sons at once. So Mandy wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her naked body, went downstairs, and went to the door.
The 15 year old Bernese girl found no one was there, but that a plainly wrapped parcel had been left beside the door, addressed to her. She took it inside, looked at the address label, and scratched behind her ear as she realized there was no return address, shipping company info or postage on the box. Quickly tearing it open, she looked inside and found a cell phone of a brand that she didn't recognize, and a computer-printed note from Lord Karl, which read, "Mandy - I have asked Tobias Jaeger to get this phone to you. It has a secure scrambler circuit. Please take it somewhere that you can't be overheard, and call us with it. Use '01' on the speed dial to call it's matching phone, which Hans and I have here in Switzerland. We will be waiting for your call. Love, Karl von Bernerholdt."
Mandy took the phone into the garage and got into the back seat of her mom's minivan, before placing the call. The phone only rang twice before it connected, and she heard Hans' voice on the other end saying, *"Hi Mandy! I see you got the phone okay. Tobias just called and said he had left it at your door, so we figured you'd be calling pretty soon. I'm with father in his private office, and we have our end on speaker phone mode, so we can both hear you and talk to you. We can talk freely on this set of phones, as long as no one is close enough to us to overhear our conversation. How have things been going for you and your family?"*
"Hello lover! We're fine, but what's up? Surely you didn't send me a special phone just to ask how we're doing, or to get details of who's fucking who in my family these days. Is everything okay? It isn't... has something bad happened to one of your grandparents?" Mandy asked.
*"We're fine too, Mandy,"* Lord Karl's voice replied over the phone. *"My parents are as well as can be expected. This doesn't have anything directly to do with them. The scrambler phone is something we probably should have given you earlier. You're getting it now so we can discuss some confidential plans regarding our family's future, and yours."*
"Good morning, Lord Karl," Mandy said. Her heart was racing, and she tried her hardest not to leap to conclusions or sound as excited as she felt. Were Hans and his father actually doing this cloak and dagger stuff with the special phones just so Hans could \_propose\_to her? No, \_surely\_Hans would want to take \_that\_step in person, and she was \_certain\_he wasn't ready to commit to getting married so soon. Or was he? "Ummm, what do you mean, sir?" she replied breathlessly.
*"As you know, in about seven or eight months, shortly after Heidi's 10th birthday, I'll be getting an amicable divorce from my wife, Helga. We'll make that official as soon as it is confirmed that the terms of my breeding contract with her have all been met, and my parents have reinstated me as their official heir and the next Count. Given my parents failing health, I am fairly certain I will be invested with the title of Count von Bernerholdt almost immediately after my divorce is legally finalized. However, what you do* not\_know, and what Hans and my other children did not know until yesterday, is that I don't intend to\_ retain\_the title for very long,"\_ Lord Karl said. *"Last night, Hans privately agreed to become Count after me, on his eighteenth birthday. That, and my getting a vasectomy, will enable me to marry Miss Cheri LeChow. That's almost five years from now, and by then I am certain my parents will be gone, and no one will object."*
"OH! Congratulations!" Mandy exclaimed. "But... why tell \_me\_this now? And why all the secrecy?"
Hans' voice interrupted her and said, *"It involves* you\_because even after my father becomes Count, and my grandparents are gone, there will still be limitations on who the Count von Bernerholdt can marry. In accepting the title when I turn eighteen, I am also committing that when I do marry, it will\_ have\_to be a purebred Bernese girl, like you, who becomes my Countess. I won't have to get married right away, and I still haven't selected any particular girl to marry. But the non-Bernese girls are officially out of the running now. Of the girls who currently seriously consider themselves my girlfriends, only you and my twin sisters, Karin and Sandra, can hope to someday become my bride. Of course, I might also meet someone else that is suitable between now and then. But..."\_
"But unless you \_do\_find some other Bernese girl and prefer her, \_I'm\_the best breeding choice, aren't I?" Mandy asked breathlessly. "Oh gosh!"
*"Yeah, right now, you're in first place,"* Hans said. *"I've eliminated Bonnie von Wahlern as a contender, by the way. But I'm only 13, and even after I become Count, I doubt I'll get married to\_anyone\_before I finish college, okay? No promises, yet. Too much could happen between now and then, right?"*
"I can accept that, lover," Mandy said. "But can I tell my immediate family? Mom, dad, and my sister and brothers?"
*"What will soon be public knowledge is that Hans is formally being trained, as of now, to assume the title of Count after me, on his 18th birthday, and that he has agreed to eventually marry a purebred Bernese girl and produce heirs,"* Lord Karl said. *"You may tell your immediate family that this makes you the best contender out of Hans three current Bernese girlfriends. You have my blessing, and his grandparents both like you. But you may not tell anyone that I am planning to give Hans the title at that time just so I can marry Cheri LeChow. The official story on the timing of the transfer is that I never expected or particularly wanted to be Count myself, while Hans was literally bred to become the next Count after me. I will be deferring to my son because I think he will be a better Count than I could be, and I will 'retire' to one of my family estates, to run my charitable foundations and business interests. I will, of course, be available to advise my son, but I actually do believe he will be a better Count than I could ever be."*
"Yes sir, and thank you, sir," Mandy said politely. "I will do as you ask. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"Well, I have a good hour between now and my next business meeting," Lord Karl said. "Why don't you amuse us by giving us some of those details about 'who is fucking who' in your family?"
Mandy laughed and happily complied, fingering herself as she told her potential future father in law and her potential future husband all about the naughty sexy fun that she and her sister and her two brothers were having with each other and with their parents. By the time she ended the call, she has come twice, and she resolved to seek out her little brothers and fuck them both until they were too limp to continue. Just this once, they could dump their cum into \_her\_cunt instead of their mother's.
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Swiss Mix - Chapter 577 By DoggyStyle57, February 2017
This chapter was sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
The 9th of July was the last day of the school year in Bern, and now that the weekend was upon them and breakfast had been dealt with, the maids in Lord Karl's mansion who had no other assigned duties were happily playing in the mansion's many recreational facilities.
Cheri LeChow and Lord Karl's son, Hans, were giving a demonstration of advanced roller skating tricks in the grand ballroom, while a swarm of younger maids avidly watched and tried to emulate them. Karl watched them for a while, and talked with his son briefly.
Next Karl went to the game room, where he found Will Steiner. The 11 year old Bernese boy was the only male maid scholarship trainee currently at Karl's mansion, but he seemed to be getting along well with the other maid trainees, and to be enjoying his training so far. He was playing a game on a computer with his little sister, Anna. The ten year old Bernese girl was now six months pregnant with her brother's baby, and her belly was well-rounded, but she seemed to be doing well, for being pregnant at such a young age. He watched them from the doorway for a few minutes, and when Anna and Will finished one game and started to select another, he stepped up to join them.
"Will? Are you ready to meet some of the other Houseboys in my scholarship program, as I suggested a few weeks ago that you might?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," the boy replied. "Is that today? How many others like me are there again? You've told me I'm not the only male in the program, but I haven't seen any other boys here. I assume they're at other locations?"
"That's correct," Lord Karl said. "There are four other boys in the program at this time, all about your age. Three are at Lord Brian Roderick's mansion, where we train most of the smaller species candidates, like mice, bunnies and otters. The other one is being trained by Gene Hale, who specializes in training larger species, like horses. This weekend I'll be visiting Lord Roderick's estate, and next week I'll be paying a similar visit to Gene Hale and his trainees. We try to visit each other at least once or twice a year, to sample the skills of each others maids, and to compare notes on training methods and results. I'd like you to come with me for both visits, if your sister can spare you for so long a time."
"If our Master wants my brother to attend him, how could I say no?" Anna said softly. "Go have fun, Will. I get to meet lots of other maids here, but you should get to meet other houseboys, too."
"When do we leave, Master?" Will asked. "And should I pack anything special?"
"We'll go there right after lunch," Karl said. "Wear your houseboy uniform, but bring a small suitcase with your maid uniform, wig, and everything you'll need to present yourself as Mina. Lord Roderick greatly enjoys cross-dressed boys, and I am sure he will ask you to serve him tonight, while some of his houseboys and maids do likewise for me. You should be prepared for sexual service as a male or as a female, and with partners of both genders. But you should have no problems attending to Lord Roderick's desires. He's a squirrel, and much less well endowed than I am. In fact, I believe you're better hung than he is! You'll also get to have some fun with his maids and houseboys, I am sure. Ever have sex with a mouse before? Or a bunny? Or an otter? Being smaller than we are, many of them are incredibly tight."
"That will be... interesting, Master," Will replied. "I've never been with a smaller species girl. I'll get packed right away, and I promise to do my best. But, ummm... about that second place? You said Mister Hale trains horses? Is he... would I hafta...?"
Lord Karl laughed and said, "Yes, Gene is a stallion himself, and a well hung one, at that. But you won't have to be fucked in the ass by him. I'll also bring Taylor on that trip, since she \_loves\_getting fucked by stallions. You might get to try sucking his cock, but more likely your service there will primarily be to try to please his wife, Rachel, who is a mare. The houseboy serving at their home is a pony as well, but he's straight, and its Rachel who is training the boy for sexual service. Gene is certainly bi, as is his wife, but he respects young Evan's preferences, and just watches the boy fucking his wife. And he won't expect to be offered a chance to stuff that massive stallion cock of his up your ass, unless you assure him you are able to handle it and willing to try."
"Oh..." Will replied. He tried to imagine what a filly might be like in bed, and he couldn't even envision it. He'd never met a horse before, really. He'd only seen a few of them at football games, playing for other schools, and then they had seemed unbelievably huge to him. "I'll... do my best there too, sir." he added.
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Immediately after lunch, Will waited in the entry foyer of the mansion with his own small suitcase resting beside his Master's, which Redd Brushtail had just packed and brought down. When Karl joined them, Redd put their bags in the limo, and drove them the short distance to the Roderick Estate.
"The estate we will be visiting borders on the same lake as mine does," Lord Karl mentioned as they rode in the limo. "So we \_could\_get there by boat as easily as by car. Faster, in fact, since the distance is shorter by water. But as this is a formal visit, we should approach via the front door, not the boat dock."
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
Once they got to the Roderick estate, they passed through a massive set of gates and a nicely landscaped road through a woodland, before arriving at the mansion itself. Lord Roderick's mansion was smaller than Lord Karl's, but similar in design.
Lord Roderick and two of his maids were waiting at the front door when Karl's limo pulled up. The girls, both bunnies, efficiently took the guests' luggage from Redd, and took it inside.
The brown bunny in the pair, who looked to be about 15 years old, winked at Lord Karl and said, "Good to see you again, Master Karl! I hope you'll let me serve you again this time! I've been training extra-hard this last year!"
Her companion, a bunny of similar age, with solid black fur and hair, smirked at her friend's early flirtation with their guest, but made no comment as she took Will's bag inside.
"Good to see you too, Gretchen. You're looking prettier than ever," Lord Karl replied, and he was rewarded with a big grin from the girl whose name he had remembered from a year earlier. "And of course it's good to see you as well, my friend," he added to their host.
"You are always welcome when you visit, my friend! And in addition to Gretchen, several of my maids, and I think at least one houseboy, are eager to show off at least some of their skills for you," Lord Roderick said, shaking Lord Karl's hand enthusiastically. "And this must be your houseboy, Will Steiner? You look quite handsome in your uniform, young man! Welcome to my home."
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir," Will replied, bowing formally. "If you wish, I would be honored to serve you as well. Either as I am, or as a girl."
"Excellent! I'm quite looking forward to that! Do come in, both of you!" the squirrel replied warmly.
"That will be all, Redd," Karl said to his waiting chauffeur. "Return home, and either I will call for you tomorrow afternoon, or my friend here will send us back in his limo."
"As you wish, Master," the fox said, getting into the limo and driving away.
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In the mansion's main entry hall, the rest of Lord Roderick's staff were all lined up to greet their guests, with the oldest staff members at the head of the lines on either side, and the youngest ones last. Lord Karl greeted each of them by name, and made some small comment that showed he remembered who they were and where they had come from, until he got to the six youngest children - Two male mice, an Italian Greyhound girl, a squirrel girl, a white furred mouse girl, and an equally white furred otter boy. "And these must be this year's new trainees, yes? Care to introduce them to me?" he asked his host.
"Of course," Lord Roderick replied. "The grey mouse boy is Mister Peter, who is from France. He is 10 and started as our first houseboy in September of last year. The brown mouse boy beside him is Mister Michael, and he is from England. He is also ten, and started this February. The Greyhound girl is Miss Irene, and she is from Italy. She's 11 years old, and also came to us in February of this year. On the other side, the red squirrel girl is Miss Danielle, from France. She is ten, and she came to us just last month, as did the two remaining children on that side. The albino mouse girl is Miss Klara, from Germany, and the white-furred otter boy is Mister Remiel, and they're also both ten years old. Remiel is that swimming prodigy I told you about. An Olympic contender, despite his youth."
"It's a pleasure to meet each and every one of you," Lord Karl said, kissing the hand of each girl and shaking the hand of each boy. "I intend to at least get to talk to each of you and get to know you, while I am on my visit here today and tomorrow. You'll be summoned for your interviews soon."
"The pleasure is ours, sir!" young Remiel replied, eyes wide as he realized just how huge this Bernese Mountain dog was! Lord Karl was almost two feet taller than Remiel, and that placed the boy's face low enough that it was almost impossible not to notice that the visiting nobleman had a sizable erection already firming up in his trousers. He swallowed nervously and tried to look up at Lord Karl's eyes, and not stare at the man's crotch.
"Well said, Remiel!" Lord Roderick said proudly. Then he smiled at Will Steiner and said, "And you, Mister Will, when you are not called upon to serve me, I hope you will also take advantage of my hospitality, and enjoy the company of several of my maids and houseboys. The three boys are particularly eager to meet you, of course. You can empathize, I am sure, with what it is like for them, to work and live in an environment so dominated by young girls! But\_any\_of my staff, except for my chauffeur, Mister Carter, will be happy to serve you in a sexual liaison, should you ask for them."
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For the next few hours, Lord Karl went with Lord Roderick, for one-on one meetings with each of the maid and houseboy trainees, starting with the oldest ones. Meanwhile, the three houseboys escorted Will to a side room, and deluged him with questions.
"We should have some time to talk before your Master will want to see the three of us. Our Master told us that your Master wanted to talk to us houseboys last. So, how old are you, and which do you prefer? Boys, girls, or no preference?" Peter asked. "I like boys, myself. Any age from kids to adults. Girls don't do that much for me, but I like dressing like a girl so much myself that I'm gonna try to go to school as a girl next school year! Do you like to dress like a girl too?"
"Umm, well, I'm 11, and I prefer girls, but guys are okay too, " Will admitted. "I went to school in America with Lord Karl's son and daughter, Hans and his little sister Heidi. I even dated Heidi for a little while. I'd only had sex once with a guy before I agreed to become a houseboy, but I've been fucked by my Master and his son a lot of times now, and I like that too. I'm learning to dress and act like a girl when my master wants me to, but I don't think I'd wanna live full time as a girl."
"I'm between you two," Michael said. "I was a virgin when I came here. But now I like both, and I guess I'm beginning to like guys a bit more than girls. I'll dress up as a girl when Master wants me to, or to play with Peter here, but I prefer looking like a boy."
"And I'm like you, Will. I prefer girls, but boys are okay," Remiel said. "I was also a virgin when I came here. But I've already learned to dress like a girl, and to have sex with anybody, and so far it's been a lot of fun. Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend at the place you're being trained, other than your master and his son?"
"Yeah..." Will said. "Ummmm, my Master said I could speak freely to anyone here, so I guess I can tell you. It may sound odd, but my 10 year old sister Anna is also training to be a maid along with me, and... she's my girlfriend, too. She's got my baby in her belly. Me accidentally gettin' my little sis knocked up was how we both ended up becoming a maid and a houseboy. My mom doesn't know it was me who made her preggers. She thinks it was a boy at school. Mom was too embarrassed to let our friends and neighbors know Anna got pregnant at all, and she wanted to send her away somewhere to have the baby. But my dad and big sister know the truth. They helped us to come here, so our mom wouldn't find out the truth and flip out. Mom thinks we'll come back after we've earned our scholarships, and she's talked about moving just when we do that, and pretending her daughter's baby is one of hers. But we don't want to do that. Mom also thinks I only came out here to be supportive for my baby sister, so she wouldn't be pregnant and alone in a strange country. How about you three? Why did you come here?"
"Peter and I are both orphans, with no living relatives," Michael said. "My parents died in a ferry accident last January, and I ended up getting sent here, instead of to an orphanage. I guess Peter is kinda my boyfriend here. We have rooms that share a bathroom, and we fuck each other pretty often. I think it's cool you knocked up your sister, and that she still loves you enough to be your girlfriend!"
"I was only four when I lost my parents," Peter said. "I was in foster homes and orphanages for six years before coming here. My first sexual experiences were when I was eight, sucking off older boys at the orphanage, and later getting my ass fucked. I liked it, even though I got in trouble whenever I got caught. Before I became a houseboy, I even had some male partners who were adult canines. Like Michael said, he's sort of my boyfriend here. We both like to play with Remiel, too, when he's available. But he prefers fucking the twin otter girls, Kate and Farah."
"Yeah, I'm kinda sweet on Kate and Farah all right," Remiel admitted. "I'm from a big family, and my folks couldn't afford to send any of us to college. I came here to get a scholarship, but I was okay with the sex stuff when our Master spelled it out for me, after I got here. Is... is your sister really gonna have your baby?"
"Mumm humm. My sister and I gonna do the right thing, and raise our baby together," Will replied. "My parents don't know yet, but Master Karl is gonna try to make it possible when we graduate from the maid training program for us both to become Swiss citizens, and to live here just like a married couple. He's even lined up a possible employer for us already, a family that enjoys incest among themselves, and will welcome us into their household, even as incestuous lovers with a baby."
"That's\_very\_cool," Remiel said. He wasn't quite sure if he should admit that he was considering seducing the oldest of his own sisters, when she was old enough to join him here as a maid. He decided not to mention it, since he still had no idea how his little sister was going to react to that plan. After all, he hadn't ever had \_any\_kind of sex at all with her yet, not even copping a feel or kissing her like a lover would. "The twin otters that are my girlfriends here are also lovers with each other, and nobody minds that those two sisters are lesbian lovers. No one here will think bad of you for knocking up your sister. Especially if you're sticking by her like that! Good job! You have any other questions for us?"
"Well, what's your Master like?" Will asked. "Mine prefers girls, or cross-dressed boys, though he'll have sex with a guy that looks like a guy occasionally. He told me to pack my maid uniform and wig for serving your Master."
"Our Master will fuck just about anyone," Peter said. "He likes making us boys dress and act like girls, but all three of us serve him both ways. Your Master was right, though. Given a choice, he'll likely want you looking like a girl, for your first time in his bed. So... do you think that if I offer myself to \_your\_master, I should do it as a girl? I'd love to serve him!"
"Probably. Guess you'd have to ask him, to be sure. He fucks me both ways too. So I guess whatever you feel you can do that's the most sexy will be okay," Will replied. "Ummm, have you ever been fucked with a cock as big as the one he has? Can you handle it? I mean, you're a mouse, not a big dog. At least I'm the same dog breed as my master, so I'm kind of built to take a cock his size. At least as much as any boy my age could be. Do you \_know\_how big his cock is?"
"Yes. We've been warned, by some girls here who fucked him on previous visits, and I've been having Michael shove huge dildos and butt plugs up my ass to get me ready for it," Peter replied. "I think I'm up for the challenge. Some of the adult canine guys that fucked me when I was still in the orphanage were pretty big too."
"I'm not sure I am as ready as Peter, but I kind of want to offer myself to your Master too," Remiel admitted shyly. "I got a really weird feeling inside when I saw how big he was, and how big the lump in his pants was. Kinda made me feel weak in the knees, y'know?"
"Lord Karl has that effect on most people," Will replied. "He's very charismatic. And his son, Hans, is just like his dad. I was friends with Hans before I knocked Anna up, and I'd \_almost\_offered myself to him at school, right after my big sister Paula and two of my girl cousins started fucking Hans. But I still thought I was straight, so I didn't do it. Ummm, did you know Lord Karl's son dresses like girl sometimes too, and that his dad fucks him occasionally? Before I accepted my scholarship, Hans dressed like a girl once and let me fuck him. That was the only time I ever had sex with a guy, before Lord Karl started training me."
"Really? Wow! I hope I'll get a chance to meet Hans some day!" Peter replied eagerly. "I bet we'd like each other a whole lot!"
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After Lord Karl had interviewed each of the maid and houseboy trainees, he and Lord Roderick asked Will Steiner to join them.
"So Will, you said you've been trained to dress and act like a girl?" Lord Roderick asked. "Would you like to do that for me, tonight in my bed? I'll sweeten the deal by having one of my younger maids to join us."
"Yes sir," Will replied. "I am called Mina as a girl, and I came prepared to be a girl for you. I would be honored to serve you tonight. Which girl were you thinking of having join us?"
"Miss Klara," the squirrel replied. "She was the ten year old albino mouse girl you met earlier, and she's one of my youngest trainees. She volunteered during her interview, earlier today, to try her best to serve both of you, if you'll have her. Your Master and I both thought you would enjoy getting to fuck a mouse girl's tight cunt, and she's never yet been fucked by anyone larger than myself, or by any canine male."
"That sounds very nice, Sir," Will replied. "When should I present myself?"
"One hour after dinner will be fine," Lord Roderick replied. "And be prepared to spend the entire night in my bed, and serve me in the morning as well."
"Yes, Master," the young Bernese boy replied.
"Well, we have a few hours yet before dinner," Lord Roderick said. "Have fun playing with my maids and houseboys, or with the ladies on my staff. I have some other business to discuss with your Master now."
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When Will Steiner had been dismissed, Lord Roderick poured Karl a drink and got one for himself. "You know, Karl, I was quite surprised that little Klara volunteered to try to serve your houseboy and yourself during this visit," he said. "Gretchen and Valerie are several years older and more experienced, and they have both mated with you before. And young Peter had experience with adult canine males before he came to me, and he has been training hard with dildos and butt plugs to prepare himself to accommodate you. Even the otter girl, Kate, has been training hard to be able to fit you inside her young body. But Klara is quite new here, and it's only been a few weeks since she lost her virginity. As far as I am aware, she hasn't been doing any special training to stretch herself, to be certain she can handle larger males. I don't think she had even considered making such an offer before she saw you in person. You and your houseboy apparently made quite an impression on her, for her to so impulsively volunteer to serve you both."
"Well, we'll be careful not to leave too much of an 'impression' on her. Will is a very gentle and considerate boy. He won't push her any farther than she is physically capable of going, I am sure, nor will I," Karl replied. "Let's see how well she handles Will, and if that goes well, I'll give her a chance with me tomorrow, all by herself. I'm rather hoping she can go through with it. How long has it been since one of your mouse girls managed to mate fully with me? Quite a few years, as I recall, but I still remember how hot and tight a young mouse girl's cunt can be for someone my size."
"It's been twelve years, I think, since that particular mouse girl graduated. Traci was her name. She ended up marrying a rather well-endowed Rottweiler, and settling in Germany," the squirrel replied.
"I'm glad she found a suitable mate. And what about the otter boy, Remiel? He seemed uncertain about \_his\_offer," Karl asked.
"Well. He is also quite new here," Lord Roderick replied thoughtfully. "But he's very fond of Kate, and they wanted to work together and pretend to be siblings, for your amusement. Even if he can't fit you up his ass, I'm sure he will be entertaining for you."
"I'm sure all of them will be quite entertaining, yes. And I'm sure you'll enjoy Will's capabilities as Mina just as much," Karl replied.
Swiss Mix - Chapter 578 By DoggyStyle57, February 2017
This chapter was sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday afternoon) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
Will Steiner left Lord Roderick's office deep in thought. The squirrel who ran this mansion, though lower in noble rank than his Master, preferred the more formal mode of address, being called by his title and surname, while Will's master was less formal, going by his title and given name. It was hard for Will not to call the squirrel 'Lord Brian', but he had been warned by Lord Karl that it might be taken as his being too cheeky and familiar with their host if he did so. Will figured that it was probably partially due to the differences in each Lord's inheritance status. Lord Brian Roderick had already succeeded his father, Lord Ian Roderick, as the Lord of his estate, when his father died. At that time he had assumed the hereditary title of his father, and since then, everyone called *him*'Lord Roderick', just as they had addressed his dad. Lord Karl, on the other hand, was a Lord by family right, but had not yet become Count after his father. When he formally inherited his father's title, \_then\_he would become 'Count von Bernerholdt'. Until then, he remained 'Lord Karl', just as he had been when his two elder brothers were still alive, and in line ahead of him to inherit.
"Are you lost, young man?" asked a feminine adult voice, interrupting Will's musings.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, ma'am! I, ummmm, guess I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going," Will replied, looking at the bunny matron who had spoken to him. She was standing between Will and a pair of double doors at the end of the hall, and he had almost walked right into her! He immediately recognized her as Lord Roderick's cook, Miss Francine, who he had been introduced to on his arrival. The brown furred lop eared bunny was only a couple of inches taller than Will, but she probably weighed \_twice\_as much as he did. Yet she didn't really look fat - just really fluffy and cuddly. She wore the same uniform that the younger maids wore. But on her, the tight black under-bust corset and scoop necked white blouse really emphasized her massive 42-DD breasts, and the short skirt showed off her very shapely legs just as well. Will couldn't help but stare at her cleavage as she bent down to face him. "Was... was I heading somewhere that's off limits?" he asked hesitantly.
"No. Just my kitchen, is all," she replied with an amused grin, noting the direction of the boy's gaze. She took a deep breath, and smiled as she saw Will blushing. "You're welcome to come in, as long as you stay out of the way of our maids who are starting to prepare dinner. If you were looking for the dining room, you passed that two doors back down the hall. But we still have more than two hours before dinner. Perhaps there is something \_else\_you'd like to see?"
"OH!" Will replied, abruptly redirecting his gaze to look at her beautiful dark brown eyes. "I... ummmm, that is..." he stammered.
"Don't be shy," Francine said. "I saw how you were looking an my boobs, and I'm actually quite flattered. Have you ever been with a woman my age? I'm know probably old enough to be your grandmother, but I assure you that I still enjoy sex, and I'm quite talented. I'm good enough that my Master has been bedding me regularly since I took his virginity when \_he\_was barely a teenager. And after 28 years as his lover, he \_still\_asks for me in his bed every week, despite his own preference for fucking children. So, can I tempt you? Nothing in the kitchen will require my personal attention for at least the next hour. And I \_do\_quite enjoy virile and energetic young boys."
"I... Well, the oldest lady I've bedded so far was the same age as my mother, Ma'am. That was my Master's senior maid, Karla, and she's a 35 year old vixen. And I know I'll need to learn to serve even older ladies, before I graduate from my training. I've... never been with a bunny yet, but you... you're really pretty, and if you really wanna do something... ummm... sexy with me, then sure. I'll have time to recover before I serve your master after dinner."
"Then follow me little boy," Francine said with a grin. "I won't disappoint you."
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Francine led the young houseboy into the part of the mansion where the maids lived, and to the suite of rooms that was her private apartment. She shut the door behind Will, and then loosened the drawstring on the neckline of her blouse, until she could pull it down to fully expose her massive boobs. They were only barely constrained by a 'shelf bra' which supported each breast from below, but left her nipples and the top two thirds of each of her boobs fully exposed. Her breasts seemed quite firm and round, and she hardly seemed to need the bra, despite how big her tits were. She squeezed her nipples and sighed, and Will was surprised to see that some milk began to drip from each of her dark brown nipples.
"You... you have milk? Are you a new mother, Ma'am?" Will asked, as he drew closer and stared at her milky tits.
"Yes, I'm lactating, but no, I don't have any babies of my own to feed my breast milk to," she replied with a grin. "My Master likes tasting my breast milk occasionally. Many years ago, he \_did\_impregnate me, but it didn't catch properly. I lost the baby, but started lactating anyway. Ever since then, every day I've pumped my breast milk or had my Master or some of the maids suckling at my teats, to keep my milk flowing. And I also take a special prescription medication that encourages lactation, even in women who have never been pregnant. Would you like a taste? I really love the feeling of somebody suckling my milk."
"Well, ummmm, yes ma'am. My master's senior maid has been pregnant quite recently, and she's breastfeeding her babies now. Every time I have a session training with her, I get to taste her vixen milk. I'd be interested to see if bunny milk tastes any different," Will replied, drawing even closer and obediently latching on to her nearest nipple.
"Ohhh, good boy! Drink my milk, baby! And touch my boobs while you suck on my tits!" Francine crooned happily. "Then when you've had your fill, take off your pants and put your cock between my breasts. Have you ever tit-fucked a lady?"
Will sucked on each nipple several times, getting a good mouthful from each and swallowing noisily, before he replied, "I never have done that ma'am, no. None of the girls I've been with had big enough boobs for that. Not even that vixen mother."
"Then you're in for a treat," Francine insisted, "And so am I, because I want you to cum in my mouth."
Will struggled to remove his shorts and underpants even as he continued to suck milk from the bunny matron's boobs. His erect cock popped free with such force that it slapped his belly as his pants dropped to around his ankles.
Francine immediately reached down and fondled the 11 year old Bernese boy's 7" long, 1.25" thick cock, and said approvingly, "Mummmmm, nice! Bigger than My Master, but not as large as your own Master, eh? Oh yes, I've been fucked by your Master before, and I know what a fine big cock he has on him. It's been a few years, but even \_he\_enjoys bedding me on occasion. Hummmm, now that you've had a good taste of me, I want a taste of you!" she said, kneeling down and taking the boy into her mouth and down her throat in a single, well-practiced gulp.
Will groaned as Francine swallowed his cock, and he almost came then and there, when she started humming happily. But then she moved his cock lower, pinning it in between her ample breasts, and the feeling was even more intense. He couldn't believe how warm and soft her big boobs felt, pressing his shaft from each side as she pushed her breasts together with both hands. He started humping his hips instinctively, and on each up-thrust his cock tip slipped into her mouth again, and she licked and nibbled at the tip like a dainty delicacy.
"That's a good boy! Fuck my big boobies!" she crooned. "But you'd better remove your vest and shirt as well, before they get soaked with my milk!" she added, belatedly cupping her hands over her lactating teats.
"Y-yes ma'am!" Will stammered, as he rushed to comply. But he could see that it was too late. His vest already had two large wet spots near the lower edge, and he hadn't thought to bring a spare change of his houseboy uniform. "Oh well... I shoulda done that sooner. Guess I'll be going to dinner as a girl."
"I'll get your clothes washed for you, but yes, they might not be ready in time for dinner. Don't worry. My Master will be quite happy to see more of you as a girl," the bunny matron replied. "Now cum in my mouth, so you don't get my uniform messy as well!"
Will fucked her mouth for just a few strokes, and groaned as he unloaded his cream deep into her throat. Francine hungrily swallowed every drop, and then expertly continued sucking him as his erection faded, and returned again.
"That's better. Now it's my turn, if you please," she said, turning around and removing her panties. She bent at the waist over the side of her bed, and said, "Fuck me nice and hard with that sweet doggy cock, little boy! Fuck me and cum deep inside me!"
Will removed the last of his clothes and mounted her from behind, reaching around her to fondle her big, milky breasts, and occasionally bringing a milk-soaked hand to his mouth to sniff, and to lick her milk off of it. "I like the way your milk tastes, Ma'am," he said. "And you're nice an' tight, too! Thank you for letting me serve you today."
"Mummmm, I should be thanking you, young man! That cock of yours feels so wonderful in my cunt!" she replied. "Do you know where they sent your luggage? I'll have it brought here, so you can change."
"I don't know, Ma'am. Sorry," Will replied, as he continued fucking her.
"No matter. Cora will know," Francine said. She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her cell phone, calling the senior maid. "Cora? Francine. Lord Karl's houseboy needs to change his clothes, and I'm afraid he's stuck in my room, with nothing decent to wear. Do you know where his suitcase is? ... Yes, of course that is why! Can you blame me? He's fucking me right now, and he's quite good! You really should try him yourself! ... Yes, that would do nicely. Thanks dear!"
"So, they'll bring my suitcase here?" Will asked, as his climax neared.
"Your suitcase was sent to Miss Klara's room, since you'll both be serving our Master tonight. She will come with a bathrobe for you, and take you back to her room. She's had some experience in helping our houseboys to dress as girls, so she can help you to get ready for dinner, while I return to my own duties. Oh! Ohhhh, that's good! That was the spot, child!" she exclaimed, as her orgasm rushed over her.
Will stopped trying to restrain himself and flooded her belly with his second creamy load. "Ohhhh yeah! Unghhhh! Thank you again, Ma'am! This was great!"
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A few minutes later, Miss Francine restored her own uniform to order, except for her puled down blouse, and she began pumping her remaining breast milk. There was a knock at the door, and when Will answered it, peering around the edge of the door, a young albino mouse girl entered, with a fluffy pink bathrobe over one arm, and a laundry bag in her other hand.
"Hi Will!" Klara said happily. "Mummmm, looks like you've been having fun! You can wear my bathrobe while we walk down the hall to my room. And I'll drop your clothes off to be cleaned while you get a shower."
"Thank you," Will replied, taking the robe from the girl. He was ten inches taller than she was , but the robe covered him enough to be decent. His cock was still pretty hard, so he left the front of the robe open while he stuffed his clothes into the laundry bag.
"Would you like a taste of my milk yourself before you go, sweetie?" The bunny asked, offering the boob that she wasn't pumping to the little mouse girl to suck on.
"Thank you, ma'am. But just a quick taste," Klara replied. She suckled enough to get two good mouthfuls, then swallowed, stepped back and said, "Will and I need to get ready for dinner, and you need to get back to the kitchens."
"Too true," Francine replied with a sigh. "You're welcome to come back for more tomorrow, young man. But I'll understand if you don't. You'll be in high demand while you're here, and I shouldn't be greedy."
"Thank you ma'am," the boy replied. "And, ummm, Klara, thanks in advance for you volunteering to join me tonight. Your Master said you've never been with a canine male before. I hope you enjoy what I can offer, and that I'm not too big for you to handle. I've never been with a mouse girl, either, so this is gonna be a new experience for both of us."
"Well, the older girls were so eager to serve your Master, that I got really curious. And I hafta admit, seeing how big a bulge he makes in his pants was pretty amazing," she replied, looking down at Will's exposed crotch. She touched his sheath and balls admiringly, before fastening his robe. "You're really big too. But if Miss Penny can take on your Master, I think I'll be okay with you. My own Master says we should always be open to new experiences, and to challenging our limitations. The girl shyly took Will by the hand, and led him to her room to prepare himself, and to help her prepare herself.
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In Klara's room, Will took a shower, and then they both carefully cleaned out their asses and lubed themselves up back there, before getting dressed in their maid uniforms. Klara was quite helpful in preparing Will for his transformation to a girl, and she did his makeup for him and styled his wig. He was kind of glad that he had already cum twice for Miss Francine, as the recent sex suppressed his erection enough to comfortably tuck his cock and balls into a hidden position in his panties.
"You make an adorable girl!" she declared, when they were ready to go to dinner. "What's your girl name?"
"You may call me Mina," Will replied, doing a curtsy. "That's short for Wilhelmina, the feminine version of my boy name."
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday evening) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
When they sat down to dinner, Lord Roderick had Lord Karl and Mina sit at his right hand, while Miss Cora Stock, his senior maid, sat across from them. Miss Klara waited on all of them, then sat beside Mina to eat her own meal.
Miss Francine brought Mina a glass of warm milk. As she set the milk at Mina's place, she whispered into the cross-dressed boys ear, "Enjoy your milk, dear. It's mine." Then she took her own seat across from Mina, beside Miss Cora.
Mina blushed and took a sip of Francine's milk, then blushed again as she realized that everyone nearby at the table knew she was sipping at the bunny lady's breast milk. "Thank you. Ma-am. It's good," she said softly.
"I see you've taken a liking to our young guest, Francine. How was their performance?" Lord Roderick asked his cook.
"Marvelous my dear Master," she replied, grinning happily. "Served me as a boy, and did quite well! And I promise I didn't drain his balls too badly!"
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At the end of dinner, Lord Karl was escorted from the room by Miss Gretchen and Miss Valerie, and by the mouse boy Peter, who was already dressed in a maid's uniform, as Miss Penny. All three maids had been so eager to attend him that they hadn't wanted to wait a moment longer after dinner than necessary. As the three excited kids and Lord Karl walked past Remiel, the otter boy looked longingly at the Bernese Mountain Dog's bulging pants, and shuddered to think what it would be like to be taken by such a male. He had tentatively offered himself to Lord Karl when he was interviewed by the visiting nobleman earlier that day, but those other three kids had already offered themselves, and been accepted. So Remiel would have to wait until tomorrow morning for his chance, as would his friend Kate.
Lord Roderick looked at Mina and Klara and said, "It seems you two are equally eager to serve me tonight? Shall we go to my rooms at once then?"
"If it pleases you, sir, I think we both would like that," Mina replied sweetly.
"Yes, Master! The sooner, the better!" Klara added.
"Then come with me," the old squirrel replied, leading them from the room.
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In the room assigned to Lord Karl, the three maid trainees lined up beside his bed, and 'Miss Penny', the cross dressed mouse boy, suggested, "Master, if it pleases you, I would love to prepare you with my mouth for enjoying the other two girls, and you may use my ass last. I'm... not very good at pleasing females, but if you order me to do so, I will do my best for you."
"And we, Master, are perfectly happy with any combination you choose, including mating with each other for your amusement," said the 13 year old mink girl, Miss Valerie.
"Would you like us to give you a lesbian sex show, while Penny sucks your cock, Master?" Miss Gretchen asked. "And do you want us in our uniforms, or should we remove our clothing at once?"
"You two older girls can strip and make out with each other on the bed," Lord Karl replied, unfastening his pants and kicking off his shoes. "Penny, help to remove my clothes, but leave your uniform as it is. I'll accept your suggestion and enjoy your mouth first, and again between the other two girls, and fuck your tight little mouse butt last of all tonight."
"Oh thank you, sir! You'll find me nice and tight for you!" Penny squealed happily, as she knelt before the massive dog and removed his shirt and tie, and then his pants, shorts and socks. "Oh my! It's even bigger than I imagined!" she sighed, when she pulled down Karl's boxer shorts and his fully erect canine cock came into view. Penny held her slender arm beside his throbbing member, and said, "Gee! It's almost as big as my whole forearm!"
"He's got quite a carrot there, I'll say that!" Gretchen laughed, as the pretty bunny embraced Valerie.
"Think you can handle it, Penny dear? Not having second thoughts now, are you?" Valerie asked.
"I might not be able to sit down very well after I'm done, but just I gotta try it! Ohhhh, it's so beautiful!" she held the big dog's cock with both hands, her fingers unable to encircle his girth, and slowly licked his full length with her soft young tongue, before opening her mouth wide and taking him right into her throat.
"Ohhh yes. Very nicely done!" Karl sighed, as his cock popped into Penny's throat and made a visible bulge in her neck. "Get at it, girls! At least one of you needs to be nice and wet soon!" He expertly fucked the child's face, holding the mouse's large, soft ears gently but firmly.
"I'll get you ready to do him first, sweetie," Valerie said, dropping to her knees and starting to lap at the older bunny's cunt. Her glossy, nearly black hair made a fine contrast to the cream colored fur of the bunny's tummy, as she eagerly went down on the older girl.
"Ohhhh! You're so good at that! Lick me, baby! Get me nice and wet for that great big carrot!" Gretchen crooned. She stroked the mink girl's hair with one hand and fingered her clit with the other, while watching their well-hung guest throat-fucking the tiny mouse who was serving his needs.
Lord Karl smiled happily. Tonight was going to be a lot of fun, and he hoped his houseboy Will was enjoying himself just as much.
Swiss Mix - Chapter 579 By DoggyStyle57, March 2017
This chapter was sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday night) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
After dinner, Miss Klara and Will Steiner, with the boy all dolled up as 'Mina', eagerly followed Lord Roderick to his bedroom, and the two children undressed the old squirrel. Then they both knelt before him, and started licking the old nobleman's cock.
"Good girls! So eager to please," Lord Roderick said, patting both kids on their heads. "Take turns sucking me, and see how far you can each get me into your throats. You first, Klara."
"Yes Master," the ten year old albino mouse girl said. She took a few deep breaths and managed to swallow all 7 inches of her Master's cock, bobbing her head up and down and humming to increase the sensation.
"Ahhhh, that feels so good! I can tell you've been practicing with the houseboys," Lord Roderick said. "And now you, Miss Mina? After being trained by that well-endowed master of yours, I should be no challenge for you in size, but show me how skillfully you can suck a cock!"
"Yes Master," Mina replied, in a fairly passable female voice. First she gave his cock several long, luxurious licks down the length of his shaft. Then she teased the tip with her tongue, getting a groan of pleasure from the old squirrel before even properly taking him into her mouth. As expected, his cock was easy for her to swallow, and she duplicated Klara's humming trick quite well.
"OH! Oh, good girl! Very good! Now swallow all of it! Here you go! Unghhhh! Ohhh yessss!" Lord Roderick exclaimed, unloading his first wash of semen down the child's gulping throat and straight down to her stomach.
Mina didn't lose a single drop, and she continued sucking until he stopped spurting entirely, and then lovingly kissed and licked the tip to get the last few dribbles. When she was done, she looked up proudly, and asked, "Did you like that, Master?"
"Very much so, indeed! Now, please lick miss Klara to get her ready for me, will you? I think I should fuck her before she attempts to accommodate your fine cock. I haven't seen you fully aroused yet, but your Master assures me you are quite well endowed yourself," Lord Roderick instructed. He began to stroke his softening cock as he added, "Keep your own panties on for now, Mina. I want to preserve this lovely feminine illusion of yours a bit longer."
"Yes Master!" The children replied, giggling as they said it at the same moment.
Klara flopped on her back on her Master's bed, with her knees spread wide and her legs dangling off the edge, and raised her skirt and apron slowly, showing she had worn no panties, and exposing her cunt. Like most mice, her pubic mound, anus area, hands and feet and tail were all furless, and her exposed skin was pale pink. She parted her labia seductively for Mina with one hand, her slender little fingers revealing a petite vagina that was already wet with anticipation. "Lick me, girl!" Klara requested. "Make me nice and wet, so my tight little cunt can get properly fucked!"
Mina enthusiastically did so, as Lord Roderick watched and stroked his rapidly stiffening cock.
"OH! Ohhhh, you're \_good\_at this! Get a lot of practice each day, do you?" Klara asked.
"Umm humm. My little sister Anna and I share a suite of rooms, and I lick her an' fuck her every single day," Mina said, pausing in her licking and looking up at the mouse girl to reply.
"You have sex with your *sister*? Every day? Really?" Klara asked.
"Yep. Last August, I started dating Lord Karl's daughter, Heidi, and she taught me how much fun oral sex was. But we never went all the way. Then in September, my nine year old sister, Anna, caught me jacking off to nude pictures of Heidi, who was the same age as her. Me an' Anna started havin' oral sex then. About two months later, our big sister Paula caught me an' Anna in a sixty-nine. But instead of gettin' mad, Paula had me pop Anna's cherry, and Paula let me fuck her, too. It was lotsa fun, and my two sisters were the first girls I ever really fucked. Paula was on the pill, and she said it was safe to fuck Anna bareback, 'cause she wasn't old enough to be fertile yet. After that, me and Anna fucked bareback pretty much every chance we got. Well, Anna's periods started in early December, an' I almost knocked her up then. We tried usin' condoms after that, but on new Year's eve my condom slipped off, an' I knocked up my little sis. We decided to keep the baby, and asked Lord Karl's family for help. Lord Karl agreed to take both of us into the maid scholarship program, and to help me and Anna keep our baby," Mina said.
"Wow!" Klara said. "I... I think it would be really hot to watch a guy fuck their sister. I mean, I've seen Kate and Farah doing lesbian stuff together, but that's just oral stuff. Not... not real fucking! And the idea that you knocked her up too, and she still loves you? Wild!"
"Maybe after the school year starts, you can see me and Anna doin' it together, on a break between classes, or right after school. We'll be at the same school your maids and houseboys attend, right?" Mina said.
"Well, you two are getting distracted from the task at hand," Lord Roderick chided them. "Get back to making Anna cum, Mina!"
"Oh! Yes Master! Sorry!" Mina replied, shoving her nose back in the mouse girl's crotch and licking enthusiastically.
After Klara climaxed, Lord Roderick took his turn with his maid, fucking the young mouse girl hard and fast and kissing little Mina at the same time. "Oohhh yes! You're such a lovely child, Klara! Mina? Get that cock of yours ready. I want you to try to fuck her as soon as I am done, while she is fully aroused and flooded with my cum."
"Yes Master," Mina replied, taking off her panties and gaff and un-tucking her boy parts. She stroked her shaft rapidly as she watched the old squirrel fucking the pretty ten year old mouse girl, while imagining how tight her tiny cunt was going to be.
"Oh, yes, Master, Yes! Get me ready for my first huge doggie cock!" Klara exclaimed, as her orgasm washed over her again.
Lord Roderick reached down and took Mina's cock in his hand, stroking and fondling the cross dressed boy appreciatively. "Very nice! I may allow you to use that on me as well, later! You're in for quite an experience, Klara!" Then he groaned and spilled his sticky mess into the little girl. "Ahhhhh! That's so nice! Your turn, Mina! Let's see if this ambitious mousie can handle a young stud dog's cock!"
"Yes Master! Geeze, I hope it will fit! She's a lot smaller than my sister was when I popped her cherry! Oh *Damn*, she's tight!" Mina exclaimed, dropping her female voice for a moment as the mouse's silky tunnel engulfed over half of her cock on the first thrust. The second thrust got deeper, and after the third thrust, Mina was balls deep in the hottest and tightest cunt she had ever experienced since deflowering her nine year old sister! "OHHHH! Are you okay, Klara?" she asked.
"This... is... amazing!" Klara groaned. "So big! I want more! Fuck me harder! Oh damn! I never could have dreamed it would feel this good!"
"Imagine what Lord Karl's cock will be like, my child," Lord Roderick said quietly. "He's definitely bigger. Do you still think you want to mate with him tomorrow?"
"Oh YES! I \_have\_to do this! Knot me, you lovely dog! Stretch me out for your Master!" Klara shouted.
Once Mina's knot was firmly in place, Lord Roderick got behind the cross dressed boy and slipped his own cock into Mina'a ass. It slid right in, and he had no doubt that Lord Karl had trained the boy well to take his greater girth and length. "Ahhhh, such a fine ass you have, Mina! Tell me, Klara, have you been practicing with dildos to take a larger cock, like Gretchen and some of the other maids have been doing?"
"N-no, Master," the little mouse said. "I... didn't think I could do it. But Gretchen an' the other girls seemed so eager to get fucked by Lord Karl's big cock that I got curious. I... well, a couple nights ago I tried gettin' as many fingers into my cunny as I could, an' I managed to stuff my whole hand inside me! I came like mad, and knew I had to try a big cock too. And I was right! I LOVE being stuffed with a huge cock!"
"Are you *sure* you want my knot?" Mina asked. "It's startin' to get big now, and if I don't pull back out soon, there's no turnin' back! Last chance to bail out."
In reply, Klara locked her legs around Mina'a waist and pulled her tighter. "Don't you DARE pull out! I want that knot, and I want it NOW!"
"Okay, here we go then," Mina replied. She shoved in as far as she could, then used very short strokes as her knot firmed up. Her motion was added to by the insistent thrusts of the old squirrel who was buggering Mina from behind, so she knotted up pretty fast.
"OH! Ohhhh YES! It's HUGE! Ohhh, I love it I love it I love it! Fuck me more, doggie! Fuck your little mousieeeee!" Klara screamed.
"Enjoy how tight she is while you can, Mina," Lord Roderick said. "Once your Master has had her, she won't be quite that tight ever again. But I think she's proven she is up to attempting his big cock as well. Most girls her size can't handle a much larger species lover, but some can, and can even enjoy it. Take your Master's vixen maid Taylor, for example. She can handle stallions with ease, so I am told? Klara? If you enjoy being fucked by Lord Karl as much as you are enjoying his houseboy, you may want to consider a transfer to \_his\_household for the rest of your training. I'd hate to lose you, but if you truly love big cocks so much, I will approve the transfer."
"I could do that? Really?" Klara squealed happily, as she climaxed at the very thought of getting stuffed this full on a regular basis. "OH! I think that would be wonderful! And then you could fuck me more often too, and I could see you fuck your sister a lot, couldn't I Mina? Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I certainly wouldn't complain about getting to fuck you more often, Klara. And I think my sister would like you. So do your best for my Master tomorrow, and maybe he will take you home with us!" Mina said, before unloading her balls into the tightest cunt she had ever fucked.
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Lord Karl, meanwhile, had begun to fuck Miss Gretchen in the missionary position, while assigning Miss Valerie to the task of putting on a strap on and pounding the ass of Miss Penny, the cross dressed mouse houseboy.
The 15 year old bunny maid that Karl was fucking had been training with Lord Roderick for three years now, and her skills were fairly good. But what Lord Karl really appreciated about her was that the species size difference made the child as tight as most of his ten or eleven year old canine or vixen maids. He began to think that he should consider training a few smaller species girls himself, provided he could find some who were up to the challenge of being stuffed by his big cock. It might help him to resist the urge to recruit girls who were younger than ten. But then again, it could also make him desire younger, tighter girls that much more.
"Your skills have improved, Gretchen," he said, as he turned her around and thrust into her again from behind, doggy-style. "You're enjoying your training here, I take it?"
"Oh yes, Master!" the bunny replied. "I have a loving girlfriend here among the maids, and a master who is teaching me so many fun and sexy things to do! I'm very happy here. But it sure is fun to serve you occasionally! I just love that big knot, though I don't think I could take it on a regular basis. But your cock is so wonderfully huge! "
"And your cunt is wonderfully tight, my dear. And about to get very wet," Lord Karl replied, as he came inside the girl. While he waited for his knot to diminish, he said, "Penny, be a good girl and lick Valerie now to get her ready. You can do that much with a girl for me, can't you? And as a reward, when I pull out of Gretchen, you can lick all my cum out of her cunt as well."
"I can do that, Master," the cross-dressed gay boy replied. "You know, sometimes I wish I really *was* a girl. I prefer havin' sex with boys and men, but I like being the passive one who serves them a lot more than I like doing the fucking. When school starts up again, I'm gonna try living as a girl all the time, at school and here at the mansion, and see how I like it."
"Well, if that idea appeals to you, then you might be transgender and straight, and not really gay," Lord Karl said. "If you begin to feel strongly that you want to live the rest of your life as a girl, your Master could approve the necessary hormone therapy and surgeries to make that happen. My foundation would pay for it. We haven't had a maid go through a sex change with us yet, but there's a first time for everything."
"Thank you, Master. I'll think about that," Penny replied, before shoving her face into Valerie's crotch and beginning to lick the other girl's wet folds.
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Elsewhere in the mansion, with no other claims on his time for the evening, Lord Roderick's youngest houseboy, Remiel, sought out his 12 year old otter girlfriends, Kate and Farah. The white furred 10 year old otter boy knocked on their door, and heard a muffled reply from within.
Almost two minutes later, one of the twin girls, Farah, answered the door. She was naked except for a very large canine strap-on dildo, which was quite wet with lube. "Hi Remiel! Come on in! I've been helping my sister to get ready for her session with Lord Karl tomorrow."
"Thanks," Remiel said as he entered the room and closed the door behind him, and looked around. "Dang that thing is big!"
"Same size as our stud dog guest," Farah said. "Kate's been managing to take it pretty well now for the last two days." She stepped up behind her sister and slapped her on the ass.
Farah's twin sister, Kate, was bent at the waist over the foot board of their bed, with her ankles tied to the legs of the bed and her wide-spread feet on the floor, and her hands tied to the corner posts of the headboard. The end of her thick rudder tail had been tied to a collar on her neck, holding it up and exposing her genitals completely. Her cunt was gaping wide, obviously having recently been stuffed with the dildo her twin sister wearing. Remiel hardly had time to take all of that in before Farah plunged the dildo back into her sister, cramming all eleven inches of the two inch thick shaft with a three inch knot all the way in on the first thrust, and causing her sister to groan audibly when the knot popped inside her cunt. "Kate told me that Lord Karl also accepted you to serve him tomorrow, Remiel," Farah said. "Want me to pound your cute little butt tonight as well, to get you ready for him?"
"Uhhhh, yeah. But I dunno if I can take that big of a dildo up my butt yet," the otter boy replied.
"I have several sizes of them, starting with a bit bigger and longer than our Master Roderick, and increasing a little with each one, until we get up to this monster," Farah replied. "Hope you can take this one by tomorrow. I know I couldn't do it myself, but it would be a real shame to have access to a cock that big, and not be able to handle it."
"Ohhhh, it's wonderful!" Kate moaned. "Still hurts when she crams that big fat knot inside me or yanks it out, but a real dog's cock should make the knot after it's inside us. If I can do it, you can, Remiel! We'll practice all night if we have to, okay?"
"Well, I gotta try," Remiel replied, taking off all his clothes and heading for the girls' bathroom. "I'll get my butt greased up, and you can do me when you're ready."
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When the otter boy came back into the twins' bedroom, Kate had the huge strap on dildo crammed into her cunt to the hilt, with the empty harness dangling from it, and Farah was sliding an only slightly smaller vibrating dildo up her twin's ass. "Almost ready for you," Farah said. "There are three smaller strap-ons on the dresser. Pick the one you want me to start with."
Remiel selected a nine inch long, smoothly tapered dildo with no knot, which started at about an inch in diameter near the tip, and was two inches in diameter at the base. "This one should be good for making sure I can take the shaft, at least," he said, handing it to Farah. The other two were both canine shaped, one with an inch and three quarter thick shaft and a two and a quarter inch knot, and the other was larger - about halfway between that one and the one that was crammed into Kate's cunny.
Farah stepped into the harness and adjusted it, saying, "Yeah, this one should at least get you ready for the extra half inch of thickness you'll need to be able to handle for his shaft, compared to taking our master's cock up your backside. And it's two inches longer than Lord Roderick, but not as long as Lord Karl. Why don't you see if you can swallow something that size first, before I lube it up and put it in your ass?"
"Okay," the otter boy said, dropping to his knees in front of the otter girl and taking the somewhat flexible dildo into his mouth. He got it good and wet with his saliva, then did his best to swallow the tapered end of the thing into his throat. He'd had enough practice by now that his gag reflex wasn't an issue, but he had never before had anything that thick going all the way into his throat. He got about three quarters of it into his mouth before he had to back off, coughing and breathing hard.
"Give him a little of the brandy our Master gave us, to soothe the soreness in his throat," Kate suggested. "That helped a lot for me, when I was trying to swallow that one. You can do it, Remiel! I know you can! Try again."
"I will. Thanks," Remiel said. He accepted a sip of the brandy, coughing a bit as the liquor went down. He wasn't at all used to drinking yet, but he had to admit the stuff did make his throat feel a bit more numb. After handing the glass of booze back to Farah, he tried again, and this time bumped his pink nose against the leather harness that held the dildo to the girl's slender hips.
"Good boy! Now let's see if you can handle that one under your tail. Will you be serving Lord Karl as a boy or as a girl?" Farah asked.
"As a boy. I wanna be able to pretend I'm Kate's brother for him. Didja know that the houseboy he brought with him has knocked up his own sister? Will's little sis is a maid too, and she has her brother's baby in her belly!" Remiel commented, as he got on his hands and knees, turned around, and raised his thick tail.
"That's so cool! Maybe you'll be able to knock up one of your own sisters some day, you naughty boy! Here goes!" Farah replied, easing the tapered dildo into the boy's tight but well-lubed butt. It took a few thrusts for him to relax enough, but eventually she got most of it into his ass on each thrust. "How does that feel?" she asked.
"Freaking huge!" Remiel replied. "Oh geeze, an' that still isn't close to how big Lord Karl is, right?"
"Well, no, not from what we've been told," Farah said. "But the base of this one is about as thick as his shaft. Lemme see if I can get the big one up your butt now." She pulled out, took off the harness she was wearing, and tugged the bigger dildo out of her sister's cunt.
"OOHFFF! Be careful! You almost turned me inside out!" Kate shouted. But her body shuddered and she twitched as she had an intense orgasm. "Oh! Oh my! That hurt, but wow! I really came, too!"
"Sorry sis," Farah said, as she put the bigger dildo on her hips and snugged down the harness straps. "I figured it went in easy enough. I didn't think you'd tighten up around the knot as much as you did." She leaned over and licked her sister's gaping cunt until Kate climaxed again, then turned her attention back on Remiel.
"Erfff! Dang that's big!" the otter boy said as he was penetrated. It felt like she was thrusting a whole baseball bat up his ass, but soon he felt the dildo's knot slapping against his rectum.
"Well, that's about eight inches of a two inch thick dildo, Remiel," Farah said, as she continued pounding the boy's ass. "Doesn't look likely I can get the knot into you though. Still, even if you can't take the knot popping in and out like Kate can, once you're used to having \_this\_monster under your tail, you'll be able to please Lord Karl well enough." She pulled it out for a moment and looked at his gaping butt hole, then plunged it back in again.
"Y-yeah. But I may need a diaper tonight. Geeze! It feels like my ass is open so wide it's never gonna be able to close up again," he replied, as he felt a current of cool air blowing into his temporarily wide open ass.
"Nah, you won't need a diaper," Kate insisted. "I didn't. Not even when she left me gaping wide open at the end of the night. Had ta poop several times during the night, the first time, but my butt closed up soon enough. Do my ass next, sis. Knot and all!"
"Be patient! We have all night. And I want to cum too, okay?" Farah said. "It's fun humping both of you, but I want Remmy to suck my cunt next."
Swiss Mix - Chapter 580 By DoggyStyle57, March 2017
This chapter was sponsored by fuzzywolf123 at SoFurry
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July 10th, 2010 (Saturday night) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
Lord Karl von Bernerholdt was quite enjoying his visit to Lord Brian Roderick's mansion, and the 'hospitality' of his long time friend's young maids in training. The old squirrel, who at 42 was ten years younger than Karl, was the second generation of the Roderick family to become a patron and training Master in Lord Karl's maid scholarship program. Almost 26 years ago, when Lord Karl formally created the maid scholarship program, Lord *Ian* Roderick, Brian's father, has partnered with Karl in setting up their mansions to train underage girls to become 'French maids'. Karl's political connections, and both families ties to the Swiss military intelligence organizations, had lessened the risk involved in training under aged girls to be sexual servants, and not just housekeepers. Over the years, key law enforcement and government officials had either been seduced into complicity in the sexual shenanigans, or otherwise encouraged to turn a blind eye to the operations. After all, the children were all voluntarily participating in their training, and greatly benefited from the scholarships they received, as well as the training they publicly were given. And as the likelihood of legal problems lessened, the Masters in the program had slowly become more bold in how young their scholarship trainees were when they started their sexual training. What has started with sixteen year old girls who didn't necessarily get sexually active until after their eighteenth birthdays had now escalated to deflowering ten year old girls, within weeks or even days after their induction into the program.
The three children happily sharing Karl's bed tonight were a good example of the current trainees. He had just finished fucking a 15 year old bunny girl, who was now enjoying having Karl's cum licked out of her cunt by a 10 year old mouse boy dressed like a girl. And now Karl was fucking a delightful 13 year old mink girl, who had contorted herself into an uncomfortable looking position where he could fuck her from behind, while her head and shoulders were tucked down between her own legs so she could lick at her own clitoris and Karl's shaft as it plunged in and out of her tight young cunt!
"This is a delightful trick, Miss Valerie!" Karl said admirably. "I have one girl at my own mansion who can contort herself enough to lick her own cunt, as you can. I'll have to see if I can try this with her, when I get home." He refrained from mentioning that the girl he had in mind was his legitimate, nine year old daughter, Heidi, and that so far she was only allowed to participate in oral and anal sex. But he could easily imagine his sweet daughter happily licking her own still virginal cunt and her daddy's heavy balls, while he fucked her ass with equal enthusiasm! He could hardly wait until Heidi's tenth birthday next February, when his inheritance could finally be settled, and he and his son could fuck little Heidi as much as she wanted them to. The thought of that much anticipated fucking session with his legitimate son and daughter tipped him over the edge, and he groaned and came inside the mink girl, tightly knotted with her and pumping squirt after squirt of his sticky juices deep into the child's cunt.
"Do you want to fuck me again Master?" Gretchen asked, as the bunny girl petted the head of the 'girl' who was eating her out. "Or is it time for you to fuck little Penny's ass?"
"Penny can lick my cream out of Valerie as soon as I can get my knot out of her, and I think I'll go one more time with each of you older girls before I tuck my cock under the mouse's tail. I'm good for at least five times in a night, and I don't like switching back to oral or vaginal sex right after fucking someone's ass," Karl replied. "On the second go around, I want to eat each of you out after I fill you, and then Penny will get her turn. Whoever isn't serving me can keep fucking Penny's ass with the strap-on to keep her ready for me."
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In Lord Roderick's bedchamber, he had carefully washed off his cock after fucking the ass of Karl's houseboy, Will Steiner, and allowed the boy to remove his wig and makeup and girl clothes and resume acting like a boy. While the old squirrel lay on his back with his cock plunging into Miss Klara's ass, Will Steiner got to fuck the mouse girl from in front, filling her with two cocks at once.
"Oh wow! This is fantastic! Knot me again, lover boy!" Klara said enthusiastically. The more she got fucked by Will's big canine cock and his fat knot, the more she was certain that she wanted to get even more canine fucking in her life. And there was only one way she would get her wish fulfilled - by transferring to Lord Karl's care and having the handsome 52 year old stud dog become her Master! She just hoped she was able to handler the bigger dog's even larger cock! Her cunt was incredibly sore from being stretched past its prior limits, but it felt so good every time Will knotted her that the little mouse girl just couldn't stop. As long as he didn't tear her tight little mouse cunt wide open and make her bleed, she would take everything he had to give!
"I can't believe how tight you are, but you seem to be handling me okay," Will said. "I can feel my tip poking at your cervix, like it's trying to get into your womb. It's like a little mouth deep inside you, nibbling at the tip of my cock. Can you feel it?"
"Y-yeah. It kinda hurts, each time you poke into me there, but its okay. I guess when your Master fucks me, he'll hafta go right through my cervix and into my womb, if he's gonna get it all in me and knot me. Has he ever done that before with a tiny girl? Poked his cock right into her womb? Did it harm her to do it?" Klara asked.
"I'm pretty sure he has, and I don't think he's ever hurt a girl that way, no. I know he holds back when he fucks my little sister, because he doesn't wanna poke into her pregnant womb and cause a miscarriage. So he must know he can get his cock that deep in a girl if she isn't preggers," Will replied.
"I can tell you that he *has* womb-fucked a girl, yes," Lord Roderik added. "There was another mouse girl who trained here, years ago, and who loved big canine cocks as much as you do. He thrust his cock all the way into her womb every time he fucked her. She said the first time it hurt just like losing her virginity all over again, but after the first few times, her inner muscles got used to allowing the intrusion, and she loved the feeling of his seed spilling directly into her womb, and seeing her belly swell as he thrust so deep inside her. I'm sure he's done it many times since then with the younger girls in his care, considering he beds some of them as young as ten years old."
"Then he should be able to do that with me? Poke me harder, Will, and see if you can get it that deep! I wanna be able to take every inch of your master's big, beautiful doggie cock when I fuck him tomorrow!" Klara insisted.
"Your wish is my command, pretty mousie!" Will replied. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them up until her knees were by her shoulders, and thrust as deep and as hard as he could.
"OHHH! That went deeper, all right! Ahhhh! Oh heck! Keep trying!" Klara cried out. She fought back tears as she willed herself to get past the pain of having her young womb opened up for the first time. Her Master was right. It hurt like losing her cherry had hurt, maybe worse. But she could feel it going deeper with each thrust, and she seemed to think the pain was getting less. "I... can... do this!" she insisted.
"Y-yeah. It's getting in there now. Wow! I don't think I've ever fucked a girl that deep. It feels really great! Unbelievably tight! You.. You're crying? I'm not hurting you too much, am I? Should I stop?" Will asked, pulling back out of her halfway.
"D-don't you dare stop!" Klara shouted. Pulling him closer with both hands. "I handled every inch of you plus your knot the first time, and I can handle this deeper position too. I have to, if I wanna please your Master! Keep fucking me like that! Cum right inside my womb, and don't mind my tears. Half of it's just 'cause I am so happy that I should be able to take your Master like this, okay? Happy tears."
Lord Roderick hugged Klara from behind as his cock began to spurt into her rectum. He could feel every one of Will's thrusts into the girl's cunt, and loved the feeling. But he cautioned her, "Such a good girl. But don't try too much, too fast! You won't please Lord Karl tomorrow if you are too sore to serve him, now will you? I do believe you can do it, just as my mouse girl so many years ago managed to serve him. It is a rare mouse that can take such a big cock, but I think you may be such a girl. Now take it slowly, my child. We have all night."
"Yes Master," Klara said. "But try some more, Will, please? I promise, if it hurts too much, I'll tell you."
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July 11th, 2010 (Sunday Morning) - Roderick Mansion, Bern, Switzerland.
Remiel woke up feeling like he *really* needed to use the toilet. Then he remembered he had fallen asleep with a two and a quarter inch diameter, five inch long, carrot-shaped butt plug crammed into his ass! Kate was asleep beside him, with a similar but larger three inch diameter plug in *her* ass. Her twin sister, Farah, was on his other side, with an inch and a half diameter vibrator weakly buzzing in her cunt - the batteries almost exhausted from being left running all night. The otter twins had tried all night to fit a larger dildo or butt plug into Remiel's tail hole, but the one he had in his ass now was the biggest one he had been able to handle. It had been well past midnight when they all collapsed on the bed in an exhausted heap.
The otter boy carefully climbed over Kate and got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. His cock was stiff and hard, and when he squatted over the toilet and tugged on the butt plug to remove it, he was afraid at first that it was stuck and wouldn't come out at all! When it finally popped free, the pain made his eyes cross, and the intense sensations made him cum all over the floor between his feet. He collapsed on the toilet seat, with his legs too weak to stand, as he tossed the slippery silicone butt plug into the sink across from him, to wash when he was off the toilet.
"Wow... that was intense," he said quietly to himself. He used the toilet and was relieved to find that when he wiped up, his tail hole was no longer gaping wide open, and in spite of the pain, there was no blood. But he was still a *lot* looser back there than he was used to. It took no effort at all to slip three fingers into his ass now, even without fresh lube. But he could feel his butt slowly returning to its normal tight pucker - sore, but no longer gaping open.
He staggered back into the twins' bedroom and gathered up all the other used sex toys that were not still in use, and took them to the bathroom to wash them off. Lord Roderick insisted that after any sex session where toys were used, every toy had to be completely washed of with hot water and antiseptic soap, before it was put away to be used again. This was especially important with any dildo or butt plug that had been in anyone's ass, no matter how well hey had cleaned themselves out back there before doing anal sex play. No one wanted to get an infection from sharing a sex toy that hadn't been properly disinfected. And, well... you never knew *where* that toy might end up next! The dildo that had been used in your ass last night might be what you were expected to use to practice deep throat with the next day! So it paid to keep all the sex toys clean.
Remiel was almost done washing the assorted dildos and butt plugs when Kate stumbled into the bathroom and squatted over the toilet, repeating Remiel's actions from earlier, as she removed her even larger plug from her ass.
"Oh shit!" she murmured. "Did anyone get the license numbers of the trucks that got parked in my ass and vagina last night? I feel like I've repeatedly been fucked in both holes with a telephone pole."
"Hand me that thing, and I'll wash it," Remiel offered. "I have most of the other toys cleaned off already. I know how you feel. Hurt a lot when I removed the plug from *my* ass, it did. I still wanna try serving Lord Karl, but I'm glad we won't hafta do it every day."
"Same here. I mean, it's gonna be wild to have such a huge cock inside me. But I don't think I'll want to be fucking anything that big on a regular basis. I prefer a cock the size of yours, thanks. Your cock is a really nice fit inside me," Kate said, smiling at the younger otter boy and handing him the butt plug.
"Might not be such a nice fit after Lord Karl has reamed you out, sis," Farah said from the doorway, as she handed her vibrator to Remiel to wash. "And thanks for cleaning the toys Remmy. Last night you two both took stuff in her cunt and both your asses that I would never want to try to fit inside mine. I still think you're both a little crazy, wanting to fuck someone with a cock that big. I mean, he's almost as big as a fucking stallion! But it's *you* that's gonna be sore after he's done reaming you out, not me."
"I checked with the senior maid when I got the bigger toys, and she assured me that doing it a few times with a larger partner shouldn't 'ruin' any of us," Kate said. "Cora knows some exercises we can do later to get tight again if we need to. 'Kegel' something or other, I think she said. Ladies that have had a baby do 'em to get tight again. But she says it helps with a loose butt too."
"That's good to know," Remiel said. "Thanks for checking on that."
"When does Lord Karl want to see you two?" Farah asked.
"Right before lunch, I think," Kate replied. "Last I heard, he was gonna try and do it with little Klara right after breakfast. As tough as it's been for us to get ready, I can't imagine what it's gonna be like for someone as small as her. She's gonna look like a white Popsicle on his stick, if he crams that big cock of his into her tiny body. Bet he could stand up and have her stuck on his shaft like a condom, without even needing to hold her up!"
"Well, I just hope she doesn't hurt herself," Farah said. "Now let's get our showers and get ready for breakfast."
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Will Steiner woke up with little Klara sucking his cock. Lord Roderick was still asleep beside them on the bed.
The young mouse looked up and whispered, "Fuck me again, Will, please? I want some more of that big doggie cock!"
"Shouldn't we suck off your Master first, and see what he wants us to do?" Will asked.
"I already *tried* sucking his cock. Didn't even make him stop snoring. He's out like a light, and didn't get hard at all. We really wore him out last night," she replied with a grin.
"Well, I guess we can, okay. But let's do it on the floor beside the bed, so we don't wake him up by making the bed jiggle," Will suggested.
"Okay!" Klara whispered. She got on her hands and knees, raised her furless tail, and said, "See if you can poke it into my womb again. I really wanna be ready for Lord Karl to fuck me that deep."
"Okay, if you're sure," Will replied, as he got behind her and mounted her. She was still really tight, but he slipped right into her wet cunt. "Dang! So damned tight! You're sure I'm not hurting you?"
"I like how it feels. Keep it up, lover," Klara insisted, gritting her teeth as he poked at her cervix again.
Will pushed and poked at her, but couldn't get deep enough in that position. "Can't do it like this. Roll over on your back, and raise your legs," he said as he pulled out of her.
"Mumm kay," she replied.
He held her ankles and thrust into her again, and this time was rewarded with that strange nibbling sensation as his tip probed her womb's opening. "That's better. Feels like it's going in easier now. You doing okay?"
"Y-yeah..." the little mouse insisted, closing her eyes as she fought back her tears. It still hurt, but maybe not as bad this time? She tried to tell herself it was getting better, as he began to slip in and out of that tight internal pucker. And once he was all the way in and her cervix didn't need to open any wider, it *did* seem to get better. "T-there it goes. Y-you're ... in there ... now. Ohhh\_fuck\_ that's deep!"
They heard the bed squeak as Lord Roderick rolled over to the edge to watch them. "Keep going, my children," he said affably. "I'll need the bathroom before I require you this morning. Looks like you're in her womb, eh? How is it? I've never been able to get deep enough in a girl to do that. I'd probably have to try fucking a five year old to pull that off."
"Her womb is very tight, and feels really good, Sir," Will replied. "Tighter than any virgin I've ever fucked. Well, not that I have much to compare with there, since my little sis is the only real virgin I've *ever* fucked! But you get what I mean. She was already tighter than my sis, 'cause she's so small. And being inside her womb is so tight it almost hurts."
Lord Roderick sighed, and said, "Well, enjoy it for me, eh? And try to still be hard when I come back out of the bathroom, will you? I'd like you to fuck my ass this morning, young man."
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When the old squirrel returned, Will and Klara were on the bed again, in a sixty-nine, and Will was lapping his own mess out of the mouse girl's cunt. His cock was in her mouth, and she was gently sucking on it to keep him nice and hard, but not enough to make him cum again.
Lord Roderick got on the bed beside them on his hands and knees, and raised his bushy tail invitingly. "Have at it, my boy. Show me why our mouse here likes dog cocks so much. Go ahead and knot me, and fuck me as hard as you can, lad."
"Yes sir!" Will replied. He got into position and eased into the old squirrel's well-greased ass. His butt wasn't quite as tight as Klara's tiny cunt, and after a few strokes Will managed to get his full length into the old guy's ass.
"Ahhhh! Yes, it certainly is a fine, big cock you have!" Lord Roderick said happily. "Don't hold back, my boy! Give me all you've got!"
"Yes Master!" Will said, as he started humping faster and harder. Soon the whole bed was shaking. "Hard enough for you, sir?"
Klara moved around to watch her Master getting fucked from beside Will, while fingering her own cunt with four fingers slipping into her vagina at once. "Wow! You're fucking him harder than you did me! I'm jealous!"
"I didn't want to hurt you," Will said. "I figured he can take this. I'll do you harder next time, if I get to fuck you again."
"You're doing fine, my boy," Lord Roderick said. "Though I'd love to have Klara sucking my cock at the same time. Can you tear yourself away from watching me getting reamed to do that, my dear? You'll have an even better view looking up past my balls, while I fuck your pretty mouth."
"Of course, Master!" Klara said, squirming under him and taking his cock into her mouth. She kept finger fucking herself, and soon had her whole hand stuffed into her cunt, for only the second time in her life. Her orgasm washed over her just as her master flooded her mouth with his creamy load.
Hearing the others climax, Will stopped holding back, and released his own load deep into the old squirrel's bowels, knotting firmly up the Lord's ass. "Unghhhh! That was great! Thank you, sir!"
"It is I who should thank you, my boy!" Lord Roderick insisted. "Never had such a big one up my ass before. That was quite the experience!"
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In Lord Karl's room, he awoke with a bunny girl on one side of him, a mink girl on the other, and the cross-dressed mouse boy 'Penny' under the blankets and between his legs, eagerly sucking on Lord Karl's cock.
"That feels very nice, Penny," Lord Karl said. "I enjoy having a girl wake me up with a blow job. Keep going and swallow as much as you can."
"Mumm, good morning Master," Gretchen murmured, as the bunny girl woke up. "Sorry I wasn't awake before you. But you really wore us out last night. You're such a stud! That doggie cock of yours is something else!"
"That's fine. You and Valerie can shower and go to breakfast if you like," Lord Karl said. "I have three more children to sample before I go home this afternoon, so I should save my strength this morning, to fully enjoy them. If you want more dog cock this morning, I'm sure my houseboy Will would be happy to play with you."
"Awwww. All right, Master Karl. We did please you though, right?" Gretchen asked.
"Of course you did," Lord Karl insisted. "But even a stud dog can only cum so many times in one morning, and it wouldn't be fair to your fellow maids and houseboys if I let you three wear me out too soon, now would it? Don't worry, I'll give your Master a glowing report of your talents."
"Thank you, Master," the bunny said, as she got out of bed.
"Mumph. I heard that too," the sleepy mink on the other side of Lord Karl said. "Remember to ask my Master about a get together with me and my parents and your kids, okay Sir? I'd really like to do that some time."
"So would I, dear child," Lord Karl said. "I'll talk to him, and see what we can arrange, when my kids return around Spring Break. Now go get your shower, and return to your duties."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Valerie replied, as she got up and followed the other maid into the shower.
Lord Karl laid back and enjoyed Miss Penny's oral skills, until he flooded her throat with his seed. Then he and the mouse boy took their turn in the shower, and they all went to breakfast.
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Commission: King of Lust Tournament Part 4 by dracologist
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#4 of Lord of Lust Tournament With his lover abducted by the the dark Lord of Lust it's up to R'Jarr to fight through guards to rescue him while Hasani is made to survive "The Pit". Come and see the hot, dominant action. Hasani, R'Jarr, and supporting characters (c) Hasani - **Lord of Lust
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[
"Anal",
"Bat",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Demon",
"Demon hunter",
"Domination",
"Elephant",
"Fight",
"Lord of lust",
"Oral",
"Phant",
"R'Jarr",
"Sex",
"Solbok",
"Submission",
"hasani"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148131-commission-king-of-lust-tournament-part-4
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**Lord of Lust Tournament Part 4**
The muscular, hot, powerful demon slayer known only as Hasani had found himself in a bit of a situation. One of his greatest enemies had come to him with an offer that would give the demon back his powers, would grant him his rank amongst demons once more, and all he had to do was help him win a domination tournament with this handsome elephant as his companion. It had been a sultry, amazing experience, the so many ways that he could be bound, that he could be used, that he could be bent to the very will of that demon had left the grey pachyderm worn out, but feeling the passion for his lover that he'd never felt before. Even now as he was pulled down the length of these halls, a blindfold over his eyes to keep him from seeing anything, he could feel the occasional hand that gripped his thick rump, that rubbed over his eager crotch and played with the dark hair that covered his chest. He wasn't just being lead, he was being tested, he was being handled, he was being investigated, and only left his thick member danging down between his knees to swing to and fro as it stiffened little by little.
"You'll never get away with kidnapping me, Solbok. R'Jarr will come for me." The demanding voice called out in protest, insisting that whatever this black bat had planned his scheme was over before it even begun.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Hasani," That deep lordly voice spoke clearly into his large ears, "I want you to listen for a moment, I want you to hear what's below you and think about thing for a second."
This phant might not be able to see with his blindfold on, but he could feel and what he could feel with his toes was a very sudden drop with just a half step forward. He could hear the lusty calls from down below, creatures looking up at him like some kind of play toy that they could enjoy until he broke. It was clear that these were people, that they were beasts, but broken or fixed, mindless or intelligent there was one very clear truth. Hasani wasn't expected to last very long down there. He couldn't see with the blindfold on but he could smell the stench of constant never-ending sex, the very smell of demons living within this orgy pit for no reason other than to feel their minds break and their bodies pleasured to a point of no return. There were no longer any of them there with thoughts of escape and some failed to have thoughts at all as all eyes turned up to the mortal demon hunter. Hands reaching up to him eagerly to want to feel what kind of unique pleasure that could rise from his handsome and amazing body.
There was no telling how many demons were down there, but if he had to guess he'd say that it had to be dozens. These voices called up to him at once, beckoning him to join them, to step forward, to show them how good his hot tunnel and throat would feel around their meaty monster cocks, and it was with a soft cheer that Solbok gripped the back of his neck to hold him tight as he leaned Hasani forward so that the balls of his feet rolled over across that edge and threatened to allow him to drop in any second. Those below got quickly more excited, prepared themselves for Hasani to fall in, but for now the phant remained where he was as he listened to the heavy breathing from below, the mindless beasts and still half-broken minds all looking to partake in this handsome creature while their bat master continued to tease him, and inadvertently them as well. None dared to yell up at him, though, none brave enough to speak to their lord and demand that the pachyderm be dropped. All knowing better and not one brave enough to cross that line if they valued their unbroken mind which in this place could change in an instant at Solbok's very will.
"You can hear them all, I know you can. This is my sex pit, Hasani, and I can drop you down there for as long as I want. Keep in mind that no mortals have ever lasted long in this pit, but I like you. I think you're sexy, and I'm willing to give you an out on this." Solbok leaned in closer, smiling at the side of Hasani's face, "If you want to avoid this pit then submit yourself to me, give your very will to me and I'll will make you the most comfortable creature in all of these underworlds."
The phant growled, his strong arms straining against the guards that held him so tightly. Every movement that he made was pulled back, restrained by these demons that held him close. Yes, he could hear those down below, he could feel himself about to fall in, but he trusted in his lover, in his companion, and knew that as a demon hunter he could withstand much of the worst that was in this pit. The sound of his voice spoke out softly, willing to believe that Solbok was still somewhere in close range of him as that blindfold continued to hold snug around his face, "It's going to be so much fun watching R'Jarr beat you into place."
"Hmmm, holding out for hope. I can get behind that." The bat said, moving around to the other side of that phant's body, "It's just a shame that by the time he gets here there won't be anything of you left for save."
It was with one single shove the square of Hasani's back that would force the phant forward, would pull his arms free from the grip of the two guards and leave this phant tumbling forward over the edge of the pit.
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Hasani had fallen for a little bit, the pit had to be deep enough to house the number of demons of all sizes that were still within it. As he fell he knew that the landing would hurt, that he might even get a broken limb from how he was going to have to land, but when his body did crash down it would be onto a soft surface, something other than that hard stone floor. It was a bit of surprise that washed through him, but one that didn't stop him quickly reaching his hand up towards his blindfold to remove it. What he was expecting to look on at was the sight of a large number of demons circling around him, their eyes all locked on him, the open grins on their faces shining towards him in order to show their lustful and hungry intentions. What he saw instead was the large group of demons stepping back and a single massive golden dragon standing there with his head of horns rising from the crown of his head each in a twisted mangle. His size, his strength, his girth, it was almost like that of a great monster comparable to R'Jarr, but clearly this beast didn't have the manners or the capability that Hasani's lover showed him so very often.
This monster of a dragon stepped his way towards the phant, his tight scaled body swaying with every movement that his powerful figure took until that clawed foot came down right beside Hasani and his hand reached down for the demon hunter. It was clear who the alpha of this pit was, who was in charge down here besides Solbok. The one that got the best loving and the first dibs on anything new that happened to be thrown down at them. This dragon was clearly a creature of power, but had nothing even close to the regality that R'Jarr held at all times. Similar in shape, similar in size, and yet even Hasani could tell that this monster was nothing compared to the handsome beast that he'd fallen for. As this large, towering, beast of a creature reached his strong and powerful arm down towards Hasani to grip his digits around the back of the phant's head this pachyderm knew that he had nothing to fear even while those drooling lips folded into a horrifying grin.
"I'm going to enjoy stuffing you to the breaking point with my cream and then seeing what you really taste like." The deep, hollow voice rolled down like a snarl as the phant was made to look directly into that face.
As a thick tongue flowed from that blue maw the phant couldn't pull back, couldn't get away, and just when the juicy feeling rolled up over his lips, past his teeth, and over his own tongue this phant could feel his own member starting to shake, starting to stiffen, starting to grow. Even with this tongue rolling its way down his throat the phant knew that this was going to be his best chance to fight this dragon off, to show all of them that just because he was down here doesn't mean he was stuck with them, instead they were trapped down here with him. In almost an instant those pachyderm teeth would crush down on that tongue, forcing a loud call of pain from him while Hasani reached his hands up to take hold of those large horns. This beat was enormous, powerful, and dangerous, but Hasani didn't fear demons. This phant was a slayer of such beasts.
By the time this demon felt his tongue released Hasani was bringing his elbow up hard against the side of that dragon face, shaking the monster into a daze that left him defenseless. Hasani gripped down quickly on those golden horns, keeping them close in his hand while he stepped backwards. A jerking motion would force this dragon to arch himself forward, to grunt out deeply while he found his strong, powerful, and handsome scaled chest scrape against the stone floor. Every moment that this demon started to feel his daze fade he would find it returning instantly with the feeling a knee rise, an elbow swing, a fist crash, some kind of beating motion that would impact his skull to force it into returning. What looked like it would be a clear, one-sided, fight had proven to be just that, but instead of the golden beast having every advantage it was the grey demon hunter that was providing all of the pain. That golden body was down, his figure struggling to try and pick itself up only to have Hasani keep him in place.
"Ugh.. damn elephant. I'll tear you apart!" He'd roar out, putting on a brave showing even while Hasani moved to climb around his body, stepping over that shoulder to crush his heavy feet against this dragon's back.
This phant said nothing to him, just watching the demon while his grip on those horns would continue to lock down perfectly, but even this couldn't last forever and the pachyderm didn't plan to allow things to turn around. All of the others that had gathered around would gasp and step back quickly as they all heard the sound of a loud crack and snap echo through this pit, the sound of bones crunching one direction and then the next in a single motion that forced this dragon's entire body to tense up at one moment and then relax all at once in the next. It was clear to anyone that heard this sound that the dragon that typically ran this pit simply wasn't going to be getting back up. It was something that filled a lot of the demons with worry, with fear, but also with rage. How could a single mortal take down a golden demon like that? Everyone one of them knew what they needed to do about this, but who among them would make the first step, take all of the risk, in order to do it?
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The silence that fell over everyone as they were left locked in a state of amazement and non-belief left everyone in, and on top of, the pit to be frozen in place while Hasani looked on at them all. The look in his eyes showing that any one of them could be next if they even dared to come up after him, to try and mess with him at all. When his grey foot lifted to drop down from the golden flesh platform that he'd been standing on everyone else took a step back, giving this phant, this demon slayer, the space that he wanted without him even needing to ask for it. The very clear fear that he'd driven into them was something that was there to stay now and this large elephant wasn't about to let them forget it anytime soon.
Solbok was far less intimidated by this show, by this sudden murder of his pit boss, the event was surprising, but nothing that he couldn't do himself if he ever desired to. The deep growl in the depths of the bat's voice echoed through the area, touching on all pit slaves down below and turning their heads towards him. His stance remained high over the others, keeping himself with a regal look as his full chest was held stiff under the thick fur that covered it, that strong body displaying itself expertly and washing away the fear that Hasani had just pushed into the others down here. It was a showing of bravery, a thick message that he was the one in charge here and that this followers, his slaves, his people within this pit had nothing to fear from a mortal as long as he still had the power of his title coursing through him.
"Go," he told all of them, pointing his dark finger down to the phant, "restrain him and bring him before me."
The order was clear and while everyone had been hesitating before there was no longer any hesitation to these people as they all rushed in at once. Hasani swung quickly, feeling his knuckles crash against the solid body of one of them and even watching them drop down to the ground while another reached up to take hold of his wrist, and even different one reaching up to grab at his other elbow. More and more of these demons would pile in, taking him, holding his different parts so that as they dragged his struggling figure across the stone ground of this pit there was nothing he could do except follow along with their approach and find himself forced down on his knees below the towering bat.
Hasani looked up to the demon lord that had thrown him down here, watching him closely as those wings spread behind that dark body and caught the air as he sunk down towards the pachyderm's subdued body. There was a clear smile on Solbok's lips, the sight of him grinning down at this demon hunter all until his feet touched on the ground below him left the phant struggling to break his outstretched arms free only to find them very secure against the demons that held tightly to him. The bat's hand gripped on something, holding an object that Hasani couldn't see and that alone worried him while the other dark hand reached down for his long, slender, meaty member. Fingers squeezed on the meat tunnel as the bat made sure to keep it nice and hard for him while that grin only darkened on his face.
"That was a nice tactic, Hasani, but what you don't realize is the loyalty that true fear can put into demons. The fear you made was only temporary and trust me when I say that by the end of this that fear is going to be mine was well... Unless, of course, you're ready to submit to me."
The offer for him to submit once again left Hasani narrowing his gaze, his body tensing up and his figure arching just enough so that he could spit at this demon lord, the arch of it leaving the droplet hitting the man in his chest where he'd wipe it away quickly and then simply nod. Hasani wasn't ready to surrender himself just yet, that was fine, Solbok had the confidence to believe that the pit would be able to change his mind about how the phant saw this bat, but it was going to take time for him to be able to realize the pleasure that came with belonging to the dark demon. Solbok could leave him down here for days, weeks, months, years even and it would be a blink of an eye to him, but this bat wasn't the most patient of creatures and wanted this phant as his sooner rather than later. The thing that he had gripped in his hand wiggled, it squirmed, it bent and twisted, but until his other hand rolled to the tip of Hasani's dick there wasn't going to be any telling of exactly what it was. When he held onto that head the phant was made to moan, made to feel pleasure against his will from the tight grip that held him, but that pleasure soon turned to a bit of fear when the first hand finally opened to show some wiggling slug-like creature flailing itself about.
The movement of it alone showed it's desire to escape from the bat who gripped it and so when it was presented with an escape route in the form of a fleshy tunnel of a cum tube this thick slug slid down towards it. The whipping motion bending around the tightness of it, stretching it, forcing Hasani's eyes to widen and his voice to call out in a thundering wave of both pain and pleasure. The stretching alone was enough to make most pass out, but soon that pain was gone and instead the very visible movement of this slug crawling it's way deeper and deeper down that cock left the already panting phant to feel his body tighten, his breath shatter, and his entire figure go through the entire motion of a hard, forced, orgasm though not even a drip came through. There was no release, no rest, no ending to that climax so as it subsided Hasani gained the feeling as though it hadn't happened at all, as if his orgasm had been completely denied. When the slug got to the base of his shaft it would rest there, remaining perfectly in place now that it was safe from the hand of Solbok who only smiled to the panting and shaking body of that once strong demon slayer.
"We'll just leave that in there to make sure that you don't waste anymore of your cum while my pit servants here make sure that you're well tended to."
"You..ugh..." Hasani couldn't even talk now that his body felt like it was in an constant need for release, the sensation that his body simply couldn't cum was torture, but in so many ways it got him that much hotter, that much more in need to be finished off.
Even this bat had to chuckle at the failed sentence flowing from the phant's lips, his steps taking him away from Hasani so that he could look over his once very powerful pit boss and simply pick the massively muscular golden beast up with a single hand. The swing of that arm would bring that body around as he threw it over the fence to a pin around the center of this pit. The pin itself was pretty flimsy in design but once the body was thrown in the raging hunger of the feral beasts inside would pounce on it as a new meal that they were being given. These were creatures that even the pit slaves didn't tend to deal with as it was nearly impossible to tell when they were simply hungry or very horny. This bat would calm one of those desires, wanting to build them up for the other once Hasani was softened up a bit more.
Those other demons here looked on at their master, continuing to hold the shuddering pachyderm in place with a look of confusion and worry. He hadn't given them an order yet and with an easy smirk the bat would spread his wings to push against the floor, lifting himself up into the air until those dark feet touched down above all of them once again. "By all means, my pets, have your way with him. Oh, and do try and be as creative as possible while you do it. When I next wish to speak with the phant I'll make sure to motion my desire to you all."
It was an order that all of them could get behind, that the large group of demons could enjoy. Their smiles showing brightly before all were turned down towards the phant who's arms they released instantly while surrounding him for their amusement.
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The deep tones of mixed laughter filled the pit as the sex slaves who lived down here closed in on their prey once again. The phant was in no condition at all to fight back as the thick and throbbing member of his dick felt the need to release even now only to have it be denied as the blocking slug that was put in prevented him from being able to release at all. The hot moaning tone of his voice echoed across the grinning faces of those that had come closer and wrapped their hands around his body. The goat looking creature of brownish red fur gripped his large, strong, and well muscled hands around Hasani's wrists leaving them to be pulled back quickly and suddenly so that as the phant grunted and groaned he could feel the sensation of that meaty shaft already rubbing along his large, pert, and well worked rear. The strong and massive build of this goat was met with the touch of gnarled horns that rose up and then straight backwards to fold past those large ears and make way for the thick mane of dark hair that rolled down the backside of his head. A wicked grin locked on his lips, but as he pressed his shaft in forward he could feel his much larger balls crush down against the big, but smaller pachyderm nuts that rested so easily between those thighs.
Hasani wouldn't just receive rear attention, his trunk taken into the powerful dark furred digits as pale white bones arched like spikes out of the knuckles and wrist. That long nose was quickly pressed straight into the damp and musky smell of those big, round, balls from this powerful and towering creature. The smile on his lips was permanent as the dino shaped skull shifted in place. A beak lined with razor-like teeth and a long pair of horns rose from the forehead into sharp points while spikes rolled down the back of the neck to jut out through the dark furred flesh. For a while Hasani was left smelling nothing but musk, every breath that he took was just another wave of that lusty sent to fill his lungs and leave him shivering in place. By the time his mouth opened the black dick found itself pressed against his lips, stretching his mouth, pulling his tongue free to lick the underside of that shaft and work it's way into the back of his throat. Every motion that was delivered was another hard thrust that brought these hips to tap and impact those lips while the scent of heated musk continued to fill this phant on every breath he was allowed to take.
The pachyderm was lost in his own mind, his brain filled with a daze that left him wanting nothing more than to shake and shudder to the amazing sensation of lusty need. Somewhere he believed that R'Jarr would find him, that his demon lover would save him, but for now all he knew for certain was that he wanted to feel the hard ramming shaft of a thick cock find its way inside of him. This wish was answered soon as that hard goat dick was pulled back, allowing him to feel every single inch of it rub between his meaty butt before that not even fully healed rear pucker was once again stretched out thanks to the sudden and immediate thrust that was delivered. The hitting force was enough to make Hasani buck forward, swallowing down the full length of that dick that was already in his throat while his raging meat beat between his knees, hitting them easily from as it swung side to side and left the demon hunter to grunt out like a cooing bitch in heat.
The sight of others closing in around him left the pachyderm turning his lust filled eyes to them, hands lifting on either side to rub and grind against presented cocks on demon breed that he didn't even know nor cared to identify. Already the pulsating feeling of the shaft down his throat would find itself pulled free, jerking itself back just enough that it would be locked in place by Hasani's lips so that when the hard gushing of rich, thick, potently scented demonic seed poured forth it would force his cheeks to puff out while the pachyderm struggled to swallow down as much of it as he could. Loud gulps filled this pit, but even that didn't stop the stream of heated cum from leaking down his chin to drip across his powerful chest and then the ground. It was a feeling that forced his dick to jerk, made it throb achingly, especially when this demon's member slipped from those lips to finish its long and thick spray across his now painted face.
Hasani's tongue continued to hang free, flapping against his own panting while the dick in his rear soon followed suit to dump its own hot load deep within the depths of that pachyderm body. This phant wasn't expecting the raging torrent of heated seed to gush inside of him, dumping wave after bubbling wave through his tight fleshy tunnel, but he also wasn't expecting it to start forcing that belly to swell just before it was pulled back and allowed to flow from that throbbing and stretched rear. The drizzle that remained ran down the inside of his thighs, coated across his balls and even drenched a line into the underside of his still stiff and beating cock that refused to allow him to release even the slightest drop of elephant seed.
As these two finished their short lived turn with the phant another came in easily to wrap his powerful and blue furred bovine arms around Hasani's body. No longer made to lean forward these hands would force this pachyderm to stand up so that the front of their bodies were bright together just before those large, meaty mitts could wrap around the underside of Hasani's thighs and lift him up. The feeling of the bull holding him close, the shaggy sensation of that fur against his own, the smell of this man rubbing against him left the lust drunk phant to moan deeply to the man that was holding him, arms even lifting up to wrap around the back of that blue neck as he whispered R'Jarr's name before realizing the color difference and feeling the sudden and immediate pressure of a rock hard bovine cock driving itself up into his tunnel, spreading it once more and leaving that meaty phant dick to grind against the powerful abs that were presented to him.
Those around him laughed, enjoying the sight of this bovine finding favor with the well worn phant that moaned out deeply through his aching cock. This bull reminded him of his lover, but the way that he'd be treated was far different than anything that R'Jarr would put this phant through. With a hand lifting, the touch flesh of his bovine grip came down quickly and immediately against the solid roundness of Hasani's butt, spanking him and forcing this elephant to jerk as the thickness of that hard cock continued to push roughly into his body. Hasani's tongue rolled out the side of his mouth, his breath staggering as his body jerked with every single solitary thrusting motion. His round balls folding around the bovine's base and crushing between their hips while the lifting and dropping motion of his own grey body ground his constantly throbbing member against those well toned, amazingly built abs. Hasani's eyes were made to roll into the back of his head, his neck leaning backwards and with a loud call he'd feel the tip of his own member crush down more against this demon's body as he was once again denied any kind of release which forced a loud moan from the depths of his lungs and his balls to swell that much more.
Those swollen nuts needed to cum, needed to leave that strain behind, but there was no relaxation for this phant while red fingers moved to wrap around the underside of his chin, forcing the pachyderm to start leaning back. What he could see was a beastly demon, a muscular monster that had to be Aztec, but that face was only shown to his for a small time as Hasani was given something else to focus his attention on. The feeling of that large cock being driven into his mouth forced his body to shudder, made him quiver in the sensation of need and lust as it flowed through his body. The two moved in unison, their bodies pushing in at once in order to sandwich the phant between them. Every hard impact slapped a one set of balls straight against his firm and round butt as the other set swung in quickly to beat against the underside of Hasani's grunt, impacting it hard enough that the phant's attention was forced to stay on him the entire time. Every deep thrust would stretch out his throat all over again, every heavy crushing motion widened his rear once more, but that wasn't even the worst of it as the pulsating motion of his own pachyderm dick would show his desire to cum while the block refused to allow it. Every beating motion of his rock hard dick surging pain up the tube and leaving Hasani to grunt loudly across the surface of that dick deep in his throat.
Already the throbbing meat in his throat caught his attention, the pulsating dick in his rear forced the phant to moan out loudly. The sensation that he was going to be filled again, that his sweaty body was going to receive a brand new coating of thick masculine cream left him to squirming with need. When the blue bovine pulled free from his depths that white sticky fluid flowed across his balls and belly, slathering him with a new rush of seed just before the dick buried deep within his mouth would release it's own cream to feed him another fresh supply. It was an amount that left Hasani's eyes widening, his body quaking, and his need to cum overwhelming him only to have that desire and pressure remain buried deep in his already aching balls. The sting grew even worse as the phant was made to grunt out.
They weren't done with him yet, clearly not even close, but as he was moved the phant's nearly limp body found itself propped up against the the extended dark hand of the bat who'd kidnapped him. The clear smile that wrapped around this evil monster's face showed that he was taking delight in the sight of Hasani slowly being tortured and broken, but now was a moment of rest for the pachyderm leaving him to look into those red eyes.
"This is the very tip of what is to come, Hasani. However, you can make it all end and be one of the most powerful beings in the entire underworld if you'll submit to me and be mine. What do you say? It can either get worse or better for you from this point." Solbok asked easily, his deep voice thundering while the phant was made to look right into his face.
"I...mmmm.. ugh.. I.. won't give in to you." Defiant as ever the pachyderm watched as the smile faded from that face, watched as that joy dropped away and the far more stern expression was left in its place.
As the lord sat up more in his seat he watched as the lower pit demons started to move in on the tired and fatigued body of the elephant he wanted as his own. "No," this bat would stop them, narrowing his gaze, "release the pit hounds. They'll have a good time breaking this demon hunter."
The look on everyone's face was that of shock, of surprise, of questioning judgment, but quickly they'd fall into place to rush out of the way so that the lesser among them could take on all of the dangers of handling the gate to release these beasts of pure instinct and sexual aggression.
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Solbok had taken everything from this crimson bovine. He'd taken his rank, his authority, his title, his power, and now he'd even taken his lover into the depths of this building. Rank, authority, and power were things that he could do without, there was nothing that he missed about such things, but to steal away his personal elephant and then drag away the greatly muscular red bull in order to throw him out of these tournament halls, that was something he simply wouldn't forgive. He could tell that these guards were straining to drag him away, where wearing themselves out by pulling him along the floor against his own weight, but now that they were both worn down R'Jarr would plant his hooved feet into the ground, would anchor himself hard against the stone slabbed floor in order to stop them both in their tracks. As they turned to look up at him the this bull would pull his arms out of their reach with a sudden and immediate jerk before turning to gaze right back at the two. It was instantly clear that they were in trouble, but before they could even call out for help to deal with this massive red monster those meaty hands would arch out to wrap around their heads in order to pin their mouths shut.
There were no sounds of cries, no calls of distress, not even the echoing tone of bodies dropping to the ground from the shadows that surrounded these halls, but instead this bovine would step out into the torch light and leave those two guards were he left them, in the condition and state that would remain a mystery to anyone until someone finally happened upon them, but by then this demon was going to be far away from here. It wasn't until he'd left those two behind that he realized he didn't ask for directions, that he didn't know where Hasani had been taken to which meant that sneaking down the hallway as the large, hulkish brute he was simply wasn't going to be enough.
As he marched through the torch-lit corridor this beast of a crimson bovine locked his sight on a single guard standing in front of a door at full attention, waiting for his chance to be relieved. A demon guard was one thing, but when you have a species that doesn't need to eat or sleep or anything else it made their guard duties last far longer than any normal mortal would guess was acceptable. The long, twisted spear at at the end of the shaft in his hand, his body coated in leather straps that crossed over his chest and a thick leather loin cloth that helped to protect his lower areas in case of any conflict that might come his way. When he turned his head to look on at the creature that was storming towards him that spear tip came down and his body turned to face that red monster of a bull only to have the blade of his weapon gripped at the base and snapped instantly in one hand while the other lifted quickly to wrap around this creature's throat. In a second the demon guard was lifted off of the ground, his hooved feet kicking and stretching to try and reach for the floor only to be brought closer to that crimson face which in turn snorted a cloud of dust over him.
"I have some questions and you look like just the person to give me answers." R'Jarr ordered him, narrowing his gaze as he looked directly into the demonic canine's eyes.
"I'm not telling you nothing!" He barked back to the bull, unwilling to help him at all.
The snarl that flowed out of R'Jarr's lips was followed with the twisting movement of his body to swing that dog and almost instantly crack the wall that he'd been standing in front of when his body impacted it. Those bovine eyes narrowed, his hand pressing more and more into that neck as he started to crush this guard's wind pipe as a means to torture and control him. Normally the bull doesn't allow himself to hurt others, his size was typically more for show and to make lovers swoon as he lifts them into hot and new positions, but right now R'Jarr was limited in the amount of time he was willing to spend in this place. For all he knew his phant could be in trouble and he needed to get to him quickly.
"I don't have time for your games. The elephant from the tournament was brought through these halls. Where did Solbok take him?"
The dog continued to kick and wiggle, his legs shaking as he fought for the ability to breath. His hushed voice squeaking out the strained tones of his voice, "Lo.. Lord Solbok.. always... takes his new... courtships to... the pits to break them."
That hand crushed the canine further against the wall, the feeling of this smaller body held so tightly in his grasp made the ex-lord feel powerful, that he could squeeze the life out of this dog without even trying. It was a dark desire, a will that R'Jarr fought off. The darkness was bred into every demon, but among all of them this bull aimed for a different path, aimed to not be the monster that the mortals told their kids about to keep them in line. While others embraced the sensations of evil intentions that flowed through their minds it was this bovine that struggled against them to keep such thoughts at bay.
"Where can I find these pits?" He asked the dog quickly, wanting to keep this line of answers going.
"You can't. I won't tell you anything else."
That was a line of words that R'Jarr didn't want to hear, but now he had even less time to play with the mutt that was giving him such a hard time. The bovine moved his other hand down quickly, sliding it freely under that leather lion cloth so that his fingers would curl around what even he had to admit were rather large sized balls for a dog. The way that he held them cupped their generous size in his one hand as his digits rolled and shifted them from one finger to the next.
"Maybe you don't know, but I'm very good at handling others. From here I can either give you pleasure.... or very deep pain." The motion of those fingers playing with the balls already had this dog moaning out softly, but as the attention changed those digits would grip down on his nuts and squeeze forcing this guard to lean his head back in sudden and immediate pain that flowed through him.
The dog shuddered, those hands quickly shifting back and forth between rubbing and squeezing to leave him guessing just what kind of attention he was going to be getting next. It wasn't the kind of thing that he wanted, but from where he was with that hand around his throat there was nowhere for him to go and simply had to try and endure it. This willpower quickly leaked, though, sliding away in a hurry as his need to keep those balls intact filled his fears and lead him to finally cry out loudly to this bovine.
"OK OK! I'll tell you! The pits are down the hall. Turn left until you see a stare case to your right and follow it into the basement. The pits are in the last room at the end of that hallway! Now just stop!!." He'd beg, not wanting to lose his nuts for the sake of protecting such a secret. It was this information that R'Jarr needed, but he certainly couldn't release the dog now that he'd given the bull such information. That grip tightened just a bit more around that neck so that when he pulled the guard off of the wall one final and very solid slam would impact the back of that head straight against the stone surface.
When the dog fell limp against his hand he knew that he'd done a good job at knocking this creature out and simply dropped him, allowing that body to hit the floor so that the dog could drool against it while this ex-lord continued to follow his path, now guided by the directions he'd been given by a tortured guard. The bovine didn't feel bad about what he'd done here, he didn't feel sad about it at all. What he did was for the sake of saving his lover, to insure that nothing would happen to Hasani. This phant was his one and only priority and nothing was above the cost that he needed to pay in order to rescue the man that he was in love with. Those thunderous steps took him along the path guided for him, following those directions to the letter so that he could find the demon hunter that he'd brought down here.
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The heated snarls of the feral demons drew attention to their shifting movements as they walked on all fours. These were creatures that were broken, their minds either lost to their own lusts or simply never existed to begin with. The only desire that they felt was the need to eat, and breed, and they'd already fed on the slain body left behind by this pits first attempt to tame the demon hunter. They were kept away from the others that were down here, stored behind a pin to make sure that the pit slaves were kept safe and able to fuck for the amusement of the this dark bat lord. Only one demon was needed to release them as the others all stood with their backs to the wall, clinging to it and remaining as close against the side of the pit as they could. Their breaths held, but this small imp looking creature reached out with shaking hands to grip down on the lever for the fence. The beasts waited at the gate in anticipation of their release and in the same second that he pulled on it the door would burst open under their charging weight. There were five of them in total, but all of them were looking to satisfy their lustful needs. As they burst free it wasn't Hasani who they locked eyes on first, but instead two moved instantly towards the imp that had freed them, allowing the phant to hear the screams of fear and pleasure wash across that creature as the beastly looking canine would start dragging him around to pleasure themselves on. The three others had their target, the fresh meat of the handsome demon hunter looked irresistible to them leading them to charge at Hasani with bolting speed.
Hasani could see them charging, could see them coming at him, and with his hands curling into a fist the hunter would bring his knees down before delivering a hard uppercut straight into the underside of one of the canine jaws. This attack stopped the feral demon in its tracks, but left the other two to pounce at the strong phant in order to tackle his body to the ground. If these were normal dogs then they'd never be able to drag him onto the ground, but these beasts towered Hasani even on all fours and now that they had him pinned to the floor it became quickly clear that they were easily twice his size. His attention wasn't drawn to their size, though, at least not the size of their bodies. Instead the stone hard thickness of their mighty canine cocks rested from their hips all the way up to the underside of their chests, and ground against the phant's body as he found himself trapped underneath them. The heavy scent from their meaty shafts leaving him moaning out gently even while he pushed against their figures with his strong arms only to find that he couldn't lift them off of his figure.
That hefty dick throbbed against his own, the weight of it crushing his fat phant cock against his while the dripping tip of the canine member leaked down slowly across the surface of his cheek. Hasani blushed deeply as he struggled to move his head out of the way, the smell of it rolling through his trunk and forced his thick cock to prod even harder against the underside of this feral creature's meaty dick. A slow grinding motion from this one canine would soon be met with another as the second of this pack rolled his massive balls across Hasani's face, filling his eyes with the sight of bright red furred testicles folding around his skull. His trunk swayed and shifted about, moving to curl around those thick nuts and then up around the girth of that shaft. With a pull he'd bring the length down against his face, giving it a heat lick of lust and need as the beast between his legs started to pull back, started to drag that thick meat down the length of his body. Hasani's attention was on stroking this member with his trunk, the long tube of a nose rolling up and down the length of that large shaft while the other one finally peeled its way off of him, leaving a trail of white succulent cream in it's wake.
The grey phant remained on his back as that thick, massive dick lined up against his tight rear, the slathering of his pre-cum lubricating the entrance easily before pushing in with full force. The red dog would sink in deep, pushing in all the way until those balls dragged across to the ground to slam against that pert butt in one very solid push. This made his trunk tighten around that other shaft, crushing it even more against his face while Hasani's mouth hung open in absolute pure pleasure. This mouth was made to stay open when the third of these dogs found its way to him just in time to slam his own hard shaft into the back of this phant's throat. The clear gagging of his voice sounded out around that thick length as the flavor of the demon dong filled his senses. Those phant eyes half closed in lust and desire while he felt more and more of it being fed down his throat, swelling the neck easily to make room for it. Every inch that was pushed in left Hasani gasping, left him moaning, and with his deep desire burning hotly the stroking of his trunk quickened in time with his hips lifting to further ride that dick that was so deep in his rear.
If wasn't how they handled him that got him so hard and hard between his legs, it wasn't even how they teamed up on him, but instead his desires flared from just how forward and dominant they turned out to be. They didn't hesitate with him, they didn't concern themselves with how he would receive them and instead just forced themselves on the phant. It drove him to be more submissive, to allow himself to be taken and turned into nothing more than a pleasure toy for the dicks that were presented. With his trunk holding one cock tight to his face he could feel the head of it rolling across his chest, the second tickling the back of his throat, and then the final forcing into him so deeply that his belly would stretch and form around it. These were big canine, they were wild, and they only cared about their own pleasure, but that was exactly what drove Hasani into wanting to see them pleasured. It was hot to him, but not a single one of them could take him as well as the crimson bovine that was on his way to save this demon hunter.
With the hard pounding of that dick deep with in his now stretched hole the swinging motion of those heavy balls would slide up quickly to land a very solid spanking against the underside of his pert and round butt. Every hot that swung in would force Hasani to gasp and grunt against the length of healthy meat that was so easily buried in his throat. Eyes rolled to the back of his head, his tongue pulled from his mouth to lick the underside of that cock that was so directly taking his oral skills and leaving his jaw aching every time it pushed back against the backside of his neck. His mouth was made to widen, was made to stretch thanks to the girth alone, but with his tongue hanging free from his lips it's wet surface would roll across the bottom of that thick and juicy cock as it leaked those rich fluids of pre to coat the inside of his throat. It wasn't long before the phant had to swallow to get it all down, but that was only followed by the pulsating motion of that shaft throbbing against all of the walls of his mouth. If Hasani could pant around that hefty dick then he would, but with it filling his maw so perfectly there was no way for him release even the slightest breath from his mouth and with it beating across his tongue it wasn't long before the elephant tasted the thick and juicy wave of hot, steaming cum jetting down the length of his throat, driving him to quickly gulp for it over and over again in loud, hard, swallows. Not a drop of it would escape those lips as he took in his tube fed meal, but that stiff shaft didn't soften in the slightest as it went right back to thrusting almost violently against the back of his throat again.
When the other remaining two showed up around the downed phant, it was clear that he was mostly taken up, that he simply didn't have anymore entrances to take advantage of, but as the elephant was able to look between the beast grinding across his face and the one rubbing over his tongue Hasani was able to spot these other two approaching and quickly reached his hands up under their bodies to wrap those strong and well trained fingers around their shafts on either side of him. Long stroking motions drove his hands as far against the base as he could before pulling them back to the tip and back down again. The motion and speed of this motion altered constantly, sometimes moving fast and other times slow as he worked those hard cocks to the best of his ability. Squeezing them, pulling at them, jerking them, and listening to the sound of their grunting and moaning feral voices. The only thing drawing his attention away from the dick rubbing over his face, the cock grinding against his tongue, and the two dicks that this phant was pulling at on either side, was the sensation of the beast between his legs shoving into him even harder than before. The motion had started growing faster, the motion had started pushing into him near randomly, and this same motion was starting to deliver that heated cream of pre to lubricate his inner depths even further than it already had, but he wasn't the only one.
Hasani had been feeling himself pleasured, the heated feeling that rolled across his entire body left him stroking faster, gripping tighter, suckling further, and even rolling his hips every time they were furiously pushed up against his inner depths. The phant couldn't hold it back anymore, he couldn't resist these feral monsters any longer, and his hips lifting he'd suddenly be reminded of that slug-like blockage that forced his large grey balls to turn blue as not even a single drop was able to leak free from him. His figure shuddered, shook, but collapsed as he felt the need to cum overwhelming him with no clue of stopping in sight. His desire to release only grew when the sudden bursting of that hot dick filling his rear would shoot a potent wad of rich cum straight through the depths of his rear not once, not even twice, but three times in a row with heavy flowed of crushing cum in every single delivered pounding. The others followed this instantly as white seed burst from the tips of their dicks to flow easily across the surface of that grey body. Ropes of cream colored liquid clung to his body, gripping him, and leaving the elephant moaning out heatedly as his throbbing dick once again tried to release only to find that hard blockage preventing him from loosing even the slightest bit.
Just as quickly as they'd tackled him the dogs would back away, separating from his body, pulling off of him, out of him, away from him, all while their heads turned up towards their strong, muscular bat master obediently so that Hasani would follow their gaze up towards him sitting on his throne overlooking the pit, "Are you ready to submit to me, handsome? All of this can stop if you simply give yourself to me."
Hasani wanted to give him, wanted to have that slug removed, but as he looked into those red eyes his own gaze narrowed slowly, "N... mmm... no.. I'm not giving in to you." It was a response that left Solbok rolling his lips into a sneer while he lifted his hand to order the continue of this treatment.
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The thick snarl that rolled free from those crimson lips brought this bovine as the softer tone of grunts filled the hallway around him as the guard that was pinned against the stone wall felt R'Jarr's strong and powerful forearm crushing down against the front side of his throat. This attack had left a torch shining on the stone floor, but this only helped for the guard to be forced to look on at the face of the beast that held him off of the ground. Only half of R'Jarr's face could even be seen thanks to this light as well as the darkness that made up these hallways, but both eyes shined out in a glowing red tone that let the goat guard know he had this demon lord's undivided attention. The sound of scuffled steps quickly echoed from these dark tunnels, but with a well placed strike to the side of this unfortunate guard's head the drop of the unconscious body would leave this strong, shaggy furred bovine with one less warrior to worry about.
"He's over here!" Came the call from around a slightly glowing corner, torch light tickling at the walls just enough to let R'Jarr know where they'd seen him at.
The demonic monster didn't carry the downed torch with him, but in a single fast motion he'd race towards them, charging at whoever was around this corner to fight them and put them down. He didn't need to speak, he didn't need to say anything to them at all. The only thing that R'Jarr needed to do was to fight these guards and take them down, to put them against the ground and keep moving. The darkness of this basement didn't help at all with him finding them, but the glow of their lights did and that's what he tended to focus on. Every time he saw a light his fists would ball and he'd strike to feel the softness of their bodies crush against his knuckles. With his punch hitting one squarely in the chest the creature would stumble back as his lungs emptied the sound of its previously used voice all at once just before his footing brought his back against the wall. The flat surface straightened his back and with it brought his head to crash against the hard stone surface to knock him out entirely. R'Jarr didn't even need to wait for him to collapse to the ground and instead simply kept moving his towering figure through these hallways.
Turn after turn through these shadowed hallways left him growling softly under his breath, this vast network of tunnels all seemed connected to one another, but left him realizing instantly that there was no way for him to find his way through this place without some direction. It was only a few minutes later that he'd realized how long it had been from the last time he'd even seen another person, the guards likely looking for him but thanks to his almost random movements none of them had found him yet. The deep growl that filled his voice left him leaning his back clearly against the nearest corner, pressing himself to it while he took a moment to think, tried to figure out what he was going to do next. As his hoof beats faded into the depths of the tunnels, along with his growls something else finally caught his ear. At first it was some muffled tone, but when his large bovine ears adjusted to it he quickly recognized what he was hearing.
A very soft clapping sound echoed from the walls, the tones followed a rhythm as the flesh on flesh beats caught his full attention now. Every sound spoke to him in the tone of a meaty slap echoing off of the walls, but it was a sound that this crimson bull was able to follow. This wasn't the sound of any normal rhythm, it was one that R'Jarr had learned to memorize long ago from nothing more than participation. This was the rhythm of a heated session of sex, and while at first he had only been able to hear the rhythm it wasn't long before the subtle other sounds soon fell in his ears as well. Muffled moans, sultry pants, even the call of heavy breathing rolled across the stone surface of these tunnels which helped to hide nothing. R'Jarr rounded a corner, and then another one, following the sound of these voices heated sexual endurance until finally he could see the soft glow of light wrap around a doorway at the end of a hallway that he'd entered. A hand reached out to it, gripping the ring on the front of this wooden door and with a pull the threshold was opened revealing a large hole in the middle of the floor, an empty throne on the other side of the room. The scent of sex was thick in here, the smell of lust and satisfaction filling his nose easily as he stepped closer towards the edge of this sultry, well used, pit.
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So far all of Solbok's attempts to tame this demon hunter had failed. He'd sent in his best and watched him torn down, he'd sent in his worst and watched them claim that tight hold, succulent lips, and sultry dick over and over again, but Hasani refused to submit to this towering black, bat demon lord. His strong and power body now stood tall over the back over the grey skinned pachyderm, the feeling of this lords thick and powerful abs rubbing along the phant's spine and leaving Hasani panting out deeply with his arms lifted and pinned over his head with Solbok's powerful limbs binding them in a full nelson. This gave him full access to those spread legs rippled with muscle and a swinging set of dark balls swinging up hard until it slaps against Hasani's swollen and red hot pair. That dick buried itself inside of the phant's body, taking him at full forced with every single motion while the dominating growl that rolled through Solbok's lips showed his delight and frustration. No matter how hard this bat pushed his thick cock into that tight tunnel, no matter how fast he pulled back, no matter how many moans and grunts flowed from Hasani's lips, the phant simply wouldn't yield to him and be his. It had become a frustration for the lord, but one that he also groaned to as he full heatedly fucked this hunter's tight rear.
The squeezing feeling of that tight tunnel left him leaning his head back, left him licking his lips, and left his hips slamming down with a loud clap against the soft surface of that thick grey booty. The swinging movement of Hasani's cock bobbing dick left him grunting heatedly to the sensation of his almost seated position. Those grey lips hung open, his eyes rolled into the back of his head even while his large pachyderm nuts were spanked by the swinging motion of Solbok's devastating thrusts. That slug deep inside of his cock left Hasani grunting, left him knowing that he simply needed to release if he didn't want to take the chance of bursting, but again it remained and again his hips shook and quivered as he was denied his well earned climax once more. His cock was sore, his balls ached, the entire area starting to turn red with need and hot sexual lust, but even that didn't stop him from heating the soft rolling breath of a voice against his quickly adjusting ears.
"Give in, Hasani. You know you can't hold out forever, and think of all that I'm willing to give you if you just agree." Solbok said easily, smirking to him.
Hasani's mind was swimming, his brain fuzzy with the need to cum. It wasn't even clear if he was able to even understand this demon lord, but still his head shook quickly, groaning out his muffled, but still very clear "No" under his breath.
The answer wasn't something that this lord wanted to hear, it wasn't something that Solbok wanted to accept at all, but even as that confident smile crumbled off of his lips he'd continue his hard thrusting straight into that flexed pucker. It took a few well placed thrusts before the bat finally figured out exactly what he was going to do, what position he was going to fold this pachyderm into next, but while his intentions were clear his actions would remain unknown with the sudden sound of the doors to this chamber slamming open, the force of that push turning all eyes upward to see what it was only to find the crimson gaze of a red bull starring down into the pit at him. Solbok's lips turned into a smirk, rolled into an easy grin as he thrust once again into the always right rear of that handsome pachyderm that he was already balls deep inside of. The bat wanted R'Jarr to see him, wanted this demon to witness that there was nothing he could have that this bat lord couldn't simply take away. As the thrust was coupled with the softest of moans which left a line of droll rolling down the length of Hasani's jaw the soft tones made this statement all that much sweeter.
R'Jarr met this smiling gaze with his own furious glare, his feet stepping down into the depths of the pit with a loud thud that broke Hasani back to his senses and forced the smaller grey creature to gasp in surprise at the sight of the ex-demon lord. The way that he walked, the way that his body shifted and moved against his furred figure left this phant to moan deeply at the sight of it and his dick to jump as it's already aroused stiffness seemed to look for any way to become harder than it already was. The cold look that was locked on that bovine face told this pachyderm that his lover was upset, that he was pissed, but for once was happy that the person who would be competing with this massive beast wasn't himself. Those dark arms that trapped Hasani's arms over his head soon released him, allowing him to drop perfectly onto that already deeply penetrating cock before falling forward with a hard and massive dick still deep within his body. This phant's hands reached around quickly, grasping at the air before finally finding something thick and soft to latch onto directly in front of him. What Hasani's eyes came to focus at was that he was gripping the fur of his lover right at his hips while the head of that thick dick rubbed along the side of his very messy face.
In any normal situation Hasani would be removed from that still rock hard shaft deep within him, but with his mouth opening to gasp that bovine cock soon filled it, shoving itself to slide easily into that all too familiar through and for the first time in this pit the phant didn't try and struggle. The flavor that rolled across his tongue was comforting, it was a taste that he remembered and welcomed enough to even start suckling down on the potent meat. The two thrust at the same time, pushing their cocks in hard and fast all at once and left Hasani moaning out loudly between them while their hands both lifted to lace finger around finger to begin their struggle. In this contest of strength they were perfectly even, fighting straight forward to try and shove one another back as both worked to pleasure the handsome phant between them. As they pushed together their chests came to rub, grind, and slide their muscled structure between them. Curved thick meaty flesh covered in shaggy fur smashed through, as their stone-like muscles worked at pushing against the other. Every motion that they made left them slamming their hips forward to pleasure that phant in the middle. The shivering motion of Hasani's body left him feel his cock throbbing with the need to cum only so that he could have that slug block his flow once again and keep that desire trapped within him.
"You're nothing compared to me, R'Jarr. You'll never be able to beat me as long as I have your powers." Solbok taunted, growling through his teeth as he looked into those crimson eyes.
"This phant is all the power that I need to fight you. I'm beating you for him!"
The quick motion of R'Jarr's hand lifted free from the grip that the lord had on him, but that only gave this bat the freedom that he needed in order to grip down on one of the bovine's six exposed horns and pull at it. This bull couldn't keep his balance through that and with a grunt felt himself forced to the side until he was made to roll, Hasani's moan slipping free from his lips as he felt that dick pulled free. This red bovine worked to try and pick himself up, but felt a solid, hard, and well placed stomp pin him back down into the ground once again. Then R'Jarr looked up the length of this leg all he could see was his phant staring down at him with lusty, pleasured eyes, that rock hard dick throbbing in response to the dark bat's rock hard dick thrusting continuously into that grey pachyderm body. The blushing phant could see his lover looking up at him from the floor, could see the look on his face from that angle as he witnessed that cock buried inside of him all the way to the balls, but could also see that quivering phant dick and the bulge that the slug made in his shaft to block any cum from escaping.
With the look of fatigue on his lover's face this crimson bovine lifted his hand to shove the foot from his strong and powerful chest so that he could rise back up to his feat. The loud moans from that phant filling the pit once again and his body again stiffened up and once again he was denied any kind of release. The aching of his shaft, the swelling of those balls, the blue tone that they seemed to have, all met the sight of this bull as he reached his hand up to Hasani's cock. Those fingers jerked at it, pulling along the length to drag that flesh back and forth in long strokes that forced Hasani to call out. The movement was in time perfectly with Solbok's thrusts and leaving this phant to feel almost as if he was fucking himself. The sensation of it built up his need once again, built up his desire to cum, but even there Hasani was left blushing as he knew that once again nothing would come out.
"R.. R'Jarr.. please." Hasani begged, wanting to cum for his lover, wanting to release and allow this aching sensation to finally go away.
The sound of his toy calling out to this enemy forced the bat to growl out deeply, kneeing R'Jarr clearly in the chest to leave a hollow thud, but the bull didn't stop, his hand continuing to stroke that grey dick. With every jerk that he made his tight grip would push on that slut, forcing it more and more from the base and towards the tip until finally the tail of it could be seen wiggling just outside of that very tight hole. R'Jarr held it in place for a second, his lover's head leaning back as his breath gasped in shattered tones only for that small creature to be removed and the heavy blast of see to fire forth. It wasn't just one simple squirt, or even a heavy flow, but a massive explosion from the tip of that dick to fire a hard gushing geyser that would coat his bovine lover with the stored up waves of hot bubbling need. More and more drenched his fur, covering his crimson in a clear white potent paint. The slow rising of his body allowed himself to be easily covered as thick globs of that steaming cum dripped from his snout, his horns, and his shaggy chest.
Solbok growled deeply against that figure in front of him, but couldn't stop those arching hands from gripping around the back of his bat head in order to roll him onto his back on the floor of this pit. R'Jarr's hard shaft found home in that demon lord's tight ass, filling him instantly as those balls swung up to hit this dark butt like a mace arching up to impact his prey. Hasani was left between them, still filled with dick, still being fucked hard by the bat while his lover took revenge on this creature's delicate rear. The smell of their fur, the strength of their muscles, the feeling of himself between them left this phant to grip into his lover's cum covered coat and hold on tight. Every motion left all three moaning and panting out deeply. The feeling of those tight abs crushing against the underside of that dick left Hasani to moan loudly and finally release the last of his cream in the form of a weak squirt that left his head falling to the side, his breath continuing, but his mind escaping into the void and leaving him passed out between them two.
With Hasani out of the picture R'Jarr would continue his efforts against Solbok, pulling his lover free so that there was nothing between the two of them.
"R.. R'Jarr.. you don't.. ugh.. have to do this. You don't have to make me cum.." The lord pleaded much to the narrowed expression of this beast who only picked up his speed, and increased his force within him.
Every hard push, every single thrusting motion would leave this lord to lean his head back, his balls aching for release and his figure quivering quickly against the monster that was this rightful lord of lust. It wasn't until Solbok was at his peak, his body arched, his strong and powerful figure flexing as he tensed up, and even his balls crushed in on themselves as they readied to empty against that fur only for R'Jarr bring his hand down against the top of that dick and force that held slug into the tip, blocking any flow of cum from exiting his figure as it slithered deeply into that dark cock. The orgasm that would have been left the bat shaking, his figure shivering in place, but also left this bovine to pull free and scoop up his lover in order to leave this place. He'd made his point, he'd dominated the creature that had stolen his powers and authority, and now would leave him as a panting mess on the floor of his own pit while those creatures that he'd trapped down here slowly closed in around him.
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Hasani's voice grunted softly from his lack of consciousness, his body passed out from the hard climax that had been forced on him after that plug was removed and now as he gasped deeply his body sat up instantly, his eyes shooting open only to wince down deeply as he felt the bright sun hit him clearly in the face through his window. A hand lifted to block the light while his sight worked to calm and shift enough for him to lose the blur that was set in his way. His other hand gripping at the soft surface of the bed that he kept in his penthouse apartment and leaving him to quickly look down at it in a hurry as he blinked and started to think about what had just happened to him. The memories of the tournament, of the kidnapping, of R'Jarr coming to his rescue, and the treatment in the pit left the phant hard with his dick thickening against the soft sheets that tented around his post of a cock. His body was nude, made bare just the way that he usually slept, the soft silk of his blanket and bedding covered him and without him even realizing his motions the stretching of his body soon helped him to realize just how well rested he really was.
"A dream?" he questioned, thinking clearly that this could be the case despite how real the entire experience seemed to be.
"I've never been called that before." Came the voice from his bathroom, the deep tone drawing his attention entirely to the corner of the wall as the crimson bovine stepped his way around it.
The presence of the monster that stood before, the way that the fresh shower dripped water from his shaggy fur left Hasani with no doubt at all that the events he'd suffered were every bit as real as the beast that leaned against his wall. The movement of his body arched from be bed, his leaping jump bringing his strong body into the far stronger figure of the crimson bovine that wrapped him in thick, warm, well heated fluff covering large and handsome muscles. The light chuckle that rolled free from R'Jarr's body met the phant easily while their nude figures met close and passionately with that grey trunk wrapping around the backside of this red neck to pull him closer into the pachyderm's embrace and his lips up against the bulls in an almost loving manner.
"He is affectionate, isn't he?" Another voice spoke out from the depths of that shower. The dripping wet figure of a powerful, muscular, and amazingly well built dark colored goat stood came through and around that corner to stand as tall as the crimson, six-horned bovine that had taken this phant's heart.
It was a question that left Hasani blushing, but one that left his lover with a deep chuckle as the massive crimson beast. "He is, but I think there's enough affection to go around. Right, Hasani?"
The surprise that came over this phant lead him to smile softly, but even he could remember when he was shared with the large goat lord before. Beelzebub was a very strong lover, and someone that he had enjoyed before. As he was taken back towards his bed the soft mattress hugged around his very naked bottom and lead him scooting up the length of it with R'Jarr staying between his legs the entire time. It wasn't long before Hasani had nowhere left to rise to and the two largely muscled males were on his bed along with him. This bovine took no time to delay and immediately gripped those hips to slide his thick monster of a bull cock deep within that puckered body. It was a motion that forced Hasani's back to arch, his mouth to open, and the flavor of a demon lord's fat shaft to fill his lips. The phant would suckle quickly on the amazing texture of that goat dick, suckling as much of it as he was able to while his hand reached under Beelze's member to stroke at what couldn't fit down his throat and easily fondle those thickly hanging balls. Each one overfilled his hand, their size more than his grip had room for.
Beelze didn't just remain sitting to be pleasured by Hasani, though, and instead moved slowly around that grey body until this pachyderm rested entirely on his back and that large king-ly cock would burrow through his throat. The trunk shifted and moved to wrap around Beelze's balls, squeezing them softly as Hasani was granted the first taste of what was go come from this amazing flavor. R'Jarr continued to push forward, continued to drag his hard bovine bulk in and out of that tight rear, spreading this phant's squishy walls in every movement he was able to. The motion forcing a loud moan from the pachyderm's lips, a muffled call of that voice that caused his throat to close around the dick that was already so deep within it. Every thrust that was delivered either to his lips or his tight rump forced his already thick phant dick to throb and beat in place. The heavy swaying of it bobbing to and fro like a tent post in the wind.
With only few more hard beating thrusts Hasani felt his dick pulsating with need only to spray a thick wave of hot dumping cum out into the air above him. Thanks to the wild movement of the two alpha demons taking him so well that phant cum shot against the shaggy fur of both his lover and the demon king that had accompanied him. Both found their chests and toned abs coated in that creamy elephant spunk while their own heated dicks started to pulsate within the two tunnels that lead into Hasani's body. R'Jarr didn't withstand his desire, smirking down to the well used pachyderm before delivering a heavy grunt and a hard flow that filled the well strained rear with wave after hot bubbling wave of sticky bovine seed to paint in inner walls. Beelzebub joined him, chuckling from the attention that was given to his thick base and heavy balls so that as a reward the demon lord would spray his heavy flowing cream deep within Hasani's stomach to feed him nothing but that his hard gushing seed.
When they pulled out the phant moaned and squirmed against the bed, his body so worn down from the adventure he'd gone on, but so happy that he'd followed R'Jarr into that tournament to help him win. It was only a gasp later that he'd realize an important question, "R.. R'Jarr. Did you ever get that wish for winning the tournament?"
"I did." His lover said to him, smiling to the demon hunter and rolling his hand across the phant's cheeks.
"Well.. what..."
"I assume you'll be able to keep him out of trouble, Hasani. Seems he cares about being with you more than ruling over legions. I kind of have to agree that you're worth the fuss." Beelze interrupted, even giving this pachyderm a wink before leaving to allow these two some alone time.
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Walk In The Park by Jacikitty
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Archery did this piece for the_kazbat and I of our characters Wesley and Alana. I was feeling a little inspired, so I wrote a little somethin' somethin' to go along with it! - Alana had led the two of them off the paved path around the park, just behind the bushes and trees along the back edge where
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[
"Alana Snowfleet",
"Canine",
"Female",
"Femdom",
"Femtop",
"Internal",
"Knot",
"M/F",
"Malamute",
"Male",
"Mutt",
"Oral",
"Public",
"Vaginal",
"Wesley Graves"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145887-walk-in-the-park
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Alana had led the two of them off the paved path around the park, just behind the bushes and trees along the back edge where the park bordered the forest. Wesley was a bit confused at first, starting to question why they hadn't just gone to the pavilion to relax and talk. Almost as soon as his muzzle opened to ask, however, Alana pushed him back against one of the trees surrounding them and pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.
"You're overthinking this, lover boy," she murmured as she slipped down to her knees, beginning the teasingly slow process of opening his jeans. Starting with the button, slowly working it out of the buttonhole sewn into the denim, making sure each of her movements also served to brush against that slowly growing bulge she felt in his pants. His zipper was the more difficult part, what with her leaning forward to press her face against that fabric and take hold of the little metal tab with her teeth. She tilted her head down, each little movement of the zipper vibrating against her teeth. Alana always found that a strange sensation, yet it helped to build her anticipation.
"I've been looking forward to this part all day," the malamute mused as she slipped his jeans, along with his boxers, off his hips to free his thickening sheath from their stuffy confines. A confident smirk crossed her face as she looked up at him, licking the tip of his growing arousal, working to bring him to full attention. Her breath ran hot over his sheath and when he was erect, she made her next move.
Wrapping her lips around his tip, she slowly pushed her head down. Her tongue slid along the underside of his length and she only paused when the warmth of his cock hit the back of her throat. A grunt from Wesley, one of approval, made her ears perk and her eyes look up to him.
"F-fuck. Ok, I can get behind this," he panted softly, the mutt doing his best to keep quiet while a group of rowdy kids ran down the path behind them.
Alana pulled her head back to suckle on the head of his shaft, her tongue rolling over the tip a few times as she watched him squirm against the tree. A deft motion of her hand pushed her bangs back from her face before she took his hands and placed them on either side of her head to keep them in place. Still looking up at him, her head began to rock back and forth, though not taking him as deeply as she had at first.
Now that she didn't have to worry about keeping her hands free while her mouth worked his length, she set one on his thigh while the other moved to caress along the curve of his ball sack. She worked this hand back and forth for a moment, then slipped it up to the base of his shaft. With a firm grip on that slightly swollen area of his cock, she tugged back and forth. The malamute thought it was cute that his hips started to twitch each time her hand moved, feeling his shaft buck gently up into her muzzle.
Finally, she pulled back to take a breath, looking up at him with a fine strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his glans. The hand on his shaft continued to pump while the back of her free hand wiped her muzzle, breaking the strand. She smirked up at him, placing the other hand on the head of his shaft with short, shallow strokes. Her thumb flicked over the slit at the tip of his cock, smearing the beaded pre around in the process.
"You taste pretty good," she murmured, emphasizing her words with longer motions of her hands. The canine received only a huff in response, his hips still twitching against her in a desperate attempt at further stimulation. "Poor little pup. You wanna fuck me?" Alana stood as she spoke, leaving only the one hand on his tip as her other hand came around the back of his head.
Wesley gave a soft, short growl accompanied by a vigorous nod. That was all she needed as she gently pushed him down to the ground, his back still to the tree. Standing over him, she was giving him a perfect view of what she had decided to wear under her skirt that day, or rather what she hadn't. Wesley was now face to face with her aroused slit, the fur on her inner thighs matted down from her need.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a wiggle of her hips. The canine was surprised when he didn't respond, instead grabbing the backs of her thighs and burying his muzzle between them! "O-oh shit!" She gasped, bracing herself against the tree as he lapped enthusiastically at her exposed labia. With the roles now somewhat reversed, Alana had to bite her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.
Her ears pinned back, panting, momentarily at his mercy when she felt his broad tongue plumb her depths. She couldn't see his face under her skirt, but she knew that his muzzle was covered in her juices. The idea alone had her groan softly, gritting her teeth to keep it quiet as a young couple walked right by their spot, laughing and flirting as they enjoyed their walk mere feet away from discovering the pair. The task of keeping quiet grew even more difficult when Wesley pulled his tongue back to lap at her clit, making her tail go rigid and her nails dig into the tree.
That delightful torture went on a little longer before Wesley pulled back, licking his muzzle clean with a smirk of his own when he looked up at her exasperated face.
"Yeah, I think you taste better," he fired back at her.
Alana, once she caught her breath, settled down to her knees again, this time straddling him. She pressed him once more into a deep kiss, her tongue darting past his lips when her bare slit pressed the length of his shaft against his body. Her hips rocked gently with her tongue wrapped around his, pulling back only once she was satisfied that she'd managed to get all of her taste from his mouth.
"I disagree. You definitely taste better," she teased. The malamute unzipped the side of her skirt, wiggling it off her hips and lifting each of her knees to slip out of it, kicking it off into one of the bushes nearby. Her shirt was next to go, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the same fate as her skirt.
"Ready, cutie?" Alana asked, almost breathless with anticipation.
Wesley nodded again, just as enthusiastically as he had before, and his hands came to rest on her hips. A slight twitch of her hips as she settled back down into his lap managed to catch the tip of his cock in her juicy folds. Slowly she sunk down onto him, not stopping until their hips met and she felt the entirety of him fill her body.
"Nnh! That's it, pup," she cooed, leaning forward to drape her arms over his shoulders. "Just let me do all the work," she murmured into his ear with a slight quiver to her voice while she enjoyed that full sensation.
Her breath filled his ear, hot and needy. Her hips rose, slow enough that they didn't make a sound, then fell back down, as excruciating as before. When she came back down, her pelvis rolled, drawing a soft moan from the both of them. The feeling of his shaft so deep inside her made her stomach flutter and it didn't take long for that need to get the better of her.
Picking up the pace, she leaned back and looked down at Wesley beneath her. She had come here for a good fuck, and he was delivering so far. With her hips doing most of the work, she reached up a little to bury her fingers into his hair, pulling his face into her chest. Quickly getting the idea, Wesley took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling, while his other hand moved to massage her free breast.
"That's it, just like that. G-good boy," Alana leaned forward a little to mumble into his ear. She could feel she was building up to a climax that would be hard to keep quiet. "You want to give me that knot?" Her hips pushed down hard, feeling that knot start to swell as she pulled back up, catching on her lips.
"You wanna fill me right up, huh? Fill me up with your mutt cum?" She continued to egg him on, knowing just what buttons to push with him by now. Her body rocked down hard against his again, but she stopped just short of that still-growing portion of his shaft, eliciting a whimper of need from the mutt between her legs.
His hands moved away from her breasts and back to her hips, pulling down on her. She felt her hips meet his, hard, and yelped in surprise. Her eyes went wide as she looked up, sighing in relief when there was no one around to hear her.
"N-naughty boy," she whispered before taking control again, armed with her new knowledge, she picked up the pace. Each time her hips met his there was now a faintly audible slap.
"S-slow down, Alana!" Wesley hissed through gritted teeth, doing his best to keep from making too much sound. "You're gonna get us caught!"
"What's the matter, pup? Scared?" She grinned down at him, but he was too busy trying to keep quiet to respond now. Her next push down was met with resistance, his knot having flared fully to life, and her slit spread with a moan from her. She hadn't had the speed to take him fully on that one. Pulling back up, she hovered over him with just the tip inside her.
His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, knowing just what she was going to do next when she looked him in the eye. The malamute pushed down on him, hard, and gritted her teeth when his fat knot pushed past her lips. He tilted his head back, pursing his lips as he started to howl. He got about as far as taking a breath when Alana's hand gripped his muzzle and she shushed him.
In his defense, the moment she had filled herself with his knot his climax struck. Rope after rope of his potent canine seed pumped into her womb, and as he continued to fill her, she saw sparks in her vision. She'd hit her own peak, riding it out as she kept eye contact with him. The muscles in her stomach tensed and her breath caught, the walls of her pussy milking her male for all the seed he was worth.
The pair whimpered, groaned, and panted as quietly as they could, mostly with Alana keeping Wesley's muzzle shut, all while riding out their mutual orgasm. Finally, when it was over, Alana collapsed fully onto Wesley in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Her eyes closed, a smile crossing her face while she nuzzled into the top of his head.
"Oh hell, Alana. You're so much better at this when you're sober," Wesley whispered to her, inciting a giggle in the malamute.
"So are you," she answered in kind, grinding her hips teasingly against him. Wesley cringed, gripping her hard as he took a gasping breath.
"S-sensitive! Don't do that!" He whined into her neck.
"Yep, and when we're done here you're going to clean me up, too," she kissed his cheek with that trademark smirk of her's. "I'll prove that you taste better, in about twenty minutes,"
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Game Night (part two) by Roxelle Wolfe
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#2 of Game night (series) The second part to the Game night Series, I hope you like it and part Three is coming soon. <3 - - His walls were adorned with framed artwork and photos along with a few dusty awards that he won from card tournaments, His desk was neatly organized from end to end holding
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[
"Bisexual",
"Femboy",
"Folf",
"Fox",
"Male",
"Roomates",
"Series"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144415-game-night-part-two
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* His walls were adorned with framed artwork and photos along with a few dusty awards that he won from card tournaments,
His desk was neatly organized from end to end holding is computer, some books, and a little hook on the wall for his head set,
Directly above the desk was two shelves that held some model cars, planes and spaceships, the other shelf had his prized
collection of action figures, I could recognize a few of them A Red dragon breathing fire was at the center of a collection of mid evil
toys, A few robots and a handful of zombies and a small squad of stormtroopers, covered the shelf.
I looked to the other side of the room and saw a black nightstand with an old lamp and a alarm clock, next to the clock were his glasses
, I smiled at them I remembered that I was with him when he got them I turned to look at the bed which had A star wars theme to it
, the pillow he was sleeping on was plain but everything else was star wars the blanket and sheets were TIE fighter and X-wing themed
and his secondary pillow was a plush death star. a plush of chewbacca and yoda also sat on the bed.
I sat down on the edge of the bed running my paw through his hair, and bent down to whisper in his ear,"Lucy, time to wake up..."
I said, I called him Lucy because his middle name was Lucifer and only I was entitled to call him that, It was our special thing,
Just like sometimes he calls me Ellie Due to my first name being Ellis, but I always went by Roxelle, I whispered once again but this time I gave him a small
Kiss on his cheek, He stretched and rolled around until finally Opening his eyes and looking at me, "mmm Ellie? what time is it?" he said sitting up and rubbing his eyes. I looked over to the clock, "Nine thirty," I replied picking up his glasses and handing them to him, He took the glasses and slipped them on blinking a few times then focusing back on me again
I gave him another small kiss, and said Jamie's coming over for a few days, and I wanted to tell you that I made you some toast, He smiled and suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled me into a kiss,
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The Greys Chapter 20: Investigation by hyenafur
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#21 of The Greys - Nick listened to Judy explain the situation, though, the fox couldn't help but laugh the whole time. It was amazing what country bumpkin housewives could come up with when left to their own devices. His laughter made the rabbit stop several times to give him a glare, only for the
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[
"Benjamin Clawhauser",
"Buffalo",
"Bunny",
"Chief Bogo",
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Rabbit",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148667-the-greys-chapter-20-investigation
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Nick listened to Judy explain the situation, though, the fox couldn't help but laugh the whole time. It was amazing what country bumpkin housewives could come up with when left to their own devices. His laughter made the rabbit stop several times to give him a glare, only for the tod to apologize.
"Sorry, Judy, but it's hard not to. I mean," he smirked as he curled up in his chair, bending over himself as he let out another laugh, "Does Aunt Marry-Ann just sit around the house all day watching soaps?"
"Yes, why," the bunny asked, one of her ears flopping to the back of her head as the other stood up on end. Her answer only made Nick keel over laughing, "Because it sounds like the plot line to one."
Judy let out a huff, her foot tapping against the ground as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Nick, this isn't funny."
"You're right, Carrots. It's not funny. It's hilarious," the tod said as he wiped away a laughter tear, "Oh you country bunnies and your imaginations."
Judy couldn't help but let out a very audible sound of frustration as he gave Nick a glare. "And what do you think will happen with a bunch of country bunnies with active imaginations decide that their imagination makes more sense than reality?"
Her words made Nick pause. She was right. Judy's father had gotten her that can of fox repellant because of his delusions. What was to say the other bunnies didn't do something worse? "You're right, Carrots," he said, "we probably should do something."
Judy let out a sigh, "Nick. I have a bad feeling about this. I don't want to judge, Ray or Kody or whatever he's calling himself, but I'm concerned he might be scamming them."
Nick shook his head, "Ray was a lot of things, Judy, but never a scammer. A jock, a nerd, a geek, and a goody two paws, but never a scammer."
"You'd be surprised, Nick. I thought the same thing about Miss Bellewether," the rabbit replied, the visions of how sweet and kind and noble the ewe had been only to learn it was all a façade. The fox just nodded as he took another sip, "The only way to find out is to start looking up his records, but to do that, you're going to have to sell it to Bogo."
The bunny nodded, "I know. Back me up on this?"
"Sure thing, Carrots."
Chief Bogo was in his office. It may have been his day off, but it was the one place he could find some solitude. If he went home, he would be harangued by his wife to start on the hundreds of projects he'd promised to get around to. Surprisingly, the water buffalo was dressed casually in a ZPD tracksuit and not in his uniform. He was in his office to relax, not to do any actual work. He had just pulled out his cellphone to flip through some pred-prey inter-species porn when a familiar voice came over his desk phone's speaker.
"Hey Chief. Officers Hopps and Wilde want to talk to you about opening up a case," Clawhauser's soft voice rang out. It had taken the bull completely by surprise, making him drop his phone on the ground. His alone time had been spoiled. Angrily, he pressed the intercom button on his phone. "DAMNIT CLAWHAUSER! IT'S MY DAY OFF!"
"I know, sir, but it sounds really important," the fat leopard replied.
Bogo just growled to himself, "Damnit Hopps." His day was going to be ruined whether he liked it or not. At least he hadn't managed to pull up anything on his cellphone before Clawhauser's call. The bull pressed the button again, "Fine. Send them in."
Judy and Nick already knew that Bogo was in a bad mood when they entered the office. His expression was a scowl.
"Chief Bog, I was hoping to look into a case of identity fraud," she said, expecting Bogo to cut her off at any minute and tell her, "no," but he just sat there, stone faced. "I believe the perp may have a history of it in Zootopia."
"Where's the perp now," was the only question he asked.
"Bunnyburrow," Judy said hesitantly.
"That's out of our jurisdiction, Hopps."
"I know, but..."
"Hopps, you can't go digging through their records unless Bunnyburrow ASKS for them," the bull replied.
"Yes, sir, but..."
Bogo didn't let her finish, "But! We both know you're just going to walk out that door and do it anyway. My official answer is no, Hopps, and if this whole thing comes back to bite us, you are going to have to take the heat. Understand?"
Judy was stunned. Bogo was right, she was probably going to ignore him anyway, and they both knew it, but she hadn't expected him to turn the tables on her. "Yes, sir," she replied while nodding her head.
"Good. Now get out of my office," the bull said abruptly.
When the bunny and fox left, Bogo waited a few seconds before reaching down to grab his phone and do what he'd come here to do.
"Well. That went better than I thought," Nick chuckled as he walked down the hall next to Judy.
"Yeah. Almost too well," the bunny replied as she looked down at the image of Gideon Grey that the fox had said looked like Ray Schaiferhund, "So, what else can you tell me about Ray?"
The fox just shrugged his shoulders, "Not much. He joined the Army after High School, went to college while he was in, then went into the Air Force. He was stationed over in Mammoth River last I heard."
Judy blinked, "That wasn't 'not much,' Nick."
Nick shrugged his shoulders, "What can I say, his mom was friends with mine, so you end up hearing all kinds of things. Have an idea of where to start?"
The bunny tapped her chin, "We could try requesting his military records."
"Good luck," the fox chuckled, "Remember the last time we tried that? It took them weeks. Besides, it would show our hand."
"Well, we could start looking him up in the database to see what we have on him, maybe something will show up," the rabbit said as she looked down at the drawing again.
"Best place to start."
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Trapped Above Cloud Nine by Joshiah
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Making it to the top floor of the Gryphon's Den is no easy feat, but once you're there, you might find yourself begging to escape, as we see in this story for Serinthia_Kelberry! Suzanna is quite the professional, and as a bunny working in a sales field, she's often willing to do anything to seal a
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"Bondage",
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"Heavy bondage",
"Lesbian",
"Orgasm",
"Orgasm Denial",
"Penetration",
"Sex",
"Sex machine",
"Sex toy",
"Squirting",
"Story",
"edging",
"fucking machine"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152333-trapped-above-cloud-nine
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Very few people **ever** had the pleasure of making it to the top floor of the Gryphon's Den.
Though the racy nightlife of the first floor was too much for the average person to handle, the Gryphon's Den had anything but an average customer base, and they made sure to suit all needs, when it came down to it. The Member's Only lounge was filled with seedy characters that didn't feel the public dance floor suited their needs, and in such a place, almost all rules were left to the wind.
For those who preferred even **greater** privacy, VIP rooms were available, and though they weren't always used for sexual activity (indeed, some people went there just to take a break from the public eye,) that was believed to be their main purpose, and many believed that illegal activities occasionally took place in such rooms; people were sure they could get away with it, there.
If you were lucky enough to work at the club, however, or fell into the favor of the owner, you might be one of the truly fortunate few who ever made it to the top floor. Reserved only for the highest staff and private guests of the owner herself, legends swirled about the true nature of the top floor of the club and what was hiding up there, but those who were invited were sworn to secrecy, and whatever it was they were introduced to, it seemed that it was worth the cost of keeping quiet, as no one **ever** divulged what the top floor even looked like, much less what went on there.
Poor Suzanna thought that she was truly fortunate when she was first invited up to the top floor. Before she ever even made her way up there, she couldn't wait to tell her friends about everything that she saw, knowing that such an act might get her barred from ever making her way up there again.
Instead, she could barely string a rational thought together, as she became the latest victim of The Machine Room.
Padded floors illuminated by black lights gave an eerie glow to the infamous room, and walls decorated with black leather and red accents completed the feel of a room that carried a sensual, yet alarming mood to it. Once inside, an outer lock meant that you could only be released from someone on the other side of the door; escape was impossible, even if you were able to break out of your restraints.
Suzanna had no chance to do that. The large bondage cross in the middle of the room was her new home, and she'd lost track of the hours that she was bound to it. Just the bondage alone might not have been so bad, beyond being a little spooky, but her body was being tortured within inches of the breaking point, and thanks to the help of an advanced computer, she'd never *quite* reach it.
On a small table next to the cross, there was a computerized system, one that reacted to the pulses of both male and female bodies, to determine when orgasm was going to be achieved. Between Suzanna's legs was an implement on a piston, and no matter how tightly she clenched her inner muscles, she couldn't stop the deliciously pleasurable penetration...not until she was within seconds of her climax, and the machine, picking up on such, would always pull away just in time to leave her body buzzing, **tingling** with the promise of a release that was never quite allowed to materialize.
Dealing with such a sensation one time was maddening. Dealing with it multiple times over the course of an entire evening left Suzanna drooling against her gag, gasping and able to process only one logical thought...
*How did this happen to me?*
The evening started off with such promise that Suzanna never would have seen this coming. Her nude, abused figure was strapped into the cross, her eyes were blindfolded, and her muzzle gagged so that she couldn't even hope to beg for help. The machine was her only companion, and it existed only to torture her **further,** though her mind and body were reaching a breaking point.
Before all of that, however, she was just sitting at the bar with Serapha, discussing plans to expand what was already a large and successful club.
"You've got some wonderful ideas, Suzanna. I only wish that I could hire you on full time...it's a shame that you've decided to do your work on a contract basis."
A bunny with more brains than the average, and beauty enough to go around, Suzanna giggled at a complaint that she'd heard plenty of times before. "I like to keep my options open, Serapha, and I make a lot more money this way. If you could make me an offer that I couldn't turn down, I'd be **extremely** impressed."
Colors clashed at the bar as Suzanna, a bunny of pure and pristine white fur and sparkling blue eyes sat next to Serapha, a cat of the darkest, jet black fur. Her eyes of green, hypnotic swirls around feline irises kept whoever she was chatting with enticed, and even Suzanna, who hadn't shown much interest, couldn't pull her gaze from them.
"I'm doing fairly well for money, Suzanna, but I'm sure that isn't the only thing you're after. I understand that a sales rep with your level of qualifications can find work at any number of offices...and yet, you don't really seem to have any one workplace in mind. Do you just lack the motivation to get out of your current position?"
"Well, n-no, it's not exactly anything like that. I guess I just don't know exactly what I'd be looking for."
"Indecisive. That's a shocking trait for someone who can pitch a sale as well as you can," Serapha commented. The onyx feline tossed her dyed, purple headfur back slowly and took another sip of her drink, as she pondered the offer that was made to her by the rabbit. "Hot tubs in the club might not be such a bad idea, though. You've definitely peaked my interest, and I'm open to further discussion...if you'd like to grab a meal, perhaps?"
This was all par for the course for Suzanna, who was used to grabbing lunch or dinner with a client to help seal a deal. Even an expensive meal was little more than a drop in the bucket when she knew what kind of contract was at stake, and in this case, Serapha seemed to be offering to pay.
What Suzanna didn't expect was for the feline to be so amorous. Perhaps, she should have seen it coming, given the kind of establishment that she ran, but Suzanna was oblivious to it...until it was too late.
A nice, peaceful meal was followed by a few quick, aggressive glasses of wine, and just off of the main area of the public dance floor, Suzanna found herself pinned down to a chair by an eager feline...and her own inhibitions were melting away with each brush of their lips against one another. Delicate, feathering touches were replaced by a fiery dance of slick, eager tongues, and for how dedicated she was to her business ethics, Suzanna felt them becoming an afterthought as Serapha began feeling up every inch of her body through the tight, thin fabric of her pencil skirt.
The chair was keeping Serapha from her main goal, however, and it was pushed away as the dominant kitten pushed her prey up into the wall of the club. In such a place as The Gryphon's Den, it was a common sight, but the patrons still hollered and cheered as Serapha gave Suzanna everything that the poor, somewhat innocent bunny could handle.
It just so happened that Serapha was appealing to quite a twisted aspect of the busty bunny, and if not for her intuition, she might have missed it.
"I think I know what'll seal the deal for you," Serapha offered, as she kept Suzanna pinned tight to the wall. Eager paws squeezed on full, delicate breasts as the feline drew her tongue along the base of one of the tall, sensitive ears of the submissive bunny. "I've got a little something in my private offices that might tip the scales on this deal...if you'd be willing to give it a try? Something tells me you'll be **really** into it."
Just from their first meeting, Serapha could see the submissive streak in the otherwise forthcoming saleswoman, but poor Suzanna had **no** idea what she was getting herself into. She was having trouble resisting the feline who kept her pinned, and between her submissive nature and the multiple glasses of wine, she was sure that her panties were soaked so deeply that stains might be showing up on her skirt...
...She just **couldn't** say no, and she didn't want to.
Even when she saw the machine and the cross, Suzanna didn't back down, as the business deal took a back seat in her mind.
Now, she was on the verge of orgasm yet again, but as her thighs began to quake, the dildo attached to the end of a thin, metal rod slipped out of her cunt, and her slit sat open and pouting, trembling with the unbelievable need to reach a climax.
"So...just how does my miraculous machine make you feel, Suzanna?" Serapha asked. In the darkness of the room, it was easy to hide, and with Suzanna bound and blindfolded, Serapha could have been there the entire time, for all that she knew.
Finding the words to reply was a struggle for the tortured bunny, even when the gag was removed from her short, stout muzzle. "P...please...release-
"You're not going **anywhere,**" Serapha replied, cutting the trapped rabbit off in the middle of what was already a staggering, struggling plea.
With the faintest shake of her collared head, Suzanna tried to speak again. "No, r-release...I need *release!*"
Tapping her chin for a moment and pretending she didn't get it, Serapha gestured at the ceiling with her index pawtip. "A ha! You mean that you need to have a release...awfully demanding out of someone who's basically a collar away from being my **pet.**"
Every thought that managed to pass through Suzanna's mind was clouded, but she knew that if she didn't feel some sort of an orgasm soon, her body was going to start fighting back. She couldn't keep from twitching and squirming in her restraints, as the dildo lined up with her sex once again and slipped inside of her. A rapid pace kicked in as the fake cock speared her rapidly, and the molded sack at the base slapped into the underside of Suzanna's ass with each thrust, filling her long, sensitive ears with the simulated sounds of a rough, deep fuck.
Her eyes began to roll back under her blindfold as she felt some sense of relief; she didn't think that there was any way that she could hold back this time, even if the machine picked up on her internal clenching.
"The way you dressed...the way you looked at me, as if waiting for my answers and approval...that innocent little glistening in the pits of your irises...everything about you is just **begging** to be taken and broken, Suzanna. I could see it in you from the moment we first met, and I wasn't going to let such an opportunity pass me by!"
Taking control of the computer herself, Serapha stepped up to the controls and paused the machine, leaving Suzanna filled with a thick, impressive cock...but her body was frozen around it, and though her inner muscles fluttered upon it, she was left standing on the maddening edge once again, a mere touch from orgasm...but no such touch would be given.
"You want it that badly, Suzanna?"
"I n-need it..."
"Hm?"
"I **need it!**"
"Yes, I'm quite certain that you do," Serapha taunted her capture. "But that's not how things work around here. You don't make the demands... **I do.** If you want to get off so badly, you will agree to do **anything** I ask of you...and I do mean any little thing that my mind can come up with. Do you understand?"
"Y...yes..."
"Say it. Say you'll do **anything.**"
Panting rapidly and nearly hyperventilating with her sexual frustration, Suzanna nodded against her restraints and cried out for her new mistress. "I'll do a-anything that you ask, Serapha! **ANYTHING!**"
With a quiet, simple ***click,*** Serapha set the machine back into motion. "Sounds like you had some fight left in you after all," she murmured, before leaning back to enjoy the show of the machine putting Suzanna through her paces. The massive, fake length inside of her began to pump again, this time shoving itself as deep as it could into the rabbit's body. Suzanna tried to clench against the fake cock, but it pounded right through her exhausted resistance until it poked at her cervix.
The feeling of that, and a light buzz from the electrical *humm* of the machine rumbling over her clit, was finally what she needed to go over the jagged, forbidden edge.
"Cumming..." Suzanna muttered, her voice drunk with satisfaction as her lips curled up into a wide, foolish smile, unable to control her own expressions or reactions. "N-never cum so...so **hard**...yes...I...*ohgodohgodohgod...YES!*"
Slapping against her body with such vigor that her overflowing, feminine arousal was scattered across the padded room, Suzanna only wished that she could buck against the machine as it finally brought her to a blessed orgasm. Her entire body shook and shuddered with a pleasure unlike any she'd ever known, and from the stiff nipples on her bouncing breasts, to the buzzing nub of her clit, all the way down to the **tips of her footpaws,** Suzanna was a trembling, orgasmic mess.
The padded floor truly was a blessing as Serapha released the defeated bunny, and without an ounce of strength left, Suzanna collapsed into the welcoming floor, still shuddering helplessly in the binding chains of her climax. Resting in a growing puddle of her own juices, she didn't even hear Serapha snap her pawtips and summon a couple helpers to carry her away.
"Take her to the cages," Serapha commanded to her assistants, as they lifted the exhausted bunny up in their paws, uncaring of what part of her body they touched in the process. "I hope you didn't have any plans this weekend, Suzanna...you're not done with your training just yet. We've still yet to fully **break you.**"
Suzanna couldn't imagine what else had to be done to assure her obedience, but then again, she could barely think straight any longer, and her mind was still drowning in wave after wave of euphoric pleasure. Her tongue hung from the side of her muzzle as she was carried away by groping, devious paws, and despite what she'd just endured, she couldn't be sure if she was nervous for what the morning brought...or excited.
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Guardians: Downfall Chapter 7: Order Alpha One by Akutenshi Ishimura
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Order Alpha, the human admiralty discusses the Order, and confronts Everont on his rash decision to attack the Serenity at Aegis. This is the end of Part I, Part II will be releasing soon. - Location: Earth, Colorado, somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. Date: November 24, 2776 The Fleet Admiral, an
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"force",
"gritty",
"loss",
"marine",
"navy",
"wusky"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150361-guardians-downfall-chapter-7-order-alpha-one
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Location: Earth, Colorado, somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.
Date: November 24, 2776
The Fleet Admiral, an older White skinned man stared off at the vast moutaneous region through a window. On the outside, it was covered in holographic emitters that would make it appear as part of the mountain, but on the inside was a metal room with picture of ships ranging from old sea ships, waves battering against their wooden hulls, then a few with metal frames and large ballistic cannons in calm ocean waters leading up to the first starship designed by Humanity to the trio, Valkyrie, the Serenity, and the Titus at a space dock with smaller ships orbiting her. A large crescent shaped table stood behind him, a large holographic emitter hung from the ceiling over the table displaying Aegis and the remaining ships of the UGSM. Williams watched as two stealth fighters lifted up from the forest below and took off to do patrol around the area of the large complex designated Wolves Den. The door opened behind him and he motioned with his hand to a sensor on the far left of the room to dim the windows.
"Fleet Admiral Williams." The younger looking Admiral Whitcomb said as he took a seat to the far left side of the crescent table. "Admiral Martin, Powell, and Wilson will be joining us shortly. Another Admiral is in the Kentara System surveying a planet with a fleet to see if it is ripe for colonization while the other is in the Epsilon Eridani System dealing with refugees from Aegis." Whitcomb said.
"I know about the whereabouts of the two Admirals Whitcomb. But we need to discuss the Everlont sistuation. Where is General Ashton and General Watson will arrive within the next two minutes, but Everlont's recent activities has warranted for a discussion about how to proceed as planned." Williams responded, Whitcombs nodded as the other Admirals began to file into the room followed by the two Generals. Williams walked around the room staring at each of them. They had allowed Scheck and the other qualified Captains to assume the leadership positions of the fleet's deployed at Aegis for they had to convene and discuss how to progress with their plans. And also to discuss why Everont had decided to enter the battle for Aegis. "Everlont has retreated and is rejoining the rest of the attack force for Leben. Kai is still on the planets surface having his 'fun' with the soldiers there. And as for Scheck allowing his helm officer to pilot the ship however he saw fit, we will need to discuss what to do with that and his tactic regarding firing ARC's within a planets atmosphere and with all those ships bunched up together, he's lucky the EMP pulses from the cannon's didn't disable every single ship there and send them spiraling down to the ground."
Whitcombs raised an eyebrow at Williams, "Admiral Williams, how many Naval engagements have you been in?"
Williams looked at Whitcombs puzzled, "Sir?"
"How many Naval engagements have you been a part of Williams." He repeated.
"Several dozen sir, most where hard fought victories, especially against our former adversaries." He responded.
"Then you know that during those engagements, that protocols are a set guide line, they are there to help guide the Captains in battle, but none the less, they are also meant to be broken during desperate battles." Whitcombs stated.
"Sir, with all due respect, Scheck knew that firing ARC's in atmosphere would have a high probability of temporarily disabling the ships around him, and to have his ship be disabled in return. The Accelerated Rail Cannon's emit a small EMP pulse soon after being fired. Surely we can't just let him walk away after pulling off a risky maneuver such as that one. And let's not get started on how the Ensign Nielson flew that ship. She isn't designed for Atmospheric engagements, let alone to go into a planet's atmosphere and angle herself upright. The damage they have sustained to their engines and their hull integrity are evidence of their carelessness. The costs to repair the Serenity will be extremely high." Williams said, his voice rising a little.
Whitcomb's glared at him, "That is good for us, for our plans to succeed here, to eliminate the Guardians', their academy, their leadership, their base of operations on Leben, the Serenity and Valkyrie need to be put out of commission for a certain amount of time so that way Everlont and his group can do what they need to do without having to deal with two of our most advanced war ships."
"Sir, are you saying we pat Scheck on the back and tell him 'good job, you've ruined the ship we just gave you, but good job on pushing back the enemy. Also, breaking specific rules put into place for that ship is fine, continue doing it and making us pay to fix her up yet again!" Williams said, in a mocking voice.
"Silence!" Whitcombs shouted at him. "Scheck has done us a favor, the Serenity will not be ready to do an open engagement for a while and we can use this to our advantage!" He said, his voice echoing throughout the room. Williams sat there, his mouth shut, his face red. "As for the reason why Everlont went to Aegis, that is yet to be seen. We should be receiving a transmission from him so-" A bright hologram appeared in the room. A tall figure appeared wearing a tattered cloak over his head, his muzzle barely showing and his tail curled around his leg. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear..." Whitcombs whispered. "Everlont, was just talking about you, the reason you went to Aegis."
Everlont's muzzle turned towards Whitcombs, he could see his teeth showing in anger.
"My reason, is my son." He responded.
"Your son?" Whitcombs asked.
"Akutenshi Ishimura, my son, was on the planet. I wanted to try and see him." Everlont said.
"So you obliterated several Human ships t-"
"I do not care for your Human ships Admiral! I am in it meerely for revenge against the Guardians, and to rescue my son before he falls for the lies told to him!" Everlont shouted at the Admiralty.
"You should care, we are helping you get to Leben so you can destroy the Guardians, their academy, their home world and their order. We need you for our plans here Everont, we want to help you get revenge but it is difficult for us to do so if you blatantly destroy our ships and keep us from proceeding as planned." Whitcombs stated. "things must be ready, our pieces are falling into place with ease, but you losing control of the Mass Cannon was something we were not fully ready for. Now the Pelzigans, your people, have control over it and it could make the attack on Leben a more dangerous one. We are slowly building in numbers, there are Human crews who sympathize with the Pelzigans and are more than likely going to be unwilling to actually follow through with the order when it is given. But in order for that order to be given, the Pelzigan government MUST be on it's knees."
Everont glared at the Admiral and huffed in annoyance. "I can understand that."
"Then you will wait with the rest of the Lothian's remaining fleet's for the order to attack Leben, Kai will have to find a ship and escape Aegis on his own." The Admiral stated, Everont nodded, and then faded out of existance. Whitcomb's looked at the rest of the room and watched as everyone talked amongst themselves. He would have to advance plans now that the Pelzigans found out about the Mass Cannon, and the Talkenshi. Order Alpha One would be commenced, they would enslave the Pelzigans that would survive the initiative and kill off the Guardians as well as destroy their already weakening fleet's. The day of reckoning was coming, and it was their god given right to be the dominant species in the galaxy.
END OF PART I
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Sextra Credit by Calico64
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#21 of Writings A story I wrote for my good friend Mellybyte (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/mellybyte) and now I finally get to share it with all of you! I'm so excited to show you, because I do love the way it turned out. Melody is a school teacher with only a little while before the school year
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"Balls",
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"Cat",
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"Fucking",
"Gangbang",
"Group Sex",
"Highschool",
"Locker Room",
"M/M/M/F",
"Mellybyte",
"Premature Ejaculation",
"Rabbit",
"Short Story",
"Story",
"Straight",
"Student",
"Teacher",
"Tiger",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148173-sextra-credit
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Sextra Credit
Just two more long, drawn out months, and the school year would finally be over. Miss Melly sat at her desk, and watched all of the kids write their second-to-last essays for the school year. The next one would be the big one, and they all knew it meant an entire letter grade scoring of their final grade. Well, her eyes were on them, but she wasn't really watching them. She was playing with her no. 2 pencil and rolling it around on her desk, gazing at them but really looking into empty space while their pencils dragged across the paper. A distant smile was glazed over Miss Melly's face, and it went away as the first student got up from her seat and handed in her essay. Already Melody could tell that she half-assed it. It was barely two paragraphs long, and they barely took up the whole front of a notebook paper.
Melody sighed, these kids were not the worst students she'd had as a teacher, but they were probably up there with the most boring. Melly was a calico cat lady with brown, black, and white patterns all over her graceful, lovely body. She was trim, but not overly so, and had long, half brown, half black hair to match her pointy cat ears. She pulled the first paper from the assignment bin, and started grading it right away. It was Friday, and the last day before they had to start getting ready for final reviews of the semester. She always believed in getting a leg up on the progress so that they didn't need to play catch-up like some teachers.
Not like her neighboring classroom teacher, Mr. Bines. The canine with a lot of bark, and a lot of hot air. The only time she ever saw him was when Melly was playing a movie in her room, and he came over to complain about how loud it was. She didn't mind so much, though. As annoying as he was, he was built like a football player. As much as she hated sports, she loved a good set of muscles, and he was stacked. She often found herself looking down at his package, and imagining what he was hiding under those jean pants and belt. Whatever it was, it bulged, and she had to restrain herself from unzipping it and letting loose a nice handful that she could shove right into her mouth. The idea of feeling a soft cock harden in her mouth made her moist. She had to cross her legs tight under her desk and look around at the kids to see if any of them were looking.
To her surprise, there was someone looking. A young tiger man, Ren, was looking straight at her and grinning in a way that made her raise an eyebrow. She saw that he was done with his essay, and looked over at her inbox to see that she had missed him turning in because of her... let's say... daydreaming.
Melody reached over to see a few piece of paper were stapled together, face down in the bin. She turned it over and only saw three words written on notebook paper.
"Turn this over." It said, and when Melly did, her bright, teal eyes widened. Her heart caught in her throat, and her cheeks became ever so hot. She looked over at him, and Ren winked at her. His fangs in full view through his grin.
They were pictures, three of them. In her early years as a teacher, she may have gotten into some kinky stuff with some high-paying individuals. They talked her into posing for them, and she was as naked as the summer sun. The first picture was her on a bed with a very large vibrator pressed up against her clitoris. She had a large smile on her face that just screamed "fuck me." The next was a full ass view with her sex pressed together between her legs, and her looking back at the camera. The third was her standing behind a chair, her hands on the back of it and her arms pressing her largish tits together, her left nipple had her own signature spots on them.
The paper behind the pictures had a note on it: Meet me tonight in the men's locker room in the north gym at eight o'clock. Tell anyone about this, and I will post these pictures on every bulletin board and every locker in every hallway. Come alone, and wear that sexy little clover collar of yours.
She hadn't worn her collar that day, and she found herself reaching around her neck to feel for it. Her embarrassment could be measured in gallons at that moment. And that rotten little creep even licked his lips a little bit. It was with the utmost shame that her pussy began to drip with absolute ecstasy. She felt like she could rub herself off in front of everyone, and it would be quick enough that no one would notice. No one except the golden-eyed tiger that stared her down like a fresh piece of meat.
That period couldn't end fast enough! Every single paper after that was graded with tiger breath covering her neck. She just wanted to stand up in the middle of class, get right up into his face and tell him off! She wanted to spit fire and make him understand what a sick little pervert he was. Melly came so close to just unleashing all of her fury on him, grab him by the balls and pull him onto her desk. She would pull his pants straight down and slap his tight fanny with the full palm of her hand, making sure to jerk his dirty cock until it was to the very cusp of cumming! Then she'd--
Dear lord! What was she thinking! The heat she was feeling could probably be smelled for miles! The bell finally rang and all of them exited the class. She was a sweaty mess at that point. Him leaving the class was a huge relief, but his tiger's eye was still in the back of her mind for her last two periods.
The final bell ringing only meant she was that much closer to eight o'clock.
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She entered in through her classroom's backdoor. She had the key, and she really didn't want anyone to see her come through the front entrance like this. She wore a black skirt that came down to her upper thighs and a white button-up shirt, showing off the black bra underneath. She wore black stockings, attached to garter straps. Melly was not ashamed to admit that she did not wear panties as a last bargaining chip. As instructed, her clover dangled from her collar. From the looks of things, this kid was probably going to shake her down for all A's on all assignments and all tests forever. She sighed, ready to be blackmailed out of house and home, and then when it was all said and done, she'd just end up on the streets, digging through trash cans and meowing at the moon on old men's fence posts.
By the time she got to the gym, she could already hear someone talking in the men's locker room. The echoes of talking voices was palpable. He told her to come alone, but he was not alone? She didn't know what was going on, but if more kids found out about her, then why in the hell was she doing this in the first place? He'd already told them, what's to stop them from going to their friends and some parents overhearing it? She'd be out of a job so fast her head would spin!
She opened the door to the bathroom, and sure enough, there stood a grey wolf that she recognized, but he was in Mr. Lorris's English class across from hers. He wore a tank top, and gym shorts as if he just got back from working out. Then there was a shorter, but still muscular white rabbit beside Ren. The tiger himself stood between them, and they instantly stopped talking as they saw her enter. All of them glared her down, and she could feel their eyes exploring every crevice they could see.
"Alright, I came like you said, now what are you up to? Where did you get those pictures?" Melly said, her fists going to her hips, looking at all of them, and not backing down from their glaring eyes.
"Where do you think?" Ren's grin never left his face. He was a red tiger with deep, black stripes all over him. "The internet, of course. I kind of have a thing for Calicos, and I did a double take when I found them."
"Alright, fine. So now what? You want all A's in the class? You want a pass on all of my homework?" She rolled her eyes, and frowned at him. Then she looked over at the wolf, then the rabbit who just stood and watched her, never taking their eyes off of her body. "And what's with these two? Enjoying the show?"
"Are you kidding me? Your class is easy, and the semester's almost up. What did you think I wanted?" Ren pushed his gym shorts down and out flopped a surprisingly large, pink cock. Melly's cheeks flushed their very deepest, and her hands went to her mouth. That was when the wolf did the same thing, his was even bigger! Both of them were erect to the point of standing straight up. The wolf's was visibly pulsing as if he hadn't cum in a week!
"Wh-wha-what are you doing?!" Melly said through her fingers that covered her mouth.
"I want you to get on your knees and give me and my friends a good working over." Ren walked over to her, his shorts kicking off of his feet as he neared her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and before she knew it, she was on her knees, and the smell of pheromones filled her senses to the brim. That smell caught her off guard, and soon her pupils dilated to the size of quarters. She pressed her nose against the shaft of it, and took in its wonderful scent. She began to purr, and put little kisses all along its nice, pulsating, veiny hardness. The head of his peen began to expand slightly, and her purring only grew more vigorous. With an enormous hunger, she stuffed Ren's extremely hard dick into her eager mouth.
"Oh, God." The wolf said as he watched her. "She didn't need much in the ways of convincing." They all had a good chuckle at this, although Ren's laughter was short lived as she started working her tongue over the tip and just under the glans. She jerked him with her hand. Her other hand went to the wolf's hard-on, and it felt amazing. It was tight as hell, and absolutely solid. She could barely fit her hand around it as she rubbed it down. She stopped sucking on Ren for just a moment to spit on the wolf's erection. With the lube from her saliva, she started to massage his shaft with a firm grip, and it twitched in response to her touch. Her tail wagged behind her, shifting from side to side in an eager fashion.
To her surprise, she felt two hands wrap around her from behind, and undo her blouse. The white rabbit opened her jacket to find she was wearing a black bra, and that was soon to go. Her large tits rolled out from under her cups, and Ren was happy to note the spots on her left nipple were actually there in person.
After a good slobbering, Melly began to take Ren in all the way, his head going into her esophagus. As the bunny began rubbing his big, white-furred hands over her tits, and pinching her nipples, she began to suck harder, and the difference to Ren was very noticeable. He began to sweat, and his breathing was becoming labored.
"Ren?" The wolf looked at him as she continued to rub his long shaft with her palm. "You gonna make it?"
"You-- Don'--Stop!" Ren shouted finally, and Melody let out a sudden laugh of glee as she took his twitching member from her mouth and he began to spurt. Three shots laid out on her face in sticky strings of cum, and she put her mouth over the tip of his penis for two more smaller ones in her mouth.
"Mmmmm..." She smiled at him and gave him one last little lick before putting one hand on the back of the bunny's head as he kissed her neck on the side, and continued to caress her beautiful tits. Her nipples were poking out hard now.
"What the fuck..." Ren said as he gazed down at the teacher. Her mouth already latched onto the wolf's hard cock. She pulled away from the rabbit, but only to get on her knees and hike up her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties.
"Owen, we're not here to play nice, we're here to play as we want." Randall, the wolf looked over at the rabbit as he timidly pulled his shorts down. For such a big hunk of muscle, he looked at her with a nervous approach to the whole situation. She grinned at him with the wolf's rock hard rod in her mouth and spread her legs out, two of her fingers separating her labia to give him a very good look.
To Owen's surprise, her pussy was covered in little black spots, much like the pattern on her fur, or the ones on her nipple. It dripped with anticipation as he got down on his knees behind her, and lined the head of his cock with her vagina. He brushed the tip of his glans against her labia, and began to enter into the hole that welcomed it. Melly mewed as he began push it slowly into her over and over again. Such warmth wrapped around him as he slid farther into her. As he got all the way into her depths, she gave a small moan, looking up at the wolf. Her lust was reaching critical levels, and as Owen began to fuck her, it only rose higher.
Ren watched as the two of them fucked her mouth and cunt, and he couldn't help but get back up to his full hard-on. Owen began plowing her hard! The wet, juicy noises came as Owen started pulling out, and pushing all the way into her, the tip of his dick kissing her cervix. Her moans were muffled by Randall's hot cock filling her gullet, but she was still echoing throughout the locker room.
For the next ten minutes, they took turns on her mouth and her cream-filled hole. They came on every surface their cocks could point. Her ass was mounded with semen, her jaw was dripping, and her tits were glazed as she rubbed her tits in between partners mounting her and dicking her into a groaning frenzy. All three of the boys sat on the locker bench, looking at her as she sat with her back against a wall. She licked her spotted pad fingertips, and sucked on two of them in an absolute fit of blind lust.
"Well, boys, all of you have had a turn, but now I think I should get one."
Sweat beads were already dribbling down their foreheads, their cocks were not soft, but they were not exactly strong as they could be. Their thighs and abs were burning like crazy. All three of them had already gone three whole times on her cunny, and that didn't even include her mouth, and Owen even got one off just by jerking it in her face.
Still, the gaze of absolute lust her beautiful, light teal eyes gave them was enough to get Randall, the large, gray wolf back up to a respectable hardness. He stood up and showed that his cock was pointed upward, and that was when Melly gave him a creepy grin that stopped him dead in his tracks.
She went to the parallel bench, down on the very end, snapped her fingers and motioned for him to lay on the ground in front of her.
"Now then." She purred, and let out another small mew. Melly climbed up on top of Randall, and licked her lips. She gazed into his eyes, deeply, and leaned down toward him face to face. Melly lapped her tongue all along the side of his muzzle as she sat straight down on his huge cock. Her voice yelped in surprise as her pussy was stretched. She wasted no time in bouncing on his gigantic pecker. Her mammaries bouncing, and her hard nipples brushing against his snout.
"You!" She turned to the other two who were jerking their dicks to the show, startling them. "One of you get my ass! Now!" She even angled herself downward and spreading her legs, letting her buttcheeks spread by themselves.
Ren hopped to it immediately. With a little spit lube, he covered his cock with saliva, and worked his way into her asshole. She let out a loud whine as they both worked their cocks, pistoning one into her ass, once that one was pulled outward, the other erect rod plunged into her. She started letting out loud cries with each breath as both of her holes were given a good dicking. Her cries of pleasure were suddenly interrupted as Owen grasped her jaw and began to face fuck her.
Melly's every orifice sang with magnanimus glee. She was never without a nice hard schlong penetrating one of her sex holes. It took very little time for her to cum, and within ten seconds after, a second orgasm rumbled through her stellar body. The wolf man could feel her pussy lips close in on his shaft, strangling it as he mercilessly continued to plow the pussy right in her pussy.
Cum spattered inside of her ass, and it took no time for the wolf to fill her pussy with rich, white sperm. Her sucking only grew more and more vicious. She worked her tongue over the tip of his penis, and gripped his balls, ringing out one last orgasm, which she quickly drank with greedy desire in her eyes as she gazed up toward him.
As all three of them dropped to the ground beside one another in sweaty satisfaction, Melody got up and stretched. Milky, thick spatters of cum took up the majority of her entire body. She licked a generous portion of it from her upper lip, and hummed happily at the sweet, salty taste. Her glasses were absolutely covered, a bit of cream dangled from the left arm of her lens. Much of the semen on her body was worked into her fur, making it matted and messy. The thick smell of sperm was palpable in that locker room, and it only fed her delicious afterglow. Leaning forward, her claws outstretched, and her back curved downward. Three loud pops were heard, with her tail stiffening.
"Well, boys, that was a lot of fun, but I really should be getting home. I need to plan out your essay, Ren. Just remember to watch those run-on sentences, kay?" A heart appeared as she kissed two fingers and blew it toward them. "Thanks!"
The three high schoolers as they watched her. All of them panted, beads of sweat running down their faces, and their limp, sweaty cocks laid flat against their abs.
"Oh, and smile, boys!" She giggled as she took multiple pictures of them in questionable poses, with flaccid dicks on display. "Ooooo This would look amazing in the girl's locker room, don't you think?" She got dressed in a timely manner before she left. As the door shut behind her, the exhausted trio slowly got up from the ground.
"Dude... I need to get her class next year." Owen said, and Ren turned a frown toward him.
"Shut the hell up..."
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Game Night (Part three) by Roxelle Wolfe
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#3 of Game night (series) The third part to the game night series enjoy - As Tyler let me go from the sudden kiss I stumbled back blushing cherry red, He smiled at me "What?" he asked smirking, I tried to think of something to say back but My brain wouldn't budge.Instead I hopped off the bed, and
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"Bisexual",
"Femboy",
"Folf",
"Male",
"Roomates"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144451-game-night-part-three
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As Tyler let me go from the sudden kiss I stumbled back blushing cherry red, He smiled at me "What?" he asked
smirking, I tried to think of something to say back but My brain wouldn't budge.Instead I hopped off the bed,
and walked to the window staring out at the new morning, And said "You can't parade around nude today, Lucy" I
held back laughing and he replied, "Aww why not?" getting out of bed, and walking to the closet, "Because my Sister
is coming over and I'd like you to make a good impression to her..." I said watching the trash truck pick up the streets cans.
I could hear the loud creak and squeak of the closet door, and Tyler punching and cussing at the obviously stuck roller door.
Finally he got it to open all the way and The light sound of him scrolling through the hangers of shirts, and pants,
"wear something nice," I said , I could barely see Tyler in the reflection of the window, "But not to nice" I added I could hear him sigh as
he was just about to put on a nice button up dress shirt that he only wore about once a year. "ookaay" he grumbled and turned back to the closet slipping on some
blue jeans and a Grey long sleeve shirt with a yellow 8-bit robot on the front, "How about this?" He said walking up behind me, "Perfect!" I said walking towards the door. He followed Me to the kitchen and sat down at the table I grabbed the two slices of toast I had made and set them down on a plate, then I handed it to Tyler,
"Thanks Ellie!" he said stuffing his mouth,
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Zootopia: Tragedy and Friendship Part. 1 by Noxious Photon
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#1 of Zootopia Series Nick finds himself deciding to work with agent Jack Savage in a new unit that specializes in undercover infiltration and information gathering. The new unit was brought about due to the night howler staring to take the streets as a drug, but unfortunately for Nick the ending to
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"Bunny",
"Character Development",
"Crossdressing",
"Drama",
"Fox",
"Jack Savage",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"Zootopia"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145971-zootopia-tragedy-and-friendship-part-1
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The gazelle looked down at her note pad and wrote down a few notes on her mind. Taking a moment to recollect her thoughts she put down the pad and looked over at the somewhat annoyed fox patient across from her, letting out a small sigh. "Okay officer Wilde, I want you to once again describe the events that happened to you that-""Oh come on Doc how many times am I going to have to do this, I thought on my last day here I could just get a few words of warning, a little friendly slap on the wrist, I walk out of here and move on with life."
The female gazelle sighed once again, giving the fox a somewhat impatient gaze. "For the last, and very last time Mr. Wilde it is Mrs. Rosaria to you, I told you my first name to get you to open up so at the very least you can say that, in full." Nick rolled his eyes before sitting forward in his seat towards the Gazelle. "Right.. Jessica, I've told you this story at least six times now. I've been here many many times and I'm really, genuinely over it as much as a fox can be, I got better things in my life now, I've moved on to better pastures." The fox went back to leaning against his chair relaxing himself as he turned his head almost smugly at the gazelle. "You know at this point you've almost made me completely desensitized to telling you this rather personal story of mine, is that part of the plan? Make me perhaps just say it so many times I forget how tragic it is?" Nick said in his somewhat more joking mannerism.
Jessica took off her glasses and looked at him. "Look Nick, I \**know \** you're sick of talking about it.. and I know you seem almost entirely over what happened, and that's fantastic, I do this specifically to help people do exactly that. But this is required as a last statement for my office, not to mention the multiple times you've tried lying or feigning your way out of leaving early even when you were anything but fine. I know you won't try to hide your emotions now, believe me I was able to tell from the very beginning when you tried putting on that little "mask" of yours, but I need to 100% confirm it again ok? So please, start from the beginning, go through the races, and you'll be out for good.
Nick could appreciate how Jessica always knew when to get to the point and cut past any bullshit, she wasn't quite as good as helping him as his little bunny friend had been but he understood that coming here was required for officers having gone through this type of ordeal. Nick stopped his usual joking around and closed his eyes letting out a small sigh. "Alright fine I'll bite, so long as you keep your word. As you know It started with Jack..."
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"Alright officers, He should be coming down any minute now. I want everyone to be at full attention when he arrives, if you think you have been through hell and high water you'd be wrong after meeting this man. Anyone one of you in his position would have pissed their pants on the first two days of the job, and.." The chief put on his reading glasses briefly whilst looking at some papers in his hands, briefly scanning them before putting them away. "For I suppose reasons somewhat unknown he has personally decided to come back to Zootopia and work in a special forces sector of our station... which we haven't had until now. And before any of you ask questions its part of our new mayor's initiative for preventing some of the deeper crime that has taken a hold of our city due to the now infamous night howler case. Jack will tell you more of the details himself."
Nick looked over at his partner to the right of him, noticing that the bunny had an abnormally excited face on, eyes open wide with an almost dumb smile on her face, in fact it almost seemed like she couldn't stand still. Nick cocked a slightly confused eyebrow at her before looking over at the chief to see where he was; he carefully leaned himself in towards her and whispered "If you get any more excited I'm going to start to worry you'll literally hop right out of your spot, what's the deal with this Jack guy anyways." Judy looked over at Nick a bit surprised. "You don't know of Jack? I thought surely at some point I'd have mentioned him to you." Nick pondered for a moment. "Hmmm nope, I don't recall his name being brought up at any point during your drunken escapades at the bar, is he a past lover you're too ashamed to talk about even when you're hammered?" Nick said with a slightly cocky grin while still being somewhat wary of Bogo now standing on the other side of all the ZPD officers in line. Judy rolled her eyes a little with a smile on her face. "Well for your information he actually IS a bunny, and even one from my home town. Buuut we had never met, he's fairly older than me and left at an even younger age then I did; if I'm the first bunny ZPD officer then he's the first bunny M16 agent. Aced his tests in almost every category, and has been known as one of the best agents around, though he isn't too well known to the public eye for... reasons. Really I only know about him due to some of my cousins, He was a huge inspiration to me for becoming a cop and being where I am today!"
"Hmmm is that so.." Nick said somewhat plainly but with just a tinge of jealousy in his voice that Judy picked up on. "Hey easy slick It isn't anything more than admiration, not that you really have anything to be jealous of. Just think of it like this.. if It wasn't for him, I may not be here right now, and so we may have never meet each other or become partners." Nick let out a small chuckle showing off his usual almost bored looking smile. "Well then perhaps I'll have to thank him personally, just so long as you two don't get personal."
And just as Nick finished his sentence to Judy a car drove rather quickly right up in front of all the officers and parked in front of the ZPD building. A large broad Tiger in a very nice suit and sunglasses popped out of the back of the car. He walked up to the front where the passenger seat was and opened up the door, everyone on the force standing still and eagerly waiting for what the bunny would look like. Most were expecting a tall muscular bunny that was 10x the height of a normal rabbit, some rumors even going around that the only way he could have done so many missions successfully in such a short time span was because he was a part of some weird biological experiment. But in the end when he hopped out of the car, literally, and took of his sunglasses to look at the officers he was in every way and shape a bunny. He was only somewhat tall for a bunny, of normal stature, unique black strokes of fur on his cheeks and an always cute but discerningly suave face.
Nick let out a very low whistle as he saw him leave the car that he knew only Judy would hear from him. "Now that's quite a handsome rabbit there, are you sure he didn't seduce his way to the top?" Judy gave Nick a somewhat surprised yet not so serious grin to the fox. "Nicholas Wilde I didn't know you swung that way!" Judy said in a joking manner. "Well excuse me for saying something nice about another male's looks Mrs. Try everything. Besides you don't know that, for all you know I like both genders equally; In fact maybe I just have a thing for bunnies, after all I partnered up with you and listen to your incessant complaining every day." "Ssshh quiet quiet he's coming." Judy said in a slightly hushed yet very excited tone as he walked up to the group now eyeing at each one individually.
He walked down the isle of officers giving them a very discerning look with an equally cool demeanor and smile, almost like he was trying to suck information out of all of them. *Hmmm.. Incredibly nervous cheetah that eats too much, probably front desk. A typical proud lion that probably relies a bit too much on instinct. An experienced hardened rhino who's probably seen almost as much action as the chief.* Jack then suddenly stopped in the middle of the isle looking over at Nick and Judy. *So these are the two officers Bogo has personally recommended to me... A very cocky looking fox with an astonishing amount of confidence considering his position, and a very enthusiastic bunny from my own home town, the oddest pair of the bunch and by fair in large the one that stands out the most. If I had to pick for myself I'd almost be biasedly interested in these two over any of the others, luckily it seems according to the chief that their skills are as outmatched for as much as they stick out.*
"Officers!" Jack suddenly shouted making everyone flinch just ever so slightly with maybe the exception Nick. "My name is Jack Savage and from this point on, with the exception of perhaps walking into the building or not directly being on a case, you probably won't be seeing much if any of me. The special unit designed by the mayor was specifically tailored to my own interests, my specialty as an M16 agent and as such is as undercover as possible; almost none of you will see any change in your life from my appearance except for of course the chief himself, and a pair of handpicked officers, Bogo?"
Everyone in line started to murmur slightly to each other in curiosity and slight confusion as Bogo cleared his throat. "Sense there is simply not enough resources or time for Jack to pick out two of the most competent officers here for himself I have already hand selected the two that will be joining, if they so voluntarily wish, Jack's unique special unit. These two picked officers I feel in my opinion have been exceptional in all regards, cracking some of the most dangerous cases our unit has had to deal with to date and an incredible almost spotless track record for the short time they've been here." All the other officers started to groan quietly and put their heads down as it became painfully obvious who he was talking about, with Nick keeping an upright posture and his usual smug grin while Hops had an even more excited smile keeping upright as well.
Chief Bogo ignored everyone's reactions and continued. "I'm talking of course about the pair Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps. If you so choose you will be-" "Ooohh yes yes yesss!!" Judy suddenly shouted while hopping up in the air with her arms out being unable to contain her excitement, only to be given an unenthusiastic stare from chief Bogo as she stopped smiling and went back in posture. "Ah uhm sorry heh... continue" Chief Bogo looked back at the two as a whole. "If you so choose you will be officially part of this special unit and be under direct order of Jack while also working side by side with him, you will answer to him first before me with anything having to do with the specific unit's cases. You're normal ZPD officer activates will be postponed until you are no longer involved with the unit, and due to the sever increase in danger and urgency you will be given a suitable increase in pay a long with a somewhat less consistent scheduling. Do you two accept this position knowing this?"
Judy Hopps with a determined smile saluted and said "Yes sir!" Nick right afterward also saluted somewhat less enthusiastically but still happily and said "Yes sir." Chief Bogo nodded at the two and put his hands behind his back. "Alright then officers, any questions or information needed from the ZPD you can still report to me however you're primary boss, if you wish to call him that, will be Jack. Everyone.. dismissed!" And with that everyone quickly dispersed murmuring and talking with one another, Nick and Judy sticking together doing the same as they entered the building.
"Well that was quite unexpected." Nick said as Judy made an almost sighing laugh as if letting out all the pent up excitement she had "Yeah haha wow.. I can't believe we got picked to be on this super special secret unit, how awesome is that!" Nick pointed a finger casually at Judy as they continued walking. "Well I wasn't quite thinking that, I mean we are already by far much more significantly cooler, cuter, handsomer, smarter, stylish, cunning, self-loathing, fluffier-" Judy pushed his partner roughly interrupting his listing. "Oh just get to the point you dumb fox!" Nick smiled down at his partner rubbing the side of his waist. "Well sense you asked so nicely\~ Once you told me about who he was I wasn't really surprised in anything the chief said in his little speech, really what's unexpected is the fact that this all took place outside the ZPD building." Judy looked at him a little confused. "Wada mean?" Nick put a finger lightly on his chin. "Well when I think about it it just.. doesn't really make much sense to me. You'd think Information about an M16 agent slipping in here wouldn't be made so publicly and flashy like that. I mean having all the officers outside for the world to see, letting everyone know there's some kind of secret unit, what's the point in doing all that if it's supposed to be undercover?"
"That's because it's part of the Mayors initiative." Jack suddenly said standing behind the two, who stopped and looked back surprised to see him. "Oh Jack!" Judy called out to him as he smiled rather coolly at the two. "The mayor wants the people of Zootopia to know that he's taking the extra mile to protect them after the incident with the previous two mayors; while having a secret unit nobody knows about is technically more beneficial it won't get that message across to the general public, so it is a little bit of a publicity stunt honestly. That being said, nobody but us will know exactly "what" we are doing other then something secret." Jack put his hand out too the two of them and smiled. "Jack Savage, nice to meet you." Nick was the first to put out his hand to greet him looking somewhat down at him. "Well good to meet another fellow bunny then, you know when I heard you're name I thought perhaps you'd be some overly serious no fun spy but I've gotta hand it to yah, you've made a good first impression, really slick introduction too." And to both Nick's and Judy's surprise his smile widened a bit and he actually laughed a little, the action taking away from his previous cool demeanor somewhat. "Well I just so happened to overhear you two as I was trying to catch up and just said what came to mind, I tend to do things pretty on the fly sometimes so I'm glad it came out well."
After Nick was done Judy immediately went up to shake his hand rather rigorously. "Oh my gosh Jack your like.. I can't believe you're here! You've been suuucchh an inspiration for me ever sense I was a young doe, you are the reason I had the determination to leave my home and train to become a cop and work up the courage to come here and gosh your also so much nicer and friendly then I thought I thought you might be mean like Nick said butyouractuallyseemreally." Judy sank down a little bit still holding Jack's hand taking a sudden really long exasperated breathe of air before talking again. "Cool... heh.."
Jack simply continued to smile cooley at Judy. "Ah well I'm glad to see someone else from Bunny burrow on the force, the first ever bunny officer, alongside no less the first ever fox officer! Oh and the rumors about spy's being super self-absorbed are.. mostly untrue anyways. In reality being an I suppose you could say charming asshole in delicate situations comes off as just being an asshole, it's important to keep emotions in check and all that but a good personality is a huge part of being in my department. Luckily the cases here won't be as extreme so you won't be going through rigorous personality tests.
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"Nick your reminiscing a bit too much again." Nick looked over at the gazelle confused at first but then caught himself. "Ah right right..." He scratched the back of his neck a little. "Jeez and I was even the one who said I wanted to hurry up and leave huh." The gazelle shook her head. "It's quiet alright Nick, It's a very healthy sign that your doing so. Tell you what, how about we skim, just a little bit, through the cases itself until we get to near the end of the important one."
Nick nodded and laid back a little in his rather long cozy chair, trying to relax again. "Well as you know after that me and Judy had quiet some.. crazy stuff happen. We had a little extra personal training from Jack himself to make sure we were ready for some more under cover type work instead of parading in our uniforms all the time. And.. the very first case was probably one of the worst ones too.."
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"Just so you know, this is NOT what I signed up for when I wanted to be on this case..." Nick said very irritated as the two bunnies helped to put a bit of extra make up on Nick, Jack going behind him to adjust his dress a little bit. "Look there's no helping it. One of the biggest drug dealers in town that is going to start spreading the new drug is absolutely showing up to the gay bar tonight. And not only is he going there to promote his drug in a very show-offy fashion to multiple important business partners, but he also has a very well-known affinity towards effeminate men there, specifically ones in girly clothing." Nick still only looked incredibly irritated as Hopps started putting eyeliner on him. "Yeah and uh what's so bad about this drug that I have to show up seducing some weasel looking like this again? Can't we just find the next big drug dealer that's maybe into cute bunny twins and you two can seduce him?"
Judy went on her tip-toes to apply a bit of powder to Nick's cheeks. "Oh come on Nick this is serious. The drugs are part of the same serum Bellwether and her cronies were making for their insane plan. Of course I'd be pointless just making people go purely feral so I'm sure its much more subdued and not permanent, but it's still a dangerous un-tested drug, who knows what the side effects could be." Jack finished adjusting the dress and looked back at the two. "Not to mention the reports show the drugs themselves are mostly only useful for gaining an edge on fighting or killing, the only other use such a strong drug would have would be maybe for sex or for animals in heat to lose themselves, so to speak. But If it's any constellation, you look very cute in that dress." Jack said cockily and a bit teasingly.
Nick looked back over at Jack with a smug but still somewhat irritated look. "Hmm I don't know slick don't you think this costume would look better on you? I mean you bunnies are already so cute and effeminate maybe you should be the one going in their instead of me, I bet you'd get a lot more heads turning with that cute little bunny tail sticking out of this dress." Jack crossed his arms still sporting a bit of a cocky grin. "Well for your information Nick I actually have had to dress like a woman for a mission before, and it was indeed quiet.. effective. However that being said, the weasel we are after only like's predators, he has very... specific interests."
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Nick stared up at the ceiling with a somewhat nervous and irritated look on his face squinting his eyes a bit, almost like he was back at this exact moment having to deal with the situation again. "Uh doc can I.. please just skip ahead of this case a little."
Jessica looked down at her notepad. "I did tell you to skim if you wish, at least talk about the end of it."
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The weasel cackled loudly as he held the somewhat nervous nick around his side in a dress. He was in a private room on the second floor of a rather well known gay club, attending the somewhat luxurious VIP area that had some of the less then legal acts take place, and not just sexually. Nick was the closest to him but there were a few other most likely male animals in dresses around some of the other businessmen listening to him.
"I'm telling you men this stuff right here" The weasel bangs the suitcases in front of him with his paw before lying back down in the couch. "Is the next big hit my friends. Once you get this night howler stuff its easy as hell to make, you can produce hundreds of edible pellets to consume and one will be more than enough to get anyone going, not to mention they look like blue berries! Easy to disguise visually, but smell wise we are still working on it, it is new after all. But gentlemen trust me when say this is a good business venture, this is what we call the future of drugs." The men in suits looked at each other with agreeing smiles and even murmured a few positive words to one another, also feeling somewhat inebriated from the strong drinks and dressed up animals hugging next to them.
Nick tried his best to seem somewhat seductive with the rest of them but was a little bit too uneasy to fully play the role; he was recording the whole conversation with the carrot that they actually disguised to look like it may be a vibrator if anyone were to see it. As the weasel looked at the business men rather cockily he started to hug Nick a little closer to himself and put his head up towards him while taking another swig of his cocktail, Nick smiling down at the weasel rather nervously. *Come on you dumb drug dealers take the damn offer already, and say it loudly!*
The one seemingly in charge of the deal on the other table coughed slightly into his hand to get the weasel's attention and smiled. "Alright then Weezer, I think this drug will have a lot of good use in the future, with some refinement it can be a force to be reckoned with, you have yourself a deal!" The two shook hands as the weasel cackled with excitement. \_Got him! \_Without hesitation Nick shoved his hand into his pocket, stopped the recording, and clicked another button on the carrot.
Within almost seconds the door to the night club got completely busted open as Mchorn was the first to enter it. "THIS IS THE ZPD, GET DOWN ON THE GROUN!" And quickly following the subsequent screams and people freaking out Delgato and Fangmeyer rushed into the building past the Rhino holding pistols, while all the other ZPD members already starting to surround the building.
The dealers upstairs instantly heard the racket and without even a single word started to scatter and take off almost like it was natural instinct. Weezer himself looked around suspiciously before making an immediate move. "Shit how did they know.." The weasel got up tugging slightly at Nick. "Come on baby, I'll get us out of here, I still have some plans with you\~" And just a second afterward Nick instantly smacked him right in the back of the head taking him out instantly. As the weasel fell to the ground Nick put his heel on Weezer looking down at him. "I don't think so... Sweetheart."
"Nick!" he heard the familiar phrase from his partner as he looked over at the window, seeing Judy as well as Jack enter. "Nick.. are you alright?" Judy said somewhat concerned as Nick gave his usual smug grin. "Well you know aside from maybe a few red marks on my ass and a very deep feeling of shame and regret... yah I'm doing fine, how about you?" Jack laughed a bit and gave him a strong pat on the back looking up at him. "I'm glad you're unhurt, you did a convincing act out there! Couldn't have done it better myself." Jack gave him a proud and approving grin as Nick's own grin turned a bit more serious. "Oh stop it, if you continue talking like that you're gonna make this lady blush." Judy went up to Nick and hugged him lightly with a little bit of a laugh. "You know that dress does suit you in an odd way, maybe we should keep it?" Nick chuckled lightly looking down at his partner and putting an arm around her. "Well while getting your affectionate approval about my dress is quiet lovely, I think I'd prefer to throw it away and perhaps forget this enter thing happened."
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"But no there was no forgetting that case, because unbeknownst to Judith I would have to go to a psychiatrist and talk about it over.. and over and over, until eventually the shame inside me grew so deep that I wouldn't even be able to look at a dress ever again."
Jessica rolled her eyes a bit. "Well... unlike some of the times in the past you're not just using your humor to hide your emotions so, I'll allow it." The Gazelle jotted down some notes and looked up to surprisingly see the fox looking at her somewhat seriously.
"Do I really gotta say all these cases again? I mean I know it's important to you know the buildup of the story and relationships, friendships, blah blah blah but, even you must be getting a little tired right? Look next case is we bust the second big deal going on in the underground bar but Jack goes undercover by himself for that one and I just show up last minute, then me and Jack go to the third one pretending to be interested business men and once again barley any hicks, a few scratch marks and boom all three are in jail... Then finally the last one with me and Judy and the supplier."
Jessica looked at the fox with a somewhat blank expression as there was silence for a small while between the two. She seemed to think to herself for a brief moment before she looked down at her note pad again while speaking. "Nick.. do me a favor. I know this is the important one but I want you to specifically try to skim through the case itself, not what happens afterward just the case."
Nick looked at her a little confusingly. "Uhm.. I guess I can try but, is there at least a reason? Or are you just finally just sick of me and this story." The gazelle jotted something else down. "Yes there is reasoning for it, please try your best."
Nick looked back up and contemplated for a while. "... Me and Judy prepared an entire week for this one. There was no undercover stuff like last time, Jack said he didn't want to do this but the main and big supplier making all the drugs was now the final threat and his location was fickle, the fact we found him at all was incredibly lucky. Despite the reluctance we basically had no choice, if we didn't id be another year of investigating and taking down popping up drug dealers, versus the chance of making the drug potentially permanently gone and banned as illegal right away. So me and Judy trained our asses off for the next few weeks after this discovery to infiltrate and be practically spies."
"... Tell me, what was the reasoning Jack didn't go with you again?" Nick chuckled as a light smile crept up on his face. "Is this for some kind of psychological information or are you just invested in the story again?" He paused briefly but didn't wait for an answer from the Gazelle. "Well it was as simple as the guy knew Jack's face, apparently back in young Jack's M16 Zootopia days he had fought the guy directly and shut down some other previous operation but failed to jail him, he said he always knew he'd pop up again. But oddly enough that wasn't the reason he came back to Zootopia, it was just a coincidence. But getting back to the main plot at hand, the mission was just me and Hopps going into this place with a very meticulous time efficient plan. We knocked out the front guards just a few moments before their shift switch, got the key cards, infiltrated the ducts, memorized the details of every guard position and location of the enemy so that nobody would even know we were there.. it went smoothly until we got to the office itself."
Nick paused for brief moment as his face and tone turned a bit plainer. "Apparently we got unlucky, a guard was in the wrong spot at the wrong time, free loading and taking a break when he shouldn't and.. saw carrots take out a guy. Despite the fact that he was the one slacking not doing his job he made a smart decision, didn't sound the alarm and went straight to the guy himself saying that we were here. They waited.. we fell into the trap."
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The Greys Chapter 21: A Matter of Public Record by hyenafur
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#22 of The Greys - Judy ran the name Ray Schaiferhund into the system, but nothing came up. Then she tried Ray's new name, Kody Grey. She was nearly immediately given almost all the information she wanted. Her eyes wandered over the screen, "Let's see here. Fingerprints. DNA Profile. Record of
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[
"Bunny",
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Rabbit",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148669-the-greys-chapter-21-a-matter-of-public-record
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Judy ran the name Ray Schaiferhund into the system, but nothing came up. Then she tried Ray's new name, Kody Grey. She was nearly immediately given almost all the information she wanted. Her eyes wandered over the screen, "Let's see here. Fingerprints. DNA Profile. Record of Aliases. Criminal Record. License Plate information. That looks like that's about it."
The rabbit scrolled over to click on the License Plate information. "Huh," she said as she looked at the license plate, "RB57H. I wonder what that means?"
"I have no idea, but he makes enough money to afford a Jeeves Buckaroo Infinity," the fox said.
"I wonder what's in his criminal record," Judy pondered as she closed the license plate information to look at the short list of criminal offenses. Nick chuckled, "Nothing greater than a parking ticket. Told you, Carrots." The bunny rolled her eyes as she went over the list of previous names. There was only one. "Raynard Kody Schaiferhund," Judy muttered to herself, her eyes dancing over the profile.
Nick let out a chuff, "Seriously? Raynard?" Judy looked over her shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"Raynard is another name for fox. Seriously, who names their fox kit after his own species," the tod said as he shook his head.
"Yeah, but did you see his middle name? Kody," the rabbit said softly, "it's a part of his original name."
"Maybe that was the only part he liked," Nick said as he took a sip of coffee.
"Maybe," she said as she closed the Criminal Record, "there's something here that I'm missing, Nick."
"You could try looking up his parents," the fox replied.
"I could, but their records would have been sealed," Judy retorted, "But maybe..."
The bunny didn't finish her sentence as she pulled up a web browser and typed, "Schaiferhund, Zootopia, accident," into the search bar. What came up were articles and obituaries from the last year's car accident, especially pictures of the parents; a German Shepherd and a corgi-wolf looking woman. Judy blinked a few times, "Nick, didn't you say Ray was raised by dogs?"
"Yeah, he was adopted. Everyone knew it, why," the fox asked and then it dawned on him, "Adoption paperwork."
Judy felt her ears droop, "I guess we didn't need to look up his records after all."
The tod chuckled, "Dummy bunny."
There weren't many adoption agencies in Zootopia, in fact there were only two; Our Lady of Zootopia and Open Heart Open Arms. Our Lady of Zootopia was quick to answer their inquiry. They'd never heard of nor had a client with the last name Schaiferhund.
Open Hearts Open Arms on the other hand was a different story. When they'd called, they were answered by a Mrs. O'Donnell. She had a warm grandmotherly voice to her, almost cheerful, though she immediately got down to business, "We have many children who are looking for loving parents and a good home, Miss Hopps. Are you looking to adopt?"
"No, ma'am. I'm trying to find some information on some clients of yours, a Mr. and Mrs. Schaiferhund," Judy replied, trying to wrangle the conversation away from the other woman. There was a long pause as Mrs. O'Donnell seemed to collect herself, "Yes, I remember them. I was so very sad to hear about their passing. It's so hard to find someone that is looking for tod kits, and when you find someone that wants one, they always stand out. I hope nothing terrible has happened to poor Raynard."
"That's actually why we're calling, ma'am."
There was another long pause, followed by some sniffling, "Please tell me he's all right."
"He's fine, ma'am, but we're a little concerned since he changed his name after his parent's accident to Grey and made contact with another family with the same last name."
There was a deep sigh of relief before a more business tone returned to her voice, "It's not uncommon for our adoptees to try to rediscover their roots later in life. He's not the first one to take his parent's last name, especially the mother's last name."
"His mother's last name? Do you know why?"
"From what I remember, his father sexually assaulted his mother and then refused to support her when he found out she was pregnant, which is why she put him up for adoption."
There was a long pause as Judy chewed on her bottom lip, "Did she ever file charges?"
"Not that I am aware of. I believe the father died a year later."
"You... you wouldn't happen to remember the mother's name, would you?"
"I certainly do. Josephine Grey."
Judy blinked a few times as she tried to absorb what she was hearing, "Josephine. Grey?"
"Yes. I can't tell you much else. She never contacted us after the adoption was completed."
"Thank you," the bunny said, her voice and hand a little shaky.
"Thank you, Officer Hopps. Please give Raynard our best if you see him."
The rabbit hung up the phone, her eyes wide. Things were actually starting to make sense for some reason.
"You okay, Carrots," Nick asked as he planted his hand against the wall by her face.
"Nick. I've got to call my mom."
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Anon chp1 by MsRoseAnon
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this is a good start to my story. this is Part one to the Anon serious. - It was cold... where was i? i tried to open my eyes and i heard shuffling. " shes alive!" someone said "are you sure thats not the body reacting to the different temperatures?" another voice I tried to move and show them,
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[
"Female",
"MLP",
"Male",
"My Little Pony",
"OC",
"Pony",
"Unicorn",
"alicorn"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152347-anon-chp1
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It was cold... where was i? i tried to open my eyes and i heard shuffling. " shes alive!" someone said
"are you sure thats not the body reacting to the different temperatures?" another voice
I tried to move and show them, that yes, i was alive, but i couldnt move. it was like i was being suppressed by something. *What was it? who did it? who.... am i? Where am i? WHAT IS GOING ON?*! I felt a hoof on my neck, it was cold, but almost comforting. i wasnt hearing voices and thats all that mattered to me at that moment.
" i feel a pulse, shes alive, but barely. we need to get her to Celestia ASAP." the voice said concerned, *for me? Celestia, i know that name..... wh---* everything went black.
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My head hurt, i slowly opened my eyes and let my eyes adjust to the lights. I was.... in a bed... a metal bed, with white sheets and plane walls.... I tried to speak but no one was there to hear me.. i needed answers but i didnt think it was going to be possible. I took this moment of silence and sat up slowly, a beeping started to go off but i ignored it. i saw a mirror on the wall and glanced at it, looking at.... myself. pastel green fur, long purple hair, with pink eyes. i felt tired, worn out. i slouched back into my bed and sighed.
A light tan, brown haired pony with a white uniform rushed in desperately. She looked like she was trying to say something but i couldnt mouth the words... then again i dont think i could understand her. i blinked a few times to clear my eyes and lifted my arms to rub them. She lifted her hoof and pressed a button on a square item, that flashed red. she stood there until moments after another pony; dark blue fur, black hair and scruff, larger than the female pony, and the same white outfit, minus the hat she wore... he had a metal thing around his neck; rushed in and stood in awe.
"shes awake! Contact Celestia right away, and the PFI, talk to Trails.... he needs to see this." the Large Blue pony said to the little Tan Pony. Honestly the only word i understood was Celestia, and even then i didnt understand why. The Blue Pony came closer to me, slowly. I watched him, weakly. i didnt understand what was going on, but i was too tired to care. i just wanted the headache to go away so i could rest. He took my Hoof and consoled me, "everything is okay, are you feeling okay?" He asked, but i couldnt understand... I looked away raising a hoof to my head trying to get the pain to stop. The Blue Pony nodded as if he understood and quickly left the room. *I guess not...* i sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes to try and focus on something other than the large throbbing pain in my head.
The room was plane white..meaning that the light from the ceiling bouncing off of it only made it harder on my eyes, even with them closed. I tried my best to get my mind off it, but that seemed counter productive seeing as it only made it worse. slowly my body started to ache, my bones felt weak and my stomach growled. I heard steps, one pony... maybe that Blue Pony... it was. he was holding a small glass filled with water and two small things, also blue but not at dark as his fur. He walked up gesturing to my mouth. i didnt understand so he took his other hoof and gently opened my lips and placed the pills in my mouth, near my throat. He gave me the cup of water and i drank all of it in desperation. the taste was amazing.
He took note of that and called in a carry cart full of food and drinks. He pulled the cart close to me and started to feed me. I didnt like it but i couldnt really move so i let it happen. After a while he looked at his watch and left the room, without a word. Which i didnt complain because i wouldnt have understood him anyways... \_why couldnt i understand him? \_i took the moment of being alone to listen to my breathing, it felt good. the pain had finally passed and i felt like i had some energy in me. of course that all ended when i felt a pressure in my lower stomach. I looked around and found a door other than the one i saw people coming in and out of. I got up out of the hard bed and stretched. when my hooves touched the floor i felt.... weird.... but happy. It was cold but slick, the air was cool and still, my hair draped down over my body like a blanket and it felt off as if i wasnt used to long hair.
i walked to the door and opened it. it had a seat with a hole in the middle and what looked like a very high tech sink, held up by metal.... come to think of it everything was metal here... it smelled very clean. I was familiar with what an out house looked like, though i didn't understand why it was in the building. i did my duties, which by the way felt amazing considering it wasnt the first thing i did when i got up. i got up and, \_wait what?! it flushes on its own? \_I sighed and washed my hooves drying them after. i opened the door.....
"Hello My dear" a Purple Pony said. he had short messy, brown hair with a cutie mark that looked like a map with a trail to the treasure. Odd... " You must be very confused, scared even" he said to me. i stood there looking at him confused. he walked up to me and brushed a hoof over my cheek, "do i know you" i say, his eyes widened. Everyone looked very confused but intrigued with what i said.... *a language barrier*....
"we need our translator" the Purple pony said looking over to the nurse, she promptly left the room. yet another pony entered the room. she was a tall thin, pink pony with light blue hair down to her shoulders that curled at the end. she had glasses and a spot under her eye.... she walked up to me calmly and placed her horn on my head, the room filled with magic. "this spell will last one hour, i would use that 60 minutes wisely. the spell only be cast once per day." she said and walked out of the room.
"leave us" The purple pony said to the two ponies with matching uniforms. He looked over to me and i could see his eyes light up. " You are alive, you are .... a lot more beautiful than i found you" he said as he sat in the nearest chair. motioning me to join him, but on the edge of the bed. "you must be very confused" he said calmly and i nodded. "then lets start slowly, who are you?" he asked and i looked around and with a sigh
"Im afraid my good sir, i do not know" i spoke. he blushed hard, did my voice really seem that appealing to him... He shuffled around and took out a note pad writing something down. i slowly walk over to my bed and sit down, then laid down. this also sparked his interest. " do i not lay correctly to you?" i asked
his eyes widened, trying not to be rude "of course you do, its just different..... different isnt bad." he said taking more notes. She noticed this and got up and walked over to him looking at his notes.
"I dont understand this scribble" she said calmly
"the translator can only cast a spell for speech. all i wrote was a list of things i need to ask you and your answers to them.... just so we can get to know you better" He said trying to reassure her.
"how about this, you ask me.... but you have to answer it as well.... seeing as you were assigned to me " she said in a mono toned voice
"seems fair" he shuffled through his note book and pulled out a list. " lets start with these, simple questions" he noted and looked up, the mare ever so close to him. her lips almost touching his.... his face went flush. He quickly shook his head and looked down. "uhm" he said before clearing his throat. " your name.......?" he asked. She pondered on that thought for a moment and got a bit frustrated. " you dont know?" he asked concerned
"no, ugh but why?!" she asked herself and him, neither of which could answer. there was a silence that fell over them.
quickly he moved on to the next question " age?" he asked a bit reluctant. in shock she looked around and sighed shaking her head. "alright, how about where we found you?" he looked up to the pastel green pony.
she looked at him confused " you... found me?". at that moment she shook her head and pointed a hoof at him " you havent answered anything" she huffed
he chuckled a bit " my Name is Trails, im 24 years old and i lived here in pony ville for most my life. before then its a blur" he said and marking things down on the sheet. "i know this seems odd to ask but, do you know anyone from around here?" he asked
she looked around " none of this even looks familiar to me. to be completely honest. i mean who sleeps in metal beds?" she asked clanking the bed with her hoof. Trails smiled "we dont all sleep in metal beds ms Anon" he said with a smile. she looked up to the Purple stallion and blushed.
She looked away and sighed " i dont think i know much of anything, about me... or my past... where am i ?" she asked now wanting answers. He put down his clipboard and with a realization he had a lot more to work on then he intended. he started to explain everything in detail of how he found her. how she was laying in a magic bubble under large layers of rubble of a fallen palace in the never lands. The only reason they found her was because a magical artifact lead them to her. he explained how they thought she was dead but in turn she was alive but barely.hanging on and that she was out cold for a good week before waking up, "everything else we were hoping you could fill in.... like why were you there and why... you are a blank flank" he said noting the bare bottomed Mare. He couldnt help but blush. the innocence of a bare, clear rump just struck something with him.
they talked a while and got more comfortable with one another, before a large white mare walked in with a horn, wings... and a crown.... Anons eyes widened " Celestia " she said short of breath. \_I KNOW HER, I KNOW THAT FILLY... NO MARE.... but... where?... how?.... \_Anons head was swimming with questions she couldnt answer and soon she was out cold.
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Life Beyond the Snow: Chapter 2 by Verrix
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#2 of Life Beyond the Snow Zane and Vexx have a much needed talk about the events leading up to them meeting. - Vexx sat against the wall just beside the door, hugging his knees close to him as he started calming himself down. It wasn't fair. Every waking day, he had to remember how alone he was
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[
"Anthro",
"Canine",
"Character Development",
"Depression",
"Drama",
"Emotional",
"Forest",
"Fox",
"Friendship",
"No-Yiff",
"Plot Development",
"Winter",
"Wolf",
"Young"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150367-life-beyond-the-snow-chapter-2
|
Vexx sat against the wall just beside the door, hugging his knees close to him as he started calming himself down. It wasn't fair. Every waking day, he had to remember how alone he was now. His parents were taken from him without warning. He couldn't bare the memories of what happened that day... he would only allow himself remember the looks on their faces. Just before he ran. Their terrified faces, urging him to run. Why did he run? Why did he not just stay there with them? He would at least still be with them. He still could be. It would be so easy. Just walk out into the blizzard whenever Zane fell asleep so he couldn't stop him. Surely, that would be enough to end him. Then he could finally be with his parents again. He wouldn't be so alone...
...
...no. No matter how many times he considered it, he could never bring himself to do it. He didn't know if it was because he was too weak or strong enough not to, but no matter how close he came to stepping out into the ferocious cold winds, he could never find the will to end it all. And every single time he thought of it, he found himself even lonelier than before. It was a never ending cycle. And it tore him apart knowing there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. Vexx buried his face in his arms and knees and began to silently cry again.
"Vexx? Please... I want to help." A clearly dismayed voice called to him, catching his attention. He stopped himself from crying and looked up to the door. Zane had no doubt come to try and cheer him up. Vexx turned his body facing away from the door. "Go away, Zane..."
Zane either didn't hear him or he just ignored him, because not two seconds later, Vexx heard the door open and he felt Zane's presence make his way beside him. Vexx turned his head to the other side defiantly as he sensed his friend taking a seat beside him.
"Hey... I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything about... them." Zane told him. He tensed up a little bit as he felt the fox's arm around him, but he didn't bother moving. He didn't feel like talking much right now.
For several moments, the howling wind was all that could be heard. Vexx could even ever so slightly make out Zane's shaky breathing. He could tell that he'd been crying too. He started to wonder what the point of him coming in here was until he spoke again.
"You know... my parents are probably dead too," he spoke softly, finally breaking the silence.
Vexx didn't make a movement for a few seconds as Zane's words fully sank in. He decided to finally face him as his face betrayed his emotions, having a visibly surprised expression. But as he turned towards Zane, his eyes widened even further. For a very brief moment, instead of seeing Zane, he saw a flash of his father in his stead... or was it his mother? Vexx shook his head and blinked, and just as quickly as those images came, they left, leaving him to wonder just what it was that he saw.
"I know that I've been saying that my mom and dad are still out there somewhere looking for me, but..." Tears began welling up in Zane's eyes as he struggled to continue, "they probably died out in the blizzard a while ago. Maybe if I hadn't gotten lost, I'd still have them, but... \*sniff\* but they probably couldn't find a house like I did to stay in. So... even though I could keep looking and hoping, I'm never gonna see them again..." Vexx could tell Zane was struggling to keep himself from crying again. He didn't know what to do. Up until now, Zane, however shy he might've been, had always been the optimist of the two. To see him in this state right now was surprising to Vexx.
And that's when he realized; Zane had been keeping his emotions at bay the entire time. He pushed back the thought of losing the only people close to him, the emotions that came with that trauma, and his fears of being alone just to... just to...
...just to try and make sure Vexx didn't feel the same way. His friend had been supporting him while ignoring his own pain the entire time.
Vexx's mind went back to the time he first met Zane. His memory of that time was slightly hazy, but he could still remember enough. He remembered his consciousness slipping away as he trudged through an especially violent blizzard as he saw a figure in the distance. His consciousness began to end as he collapsed into the snow and the figure sped towards him. And the next thing he knew, he had felt warmth. A feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time back then. And right by his side, was an arctic fox, asleep by his side. Zane had let a total stranger into his home, provided him with warmth and food, and gave him company, all without asking a thing in return. He remembered all of the times Zane had showed concern for him. He had always been there whenever Vexx was not feeling right, whether it was physically or emotionally. Vexx realized that he had more to thank him for than he ever would've thought.
But as he sat by him, looking down while he barely held back his tears, Vexx also realized how much pressure it put on him. With a new insight into his friend, he decided that it was his turn to comfort Zane, instead. He scooted over closer to his friend and wrapped an arm around his body, pulling him into a comforting embrace.
Zane looked up at his friend in surprise. After seeing his friend's expression soften, he couldn't hold it back any longer. He lay his head on his best friend's shoulder and wept silently. Years of built up pressure from emotional pain being inflicted on him finally coming out. Vexx sat there silently for his close friend, giving comforting strokes to his side.
As his friend cried softly at his side, Vexx allowed himself a small smile. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought he was. His parents may be gone, but he had a great friend who would undoubtedly look out for him. A pang of guilt shot through Vexx as he realized that through this entire time, he hadn't been doing the same, and his smile once again faded. Yes, he had been doing his part in making sure that they survived, but he never once asked himself how Zane felt, and he certainly hadn't asked Zane how he felt. Not anymore, he thought. If Vexx and Zane were going to survive together, then Vexx needed to make sure he was with him every step of the way.
Zane continued crying for several minutes before it finally began to slow, and simply rested his head against his friend, as well as wrapping his arm around Vexx. "You know..," he whispered, sniffling a little, "I don't think I ever asked how exactly your parents died..."
Vexx visibly tensed up a little. Zane had, in fact, asked him before, but it had been a while, and Vexx simply dismissed the question when he first asked it, so it didn't surprise him that he couldn't remember that it was a question Vexx didn't want to be asked.
"It's not a day I like to remember... but..," Vexx sighed and relaxed again, "...but I suppose you deserve to know." He held onto Zane tighter as he struggled to remember just what had happened.
"It started when I was just seven years old. Back then, I still lived in... not a town, because those had already all died out, but it was... it was kind of like civilization. One of the last parts of civilization. We took shelter in a bunch of man made caves and helped each other survive as best as we could. I would always stay inside while my parents took care of me, telling me stories about what it was like without this winter and the tales of a city that survived... heh... it filled me up with hope and a feeling that nothing bad was gonna happen, even if it was always snowing. And I had no reason to suspect otherwise. The adults brought back plenty of food and taught us how to hunt feral animals, clean fallen trees for firewood, and find and gather the fruits and vegetables that evolved to survive the cold. And everyone got along too. It all seemed like we were gonna be okay. Until... until one day, where word got out to a bunch of bandits that there was a semi functioning civilization.
"It was horrible... I didn't realize what was going on when I first heard screaming coming from outside. But my parents seemed to. Cuz as soon as the screaming started, they told me to hide. Hide and don't come out. So... I did. I hid under the slab of rock that we used as a table. And very soon after, those... thugs came in and started yelling at my parents. My parents tried fighting them, but they were just too strong. They.. th-they pinned my parents on the ground, and my parents just looked at me.. And I could tell they were urging me to run. They looked terrified... th.. then... there was so much blood... They k-killed them.. Right in front of me... I just screamed and ran. I was scared I was gonna die too.
"They took my parents and my home from me... and for two years, I had to survive on my own. Heh... can you imagine that? A seven year old wolf cub having to fend for himself for two whole years, trying to use the skills that they taught me. There were several times where I thought I was just gonna die. Because I could barely get enough food or warmth. And one day, when I got caught in an especially bad blizzard while I was trying to get to a new shelter, I really did think it was the end. I... I could feel myself becoming numb as I slowly started losing consciousness. The last thing I saw just after I collapsed in the snow was a shadowy figure in the distance moving towards me... which, I suppose was you, considering the next thing I knew was the fact that I woke up in your... house."
Vexx finished with a shaky sigh and rested his muzzle on Zane's shoulder for comfort. "So... there you have it. That's how my parents died. And... that's how I found myself at your place, I guess. Just please don't ask about it again. I hate remembering everything in between that day and the day before I found myself at your house. Please..." Vexx began shuddering softly.
Zane gave a slight but quick nod and backed away from the topic. He had learned enough, and did not wish to add even more salt to Vexx's open wound. He just inched closer to his friend and held onto him closely, just sitting in silence for the time being and listening to the howling wind outside.
Vexx tried to think about other things to keep his mind away from his parents' deaths. He chose to instead think about the day that he met Zane. That kind hearted fox who took him in without a second thought. Vexx surely would've frozen to death had it not been for the fact that Zane was nearby. Leading up to that moment, Vexx had been searching for new shelter since the last place he stayed in had very few resources. He could remember the moments leading up to his rescue so vividly. How he wanted to keep going when he saw the fox's shadow, but also remembering how exhausted he was, and had no choice but to collapse in the middle of the clearing because his muscles simply wouldn't support him anymore... the clearing... hold on a moment.
Vexx frowned in confusion as he remembered that specific detail. He went over his memories and looked towards Zane again. "Umm... Zane?"
"Hmm?"
"You said something about your parents probably being dead right? Well... when exactly did you... um... give up looking for them?" Vexx asked carefully, trying not to hurt his feelings.
Zane winced at the question and gave a sad sigh. "Honestly... I gave up a while before I met you. The blizzard we were caught in was a really bad one. I guess... the only reason why I was tryin to look for them for so long was cuz I didn't wanna be alone."
Vexx nodded and then swallowed nervously. "So then... what were you even doing so far away from the house that day?" he asked, already having an idea of what the answer was going to be.
Zane flinched and looked at his friend with a nervous expression. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
Vexx sighed and shook his head in sadness, his suspicions basically being confirmed by Zane's reaction. "I can remember the moments leading up to you saving me so clearly. That's not a memory that just... goes away. I remember everything about my surroundings and where I was when I collapsed was a clearing with a couple dead trees and rocks. Thing is, I've been twenty minutes away from this place in all directions a couple times, and even that was pretty dangerous. My problem is... in all the area I've seen around this place, I didn't see any part of that clearing. So you had to have gone out further to get to me, and you couldn't have known I was there ahead of time. So my question is... why were you so far away from the house?"
Zane's eyes shifted around the room, wearing a panicked expression. He felt like he couldn't escape those questioning eyes of his friend, though he wanted to be anywhere but in that room at that current moment. "I... w-well, I was..." Zane fumbled over his words, trying to come up with an excuse... but eventually he just looked down and let out a sad whine. There was no point in avoiding it.
"Y-you have to understand... this was before I met you. I was feeling so alone... I thought I wouldn't have any friends and I just wanted my parents back even though I knew they were dead... I-I..." The young fox's voice shook as he tried to explain himself. He took a breath, trying to steady himself, and continued. "That day... I was feeling so alone... I went out there to try and... freeze myself to death."
Vexx nodded slowly, expecting that answer, and pulled Zane closer with an arm, showing him that he was still very much supportive of him. Zane visibly relaxed a little at this gesture and took a shaky breath. "It's just... the day I got seperated from my parents in that very strong blizzard, I found this house and decided to make it my home until my parents found this place too. I could do that cuz I always helped out my parents with the hunting and wood gathering and stuff when I was with them, cuz it was just the three of us, y'know...? But the more I waited, the more alone I felt and the more I felt like they would never find me..." Zane started shivering and tearing up yet again, trying to fight the urge to break down again.
"But they never came... and day after day I was thinking the same thing; 'I want my mommy and daddy. Please let them find me.' And then soon it became, 'just let SOMEONE find me.' But... there was no one... it was just me. It really hurt, y'know... not like a cut or anything, but not having anyone around was just... yea. So one day, it just hurt so much that I wanted it to end. I wanted to be with my mommy and daddy again. So... I was gonna go out. Further than I had ever gone before. And I was gonna freeze myself to death. Just so I could be with them again. So I wouldn't have to hurt that way ever again. But... then I saw you in the distance.
"I got so excited cuz I couldn't help thinking that it was one or both of my parents. When I saw your shadow, I knew that it couldn't be one of them cuz your shadow was too short. Didn't stop me from hoping though. But when I got to you, you had already fainted. I could tell you were close to dying. So I made a decision."
Zane let out a guilty whine and let his gaze drift downward and shrink away from Vexx's. "To tell you the truth, I didn't save you cuz it was the right thing to do or anything... To be honest, I kinda thought you'd stab me in the back or something when you got better. But... I wanted to take a chance cuz I didn't have any friends or family. So yea... I didn't save you cuz I was nice. I saved you cuz I was lonely. I'm... I'm really sorry..."
Vexx took in the new information slowly. He had expected the attempted suicide answer from his friend, but he had not expected Zane to reveal his true motives for saving him. In the end though, Vexx decided that it didn't matter to him in the slightest. In a single and sudden move, he faced Zane directly and pulled him into a tight hug. "I don't care why you saved me," he gently muttered to his friend, "all that matters is that you did. And... I know what I said earlier, but I'm actually really happy that you did. I know I don't show it much, but I really like having you as a friend. And I swear, I'm not gonna let you feel that alone ever again."
No other words were exchanged between the two. Zane simply returned the embrace, and while tears were still streaming from his eyes, he had a small smile across his face as he enjoyed the company of his close friend.
The two stayed in their embrace for several minutes until Zane's ears perked up and he looked outside the window, causing Vexx to look up and do the same. "Looks like the blizzard died down a bit," Zane noted in a mutter, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You wanna go out and get that deer now before it picks up again?"
Vexx gave his friend another smile before getting up and grabbing his stone sword and some rope. Zane smiled back and took that as a signal to start getting ready, himself. The two grabbed their stone swords and knives, put on their snowshoes, and stood at the front door once they were ready.
"Ready, Zane?" Vexx asked. Zane nodded and Vexx reached for the lock on the door. "Alright, let's bring it back before it's too frozen to eat." Zane unlocked and opened the door, and the two stepped outside into the howling arctic wind.
(Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to complete. I'll be honest, I don't have any real schedule to my uploads. I just work on them whenever I feel motivated to. I'm not making any promises, but I'll hopefully be working on it more now because I've already been thinking of some more plot points in my head.)
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Chapter 7 - Story Time by Isaac Prin
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#7 of The Beasts of Burden Tensions are rising, and we're telling stories. - The night grew darker as the sparks from the fire danced with the rising smoke. Each of us had a story to tell, and one was to be the scariest, most frightening story that could possibly be imagined. These few moments
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[
"Arctic Fox",
"Camping",
"Foxcat",
"Guns",
"Hybrid",
"Rabbit",
"Story",
"Wolf",
"box"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148181-chapter-7-story-time
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The night grew darker as the sparks from the fire danced with the rising smoke. Each of us had a story to tell, and one was to be the scariest, most frightening story that could possibly be imagined. These few moments before an unfortunate circumstance were ingrained into my mind, and I remember each word, each pause and inflection in their voices. We had decided to flip a coin to give the order in which we would present our tales. Tazu was to go first, followed by Usala, then Redd, and since this trip was for me to relax, they saved my spot for last to have me take my time with formulating the perfect ghost story.
Tazu started, and he leaned into the glow, making his bleached fur reminiscent of the sunset not too long ago. His low, near-gravelly voice was unsettling in this situation.
"So, this story starts with a man in the distant future. He usually has several servants wait on him for his every desire though most of his were extravagant and luxurious when compared to the poor and deprived common people. Now, every day he walked through a mystical garden where upon touching the first rose grown, he absorbed magical, near godlike powers. He used these powers regularly to control mankind."
"Are you telling a science fiction or a fantasy story?" Usala interrupted.
"Are you asking a question or just annoying me? It can be both, Holter. Shut up, or you won't get to hear how it ends."
Usala pouted in her collapsible chair, arms crossed and tongue stuck out. Tazu ignored her and continued.
"As I was saying, the man controlled humanity to his will, receiving many different treasures from around the world for his choosing. He ate lavishly, each meal a feast fit for a king, but he only finished one plate before sending the rest to be thrown away and incinerated. One day, the people wanted to revolt against the man, so they snuck into his garden and snatched the rose from under him. Then, they used their new power to rip the man's flesh clean off his bones! The man found himself in excruciating pain and was dying amongst his servants. The servants rejoiced, but the man was not done yet. He grabbed each servant and rebel he could with what power he had left and dragged them into Hell with him! Since then, the harrowing screams of the undead haunt the man's palace, trying so desperately to escape the realm of torture!"
When Tazu finished his story, his calm demeanor struck me as very creepy and unsettling, but once he grew (though just slightly) more enthusiastic, I found myself enjoying the story aside from the ending. I started clapping quietly while Tazu glared at me.
"Aren't you terrified?"
"Not really," I replied, "but good job though."
"Yeah, whatever. Just wait until the government starts doing the same thing, and then tell me if that story's not scary, all right?"
"Sure thing. Usala, your turn."
Usala prepped herself by cleaning her glasses for the twenty-eighth time and reached into the bag next to her for a flashlight. She shone the flashlight straight up, casting a rather clichéd shadow over her muzzle.
"All right, kiddies," she spoke in a quick and higher-pitched tone, "Let me tell you about the story of a mouse. A mouse by the name of Dolores. She walked up into a house in the abandoned part of town. Wooooo, scaryyyy! She looked through the windows, all cracked and dusty, and decided to enter the house for reasons unknown to this day. Some say she was too curious for her own good. Some say she was dragged in. I say...that she was possessed!"
Usala waved her arms frantically and twiddled her fingers while screaming into the night sky. The flashlight's glow moved so rapidly, it might have put us into a trance where it not for the gibberish she spouted. All of us backed away from her, thinking she had finally gone insane. Her body seized and convulsed for a few seconds before she sat up with a toothy grin.
"Her body flew through the rotten wood door, and inside the house, she stepped on the creaking floorboards." She formed a creeeeak sound. "She looked at her phone and within the reflection of the bright lights pouring out of the window, a shadowy figure leapt out of the screen and beat her senseless, breaking her leg and tearing her ears in half before Dolores's mangled body was consumed by the dark creature and given its final resting place trapped in that house for good!"
Usala panted out the last few words.
"The next day, a group of children travelled to this very house and on one of the spikes of the metal gate laid her head, dead-eyed and bloodied. Well, that's my story. Any questions?"
I shivered and trembled at how she "performed" her story that I just had to ask.
"Did you pack any medication?"
"No, silly," she laughed. "It's just how I like to showcase my storytelling skills. You should know by now."
"You never went that far."
"I'll give you that."
She giggled a bit, and her back straightened like a wooden board.
"Redd, you're next," Tazu said nonchalantly. "Don't mess this up."
"I know, Taz."
Redd gave a slight smirk while Tazu hissed at her, his sharpened teeth bared in a savage scowl.
"For the last time, stop calling me Taz or I'll set fire to your fucking tent, and you'll sleep with the fucking fishes!" His eyes grew calm and icy rather quickly as his tone simmered down. "Your call."
It was always weird to see Tazu so quick to change moods. Shortly before our trip, Tazu was arguing with his parents about his look, and they implored that he change clothes and take a shower. Tazu threatened to strip down to his underwear and use the garden hose in front of the neighborhood. Needless to say, Tazu got the last laugh though he was still a bit filthy from the party the night before. Then, when he got in the car, he snapped from anger to his usual calm and content behavior. That wasn't the first time, and this wasn't the last time.
Redd had no patience for him but otherwise conceded and started her fable in a soft, and in retrospect, heightened, voice.
"Have you ever heard of the Behemoth of Briardale? Today comes a story from the rumors and ancient news articles from the early 2000s. In the small town of Briardale, Connecticut, several reports of beast sightings in the forest caught the attention of the chief of a secret agency located in the underground of the city. The chief sent one of his most hard-working men to hunt down and kill the beast to reduce the panic and paranoia set in the people. After hours of trekking, the man took out his shotgun upon seeing a vague shadow in the distance. He carefully took aim but the shadow turned and ran towards him at full speed, knocking him onto his back. The amorphous creature slobbered and bled over the man. His muzzle was covered in the gross substances until it dried, shutting his mouth closed. The man, unable to scream for help, was launched into the town by the beast, and suffered a fatal shot in the torso when a few citizens mistook him for the beast. He died on the ground below, his muzzle still shut."
Hearing a story like that strangely put a smile on my face, partly because I was going next.
"Whoa. That was awesome!" Usala exclaimed.
"Nice one, Schafer," Tazu said.
"Thanks so much," Redd said. "I just made it up on the spot."
"You certainly have a knack for improv," I added.
"Thanks, Ike. Well, you're the last one, so what kind of scary story are you gonna tell us?"
I tried to come up with a satisfying story to end the night when I noticed the fire had slowly shrunk to the size of an apple.
"First things first. I'm gonna head into the woods for some more firewood. I shall be back faster than you can recite the first one hundred digits of pi. And no cheating, Usala."
She quickly hid her smartphone in her pocket, and the skin under her short, cream-colored coat blushed a bright pink. I stood from my chair and searched around the campsite for some firewood but came up empty-handed. Then, it was time for me to leave the site and explore.
I treaded through the waves of grass and old leaves from the autumn season last year. Though it was quite dark, I focused all of my mental energy into taking every detail of the forest. The branches from the younger saplings looked quite frail, and the leaves on some of the trees were already a pale yellow-green color. An anthill the size of my closed fist placed something like a shield around itself that I stepped around to avoid being bitten. The chirps of crickets and the whoosh of winds were the only noise in an otherwise silent and creepy night. Not one dead branch laid on the ground.
After what seemed like ten minutes out in the woods, I knew I had to turn back. I stopped dead in my tracks, my tail tingling and flicking furiously. The hollers of a nearby campsite reminded me of the three hikers from before, and on a closer listen, each of their distinct voices rang true in my ears.
"Rocky, it's them!" Shadow shouted.
"Slightly, take aim."
Gunshots whizzed by my head as I dashed away and ducked behind a couple of bushes. My heart rate was exceptionally high but weak. I tried holding my breath to avoid being heard, but I nearly passed out from the hypoxia. Each footstep on the leaves behind me transmitted an uncomfortable alarm blaring inside my head, wanting me to take the next chance I get and run.
The crinkle grew softer and softer. My unbridled curiosity forced me to glance through the bushes, and the three were gone. Making my way through the forest again to convince everyone to leave as soon as possible, I tripped over a root. I couldn't put my arms out in time and landed right on my muzzle. The cartilage bruised upon hitting the solid ground. I pushed myself to my feet and rubbed my nose. I looked down to where the root was, and discovered that it wasn't a root at all, but some kind of metal box. Later, it would be known as the box that started it all.
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Elecstacy by Dark Violet
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#13 of Café Plaisir Tales Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October_Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.Here we delve past the surface into an array of adult works to tantalise and tickle more than just your fancy.Welcome to the Adult Anthology. A
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[
"Barbs",
"Bestiality",
"Bondage",
"Bound",
"Collar",
"Cum",
"Doggystyle",
"Electricity",
"Gay",
"Homosexual",
"Leather",
"Luxray",
"Male",
"Night",
"Pokemon",
"Second Person",
"cafe plaisir"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144453-elecstacy
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**Elecstacy**
*\-For Guri*
It was like floating in an unending cosmos.
Above, the midnight skies shone in their beautiful splendour, as they had for time immemorial. But here, they didn't stop at the horizon. Below, spread out like an extension of the heavens, the gardens of Café Plaisir were host to constellations of lights. Flickering campfires, lanterns, even the odd flame from a Fire-Type Pokémon... on warm summer nights like these, it seemed that it was normal for the festivities to continue, out in the darkness, surrounded by the tranquillity of nature.
And here you are, behind a large pane of glass, staring out at that world. Here, it's warm, and smells rather fresh, but... artificially so. You rub your hands together, the tingling sensation finally ebbing away. You can finally move your fingers, your head... but your wrists, ankles, elbows - now they feel freshly trapped.
In the darkness behind you, a shape moves.
"Paralysis is wearing off, it seems..." The voice coos, in that familiar, eloquent accent. "Don't worry. The leather will keep you still. Ah... on that note...."
You feel movements in the air behind you, and you turn your head. There's a brief flash of blue, before two large paws suddenly press against your shoulders. Your ears are filled with a deep, guttural growl, sending a shudder down your back. His teeth are millimetres from your ear, you just know it....
He moves, and then you feel more leather against your neck. But this... it's softer, and indispersed with bits of cold metal. You feel as he drags it around your neck, the metal clicking against itself as he slides the collar on. A paw is moved to close it....
And then it tightens. Your eyes bulge as your neck is squeezed, only dimly hearing the growl he makes. Briefly, the safeword raises through your mind, floating in your subconscious... but you don't say it.
Not when it's just beginning.
The collar is fastened, and you force yourself to breathe normally, already feeling your airway slightly constricted. The paws are removed from your shoulders, and you hear him stepping back to inspect his work.
You straighten up, flexing your fingers. Most of the numbness has left your body now, so you can feel each and every strap as it digs into your otherwise naked body. So many straps, so tight too... even if you wanted to, you could barely move from your kneeling position. You're very aware of how vulnerable you are. You're very aware of your cock, already hard, hanging fully erect and free in the room's warm air....
A loud purr from behind you. "Good...."
More sounds as he walks up. You feel the heat of his body against your back, and then a large, yellow four-pointed star waves itself into view. The Luxray brushes his tail across your cheek tenderly, and you feel as he nuzzles against the other side of your head.
"Enjoying yourself so far...?" He asks. There's a sound of wetness - he's licking his lips. You can't help but nod.
"Good. Now, for a little... extra." The star gives a flash of cyan, and suddenly - you jolt, giving a yelp of surprise. The image of a spark of electricity, lancing from the star to your cheek, is burned into your vision. The area tingles where it had struck.
"Don't worry - it's perfectly safe." The Luxray continues. "I've done this hundreds of times and I've yet to have an injury. However, it'll feel... quite...." He leans in, nuzzling against the back of your head as the star begins to stroke down your bare chest.
"Interesting...."
Another spark of electricity, and you jump, stifling another yelp. The room is lit up by the blue flash it creates, long shadows cast across the walls and floor. He purrs happily behind you.
How many people must be looking in this room right now? With curtains fully drawn back, with no lights, just a dark window to be suddenly illuminated by flashes of blue... it must really draw the eye.
And if they looked very closely, even up here on the Café's top floor... perhaps they'll see you, bound, helpless, with the Luxray looming closer....
Another spark cuts your train of thought, making you squirm at the straps. You swallow - the feeling is uncomfortable against the strap of the collar. Again, you force yourself to breathe normally....
You lower your eyes, watching the star travel down one of your legs, giving you another quick zap as it does. Your eyes water, and you continue to watch it as it slips onto the soft carpet beneath. The Luxray drags it back around behind you, and it glows blue, leaving a trail of glowing static sparks along the floor.
Nothing now... just his breathing... you bite your lip, waiting for the next move, the next word. Your chest rises and falls, and you strain your ears to hear even the slightest motion he makes.
Is he even still behind you...?
You jump, yelp, gasping suddenly as you feel more electricity lancing at the small of your back. A series of short, quick zaps, sending your mind crazy. "There we go!" The Luxray says over your yelps. "Now lift it up for me...."
You kneel up, bending forwards and raising your rear. You hear him purr, the zaps ceasing on your body - but you can still hear the static against the floor as he steps closer. You whine, pressing your rear back, closing your eyes.
Don't leave me like this, you find yourself thinking. Please... just do it.
You grunt in happiness, letting out a short moan as two paws press on your shoulders again, keeping you bent forwards. You can feel his bulk behind you, and he wraps his forelegs around your torso, resting his head against yours... you knew he was a big Luxray, but feeling him like this, it really-
Another zap, and your jolt, but his grip stops you from moving much. He laughs again, and you feel the star of his tail running across your back, and then...
The heat of his shaft... it drags along your rear. Warm, wet with lube by the feel of it....
It brushes over your hole, and you feel the mere suggestion of his barbs. You whine. He purrs louder.
"That's a good boy...." He says, letting it tease you a bit longer. His claws rest on your front, pressing you against his belly, letting the shaft slip over your hole. The tip just works its way in, and you whine again needily....
His grip tightens. Your hear and feel as he repositions his hindpaws. And then, he thrusts. Several inches of feline length is forced into your rear, stretching you wide, the length throbbing with need as he works it into you. You cry out automatically, feeling every last bit, feeling it grow in size as you slip further down the length. He growls down your ear, holding you in place - not like you could move anyway. Not like you'd want to.
He draws back - and his barbs scrape along your insides. You shudder, ready to let out a yell of pain - but the pain doesn't come. In fact, the opposite... barbs which you expected to be harsh daggers are more like a collection of pins dragged very gently across your insides. You squirm, each little barb sending a shudder through you, the whole lot of them making your mind whirl with sensations.
He thrusts back into you again, and electricity zaps against your belly. You yelp once more, shifting, reminding yourself of the need to breathe normally. Oh, but it's so difficult. It'd be difficult normally with the collar, but....
But now, the Luxray curls over you, grasping you tightly, beginning to fuck you relentlessly. Any warm up you had is clearly over - he forces his shaft into your rear over and over again, delving deep into you with every rough, insistent thrust. You feel yourself stretched, each motion sending lances of pleasure through your body.
Through all this, here's little relief from the electricity. Every few thrusts, another zap from his paws or star - on your belly, your side, your thighs, even the small of your back again. You yelp with each one, each region tingling, slightly numb after each burst of sensation. Eventually, he chuckles through his purring, lifting his paws, and -
And electricity sparks along your cock. You gasp. If what you felt before was intense, it's nothing compared to this. You bite your lip hard, eyes open but unseeing, as the strange sensation fills your head. Pain and pleasure oscillate, and you rest at each each peak before being flung to the other. You don't know whether to yelp or moan, hearing the crackle as the blue lightning lances up and down your shaft.
It stops as suddenly as it starts, and you catch a hurried breath before more electricity is zapped down your legs. You spasms, pulling on the restraints, but the Luxray shoves you back down and just redoubles his thrusting. Your limbs ache, your rear is sore, but that pleasure... oh, that pleasure is building....
The Luxray isn't talking any more - he's long since descended into a series of growls and purrs, his breathing quick and heavy. His teeth brush against your ear, and he purrs loudly down it, teasing at biting you as he thrusts roughly, over and over again. You can feel his balls slapping against your rear each time as he hilts you, driving that shaft as deep as it will go.
Electricity cracks, and you hearing a ringing in your ears from it - but it didn't hit your body. It sparks again, the room lit by its flash. Out of the corner of your eye, you see it lance from his tail to the floor, where it grounds itself. You gasp - he's losing control, he can't contain it. The safeword rises in your mind again. He's going to-
It hits suddenly. A crackle of electricity, but not from his paws or tail. You feel it inside you for a brief moment, a few lancing sparks against your insides. You're lucid, aware of each one just a second before they focus on your prostate....
And you're thrown over the edge of orgasm, the pleasure rushing through you like waves. Your mind is jumbled, thoughts tripping over themselves, trying to make sense and piece together what's happening. You feel yourself let loose strings of cum, and you swear that in the midst of the turmoil, the madness, the overwhelming joy of orgasm, you can see the electricity spark from his paws to your cock again, a trail of blue arcing along your seed.
Oh, what a sensation. Your chest heaves, and you find yourself gasping for breath you can barely get, your body convulsing as more electricity scatters down your limbs. You feel the Luxray tensing, and that shaft bulging and throbbing inside you as he lets loose his own seed, spurting it deep into your rear.
You shudder and gasp, staring out at those dark gardens and the scattered lights within them. Your body aches, where it isn't tingling or feeling numb. A whine escapes your throat.
The Luxray bites gently on your ear, purring loudly. His paws still grasp at your front, and you can feel him pressing firmly against you. A Pokémon so strong, so full of stamina....
You press your head against his happily.
Oh, fuck... what a night it's turning out to be....
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My family... by james mikoto
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#1 of Blood or gore Don't let the title mislead you - I don't like to put age(I.e restricting access to what you can't read) into the contents I may or may not post or publish but if you are under ....10 then don't read but you are welcome to do so it's just that I am not responsible this is your
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[
"Blood",
"Gore",
"Horror",
"Mild Violence",
"Poems",
"Poetry"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152365-my-family
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I don't like to put age(I.e restricting access to what you can't read) into the contents I may or may not post or publish but if you are under ....10 then don't read but you are welcome to do so it's just that I am not responsible this is your decision and I like to think that, thanks and enjoy!
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It's 2:24 pm and I'm just getting home from school.
I announce my presence but then I have an unsettling feeling.
Not a word or a sound,
Yet I live with my mother and brother
but why is no one here I say aloud under the covers of darkness.
I search my brothers room, it's dark and quiet.
I search my mother's room it's a mess as always can't deny it.
Then I go to my room's front door...
There are scratches and blood smudges not wanting to see the horror that lies beyond it.
Turning the knob I hear moans from behind the door...
Almost as if someone is playing hardcore porn...
I open it to see my brother sitting on my hardwood floor stained in a red liquid...
I look around to see my mother's lifeless body ontop the bed, my knees quaked at the sight.
I turned on the light without thinking of what might happen.
Unable to shake this sinking feeling of dread and danger lingering around me.
I walk closer to him and he doesn't notice me.
He's furiously beating his meat with his own mother's blood.
I was in shock and horror when he turned around, looking at me where I stood.
I tried backing away to run,
But he quickly got up with the knife smiling like he was having fun
I was stunned in the same position I was in.
He lunged at me and plunged the knife in my stomach without hesitation or reason
He stabs me again and again for minutes to no end.
I can't think or breath for the rigor mortis has already set in
He then slits my throat and says welcome home little brother
But I can't hear him anymore since all of my blood on the floor can fill a boat of one...
I'm dead......
Time of death...2:55
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The Greys Chapter 22: Relativity by hyenafur
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#23 of The Greys - After throwing the linens into the washing machine, Gideon and Kody parted ways with Bill, each giving him a big hug and a warm kiss. The wolf couldn't help himself though as he gave both of their rumps a firm grope. "Thanks fer th'venin', Gideon," he said to his beau before
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[
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Gay Relationships",
"Gideon Grey",
"Vixen",
"Wolf",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148671-the-greys-chapter-22-relativity
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After throwing the linens into the washing machine, Gideon and Kody parted ways with Bill, each giving him a big hug and a warm kiss. The wolf couldn't help himself though as he gave both of their rumps a firm grope. "Thanks fer th'venin', Gideon," he said to his beau before looking over at Kody, " And thanks fer th'show, Kody."
The two clothed tods blushed not only from the words, but also from the strong wolf's hand. Slowly, Bill let go as he gave each of them another smooch. "I'll sees yew two tods 'round," he said before departing.
Kody and Gideon looked at one another, both of them chuckling as they watched the wolf leave. "I... uhm... I have to say. Bill... is pretty sexy. For a wolf I mean," Kody said as he scratched his head. His cousin chuckled, "He sure is ain't he? He really likes ya."
The other tubby tod's face blushed, "I know."
Gideon put an arm around his cousin's shoulder, "Don't go stealin'm from me."
Kody chuckled as he shook his head, "I won't."
The two tods shared a laugh together when the door to the apartment opened.
Josephine had expected her son to show up at her house after Gideon showed him around, but since that hadn't happened, the vixen just assumed he'd stayed the night with his cousin. There wasn't anything wrong with that, he did need to integrate with the family, and what better way to do it then spending time with your cousin.
It was half passed noon now, and Jo was more than a bit curious at what was keeping her boy from visiting his mother's home. "Only way t'find out what he's up t'is to head to Gideons," she told herself that morning, so she slipped on a little yellow sundress and headed for her nephew's.
The first thing she'd noticed when she pulled up was Bill Blake heading out the back door, whistling with a big smile on his face. It was certainly a curious sight, but she'd also heard a few things here and there that he was hooking up with her nephew. She didn't have a problem with it. Gideon was an adult and he liked what he liked, though she was a bit curious about her son. She knew a bit about him, though his preferences for partners wasn't one of them. Jo really didn't care if her boy liked men or women, he was her little boy, and she loved him. She'd loved him enough to give him away and now he'd returned to her.
Slowly, she slid out of her car and headed to the back door. Bill had locked it, but Gideon had given keys to all his kin, so it was only natural that Jo had one. She slid the key into the lock and turned it before opening the door.
The first thing she heard when she entered the bottom floor was the humming of a washing machine. Nothing too unusual for a Sunday, really. Slowly, the old vixen started to make her way up the stairs, her paws pressing into the wooden steps as her hand held onto the guard rail.
The sound of humming turned into laughter, making the vixen start to smile. "Sounds likes them boys really like each other," Jo said softly to herself, "Guess it was a good ideer fer Kody to spend the night with his cousin."
Lightly, she wrapped her knuckles onto the wooden door at the top of the stairs. The laughter died off slightly as she slowly pushed it open, a warm smile across her muzzle. "Ya ready t'go visit suma mama's friends?"
Kody smiled, "Sure, mom." He looked over at his cousin for a brief second before giving him a hug. "I'll see you later."
"Sure thang, cousin."
Kody and his mother left out the back entrance to the pastry shop, the tod following the vixen down the stairs only to move in beside her. Tentatively, Kody reached his hand over to take hers before leaning against her. Jo looked down her arm and smiled. He was holding her hand. The old vixen couldn't help but imagine her son twenty eight years younger and doing the same thing. It was a sweet thought that almost made her cry.
"Mom, do you want to take my car or yours," her son asked.
"Hows about yers, Kody."
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Unbidden Memories by Casca
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#1 of Zeks' Misadventures Something of a reboot for Zeks and the world he lives in. - Sunlight shone through the clouds thinly but completely spread over the city, illuminating the wood and stone edifices in a dull gray that couldn't dampen the bright spirits preparing for the coming festivities.
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[
"Ball Worship",
"Balls",
"Bukkake",
"Cougar",
"Cum",
"Gay",
"Hyper",
"Molesting",
"Oral",
"Public",
"Rat"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150371-unbidden-memories
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Sunlight shone through the clouds thinly but completely spread over the city, illuminating the wood and stone edifices in a dull gray that couldn't dampen the bright spirits preparing for the coming festivities. Vendors haggled over carefully painted tokens of good fortune while citizens unfurled their traditional black banners in hopes that the week of revelry would see them painted in brilliant colours to ward off the somberness of winter and it's maleficent forces. Despite the dreary look about town, the dirt streets felt inviting and full of possibility, part of the reason Zeks always managed to arrive just for the season.
The cougar adjusted the mantle wrapped around his shoulders, the bright blue of it somewhat out of place in the increasingly dense palette of black, and watched the busy people bustle past. He was not a city cat but he liked that there were places like this in the world, somewhere that always promised some activity, some new face, some new brief adventure that could be taken and bested before the sunset. Of course, he never arrived with much in the way of money but a few well met challenges could keep him happy and fed before he returned to his wanderings.
Before he could find a tavern or inn suitably seedy, a faint whistle appeared behind him, replaced by a loud thud announcing a familiar spear dug into the earth a few paces ahead. Zeks barely thought before he turned, reaching between his legs to extract the old relic of a sword he kept in his enchanted pouch, then shouted: "I'm waiting, Rust!"
The spear matched his blade: old, gleaming black steel inlaid with a subtle golden piping. A product of the Old Age, sturdy and made for offense but designed with beauty in mind. None of that came to Zeks' mind, though. Instead, he scanned the murmuring crowd hoping to see the bodies part for the rat he knew was among them so he could strike before they cleared too much space. Unfortunately for the feline, the crowd merely looked around itself, shifting to scatter at a moment's notice once the assailant was found.
Zeks didn't realize until too late that he had underestimated his attacker once again and felt a harsh gust of air blast him in the chest, knocking him back into the dust and sending his sword skittering into the street followed by the thump of feet from above.
Trusting Rust to fight fair was asking to be tricked and Zeks cursed through the bruising ache spreading across his torso. He looked up and saw a looming shadow of red linen descend onto his face but couldn't respond soon enough to stop from being buried in heavy, musk-rich warmth. He could hear a faint churning as he was smothered in the rat's trap but it didn't mute the sound of an incantation overhead.
As ever, Zeks could feel the buzzing of magic in the air around him, the pleasant vibration of mana coursing through him as it was drawn to the weight settling on his chest. Still, he had no way of knowing what the spell was meant to do so he thrashed, rocking his pinned shoulders in hopes of throwing off the rat but a tendril of muscle and skin coiled around his legs, taking away his leverage, and the pliant burden on his face rolled firmly back and forth forcing him to breath in the beautifully masculine scent radiating from them.
The redolence was disarming, possibly enhanced with the same sort of magic playing out overhead just for this purpose. It was clouding the cat's instincts, working with the magic to spur a steely erection from his loins. More and more of him want to kiss and lick at the weighty mass of heat and aroma, to abandon himself to the soft sound of its roiling content but he had to get away. He fought against himself and against Rust's heavy trap until with a arch of his spine and shove with his hands he dislodged himself, and rolled away from underneath. His legs were still snared in the rat's tail but he was no longer assaulted by the alluring scent of his body.
Zeks scrambled doing his best not to stare at the orbs jostling between his rival's legs, each one as big as the cat's head, the contours perfectly highlighted by the light linen enveloping them. The grip around his ankles shifted to tighten but he managed to slip one leg free first, giving him the purchase to tug the other free with one good pull. Rust grunted resolutely and quickly turned his tail toward the spear still standing firm in the ground and tugged it with practiced accuracy into his bare, pink paws.
"You're not getting away from me again, Zeks," he rumbled with a burning intensity.
Looking around the street, which had parted into something of an arena circled by worried and confused faces too enrapt in the spectacle to flee or interfere, the cat hoped he could find anything he could use. His sword was too far and the foot-packed dirt was too dense to kick up into a distraction. All that was left was Rust himself.
The two of them were rather alike. Rust was bigger, true, but not by much. Each of them was built on adventure hardened muscle. Some of Rust's had been lost of late studying his old books and practicing with the old mages in the west, but he had his weapon ready. Still, they were more alike than not and trusting Zeks to fight fair was asking to be tricked.
A gasp spread across the crowd as Rust charged the short distance between them, turning the spear in his fists so the blunt end would find its way into the cat's gut. Instinctively, the feline moved forward to match him. Half a leap to throw off the aim and block the hard wooden haft with his shin. Pain shot the through him but he was braced for it, instead focusing his attention on the massive balls bouncing between the rat's thighs. His fingers grasped onto one, barely able to cup enough of the massive orb to take control of it then worked them in firm, deep strokes, massaging the tender flesh amid the testosterone, adrenaline and heat of battle.
Rust couldn't help but moan at the top of his lungs. The heavy organs were wildly sensitive. He knew magic enough to protect them from harm but Old Age magic saw pain and pleasure as two very different things. His spells were useless against a warm caress. His spine locked in place giving Zeks even more control and dropping his spear from his spasming hands, working his other hand under the waistband dressed with regal white lace to grasp onto a fat, fat dick swelling with unexpected lust. The cougar purred, at least as best he could, low enough that only the two of them could hear then hooked his foot behind him and sent them back down to the ground with a harsh smack.
The crowd reeled at the sound but didn't part, watching intently as the pair struggled in the trodden dust. Rust's breath turned ragged while Zeks pushed his face into the rat's neck, scraping his teeth and tongue against him. Pink fingers clawed at the ground as if they could find something; some lever or switch to send the blissful distraction but no relief came. The cougar's attention was unrelenting, deep, aggressive and entirely too pleasant to do anything but quake for a long moment. Still, Rust was determined.
He groaned desperately and finally threw his head forward, shaking his opponent just enough for their forehead's to collide. Bright spots filled Zeks' vision and weakened his grip enough that a good shove to his chest bowled him over again, kicking up more dust. They each scrabbled to their feet, neither inclined to be pinned so easily again, and paused to get their bearings. Rust's whip of a tail scooped his spear again out of the dirt while Zeks couldn't dare to find his sword again while they were so close. His mind raced to find some solution when a whirlwind of white-clad guards swarmed into their impromptu arena.
The crowd began to scatter under the direction of the provost but not so hastily that Zeks could blend in and make his escape. Instead he and Rust were caught by rough hands and a hail of shouting commands. The cat couldn't help but struggle, tossing one of the guards off before a club to the inside of his knee forced him back to the ground where he wouldn't have the leverage to fight back. He looked amid the fog of bodies to see Rust surrender begrudgingly. There was nothing to be done about it now so he sighed and gave in as well, letting himself before hurried along toward the local jail.
The trip was silent and brief, the provost said nothing beside their charges and punishment and the two fighters said nothing at all. The building was a solidly constructed basement just removed from the town square, designed exclusively for holding ne'er-do-wells: a short row of cells divided with solid but unattractive iron bars. The jailor had a table for his documents at the only door in or out of the place and a locked bureau behind him but was otherwise unadorned, even lacking any symbols announcing the sovereign authority of such a structure. The other cells were empty; it wasn't quite close enough to the festivities for anyone to get themselves in any trouble, so Zeks and Rust were shoved in opposing cells and left to wait out their five day sentence without another thought.
They didn't even take their effects other than their weapons, gathered from the scene of the crime and locked with the guards' own gear. But Zeks was happy to stew for a moment rather than gather up the will for a daring escape. He crossed his arms and sat against the cool stone wall on the sparse patch of straw.
"We really could have avoided all this," Rust said, breaking the silence after nearly a half hour of awkward silence. "If I didn't have to chase you all across the wilderness we could be warm and free someplace nice."
Zeks waited a long moment, trying to ignore the self important tone. "And bored out of my gourd."
"A couple more years and we could travel again. Just be patient. For once in your damned life, slow down and stay somewhere."
Despite his rising tone, there was something forlorn about the admonition. The rat stared deeply through the bars and locked his green eyes with Zeks' blue ones. The contest lasted only a few seconds before a pang of guilt made the feline turn to an empty yet suddenly fascinating corner of his cell.
"You belong to me, Zeks," Rust continued desperately. "No one knows you, needs you like I do. Do you think I like chasing you like a bounty hunter? Just come back to me."
The cougar waited a moment longer, doing his very best not to think of anything at all. Yet memories of traipsing the wilds together pushed at the edges of his consciousness. Harsh trials delving into ancient ruins, cold nights made warm again. It had been years and the memories, even unbidden, were the fondest Zeks had. Yet, the path Rust had chosen felt like dying. Nothing new, nothing challenging. He couldn't stay in those walls forever. Rust had the brains for such a life.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to reject that mournful look in his old companion's eyes. So the feline uncoiled himself and wandered wordlessly toward the cell door. A sigh fell out of him as he reached into one of his pouches and extracted a worn pick. The lock was old and simple to undo, even reaching through the bars to do it. The old door was more trouble, creaking at the slightest push but a sharp shush from across the narrow corridor stopped him before he could make another attempt.
A rush of air followed a whispered incantation and a strange, sweet scent drifted through it: a hazy, sleepy redolence that Zeks had to shake out of his head before it carried him off into dreams. Rust smiled a bit, a hint of their old misadventures soothing the wound of their separation. "If he's like most folks we have an hour to ourselves," he explained modestly.
The door swung open without much issue and the opposite door did the same but rather than rush to finish their fight or to fly out into the street they waited. A pregnant stare locked their feet in place until Zeks finally found the words to say. "I'm not going back with you. You know that."
He stepped forward into the cell, and wrapped his arms around a familiar pair of hips, pulling himself so close that the massive weight of Rust's maleness folded around his own. The warmth of it surged in a gentle wave. Silence filled what little space there was between them for a split second before their lips met, heated tongues writhing to touch while their bodies swelled with anticipation and hunger too long unsated.
Rust's fingers gripped tightly around Zeks' back, crushing them together. The heat of him was oppressive but entirely too inviting. Warm masculinity overpowered the scent of the dingy cell while the pair ground their hips together. Rust's tender globes even seemed to swell as they shared that moment. The kiss broke into heaving breaths and in the interlude, the cougar hooked his fingers into the lace band around his old friend's waist. The fabric sloughed away easily enough and released a new wave of musk to wash over the two of them.
Hot fingers clutched at Zeks' rump, trembling just enough for him to feel the excitement coursing through them. He answered with his own tender grasp and stroked at the taut sac dominating the space between their legs. The weight of each teste seeming so impossible to carry around; a familiar and still alien wonder of flesh. Pleasure echoed off the walls to add to the haze of need around them and followed a slow rhythm set by careful tugs and flicks of the cat's fingers.
Precum quickly started to roll down Rust's length and over Zeks hands in wide rivulets of balmy slickness. The flow increased moment by moment until it was a cascade of soothing lust that the cat couldn't ignore. He dropped down to his heels, bringing himself face to face with the monstrous swell of Rust's need and buried himself in snout first. The overwhelming aura of sex, the wave of old memories, the desperate thirst of the taste of rat all hit him like an electric spark. The moisture rolling over his face, the weight against him, the plush heat radiation into his skin. He could barely contain himself.
Zeks' tongue unfurled into the cleft between each tremendous orb and slurped up as much of the sexual oil as he could gather. The flavor was like a fine spice: bright and intense, overpowering the salt-tinted taste of skin and sweat. The pure force of sensation had his own thong tensed tautly around a steel erection, a dark spot growing wide and sopping down to the floor with each hungry lick.
Rust groaned deeply and thrust his hand on top of the feline's head as if he might flee from the bulging meat. His tail thrashed wildly with just as much anticipation as the tongue coiling around his weakest spot. A chorus of gasps, smacking lips and drawn out whines filled the jail in a chaotic cacophony that might have woken the dead were it not for the rat's magic. Zeks left no inch of those balls unloved, slurping and sucking the cranium sized organs until Rust simply couldn't handle it anymore.
Rust's other grip joined the first, humping desperately at his beloved cat's face, bashing his body with the inexorable force of his swollen orbs. His shaft grinding and sliding with no control over each and every contour of Zeks' face. The feline dropped from a squat to kneeling to keep from falling over. The barrage of cock and balls only increased the lust in him, urged his own hands, almost unbidden, to fumble for his own arm length cudgel and tug voraciously. The sound of precum squished and sloshed and echoed between them, the wet splatters spreading across the room as Rust's fat length fired long glistening arcs every which way and Zeks' spread into a growing pond of shining musk.
Before long though, the rat couldn't hold back. His whole body tensed, just as it had on the street, and he buried Zeks in the valley of his balls and exploded in a thick, white torrent. As Heavy and smooth as rich batter, the first shot landed audibly on the stone floor as far away as Zeks' abandoned cell. The end of the volley left a broad ribbon steaming on the cat's back. A spasming hump sent the second blast into the ceiling with another wet thud. Pearls of gooey sex rolling down from Rust's tip down to his balls charged Zeks with even more greed for their distinctive taste, pushing back against clutching fingers until he had enough space to hunt each one down with instinctual fervor.
The cougar's own hands were a feverish blur, milking with all their might to join the geyser spewing over his head. The murine continued to paint him white and pulse with every mind numbing shot of virile cream. Even dozens of ropes in, his tremendous balls still tensed and jumped to pump out more. Zeks could feel the heat of it all rolling down his body, falling over shoulders and following the shape of his body toward his own loins. Finally, after almost too long, his head rolled back and his own first blast ricocheted off Rust's balls.
After so long they finally got to share another moment like this. No thought of the inevitable future, just spasms of orgasm showering one another. The rat grabbed at Zeks' head again, clumsily aiming his turgid crown for the cat's mouth. After a couple sticky, sloppy thrusts, he found the mark, filling him all at once with blissful flavor. The cloying heat almost made him choke but the cougar recovered quickly, instead suckling on it like he hadn't eaten for days.
Rust slumped against the wall and spilled toward the floor, spent but still cumming buckets worth of his potent seed. Zeks followed greedily, tail high, drooping strings of semen dangling like dewy spider webs. They stayed entwined until the peak sloped away and, before he could swallow the last of it, Rust pulled the cat by his cheeks and kissed him deeply. This was less crazed than before; the still heated gel spread from one mouth to the other sharing the afterglow. The mix of them blending into a smooth froth until they'd each finished their share. Then they remained: emptied and sweaty and bundled together.
Silence filled the air again, less awkward than before. It was like their paths had never split. But memory came back, and started with Rust. His thighs pressed together into a snare, a warm possessive trap. "Please," he whispered, stroking his sticky head despite the harsh grip.
"Even if I would, we can't stay here," Zeks countered, squirming with the aid of rat sperm to squeeze free then roll back to his feet.
He offered a hand to help the rat stand then together they snuck past the still ensorcelled guard, each gathering his weapon on the way after another quick pick of the lock, then back out onto the street. The clouds had gotten dark in preparation for snow but the people still crossed with joy in their steps, indifferent to the two fugitives measuring their next move.
"You could come with me, you know?" Zeks offered, knowing what the answer would be.
"I have--"
"Responsibilities."
The silence came between them again. Still, neither could leave. Zeks reached into his thong again and rummaged quickly, Finding a single silver coin. A with old thing, it's face ruined with age but unmistakable for what little design still showed.
"I only have one of these," Zeks explained. "I might lose it, you know how I am." Rust knew how he was, this wasn't something he'd ever lose. "I'll need it back eventually."
The cougar placed it in Rust's hand, cradling his bare skin in his rough fingers.
"What if I can't wait that long?"
Zeks smiled wickedly. "You've never had trouble finding me before." He leaned over and kissed the rat's cheek before turning into the crowd and toward the wilds.
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Brotherly by Dark Violet
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Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October_Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.Here is the darkest of the bounty, the deepest in the pit, where only the most salacious works are stored...Welcome to the Kinky Anthology. A commission for FA: OddDreams101
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[
"Balls",
"Blowjob",
"Brothers",
"Fellatio",
"Gay",
"Homosexual",
"Incest",
"Knot",
"Master/Pet",
"Oral",
"Pokemon",
"Short",
"Short Story",
"Siblings",
"Sylveon",
"Umbreon"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148207-brotherly
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**Brotherly**
*\- For OddDreams101*
"I'll have two of 'em." The Umbreon said, grinning, sitting on the chair with his paws folded on the table in front of him. He smirked at the Lopunny waitress. "And I guess one for my brother too, but make it non-alcoholic."
"Hey, Laurence..." The Sylveon said. He was sitting awkwardly in his own chair nearby. His face was illuminated by the artificial light of the bar room, showing his curious, slightly worried expression. "Should I help? I mean, they look overworked."
Laurence smirked, giving a short laugh. "Lucy, these people work here. They're supposed to do this! And we're supposed to pay and enjoy it." He lounged back in the chair, his large ears flicking as he glanced around.
"Well... can I anyway?" His brother continued. Laurence looked back at him. The Sylveon gave a gentle blush. "I mean... I think it would help... even if it's just carrying the drinks back here..."
Laurence looked over at the Lopunny. She was looking between the two, rather unsure of herself.
"Well..." she said in a southern drawl, furrowing her brow. "As long as the drinks get to th' customers, ah mean... It's no skin of our nose what ya do. Ya can come sit by the bar, if ya like!"
"Can I?" The Sylveon asked, looking around hopefully. The Umbreon shrugged eventually, in that way that only ferals can do.
"Sure, whatever. But remember - no alcohol, alright?"
"Yes, big brother..." The Sylveon said in a weary voice, as if he'd said the words so long they'd become meaningless dogma. The Lopunny smiled, shrugging.
"Well, c'mon then, sweetie." She said, and sprung back to the bar, her bob of a tail waving back and forth.
The Sylveon gave his brother another glance, and then jumped down from the chair, trotting along beside her. He reached the bar when she did, and jumped up, perching on a barstool as she slid behind it.
"So what's your name, sweetie?" The Lopunny asked, grabbing three glasses in her large fingers.
"Lucius." He replied, smiling.
"Huh. So why does he call ya Lucy?"
The Sylveon frowned. "Well, it's short for Lucius, right?"
"Yeah, but... ah, never mind your pretty head, hun. You two brothers, eh...?"
"Yep!" Lucius replied, seeming to forget the topic instantly. "I'm the younger one. I'm only just an adult, so I'm not allowed alcohol yet... He's three years older than me though."
"Aw, that's awlright" she said, pouring out two measures of thick liquid into a couple of the glasses. It smelled rather sickly sweet, and Lucius looked at it skeptically. "Anyway, where're ya from?"
The Sylveon glanced back at the table. Laurence was still there, leaning back against his chair, gazing around the room. He glanced over at the two of them, and Lucius smiled.
"Oh, just east." The Sylveon said eventually, turning back to the waitress. "We've lived near the coast, and he and I wanted to explore. So he's taken me out here."
"He took ya? Taking care of his little brother as he becomes a big adult, eh?" She said with a grin. She pushed her ears back, grabbing another couple of bottles. "Wanderin' around, findin' pretty little ladies, that sorta thing?"
The Sylveon tilted his head. "Ladies?"
"Well, yeah, rite of passage and all, ya know?"
Lucius gave her a blank stare. The Lopunny watched him, then gave a short laugh, waving a paw as if to dismiss the topic like a bad smell. "Aw, don't listen to silly old me. Here, your drinks're ready. You stayin' in a room upstairs?"
"Yep! Room 3..." Lucius said, eyeing the small drinks tray, as if working out how to carry it. The Lopunny tilted her head.
"Room 3? That's a double bed, y'know. Wouldn't you prefer two singles or somethin'?"
"Why?" Lucius' face wore a second blank stare. The Lopunny watched it. It was just so... devoid of any kind of ulterior motive, any unsavoury thought.
"...ah, like I said, don't worry about little ol' me. Gaw'on. Take the drinks to your brother. And make sure he takes good care'o you." She said.
She watched him go, smiling to herself, folding her arms over her large bosom. Eventually, she tutted once, swinging a rag over her shoulder and went to fetch another pencil. "Innocent little sweetie..." she said, smiling to herself.
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Laurence trotted happily along the corridor. His mind was swimming with merriment - he wasn't drunk, or even tipsy by his own terminology... but the effects of the alcohol had just elevated him to those warm heights one finds after a couple drinks, when cares seem to fade and it's the humour of a situation that's by far the most important.
He nudged his younger brother with a smile. "That Lopunny was pretty nice, huh\~" He said, smiling. Lucius said nothing, just looking ahead, his large blue eyes seeming preoccupied with something. "She looked friendly! Yeah?" He said again, yielding no response. He shrugged, and stopped, fishing out a small key from a pouch on his side as they reached their door.
Their room was simple, as one would find in a small motel like this. The light from the corridor showed wooden floors, a large, no-nonsense bed with faded pink colouring, and a window out onto the dark night. Through it, artificial lights glinted from a nearby oil field, where huge pumps continued their ceaseless toil.
The door slid shut behind them with a thump, plunging the room back into darkness. There was another dull thud as the Sylveon's pack hit the ground.
"She was pretty cute, I guess..." Lucius said, rather distantly. "She called me sweetie, did you hear?"
Laurence smiled. "Yeah, I heard..."
"I'm not sweet... do I even taste sweet?" Suddenly, two paws were on the Umbreon's neck, forcing his chest against the ground. Laurence made a slight grunt from the pressure, but his smile remained.
"C'mon, pet." Lucius continued from somewhere above him. "Do I?"
Laurence stared upwards, squirming under Lucius' grip. The dim light from the window cast the Sylveon's sheath into silhouette, framed between his thighs. Like this... it was easy to see how it bulged already. How that short, fluffy tail wagged slowly, meaningfully.
The Umbreon gave a short laugh. "I dunno. It has a certain-ghhh!"
Lucius thrusted forwards as he spoke, driving his sheath against Laurence's muzzle. The Umbreon grunted in surprise, already feeling the heat from his brother's shaft grinding against his fur.
"Careful. Almost sounded like you were gonna say something you'd regret!" Lucius said. Laurence felt his Master's paws rubbing down his back, exploring. He squirmed, staring blindly outwards. With the lack of lighting, he'd have to do this on smell and feel.... That suited him fine.
The Umbreon nosed upwards, giving a playful growl and pressing his head into Lucius' sheath. The smell surrounded him - how intriguing a smell, too. Sylveons typically looked sweet, as the Lopunny must have seen, but when you got into the right places...
He lapped at the shape against his muzzle, wetting it with his saliva. It was warm, and the way it seemed to bulge with every motion, the way the fur pressed against him with that intoxicating, delightful scent... Laurence gave a whine without even realising it, moving his head until he could feel the head of the Sylveon's shaft against his cheek.
"That's what I'm wanting to hear!" Lucius replied. "Shame it's not muffled enough. Gonna leave me at half mast all night, pretty boy?"
"Man..." Laurence muttered, nuzzling roughly against the throbbing flesh. It was already hard, and he could feel the nubs where his knot would be. It was swelling back the second. "You're feeling more dominant than usual, aren't you? Did Big Chubby Hoppity rile you up that much?"
"Hardly." Lucius grunted, and Laurence felt him draw back, before thrusting against his face. The shaft smeared pre over his forehead, and he growled happily. "But you were being a bigger ass than usual. There's playing the part, and then there's pushing it..."
"Sorry for the authenticit-grrhhhk...!" Laurence was cut off again as his brother forced the canine shaft against his maw, just missing its mark and having it grind across his cheek. The Umbreon gave it a quick, firm lick with a giggle. "Losing your touch, Lucy?"
A paw slapped against his rear, claws digging in. Laurence gasped, kicking against the hard wooden floor. The paw pressed down, claws digging in, until he gave another little whine.
"Not a nice way to talk to your Master, Renny."
Laurence squirmed. He felt one of the Sylveon's ribbons curling around his head. "Aw, c'mon..." He said at the name.
"You need to be taught a lesson, like all bad boys..." Lucius continued, and Laurence felt another paw around his head, holding it in place. The dark shape of the Sylveon's shaft loomed. "Open up." Lucius commanded. Laurence obeyed.
The first thrust was always the roughest with Lucius. One moment, he was poised, legs quivering... the next, six inches of thick, canine meat were forced into his mouth, his jaw stretched uncomfortably wide as he fought to get his teeth out of the way. The head jabbed at the back of his throat. He gagged in response, leaning down, his rear high in the air as the ribbons kept his head supported and in line.
Lucius drew back slowly, before sinking his shaft back into his older brother's mouth. Lawrence gagged again as it hit his throat, and angled himself just enough to let it just slip in.
"Much better." Lucius said, and Laurence felt him shift his feet. He was stroked down his back in long, slow movements, which made the Umbreon purr slowly. "Now, keep going like that..."
The Sylveon might not be as rough with his other thrusts, but that's because he didn't need to be. He was firm, insistent. Laurence could barely hold his head in place as the still-swelling shaft was driven into his maw over and over again, his jaws beginning to ache with the size of it...
And that's when Lucius seemed to give in to the lust. Quick, eager thrusts, shoving that length into his muzzle over and over again. The canine shaft bulged in the length, and each time it was driven into his throat, Laurence felt the top of the knot hitting his muzzle. That was nothing compared to his balls though, swinging back and forth, both orbs rubbing over his cheeks.
He gagged again, half-choking at the lack of air. Fuck... his brother was *big*. Bigger than him, and he was older, and... well, conventionally bigger.... Hah, then again, wasn't that how it all started?
Ah... but that was a story for another day. Not like he could concentrate much on reminiscing now... not with that shaft slamming into his muzzle over and over and over...
A ribbon suddenly found its way to Laurence's shaft. He'd been so into it... he hadn't even realised how hard he was... Laurence choked in surprise, his hips bucking automatically. "Mmm, yes, you are enjoying it. I knew you still had it in ya..." Lucius said, his smirk obvious. Laurence nodded - at least, he tried to. The shaft keeping his mouth stretched wide stopped most of his movements.
Lucius' movements were getting erratic, and Laurence pulled back enough to grab a quick breathe. The shaft was almost as thick as his foreleg now... and he closed his eyes, feeling how it throbbed, how the Sylveon forced it past his lips...
"You wanting more, pet?" The voice swirled down through his thoughts. "You want my cock \_deep\_in your throat?" Paws curled around his torso, and Laurence choked again, feeling his eyes water. "You want my seed...?"
Laurence nodded hurriedly, as much as he could, squirming underneath his brother. The Sylveon gasped, and dug his claws in again.
"Moan for me. C'mon then, pet, moan for me!" Lucius spoke with a distracted air, but his words were firm. He meant them, Laurence knew that. Then, why would he not obey...?
He moaned past the length, the sound muffled, his lips stretched by the bulging shaft. Still, Lucius sighed happily - the Sylveon leaned over him, and Laurence felt as paws wrapped around his midriff. Claws dug in, and...
Oh, how Lucius rutted his mouth... quick, firm thrusts, slapping it into Laurence's muzzle before pulling it back with such delightfully eagerness. Laurence moaned again, needy sounds, and he scraped against the floor. The Sylveon didn't let up, his ribbons tightening as he used his muzzle, the length delving deeper, knot slapping against him over and over again...!"
"Sss...ssyyyyyllll!" The cry was filled with ecstasy, with the pure, untainted bliss of orgasm. Laurence felt the shaft swell that tiny bit more - and oh, how his jaw ached delightfully - before cum erupted in his throat. He felt it, even before his brother pulled out, shooting another few ropes of it in his muzzle. He gagged, swallowed, tried to catch his breath all at the same time, which left him coughing on the ground as the shaft was yanked harshly from his lips.Laurence panted for breath, feeling more of it spurting over his head, his ears flicking as seed splashed over them.
Lucius was panting hard. Laurence stared up, closing his eyes quickly as the last spurt of cum narrowly missed them, and then smirked. The shaft hung beneath his brother, a huge black silhouette against the window... as always, he was slightly amazed - and not a bit proud of himself - at how much he'd managed to fit in. He chuckled, licking his lips, tasting his brother's seed happily.
"Dunno... what you're laughing about, pet..." Lucius said between pants, and Laurence felt the Sylveon's ribbon tighten around the base of his own shaft. He jerked, giving a strained grunt of surprise, as the Sylveon stepped down off him.
"Aaaah, Lu-"
"Careful." Lucius said. "After all, you didn't give that waitress a tip for the service she gave us. For a bill of twenty-one dollars, in the end.
"S...so...?" Laurence said, biting his lip. He could feel himself walking the line.
The ribbon tightened around his crotch, and he lifted a leg, giving an unintended whine at the feeling.
"So..." Lucius replied, leaning down next to his older brother. "You're going to give her a nice five dollar tip tomorrow morning. And in the meantime, as punishment, you're going to give me a blowjob for every dollar you owe her..." He snickered. "That one not included."
Lucius grinned at his brother. The low light from the window glinted off those big, mischievous eyes.
Laurence whined once more, and then grinned back.
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Game Night (Part four) by Roxelle Wolfe
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#4 of Game night (series) The fourth Part to the Game Night series Sorry it's short - I smiled making a pot of coffee, "So Roxie if Jamie is coming over does that mean..." I nodded as I closed the lid to the coffee machine "Yep"I could sense the excitement growing inside him, "Game Night!" He
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"Bisexual",
"Female",
"Femboy",
"Folf",
"Fox",
"Male",
"Roomates"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144459-game-night-part-four
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I smiled making a pot of coffee, "So Roxie if Jamie is coming over does that mean..."
I nodded as I closed the lid to the coffee machine "Yep"I could sense the excitement growing inside him, "Game Night!"
He shouted "Finally It's been forever" He said finishing the toast. I sat down next to him. "But, If you want it to be a full on 'Game Night'
then we need more than three people." I said looking at him, "than who?" he said, "Well I'll call Vex if you call Joseph. " I said watching him think about the offer.
Then He looked at me the way a child looks at his parents, "Deal!" He shook my hand and ran to his room, I then Took out my phone and Dialed Vex, one of my old friends, A few minutes later Tyler came back into the room Alright Joe's coming. Good I said clicking the call button on my phone. It rang for a short time until I heard the other line connect,
"Roxie?" Said the soft voice of Vex, "Yeah it's me," I said nervously, "What's up I haven't heard from you in forever," she said, The mere sound of her voice was enough to send anyone into a trance, "I wanted to ask you If you'd Like to come to Game night," I said walking to the kitchen, But as I did I passed Tyler who was trying to tease me, but I ignored him the best I could But I think a giggle might have escaped "Sure I'd be glad to !" She said cheerfully, "around eight tonight and bring your laptop," I said pouring a mu of coffee for tyler who snatched it from me mouthing 'thank you'. "Alright, I'll be there, see you later," the line disconnected. I set the phone down and looked to Tyler who was sipping the coffee,
"what were you doing?" I asked playfully punching him in the arm. "Just trying to trip you up in front of your ex" He said. I rolled my eyes and flopped down on the couch when I heard
The doorbell ding, Both Me and Tyler looked at each other,
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Zootopia: Tragedy and Friendship Part. 2 by Noxious Photon
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#2 of Zootopia Series Nick finds himself deciding to work with agent Jack Savage in a new unit that specializes in undercover infiltration and information gathering. The new unit was brought about due to the night howler staring to take the streets as a drug, but unfortunately for Nick the ending to
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"Character Development",
"Death",
"Drama",
"Fox",
"Friendship",
"Jack Savage",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Rabbit",
"Zootopia"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145975-zootopia-tragedy-and-friendship-part-2
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"So it was you two who had been completely blowing up my inner workings huh?" The very large buff cheetah said to Nick and Judy with multiple men pointing guns at them. "But.. it looks like you're final plan went sour in the end, and you're luck ran out." He stared at the two silently for a moment, Nick and Judy not saying a word. In the back of their minds both of them knew where this was going, there was no need for crass dialogue or shouting, there was no back up and they knew the consequences of getting caught. The two merely held their hands together and boldly looked at the man as the Cheetah scoffed at them. He picked up a brief case that was laying down on his desk in front of them. "Everything I've built my new empire on is in this brief case, the equations and know how on how to make the drug, and only I and a few chemists truly know. And I aim to keep it that way... men, you know what to do."
The cheetah turned away as the men prepared their guns, Nick and Judy's hand clutching together tighter and closing their eyes as they prepared for the worst. But almost at the same time as the triggers were being pulled a massive explosion shook the entire building, even specifically tilting the area they were in. the guns were being fired randomly as everyone started stumbling, and without hesitation the two started to sprint at the windows tilting toward the ground.
But as they were running and even jumping straight through the glass a few of the stray bullets ended up hitting Judy a few times in the chest but missing Nick. As they were falling Nick immediately noticed her fumble and helped her to land safely down on the ground, Judy ending up collapsing on the floor and in Nick's arms as a result. Neither had any idea what was going on around them at the time. In less than a minute everything was in complete chaos from the explosions, sounds of bullets, buildings collapsing, shouting.. and even Nick swore he saw some strange figures covered in black move around the building, but Nick was blanking on all of it, none of it mattered to him at that very when he saw his hurt partner in front of him.
He looked down at her with wide shaken eyes as he saw her chest start to bleed out, her eyes already closed. "Judy! Judy come on speak to me!" Nick gently shook Judy trying to wake her up, in hopes of getting at least some kind of response from her. He knew shaking her wouldn't really wake her up or even help the situation, but even so he continued to shake her a few times in a desperation. Nick started to grip at her a little bit tighter as tears started to form in his eyes. "Come on Judy you can't leave yet, I still need you! You're the reason I got here!"
But as Nick was starting to feel his emotions well up at the unconscious bunny before he was suddenly brought back to reality by another explosion. This explosion was so close enough to him that he almost got knocked down from the impact. Looking back behind him and seeing more rubble start to fall down he quickly got up on his somewhat shaken feet and held Judy carefully in his arms as he made for an escape; occasionally looking down to make sure he wasn't jostling her too much. "Don't worry Judy, I'll get you to a hospital right away, It'll be okay! Were both going to make it out of this together alright..."
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Nick stopped talking for a moment and blankly looked at the ceiling again before letting out a very long sigh and folding his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. "But... I was wrong. She didn't make it out of there. Although she made it to the hospital itself.. it was still all the same. Bullets near the artery, an almost impossible surgery.. there was just no way."
Nick tapped his fingers a bit nervously on himself before turning himself to his side almost like he was lying in a bed rather than an inclined chair. "But as some would say I got lucky that we got to exchange a few final words... you know, glass half full, for all those uppity positive animals out there."
The Gazelle observed Nick turned away from her for a brief moment before jotting something down in her note, she spoke in a somewhat less dead pan and more caring tone. "So what happened afterward Nick."
Nick paused again before replying. ".... Then I broke down. Standing near her newly popped up grave just a few days or so later."
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The sound of a car quickly driving through the cemetery filled the otherwise stagnant air with sound. Parking his vehicle and quickly running out the door was Jack, practically sprinting towards Nick in the distance. Nick was sitting down on top of Judy's grave, the stone pilled to the brim with flowers and adornments as Nick just silently stared.
Jack somewhat out of breath panted behind Nick and stared at him briefly. He took a moment to catch calm his breathing before walking up a little closer, Nick not acknowledging him. ".... Nick, how long have you been here." Nick didn't flinch whatsoever at the rabbit's words, still staring blankly at the grave he responded coldly. "...Does it matter?"
Jack drew out a long silence before sighing to himself and walking right behind Nick, putting a hand gently onto the still un-flinching fox. "... I don't know if I can continue being on the force anymore Jack." Jack was a little startled hearing him suddenly speak and put his ears down from hearing his words. "Nick.. come on, please don't say that. We've only known each other for four months or so, but even then I can tell how much you love being on the force, no amount of jesting or bickering can hide that. Besides do you think that's what Judy would want?" He said in a very serious but not angry tone.
".... I already know what Judy wants." Jack looked at him a bit inquisitively. "..So, you were able to talk to her. Can you.. tell me what she said." Jack said in a somewhat caring but also pleading tone. Although he badly wanted to support Nick he had also gotten to know Judy well too, and wanted to hear her last words. Nick himself caught on to that, and even though he was still dead pan replied to him.
"Nick..." Judy said somewhat weakly but lovingly to the fox not too far from her. "Judy!" Nick ran up to her from the entrance of the medical building. "Oh Judy your finally awake!" Nick laughed somewhat nervously and with a strange mix of happiness and sadness as he caressed her cheek. "Thank goodness I... I thought I..." He wanted so badly to say lost, but he already knew what the doctors told him, and found himself unable to complete the sentence, his somewhat tearful joyous face turning into a frown and looking away from Judy. But Judy in response quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to her.
"Nick... I already know, believe me if you know the doctors definitely told me." The bunny said with her usual optimistic though slightly weak grin and voice. "They say the chance of the surgery tomorrow succeeding is.. slim to none." Nick started to close his eyes again and held onto the bed as tightly as he could, trying hard to hold back his emotions in front of her. "Don't you say that Judy... I.." Judy without hesitation slowly brought her paw up to Nick's face and started to caress it slowly. "Sssshhh... Nick.. it'll be ok..." Nick started to calm down from the gentleness of the bunny's paw touching his cheek, leaning his head into it to feel more of her soft fur. He even started to giggle a little as he wiped some of his continuing tears. "You dumb bunny.. I'm supposed to be the one counselling you." Judy laughed weakly in response and put on smug grin. "Emotional fox."
For a brief moment the two silently enjoyed each other's company as they held onto one another, the only exchange the two had was occasionally caressing and feeling each other up with their hands and head. Nick had even gotten down on his knees and started laying his head down somewhat close to her chest before Judy broke the silence. "...Hey nick, I know were really enjoying the silence here but... visiting hours are getting close to over, and there's a few final things I want to say to you."
Nick lifted his head up from her chest and looked into Judy's eyes, despite being injured and hooked up she was still looking as lively as ever. "...What is it Judy?" Nick held on tightly to the bunny's weak paws as she smiled from the contact. "If I don't end up making it out of the surgery there are three promises I want you to keep no matter what." Nick only looked down lovingly at her. "Alright carrots, what are these three mystical things my bunny wants me to do."
She put up one finger on her paw. "Number one, stay a ZPD officer! Even as I'm gone crimes will always continue to go rampant in this city, and out of all the officers I know you can deal with it better than anyone, even if I am perhaps a bit biased toward my fox\~." Judy giggled a little at her statement but Nick only looked at her seriously. Judy in turn changed her expression back into a more serious one as well. "I know it'll be hard without me but don't forget that you have Jack too. We come from the same town so I know he'll be good at supporting you, I know I don't have to tell you this but he's an incredibly sweet guy under that cool guise he likes to show sometimes, not to mention a good drinking buddy."
Nick giggled and smiled softly at Judy. "Alright then.. what's number two." Judy put up a second finger up. "Number two is that not only should you stay as a police officer, but I want Jack to be you're new partner. I think I shouldn't even have to explain my reasons for that one, you two get along just as well as I have with you." Nick frowned a little bit at that last one. "Carrots.. I mean, it's not like I disagree with you but even if I ask there's no guarantee I'll be assigned with him, especially considering the special unit may not be necessary now."
Judy only giggled a little at Nick's response. "I already filled in the report and talked to the chief. Considering the situation and our somewhat odd success on the mission he had no choice but to guarantee it to me, plus there's no way Jack will say no."
Nick grinned a little toothily at Judy. "Now that's my sly bunny." He said as he started to caress Judy's head while she giggled a little bit more. "And finally #3, the hardest one of the two." She paused slightly for dramatic effect looking at Nick seriously as he only stared back inquisitively. "... I want you to try to move on from me. We've spent so much time together that the thing I'm worried most about is not just you going back to your old ways... But you losing your happiness, not being able to recover like I've seen from so many other people in this city.."
Nick frowned and looked down at Judy, not only did he know that this was a tall order but it once again put in the front of his mind that after today Judy really would be gone from his life, forever. Judy immediately noticed the tears forming in Nick's eyes and looked up at him. "Nick... come here.." She opened up her arms and Nick instantly hugged her back putting his head down onto her body and breaking out in a sob. Judy simply kept embracing Nick tightly while patting his back as they enjoyed each other's warmth. "...Please Nick.... Promise..."
Jack looked down at the floor sadly hearing the last of Nick's words, who still continued to unemotionally sit down and stare at her grave. He knew the words he was thinking would cut deep into Nick, but it had to be said. "....But Nick, if.. that's what she said, then you know quitting would break your promise." "I know that!!" Nick shouted out angrily and suddenly while pounding his fist into the ground. "But!.... but..." his tone started to shift from anger into an almost distant sadness. The ball that was his fist on the ground loosened and his body started to shake until all that could be heard was Nick's tears.
"I know that but.... But how the hell am I supposed to go back to the ZPD like this huh? Move on like nothing happened, go back to being a goody police officer, how does she expect me to do any of that without her!"
Jack walked back up to the fox and without hesitation slumped his arms around the fox's neck and hugged him tightly, putting the side of his head slightly down on top of Nick's. "Nick.. nobody is expecting you to move on like nothing happened, when Judy said she wanted you to move on she didn't mean to forget her. She wants you to continue to move up in life, continue to try to do the right thing, maybe find someone else to dote over. To continue... to try and lead a happy life."
"But...." Nick replied suddenly stopping his hug and turning around, Jack finally getting a good look at his face. His fur was somewhat scruffy, his face covered in tears, his eyes red and filled with mixtures of guilt, depressing, loneliness, and so many other emotions that he couldn't even begin t process all at once. Nick looked straight into Jack's eyes with his own emotionally confused ones before saying anything. "But... how the hell am I supposed to do that! I don't know what to do Jack!" Nick then suddenly lunged himself somewhat forward into Jack hugging him tightly. "I don't know what to do..." Jack tried his best to hold back his own tears from seeing Nick like this and thinking of Judy, he embraced Nick, trying his best to be his pillar of support. "There there.."
He gave Nick a few good moments to let all of his tears out until he could only hear a few sniffles from the fox still hugging at him tightly on his knees. "...Nick?" Nick responded in a low tone before sniffing again. "..Yeah." Jack suddenly pulled back a little and grabbed the foxes head making him look at his eyes, a surprisingly confident smile being shown on Jack's face. "I think I know where we can start."
Nick looked out the window of the passenger seat confused on where they were going. They had been driving for almost a good hour now and Jack refused to tell him where they were going, but it certainly wasn't anywhere close to the city. Nick sighed a little bit looking at Jack. "Jack I don't think-" "Where here." He said suddenly interrupting him as the car stopped. Jack somewhat excitingly got out of the car and pointed at a strange railing somewhat far from the car. "Let's go over there Nick, you first."
Nick had no idea what to expect but somewhat boredly started walking up to it. As he got closer he started talking again. "Look Jack I know you have something odd planned here but I don't think I can... just..... holy cheese and crackers.." Nick said in awe as he went up to the railing and saw the site from the mountain top. It was Zootopia; in fact it was all of it. Never in all his life had he really been this far out in the wilderness or even out of Zootopia for that matter, and from this vantage point he saw an absolutely perfect view of the entire city. The section he lived in to tundra town to the Jungle... It was huge, massive and stood taller than anything even remotely close to it.
Jack walked up next to Nick smiling. "Impressive, isn't it?" Nick kept looking at the site with his eyes still wide open and jaw practically dropped. "It's more than impressive it's... absolutely stunning." Jack smiled more looking up at Nick before looking at the site himself. "You know this is where they say thousands of years ago our ancestors got the idea of Zootopia. A bunch of fugitives looking for a place to build and stay away from the war at the time, and they found this spot right here. If you put your hand in front of the railing you can actually feel a very strong wind... this wind rides all the way to Zootopia above the city. They say this view combined with the direction of the wind was a message, they saw the various types of landscapes that could be built in that once gigantic empty spot and that's where the idea popped up."
"I see.." Was all Nick could say as he continued to stare. "Oh and nick... here, this is what were here for." Nick looked over at Jack and confusingly saw a weird pot in the bunny's hand "Uh.. a vase?" Jack shook his head. "An urn." Nick was confused for a few seconds until it suddenly dawned on him as his ears went down in almost bewilderment. "Is...is that." Jack nodded. "It's Judy, she had actually asked to be cremated.. and she specifically made it so that I could have it. The grave is just a stone, so Judy isn't buried there."
Nick didn't respond and only stared down at the urn for a while mouth somewhat agape before looking back up at Jack. "Do you want it?" Jack suddenly said with a soft smile as Nick looked at him and nodded his head slowly, Jack carefully handing him the urn. He looked down the urn holding it carefully and even started stroking it slightly. "Judy..." Nick said quietly under his breath as Jack looked at him somewhat sternly. "Nick... Judy wants you to throw her ashes into the wind and throw the urn away too." Nick looked quickly back at Jack almost like even suggesting that was offensive. "What? I can't do that! I can't just.. just throw her away."
Jack continued looking at him sternly and with a serious yet somewhat caring tone. "Nick... it's just ashes." Nicks face turned somewhat sour in response as he turned away from Jack looking down at the urn. "Don't say that..." Jack a bit more softly approached him and put a paw on his back. "Nick it isn't just discarding her... remember what I told you, these winds travel all the way to Zootopia. She wants you to spread her ashes over the city." Nick looked down sadly at the urn. "But... but I.." Suddenly Jack approached Nick from the front surprising him a little bit. "Ok Nick this is going to sound dumb but listen carefully. I want you to hold the urn very close to you..... like right now."
Nick cocked an eyebrow at him "Uhm.. ok.." "Now close your eyes.." Nick did as he said. "Now.. start feeling the urn, caress it a bit.. calm your breath... and imagine as if Judy is right here with you, talking with you." Nick made a condescending face even as his eyes were closed but regardless did as he said. He steadied his breath and tried to focus on images of Judy while relaxing. *Alright bunny what exactly is this going to accomplish huh? Is this some kind of voodoo ritual you have in place to make Judy just suddenly appear next to me here, start calling out my name. I maybe a dumb fox but-*
\_ \_"Nick.." the foxes ears flicked a little bit at what he heard... it sounded like Judy. "Nick!" There it was again, indescribably her. "J..Judy?" Nick said somewhat quietly as he kept his eyes closed. "Well who else would it be you dumb fox?" Nick couldn't believe what was happening, was he going insane? If he was he couldn't even care less right now as he let his emotions of joy completely carry him away. "J-Judy I...I can't believe! Y-you're here I-" "Nick... you have to let me go." Nick halted his speech for a second almost surprised to hear her say that. "Huh?.. Let you go Judy I-" "Nick... I'm just a pile of ashes now, I'm long gone. I may have cremated myself but I'm not \**really \** there. Nick... do you know the reason why I wanted to be cremated?" Nick paused for a moment. "To... be spread across Zootopia?"
Nick could hear the voice of Judy chuckling and even snorting a bit. "Heh well yes ok that, I mean having your ashes flown all the way to Zootopia from the vantage point the guys that made the city saw how amazing is that! But.. actually Jack was the one that told me about that in the first place, he was the one that suggested I do this. And he didn't suggest it just for me; he also had you in mind Nick. The other reason, a thing both of us wanted, was too well... help you move on. Even as I'm talking to you right now I'm not here Nick, I'm gone."
Nick frowned a bit. "You don't need to keep reminding me.." "I know and, I'm sorry but it needs to be said. But you know just cause I'm gone doesn't mean I've you know, been erased from existence. True we can't drink together anymore, and maybe I can't embarrass you when you're the one that gets to drunk occasionally, but you know.. those moments we shared, the pain and the happiness, it'll always be there in your head, In your memories. Heck I'm sure a part of me is with Jack too and even the ZPD, I may be gone but I'm not truly gone.. if that makes sense."
Nick chuckled a bit holding back some of his tears that started forming in the corner of his eyes. "I know what you mean you dumb bunny, still not quite as smooth as the ol' fox would be about it though." Nick could swear he could just see Judy rolling his eyes. "Oh whatever you know what I mean Nick! Now I'm sure you could just spend the rest of your day talking to me but I think it's time for me to go." Nick shook his head vigorously as if not wanting to accept her answer, hearing Judy sigh in response. "Nick come on I can't be here all day. Please just remember what I said.. you're not alone."
Suddenly Nick could feel a small bunny paw touch him and hold him on the shoulder as he almost jumped in surprise. "I'll be with you.. now and always forever, right here." At that exact moment Nick also felt his heart do a little sudden thump as if someone had touched it directly. He knew nothing touched him there, but just from what Judy said Nick knew where she would have put her paw if she were really here right now.
Nick wasn't sure If Judy had somehow through some crazy spiritual séance gotten a chance to actually talk with him just now, or if this entire conversation was just played out in his grief filled head; but frankly he didn't care which one it was. Jack saw Nick start to open his eyes and quickly retreated his hand from his shoulder. Nick without looking back determinedly walked forward towards the wind with the urn in his hands.
With a small moment of hesitation he brought the urn up to the wind, took the lid and poured all of the ashes into the wind; soon afterward discarding the urn by throwing it off the railing and down the mountain. It wasn't too visible but he could still see some of the ashes be swept away by the wind as it headed all the way back to Zootopia.
Nick solemnly looked at the site as Jack looked over at him just as silently. After a few moments he walked closer towards Nick who was now looking out while kneeling his elbows on the railing. "You know.. the reason I recommended this spot of all places wasn't just cause of the wind or even the view. When I was real young, my mom had actually died." Jack said with a light smile on his face, now leaning on the railing with Nick.
"We were one of the few family's to have less than 100 kids, so we were a pretty close to one another. I was one of the older siblings so... I didn't have as much support as maybe other bunnies would in my position, plus from the get go I was always a bit different than the others anyways.." Jack looked out at the view of Zootopia.
"I was one of the only bunnies who had dreams of going to Zootopia and being a secret agent of all things. I was so hooked after I saw the movies, I started studying and dreaming about it every day. Nobody in my family took me that seriously, my siblings told me it was just a phase or a fantasy. The only person in my family who believed me when I said I was taking it seriously was my mom, she always told me that as long as I was passionate about it I should do it. But when she died I actually started doubting that goal for the first time in my life, it felt hard to move on.
My dad seeing me so dejected from her death took me here and I saw this amazing view of the city! And as I was being swept away from the view still feeling emotional my dad gave me an urn, my mother's ashes. He told me to let them out into the wind and I refused. But my dad expected this and just chuckled at me with a smile. He went down on his knees to look at me and told me to hold the urn close to me, feel it, calm my breath, and relax. At first I thought it was just silly but then... I heard my mom call out to me."
Nicks ears twitched slightly at that statement as he continued to silently stare out in the city and listen to Jack. "She said that as much as she wanted to stay and loved me, that she had to go. She said that I needed to move on to, to never give up my dreams because she was gone. She made me swear that one day I'd become the secret agent just like in the movies, that despite being a bunny it was possible. A moment later I released her ashes into the wind, and did as she said. And now well... here I am I guess."
Nick looked over at Jack with both a mixture of sadness, gratefulness, surprise, and a few other emotions he couldn't fully describe. He stared at the rabbit seeing the wind pass through his fur as he coolly looked off into the distance\_. I'm sure a part of me is with Jack too\_, the words Judy had said to him echoed in his head as he stared at the bunny. "....Jack?" Jack turned his head and gave Nick a warm smile. "Hm?" But the bunny was suddenly was taken by surprise as the fox lunged at him for the second time today, bending himself downward and giving him a very strong hug. "Thank you..... thank you so much, and... I'm sorry" Jack giggled at his response and put on a bright smile hugging him back as a few small tears formed on the edges of his eyes. "Don't mention it."
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"And so after that we road back in the car, went to the ZPD and he immediately recommended me to you, and so began my long, torturous, emotional, and incredibly melodramatic journey through this stuffy office space."
Jessica wrote down a few words on her note pad then set the pen and pad aside. "Well Mr. Wilde, it seems everything passes. Just so you know considering what happened, you've gotten through this faster than almost any other ZPD officer I've had."
Nick chuckled lightly and stretched. "Weelll, what can I say? I'm just a stone cold fox; no emotions can get past my fortified walls for long." "Hmmm is that so?" The Gazelle replied somewhat boredly and condescendingly. "Well Nick... if you ask me, I think the real reason you recovered so well is your friend Jack. Other than the somewhat amazing therapeutic idea he had for you, all the other stories of your daily occurrences seem to include him very.. positively." Nick let off a warm smile as he looked back at the ceiling. "Well again, what can I say? I'm just one lucky fox." He turned his head back over at Jessica. "Now.. I believe I am free to go no?"
Jessica sighed and smiled at him. "Yes Mr. Wilde you are free to go, I have no reason to call you back in either." Nick jumped up on his feet and dusted off his clothes. "Well then in that case I need to hit the hay, I'm meeting up with a buddy at the bar." Nick started to head for the door and waved his hand in the air. "Hope to never see you soon." Jessica gave him an annoyed look as he left her office but with a happy smirk on her face. "Likewise.."
Nick kicked open the door to the bar wearing some rather nice casual clothes that fit someone getting a decent pay check, but the same smug fox smile as always. He walked over to the bar and sat next to his friend. "Hope you didn't start drinking without me Jack." Jack looked back at him and smiled. "Of course not! This is for you not me, I know I'm the one that recommended her but I can't believe she said no drinking." Nick shrugged a little. "Well you know, wanted to make sure I didn't get a bad habit, drinking should be fun not depressing." Jack nodded his head. "True, which is why we're doing it now!" Jack handed Nick a beer to his slight surprise. "Don't worry.. it's all on me tonight." The bunny said smiling at him determinedly as Nick grabbed the beer and gave Jack a wide grin in return. "Well then let's not wait any longer."
*3 beers later....*
The two sat there at the bar laughing a little bit like idiots feeling fairly light headed but not quiet wasted or too drunk just yet. Jack paused his conversation for a bit and looked at Nick. "Hey Nick.. now that you've moved on for sure, can I ask something? And I want you to be honest with me." Nick took another sip of his beer and smiled back at his partner. "Sure thing bud, ask me anything." "Well... I never once asked this either before or after the incident for a very large multitude of reasons but... did you love Judy?"
Nick put his beer down and looked down at the bar table with his eyelids half closed and a bit of a distant look in his eye." Jack looked over at him making a bit of a frown at his response. "..I'm sorry nick I-" "No no I said anything, And believe me it's not as bad as you think so.. I'll tell you." Nick quickly took another sip of beer before replying. "In a very short answer... No actually, I never got to that level. I loved her as much as a partner could without leaking into that territory." He said taking yet another sip of beer before continuing.
"Now don't get me wrong, we got close... dangerously close in fact. We aren't complete idiots, we both somewhat knew it I think, and we were both careful about it. Me more so then Judy I would say, I can't speak for you bunnies but see when Fox's fall for someone, we fall hard, it's never graceful. As a result I feel most foxes have a natural defense against that, and especially me due to my.. past. Funny enough I had said to myself that if we could survive this crazy case about that new night howler drug I'd for once in my life completely open up to her, go full on in and see if I really loved her and hope she'd reciprocate. But well.. you know."
Jack to Nick's surprise actually laughed just a little bit drunkenly and dropped his head against his shoulder with a big grin. "Oooh you foxes, ssooooo emotional\~" Nick laughed a little bit and pushed him off. "Well then Mr. bunny, what about you? Judy was pretty emotional at times so I always thought bunnies were just as emotional as us foxes." Jack giggled a little bit. "I think that's more a female thing, or perhaps Judy. If were just talking bunnies in general, I wouldn't say were overly emotional. In fact a lot of our ways of affection are pretty sexual."
Nick crossed his arms and shook his head. "Typical bunnies, always just want to fuck, no room for love." "Hey now that's not true! Of course the stereotype about multiplying and sex is well.. 100% true, but for us sex and love are very linked mind you." Nick raised his eyebrow. "Oh?" Jack nodded a bit overly dramatically due to the beer, probably feeling it hit a bit faster than Nick due to his size. "Thaatts right! Like for example, you can tell how much two bunnies love each other as far as a female and male bunny by how many kids they shared. Like Judy's family had what.. 257 kids or something, so you know they loved each other quite a bit. Then my family had like less than 100, and well.. as much as I love my parents I think they were almost like friends with benefits who didn't want to bother looking for anyone else..."
Nick took another huge swig of beer before responding. "Heh so parents that love their kids but not each other, boy does that sound familiar..." Nick paused for a minute slouching down weirdly at the bar table as Jack expected him to continue until he suddenly sprang back to life "But let's not talk about that!" he said somewhat dramatically and verbosely, Jack was starting to think him not drinking for a long time made it affect him quicker. "What about you Jack? Have you ever loved someone else?" Jack sat back and thought about it for a little bit. "Uhmm... I.. well, I don't think so actually. Like Judy my life was pre-occupied back at home working my ass off and studying, no time for that. And on the job there wasn't much time for it in the end. If I think about it mmaaayyybbee I was in love? I don't know if this one girl I saved counted, she was cool I guess."
Nick chuckled a bit drunkenly at his response, to him it was always fun seeing Jack's coolness get a bit taken back as he drank. "Nah that isn't love trust me, if you aren't sure it isn't love!" Jack looked over at Nick with somewhat sloppy looking eyes. "So what about you big guy? Any love before Judy\~" Nick also took a moment to think about it. "Eh I don't think so" He said shrugging. "I mean I had sex sure, lots of flings, but you know nothing really close to romantic even if perhaps a few in the past have tried. Judy was the first and only person I was ever going to consider opening up to, maybe falling for.. but you know that isn't happening anymore." Nick looked over at Jack with his usual drunk smile which was melted away and surprised by the look Jack had.
Jack was giving Nick a sad face almost with what seemed like a few tears before he suddenly leaned his entire head up against Nick hugging him. "Aw that's so sad! I'm sorry Nick!" Nick just laughed a little bit and hugged him back softly. "Hey it's alright buddy, besides I got you now don't I?" Jack looked up at Nick and gave him a smile. "Awwww Nick-" "Ahem!"
The two suddenly looked over to see the bartender shaking his head with a slight smile at the two. "If you two uh, officers, are done yet would you like me to bring you your checks or more beer? And uh please just only one more beer if you do order." The two looked at each other and smirked, saying in unison. "Isn't it obvious? Another!" The bartender sighed a little bit. "Coming right up.."
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By the late end of the night the two of them fumbled up to Nick's apartment as he clumsily unlocked it and entered in, turning the lights on. Jack entered looking around in amazement. "woaahh so this is your place huh? I guess we've only ever usually gone to my place a few times after drinking.. even then you never stayed to long."
Nick chuckled a bit throwing off his jacket. "Well we were pretty busy with the case back then, and afterward I needed a lot of individual mental recovery time. But you knnooww saying that now." Nick walked over to his drunken partner shutting the door lazily behind them. "We should like.. hang out way more. Judy and I used to hang out minimum once a week at each other's place, bad movie nights.. dumb tv series, even just talking." Jack exaggeratingly put a finger on his chin. "Oohh yeaah I think I maybe went to one or two of those sense you two asked.. those were fun, I'd love to just do it with you though!"
Nick smiled and laughed a bit more, sitting down on the bed. "So what about you? What do you do when not working or hanging with us." Jack sat down next to Nick on the bed. "Weelll not that much really. I don't actually know too many people here in Zootopia anymore so I guess if I'm not very rarely with other friends, I just watch TV by myself, enjoy eating out, that sort of thing." Nick frowned and shook his head. "No way that won't do, a guy as great as you can't be doing stuff by himself!" Nick put his hands on Jack "Listen from now on you're gonna be doing stuff with me, yah got it?"
Jack giggled loudly and for a long time not even responding to Nick before falling down on the bed. "Aaaah we are so drunk.. I can't walk home I'm too tired." Nick laid next to him with smile. "Then just sleep with me tonight, I only got one bed but it's big and nice, no need to sleep on the floor" Jack giggled more and scooted up a little closer to him. "Mmm I think that'd be nice.." Nick reached his paw out and turned the lights off next to him. "Ah hey.. you don't need to cling to me so tightly." Jack responded with only a small hum as he started drifting to sleep, Nick sighing contently and accepting his drunk clinging, putting an arm around him casually. "Good night to you too bunny.." Nick closed his eyes putting down his head slightly on top of Jack.
"And thank you.."
To be continued...
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Zootopia: Naturally Free to Express by Heartless Dragon
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#2 of Zootopia With the Nighthowler conspiracy set in Zootopia's history book, a sudden turn of events has Fabienne Growley, ZNN's news reporter, getting an interview of the lifetime as she finds herself in one of Zootopia's most untouched resort for the nude. Can she handle an untouched topic that
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"Breast Fondling",
"Character Development",
"Cunnilingus",
"F/F",
"F/solo",
"Female Ejaculation",
"Fingering",
"Lioness",
"Masturbation",
"News",
"Nudity",
"Pantheress",
"Porn Flick",
"Snow Leopard",
"Story Series",
"Zootopia"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152375-zootopia-naturally-free-to-express
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Zootopia: Naturally Free To Express
Zootopia, where anyone can be anything... or so the slogan goes. And as far as she knew it, it was true. Never in a million years, let alone, in a few thousand years, had Predator and Prey come so close together and live in harmony. Never had their been such a conflict in which had nearly destroyed the very foundation of Zootopia, had in not been for a Predator and Prey to work together to re-fortify that crumbling wall. Never had she ever felt more relieved than knowing that in a near instant, she could have lost her greatest job, her greatest life and her only hope that was Zootopia.
The few weeks that have followed during the 'Night Howlers' incident, Fabienne Growley, had been so grateful that despite the widespread hatred towards Predators, all of her co-workers, co-anchor, and even her boss, whom was a mouse, treated her like she was still just a normal 'Zootopian'. She was even offered some amnesty to get out of the city before it went completely nuts or if some issues took hold. Luckly, none of that happened and for that, she was so very thankful for it.
A predator and prey no less, uncovered a huge conspiracy and saved a city when others would have failed. That had been the proudest moment for Zootopia and when she got to deliver the speech, she also couldn't help but internally thank the two responsible.
Weeks would go by after the incident and Zootopia had returned to its former glory. No prejudices roamed the streets, no high crime was reported and best of all, there were always wonderful stories to tell.
"You want to me to go do what?" Fabienne asked in disbelieve.
Her boss sighed for the umpteenth time. The mouse was a bit apprehensive as the snow leopard kept repeating herself... and himself over again.
"Fabienne... please," Mr. Rattus spoke in calm. "It isn't that big of a deal. It's just a simple study and..."
"Yeah, a study in something so..."
"Lewd?" the adouti colored rat replied.
"Different." she sighed. "And that too."
Actually the thought of this assignment got her pretty curious and somewhat excited.
For years, the Mystic Spring Oasis was a hot topic for many news networks but it was always a touchy subject. The fact that it has been untouched since near the beginning of Zootopia, is amazing a yet understandable. Since all of Zootopian news networks are mainly made public friendly, it has strayed away from the place since Media Broadcasting started a near century ago.
"So... why up until now are we deciding to do a story on this?"
The mouse, using a mini pad, pointed towards a bigger screen for the Snow leopard to see.
"Ever since the Nighthowler case with Dawn Bellweather," a small feed of the ewe being escorted out of the police car. "the two cops had stated that they had gotten some info from one of the 'Naturalist' there and a lot of mammals haven't heard of or even knew that this place existed until recently." The next showed the fox and bunny duo speaking on camera again where they mention some leads. "The fact that its been here since Zootopia's near beginning has made it a historic relic but just like the times, mammals stopped caring for the time and let it go. Now that it has resurfaced, there has been talk of it becoming the next local hotspot. We are getting an inside look at what really is to be inside of the Mystic Oasis."
"And... you think parents across Zootopia will be pleased that we are covering nude animals?" she asked, somewhat diligently.
The mouse waved off a tiny paw.
"We will cover the outside, have the naturalist speak for a bit and that will be all."
"That's it?" she asked, a bit confused.
"That is all 'we' are covering on live television." he said.
She nodded then paused. He stared at her. She did a double take and she recognized that look. A look that even after the 6 plus years working on here, she knew he had something else planned or something else to add.
"Cut the bull, boss. What else am I covering there?" she growled, though it came out as a groan at best.
"Um... we wish for a few sessions to be recorded, inside of the actual oasis. And... well, they don't mind the nudity in cameras and such, however, there are rules that state that you must... uh... remove 'everything' in order to enter the premises. After which, they will allow an interview there." He then added. "Its a private session that will be only seen online."
The air around them grew cold but the heat rising in her cheeks grew and it was all inevitable before the leopard finally blew up.
"YOU WANT ME TO DO A FRECKIN INTERVIEW NAKED!" she practically roared.
The mouse fell back on his tiny chair with a squeak and half the news room froze in utter silence as the words echoed through out the complex. The snow leopard was breathing heavily, trying not to resort to any rash bantering. She was angrily snorting a bit before realizing her outburst and quickly took in a few deep breaths and turned to her boss whom was getting back up.
She inhaled deeply, letting out a small growl of anger before speaking calmly as best as possible.
"I am going to have to politely decline that interview and 'suggest'," she forced the last word clearly to him. "That you find some mammal whom doesn't have a reputation to maintain to do that interview or one is more willing to do so!"
The mouse looked up at her, brushing himself off before setting the seat back up and looking at her.
"I am sorry, Fabienne, but so far you are the lead mammal to do this."
"How do you figure?" she huffed.
"The naturalist whom your schedule to interview has personally requested to do so with you and you only."
This got the snow leopard to stop and give him a confused look.
"Me? Personally? Why?"
The mouse gave a small shrug.
"Says she's your hugest fan and she was hoping... actually she more or less begged that she get an interview with you."
"She?"
The mouse didn't respond but nodded.
'Great,' she thought. 'A huge fan that wants to meet me personally and a nude one at that. However... it was a female... and she actually had an easier time dealing with females... nude ones even. Her tastes more or less leaned towards the same sex and knowing she might not be doing an interview with a yax or male with his dong hanging in front of her, was a decent win. Still, she might end up seeing male dongs either way. But, hopefully she would have just a quick one-on-one interview with this fan somewhere away from the 'hanging' genitalia. Maybe even one where it was just females. Oh, this might not be so bad, but she couldn't show her eagerness or even seem remotely interested.
"I'm sorry boss, but I am going to have to disappoint this one fan. The public will loose their minds if they saw a famous reporter naked, even if its only available to the adults. I might loose some support or even dignity to this."
"You won't be losing any dignity to this," he assured her. "If anything, we just want the interview focused on them. Heck, we'll have the Camermammal focused from your neck up when we focus on you,"
She rubbed her right arm in hesitancy.
"I don't think that might help if all it takes is a simple..."
"You'll get all of next week's paid vacation with an additional 2 weeks on top of your other two weeks already, throughout the year if you do this." He paused. "If they are taken at separate times."
Fabienne did another double take on his words. A whole week paid! She could finally go on a vacation she really needed! Maybe even go to the Baahamas or Pawaii or Southern Califurnia! Keep it cool girl, just make it seem like its not the best choice but its the only one.
With a fake sigh, she nodded to her boss.
"Fine. But if I am doing this, I am going to book a trip somewhere and you have to pay for it."
"Not the whole thing!" stated the mouse.
"Half." she argued with a growl.
"Commercial and booking only." he countered.
"I'll let the cameramammal show my breasts above and allowed to be posted online." There was a blush on her cheeks but she kept a steady neutral face. She then leaned down to her boss, causing the mouse to recline a bit back in his seat staring up at the towering form of the Snow Leopard. "You and I both know that if that is posted online, not only will mammals watch it, but they will also expect more. They will try and watch the news everyday or online, giving us a higher rating than all the other networks. Not only that but we will be the first network to cover that and we may even return there for future events." She gave him a small grin. "And we both know that 'Will' happen." she then leaned back up, crossing her arms under her chest. "Full expenses paid. Anywhere, anytime, Final offer."
The mouse was silent now. The fact that he actually liked(loved) Fabienne was the whole reason he actually was willing to pay for the vacation. When it comes down to it, she was one of the most loveable characters in the whole building. She was kind, generous, always giving credit to others where needed and even did a lot of charity events. She may be predator, but she has never shown a lot of malice to others, even when they deserve it.
Furbook, twitter, Instapaw and other social media sites have declared her incredibly attractive from both Pred and Prey. If posted online with her breasts exposed along with interviewer, both the social media and the entertainment media will loose their minds! Heck, the views and responses alone would make this the most popular network to beyond Zootopia, even across the country! (Plus he has a secret attraction for the Snow Leopard so seeing her naked was almost dream like come true.)
With a reluctant nod, the mouse agreed.
"Fine. Everything paid for."
Fabienne gave a smile.
"Thank you. But before it is posted online I would like to see it if any changes are needed... mind you I just don't want the damn camera on my breasts all the time instead of my face. Maybe a female cameramammal?"
"We can work with that." agreed the mouse. "Will get the new hire, Tracey Trotter to be your cameramammal."
Fabienne nodded and stood silent for a moment before sighing and rubbing her paw against her temple.
"Just please don't make me regret this, boss." she half groaned.
"Like I said, we will try to work with you so its to your best tastes but you gotta also put your part. I don't want you to rush the interview just to get out of there."
The leopard scoffed.
"I never rush my interviews." she stated.
"Not even when your nude?" he asked.
Her blush never left her but that didn't stop her from angrily grumbling to herself.
"Don't remind me." She paused. "You... know what species wanted to speak to me?"
"Jaguar." he said offpawedly. "Supposedly she had been watching you ever since you first aired on T.V. We were supposed to do the interview with the owner of the establishment but other news networks already worked with him and went over the details. This however, you might have to interview him just for the brief history and after that, talk to her about how the resort works, when established and so on. I'll send you the info with a packet of what your questions will be like.
"You also might want to learn some history of it on your own. Find out what you can online, then ask questions that the other networks couldn't. If possible... and your comfortable, maybe ask other species how they got in, whats the catch and so on. If we can pull this off, we might be a bigger hit then that interspecies couple a few weeks back."
Oh, now that was an interesting story indeed. A sorta nearly unheard of yet, not rare enough, couple that are complete opposite species. A white male white tiger with a female zebra. That was literally a topic that exploded when it was publicly announced. It was a difficult situation for them as well though.
Huge amount of hate and love supporters had nearly trampled the couple, to the point where they had to go into hiding for a bit. Ever since then, there have been talks around other interspecies couples coming out. It more or less was becoming what was the LGBT community a near decade back. It was still conversational but more or less died down. However, that community has more or less been open about Interspecies dating and coupling. The lack of interspecies in their community has actually stopped them from putting the 'I' in the title, though they welcome any who join.
"Looks doubtful boss," she waved off a paw. "Getting an interview naked is gold at best. Interspecies is looking like it will be old news by tomorrow."
"Maybe, but for now, make this the best news ever!"
That night had Fabienne arriving home more exhausted than ever before. After her little squabble at work, she decided to head straight home. Nothing to really hold her back now. She had done her grocery shopping yesterday, renewed her Petflix account so she could chill and she didn't have the interview until the day after, so she had a freeday! Still, she needed to brush up on some history of this place, roughly the basics.
The clock had stricken 10:30 P.M and she just gotten out of the shower, having shaken off all the water from her body and now stood naked in her home. She had set out her clothes for the night. However, with the thought of having to do an interview naked, she should really deal with the fact of being naked in her own home. Not that she hasn't done it before, since her penthouse was on the border of Tundratown and Downtown. Sometimes the chill reached over and covered her house in a gentle snow that her inner nature loved. Sometimes the natural weather over the whole area of Zootopia affected her by the seasons. Either way, the flat she lived provided the luxury of having a small deck with the view of Tundratown to the south while her kitchen window had the view of the city.
She walked around naked to often enjoy the weather but now, now she needed to fully embrace of not wearing clothes all the time. Speaking of, she decided to make use of the time to start working on what kind of interview she would be doing with this 'fan' of her.
Laying naked on her bed, she brought out her laptop from the side and quickly logged on. Quickly flying to the internet, she typed up the 'Mystic Spring Oasis' and sure enough, the site opened to the outer and inner view of the oasis. It had the directions 'Located in the Palm District', the time they open to public and the history. The next page itself already had the Leopardess blushing fiercely as the picture showed in vivid details various animals nude. From Elephants to bears, zebras, deer and more.
She gave a pant... not realizing how much this was affecting her. There was pictures of mammals, male and female alike where they were enjoying themselves around the area. Hippos in the pools, bears on scratchings palm trees, pigs in mud and more! The more she looked, the harder the blush came. It only got worse when she came upon the picture of what could be a view of her 'fan'. The black panther was on the couch, casually sitting there, staring at the camera and flashing them a seductive look.
Gods she was beautiful! And the heat rising in her chest, she felt like a virgin seeing her first naked girl all over again. Dammit she has practice! She has skill! So why is this surprising or making her feel so out of it? She has had dates, she has had relationships, albeit none of them lasted when she started or fully embraced her career and she... hasn't been in a relationship in awhile... let alone an 'active' one.
She sighed a bit dejectedly. Maybe it was the reasons she hasn't been in one in awhile is why she is feeling this. Her last girlfriend was some odd 5 years ago and she sorta embraced the solo act for awhile. Her ex didn't like she was waking at odd hours in the morning or being called into work in random hours. Not to mention that she 'purrfurred' as she liked to call it, 'Someone whom had the time and had energy to work it.'
She was dating a cheetah... And she had the energy to have sex! She was 35, not 50! She was just tired after working, thats all. When it was over... she never bothered to look for one again. Six years since she started her career and it was the best years of her life! A life that she has now regarded to be a lonely one.
How did her mind reel to this situation? Was it because of this pantheress? This beautiful pantheress that wants to have a one on one interview? Was it because she was desperate and wanted to find a sliver of hope in finding someone in her life again? Or is it that after so long, she realized that she may never have a proper life because she will continue to work at a career that almost demands 24/7 calls and the chance she might be gone for an extended hours on end?
The night left her questioning her fate and the idea of looking for a mate quickly left her. She began browsing through the history of the Oasis, bringout a note pad, writing down key choice words. She also thought about what questions she might get asked during the interview...
What as there to be asked? Maybe it would be personal questions by the panteress... seeing how she was the one asking for the interview. Her interests? Her career? Her phone number?
The more she stared at her laptop, the more of a temptation it was to find something on the internet to quench her curiosity. She sighed. What the hell...
First website to come to mind.... 'Cats gone wild!' Gods she hasn't been on this site in awhile.... Awhile being a few months. Sure enough, the first videos showed a black panteress and a cream colored mountain lioness going at it like they were in heat with the mountain lioness on top of the pantheress, already making out with her.
Her paw gently reached down to her belly and lower abdomen, gently rubbing her upper crotch area and bringing a slow stimulation on her self before she brushed the upper area of lips. A soft sigh left her, slowly causing heat to rise to her body, reddening her cheeks as she regained the wonderful feeling in her vulva.
The 'Cats' continued to make out, slowly brushing each other, rubbing their large breasts against one another, causing the other to moan or 'meow' uncontrollably. Their tongue would pass over their faces, leaving matted fur and strings of saliva over one another as they struggled to stimulate the other.
She gently brushed her clit, using her claw to flick it up and down, causing gasps to leave her. Her body was arching forward and back, her tail lashing side to side as she continued her masturbation. Her other paw was using her claw to slide them on her lips, separating the lips before they would close again. Her eyes remained on the 'Cats' as she worked her body.
The pantheress in the video then began dragging her tongue down the lioness's body, passing her rough tongue over to her breasts. She flicked the right nipple with her tongue, making the lioness groan in satisfaction while she rubbed her left breast tenderly. The pantheress then took the nipple into her mouth, causing the lioness to give a quick roar as the pleasure on her body jumped.
Fabienne added her own moans to the mix as she pinched her clit with claws, a small bit of pain ran through with it but the pleasure with it blended so well. Now her left paw had jumped from her vagina to her left breast, stimulating what she wished was the Panther's tongue. She squeezed and kneaded it, just like the panther was doing to the lioness as she sucked on her nipple.
The video got really heated as the pantheress took her mouth off the nipple with a large 'pop' making the lioness whine as the tongue left her. The panther giggled, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on her mouth before dragging her tongue back down. From the breasts, she dragged her tongue to her belly, giving them kisses and licks in her belly, purring heavily on it. The rumble seemed to edge the lioness more as her back arched and she gave a small cry and her vulva began leaking heavily with her inner nectar.
Fabienne's own fluids began leaking from her vulva, the stimulation having only increased as the video was reaching the core. She moved her digits from her clit to her actual lips, spreading them and teasing herself with quick in and out tips of her claws at the entrances. The claws spear through the lips, opening them but never fully showing the glory within before she pulled back out and rubbed the outsides. Her tail trashed more vividly, she her juices flowed from entrance and on to her paws and bed.
The lioness gave a roar as the pantheress latched onto her clit, sucking on it like she had with her nipples. The lioness arched back, trying to shove her face into the maw of the black predator. She wanted to climax so badly. The pantheress saw her need but stopped her attack on her lover. The other mewled in protest as the pleasure stopped.
Her first digit stuck in and she cried out as she stimulated her inner walls, gently brushing the claw to the roof or side of her pussy. She twisted it up and down, trying to reach the core of her pleasure. A second digit went into aid the first one as she used now both further her pleasure. She began 'mewling' and growling as she pushed forth her climax. She was panting heavily watching as the video got more intense.
The fluids between the lioness's legs ran down like a fountain. However, it was quickly plugged up as the pantheress gave a single long lick from the bottom of her taint, passing her vulva, up to her clit, giving it a final flick before she plunged her tongue deep into her pussy. The lioness's roar came loudly through her speaker and Fabienne actually shuddered at sound, almost feeling like it was in front of her.
The pantheress was ruthless, sticking her tongue deep into her lover, swishing it all around her walls. The lioness had her legs wrapped around her lover's head, she roared and moaned at the same time, causing a unique sound that was so beautiful to the ears. The pantheress dug her claws to the thighs the lioness, trying to dig her face as deep as possible into the cunt. She trashed and roared as her climax was fast approaching.
She was moaning loudly, now activly fingering herself with her fingers, shoving them in and out of her pussy, causing wet squelching sounds that echoed the room. Her heart was beating miles a minute, her tail was almost a shaking mess, her sheets before her were soaked with her honey and she was getting so close. She continued to twist her fingers inside of her, using her claws to brush where her g-spot was. Her other palm squeezed and pulled her breast, trying to get as much simulation as possible on her body. Her eyes then squeezed tight as the approach came fast and hard.
The female on the computer and the one watching the computer both cried out at the same time as their explosive orgasm reached its peak and their fluids gushed from the pussys. The lioness roared as her lover drank and swallowed her fluids, as fast as possible but at the same time continued to stimulate her lover, trying to prolong her climax.
Fabbienne cried in ecstacy as her fingers continued to plunge back inside and hold her cliamx as she squirted onto her bed and even onto her laptop. The snow leopard held her moan, her body twitching at the spasms that came, her fluids continuing to gush from between her legs and created a large damp area between her legs.
Letting out a soft 'mewling' cry, she fell back onto her pillows and stared up at the ceiling, utterly exhausted. Her chest rose quickly as she tried to regain her breath and steady her fast beating heart. She continued to spasm a bit as her body fell from its and and enjoyed to aftermath of her masturbation. She continued to pant for a bit, her face fully flushed at her pleasure but none the less she was content with it.
After a few minutes of relaxing, she looked towards her laptop and saw the the panteress was 'cleaning up' the mess she made with her lover. She lapped up any excess juices, then leaned to her lover, giving her a sloppy kiss of her own secretions. The kiss was passionate but the love was the highlight. As they both separated, a string of cum and saliva hung between them and the video ended.
Fabienne brought her own wet fingers to her face. She has tasted herself before and she was never afraid to do so. She licked her fingers, brushing her tongue on her pads and in between her digits, tasting her tangy yet sweet nectar. Making sure she had gotten it all, she then bent her body completely to her lower half, she began cleaning between her legs.
It was a natural thing that came with being part cat and it was something that one enjoyed just to for cleaning or for pleasuring. For now, she tried not to stimulate herself anymore as her high was still a bit up and she was tired. She brushed her tongue gently over her lips, catching any left over juices from her pussy and licked inside her thighs as well.
Feeling satisfied, she fell back down and enjoyed her aftermath. Currently, she was lying in a giant spot of her own fluids. She did not care for that and felt rather dirty about it but at the same time kinky at the feeling. She could worry about it tomorrow. She grabbed her laptop, turned it off and set it to the side. Then she grabbed her blankets and covered herself, feeling the days exhaustion kicking in.
She prayed that when she did the interview, that she might get something in return for it.
Author's Note: All work presented here belong to the original owners. You can check out their work here ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heresy-darling](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heresy-darling))
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Weekend at the Beach by KJwulf
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#3 of Commission Works Commission for meizushi I forgot to post! Hope you enjoy! - It was just another day at work for Don. Students were in the midst of midterms for all of their classes and many of them lined the halls in little study groups, preparing themselves for the tests to come. It had been
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"Anal",
"Beach",
"Gay",
"Incest",
"M/M",
"Male/Male",
"Oral",
"Panda",
"Puma",
"Spanking",
"Student",
"Teacher",
"Underwear",
"Undies",
"father/son",
"teacher/student"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148673-weekend-at-the-beach
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It was just another day at work for Don. Students were in the midst of midterms for all of their classes and many of them lined the halls in little study groups, preparing themselves for the tests to come. It had been several months since his time watching after Moises and since then the two had only grown closer and fooled around with each other more. Usually it was in the form of "tutoring" either at his own house or Moises'. Don had hoped the frequency of their sessions wouldn't raise any suspicions but he wasn't sure how much longer they could keep sneaking around together. He just let his mind wander as we walked through the hallway until he finally reached his classroom door. Unsurprisingly Moises was already waiting to go in early, his face lighting up as he saw his teacher.
"Hi Don!" He bounced excitedly as his teacher neared. "Opps, I mean Mr. Puma."
"Afternoon Moises, how's your day been going?" Don asked as he unlocked the door to let them both in.
"Been pretty good! I've been studying a lot for my midterms so it's been kinda stressful." The panda boy took his seat in front of his teacher's desk.
"It isn't easy on us teachers either, we have to grade hundreds of tests after you're all done taking them." Don chuckled a little, masking the deep seeded hatred he had for test grading.
"Heh yeah I bet, my dad is actually gonna take me to the beach this weekend. To help me de-stress he says."
"Oooh I bet that'll be fun!" Don could already imagine the boy flaunting around in a tight speedo while the water rushed between his legs. He had to push the images out of his head however since his class would be starting soon. The two shared some loving glances at each other up until the other students began piling in, at which point Moises got his notebook out and Don took his place up at the whiteboard.
As with all classes before midterms, they went over painfully boring review on the material they had learned up to this point. Some of the more confident students even elected to not take notes at all, while the more concerned students were frantically writing down everything Don said. Unfortunately for everyone the class went by slowly, especially for Don and Moises. Throughout the lecture Don and Moises continued to share knowing glances at each other, usually ending with Moises blushing. The hour of class was torturous for the two, both just wanted it to end so they could spend some time together, eventually the final bell rang and they were finally left alone as the other students stampeded out of the door as fast as they possibly could.
Now alone in the classroom Moises stood from his desk and hugged his teacher tightly, discovering the puma had quite the hard-on in his pants. He gently stroked his teacher's bulge making the large cat purr in pleasure.
"Moises, stop. We can't be doing that here, just wait." Don said as he pried away from the panda's grasp. "Let's get you home ok kiddo?"
"Alright fine." Moises pouted playfully then followed his teacher to his car. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants slightly before he sat down in the car so his bulge would be poking up through the opening of his pants. When Don got into the car he immediately noticed and turned bright red.
"What has you being so naughty lately?" Don asked as he reached over to give the tight brief bulge a grope. Moises was usually never this direct with him, he usually never instigated so something must have him worked up.
"Hehe, it's just been so long since we last did anything." The panda leaned back and moaned slightly as his teacher rubbed his bulge. He loved watching Don's big strong hand handle him through his underwear, it was the greatest feeling in the world to him. He began to tent out his briefs as Don began to rub more firmly. Moises hadn't even realized he pulled out of the parking lot and was driving until they went over a rather large speedbump. He looked at his teacher who was watching the road but also taking quick glances at him.
In no time they were pulling into Moises' driveway. The panda quickly stuffed himself back into his pants when he saw the garage open and his father packing things into their SUV. Both of them stepped out of the car to greet the older panda.
"Hey how's it going Mr. Puma?!" Moises' father shook the puma's hand firmly. It seemed like he was already packing for the trip to the beach that Moises had mentioned during school.
"It's going pretty well Sir, can't really complain." Don winced a bit at his strength. "And you don't have to call me Mr. Puma, Don is just fine."
"Alright then Don, call me Angel then." The older panda smiled warmly. "I assume Moises told you we're headed out of town for the weekend?"
"Yeah, he told me you were taking him to the beach to de-stress." Don said leaning against the front of his car.
"Yeah, well my wife is off on a business trip so I thought it'd be nice if just us guys went, although, I'd like to offer for you to come along with us."
"With you?" Don was taken aback at the offer. He'd never had any extended contact with Moises' father before so he found it strange that he would so suddenly offer to take him to the beach with his son. "W-well, I don't really have any plans this weekend even though-"
"He can come?! Awesome! Please say you will Don, pleaaase?!" Moises' face was beaming brightly. There was no way Don could say no at this point, not only would it be another opportunity to be with Moises, but he'd also probably get to see him running around in a speedo, and he couldn't let that opportunity pass him by.
"Sure, I'd love to go."
"Great! You'll love it there, a friend of ours lets us stay at their beach house whenever they're not there. You get to just walk right down from the deck onto the beach, it is fantastic."
"Wow, that does sound pretty amazing." Don smiled. He was going to say he didn't have anything planned for his birthday over the weekend but he didn't want to seem whiny to another adult. "When do you plan on leaving? Because I'm gonna have to go home and pack for myself."
"Within the next few hours! Don't worry, we won't leave without you." Angel joked. He and Moises were both beaming at Don happily.
"Heh, alright then. I guess I'll head home and pack real quick then!" Don's tail was swishing back and forth happily.
"Moises, you should go with him." Angel suggested to his son, who needed no further instruction and dashed back into the passenger side seat of Don's car. "See you boys in a bit!"
Don was excited that he'd have some alone time with Moises, no matter how brief it may be. He needed a release. He drove them both to his house, where he and Moises spent many an afternoon for "tutoring" sessions. Once they were both inside Don couldn't contain himself any longer, he needed to see Moises naked. He pushed the boy gently against the wall and slid his shirt off over his head, the boy just giggling and letting his teacher handle him. He then knelt down and fiddled with the panda's pants until they were open and around his ankles. He leaned in and nuzzled the boy's tight red bikini brief bulge.
"D-Dooon!" Moises moaned out. He slowly tented out his undies, spurring his teacher on further. He watched as Don hooked a finger under the front of his briefs and yank them aside, letting his little rod stick out exposed, only to disappear into the cat's mouth. He gasped out and bucked his hips a little as Don sucked him. He was pretty pent up after a week or so of not having any interactions with Don so he was eager for release. He squirmed against the wall and continued to watch as Don sucked on him with increasing speed. With one final thrust of his own he threw his head back and moaned as he exploded into his teacher's wanting mouth.
"Man you were holding that in for a while huh?" Don wiped his mouth and grinned up at Moises. The boy just blushed and nodded. As his teacher stood back up he now dropped to his knees and started fumbling with Don's pants, but before he could get them undone the cat stopped him. "I gotta get packed Moises, don't worry, I can wait."
Moises frowned a little as Don walked off into his room. He decided to remain in his underwear until they left just in case Don wanted to have a little more fun. Moises flopped down on the couch and rubbed his now soft bulge. Don soon came back out and froze when he saw Moises reclined and rubbing himself again. He wanted so much to just take him right there but he'd already wasted enough time, they had to get back to his father before he grew suspicious.
After Moises got dressed they left and headed back to Moises' where Angle had everything else packed and ready to go. Don was prepared to drive himself to the beach but Angle insisted that he ride with them, the SUV certainly had the space but Don worried about spending a couple hours cooped up with Moises and his father. In the end he had to accept and get in their SUV. The drive wasn't as bad as he thought it would have been, Angle was quite chatty which broke the monotony of a long drive. He was a really interesting guy, funny, outgoing, confident, it made Don wonder how Moises could even be his son since he was so quiet and reserved.
The sun was just setting over the horizon as the trio pulled up to the beach house they had been talking up the entire drive there. It was a beautiful two story house with a large deck overhanging the sand of the beach. Don was impressed, he knew how much houses like these went for so Angel must be very close to this friend of his since he can just stay there whenever he wanted. They unloaded their luggage and walked into the house, from the look of it, it was a total bachelor pad, there was even a fully stocked bar in the living room. Angel showed Don to the upstairs bedroom.
"This is the only bedroom in the house, so I'm afraid we're gonna have to share it." He said as he dropped his bag at the foot of the bed.
"W-what? Share?" Don blushed red hot at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Moises' father.
"Yeah, Moises can sleep on the couch in the living room like he always does, it isn't a problem. Unless you're uncomfortable with sharing a bed with another man." Angel grinned, almost teasingly, at Don.
"N-no, of course not. I just...wouldn't you rather share it with Moises?" Don must have been blushing bright red as even he could feel his face warming up.
"Nah, my boy is used to the couch. Don't worry Don, I'm not a cuddler." Angel laughed.
Don blushed at the joke then looked over to Moises who was already making the couch into a comfy bed for himself. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Moises starting to undress.
"What are you doing?" The puma asked with a shaky voice. Moises blushed and stopped pulling off his shirt.
"Ah he's just getting comfortable, we generally don't wear clothes around here." Angel explained as he himself began pulling off his shirt.
Don watched in silent horror as his secret lover and his father began pulling their clothes off in unison. He stood staring as blood flushed to his face when the two pandas began unzipping their pants. He pushed his growing erection down to make it less obvious but he couldn't help releasing a small squeak of pleasure as the father and son duo pulled their pants down to reveal their identical bikini briefs, even sporting the same red color as each other. Moises giggled and pointed out their matching undies. They both laughed at the coincidence then turned to look at their guest.
"N-no, I don't think that's a good idea..." He was obviously covering his crotch to hide his bulged out pants.
"Oh come on Don, we're all guys here! You can't seriously be scared of hanging out with other guys in your underwear like a little middle schooler can you?" Angel grinned, actively trying to taunt the cat into joining them.
"N-no it's just..." He was at a loss for words with the delicious eye candy on display in front of him. Before he could even formulate his next sentence, Angel dashed behind him and began pulling on his shirt until it was over his head. "Angel what the hell?!"
"Moises, help me out here!" Angel laughed as he kept Don blinded and his arms immobile. He watched as his son hurried over to them and grabbed a hold of the puma's pants. He noticed his son had no hesitation in grabbing at his teacher's pants and pulling them down. Once Don had is pants down Angel yanked his shirt the rest of the way off and the cat fell on his butt wearing nothing but a pair of white bikini briefs.
"Hehe nice undies Don!" Moises laughed out, knowing full well his teacher wore the skimpy type of underwear. He didn't even blush at the large tent his teacher was pitching in them.
"Well well, this is quite the surprise!" Angel burst out laughing. "Never would have thought I'd see another man wearing those!"
Don hurriedly covered himself up but the two pandas had already gotten an eyeful of his stretched undies. He jumped up to his feet and was about to scold the two for jumping him but he blushed red hot and went silent when he saw the front of Angel's briefs being pushed out by their inhabitant. The panda just stood there with his hands on his hips, completely unashamed by his own erection.
"Don't worry Don, it's more fun to hang out like this anyway!" Moises said giggled as he secretly enjoyed the sight of his teacher and father both tenting their underwear. He himself wasn't hard so he was just sporting his normal little bulge.
"Moises and I always hang out like this, if it really is too awkward for you I suppose you can get dressed again." Angel chuckled to himself as he flopped down on the couch and spread his legs apart slightly, proudly displaying his stretched bikini briefs. Because of the style of the underwear it was quite easy to see underneath the thin material as Angel's member pushed it away from his body.
"It's...fine like this I suppose." Don stammered out as he shamefully stared at the base of Angel's shaft. His heart was racing, was the older panda coming onto him, or was this just the way he always acted?
"Good! Well it is quite late, we should probably get to bed." Angel stood and walked over to his son. He bent over to kiss his son on the forehead as he continued to sport a full erection in his bikini briefs. "Come on Don."
Don was still blushing red hot as he watched Angel's tightly covered ass wiggle from side to side as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He looked at Moises who was just giggling and showing signs of his own erection now. He smiled at the boy and bent over to give him a kiss just as his father had, only he pulled the boy into an open mouthed kiss. As he lead the kiss he reached down into the boy's underwear and gave his slowly hardening penis a few playful tugs to make sure he was fully hard when he broke the kiss. Moises stared up dreamily at him as they exchanged their goodnights and parted ways.
When Don walked up into the room where he and Angel would be sharing a bed, he waited a moment outside the door so he could compose himself. Once he was satisfied he was flaccid enough to face Angel again, he pushed the door open. To his relief Angel was covered by the blankets on the bed.
"Hey Don, I apologize about my behavior downstairs. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, it has been a while since I've hung out with a man my age without any women around."
"Oh uh, really its fine Angel. I'm comfortable, it was just unexpected." Don was taken aback at Angel's apology. He got into the opposite side of the bed. "Angel, if you don't mind me asking...you did seem rather eager down there. Have you ever-"
"Yes, I've slept with other men before." Angel said nonchalantly before Don could even finish his question. "Now I don't want to frighten you with this, but I'm being honest at this point. I am actively Bisexual, my wife is fully aware, and often encourages me to fool around with men from time to time."
Don was speechless, he just stared at the panda next to him. It was one thing to still be into guys while married, but the fact that his wife encouraged him to seek out alternate companionship was quite hard to swallow.
"I-Is that why you invited me here?" Don asked shakily.
"Ha!" Angel chuckled and put a hand on the cat's shoulder. "No Don, I wouldn't do something so sneaky, I always make my intentions clear. You've just been such a great influence on Moises, I wanted to thank you somehow. You are very handsome though."
Don smiled at Angel, feeling warm and accepted for the first time in a long time. He didn't have many friends outside of other boring teachers, it felt good to actually be able to be himself.
"T-Thank you Angel, I can't tell you what a great time I'm having...and uh...you're pretty handsome too." He blushed a little as he acknowledged the panda's last remark. "I gotta say, seeing you act so confident, even while you were in nothing but your underwear and raging hard was...really exciting."
"Hah! You should hang out with us more then, because that happens a lot." As Angel spoke the blanket covering his lap was pushed up a little, catching Don's attention. Angel grinned and pulled the blanket down to expose his slowly stretching briefs to the puma.
Don blushed and stared at the pandas tent and even started to get hard himself. He looked Angel in the eye then back down at his crotch. He wasn't lying when he said Angel was handsome, he looked just like Moises only older and more muscular. He wanted desperately to see more of him.
"You can touch me if you want Don, you don't just have to gawk." Angel chuckled as he leaned back against the headboard.
Don honestly didn't need any convincing. He reached over and gently gripped the panda's large rod through his bikini briefs. It was exciting to him to touch a penis that was so much longer and thicker than Moises' so he let the excitement take hold of him. He began stroking the panda through his underwear, making him moan softly.
"Mmm, that feels good Don. Do you mind if I?" Angel reached under the blanket and touched the cat's thigh. Don just shook his head so Angel reached further over into Don's lap. He felt the puma's bulge all over, causing its captive to harden underneath.
Don purred out deeply as Angel's big hand groped his package. He was so pent-up since he didn't get-off with Moises earlier so his horniness. His inhibitions grew clouded as they continued to exchange mutual strokes.
Unbeknownst to the two adults, they were being spied on by Moises. The boy was peeking through the thin opening of the slightly ajar door, hand in his briefs. He huffed out hotly as he stroked his small cock inside his tight underwear to the sight of his father and teacher touching each other. He found it unbearably hot and tried to stay as quiet as possible as he stroked himself. At first he was a bit jealous that his dad was getting to mess around with Don instead of him, but after staring at the pair of tented bikini briefs his attitude changed.
Don continued to stroke Angel rigorously through his underwear. He could tell the panda was really enjoying his masterful hand movements, little did he know he'd had lots of practice on his son. The cat's own cock was thoroughly enjoying the attention and getting close to it's climax. He started bucking his hips and groaning as he drew ever closer to coming but as he did Angel withdrew his hand and pulled Don's hand away.
"W-what's wrong?" Don asked shakily, worried he did something wrong.
"Heh, nothing Don, I just don't want to finish, not like this." He smiled warmly at the cat. "I'm sorry I got you so worked up, but we should get to bed."
Don was disappointed there was so much build-up for nothing but once his head cleared and erection died down he began to worry about the implications of fooling around with both his secret lover's father and a married man. He excused himself from the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and head as he descended the stairs.
He walked past the couch and looked onto to pull-out bed to see Moises sleeping with his butt up in the air. The boy looked like he hastily got onto the bed, as he was still on top of the covers which showed no sign that he'd actually been under them. Enticed by the boy's brief-covered ass, Don walked to the couch and ran his hand over the tightly covered mounds. Moises shifted at the touch but remained still so Don reached between the panda's legs to grope his small bulge.
Don quickly grew horny again, stretching his bikini briefs to the limit. Pent up from all the teasing with Angel, he simply couldn't hold back anymore. He yanked the front of his underwear aside so his rock hard cock could finally breath in fresh open air. He gripped himself and started pumping furiously as he stared at and molested Moises' underwear-clad ass. He very swiftly reached his climax and stifled a groan as he released all over the back of Moises' briefs. The force of his orgasm nearly made his knees give out from beneath him, but he managed to wobble back up to the bedroom, glowing with extreme satisfaction.
When he walked back into the room he found Angel laying on his side facing away from him. He crawled into the opposite side of the bed and closed his eyes. It took him longer than usual to fall asleep, excited at the prospects of the rest of the weekend.
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The next morning Don was woken up by someone jumping on the bed. He turned and saw Moises in his full naked glory bouncing between him and his father.
"Wake up guys! You've slept in long enough!" The boy shouted as he excitedly bounced on his knees, making the bed rock.
Don remained still, mesmerized by Moises' soft little penis as it flopped around from his bouncing. He wanted to just pounce the boy down and give him a surprise blowjob, but Angel's stirring next to him killed that urge.
"Nnngh, ok Moises ok." Angel sat up and chuckled when he saw his son was completely nude. He reached up and gave his son's penis a playful tug. "Well good mornin' to you cutie."
"Hehe morning daddy!" Moises leaned in and hugged his father as his little cock grew hard from the touch.
Don felt all the blood rush to his face as he observed the father and son duo. Angel had just purposefully touched his son's penis like it wasn't a big deal, like it was a common occurrence. He began to wonder just how deep their playfulness with each other went when he was pounced on by Moises.
"C'mon Don get up!" He laughed playfully as he poked his teacher with his hard-on. They both turned their heads as Angel stood up from the bed, after a quick stretch upwards the older panda hooked his bikini briefs with his thumbs and tugged them down to the floor.
Don grew uncomfortably hot with the two naked pandas in groping distance. He stared at Angel who turned to face him and his son sporting a full fledged morning wood, unashamed. Moises pulled himself off Don and went to dig with his father in their shared suitcase. This gave Don a wonderful view of both their asses. If he wasn't hard before he sure as hell was now. He watched the pair turn to face him again, both still hard, and holding their own speedos in their hands.
"You ready to head down to the beach Don?" Angel asked and grinned at the starring puma. He put his arm around Moises' shoulder and the naked pair watched as the cat nervously stood up and dug into his own suitcase, pointlessly trying to cover his erection.
"Y-yeah I'm ready." Don said as he pulled out a pair of boardshorts. He followed the two down the stairs, then was shocked as their went straight out the back door leading to the deck and beach without even putting their speedos on. "H-hey wait! You guys are crazy going out like that!"
"No we're not Don!" Moises laughed. "There's never anyone on the beach at this time! We like to put our speedos on only when other people start showing up!"
Don watched wide eyed as the father and son walked towards the shimmering water completely nude. The scene was almost too picturesque to be real, a faint breeze flushed through Don's fur as he watched the two set up their umbrella and blankets on the warm sand. Everything felt like a fantasy to Don for the first time since arriving there. For a moment he had a hard time discerning what was real or not. Where they really naked, or even there? Was he even standing on a warm sandy beach or was he just staring blankly out his window back at home dreaming this? After standing stunned in transcendental thought Don lurched back into the plane of existence when Moises pulled him by his arm.
"Hehe come on Don! why ya acting all weird?!" The boy's penis flopped from side to side against his legs as he tugged Don to his father. The excitement from both being completely naked in a public area as well as being seen by both his teacher and father gave Moises tremendous amounts of energy. He ran to the water and slowly waded in to grow accustomed to the coldness of the water. Once he could fully submerge himself he swam out into deeper water.
All the while Don and Angel watched on, Don with a towel on his lap and Angel completely sprawled out absorbing the sun's warm rays. Don admired Moises' free spirit, the boy really wasn't shy about showing off his body and in-truth it was quite a turn on for the cat. Unfortunately however the nudity couldn't last forever, as others slowly began to populate the beach. Mostly surfers at first, looking for morning waves, then every-so-often a jogger would pass by, but not before turning their heads to check out Angel sprawled out in the buff.
As the sun rose higher in the sky and more people began to show up, Moises walked out of the water dripping wet and back to the two lounging men to retrieve his speedo. He bent down in front of them to pull the tight swimwear up, giving the two men a possibly innocent, but non-the-less enticing, view of his tailhole. As if Don wasn't riled up enough, seeing Moises so brazenly expose himself like that nearly made him lose himself to his inhibitions. Angel didn't react at all however, only giving a slight grin as his son pulled his speedo on. Angel himself didn't put his own speedo on until much later, obviously unfazed by the glances and stares of others. It wasn't until Moises pestered him to cover up that he finally pulled his speedo up his legs and over his package.
Don was relieved the two had finally covered up but he was still unbearably hard within his speedo from seeing every inch of Moises' naked body. He stood up while trying to cover his blatantly obvious erection and hurriedly walked into the water. The sudden and frigid chill almost instantly softened him up but he didn't want to leave so quickly as to make him look suspicious. He waded deeper into the water until he could barely stand, then turned towards the shore to see Moises making his way to him through the water.
"Hey Don." The panda boy said as he smiled. "Did you like seeing me naked earlier?"
"You know I did, you naughty little scamp." The cat grinned and reached out under the water for Moises' package, which he easily found. He groped the boy's tight package, making them both moan out in satisfaction from actual physical contact. He wanted so badly to take Moises right then and there but he knew he had to wait until the weekend was over to even have a chance. Don's own bulge was lightly gripped and squeezed by Moises, who had a mischievous glint in his eye. Don checked periodically to see if Angel was looking at them, but even if he was, the older panda gave no indication that he was worried about his close proximity to his son, he was just laying back enjoying the warm sun and gentle breeze.
It wasn't long until the pair of lovers had their hands down each other's speedo, fondling and stroking each other playfully like when they wrestled with each other. Don even managed to strip Moises' speedo completely off and tease him with it above water while his other hand teased his exposed little cock under the water. The two had a great time playing with each other under the cover of the water, but eventually after they both grew tired and cold, they walked back to the shore to dry off.
"There you boys are, you have fun in the water?" Angel had acquired quite a tan for himself, both shades of his fur actually darkened from the sunlight. Even Moises' fur had darkened, but not to the same extent of his father. He sat up and adjusted the umbrella to make some shade for themselves.
"Yeah! A whole lot of fun." Moises smiled knowingly at Don, who in-turn gave him a smile back.
"That's good. That's what this whooole trip was about."
The group spent most of the afternoon lounging on the beach and snacking on things from the house and occasionally taking dips in the water again. When they decided to leave it was just a short walk back up to the house. Once inside Don took a deep breath, feeling refreshed by the nicely air conditioned house. He excused himself to the bathroom to change.
After grabbing a fresh pair of undies from his suitcase, he walked into the adjoining bathroom to clean the saltwater off of himself. After the quick rinse he dried off and stepped into and pulled up a tight fitting pair of white briefs. Before he left the room he felt compelled to look at his phone, only to be disappointed by the lack of notifications.
"Another year gone silently by." The puma sighed. Not one text, instant message or missed call for him, not even from his parents. Feeling dejected he tossed his phone into his suitcase and slowly walked back downstairs. Angel and Moises weren't in the living room like he expected them to be when he returned. He looked out on the deck for them there, still nothing. He noticed the kitchen was oddly dark, so he cautiously walked into it. He flipped the light on.
"Happy Birthday!!!"
Don nearly leapt out of his briefs he was so surprised. Angel and Moises had little paper hats on and were standing in the island in the middle of the kitchen holding up a simple, small cake. There were a few balloons just floating randomly around. He looked at the two wide eyed and confused.
"H-How did you-?" He began to ask.
"I found your birthday online a while ago." Angel said, smiling. "So we figured we'd throw you a little party while we were all here."
"Happy Birthday Don, I hope you like the cake!" Moises was smiling wide.
Don didn't know what to say. He was absolutely touched they were doing this for him. It had been so long since anyone had even acknowledged his birthday he had almost forgotten what it was like. He was on the verge of joyful tears but he held them back and maintained his postured.
"T-thank you so much you guys, this means so much to me." He said with a slightly cracking voice. He walked around the island to give them both a hug and was stunned to see them both wearing matching pairs of pink bikini briefs. Before he could call them on it Moises ran to him then threw his arms around him to give him a tight hug. Angel just put his hand on his shoulder and smiled. "So you two had this planned from the very beginning huh?"
"Yup! We thought of everything together! We even planned out your present!" Moises said the word "present" in a very suspicious yet equally exciting way.
"P-present?" He looked down at the boy, his heart suddenly beginning to race.
"Yeah, we both got you something, but first." Angel walked behind Don and rubbed his hands down the puma's sides, stopping at the waistband of his briefs. "The birthday boy has to be in his birthday suit."
Don went stiff as Angel said that, he looked down and watched as two pairs of hands rubbed him all over his briefs. Angel had his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his underwear, but it was Moises who got down on his knees and slowly pulled the tight white briefs down. Don couldn't believe Moises was doing this in front of his father, it wasn't like the previous night where they teamed up to strip him, Moises was very sensually undressing him making every effort to rub, grope and tug on his rock hard member. Once the cat's briefs were around his ankles Angel reached for his groin and grabbed the base of his cock, shaking it in his son's face.
"A-Angel w-what are you-" Don lost his breath as he felt his cock be enveloped by a nice warm muzzle. He looked down at Moises bobbing his head up and down on him while Angel rubbed the base of his cock."
"Shhh, don't worry about anything right now. It's your birthday, just kick back and enjoy it." The older panda whispered into his ear. He reached lower to grope the puma's balls and gently nibbled on his neck. Meanwhile his son happily sucked away on the puma's cock. Angel found it incredibly arousing to watch his son sucking another man's cock, he rubbed his underwear tent through the cat's bare cheeks as he watched.
Don couldn't believe this was happening. His knees wobbled from the pleasure of getting sucked and the thrill of having a thick cock hot-dogging through his cheeks. How long had they been planning this? Did Angel know about his true relationship with Moises? Had they actually done things together before? So many questions came to him but most of them only made him hornier. He moaned out loudly as he felt Angels big strong hand groping and squeezing his cheeks.
"Mmm these are nice and firm, I think we should honor another birthday tradition with these." Angel chuckled as he felt up Don's ass cheeks. He tugged Don away from Moises, making him slip out of his mouth, and walked him into the living room where he pushed him over the side of the couch. He rubbed his bulge as he admired the cat's supple ass. "Come on Moises, lets give the birthday boy his birthday spankings."
Once Don heard the word spankings, his heart leapt in excitement. He squirmed in anticipation as he heard the two pandas walk up to his ass. Moises begged to go first so his father let him, the boy gently rubbed his teacher's rump for a moment before finally bringing his hand up high in the air and bringing it back down hard onto Don's ass.
The first slap made Don yelp in surprise and gasp in slight stinging pain. His cock lurched up and spurted out a slight string of pre-cum on the side of the couch and only continued to drip as Moises continued spanking him. The boy loudly counted upwards as he delivered each slap, reveling in the sharp echo after each swat. His little cock strained inside his pink bikini briefs as he tanned his teacher's rear end to a nice shade of red.
Angel stood idly by with his hand down the front of his underwear stroking himself as he watched Moises deliver blow after blow to Don's ass. His gaze switched between Don's ass and dangling cock and his son's tented underwear. He honestly couldn't decide which was more appealing to him, so he decided then and there that he was going to enjoy both of them before the end of the night.
"Aaand last one!" Moises exclaimed as he slapped Don's ass as hard as he could for the last time, causing the cat to yelp out. Moises stepped back a bit to admire his handiwork, both of Don's cheeks were equally a light shade of red. He saw his cock was pulsing and leaking pre so he reached between his legs and gently gave his rod a few tugs.
"Now Moises, we don't want him to finish just yet. I havn't had my turn yet." Angel grinned and looked at Don mischievously.
Don began to worry slightly for his rump, Moises had already made it sting and he knew Angel wasn't going to hold anything back. He tracked Angel as he walked behind him. He felt his hand run across his cheeks which sent a slight jolt of pain into him. Angel rubbed his hands together to warm them up. Don shut his eyes and bit down on the couch in anticipation but after a few moments it didn't come. He opened his eyes and let go of the couch and as soon as he did, Angel's hand struck him twice as hard as Moises could manage. He let out a pained scream and shot another string of pre onto the couch.
"Hmm, Moises, let's give Don his present now so he doesn't ruin this couch." Angel chuckled as Moises scampered back into the kitchen and came back with a small wrapped box and handed it to Don. The cat gratefully took the box, happy to be receiving a present and a moment a respite from the coming spanking. He unwrapped it and inside was a box of designer briefs with an open back similar to a jockstrap. He pulled the new garment out of its box and felt the silky smooth red material with his fingers. They were softer than anything he'd ever felt before which made him eager to try them on. He stood on wobbly legs and carefully stepped into and pulled up his new undies. They were very snug in the front and felt fantastic against the bare skin of his penis. They were also very convenient for the situation since they had an open back and wouldn't be rubbing against his sore and stinging rump.
"Mmm wow those do look good on him Moises, you were right!" Angel stroked himself through his briefs as Don posed slightly in his new underwear. "Alright, alright, bend back over kitty, we aren't done yet."
Don happily leaned back over the couch, excited to be spanked while in his new incredibly comfortable underwear. Once he was back into position Angel wasted no time in getting back to work. He raised his hand and brought it back down with a loud smack that echoed throughout the house, evicting another yelp from Don. Angel held nothing back, he swatted Don's ass with the intention of making it as red as he possibly could. Don found the situation to be much different from doing it with Moises, first off Angel was much stronger and larger than Moises, which gave him an undeniably more dominating presence. Secondly he was hitting Don much harder than Moises could, which turned the situation from playful erotic spanking to a much more BDSM feel. Don couldn't deny he liked it though, just like with Moises, his cock was rock hard and pulsed inside his new underwear with each swat from Angel.
With feelings of extreme pleasure washing over him he lost count of how many times Angel had spanked him, it wasn't until Angel gave him one last hard swat across both cheeks that he regained a sense of time. Angel teasingly rubbed the puma's bright red ass, making sure to rub in the sting one last time, which made Don's body jerk away from his hand.
"Heh, man that was fun, I haven't gotten to unleash like that in a while." Angel said as he cracked his knuckles.
"A-ahh...ow." Don managed to mutter through deep breaths. He slowly pushed himself off the couch and stood again and wobbly legs. His ass was stinging and his cock was sticking out of the leg hole of his briefs dripping pre down his leg. He finally just knelt down and sat on his knees to give his legs a rest and to avoid sitting on his butt.
"Hehe, how's it sting Don?" Angel asked teasingly.
"P-Pretty awesome." The cat replied as his cock pulsed in his backless briefs.
"Heh that's good to hear. How would you like to try your hand at my ass?" The older panda grined as he saw Don's reaction. He walked to the couch again but this time bent over it himself, wagging his brief-covered rear end at the puma. "Why don't ya come up here too son?"
Moises wordlessly scampered up onto the couch and bent over right next to his father.
Even though Don was feeling a little wobbly from all the spankings he just received, he mustered up the strength to stand back up now that he was presented with the two brief-covered butts. His cock ached to come out and start pounding away at one of their butts, or maybe even both of them but that's not what he wanted that moment. He wanted to give a father and son some nice firm erotic swats on their sexy asses.
He felt them both up at the same time, first rubbing their left cheeks then their right ones. After feeling their rumps his hands slid down their taints and cupped both of their sacs through their undies, making both of them moan in the same way. Unable to simply appreciate their rears anymore, Don took a step back and lined up his hand for a strike against Angel's rump. He brought it down firmly but not quite hard, eliciting a pleasured grunt from the older panda.
"Oooh yeah, you've wanted this for a while now haven't you stud?" Angel said as he grinned back at the puma. "We've both been such naughty boys, why don't you skip the foreplay and just give is what we deserve?"
Angel's dirty talk got Don even more riled up and for his second swing he brought it down on the older panda's left cheek nice and hard. Don loved watching the larger panda arch his back and squirm in pleasure. He looked over at Moises, the boy was wiggling in anticipation so he decided to alternate between the father and son. He stepped behind Moises and quickly delivered a smack to the boy's butt that made it jiggle.
"God you guys this is so awesome. But...I think there's something more you two could do." The two pandas turn their heads to look back at the puma. "Kiss each other."
Much to Don's pleasure Angel gently gripped Moises' chin and pulled his son into a light but passionate kiss. Don murred deep in his throat as he went back to spanking the two naughty pandas' asses.
Numerous spanks later Don stepped back from the two pandas and let them stand up. Both of them were pitching tents in their pink bikini briefs and thanks to the skimpiness of the material he got a nice peek at the base of their shafts and their balls.
"Jeeze guys, this has been the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you both so much." Don gave the two a hug and patted their stinging asses.
"It was our pleasure Don but really, we're just getting started. Moises, c'mere and give your daddy some love." Angel smiled down at his son and tugged the front of his bikini briefs aside, finally letting his big cock free from its prison.
Don went wide-eyed at the sight and what he said. He wasn't expecting either of the pandas to expose more than they already had. What was he asking Moises to do? What was Moises going to do? He watched on as the boy happily walked to his father and hugged him, letting one arm down to wrap his hand around his father's thick cock. Blood rushed to Don's face as he saw Moises grab his father's rod and his cock sprung back to life inside his briefs after having gone soft. He dared not say anything to interrupt them, desperate to see if one of his fantasies was about to come to life.
Angel smiled warmly down at his son as he stroked him. He leaned his head down and pushed his lips against Moises' initiating a very passionate kiss between father and son. He pushed his tongue into his son's mouth and was met by Moises' much smaller tongue. The two stood there kissing each other much more deeply and passionately than before with Moises rubbing Angel for several wonderful seconds in front of Don, eventually ending with Angel pulling his mouth away from Moises'.
"I think somethin else of mine wants a kiss too kiddo." He grinned.
"Hehe, ok Daddy!" Moises quickly dropped to his knees and was now face level with his dad's crotch and throbbing meat. He giggled and gripped the base of Angel's cock and aimed it at his mouth. He puckered his lips and gave the tip a literal kiss. He looked up at his father and the two shared a short laugh, then he looked back at his father's penis and took it all into his mouth at once.
Don's heart nearly exploded out of his chest. The entire time Moises was kissing Angel he was chanting to himself in his head 'suck his dick, suck his dick, oh please, pleaaase suck his dick' so when he finally saw Moises take his father into his mouth, he could have died right there from excitement. He leaned in and watched wide-eyed as Moises used all the skills he obtained since their first sexual encounter on his own father. He shoved his hand down into his briefs and vigorously began to masturbate. He was witnessing the single hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life and he wasn't going to squander his chance.
Moises happily sucked his father's cock as he played with his own inside his briefs. It was an activity the two often engaged in but he always loved being naughty with his father. He reached up with his free hand and rubbed Angel's low hanging balls, making the older panda moan in pleasure.
"Moises, you have gotten so good at that, all those private lessons with your teacher have really paid off." He looked down at Don, who had suddenly frozen up in fear, then gave him a knowing wink.
With that wink Don understood he was caught, but not in trouble. He felt an immense weight lift from his shoulders, knowing he didn't have to be secretive with Moises anymore. He went back to quickly stroking himself as he watched Moises suck his dad.
"Nnngh hold on bud, I know you like it in your mouth, but I wanna show your teacher how much fun we really have." He grinned down at Moises.
"Really?! Ok Daddy!!!" Moises jumped up and laid on his back across the couch, pulling his legs up close to his chest while also yanking the bottom of his briefs aside, letting his little sac slip out and exposing his taint and hole."
"O-oh god what's happening?" Don asked, dumbstruck with his cock aching for release. He watched as Angel walked towards Moises while stroking his big rod. He placed it against Moises' wanting hole and with little ceremony he pushed right into his son. Moises squealed out in delight as his father penetrated him deeply, and Angel in-turn moaned out dominantly. Don couldn't believe his eyes, his secret lover was also actively engaged in a sexual relationship with his own father! He wondered how long this had been going on for as he vigorously jacked himself off.
Moises moaned out in increasing fervor as he let his father pound his ass. He knew his father loved it when he moaned so he was always sure to express his pleasure vocally. Whenever he did he was always rewarded with faster and harder thrusting. He was in bliss, for so long he had wanted to do naughty things with both his dad and Don and now he was finally getting to fulfill that. He looked over at Don and sure enough the cat seemed to be greatly enjoying the show they were putting on, his hand was down inside his new briefs and was vigorously working his shaft.
"You seem to be enjoying the show there Don." Angel grinned.
"I-Its not every day you get to see a father have sex with his son." Don blushed.
"Hm, I suppose I am being a little rude aren't I? I have plenty of time to tease you with my son, right now it should be all about you birthday boy." At that Angel leaned over Moises more and reached back to pull the back of his briefs aside, exposing his tailhole. "Come over here and show me what you got stud."
Don couldn't believe Angel's request, but as he stared at the tight ring of pink flesh that was being exposed to him he found it harder and harder to resist. Ready to give in to his lustful needs he trotted forwards and tugged the front of his briefs aside letting his rigid cock finally flop free. He walked behind Angel and quickly placed his leaking cock to his hole. He traced Angel's opening a bit to slicken it up with the copious amounts of pre he was producing.
"Mmm, it's been some time since I've felt a man back there." Angel cooed out in a low sexually charged tone. He looked down at Moises. "Now I'm gonna see what you've been enjoying these past months."
Unable to hold back anymore, Don began to press the head of his cock against the tight wanting hole of his lover's father. With very little effort it slipped in, evicting a grunt from Angel. He slowly pushed further in until his balls bounced gently against Angel's. Once hilted he let all of his sexual frustration that had accumulated over the past couple of days loose. He slid out about three fourths of the way and slammed back in, moaning out Angel's name as he did. He gripped Angel's waist as he settled into his quick pace.
"Oooph, I can s-see why you like spending private time with him." Angel joked to his son. He leaned over Moises more so Don could have an easier time in pounding him, loving the feeling of the Puma's balls slapping against his dominantly. Being stimulated on both ends now he felt his climax growing ever closer. He dove as deep into Moises as he could with each thrust, craving to unleash into him. Between Moises' tight, warm, velvety insides and his prostate constantly being ground against, he couldn't hold back any more. He rammed as deep inside of Moises as he could get and unleashed a torrent cum.
Feeling Angel's hole clench from his orgasm, Don was pushed over the edge as well and continued to thrust even as he filled Angel with his aching seed, causing it to splatter a bit over the panda's furry cheeks. When the stimulation was too much he pulled out and bathed in the afterglow of his release.
Once Don was out of him, Angel stepped back and slipped out of Moises as well, admiring the work he did on his son's hole as he stepped back. Moises himself was still slightly drunk in pleasure as he squirmed on the couch. Angel put an arm around Don and smiled.
"That felt great Don, but I don't think my ass is the one you really want is it?" He squeezed the cat's butt as they both stared at Moises' flexing hole. "Moises, get up, we're gonna switch things up."
Don watched as Moises energetically sprung up from the couch, his little cock bouncing around as he did. The boy stood next to Don now and the two lovers watched as Angel leaned against the couch and wagged his now slightly cummy briefs at the two.
"Come here and show your daddy that you know how to use that little thing!" As Angel spoke he reached back and ripped the back of his briefs wide open, practically leaving only the front of them intact. The two were greeted by the sight of his hole that was still dripping with Don's seed.
Moises couldn't believe his father was going to allow him to pound his butt for a change. He was going to ask if he was really sure, but the sound and sight of his father's ripped briefs he lustfully ran up and right into his father for the first time. He was still stretched out from Don so it was an easy fit.
Don grinned and licked his lips as he watched Moises thrust his hips into his father, his brief-covered butt flexing under the tight material as he pounded away. The puma couldn't just stand by with such a supple ass gyrating away. Filled with renewed sexual vigor he walked up to Moises and grabbed the back of his briefs and yanked them apart until they ripped in a similar fashion to his father's. Once the boy's hole was exposed he aligned his tip to it and more than easily pushed in. He was so loose from his father's big thick cock but still felt amazing to Don. He quickly and roughly bucked into the boy making him let out some cute moans and squeals that come with fucking and being fucked at the same time.
Because of their height difference he was able to look down past the young panda's belly at his young hard cock slamming into his father's hole.
"Mmmph how's it feel to fuck your daddy Moises?" Don sensually whispered into the boy's ear as he vigorously pounded his hole.
"A-aaaugh it feels so gooooood!!!" Moises cried out as he was pleasured on both ends. He had no idea such pleasure existed. As he thrust into his dad Don was pulled out a little, and conversely when he pulled out of his dad he made Don sink deeper into him.
Angel just relaxed against the couch and let his tongue hang out slightly as he took his second cock for the evening. Ever since he started messing around with his son he wanted to offer himself to him, but he wanted to make that first time special. He couldn't think of anything more special than letting him fuck his father in a beautiful beach house while he also got railed by his lover. He looked back at the two behind him and smiled warmly when he saw his son making out with Don. He clenched tightly to make Moises moan so he could see their tongues dancing between their lips.
Don didn't want the night to end, he just wanted to be able to fuck Moises, and even his father, like this forever. As he felt his second orgasm approaching he knew it wouldn't though, so he had to make it as special as he could. He reached down and groped one of Moises' cheeks as he stopped kissing him then dropped his head and gently nibbled and bit Moises' neck.
"I'm gonna cum so deep inside you, you sexy boy." He mumbled to Moises with a mouthful of his fur. The boy bucked harder and also clenched harder from being bitten. "You're so sexy Moises, I wanna see you cum in your daddy. Fill him up for me."
Moises couldn't take the sexy talk Don was whispering to him with everything else going on too. He threw his head back in total unrelenting pleasure as he shoved as deep into his father as he could and unleashed the largest torrent of cum he'd ever produced.
Moises' orgasm made the boy's hole clench as a reaction and it was that extra tightness that pushed Don over the edge. He began to cum mid thrust and didn't stop thrusting as deep and hard as he could until every last drop was squeezed out of him. He released Moises' neck scruff and gasped for air.
"Wow, you boys didn't even give me a chance to cum." Angel chuckled heartily.
"Aww I'm sorry Daddy!" Moises giggled and looked at Don. "Lets make him cum together! Sit down dad!"
"Heh, I'm gonna have to send my friend the bill for cleaning this couch." Angel joked as he stood, making Moises slip out of him then flopped right back down onto the couch with his legs spread wide and his brief pouch tented tall. He watched his son and the puma get on all fours and shove their heads into his crotch. They both gripped loose parts of his briefs with their teeth then reeled back, fully ruining the briefs now.
"Things just keep getting hotter and hotter." Don said as he drooled at the sight of the older pandas massively hard rod.
Angel just laughed and put his hands behind both of their heads as they both began to lick his cock at the same time. The two took turns bobbing their heads up and down his shaft and licking his balls. He was still wound up from Moises fucking him, so it didn't take long for for him to erupt all over their faces.
"Mmmph, that's a good look for you two!" He smiled and patted the spots next to him. Moises sat next to him and Don on the other side of Moises. Don and Moises lovingly cuddled with each other as Angel kicked his feet up and bathed in the afterglow.
"Angel, I really have no words for how this trip has been. All I can say is thank you." The puma smiled at the older panda. Moises repositioned himself so he could lay across both of their laps, his head on Don and his legs on his dad.
"It was a pleasure Don, you make my son very happy, and for that, I have to thank you." He smiled back at Don and proceeded to play with Moises' still hard member, which encouraged the boy to play with Don's now soft but still exposed penis. The trio rested like that for a while until Moises finally broke the silence as he leapt up to his feet.
"That was so much fun!!! Can we do it again guys?!" His face was bright with excitement and vigor. The two adults looked at each other and laughed.
"What do you think Don? Wanna make a spitroast?" Angel spoke up and grinned at the puma.
"Do you even have to ask?" Don laughed as the three discarded whatever was left of the underwear they had on.
Yup, best birthday ever.
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The Perks O' Piracy by Levvy
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#1 of Pr0n Pirate Captain Ward is feared all across the Atlantic. But behind closed doors, he is the sweet lover of his first mate, Sammy Cobb. This short story explores a tender moment between a dominant lion and his sexy fox companion, as such, it is for mature audiences only. The following are
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"Anal",
"Blowjob",
"Canid",
"Canine",
"Consensual",
"Cum",
"Deep Thrust",
"Erection",
"Feline",
"Fingering",
"Fox",
"Fucking",
"Homosexual",
"Kissing",
"Lion",
"M/M",
"Naked",
"Nude",
"Oral",
"Penetration",
"Sex",
"Yiff"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150493-the-perks-o-piracy
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The Perks o' Piracy
"Richard!" Captain Ward growled, "Get yer slimey paws off the damned mizzen-line!"
"Aye! Sorry sir!" A rather drunk sea-dog clumsily stumbled along the stern of the Lady Blitz.
"'Nother bit o' bate like dat I'll 'ave you tossed o'erboard like bilge! By St. George I'll do it! Bing a waste, ye charm!"
The captain, a stern but handsome lion, steamed at his new crew. It hadn't been the first time that his poor Lady Blitz was cloyed by some churlish excuses for a pirate crew. Still, he was stuck. His last crew, lost to the sea in a hopeless gambit with a hurricane, would have to be replaced. Maybe it was the bouse, but all Captain Ward could scrounge were boot-halers and anglers from the inns and stews in every port through-and-through the great lands of England and Spain. It wasn't unusual for a pirate to be full of drink, but damn if that Richard bolled another sip of rum, the captain would have his arse for sure!
Unusually frazzled, Captain Ward nervously adjusted the straps across his red doublet and leather waistcoat. The paragon of pirate fashion, the captain prided himself in the rare pendants and impractical clothing items that he had procured. His tri-point hat, typical of a pirate captain, was pristine. His boots, black as the depths, embroidered with gold lacing and pewter buckles. Ever the showman, his luxurious coat fell to just above his boots, giving the impression that he was much larger, and fiercer, than he was. However, the coup de gras of this lethal outfit was the gold plated cutlass with an obisidian pommel, that decorated his hip. So terrible was this weapon, that Captain Ward had made navy generals shrink and grovel for their lives, just by the sight of it.
The captain took a breath and glanced about his ship. The sails billowed and snapped as they unfurled, each of the three masts creaking from the strain. The crew, still new to the sea, ran frantically from place to place in a rush. A fox, the London-born first mate, Mr. Sammy Cobb, busted his tail, whipping insults after orders, and orders after insults. The red of his bushy behind flashed across each plank of the quarter-deck, one after another, amidst screams of "Filthy dogs," and "Useless gecks!" All the time, Mr. Cobb's firey hands sat firmly atop the pommel of his cutlass, and the butt of his flintlock. He had piercing green eyes, rare for a fox, and terrifying for a crewman out-of-line. Like the wealthier men-of-fortune, he wore a simple linen shirt, canvas doublet fringed in violet, and long cotton pants that clung tightly to his legs. The rest of him was decked in a motley of colorful scarves and bandannas in reds, purples, and blues; a mocking tribute to the upper-classes in London. The captain admired his taste for clothing.
The Lady Blitz was never still with the first mate around. He hated layabouts, mostly because the captain hated layabouts. New crewmen had it the worst, a complaint from a lousy natural never went well with the captain, and so with Mr. Cobb. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that the captain repaid Sammy's loyalty.
Captain Ward licked his salty canines as his eyes followed the first mate. He watched the passion in his movements as he pierced the rabble with his orders and gallowing yells. Cobb was his pillicock. They'd been foining for a few days now, giving each other the potch. They knew the good lord looked down on it, but pirates were already condemned to the fires, why should they worry now? It wasn't holy for two men to make love, but what holiness had they anyways? They were passinate for one another, lavishing the freedom of piracy, the freedom to love.
The Lady Blitz was in full-sail now, and the Trade Winds were giving them just the push they needed. It was an old and weather-beaten ship, but it was a Ship 'O the Line, and nothing but the bloody hand of Christ could cast it to Davy Jones Locker! The captain was sure of that fact, and it was his faith in her splintered sides and torn sails that spared him the sopping fate of the former crew, whose bones likely lay scattered in the deeps, picked by fishes. If only they had trusted her like the captain did.
It was still early morning on the Atlantic, the journey to the New World was long, and not without its risks. But the time had come. The captain had earned his fair share of gold over the years, hiding it every few years in the Caribbean. Now that he had his treasure, he was ready to give up the helm. He was retiring, and he wanted Cobb with him. He wanted a quiet life, and a man to spend his riches on. He stood, watching the crew see to his ship, growing less worried by the minute. It was a good crew. They would have to do.
Gradually the bustle quieted down, and the Lady Blitz was silent. A steady breeze drove them westward, and the sun had risen well above the horizon. They were on their way. In just a few short months, Captain Ward would be laying-low on the beaches of the Caribbean islands, pockets full of gold. If all went well, Mr. Cobb would be laying beside him.
"Ahoy, Mr. Cobb!" Ward yelled down the deck, "Bing to my quarters, drink some black jack with me. The rest of ye, recreants" he paused, "Open up the rum!" The crew cheered and hollered, the first day of the voyage was on its way, and a good pirate never misses a chance to drink. The ship's cook, a burly bear, stepped up deck, a keg on his shoulder. But while the crew had their celebration, the captain had other ideas for the first mate and himself.
The first mate followed the captain back to the quarter-deck, and the captain's room. The captain produced a brass key from the leather belt around his waist, unbolted the heavy oak door, and yanked Mr. Cobb inside with him. Locking the door behind them, they rushed to the back of the cabin.
The cabin was large, big enough to fit a massive oak table, dressers, a huge bed, and a few chests for clothes as well as payment for the crew. At the back, behind the bed, three massive windows looked over the foamy sea, behind the Lady Blitz. They were positioned in such a way, that the horizon could be seen from any place in the cabin.
The marauders leapt onto the massive bed, scattering crimson sheets and animal furs around the floor. The captain pulled the fox underneath himself. The lion stared into the eyes of his lover, letting his paw caress the first mate's blushing cheek. He leaned forward, meeting muzzles, letting their tongues wander between them. The captain felt Sammy's much smaller paws explore his chest, digging through the layers of cloth and leather that bedecked him. Slowly, Ward slid his paws under Sammy's back. Then, in one solid movement, they switched places, the first mate now on top.
Excited, Sammy reached down to the captain's waist, undoing the pewter buckle of his belt. He slid down the captains thin trousers, unveiling Ward's hard feline cock. It was like the yard of a stallion! The fox slipped his paw under the captain's plump sack, before licking all along the nine inches of the rock-hard cutlass. Captain Ward squirmed, purring as his partner's mouth engulfed his musky member. The lion reached forward and grabbed behind the foxes head, feeling his cock pulse and grow ever harder. Then he stopped. Captain Ward looked up, confused.
"Cap'n," Sammy was looking at the captain, "If ye want this, I want somethin' from ye..." The captain smiled. Sammy sat back on his knees while the captain crawled towards him. Gently, Ward unbuckled the fox's pants, pulling them down below the fox's smaller, but hard cock. The fox kicked off the trousers and fell to his back, letting his thighs fall to the side. Ward grabbed Sammy by the thighs and pulled him closer, licking his lips. He lifted him up, staring lustily at his tight ass. The captain licked his finger, trailing a line of spittle off his lip. He reached down and nudged his finger between Sammy's ass-cheeks, circling his tight tail-hole. Ward felt the fox's tail swish back and forth, tickling his knees.
Sammy yipped as the captain pushed his finger inside his hole, pulling out a little, before easing back in. The captain pulled out his finger and spat in his paw, rubbing it all over his cock. He pulled the fox closer, his balls sitting against the canine's ass, shaft erect.
"I want it hard this time, not like the last ye nithing." Sammy choked, "Deeper." The lion smiled before slowly pressing his tip against his mate's hole, feeling it carefully stretch open. With a push, he edged his cock inside him. Sammy moaned, his eyes tightly shut.
"Ah! Ah! Aye, go in deep," he growled. The lion pushed in deeper, feeling his balls pushing against the fox's tail. Sammy grimaced as he took in all nine inches of the captains flintlock, feeling it pulse inside him. The lion bit his lip as he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. Sammy tensed and squirmed, lifting his legs while the lion wrapped his arms around his partner's waist.
Ward started thrusting, shoving his hard member deep inside the fox, feeling Sammy's boots rub against his side. While Ward rammed Sammy, he slowly started leaning further forwards, pulling the fox into a full embrace. Sammy felt his cock rub agains the captain's abs, making him moan and yip with each thrust. Their mouths met once more, and their heavy breaths mixed within the passionate dance of their tongues.
"Sam...ah...Sammy," the captain said between gasps, "I'm...ah." Sammy knew what was coming, and just as he felt the cat unload his pistol inside him, his own throbbing member shot his salty foam onto the captain's navel. They gasped together, the cat feeling his balls squeeze his load into the fox, while Sammy moaned with the throbbing of the cock inside him.
Exhausted, the lion pulled out, falling beside his partner. They met muzzles once more, before the captain wrapped his furry arms around his partner. They laid a moment, watching the white sea-foam roll out in the ship's wake. It must have been about noon.
"Mr. Cobb..."
"Aye, Cap'n?"
"Retire with me."
"Aye Cap'n."
|
Good Friends Part Three by Jenaka_d
|
#2 of Good Friends Gay~ - Good Friends Part Three I'm still sorry. 4:15 PM Friday, November 10th. It was a beautiful fall evening. School had just ended and James could not focus on anything but Joey. James needed to talk to him. He found himself yearning for Joey's affection. He decided to call
|
[
"Gay",
"Relationships"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148287-good-friends-part-three
|
Good Friends
Part Three
I'm still sorry.
4:15 PM Friday, November 10th.
It was a beautiful fall evening. School had just ended and James could not
focus on anything but Joey. James needed to talk to him. He found himself
yearning for Joey's affection. He decided to call him, but Joey's phone went
straight to voicemail every time. James remembered that earlier Joey had told
him about seeing his girlfriend after school. The thought of her with Joey
sickened him.
Later James crashed down on his bed and began to think. He thought of
what she would wear, how she would act around him, how she had no idea who
Joey really was. James had known Joey for so long.. He knew everything about
him from the dreams he has, to the dreams he's lost. He knew more about him
than that girl, and yet she was the one who got to look into those blue eyes now.
Suddenly the thought came to him. Was Joey thinking about him now?
Was he unconsciously day dreaming about James, instead of his girlfriend? Did
he forget to pay attention to the things she was saying, because he was thinking
about the first time they kissed. More importantly, was he still denying the
feelings he felt for him? James swore. This tore him up inside.
James stayed in bed for the most of his afternoon. He drifted into a brief
sleep. For a moment he thought he might have been dreaming. Colors hazed in
front of him. He woke up gasping. He missed him. James began to cry. He was
trying so hard to keep his emotions in, to be strong like he's supposed to be. He
couldn't do this any longer.
10:23 PM Friday, November 11th.Joey was sitting on the couch with his girlfriend of only three days,Franie.
They were watching T.V. She was a nice girl, but he couldn't seem to look straight
at her. She told him it was about time to go home. Franie hugged him and left.
Joey lied down. With everything going on he only wanted to rest. He
thought to himself, I can do it. I can forget him and we can be best friends. Just like nothing
ever happened.
"Hey, um Peter?" Joey's mom asked. Joey looked up.
"Yeah, what?" Joey got up slowly.
"Your friend James is here.." She said. "He wants to talk with you, he says it's
urgent."
Joey got up reluctantly. He was not looking forward to a serious
conversation again. He just wanted to relax and forget all his feelings, but he
went outside anyway. It was freezing outside and of course James was only
wearing a sweatshirt and shorts. Looking as cute as ever.
"Dude.. Come on.. Get inside, you look freezing." Joey told James.
They went inside and up to Joey's bedroom. Joey shut the door behind
them and locked it. James looked at him slightly confused.
"Hey.. I've been wanting to ta--" Joey shut him up by pinning him against the
door. James knew he couldn't control himself so he gave in.
Joey began violently kissing him. They grew breathless. Each movement
was perfect and starved. James put his arms around Joey's waist. His nails dug
into Joey's back."I..can't." James began to say. "I..we..shouldn't." He tried to speak in between
kisses.
James wanted this just as bad as Joey did, but it didn't feel right. Joey's
hands moved lower as he pushed himself against James. James couldn't stop
himself from enjoying this sensation. Joey began kissing his neck rapidly. He bit
him gently. James muttered under his breath that he wanted him.
Joey touched his hips gently. He slowed down. Joey didn't want to go too
far with James.
"You can't have me, James." Joey whispered. He smirked.
"Don't tease me, Peter." James smiled back.
They kissed once more before there was a soft knock on the door. "Hey,
Peter?" Joey's mom asked kindly. "Does your friend wanna spend the night
here?" Joey tensed and opened the door.
"Yeah, okay mom." Joey responded. Although their faces were still red, she did
not seem to notice.
They went out of the room to get some sodas. Joey smirked at James and
joked with him. James barely talked he was blushing so much. When they went
back up to the room. James was half expecting Joey to pin him again.
Joey lied down on the floor. "I'm exhausted." He stared at the ceiling.
James didn't blame him. James sat down next to him. It was quiet, only the
sound of the autumn wind remained. They held hands and everything stayed that
way for a while. Joey always said he would forget him, but he could never stop
loving those piercing blue eyes.
James leaned down an sweetly kissed Joey. They smiled at each other.
"Do you love me?" James said abruptly. Joey sat up quickly."James..I don't even know." Joey was confused. "I don't know how to love a boy..
I don't even love myself.." Joey's eyes fell to his hands.
"Joey.. You're amazing. Don't ever say that about yourself.." James
touched Joey's face. "I love you." James whispered.
"You do?" Joey glanced at James. His face reddened.
"Of course I do!" James grabbed Joey's face and kissed him again.
Joey pulled James on top of him, giggling. They smiled at each other. The
smiles faded as they kissed again. Joey bit his lip and pulled James in. The
subtle sound of kissing filled the room.
Butterflies filled James's stomach. He kissed Joey's neck and whispered
sweet things to Joey. James memorized every curve of Joey's body, he was
perfect. They kissed more intensely. Joey pulled back slowly.
"I don't want to take this too far, James." Joey searched James's face. The world
felt empty in that moment. Just him and James.
"I understand, dude." James got off of him and lied back on the floor. "Do
you ever think about why we are like this?" James pondered.
"I'm tired." Joey got up and went to bed, ignoring the question.
The night was growing and they both were already tired enough. They got
in bed and soon fell asleep.
4:33 AM Saturday, November 12th.
Joey woke up with a start, he immediately reached for James in fear that
he might be gone. He found his gentle sleeping face. Joey yawned and lied back
down. He was glad James was with him. He wrapped his arms around him andkissed his forehead. He seemed so precious in Joey's blanket. Joey didn't want
to forget that moment.
9:33 AM Saturday, November 12th.
James kissed Joey's sleeping lips. Joey looked up at him sleepily. They
kissed again. Joey felt so loved in that moment. They cuddled until they decided
to get up.
10:02 PM Monday, November 13th. //Mrs. Oakerson's Class//
Joey groaned loudly with boredom; he hated this class. He looked around
and there was James. James tried to jump over a desk and knocked over a few
baskets of whiteboard stuff onto the floor. This wasn't the first time. Of course
Joey laughed hysterically at James's plunder.
"Dude, have a nice trip?" Joey laughed.
"Yeah, shut up Peter." James blushed as he got back up.
Joey sat back in his seat. He could overhear some weirdo girls talking
about something.
"--Yeah, but he's totally a bottom." Said Jenaka
"TOP! YOU FAGGOT!" Shelby did the splits. Jenaka slowly agreed.
"But...he wants it in his a--" Jenaka began to say.
"YOU GUYS ARE SO GAY." Joey interrupted.
"Dude, you have no room to talk." James snickered."I'm not gay, James!" Joey replied.
"That's not what you said last night." James remarked.
"I SHIP IT." Jenaka and Shelby said simultaneously. They stared at each other
making weird faces and wiggling their eyebrows wildly.
The bell rang and everyone scrambled to get into their seat.
10:33 PM Monday, November 13th. //Mrs. Oakerson's Class//
This dumb class will soon be over, thought Joey. He glanced at James. Gosh
I'm so freaking bored.. Because of his sudden boredom, Joey pulled a rubber
band out of his pocket and a neatly folded wad of paper. Then he formed a
slingshot and promptly shot James in the face.
James was not amused and neither was mean old Mrs. Oakerson. She
warned Joey once before continuing to read 'The Outsiders'. The bell rang before
she could finish the sentence. Everyone ran out of the classroom eager for lunch.
"Ugh. I'm so hungry I could eat anything." Said James to Joey.
"What about me?" Joey flexed. They broke into laughter.
"Definitely." James went red. He wished they could be cute like this all the time.
He knew no one, other than the weirdest girls Jenaka and Shelby, would support
his love for Joey. He sighed, wishing to hold Joey's hand again.
7:35 PM Saturday, November 18th.\\Joeys bedroom.(\~???)\~\~? ? .??
James was once again being heavily teased by Joey. Joey stood in the
doorway of the room only wearing a pair of camo boxer briefs. James's face
|
Journey: Chapter Five by Valt
|
Leif had been silent ever since he made the decent into the Forrest below. His mind was swirling with the horrible realisation of how useless he truly was. He brought nothing to the table! Yes he was a gifted Tempori, but those abilities weren't under his control. The three didn't even know which
|
[
"Dragon",
"Feral",
"Fox",
"Lioness",
"Magic",
"No-Yiff",
"Rhino",
"Violence",
"Wolf"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1144469-journey-chapter-five
|
Leif had been silent ever since he made the decent into the Forrest below. His mind was swirling with the horrible realisation of how useless he truly was. He brought nothing to the table! Yes he was a gifted Tempori, but those abilities weren't under his control.
The three didn't even know which season he was born in. So far he had shown talents under both summer and winter.
Kiro had heard things before in his travels. He had heard word of an all powerful being in this universe. One that could use both Mind and Body abilities, one that was supposed to keep the world in the balance of good and evil.
But that couldn't be Leif! He was far to small, far to young and he had no control over any ability he could use. Leif looked like the kind of person you would see in a dark alley and go in to mug him. He was not 'all powerful being' material.
All though... He has proven to have mighty power in him.
Leif sighed as he looked down at his paws as he walked, wondering if he had truly used lightning as the Dragon and Tiger told him. He knew his mother had told him he was born in the winter, and she wasn't a stupid person. She would remember giving birth to her second son.
He sighed as he slowed down to a complete stop as he looked around, turning to the tree to his right and looked at the large pine tree.
"What are you doing Leif?" Chris asked, padding up behind the fox and looked over at the tree he was dazed looking at. "What is he doing?" Chris asked looking over at Kiro,
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Kiro asked, moving over to the other side of Leif. "are you alright?" he grumbled, Leif seeming to be ignoring the two as he slowly rose his paw, the two looking over in confusion as the Fox's arm began to strain.
Leif grunted over and over as he tried to shoot any small amount of lightening from his paw. Whimpering as nothing, not even a spark fired from his out reached paw.
"Leif what are you doing?" Kiro asked, the fox growling as the Drake interrupted him.
"I'm trying to not be useless Kiro, for fuck sake." He growled, turning on his heals and pushing past the Drake. His anger seeming to get the better of him,
"What do you mean trying not be useless?" Kiro called after him, "You're the reason we are alive!"
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Leif yelled back, "I have no idea what the fuck I did, and I don't even know if I will be able to do it again if we need me to."
"Buddy, we will cross that bridge if we come to it alright?" Chris said trying to calm the fox down.
"And what if I can't! Huh? And what if that results in Kiro getting an arrow through his head, or you a sword in your gut?" Leif growled, his frustration in himself making him pace around the road.
"Look Leif," Kiro said, walking forward to place a paw on his shoulder, "your being sill.."
"No I'm not!" The Fox screamed out, his paw slapping Kiro's large paw away from him, and to the surprise of all, a large bolt of energy firing right into the drakes chest.
"Oof!" Kiro yelped, the wind getting knocked out of him as he was fired across the road. Leif whimpered as he watched the Drake land with a crunch over on the other side of the road. Leif ran over to the Drake, who was laying back up just off the side of the path.
"Kiro!?" Leif yelled out, knelling next to the Drake who just groaned in pain. "Are you alright?" Leif asked, "I-Im so sorry, I don't know what happened!"
"Why do I get the blast!" Kiro groaned out, rolling over onto his back, "Why couldn't you fire it at the Rhino?"
"Hey!" Chris whined,
"I didn't mean to do it Kiro!" Leif whined, yelping as the drakes large seeping hole in his shoulder came into view. Bits of his scales scattered around everywhere and a chunk of his flesh was hanging off his shoulder. Leif had to hold in his sickness as he saw the dragons bone covering in a pool of blood. "Oh fuck!" Leif whined.
"What?" Kiro asked in a dazed state of shock.
"Nothing! Nothing." Leif said with a smile of utter terror was forced onto his lips. "Hey um Chris, do you have anything absorbent at all?" Leif asked with a smile,
"Me?" the Rhino asked "Um, not really Leif." he said, the fox growling at himself as he found himself now being more of a pain then help. His paws were now resting on the wound, his paws over one another as he put pressure on the wound and whimpered.
"I'm so sorry Kiro." Leif whined,
"Oh stop bitching." He growled tiredly. "J-Just get s-som..." He mumbled, his wards trailing off as blood continued to pour from his wound.
"Kiro! Dont you dare pass out on me!" Leif whimpered, not even realising as his paws began to burn up. He looked around, trying to find anything around them that he could use to wrap this wound, but nothing of use was around.
Leif looked down at the injury, before he looked up at Kiros face. His eyes were shut and his chest wasn't moving.
"Kiro you stupid filth open your eyes!" Kiro yelled just before Leif's paws burst out in a bright glow of gold. Leif watched as his paws encased themselves in a golden glow and rising in temperature as hot as fire. He watched the blood running down his scales stop, and the flesh that hung off his shoulder move back into its place. The bits of muscle and tissue began to reattach itself and the fallen scales coming from the ground to reattach themselves to the drakes body.
the Drakes eye began to slowly open as Leif's paws dimmed down, the drake waiting no time in growling as he sat himself up, his forehead pressed against the Fox's who just watched as he went from passed out to pissed off in a matter of seconds.
"What did you just call me whore?" He growled his green eyes enraged as he store the Fox down. His lip quivering as he looked up at the drake and whimpered as his growled seemed to rumble through to Leif's core. The two animals store into each others eyes, Chris watching and waiting for somebody to move, or do something. He watched as Kiro's lips gently curled over as the large being began to chuckle.
The previously terrified Fox was now an extremely confused animal as the Large Dragon began to laugh, the Drake grabbing at his belly as a hearty laugh just seemed to come from nowhere. Leif couldn't help but begin to giggle as the Drake acted just so out of character.
Kiro was not one to laugh at anything, he barely even smiled! So as to why he was pissing himself laughing on the ground after coming back from the dead was unknown to the two others, but it sure was hilarious to the Fox.
Leif and the Drake were soon rolling in tears on the floor, none of them knew why, but the two really didn't even seem to care. Chris was confused, as he just stood there watching the two laugh before him. He just kinda sighed as he let them do their thing, getting a little impatiant as it began to drag on. But who gave a fuck what Chris thought?
"D-Did I die?" Kiro asked, trying to breath through his laughter,
"Yeah!" Leif giggled, "I shot you with lightening, I don't even know how!"
"Hey um... Guys." Chris said trying to intervene.
"How... How am I here?" Kiro laughed, his stomach now seeming to ache as he rolled gently on the floor.
"I healed you!" Leif laughed, "Again, don't know how!"
"Oookaaay guy... guys seriously!" Chris said again, his voice desperate.
"Well thanks whore!" Kiro laughed,
"No problem stupid filth!" Leif laughed back,
"Hey ass holes!" Chris yelled out, the two now deciding to looking over at the Rhino now; both with the intentions of telling him to shove his attitude up his ass... but the sight they found brought their laughing to a very quick halt.
Leif and Kiro slowly stood themselves up, being sure not to make any sudden movements as the large pack of feral hunter wolves had made there advance on their smaller pack.
These weren't your regular wolves, Kiro would have just brushed them off easy. These were four times the size of a regular wolf. Their claws and fangs sharper, their senses keener, and their attacks much more deadlier.
"They must have smelt my blood." Kiro whispered, his paw slowly moving to his blade, halting as the large white Lupine before them barked a snarl in warning. Kiros jaw clenched in frustration.
The three anthro's watched before them as the four large Lupines had their tails up, fangs bared and a deep menacing growl to make them seem even more intimidating.
"What do we do?" Leif asked, his eyes wandering over the four large dogs. The large white on in front obviously the alpha male, he stood at the peak of the four. His eyes looking directly at Kiro. The green and piercing blue eyes locked with each other as one alpha faced the other.
Leif shook gently as he looked over the other animals. His eyes looking over the black furred wolf standing just beside the white. His focus was on the Dragon like his alpha. Leifs eyes gently studying him, finding it almost like the Lupine was protecting the white one. If not protecting he was the back up.
The two other Lupines stood on either side of the alpha and grey wolf. A black and white spotted wolf had his focus dead on Leif, his chest was down and his eyes wide open. It freaked Leif out a little just how silent the dog was. He was like one of those creepy silent guys who showed no emotion even as they stabbed or murdered their victim.
Leif wasn't sure if he lucky or unlucky with the choice of Lupine attackers. Chris stood nearly a meter away from a Lupine who was not only growling, but was sporting quite the large red rocket. It seemed the Lupine was one to kill then mate with his prey. Weather he ate it or not Leif wasn't sure about but he certainly seemed excited.
Leif whimpered as he looked over at Kiro and Chris, wondering and preying they would be able to do anything. Throw a dagger or two, hell even if they just backed away and see if that worked. He couldn't do anything!
Kiro's eyes were dead on the White wolfs. He had the other three Lupines in his peripheral in case they weren't the entire pack. He knew these beasts could move fast, but he wondered just how fast. At the moment it seemed like they were dead if they didn't do anything, and dead if they tried anything... Kiro looking over to his employer, looking at him to try and see if magic was on their side this time. But as the little fox shook his head, the dragon began to fear the worst.
"Well we had a good run." Chris chuckled, making Kiro wonder if the four beasts would be satisfied with some Rhino meat in return for his and Leif's safety.
"Can you seriously shut up?" Kiro growled gently,
"Well figure out a way for us to get out of this situation then." Chris growled, Leif looking over at the beasts. The alphas growling had stopped and his head cocked to the side as he watched the two anthro's growling at each other.
"I am fucking trying but you telling me that we have 'had a good run', is not helping and its not helping the quest either you stupid fool!" Kiro growled, turning to stare the Rhino right in the eyes.
"Well being honest with myself is going to make death a little easier then lying to myself!" Chris spat out at the Drake.
"We are going to get out of here you stupid fool, and once we are out I'm breaking your fucking jaw!" Kiro growled lightly,
"Hey guys!" Leif called out, The two far too wound up in anger to even notice.
"You are such a jerk sometimes Kiro! You think just because your bigger and you know how to throw around a sword that makes you better then everybody. Well let me tell you, it doesn't make you better then the filth I brush off my feet at night." Chris growled into the Dragons face, his green eyes staring daggers into him.
"You IGNORANT CU..."
"HEY!" Leif yelled out the twos head shooting over to the fox, who was currently in the process of rubbing his paws up and down the large white dogs belly, his leg kicking happily while he panted in content.
The two large males watched Leif laugh as the grey wolf came up to give his cheek a happy lick. Leif took his paws off the white wolfs stomach to reach over to slowly run his paws up the grey black wolfs muzzle. Smiling up at the dog with kindness as the dog sniffed at him. "They are most friendly." Leif giggled,
Kiro and Chris both clearing there throats and walking forward. The wolves padding over to softly sniff at the Dragon and Rhino. The two of them smiling as best they could while giving the animals pets and rubs.
"I guess not everything in this forest is dangerous." Leif said with a smile, the Black dog giving his cheek another soft lick as his large tail wagged behind him.
"Every person I spoke to about these wolves told me they were the most dangerous creatures of the wild and that you should take them out at the throat. H-How did you get them to play friendly?" Kiro asked,
"I walked up to them and let the Alpha sniff my paw, Then when he was satisfied I gave his muzzle a soft rub which led to him laying down and getting his belly scratched." Leif explained, laughing as he was knocked onto his rear as the White dog nuzzled against him. Leif now found himself laying down and rubbing the Large dogs large snout. "You breath is ghastly! Yes it is! Yes it is!" Leif said to the dog, his ears perking up as he tilted his head. Leif squealing as he found the beast just adorable! "I want one!"
"Do you have any idea how much that thing would need in meat?" Chris asked, Leif whining and pouting as the Rhino proved a good point.
"Well These animals are actually very self efficient." Kiro said with a chuckle, Rubbing the Greys wolf behind his ear with a soft chuckle, "They will go find there own meals, they will stay with a person, but they don't see themselves as their owner. There was a rare case where a wolf imprinted on a woman a few seasons back. The dog needs to fuck her every day."
"Well isn't that just lovely?" Chris asked, rubbing the spotted dog softly on his head, the Dog panting gently as he enjoyed the attention.
"That Dog has really come to like you Leif." Kiro chuckled, looking over to find the Fox sitting and laughing as his body was saturated in dog saliva.
"Sure it isn't getting a taste for him?" Chris asked, the white dog then panting softly as he nuzzled into the fox again.
"well boys I think we should be on our way." Kiro sighed,
"What?" Leif said, looking over and whimpering, "No\~\*" He whined, yelping in surprise as the dog scooped the Fox onto his muzzle and stood up, Leif laughing, as he quickly turned himself around and scurried down the Wolf's body. "I don't think he's going to let me." Leif explained,
Kiro just sighed and shook his head.
"Well I guess we have another friend tagging along then." He growled,
"Yay!" Leif called out, rubbing the Wolfs ear softly. "I am going to call you... Fang!" he said with a smile.
"Kind of boring don't you think?" Chris asked,
"Are you sitting on top of a large white beast?" Leif asked the Rhino who shook his head, "right, then I will name him whatever I wish."
"Yes you will." Kiro laughed, padding up to Fang and giving the side of his body a soft pet, reaching up to give Leif's foot a little nudge.
"You secure up there?" He asked,
"I believe so." Leif said with a smile. Kiro giving the small creature a little nod, a small smile on his lips as he did.
"So shall we continue on?" Chris asked,
"I think that would be grand." Leif said, Giving fangs body a soft pat.
"Alright then, lets move." Kiro agreed,
"Wait, what about the other wolves?" Leif asked, "are they just going to tag along?"
"Huh?" Kiro asked, looking up at Leif with a very confused look,
"Oh are we tagging along boss?" Came an unfamiliar voice, Leifs ears perked on his head as he began to search around for the sudden voice.
"No Ke'old, You will not be coming with us. You are the alpha now." Came yet another voice, but Leif didn't need to search for the new voice. The vibrations coming from the chest his legs were wrapped around told him who spoke.
Leif looked down at the white wolf below him, looking confused and also quite scared.
"Y-You talk?" Leif asked,
"Leif stop whimpering, what are you even saying?" Kiro asked, Fangs ears flicking up as he heard the dragons words. He looked over to the anthro on his back with an impressed look on his maw.
"Little Anthro," he started, dumbfounded as to how this little child was communicating with him. "You speak our language?" He asked.
Leif wasn't completely sure as to what the hell was going on. All he knew, was that suddenly the large dog was talking to him, and he could understand what he was saying, what was worse was he could talk back.. and they understood him.
"I-I guess I do..." Leif whimpered,
"That is incredible." Fang said astonished, "I have never met an anthro that could speak our language; but then again. I have never met an anthro I hadn't had to kill before ha-ha!" Fang laughed, his tail gently wagging behind him as his new friend talked to him.
Leif (out of nervous) gave a small laugh sounding more terrified then amused. "Oh, do not fear little one. I, nor my pack have any intentions of hurting you or your pack!"
Leif nodded his head, looking over towards Kiro, both he and Chris were looking at him with a state of bewilderment.
"Are you talking to your animal?" Chris asked,
"I ah.. I think I am." Leif said with a state of worry,
"How the fuck are you doing that?" Kiro asked,
"How the fuck did I see through the eyes of the enemy?" Leif asked back, the dragon rolling his eyes to agree with the fox it was a stupid question.
"Ke'old, Strave, Deathorn. You are you're own pack now. It has been an honour leading you." Fang said sternly, his posture going strong as he addressed his now ex pack.
"And it's been an honour following you Serreth." The three Wolfs said back, all standing strong like their once Alpha.
"May the Moon grant you passage to paradise." Serreth said with a small nod to his head.
"And may we meet there again." The Wolves said with a low bow of their chests.
"Now be gone!" The White wolf barked, before the three wolves turned and ran back into the wild. Their speed unimaginable to Leif, watching as they ran away from the group until finally they disappeared into the Jungle.
"What the fuck just happened?" Chris asked, looking at the drake and Fox who still found themselves watching the Forrest.
"Serreth just let his pack go, the grey one is now the alpha." Leif said with a soft pat to the wolfs back,
"Serreth?" Kiro asked,
"Oh um, Fang." Leif corrected himself.
"Fang?" The wolf asked, looking up at the Anthro.
"Its a usual name with give Lupines in our world." Leif said defensively, "But I can stick to Serreth if you don't like it."
"Serreth if you please young Anthro." The wolf asked, "Is there a name you go by?"
"I am Leif," The fox introduced himself, "The Dragon is Kiro, he is here to help me get to summerston. He is here for my protection. And that is Chris, one of the royal guards. He is here to watch me and make sure I do as the king tells me to do." Leif said with a dull tone.
"You sound like you do not like that one Leif," Serreth stated, looking over at the Rhino. Chris smiled and gave a small wave at the beast. "Shall I kill him for you?"
Leif gently snorted a laugh, raising his paw to his maw and shaking his head
"N-No Serreth, If he dies then I will be held responsible." Leif giggled,
"What!?" Chris asked, his face going from kind to fearful in a matter of seconds.
"Never mind." Leif said with a smile on his face.
"I think I like this wolf." Kiro laughed, gently giving his hind leg a gently rub.
"Kiro likes you." Leif said giving Serreths ear a soft rub.
"Gods divine Leif," The wolf moaned, his head pushing into the small paw of the fox, "You know how to scratch an ear!" The wolf was panting happily as his leg and ear got scratched, his tail gently wagging winding Kiro with each hard slam it gave to his back.
"Shall we actually head off now?" Leif asked, leaning back onto his Lupines back.
"I think we should indeed." Chris agreed, turning on his heals to begin walking back down the track.
"So what brings you all out here Leif?" Serreth asked, padding slowly in the direction of Chris.
"My family was taken due to me being... Different. Um, so I have to go pay a bounty and collect my Mother, Father and Brother." Leif explained,
"What makes you different small one?" The wolf asked,
"I have powers Serreth, I can do some amazing things when my powers let me." Leif said with a sigh,
"Like a god?" Serreth asked,
"No Serreth not like a god." Leif giggled,
"What's funny?" Kiro asked,
"Oh I told Serreth I was powerful, and he called me a god." Leif explained,
"Ha!" Kiro laughed loudly, "Nowhere near." He chuckled, Leif just rolled his eyes.
"Oh Young Leif." Serreth asked, "Do you have another member of your group catching up?"
Leif looked down at the Wolf with confusion, he gently shook his head to the large dog.
"No we aren't." Leif said confused, having to then grip the dogs neck very tightly as he turned himself around.
Kiro and Chris both stopped as he heard the small being yelp out,
"What? What is it?" Kiro asked,
"Serreth smells somebody." Leif said gently, staying low on the large beast as he was told.
"Where does he smell them?" Chris asked, Leaving a moment for Leif to ask his Lupine the question.
"Sh-She's behind that tree." Leif said, raising his finger to point at the large oak standing not thirty meters away.
"We know you're there female!" Kiro yelled out, "Come out now and give yourself up!"
The Four beings were silent as they all watched the tree. Leif every so often looking behind them to see if it was trap.
"Come on!" Chris yelled, "We haven't got all day."
"If I come out," The females voice asked, Leifs ears perking as the voice seemed familiar. "Am I going to be welcomed with dog fangs?"
"N-Not if you're Friendly!" Leif yelled out, Kiro looking up at the fox with a glare.
"You don't tell her that." He grumbled, "She needs to know that shes in more danger then we are."
"I-I think I know her." Leif said, "Serreth, down." Leif asked of the Lupine,
"Sorry Little Leif. You're paws only touch the ground when I know its safe." The lupine gently growled,
Leif just sighed, gently petting the large beast in thanks for keeping him safe.
"Give me your word your dog wont just jump out at me!" The female yelled back,
"The beast will only attack you if you give him a reason to!" Chris called out, "The wolf as well!"
Kiro rolled his eyes, not having time to deal with Chris's bullshit right now.
"Just come out and tell us why you are following us!" Kiro added.
"I follow for a friend," The voice called out, "not for the king. He is sitting on top of the Wolf and I followed to make sure he was alright!" The Voice called out, Before a large Glaive gently slid down from behind the tree. Leifs eyes lit up a little as he remembered that weapon all to well.
Kandi then slowly moved out from the protection of the large oak. Kiro noted the golden armour around her chest, and growled a little.
"Did your general send you?" Kiro growled,
"I told you already," Kandi said padding slowly towards the group. "I am here to make sure Leif is alright."
"What are you doing here?" leif asked, gently sliding off to the right of his beast, and with a bit of a fall, got to the ground. He then walked up to the Lioness and greeted her with a small hug, the feline returning gently.
"After I told you about the Rusty Dagger, I had to continue my duties like I told you. But as soon as I was done, I explained to my superior I had a family member I wished to visit in summerston. They gave me the time off I needed and well here I am." She said with a small giggle, "besides, This place is far to dangerous for somebody of... well.. your size." she said trying to sound as pleasant as she could.
"Yeah." Leif agreed, "That's why I hired Kiro over there." Leif said pointing to the large Dragon who nodded his head. His attitude still unclear as to if he liked this Lioness or not, but he knew to judge her know could be a very stupid idea.
"Hes a man and a half." Kandi said with a giggle, Leif nodding his head in agreement. Kiro just huffed.
"And we got stuck with Chris." Leif said pointing to the Rhino,
"Lieutenant General ma'am." Chris said raising his paw to his shoulder while his other curled around his back.
"At ease." she said nodding with respect to the Rhino. "how long have you served?"
"This will be my fourth Summer ma'am." Chris replied respectfully, Leif and Kiro both taking note of how polite he could be.
"How much battle have you seen?" Kandi asked, the Rhino going a little silent.
"before today, none that wasn't training. But my scores were very high." Chris said with struggle.
"That explains it." Kiro Chuckled, Chris gritting his teeth.
"Well then," Kandi said with a sigh, "if its alright with you Chris, I would like to take over this guarding duty."
Chris's eyes went from respectful to worrisome as the feline spoke, He shook his head as he listened to her ask for his approval.
"I'm sorry Lieutenant, but this money is going to see me through to next summer. I need the coin." Chris explained, almost sound as is he were begging.
Kandi just sighed and nodded her head.
"Alright, I'm not going to stop you from doing your job when you need the coin." Kandi said softly, "But if its alright with you guys, I would like to join you on your quest."
Leifs ears perked up as he eagerly nodded his head. Though, the two other males seemed to have a different opinion.
"Look, sweet cheeks." Kiro said with a sigh, Kandi's welcoming smile dropping as the Dragon spoke. "I already have one royal pain in my ass, I don't need another."
"But she's different Kiro!" Leif spoke up, the Dragon looking over at the small fox who seemed a little to excited for her to join. Maybe he was smitten?
"What do you mean?" He asked,
"She helped me, she took me to the magistrates office and pushed me to the front of the line." Leif explained, the drakes now seemed interested.
"Why would you help the boy?" He asked, "Your kind don't take to kindly to people like him."
"My kind?" She asked with a chuckle, "And what exactly are you? I don't see any flakes in your eyes."
Kiro just chuckled,
"Royal Guards." He said bluntly, "You're kind is what treats Tempori's badly. I don't give three fucks what somebody is. Just as long as they don't annoy me and don't fuck with me." kiro huffed,
Kandi store at this dragon with disbelief. Was he actually serious? Where those actually his rules? How fucking vain was this Dragon?
"You're..." Kandi began, trying to put the words together. "You're pathetic." She huffed. "You don't care about leif at all do you? All you care about is the gold at the end of all this and somehow that makes you better then the guards?"
Kiro looked at this woman as her words began to really piss him off. What was worse is that her words were true. He was only in this for the coin, but how the hell does she know?
"Heavy flow this month wrench?" He growled, internally smirking to himself as the Lieutenant gripped her weapon tighter.
Leif just sighed and looked up at the lupine who had taken a seat next to him, Serreth whined as he looked down at the young fox who was looking more and more defeated as the two barked at each other.
Kiro made woman shots, and Kandi made warrior shots. As the two continued back and forth, Leif was getting more and more annoyed at the both of them. They were on a tight scedual and yet here they were bickering over fucking nothing!
He looked over at Chris, hoping he could step in and do anything! But the fucking Rhino was standing there with a big smirk on his face as the two bickered.
Leif didn't know how much more of this he would be able to handel.
"Can we plea..."
"Shut up!" Kiro yelled, "And so what if you get a higher paying job? You work under a racist ass hole who only cares about cock and getting his ass filled, and a general who only likes causing pain onto others and fucking said hole!"
"Ok serioulsy, Both of yo..."
"Leif please!" Kandi growled, trying to be as respectful as she could to the small fox, "I know he dose bad things, thats why I got into the guards in the first place! So I could make a change! What changes do you make Drake!?"
"OK that's it you two." Leif growled standing up,
"Leif will you shut your fucki..."
"ENOUGH!" Leif boomed, the final warning gone as he golden eyes began smoking. He wouldn't take this anymore, he had a family to save and he wasn't going to let some prepubescent arguing get in the middle of it.
Kiro was about to take the Fox down a peg for daring to use magic on him, but as he tried to open his mouth, a terrible tearing pain surged through his mouth. The Dragon reaching up to try and find what was holding his lips together, but there were no lips.
Kiro began feeling around for any sort of mouth, but he had nothing. He only had cheeks, scales and a chin. His mouth was gone.
Kiro looked over at Kandi and the same had been done to her. She had nothing to yell out of, only a patch of skin and fur where there used to be a maw.
The two looked over at the Tempori who was stood before the two, his eyes steaming in golden smoke as he looked at the two.
"I am done listening to you two fucking bicker about your motives. Kandi, you are here to help me, because you care. I thank you for that but leave Kiro alone. His motives are not yours. Who cares if he is here for the coin, He's still here to keep me safe and I trust him with my being." Leif growled at the lioness who seemed to just nod her head, feeling a little down she had made her friend this angry.
Kiro on the other paw had the larges smirk on his first for a person who didn't have a mouth. It was obvious he was sneering at the lioness by the way his eyes seemed to just say 'take that'. Oh but Leif wasn't done.
"And you!" Leif growled, "You're a big strong dragon warrior, guess what. We all fucking know that! And we don't need your constant snarky comments and constant insults to fucking remember that! You are strong, you are talented, and I am paying you to help us! Kandi is not here to replace you, or try and take your coin away, she is here because she cares for me. She helped me when no one did, she helped me when I was beaten, and she helped me find you! With out her, you wouldn't be getting the coin you are now." Leif spat as the drake looked him dead in the eye.
Kiro wanted so bad to tell the fox to shove his words up his slutty arse, he wanted to give it back, but the next words he spoke just made it hard not to care.
"I will be alone in this world if my parents die. Do you understand that? My parents and my brother are all I have. They are the only people I have ever known until they were taken. I am fucking lost with out them. You two bickering at each other is not going to go well through this journey. I love my family more then I love myself, so if you two keep this up, you all can fucking go back to Royah and I'll go by myself. I don't fucking care how dangerous it is, at least it wont slow me down!" Leif whimpered, as the golden smoke surging through his eyes began to subside. His glowing golden eyes gently began to water, slowly sending tears down his cheeks.
Kandis heart was slowly breaking as she watched the small teenager cried before her, and for Kiro. He wasn't sure what was going on. He suddenly felt the need to help the small one even more. He wanted to put his arms around him, but strangely enough not strangle him.
"I-I'm..." Kandi whimpered, her mouth returning as the Fox's magic slowly died. She stood there in her guilt and sighed, "I'm sorry Leif."
Leif just wiped his eyes and turned to his beast. The Wolf laying down so the small being could get on his back.
Kiro opened his mouth to say the same, but of course his ego stopped him.
"Lets just go." Leif sighed, gently tapping the lupines sides with his legs to tell him he was ready.
"Do not worry little Leif." Serreth said, turning to the little one on his back, "If they do not get you there in time. I will. How many moons until you have to be there?"
Leif smiled at the white wolf, gently reaching forward to scratch him behind the ear.
"I have thirteen moons until I have to be at the second city." Leif said back, "Thirteen moons until my pack gets executed."
Serreths ears shot up, stopping in his tracks as the small ones words rang in his ears.
"I promise to you little Leif," The Wolf said, looking right into Leifs eyes. "I will get you to your pack, and I will keep you safe. Paradise hear me, you will be with your pack again."
Leif couldn't help but feel the truth behind the lupines words. He smiled more at the large wolf and shuffled himself closer so he could hug his beast around his large neck.
"May the gods here me say this." Leif said softly into the wolfs ear, "you are a true, and loyal friend Serreth. May we be friends forever."
"I hope for that too little one." The Canine replied softly,
"So um, shall we get going?" Kandi asked,
"I think it would be best." Leif said softly, letting his four legged companion go. The five then continued down the path, tension high among them all. All five of them knew that this journey was going to be hard on them all, it was hard on anybody trying to go through the forest. What was going to make it harder on them though, was the bond that they lacked.
If they were going to survive, they needed to be able to trust one another and be able to work as a team. They needed a leader, and with most of them thinking that was there job, the group was going to crumble.
Leif knew this; its what was making his anxiety hit an all time high. This group needed to get some trust in one another or nothing was going to get done. He only hoped that it would happen soon. Or the poor little fox would never see his family again.
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Project Ataraxia (Pt1) by Wpython
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A pair of scientist are dealing with a difficult situation to complete their project. - Project Ataraxia (Pt1) By Whitepython "They can't do this to me! There's no way this is happening!" Farlox, the gecko, snapped as he rose from his desk in a violent outburst. Making his chair spin
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"Feet",
"Foot Fetish",
"Gecko",
"Hypnosis",
"Mind Control",
"No-Yiff",
"Panther",
"brainwash"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146023-project-ataraxia-pt1
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Project Ataraxia (Pt1)
By Whitepython
"They can't do this to me! There's no way this is happening!"
Farlox, the gecko, snapped as he rose from his desk in a violent outburst. Making his chair spin after bringing himself up in anger to his large reptilian feet.
He was a 1.86 meters tall and 29 years old gecko. He had a thin, almost scrawny body. His scaly skin consisted of a harmonic blend of green and yellow colored scales with dozens of tiny red spots decorating his body from the top of his head all the way down to his long-toed feet. The gecko wore a white lab coat. Under those clothes he wore a soft blue long-sleeved shirt and white pants.
"We asked and explained to them just last week that we require at least another three months for a safe prototype. We told them that we are almost done! I can't believe this is happening just when we are already in the final stage..." the reptile said with a voice that reflected the mixture of anger and sadness that the sudden bad news caused in him. "It's my project! I won't let them take it away from me!"
"Come on Farlox. It's not my fault. I'm just telling you what they've just said to me. I am on your side here, and I am as angry as you are." Isdel, the Panther, spoke as he stood before the enraged scientist. The feline's voice carried a tone which reflected an annoyed, yet patient attempt to keep the situation under control.
Isdel was a panther who was around 1.78 meters tall. With a slim build on his feline body, but not as scrawny as the reptile. He had large and yellow eyes on his black furred face. He wore under his pristine white lab coat a long sleeved clear gray shirt and black pants which revealed under them his also black furred plantigrade feet. He was 27 years old. Or at least that is what Farlox remembered.
The gecko took a deep breath once he caught the hint from the panther that his anger was getting out of hand. He locked himself in his mind for a moment as he tried to cope with the problem he was facing just now.
The struggles of hard and long working days with few hours for sleeping going on month after month to no end which he has invested in this project were about to become in vain. He sacrificed everything important in his life to fulfill his great dream. The reptile had even given up his relationship with his girlfriend for the sake of his dream. He desired for his project to crown him before thousands of his fellow employees as a great scientist and invaluable asset to A.S.Tech.
Instead of creating yet another technology of destruction like his superiors expected. He came up with a revolutionary machine that would help any soldier with post-traumatic stress disorders to erase bad memories. The device could even reinforce memories of victory to bring an emotionally wounded but otherwise healthy soldier back to the battlefield as good as new.
He turned around to look behind himself. To the bottom of his office where a thick glass next along with an even thicker metal door divided his office in half from his laboratory and also guarded the project he has sworn to finish someday; project Ataraxia.
Farlox felt like falling on his knees to cry out loud as he observed through the security glass that caged metal beast on display. The materialization of his vision. A powerful and sturdy monster brought to life by hard work and painstaking dedication that was threatened to be slain under an insignificant and thin sheet of white paper with a bunch of signatures on it in a matter of days.
"Even if Ataraxia is incomplete; there's one way to save it..." the feline spoke. Those words soaked in hope brought the lizard back to the present with a renewed desire to rescue his beloved project. "You need to go through the whole procedure and let me operate the machine on you. If we experiment around and make it work during this weekend, we could have a chance to present the project to the directive board. We could get the extension we requested a week ago instead of folding up."
The lizard opened his eyes wide as he choked on a suppressed scream of terror while a shiver ran down his spine. That had to be the worst idea! An unexpected bug on the software could destroy his mental health and leave him in a straightjacket at the insane asylum for the rest of his days. To build a secure software for the device was the reason they both placed a three-month extension request before the directive board in first place.
"Are you proposing that we experiment with an unstable prototype in my own mind during three days just to see what will happen?" Farlox's shoulders rose up as his nostrils flared while he jabbed a finger towards the feline "Are you nuts?!"
The panther stared at the gecko with a defiant glare as he shifted his lips into an uncomfortable twist. But he stood fixed on his spot as his black hands began to fist under his white lab coat sleeves as the gecko kept his harsh assault.
"Why don't you lay instead in the machine and let me do the work? So in case something really wrong happens your mind gets bonked out instead of mine!"
"Because I know how the software works and you don't!" The panther spoke with an aggressive voice. Isdel was now as angry as the reptile was. "I am trying my hardest here to be proactive instead of throwing a tantrum like a spoiled cub..." The panther began to walk from side to side before the reptile.
"If something wrong happens..." Isdel continued to talk as he flashed his fangs and waved his hands in anger "I can adjust the program and return everything to normal. You can't do that because you worked in the machine itself and the device is pretty much complete. There is nothing that can go wrong with it!"
The reptile was taken by surprise at the sudden change of attitude from his partner. This was enough to make him reconsider how he was reacting to this mess. He debated in his mind how risky could it actually be to allow the Panther to execute such complicated and time-consuming stunt in such short period of time.
Farlox remembered when he got the approval from the directive board one year ago. He knew he could build the machine itself for the work. But he was in dire need of an expert hypnotist. Someone who was also well-studied on how the mind functions. Isdel was the answer to his call. The directive board chose him from a pool of several, very qualified candidates. He was the best that could be hired for this project in the whole country. The feline was more than capable, and he has always demonstrated this during the development of the project.
"We only need to make the program work on its core functions," Isdel spoke with a somewhat calmed voice now. "We just need the minimum enough for a public demonstration. We don't need to finish the whole thing by Sunday night. And besides..."
Isdel stopped to pace from side to side and went silent for a moment as his shoulders fell down, the gecko could feel the change of mood in the room as the weight of those yellow eyes on him turned away.
"...Do you really think that I would ever allow something bad to happen to you? Do you think that I would never fight to protect you if something goes wrong?"
All the logic and rational concerns on the gecko's mind about the risky move fell off of his head. He now felt touched. It was not the words who did it. It was the flat and monotone, yet broken voice which delivered the suggestions that impacted him.
Ever since the rumors began about the abrupt end of the project, the panther believed in them, and he became more protective of the gecko. While Farlox himself decided to take a more rational approach and disregard everything as rumors and focus his mental energies on his work.
But that was until some moments ago.
The reptile supposed that maybe the feline was just as stressed as he was with the sudden bad news and he was acting protective of both the project and his work partner. After all, the feline had also poured all of his mind and soul in the project just like himself. -That had to be the reason-.
"I... look pal. I'm sorry." Farlox said, concealing defeat before the feline. "We are both hurt and confused about this issue. I suppose you really want to see this complete as much as I do and I guess you are just trying your best to make things work. But it really has to be me the one going into Ataraxia? Can't we get someone else?"
"Well, who do you suggest that we can hook into the machine in this very moment?"
"W... What? Why does it have to be right now?"
"We only have the rest of this Friday and both Saturday and Sunday to work as much as we can on the machine. Do you think we can waste time finding a willing candidate to put in there and at the same time make everything work in less than 72 hours?"
The gecko released a soft hiss in annoyance. The panther was right. It was either spend time hunting for a subject, or it was fixing the software to leave it working at least half decent enough for Monday morning.
"And what do you plan to erase from my memory?" the gecko inquired as he looked once again to his beloved invention behind the glass. It was obvious to him that he had to go in there and there was no way around it.
"Is there any particular memory you wish gone?" the panther replied with another question. The gecko spent a moment thinking. But nothing came to mind. Maybe the pressure of the sudden change of plans wasn't allowing Farlox to concentrate.
"Let me delete Anella from your memories. Since you broke up with her, you have changed so much..."
The panther had returned already to his calmed self. But even with a calmed voice, the gecko felt unsettled by the comment. That's a name he never expected to hear again. Not from his workplace, not from his work partner, -Not under this circumstances.-
"What are you talking about? Don't bring her into this!" Farlox spoke with an annoyed voice. The panther just poked something that had the power to hurt him just as much as losing the project he has poured himself onto; his ex-girlfriend Anella.
"It's just that you have been so different these past six months." Isdel went silent as he returned his yellow eyes on the gecko "I... look. I was mere trying to help with the first thing that came to my mind. Choose something else" The feline took a deep breath before releasing it out loud. "Pick a childhood trauma or something." Isdel encouraged the reptile with a forced smile.
The gecko wanted to leave behind all the issues that were eroding the precious little time left they had and get things done already. Farlox spoke the first thing that came to his mind even if it was meaningless in his life.
"When I was like six years old, I fell from a tall tree. I almost broke both of my legs if it wasn't because dad left a huge pile of dry leaves on the place where I landed by sheer luck. But ever since that day I feel quite uneasy on heights. A lot more when I take a look down from tall buildings. Let's work with that."
The feline erased his smile to squeeze his lips tight as his right hand scratched behind his black furred neck and left ear before turning his gaze away from the gecko and to turn his yellow gaze at the metallic structure behind the glass.
Farlox walked to the door that guarded his work. He placed his right clawed hand on a small and blue panel next to the sturdy door and waited for a couple of seconds before the whole surface changed to a vivid green color. The thick and heavy door next to the panel slid in a quick sideway motion to the right. This action granted access to both scientists to the materialized sum of their efforts; Project Ataraxia.
The machine consisted of two computer racks with all sort of panels, keyboards, and monitors mounted on the bottom wall of the lab. Attached to the ceiling, there was a long crane neck like structure with the most important piece of the project: a large ergonomic helmet.
The helmet had a visor attached to it for a complete experience which was risen up like the facial shield of a biker helmet. The helmet also had all sort of cables coming from the top. Cables that were wrapped around the neck of the crane and their opposite ends were connected with the computer racks.
Under the helmet, there was a large and sturdy metallic table. With its surface padded with soft and black cushions to make it comfortable to lay for whoever laid on it.
The gecko gathered all of his inner courage before stepping inside in resignation. He moved his long frame next to the large and padded table. He began to undo his large lab coat to throw it aside before sitting down on the comfortable surface.
"Remove the rest of your clothes as well..." Isdel spoke with a voice that sounded serious as he stood in expectancy before the reptile while the heavy security door shut itself down thanks to its automatized security system.
"What are you talking about?" the reptile replied in confusion and disdain.
"Standard hypnosis procedure." The feline justified his request as he diverted his eyes away from the reptile to look up at the long metallic arm hanging from the ceiling. "You must be as relaxed as possible for the session. Even the slightest uneasiness will divert your attention from the hypnotic trance and make you focus on the uncomfortable thing. This is the best course of action."
No matter how much he wanted to save the project. He wasn't getting naked before another male. And that was final.
"I... I think the more clothes I keep on, the more comfortable I will be..."
Farlox spoke with a tone which reflected his waning motivation to carry on through this already difficult situation. The panther turned around. With his tail in between his legs to leave the incident behind and to focus his attention on the panels mounted at the bottom of the room.
"Anyway. lay down on the table and wait while I make some preliminary tests on the software."
"I already know how this works..." The gecko looked around his small laboratory once he placed himself down on the padded table and stretched his long and scrawny self. Farlox has always seen this place from the perspective of a worker, but now he was able to take a look from the viewpoint of a subject. He always expected to see a soldier unable to reintegrate into society thanks to an awful day in the battlefield to lay on this table instead of himself.
"While the helmet gets ready I am going to use an aromatic oil to help you relax."
Farlox looked to his right just in time to see the panther produce from one of his lab coat pockets a white plastic bottle. It was around 10 centimeters tall and 4 centimeters wide. He shook it in his right hand before removing its lid to expose a dropper. Farlox was familiar with aromatherapy, but he never expected Isdel to be into that.
The feline looked into his eyes with a broad smile while his black tail danced behind him for a brief moment which reflected his playful attitude. The smile invited the reptile to relax. For a moment Farlox wasn't sure about letting the feline to put his hands all over him. But he has fought with Isdel since he came with the bad news. He decided to give the feline a chance just for the sake of not to be so conflictive.
Those feline fingers squeezed the bottle to extract the precious liquid it contained over the panther's left hand, allowing it to soak his thick pads. Isdel placed the bottle back into his coat. He dipped his index and middle fingers in the liquid collected on his left palm as he stood next to the gecko. Then he used his fingertips to rub them along the gecko's long and scaly forehead.
Those warm fingers left a refreshing sensation over his scaled skin. After a moment they also traveled along his cheekbone, the length of his muzzle and his chin which also left that soothing feeling. Isdel worked with care along the reptile's face. The gecko could feel how his tired and stressed self began to relax under those tender ministrations.
His nostrils were filled with the fresh and minty scent of the oil which helped him to ease the tension created earlier by this situation. He looked up at the feline every now and then to pay attention to his serious face as he worked with dedication on the task while the place remained sunk in complete silence.
After a moment, the feline disappeared with his soothing fingers. But after a few seconds, the refreshing sensation showed up over the top of the lizard's bare head and behind his neck. Those soaked fingers in fresh oil invited him to relax even further.
Farlox was glad that he threw aside his initial resistance and allowed the panther to take care of him with his dexterous fingers and special oil while those fingers squeezed with care the nape of his neck.
The relaxing rubs around his neck and the back of his head gave way to be replaced by the sensation of the padded insides of the helmet sliding over his skull. Even with his head inside the device, Farlox was able to see because the face shield like visor which acted as a screen was raised up for the time being.
The last thing Farlox saw before Isdel adjusted a small band around his chin and closed the visor in the helmet was a wide feline grin. After that, the helmet made his vision pitch dark. A soft click made it clear that the small screen was set in place.
After a couple of moments where the sound of the keyboard keys being hit was the only stimuli from the outside, the screen faded in with a soft glow. This gave the gecko enough time to get used to the source of light after spending a moment in pitch darkness.
The video of a river running in the middle of a forest appeared. The river was shallow enough for the rocks at the bottom of the river to poke out. The speakers on each side of the reptile's ear canals were emanating the sound of the liquid running around the stones as the sounds of the wildlife played along at a smooth pace.
Farlox waited for something else to happen as he relaxed before the landscape presented before him. As he paid attention to the recorded scene, he was able to perceive a soft voice speaking to him. It was difficult to understand what the voice was saying because it got lost among the sound of the creatures of the forest along with the noise of the river. It was a soft whisper trying to sneak into his mind.
The gecko wanted to pay attention to it so he could understand what was being said by the strange voice. Both to determine what was happening to him and to test how effective this project was.
As he was busy figuring out parts of the mysterious speech, his mental focus came to a full stop when he felt his long soles caressed by the same cold and smooth sensation his face and head received just some moments ago.
The gecko tried to spread his legs wide to escape the sudden feeling over his long soles but a pair of warm hands wrapped around his ankles to keep his legs in place. That action came accompanied with a request.
"Please stay calmed..." Isdel's voice was easy to hear through the helmet for the speakers in the helmet weren't loud "I need to finish the relaxing massage before the deep hypnosis session can begin. Let yourself go just like you did when I was rubbing your head."
Farlox decided to give into the requests of the panther. After all, he already did a fantastic job with his sore neck. Maybe he can trust him with his scaly feet. The gecko took a deep breath before relaxing and allowing the hypnotist to resume his work after resting his legs once again to submit his reptilian claws to the panther.
The reptile could feel the panther's thick padded digits to run with a firm touch against his scaly feet. Those fingers went up and down with even more energy and enthusiasm than before. Farlox could feel those thick padded fingertips to ran from under his clawed toes all the way to his heels with energy. They looked for any sore spot to smooth away as the minty oil left them refreshed. This deepened the reptile into a new dimension of relaxation while the helmet took care of doing the same to his mind.
His gaze remained lost in the middle of that forest as the sound of the river carried him deeper and deeper into relaxation. A soft hum began to play and to mix in harmony with the rest of the already present sounds while his nose still clung to the memory of the minty scent.
The pleasure his mind and feet were going through became a monotonous rhythm until a new event happened. A white text faded in on the screen. The phrase 'relax' made its appearance before the gecko but he disregarded it as corny. He just wanted to relax under the smooth attention he received on his clawed feet.
The word disappeared from the visor with a smooth fade out just to be replaced with another one who said 'sleep.'
That's when he noticed that more words were appearing and disappearing before his eyes at a speed which made it too hard to read on the corners of the visor. He wasn't sure for how long those ideas in the corners had being flashed. Everything the gecko could do was to relax and submit to the sneaky messages regardless of what they were saying.
To add to the series of instructions which were given to him, the pre-recorded voice of the panther began to speak to him in a smooth tone while the massage continued in between his long toes and along the edges of his feet.
"Relax...
"Feel your whole body surrounded by the beautiful and warm water of the river, covering your body, running along your skin and letting you feel immersed in the sensation of being caressed in the peaceful flow that helps you sleep...
"Take a deep breath. Hold it for a moment. Release it in a soft manner and follow my commands, knowing that you can relax for me and open your mind in the middle of the clearing of the forest and allow the peace of the forest to heal your mind and soothe your tired body."
The foot massage made everything so easy for the reptile to go along the hypnotic instructions and relax.
"It is safe to sleep now. It is safe to close your eyes and listen only to the voice. You will sleep protected by the voice, and wake up as a whole new person."
Farlox stretched his legs, pressing his feet against the feline's belly as the panther's hands squeezed his ankles in a slow pace. He decided to obey all the stimulation by closing his eyes. He allowed the voice alone to work its hypnotic charms as he began to drift into a quiet sleep. He gave full reign to the feline on his clawed feet as he gave the machine complete control over his mind as time began to pass by while he slept.
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"I like to relax and allow the voice to take complete control...
"I give the voice full and total control of my mind so the voice can tell me what the best is for me...
"I let the voice guide me on every step during the smooth sail towards my new life...
"I handle to the voice total control of my mind with a blissful willingness...
"Only good ideas should be inside my mind...
"My thinking is incorrect. The thinking of the voice which comes from Isdel is correct...
"Isdel knows what the best is for me in the same way a master knows what is best for their slave...
"Becoming a slave to Isdel is the only idea I can think of...
"I accept complete slavery of my mind under master Isdel...
"I am now a slave to master Isdel...
"Slavery will set me free, Slavery will set me free, Slavery will set me free...
The gecko released a sharp gasp as he squirmed in his spot and opened his eyes. What was going on? Slave to master Isdel? What kind of sick joke was that?
For how long has he been sleeping?
As his vision refocused on the small screen before him, he could see the words 'slavery will set me free' on the screen disappearing and reappearing over and over again. The forest remained there to keep him relaxed while the looped voice of the panther kept on digging deep into his mind. Seducing him with ideas of submission.
When the gecko tried to take off the helmet, he realized that he was tied down to the table. Farlox placed a binding mechanism on the table in case someone had a violent reaction to the device. But that safe mechanism was now preventing him from escaping from his beloved invention. An invention that was corrupted from its original intention.
As he struggled in his spot, the reptile was able to feel the padded hands of the feline stroking his long and slim, almost scrawny chest as a soft purr escaped the lips of his captor.
"You woke up already huh? Such an early riser. We're almost done anyway. Relax and sleep for me once again and we will be ready in a few minutes."
"W...what is the meaning of this?!" The reptile demanded an explanation for this confusing situation.
"I guess it's time to be honest with you..." Isdel went silent for a moment as the reptile laid in expectancy for an explanation which came after a moment.
"The truth is that I have always found you very attractive. It was love at first sight when I first saw your pretty face at the annual new employee meeting where you joined this company.
"Ever since then I had always fantasized about ways to meet you and to hang out with you. But everything was empty fantasies until the announcement for project Ataraxia was made. When I learned who the head leader was and the profile in the team you were looking for I knew it was my golden opportunity. I pulled all my strings both dirty and clean with the directive board to be assigned to work with you.
"After working with you for a couple of months, it wasn't just a physical crush any longer. It became an emotional crush. You had a wonderful personality. You were the kind of man I have always looked for. Everything was perfect...
"But you changed a lot when that stupid bitch Anella dumped you." Isdel now spoke with an angry voice "You became easier to upset. More distant and cold. You stopped to work on Ataraxia with the original cheerfulness you approached it with. It became more of a chore where you poured down your frustrations onto.
"That broke my heart in many ways. My love for the project and for you began to wither with your change of attitude. But I refused to give up, I had to do something about it. You changed so much, and she is to blame. Or her memories in your mind to be more precise. So I spent my entire time in making a specialized program for the machine. I designed it in specific just to wipe her from your memories while at the same time it erases your sense of free will towards me, so nobody else takes you away from me. Now that we are so close to having the project taken away from us I don't have any option. I am forced to do this to you Farlox.
"If the project gets scrapped and you and I get sent to different areas I... I wouldn't survive it." The feline's voice broke down, and he went silent for a second or two before resuming "It would be my end for sure. Even if you have changed, it's her fault and only hers. It's up to me to fix you. -I will make you happy, and your life will be perfect when I enslave you to me-"
The gecko struggled as he listened to the real intentions of his partner. He couldn't believe that the fruit of his own labors and talents was about to turn him into an empty minded slave.
The gecko could feel his chest being exposed as the feline's fingers tugged and undid the buttons of his shirt. The reptile tensed for he wasn't sure what to expect. But after a couple of moments later he could feel a warm muzzle pressed against his cold and scrawny scaled chest. Those sensations came accompanied with licks and kisses along his yellow and green skin.
After a moment, the warm feelings disappeared to be replaced by the sound of some footsteps, followed by the noise of some keystrokes on the panels.
"In any case, the final stage will be complete." The Panther informed to his captured victim "But before I wipe you clean, I don't want you to be mad at me for doing this. You know very well that your ex-bitch left more bad than good in your life. I can't understand why a guy as smart as you can't see it. This is the best for you. A person who loves you knows already what the best for you is."
The green forest on the visor disappeared to give room to the image of an autumn forest. With a river dragging several golden and brown leaves along with its flow. The visor invaded the reptile's senses with the picture of a peaceful forest. But Farlox knew that such peace was corrupted.
"This last stage of the slave program is still in beta, unlike the relaxation and induction program. Didn't have enough time to smooth the rough edges on this one. -I hope it doesn't leave your brain way too melted down-"
In his current situation, the only resistance Farlox could exert was to close his eyes in an attempt to resist the incoming hypnosis. While he escaped the visual induction, he realized that it was of no use because the speakers in the helmet executed their task to slide his mind into a hypnotic trance.
The gecko remained bound to the table as project Ataraxia began to work on his imminent enslavement. The sound coming from the helmet consisted in several whispers which were impossible to detect just like the first time. But instead of being a single one it was a chant of several voices. His mind was assaulted many times over and over again from several directions with subliminal messages. Messages condemning him to complete slavery and total submission.
Even if there were no more massaging hands caressing his body, the soft humming coming from the background along with the voices and the sound of the river began to make him feel sleepy and relaxed. He tried to keep his mind away from the alluring sounds. But the more he sought to remain distracted, the easier it was to slip back into the smooth humming that accompanied the voices that whispered slavery.
Tired of struggling, the gecko felt his mind invaded by the curiosity about opening his eyes to see what was being presented on the visor. But he couldn't do that! It would complete his submission to the Panther and his utter defeat at the hands of the machine he built to help so many people.
But what if he could end up helping himself with the project? Ataraxia was about to be scrapped down. While his invention won't be able to help thousands of soldiers like he once dreamt of, he could at least be the sole receiver of the help he needed. What if Isdel was right and he really needed to forget about his ex? What if he should really focus on saving a part of his former self before his machine gets taken away for good?
The curious reptile opened one eye to see what kind of image the visor was presenting to him. The autumn forest remained before him as a series of words kept on appearing and disappearing before him, but they faded in and out at a fast pace. He couldn't read them just as the voices speaking to him were impossible to make sense of.
Farlox couldn't help it. His whole body began to sink into the smooth hypnotic sensations without being able to do much about it. His eyes succumbed to the seduction of the rapid changing words in the relaxing forest. His ears kept on receiving the soothing sounds that smoothed his easy to influence mind while his legs and arms stretched in submission just like his mind was doing.
"Was it that hard my slave? Just give into the smooth voice and pretty words" Isdel purred in satisfaction. "Soon I will own your mind and your body and everything else in your life. I shall become the new head director of project Ataraxia, and things will go my way. But don't concern yourself with that. The only thing that matters now is to get your mind clean from that nasty bitch and allow me to become the only one you love."
His head was already aligned with the smooth buzzing and humming coming from the hypnotic sound of the helmet while his eyes were dimming down. Farlox felt like sleeping and allowing the machine to brush every single corner of his mind. To be molded in the perfect fashion that the panther had designed for him.
But did he just heard that Isdel would steal the project off from him and make it his own?
He can't lose his most beloved dream. Can he?
The Gecko closed his eyes once again as he tried to shake his head with the hopes to loosen the helmet but the strap around his chin kept it in place. His hands turned into fists as his long, scaled toes curled up.
No matter how much he tried to resist. Somehow the machine was able to detect the resistance to increase its power on him. The more he fought back, the hardest it became to escape the brainwashing power of the helmet.
Ataraxia was behaving almost like a living organism focused on feeding itself on Farlox's free will and leave his mind like an empty husk. A vulnerable husk to every single wish and whim of the panther.
He had to escape. He had to recover his project and his dream to be recognized as a great scientist!
Or did he had to relax and allow the feline to take control of his life?
The gecko whipped his tail around after rising it as higher as he could in between his legs. Keeping his mind focused on his escape was impossible as his mind buzzed in a soft and peaceful rhythm controlled by the machine. The tip of his tail looked at random for the neck of the crane which protruded from the helmet in fading desperation. His tail was never tied to the table in the first place since he never set a slot for such thing.
The machine assaulted him with a fast and upbeat hum that made his own mind feel drained of fighting and struggling before the hypnotic rhythm returned to a soft pace. A rhythm which invited Farlox to sleep. A gentle pace which made the reptile felt like yawning and letting himself go in complete peace under the soft, yet enslaving caress of the helmet.
A serene pace which seduced every corner on Farlox's mind to allow his tricked enslavement to come to fruition. A soft pulsing sound and a quiet, relaxing vision which tore down all the resistance the reptile felt about allowing his beloved creation to change his thoughts into the thoughts of a submissive servant. The idea of permanent and unconditional enslavement under the service of the panther felt so right for him. Farlox approached the point where he desired to sleep in perpetual slavery for his captor.
As the very last of his free will began to slip away; a heavy tug from the tip of his tail brought one of the hanging cables along the neck of the machine down. Thanks to the almost unconscious move the whole thing went offline. The cable which fed Ataraxia with electricity to produce its corrupted energy to enslave minds became separated from it.
The gecko had built a safety protocol on the bindings. If electricity was ever cut while the machine was operational, the bindings could be opened so a subject could be retrieved from the device in case a serious emergency caused the failure. The gecko used his free hands to set apart the helmet off of his confused mind.
The reptile could feel his head buzzing, his eyes almost impossible to keep open, his arms and legs sleepy and his ear canals still ringing as his mind was still vibrating with the hypnotic pattern once produced by the machine. His mind was looking to resume sinking into the pleasure of the moment while his body escaped the device that threatened his freedom.
As his large and soft clawed feet stood with difficulty on the cold ground, a familiar voice cursed in the distance. A voice that brought Farlox to pay attention to his surroundings as his mind adapted again to reality.
The feline made his way towards the table to try to seize the gecko down. While Farlox didn't have a big complex, his tail was strong enough to receive Isdel with a strong slam which flung the feline backward against one of the panels which came accompanied by the sound of a hard blow.
The gecko knew his attack was a success after hearing a soft moan of pain. Farlox knew his captor was knocked out for a few moments. Moments which were enough for the reptile to run with his hazy mind towards the security door. Door he closed behind him and used his smooth palm to activate the safety lock.
The reptile felt invaded for a brief moment by a sensation of security after locking the panther behind the door. Farlox looked inside the room through the large glass on the side. He spotted Isdel holding his left side with his right hand while his eyes dug into the gecko's form in the same fashion a psychopath would eye his most hated target.
Farlox needed to escape at once. He had to stay away from the insane feline until his mind recovered from the assault so he could do something about him. He knew that Isdel could also unlock the door with his own palm; however, he wasn't sure if the feline could override the lock on his office door.
The still mind hazed scientist picked up his portfolio from his desk before he rushed to the Main entrance door to both his office and lab. Door which he closed with his personal keycard and left the scene as soon as possible. His mind was too shaken to think of anything else for the time being. But he knew that he would take some severe action against Isdel.
And soon...
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The Greys Chapter 23: Brunch by hyenafur
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#24 of The Greys - Even though Bonnie Hopps and Josephine Grey knew each other, they had never been friends. Sure, they'd chatted a few times, but they'd never actually formed any bonds outside of church. Though, all that did change once Judy left for the big city. She had opened up to the idea of
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"Bonnie Hopps",
"Bunny",
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Judy Hopps",
"Nick Wilde",
"Stu Hopps",
"Tod",
"Vixen",
"Zootopia"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148675-the-greys-chapter-23-brunch
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Even though Bonnie Hopps and Josephine Grey knew each other, they had never been friends. Sure, they'd chatted a few times, but they'd never actually formed any bonds outside of church. Though, all that did change once Judy left for the big city. She had opened up to the idea of having fox friends, and the first one had been Jo. She'd invited the vixen over for Sunday Brunch several times, and the rabbit was expecting her to show up for some time but so far, she'd been a no-show.
Bonnie was just about to give up when she saw a very different car pull up to the house. It wasn't Josephine's, it was too new plus the plates were all wrong. "RB57H," she said with a puzzled look, but then she saw two people slip out of the vehicle. One of them was Josephine and the other one looked like he could have been Gideon's brother. It was clear though that, whoever this Kody Grey person was, he certainly WASN'T some long-lost brother that was locked in the attic. No one locked in an attic for 30 years could afford a car, at least that's what Bonnie thought.
"Whatcha looking at, honey," Stu said as he moved up to give his wife a side hug.
"Josephine's here," the bunny said, giving her husband a sideways glance, "And Kody Grey."
"Kody Grey," Stu said a little stunned. He rarely had any of the Bridge group over, so it took him off guard, "Oh yeah! I met him last night at Bridge. Nice kid."
Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
The fatherly rabbit nodded, "Yeah. Not a very good Bridge player though. He got knocked out the first round."
Unfortunately for Bonnie, her sister Mary-Ann was also there. "Well, Jeane probably didn't give him many games to play in the attic," she chirped out as she spooned another helping of a carrot and cheese omelet into her mouth.
Stu just rolled his eyes, "You actually believe that story?"
"It came from a reliable source," she replied after taking another bite.
"And what about the time your 'reliable source' said that Judy and Nick's police car was t-boned at an intersection? You nearly killed your sister from fright," the father bunny said as he glared at his sister-in-law, "I wouldn't be surprised if he turns out to be Josephine's long lost son instead of a plotline you stole from one of your soaps."
"I stand by my record," Mary-Ann huffed out.
"Yes. O and two hundred."
Bonnie glared at her husband and her sister, "I want them to have a nice time, so you two need to stop your bickering."
Stu nodded as he walked back into the kitchen to grab a plate full of eggs before moving to the couch. Mary-Ann just huffed as she continued eating, while Bonnie made her way to the door.
Jo and Kody were half way up the walkway when Bonnie opened the door. "Josephine, it's wonderful to see you," she said as she and the vixen exchanged hugs. The bunny slowly turned her attention to the tall tod, "And this must be Kody."
Jo looked a little puzzled as she looked at the bunny doe, "How did you know?"
"Oh, you know how word gets around a small town when someone new shows up, especially when Gideon made a big announcement about his new cousin to everyone at the pastry shop," Bonnie continued, reaching her hand out towards the tod. The fox smiled as he shook her hand, "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Hopps."
"You can call me Bonnie, Kody, but please, come in. We've been waiting for you two," She said as she stepped aside for the two foxes.
Jo slipped inside first, followed by Kody, the two of them making their way to the kitchen to grab some eggs and a cup of coffee before making their way to the living room. Bonnie was just about the join them when her phone started to vibrate, "Please excuse me for a minute, Judy's calling."
The two nodded as they looked between Mary-Ann and Stu, who were glaring at each other as they tried to be polite. Kody leaned into whisper into his mother's ear, "I wonder what this is all about."
Jo leaned in, "Mary-Ann is hard to get along with."
"No, I'm not," Mary-Ann quipped back, the two of them forgetting about how powerful rabbit ears are.
"Yes, you are," Stu retorted, "All you do is watch soaps all day and think the world is just like them."
"Because it is," the bunny woman scoffed.
"No, it's not," the rabbit man retorted.
Jo and Kody just looked at each other, deciding to stay out of it.
Bonnie made sure she was in the kitchen before she answered the ScreenTime call. She had just started to say hello when Judy butted in, "Mom! Mom! I found out everything. Everything makes sense now."
"Shhh! Judy! Not so loud. Kody and Josephine are here," her mother said, holding a finger over her lips.
"That's just it. Kody IS Josephine's son. I talked the adoption agency. Josephine was sexually assaulted while she was at college and put Kody up for adoption. He grew up under a different name until last year," Judy said excitedly, loving how she cracked the case, "You remember when Aunt Mary-Ann said she heard Nick and I had been killed in a car wreck? That wasn't us. That was Kody's adopted parents. He changed his name almost six months later to Kody Grey and started looking for his real mother."
Bonnie blinked a few times as she started to drink in the news, "Judy, you haven't been watching any of Aunt Mary-Ann's soaps, have you?"
"No, mom! I don't even own a TV! I just got off the phone with Open Hearts Open Arms. I talked to the woman who worked the case. Nick even knew him in High School," Judy sounded exasperated at her mother, "Mom, when have I lied to you?"
Her daughter had a point. Judy hadn't lied to her, well, hadn't lied to her in years. She had always been a truthful girl. But the more Bonnie thought about it, the more her daughter's version made sense, but she did have one question, "Judy, did you find out what kind of car Kody drives? Maybe a license plate?"
"Yeah. A Jeeves Buckaroo Infinity with personalized Zootopia Plates #RB57H," she replied.
Bonnie seemed to sigh with relief, "Thank you, Judy."
"No problem, mom. Oh, by the way, if no one wants to believe you, tell them Mrs. O'Donnell wishes Kody her best."
Bonnie just nodded her head, "I'll tell them?"
"Thanks mom," Judy said quickly before hanging up.
Bonnie looked at her phone a bit longer before sliding it into her pocket and headed back to the living room.
What greeted Bonnie was her husband and sister fully engulfed in an argument about her ability to create amazing stories that were basically stolen from her daily soap operas, much to the discomfort of the guests. "Stu! Mary-Ann," the woman cried out as her foot stomped the ground in frustration, "What did I tell you."
Stu's ears drooped, "I'm sorry, dear." Mary-Ann however, just seemed to beam like she'd been the victor in the argument. Bonnie just rolled her eyes as she slowly slid into her chair, "I'm sorry, Jo, Kody."
Jo just brushed it off as she sipped her coffee, "It's all right, Bonnie."
Stu looked over at Kody, "So, Kody, you didn't talk a whole lot last night at the Bridge game. Where are you from?"
Kody took a sip of his coffee, "Zootopia."
Mary-Ann scoffed a little as she took another sip. Stu glared at her and Kody just raised an eyebrow. Bonne decided to ask the next question, "Zootopia? Really? You know our daughter is a police officer there. Do you know Nick Wilde?"
Kody perked his eyebrow. He did know Nick, well, knew him in a casual sense. He was more acquainted with Nick's mother because she was friends with his own mother. He wondered if he should put up a charade or not, but he might as well answer truthfully, "Yeah, I know of him. I went to High School with him. Why?"
"He's our daughter's partner on the force," Bonnie replied with a smile. Stu added, "He's the reason we ended up partnering with Gideon Grey."
Kody just nodded his head, "That's interesting."
Mary-Ann wasn't buying it one bit, so she decided to ask something in a fairly sarcastic tone, "Really? So this is your first time to Bunnyburrow?"
The tod looked at her, "I drove by it when I was assigned to Mammoth River, but yeah, this is my first time to actually be here."
"You sure," she asked, "You sure you haven't been hiding up in Jeane's attic?"
Everyone looked at the bunny woman with massive eyes and open mouths. "What," Mary-Ann asked, "You all were thinking it."
"Mary-Ann Juniper Springer," Bonnie yelled out, "How DARE you ask a question like that to my guests!"
"It's the popular rumor in town. Besides. I heard from a reliable," she started on her usual line, but was completely cut off by Bonnie, "No Mary-Ann. No more of this 'reliable sourse' non-sense. The first time I heard your gossip, I called Judy. Judy managed to find the actual truth! Do you know what it was?"
Everyone was surprised at how angry Bonnie was, though Jo and Kody were even more surprised that she'd actually called the police about it. "Ya called Judy," Jo said in a little bit of disbelief. Bonnie turned her attention back to Josephine, her ears drooping a little, "I'm... I'm sorry, Jo. But, I wanted to make sure my sister's story was just her over active imagination."
Kody looked between his mother and her friend, then over to Mary-Ann giving her a scowl. A hand reached down to squeeze his mother's paw as he looked at her. Jo looked down at her son's hand as she let out a long sigh. "Kody. Kody's my little boy," she said with a heavy heart, "I... I met a feller in college. He winded me and dined me. When he planted his oats, he wouldn't man up 'n help me raise him. I thought bout cummin home, but I'z too a'feared a what erryone'd say. So I put my little boy up fer 'doption when he was a kit," She looked over at her boy, giving his hand a squeeze, "There ain't a day gone by that I don't wish I woulda cum home with Kody instead of putting him up fer 'doption."
Kody leaned over and glared at Mary-Ann, "My parents told me about the adoption and about my real mother when I was eighteen, but I didn't have the courage to contact my mother until my parents died in a car accident last year. I had my name legally changed to Kody Grey because I wanted to be a part of her life again."
Jo let out a sniff, "He cum back t'me. Thirty years later, he cum back to me."
There was a long pause as Bonnie looked down. "I'm sorry I pulled Judy into this," she said softly, "I just... I just needed to be sure."
Mary-Ann's ears drooped a little as she looked at the other four in the room, "I... I'm..." she was about to say something, but Stu couldn't help but cut her off, "I told you so."
"Stu," Bonnie yelled as she glared at her husband.
"What? I was," he said in a slightly defeated voice.
Mary-Ann looked away. She'd been proven wrong. Again. But this time she felt more horrible than any of the other times. She felt miserable, and she couldn't seem to find words to say she was sorry. Jo just looked at her, "Mary-Ann, if ya want to make it up t'me, tell erryone th'truth."
"How much of the story do you want me to tell," she asked.
"Alluvit."
Mary-Ann nodded. It wouldn't take the Bunnyburrow rumor mill long to get this disseminated. However, Bonnie did have one thing to say, "Kody, Judy said she had a message for you from Mrs. O'Donnell."
Kody looked a little confused, "Mrs. O'Donnell?" His mother, however, knew who it was, "What did she have to say?"
"She says she wishes you the best."
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Game Night (part seven) by Roxelle Wolfe
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#7 of Game night (series) The Seventh part to my game night series, patr eight is on it's way ^-^ - As I came to my door I turned and looked in the hallway it was empty, only I was there, I sighed and continued into my room, I was relived to see it was just as I left it I looked to my bed with it's
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"Female",
"Folf",
"Fox",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Male",
"Roomates",
"Series",
"Vixen"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150541-game-night-part-seven
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As I came to my door I turned and looked in the hallway it was empty, only I was there, I sighed and continued into my room,
I was relived to see it was just as I left it I looked to my bed with it's plushies and pillows, then to my desk and shelves I closed the door and
walked towards my bed My old fashioned wall clock was on the wall, I could see it was now around two thirty in the afternoon through the dusty glass
I slipped out of my jeans and yawned as I sunk into the bed I had been awake since 3 thirty am I was ready for a nap and I was pretty sure I could trust Tyler to
keep the place under control while I slept, I covered up with my big blue fuzzy blanket and snuggled my Pyro plushie, And I fell soundly to sleep,
I was awoken by a sudden sound My ear stuck up and I opened my eye and looked around the room the room was bathed in the red and orange glow of the setting sun.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes I could tell my hair was messed up because I could no longer see the purple screen over my left eye, with a quick stretch I hopped out of bed and walked over to my closet, I opened it with a slight creak, and sifted through the wardrobe and found my favorite pair of jeans and a pair of black underwear I grabbed a red T-shirt with white accents, and shut the closet, with a little hesitation I grabbed a hair clip from my night stand, then I poked my head out of my bedroom door, the house was silent and both Tyler and Jamie's doors were closed which probably indicated they were asleep, or busy, I headed towards the bathroom,
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Black and White Frills all over Ch 3/4 by foxyscribe
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When Felix applied for a job as house-staff at the enormous Lasseter estate he did not expect to be interviewed by a feline maid. Even more, he did not expect that to get the job he would have to wear a magical costume and become an animal-maid himself? But for 200k a year could he really refuse?
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[
"Action",
"Arc",
"Cat",
"Fox",
"Humiliation",
"MC",
"Maids",
"Mind Control",
"Skunk",
"Story",
"TG",
"Teasing",
"Transformation",
"Transgender",
"tf",
"tftg"
] |
https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152383-black-and-white-frills-all-over-ch-3-4
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When Felix applied for a job as house-staff at the enormous Lasseter estate he did not expect to be interviewed by a feline maid. Even more, he did not expect that to get the job he would have to wear a magical costume and become an animal-maid himself? But for 200k a year could he really refuse?
Still, things only get worse for our poor hero, now heroine as he discovers that his new colleagues are more than a little sexually aggressive and that the head maid, a tabby cat called Silver seems to take great pleasure in teasing him.
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This is chapter 3 of 4. These are **not** 4 stand-alone stories and they need to be read in order. If you have not read chapter 1 please start there: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150251](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150251)
Ch1 : [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150251](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150251)
Ch2 : [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150889](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1150889)
Chapter 4 will be released Thursday or Friday, it is largely done and just needs a few tweaks.
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I don't tend to remember my dreams but I have a feeling these ones involved cats, foxes and a whole lot of lewd situations because when I woke up the next day, one of my plush furred hands was lightly massaging my pussy and the sheets beneath me felt damp and sticky. I moaned lightly to myself as my other hand slid up beneath the sheets to rub at a sleepy eye.
"Meeting at eight Nya, means you get up at six so you can get ready. You set your alarm for eight, you idiot"
That woke me up and I quickly scrambled into a sitting position from where I had been lying on my front. Silver was on her hands and knees grinning at me and I quickly scrambled back until I was squishing my tail against the headrest. "Ma...M...Madam Silver, why are you 'ere?" I said in a panicked voice that I knew just sounded cute, damn it, why was I such catnip to this troublesome kitty.
The feline giggled and started advancing on me slowly "Why, Nya?" she tilted her head slightly as her head pushed towards my bosom "I couldn't have let you turn up late on your first day, could I? I would have had to...punish you publically Nya" she raised one hand and placed it on the headrest, lifting herself up into a kneeling position, straddling my legs. "Instead, I think some private punishment is in order, Nya?" she grinned slightly as she pushed further into me causing my cheeks to redden "If I let one of my maids sleep in, Nya. It would reflect badly on me" her hands slid off the headrest and around my neck as she pulled me towards her in a loose hug "And sleeping in the nude? What a naughty skunk Nya"
I shook my head slightly stammering "But I am all furry. I thought eet would be okay" she giggled slightly and took one of my swollen nipples in her teeth, kneading it gently. My back arced against the head rest and I moaned "A...aah, I am sorry madam. Eet eez my mistake" she released my chest and I panted heavily a few times as she shifted erotically against me. "I heard you seduced the foxes too. Nya? You are a naughty little thing. I didn't realise you would be such a problem, Nya"
Her voice was filled with humour, she was enjoying teasing me and yet despite that, I could not help but react to her "S...Seduce Mistress? Those fuzzy 'arlots ambushed me and -" My words were cut off by Silvers impassioned kiss as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I writhed under her ministration. There were definitely similarities with the techniques Ruby had used to overwhelm me but there were differences too, Silver seemed to enjoy teasing me a lot more and I would be lying if I said it wasn't doing something for me. I wasn't really resisting at this point either and was returning her kiss aggressively in fact my own arms were wrapped around her in loving embrace, I wasn't sure when I did that. I think perhaps their lewdness was infectious.
We toppled backwards so that Silver was on her back and I was lying on top. From this angle I couldn't believe how large my boobs looked, they really were significantly larger than Silvers and my nipples and areole had puffed up obscenely. Silver grinned slightly as she drew her lips back from mine. "Nya? Are we forgetting our place? my little black and white puff-ball" she gave a small laugh "I am not so sure this seems much like a punishment at this stage, does it Nya?"
I looked at her with a needful stare and my body writhed and heaved at her touch. I think maybe, that this form came with an increased libido because god, did they get me going easily and once like this, I suspected, I was going to be putty for anyone who wanted me. "I...I am sorry Madam" I managed "Eet eez as you say, I 'ave been a naughty skunk" Holy shit, did I just say that? Fuck! I guess I definitely was a masochist. I was pretty sure I didn't want anyone to actually hurt me though...so maybe just a mild one.
I expected Silver to giggle but she didn't, she laughed uproariously "Oh my, I can see why Ruby likes you so much Nya. You are going to fit in rather well" wait, what was with that sudden, knowing grin "talking of fitting"
My eyes bulged and I let out an erotic cry. The world swam and heat overwhelmed me. I looked back mouth wide, tongue lolling, drooling erotically to see that Silver had rather forcibly inserted her feline tail into my pussy "M...Madam oh god, What are you doing...why does eet feel so good" she gave a small laugh and started to slowly push and pull the mass in and out of me. I let out an animalistic yowl as my world was consumed in fire. I looked back to her face as she lay under me. I was drooling onto her muzzle, a tiny part of me felt bad about that but she didn't seem to care. In fact, I could see that she was starting to move a little herself, grinding her curvy form into mine. She was squeezing our chests together while tweaking my nipples in such a way that was clearly heightening both our pleasures. The mocking laughter on her own face was slowly giving away to something more erotic. I wasn't entirely sure how much pleasure the foxes had gotten yesterday from playing with me but Silver was clearly enjoying this and she was starting to pant and moan herself.
I wanted to speak to her but honestly I couldn't get any full words out. Anytime I tried to say anything it dissolved into yowls and moans. All the long hairs on silvers tail were shifting like hundreds of tiny massaging fingers as it moved in and out of me. Much like before it felt like my conscious mind was dissolving into sexual instinct and I leaned in to start kissing her again as my own hands roamed to play with her breasts.
As soon as my fingers touched her nipples she yowled in sudden pleasure "Ah...Nya, Not so hard, I'm sensitive, Nyaaaaaa" Although it was technically a command, it was drenched in needy pleasure; It seemed her breasts were her weak spot. I tried to be a little gentler but I did start massaging them, leaning on the knowledge that had been implanted into me yesterday and silenced any further dissent with my lips. I am unsure how much choice either of us had over the next few minutes. We were both creatures of instinct and need and when we came, I was pretty sure it was near simultaneous. I cried out loudly, my whole body vibrating with warmth. Silver yowled like, well like a cat and I collapsed in a heaving heap on top of her.
She pushed me off after a few moments, breathing rather heavily herself "W...well, Nya. Consider yourself...punished" I glanced up at her, gulping for air too heavily to respond. She wiped some sweat from her brow "I wasn't quite expecting that, Nya" her words were slightly laboured, she might have recovered a lot faster than me but she was still clearly, painfully aroused "Make sure to strip your sheets, Nya. You have made quite a mess of them" she gave a lusty giggle "You have an hour, Nya, best hurry, you have a lot to do" and she exited my room quietly.
It took me sometime before I could move but eventually, I did pull myself out of bed, my immense tail annoyingly dragged the blankets with me. I glanced back and my eyes widened slightly. We had made quite the sticky mess, I was fairly confident that it must have soaked through the sheets and into the mattress itself. I rubbed my legs together with a small moan, I was still pretty horny and the intense smell of sex in the room did not help. I allowed myself to massage my boobs for a few moments but I noticed that the time on my bedside clock was 7.15 and realised, I had better hurry.
I stripped the bed with borrowed expertise and tossed all the sheets into the laundry basket. I noted a not unexpected, large damp patch on the mattress and sighed. I quickly grabbed some tissues from the bathroom along with a bottle of fabric cleaner and did the best job I could in the 5 minutes I allowed myself. I quickly started running a bath as I pulled out the pieces of my maids outfit and laid it out to be worn. I would not have time to fully shampoo, condition and perfume my fur so I settled for merely shampooing it, it would not affect the quality as long as I did not make a habit of it.
I managed to get dressed quickly, donning my uniform with an almost impossible speed and quickly sat at my dresser to apply my makeup. I paused as I was about to do my nails, no time, lipstick and mascara would have to be enough for today. I glanced back, 5 minutes left, well the Servants hall was just around the corner so that should not be a problem. Glancing across the table I picked a floral scent with hints of vanilla and sprayed it liberally around my form focusing a little on my tail. The scent would cling to my fur in a way that it would not with skin and it should persist better. 2 minutes left.
I opened the door to the servant's hall and slipped in exactly on time. Ruby and Scarlet both had their forms draped elegantly over wooden chairs, arms lightly resting on their knees. They both gave me an appreciative look as I entered but Ruby's eyes held an especially smoky gaze. Silver on the other hand was sitting behind a desk looking through some papers and looked up with a slightly lusty, knowing smile. "Ah Fifi, Nya. You have decided to join us?"
I nodded "O...oui Madam" I quickly shuffled onto a chair, avoiding her gaze, hoping that my cheeks were not as visibly on fire as they felt. I paused for a second and then blinked, wait, shouldn't there be at least once more "Uhm, Madam, I saw a door with the name Amber?"
It was Ruby that responded "Amber is on her week off, she should be back next Saturday" I looked at the fox and shifted my thighs slightly. Ruby definitely had more than a professional interest in me. I wondered for a second if the pair were twins under the suits, they looked near-identical and I am pretty sure it was intentional. "Ah" I said "Zat makes sense"
Silver tilted her head with a slight smile "Well, Fifi, are you ready for your first day Nya? I would like to send someone to work with you Nya but without Amber, there are only the four of us" she stretched a little, her tail winding lazily behind her "You should, Nya, have all the knowledge you need though"
My eyes widened slightly. I wasn't sure how I felt about being dropped in at the deep end but I nodded, slightly uncertain. "Oui Madam. I will do my best" You know it was weird. I didn't actually know how to speak French but the magic seemed to make me just drop in certain words and ok, sure, I knew all the ones I was saying, everyone knows these ones but it was still quite disconcerting each time I said Oui or Monsieur, without even thinking about it.
"All right, Nya. Scarlet I want you to arrange the Masters breakfast and then see to the hallways before dinner" Scarlet nodded, I knew cleaning the hallways was a bigger job than it sounded. There were a lot of them and it also meant replacing all the flowers with fresh ones. "Ruby, Nya. I need you to clean the chambers and then get the laundry. Make sure to stop by Fifi's room, Nya. She made rather a mess of her sheets and then start the preparation for the evening meal"
Ruby's smile widened revealing her sharp, vulpine teeth. I was sure I must be a black and red skunk at this stage because my face was boiling. I just wanted to hide my head in my hands. Ruby made no comment beyond her indulgent grin though "No problem, Mistress" she said
"And you, Fifi" I just nodded silently "I want you to see to the main entrance lobby, Nya. That should take you up till lunchtime when I want you to organise lunch and then clean the morning kitchen" I nodded shifting slightly, she was right I did know how to do all that and although I felt like it perhaps should be, the request was not intimidating.
"Right, Nya. There is toast and smoked fish in the servant's kitchen. Have breakfast and get to work" My eyes widened slightly, when had she found time to prepare us breakfast. When we parted ways, she wasn't much less dishevelled than I was and would almost certainly have had to change her uniform. Well, it wasn't like I was going to ask her, so I got up like the others and shuffled through to the kitchen.
Ruby gave a small snort as she grabbed her toast which seemed to be topped with smoked mackerel "She doesn't always need to make fish, just cause she is a cat" she said placing the entire half piece of bread into her mouth at once. I tentatively took my own piece and took a bite, there were a couple for each of us. The taste was phenomenal, the fish was high quality, fresh and just melted in my mouth. I think Ruby noticed the very slight weakness in my knees and fluttering of my eyes signalling my pleasure "That isn't to say she doesn't always do a great job"
Ruby took hold of the second piece and walked towards the door still holding it in her hand, as she passed by my side she paused for a second and smiled "Of course, she is very good at tenderising tasty little morsels" she threw the other piece into her mouth and continued as Scarlet laughed uproariously, my face turning bright red. I said nothing and just finished my toast. Scarlet didn't say anything either and left shortly afterwards, the foxes had comparatively large maws and devoured their food quickly. I made myself a quick cup of tea and drank it quietly as I finished my second piece. This was all rather exhausting, I couldn't deny at least silently to myself, that it had all been highly pleasurable but I was not sure I could handle this every day for 3 weeks!
I stopped at a small cupboard on the way to the lobby. These cleaning closets were distributed throughout the mansion and contained a variety of house-keeping materials. I took a feather duster, a carpet beater, mop and bucket. I used the mop bucket to carry the variety of cleaning fluids, cloths and polishes I would need. The lobby itself consisted of a large tiled area with a number of plush looking rugs dotted about. A variety of stands had expensive looking vases upon them though they contained no flowers.
Ok best get started. I rolled up the large rugs and lifted them out one by one to the back garden, throwing them over washing lines that perched in a small lawn off to the side. Moving these rugs should really have been a 2 man job but with my increased strength I had no problems at all, I thought my strength actually might be a little beyond what was possible for a human, it gave me a strange thrill as I considered that it was almost like having a minor super-power. Moving the rugs still took some time however, because the garden was quite a distance from the front lobby but my knowledge told me it was the first step of this task and had to be done. The second thing I did was clean and dust the walls, vases and tables. In the case of the tables that involved furniture polish and a microfiber cloth. I knew that while I was doing this, I was pushing my ass out in a ridiculous way but unfortunately I didn't know any other way to do it. The only person to pass through while I was working was a security guard, who ignored me, so I guess it didn't really matter too much.
Next, I mopped the floor. This was a large area and I did it surprisingly quickly. I'd been working for a couple of hours now and I did not feel even slightly tired, this body really was incredible. Once I completed my mopping, I grabbed the carpet beater and headed back to the garden. I spent a good 20 minutes just beating the crap out of these things, it was surprisingly cathartic and by the end of it, I felt significantly more relaxed.
I smiled slightly and left the carpets hanging there while I headed back to the lobby. I popped into another one of those house-keeping closets en-route and grabbed some floor wax as well as a large square polishing mop. This task took a while but by the time I was finished the floor was gleaming. I took quite a bit of pride in a job well done and I started gathering the materials up, I returned them to their cupboards on my way to collect the rugs.
I finished a little early, so I swung by the servant's kitchen to enjoy another cup of tea. As I sat in silence, enjoying the aroma, I considered how much I had actually enjoyed cleaning the lobby. It had helped, obviously, that I had been given the exact knowledge I needed to do it but I had followed the steps and it had turned out well. I finished my tea with a comfortable sigh, placing the cup down, this really wasn't so bad. Even dealing with the lusty maids in retrospect wasn't the worst, I mean, to many this might seem like a dream. I coloured thinking about it, still, I wish they would ask first before using me as their toy.
I headed along to the morning kitchen and looked around. It almost looked like a restaurant kitchen, it was crazy. Multiple ovens, at least a dozen hobs and according to my memories that thick white door led to a freezer room. I quickly moved up to a table which sat near the entrance and opened a forest-green folder which I knew contained the meal schedule. 'Bruschetta' today it seemed. I checked my memories and sure enough I knew how to make that, it was actually fairly simple, before, I couldn't reliably make toast without burning it. This would be interesting.
I grabbed the various ingredients from where I instinctively knew they were. According to the schedule book I was to make enough for Master, the maids and 12 security guards. I had around an hour, which I estimated should be sufficient. I started by slicing the crusty bread up thickly. It smelled rather wonderful and I suspected that Silver may have baked it this morning. I toasted the bread and then seasoned it with garlic, salt and pepper. Well, I thought, it's already the best toast I have ever made.
While this happened, I had a small frying pan going filled with fresh prawns, which I was sautéing with mustard seeds and garlic. I chopped up cherry tomatoes and then threw some chopped onion in with the prawns.
I dropped the heat and added the chopped tomatoes to caramelise slightly before drenching the entire mix in olive oil and spooning it on to my prepared toast.
I looked at my creation with shock, I could not believe I had made this. It looked amazing, I just wanted to eat it all but this was not just for me. The other maids filtered in at this point, just on time and I saw Ruby and Scarlet sniff the air. "Mmmm, Nya. Smells great!" came Silvers voice. She moved over towards me and glanced at the bruschetta. She grabbed my shoulders and gave me an affectionate hug "What a great job, Fifi. Well done! Nya"
She quickly placed a couple dozen on to several serving platters and handed them to the foxes "Take these to the security guards" they just nodded and disappeared from the kitchen, their tails swaying hypnotically with each step. She placed two more on a smaller, though far fancier platter. That she handed to me with a smile "The master is in the small conservatory, Nya. I will place the rest of these in the oven to keep warm and we will eat when everyone gets back"
I nodded my head slightly with a smile. Silvers hug had been genuinely affectionate rather than erotic and it had felt like the highest praise. I was actually shaking slightly and I felt a blissful happiness. "Oui...Oui Madam. I will attend to Master" I took the plater and started working my way to the small conservatory. It was not too far from here and I found Master reclining in an easy chair reading a book about American politics. He looked up at me as I entered, closing his book over with a gentle snap.
"Ah Fifi" came that deep, resonant voice "For me? You shouldn't have" he chuckled slightly and took the tray from me, lifting one of the bruschetta and biting into it "Hmm, Did you make this?" I nodded feeling a little shy "Ah. Oui, Master" he smiled slightly and slapped his hand against his thigh "It's excellent, come sit down, take a moment. I want to talk"
I stared at his lap nervously, he wanted me to sit there? My skirt wasn't long enough to cover my ass. Still, I had expected something like this, Silver had basically warned me. "Oui, Master" I said, slightly unsure and I moved over and perched myself on his lap. I had planned to do it in the least erotic way possible, as if I was simply sitting on a chair but with my altered instincts and memories this simply wasn't possible and I pushed my rather prestigious ass right into his groin, my tail flopping past his side. He grinned slightly and rubbed my thigh gently with his hand.
"How are you fitting in Fifi?"
"Ah the girls are, uhm, very nice. Zey 'ave been looking after me" I said in a slightly nervous tone
He gave a rumbling laugh "Oh I am sure they have. They can be rather...hands on, you aren't being overwhelmed?"
I could feel his breath on my neck and I shifted again. Was I being overwhelmed? "Ah...well..zat ees true, but I zink they uhm...mean well?"
He gave another laugh and then gently pushed me off his lap, back on to my feet "Oh I think you are being rather generous" he was looking at me with well-disguised arousal though hints bled through and I suspected part of the reason he pushed me off was to prevent me from feeling the one part of him where it wouldn't be so, well disguised. He gave me a warm smile with only a hint of lust "I won't make you do anything you don't want to, them? Well, costume or not, I have learned it is not clever to come between two beautiful girls." He paused and looked back "You really did come out well, Fifi. Your costume has been in design for some time, I think it might be my finest yet"
I really wasn't sure how to react to that but I believed him about not forcing me to do anything, though, that did imply that he wanted to. I gulped slightly and just bowed my head "Oui Master, Merci"
"Thank you for the Bruschetta, please return and enjoy the rest of your day"
I made my exit and walked back to the kitchen, trying to decide how that meeting affected my opinion of the Master. I returned to find the foxes had already returned from their own rounds. The second Silver saw me she started laying my food out onto plates and handed them out "Merci, Madam" I said before taking a bite. My eyes watered, wow it was good. Like nothing I had ever made before.
"Fifi is a pretty good cook!" said Ruby as she devoured her own "Not obsessed with Fish either"
Silver flashed her a dangerous grin "Oh? what would you prefer, fox? Perhaps you would rather I served the bones in a bin for you to forage through, Nya?"
Scarlet barked a laugh "Oh, you know she fell that day, you didn't put any urges like that into us" she gave a slightly dangerous smile "I think you know what would happen if you did, besides we like the fish, just...maybe not every day?"
Silver's dangerous grin widened a little "Nya? Are you threatening your Mistress foxes? Perhaps you need a little reminder of who is in charge? Foxes can be punished too" my cheeks reddened a little at the thought of my Madam's punishment.
Ruby snorted "Oh we don't have time for your 'punishments' you lusty cat. We have way too much work to do" she stuck her tongue out slightly "But later, maybe"
Silver waved them away "Well if you have so much work to do you had best get to it , Nya?" the foxes giggled and filtered out the room. I finished up my own lunch and placed the plate down.
"I need to go into town, Nya" said Silver. She looked around "This place isn't too bad, It will probably only take you a couple of hours. You can rest, Nya, until dinner after that"
I nodded "Oui, Madam." She gave me a smile and left, I decided to make a cup of tea and took a few minutes, quietly, before I started to clean.
The kitchen in some ways was a simpler task. Everything I needed to clean was already in here in an adjoined cupboard. I removed a variety of polishes, bleaches and cloths. The process of cleaning was rather mindless, it didn't really require any thought and yet in its own way, it was very engaging. I knew that the entire kitchen did not need to be cleaned. I started off by cleaning and then polishing all the granite work surfaces. I then gave some special attention to the sections I had personally used. The grill I had used to toast, the oven that had been used to keep it all warm and the hob id cooked the topping on.
Finally I mopped down the floor and put the materials away in the cupboard. It had barely taken 2 hours and I had at least 4 more until dinner. It seemed like there should be more work to do but I supposed the mansion was rather under occupied and they probably wanted to start me off easy.
I started making my way back to my room wondering who I might need to speak to in order to get the Wi-Fi password. I had barely got half way there when a familiar scent floated to my nose: a lavender scented perfume. My reactions were nowhere near fast enough however to prevent Ruby from pinning me lightly to the wall.
I smiled slightly nervously at her "Ah, Ruby. Uhm...'ow are you?" Pinned was perhaps a strong word. I was standing against the wall and she was standing in front of me with both arms outstretched pressed against the surface on either side of my shoulders, had I really wanted to, I could have ducked under.
She shuffled slightly from foot to foot and made a noise I could only describe as a squeal "Oh, Fifi, I love your accent so much. It really gets my blood going"
How are you supposed to respond to that? I felt my own crotch react to her heaving body standing so close. I was shifting my hips slightly as well, this was ridiculous. "Ah, well...merci mademoiselle but eet was Madam Silver who did eet"
She pushed in closer until our breasts were squeezing together erotically "Well that's true, Mistress does have great taste" she leaned in and kissed me. I should have been expecting it but it still caught me by surprised and my mouth hung slightly open as she withdrew. Damn, this body got horny easily "And from what I can see from your laundry, she had more than just a taste of you this morning"
I blushed brightly "I was...I was late and she uhm"
Ruby giggled slightly and pushed in closer, her legs wrapping around mine, her pussy was now squeezed up against my own, grinding lightly. Her voice was hot and heavy and her breathing was slightly laboured "I already knew" she said in a low, lusty voice "We could all hear you, you are quite the screamer Fifi"
I writhed in arousal, damn it, this fox really could do anything she wanted to me, I wanted her to do anything she wanted to me. All these jumbled, conflicting thoughts had me deeply embarrassed and it showed on my face "Uhm, uhm, s...she was quite rough..."
Ruby laughed and suddenly pulled back leaving me with the greatest case of blue balls I had ever had, well not...balls but you get the idea "Her tail right? It's her special move" she giggled lustily and I just stood rubbing my thighs together panting. "She does that, ours are a little too thick unfortunately, hey, you did a really good job on lunch. Since you're not doing anything, do you wanna come help me prepare dinner? Meet me in the Front kitchen in an hour, kay?"
I just nodded, mouth, still a little agape, eyes, a little unfocused. She gave a small wave and giggled as she walked away. As soon as she was around the corner, I fell to my knees and started masturbating. One hand was roaming under my panties while the other was massaging heavily at my swollen breasts. That damn fox, what a tease. I was so horny and I needed relief. I should have gone to my room first but I couldn't. I just kneeled with one hand shoved unceremoniously up my pussy while my other had quickly undone my blouse buttons to release my heaving bosom which I was squeezing and massaging. This was not my proudest moment.
It didn't take me long to cum and although I tried to stay quiet, loud moans of arousal echoed down the corridors as I orgasmed loudly and messily.
I sat on my knees panting and looked down, fuck! That was the second time the fox had caused me to make a mess in a corridor. I pulled myself unsteadily to my feet and with a face like fire, ran to the nearest cleaning cupboard and grabbed a mop and bucket.
Barely 15 minutes later and a quick diversion via the servant's kitchen I was sitting in my room nursing a cup of tea. At this rate, I was going to have more sex in my first week than the rest of my life put together. Well, did that count as sex? I mean, if we counted masturbation then the rest of my life definitely won. Uhm, actually, perhaps you don't really need to know that.
I sighed slightly, panting, calming down. Tea always calmed me and it was not unusual for me to drink rather a lot in any given day. I looked up and realised that someone had replaced all my sheets, remaking my bed expertly. All my makeup had been put away as well and the bathroom had been cleaned. I guess that had been Ruby. I frowned slightly thinking about the fox. What did I actually think about her? She was very sexually aggressive and she had been treating me rather like her toy but then, had I not already accepted that some, fairly significant part of me was enjoying that? And wasn't I just angry because she *hadn't* finished groping me? I finished my tea and sighed slightly examining my appearance in the mirror. Oh, I could take the time to do my nails before I went down to see Ruby.
I blinked slightly, I guess that meant I had decided I was going to help her out after all. I gave a small smile, how I felt about Ruby was complicated but I think that despite everything, I did like her. I grabbed the black polish and paused before placing it down and grabbing the red instead. I quickly and expertly applied the ruby lacquer before changing my panties, giving my shoes a quick polish and heading down to meet Ruby.
The fox was already there, bent over next to the fridge, pulling out ingredients, her ass was pushed out in an unnecessarily erotic way and I blushed, a mixture of enjoyment at the sight and embarrassment at the fact that this was likely my own profile when bending over too. "Uhm, what are we making" I asked.
She gave a small squeal and banged her head off the top of the fridge which made me wince slightly but she looked up at me as if it nothing had happened with a big smile on her face "Lamb Stew" she said. I looked at the counter and she had already placed most of the needed ingredients out. Much like the Bruschetta, the recipe had been preprogramed into my brain. "I am glad you came, Fifi. This will be much more fun with the two of us"
I blushed slightly, wondering exactly what kind of fun she might be talking about. "Ah...Oui, eet should be easy with the two of us" I smiled slightly "I will get the vegetables, you get the meat?"
Ruby nodded "Sure!" We worked in silence for a while though Ruby sneaked obvious, sideway glances at me throughout the preparation. I was starting to get the impression that this was more than the general lewdness that underpinned this place. I think Ruby liked me, I mean her sister, was it actually her sister? Anyway, Scarlet had not been nearly as aggressive.
Soon, Ruby had the lamb chopped, seasoned and coated in flour and had it roasting in several casserole tins. I on the other hand, had onions, carrots and mushrooms, chopped up in small bowls ready to go.
I started caramelizing the onions while Ruby prepared a stock of goose fat, olive oil and red wine. I got used to her glances rather quickly and in fact her presence was becoming oddly pleasing. I could hear her breath, I could hear her clothing shifting lightly against her body as she moved and I could hear the soft thrum of her heartbeat. I could sense her presence in a way that my human senses would just not have been capable of and her presence had a weight that was just...comforting.
I added garlic to my caramelising onions and chopped up some potatoes while the flavour slowly diffused. Soon we combined it all together in the casserole tins and after lidding them, placed them in the oven. I was surprised at just how heavy they were, I mean lifting them wasn't hard but the weight still surprised me.
Ruby gave a smile "Good work Fifi, well, we need to leave these for 2 hours, so let's clean up and then we can take it easy"
I nodded with a smile, feeling calm and serene. I was discovering that now I knew how to do it, I was finding cooking really very pleasurable. We started clearing away the plates and I found myself leaning against Ruby a little as we were cleaning dishes at the sink together. She was warm and pleasant and...maybe, I liked Ruby a little too. "uhm Ruby?" I asked my face feeling warm.
"Yes Fifi?"
"Do you know the Wi-Fi password?"
She laughed uproariously and placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing it "Its passwordnya with the p and the nya in capital letters, Mistress Silver set it up" I just blinked, paused for a second and started laughing too, I couldn't stop. I think that was the moment I decided that I was definitely going to stay.
I spent a couple of hours browsing the internet before meeting up for dinner, The foxes took the stew to the guards and Master this time and I ate with Silver in the servants kitchen. The stew was fantastic, rich and hearty but in a rather unpretentious way. I wouldn't have expected someone so wealthy to eat food like this but I wasn't going to complain.
As I finished my dinner, I yawned loudly. Today had taken rather a lot more out of me than I expected. Silver gave me a knowing smile "The first few days you might find it hard, Nya. You might feel like you have adapted but in all sorts of subtle ways, your mind is still working out how your new body works." she placed a hand on my arm "You should get some rest, Nya. Within a few days, you will find things get much easier."
She leaned back and her smile which had been affectionate, lacking any trace of lust, suddenly, gained a taunting, lewd tone. "And don't be late tomorrow Nya, I might have to punish you again"
I nodded quickly "Oui Madam, I won't"
I made a quick cup of tea and retired to my chambers. I spent a little bit of time removing my makeup. I had to be careful because a lot of the solvents that people might normally use, could damage my fur but fortunately, all the expertise I required, had been granted. I finished my tea and spent an hour or so on the internet before heading to bed. What a crazy day, part of me was scared to see what tomorrow had in store for me but honestly? The part of me that was excited was much larger.
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Trevor's Trials, Volume 1 - Swim Class by Incognito Pichu
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#1 of Trevor's Trials A young adult wolf, with a class of cubs eager to learn to swim. What could possibly happen? - Disclaimer: This story contains themes of hyper-endowed cubs and incest as well as explicit descriptions of sexual acts between males, several of them underage. If any of that offends
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"Anal",
"Cub",
"Cub Domination",
"Doggystyle",
"Domination/Submission",
"First Person",
"First Time",
"Fox",
"Gay",
"Hyper",
"Hyper Cub",
"Incest",
"Knot",
"Male/Male",
"Male/Male/Male",
"Mouse",
"Oral",
"Rabbit",
"Role Reversal",
"Semi-NC",
"Sheath",
"Size Difference",
"Underage",
"Wolf"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148303-trevor-s-trials-volume-1-swim-class
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Disclaimer: This story contains themes of hyper-endowed cubs and incest as well as explicit descriptions of sexual acts between males, several of them underage. If any of that offends you, I suggest you not read any further.
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Trevor's Trials - Volume One Swim Class
Saturday, October 24th 2:50 PM
My name is Trevor, Trevor Haverton. I'm a 19-year old gray-furred wolf, although most of my friends and relatives tell me I can pass for 14 or 15 easy. I'm always the youngest looking and shortest in every group, team, or class that I'm a part of, it gets kind of annoying at times. Although I suppose it's somewhat of a blessing as well.
Due to my appearance I come off as very non-threatening, very unintimidating to most others, and as a wolf that's not something that's exactly common. It's particularly helpful for me, as I generally work with cubs. I've been cubsitting since I was 14, tutoring since junior year in high school, and most recently, giving swimming lessons. For all the the aforementioned jobs, it's useful that the cubs aren't terrified of you.
"Alright guys, you all did great today!" I called in my pupils. "we're all done for the day, everyone go shower the pool water off, dry off, and get dressed. Don't take off by yourselves, We'll walk out together in 10 minutes!"
My class was small, only four students. Though understandable as it was my first time running a class, and the only promotion I really had was word-of-mouth from my previous services. I had permission to run my classes at the high school pool facilities on Saturdays, and all four of my pupils lived less than a block away. It wouldn't surprise me if simple convenience was the deciding factor in their parents even considering signing the cubs up.
The first out of the pool was Avery Randell, a 10-year old fox boy. I had actually known Avery for years. Our parents are friends, and back when he was 5 I ended up watching him fairly regularly. That's actually what got me into the cubsitting business in the first place. He's nine years my junior, so we're not exactly best friends, but he's pleasant to have around, kind of like a little cousin to me.
Next heading back to the showers were Barry and Terry Winsmith. If it's not glaringly obvious by the names, they're twins, light gray-furred mouse brothers to be specific. Like Avery, they're 10-years old, though unlike most mice, they're fairly tall, standing about half-a-head taller than Avery. Standing adjacent to me they measure about up to my nose. Though that's not saying much, considering my unimpressive stature.
Finally heading back was Mykell Barton, A white-furred rabbit. He's the youngest of the group, at only nine years old. Myke however could probably pass as the oldest of the group, if for no other reason than his impressive muscle development. He's not "super-ripped" or anything like that, but he's quite lean with no real baby fat on him, and a very slight six-pack starting to form.
I watched as all four of the boys made their way into the locker room. Now, I'm new at this "teaching" thing, but I'm feel that an adult going into the same shower at the same time as a bunch of naked cubs is probably frowned upon. "Maybe next time I'll just stay out of the actual pool and give instructions..." I glanced towards the girls locker room and shrugged "Why not...? A shower is a shower." Making sure to avoid the boys shower, I grabbed my stuff from the locker room, and headed towards the girls locker room showers.
I couldn't help but feel anxious being in the girls locker room. Even though it was Saturday, and outside of the cubs in the other showers, there was nobody else in the building, it still felt like I was doing something wrong. That feeling soon started to fade though, as the warm water felt good as it cascaded over me. I started to motion to remove my trunks, but stopped short as I though I heard a noise coming from just outside the shower.
"Ugh... Why am I so paranoid...?" I stepped over and glanced around the corner, seeing no sign of anyone I sighed to myself and stepped back towards the shower.
"...Hurry, we don't really have time..."
My ears perked up, I know I heard someone that time... Maybe a student that snuck in to get something from her gym locker?
I stepped out into the locker room, trying to be as silent as possible. Even though I was the one with actual permission to be in the building, I would still rather not be branded as some deviant, lurking around the girls locker room half-naked... A rumor like that could completely ruin any credibility I have as someone that works with cubs.
I got to the second row of lockers, and peeked around the corner, sitting on the bench I saw a long mouse tail. I let out a sigh of relief "Just the Winsmith twins" I thought to myself. I composed myself to step over to them and see what was going on, but before stepping into their field of view I saw what exactly they were doing and stopped in my tracks. One of the twins was sitting on the bench with his back towards me, while the other one's head was bobbing up and down in his lap...
I ducked back behind the locker, my eyes had to be as big as dinner plates, and my heart was pounding faster than a drumroll. The same question echoed over and over in my head "What the hell do I do in this situation!?!" I can't just ignore it obviously, but do I interject? Do I just move away and alert their parents? Do I... wait for them to finish...?
"Ohh!"
I snapped back to the present at the sound of one of the boys letting out a moan. I turned my head slightly, just enough to be able to see the action out of the corner of my eye. The boys were still going at it... "I shouldn't be watching this, I should be stopping this, I should... I should..." That's when I realized, my hand was down my swim trunks...
"See guys! I told you Trevs thinks you're hot!"
My head snapped around as fast as lightning, and standing there right behind me was Avery. Standing there with a familiar smile on his face, acting like this whole situation wasn't some crazy horrifying nightmare. "They thought you wouldn't be into it. I told 'em they were super hot though!" I swung my head back around to see both mouse boys with blank looks on their faces, staring at me. I wanted to say something, to at least offer some kind of explanation, or to get control of the situation, but my brain was still about 5 minutes behind, struggling to comprehend the situation. The twin that was still in between the other boy's legs spoke first.
"Umm, Trevor... You didn't have to spy... You could have joined us..."
I felt my jaw dropping as I finally managed to somewhat force the speech center of my brain to work.
"No, I didn't want to.... I mean, I... was just trying to..."
The other twin was the next to speak up, "You didn't want to join? You just wanted to watch us...?"
"No! No! I didn't want to watch you! I just didn't know what to say! I mean, I never... I don't know..."
Still stunned by the whole circumstance, I was not fully able to articulate what I wanted to say, not that I even really knew what I wanted to say... My mind was still attempting to figure out the proper action to take. I had never contemplated discovering a 10-year old boy blowing his twin brother...
All four of us stood there in awkward silence for several seconds that felt like hours, until Avery finally spoke up.
"Oh, I get it!" The boy's smile curled a bit as he let out a slight giggle. "Trevs didn't want to watch, he wanted to join, but... he's never done IT before!" stifling another giggle he turned to look at me "That's it, right Trevs?"
"What?!" I screamed in my head. How was this escalating?! I mean, Avery was right in his assumption that I had never done "IT", but that was not the explanation I was looking to give.
I turned back to the two mouse boys, "Barry, Terry, I..." I was interrupted by a grasp around my midsection, Avery hugging me from behind, his familiar smile back on his face. "Don't worry Trevs! It's easy, we'll show you!" With that I felt Avery hands grab my trunks, and in one quick motion, they were down past my knees.
Caught off-guard by Avery's sneak attack, I tried to quickly maneuver and grab my trunks, but instead ended up stumbling backward, and banging my head on a locker, nothing particularly painful, but left me stunned for a moment. Now sitting on the floor with my head against the lockers, I looked up to try and grab my trunks and somewhat salvage my dignity, when I was met with a sight that left me frozen in awe. Avery had lowered his trunks... and an absurdly large dick was unsheathing from between his legs.
It felt like time had stopped as this ridiculous sight filled my field of vision. I had known this kid since before he could talk, and suddenly my mind is running at light-speed trying to resolve how this was even possible... I had never had to give the boy a bath, never helped him change clothes, never wrestled or done anything else that may have resulted in contact with unintended body areas... Hell, until this swimming class, I had never even seen him shirtless.
I couldn't believe what was happening literally inches from my face at least 7 inches of ludicrously thick fox dick had emerged from this 10-year old's sheathe, and it looked like there was plenty more to go.
"First you need to get me nice and slick. Just do what Barry was doing."
"B-Barry...?" I glanced over, not sure which twin was which. My mind, still unable to keep up with everything that was transpiring finally clicked as to what I was expected to do. I turned back to Avery, realizing that this was likely my last chance to defuse the unfolding situation, opened my mouth to speak, which may not have been the best idea.
"WHA--MMPHH"
Before I could even finish the word, the tip of Avery's dick was rubbing against the back of my throat.
Small hands grasped my head right behind my ears, as Avery's hips started moving, ever so slightly. "Good, now use your tongue too, try to get the whole thing wet." The boy's instructions continued as he lightly thrusted into my maw. The tip tapped the back of my throat again, the boy's length was filling my entire mouth, but the scary thing was that over half of the tremendous tool was still beyond the reach of my lips. Not to mention... it was still extending from his sheathe.
"Yeah... ooh, you're already good at this Trevs..." The boy's hand behind my ear started a light scratching motion in time with his hip gyrations, the boy had a talent for this. My toes curled as I melted into the fuzzy feeling of him caressing my ear. Noticing a slight sweet taste emerging, I started motioning my tongue around the tip, that is... whenever it wasn't threatening to pop into my throat...
I moved my right hand up to Avery's hip, lightly caressing his behind as I continued my sucking motions, until the entire length was suddenly removed from my mouth and pressed against my face, the vision from my left eye completely obscured by the giant spire resting over it.
"I'm almost ready, use your tongue to get the rest. I don't think you'll be able to fit the whole thing."
Before he could even finish the sentence, I was bathing the monstrous length with my tongue, lapping at as much of it as I could. My face starting to get drenched due to the obscene amount of pre leaking from Avery's tip, but I didn't care... I needed more, I needed more of Avery's... "WAIT! WHAT?!?"
I had the opportunity to push the boy away, to end this whole thing... but here I was, cupping the boy's ass, following his instruction and basically worshipping the massive piece of flesh that looked like it was FINALLY at it's full exposure. Looking to be at least 12, maybe 13 inches long, thick as a soda can, complete with a softball-sized knot at the base... attached to a boy that wasn't even old enough to see a PG-13 rated movie...
"Alright, now I can show you how..." Avery was interrupted by another voice ringing out.
"You guys in here?" Oh no... not Mykell too. Was I really going to be seen like this in front of all four of the cubs that I was supposed to be in-charge of?
"Yeah Myke, over here!" On of the twins called the rabbit boy over. "You guys, what's the hold up? It's already been 15..." Walking around the corner, he took a moment to process the scene he just walked in on. "What the heck guys? Why didn't anyone let me know?" and with that, the boy immediately started disrobing.
"I call next!" He declared, shirt halfway off of his torso.
"What? No way!" "You always take too long!" The mouse brothers each objected.
"So what? You guys owe me for not even letting me know!"
Feeling a chance to take advantage of the argument between the boys, I motioned my body along the lockers pulling my face away from the towering dick that was resting against it. With the fur on the entire left side of my face matted down, and even dripping with a combination of my saliva and Avery's impossible amount of pre, I could barely see out of my left eye. As I maneuvered away, I tried to wipe enough of it off so that I could at least see where I was moving. If I had wiped it off quicker, I may have been able to see the open locker that I just banged into.
Like before, the collision did not cause any discernible pain, but it threw me off-balance, I reached to the ground to steady myself with my hand.... The same hand that was now soaked in pre from wiping my face off. As one can imagine, it didn't help much. I faceplanted, barely a foot away from where I was just sitting.
As I struggled to get back up to my feet, I felt familiar small hands on my waist. "Hold still, let me help." It was then when I felt something very warm on my behind, and I realized that I was currently on my hands and knees, Avery was standing behind me with his dick pressed under my tail.
This was actually going to happen, wasn't it?
Time stood still as I was stretched wide. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. Avery was inside me. "Wow, you're really tight!" There was undoubtedly a hint of elation in his voice, he was most certainly feeling a great amount of pleasure from this. I on the other hand, fell nothing but a sharp ache in my hindquarters. "Alright, that was the tip, I'm gonna start now, okay?" He was going to START?! I already felt like I couldn't take anything more, and he hadn't even began yet.
His grasp on my hips tightened a bit as he started pressing into me, he was about 4 inches deep, when he pulled back out until just the tip remained, and thrusted back in, just slightly deeper this time, before repeating the action again. Which each thrust I could feel him spurting more and more pre-cum into me, so much that I could feel it leaking out of me, and running down the back of my legs.
Upon one particularly sharp thrust I winced a bit and squeezed down on closest thing that my hand could reach, which happened to be a pair of briefs which was apparently on the floor. Realizing what I was holding, I glanced upward, and for the second time, I was completely floored by the sight.
Mykell had finished undressing, and the rabbit now stood completely nude still having a heated discussion with Barry and Terry, all three of them sporting erections, all of which rivaled the size of the one that was currently rearranging my organs.
I searched my mind for answers, was this just "a thing" now? Was this just the new average size? There was no way that a grade-school cub should be anywhere close to that size, let alone FOUR of them!
"Nnggh!"
A particularly loud grunt by Avery returned my attention to the event happening inside me. The sharp pain from being stretched so wide was still present, but there was something else this time. It was as if Avery hit something inside of me, as a strong sensation echoed through my entire body, and all my senses were overcome with resounding pleasure.
A split-second later, another thrust from Avery was all it took. The same spike of comfort filled my body, and I fell myself climax, spraying my seed onto the floor below.
"Hey cool, you're a quick learner!" Avery chimed in noticing that I had just made a mess on the floor. "I'm gonna speed up a little, just relax into it, okay?" Stil basking in the glow of an exceptionally intense orgasm, I mindlessly nodded, barely hearing anything past my own heartbeat. That feeling however, was short-lived, as Avery picked up the pace.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
I was suddenly struggling to keep balanced, as the boy's gentle thrusts turned into a proper fucking.
Avery was pounding my mercilessly, driving his entire shaft into me up to the knot, and at several times the pace as he was a few moments ago. I could feel the giant knot threatening with every press against my pucker continuously try to tear me open, but despite this, the pleasure remained. constant shots of bliss overwhelming me
Meanwhile, Mykell and the twins had apparently resolved their disagreement, as I looked up to see an illogically large glistening mouse dick an inch from my nose. "I'm already close from Barry's mouth, so this won't take long." As he took a step forward and inserted himself into my accepting mouth.
He wasn't as thick as Avery, and he was maybe an inch or two shorter, but his size still well beyond exceptional, and just like his fox friend, I hadn't even taken half of the mouse's length before it was pressing uncomfortably again the back of my throat.
"Aww, that's all you can take?" The mouse seemed a bit disappointed as he held me behind the ears trying to get a little deeper into my throat. "I guess it's alright, just use your tongue more." I obliviously obeyed the command, still unable to focus on anything except the perpetual waves of pleasure radiating though me from Avery's ministrations.
The fox boy jack-hammered my pleasure center into oblivion, even though I had just blown my load minutes ago, I felt it welling back up. My own wolfhood was already back at it's full mast of three inches, and it wouldn't take much more to set me off again.
I slipped the mouse dick out from my mouth to lick over the sides, trying to taste as much of him as I could, before returning to the tip. His hip motions were become erratic, he was getting very close.
"Hey don't..." The mouse boy seemed suddenly concerned with something, did I do something wrong or uncomfortable?
"I... I'm too close..." Avery responded, but what was he talking about? Too close to what?
\*POP\*
I felt it stretch me wider than what should have been possible, Avery had just tied me...
I took in a sudden large gasp of breath at the surprise intrusion, opening my throat wide, and of course that was the exact moment that Terry decided to thrust in, reaching his climax, and delivering a thick stream of mouse cum straight down my windpipe.
\*COUGH\* \*COUGH\* \*HACK\* \*COUGH\*
I gasped for breath, coughing uncontrollably for a few seconds, my body instinctively trying to expel the foreign substance from my lungs. Terry's shaft still erupting his fluids as the dick fell from my mouth, the heavy stream instead splashing all over my face, almost completely covering it. With my own orgasms generally being nothing more than a quick spurt and maybe a few oozing drops, I couldn't even imagine a cumshot rivaling that volume. I wasn't aware that I was mere seconds away from experiencing it again.
"Ohh... Trev... get ready... I'm about... a-about to..."
The feeling of absolute fullness was unbearable, but at the same time, euphoric. Avery was painting my insides with thick ropes of his sperm. He pressed his chest to my back as he continued to thrust his hips what little he could while still locked inside me. At the same time, I also reached my second climax, the rush of bliss spreading through my body once again. With the added weight of Avery now lying on my back, I was unable to keep my composure and collapsed.
Avery continued to fill me for nearly a full minute, leaving me with a slight belly-bulge as none of the seed could escape past his massive knot.
"Dammit Avery, you knotted! Now nobody else gets a turn!" Terry seemed a bit annoyed at the situation.
Avery, still breathing heavily against my back responded, sounding disinterested. "What do you care? You got off in his mouth!" He turned his head to look over at the other boys, both looked a bit bothered, their unattended members still standing tall. "Sorry guys, it was his first time, he needs a break anyway."
Mykell rolled hit eyes at Avery's comment. "Yeah, whatever... We were gonna do each other anyway..."
Avery seemed satisfied at the response, as he laid his head down on my back again.
I yawned and started to drift, my wolfhood starting to retreat back into its sheath, Avery's heartbeat against my back, and his powerful shaft still locked inside, keeping me feeling so satisfyingly full.
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"Ugh..."
I woke up sore. Noticing that none of the boys were around, I climbed to my feet, legs still feeling a bit weak. My trunks were back on me, and the bag with all my clothes in it as sitting on the bench nearby. I stepped over to my bag and fished my phone out of the pocket.
"4:03..." Class had ended just before 3:00, so I had been asleep for... I don't even know... The whole ordeal that I had just experienced all seemed like a blur. Maybe it took the full hour, maybe it only took a few minutes, or maybe it hadn't even happened at all. Although, the slight bulge that remained in my belly and the dull ache in my backside kind of attest against that last possibility.
Still trying to make sense of what happened, I got dressed, shut off the showers at lights and headed out of facilities, only to be met with the four boys sitting out in the lobby waiting patiently.
"You.. You guys waited?"
"Well, yeah..." one of the mouse boys responded, his brother chiming in right after, "You told us not to leave alone, right?"
I guess I was taken aback a little that the boys followed my instruction. "Er... Yeah, I did. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"No problem." Mykell said as he stood up ready to leave.
"Yeah, you weren't that long anyway!" Avery's cheerful voice chimed in as well. "It was fun! When is the next lesson?"
The question provoked a little more thought than it should have. Was I even going to be able to continue with these cubs? After the situation that just occurred, I obviously wouldn't be able to even look at any of these boys the same way again, and I doubt they'd be able to do the same with me. Could I even get past this? Based on the way I handled the situation, am I even cut out for this? And most importantly, was this going to happen again...?
"Well, your parents signed you up for a class on every Saturday. So, same time next week, I suppose."
I guess I'll find out.
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A good nigth by Janus Oberoth
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#3 of Full Circle Skippy takes to Faith for a walk in the town, for everyone is clear the interes of him in the girl. Little John has special talk with skippy while Robin and Marian can enjoy a good swinger experiencie with Little John's parents - The following day Little John wakes up slowly
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The following day Little John wakes up slowly feeling that his balls make contact with the ass of his mother, the bear yawns lightly and looks in silence at the female at his side.
He had not fucked her in so many years, she was with whom he lost virginity that night and now both had spent a great night. Little John gets out of bed with care and he takes his clothes to get dressed.
The bear walks toward the door and he opens it, Little John takes out his head to see the exterior of the bedroom. He only sees that Skippy with calm and care slips out by the door of the bedroom of Marian and Robin.
The boy gets surprised and crosses looks with Little John. He smiles at the boy with complicity and Skippy smiles him moment before walking to his bedroom, Little John gets out of the bedroom and closes the door.
His steps are calmed and slow to not wake up nobody, mainly his sister.
Moments after Little John is in front of the door of his bedroom, he opens it and enters to close it behind him. It is not surprise to see his father leant backwards with his head on his hands while he enjoys a good fellatio from Ruth and Dana.
The two females lick the erection of the father of Little John. He moans and growls smoothly with pleasure, Lowell opens his eyes and notices that his son looks at him, Little John makes a funny gesture to his father.
The older bear understands and separates the two females with care. Dana and Ruth get disappointed seeing that Lowell takes his clothes and he gets dressed with a little bit of speed.
"They are incredible." Lowell says when he passes close to his son and gets out of the bedroom closing the door. Little John smiles seeing the two women, he takes off his clothes and gets on the bed.
"I guess that you had a really good time with my father." Little John says before kissing his two women on mouth.
"It was fun, he fucks as you do." Ruth says while she takes the balls of the bear and pampers them just like her daughter. Little John leans upon his left side, he does a grin to Dana.
She smiles and rapidly she positions herself to begin to lick the balls of the bear. Little John growls with pleasure when Ruth's tongue touches his anus. The female uses her hand to raise the left gluteus of the bear to have a good access to the posterior hole.
Ruth licks with care the bear's sphincter, she moves her tongue circularly on the brown and closed hole, and the woman enjoys the taste and the grunts of pleasure of the father of her cubs.
Dana licks Little John's balls, she sucks the big furry orbs. She sees that the shaft of the bear begins to harden, it is a good moment and Dana raises her head opening her mouth to take the cock in it.
She likes the savor completely, the shaft of the bear gets cover with saliva. Dana does not surprises when Little John pushes his penis he slides in the throat of the girl, he growls feeling that muscles squeeze his manhood.
Little John moans with pleasure by the united work of mother and daughter. Ruth takes the balls of the bear from behind and she massages them slowly. The doe pushes her tongue, Little John gasps and moans with pleasure.
The woman's tongue moves in his rectum caressing his anal walls and getting them wet with warm and sticky saliva.
Dana feels as the spurts of precum sprinkle her mouth, she sucks with more eagerness the bear's palpitating cock. Little John moans and growls with more force, his pleasure grows rapidly in his body.
Little John pulls his penis out and reclines backwards almost at the same time that spurts of semen begin to be fired from the opening of his member. Dana and her mother immediately begin to lick the cock while the semen that falls sprinkles their faces.
They lick the genitals of the bear with pleasure and savor the seed that drips from the tip.
The small brooks of semen are licked rapidly.
Little John pants content while the two women continue licking his penis that keeps on going flat slowly. Ruth licks his mouth and she cleans her face just like his daughter, both lean back next to Little John.
He embraces them and kisses them on their mouth while they give the bear's balls a soft squeeze.
A couple of hours later Little John wakes up alone in his bed, he rubs eyes at the same time that he stretches his body. The bear relaxes some minutes before getting out of the bed to take his clothes and get dress.
The bear goes down to the kitchen where he finds his mother with Marian and Ruth.
The three are preparing lunch while they chat.
"Well look who woke up." Leanna says while she sees over her shoulder, Ruth and Marian smoothly smile at Little John.
"With a night like that, anyone wakes up late." Little John says while he smiles at the three women.
"Little John... I was talking with Skippy last night." Marian says turning over and looking at the bear. Little John looks closely at her expecting the following words from the vixen.
"The boy is interested in Faith." Leanna says while she looks over her shoulder to Little John.
"You do not need mention it." The bear says laughing smoothly. For each person in the castle it is obvious that the rabbit has his attention put in Faith. Little John had noticed it since the moment that both did meet.
"Well it does not seem something bad for me." Leanna says looking at her son with care.
"What we want to know is... ok that that Skippy takes Faith out for a walk." Ruth says while she looks at Little John. She saw nothing bad in the fact that her son tries to get close to the sister of the bear.
"Your dad does not seem to disagree, but we do not know what you think." Leanna says while she looks at her son.
"There is no problem, but the important thing is what Skippy has in mind." Little John says thinking how about that maybe the boy wanted to speed up the things with his sister and to make what he knows to do better.
"Great." Marian says looking at the bear mischievously. Little John goes out to the living room and finds his sister reading a book with attention.
He greets her, his sister watches him a moment with some bother and she greets him too before placing the book in a close little table and next going out to the patio.
Little John realizes that something is different in the behavior of his sis.
The bear says absolutely nothing while he goes out to the patio where he finds his father seated in a bench reading a book of the few ones that there was in the castle.
Little John sits next to his father of his father and begins to chat with him.
"Faith is a little strange this morning." Little John says looking at his father. He stops reading to watch look at him.
"We noticed it, with us is the same thing perhaps she is angry that she lost the village festivity. It was the next night from our departure, she wanted to wait before coming here." Lowell says looking at Little John.
He nods and thinks that this will be perhaps the answer to Faith's attitude.
Meanwhile close to the fountain Dana and Faith take care of Matilde that is playing with some wood boats made by hand.
"Mmmm I wanted to ask you something, if it does not bother you." Faith says looking at Dana.
She shakes her head while she has an eye put in her young sister.
"How you and my brother with your mother... kids?" Faith asks looking at the girl at her side. Dana gets surprised and says nothing for some moments while she notices that her sister is very entertaining playing as paying attention to them.
"It was in the birthday of my brother, Little John came to my brother's party, when a part of the roof collapsed, and he repaired it." Dana says while she puts her attention in Matilde when she leans forward at the fountain.
"My mother searched a way to pay the favor and well... she decided already you know..." Dana says looking at Faith. She nods while she becomes uncomfortable and blushes a bit while she nods.
"I listened her plans by chance and I hid in the cupboard, your brother discovered me... and things got out of hand rapidly." Dana says looking at Faith.
"Didn't you felt pain... with when my brother? I mean...I guess that he is big..." Faith tells shamefacedly in the meantime she sees to Dana.
"Of course, the first time hurt, but I have gotten used and to I enjoy it." Dana says while she tries not to give a lot of details to Faith. She looks intelligent, but Little John had said maybe the best is that she did not know a lot about the subject just like Matilde.
"My brother should have several women to his around, a Lord attracts many of them." Faith says while she looks at Dana. She nods in silence and smiles impishly at the other girl that also smiles.
"Does it feels so good... you know?" Faith asks looking at Dana and next to Matilde that has still fun with the toys.
"It is the best of the world." Dana responds laughing impishly. Faith blushes and nods showing up in agreement. She does not have experience on the subject.
"Do you think that my brother have interests in girls of my age? The parents of Nottingham should hide their daughters." Faith says making a grin and laughing impishly.
Dana gets surprised and also she laughs.
"I guess so... he is not exactly a typical Lord." Dana says looking at her friend. Both laugh impishly for some moments.
They stop their laugh when they listen steps that stop near them. Both girls see that it is Skippy.
Skippy feels uncomfortable and he rubs his neck while he opens his mouth.
"Hi... mmm I was wondering...perhaps you wanted to know the town." Skippy says rapidly while he tries not to stammer feeling a great shame and shaking lightly.
His heart palpitates rapidly.
Fleur gets surprised and looks at Dana. She smiles with disguise seeing that her brother is completely nervous and tense.
"Of course." Faith says looking at Skippy. He gets surprised and he feels enthusiastic completely. Faith gets close to the boy and smiles at him while she looks at him.
Skippy sees the beautiful eyes of the girl for some moments before moving.
Both walk to get to the front door, when the drawbridge gets down, Skippy stops and he gets excited seeing that Robin Hood enters riding slowly and he stops close to them.
"Hi." Robin says while he dismounts and smiles to the boy. Skippy greets him while his spongy tail moves with joy because he sees his hero again.
"Who is the young lady?" Robin says taking Faith's hand to kiss it courteously.
Faith gets surprised and she becomes uncomfortable a little while she feels nervous by the deal of the man. Skippy feels a little jealous seeing Faith's reaction.
"She is my sister, Faith." Little John's voice says from behind. Robin turns over seeing as his friend comes closer. The fox moans with pain when his friend embraces him with force, Skippy laughs smoothly.
"I remember you that you already are married." Little John at the moment of freeing his friend from the hug.
"You do not need to mention it, but both know that things are different." The fox says while he does a friendly face to his friend. Little John laughs and gives a friendly pats to Robin.
"Well... let's get inside." Little John says embracing his friend to push him toward the inside of his house. The bear does a facial expression and the carriage that is near moves to stop in front of Skippy and Faith.
"Kid... remember that you should go with care." Little John says while he looks at the rabbit.
Skippy nods and opens the carriage door for Faith. He helps to the girl before entering in the carriage too.
Little John looks over his shoulder a he looks at Garrett and he does him a facial expression in order that he keeps an eye put in the couple. The wolf nods before taking the rein and beginning to drive the carriage to the town.
The bear and his friend enter in the house with the purpose of later on entering in the kitchen, Robin is taken by surprise completely by an effusive and strong hug of Lowell.
Marian and the other ones laugh seeing that the fox lacks the air after some moments.
Lowell places Robin in the floor again and he can again breathe.
"Boy, it is good seeing you again." Lowell says while he shakes the hand of Robin with force.
"The same to you, sir." Robin says while he sees his best friend's father.
"Always with good manners." Lowell says smiling while he looks at Robin content.
"Of course like every good man." Leanna says while he looks at the fox with a pleasant and friendly smile. Robin takes his hat and bows to salute at the woman, Leanna laughs smoothly.
"You have a great fame boy." Lowell says giving two friendly pats to the fox.
Little John laughs seeing that his friend loses balance lightly, Marian comes closer and kiss her husband in the cheek while she charges little Robin in her arms.
Robin feels happy for the kiss of his wife and he deviates his attention to little cub that sucks the teat of his mother.
"What envy." Robin says while he makes out a facial expression of phony bother. They all laugh in the kitchen.
"Robin already was setting the eye on Faith." Little John says looking at his friend.
He gets surprised and he gets uncomfortable by that comment. The fox gets surprised when his friend's parents burst into laughter.
"It does not surprise... with everything that happens here." Marian says while she looks at Robin with a soft smile, Ruth and Dana laugh also seeing the attitude of the husband of Marian.
Marian feels that the suction on her nipple finishes and she looks at her cub to see that her eyes are closed. The vixen covers her tit for disappointment of Lowell.
"Bueno he his sleep, let's take him to the cradle." Marian says looking at her husband.
Robin nods and both walk toward the section of the bedrooms and they find theirs.
Robin opens the door and permits that Marian enters first, she charges the cub to the cradle and with care she leans him there.
The vixen covers his cub with a blanket and smiles just like Robin.
"Did you solve the subject in London?" Marian asks looking at her husband.
"Yes, I will give the details to you." Robin says while he catches his wife and in a fast way open he opens the front of the dress of Marian freeing her tits that bounce lightly.
"I also want a good warm milk." Robin says placing on his hands on the breasts of his wife and giving them a soft squeeze, two drops of white milk get out from the nipples.
Robin leans forward and closes his mouth around the left nipple of Marian, he sucks it smoothly, some moments later the first milk squirts gets in his mouth.
The fox savors it and continues sucking smoothly, Marian moans and pants enjoying the lips on her erect and sensitive nipple. The woman feels that her crotch begins to get wet with her juices.
Robin perceive the aroma that comes from the slit of Marian, she shakes when Robin's hand gets under her skirt and between her thighs. The fox uses his fingers to masturbate his female.
"Robin!" Marian says feeling that her slit is rubbed by the palm of the hand of her husband.
She trembles when two fingers enter in her vagina and her walls are caressed with each motion.
Robin feels that his fingers and his hand get wet with juice of his wife, the fox changes the nipple to drink more of the delicious nectar that his son enjoys every day.
Marian moans and pants with more force, her body begins to shake lightly. Her legs squeeze Robin's hand with force. Her fingers are caught in the hot and moist vagina of the vixen.
Robin stops the sucking of the nipple and he sees as she shakes with orgasmic pleasure.
Marian whimpers while she fastens her husband that does not move, Marian's juices soaks the hand of Robin.
Slowly the pleasure of the woman's orgasm disappears slowly and Robin's fingers can get out of the pink grotto of Marian. She pants rapidly and sees that Robin licks his fingers with pleasure.
"Since we are in this, Little John's father wants to spend a night with me... so I want to know, if you agree." Marian says while she recovers from the orgasm slowly.
"There is no problem... you know, but... if Leanna maybe... while you two are in... well you know, I could... make company to her." Robin says while he does a gesture to his wife.
"Do you want to fuck Leanna, huh?" Marian asks crossing arms and doing a feigned facial expression of surprise and indignation.
"Well yes... it was my fantasy since I began to masturbate." Robin says while he moans of phony pleasure. Marian laughs impishly for some moments.
"Well, it can be a quartet." She says looking at her husband with a coquettish and accessory smile. Robin smiles smoothly and embraces his wife and kisses her while he squeezes the buttocks of the vixen.
In Nottingham the carriage stops close to the main square, Garrett lets that Skippy and Faith come down from the carriage. The young wolf comes down from and sees at the distance as the two young people walk.
Skippy walks next to Faith with discomfort, he does not know what to make exactly, Faith for her part laughs internally knowing that the boy is nervous.
Both see like the people walk coming and going from one place to the other.
Skippy sees as a couple of teens pass in front of them and girls cling to the arms of the boys. The young rabbit glances furtively at Faith.
She says absolutely nothing before she clings to Skippy's arm. He gets surprised completely and he feels more content Faith smiles at him and they walk together, she feels happy next to the boy.
Faith had noticed that Skippy was interested in her, her prospect of a boyfriend would be a older one and experimented like Robin. But the fox would not clearly pay attention to her because he is married to Marian.
Some older and young men look closely at her and say hello with proper manners. Skippy feels a little upset, but he knows that he can do nothing.
"Robin is a great hero, isn't he?" Faith asks seeing an old poster of Robin nailed to a tree.
Skippy nods with enthusiasm.
"He helped the town a lot and went to my birthday party." Skippy tells with emotion in the meantime he looks at Faith.
"It is say that he is unbeatable with the arch, some people say that Robin is the best archer that exist." Faith says while she looks at Skippy while he remembers some comments that she listened from her father.
"I am also good with the arch." Skippy says proudly.
"Really?" Faith asks with certain incredulity. Certainly the boy tries to get her attention.
"I can demonstrate it." Skippy says with bother knowing that his maleness had been challenged. Skippy by chance sees a fair stall opened, it is a stall where the arch can be used.
Skippy takes Faith to the stall and pays some coins to be able to participate, he takes an arch and starts shooting to the targets. Faith's eyes open completely with surprise to see that Skippy one by one keeps on guessing right into the center of the bulls-eyes.
The owner of the stall also is surprised and he feels impotent to knowing that it would be a bad day. After some minutes after finishing his shoots, Skippy takes the rewards and turns himself to give them to Faith as gifts.
The girl gets excited while Skippy helps her to charge the rewards. She feels happy and attracted to the boy. The young rabbit with this move had won a place in the heart of the girl.
Both take a walk by the town one more hour and after they return to the carriage.
Garrett with pleasure helps the couple to put the rewards into the carriage, Skippy and Faith sit in opposed sites. The girl catches rewards and examines them feeling flattered that the boy won so many gifts for her.
The carriage moves on the way while it returns the home of Little John. When it gets there, everyone get surprised by the amount of rewards that Skippy had won for Faith.
Lowell is surprised and he looks at his son. Little John does him a gesture to tell him that he should give a chance to the boy. Lowell nods thinking that if the relation between his daughter and the boy actually takes place, it can be good for her.
It can be premature to think about that, but in future who knows it. Only time will say it.
"The boy seems to be very able with the arch." Lowell says while he looks at Skippy. He feels uncomfortable and the other ones laugh smoothly. Dana roars with laughter while Skippy looks at her with bother.
"Well he always had talent for that, I suppose that someday he would in any competition." Robin Hood says while he gives some soft pats on the shoulder of Skippy.
He smiles content, the other ones also look content. They all eat lunch pleasantly while Robin counts to Lowell some passages of his life living the forest next to Little John. The bear also contributes details to make more interesting the story.
After lunch they all relax and rest. Robin can finally rest after a long journey, Robin leans back in bed and sees the bedroom roof, and he closes his eyes while he feels tired.
The fox begins to doze in a few moments later, the male's eyes open completely and with surprise when he feels a lick on his penis.
Robin gets surprised seeing that his wife is between his legs, she smiles at him while she has his penis in his hand. In some point she had entered in the bedroom and had stimulated him.
Marian licks her husband's cock from the base to the tip, she delights in the taste of the hard meat. Robin moans with pleasure when the tongue gets to his member's tip.
The vixen licks the precum and she closes her lips around the swollen member. The female takes down her head and the hard shaft keeps on sliding in her throat, Marian's lips touch the knot.
She massages Robin's white balls while the walls of the throat of Marian squeezes his cock. The little spurts of precum spatter the throat of the vixen, she begins to move her head slowly without stopping to see her husband.
She feels as the penis enters and gets out of her throat. Her saliva drips by the shaft of Robin, the saliva gets wet the knot and balls. Robin looks at his wife while he moans, he feels as the wet mouth moves on his member.
Marian draws the penis from her mouth and licks it repeatedly, the female licks the retracted sheath for some moments before putting her attention in the testicles. She licks them slowly while her hand moves on the erection.
Robin closes his eyes and has a good time, his hard meat is caressed over and over again, and his balls are sucked smoothly. Marian sucks and pulls the two white balls.
Marian surprises Robin when she catches his hips and turns him over to place him face down. The fox growls when his wife's snout gets between his buttocks and she begins to lick his sphincter.
Robin pants and moans, his hole covers with saliva, the tip moves in circles on the brown small crease of the male. The saliva slides to the balls of the fox, he feels that his member hardens more and releases precum that get wet the bed.
Robin's eyes open when Marian pushes and the tongue penetrates into his body. Marian with pleasure moves her tongue in the rectal passage of her husband, her teeth sink in the gluteuses of Robin.
He growls with pain when his wife raises the head and obliges Robin to raise his ass. The female opens her mouth to continue touching Robin's inside using her tongue.
She intentionally puts the tip into the cracks, Robin quivers when he feels that, Marian's hand catches his cock and he masturbates him smoothly. The moans of pleasure of the fox fill the bedroom.
Robin pants in the meantime his ass is raised just like his tail giving a total access to his posterior hole. Marian feels that her husband's member throbs in her hand with force.
The female takes out her tongue from the posterior hole of the male and with her hand she aims the hard cock towards back. Robin moans when his wife's mouth surrounds his member again.
She sucks with force while her hand massages Robin's testicles and suddenly a big squirt of warm and sticky seed, cum fills her mouth. Robin growls ferociously.
The two foxes listen that Robin junior begins to cry.
"You woke him up." Marian says taking out the penis from her husband and coming down from the bed while she licks her mouth.
"You also woke me up." Robin says panting in the meantime his ass is still in the air and from his penis the semen drips and forms a white puddle in bed.
"I woke you p for something important." Marian says while she uncovers her breasts and takes the little Robin.
"Uhmmm?" Robin asks while he sits in bed and his member touches over the puddle of cum.
"You need to talk with Lowell about this night." Marian says while she turns over and places her right nipple on the lips of her cub.
"Ok I am on it." Robin says while he collects his semen from his hand and he takes it to the mouth to taste it. He uses his fingers to clean the remains of his cum and to suck them.
Robin gets ready to get out of the bedroom.
In the terrace Little John and his father are taking a glass of wine while they chat and look at Nottingham. Little John takes a sip of wine while he does a funny face to his father.
"So tell me. Do you enjoyed fucking your mom? Did she change since that time?" Lowell asks while he looks at his son. They had been commenting what happened the previous night.
"Well I guess that nothing had changed." Little John says while he laughs. Lowell also laughs and remembers that night that he found his cub fucking his own mother that was tied to the bed.
"What seems to you my women? Little John asks while he raises a wineglass.
"Dana was incredible... she is the tightest female that I have fucked, besides her milk and the one of her mother is completely delicious. Do not savor something like that since you breast-feeded from the tit of your mom and when Faith was a cub." Lowell says looking at his son.
Little John nods. The milk of the two females is as delicious as the one of Marian. The bear sees that his friend gets close to them and he seems uncomfortable.
The fox greets the two bears that greet him, Little John invites to his friend a glass of wine. Robin accepts and he sits beside Lowell.
"Well kid what happens?" Lowell asks smiling openly at the fox that watches him a moment.
"Eh uhmmm I was talking with my wife she agrees in spend the night with you." Robin says stammering with discomfort.
"Great." Lowell says pleasure of being able to have opportunity to fuck so beautiful woman.
"I was thinking perhaps... Robin stammers with discomfort. Little John smiles seeing so nervous to his friend.
"Say it." Lowell says while he smiles and looks at the fox that avoids looking at him.
"I would like... mmm... your permission... your wife... maybe...." Robin says while he rubs his hands with discomfort. Little John says nothing and tries to not laugh.
"Do you want to fuck my wife?" Lowell asks while he does a friendly face to the fox.
"Ehh yes... sir... with your permission and the one of your wife." Robin tells rapidly in the meantime he looks at Lowell.
"Leave the formalisms boy, Leanna certainly wants it. She is an incredible female in bed." Lowell says looking at Robin. He gets surprised and clears his throat, the fox had always felt a lot of respect for the parents of his friend.
"She will leave your cock sore for tomorrow. I know it." Little John says while he looks at his friend. Robin gets surprised and he gets excited, that is noticed by the bears that laugh openly.
"Marian was thinking about a foursome or something like that." Robin says while he looks at Lowell with care.
"A good orgy always is in my list of good moments." The older bear says looking at Robin.
Little John sees that his friend looks happier, they see that Leanna gets close to them.
"So you three are here." Leanna says while she does a facial expression to her friend's son.
"Leanna, this young man here says that he wants to spend a night with you." Lowell says while he looks at his wife. Robin becomes uncomfortable and embarrasses noticing that the woman looks at him.
"That is something that I will enjoy." Leanna says looking at Robin that becomes uncomfortable even more. Little John and his father laugh seeing that Robin blushes.
After the dinner they spend time side by side having fun, Marian and Faith play a chess game. Little John smiles noticing that the vixen had finally found a good rival.
In addition he sees that his sister and Skippy talk, the boy tries to entertain the girl with good stories. His parents talk with Robin and Marian.
The four laugh between sentence and sentence. Robin and his wife apparently feel comfortable with his parents. In addition Ruth and Dana weave some clothes while they exchange opinions about many things.
Little John has fun with Matilde, the girl is very happy. The bear feels happy having the cubs near, in some years they will be surrounding him asking for a playtime or toy.
The first one in falling asleep is Matilde, Ruth takes her younger daughter to her bedroom with the help of Dana. Lowell indicates Faith that also is time to fall asleep, the girl without a lot of animus says good night and she heads toward her bedroom.
Lowell and Leanna smiles at Marian and Robin, the couple of foxes gets excited because they know that it is the moment of the most interesting. Little John sees that his parents and the couple of foxes stand up and they look for a good place.
"We could use Little John's bedroom again." Lowell says looking at his wife that laughs smoothly.
"No, we already take his space a lot, let's look for another place." Leanna says while she looks at her husband with phony disapproval.
"We can use our bedroom, we brought our bed of London and it is big." Marian says while he looks at the other couple, Robin nods.
"Well then it will be in your bedroom." Lowell says looking at Robin to the two women.
Little John gets close to Skippy and places a hand on his shoulder. The boy gets surprised and startles feeling the big hand of the bear.
"Come on kid, we will talk a little." Little John says looking at Skippy with a smile. The boy swallows hard and nods, Little John smiles at Skippy to imply to him that it is not a bad thing.
Skippy looks calmer and smiles at Little John. He with calm walks next to the boy, everything is in silence. Both walk until they get to Little John's bedroom.
The bear opens the door and enters with Skippy behind him, Little John closes the door and he chuckles at the boy before beginning to take off his clothes, the bear drops each clothe on the floor.
Little John turns over when he is totally naked, he sees that the boy takes off his last clothe. Skippy looks at him attentively and Little John does him a gesture with the purpose of later on look at the bed.
Skippy moves his tail and runs to the bed to jump in it. Little John smiles seeing as the boy bounces in bed. The bear comes closer and gets on the bed, Little John opens his legs largely revealing his crotch.
Skippy rapidly leans forward and seizes the balls of the bear and begins to massage them slowly, Little John enjoys the stimulation on his balls, Skippy sees as the erection of the bear begins to grow rapidly.
The boy looks as the shaft is complete hard after some minutes, a drop of precum shines in the tip. Little John moans smoothly when Skippy's tongue touches his penis head.
The boy's tongue moves in circles and picks up the precum that oozes of the opening, Skippy's mouth closes around the cock of Little John. Skippy's head begins to shake slowly.
Skippy feels the taste of the penis of Little John, it is a taste to which he is used and likes.
He only can take a portion of the member in his mouth, the precum sprinkles his palate.
Skippy's hands stimulate Little John's penis, a hand caresses and squeezes the big testicles of the bear, while the other one moves on the free portion that does not enter the mouth of Skippy.
Little John has his closed eyes enjoying the oral sex of Skippy. Little John's eyes open and he sees as the spongy tail of the boy moves showing that he is enjoying.
Little John places his middle finger on his mouth and sucks it while Skippy continues his work, the boy opens his eyes with surprise when Little John's finger gets between buttocks and it touches his anus.
Skippy moans when the finger begins to move circularly on his hole of slow and soft way.
Little John moans and has a good time feeling as the boy sucks his cock with pleasure.
The precum fall on the tongue of Skippy, he tastes it before swallowing it, a choked back groan escapes from the mouth of Skippy when Little John pushes his finger.
The bear feels as his finger is hedged in by the hot walls the rectum of Skippy, Little John does not stop the motion of his finger while he prepares the boy.
Skippy moves his head while he moans with pleasure, he gives a small jump when he feels that the fingertip touches his prostate. The boy takes out the penis from his mouth and he licks it, the tongue moves by the tip as his mother had taught him.
Little John growls smoothly. His penis again enters in the mouth of young rabbit, Skippy's saliva drips from the member to the bed.
After some minutes Little John stops Skippy and doing a facial expression he indicates the boy what he must do. Skippy nods and he turns over for Little John, he places his hands on the buttocks of the boy and he spreads them.
The bear smiles seeing Skippy's hole. Little John leans forward.
Skippy shakes and moans when he feels as Little John's big tongue moves from the base of hiss balls to his hole, the bear smiles when he sees that the rabbit quivers.
Her tongue's tip moves circularly on the little hole, Skippy has her closed eyes feeling that his sphincter gets cover with viscous saliva that drips to his balls.
Skippy feels that his penis releases little spurts of precum that sprinkle the bed below him. Little John pushes his tongue with force, he feels that the boy's sphincter opens.
A deep pant is heard when Skippy feels that his posterior passage is pierced by the tongue of the bear. The powerful tongue moves with freedom inside the anus of the boy.
The tip gets in the cracks pressing their inside, Little John's hand gets inside between the legs of Skippy to massage the balls and the boy's penis.
Skippy pants and moans, he feels that the hand closes around his penis and stimulates it for some moments. Little John stops and takes his penis to aim it down, the tip touches the boy's wet hole.
Little John pushes his hips and the head of his member begins to press Skippy's sphincter. The boy closes his eyes and takes his penis to masturbate slowly.
The pressure on his hole increases and the head of the penis of the bear suddenly opens his sphincter and enters. Skippy moans with a little bit of pain, Little John pants with pleasure when the heat of the passage surrounds his penis.
Little John pushes penetrating deeper inside Skippy, he pants while his anal walls keep on stretching while the cock keeps on entering slowly.
Little John enjoys the moment with closed eyes, his member slowly disappears between the white buttocks of the boy. After some moments Little John stops when his penis head presses the bottom of the posterior tunnel of Skippy.
The bear begins to move and fuck the boy with pleasure, his penis enters and gets out of the tight passage. Skippy moans and closes his eyes feeling that the hips of the bear hit his ass.
Little John smiles seeing as the spongy tail of the boy moves frantically. Skippy feels as the precum covers his anal walls, his penis wobbles on the air by the strong thrusts of the bear.
Little John's big balls rocks while the hard shaft moves without problems. The pushes of the bear slowdown to enjoy each thrust.
"Well boy, tell me. Do you have a genuine interest in my sis?" Little John asks looking at Skippy while he continues pumping his member in the tight passage of the boy.
"Yes sir." Skippy says growling while he feels as the penis of Little John enters and gets out of his anus rapidly.
"Won't it be that you just want to fuck her? You have a lot of pussy here for you." Little John asks while his hips hit Skippy's buttocks that shake at every moment.
Skippy moans feeling as the tip of the penis touches the bottom of his rectum repeatedly.
"No sir... that is not my intention." Skippy says growling while his fists squeeze the bedspread and the bed rocks. Little John smiles and gives a spank to the buttock to the boy.
Skippy moans with pain to feel that burning sensation on his right gluteus. The boy looks over his shoulder to Little John. The bear smiles at him while he continues fucking him rapidly.
"If that is true, it is ok kid, but my father will certainly have a most interesting talk with you." Little John says while he winks an eye. Skippy nods and closes his eyes to concentrate.
He feels that each part of his rectum is stimulated, Skippy gasps when Little John's hand closes around his penis and he begins to masturbate him at the same time that he pumps his penis.
The bear has his closed eyes as the sphincter of Skippy moves on his cock back and forth. Little John feels that Skippy's penis gets a little harder.
Skippy pants and moans, Little John's thick penis presses and his prostate with each motion. The little spurts of precum begin to come out with more fluidity from the tip of the penis of Skippy.
Little John increases the velocity of his pushes, soon he feels that his pleasure increases rapidly and his balls these are ready to release his seed.
Skippy moans while he pushes back his ass and suddenly his body shake. Little John feels that the boy's anal walls squeeze his penis with more force.
Little John stops and pushes with force while he clenches his teeth and semen is shoot out from the opening of his penis and smear the anal walls of the young rabbit.
Little John feels the anal spasms of the boy that does not move while he moans and has his closed eyes. Skippy feels as semen is released by the tip of his penis when he has a great climax.
Neither of them moves for some time. Skippy gets surprised when Little John's hand catches his penis and he begins to masturbate him slowly. His hands and move back and forth slowly.
Little John listens to Skippy's moans, the bear feels that the boy's penis does not lose its hardness and some precum escapes from the opening of his penis and drips the bed.
Little John's hips slowly move back and his cock begins to go out. After some moments his cock's head slips outside.
Semen drips from it in long drops before separating and fall in bed, from dilated hole a thick yarn of semen slides to the balls of the boy.
Skippy turns over and feels as the seed of Little John drips from his tail hole.
Little John breathes agitatedly and he leans on his chest while he lays his head on his crossed arms while he closes his eyes.
"Come on boy, have fun." The bear says while he gives some soft pats to his ass. Skippy opens his eyes with surprise and with enthusiasm he positions himself behind Little John.
The bear feels that the penis tip gets between his cheeks.
"Don't you forget anything?" Little John asks while he makes Skippy a grin. He gets surprised a little and nods before moving to take a new position.
Little John moans and growls of pleasure when he feels the boy's hands they divide his buttocks and the tongue touches his hole.
"I Love that feeling." Little John says for himself at the time that he closes his eyes. The tongue moves down from above in his crack, the saliva covers the bear's anus completely.
Skippy moves his tongue's tip and pushes it with force, Little John moans with force when his anal passage is pierced by the tongue of Skippy that does not go very deep in his ass.
Little John moans with pleasure while he feels as the tongue moves getting in a couple of cracks and the saliva covers them. The bear does not move while Skippy does not stop until the boy cannot expect more.
The motion in bed is felt when Skippy positions himself on Little John, he smiles feeling that the boy's penis gets between his buttocks and he moves it up and down.
Skippy finds Little John's sphincter shortly, the boy's hips rush down. Little John does a light wince of pain when the boy's cock enters in him.
A groan of pleasure is heard from Skippy at the moment that he feels as each part of his member is wrapped up by the hot entrails of the bear. Skippy immediately begins to pump his penis inside the ass of Little John.
He feels as the penis of the boy enters and gets rapidly out of his posterior passage and the hips of the boy hit his gluteuses rapidly. Skippy moans with pleasure with each thrust.
Little John's anal walls squeeze his member with force, his little spurts of precum spatter the inside of the man. Her penis tip gets occasionally in any crack of the rectum of Little John.
The bear does not move a single muscle listening Skippy's sluggish and fast respiration, Little John enjoys the moment since the tip touches his prostate giving him intense peaks of pleasing that last for some moments.
His hard penis is pressed by his stomach and it liberates precum in long and thick drops.
Little John moans and growls feeling as the hips of the boy hit his buttocks.
Skippy increases the tempo and growls with more force while he feels that his pleasure is growing rapidly inside his body.
Little John feels it, his look is placed on the head of the bed. The creaks of the bed is heard and stops suddenly when Skippy stops and moans with force at the same time that he pushes his penis against the ass of Little John.
The bear feels as the semen sprinkle his anal walls. Little John laughs smoothly listening to the boy to growl while he unloads his balls.
When cum runs out, Skippy moves and falls at the side of Little John. The bear laughs smoothly seeing that the boy gets back his breath.
Little John leans upon his left-hand side to see Skippy.
"Well boy as you are responsible for this, you should solve it." Little John caressing his erection of slow way and he does a friendly and comic facial expression to the boy.
Little John leans upon his back and he relaxes resting his head on his arms while he sees Skippy. The young rabbit positions himself on the groin of the bear.
Skippy has his cock on the penis of Little John. He clearly sees the difference of sizes between both. Skippy lifts his ass in the meantime he takes Little John's erection to aim it.
Little John feels as the head of his penis gets between the buttocks of Skippy, when the cock tip touches his sphincter, Skippy begins to take down his ass. The pressure in its hole lasts for some moments until the member of the bear slips without difficulty in his stretched tail hole.
A groan of pleasure slips from the mouth of Little John, he feels as his penis enters without problems in the posterior tunnel of the boy. Its semen remains help a lot.
Skippy's eyes are closed, he feels as part of his rectum is touched and stretched by the erection of Little John. Skippy places his hands on the chest of Little John and begins to move his ass rapidly.
Little John's penis enters and gets out of his ass without stopping, the tip touches his passage bottom every time that he takes down his hips. Little John moans and pants with pleasure, Skippy's ass is very tight.
The heat that surrounds his cock is completely delicious, each part of his hard meat is caressed with each motion of the boy. The bear half-opens an eye to see what happens.
Skippy's wobbling penis catches rapidly his attention. The little spurts of precum are shoot out from the tip and they get wet the stomach of the bear in different places.
Skippy moans and takes a breath when Little John's hand closes around his penis, Little John begins to masturbate the boy rapidly. Skippy moans and growls while he increases the motion of his ass that bounces with more speed.
Little John growls and moans with pleasure, he begins to pump his penis inside the body of the boy, the penis tip hits the bottom of the tunnel with more speed. His pleasure is intense just like the one of Skippy
He feels like his penis moves in the fist of Little John, and that pleasure adds to the one that provides him the cock with the bear in his rectum. Both moan and growl, Skippy shakes with pleasure and he stops when his body becomes taut.
The boy moans and the little squirts of seed are shoot out of his penis landing on the chest of Little John. The bear fails to pay attention to this since he pushes his penis and growls of pleasure.
The anal walls squeezes his cock with more force and it takes him to the climax, Little John begins to ejaculate a great quantity of semen in the anus of Skippy flooding the cracks in the anal walls.
The white seed oozes from the hole and it slides to the balls of Little John.
"Damm kid... I love to talk to you." Little John says while he sees Skippy. He nods while he breathes agitatedly and feels as his anus is full with meat and Little John's seed.
Robin feels excited just like his wife. Marian expects that Lowell fuck as well as his son.
They the couple of foxes take to the parents of Little John to their bedroom.
When all of them get there, Robin opens the door with Marian he invites the other couple to enter, the two bears enter in the bedroom next to Marian. Robin closes the door, and sees like Lowell already is close to Marian.
The fox sees that Leanna winks the eye before beginning to take off her clothes that she permits to fall on the floor. The female sees as Robin looks at her attentively without moving, in her mind Leanna thinks that the male is very good-looking and certainly she will enjoy the moment.
Lowell does not pay attention to his wife, his concentration is focused on Marian, his eyes rest on the breasts that are hidden under the dress of the woman.
The bear had been interested in her since the first that he saw her, he had heard from Little John that his friend had married a beautiful woman, but he never thought that she would be a really beautiful female.
Marian smiles at the older male and begins to unbutton her clothing and helping him to get undressed. Lowell with calm keeps on taking off his clothes while he sees that your wife gets undressed slowly and Robin follows attentively each motion of her.
Robin swallows hard when he sees that she without low shame the front part of her dress, with an arm she covers her breasts while he drops the clothing to the floor.
She winks an eye to the fox before moving her arm to leave her body in the open. Leanna does not cover herself up in the meantime she permits that Robin looks at her, she hopes that her body attracts him.
The fox does not move while he contemplates the woman's body, he never in his life expected to have this opportunity. The light brown fur covers it, and there is no indications of some white fur.
Robin's look travels on the nudity of the bear, her big tits attract him completely, it is what more Robin wanted to see since he was a cub he enjoyed feeling them every time that the woman embraced him.
They are not firm, but still look incredible, the pink nipples stand out from the fur crowning the two breasts.
His stomach is not flat and it shows some flabbiness as it would be usual in a woman of her age, but in spite of that, it is everything that Robin waited.
Leanna laughs smoothly seeing that the fox does not forget to examine her a single moment.
"Come on Robin she is there, you told me that she was one of your fantasy objects of cub." Marian tells impishly in the meantime she helps to Lowell to undress her.
"Uhmm... boy... I did not expect it from you." Leanna says while she does a feigned surprised look to Robin. He gets surprised and embarrasses while the female bear indicates to him that he come closer.
Robin gives some steps to position himself in front of the woman, Leanna takes off his cap and she throws it before beginning to undress him slowly to enjoy the moment.
Her husband also enjoys the moment when finally he manages to take off Marian's kerchief from her head. Now he can take off the part that really interested to him.
Marian stands up and she turns over, Lowell stretches his hands and unties the strings of the top of the dress of Marian. When it is done, Marian shakes off a little and the dress slides out from her shoulders.
The dress slides down and Lowell has a very good sight of the ass of the female, the two round cheeks attract Lowell's attention completely.
Marian moves her tail slowly and opens her legs lightly showing some of her private part to the bear. Leanna takes off the clothes of the body from Robin and she throws it aside.
The female looks at the fox up and down, she smiles smoothly seeing the fox's clear-cut chest. He no longer is the boy that she remembered, his look focuses on the crotch of the male.
His sheath and white balls makes her happy. Robin almost jumps when Leanna's hand touches his balls. The female squeezes and caresses his testicles with calm, they do not have the size of the balls of her husband and her son, but should still have a delicious load of seed.
Marian believes that it is moment of stopping the teasing to Lowell. She turns over and moves her arms, the female smiles seeing like the eyes of the man open completely.
Lowell swallows hard and he licks his mouth seeing the round and turgescent breasts of the vixen. Breasts are covered with a white fur and with two pink nipples on both.
The low look of Lowell travels to Marian's now flat stomach. The bear does not doubt that even pregnant she looked incredible. The vaginal lips are seen partially being hidden by the thighs of Marian.
Lowell places his hands on the thighs of Marian and separates them largely to see the slit in middle of both, the vixen shakes when the finger of the bear goes over her vulva slowly.
Lowell's finger gets wet with juice that secrete the female's vaginal walls, the bear takes his finger to his mouth and with relish tastes the savor.
"This is delicious." Lowell says looking at the female before placing his snout between the legs of Marian and using his tongue to gather more of the delicious juice.
Marian moans and trembles with pleasure at the moment that Lowell's tongue pass on her clitoris. She feels as her vaginal lips divide with each motion of the tongue of Lowell.
The bear feels as his body reacts to the female's taste, his penis hardens between his legs. His tongue moves circularly on the rosy point.
Marian's hands squeeze his shoulders while she holds to him, the vixen opens her legs a little more and the tongue can move with more facility on her pussy.
Lowell pushes the tip against the pink opening. Marian closes her eyes while she hears that Robin is moaning with pleasure. The fox moans feeling as the hand of Leanna moves for his member.
Leanna is sit at the edge of the bed and Robin in front of her.
Leanna masturbates Robin slowly, she feels the hardness of the shaft in her hand, her other hand takes care of the balls of the male. She laughs smoothly while she thinks in how Robin was when he was a boy.
He was very polite and he continues being it, which is attractive to her. The bear perceives the aroma that comes from the swollen member in front of her face. She loves it and she begins to lick Robin's knot.
He shakes and moans with pleasure, the tongue moves for all his knot without stopping covering it with saliva. The female gives him oral soft pleasure while she enjoys the taste of meat.
Leanna can perceive the different taste to her son's and Lowell's penis, her mouth moves down and she begins to suck the balls of Robin. She takes firstly care of the left testicle.
Robin's white skin is pulled and his ball is suctioned, he moans and pants with pleasure.
He never thought that this could happen, not even when his friend told him that his parents would visit him.
Leanna licks the balls before putting attention in the other testicle while her hand continues moving on the penis of Robin. Some drops of precum fall on her head.
Marian has her closed eyes while he feels as the tongue of Lowell zigzags in her vagina, the lips of the man are stuck closed around her slit.
Lowell places his hands on the buttocks of Marian and squeezes them with pleasure, he feels their firmness and expects to be able to place his cock between them to fuck the vixen's posterior hole.
He drinks the juices that fall on his mouth while Marian's warm and inside grips his tongue with force. The female shakes when the tip touches some special points in her inside.
Lowell's tongue moves and Marian growls with surprise at the same time that her body shakes and she fastens with more force to the shoulders of Lowell.
He moves his tongue's tip on that place achieving that the vixen kept on moaning, his penis releases little squirts of precum that fall into the bedroom's floor.
The vixen begins to move her hips in circles trying to increase her pleasure, she recognizes that Lowell is very experienced using her tongue in a pussy.
Lowell sees as his wife has fun with the young male on the other side.
Leanna licks the erection from the knot to the tip, she licks a drop of precum. The different taste is unique, the taste changes from one species to other one. The canine seed is interesting.
Robin shakes with pleasure when the woman's mouth closes around his penis, Leanna begins to move his head slowly sucking Robin's erection.
He moans and pants with his closed eyes, the warm and wet mouth of the female bear moves on his penis, he moans when he feels that his member's length enters in the throat of Leanna.
She does not have problems to take the shaft, her lips touch Robin's knot in the meantime she massage the white balls of the fox. Leanna perceives the aroma of the fur of Robin.
She uses the muscles of her throat to pleasure the fox, the squeeze makes Robin quivers lightly, and his precum spatters the inside of the mouth of Leanna.
After some moments she moves his head and the penis slips out from her mouth, Robin moans as he sees like the woman licks again his penis slowly, she caresses his cock tip with her right forefinger.
His precum covers it while she is going steady and bites Robin's balls covering them with viscous saliva smoothly. Leanna with calm takes the erection in her mouth again and Robin closes his eyes.
The fox gets startled when he feels that a finger gets between his buttocks, he feels as the finger of Leanna moves up and down in his crack slowly.
Leanna sucks smoothly, his finger tracks Robin's hole until it finds it. The fox pants with surprise at the moment that his anus is pressed with force until it opens.
The finger enters completely in his rectum and it begins to move. The precum increase and Leanna enjoys it, she sucks with pleasure in the meantime she moves her finger in the anus of the male.
Heat surrounds her finger that moves circularly, in many instances she had made this with Lowell, so she knows how to achieve that Robin had an incredible moment.
The female soon finds Robin's prostate and she begins to caress it with the tip of her finger. She feels content when the fox begins to growl with force and moving his hips to fuck her mouth.
Robin moans with pleasure and pumps rapidly, his knot hits the lips rapidly. The fox pumps with force, his member shoots spurts of precum in the mouth of Leanna that does not stop her motions in the anus of Robin.
"Ma'am..." Robin says when her pleasure intensifies much more and the climax is near.
"Do not call me like that anymore." Leanna says taking the penis off from her mouth and looking at Robin. He growls when she presses his prostate with force and his member throbs with more force.
"I am sorry... I ..." Robin says panting and looking at Leanna.
"Having said before." Leanna says simpering and putting the member into her mouth again. The caresses in the prostate of Robin, he clenches his teeth and pushes his hips when his penis begins to shoot semen in the mouth of Leanna.
She feels as cum covers her tongue, she savors it and continues sucking to taste more of the seed. Robin growls while he has his closed eyes, Leanna's finger still moves in his ass and stimulating his prostate.
Leanna stops the motion of her finger in the anus of Robin and slowly withdraws it, she sucks smoothly while he sees that the young fox pants with the eyes closed.
The fingertip slips outside and the female bear opens her mouth slowly, the member slips out of her mouth covered of saliva. Robin has still his closed eyes and he gets surprised when he is pulled toward the floor and he promptly is on his hands and knees between the legs of Leanna.
His head is between the thighs of the mother of his best friend.
Robin's eyes open completely seeing the pink vulva surrounded by brown hair.
"Come here cub, begins to eat." Leanna says pushing Robin's head toward her crotch.
She growls when Robin's tongue goes by her vulva, the tip divides the vaginal lips. Robin savors the taste of the female, the taste is different to the ones of Marian and the other women.
They are stronger, but Robin finds them delicious, his tongue moves up and down down on the pink slit, the tongue gets cover in juice and the tip touches Leanna's clitoris, she shakes with pleasure.
The female looks at the fox and smiles at him smoothly, Robin continues and he begins to push his tongue against the pink opening that keeps on opening slowly, heat and wetness surround his tongue.
Leanna moans and sees as the other female shakes and moans of pleasure. Marian pants feeling as the tongue of the bear moves in her vagina, her inside is stimulated completely.
Her juices drip in abundance while Lowell's mouth is closed around his vulva. Marian moves her hips circularly while he moans, her tail moves from one side to other one.
Marian closes her eyes and begins to stimulate her tits squeezing them and twisting the nipples to increase her pleasure. Little John's father is as good as his son in the use of the tongue.
Lowell moves his tongue with pleasure, his tongue moves circularly and the tip touches special points inside Marian. The bear feels content while he sees as the woman moans of pleasure.
Hot- milk squirts fall on his head and his back in the meantime he moves his tongue, his hands press Marian's buttocks with pleasure.
Marian opens her eyes and gasps when Lowell's forefinger gets in the crack of her ass.
The finger moves up and down slowly caressing that place, Marian moans when the tip passes over her hole. Lowell feels pleased and begins to stimulate that little place.
His finger moves circularly, the bear tries the resistance of the anus of the woman and he feels pleased seeing that she is used to anal action. Lowell takes out his tongue and he closes his mouth around the clitoris of Marian.
An intense groan of pleasure is heard when she feels like her little pink point is sucked giving her an intense pleasure and at the same time the finger enters in her anus.
Lowell moves his finger circularly, he feels the strong squeeze of the rectal walls around his finger. Lowell pulls his clitoris smoothly and releases it, Marian shakes and feels that she lacks forces, that motion take her almost to the orgasm.
Marian and Lowell look at each other, the bear smiles at her and again he pushes his tongue against the pink opening. Marian's vaginal walls one more time distend while she moans of pleasure.
Leanna moans and growls caressing Robin's head with her left hand while she feels as the young male devours her slit with pleasure. Her juices drip in abundance getting wet Robin's chin.
The fox does not stop while he moves tongue inside the mature woman, his snout touches the clitoris and his hot respiration increases the pleasure of the female bear. Robin listens the growling, his erection hardens feeling the aroma of the vagina of Leanna.
Leanna holds Robin's head pushing her toward her crotch with force at the moment that she growls and begins to release juice squirts that get wet Robin's face.
The female feels a great orgasm, her vaginal walls are squeezing with force and secreting juices in abundance.
While Leanna shakes with pleasure, Lowell increase his efforts of stimulation in the passages of the vixen. His finger moves more rapidly in the posterior hole.
The sphincter moves back and forth, Marian feels that the maximum moment of pleasure comes closer. Her orgasm is free in its body, each part of his body shakes and Lowell delights in the juice that is released in his mouth.
The bear sucks each drop, his look is on Marian's breasts. She presses them and two white warm- milk squirts are fired crossing on the air and forming a visible x before breaking on the air.
Marian pants rapidly while she feels as two thin small brooks of milk gush out from her nipples and they run along the sides of her breasts, the vixen sees as Lowell licks his mouth.
Marian climbs on the bead and she leans on her back while she looks at Lowell. He with a soft smile moves to place himself on Marian while the bed trembles lightly, the tip of the swollen member of Lowell touches the vixen's clitoris.
A drop of precum drains by the opening and covers up the rosy point completely, Lowell takes his penis and he moves it in order that this in the correct position, the bear pushes and the vaginal lips of Marian open to receive his cock.
He closes his eyes when the female's interior heat begins to surround his shaft, his penis slowly is disappearing in the vixen, and she is wet and soft.
Marian moans closing her eyes, the penis enters stretching her vaginal walls tightly as Little John's penis makes it. Lowell's member goes to her filled while it gets cover with juice.
Marian gasps when Lowell's crotch touches her slit, the man is fully inside her. It is a feeling that rapidly gets better when the bear begins to pump his cock.
Leanna sees as her husband begins to fuck Robin's woman with pleasure, she sees like the tits of the vixen he rocks with each thrust of her husband. The female bear looks at him and she leans back on the bed that bounces a little. Leanna sees at Robin, he kneels down between her legs with his penis in his hand.
Leanna places her right hand on her vulva and spreads her vaginal lips for the fox. Robin understands the invitation and with calm he aligns his cock with the pink slit.
He trembles a bit when his penis tip is between the vaginal lips, Robin pushes his penis with calm. He begins to pant in the meantime his cock slowly he slides in the woman.
Robin perceives as the vaginal walls of Leanna surround his member. The fox cannot believe that he be doing this, something with what he fantasized when he was a boy.
Leanna enjoys every moment too, her vaginal walls are caressed and they secrete more juices, Robin's knot finally touches Leanna's vulva, the female bear smiles at the boy smoothly.
"Come on boy, show me as much as you grew up." Leanna says while he smiles at Robin.
He nods and he begins to pump his penis in the woman, she moans and pants with pleasure.
The hard cock enters and gets out of her vagina rapidly, the spurts of precum sprinkle her vaginal walls blending in with the juices in her inside, Robin's knot hits her vulva and presses her clitoris.
She moans and pants while he sees as the fox moves rapidly, he has his closed eyes while he growls and continues pumping. Leanna laughs smoothly, she cannot believe that the polite boy could be fucking her with such a force and fierceness.
Some Robin's saliva falls on her breasts, Robin gets surprised when the woman pushes her head toward her tits. Robin continues moving at the same time as he takes the left nipple of the female in his mouth.
Marian moans of pleasure with each powerful push of the bear, Lowell's penis enters and rushes out. She feels that each thrust gives her a great pleasure, while her tits rock uncontrollably.
Her vagina is full with hard meat and a sound of splashing is heard when her wet vulva is hit by the groin of Lowell. She clings to the neck of the father of Little John.
The growling of the bear fills her ears, Marian gasps when Lowell's mouth closes around her right nipple.
Lowell sucks her tit smoothly, his mouth fills up on the milk of the female, and it is warm and delicious. Marian's inside is tight and soft, Lowell fucks with lust the vixen without stopping.
His tongue hits the sensitive nipple and pulls it. Lowell releases the nipple and he closes his mouth around the other one. He feels as the legs of Marian close around his hips the best that she can.
The four moan and growl of pleasure in the orgy. After some minutes Lowell stops to take out his penis from the vagina of the vixen with a pull, when the head slides out of the pink grotto, Lowell holds the female for the hips and rolls her over.
Marian leans on her knees and elbows, Lowell takes his member and he aims it down, he begins to push the moment that head is touched by the pink entrance. A groan of pleasure slips from the mouth of the vixen.
The shaft again slides in her inside. Lowell holds the hips of the vixen and begins to pump.
Marian moans with pleasure when the member begins to enter and getting out of her body again.
Her vaginal walls are caressed with each push, the member fills her and the little spurts of precum cover her walls. Lowell moans and pants with pleasure while his crotch hits Marian's buttocks.
The female's tits wobble on the air distributing drops of milk on the bed. Marian has her closed eyes enjoying each strong push of the bear.
Robin moves his ass rapidly, but he is taken by surprise when Leanna leans him on bed in a twinkle. The fox looks at the woman with the eyes opened by surprise.
She smiles and she positions herself on the crotch of Robin, Leanna moves her hips on the hard shaft and she moans when her clitoris is rubbed on smoothly. Some moments later the female catches Robin's cock and directs it to the middle of her crotch.
Robin moans when Leanna takes down her hips and his penis slowly enters in the pink and soft tunnel of the female bear. Leanna takes down her hips slowly until the knot touches her vulva.
She leans her hands on the chest of Robin and she begins to ride the fox, Robin moans and the bed squeaks lightly with each motion of the female. The passage is as hot and wet as the one of Marian.
Robin puts his attention in the woman's breasts, even without having the former firmness they bounce majestically, the fox does not wait for and takes the breasts with his hands to squeezes and caresses them.
Leanna growls when her two nipples are twisted, she opens an eye to see as the young male has fun with her tits. That makes the pleasure of Leanna increase, she moans while her ass moves up and down.
Her tail moves rapidly showing that she enjoys the moment, Robin's penis is different to the one of her husband and not so big, she expects that the knot feel incredible and cannot wait for enjoying it in her.
Leanna takes down her hips with force and growls with pleasure when Robin's knot enters in her vagina. She feels as that part of the hard cock distends her vaginal walls insuring that the fox is stuck in her.
Robin pants feeling as each part of his penis is surrounded by the high-temperature inside. Leanna looks at him and again he begins to move. She growls while Robin's balls bounce with the motions in bed.
The fox places his hands on the ass of Leanna and he presses the two cheeks while the woman keeps on riding him rapidly, Robin fails to pay attention to Marian while he feels as his balls begin to release semen.
Robin clenches his teeth and pushes his hips at the moment that he shoots a load of seed with force from the tip of his penis and spatters the vaginal walls of the female bear.
Leanna stops and growls when cum hit her wet inside. Each spurt of semen makes her shake and she cannot resist when the orgasm in body becomes activated.
Leanna's body becomes taut while she stops suddenly, a great quantity of juices are freed and her vaginal walls squeeze with more force the fox's cock.
Marian moans with the closed eyes, she feels as Lowell's big hands go over her body until they take her breasts. Lowell pumps while he stimulate the firm breasts.
Some milk squirts are shoot out from the nipples of Marian and get the bed wet, the vixen moans when forefingers and the male's thumb begin to twist her nipples.
Marian moans and pants with pleasure until Lowell suddenly stops and pushes with force at the moment that he growls, his member throbs with force and releases powerful semen spurts that cover Marian's vaginal walls.
She shakes and bites the pillow when the orgasm rockets in her inside. Each nerve fiber of her body becomes taut while her juices are freed covering Lowell's penis.
Marian's vaginal walls contract with more force around the palpitating cock of the bear while they seek to extract more seed. Lowell growls while his groin presses Marian's buttocks.
Each semen squirt makes shaking to Marian, Lowell has closed until the shoots of cum stop, and he takes out his member with a pull. A waterfall of thick seed falls from the opening of the vixen.
Lowell looks as his wife pants completely satisfied while she lies on Robin, she looks at him and smiles softly. Lowell nods and surprises Marian when he catches her and he leans her backwards in bed.
Marian sees as Lowell positions himself on her chest, the swollen member is in front of his face and semen drips from it. The bear places his shaft between the tits of the vixen.
She smiles and uses her hands to close her breasts around the wet member, Lowell begins to move slowly. He moans feeling warmth and softness of the fur that covers Marian's breasts.
"My husband likes very much your wife's tits. Do you like mi tits?" Leanna asks smiling at the fox that is below her.
"They are incredible, ma'am." Robin responds looking at the woman. The bear frowns a little and smiles smoothly. She reclines her right nipple to the mouth of Robin, he immediately begins to suck it.
Leanna's vaginal walls contract and distend around his penis, he moans of pleasure smoothly while he sucks the nipple. Marian feels as the spurts of precum sprinkle her face while Lowell's member moves back and forth.
The bear moans smoothly and he stops after some minutes, he moves for back and sees as Marian licks her mouth content savoring the precum.
Lowell turns over Marian, she leans her on her hands and knees. The bear seizes the long and stuffed tail of the vixen to push it aside. Marian feels as the two hands of the man rest on her buttocks and he spreads them.
Some moments after she gasps and moans with force when she feels a slow lick that moves in her crack passing over her sphincter. She moans and Little John's father begins to eat the tail hole with slowness and whim.
Lowell licks the crack while his hand gets between the thighs of the female, she shakes when his vulva is caressed slowly, the bear's forefinger enters in her vagina.
The vaginal walls squeeze the finger that moves circularly, the vixen enjoys the pleasure in addition to the tongue that moves circularly on his hole.
Lowell pushes with force and the tip presses the sphincter Marian moans with more force and she grips the bedspreads when the tip penetrates into her. The tongue enters deeply and touches her anal walls.
She moves her ass and Lowell feels content while her nose is below the root of the tail of Marian. The bear perceives the aroma of the fur of the female, his tongue in the cracks and gets wet the tunnel with saliva.
Marian's moans fill the bedroom until Lowell stops he takes out his tongue and his finger from the inside of Marian. The vixen moans when the finger bathed in juices penetrates into her anus.
Lowell moves his finger circularly while he sees as his wife and Robin moans at the moment that they separate. Leanna takes moans with some pain when Robin's knot stretches her vaginal opening and it slides out of her body.
The fox feels as his penis covered of juices hits his stomach. The female bear looks at him and making a grimace he takes him by the hand to pull him and helping him to get up.
Robin sees as Leanna positions herself next to Marian in the same position, the fox positions himself behind the female and spreads the buttocks of the mother of his friend to see the hole in middle of them.
The female bear moans when Robin's tongue touches his anus, she has a good time with each lick. She laughs smoothly thinking that this is the least that she would have expected from this well-raised boy.
Robin moves his tongue up and down without stopping getting wet in saliva the woman's posterior entrance.
"Fuck her kid, she is not as delicate as you think." Lowell says laughing smoothly while he positions himself and he gets ready to penetrate to his sexual partner of the night.
The bed rocks a little and the penis head touches Marian's sphincter, she feels that her hole begins to be under pressure. The precum gets it wet completely, the vixen relaxes and moans with pain when the penis enters in her rectum.
Lowell moans with pleasure, he pushes his cock in the anus of the vixen slowly.
"Tight." Lowell says closing his eyes enjoying each centimeter of the tight and hot passage. The anal walls stretch around the thick erection of the bear.
Lowell's groin touches the female's buttocks, he holds the feminine hips when he begins to move. Meanwhile Leanna reclines forward raising more her ass.
Robin understands the message and in a few moments his penis tip touches Leanna's posterior entrance. She feels as the fox begins to push with determination.
The bear is used to be fucked there as soon as Robin's penis opens the female's sphincter and the cock slides inside without difficulty. Robin closes his eyes and his knot gets in the crack of Leanna.
"Come on tiger." Leanna says laughing impishly in the meantime look down on Robin.
He immediately begins to fuck his best friend's mother, the fox moves his hips slowly. The woman's sphincter moves on his shaft back and forth.
The spurts of precum sprinkle Marian's rectum, she moans of pleasure. Lowell's penis gets deep in her rectum touching bottom just as the penis of his son does it.
She feels as her buttocks shake when they are hit by the groin of Lowell, her juices drip from her opening and her breast wobble on the air releasing milk squirts.
Lowell moves in and out his penis fucking rapidly the anal passage, this female just like the other ones in the home of his son are incredible. His balls hit Marian's vagina repeatedly and they get wet in juices that come from the wet slit.
At his side Robin and Leanna growl of pleasure. Robin's tail moves on the air showing the joy pounding the female's anus, in spite of certainly she had a lot of action in these years, the hole is too tight and it squeezes with force the member of the fox.
Robin pumps without stopping, his knot is ringing the posterior entrance repeatedly, and his precum sprinkles the anal walls. He kneads Leanna's buttocks with pleasure while his hips keep on moving.
The female bear moans with each push, she loves the anal sex with her husband, and with Robin she enjoys it. She places her right hand on her crotch and she begins to rub her vulva slowly.
She stimulates her clitoris increasing her pleasure. Her anal walls are rubbed on by the hard and hot meat. The form of the canine penis gives her a different pleasure, but a very good one.
Leanna puts two fingers into her vagina and she begins to masturbate more directly.
The orgy continues for several minutes which four members moan and pant with pleasure. Robin pushes his knot with force forcing the hole of the female bear to open.
Leanna moans with surprise and pain when her sphincter surrounds the swollen knot of the fox, Robin does not move for some moments feeling that all of his member is surrounded by the heat of the entrails of Leanna.
She moves her ass and Robin resumes his thrust, he moans and pants with pleasure just like Leanna. The fox cannot stop feeling that his pleasure increases rapidly. Some minutes later he begins to grunt.
He clenches his teeth and his claws sink in the buttocks of the bear. Robin growls with force and his member frees spurts of sticky seed in the rectum of Leanna.
She shakes and her anal walls squeeze with more force the canine cock at the moment that her orgasm returns with unexpected force. The female bear growls ferociously and her juices are shoot out of their vagina getting her thighs wet and the bed.
Marian listens the fierce growl of the other female in addition to the groan of her husband, the vixen knows that he had come to his orgasm. She moans with pleasure and pain when Lowell twists her nipples with his fingers and he pumps his cock.
He the bear moves rapidly and fierceness, his penis enters and rushes out. The head hits with force the bottom of the anus of the woman. He releases the firm tits to catch Marian's hips.
She moans of pleasure, her crotch this soaked with her juices that drip abundantly.
Marian bites the pillow and grips the bedspread when she feels the spasm of her vaginal walls and they begin to untie much more juices.
Her orgasm begins makes her to squirt getting wet Lowell's balls. The bear stops and growls savagely when the anal walls squeezes his shaft with much force.
Semen spurts bathe the rectum and fill cracks completely. The spare sensation pleasures more Marian. She reclines forward and raises ass that still is filled with reproductive material.
Leanna lets herself fall in bed dragging along with her Robin. The fox feels as his semen surrounds his cock while he lies on the female. Lowell laughs smoothly and takes out his member from the anus of Marian slowly.
She moans smoothly until the member's head gets out of her rectum, a great deal of semen drains from the gaping hole. Lowell separates Marian's buttocks and smiles content seeing his work well accomplished.
Marian looks as like her husband is on the other woman, she looks content while she has closed eyes. Lowell raises his hands when the woman moves and she sits in bed.
Lowell passes her a cloth and Marian can clean the semen that drains from her posterior hole. When she finishes, the woman gets out of the bed and takes her clothes beginning to get dressed.
"I will go to see how the baby is and I will return." Marian says smiling at her husband a moment looking at Lowell too. He nods content and sees as the vixen gets out of the room and closes the door.
"Well boy. What does my wife seem to you? Is it all that you dreamt?" Lowell asks looking at Robin with a friendly look.
"Yes sir." Robin responds moaning smoothly when Leanna's anal walls give his penis a squeeze.
"You can take it out boy." Leanna says simpering while he sees Robin. The fox gets up a little and begins to pull his cock out, his knot presses bear's sphincter and slowly obliges it to open.
Leanna moans smoothly while he feels that her hole keeps on opening and the knot slips out with calm, when half of it is out Robin does a final pull and his penis appears completely from the inside.
He pants and from his penis his seed drips, a white thread runs down from the opened hole of Leanna. Robin takes a cloth and begins to clean the crack off the female bear.
"Even in sex this boy is polite." Leanna says laughing smoothly and looking at her husband, he nods and does a funny face. Robin blushes lightly.
The couple thought much of the boy since he was a cub, he always was a very well manner boy and a good friend of their son, he neither his parents permitted that the social standing of both families get in the way in their friendship.
When Robin finishes cleanliness, he gets startled when Lowell catches him and he seats him at his side.
"Well boy this is a moment that I never expected to share with you. Your wife is incredible." Lowell says embracing Robin and giving him a strong and friendly squeeze.
"I neither, your wife is also, sir." Robin says with some shame.
"Both of us are Lucky." Lowell says looking at Robin and shaking him a little. The fox nods.
"Uhmmm dear... don't you wanted discussing anything with Robin?" Leanna asks while she looks at the fox and does a friendly facial expression. Robin opens his eyes and sees Lowell, he sees that the bear smiles in a friendly way and gives him a squeeze in the soft shoulder.
"My son told me that you have often fun side by side, that way boy I want it does not matter I want to see, if you can handled my tool as well as your wife." Lowell says doing a friendly face to the fox.
Robin swallows hard and says absolutely nothing some moments before nodding, The bear at his side smiles and he stands up to get himself in front of Robin, he kneels down.
He looks at Lowell's crotch, his attention focuses on the two big balls and the sheath, Lowell smiles when Robin and he takes his balls with a hand.
Robin massages the furry orbs with calm, they are heavy like the ones of Little John, the left hand of Robin closes around the sheath and it begins to give it soft pulls.
The fox feels the heat of the fur of the father of his friend while he stimulates the genitals.
Robin's hand pulls the testicles of the bear smoothly, Lowell smiles at his wife.
Leanna nods content while he takes a close look at the scene, she never saw two males having sex and expects to see Robin to moan with pleasure with the penis of her husband.
Robin brings closer his face to Lowell's crotch and he begins to lick his balls slowly, his tongue raises them a little while his saliva gets them wet, he sees as the head Lowell's cock appears.
The bear moans when the hand of the fox closes around his penis that grows on length.
Robin feels his hardness and heat, he sucks balls with calm while he masturbates the older man.
His hand moves up and down, the member promptly fits its full-size. Now more of fence he sees that it is similar in size to the one of his friend.
Robin leaves Lowell's balls and begins to lick the base of penis. Lowell closes his eyes and has a good time, the tongue of the fox moves for the length of his member.
The taste of the hard meat pleases Robin, the aroma of the fur of Lowell gets to his nose.
His tongue trails a vein in the shaft of the man and in some moments later his tongue touches the head.
Lowell shakes lightly when the fox begins to lick his penis head, he feels as the wrinkled tongue touches that sensitive part of his member, Robin's hand moves on his hard meat.
Robin feels the taste of the precum that sprouts by the opening, the drops disappear when being licked rapidly. After some moments Robin's mouth opens and he points the cock.
Lowell pushes his hips. The bear moans when his swollen member enters in the mouth of the male.
The spurts of precum fall on the tongue of Robin and he begins to shake and to suck the member with calm. His lips move on the hard shaft without stopping.
"Honey... he makes it very well." Lowell makes a comment looking at his wife while the sound of sucking is heard in the bedroom. Leanna smiles content and she moves a little.
Robin feels as the female takes his tail and she moves it of the way, the eyes of the fox open when he feels as the finger of Leanna begins to move up and down in his crack.
Leanna with the tip of her finger tracks Robin's posterior hole, she finds it. The finger begins to move delicately in circles on the anus of the male.
Robin shakes lightly, he feels as a hand of Leanna catches his sheath and she begins giving fast pulls on it. The female bear feels pleased when she feels like the member rapidly it begins to harden inside the sheath of the fox.
The spurts of precum fall on the tongue of Robin while he feels like his penis rapidly grows and the knot swells in the base of his penis, his eyes open and he growls when Leanna pushes her finger with force.
Robin's sphincter opens without a lot of resistance and the finger of Leanna enters until the last knuckle. The bear smiles seeing that the male shakes lightly, she feels the squeeze of the entrails.
Her finger begins to move circularly, stretching Robin's sphincter before moving it inside him. Lowell smiles smoothly when the fox gives a choked back groan.
He sees that his wife looks at him and she does him a grin to indicate him that she localized the sensible point in the body of Robin. He moans when his friend's mother begins to caress his prostate
Robin moans of pleasure and his ass moves in the meantime he continues sucking, he moans when a second finger enters in his and Lowell begins to move his hips fucking his face.
The three enjoy the moment and two minutes later the door opens again and Marian enters.
She looks at with surprise the scene, the vixen had fed her cub for some minutes without expecting that this happened. Marian sees as her husband sucks a penis and two fingers fucks his anus.
"I did not expected this." Marian says while she takes off her clothes and again gets on the bed. Robin feels that fingers leave his hole.
"Lowell wants to enjoy a good ass as yours. My son said that both are incredible." Leanna says looking at Marian that sits in front of her and crosses her legs.
"Yeah, he often pounds us occasionally." Marian says simpering while she sees as Lowell fucks her husband's face.
"How is the little one?" Leanna asks while he sees Marian a moment before seeing her husband again and Robin.
"Ruth and her daughter very well take good care of him just like their own children. I fed him a little." Marian responds looking at Leanna while she climbs on the bead and she sits in front of the female bear.
"Do you mind?" Leanna says stretching her arms and putting her hands on the tits of Marian.
The vixen shakes her head and she gets surprised a little.
Leanna squeezes her breasts smoothly, they are big due the milk that they contain in their inside. Marian moans when the other female twists her nipples lightly.
Some drops of milk drain behind the erect and sensitive nipples of the vixen and get wet Leanna's fingers.
"It is delicious." Lowell says in the meantime even he moves his hips and he looks at his wife.
She says absolutely nothing when she leans forward and closes her mouth around the right nipple of Marian. She gasps and moans with pleasure when the female bear begins to suck her tit.
Leanna sucks and feels as a first milk squirt in her mouth, the taste is unique and delicious. Her mouth extracts more while her left hand stimulates the other breast.
Marian moans and places her hands on the tits of Leanna, she begins to knead and stimulate them with pleasure. Her fingers twist nipples, the other female moans with pleasure while she continues drinking milk.
Lowell feels that his penis hardens more seeing Marian and Leanna. He takes out his cock from the mouth of Robin. The viscous and lukewarm saliva drips from his member.
"Well boy, it is moment of the most interesting." Lowell says looking at Robin and smiling to him. Robin turns over leaning on his elbows and knees on the bed.
He raises his ass in addition to move his tail. Lowell places his hands on the gluteuses of Robin and squeezes them. They are firm like the ones of his wife, the bear takes his shaft and he aims it down.
Robin feels that his posterior hole is touched by the tip of the cock, Lowell begins to press his member's head against the sphincter of the fox. The precum gets it wet.
The bear pushes with more force and he moans with relish when the ring opens and hedges the head of his penis. Robin growls with pain being penetrated by the thick manhood of Lowell.
The fox pants when the hard meat of the father of his friend begins to make way for itself in his ass. He sees that his wife now sucks Leanna's tits smoothly, the bear moans smoothly while the other woman nibbles her nipple and kneads his other tit.
"Very tight boy, as good as your wife." Lowell says giving two spanks to Robin's right gluteus. He moans with some pain while Lowell laughs and continues pushing.
His cock is disappearing between the buttocks of Robin until the head touches the anal passage bottom. Lowell holds Robin's hips and begins to pump his penis with calm and slowness.
He enjoys each thrust feeling as the anal walls caresses his penis, Robin's ring moves on his shaft with each motion, the fox moans of pleasure.
The penis of the father of Little John fills him completely, his anal walls are caressed in addition to his prostate. His hard penis releases spurts of precum that fall in bed.
"Come on, let's do something more interesting." Leanna proposes while she stops Marian.
She nods and sees as the other woman leans backwards in bed and she opens her legs completely.
Marian perceives the idea and she positions herself on the woman, but she takes a different position to be in position for sixty nine with the other female. Marian takes down her hips and moans when Leanna's tongue enters touches her vulva.
Leanna perceives the first-time-ever taste of the juices of another woman, the taste is somewhat strange and no disagreeable. She moans when Marian's tongue goes by her pink slit.
Her clitoris is licked by the vixen slowly, she savors the female bear's juice, and her tongue divides the vaginal lips with each motion. Leanna takes out her tongue and gives back the favor to the other female, she moves her tongue's tip on the rosy point of Marian.
They moan and pant with pleasure while the bed shakes by the thrust of Lowell. Robin's buttocks shake with each strong hit of the crotch of the bear.
The weigh balls of Lowell rock on the air and hit Robin's white testicles. He moans and he reclines forward raising his ass, his hands grips the bedspreads.
Robin's eyes are closed, the precum covers his anal walls and fills some cracks. Lowell pumps without stopping, he spreads the buttocks of the friend of his son to see as his erection enters and it gets out of the tight anus.
A smile appears in the face of the bear thinking that the friendship between his son and Robin had come to this. This is the last thing that Lowell had waited considering the education that Robin had received.
Lowell begins to pump with more speed in the ass of the fox and meat slapping sound becomes intense, Robin moans noisily. He gasps with surprise when Lowell's right hand closes around his member.
The bear begins to masturbate him at the same time that he fucks him, Lowell feels the hardness of the member of Robin and he feels content seeing the boy is enjoying the fuck a lot too.
He has also his attention put in the two women, Lowell never saw his wife in a lesbian relation and he would not miss it not for any price.
Heavy breathing and whining of pleasure fill the bedroom, Leanna moves his tongue in the vagina of Marian, the juices drip of the opening getting wet her lips and chin.
Marian moves her tail content, she eats up Leanna's vagina with pleasure, and her tongue touches sensitive parts in the vagina. The vixen uses her right forefinger to collect some juice that runs over from the hot and moist passage of Leanna.
She growls with surprise when Marian's finger enters in her anus and it begins to move inside and out. The internal heat surrounds Marian's finger that moves in and out, the vixen moans and takes a breath when Leanna gives back the favor pushing a finger in the ass of the vixen.
Both women close their mouths around the slit of their partner and expedite the motion of their tongues, Marian's body begins to shake and she pushes their crotch against the snout of Leanna.
The female bear receives the juice that comes from Marian with pleasure, she moans and suddenly feels as a hot liquid squirts hits the entrance of her throat when Leanna has an orgasm.
Marian sucks sipping the woman's juices, both moan and do not take off their mouths of their slits while their husbands begin to moan with more force.
Lowell pushes with force and growls ferociously when his member shoots powerful semen spurts that flood Robin's rectum completely. Lowell's hand squeezes the fox's penis with force.
Robin's member throbs with more force and he howls smoothly at the moment that his semen is shoot out from his penis and it smears in his chest and the bed.
The spasms of the anal walls of Robin make Lowell push stronger and the fox is obliged to lean his chest in bed while Lowell continues ejaculating in him.
The grunts of pleasure in the bedroom fades away slowly, they all pant and get back their breath. Lowell gets up and takes out his member with a pull.
"Damm kid l can understand without doubt why my son certainly fucks your ass regularly, it is very good." Lowell says at the moment of giving two spanks to Robin.
He moans quietly while he feels as his posterior hole is open and Lowell's semen oozes from the inside and it slips passing by his balls to drip to the bed.
**Robin Hood, Little John, Marian, Skippy and King Richard (all of them from the animated movie) © Disney**
**Ruth, Dana and Matilde © Disney (they appear in the movie, but they don't have names)**
**Lowell, Leanna, Faith are my characters.**
**Written by Janus Oberoth**
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The Greys Chapter 24: No Goodbyes by hyenafur
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#25 of The Greys The End. Of this story at least. Sequel is coming. - Mary-Ann had finally been right about something. The rumor of Kody being Jeane's attic dwelling son was quelled quickly when the bunny gave everyone the truth. The whole truth. The raw truth. It only took a few hours, because by
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"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Gideon Grey",
"Vixen",
"Zootopia"
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Mary-Ann had finally been right about something. The rumor of Kody being Jeane's attic dwelling son was quelled quickly when the bunny gave everyone the truth. The whole truth. The raw truth. It only took a few hours, because by the time Kody and Jo left to go get dinner, people were already saying how sorry there were to Jo about what happened and wanted to know more about her son. Kody didn't really like talking about himself too much, but he was happy to oblige them with whatever information they wanted.
After answering every question under the sun, it was time to get home, though, he did have a few things to do first. Their first stop was back over at Gideon's apartment. The two foxes made their way in through the back of the store and up the stairs. Gideon had been waiting for them, his arms open wide to his aunt and cousin.
Jo waited as Kody gave his cousin a big old hug and a pat on the back. "I'll see you next weekend," he told his cousin.
"Join's fer th'Bridge game, cousin," Gideon asked with a smile. Kody just chuckled, "Bridge really isn't my forte. I think I'll just sit and watch."
His cousin laughed, "Suit yerself. Wanme t'tell th'gang y'll be back next week'nd?"
Kody smirked, "Of course. And don't forget to tell Aunt Jeane and Uncle Josh."
Gideon chuckled, "I will."
Kody leaned in to whisper, "Give Bill my best." The words just made Gideon smirk as he whispered back, "I sure will. He's looking forward to the next meetin."
Kody smirked as he gave his cousin another pat on the back. The two broke the embrace as Kody headed back over to his mother, gently taking her paw into his hand and walking out with her.
"Ya likes yer cousin, dontcha, shoog," Jo asked as the slid into the car. Kody chuckled, "Hard not to like Gideon."
The vixen giggled, "Well, ya certly were when ya had him in bentover in th'shower." The tod just blushed as he started the car. His mother leaned over to put a paw on his thigh. "Nothin' wrong with 'spermentin' with yer cousin. Ya both seemed t'joy it," she said into his ear as her, "Jist 'member I wants me sum grandkits."
The tod chuckled as he leaned in to give her a smooch on the cheek, "Yes, mom."
Kody had picked the perfect weekend to meet his real mother and his real family since that Monday was a holiday. He'd spent Sunday night at his real mother's home, in his real mother's arms. Every minute felt perfect, felt right. He'd woken up that morning refreshed and new, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek before sliding away to take a shower and get ready to head back home.
"Yer gonna cum visit me again," Jo asked as her son sat down for breakfast. "Every weekend, mom," he said with a smile as he took a bite of scrambled eggs. Jo smiled, she was going to have to get used to being called that from now on. Maybe she should start looking for a husband since she had her son back.
Though if she did, it might mean that she couldn't snuggle up with her little boy, though it might be a price she would gladly pay to finally have a complete family. Then again, she would be happy if it was just her son and her. So many things to think about in the four days until he came back to visit. She'd probably have to discuss it with him as well.
Kody just chuckled as his mother sat down next to him to eat her breakfast. "Now, 'member t'brush yer fangs erry night and watch out fer loose women," she said as she smiled at her little boy, but her words only made him chuckle, "Trying to play catch up on thirty years of mothering?"
"Summin' like that," she said, "Jist 'member that I'lways love ya."
Kody leaned over to give her cheek another peck, "I love you too, mom."
"We gotta do summin' bout yer accent though," Jo said with a smile.
"But I don't have an accent," he replied.
"Xactly. Yer a Grey now. Ya gots to sound like one."
Kody just let out a boisterous laugh.
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Project 1: Raisty's little change by Raistlin Majere
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Raistlin a honors college student goes home to see his mom for the weekend. Only to be turned into a toddler back in diapers. - It all started on a saturday afternoon as Raistlin a red fox anthro was driving his blue sedan back to his mom's for the weekend. He wore a black hoodie with a simple black
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"Babyfur",
"Diaper",
"Kit",
"regression"
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It all started on a saturday afternoon as Raistlin a red fox anthro was driving his blue sedan back to his mom's for the weekend. He wore a black hoodie with a simple black tea shirt peeking through the partly unzipped top and clean cut jeans. He was driving down a highway cruising at 65 with AC/DC blasting win his car when his ringtone began to ring. He pressed the receive call button on his dash board and he heard the sound of his friend Tanis on the other side. His gruff voice of wolf boomed shouting, "hey Raistlin how's it going?"
Raistlin grumbled, "i'm not in the mood to talk right now."
"oh come on, we're going to be only a house away from each other soon. Stop acting like you're going to your execution."
Raistlin muttered,"you do realise we have finals coming up?"
"yeah but all you do is study, you can spend a few days with your mom." Tanis replied with a slightly serious tone.
Raistlin now irritated exclaimed, "the only reason i'm going is because of my mom. Don't think i'll be spending much time with you." as he turned towards an exit and braked at a stop light.
"of course, besides my parents told me they have a lot planned when I get back anyways. Just try to relax for once." Tanis mumbled.
"whatever, just stop worrying about me." Raistlin grumbled as he turned down a road and headed down it for awhile.
"Also just wondering is your sister going to be in town?" Tanis teased.
Raistlin growled, "no, in fact I haven't' heard from her in days. I left a message on her cell about me visiting mom, she hasn't called back yet."
"Weird? but whatever, just asking." Tanis mumbled. Raistlin scoffed as he turned a left on the road up ahead and started driving through a suburb. He looked down the road with similar looking houses lining his left and right. But they were so familiar as he remember driving down this road with his mom hundreds of times before. Raistlin replied, "hey Tanis i'm coming up to my mom's i'll call you later."
"Okay, see ya." as the call dropped and the loud rock music played again. Raistlin turned a right into a cul de sac where he spotted a two story house with a station wagon outside. He drove his car to the driveway and sighed looking at the door and shuddered. He got out of his car and grabbed a duffle bag paced full of clothes.He then began to walk up to his parents house when the door opened wide and a old female fox with glasses and a simple light blue skirt and blouse came up to him smiling, "there you are sweetie!"
Raistlin gave her a smile,"hey mom."
he hugged her as she patted his back, "i'm so glad you're here."
He whispered, "it's good to be back."
He noticed her eyes were growing wet as he asked, "is everything alright?"
his mom laughed, "oh everything's fine, now come on let's get you settled."
He walked into his living room where he noticed that it was way to simple. There was a giant plasma screen T.V on the left side of the room. While on the right was just a brown couch. He looked at it oddly and continued on as she lead him upstairs to a small room on the right. She replied,"here's the room you'll be sleeping in. I'm sorry I didn't have time to decorate it or anything"
What he saw was a simple plain room the walls were white and so were the bed sheets and blankets, only the carpet was a simple brown color. Raistlin placed a bag on the side of his bed his mom and said, "it's fine, It looks comfortable enough."
She then took out a bottle of water from the closet in the back and said,"I'm sorry, stupid me I forgot to refrigerate these."
Raistlin gave her a reassuring smile and said,"it's fine, water is water."
His mom laughed and handed him the bottle. He opened the cap and took a few draughts as he asked,"so what do you want to do?"
"oh we can worry about what we can do later, how about you get some sleep. You spent all day driving."
Raistlin did began to feel groggy as he yawned, "sure, I think i'll get some sleep."
Hee just climbed onto the bed and began to slip under the covers. His mother smiled as she whispered, "good night." and left the room in a hurry. He eyed the door wondering why she was acting so strange. But he began to feel exhausted as his body slipped into the mattress and he pulled the covers over himself and began to drift into a blissful sleep.
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Raistlin woke up feeling so much better but feeling strange. He looked up at the ceiling to see that it was now a baby blue color. He eyed it as he thought it was white before. He turned his face to the nightstand to see a sippy cup and a nightlight in the electric socket. He kicked his legs and heard a faint squishing noise. He looked down to see that his comforter was decorated with little baseballs and footballs like a little kits comforter. He instantly got up and looked down to see his shirt was a little kits shirt with batman on it and he wondered out loud, "what why am I wearing this?!"
He then got out from under his sheets and saw that he was wearing simple blue shorts as well with some padded fabric poking out from under his shorts. He slowly lifted the shorts and saw a thick pair of huggies around his crotch decorated with pooh bear on them. He squealed and fell from the bed and smacked onto the carpeted floor. He slowly got up feeling unsteady with his new small body and observed the room more closely. The left side of the room now had a changing table bright blue in color, with little cabinets underneath. He then turned to the closet was now opened with a toy chest on one side. While on the left cabinets decorated in a baby blue color was probably filled with childish clothing. He tried to walk he had to raise both arms to maintain his balance as he waddled across the room. But his legs were obstructed by his padding underneath his shorts, which also gave off a squishing sound each time he moved. He was almost to the door only to see it open and his mom enter the room. She instantly came over and scooped him into her arms. She then looked him over as she asked in a worried tone, "are you alright ? did little Raisty have any booboos?"
Raistlin didn't care about his fall instead he bellowed with a whiny voice of a toddler, "mommy! wha happen why am I a kit?!"
She laughed as she replied,"what are you talking about? You are a kit, you're only three years old."
Raistlin shouted, "na uh I not thwee! I twenty!"
She crunched his diaper and heard the squishing underneath and cooed, "by the sounds of that diapee you just made a tinkle in yoir diapee. I dont think big kits wet themselves." Raistlin whimpered at the statement knowing it was true.
She then placed him on the changing table and slowly pulled off his shorts revealing his sagging yellow stained huggies flopping on top of the table. He shivered curling his chubby back legs up as his mother dawwed,"oh it's okay Raisty I gonna get you all cleaned up soon."
Raistlin squirmed and shouted back but to no avail. His mom untaped his diaper slowly she then opened the diaper revealing his tiny cock and shriveled balls and unleashing the powerful stench of urine at the same time. His mom whispered, "you're such a heavy wetter."
Raistlin laid his head back and closed his eyes in as he whispered, "this is not weal, I jus imaginin things, this is a dweam." he soon felt his huggies slip from his rump and felt the cold cub wipes hitting his crotch and tail hole as he whined, "this isn't happening!"
"what's wrong sweetie this isn't the first time I changed your butt, butt?" his mom asked. Raistlin opened his eyes and shouted,"I not a kit!"
his mom grew stern "Raistlin if you shout one more time i'll give you a spankie! you understand!"
Raistlin growled and placed his head back on the cushion of the changing table as she continued placing a fresh new diaper over him. He could only stare in horror at the same winnie the pooh huggies now being taped snugly around his waistline. He kicked his legs feeling the thick padding now obstructing his movement and making loud audible crinkling noises only making what happened a reality. He was now in a thick diaper. His mother only kissed him on the forehead and whispered,"now that you're in a fresh diapee, let's your shorts back on."
She then took him off the table and slipped his shorts back up over his diaper only revealing the waistline of the diaper only gently poking out. His mom dawwed and pinched her son's cheek, "there little grumpy all clean."
Raistlin turned his head in shame as she cooed,"oh don't you worry, we'll get back to potty training soon. It's just easier for you to be in diapers right now."
Raistlin growled and turned his head as his mother took him put the hand and said, "now come on i think it's about time to get you some breakfast." He waddled by his mother side shifting his diaper, making loud crinkling noises as he left the room. His mother just smiled at her son's little toddle.
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TDM ~ Chapter Three by Thecursednoodle
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#3 of The Daycare Man Part three of The Daycare Man - **The Daycare Man ~~3~~ ** I'm back. Yep, it's me again, your friendly neighborhood Pokemon pervert. You, reader, must think I'm very weird by now. Who wouldn't? I mean, I've had sex with Pokemon; that's completely taboo! I imagine that saying
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[
"Consensual",
"Cum",
"Cute",
"Dick",
"Explicit",
"Fellatio",
"Female",
"Fingering",
"Foreplay",
"M/F",
"Male",
"Missionary",
"Pokemon",
"Pokephilia",
"Sex",
"Straight",
"Teen",
"Vagina",
"Vaginal",
"delcatty",
"fur"
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https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146045-tdm-chapter-three
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\**The Daycare Man \~\~3\~\~ \**
I'm back. Yep, it's me again, your friendly neighborhood Pokemon pervert. You, reader, must think I'm very weird by now. Who wouldn't? I mean, I've had sex with Pokemon; that's completely taboo! I imagine that saying I've only done it twice won't do anything to defend me. Actually, I seem to be living in the past a bit, because it's not twice anymore, more like... I'm not gonna put that number here right now. Let's just say I'm falling behind on writing these. All you need to know for now is that it's three, not two anymore...
Yes, I did it again. How could I not have? The certainty that my infatuation with Pokemon is becoming an addiction grows stronger every day. I have to let it, because there is absolutely no way to stop it. (And believe me, I have tried plenty.) Occasionally, I get the feeling that I am beginning to accept this predicament. There have certainly been days spent in a haze of sexual daydreams where my mind examines a singular thought; "As long as I don't get caught."
That should give you an idea of how bad this is getting to be. Here I am, focusing on how to not get caught instead of how to stop?! Albeit, I'm not in what I could describe as a coherent state of mind when I start to have these thoughts. Without a doubt, the idea of screwing Pokemon continues to grow on me. How do I put this... once I tried a Pokemon, I couldn't go back to humans. They're just better in some way. Another thing I've learned at this point is that all Pokemon are different. When it comes to sex, I mean; I already know that they are physically different, I'm not stupid. Some are tighter than others, some warmer, some more open to the idea of mating. The one trait they all share is how incredible it feels to be buried in them.
"How many Pokemon has this guy fucked?!" is an appropriate thought for this situation. And again, I won't state that number for the time being. I'm behind on writing these as it is, and I need to catch up, so let's begin another one. This took place less than two days after the Furret was kind enough to grace me with her company. As for this story's content, you know what you're going to be reading if you saw my previous writings. If you happen to not have seen them, save yourself the trouble and don't even bother reading this. Let's begin...
So it's two days after my run-in with the Furret, right? It had been yet another typical sunny day in Servin Town, and the sun was just beginning to set. The entirety of my day composed of me sitting behind my desk, doing nothing much more than making the occasional check on the Pokemon out back. Nothing unusual had happened; all in all, it had really been quite boring, but that was pretty normal. Of course, my mind was hard at work even when my body wasn't; even after a space of several weeks since the Growlithe, I was still obsessed with both mulling over as well as justifying my actions. It seemed that throwing the Furret into the mix had just stirred things more.
Possibly matching the amount of guilty thoughts I had during the course of the day were the pleasurable ones. (And even those contained their fair share of guilt) As I mentioned previously, I had become obsessed with the females I took care of. I'm very glad I never made a move on most of them; that could have been even more detrimental to my mindset at that point in time.
You see what I just wrote? Detrimental to *my* mindset?! Even copying this down, I fail to realize how selfish that sounds, thinking not about the problems that could potentially bring upon the Pokemon I decide to fuck, but just about mine? I know that somewhere, I harbored the knowledge that continuing to exploit Pokemon in this way would only serve to strengthen the selfishness which had already been growing steadily.
Obviously, it couldn't be stopped; I suppose it would make sense to say I had sealed my fate the second I decided to go all the way with the Growlithe. That fact also couldn't be fully accepted or denied. My sexual desire would either die out, given time, or persist forever. As much as I enjoyed the simple intimacy of a Pokemon riding me, I could not formulate a clear idea of which way I wanted things to go.
And then, of course, there was my inexplicable fur fetish. Now that it had reared its head once, it decided to stay for good. Looking at those Pokemon so much every day, I would imagine rubbing their soft coats (the ones that had coats, at least) while whispering sweet nothings that couldn't understand. These visions set upon me whenever I took a look at a Pokemon with any type of fur, and they didn't inherently involve sex; actually, they hardly ever did. Never before had I heard of anything in the realm of a fur fetish; I'm sure it exists, but living in Servin Town hadn't exactly given me the best outside-world experience available.
I'm getting carried off now, so I'll try and focus back on the important parts. Nothing of much interest had happened all day, and the setting sun was just beginning to paint the front window a deep crimson. I quickly averted my gaze when a beam of light flashed against the glass and nearly blinded me. Still shielding my eyes from the spot behind my desk, I heard the door open. Lowering my hand, I immediately saw the first trainer that had entered all day.
Utilizing my normal routine, I greeted her, and asked whether she would be leaving a Pokemon, or if she had one to pick up. She wanted to leave one for an unspecified amount of time, which she phrased as "a few days or more." It not being a problem that she didn't have any exact date in mind, I told her that would be fine. I accepted the single Pokeball she handed over, and then watched as she walked out the door. Oh, and don't expect a description of the trainer because like I've said before, it's not important.
Do note, however, that the Pokemon she left with me was a Delcatty. You may or may not know that Delcatty is the evolved form of Skitty, although that information isn't very pertinent to this story. I had previously cared for several Skittys over a period of time, so I knew the gist of how it worked with those specific Pokemon; never a Delcatty, although it was safe to assume their treatment would be nearly identical to their counterparts. That's how things usually tend to be with evolved Pokemon; treat them much the same way as before their evolving and things would work out fine.
Now I should also note that, of course, this Delcatty was female. And yes, you can predict exactly what the rest of these pages contain, so don't bother continuing if you don't feel like it. I guess I've become very predictable around female Pokemon.
Skittys are well-known as "lovey" creatures, if that word is acceptable. Especially when you combine their sweet, gentle nature with the fact that they have a natural appeal to many other Pokemon. Several of their available moves also allow them to charm opponents. As for Delcatty, I imagined it would be the same. To be honest, just conjuring up those facts gave me a strong idea of which way the next few days might go; this type of Pokemon is all about love, so it wasn't hard to make connections.
And another, possibly even larger, issue; Delcattys have sublime fur that is often prized among trainers. I knew that already, and just that thought was enough to prevent me from opening her Pokeball. My frame of mind during the remaining time in that day was; "If you don't see it, you won't want it." Obviously, that didn't work... but that's skipping ahead.
By that time the sun was well on its way to passing out of sight completely. Everything in the street outside as well as the front office of the Daycare was spattered with deep red, creating quite a nice image. Sunsets are always like that around here, especially with no clouds.
Another factor that kept me from opening the Delcatty's Pokeball; she was nocturnal. If I had released her before dark, she would probably have been fast asleep and waiting for night. So I didn't let her out just then. I waited in the office for the sun to set fully. I waited for night, with its quiet atmosphere permeated only by the hum of the crickets. I waited to release the Delcatty before retiring to bed. I waited.
I snapped awake faster than a soldier moving to stand at attention. Employing the usual reaction of someone who has just been woken unexpectedly, I rapidly looked around, trying to recall where I was; everything around me was pitch black, but I assumed I was still sitting in the office. Typical of me to fall asleep; I'm probably the only person who could after a day of doing absolutely no work.
The room itself was so dark due to the sun having set completely; there also aren't any streetlamps in the town, so no artificial light existed to reach the front window. I instinctually looked up to check the wall clock before realizing I couldn't even see it. I got up and placed my hands on the desk. I used them to feel my way around to the corner and out into the center of the room and then shuffled blindly towards the spot where the light switch was. It took a few seconds of fumbling around, but I finally managed to flick it on; my eyes were assaulted with the harsh yellowish glare of the ceiling lamp, and I squinted, waiting until they could adjust to the contrast.
I could tell that the hair on the back of my head was plastered upwards due to me having slid down into the chair after I fell asleep; didn't matter, I was going to go to bed for real, after all. The clock informed me it was 9:07. I had been asleep for several hours. I still had no idea how I could have been out like a light even after doing nothing during the day, but that hardly mattered as well. Still squinting slightly, I moved to the desk and pulled open the drawer, removing my keys for the building. Forget trying to get anything accomplished; I was going to lock the place up for the night and be asleep within the next hour.
I walked over to the door with the keys, and placed a finger on the light switch. At that point, I had a sudden feeling that I had forgotten something. Feelings like that aren't what I would consider uncommon, but in my experience, they usually never amount to anything of significance. I knew it was just another member of the entourage of random feelings the brain likes to throw around, so I turned out the lights and stepped out through the door.
The night was mild, and maybe leaning a bit towards the cold side of the weather. It was *very* dark out here; I mean, seemingly darker than the office had been. This light was unfiltered darkness, the kind that seems like it has actual substance to it, and if that substance had a texture, it would probably be like velvet. People don't ever see this kind of darkness in cities because the lights never really go out fully. Not like it spooked me or anything. I had lived here long enough that I had gotten to know it pretty well.
I started down the relatively short path that led to my father's house, not far from the Daycare. I knew the way well enough to not require a source of light. The packed dirt of the trail, grass-free for many years now, muffled my footfalls. It was peaceful. I think, if you live somewhere in the rural country, or have even ever visited somewhere like that, you can understand what I mean. What, with the stars, and the soft darkness... but not as soft as the coat of a perfect Pokemon.
Then the thought hit me like a Pidgeot going mach-2; "Soft coat, like a Pokemon? I *did* forget something!" It took me a few more seconds until; "*Shit! Delcatty!*" Of COURSE, that's how I am; forgetful as ever. I had left the Delcatty in the Pokeball, which was still sitting on my desk! Anyone who has experience with caring for Pokemon when their trainers are gone will know that leaving one in its ball for a long stretch of time is one of the worst things to do; not because it has a very large impact on the Pokemon itself, but because that caretaker is usually viewed very ignominiously if word gets out. Although, the Pokemon do still need to *eat*, so it's obviously not recommended. I clearly had to go back and release the Delcatty.
I swiveled on my heel and set off right back towards the Daycare. The sounds of the night seemingly had less purpose now that I was intently focused on something. It took less than a minute to reach the head of the path. I reached the Daycare in a few long strides and fumbled my keys from the pocket of my jeans, and immediately dropped them. It took me a fair bit of time to find them without any light; I had to skim my hands over the ground all around me. I eventually felt the metal and snatched them up; I unlocked the door and walked back in.
I turned on the lamp as quickly as possible. An irrational thought had reached me unexpectedly; what if the Pokeball was no longer where I had left it? Completely implausible, but the dark has its own way of making those sorts of things seem very possible. Of course, the ball was still stationary on the desk, as the more rational part of me had expected. All I had to do now was release her out back, and then I would finally be done for the night.
As you can guess from the continuing length of this story, getting Delcatty situated wasn't the end of that night. It might be prudent to call it the very beginning (of the good part, at least).
I scooped up the Pokeball and examined it; it looked fine, but then again, Pokeballs don't display the condition of their occupant. I didn't understand why I was worrying over this so much. It had only been several hours since the trainer left her, and she must have been out sometime before that, right? I was able to pin most of the irrationality on it being night, and the well-known fact that nighttime is more proficient at creating fear. I opened the back door and checked on the outside area; the little hanging light next to the door hardly did anything in the way of pushing back the darkness. I vaguely remember thinking I should go buy a better light before the current one died.
With the Pokeball in my fist, I stayed on the porch as I pushed the release and held it out in front of me. Red light flashed momentarily, all the more jarring with it being the middle of the night. Delcatty materialized a few feet in front of me; unlike earlier, she was at least awake now. The Pokemon looked of average height, being about a meter tall. She had the distinctive purple-haired ear formations, and the 'scarf', as many trainers like to call it. This Pokemon wasn't the first of its species I had seen before, no nothing for me to get worked up about.
Except the fur. It seemed that in my worried rush to get her outside, I had fully forgotten my earlier resignation to not look at her fur. Now I could understand why I had tried to stay myself from it; that coat was positively sublime; probably even more pleasing to me than the trainers who use Delcattys because of their eye appeal. Her coat looked so soft, even from the distance between us. My hands itched to go right ahead and do it, but I knew I couldn't, not again; I held back that urge as best as possible. And the fur was purple... *purple*; I don't even like the color purple, but in that moment I liked it... hell, I *loved* it.
"I won't put my hands on her."
That was spoken out loud, something I had become more inclined to do recently. There could be a million causes for it, but I knew which one it was. The Pokemon's fur beckoned me. To me in that uninhibited time, it was a like a lighthouse to a ship lost at sea. I wanted it so badly, and yet I was able to suppress it. You may be asking; "He thinks about this kind of thing all day, and yet now he actually manages to keep his hands off her? All I can say to that claim is that the mind works in mysterious ways.
The haze of my desire cleared up without warning, and that was it; I was fine. Delcatty was looking at me, I noticed. Probably sizing me up to determine how much of a threat I could be. A few seconds passed as I stared right back at her, no longer feeling that intense need for her fur, and glad of it. Then, she did something I definitely hadn't expected.
She broke eye contact, and instead of turning around and walking off as I expected her to do, she got up and padded right past my legs, up the single step behind me, and into the front office. I stood dazedly for a second, still looking to where she had been sitting before, then turned around to face the open doorway. The only visible part of the Pokemon was her tail, which was curled around the doorjamb; it twitched and disappeared from my view. I was admittedly a little stunned; never before had a Pokemon walked past me and back into the building of its own accord. That Delcatty must have had some nerve, alright.
I entered the office, expecting her to be there, but she was nowhere to be found. A minute or two later, I was still in the process of resigning myself to a long search of the room for the feisty creature, when she popped back into sight. Apparently she had simply been crouched under the desk, because that's where she pulled herself from in order to cross to the opposite side of the room from me. Once there, she sat back down. I watched this procedure with extreme confusion. Delcatty's muscles tensed and she pushed up on her haunches, springing directly up onto the room's only couch. That couch was there for trainers to wait on while I got their Pokemon, and now this Delcatty was sitting on it. The catlike Pokemon looked right at me with what I could swear was smugness, then settled down onto the center cushion.
Even standing in the open doorway, I could see the situation I was in. To you, what the Delcatty just did may not seem like much of a problem; after all, I could just pick her up and cart her back outside, right? Well, what was certain was that the Pokemon needed to be outside. I certainly wasn't going to leave her to her own devices in here for the rest of the night. The issue here was the simple fact that I couldn't do that. She certainly didn't seem willing to leave the room of her own accord, and the only way I could physically get her outside would be to pick her up and carry her. Maybe now the problem presents itself; I knew that as soon as I tried to get her up, and I felt the fur which was so incredibly appealing, there would be no way to stop myself from taking things farther. So, simply put, I had no way to get her out without risking possible 'consequences'.
I ran through my options as I stood there and watched the Delcatty. By then, she had closed her eyes and fully settled into the cushion, ready for several hours of inactivity. There really was no clear way to persuade her to leave (and I certainly wasn't going to do anything in the realm of scaring her out). A minute passed with me still loitering there stupidly, and then I noticed the cold draft pressing against my back; the door was still open, so I promptly shut it. I could see why the Pokemon wanted to be in here; it was certainly warmer, and probably more comfortable as well. Knowing I had to do something other than stand there in silence, I summarized the only ideas I could procure and set into motion.
By that, I mean I walked over to my desk and sat down. I really only had two ways out of this, and neither seemed very advantageous to me. I could either wait the rest of the night here to keep an eye on the Pokemon and not even risk putting my hands near her, or I could go full-ham and physically bring her back outside. The flaws in both of those were obvious, but what else was there to do?
I definitely wasn't up to the task of keeping myself awake for the entire night, so I discarded that idea without qualm. So the only thing left to do was actually pick her up; a very bad idea to begin with, considering my general obsession with female Pokemon, and made even worse by the fact that this Delcatty had some damn fine fur that I might not be able to stay away from. So, as terrible as it sounded, it was decided.
Rising from the chair, I moved out from behind the desk and crossed the room to the couch where she was sleeping. When I approached, her ears perked up, accompanied by the raising of her head; she gave me a half-lidded look of something like irritation. I stood in front of her, looking down and still debating on whether this was the best way. Maybe I actually could stay up the next several hours until dawn?
My mind had done this sort of thing before, and I knew immediately that was just the part of me that didn't want anything drastic to happen. Normally, I most likely would have listened to it, but now... eyeing the Pokemon's beautiful coat and imagining the feel of it... a small sensation that I actually *did* want something to happen had begun to grow within me.
"Don't hesitate, do it." I obeyed myself (that sounds weird, doesn't it?) and reached for the Delcatty. It was almost like time slowed as my arms lowered and straightened in order to grasp her firmly. I saw my fingers open in anticipation of the act of grasping something; what was an act performed hundreds of times every day had now become some sort of defining moment for me, or at least it felt like that at the time. Seeing my arms reach towards her this way immediately reminded me of how I had reached for the Furret and given way to my desires when I did it, and in that moment I knew this was definitely the wrong choice. But too late!
Surprise! As soon as my fingers began to pull back with me realizing it would be better not to pick her up, I felt a coarse surface skim the tip of one digit; the Pokemon had barely swiped me with her tongue. Had my hand been closer, it would have been an actual lick. I suppose that was a natural response for the Delcatty, considering she was domesticated and anticipating being grabbed. It was not, however, a natural response for me. How should I have expected it? Just as the glimmer of salvation had appeared and made me turn back, the damn Pokemon had seemingly taken things into her own hands... *paws*.
You know what that lick did? It made me do what any Pokemon owner will do when their charges display affection for them; it made me pet her. It was a justified response for me, having worked with Pokemon for so long, that I would return such a symbol of care from one of them. In other words, me placing my hand on her raised forehead and rubbing it was an unconscious action. And that's all it took. I could have gotten away, but then the Delcatty had gone and made feel her fur (clearly not knowing that was what I'd do).
I realize that I just blamed Delcatty for pulling me into what happened next. Let's be clear that I understand this was entirely my fault, chiefly for taking the risk associated with putting my hand on her. But what is done cannot be undone; I forget who said that, but it applies pretty well with the spot I had landed myself in.
I didn't take my hand off her head. I had realized what it was I was feeling, and with that realization came immediate and intense enjoyment. I paused for a moment and felt the incredibly soft fur sliding gently between my fingers. That feeling by itself gave me more pleasure than it rightfully should have. My hand now felt glued to the top of her head as I lightly petted the Pokemon. I started losing myself in the pure bliss under my fingers. The Delcatty was purring; she was enjoying this too, by the looks of it. When I moved my hand back towards myself in order to move it through her fur again, she nuzzled it affectionately, pressing the tip of her nose into my open palm.
My knees had begun to visibly tremble from the perverse excitement I was feeling. I dropped myself onto the cushion next to her before my knees could find a chance to give out. While my first hand stroked the fur of her head, I added my other to the mix; placing it upon her exposed back, I started the same motions. She stopped rubbing her face against my arm, and dropped her head to the couch, enjoying the 'friendly' petting. What I was doing was more than petting, however; I was stroking her in a way I can only describe as erotic, trailing my fingers down her neck and back and sifting them through the amazing softness as my breath grew heavier with a lack of any physical strain.
She rolled onto her side to better expose her soft chest to me, which I took immediate advantage of. One hand moved off her head and onto her stomach, while the other simply slid its way down into the same area. It was even better down there; the fur that covered the rest of her body grew thickly layered and, if possible, even softer.
A curious tingling sensation had begun all over my exposed skin, and I was breathing heavily, practically panting. I assume that could be attributed to powerful lust, which I was definitely feeling at the time. In fact, I had reached the point where my cock had begun to harden just from the pleasure elicited from her coat. My hands worked their way through the fur on her chest, smoothly wrapping themselves in spirals and other shapes.
On top of everything else, my face had become flushed, evident by the growing war sensation there. My entire body, like the Delcatty's, had been growing warmer during the past few minutes. My movements were now more harried than their previous state, attesting to the feelings of sexual bliss that had started to overcome me; both hands kneaded her soft underbelly as she lay on the couch in enjoyment derived from affection (not the kind I was feeling).
I was leaning further and further over her on a whim to get closer to the amazing creature, and before I knew it I was pushing one elbow into the cushion to keep from falling over on her. We were closer now than I had thought possible when I had released her from the Pokeball. For me it was a more intimate closeness, and I can't speak for the Pokemon, so take that out of context. I was moving my upper body gradually towards her while my legs stayed rooted to the couch; all in all quite an awkward position for me. I just had such a deep need to get closer to the Delcatty, to somehow feel *more* of that satisfying fur, if possible.
My head was hanging directly over her lower body, and now I can only imagine what I must have looked like; probably a humorous imitation of a contortionist, what, with my body bent at such and angle to reach her? On the surface of my mind I didn't know what I had planned, but it was there somewhere deeper, just barely hidden from view. I lowered my upper body towards her, and she rolled fully onto her back to meet me. The Pokemon's purring cut off and then began again on a louder level as my head met her chest. I buried my face into her coat and simply lay there with my hands still enjoying themselves, though now on her side closest to me. At least I still had the mental stability to barely support myself with my lower arms so I wouldn't crush her under me.
I wouldn't call what followed perverted, but I can't attest to what you will consider it to be. I rubbed my face through the flowing softness of her fur, feeling every hair tickle me in a different spot. I was completely consumed with my desires; nothing of the man from an hour ago was left within me. She met this action with a friendly rub from her own face placed against mine. The cold surface of her nose lightly touched my lower lip, and in that short time... it sounds corny, I know, but go with it... I felt love. *Real love*. This wasn't like the other Pokemon I had been with; I had enjoyed them, of course, and had feelings for them as well, but... this time it was somehow different.
What's the word to describe it? *Passionate*, there you go. Our activities were passionate. I had both arms under her, face hovering right above hers. No longer putting my weight on an arm, I was mostly stretched out, with my chest facing downwards. I had her in my arms. Damnit, I just know you can't understand, but I have to write about it. Never had I felt like I did then. I was actually holding this beautiful, beautiful creature that I so unexpectedly cared about. I could tell my face was a deep red by then, mostly from the exertion of constant movement, but I didn't mind; no one was around to see it anyways.
We spent a long time together like that; how long, I don't know and won't guess. I held her close, and through her warmth I could sense the true fragility of her body, one so much smaller than mine, and that made me all the hotter. I had a complete hard-on. Hell, I couldn't have resisted getting one if I had actually tried. I lay with the Pokemon and thought my own private thoughts; mostly about how what I was doing was wrong on a larger scale, but was just so right to the both of us then. Delcatty's purring had softened to a low rumble, and I felt her chest rise and fall with each utterance of the sound.
During that silent time, in which minutes turned into hours, I knew I could take it all the way with her. The thought didn't originate from anything even remotely reminiscent of taking advantage of the situation. I *knew* I had to take it all the way with her. It was only a fitting end to what had occurred so far. Also there was the knowledge that however I wanted to take her, she would accept completely; that I could sense just in her body language towards me. A random thought reached me; "She hasn't uttered her name this entire time, like Pokemon normally do." That would come soon, though. My lower region was telling me to hurry up and show her what love could really be like, but for then I was content to simply lay there with the Pokemon, breathing deeply alongside her... because after all, we had all night...
I woke up what must have been hours later. This time, my return to consciousness wasn't sudden like earlier in the night, but more of a steady rise out of sleep. My eyes were heavily lidded, and I blinked a few times to clear them. The first thing I noted was that she was still next to me, curled up loosely against the heat of my body; she also seemed to be asleep. I couldn't recall if I had drifted off before her, but that didn't bother me. All that mattered right now was that she was here with me, and I could enjoy this time together to its fullest extent.
Checking the hour held no importance; it was still dark outside, meaning we had plenty of time until morning. I could also tell that sleep had dispelled any traces of an erection from before, and it was quite relieving to not have to feel it. One of my arms had left the Pokemon during sleep, and so I wrapped it back around her midsection; the movement roused her, and she elevated her head to look at me. Taking the opportunity, I moved my face closer, and she mirrored my action. We exchanged a mutual face-rub, which set her to purring again. I relaxed back onto my side.
I really did want to begin some sexual advances towards the Delcatty, but I just didn't seem to have the motivation in me. And so both human and Pokemon spent some more time without even moving. We were quiet (except for the rumbling in her chest), and I thought about whether she would like me in a sexual way. Did I say I was sure she would accept earlier? That idea was bred more in the heat of lust than anything. Now that our antics had calmed down, I found my mind a little less muddled. Sure, she had been displaying outright enjoyment so far, but did that really mean sex was the right way to go? Her reactions could very well have been the response of any faithful Pokemon eager to share time with its trainer.
To make that question easier, think of it this way; how often does a person make love on their first date with someone else? Wait, no... that's not a very good question, is it? All I'm trying to say is that's what it had been like with these Pokemon. I just met them and somehow... ended up fucking them, to blatantly state it.
I knew I was overanalyzing things, so I commanded my mind to shut up; I would follow my intuition, and nothing else. If she wanted it when I started making a move, then yes, of course I would comply, and if she turned out not to... well, I've been let down before. And at least I would have spent this quality time with her, even if it didn't lead up to sex. That seemed a reasonable workaround at the time.
That problem seemed resolved for the time being, so I set to thinking about more important things, like how to start it off. Both my body and mind were more prepared now than they had been before, and so I knew that now was the time to forego simply laying together and really get down to the 'good stuff'.
Starting with foreplay would be the best way to proceed; if I had learned anything from my previous encounters with Pokemon, that was it. I pushed myself farther up on my elbow, breaking the tender moment we were sharing. The Delcatty gave me a curious expression before lowering her head back to the cushion. I, however, intended to stay up; I was ready for what would be coming soon.
I pulled one arm out from under her, which elicited no response. I moved the thus-freed appendage down to where her body ended, around the area of my pelvis. With one finger, I started tracing the curve of her leg lightly in an effort to introduce some new feelings there. I felt her shudder lightly at my touch, but paid it no attention. Moving the finger farther up, I dawdled around the area where I knew her vagina was, even though I had yet to actually see it. The fur there was as soft as anywhere else, so I could tell I was getting close as it began to thin out around her organ. The edge of my digit made contact with the fleshy outer of her sex; the movement was so light, she didn't even seem to feel it. What she did feel was me pushing my finger across it just a moment later. I felt her muscles tense under the arm still encompassing her, and there was a definite rise to her purring.
I was glad that the first big step had been taken and she hadn't immediately pulled away or resisted. All that was left to do was take it farther, so I rubbed her tiny vagina for the second time; no response. I took that as a signal that I was allowed to continue, and continue I did. I began regular motions with my finger, trying to mirror each to the one before it, but placing a tiny bit more pressure on her than before. My efforts were rewarded with clear acknowledgement; she raised her head with some effort, and fixed me with a rather intense stare. The rumbling in her chest remained as loud as ever, which got me to wondering if it could get any louder. I made it my goal to find out; not that it seemed too hard to do.
Another few moments were spent like that, with me giving the Pokemon's vagina a slow introduction to the upcoming pleasures I had in store. She broke the tension that had begun to form by rolling over to completely expose her chest to me. On top of that, she spread her legs, allowing me open access to her small sex. The mild surprise of her actions was interrupted by my first sight of her pussy; it was as pleasing to see as it was to feel. Small and situated directly between her legs, I could tell without a doubt that it would be very tight on the inside, and that made things all the better.
Her lewd display by no means stopped me. All it took was a relocation of my arm, and I was back to work. I pushed and prodded my way around the hot entrance to her insides, trying to elicit as much pleasure as I could from her. Every few strokes across her vagina's surface, I would stop and lightly touch or bump her incredibly small clitoris; it generated a tensing of her muscles every single time I made contact with it. As these acts progressed, I felt her getting wetter, releasing plenty of natural lubrication, that we would most likely need soon. In a way, the Delcatty vaguely reminded me of the Furret; it was almost like she was trying not to show her pleasure; no noises other than the purring were present, and that seemed to have reached its fever pitch. As with the Furret, I knew I could make her give in with some more coaxing.
What I didn't pay any mind to then, now that I think about it, is how much better I had gotten at it. By that, I mean stimulating a Pokemon. When I had the encounter with the Growlithe, I had knonw I was nervous and unsure of what to do; with the Delcatty, however, I had known directly where to go and how to start. I won't say that exactly worries me at this point in time... it's good to have a wide range of skills, right? Heh, heh... Ok, I'll stop...
The lust that I had fought down earlier was running rampant now. It seemed almost a physical thing between us, just as real as my one hand stroking her pussy, or the other one holding its place around her. I could tell by looking that I was giving her some serious finger action; she had her eyes closed tightly, and was shivering in my half-embrace as I kept rubbing the most sensitive spot on her body. She was probably at breaking point, so I decided to change things up.
Instead of once more sliding my finger across her sex, I pressed it firmly down on the center and let it slide itself into her. The Pokemon's stoical expression couldn't stop her from releasing a tiny mewling sound; that by itself was possibly one of the cutest and sexiest things I had ever heard... honest. The erection I was already sporting throbbed upon me hearing that noise, just asking to be buried in her as soon as possible. I'm not one for instant gratification, so I pressed onwards with my finger.
I had sunk the digit fully into her before even realizing it; the sight of nothing but the third knuckle protruding from her insides was pretty hot, to tell the truth. It felt very warm and slick inside of her, and upon giving it a little wiggle, I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping down tightly around it. I pulled it out without waiting, and then slid it back, skin disappearing until reaching its previous loacation. And just like that, I was finger-fucking the Pokemon. I slowly maneuvered it deep into her, held it for a few seconds, and then pulled it out completely. The phrase 'rinse and repeat' works well here, except I didn't do any rinsing. Within twenty seconds, my finger was thoroughly soaked, which served only to increase the rate at which I could enter her, meeting less resistance every time.
These activities lasted for a few more minutes, of which I won't bother describing; I'll skip right to the important part. The first warning signs of the Delcatty's approaching orgasm occurred less than ten seconds before it actually happened. She was so calm, I wouldn't have known it was coming if not for a bout of intense twitching and shuddering that preceded it. As I pushed my finger into her for what I was about to learn was the final time, her stony silence broke; all at once she was uttering little mewling noises as her body convulsed slightly. I realized with a start that the Pokemon was rapidly approaching orgasm, so I toned down my rapid movements in her insides.
I ceased moving completely when her shuddering reached a new height. Still inside of her, I moved my finger into a hook shape and began sliding the tip up and down her walls. She came with a startling shriek of; "DEL! DELCATTY!" She screamed her name for the first time in a bout of pure ecstasy, breaking the heated silence that had grown between us. Accompanying this, a liberal flow of her clear ejaculate trickled its way out of her vagina into the fur below it; she would need to be cleaned up just as much as I would after we finished up here; but hey, at least none of it ended up on the couch. As her convulsions tapered off, I pulled my finger out of her, but didn't bother wiping it off, at least not for the moment.
I was, again, in the vicelike grip of complete and utter lust right then. I wasn't going to let up on the beautiful creature for a single second if I could help it. The arm encircling her, I removed from her body to get better access to her in full. We were both fully stretched out and using all the room available on the couch, so conservation of space became a necessity. Without needing to look, I reached behind me and gripped the one couch pillow that was always sitting there. Stretching my arms out in front of me, I slid the cushion into the space between her head and the arm of the sofa. She didn't pay that any attention, as she was seemingly riding out the remnants of her pleasure with closed eyes. She did open them when I put both hands on her hindquarters and started gently pushing her away from me. The Pokemon offered no sign of protest as I pushed her to the point where her back was reclining against the throw pillow; she was in a sort of half-sitting position, offering me the best possible access to her pussy, as her legs were still spread.
Easy access was exactly what I wanted. I pulled myself towards her on my elbows, stomach still mostly flat against the cushion. From my point of view, her sex was a deep pinkish crevice, constantly growing larger as my face neared it inch by inch. I didn't stop when I reached my goal; before Delcatty even knew what was happening, my face was buried between her soft legs, and my tongue planted deep inside of her. She uttered a high-pitched "Del!" of surprise, and gave a brief squirm, not having expected this new feeling.
I could feel the fur between her legs tickling my face as I held it in place; absolutely amazing! Waiting just to savor that sensation would do the both of us no good, however. I swirled my tongue around her interior, causing her to shudder with renewed excitement, before diving right into the act. I ate the Pokemon's small pussy out with vigor, stretching her every time my tongue entered it, and releasing the tension as it made its way out. I'm not sure is this is something you want to know, reader, but the taste was the first thing that hit me upon my uninvited entrance; I can't describe it accurately, but it was... good? I mean, better than I thought it would be. But what do I know? I don't go around eating Pokemon out all day... usually. I could feel more than just saliva coating my tongue; she had contributed her essence to the mix, it seemed, and the muscle (yes, tongues are muscles) inside her was quickly becoming coated in it.
With nothing else to do with my arms, I reached up and once again wrapped her in them as I continued sloppily eating her out. The fur pressing against both my face buried in her crotch and my arms around her was blissful; my erection throbbed painfully, positively begging that I allow its work to be done. Soon, though... that part, the very best part, would come soon. I pushed my face as far into there as her pelvis would allow, yearning to plumb every possible depth of her insides. To summarize another factor, it was noisy; who ever said such a thing wouldn't be noisy. I'm really just not going to talk about the sounds our fellatio was making, but they were... uhm... *wet*, to say the least.
Not long had passed before Delcatty did something else I hadn't imagined happening. I'm still unsure of whether it was intentional, or just for lack of anything else to do with her paws, but she placed them on my head, and then they were suddenly \_behind\_my head. Conjure a vision of 'face-fucking' if you will, or if you even know what that is; it's pretty self-explanatory. That's what the scene would have looked like at that point. The key difference was that the Pokemon wasn't putting any force on her paws, instead just gently holding them there. Kind of hard to imagine a Pokemon doing, but trust me, she did.
I, for the most part, ignored this new development, and kept on keeping on. My lips were slick from being pressed up against the area around her pussy, and try as I might, I couldn't prevent some of her escaped juices from dribbling down my chin. Sounds disgusting to me while writing this, but it definitely wasn't then. She had begun to pant heavily again, and her purring was slowly rising in strength; she was evidently recovering quickly from her orgasm less than three minutes before. Good, I liked that. But I wasn't intending to let her reach another so quickly.
Another few minutes passed before I could tell she was peaking again. My mouth was very, very soaked with mixed saliva and the ejaculate that continued to spill out of her. She started the innocent little mewling sounds as her eyelids fluttered closed and she started quaking even more. As much as she wanted it right then, she wasn't going to get it without some more work. I pulled my tongue completely out of her vagina and refrained from inserting it again; instead, I raised myself on my elbows up to her eye height, where we looked at each other contemplatively. I moved my face forward, and she met me halfway, like I knew she would. Whatever minor grudge the creature might have harbored over me not letting her finish, it surely didn't hold her back. Our faces met and... well. It was a... like a real... ugh. It was like a real kiss... it *was* a real kiss, and I know it. I knew it then and I know it now. With our faces pressed warmly against each other, our mouths met passionately. I held my lips firmly to hers for a few seconds, until I felt her tongue pressing against them, and so then I didn't; I parted them the slightest bit and her tongue was in my mouth, and mine was meeting hers...
You, reader, are surely asking two questions right now; "Can Pokemon feel this kind of affection for their trainers?", and "Does a Pokemon even know what a kiss is?" I'll answer them both, to be nice; *yes*, and *yes*. A Pokemon can certainly feel sexual attraction to their trainer, although it is extremely rare, and hardly ever shows itself through more than friendly time spent together. In other words, it never results in anything, at least never anything major that I've heard about; so yes, I guess I'm considered the anomaly here, not even being these creatures' trainer, and yet taking things so far with them. As for a Pokemon recognizing and understanding a kiss, I'm next to sure they can. Pokemon are not dumb creatures (most of the time), and I would assume they can recognize it as a great sign of affection just as much as the next person. Whether or not this particular Delcatty saw it as such doesn't perturb me; all that matters is that it happened. So back we go...
We were locked together at our mouths. She seemed to give in, and stopped putting force behind the kiss; this allowed my tongue entrance to her mouth, and then we were back at it. We had already held it to the point where saliva was trailing out of our paired mouths. Without breaking the moment, I pulled one knee under myself and rose a little, relieving the strain on my elbows. Her head followed my movement upwards as we stayed passionately locked together. I wrapped my now-freed arms around her, and lifted her off the couch and to my eye level; holding her close to my chest, I allowed the Pokemon to cling to my thighs using her legs to give her body better support. We simply stayed like that for a short time, before I finally had to take a breath.
As I broke the kiss, panting loudly, I could hear Delcatty doing the same. I pulled in air, breathed deeply a few times, and then went right back to it. Again our faces met and, tongues in each other's mouth, we silently displayed the affection that man truly can have with Pokemon. She was the one to end that second kiss, eventually pulling her head away to fill her lungs with air. When her breathing had relaxed, she turned her head back to me, still held in my embrace. I didn't lean back in for another kiss, but instead gazed back at her a little awkwardly. That first kiss had been the best of my life so far, I was sure. I was feeling deep love for the Pokemon in those few moments we spent looking at each other. It was very, very quiet; still dark outside, too. My internal clock estimated we had been here for just under an hour now. We had plenty of time to ourselves. The only thing audible was the sounds of our harsh breathing. I became aware that my skin was lightly sheened with sweat; it was hot in here, all right. Our bodies had warmed up the air around us out of sheer exertion. I started thinking of taking a little break from all this to calm down.
And then, seconds later, the Delcatty was flat on her back in her original position, and I was straddling her, a knee pressing into the cushions on either side of her. The Pokemon's wide, innocent eyes were watching me as I fumbled with my belt, before finally catching it right and pulling it off. I must have moved her to that position, though I can't even remember doing it. Everything after we ended the kissing seemed a complete blur, actually. I only managed to get my pants halfway down before complete and utter lust took over, and I gave in fully for the first time that night. All of the night's activities had been leading up to this moment, the time when I would finally be able to fully enjoy the beautiful creature, and her me. Another few seconds, and my penis was out, harder than I would have thought possible. With both hands, I pushed Delcatty up a little so that my knees were on either side of her haunches. Taking hold of my dick, I bent a little lower, held it at a slight downwards angle, and was instantaneously pressing it against her tight cunt.
As I entered her slowly, I kept a wary eye on her face just in case she might let slip any looks of discomfort; nothing. She had again closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of my first inch slipping into her. That first was followed by several more at the same slow pace. With every bit of me that made its way inside, I got a better feeling of just how tight she was; and warm, too. I continued pushing my hips forward until my entire cock was nicely situated in the Pokemon's insides. Holding that position, I debated my options from this point; stay like that for a bit, or start moving right away? As I thought, her mildly warm vagina massaged my length in time with her breathing, which had become noticeably heavier. She was handling these first few moments well for a creature her size. Then again, I hadn't reached her cervix on my initial thrust, meaning she went deeper. Seizing an idea from that thought, I held her sides a little firmer to prevent her whole body from moving, and then pushed forward a little more, testing how much farther I could get even though I was already pressed against her hips.
A little mewl escaped her as the pressure on her pelvis increased and my cock moved a tiny bit further into her; that bit was all I needed, for I could now feel my tip barely pressing up against her inner limits. So she really didn't go much deeper than I could reach. Having gained that information, I started my movements.
She held up well for the first few seconds, enduring me pulling out and then sliding back into the heat of her pussy. A few more of the same movements was all it took for her to start giving in to the stimulation; she started panting loudly as her eyes stayed tightly shut. I pushed my dick into her a few more times, then accepted that our current position wasn't going to work well. Refraining from pulling out, I pushed her farther away from me, then moved myself up to stay above her hindquarters. I paused again, and then decided some support might help. The cushion I had propped her against earlier, I now used for the same purpose. I pushed it under her back, so she was propped up at a slight angle, with her stomach facing me. This would definitely work better.
From there, I started fucking her in our crude semblance of the missionary position. With both hands once again between her and the cushion, I slid into her constricting deaths, pulling as much enjoyment from the motion as I could, and then moved most of the way back out. I maintained the same pace to give her time to adjust to it. Her walls pressed down around my girth on every new thrust, squeezing me like a closed fist. Delcatty may have been more or less calm at the time, but her pussy was nicely lubricated, betraying her true feelings toward the pounding I was giving her. I thrusted back into, and then out of, her again. The firm, warm insides of her vagina made me lose track of time just as quickly as I lost myself indulging in her; and what an indulgence that was...
Not a single outside thought crossed my mind as I kept going at it with the Delcatty; lust gripped me too powerfully for any to get into my head. I focused my energy on truly giving her the experience she deserved, having been so loving and kind to me. As I forced my way into her again, a particularly powerful jolt of pleasure shot through the length of my cock, forcing my vocal cords to form a slow moan; "Ahhh...". I took that to mean I was already partway towards my climax. I had gotten so far so fast! It seemed only a minute before when I had first started on the Pokemon. Determined to hold out as much as possible, I tried to distract myself from the blissful sensations of the sex with her silky fur, so well presented and ready for the taking.
Both hands found their way to the purple ruff that formed the feline Pokemon's 'collar'. There, they buried themselves deep, before starting their own movements; it was like they had a mind of their own as they started pushing their way through that soft, beautiful ruff, twining fingers around loose strands. I put focus into the feeling of the fur under all my fingers at once, not the love we were making together. With my senses put on edge from all the stimulation, her coat seemed like the thing I had always dreamt of having for myself.
Delcatty herself was having a difficult time fully holding back. Mixed noises emanated from her; heavy breathing combined with the occasional mewl and a constant undertone of sultry purring to form the ultimate cacophony of erotic sounds. I could have gotten hard just listening to those noises without even banging her. Her body temperature felt similar to mine; heat was radiating off of her in waves, which I could sense pressing against my exposed arms. Remember, I was still fully clothed; was I supposed to waste time taking them off when I could have had her so much sooner? And the Pokemon's little sex, god damn was it nice! It was quite literally pulsing around me as I filled her up regularly, massaging every little spot on my penis in a perfect way, like no human woman's ever could. She was extremely wet down there, too. On every movement of my hips away from her, my near-exit was accompanied with a trickle of natural lubricant from within her. While the mess it was making couldn't be prevented, I won't deny that it didn't make things all the easier. As wet as she was inside, I could be reaching new speeds if I so desired; I just wasn't quite sure I wanted to right then.
I can only flesh this part out so much before having to conclude it, reader. I really don't know what else to say. I had almost brought her to orgasm earlier, before letting her down; now, I could plainly see that what she hadn't achieved earlier was coming back, and maybe on an even higher note. This time, her oncoming orgasm was much easier to predict. As I slowly pumped my hips against her, I detected a change in her now-constant heavy exhalations of "Del...Delcatty...". Her tone started to grow a little higher as she quivered under me. It took my stupefied mind a moment to realize she was going to orgasm soon. That thought didn't stop me at all; in fact, I increased my speed a little, wanting to give her the best climax I could.
A short time later, the Pokemon finally reached her long-awaited peak. She squealed her name loudly as her entire frame convulsed, muscles twitching and jumping rapidly in her ecstasy. In my eyes, it was a beautiful thing, being able to watch this moment brought upon her by none other than myself. When I first realized I was becoming obsessed with Pokemon sexually, which really wasn't that long ago, the idea had worried me, if nothing else. Now... well, it might have just been the heat of the moment, but I could truly see that this wasn't just an 'obsession', this was actual *love* for the creatures. I'd always *liked* Pokemon, but liking isn't loving, after all. And now, this was who I was. Why try and change what you can't...?
And all this raced through my mind during the few seconds she spent twitching under me, with my dick still moving within her tight interior.
As her climax tapered off, she let out one last pleasured sigh, and a small flood of her ejaculate poured out of her well-used pussy. She may have gone limp under me, but I wasn't quite done, though I was getting there quickly. I continued to breathe deeply as my hips met her pelvis time and time again. I was focused fully on the sex, and nothing outside of it. For those few moments of her orgasm, her walls had tightened spasmodically around my penis, making me sure I would lose it right then. That having not happened, I was able to continue at my own pace.
Delcatty had loosened up considerably, abating the constricting feel of her insides; I tried not to let that bother me, and mostly succeeded in that respect. I looked down carefully at her while pushing ever-forwards towards my climax; she looked utterly exhausted, laying there limply against the cushion I had propped her against. All other noises but her purring had ceased, and even that was slowing. The look of her implied that she was hardly even noticing my constant advances into her pussy. At least I knew that I had brought her what I intended; an amazing orgasm.
Looking at the tired creature invoked one of my base reactions, considering that I ran a Daycare; she was just another tired Pokemon that needed a place to rest. Of course, to me she was something more than that, something I could actually, physically love for the time being. I could see the content expression on her face as her eyelids hung heavy over her little eyes. My instinct kicked in, and, having already brought both arms around her earlier, I lifted her from the couch. She was quite limp, and didn't resist in the slightest. Supporting her in my hold, I brought her body close to mine as I momentarily ceased thrusting. I just held her to me for a short time, savoring the moment, before starting to move again, but slower this time.
I gently pushed into her again as she lay against my chest like a ragdoll. I felt her raise her head and place it on my shoulder for support. We continued in that manner for a little while, until an unmistakable feeling started growing in my hips. And then both of her front legs had been lifted and placed on my shoulders, almost like a sort of embrace. I clutched her tightly to me as my breathing reached a new pitch, my skin slick with a light perspiration, muscles tensing themselves for the grand finale. Everything was perfectly quiet around us. My hands moved slightly through her purple ruff, feeling the sensation of silky Pokemon fur that I knew would never grow uninteresting to me, and that sent me gently over the edge, like a little push. I moaned out softly as I came into her, holding her against me, with her paws placed firmly on my shoulders. "Oh God... Delcatty..."
She answered with a cute little whimper as she felt my semen shoot into her well-used sex. As my orgasm tapered off, the same exhaustion befell me as did her. I slipped down onto the couch and lay there on my side, facing the rest of the room. Delcatty, still in my embrace, exhaled lightly as I pulled out of her. Her eyes were closed before mine, and she was probably asleep before me as well. I was much too tired to do anything else right then. I watched the first bit of my cum reach her entrance and begin trickling out. The last thing I remember before losing myself to sleep was the sound of her gentle purring in my ear.
I realize how long I've made this; probably a little too much. Taking that into consideration, I'll go ahead and end this as quickly as possible. Nothing of much interest happened after that night anyways. I woke up late the next morning, still curled into the same position on the couch and sore as hell. The first thing I noted was that Delcatty was no longer in my arms. I blinked the sleep away as best as possible, and then raised my head a little to look for her. She was stretched out next to the door, which was still closed. I think I mentioned that her species was mostly nocturnal, and so, accordingly, she was fast asleep.
With a little effort, I was able to raise myself from the couch, which bore a deep imprint where I had lain. I walked over to the door, a little unsteadily, and bent down next to her. That didn't rouse the Pokemon, so I proceeded to lightly grasp her tail and lift it partially; the area around her vagina was perfectly clean, as if nothing had happened. She must have cleaned herself off after I blacked out. It didn't take a genius to tell she had come over to the door because she wanted to be back outside. Granting that implied request, I gathered her limp form into my arms; she stirred, but didn't open her eyes. I used an elbow to push the handle down and open the door, and stepped outside into the cool morning air.
The sky was still a little gray, lacking the full shine of the sun. The dewy grass cushioned my steps as I walked slowly over to the center of the enclosure. There, I laid her down. She opened her eyes upon being placed on the wet grass. More awake now than before, she raised herself into a sitting position. Her mouth gaped wide in an agonizingly slow yawn which exposed her sharp little teeth. Without so much as a look up at me, she rose and padded slowly towards the bushes which lined the fence. I myself turned around and plodded back to the door. I heard branches rustle, and turned around in time to catch the tip of her tail disappearing into the bushes; she was likely going to go find a spot to sleep for the rest of the day. I stepped back inside and shut the door behind me.
The Delcatty's trainer kept her promise, arriving unannounced two days later. During those specific two days, absolutely nothing happened between me and the Pokemon. In fact, the only times I saw her were when she left her hideout to eat; then, if she happened upon me, she would give me a blank stare for a few seconds, before padding off. I understood that while what we did together was special to me, it was just another unimportant event for her. There really was no way to share truly intimate love with a Pokemon that didn't have higher intelligence, like some do. Now that's a disheartening idea... but, I try not to let it get me down...
I returned Delcatty to the trainer, and she paid for the care and left. I won't say I wasn't the \_tiniest\_bit emotional, because that would be lying. However, I had experienced the feeling before... and I certainly would experience it again. If nothing else, that I knew for certain. Every little loss like this one only assists in building one's tolerance to them...
And that, folks, is all this story consists of. I hope you weren't expecting a detailed account of every day I took care of her. Not that I would write something like that. I notice that in what I have written previously, I took some time to copy down thoughts on my changing sexuality; not this time, however. I'm tired, and my hand is killing me. But, don't despair; as twice before, I certainly have more to tell.
A lot more...
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Well then, hope you enjoyed, Also, I really didn't intend to make this so long; I just get carried away sometimes, Sadly, you will have to expect shorter chapters in the future, (For now, at least) Thank you for reading,
***\-Thecursednoodle***
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