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The Journey by titangreen | This is another comissioned story from http://www.furaffinity.net/user/thegravekeeper/ please see his gallery ^^ - The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, that's how the old saying goes...and yet, taking that first step can be such a daunting task. So many things can go wrong, | [
"Braixen",
"Breasts",
"Cowgirl",
"Fantasy",
"Mage",
"Pokemon",
"Salazzle",
"Straight",
"amazonian",
"big",
"blaziken",
"flashback",
"thief"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152541-the-journey | The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, that's how the old saying goes...and yet, taking that first step can be such a daunting task. So many things can go wrong, events unknown and possibilities endless with no indication or warning to them...truly it is a frightening thing. Or at least it was to a certain young Pokemon who was literally sweating buckets in the bed of the inn he was staying at, his fur matted as the fear of the unknown was setting deep into his mind preventing him from finding any restful sleep, his mind a constant activity of what if scenarios and all the things that could befall him and his traveling partner...in fact he had almost made himself sick from worry a couple times as he closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, even if he didn't sleep he knew putting his body at rest was a wise move and so that is what he did until the sun rose the next morning. The young male managing to fall into a semblance of sleep for a few hours at least as a loud pounding came at his door to wake him followed by it being swung open by his traveling partner; "HEY! You going to waste the entire day in bed!? The suns already up!"
The young male looking up and gasping as his partner was staring directly at him; "S-Shina?! What in the world!? I'm not decent!!!" He screamed as he covered himself in the bed and hid from her making her smile to herself quickly. Shina was a Blaziken, an avian type Pokemon that held massive fighting capabilities, even more so due to the fact she was also an Amazonian. Shina stood at seven feet tall and weighed a solid one hundred eighty pounds of pure muscle with an hourglass figure and swathing hips and generous E cup breasts. Her fur was primarily red all over her body with white fluff on her ankles and legs which her most lethal instruments of pain as well as a magnificent plume of hair that trailed down to her shoulders, also colored white. Her eyes sparkled like the sky and she had a fiery and commanding disposition to her which contrasted her traveling partner like night and day. "So what, you getting up? Or do I have to make you Joshua?" She said getting a groan from the blankets; "Shina...you know I hate being called my full name...just Josh..." Shina smiling that she always got a rise out of him for saying that as he popped his head out and looked at her.
Joshua was a Braixen, the secondary evolution in his family tree. He only stood at five foot five inches tall and weighed a meager one hundred fifteen pounds, unlike Shina he wasn't built for physical combat but ruled in the psychic and magical traits...or at least he was supposed to. His second form isn't the most powerful and Joshua desperately wants to evolve, but was cursed with an Everstone that was embedded into his being by a rival in his youth and has been unsuccessful in removing it. Joshua's fur is typically yellow with black in his legs and white on his muzzle and arms making him a rather girly looking Pokemon which doesn't help his self-esteem issues for sure. Also his breeds defining trait are the massive tufts of fur coming from his ears, blazing red in color and quite puffy, in truth...Joshua looked WAY more feminine than he would've liked but what can you do? He sat up and asked her to leave so he could get ready, promising her he'd be out in twenty minutes, Shina tapping her foot but saying if he was even a second late she'd come in and drag him out, ready or not. Joshua hurrying as he knew she would do something like that and heading out to meet her as quickly as he could.
"About time Josh! Let's get this journey started already! Or don't you want to find out if that stone CAN be removed!?" Josh flaring at her a little; "Of COURSE I do! You think I like being like this!? Stuck in this...weak form, I'd do anything to evolve like you!" Shina remember those words as turned to face him in a simple leather covering that stretched from shoulder to shoulder and barely covered her large breasts with a simple belt and loincloth covering for her loins; "Alright, just keep that focus then, it's a long way and I don't want to hear any complaining." The two of them making out into the world with high hopes that their quest would be a successful one, what was this quest you ask? It was more of a personal one for Joshua with Shina more along to make sure nothing happened to him, though she would never let anything come to harm him but we'll discuss that relationship a little more in a little bit.
The reason for this journey goes back to when Josh was birthed seventeen years ago, for the first few years of his life things were perfectly fine, but one fateful night he was afflicted with a curse, the curse of an Everstone. This stone was implanted in him by a group of bullies in his village who constantly taunted and beat the lad, but one day Josh fought back and unleashed some of his magic on them, burning one of them in the process, not enough to cause lasting harm but enough for them to swear vengeance. And that came in the form of grabbing him one night and using an ancient ritual, embedding an Everstone deep in his body and thus preventing him from ever reaching his final evolution. Josh has been deeply distraught from that experience, knowing that he is trapped in a weaker from with many strong Pokemon out there that could do him harm and that's where Shina came into the picture.
Joshua had left home at the age of sixteen in an attempt to find a cure for himself with no luck and shortly after striking out was come upon by bandits. Josh having very little confidence in himself and finding himself at their mercy until Shina arrived and rescued him, being an Amazonian she was able to easily defend him and sent his enemies fleeing. When she asked him his age and if he was alright, his answer shocked her, surely he should've been in his final stage at this point in life, but when he explained why he was like this, she made a vow to protect and guard him until the curse could be lifted. Josh beyond grateful to have a traveling partner and for the last year the two had been chasing lead after lead with no success and in all honesty, Josh was beginning to become disheartened as the two made their way along a dirt road leading towards a mountain where an ancient monastery was located, having heard rumors of monks living within and hoping they would be able to help him. "Come on Josh! Quit dragging your heels!" She called showing her commanding personality making him scoff and pout; "Not everyone is a morning person like you Shina! And you're a whole foot and a half taller than me!" (Roughly but he made his point) Shina sighing as she slowed her pace only a little and let him catch up to her; "Whats wrong with you today? You're usually so eager to get going." Josh looking down at the ground and muttering; "It's none of your business..."
Shina gritting her teeth; "Well fine! Be a little brat! Forgive me for taking some concern in your mood! AGH!" She said as she stamped up ahead of him, even though she wanted the best for him, that little remark REALLY tested her patience with him, Josh seeing his mistake and catching up to her quickly; "Shina..." "WHAT!?" She nearly screamed making him pin his ears again; "I'm sorry...you're right that was rude of me." He said as she stopped and looked at him; "Shina...I'm getting to the point where I'm wondering if this quest is even possible anymore. We've been traveling for a year now and I'm still...trapped in this weak, pathetic form." He said making her turn to face him with a serious expression; "You stop telling yourself that." She said making him look at her; "Sure you're not in your final form yet, or maybe you won't ever be." (Well that's really helpful...) he thought as she continued; "But you are NOT weak, or have you forgotten those training sessions we've done?" Joshua looking at her with a moment of realization as he did recall those...
It was a long time ago, about eight months and the two had just come out of a ruin that they had searched top to bottom and found nothing that they thought would be there to help Josh. "Well what are we going to do now?" He asked her making her think and smile to herself; "Train." She said making him look at her funny; "Train? For what?" Shina holding her beak mouth a little and shaking her head; "Training to defend yourself idiot, what if I'm not around or there are more than I can handle to defend us both? You'll need to be able to fight too." Josh groaning a little; "But Shina, we've been over this, without my final form, I'm useless in a fight." Shina standing in a commanding way before him and speaking; "Since when was that the rule of the land? That final forms are the only means of strength? In my village we're taught to fight from birth, each form serving a purpose to make you stronger and rely on that, not the next chain in the link." Josh pouting a little; "Easy for you to say, raised in a warriors life and already in your top form..." Shina seeing she'd have to force him to fight and see her point as she cracked her knuckles and smiled at him; "Your wrong, it my experience that makes me strong...and it's high time you got some more!" Shina cried as she rushed the Braixen boy who grit his teeth and his eyes widened in shock as she approached with fists balled ready to strike.
"S-shina! WAIT!!!" He protested, but she wouldn't listen, she kept coming and he was forced to stand up and backstep her first blow. Shina not letting up and keeping the barrage of blows coming, throwing an occasional roundhouse kick in the mix which inadvertently showed Josh her nether region which made him blush and loose focus and allowed Shina to get a full power punch to his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. Josh moaned and groaned and Shina covered her mouth a little as she might have gone overboard; "H-hey, you're alright aren't you?" She asked a little timidly until she heard him growl and thrust his wand stick...thing at her, her eyes widening as she saw it glowing with his psychic power and enveloping her in it's energy. "Wha-what!?" She exclaimed as she was lifted into the air with Josh seeming to have snapped and looking at her with a cold, callus glare and his teeth grinding together that made her afraid for a moment, then Josh tightened his grip on his wand and Shina felt her body being compressed and tightened, like she was in a vice.
This made her grunt and groan as he looked to kill her! She had to act fast if she was to survive; "J-JOSHUA!!!" She screamed making him snap back to himself and seeing her in the air making him gasp and lower her to the ground, seeing her cough and rubbing her body to loosen it as he ran up to her; "I-I'm sorry Shina!" He said as she coughed a little and looked at him with a new found...it wasn't fear, nor was it respect...but a confidence for him you could say. She'd never seen such power from him before; "Tell me what happened..." She said making him tense up and start to cry a little; "I...I lost control and I almost...killed you." Shina able to stand up and looking down at him (Well at least he doesn't have that amnesia crap when it happens) She thought and smiled; "Still think you're weak?" She said with a soft tone making him gasp softly; "W-what? You can't expect me to think that's a good thing! I could really hurt someone!" Shina sighing; "That's not what I asked." Josh looking down a moment and whispering; "N-no..." Shina smiling; "All we have to do is train you to use that power, control it. I think it'd be good for you, boost your confidence."
"B-but you're not a psychic type, how could you help me?" He asked which was a valid point, but Shina smiled in a brazen way; "You think I haven't dealt with those types before? We had some mean ones back home and I know a thing or two that may prove useful. Now what do you say?" Josh thinking a minute before agreeing; "All right, lets do it." Shina smiling at him as the two began an intense training session, Shina taking more care this time not to rile his anger TOO much, she instead tried to ease him into that state, or at least learn how to manage it better. True she didn't know much about how to exactly help him, but basic breathing and focus drills did prove to be useful to Josh and within a short time (A week) he was already in much better control of his impressive powers, Shina praising his efforts and saying she was going to do some training of her own, saying he shouldn't stop just because she wasn't there to oversee every little step. Josh nodding and thanking her for her belief in him and smiling brightly, the first real smile he'd shown in quite some time and that Shina happier than he could know.
Shina had agreed to help him get past this evolution, but truth be told, she adored him in the cuter form he was in now, even developing a soft romance for him, but she couldn't tell him about it, at least not yet. Let him build his confidence first and gain some more experience from this journey, than maybe...she would get him to see her for who she was, a sexy female and not just some guardian. Joshua continuing to train and breathe, focusing his energies to control his natural fire abilities and even lifting various objects with his mind alone, nothing bigger than a small boulder right now though there were some bigger ones darted about, but Josh didn't want to push that back then.
It was true that Josh had gotten stronger since then, but even so he knew that more power was still out of his reach, Joshua desperately wanted to be rid of this form, reach his full potential but Shina had been very helpful to him just as she said she would. The two of them resuming their travels with Josh keeping decent pace with more of a smile on his face, the two traveling well into the day before deciding to take a break at a fork in the road; "Hey Josh, I'm going to get in some quick training alright? Stay right here and stay out of trouble okay?" Josh looking at her coyly; "Yes MOM..." He said with a smirk making Shina sigh but smile; "That's better, that's the little snot I know." she said making him smile back at her, the two of them having grown close enough to trade little quips like that as well as drawing them closer to each other than they both dared to admit. "Just be careful Shina alright?" He said making her nod; "I'll be back soon." She smiled before darting off to get some of her own training in, leaving Josh to sit on a rock and wait.
Shina leaving would prove to be a mistake however, as he was waiting for Shina to finish her solo training, he was happened upon by a wandering thief named Violet. Violet was one the more well known thief's throughout the land, having been in that profession for most of her twenty six years of life. She stood at five foot seven and weighed a decent one hundred thirty pounds of lean muscle, Violet wasn't overly curvaceous but she knew she was a looker with a decent set of hips and an impressive (though cumbersome at times she admitted) F cup chest. Violet was a Salazzle by nature which only helped her thievery skills, having a natural affinity for seduction and enchantment she could easily get what she wanted if caught and with her dark scales with purple accents, she could blend into the darkness with relative ease, her eyes were a standard purple color that she hid under her hooded garments. Violet seeing this young male on his own and watching him for a short time, finding him more and more enticing and deciding that she would own him.
But before she could make a move, Shina decided to come back (much quicker than expected) with a few cuts and bruises on her. Josh gasping a little and running over to her; "Shina! What happened!?" He exclaimed making her smile softly; "Overdid it a little, nothing to worry about though I'll be fine." Josh making her sit down as he dressed her wounds; "You shouldn't do that! What if you'd gotten hurt really bad!? Couldn't make it back to me or get help! You're too reckless Shina..." He berated her making Shina laugh a little as he fixed her up, Josh did care about her but only as a partner right now, yes he knew Shina was beautiful but he never expected her to look at him other than a friend. Violet watching the two from the trees and thinking of a way to separate the two of them so she could get the boy to herself, now Violet wasn't one to beat around the bush, so while they were both distracted by Shina's wounds, she drew a smoke bomb and tossed it between them, Shina gasping as it went off and Josh coughing as they were enveloped in black mist.
Violet then made her move, swift as a shadow she rushed in and grabbed Josh, cupping his mouth as she did so and darting off into the forest before Shina became aware of her. Josh having no idea what was going on as he was carried quite easily a good distance away from Shina and the path they were on to a cave where Violet had been hiding out, running deep inside through a myriad of tunnels to her den of sorts. She planted the braixon boy down and smiled at him; "Welcome boy, to my humble abode." She said in a half menacing but seductive tone, Josh still coughing from the bomb and opening one eye, getting a look around and at his captor; "W-who, are you?" He said through a cough making her bow, which showed a generous portion of her cleavage in the leather bustier she wore (Which was completely by design, Violet had to use her assets to escape capture on more than one occasion.) "You can call me, Mistress Violet." Josh coughing a little more; "M-mistress? What is that?" He asked in complete ignorance making Violet giggle (Oh he's naive!!! PERFECT!!!) She thought in glee at the chance to corrupt such a young boy.
"It means, you belong to me and will do what I say and in return, I may even let you play around with me." She said striking a provocative pose making Joshua blush and scamper back a little; "Now I never agreed to that!!!" He said making her lick her lips; "Who said you had a choice? Now come here and let me have a look at that young body." She said as she pulled her top off showing her massive breasts making Josh blush on reaction as she got on all fours and began to crawl towards him, her breasts swinging from side to side as she did so making Josh gulp; "N-now wait a minute! Can't we talk about this!?" He said making her lick her lips; "Why talk we can rut? I'm sure you'll be a natural at it, now show me that lower half of yours..." She said as she'd gotten right next to him and was pulling his shorts down and started to see the bulge of his cock making her blush and shudder softly as she stripped him naked.
But before she could do anything else, Shina burst into the cave and tackled Violet, Josh shocked as he saw only a blur of red and yellow whiz past his skull as Violet gasped and was rolled a good three feet back with Shina pummeling the ever loving snot out of her. Violet doing her best to right back but a Salazzle's strength is in it's speed and elusiveness not raw power and thus was quickly subdued by Shina who stood over her foe and kicked her once more; "Don't you ever steal what is mine!!!" She screamed turning to face Josh who looked up at her with a blush as she had lost her own top in the tussle and Josh was mesmerized by her breasts, Shina too looking at his cock for the first time and finding it to be much larger than she even imagined and blushing herself, Shina deciding to do something that she had always wanted to do as she went next to Josh and knelt beside him, cupping the back of his head and slamming her muzzle to his own. Josh was in shock as Shina forced him to make out with her, slipping her tongue into his maw and wrestling with his own, Josh moaning softly and without even meaning too, slipping his right hand on her bosom.
Shina gasping as she made out with Josh as he fondled her large breast, the Blaziken girl giving a soft moan as Josh's tongue wrestled with her own, his fingers gently caressing her flesh and fur making her spine tingle. The kiss was broken and Josh looked into Shina's eyes, seeing a love burning in them and in his heart he returned that gaze; "Shina..." He started to speak but she put a finger to his lips; "Don't talk...we both know what we want..." She said in a hushed tone as she slipped her nether covering off and pushed Josh onto his back and straddled his hips with ease and care, his throbbing cock pulsing and eager to delve into her tender folds. Josh was breathing fast and hard as this goddess he'd fallen for was about to impale herself on his dick, Shina blushing deeply as Josh looked much bigger than she'd ever thought but gripped his junk and guided it to her pussy. His head spreading her petals wide and eliciting a moan from her as she slowly sank her hips down onto his lap, Josh moaning at this as her pussy was so tight and warm, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the bliss of it all.
Shina biting her bottom lip as Josh filled her to the brim in dick, pushing deep into her sex as she slowly started to move her hips up and down on his shaft, squeezing her pussy muscles to really feel every vein of his cock. Josh couldn't speak at all, he was too enamored with what was happening, Shina was amazing, controlling exactly where she wanted him to go and how hard, her hands on his chest to support herself as she rode him. Shina's breasts bouncing softly as she ground her hips down against Josh, oh he was good, much better than she'd ever hoped as he slowly pushed up against her downward thrusts making her moan and gasp softly as she didn't want to alarm him, she didn't know how much sex he'd actually had before so she took things slow at first, Josh however was reaching a boiling point. He grabbed her arms suddenly and began to buck into her sex wildly making her gasp and tongue loll out as he was taking charge, completely overpowering her own desires as he grit his teeth and bucked up into her eager and waiting folds.
Shina was panting loudly now as Josh bucked her up and then pulled her back down onto his dick, their hips meeting in loud, wet slaps of sexual bliss that echoed in the cavern, each of them moaning and blushing as they were close to reaching their climax. Shina's teeth ground together and eyes cinched shut as she squeezed and gripped his cock with all her might, making him work that much harder to rut her, Josh welcoming this challenge as he put everything he had into plowing her until he gasped and grunted as he released his seed into his waiting partner. Shina howling in delight at having a male cum in her once more, and even happier that it was the man she secretly loved, moaning loudly as she felt him claim her womb. Shina fell onto him and breathed hard, nuzzling his face softly; "Th-that...was wonderful..." She moaned as Josh held her and rubbed her back gently; "Th-thank you Shina..." He said as the two rested a moment in their afterglow before standing up.
"So, what shall we do with her?" Shina asked as Violet hadn't moved in a bit, Josh going over to her and nudging her awake, Violet gasping and jumping away as she was surrounded by both of them now. "Why did you come after me?" He asked making Violet think quickly and then look at Shina who shot a sharp look making her sigh; "I...wanted to be with you, you looked so...worthy, of being my leader." She said making him look at her with questioning eyes as Shina didn't buy that; "I've been on my own for a long time, and something about you caught my gaze. I thought that if I made you claim me, you would keep me around, I see I was wrong...but would you have me anyway?" She asked with a somber gaze; "I would be of great use to you! I promise!" She said making Josh pull Shina aside to talk; "I don't see the harm do you? She did apologize after all..." He said making her bap his nose softly; "She's a thief you dolt, she's just saying what you want to hear! Let's just leave her, or better yet, off her." She said making Josh bap her nose this time; "That's not who we are Shina, and this is my journey and I say it's alright." Shina groaning but nodding softly as Josh went over to her and offered her clothes.
"You can come with us Violet." He said making her bow her head and thank him; "You won't regret this!" She said with a sly smile making Shina walk over to her; "I will be watching you though, give me one reason to think you'll betray us or hurt Joshua and I will KILL you." Violet smiling wryly; "Smart girl, though I promised to be a good girl and so I shall." She said as she quickly dressed and the three of them left the cave with Josh feeling a new level of confidence and Violet between him and Shina, her gaze always on the boy and thinking of ways to possibly seduce him herself, Shina glaring at the Salazzle and tensing her fists softly, she didn't trust her but if Josh did she would go along with it for now. Josh happy with his situation now as they headed towards his destination that hopefully would provide him the freedom to his curse. |
The Greys Chapter 6: Options by hyenafur | #7 of The Greys - Jo didn't abort the child, even though she'd thought about it many times over the remaining trimesters. It didn't help that being pregnant hurt her attendance during her Freshman year, but she had been able to get and hold a 3.0 Grade Point Average, mostly because of her papers. | [
"Antelope",
"College",
"Fanfiction",
"Vixen",
"Zootopia"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148623-the-greys-chapter-6-options | Jo didn't abort the child, even though she'd thought about it many times over the remaining trimesters. It didn't help that being pregnant hurt her attendance during her Freshman year, but she had been able to get and hold a 3.0 Grade Point Average, mostly because of her papers. The more the months ticked away, the more her pregnancy showed, but the more determined she was to at least finish her Freshman year.
The whole ordeal had been rough on the vixen, and even more so on her parents who rarely heard from Jo at all. She'd talk to them on the phone every few days, but she never sent home any new photos, which made them a bit curious about what was going on. It confused them even more that she didn't come to visit on holidays or breaks. The more Jo was silent, the more everyone worried. They'd thought about heading to the big city to see their little girl, but they couldn't get much in the way of farm help.
The semester finally ended in mid-May, something that Jo had been extremely grateful for. With college done for the time being, she could at least focus on what to do next. She'd started to think about names for the kit brewing inside her when she received a call from the registrar's office. It was a bit strange, especially considering it was from her counselor. The vixen figured that she wouldn't hear from them at least until August when classes started again, but she went along with it.
The woman behind the desk was tall and skinny, but that was to be expected from an antelope, though Jo didn't really know which of the various antelope subspecies she was. "Miss Grey," the woman said as she leaned over her desk, "I realize that you have been up into a very awkward situation, and I hate to burden you further. But many of the staff have noticed your condition and are wondering what your plan is if you wish to continue to attend Z.U."
The vixen just looked down, "I... I hadn't really done much considerin'. I've jist wanted t'finish the year."
The antelope nodded her head, "I understand, but the University doesn't offer any family housing, and children aren't allowed in the dorms. You'd also be away from the child for long periods of time, and we don't offer any day care services."
Jo started to sniffle. The sniffle turned into a pout. The pout turned into sobbing. "I... I don't know what to do! I cain't afford a house, er a nanny, but I cain't send him back home t'my parents! I'd die of shame," the vixen started to openly wail as her hands moved to rest on her cheeks, "I cain't quit college! I jist cain't! I'm th'only Grey to ever go t'college. But I cain't let my kit grow up without a mama or a daddy."
The antelope woman slowly slid out of her desk, moving around to grab some tissue paper. She handed it to Jo as a hand moved to her shoulder. "I understand, Miss Grey, but there are other options," the woman said, "you could put your child up for adoption."
The vixen looked up at her with blood shot eyes as tears kept flowing, "Adoption?" The antelope nodded, "Yes. There are lots of couples who can't have children that are looking to adopt. I could put you in touch with one of them if you like."
Jo just nodded her head, "Please." |
The Real Reason by Human Kid Jet | This a story driven story based off an old Russian cartoon "Nu, Pogodi!" Volk, a young adult male wolf has been through a lot in his attempts to catch Zayats, a young male Hare whom he tries to catch either to eat or for revenge at times when his plans fail. But after having a bad day, to Volk, it's | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148981-the-real-reason | It was a sunny day and the sky was blue, not a cloud in the sky yet sometimes there was very few white clouds that looked like no rain was about to fall. At a local hospital, there was plenty of doctors, nurses and patients there. Some patients had injuries, illnesses and some were in recovery after procedure was done. The doctors and nurses always did what they could when treating a patient, no matter how minor or major the condition was from the patient. There was one patient that was recovering but he wasn't looking very happy.
"Why, why, why." said the patient.
The patient was a young male adult wolf who was either in his mid to late twenties or early thirties, he was a tall, long haired male wolf who had a deep, gruff yet soft voice like he was taking in a breath and letting it out, sometimes his voice was raspy. He had gray fur all over, long black hair and black eyes like beetles with warmth, he was in a pair of blue pajamas that were having long sleeves and pants length like legging to them. He was laying in a bed as he had been through an accident, he was having bandages around his right leg, his left arm and had a small ice pack strapped to his head as it was on top of a bump on his head. He had a black eye on his right eye, some slight swellings to his right cheek, red marks on his arms and legs and very few on his cheeks. He had a depressed expression on his face.
"Why do you do this to me?" said the depressed male wolf.
He was in big a room and in came a female dog in a nurses uniform as she was in to see how the miserable wolf was doing.
"Mr. Volk, how are we feeling right now?" asked the female dog nurse kindly.
Volk, the male wolf was silent and just let out a deep and heavy sigh. The nurse dog was seeing he was recovering in the body but didn't look happy when it came to how he felt emotionally and psychologically, she placed a hand on his head.
"Volk, would it be necessary if we contact your family? Your mother or your father." suggested the dog nurse.
Volk felt like a strong sting to his heart was shot into him as he heard her mention his family, especially his mom and dad as he shed a tear that trickled out of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. The nurse dog figured she brought up a tragic subject.
"Oh? I forgot, you have a visitor." said the female dog nurse as she suddenly remembered something.
Volk was feeling a bit surprised on the inside. A visitor coming to see him was something he wasn't expecting after the day he had. The nurse walked off but gave Volk a kiss to his forehead before walking off, she looked like she spoke to the visitor for a brief minute as if to inform the visitor how vulnerable he's feeling. The visitor walked in and it turned out to be a familiar face.
"Hey Volk, it's me, Zayats." came a males voice.
The male visitor was a male rabbit, he around fourteen years old and was barely four feet and eight inches tall with a slim and trim body, he had brown fur all over, blue eyes, short, neat and trimmed brown hair, wearing a green T-shirt with white sleeveless shirt underneath, white around the collar of his shirt and white around the hems of his sleeves and bottom of the shirt and dark green shorts. He had rosy cheeks, as if he looked like a female from appearance but was surprisingly a male. Volk turned to see the male rabbit and stopped. The male rabbit had a sweet yet high voice in a cute way which sounded like he could be a great singer and a good whistler.
"Zayats." said Volk as he tried not to show his voice breaking.
"Volk, what I'm seeing here is a broken man, are there any broken bones?" asked Zayats looking concern.
Volk shook his head gently as it was good news to Zayats to hear that the poor wolf had no broken bones, just pain and injury that was like a cut that could be bandaged up. Zayats walked up to Wolf and placed a glass vase on a nearby table with roses in them as it was filled with water, than the young rabbit turned to Volk, he wrapped his arms around his neck to gently hug him for a few minutes and eventually released her arms from him.
"Volk, I know your thinking I'm going to say I told you so or lecture you about what happened but I know that your in enough pain already and that it won't help you feel any better if I did say either of them." said Zayats as he knew that lecturing Volk would not help. "I just want to know something if you don't mind me asking."
Volk wiggled his long wolf like ears to show he was listening and Zayats knew that was a good sign.
"Volk, a lot of times, you have chased after me, literally chased, and so far I knew that it was either you tried to eat me or that you tried to get back at me if your plan failed or if I interfered or intervened or if I had anything to do with you feeling the way you do now, I just want to know, why did you try and do those things when you chased after me? Of course there were times when I know I'm to blame for some of it here and there and I'm sorry for that, but than there were times when you were chasing after me for the reasons I've said, just tell me why you were doing that?" asked Zayats as he was curious and trying to inject some compassion in the wolf.
Volk was thinking and he at first had nothing to think of to what caused him to do what he did or to why he was doing that when ever he was around Zayats. Wolk than suddenly started to think of what caused him to do this and it was making the emotional pain sting stronger in his heart and mind.
"I...want to be alone." said Volk as he was feeling his depression getting worse.
"Why don't you tell me, it might make things better for the both of us. I want you to help me understand. Was it because someone was blackmailing you or bullying you into doing it or was it because of some personal issues as a child?" asked Zayats trying to convince Volk to open up.
"It was....." Volk stopped at mid sentence.
Zayats was listening and Wolk was remembering the reason for it all, bringing him back to memories of his verbally abusive and overbearing father teaching him that his enemy was the rabbits for irrational reasons and that his mother was probably deceased. Another tear shed from his eye and he looked down at the floor.
"My dad." finished Volk. "He kept on teaching me why we do what we do and it was to get back at the ones he says was our enemies, and he told me it was the rabbits."
"Why were the rabbits your enemies?" asked Zayats.
"It went back to our family tree, just because our ancestors planned a mining job for workers and it was turning out to be a forced labor camp but it was than over thrown by the rabbits because they found out it was backing breaking, tiring, abusive work and illegal. So the rabbits exposed them, those who were responsible were arrested and they vowed revenge." explained Volk.
As Zayats listened, he was wondering about it and knew this was something that was not only surprising to hear but it was a bit shocking to learn how this caused such a feud between the rabbits and Volk's wolf family, but that wasn't all as Zayats predicted.
"But as time went on, members of my family, and them rabbits have come and gone yet my family was a dysfunctional one, on my dad's side, as a child, my dad taught me nothing but how the rabbits are our family's enemy and that we were to hate them and to do as our ancestors have tried and failed at, by having vengeance against them. But my mother, she only wanted to love me and show me that love is all we needed, my parents often argued about each others parenting skills, but my mother, when I was a little boy, she passed on peacefully in her sleep yet it was heart breaking." continued Volk. "Yet I still miss my mother, yet my dad, all he ever did was say and do mean things to me, always yelling at me and never has he showed any compassion towards me or what I really wanted to do."
As Zayats was hearing this, all he could feel was surprise and heart ache for Volk and his situation. A young male wolf coming from an abusive dysfunctional family from his dad's side and never got to learn the right things he was suppose to learn would be hard on anyone at any age, only knowing what love was from a mother that wasn't around very long and being raised by a verbally abusive and overbearing father was no way to learn anything positive and no way to learn what love and compassion is yet not having anyone to support someone in what they really want to do is much harder. Zayats who had a loving and compassionate family and life could see that at times, he felt others pain and helped out yet knew that Volk was needing love, compassion and help more than ever.
"So your dad made you do what you do? But you never wanted to, where is your dad now?" asked Zayats curiously.
"I never knew, once I was eighteen, I stopped seeing him yet years later, I found out he died, apparently he passed on due to natural causes, he smoked for years, everyone always knew smoking was a mistake." revealed Volk sadly. "I only did what I did because my dad wanted me to, but I knew he never would support what I really wanted. I wanted to be involved with music since I could play the guitar yet my dad wouldn't let me."
"And what about any other family members?" asked Zayats.
"I don't know, never saw them very often, yet now, I don't know where any of them are, my mother's side died out but my dad's side, I don't where they're at but I met them once and the way they are, I don't want to go to them, they're very mean." said Volk sadly.
As Zayats saw Volk shed another tear, he knew this was very heart breaking to see and hear and for Volk, Zayats knew this was hard for him to tell anyone. Zayats gently hugged the saddened wolf and kissed him on his cheeks, causing Volk to blush a bit.
"Volk, I know your in both physical yet emotional pain, but with your dad's side of the family and your dad no longer around, they can't say or do anything to you no more. They made their choices, with you not being around your dad and his side of the family, your free to make your own choices for yourself without anyone to tell you what to do. If your mother loved you, than do what your mother probably wants you to do, live a life of love." said Zayats as he was trying to convince Volk to change.
"But, I don't know how." said Volk as he had a slight sniffle.
"Than me and my family can teach you, me and my family could be the family you never had." said Zayats.
Volk was feeling like Zayats compassion was slowly going through him yet if the process was slow, it was better than a slow and steady process than a process that didn't budge. But Volk did feel some slight doubt.
"I don't know if your family would want some wolf like me living with them, it would be like parents finding out their teenagers hidden a magazine from them." said Volk feeling a bit bashful at the idea.
"I've come from a loving family and they wouldn't mind, you'd be surprised." said Zayats as she turned to look at the exit. "Mom, dad, you can come forward."
Volk saw a married rabbit couple walk in and they turned out to be Zayats parents, a mom and dad, they walked up towards them and Volk saw warm expressions of their faces.
"Mom and dad, this is Volk, the wolf I told you about. I know you've heard nothing but bad or negative things about him but it was all a cry for help." said Zayats.
As Zayats explained to his parents everything that Volk told him, hearing this had the same affect on his rabbit parents as it did Zayats. All three of them turned their attention to Volk.
"Volk, if your willing to let us help you change for the better, than you can stay with us, but if you smoke, that is if you do smoke, we don't smoke in the house, if you want to smoke, you smoke outside of the house." said the mother.
To Volk, hearing this was a relief for him like a huge and heavy weight was lifted off his back.
"And you and Zayats must get along." said the father.
"I understand Mr. and Mrs. Zayats. But as for smoking, I've given up the habit, haven't smoked in ten months but I understand what you mean, just please don't yell at me if I mess up along the way." said Volk as he was drying his tears with his fingers.
"Volk honey, people make mistakes, it's how we learn and it's part of growing up. Even if you do mess up, we don't yell at people who make mistakes, we talk to them about it and work through it." said the mother rabbit kindly.
Volk let out a sigh of relief and the mother rabbit came over to kiss Volk on his forehead, causing him to blush and smile.
"Mommy." said Volk softly.
"Also Volk, there's others here that want to see you too." said Zayats.
As Zayats called in for the other visitors, in came the visitors and many of them were males and females, adults and children. There was the male Hippo who was a strong and heavyset male that Zayats and Volk have seen from time to time, the male Cat who was an illusionist that they remembered from the circus, the Sea lion male who they remembered when on the cruise ship who served as a Navy Captain and some of them who they crossed paths with that were male or female Bears, Red Foxes, Elephants, Beavers, Dogs and Pigs and other children and adults that Volk and Zayats remembered from their past encounters.
"Volk, I'm so sorry for any trouble I've caused you through out the times we've crossed paths." said the male hippo.
"Volk, I'm so sorry for the trouble I put you through in my magic act." said the male cat.
"Volk, I'm so sorry for the harsh treatment I put you through on that cruise ship." said the male sea lion.
"Volk, I'm sorry for tossing you out in the circus act when you fell on me, you were just trying not to get hurt during the landing of your fall." said an elephant.
"Volk, I'm sorry for all the trouble you went through throughout our crazy mishaps." said Zayats.
"Can you forgive us all?" asked all of them kindly.
Volk was feeling like he was so relieved that if he wasn't hurt, he'd jump for joy and dance.
"Only if all of you can forgive me for all the times I caused all of you trouble or any wrong doings I've done." said Volk as he was starting to smile.
They cheered for joy and both Zayats, his mother and many of the females there came over to hug him and kiss him gently as they knew they had to be gentle since his body was still healing from the physical pain, causing him to blush, smile and giggle in a goofy tone. As the day went on, everyone spent the day at the hospital while they were there for Volk and Zayats. Volk was forgiven for his wrong doings and he had forgiven everyone else who visited him of anything he was put through, he finally had a family who would love him and let him have his freedom and not yell at him and not abuse him as he was now living with Zayats and his family as he would go to therapy to get help, he would sleep in one of the guest bedrooms at Zayats and his parents home which was a big and beautiful home. It felt like everything was falling into place for everyone, even Volk as he was now part of a big family who are helping him heal from his pain. |
wander ~ Chapter 1 by Lukas Kawika | #1 of wander [Patreon Novel] A real feel-good story! Matt is a dingo in his senior year of high school who's fairly recently gotten out of a not-so-great relationship with his last girlfriend - and right now, the last thing he's expecting is to end up falling head-over-heels for the new student at | [
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Until something - or someone, in my case - comes along and messes that all up. That cheetah wasn't really familiar to me, but as a general rule I hardly ever strayed outside my circle of friends; again, comfort in routine and in sameness, for lack of a better word. Whether he was a new student (which I couldn't help but waving off; it *was* the middle of the semester, after all) or just one of the three-thousand something other students that had always been here, I couldn't tell.
I don't know what it was about him, though. I just got a glimpse of him through the crowds while making my way up the stairs to one of the school's many side doors, and even then, there wasn't anything that really set him apart from everyone else. In fact, he actually looked like he was putting effort into blending in, like he was nervous about something. Quick flash of gold fur, black tear tracks, amber-orange eyes - and I lost him, but for whatever reason he remained on my mind. It felt like I hadn't really woken up this morning until then.
So far, today had been the usual Monday: jerked awake by my alarm at six AM sharp, rolled around in bed for about eight minutes and thought about lying to Mom about being sick or something just so I could sleep in, but... that same sense of routine won out. Stumbled out of bed and got my clothes on; brushed down the most rebellious sections of my fur, threw together something that might be able to be called a lunch... and then lurched my way out the door to the bus stop. The ride was quiet, the air cool and wet, and the lights inside the building once we arrived positively too damn bright for sleepy eyes.
In high school, groups of friends tend to claim one particular location in the building to hang out during lunch, and always gravitate towards that area in the mornings. Today my friend Tyler was the only one sitting in our spot, backpack at his side and muzzle pointed down towards his phone in his lap. His sharp ears perked up as I made my way over, and then, he looked up and gave a tired smile.
"Hey, Matt. How was your weekend?"
Awake for hardly an hour and already it was a great relief to drop my own bag from my shoulders. The lockers along the wall rattled in response to me settling my weight back against them, to then slide down to the floor. "Can't complain. Saw a movie on Saturday, was pretty good... God, I just - wanna climb back into bed, y'know?"
"Hell yeah." The jackal gave voice to a cavernous yawn, his phone screen in his lap dimming to black. We'd known each other since early middle school, on a cold November day when I couldn't find any of my other friends in the cafeteria, so I just picked an open seat and sat in it... and he locked eyes with me and struck up a conversation. It had been about a movie back then, too, I think. "What'd you see?"
For a quick moment, that cheetah flashed across my mind again. It took a few seconds for my mouth to find an answer. "Oh - uh, gosh, it was... the animated one, I forget what it was called..."
"Maybe you *should* go back to bed. I think the theatre department has a mattress somewhere." Tyler rubbed at his eyes with the back of his paw, and then stretched his arms up over his head. His backpack started to lean away from him and tip over, but he didn't make any move to catch it. "I heard that one was good, though. Might go see it with the girlfriend sometime. Speaking of which, two questions - is... is that too much? Can your brain handle that much thinking right now?"
"Ty."
"Okay. When would you be open for me n' her to come over and hang out again? She really wants to get to know you better."
"Probably this weekend. You spend almost as much time around me as my own mother, man; you should know I don't really *ever* have plans." Again, a bit of a restricted circle of friends, and everyone tended to congregate at my house anyway. Mom's okay with it 'cause usually they bring over a lot of food. "But - I'll let you know. You know how me and Mom both don't really like unannounced visits."
A steady exhalation of breath. "Yeah, that makes sense. Don't worry, though - I'd never wanna overstay my visit, unlike *some people*, so you can be sure."
I'd told Tyler all about what had happened with my ex. We'd been together for about a year, and ever since breaking up with her around the middle of last semester... well, I'd had a remarkably peaceful few months. It had been a bit rough at times, but after talking out with Tyler here and some of my other friends, we'd all figured that it was just the best thing to do. No big deal, really: this was high school. Nobody really expects the romantic relationships you make here to last too long.
"Speaking of... how're you two doing? I mean, you haven't really - *mentioned* her, so..."
"That's exactly it." I raised my head and leaned back against the lockers, the painted metal palpably cold even through the material of my shirt and jacket. Class would be starting soon; you could usually tell by how the halls became even thicker with people, and how those people tended to start shifting away from their usual self-assigned locations towards whichever classrooms they had to go to. I hated the thought of being late, so I always just waited here right outside my first class of the day. "We haven't spoken much. I mean, she texted me one time to ask if she could come over to pick up - I don't know, something she'd left, or something. I said okay only because me and Mom were both there at the time. You know we had to change the garage door codes.
"Yikes."
"Yeah. When she *did* come over, once we got back upstairs to my room... she tried to pin me to the wall, tried to make out and get to - you know."
"Normally I'd say *'hot'*, but..."
"Yup. Told her to get whatever it was she'd come over for and then leave - so she did, thank God. Mom asked how I was doing afterwards. Now that we're not together anymore, she-" -I couldn't help but try to stifle a chuckle- "-isn't afraid to show just how much she doesn't like her. It's good reassurance."
Tyler remained silent for a moment. When I looked over at him next, he, too, had his head resting back against the lockers, muzzle pointed up at an angle and eyes closed. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at me. "Still think I've got you beat in the \_crazy ex\_department, though."
"Oh, my God." *That* had been around two years ago. "I told you she showed up at my house looking for you, right?"
"Dude, I don't know how she even got your address. God knows I didn't give it to her. Apparently she spent that entire Saturday, six AM to six PM, trying to track me down..." He feigned a dramatic shiver, going so far as to bristle his tail out. "Speaking of, Matt - if *you* ever need somewhere to hide, from your mother or your ex or a hitman or whatever..." Tyler thumped his chest with a fist, giving me the same glimmering smoulder that I'm sure he usually reserved for flirting. "Police would be a different story. I'd have to say it depends on the situation."
"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes. "You *do* still owe me for that time you stole from Wal-Mart."
All through the halls, the first bell rang, a long and high drone that blanketed all other noise and conversations for a second and a half. Tyler stood up beside me and hoisted his bag back onto his shoulders, with me soon to follow. "It was a squeeze-pack of Nutella! No bigger than one of those little ketchup things you get at fast food restaurants. I'd forgotten I'd picked it up! I felt so bad about it that I didn't even use it."
"Which was a waste, by the way. I *could* have turned you in, though. Dangerous felon. Might as well be a murderer, right?" Since I hadn't quite gathered my balance after fiddling with my heavy backpack, Tyler's fist bumping into my shoulder knocked me over a step and a half, almost into a slim otter slipping past. When I'd regained my footing, the jackal had a bright grin on. "Ow. Hey, I'll see you at lunch, alright? Cafeteria's having the mac and today, yeah?"
"You fuckin' *bet* it is."
"Alright, cool. Save me your bread. I didn't quite get around to making a lunch this morning."
Right as I turned to make my way into my class right here, though, someone else bumped into me and half-forced me into the middle of the hallway, so I tried to weave my way through the crowd going every direction possible - and then someone came face-to-face with amber eyes in a speckled muzzle, black lines extending down from the corners of those eyes to the cheetah's mouth. For some reason, my breath caught in my throat, and I couldn't figure out how to say *"excuse me"*-
"Hey," the cheetah said, his voice quiet but still audible underneath everything else. My ears perked to hear him better. "I'm - sorry, I'm new here, but, um... do you think you could show me to my class, please? I don't know where anything is..."
In his paws he held a somewhat-crumpled piece of paper, pale purple. That was the kind that the school printed out the students' schedules on; he'd pierced his claws through the corners in multiple places, and now watched my face with lowered whiskers and ears. His long tail flicked nervously around behind him.
My answer came as a natural reaction rather than a conscious decision: "Oh, yeah, sure. What do you have?"
"Uh..." He looked down at his schedule. "Calculus. With - with Mr. Thompson."
"Oh! I have him third period. Okay, here, you'll want to..." I stepped up beside him and rested a paw on his shoulder to guide him, and - and there felt soft, warm fur through the fabric of his shirt, warm enough that the feeling remained on my fingerpads for a few seconds afterwards. "...to go down this hall here, take a left, and it'll be the... one, two... third door on your right. Should be the last one before the exit there. Okay?"
"Okay!" Those amber eyes lit up, and for a second, all anxiousness faded from his muzzle. IT almost made my tail wag. "Thank you. Um..." ...and the cheetah looked as if he were considering saying something else, but then abruptly slid off between the crowds. I watched him as he went, little round ears and spotted head just barely visible between everyone else until he turned the corner... and then I remained for a moment longer before heading back to my class.
Not much of a *class*, really: first period on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I was an aide for one of my German teacher's lower-level classes, grading papers and such. It was something to do, and never really got too difficult - though *tedious* could be another matter entirely. Today, though, for about twenty minutes at the start of the period, I just *could* steer my mind away from that cheetah for longer than a few moments.
There was just something about him... |
Cum, Sweat and Tears by Sans55 | Tad, rapidly approaching the title of Champion of the Erotic Wrestling Competition, could very soon meet his very sticky and pleasurable match! Contains a whole lot of speedos, groping, wrestling and a whole lot of cum! - "Erotic Wrestling Championship" says the large poster in front of you on the | [
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You're sitting on one of the wooden benches of the males' locker room, still clad in your high-cut red speedo and soaking wet from your recent swim in the pool. You are a male Labrador Retriever, a slender and athletic but strong body beneath your black fur. Tad is your name, and you are the soon-to-be champion of the Erotic Wrestling Championship. A wrestling competition taking place at this very gym, the goal is to make the enemy combatant orgasm, making it a highly popular sport. After winning several matches in a row, only one more combatant remains, but since you don't watch the other matches, you have no idea who it is.
You cannot help but feel yourself become hard in your skimpy speedo as you recall your past few matches, how you brought each of your opponents to orgasm. You recall how helpless they were in their final moments before their climaxes, how you enjoyed every moment of their helpless defeat, watching as their own skimpy trunks filled with their cum as your paws manipulated and dominated them. All of your victorious have thus far been the result of your renowned speed and agility at the gym, allowing you to easily dodge around your enemies and get them in just the right hold to provide you a perfect grasp on their arousal through their trunks.
Your red speedo rapidly tenting at the arousing memories, you are suddenly jolted by the feel of two scaly hands on your shoulders.
"Hey, champ! Lookin' forward to tonight?" says Kaige.
A male snake and your best friend, Kaige is the only person at the gym who has ever matched you in terms of speed. His scaly body just as slender and athletic as yours, he is also a popular target of second glances and ogling at the gym. He is wearing a high-cut blue speedo, his scaly body also dripping with water.
"A bit anxious, I guess..." you say, the scent of chlorine in your sensitive nose.
"Heh, don't worry, the mat's probably gonna be covered with cum by the time you're finished!" says Kaige, gently rubbing your shoulders. Looking down, he notices the growing bulge in your green speedo. "Looks like you already can't wait, huh?"
Realising that he notices your arousal only serves to make you feel more aroused. You've never told anyone this, but you've had a crush on Kaige ever since you first saw him at this gym. Nothing could make you feel better than knowing that he feels the same about you.
"You bet it will!" you say happily as you bring yourself to you feet.
"I think I'm gonna take that shower now..." you say, suddenly freezing as you notice Kaige's scaly right hand still on your shoulder, slowly sliding down your left arm. Your heart rate skyrockets.
Without warning, he pulls the two of you together, instantly connecting his scaly snout to your furry muzzle, grinding the crotch of his speedo against yours. Your arousal soars as his forked tongue slithers around inside your mouth, tickling here and there. Your eyes tightly closed, your moans are muffled as your two speedos grind together. The stimulation is driving you crazy!
"Mmmmmmmph..." you moan into Kaige's mouth, unable to hold back any signs of your arousal.
One of Kaige's hands moves to caress your sides, while the other slides around to rub against your backside through your speedo. This is like a dream come true, Kaige massaging you while grinding his bulge against yours, all the while having his way with your mouth. You take hold of his scaly sides with your paws and gently rub up and down, occasionally moving to the backside of his speedo as well, enjoying the feeling of his rump in your paws behind the blue fabric of his skimpy swimwear. You love the feeling of the scales on the sides of his body against your paws, exceptionally slick and smooth, not to mention the feel of his scaly hands massaging you against your fur.
The pressure in your loins grows with each passing second. You can feel Kaige's own tenting speedo rubbing over yours, grinding the blue and green fabric together. Already stains of pre-cum are visible on the tents of both your speedos. You two of you continue like this for several minutes, his scales rubbing against your fur while the pleasure washing over you escalates, slowly building between your legs and eager to burst with ecstasy.
He suddenly pulls his head away from yours, his forked tongue slithering out of your snout. You long for the taste of snake saliva in your mouth. Your arousal throbs and begs for release as Kaige's scaly hand caresses it through the fabric of your speedo. You are breathing, panting and moaning so hard as Kaige pushes you into the shower stall, closing the plastic door behind you. You feel his long, scaly tail wrap around your thighs, rubbing against your fur, then moving up to tickle the underside of your bulge. You get your wish as he reconnects his snout with yours.
"You're a horny little thing, aren't ya?" says Kaige, briefly pulling his forked tongue out of your mouth to speak, then pushing back in.
"Mmmmmph... Mmmmm!" you say, your moans of blissful pleasure muffled in his mouth.
He pulls out again. "I've noticed the way you look at me, hot stuff. You sure can get me aroused!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" you moan, barely able to contain the incredible pressure for much longer.
He moves his hands away from your tenting speedo to stroke your backside through the fabric of the back. His tail curls around your bulge and begins to stimulate you.
"Yeah, that's right. I've wanted to hear you moan ever since I first saw you. Now I got you all to myself. Now cum!"
"MMMMMMPH!!!" you moan as the intense pressure finally reaches its peak and you moan loudly into Kaige's mouth as you orgasm, large quantities of your fluids bursting into your speedo. Simultaneously, Kaige's own skimpy speedo fills with his warm cum, his hands and tail still manipulating and fondling your entire body.
"UUUUUHHHH!!!" you moan as your orgasm finishes, screaming your pleasure as Kaige's tongue retracts from your snout.
Your orgasm only drags on as your empty your load into your red speedo, your length throbbing as it strains the fabric. After what seems like forever, it finally stops and your legs give out underneath you. In front of you, you see Kaige's tenting speedo turn a dark blue as he fills it with cum, groaning out his own orgasm. As his tail lowers your body, still wrapped up in your afterglow, you reach a wobbly paw out to grasp him through his skimpy garment, unable to deny just how incredible he looks wearing it.
In moments you're on the floor of the shower, your spread legs limp as he lies you back against the moist wall. Panting and sweating, he leans himself against the wall above you, shoving his soaked speedo in your face. You extend your tongue and lick him through the fabric, slurping up his seed as it forces itself through the speedo.
After a few minutes, you find yourself insanely tired. You slump your head back against the wall and close your eyes, Kaige's speedo still right in your face as the musky odour overwhelsm your senses and arouses you further still.
As you slowly awake an unknown amount of time later, the sound of showering reaches your ears. In a few moments it stops, and Kaige, now wearing a blue speedo, walks past you, soaking wet with a towel around his neck. Looking down you notice your speedo is gone, replaced with Kaige's blue speedo, while he is clearly wearing yours.
"Sleep tight, gorgeous..." he says, grinning and winking at you as he walks off.
With that, you close your eyes and drift off once again.
"Looks like someone's been havin' some personal fun times, huh?" comes a male voice.
Slowly returning to wakefulness and opening your tired eyes, you see a variety of other males standing before you, grinning, laughing and eyeing you up. Looking down you notice your speedo is still soaked with your cum, so you can't have been asleep for too long.
"Even the champion needs to blow off some steam, and other things!" said another.
Most of them are wearing speedos. In the background, some are only just putting their skimpy swimsuits on.
"Come on, let's help him out!" says a studly gray mouse.
The males grab you by your arms, pulling your athletic body onto their shoulders as they drag you out of the shower stall. Dragging you just a few meters, they lower your back down on one of the benches, spreading your legs to hang off either side. Your mind is still tired and foggy.
"Look, guys! He's already hard!" says the studly gray mouse, pointing at your soiled speedo as it begins to tent once again.
A young weasel wearing a shiny black thong sits on the bench between your legs, and with an excited smile, takes hold of the sides of your (formerly Kaige's) speedo, pushing the thin strips of blue lycra further up your hips. He then moves his paws down to engulf the bulge in your speedo to gently massage you through the fabric, pushing your lycra-covered, soaked bulge up, down, left and right, sending waves of pleasure through you with each movement, all the while the other males chat...
"Dude, you have GOT to let me have a go with him!"
"This is incredibly hot!"
"Dat speedo..."
"Make him cum!"
"Let me go next!"
"I want that body..."
"I think we've all wanted to do this to him for some time! Heck, he's beaten some of us in the ring!"
"Yeah, this is great payback!"
The paws of the many other males surrounding you begin to wonder over your body, softly tickling, fondling, groping, massaging and caressing you everywhere they can. The blissful sensations are absolutely overwhelming, but you dare not deny in your mind that you love every moment of this pleasurable torture, being handled by all these guys at once, each of them eager to see you climax into your friend's speedo. You drink in every single touch, forgetting about everything except for the incredible stimulation.
"Come on! Cum for us! We wanna see you cum!"
"No, make him wait for it!"
"That's right, stop at the last minute, then continue again shortly after!"
The words of the other males only serves to send your libido through the roof, your sensitive length throbbing in your speedo from the attention and begging for release!
After a few minutes of the scantily-clad males tormenting your body, you instinctively begin thrusting your hips into the hand of the weasel, while a fox pulls the sides of your speedo up your hips. Your loud moans echo throughout the large locker room.
"He's almost there!"
"He's gonna cum!"
"Yeah! Blow your load like the toy you are!"
"Cum for us, champ!"
"Thanks, Kaige." you think to yourself as the pressure between your legs builds to incomprehensible levels. You furiously hump the air above you as your body tenses and seizes up with your climax. Thick wads of cum spew into the tenting blue speedo as you lose yourself in one of the best orgasms of your life.
"Look at him go!"
"He's still goin'!
"That's a lot o' cum!"
Finally you finish climaxing, your speedo utterly soaked with both your cum and Kaige's. You are left panting heavily, your tongue hanging loosely from your snout.
"That's what I call a climax!"
"Now that's how you cum!"
"This is just way too hot..."
Almost all the males drop to their knees and begin jacking themselves off through their skimpy swimwear, throwing their heads back as they work furiously to satisfy their pent-up arousal. In a few minutes, cum-soaked furs lie half-asleep all around you as you rest against the bench, your warm seed seeping through your speedo and onto the wood.
A few minutes later, you finally shake off your exhaustion and stagger to your footpaws. You take a shower, still wearing the blue speedo, while the others begin to force themselves to their legs as well. You hear the sound of even further moaning coming from the other shower stalls.
When you finish, your dry yourself off with a towel, still keeping your speedo on, deciding the little article of lycra is worth treasuring. Heading out of the locker room, you head into the main gym. Various work-out devices lie scattered about. Other speedo-clad males exercise in the machines, while leotard-clad females watch intently, giggling with each other as they comment on the bulging trunks of the males. The more muscular males wear only skimpy posing briefs, each one worn high on the hips with the thinnest sides.
Looking around, you notice a muscular coyote in a shiny red posing brief sitting at one of the machines, his legs spread around the leather seat as his arms pull the handles at his sides to his front, pulling the massive weights behind him off the ground. Sweat streams down his brown fur as his muscles exert themselves. Grinding his teeth, his eyes are tightly closed. However, what appeals to you about the sight is the gathering of other gym-goers around him, watching as a female cat in a red leotard kneels down beside him, using a paw to rub and fondle the red bulge between the spread, muscular thighs of the coyote while the others cheer them both on.
The sight drives you crazy. You head towards the spectacle to get a better view while you feel yourself hardening in Kaige's blue speedo. As you approach, you see a noticeably large stain on the front of the coyote's posing trunks, no doubt the result of pre-cum spurred on by his arousal. You think to yourself what you'd give to be in his position!
The coyote is panting heavily. His tongue begins to hang loosely from his mouth. The pleasurable onslaught from the cat's paw, and then her tongue, drives him rapidly towards a climax. A few more minutes pass and finally he orgasms, staining the entire front of his red posing trunks with his seed, yet despite the intense pleasure and the echoes of his moans, he does not let up his exercises and continues lifting the weights.
"The big guy wins!" says one of the males.
You realise the point of the activity was to see if the coyote could continue to exercise unhindered by his climax, and he certainly could, as evidenced by his continued workout. After a while, the coyote stops and is left panting on the leather seat of the machine, utterly soaked in sweat and his posing trunks filled to the brim with fluids, soaking through the shiny red fabric. He receives a few pats and congratulations from the crowd, while the female who was working his bulge just couldn't get enough of him and was still fondling him through the high-cut brief.
After a few minutes of continued panting, and several more gushes of cum in the soaked posing trunks, the massive coyote staggers to his feet. The female cat stands up as well and the two suddenly kiss, their tongues exploring deep into each others' mouths. You notice the rings on their fingers and conclude that the two are probably married. As adorable as the thought is, the entire ordeal was too much to bare and you immediately head to one of the machines to sit down. You press your paw to your bulging speedo and get to work satisfying your arousal, much to the delight of other gym-goers.
Night falls as the hour passes, and you have already showered once again, the smell of musk replaced with a fresh, soapy odour, but it will not last long. Already you can feel your hormones raging out of control as you approach the entrance to the arena, still clad in Kaige's blue speedo. You take it by the waistband and pull it further up your hips.
Finally, the time has come.
Striding slowly into the huge room with your bare footpaws against the soft mat, your blue speedo already tenting with eagerness for the fight ahead, you smile and wave at the cheering audience. The fanatical cries of your name are music to your ears. The announcer's voice on the loudspeaker introduces you as you enter the ring. As you reach the centre, you spin around with your arms raised to your sides, showing off your athletic build to the horny fans.
"And in this corner," says the announcer. "the only other wrestler with just as many wins as our current champion..."
You have no idea who it is, considering you only watch the matches and video replays when you are in them.
"...glistening scales under a superb red speedo... KAIGE!!!"
Immediately you turn to face the other entrance. Striding smugly down the walkway is Kaige, still wearing your red speedo. The light from above shimmers against his smooth scales.
"Hey, stud!" he says. "Didn't expect to see me?"
Your libido soars at the sight of your friend, the fabric of your speedo stretching as arousal begins to consume you. You're at a loss for words.
"Don't worry, if you beat me, I'll give you your speedo back!" he continues.
"Fight!" yells the announcer.
In a flash, Kaige charges into your legs, knocking you forward. He catches you as you fall, spinning you around and leaning your spine against his knee, your arms spread out.
"Shhhh..." says Kaige, running his scaly right hand over your abdomen, his left hand running up and down your thighs.
You love the feeling of him touching you like this, every single contact like a little spark of heaven, sending jolts of pleasure through your sensitive body. Then suddenly he moves a scaly index finger to your tenting speedo, rubbing against the tip.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to get hard so quickly!" says Kaige with a grin.
You simply lie where you are, your arms spread out as he teases you through your speedo. You close your eyes, welcoming every little sensation, despite being in full view of the surrounding audience, watching as Kaige humiliates you.
"You like that, huh?" he says, getting a fist full of your tenting bulge and rubbing your package up and down.
You let out a contented moan as he masturbates you, the fabric of the speedo seeming to intensify the pleasurable sensations. Nothing feels better than someone else's manipulators around your own throbbing arousal. You breathe deeply as the tingles of bliss wash over you, your heart rate skyrocketing. You're in heaven!
"We got a winner!!!" yells Kaige, raising his head to face the audience as he notices pre-cum staining your tenting speedo.
Finally you muster the willpower to force yourself to your footpaws. You throw yourself forward as you straighten your legs, but Kaige is right behind you, throwing a scaly green arm around your neck and another around your abdomen, restraining you where you are. You try to pull his arm away from your neck.
"Come on, champ, we both know I'm gonna make you cum!" says Kaige, his forked tongue slithering out of his mouth to tickle your neck and your air.
The arm around your abdomen suddenly dips and he grasps you by the bulge in your speedo once again, much to the delight of the crowd. The shudder as he stimulates you while the bulge of his speedo presses into your rump.
"Time to give up, hot stuff!" Kaige teases, a mocking and smug tone in his voice. "You won't enjoy this as much if you don't!"
Fighting your primal urges once more, you duck down, both his arms losing their grip from around you. You run to try and get some distance, but Kaige's swift hands grab you by the arm, causing you to spin around as he pulls you towards him. As you are thrown into him, he suddenly connects his snout to yours, and your two bulging speedos meet once again. He moves his hips up and down, rubbing his speedo against yours, eliciting a soft moan from you. His scaly arms wrap around you and pull you close.
Again, you summon your willpower and duck under his arms, getting a face-full of Kaige's bulging speedo as you throw yourself back, falling on your backside. The quick whiff you took of the scent from Kaige's speedo makes you feel dizzy, your mind hazy with pheromones.
As you sit there idly, unable to straighten your thoughts or control your arousal, Kaige approaches you and shoves his bulging speedo in your face as pre-cum flows into your speedo. The powerful aroma practically shuts off your brain, leaving you unable to focus on anything but the pressure rapidly building between your legs.
"You like it, hot stuff?" says Kaige, smiling down on you.
You slowly move a paw down to rub against your bulging speedo, but Kaige suddenly moves your arm away and lays your back against the ground. Immediately he connects his snout with yours again while his left hand moves to gently caress you through your speedo, the stain of your fluids growing ever larger.
"Ready to give up now...?" says Kaige, retracting his snout and his hand as he positions himself behind you.
Before you can get up he reaches his right hand down your torso, running circles around your speedo with his index finger, teasing your thighs and abdomen. It becomes too much and you content yourself to just stay where you are.
"I'll let him have a little fun with me, but that's all..." you think to yourself.
His scaly hand glides over to the crotch of your speedo and grips your arousal firmly through the lycra blue spandex. At the same time, you feel his own tenting speedo pushing into your back.
"Mmmmmmnnnn..." you moan.
He looks you in the eyes, then lets out his forked tongue, sliding it across your snout, then sliding into your mouth as he smothers you with a deep kiss, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement. Males in the audience still wearing their speedos begin rubbing themselves immediately.
"Mmmmmph!" is all that can be heard of your muffled moans.
His hand, rubbing against your bulge, suddenly pulls back, only to dip into the top of your speedo, sliding down to embrace your throbbing length directly, gently masturbating you behind the fabric. The crowd goes absolutely insane!
"Mmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmmph!"
"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" the crowd chants, determined to see the champion soil his speedo.
The pleasure building inside you rapidly approaches its peak, the chanting of the audience almost hypnotically urging you forward. Still Kaige's tongue slithers around inside your mouth, tickling your own tongue. Suddenly he pulls his hand out of your speedo and embraces you through the fabric once again, now masturbating you ferociously as you gently gyrate your hips.
"Mmph!! Mmph! Mmph!" is all anyone hears from you as you vocally express the incredible sensations.
Kaige slowly pulls his tongue out of your mouth. "Got somethin' to say, champ?" he says, looking seductively into your blissful face.
"I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." you stammer, your eyes still closed.
"I can't hear you..." says Kaige, smugly.
"I'm gonna... cum..." you say again.
"Louder!"
"I'm... I'M GONNA CUM!!!"
The crowd roars and Kaige kisses you once again, laying your back on the floor and masturbating you even more furiously. Then the pressure reaches its peak and you can't hold it back any longer. You thrust your hips furiously as you spew your loser load into your skimpy speedo, turning the fabric a dark blue. Never have you ever felt anything this good!
"MMMMMMPH!!!" you scream into Kaige's mouth.
After what feels like a whole minute, your orgasm finally finishes, the last of your cum emptying into the speedo. Kaige takes care to force out every last drop with his expert hands. When he is satisfied, he snakes his tongue out of your mouth.
"I told you I was gonna make you cum, Tad." he says, sternly, but with a smile. "Now you're gonna return the favour..."
He lifts you onto his shoulder, his obvious superior strength showing.
"The winner is Kaige!" yells the announcer through the loudspeaker. "In a stunning turn of events, Tad has utterly failed to take the title of champion! We expect Kaige is gonna have a ton of fun with his reward!"
"Oh, I definitely will..." says Kaige, rubbing your bulge with a scaly hand as he drags you out of the arena, your footpaws scraping against the ground.
To be continued? |
Splatterfest by Tayu | Askia and Lukas wind up at one of the messiest music festivals in the country! - Commission for [ StreakFox](https://streakfox.sofurry.com/ "StreakFox") featuring | [
"Anal",
"Anatomically Correct",
"Biting",
"Brothers",
"Bukkake",
"Canine",
"Cum",
"Dog",
"Exhibitionism",
"Facial",
"Flare",
"Foreskin",
"Foursome",
"Frotting",
"Handjob",
"Incest",
"Knot",
"M/M",
"M/M/M/M",
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"Otter",
"Public",
"Rough",
"Spooge",
"Twins",
"Uncut",
"Voyeurism",
"Zebra",
"african wild dog",
"clothing",
"frot"
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Splatterfest, as its name might suggest, was going to be the biggest bitch to clean up after the weekend was over.
A sturdy, old airport hangar had been wired for sound, lights, and hundreds of gallons of reactive paint. Stages had been erected in various parts of the hangar for the DJs and Splatterfest crew to put music equipment. Dance cages and poles were put on raised daises for anyone brave enough to show off in front of the crowd.
On the practical side, portable toilets were put in the opposite corners where they'd also set up small, drywalled medical areas in case anyone got hurt or too dehydrated while dancing.
Splatterfest was a huge build with a massive attendance every year. Tickets sold out minutes after going on sale, and scalpers could make a pretty penny on resale.
Askia was one of the lucky few to have gotten tickets at the start, and he'd made sure to snag two to bring Lukas along with him. They'd heard stories of just how wild and crazy the event could be, but nothing could have prepared them for the experience of actually being there.
Lights flickered and danced across the sea of people in colors that one could only imagine. The hangar's poor acoustics had been thwarted by a top-notch sound-crew and the music's bass vibrated the concrete floors.
Attendees were packed into the large hangar like sardines, and they moved back and forth in time to the music. Men and women alike were topless as they grinded together, cheered, and sang to any beat that came on.
On top of all of that was the festival's namesake; gallons upon gallons of light-reactive paint. It sprayed from nozzles in the ceiling, near the stages, and was even on tap for people to fill cheap water guns with.
Even watered-down, the black lights made the liquid glow in neon pinks, oranges, greens, yellows, and blues. It coated everything and everyone. Giant, tribal drums had nozzles aimed at them to go off while some of the crew beat away to a steady beat. Paint flecked off when the mallets hit and rained in small droplets on anyone nearby.
You paid to get messy. You paid for the paint.
Askia's gym shorts had been black at one point, but green and orange paint had soaked through the fabric to make them glow. The wild dog's fur was matted in places from copious amounts of paint splashed on him, and smeared across his body as people danced against him.
Lukas was nearby, dressed in a similar fashion, and painted up just as messily. You couldn't even see his blue markings on his limbs with how liberally he was coated in glowing paint.
They'd been at the festival for nearly six hours and fatigue was finally starting to overcome the exuberant energy. Askia grabbed Lukas' arm and pulled him close, muzzle against his ear so they could hear each other. "I'm starting to get worn out. Wanna go get food and drinks?"
Lukas nodded and turned around, wrapping his arms around the dog's neck and standing up on his toes to press his muzzle into one of the dog's ears. "I could definitely use a break,"
Askia nodded and pulled away, grabbing one of the otter's paws as they began to slide between paint-smeared bodies on their way toward the hangar wall.
It was impossible to walk through the crowd without pressing bodily against virtually everyone along the way, and by the time they'd gotten to the exterior wall they were, exhausted, smeared with every color of paint, and the scent of hundreds of people.
The wild dog pulled Lukas through the crowd towards one of the open exits and into the night. It was the heart of summer with scorching heat during the day, but with the light breeze across paint-soaked fur, the pair shivered and clung together.
"I didn't think that I'd ever be cold in July," Askia muttered, rubbing his paws across his arms and shaking his head.
Lukas chuckled and wrapped his arms around the dog's waist, hugging close. "Mmm, back to the car? Grab some food?"
Askia nodded and the pair walked off across the large lot towards where they'd parked. There were thousands of cars parked in the massive lot, and most had tents set up to provide a place to crash between dancing.
After walking nearly a football-field away they finally found their car. Even with the distance the heavy bass of the music could be heard clearly in the night.
The majority of paint had dried to their fur after the walk and wouldn't be coming out until a nice, hot shower. Lukas popped the trunk and dug around to pull out a couple bottles of water, passing one to the dog.
Askia took it and knocked back half of it in one go. "Mm, that feels great... Do you think we'll go back in there tonight? Or are you done."
The otter chuckled and shook his head, leaning against the trunk of the car. "I don't know, I'm pretty beat. We can just come back tomorrow. It's not that bad of a drive,"
A low whistle from nearby turned both their heads towards the truck next to them where a zebra had sat up from the bed and leaned on the edge. "You two live nearby? I'm jealous,"
Askia laughed and rubbed a paw over the back of his head, trying to ease the tension in his neck. "Ah, yeah, about thirty minutes or so,"
"Oh, cool, we had to drive about four hours," the zebra said, brushing his paint-stained, once-black mane from his face.
"We?" Lukas asked, tempted to stand on his toes to peek into the truck bed, but it was too high for him to do discreetly.
Another zebra, practically identical, sat up from the bed of the trunk and leaned across the first. "Hey," he said, giving a tired wave to the pair.
"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to be eavesdropping or anything. Just taking a break, but I think we're done for the night. Name's Damian," the first zebra said, extending his paw down from the bed of the truck.
"Sakan," the other zebra added, offering his own paw.
A short round of introductions and handshakes, and the canine leaned on the car to stare up at the two. "So are you guys just camping out here tonight? Or do you have a hotel room nearby?"
Sakan, the second zebra, raised an arm to point off back towards the highway. "Staying at one of the lofts a few miles down the road. Pretty nice rooms, huge showers. Probably going to head on back now to relax, get some drinks and food,"
Damian had a long mane of black hair soaked through with paint, Sakan had a short-cropped mohawk that was similarly stained with glowing paint. "Yeah, I don't think we're going back in there tonight,"
Lukas nodded, yawning. "Us neither. Been here all day, and we ache everywhere,"
Sakan gave a sideways grin to Damian before turning to the pair. "Would you like to come back to the room with us? We've got lots of beer and snacks, and could order a pizza or something."
Askia's raised an eyebrow and looked to the otter, wondering just what the invitation implied. "Lukas?" he asked for confirmation.
The otter just nodded.
"Alright," Askia agreed, looking back up at the twins. "We'll follow you there!"
The concierge at the front desk looked absolutely appalled at the paint-covered group walking through the front door. Bits of reactive paint could be seen along the white tile, though they'd all dried enough to not add to the mess.
None of them had bothered to dress up before entering, and while Askia and Lukas remained fairly modest in their gym shorts, the zebra brothers sported painted, white speedos that left little to the imagination. Neither seemed concerned in the least about their exposure.
The zebras had gotten a suite with a table, chairs, and a few couches and the view overlooked the rest of the city. The group collapsed onto the couches in front of the windows, snacks and beers at hand.
Askia was content to relax, drink, and munch on the snacks the zebras shared, and the conversation was pleasant as they talked about everything that happened at the festival so far.
Sakan appeared to be the more animated of the twins, gesturing wildly with his hands, talking quick and laughing. Damian was quieter, but not shy. He let Sakan do most of the talking, occasionally providing a correction to the Sakan's over exaggeration.
"You should have seen it! Two of them going at it right on the dance floor. Wham! Wham!" Sakan said, standing up from the couch and making lewd thrusts with his hips, package swaying against his speedo. "I thought the girl was gonna break. Guy was thick as my arm,"
Damian chuckled and shook his head, looking over to Askia and Lukas. "He wasn't -that- big, and definitely wasn't going that rough,"
Askia grinned over to Damian. "Not impressed then? Seen bigger?"
Lukas giggled, eyes lingering over Sakan's package before the zebra flopped back down on the couch.
Damian was about to answer, but Sakan took the question. "Bigger? Please. I challenge you to find someone bigger than us," he snorted, gesturing back and forth between himself and his twin.
Both Askia and Lukas' eyebrows went up, surprised, then skeptical. "Uh huh, really?" Lukas asked, looking to Damian to provide the truth of the situation.
Damian grinned and just took a sip of his beer, not saying anything to refute the statement.
The wild dog let out a woofing sound of shock and intrigue, shaking his head. "So uh, you two...? Like, ever..."
"Fuck?" Sakan finished, glancing to his brother with a devilish grin. "I mean, no one knows what you like better than yourself. And when you're twins, you're basically the same person,"
Damian patted his brother's thigh, looking to the wild dog. "A little different, but he's not wrong."
Lukas shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to keep the growing bulge in his shorts hidden. "Uh," he said, clearing his throat. "So, just how big is big?"
Sakan immediately raised both arms out as far as he could and Damian covered his face with a paw and shook his head, laughing. "YOOGE!" he exaggerated, contorting his face in a mocking gesture.
They all laughed and Damian punched Sakan in the arm, shaking his head. "You're a terrible person,"
Sakan finished off his beer and put it on the coffee table with the other trash. "But no, you wanna know? Find out for yourself."
The short-haired zebra stood up and stepped to the other couch where Lukas and Askia were sitting. He hooked his fingers on the edge of his speedo and tugged it down his thighs, revealing a large, black sheath and heavy sac.
Both the otter and dog's breath caught in their throat as the zebra exposed himself. They'd been able to sneak glances at the package through the white fabric, but seeing it revealed was another story.
Lukas' muzzle hung open and he stared at the heavy, soft pouch that held the flaccid zebra member. His own cock was now hard as a rock in his lap, but forgotten for now. "Holy shit,"
Sakan wiggled his hips back and forth, his heavy sac swaying. "Come on, just give it a rub. Find out how big it gets!" he teased.
Neon green and pink paint shone visibly in the wrinkles and folds of the zebra's sheath. Lukas reached up with a paw and cupped the large balls, feeling their weight before moving up along the furry pouch.
Just that simple touch had the zebra's soft shaft dropping out into the open. It was thick indeed, and longer than some people when hard. More paint was visible in the folds of the floppy shaft and Luka gave the soft member a testing squeeze.
Askia just sat there, paws in his lap as he watched the otter fondle a steadily-growing zebra shaft. He was brought from his reverie as Damian stepped in front of him, sans speedo, cock already dropped free from a painted-sheath.
"Figured you might wanna see, too," Damian said.
Askia and Lukas had their work cut out for them as their paws squeezed and stroked over the emerging equine lengths. Askia's paws squeezed down on Damian's length as it hardened in his paws, nearly losing control of the beast as it flexed in his paws.
At his side, Lukas had the head of Sakan's shaft in his muzzle, sucking on the thick head while his paws stroked and squeezed at the length.
Neon paint left interesting patterns on the black flesh, highlighting veins and folds of the sleek shafts.
The dog had to admit that Sakan hadn't been lying about being the largest they'd seen, though some toys might have been in the same ballpark.
Damian's hips rolled back and forth, sliding his large cock through the dog's paws as they stroked, pre running from his head and dripping into the dog's lap.
The wild dog pressed his face in against the horse's cock, nuzzling down along it and inhaling the equine's scent. He could feel the heat off the large shaft, tongue tracing up along the painted length. Paws cupped the head, smearing a large dollop of pre across the length and smearing some of the wetted paint.
Sakan humped forward into Lukas' muzzle, drawing whimpers and gasps from the otter. Lukas had stripped out of his shorts and his length drooled pre from under his foreskin like a broken faucet.
Both the zebras seemed to be in boat, small rivulets of excitement dribbling down from thick heads, across tongues and fur as the twins let the other two toy with their cocks.
Askia finally popped the head of Damian's cock into his muzzle, tongue tracing the thick ridge and swiping across the source of the zebra's taste. It was tangy and rich, igniting his senses. He wiggled his hips to shift out of his shorts and dropped them down on the floor at his feet.
His cock was knotted and dripping profusely, bobbing in time with his pulse. He couldn't spare a free paw to attend to it as it took both to stroke and massage the zebra's massive length.
Neither he nor Lukas could get more than half of it past their lips, able to just barely tease at the thick medial ring.
A few minutes passed and Sakan and Damian were both beginning to pant softly from the attention provided. Lukas' and Askia's muzzles bulged, zebra cocks flaring at the head and becoming much thicker than before. The pair was getting close.
Sakan's breath was quick and unsteady and his hips bucked into Lukas' muzzle a few more times, nearly gagging the poor otter. He pulled free from the otter's muzzle, fisting his cock and grinding his teeth together.
The otter leaned forward to nose against the equine's dripping slit, panting heavily and beginning to stroke his foreskin back and forth over his cock, shivering from the shared pleasure.
The zebra's cock flared wide and a thick wad of cum splashed out over the otter's face and neck, drenching him for the hundredth time that night, except in white. Neon colors mixed with the zebra's cum as it continued spraying over the smaller otter.
Lukas' muzzle was filled with strands of stray cum and it ran from his muzzle as he jerked his own shaft until it spasmed in his paw. The otter was used to having the messy loads, and even as it loosed ropes across his belly and chest, it was lost in what Sakan was shooting.
Askia was too busy watching his friend's face and muzzle get soaked in Sakan's seed that he missed his own partner's cock flaring. A heavy splat of seed hit him in the side of his face and plastered his painted fur. He gasped and turned back towards Damian as another wad streaked across the bridge of his muzzle.
The horse's cum was warm and thick, landing in heavy ropes over his face and chest, drenching him liberally. His fingers curled around his knotted cock and tugged a few times, right on the edge of his own orgasm.
Damian's cock pulsed and bobbed in the air, moans lost on deaf ears as shared climaxes kept everyone distracted.
Askia's back arched as cum splattered across his cock and he let loose his own load, adding to the mess covering his stomach.
Paint and cum rolled off Lukas' and Askia's fur, staining the upholstered fabric they were sitting on.
Lukas sighed happily and carefully opened his eyes to survey the mess. "Holy shit,"
Askia was panting and he looked down at himself and then to the otter. Both looked wet and colorful. "You guys really are huge," he muttered.
The brothers' muzzles had been pressed together, but they pulled away to grind down at the friends. "Mmm, told ya," Sakan grinned. "And we're not done with you yet..."
A few hours of rest in the hotel, some hot showers and cleanup, and the squad was back at the festival. It was past midnight, but the crowd hadn't thinned by any noticeable amount.
Lukas and Askia stuck close behind the zebras as the larger males parted the crowd. Less than ten minutes through the crowd and they were already covered in new coats of slippery, colorful paint.
The wild dog's body shivered in anticipation of what was going to happen. They'd discussed it on the way over and lots of teasing and groping had ensued.
After wading out into the sea of people, under the flashing lights and raining paint, Sakan's paws gripped the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down around his ankles.
It was difficult to see, but next them, Lukas had already been stripped down. The zebra brothers were naked, cocks swinging between their legs, already glistening with pre and neon paint.
It hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone in the crowd, and a tight ring had formed around the group. Lukas and Askia pressed chest to chest, cocks hard and grinding into each other's stomach.
Lukas cry was lost in the loud thump of the bass. Askia could make out the pained expression on his muzzle and his body tensed anxiously. Seconds later his own tail was lifted up out of the way, a thick cock pressed up against his hole.
Lubed by neon paint, the thick shaft spread him wide, sliding in until the medial ring was grinding against his tail. It hurt like hell, but the perverse pleasure of how exposed they were in the crowd outweighed the momentary pain.
His arms were wrapped around Lukas and the otter clung back. Claws dug into each other's fur, paws pulling at their asses to help spread them for the thick equines.
Askia bit down on Lukas' neck, whimpering pitifully. Sakan's hips were rolling in small circles, working that thick ring against his abused passage until it slid in. A few minutes of adjusting to the thick length, and then the zebra began pulling out the stops one at a time.
The white of his fur glistened with neon colors and he dragged his sleek cock from the dog's passage before driving it home. Damian did the same to the otter, forcing the smaller males together with each thrust.
Lukas' eyes screwed shut in concentration until he'd relaxed enough that the pain faded into soft bliss. His uncut shaft was pulsing up under the dog's balls and he could feel the plump sheath grinding against his stomach.
Askia's teeth gripped at Lukas' neck, panting hard through his nose. It took longer for him to adjust to Sakan's size, and the zebra was picking up speed. Those heavy, black balls smacked against his ass, sometimes smacking the head of the otter's cock between his legs.
The dog's prostate was being ground against with each movement and soon enough his knotted shaft dripped against Lukas' belly. There wasn't enough room to reach down to grab himself, and he needed both paws to stay upright from the powerful thrusts.
All around, dozens of people watched the zebra twins fuck the smaller pair of males. Phones flashed and captured the sight on camera and a few had stopped dancing altogether to watch with open jaws, or dropped shorts.
Askia's eyes watered from the stimulation, claws digging into the otter's back. The zebra's cock spread him wider than he'd have thought possible, and one of Sakan's paws gripped the back of his head in domination to keep him steady. The thick shaft slid effortlessly through his stretched hole, pounding his prostate and keeping him dripping into Lukas' fur.
Lukas' body was shaking against his own, whining just barely audible to the dog. The otter's uncut shaft was still trapped between his leg, dribbling onto the floor, and Sakan's balls smacked against the dripping head.
The wild dog could feel the otter's shaft suddenly start throbbing and pulsing, a warmth soaking into his taint and even splashing up over his stretched hole. Sakan's balls were drenched in the otter's cum and it glowed faintly under the UV lights as it dripped onto the floor.
Damian let out a powerful grunt from behind the otter and a tug of the zebra's hips, another thrust forward had the thick spire of flesh wedged up under the otter's legs, between Lukas and Askia.
The zebra let out a bellowing moan, easily heard by those nearby. His cockhead flared and a fountain of cum gushed out between the dog and otter's chest, soaking them in the warm seed, paint and cum mixing and glowing exotically in the middle of the dance floor.
Askia wasn't far behind after feeling the cum wash against his chest. Claws dug at Lukas' sides as his cock erupted between them, adding to the zebra's mess.
Sakan was the last to blow and he pulled himself free of Askia's passage, leaving the dog shivering at the sudden emptiness between his legs. Hot, thick ropes of cum splashed up against his ass and over his back, soaking into his fur and mixing with paint. He was liberally drenched in zebra seed as Sakan milked himself across his fur.
Some of the people in the crowd cheered and more cameras flashed to capture it all on film. The dog couldn't argue or fight back; he'd expected all of this, and was more than satisfied with the result.
Askia's jaw ached and he realized he'd had it clenched on the otter's neck. He let go and sighed through his nose, shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure.
Cum and paint was running down his fur and he was certain he looked like a Jackson Pollock by now. A soft whimper from the otter brought his eyes into focus and he felt Lukas' fingers dig into his fur.
A tall doberman was standing behind the otter, hips working back and forth against the otter's abused passage, though Lukas hardly seemed one to complain at the sudden guest.
The zebras were standing off a few feet, talking with a couple in the crowd, taking pictures and laughing. Askia was about to pull away from Lukas when a heavy paw caught the back of his head and held him in place. Someone's tapered shaft pressed at his stretched ring and pushed in, and the dog could only yelp out at the unexpected entry, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into at Splatterfest. |
Caught! by DeathAvenged | Ok so this is just what I came up with after Roleplaying it more then once...been a long time since I posted a story so....enjoy! - Lilly let out a soft sigh as she closed the front door, leaning back against it with her eyes closed tightly for a moment. It had been a rather long day for her at the | [
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Lilly was soon tapping away at her keyboard, two seconds to log in then only a minute or more to get her stream priced and set up. Lilly loved masturbating on camera and found out she had such a fetish after sleeping with a former boyfriend who had filmed it. That had been three years ago and ever since she had been doing live streams of her pleasuring herself with her fingers or different vibrators and dildos. So far she had saved up a good chunk of money that was helping to pay for her collage books and lessons. Within a few minutes she had several people paying to watch. The feline didn't waste time now, cupping her own breasts which were at least a C cup in size. She purred softly to herself and let out a few soft groans as she pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers as she leaned back in her seat a bit more, angling the camera she was filming with so those watching could get a good view of her body. Soon enough she was sliding her right hand into her panties, teasing those watching as she began rubbing her finger tips over her clit and letting out soft little moans.
As she was getting into what she was doing her father, a huge grey tabby cat was down in the basement which he had converted into an office so he could spend some days working from home. He was on the last leg of catching up on some of his work when his brother sent him a link to Lilly's stream with a message. "Pay the fee dude and check out this little calico. She looks like Lilly!" Greg twitched his ears and sighed as he shook his head. "Good lord Bob your such a fucking pervert..." Greg knew he shouldn't but he was a feline after all and finally he got curious enough to take a break from his work and click the link Bob had sent, paying the ten dollar fee only to be shocked to see Lilly on the screen moaning out softly. Greg sat there wide eyed, watching his little girl on the computer screen. She currently had her hand stuffed in her panties and from what he could tell she was fingering herself with a single finger. Greg bit his bottom lip, growling as the anger began to hit him. A normal father would have stormed upstairs and shut down what she was doing but damn she looked rather enticing like this. It had been years since his ex-wife had left and even longer since he last mounted a female. This mixed with the fact he was watching his daughter masturbate online was causing little to no rational thinking as his cock began to harden and appear from his sheath inside of his jeans.
Greg shifted some and finally reached out to his keyboard, tapping away at a few of the keys and posting to Lilly under a false username "Take off your panties and spread your pussy lips open for us..." Lilly had caught sight of the message and purred, getting to her feet and pulling her panties off, tossing them off to the side before sitting back down. She leaned back again, licking her lips as she propped her feet up on the edge of her desk with her legs spread. Greg watched wide eyed as she obeyed his request, watching her hand move down to her pussy and spread herself open with her fingers. Greg swallowed hard and hesitated before he typed again."Rub your clit with your other hand...." He hit the send button knowing this whole thing was wrong. Again he was surprised to see how well she listened as she brought her free hand to her slit, still keeping it spread with her fingers as her free had began rubbing the little nub with her index finger. The feline shivered in pleasure and let out a soft moan. Greg didn't type anymore orders to her as he got to his feet. Even he wasn't going to torment himself like this. Greg left the basement office and headed upstairs to Lilly's room. He didn't even knock as he slowly and rather silently pushed the door open, his ear twitching forward when he heard Lilly let out another soft moan, the sounds of her fingers thrusting into her pussy reaching his ears and making him shudder a bit. God this was so wrong but he couldn't stop himself, the sounds of her moans and her scent filling the room hit him hard and all sense of this being wrong was thrown out the window. He worked silently and quickly, getting his jeans off to free his thick ten inch cock. Once he was free of his pants he moved fast, coming up behind Lilly as she stood up to get one of her dildos out of a box she had them hidden in.
Lilly let out a yelp of surprise as Greg grabbed her from behind and bent her over the desk with a thud. Lilly groaned and folded her ears back as she growled. "What the fuck?!" She lifted her head and turned to see her father was the one who bent her over. He adjusted the camera without a word as Lilly blushed darkly. The next thing the little calico knew she was yelping out as a loud smack filled the air. Greg had spanked her. Lilly whined and struggled a bit as her fur stood up from the pain of the spank. Greg grinned and rubbed his hand over her firm little ass where he had spanked her, giving her ass a few small gropes before he brought his hand up and swung down with another smack against her ass making her gasp out. "DADDY!" Greg growled out to her and spanked her a few more times, her ass cheek a bit red under the white patch of fur over that area. Greg grinned and rubbed the area gently to sooth the sting then moved that same hand between Lilly's legs. Lilly was wiggling and biting her bottom lip hard as Greg stuffed two of his fingers into her pussy making Lilly gasp and moan out in pleasure. "D...d...daddy..." She folded her ears back and looked at him over her shoulder as Greg began to finger her hard and slow, taking his time with it while his cock twitched and throbbed from the excitement he was feeling, the control he had of her.
Greg growled and began fingering Lilly a bit harder, the little feline mewling and moaning out in pleasure now as she gripped at her desk. "Daddy....daddy..f...fuck please...." Greg purred heavily which made Lilly shiver in delight, something that confused her greatly.Greg pulled his fingers from her now dripping pussy and brought them to his fingers, licking them clean. "You have been a bad little girl Lilly..." She blushed when she heard his voice and his words, biting her bottom lip hard as she felt him move to stand behind her fully, his cock resting between her ass cheeks as precum leaked from the tip down onto her fur. Lilly took a few deep breathes and looked at him over her shoulder again. Greg looked back at her as he gripped her hips firmly, the fact this was live streaming long forgotten as he began grinding his cock against her ass slowly, making Lilly let out a few soft gasps before she whispered. "F...fuck me..." Greg perked his ears up and slid on hand up along her back, soon tangling his fingers in her short black hair and pulling back slowly. "Say that again...I didn't hear you." Lilly growled softly and lightly dug her claws down into the desk as she spoke out louder. "Fuck me daddy!" Greg grinned and leaned over her, whispering in her ear. "Your my bitch now Lilly..." She blushed darkly at those words while Greg readjusted himself so his cock was at her pussy, slowly rubbing the tip along her slit and letting it rub against her clit a few times before he lined himself up and pushed in with one rough movement. Lilly let out a moan and closed her eyes tightly while her fathers hips were pressed firmly up against her ass. Greg shuddered hard at how tight Lilly felt on his cock, his fur standing up for a moment as he let out a growl of pleasure.
Greg kept himself buried inside his daughter for a moment or so before he leaned down and bit the back of her neck roughly making her squeak out a bit from the feeling of his teeth on her skin. Greg placed his hands on her hips and gripped her firmly as he pulled his hips back till just the tip of his cock was stuffed in her pussy then proceeded to thrust into her hard making Lilly jerk and gasp in pleasure. Greg didn't take it easy on her, he was so pent up he wanted to let it all out. He began pounding into his daughter as hard as he could now, closing his eyes tightly and growling against the back of her neck while tugging on the skin a few times. Lilly was moaning out at the top of her lungs now, panting between her moans as she clawed at her desk which was jerking and shaking from the impacts her father was making into her body. "D..Daddy! F...fuck..HARDER!" Greg growled in response to her and done as she asked, almost lifting her up in the air a bit by her hips, his claws sinking into her skin as he slammed his cock into her over and over, her ass jiggling and shaking from his hips slamming into her. Lilly shuddered, enjoying the rough way he was fucking her, the feeling of the dull barbs that lined his cock tugging at her inner walls while she panted in pleasure, her eyes shut tightly. Greg knew he wasn't going to last long as his cock began throbbing hard, his orgasm beginning to build up as he doubled up his efforts, finally letting go of her neck and gripping both her shoulders tightly in his hands,using the leverage to pound into her like she was nothing but a bitch to breed, growling at her while she moaned out even louder.
Lilly was shivering in pleasure now as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. She whimpered and clawed at her desk a bit more while she lowered her head down. "F...fuck..Daddy..G..going to cum! I am going to cum daddy!!!" Her cries only fueled her father as he slammed into her over and over again, the wet sounds of his cock being thrust into her pussy filled the rooms with the whimpers of pleasure. Lilly managed to hold out a bit longer before she finally screamed out and came hard, her pussy clamping down on her fathers cock as tightly as it could while her juices gushed over him, leaking out onto their thighs while her father snarled and bit down on her shoulder hard, slamming his hips into her once or twice more before giving a final thrust, his hips pressed tightly up against her ass, the tip of his cock pressed hard up against her cervix while it throbbed and twitched, streams of cum flowing from him and filling his little girls pussy up till some leaked out around him. Greg and Lilly laid there against the desk panting heavily. Lilly whimpered from a bit of pain due to him clawing and biting her but she still had a stupid grin of someone who had just been fucked senseless. Greg soon began purring as he nuzzled his daughters head gently, whispering in her ear. "Your grounded young lady.." Lilly was silent for a moment before she started laughing hard once her breathing was under control. Once she stopped laughing she began purring as she ended the stream, grinning some. "Oh daddy....this won't be the last time will it?" Greg grinned and nipped at her ear. "Not a chance in hell." |
The Greys Chapter 7: Adoption by hyenafur | #8 of The Greys - Jo let out a sigh as she looked through the numerous couples looking to adopt. Most of them wanted sheep, or bunnies, or kittens, or other domestics, but none of them seemed to want fox kits. The more she searched through the profiles, the more she became disheartened. The vixen's | [
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She'd found out not long after the meeting that she was pregnant with a boy. She'd started to call him Kody from that day forwards. It felt odd to name a child that she was going to give up, but it was the only way she could really keep from going crazy.
May and June passed by with very little in the way of prospects for her yet to be born child, and the more she thought about it, the more she was open to the idea of coming clean to her parent and sending Kody to live with them. At least he would be with his own blood kin. It was the first day in July that she finally found someone she liked.
They were a domestic inter-species couple. The wife was a mutt; part German Shepherd, part Irish Setter, part Boarder Collie, part Welsh Corgi, and part coyote. She wasn't able to have children at all, partly because of her size, but mostly because she was barren. The husband was a pure bred German Shepherd on his second marriage. But what really caught Jo's attention was that they were looking for a tod kit. It was the first time she'd seen anyone list tod kits on their dossier, most of them wanted vixen kits. But it got better. The husband was an airline pilot, which meant he made enough money to comfortably provide for his family, which was perfect. Kody wouldn't have to worry about anything when he grew up.
Slowly, Jo made her way into the hall, towards the hanging in wall phone. She punched in the number to the adoption agency.
Brenda Schaiferhund was surprised to hear the phone ring during lunch. It was a weekday after all and most telemarketers called during weekends. Slowly, the mutt woman slid out of her chair and headed over to the ringing telephone. Brenda was a mutt, but most of the time she was mistaken for a Vallhund because of how short she was. She had to climb onto a chair to get at the phone, picking it up and pressing the transmitter to her ear. "Schaiferhund residence," she said into the receiver.
"Mrs. Schaiferhund, this is Mrs. O'Donnell with Open Hearts Open Arms. I know you were looking for a tod kit, and we found one. A Miss Josephine Grey contacted us back in May about putting her son up for adoption. We just got off the phone with her, and we think he would be a perfect match," the voice said into Brenda's ear.
"How old is he," was the first question. The mutt bitch was very curious. She didn't have a problem adopting an older kit, but part of her wanted to raise him up from a baby.
"Miss Grey is due in the next week or so," the woman replied, "Second week of July, I believe."
Brenda just about dropped the phone and fell out of her chair. It was what she wanted. It was perfect. A kit to raise from childbirth, like he was her own son.
"Mrs. Schaiferhund?"
"I... I'll need to talk this over with my husband, but I think... I think he's exactly what we're looking for."
"Of course, Mrs. Schaiferhund. Please call me back as soon as you come to a decision."
"Yes. Yes, of course."
The woman on the other end hung up with Brenda still holding onto the handset.
Johan Schaiferhund was rummaging through his corporate mail in the pilot's lounge of Trans-National Airlines. He'd just finished a flight that morning, a long eight hour ordeal with two stops to refuel and change passengers, and he was ready to call it a day. The pure bred German Shepherd started to make his way towards the lounge door, when one of the dispatchers poked his head out of his office. "Hey Johnny, your wife's on the line, says it's urgent."
Johan blinked a few times. His wife never called him at work unless it was an emergency. The last time he'd gotten one of those calls, the shepherd's parents had passed away, so it made him a little worried. "I'll be right there," the dog replied, making his way towards the dispatcher's office. The other man, a stocky bulldog, handed him the phone. "What is it? What's wrong, honey," were his first words.
"Nothing's wrong. In fact, it couldn't be better," Brenda replied, which only confused Johan. "What do you mean," he asked.
"The adoption agency called. There's a vixen who's looking for someone to adopt her tod kit," his wife's voice was incredibly high pitched when she got excited.
"How old is he?"
"He hasn't been born yet! The vixen is due soon though," the mutt yipped out happily over the phone. The shepherd nodded, "And this is the one, Brenda?"
"Yes, this is the one," Brenda said emphatically.
"All right. Call them back and let them know."
"Love you."
"I love you too," Johan said before he hung up. The bulldog looked at him, "What was that about?"
The shepherd just smiled, "We're having a baby." |
Marianne's Misty Hike (Part 2): The Mystery Cabin by Thornbrier | #7 of Mystic Family (First Try) Now we get to the more casual sexual stuffs as Marianne's troop of scouts find a mysterious cabin in the woods that shouldn't be there. - The forest looked so different in the dark mist, even familiar trail marks seemed to move about at random until Marianne couldn't | [
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As it an answer to a prayer a light appeared in the mist and she lead the cubs toward it. A wooden porch, a small 3 room cabin, with a single lit window by the door. It shouldn't have been there, no cabins like this existed anywhere within the Cozy Snakes National Park, nor for miles beyond.
A light drizzle added to the cold mist prompted everyone to huddle on the porch. Marianne knocked on the door and it slowly pushed in from the force of her knuckles.
She looked around inside the door and heard singing. Following the voice into a kitchen, she found an old wolf woman baking in a wood stove. "Oh, don't mind, deary, come in." Marianne entered the kitchen wearily. "Don't worry, dear. It's ok. I saw you all coming and I started up some cookies. Should be ready in half an hour, deary. There's plenty of towels in the linen closet for the cubs to dry off, and if the fog doesn't lift soon enough I'm sure we can find place for all of them to sleep."
As the scent of the cookies baking wafted into her nose, a smile came to Marianne's lips. "Oh, yeah, of course. Thank you for letting us stay here, Granmama." She casually walked back to the door and invited the cubs in. She guided them to the towels and instructed them all to take off their wet uniforms and dry off. By the time she had them all sitting naked around the fireplace Granmama came out with plates of cookies.
The excited cubs nommed on the delicious delicacies as Marianne sat naked with them and told stories, old stories, stories from before the species all got along. Stories of the ancient hunts and the brave prey species warriors who defended their people from the predators. Meanwhile, Granmama wolf sat in her nightgown knitting away in her rocking chair and listened.
The cubs asked specifically for stories of their various species, and after several Granmama finally made a story request. "Oh, deary, why don't you tell them a story from your own youth, eh? I think they'd like to hear that."
"Yeah? You would?" Marianne asked the cubs, a mix of excitement and sleepiness coming from the small group. "Ok, well, I wasn't much older than you all when I got my first babysitting job. Actually, younger than some of you. I must have been about 12. I was so excited. I'd helped my parents take care of cubs before, of course, but this was the first time I was going to be in charge. Just me and little Mitchel. His parents left me some money to order pizza, and I was supposed to have him in bed by eight.
"Mitchel was younger than me, but he was about the same size since he was an elephant, and I'm a rabbit. We played his favorite video games for most of the evening, but when it came time to put him to bed I had some trouble. With other cubs his age I could have just forced him to bed, but he was so big and strong I couldn't force him anywhere. He ran and ran all over insisting he wasn't tired.
"I kept yelling at him to get ready for bed, to change into his PJs, but he laughed and kept running. At one point I managed to corner him and ripped down his pants. As he took off running again I reached out and tried to grab him, and boy did I get a handful alright. When I noticed he was standing still I looked down and realized I had grabbed his penis. And being an elephant, it was fairly sizable even at his age.
"I was shocked, but I couldn't let go. I just kept holding on." Marianne looked down to either side and saw she was holding the cocks of cubs on either side of her. "Like I'm doing now, yeah. I just held onto him and he stood there, just as shocked as I was. Go ahead, everyone, grab a penis, any penis except your own." She looked around as the cubs eagerly grabbed each other's cocks, some taking two hands, and still there weren't enough to go around.
Marianne looked almost pleadingly to Granmama who nodded and waved a hand absentmindedly. "Clits work too, dearies." Heading Granny's advice the cubs started to grab and pull at some of the girl's clits as they grew out, some forming into proper penises themselves.
"Ok, good, now that everyone has a cock in hand, let's continue. So, there I was, holding this young elephant's penis in the hall, and it was his bedtime. So I told him, 'you are coming to bed with me, now.' and then I pulled him by the penis." Almost all the cubs gave out a sudden grunt of mild pain as their cocks and clits were all yanked by the cubs around them. "As you can guess from that, he came with me much easier."
"I lead him up into bed and into his PJs, never letting go of that long member. It was almost like I was holding his 'second trunk'. Once he was in bed I sat next to him, holding him so he wouldn't act up. And I found I really liked the feel of it in my hand, the smell of it too." She looked around and saw that some of the boy's and girl's cocks were hard. "Unlike several of you, Mitch was too young for his cock to get hard, but as I stroked my fist up and down his member he did start to leak out pre. That's the liquid coming from some of your cocks now. Pre, it's a lubricant. That day I also found out it can be pretty salty. Go ahead, taste. Make sure everyone gets to taste some."
Marianne looked about at the cubs all tasting each other's cocks and realized she was looking at them at level height. She wasn't quite sure when she'd shrunk, but for some reason, she wasn't too worried about it either. She did start to get a bit jealous when the growing cub girl's breasts became larger than her own. Looking down, she realized her rack was shrinking at the same rate theirs were growing.
Granmama wolf, now appearing much younger herself, stood up and cast off her nightgown to reveal a voluptuous paragon of brood-motherly beauty. She circled around to where Marianne was sitting, picked her up, and sat in her place before plopping the bunny in her wide hipped lap. "Continue your story, dear."
Marianne nodded and looked over the developing teens as they all held each other's throbbing cocks in desperate anticipation. "Right, I was, I, oh. I leaned over, following the smell of his pre, and I licked it. I liked the tip of his cock." The teens moaned all around her as they licked each other's members. "And I wanted more, so I started to suck on it." Her shrinking body slipped down between Momma Wolf's legs even as she heard the grunting gasps and slurps of her teenaged charges, their bodies continuing to grow more muscular.
Momma Wolf picked up the young Marianne. She raised the toddler to her breasts and Marianne started to suckle. "Well, it seems your scout assistant leader has grown too young to keep telling her story, so I will tell it for her. You see, she kept sucking that beefy young elephant cock, denying his pleasure racked body any rest, for hours. His body wasn't developed enough to give her what she really sought, only able to give her a slow stream of pre.
"But what she craved, what all succubi like her crave, was his cum. Go ahead, my children, cum for Momma. Cum into each other's mouths for me. Yes, yes, my dears, fill each other's bellies with your youth-laden jizz. Let Momma feed on your youthful energies."
The orgy of muscular 20-somethings rolled around the room as they sucked each other off, panting and cumming, unable to stop and having no desire to. As they kept sucking they grew older and older and Momma wolf took it all in as if she was inhaling their youth.
Once the scouts were all old frail bodies, unable to reach each other's cocks to keep sucking Momma wolf stood and cackled. "Oh, thank you, Marianne. Thanks to you I can finally be free of this prison. I don't know how a succubus as weak as you managed to penetrate my prison walls, but now I have enough energy to escape back to the material plane where I can drink the youth of the entire world."
Momma Wolf laid Marianne down amid the dying elderly scouts who had been in her charge. "Oh, yes, Marianne, if Cody had picked a different leader for the hike your scouts probably would have survived this trip. Enjoy an eternity alone in my prison, little cub. That is the reward I leave you for freeing me. Meanwhile, I shall devour everyone else's youth across every world you have ever visited. With you as my link to the Omnibus, no one in your clan will be able to challenge me. Mwahahahahaha!"
As she spoke, the wolf's facial features elongated and became scalier. Blue and turquoise emerged from her fur as great wings formed from her back. With an exhale of delight she stepped one three taloned foot through the door and onto the porch before flying up into the mists.
She flew high and flapped the mists about with her wings until she found the blinking lights of the emergency flair balloon. "Clearly I must learn of these technological advances that allow a non-magical mark of this quality. Perhaps my reading of her power appears so weak because she merges it with this technology. But it is so kind of her to mark the exit for me." |
Pain - Fable Pt. 0 by Fableye | #5 of Plaisir - Every night she had the same dream. Or, at least the part she could remember. It always seemed to end with her laying down, facing the sky, soaked in the amber light of evening. She could her life force draining away, and the icy chill of death she knew so well claiming | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152575-pain-fable-pt-0 | Every night she had the same dream. Or, at least the part she could remember. It always seemed to end with her laying down, facing the sky, soaked in the amber light of evening. She could her life force draining away, and the icy chill of death she knew so well claiming her, a massive pain in her abdomen, from where her life force bled free of her body. Streaked along her form, she could feel the little deltas of her essence soaking into the bloodied ground beneath her as she struggled for breath. The sky began to blacken from the edges, eventually eclipsing her entire view, until there was only darkness, and the cold claimed her.
Fable wished she didn't have this dream every night. She knew what it was, of course - the moments of her death. It had to be. What else *could\_it be? She took a deep breath and looked around, letting it hiss out of her as a sigh, taking some of the tension of her dream with it. The room was as she had left it when she'd gone to bed the previous night, lavish and extravagant as ever before, with every amenity one could want. Beds, art, window overlook, jacuzzi, even a balcony. Her penthouse suite at Cafe Plaisir was everything the guide had said it would be; yet, despite the immense comfort and hordes of escapes and pleasures surrounding her, she could not shake this nightmare of her memories. It always left her with an undirected sense of hate, pain and fury she'd inflict on someone during the day with her pranks and comments, but it never really seemed to be \_enough*. Like reapplying a bandage to a wound.
She didn't know who she used to be. She didn't particularly care, either. It wasn't who she was now, it wasn't even really part of her life. *Well, maybe **life** isn't the right word,* she'd muse whenever she thought about it, usually before sleep, or shortly after waking. Maybe resolving the business of her last life would make her disappear and she could rest. Maybe it would stop her dreams. Maybe all she had to do was just figure out how she died. Ghosts always seemed to have different motives, and she didn't know what hers was.
What she *did\_know is she'd seen every ghost movie, read every ghost book, followed threads on paranormal investigators, and other ghost hunters, and found out that humans and pokemon alike did not understand ghosts very well. Which made figuring out why one became a ghost a very problematic thing indeed. She \_also* knew that she was at a brothel, in one of the ritziest, swankiest rooms. She did not have to work while she was here, though she could if she wanted to - one of the perks of being a consultant instead of a regular employee. She'd sort of *inherited* her position from her old life, as the name and employee ID number imprinted in the book matched a letter she'd found in a package on her grave shortly after waking as a Sableye, a small dark/ghost pokemon with gems protruding from her body, and gems for eyes. The letter had read:
*Dear sir or madam,*
*We regret to inform you of your death. Once, you went by Nyem, or Pro²Creation Employee No. 0005399225940. We hope that this package of your old pokeball, one (1) Quick Ball, and your old breeding manual, will serve you in death as it had in life. Also enclosed is a contract, should you be interested in offering your services to us once more as a consultant.*
*We recognize death is an inconvenient and troubling transition period. If you need some refreshing on who and what you were originally, please consult your OT (Original Trainer), whose name and contact information can be found on the attached document, assuming you have lost yours in your demise.*
*We do very much hope to hear from you, and you continue your employment with us in death as you had done in life.*
*Sincerely,*
*T. M. Karras Pro²Creation Director of Employee Retention*
It hadn't been unreasonable. She skimmed the contract, and learned the joy of billable hours. The manual had everything she needed. Entitled *Pro²Creation Official Pokemon Breeding and Conditioning Guide, 7th Revised Edition.* It seemed very fancy, but had seen its share of use. Pages were torn, notes were in the margins, but the book seemed to be, all in all, together. She skimmed it. Anything she needed seemed to be in here on some page or another. On the inside cover was a matching employee ID number and name to the letter. She sighed, running a hand over the name. It was hers. *Was.*
She'd signed the contract, sent it along, and received her new employee ID a few days later, complete with a new name she'd come up with on the spot; *Fable*. The letters had sounded good together. Though, sometimes she wished she'd given it more thought. Nothing had been pressing her to decide. It just seemed like the thing to do. She hadn't known who she was. She still wasn't even sure now. Pro² had easy work for her - go to locations, offer advice, don't hurt anyone. She wasn't required to do any of the breeding herself - her "egg group" was too small, apparently. Very specific. Just, assist others in breeding.
After she'd read the contract and signed it, she reviewed the information for her Original Trainer. A young man in his early 30's. Worked part time for Pro² and was in the reserve forces for the military. She had a hunch that her military career had been untimely short, if he'd been in the military when she was his pokemon.
She looked over the contact number. It would be easy to call him. Maybe he'd love to hear from his beloved dead pokemon again. Then again, she *wasn't* that pokemon. She was a Sableye now. She gingerly folded the OT information and placed it inside her manual, next to the entry for Pokemon #302. Maybe one day, she would have the nerve to call him. Maybe.
The other item she'd received was a pokeball. Blue, with yellow strips along the top and bottom. Two on each, coming from a burst symbol on the front and back. The ball was heavily damaged, with some of the paint chipping, revealing the metal beneath. There were a number of dings and scratches over its surface. It looked like, at one point or another, someone had tried prying the ball open, judging by marks around the rim. She oftentimes stared at it, wondering what was in it. She'd never checked - she was afraid. She couldn't go into it, which meant that it was either broken or occupied.
She didn't know which was worse. |
The Greys Chapter 8: Kody Grey by hyenafur | #9 of The Greys - Jo leaned back in the chair as she looked at Gideon and Ray. "Nine days later, I gave birth t'uh healthy baby boy. Brenda'n'Yo-han took him home, and that was the last I ever saw of you, Kody," the vixen said as she looked directly at Ray. "I figgered they'd rename ya, even though | [
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"Kody's my middle name, mom," Ray replied, "I've never gone by it since most people just call me Ray."
His words made Jo's face light up, "I'm glad."
Gideon held up a hand, "But Aunt Jo, ya'llways told us you never had no kits."
Jo let out a sigh as she looked over at her nephew, "I never told you, Gideon, but granny and pappy knew. So did yer ma and pa. I didn't even tell'm til I was done with college. Damn near broke everyone's heart, even mine."
"Is that why ya never got hitched, Aunt Jo," Gideon asked, "Cuz a what happened?"
The old vixen nodded, "It was hard enough livin' knowing I gave up one kit. I couldn't bring myself to get married and have more knowing that they'd have an oller brother they'd never meet."
The tubby red and brown fox nodded as he slowly began to lean back into his chair. He had a cousin he'd never met nor heard a peep about til now. It would have been nice if Kody would have been around when Gideon was growing up. There would have been another fox to mingle with.
Ray just leaned forwards as he started to wriggle out of his jacket, sliding one arm out at a time. "Mom, you should probably know something," he said as he slowly handed her the brown leather garment over to her with the name plate facing up.
"My parents told me about what happened when I was eighteen," he said as he looked at Josephine, "I thought about contacting you several times, but I didn't have the courage until Brenda and Johann passed away last year."
His real mother looked up at him, "What happened?"
Ray let out a long sigh as he remembered, "Car accident."
Jo looked down at the jacket again, before moving her head back up to look at her son. "I'm so sorry, Ray. They were such nice people too."
Ray nodded his head, "They were, but after their death, I finally got in contact with you, and... well... just read the jacket, mom."
The old vixen looked at her son's jacket, staring at the two pairs of silver wings, but what really caught her attention was the name under it. Kody Grey. She looked back up at her son, "Ya changed it?"
Kody nodded, "Yeah. I've been going by Kody ever since last year."
Jo started to tear up again as she stood up, the leather jacket falling away. Her son stood up as well, his arms wrapping around his mother and holding her tightly as she cried on his shoulder. |
Fractured Memories Part 3 by dfeyder | #13 of gift work - Fractured Memories Part 3 By Dustin Feyder Commissioned by Dodish The Hyena touches her noise to my neck then playfully pushes me away. She walks over to the table on other side of the room and reaches into a folder that is sitting in wait on the wall. "Now let us get started with | [
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Part 3
By
Dustin Feyder
Commissioned by
Dodish
The Hyena touches her noise to my neck then playfully pushes me away. She walks over to the table on other side of the room and reaches into a folder that is sitting in wait on the wall. "Now let us get started with the real game. I should like you to write your name here." She points out a dotted line in the lower right corner of a piece of paper she has on a clip board, there looks as if there should be writing on the paper but it is in a form of ink that seems to not be visible under the neon lights of the 'Dungan Master' sign. I pick up the page and try to see the writing but it simply can't be done
Samur takes the clip board from me and places it back on the table "Silly kitten, just sign." She pulls a check out from between her breast and sets it on the table, now this I can read clearly, this is a casher check for over ten times my annual salary "I get you to sign this paper and I give this to you or who so every you want me."
I can't turn that down, just think about what you could do if you had ten years pay in your hand right now. I do as I am told, Samur kisses me in turn and hands me the check. "Now, I should like you to take these." She pulls out from under the table a stack of paper that looks to be pressed from leather, then she pulls out a candle and a pin that can't be less than 200 years old with the inkwell to go with it "Write for me three letters and seal them with wax; one for your mother, one for your best friend and one for the museum. I need you to tell them that there is work that you must do abroad and you regret that you will not be home for three months."
I turn my head, my eyes find Samur's "three months? You want me to stay here for the next three months?"
Samur smiles placing her hands under her chin batting her eye's cutely "do you wish to not? For I think it should pleasure me much if you should stay. Maybe you can say it to be a vacation from your little art job. How does your job work anyway? I should like to know more."
I need time to think, I can't grasp all at once how a weekend trip could turn in a three moth long one or way, but again I think about the money I was just given, and then about the question of what I do "I am on artist by trade, I am specially trained in the handling of antique artwork, and its repair"
Samur waves me to sit down giggling happily "the paradox of art. Everyone wishes they can make new art that everyone can love. But there in is the problem is it not? If you should think about all the things you love are they not all things they have? And all things new are things you cannot know that you love. "
I laugh embarrassed "yeah, that is why people that clean paintings get payed so well" Clearly suffering a lapse in judgment I sit down to start writing. I take note of a watermark on the pages, an emblem; three question marks, one backwards, one upside down, one backwards and on its side, all connected by a single ring in-between them. I can't say why this caught my attention, only that it did, and that it will again.
The letters, something about them and the way Samur asked me to write then feels like something I have seen before, something from the past. Samur reaches under the table setting a hand on my lag as I write. She tickles me to keep my attention. I feel hypnotized.
After I finish the letters Samur places them in a set of envelops, she produces a wax stamp and seals them shut, the embroidery on the stamp resembles the letter 'V' and a set of wings. At that Samur is overtaken by animalistic urges. She pushes me at the bed in the room and forces me onto my stomach. She grips me by the haunches and pulls me up to all fours. She lays on my back play humping me as she nibbles at my neck.
For some time Samur bites and kisses at me, her heat builds and her hips rock up against my butt. That same soft, stiff feeling starts to arise again. I am nerves, uneasy, Samur reaches around be clawing at my chest. I have never been pushed on to all fours like this and never has a girl rubbed my rump so erotically. If I may I would also like to say that I never thought I would be with a girl from outside my kingdom.
Samur slides her hands into my pants offering to push them down for me. At that point I try to pull away and tell Samur that 'I'm really not that excited'. I get as far as saying "I" then she rolls me onto my back and pulls my lags up to her sides as she lays me in missionary position. She takes my muzzle in her moth and she forces me to his her. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I can do nothing but except her lust.
At some point during all of this I can only assume I fell asleep. I awaken what I can only guess to be hours later in the room that was given to me on the second floor. I don't think I slept with Samur but suddenly the thought is on my mind. If she starts to act so rowdy again I might just have to try to reach down and get a feel for her little hole. Thinking about it I am disappointed I didn't have that thought earlier.
I go for a walk around the castle, I find most of the doors locked. Ultimately not unreasonable. I do find a few open doors, the door to the basement, a door on the second floor that leads to a study, and a door that leads into a theater room. As I walk a hand full of thoughts keep creeping to the front of my mind, first that way Samur said "...three letter." That sounded so strange to me, the words and the idea alike seemed in so many ways wrong, second everything in the mane wing of the castle, why is it all painted bronze?
I come to a mirror at the end of a hallway on my walk, the mirror is eight feet wide and ten feet tall, it is pointed down the hall to a second mirror of identical diminutions, the two mirror reflect each-other creating the illusion of a hallway without ending. The glass is backed by a yellow metal giving the mirror a sickly reflection, everything looks aged and yellowed, the glass itself is imperfect, it has slight ripples in it that make the edges look like they are reflecting throw water.
There is a gold molding around the outside of the mirror with elaborate carvings in it, fish like shapes swim up the sides of the mirror, then there is a watery brake in the molding that marks fish turning into birds flying up to the keystone of the mirror, a sun like shape... but what is that? The same shape I had seen in the watermark of the paper, the three question marks and the ring. There inside the sun. what is it? What does it mean? I reach up to try and run my fingers along it but then feel the need to try to find my way back to my room instead. I will need to remember to ask Samur about the etching.
For the next day or two I don't see Samur. I ask Griswold about it and he can only tell me that she is not available. I should have expected so much. Someone like her surly cant afforded to sit around all day right? The strange mark I had seen had almost slipped my mind before I returned to my room the fallowing night to find a peace of paper on my bed with writing in red ink on bronzed paper that reads "Have you seen the mark?"
The letter seems ghastly but I discard it ready to lay down and hopes of seeing my friend in the morning. I hear whispers in the back of my mind as I way down.
"...Silly Kitten, Just sign..."
"...Now the real game can begin..."
"...All the things that you love are they not things that you have..."
"...Just sign..."
"...Have you seen the Mark..."
My eyes snap open, I feel something pressing down on my chest, something large and heavy is sitting atop me. My arms can't move, my lags can't move, I want to shout but my body will not allow it. I hear roaring, I feel wind rushing out from under my bed and out the door like some sort of air tunnel, I see a haze rolling form beneath me, I smell cold in the air, I taste something bitter in my mouth. Hands reach for me from the foot of the bed, my heart pounds. Hands rest on my chest. The bitter taste like blood and gasoline chocks me. |
Avians & Otters 2 by Sans55 | The sequel to Avians & Otters! As before, this is taken almost entirely from an RP between me and a friend, although with plenty of editing. - How the mighty had fallen. Through the halls of the otter submarine, two otters were dragging the half-conscious body of the leader of the renowned avian | [
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Through the halls of the otter submarine, two otters were dragging the half-conscious body of the leader of the renowned avian team. He wore only a particularly high-cut, royal blue speedo with silver metal sides. The handsome eagle was still sporting a stiff tent in the blue fabric between the metal plates of his skimpy garment, a side-effect of his ordeal barely an hour earlier.
The otter and avian teams did battle as part of the well-known wargames, and the otters emerged victorious in their most recent engagement. Having been captured by the otters, the athletic avian leader was being dragged off to the brainwashing chamber, where he would be brainwashed into servitude to the warlord that commanded the otter team, as it was with everyone that was defeated and captured by another team, being brainwashed to serve the warlord of their respective teams. However, no one ever died in the games as all weapons induced in orgasms and sedated whoever they impacted.
The purpose of the games was for each warlord to ultimately conquer each and every tropical island in the archipelago. By defeating other teams, warlords would brainwash them into joining their side, usually forming them into a separate team. The victorious warlord would be bathed in riches and wealth for their leadership abilities.
Grane was the handsome, athletic and renowned eagle leader of an avian team. Until this day, he had never lost a battle. Now here he was, being dragged through the metallic halls of the otters' mobile base, his arousal visible to all inside his skimpy swimsuit, bathed in the humiliation of his defeat. He was on his knees as the two otters gripping his arms dragged him over to the brainwashing room. Both of them males, they both wore yellow speedos, their own arousal quite visible behind the tenting fabric, excited by the mere sight of their captive.
They came to the entrance to the brainwashing room, one of the otters letting go of their captive to turn the huge wheel on the door. After a few turns, the large metal hatch creaked open, revealing several complex contraptions, each with an avian strapped to it. As the two otters dragged the handsome eagle into the large chamber, two more otters stood waiting for them. One wore a white lab coat over a yellow (something), while the other wore only a yellow speedo with a white stripe on the side to signify to his fellow otters that he was their leader.
"Hey, Grane! Come on in!" said the otter leader who had come to greet the avian that he had defeated that very same day.
The two otters dragged the eagle up to the otter leader, then let go, placing him on his knees. Smiling, the otter leader knelt down in front of Grane, taking his beak in his paws.
"You never thought you'd be here, did you?" said the otter.
Grane simply responded with a quiet grunt, still barely conscious with his eyes half-closed. The otter smiled further at this, moving a paw down between Grane's legs, gently gripping his arousal through his skimpy speedo. Eliciting a soft moan from the once-proud avian leader.
"Do you know what happens now?" said the otter, leaning in to speak directly into Grane's ear. "Now we're gonna make you one of us..."
He suddenly retracted his hand from Grane's bulge, standing up, inciting a frustrated moan from the eagle. The otter nodded to the two that brought him in, who then gripped the eagle by the arms and lifted him up, dragging him over to one of the contraptions.
In the belly of the submarine, dozens of otters were scampering about in tight and revealing yellow swimwear, their required attire in the upcoming battle. Squad leaders were yelling orders to grab both land and water weaponry from the bins.
A female otter grabbed her mask, breathing device, harpoon gun and knife and hustled to the extraction point. It was a new experience for her to fight on land but at least some fighting would happen in the water beforehand. Her nipples pressed firmly against the top of her skin-suit while she attached each piece of equipment.
"This is going to be fun," she said to no one in particular.
The female otter saw the others entering the water through their water wells, splashing in and disappearing into the water with a few kicks of their fins. It was her turn and she made sure her breathing device was full of air and tightly secured. She slipped into the water and shivered as the cool liquid hit her. She swam out where the otters were spread before the submarine, awaiting orders.
"Alright cum bait, just the basics!" said the male otter leader "Protect your hoses, the sure fire way to keep you safe in the water. on land, well, expect everything from more projectiles, knives and even traps. Focus fire and keep to the shallows then go in as one."
The otters nodded and headed out. No doubt they were going to run into some underwater resistance.
Meanwhile, knowing that their comrades had long since fallen, the surviving team of all-male avians on land were setting up their defences, determined to prevent the otters from capturing the island.
"Quickly!" they whispered to one another, eager to dig in before the otters had time to approach the shores of the island.
All clad in their standard royal blue leotards and speedos, the various avian species had also established a small camp further inland where they were discussing strategy and setting up a forward base from where to coordinate their defence. Speedo and leotard-clad avians were rushing to and fro as they got ready for the coming battle.
"This is gonna be a tough one," said one leotard-clad hawk to his superior. "what with all our losses, that is."
The two were kneeling on the edge of a cliff, just above the foliage of the tropical jungle below. Behind them their forward base was being set up.
"Don't focus on the negative. Just make sure you're ready..." responded his robin superior, his high-cut speedo already tenting with excitement for the upcoming conflict.
Kneeling proudly, the dignified robin lifted a set of binoculars to his eyes, brushing the tool against his feathered chest, expecting to see otters storming the many beaches in no time.
"Let's hope this works..." said the robin, the new leader of the avians what with the defeat of Grane. "Hopefully the creatures in Despair Reef will eat well tonight." he said, noticing the sun slowly beginning to set. He estimated there would be about an hour of daylight left before they would be forced to use night-vision and torches.
At the beaches, a team of ten avians, led by a speedo-clad bat, were charging into the water. Their plan was to compel the otters to attack a specific side of the island where their area of entry would force them to go through both the most solid avian defence, and the renowned Dark Pass, a deep crack in the earth falling away to blackness. Deep below, a myriad of giant insects and other monstrous creatures hungered to feed on the cum of those that happened to fall or walk in.
The brown bat and his team of ten avians were readying their harpoons as they steadied themselves in the water. As soon as the otters approached, they would fight until five or so remain, then fall back to the designated beach, hopefully with the otters in chase. On the way to the beach, the otters would be forced to go through Despair Reef, a rocky reef filled with all manner of cum-hungry octopi, seals, giant crabs, and even small fish. Few divers have been able to traverse that underwater terrain without spending a day or two as the guest of one of the residents. Those otters that make it through would be forced to land on the most well defended beach on the island, followed by Dark Pass. Only knowledge of the underwater terrain allowed the bat's team to safely reach the location where the otters were most likely to approach, so as to avoid Despair Reef.
The powerful eagle groaned as the two otter assistants restrained him, his eyelids feeling like heavy weights.
In a few moments he was strapped to the brainwashing machine. He was on his back, held up in the air by an apparatus that pushed up against his spine at an awkward angle. His strong body was bent like a bow that was ready to be fired, with his head hanging back, almost upside-down. His arms and legs were tightly secured in strong metallic shackles.
Once he was fully restrained, one of the assistants gave Grane a brief grope through his high-cut speedo before leaving to secure other avians to their contraptions.
"Well, aren't you a mighty one?" said the head technician otter, slowly walking up between Grane's restrained and spread legs.
Still experiencing the effects of the sedative chemicals, the eagle could only groan in frustration as he tried in vain to move his arms and legs.
"Let's take this off..." said the otter, unbuckling Grane's chest piece and removing it, exposing his buff chest. He then placed the piece of armour on a nearby table.
The otter then returned to between the toned legs of the former avian leader, his subject still groaning out his protests in his stupor. The otter enjoyed every moment of Grane's weak protests as he moved his paws to caress the eagle's inner thighs, slowly trailing them up to brush against his bulging speedo and onto his abdomen.
"Well, let's get to work, shall we?" said the otter, shaking off his admiration for the eagle's physique.
The otter snapped his fingers and his two assistants placed some kind of helmet over Grane's head, firmly securing it in place. They then proceeded to connect several wires to it. The helmet completely obscured Grane's view, leaving a few little air holes to supply oxygen through to his beak. The assistants then set to work on the nearby control panel. Pulling a lever. The brainwashing process began.
Grane's helmet, and those of all the other captive avians, were filled with imagery and subliminal messages that slowly reshaped his mind into one of absolute obedience to their new warlord. To complement this, the pleasure centres of their brains were stimulated in conjunction with erotic imagery in order to cause the subjects to associate servitude with pleasure. This resulted in bringing the subjects to orgasm during the process 100% of the time.
Grane was in for a long, pleasurable brainwashing.
The amassed armies of the otters saw the ten avians coming from the island. It was strange for them to see this few divers coming for them. They expected more resistance.
The avians fired their harpoons in the general direction of the otters, sniping a couple of them, a male and female. The avians then swam quickly in the opposite direction. The male and female otter doubled over almost immediately as they were hit, the first casualties of the battle; their speedo and leotard-clad bodies glistening as they took in the last rays of the day. They bucked their hips and clawed at their wounds only to fall in silent defeat after their climax.
A large portion of the otters took off after the avians which shot at their comrades over the sea bed. The more experienced otters did their best to keep their younger and more hot blooded kin from following them. They eventually decided to follow close behind, but more wary knowing this could very well be a trap.
The otters hot on their trail, the bat and his four surviving allies headed straight for Despair Reef, slowly descending to the sea bed as they fired the last of their ammunition into the approaching otters.
Here and there, colourful aquatic plants, anemones and sponges sat on the sea bed, in addition to a few underwater ruins and columns. However, there was an unsettling darkness that came from the many, many sinkholes that dotted the aquatic landscape, descending into blackness. Not to mention the many other areas for large predators to hide away, ready to snatch their prey at a moment's notice.
The speedo-clad bat needed only to get through in one piece. The few numbers of the avians compared to the large quantity of otters in pursuit would likely reduce the avian casualties, ensuring maximum casualties for the otters.
The younger otters zipped between rocks, becoming hard to hit with their natural speed. One otter swam right over a menacingly dark sinkhole only to have his Lycra clad legs grabbed by what looked like tentacles. He screamed out his surprise as he was pulled unceremoniously into the hole. The groaning of the young otter continued as he was caressed by the unknown sea creature. Both of his fins and his mask were seen floating up from the hole along with his entire intact speedo. Otters cautiously peered down in the hole, not seeing what exactly grabbed their teammate, but finally realising this was a trap.
Realising by now the otters were starting to encounter the dangers of Despair Reef, the young bat couldn't help but smile.
Suddenly he felt something latch onto his ankle: a giant crab claw! It was pulling him into a dark expanse under a large rock, no doubt where it would be feasting on him for quite some time. One leotard-clad member of the avian team, a crow, noticed the bat was in trouble and immediately doubled back to assist him. His black feathers glistened in the water as he launched himself towards his helpless comrade.
Being pulled down, the bat couldn't help be grunt and shriek softly as the huge appendage pulled him into the dark alcove, when the young crow slammed into the huge claw, knocking it off of the bat's ankle. However, before they could both flee, the claw took the opportunity to grab at the crow, easily snatching him up and pulling him into the darkness in place of the bat. The frightened bat only let out a soft yelp.
Deciding he couldn't afford to spend any time trying to free the crow, he opted to get the others out while he still could. The bat turned around and continued heading for the beach with his fellow avians, hoping the otters would follow. He felt guilty that he had to leave his ally behind.
Meanwhile, under the dark alcove, the huge crab's giant mandibles opened wide, where even more small, writhing mandibles protruded to seize the young crow by the crotch of his leotard, immediately rubbing him through the royal blue fabric. It took only seconds before the expert stimulation turned him hard inside his swimsuit, moaning as the crab had its way with him.
It was quite obvious to the otters by now that the entire area was one huge feeding pit for the denizens of the reef, but they were too far in to back out now. The large otter army continued through the maze of holes, sand and rock outcroppings, determined to avoid being captured. The older otters shook their heads as the younger ones charged through quickly and fearfully. They had heard rumours about Despair Reef, some having even fought here before. One such older otter recalled the time he was captured by an octopus, trapped for a few days before being let go and retrieved by a patrol. It was a scary experience for him at first but he had come to enjoy the experience and the location during the few battles fought over this reef.
Now over half-way through Despair Reef, the bat and his three remaining comrades took the time to look back, watching as the many inhabitants of the reef came out of hiding due to the heightened activity, slowly dragging away otters down to the darkness below. The bat couldn't help but become hard in his speedo at the sight of young otters being grabbed by various octopus tentacles. It took all his willpower to force himself to look away from the approaching otters as they struggled to safely navigate the treacherous reef in their large numbers, but evidently, it was no easy task and the creatures below were all coming out to play.
Finally bringing himself to turn and face his fellow avians, the bat and his team continued on their way, when a shoal of long eels swam up to a young woodpecker, wrapping him up neatly, then dragging him off into a dark hole in the ground. It all happened so fast, they didn't have any time to even react, their ally snatched away in the blink of an eye by the lightning fast eels.
"Keep moving!" the bat yelled into his mask's radio, urging his fellow avians towards the drop-off of the reef.
Deep beneath the surface, the darkness surrounding the young woodpecker was illuminated by two lights in front of him. All his limbs held firmly in place by the eels, one of them had swirling, glowing eyes! Unthinking, the young woodpecker locked eyes with the eel as it stared at him. Before he knew it, he was unable to look away, lost in some kind of trance. He didn't even moan as the tail of an eel wrapped itself around the crotch of his blue leotard and began rubbing him fiercely. Slowly the eels relaxed their grip and allowed their prey to drift to the sandy ground. All the eels except the one locking eyes with him swam under his leotard, trailing over his sensitive body. One placed its mouth over the young avian's arousal and immediately began consuming his seed. The only light came from the eyes of the eel above him, forcing his mind into contentedness to allow them to do with him as they pleased.
Dotting the sandy ground, large crabs with huge writhing mandibles and massive claws were trailing all over the place. If any of the bat's team were to be taken, it could take days before all these crabs would be able to have their fill, but they couldn't swim up out of the reef or else the otters would surely follow, ruining the plan to reduce their numbers. Under the circumstances, the bat and his team were expendable. All that mattered was taking down as many otters as possible.
Squeals, screams and moans were all coming from the otters as their diver army traversed the reef. Each one caused another otter to not pay attention and become a victim him or herself.
"Dangit! Why don't they just come out and fight?" one of the female otters said as she navigated the space. "I'd rather cum to them than these things!"
Her finned feet kicked in her body hugging skin-suit. Seeing her comrades fall by the wayside made her horny as heck and part of her wanted to join them, but she was focused on one thing: to make a few of the remaining avians cum in their tight leotards and speedos.
Beside her, another female otter in a leotard was swimming with the same determination as her. They came to an area of very large long rock tubes. It was an area even the other creatures avoided. The otter leaned up against one of the rock formations, tired.
This seemed to disturb the creature inside as it raised up half of its body out of the sand beneath and silently wrapped a thick tendril around the her chest, lifting her as her bare legs kicked wildly. The long creature gently squeezed its new victim as she screamed in fright. Other creatures began to emerge as they looked to see what the commotion was about. A nearby eel put its mouth over the trapped girl's groin and began to caress her nether regions with its snake-like tongue. She squealed in frightened delight as she was led past the point of no return as she came for the creatures.
"I'm getting out of here," the other otter girl said, moments before having her left leg become entangled by a smaller long creature.
As she was lifted up, another long eel wrapped itself around her head, blocking her vision. She too was about to become an orgasmic feast.
Wonderfully arousing imagery of scuba divers writhing in pleasure as they climaxed flashed in front of Grane's eyes inside the helmet. He was already hard within the tight confines of his high-cut speedo, tenting the smooth fabric. To make matters worse, the chief technician had placed his hand on the bulge between Grane's legs, gently fondling him through the royal blue material. Grane's moans were muffled, but could still be heard behind the helmet.
"It's a shame this will probably be the only time you'll be here..." said the otter, solemnly, standing between Grane's legs as he stimulated his subject with his paws.
Grane's libido was out of control, his body and mind both begging for more and more pleasure and ultimate release while the screen inside the helmet continued to rearrange his mind into one of absolute obedience to his new warlord. This is how it was for all others who are brainwashed, and other otters were enjoying themselves fondling the speedo and leotard-clad bulges of the avians, some even gossiping and chatting while they worked. While the head otter's attention was focused on pleasuring Grane, some mischievous otters had taken it upon themselves to reprogram one of the other contraptions to program one particular avian with absolute obedience to them as well as their warlord, eager to have their own personal avian slave.
"Mmmmph..." moaned Grane, heavenly ecstasy slowly washing over him as the otter continued to softly massage the eagle's bulge, but with slowly increasing intensity.
"Shhhh..." responded the otter, his voice soothing. "Your reign as a champion of these games is over. Now is the time to relax, let your mind go blank as we change you. Submit to the pleasure..."
Grane was already gently bucking his hips, although the restraints kept his movements to a minimum. The fruits of the otter's labours became evident as a small damp spot appeared on the front of Grane's bulging speedo as the eagle began to profusely leak pre-cum into the confines of the particularly skimpy swimsuit.
"That's right..." continued the otter, feeling the damp spot on the avian's speedo. "Cum for us. Do not resist. Soil your speedo for your new warlord!"
The drop-off! The reef suddenly descended steeply into a shallow underwater desert. In the distance, the sea bed rose where it met the beach.
"Finally! Let's get out of here, guys!" said the bat, relieved to be free from Despair Reef. With only three of them left, he was more than satisfied to know that, if the otters got him, he'd at least cum in the shallow waters or amid the jungle on land, as opposed to the dark tunnels far below where a myriad of creatures hungry for their fluids fed on their prey. All they had to do now was reach the beach and join their defence before the otters could get them.
Turning around, they swam backwards towards the beach, each one bringing out one spare projectile for their harpoons, loading their weapons and preparing to fire at the otters that would likely soon be emerging from the reef. Out here in the open, the avians would be easy targets, so the bat and his team weren't going down without a fight, but the speedo-clad bat still held onto the hope that him and his two teammates might reach land before they fell to the harpoons of the otters.
As the otters began to emerge from the reef, the avians fired, and a skin-suited otter boy was immediately met with a harpoon to his chest. He screamed out as the lance took him in his chest. His Lycra clad legs quivered with the oncoming orgasm he was about to experience as he fall back against the sandy bottom. He at least smiled knowing he wasn't going to become fish food, literally. He bucked his hips and came in the suit with a little of his otter seed filtered through, marking his passing with a small cloud of white as he lost consciousness.
More and more otters began to rise from Despair Reef and saw the retreating enemy divers. A female otter rushed towards them, firing her harpoon gun at one of the avians.
"You fiends!" she yelled.
Noticing the determined otter girl firing at them with her harpoon, the speedo-clad bat twisted his body awkwardly to avoid the incoming projectile, barely grazing his fur as it passed. He suddenly heard the cry of a fellow avian. Turning around, he saw the projectile had hit one of his two allies, an eagle, on his lower abdomen, right below his naval. Without even thinking, the bat rushed towards his friend as the eagle began filling his royal blue leotard with his seed, thrusting his hips in the water. Catching hold of his climaxing friend, the bat continued swimming towards the beach with the eagle in tow, their talons scraping against the sand as they neared the surface of the water.
"I'm not leaving you behind, not after what we've been through!" the bat said into his mask, but his friend was already unconscious.
In moments they arrived on the shore. The other survivor, a pigeon, assisted his team leader in dragging their fallen comrade up the beach. No doubt they didn't have long before the otters came storming up the sands, so they put all their effort into reaching the foliage and underbrush of the jungle. Inside, their fellow avians were waiting with a few piles of ammunition for their harpoons. There weren't too many, but they didn't have many to spare, considering they were all guarding the other beaches as well in the event that the otters never took the bait, but it was still the most well-defended beach.
"They're coming!" yelled one of the avians in the jungle upon seeing the approaching bat and his diminished team.
The avians on duty aimed their harpoons on the water, eager to see some more otters cream their swimsuits. One radioed in the news to the new avian leader, still kneeling at the edge of a cliff further inland.
"Alright, send reinforcements!" the robin yelled into the radio, with the intention of pulling forces from the other beaches to reinforce the one where the bat had come ashore.
The remaining otters began to float near the surface and just a few feet from the beach. Still they had a sizeable army of divers left but the Reef did take a toll on the younger members of their group.
"Alright, some of you are gonna get hit, no doubt about that." said the otter leader. "Just keep going forward till you see some cover and dive behind that. Remember to keep your masks and hoses on because they'll likely have traps which will lead you to more water, safety reasons. Just keep going forward and we'll take the island."
The otters nodded and looked towards the beach. An otter girl was the first to break the surface and put her first fin prints into the sand and was greeted by a harpoon to her chest. She grunted and fell backwards into the water to be taken out to sea by the tide. She humped and gyrated her hips in the open air and began to sink back down in the water. The last thing to be seen of her was her fins and bare legs kicking as she experienced her climax and passed out.
More otters followed onto the beach with a couple more being harpooned to land face first in the sand or sinking back into the water. They rushed forward, seeking any sort of cover and began to fire into the trees, hopefully to get a few hits.
The bat and his two friends had barely reached the safety of the jungle when the first otters began to storm the beach, harpoons firing left and right. Laying their fallen friend down by a palm tree, the bat and his fellow avian turned their attention on the approaching otters, tearing off their masks and fins. Kneeling down behind a few logs and bushes placed here and there, they reloaded their harpoons with ammunition and fired away. The unconscious eagle was still pumping his leotard full of cum, ruining his already strained swimsuit.
Despite the losses of the otters, the avians were still taking a few hits from harpoons fired wildly into the underbrush. It wouldn't be long before they'd have to start retreating towards Dark Pass.
The otters had landed their divers on the beach now and it was tough going towards the tree line. A brave young otter boy took two harpoons as he plodded towards the avians but he fell short of his goal as he fell forward. Turning onto his back, he bucked his hips up and down, climaxing before the horny avians, his skin-suited body performing for them. In a few moments, he simply became a source of cover for his allies.
The otters had enough of this and rushed en masse towards the front line with a couple more otters taking hits and falling.
One speedo-clad otter boy was fighting a jayhawk by the jungle but was pushed down on the ground, his eyes wide behind his mask. The otter's member in his speedo was hard and slightly pushing up the material. The jayhawk was holding the otter down by his arms, making him feel dominated and vulnerable.
"No... not now... not this close to our goal..." he squeaked as he continued fighting the leotard-clad jayhawk.
Upon hearing his pleas, the jayhawk only grinned, quickly moving an arm to retrieve his knife from where he holstered it under the side of his leotard. He was about to slice the knife across the otter's belly when a harpoon struck him square in the chest. Falling forward onto the otter beneath him, he bucked his hips as he climaxed, filling his dry leotard with his warm cum on the sunlit beach. In a few moments, the jayhawk was freed from the waking world as he lay atop his enemy.
"Well, I was lucky that time..." the young otter said as he pushed the bird off of him gently.
The sun was rapidly nearing the horizon and the sky was turning orange. The remaining avians looked up, realising that the time was right to retreat. The darkness, combined with their knowledge of the island's terrain, would add only further difficulty to the cause of the otters.
"Retreat!" yelled an random avian.
Quickly they began to pull back, running deep into the darkening jungle with the moon slowly rising on the opposite side of the horizon from the sun, which would no doubt illuminate the island in its silver light.
Dismayed, the poor bat knew it was unlikely they could have fought off all the otters here. Firing one last harpoon into the otters storming up the beach, he knelt down before the leotard-clad eagle that lay unconscious by the palm tree where he had placed him.
"Sorry, pal. We won't let those otters win!" he said.
Picking up a few more spears of ammunition, the bat rushed off into the jungle, leaving behind their fallen avian comrades, swiftly avoiding the many traps they had lain throughout the foliage.
With the incredibly arousing imagery invading his visual senses, in addition to the blissful massage through his high-cut speedo, Grane's orgasm was only seconds away. A powerful pressure was building up inside him, desperate to let itself free into the slick royal blue fabric as the sadistic otter technician masturbated him.
His mind was swimming with thoughts of devotion to the former enemy warlord. Every last piece of the proud eagle's humiliation of his defeat had whittled away, replaced with an eagerness to serve his new leader.
As the reprogramming of Grane's mind rapidly neared completion, pouring the last pieces of information into him, he could hold it no longer and a massive explosion of intense pleasure washed over him, rising up from his loins. Thick quantities of his seed flew into his skimpy swimwear, immediately noticed by the otter technician as the blue fabric moistened and darkened. A great deal of the thick fluid began to seep through and onto the otter's paw.
"That's right..." he said, urging the eagle on as his climax shattered his strong avian body.
Grane's feathers shook as his muscles tightened, his orgasm draining every bit of energy from him. As his mind went blank, his consciousness drowning in bliss and ecstasy, the brainwashing fully sank in, solidifying his new role as a combatant of the warlord whose divers had defeated him.
Finally his powerful climax had finished. Warm avian cum was dripping onto the floor below, as it was with the other avians strapped into their own contraptions. Four assistants approached and unlatched Grane's helmet, only to discover he had passed out from the sheer pleasure of his ordeal. The assistants quickly removed the restraints and carried him onto a cot that they rolled up against a wall next to other cots, each with spent avians lying atop them, their leotards and speedos utterly soaked.
"Well done, Grane..." said the head technician, walking up to Grane's cot and placing his paw on the eagle's soaked speedo, gently rubbing over it. "I was very impressed with that climax, and I'm sure our warlord will be as well. He's requested your presence in his quarters. He would very much like to play with you himself."
The otter removed his paw from the soaking speedo and ran it up to Grane's abdomen, trailing circles around his belly. He then leaned in to whisper into his ear: "So wake up soon, my sweet eagle. You're not done cumming yet." |
Should have used a Firewall by Dark Violet | 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. Another piece for Guri who once | [
"Cum",
"Deep Throat",
"Electronic",
"Fellatio",
"Feral",
"Gay",
"Homosexual",
"Male",
"Ninetales",
"Oral",
"Orgasm",
"Pokemon",
"Short",
"Short Story"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145009-should-have-used-a-firewall | **Should have used a Firewall**
*\- For Guri*
*100% --- Program transferred successfully:*
"*flamethr\_v2-45\_CRACKED.tm"*
*\> Safe to eject media*
Kyle pushed the button on his PC's tower, and pulled the disc-like Technical Machine out. He took a sharpie, wrote "FLAMETHROWER" on it on the label, and held it up to look at it.
Ah... the wonders of piracy.
He never knew that you could actually transfer TMs that way. And to think, some department stores were selling these things for thousands? Pah....
Kyle shrugged, and went over to a small, plush-looking case on the other side of his small, clothes-strewn apartment. He opened it up - inside, six small, red Pokéballs lay in little recesses.
He took the first one, and weighed it in one hand, the other still holding the bootleg TM. "Well, Quickfang... looks like I've got a gift for ya."
\* \* \*
The day was pleasant. The sky was a vague blue, with gentle wisps of clouds brushed over it. The distant mountains wore their usual teal veil, and the nearby forest was as unobtrusive as it had always been. The main field, with ankle-length grass and a small bunch of trees in one corner, was... nice.
In short - it was another day in Quickfang's Pokéball.
The Ninetales sighed. The artificial surroundings as painfully unreal as they'd always been, but hey, he thought... at least it was alright. His Master didn't have the cleanest of hygiene in the real world (even Quickfang had forgotten the colour of the carpet by now), so even if this place was just a façade for bits of data in some complicated storage device, at least it was\_clean\_bits of data.
His musings were cut short suddenly by an electronic tingling. He frowned from his sitting position by the trees, and looked over at one of the edges of the field.
Above the repetitive dry-stone wall, large, holographic words were hanging in the air.
TECHNICAL MACHINE READY
Quickfang peered at it, walking around to the middle of the field, then trotting towards them. "This should be interesting, at least...." He muttered to himself as the words changed.
*flamethr\_v2-45\_CRACKED*
Developer: ######
Distributer: TMForge.net
Quickfang re-read it a few times. That wasn't right. That wasn't a normal name format... and usually, the Distributor was Devon, or Silph, or something. Dot net? No developer, either? What did....
From below the words, a figure strode out. it was gleaming blue, which seemed to reflect the sunlight as it walked. As Quickfang watched, it walked close, hips swaying back and forth, each step identical to the last as it made its way towards him.
He knew what it was - they came packaged with a few of the TMs these days. It was a Virtual Pokémon Intelligence, or VPI for short. Simple computer programs with limited interactivity, geared towards Pokémon. This one would no-doubt show him how to perform the move.
It approached him steadily, and he looked it over as it finally came to a standstill, about a metre away, standing perfectly straight. It was another Ninetales, identical in size and stature to him. However, instead of fur, the VPI was made of some kind of smooth blue material, which flickered as it walked, lines showing connections between limbs and other parts of the body. The figure was partially see-through at places. There was even a bit of aliasing going on with some of the edges.
He looked at it uncertainly. "Um... h-"
"Ninetales. Name - Quick-fang." It said, cutting him off in a voice so robotic it hurt. "Greetings. I am the Virtual Pokémon Intelligence. I am here to show [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) how t&o le%\*rrrr-r-r-"
The voice grated to a halt, the last few words coming out as little more than barely-intelligible grinding sounds. The VPI's mane flashed with pixelation.
"Hello." It said in a far more normal voice, like a normal human female, with a slight Kanto accent. It sounded like a pre-recorded message. "Thank you for choosing this TM. We here at Mightyena's Den hope that you enjoy our product."
Mightyena's Den? Quickfang eyed the VPI warily. This wasn't normal.
"The lesson will begin now." The VPI continued in that same feminine voice. "Demonstration will begin. First, crouch down."
Quickfang paused, staring over the program. Oh... well, his Master did use it on him, and it's not like this had gone wrong before. Maybe it was just a small glitch.
"Okay then...." he said to himself, and crouched down, his belly brushing against the grass. He looked up at the VPI expectantly.
And that's when he saw the VPI's cock. It was fully erect, dangling between its legs, twitching and gleaming, the same blue as the rest of the body. Quickfang stared at it. That... didn't look like a programming error....
The VPI strode over to him, just as he began to stand back up. A virtual paw pressed between his shoulder blades, forcing him back to the ground. "Hold still and open your mouth." It commanded.
Quickfang gasped, straining against it. Damn! The thing was strong! He squirmed, looking up... and gulped. The cock was now hanging in front of his muzzle. he could see veins on the pale blue surface, and liquid beaded at the tip.
The paw on his shoulder blades shoved again, and he yelped. The VPI thrusted forwards suddenly, and Quickfang reared back as the shaft was driven into his mouth.
Oh Arceus! It didn't taste musky, or fleshy... just... strangely blank. But it wasn't the taste that struck him first - it was the feel of it. The VPI's shaft was fully engorged by the look and feel of it, and that meant big, bulging... his jaws hurt as it was forced past his lips, and he gulped, feeling it being shoved deeper into his muzzle. He pressed his tongue against it, trying to pull back. It wasn't that he didn't like it... it was more... surprise than anything.
"It is highly advised that you keep your mouth wide open." The VPI said instructionally. Quickfang gave a grunt, tugging again, only to receive another thrust that shoved the tip right against the back of his mouth. He fought to stop himself from gagging on it.
"When your partner's cock is at the back of your mouth, you must take a deep breath first." The VPI said. Quickfang made a strangled grunt in response. "This way, you will have the air to continue for as long as possible. Take your breath now."
Quickfang flicked his eyes around. The hell kind of TM was this...? Just as the thought crossed his mind, the practical part of his brain took over hurriedly, and he quickly drew breath.
The VPI drove its hips forwards, and the shaft was driven into his throat. Quickfang leant back, but it wasn't far enough - a paw against his head pushed him forwards again, and he gagged as the shaft sunk deeper inside.
Fuck... it was big! Felt bigger than it had looked, too! Quickfang's eyes were wide, and he stared up at the smooth, featureless underside of the VPI. His throat spasmed, working around the shaft, his paws batting at the grass.
"Be sure to keep your throat tight. If you can, try squeezing your throat from the outside." The VPI was beginning to thrust now... Quickfang made a few strangled grunts, unable to get any more air past it. How odd, he thought, that one would need air in the simulation of a Pokéball...
But that was it, wasn't it? It didn't matter if it was virtual or real. It all \_felt\_real... and this certainly felt real enough to make his eyes water with the exertion, his throat burn as he was fucked by the artificial apparition.
By the time the VPI pulled out, Quickfang was already seeing sparks. He gasped for breath, slumping down on the ground, eyes closing briefly as he tried to get his strength back. *By Arceus... A Deepthroating TM?*
"Now you have learnt the basics of performing, in order to fully prepare you for the experience, you will now feel the effects yourself." The VPI said levelly. Quickfang looked up, just as he was rolled onto his back by one of the program's paws. He yelped, his tails splaying at the indignity. "Hey, what!? I- *Ahhhhhh...!*"
A muzzle was at his crotch... it felt warm, wet... slightly rubbery too, but that didn't detract at all. Insistent licks across the tip of his sheath, over and over again. He looked up, watching as the VPI's cock bounced above his head in time to the movements.
Could he have stopped himself? Probably... this was still his Pokéball, his body... hell, if he wanted, he could probably manage to reject the TM, but....
*Ahhhh....*
Programmed to give pleasure, eh...?
His shaft slipped out quickly, pressing against his fur. He twitched as the VPI lapped at it with long, quick motions, covering it in artificial saliva. He gasped - it felt real enough, anyway. That was real pleasure that slid through him....
"Subject will perform the move himself while it is demonstrated on him." The VPI said, halting in the licking for a few seconds. "It is advised that he is to follow along exactly."
The cock loomed over him. Quickfang stared at it again. "Uhhh... okay...." he muttered, watching it lower towards him.
He opened his mouth more willingly this time, catching it in his maw. He grunted as the VPI did the same, melting as his own cock was suddenly enveloped in that wet, rubbery warmth. It was delightful, and... Gah...!
The VPI shoved its head down, and his shaft pressed past some kind of barrier - and suddenly, it was so \_tight!\_He writhed beneath the program, feeling his shaft twitch. Oh goodness... was this what it was like? Gah - and it was going deeper...!
Suddenly, Quickfang was aware of the VPI shifting it's hips above him. He opened his eyes, and remembered to breath just before the VPI's shaft was forced into his throat. He gagged again, the sheer size overcoming his thoughts for a moment - but oh, it was far more natural this time. He pushed his head forwards, feeling the bulging shaft working down his gullet. He rolled back and forth, feeling as the VPI thrust both its hips and its head down against him, then drew back with both. Over and over again.
A cock in his throat was one thing, but a throat on his cock... gah... the mix of pleasure and exertion oscillated back and forth in his mind. His body shook, writing under the program as it controlled him, hanging over him, doing with him what it wanted.
He orgasmed first - in hindsight, he'd think that maybe this was how it was programmed. He closed his eyes, driving his head willingly against the VPI's crotch as he bucked his hips roughly, rapidly, fucking the throat it was around with a loud whine of delight. Pleasure swam through his mind, and suddenly the feel of a shaft in his throat - it didn't hurt. Hell... it was intoxicating more than anything. He needed more... He drove his head further, his jaws stretching as the knot drove at his lips, large balls resting on his muzzle.
His mind was still full of the pleasure and delight of the orgasm, but Quickfang felt the shaft in his throat well further, bulging out. He felt the hips above him twitch, flexing. He felt every pump of cum as it spurted into his throat, down into his belly. Real, artificial... it didn't matter here. Hell, he didn't care any more. He lay back, pumping the rest of his seed into the VPI, and drinking its own happily.
He didn't even realise the oxygen deprivation until the VPI was pulling out. By then, his vision swirled, and he had to blink as lights flashed before him. He coughed, rolling onto his side, just able to make out the form of the VPI again after a few seconds.
Quickfang licked his lips, breathing slowly as he worked his jaw, trying to get used to it. "Rrrrr... that... was strange...."
"Now." The VPI said, with the same formal forwardness as always. "You have been shown how to perform the move. It is time to practice again on your own."
Quickfang swallowed, staring up. The VPI's shaft was still hard, and now it looked bigger than ever.
"Oh, hell...."
\* \* \*
Kyle strutted out into the concrete quad by his apartment building. Nearby, a few people sat, playing with their Pokémon or just enjoying their company. On the other side of a low wall, a battle was even taking place.
He frowned, pulling out Quickfang's Pokéball. He was beginning to have his doubts... the tutoring procedure seemed to have taken a bit too long. And he swore that wasn't the correct TM number that the webpage had stated. Wasn't that for Rock Polish?
He shrugged in the end, twirled the Pokéball around on one finger, and then pitched it forwards.
Might as well see what Quickfang had learned, anyway.... |
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (11) by Patcher | #11 of A Stranger in Suburbia Valewood awaits... - **[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1148495) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1149591)** **Have a stroll around town.** As you are already dressed, you pocket your | [
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**Have a stroll around town.**
As you are already dressed, you pocket your keys, your coins and, for good measure, your wand.
\_ **1500 crowns** added to inventory.\_
***Apartment key(s)**added to inventory.*
*The streets are occupied by the occasional pedestrian. The breeze dances through the void that keeps them apart, dancing, whispering, caressing you as the clouds part in the horizon. The sun beams down upon you, past the faint mist dancing far above, underneath **the isles in the sky**. The street leads to a busier world, past the **twin obelisks** that separate **haven** from **town**.*
*You have a feeling it's going to be a long day.*
**Enter town.**
Past the obelisks it is a few minutes of wander before you enter town. A **market** lingers close to your apartment buildings, no doubt a strategic placement, while across the street is a **café** , with a sign on which is written \_ **breakfast menu - with complementary newspaper. 27 crowns** \_*.* There is a bus stop five metres away, though absent is its companion. Neighbours of the market and café are a **bookshop** and a **news agency**. The street becomes a crossroad shortly thereafter, where the occasional car passes through this cosy town.
**Get breakfast.**
The café has a few patrons, some who chat idly of **recent rumours** and the **latest news**. The till is manned by a bull, who gives you a curious smile. You order your breakfast menu, the bull gives you your complementary newspaper, and you find a seat.
**Read newspaper while waiting for food.**
The newspaper - named *Valewood Chronicle* - holds the recent activities of its namesake. Of note is that the new semester at **AMA** and **VUST** begins in a week's time; **Hamsterdam** - a crew of rappers - is holding a concert soon, featuring **Ossum Opossum** ; there is an opening for amateur journalists at the **Valewood Chronicle** ; the local quizzing team **Nevermore** qualified for the regional championship and will be attending in three days; the local game store, **The Celephaïs Atlas** , is hiring; and the **Ars Magica Amphitheatre** has once again exploded after a duel went out of control.
The bull brings your breakfast menu as you muse over the various articles. The meal is simple but filling, and when you leave the café, your hunger is sated.
*Paid 27 crowns; new total, 1473.*
*Newspaper added to inventory.*
---
**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. |
The Greys Chapter 9: Loose Ends by hyenafur | #10 of The Greys - Jo and Kody embraced for a long time over the living room table before the hug finally broke. The vixen had finally stopped crying, though her tears had soaked into the shoulder of his shirt. Gently, Jo eased herself back into her chair, composing herself as she looked over at her | [
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Gideon Grey",
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Kody looked at his mother, his real mother, as he slid back into his chair, resting on the edge of the seat as his elbows pressed into his knees. "Mom, I do have a question. What happened to my father," Kody asked curiously, "You said he would reap what he sewed."
The old woman nodded as she leaned back and daintily crossed her legs. "He did," she said with a sigh, "From what I 'member, he caught one a them matin' diseases a year er two after you were born. Dunno how, but I'm gessin' it was from him chasin' girls at the law sk'l his daddy sent him to."
Kody looked at the vixen, "And?"
"Well, yer daddy died in th'ospital. I read th'bitcuary when it hit the papers. All thay err said was he'd c'ntracted a ver-nurr-ee-ull disease and had some complications, dunno what he'd stuck his pecker inta tha'd cause that," Jo continued. The vixen was rather nonchalant about his death, not even attempting to sound sad at all, "He got wut was cumin t'im."
The tod just nodded his head. From the story, his father did sound like an ass, but he wasn't entirely sure if that was true justice. He'd half expected the story to end with his father knocking someone up and being forced to marry them, but this ending made sure that he wouldn't have any other siblings to attempt to connect with.
"AIV," Kody told his mother. "It sounds like he contracted AIV."
Jo blinked a few times as she heard him tell her exactly what his daddy'd contracted. "AIV? In't that th' hoe-moe disease," she asked. The tod just shook his head. He knew his mother was probably thinking in a different era, but it wasn't really her fault. "No, mom, it's not the homo disease," Kody replied as he leaned back into his chair, "no one's called it that for a long time, especially since it affects everyone, not just the LGBT community."
The vixen just nodded her head, "Oh."
There was another long, awkward pause in the room as everyone looked at each other. The cards had been placed on the table, but no one was sure what to do next nor the game they were playing. The four foxes just looked at one another, waiting for someone to break the silence.
Luckily Jeane finally said something. "So... Kody... err... what do you want us to call ya?"
"Kody's fine. I'm still trying to get used to it myself," he said as he gave his mother a smile before looking at his aunt. The vixen gave her nephew a nod, "Allright. Kody it is then. So Kody, what do ya do fer a livin'?"
Jo thought about answering, but Kody answered first, "I'm a pilot."
"Ya mean like them aero-planes," Gideon asked as he looked over at his cousin. The other tod smiled warmly, "Yeah. I fly airplanes. In the Air Force."
"Never thought they'd let a fox in th'Air Force, then 'gain, never thought they'd let a bunny be a cop," his cousin said in surprise.
"GIDEON," Jeane snarled at her son, making the hefty fox press his ears to the back of his head. Kody just brushed it off, "I'm not the only fox, but yeah, it wasn't easy getting in."
Jo smiled as she looked over at her sister-in-law, "He's also a college gradiate, like his momma."
The tod smiled, "Sure am, though, I didn't go to Z.U. I went to a different school."
"Oh? Where'd ya go," Gideon asked. He'd thought about taking a culinary course at the college over in Wolfsburgh, but he was genuinely curious about his new cousin.
"Grizzly State College over in Bering," Kody answered with a smile.
"Iddn't that a mostly burr school," Jeane inquired.
"Yes, ma'am, but I got a minority scholarship there. That and my Military Service Bill covered almost everything," the tod responded, but he was only bombarded by more questions from his aunt and cousin.
"Where ya flying out of," Gideon queried.
"Bout two hours away over at Mammoth River," Kody said as he sat back in his chair, but his aunt immediately asked him, "What did ya do before th'Air Force?"
"Army."
Gideon blinked, "Hell, looks like us Greys got us 'nother gen-you-ine war he-roe in th'family, like granpappy 'n great granpappy."
Kody just laughed, "I guess so."
"Ya gots any plans for the rest of the day, Kody," Jeane asked with a warm smile. The tod just shook his head, "No ma'am."
The vixen looked at her sister-in-law then over at her own son, "Gideon. How bout you take cousin Kody up int'town. Introduce him to some'a yer friends."
Gideon scratched the back of his head, "Sure thing, ma." He looked over at his cousin, "Ya wanna take both our cars er?"
Kody chuckled, "We can take both our cars. I'll follow you there." |
Belonging - Fable Pt. 1 by Fableye | #6 of Plaisir - Fable woke slowly, the outline of her room coming into a dull focus, tinted by the green haze of her peridot eyes. She yawned, forcing herself to sit up as her hands ran over the surface of her body. No wounds. No cuts. No holes. Only her emerald gem embedded in her | [
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"Gender Shifting",
"Hate",
"Pain",
"Reincarnation",
"Snuggles"
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Not that she really needed to sleep. One of the perks of not being alive was not needing things that kept others alive. Things like food, water, or sleep, were unnecessary to her - she never found she really *desired* these things... except for shelter, for comfort, but they were still pleasant to her to indulge, in the same way one might smoke or drink. She couldn't die again, after all. What would she even become if she did? What *did* a ghost's ghost look like? Questions like these always rattled around in her head after waking. Seemed to be the only time of the day her head was really clear, before the realities of who she was and where she was sunk in. Sleep was a convenient way to stay on the world's schedule, and came with the added bonus of escaping the little problems of existence for a few hours.
The worst part for her, though, were the dreams. Or, really, the one dream. Every night, playing in her head for the duration of her slumber, she would see the same scene, feel the same feelings, smell the same smells. The last hour or so of her life, before it was snuffed out due to sustained injuries. When she'd risen, she'd found some information on her old life, a name, what she used to do, and the fact that she was a trainer pokemon. In the morning rattle of her ideas, she wondered if today was the day she should call him. To reach out, and make herself known to him. It'd been almost fifteen years though. Would he remember? Would he even care?
The thoughts added to the droning that slowly started to clutter the dark ghost's mind as it filled with tricks, pranks, taunts and other things she could do to spread her own particular brand of fun to Cafe Plaisir, the brothel she'd recently taken up residence in as a client. She grabbed her necklace from the nightstand - a small cat's eye marble, yellow, with a red and purple swirl along the center hung at the end of a clasped string. She slid it on, watching it twinkle gently, reacting to her natural energy, as the small orb of Sablenite touched her. She always felt better having it on - you never knew when you needed a wall in a pinch.
Her ace firmly attached to her neck, she reached out and grabbed a sheet of paper that the necklace had been sitting on and unfolded it. Tattered and yellowed from age, and with some repairs made with pen over the years, Fable looked once again at the information for her old trainer. He'd been in his early 30's when she'd died, putting him in his mid 40's by now. She read over the words, as if she didn't know them by heart at this point.
*Original Trainer: Seth F. Wyss Originally From: Quilcene, WA Age: 31 Sex: M Trainer ID No. 055079 Trainer Rank: 6-2 Pro2Creation Employee ID: 0001221920339 Military ID: URAR-20905507K*
\_ \_
There was other information - a short blurb about how upstanding a citizen he is and some other general stuff - the sort of details one might find in a fluffy newsprint piece. Nothing that really mattered, at least not to the Sableye at this time, except one little detail on the bottom of the page. This is the part Fable had wanted to look at. She looked at the ten digit string on the bottom of the page. Who knew three little letters and ten numbers on a yellowed piece of paper could give someone like Fable so much pause.
*Tel: 360-765-0640*
She'd lost track of how many times she'd stared at that number, or how many hours she'd spent wondering if she should call. As much as she loved her Sablenite, it couldn't protect her from whatever was on the line. That number held so much, and yet, so little. It could very well be the key to who she is... well, was. But she'd died. That life was over. She'd started a new one, with new friends, new enemies, new perks and new challenges. What did she have to gain going back to her old life? She honestly didn't know - she couldn't remember what that life had been like.
Death was funny like that. Without a mind to store memories in, they got twisted away. They became mere feelings, things that inhabited the spirit as it took its form. All that was left of her old life was the pain that'd pushed her into unlife at all; pain which formed a knot at the core of her being that she didn't know how to resolve. Maybe this number could resolve it? Maybe having it resolved would let her move on. But... did she want to move on? She was happy where she was - living it up in her afterlife. No need to fight, no need to struggle, had a good job and valuable gems just sticking out of her body - enough to allow her the penthouse suite at Cafe Plaisir, a place that was not exactly *cheap*, for an extended amount of time. All in all, given what her dream was like, this was a step up. Hell, maybe she'd died and was just in heaven, or ITEM, or the Distortion World, or whatever other afterlife some of those crazy religions claimed.
Still, what was there to lose by calling the number? She didn't know if he was even *alive* anymore, let alone if he'd remember her. He may not pick up at all, even if he wasn't dead. It at least couldn't *hurt*. Maybe he'd care. Maybe he'd want her back. Maybe he'd want to raise her, if he was still training... He was getting a little older now, but that didn't stop some of the higher ranked trainers. But did she want to fight? Did she *want* a trainer? She had a happy unlife. Would it be worth throwing it all away?
Fable shook the assorted doubts and confusions from her head, bringing peace to her internal monologue, and cast around the room. For all its opulence and splendor, she didn't feel any better for being in here. Maybe she needed a bath in the jacuzzi. Maybe she needed to go take a walk. Maybe she needed to go and torment a particular security Espeon. Maybe she needed to go do \_literally\_anything else than worry about a life that wasn't hers.
But it was. *Was.* But hers all the same.
Her eyes locked on the room's phone, and her hand hypnotically lifting the receiver from the hook. She read the directions and with a steeling breath, she began to slowly punch the numbers, and put the phone to her ear...
*Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ri...*
\_ \_
\_ "Hello?"\_ came the voice from the line. It sounded like a man.
...Fable held the receiver to her ear, not even knowing what to say.
*"Hello?"* the voice called again. "*Is there someone there?"*
\_ \_
\_ \_ "H...hello?" Fable squeaked out in reply. Her free hand clutched her gem - it couldn't protect her from the conversation, but it did make her feel more safe. Nothing like a giant wall...
"*Hello!*" The voice said, sounding more cheerful with a response.
"Is... is Seth Wyss there?"
"*In the flesh, missy! Sorry, I don't recognize this number, who are you?*"
"F-fable."
"*Fable? Well, what can I do for you today, Miss Fable?*"
Fable held the line. She didn't know how to say this. It sounded crazy in her head. *Hi, i'm your dead pokemon calling you from beyond the grave to ask you about my old life.* Her mind raced, thinking of how to put it, how to ask it, what to even *say*. Finally, she had a thought.
"Mr. Wyss... Do you mind if I call you Seth?"
"*Not at all."*
"Seth, I'm calling on behalf of Pro2Creation, I'm one of the consultants here, and I see that one pokemon registered to you hasn't been active in some time. Is that pokemon still available for breeding service?"
The line was quiet for a while. Fable held her breath, before realizing she was a ghost, and didn't need to breathe.
"*I thought I filed that paperwork a decade ago. No, sorry. Nyem... well, he died back during the Liberation. I'm no longer affiliated with your group. I retired a few years ago. It just doesn't make sense in this world we live in, not like it used to.*"
Fable wanted to ask so many questions. Nyem was in the Liberation? Her memories were dying on some battlefield during the Liberation... Also, *he?\_Did Seth just say \_he?*
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Seth. Just one more question: did you say Nyem was male?"
"*...Yes, he was. Gallade. Strong, fast, smart. Raised 'im myself from a Ralts."*
\_ \_
\_ \_ Maybe it was time to drop the charade. These questions *needed* to be asked.
"Seth, sir. I... I'm a Sableye."
"*I don't see how that matters, but what's a pokemon like you doing working for Pro2 anyway?"*
\_ \_
\_ \_ "Well... Sableye are ghost pokemon. We come from the unresolved emotions from the dead. When I woke up, I found a package from Pro2, saying that I was Nyem... or Nyem is me, I guess, and offering me work... It also came with information on you."
"*I was wondering how you got this number. Not many have it. But I'm sorry Miss Fable, but I don't think you can be Nyem's ghost."*
\_ \_
\_ \_ Admittedly, this was not the answer she expected. "Why not?"
"*Well, he's male for one thing. You sound clearly female. He also died in the liberation fifteen years ago. If you are his ghost, you should have contacting me a lot sooner. I asked him to give me a sign I don't know how many times back then."*
Fable's face grew a nervous expression. "I...'ve had the number for almost fifteen years now. I don't know why I never called you sooner. Fear, I guess."
"*You guess. A ghost, afraid! That's rich! Nyem was never afraid of anything, even his death, and you can't even make a phone call a decade later. No missy, you can't be Nyem.*" His voice sounded... derisive wasn't the right word. A tempered patience that was starting to crack.
"I have his ball." Fable said simply in response.
"*What."* The voice was sharp, and sounded incredulous. And mad.
\_ \_
\_ \_ "His ball. Heavily damaged quick ball?"
"*I don't know about heavily damaged, but it's true, I did lose the ball he was in. I recalled him while he was dying, but... I saw the ball's light go from red to black. I knew what had happened. I lost track of the ball coming back home. How it got into your hands is nothing short of a miracle. Is he still in it?"* The sharpness seemed to fade a bit. He almost sounded... excited?
\_ \_
\_ \_ "I-i don't know." she stammered
"*Why not?"*
"I never opened it."
"*So how do you know it's his?"* Seth demanded
"Because it came with the letter telling me I was him, and giving me your contact information." she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Seth seemed to be considering this. "*So, you say you're Nyem, a psychic/fighting type of the male-only species Gallade, reincarnated as a dark/ghost female Sableye named Fable."*
\_ \_
\_ \_ The truth was stranger than fiction. "Yes, that's correct."
"*And you believe this because Pro2 gave you a letter with a ball you've never opened and assume contains what you believe to be your own corpse, and tells you who you are and who I am?"* Seth continued, as if trying to get his bearings on the situation.
\_ \_
\_ \_ Again, Fable confirmed.
"*I thought you guys were low before. I may have opposed the Liberation back then, but I've changed. The Liberation happened, and now I support my pokemon as equals, not as tools or pets, like you all clearly continue to. You're selling **children** for profit, genetically engineering them. You and your whole organization makes me sick that I was **ever** associated with you. Now, fifteen years later, you call me up, claiming to be some ghost, reincarnated version of Nyem to hurt me. I've made peace that I can't apologize for what I did to him or what he did for me, but I don't need you assholes calling me up and trying to use it to twist the blade all these years later. Never call me again, ever. If I have to hear from you again, Miss 'Fable', if that is your real name, then I will find you and unleash the full hell of an E-1 leader on you. Do you understand me?"* Fury oozed into his voice. He practically screamed at her by the time they were done.
\_ \_
\_ \_ Fable said nothing. Seth had told her a lot, and had also threatened her a lot. Even her prospects of being unkillable didn't seem to be reinforcing her ego, like it usually did when someone threatened her. She felt small, scared and alone listening to the man she thought had been her trainer before unleashed his salvos of furious anger upon her.
" ***Do I make myself clear, miss.***"
"Y...yes, sir. Th...th-hank you for your time. I... I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day."
"*Rot in hell.*" Seth replied, the phone connecting harshly with a hook on his end.
Fable sat for a moment, phone held to her ear with a paralyzed shock. She didn't even notice it was there until the friendly voice on the phone started telling her how to make a call. She slowly, absently, returned the phone to the hook, letting her conversation with Seth sink into her. It was a lot to digest.
She needed someone to talk to, and she needed something to take some of the edge off. Maybe someone who could do both, and she knew just where to find someone like that.
Fable sat for a while, staring blankly. Seth's word rang loud in her ears, rattling around within her as they landed. Each time they connected, they burned a part of her mind. She hadn't considered the implications of the work she had been doing up to this point - everyone had always seemed appreciative of the knowledge she'd provided and the services she'd offered, it never occurred to her to think twice about the morality of the employment she had. It was a lot to think about this... what time was it anyway?
Her room's alarm clock helpfully informed her that it was just after 1 PM. She didn't know when she'd woken up, but it had felt like an eternity had passed since then. The number she'd held for so long, the paper she'd taken so much care to maintain and keep track of. To repair and keep close to her. The one link she had to who she'd once been. After all these years of working up courage. She unfolded the paper, staring at that number like she had for countless hours before wondering what she'd done, or what she'd said that'd prompted him like that.
Like she didn't already know.
Seth had reacted the way she'd always feared he would. He wouldn't believe her, and he'd attack her. After all, she was dragging up the memory of his precious dead partner, who, for all he'd known was dead, buried, lost and gone forever. Then some person calls you up *fifteen years later*? She admitted, she could have handled it better.
Fable finally pushed her way to her feet, letting out a heavy sigh as she felt gravity return to her body. The weight of her own body seemed alien to her, and the world seemed like some sort of waking nightmare as she got her bearings. *The basement. That's where the staff quarters are.* She thought. *I'm a paying guest, and I need some company right now. Let's go find some.*
Instead of slipping down through the shadows like she normally would, she opted to take the long way down. She left her room and took a left to get to the elevator. When she got inside the small room, she pushed the button for the Ground Floor before looking around and smiling as the door closed. There was still a stain on the ground. Barely perceptible, but there all the same. A reminder of a very pleasant encounter, and a reminder of who she *really* wanted to see.
The waiters of the day shift seemed to be taking their place on the floor, with the morning crew parting ways from an austere looking grovyle, some heading to the staff areas, others seemingly making their ways to the door. Apparently not all the staff lived here. Weird. She thought that all the staff just made their homes in the basement. But she knew where she needed to be was in the staff area, and last she checked, she wasn't staff.
She did, however, recognize a large, *very* red ninetales she knew to be an employee. Mostly due to her deciding that big, red waitstaff were good things to pick on in an attempt to get a rise out of them. To date, she'd gotten a few idle threats and promises under his breath, but he had yet to make good on them. Today, though, she wasn't in the mood to pick on him. But he was going towards the staff area, and he *did* have a large, impressive shadow.
She grinned, making sure no one was looking as her body began to liquefy. She dripped away at her edges, slowly losing definition as she seemed to drain into a shadowy grate in the floor, until she was completely gone, vanished into the shadows. She could still see clearly, and found a way to her target - the big red ninetales. Shadows were everywhere. She slid around the wall until she reached the corner, waiting for her crimson bus to walk past.
As soon as he did, she merged in with his shadow, following him through the winding halls to the staff area, then through another two hallways and a flight of stairs to the basement, where the staff rooms were. The Ninetales came to a stop outside one of the first rooms and opened the door. Fable decided that it was now time for them to part ways, even if he hadn't known she was there, per-se. She broke off his shadow, moving to the nearby wall as he made his way into his room, and shut the door behind him. Fable stepped forward out of the shadow; no one else seemed to be around right now, and she could get a more clear look at the world around her, without the twinge of shadows that often got in the way when she was lurking in them.
"October" read a sign that hung on the door. At least the rooms were *marked*. Otherwise this would have been impossible. The basement of the cafe was nothing like the well-laid out areas above it, where everything appeared to be designed to appeal to the various senses. Down here was more poorly maintained, and showed less care. Almost as if the staff's living quarters were more a necessary afterthought than someplace truly planned. Something about the area just felt... off to her. Like she was in some dingy hotel or old apartment building. Still, she wasn't about to be deterred. She knew where she had to go.
Well, in theory. She wandered around the hallways, looking at the doors, trying to make it look like she knew where she was going, and that she belonged down here. There we a surprisingly large number of rooms down here. After a few minutes of wandering the hallways, looking for "an empty room," she found her way to one in particular. There was a name hung on the door. "Varalen". She liquefied once more, melting away into shadows as if through some ethereal drain, and slipped under the door.
Fable didn't know what had possessed her to come here. It was stupid. What she was doing wasn't just some kind of prank or harmless fun. She was breaking and entering the room of a security guard. Well, not so much breaking, mostly just the entering. She didn't know why she couldn't have waited until later - the Espeon was curled up in bed, still sleeping peacefully. She paused for a moment. Maybe she should just leave. She'd caused enough trouble today from pursuing things she'd wanted. Besides, she didn't want to get another Dazzling Gleam to the face. Last time he'd done that, she wasn't able to slip away for a while. If she woke him up, and he did that to her again, she'd be stuck here for a while. She weighed her options, then let out a quiet sigh.
It was worth the risk. She slowly, gently crawled into his bed and wrapped her arms around him like a big thistle-colored stuffed animal. That was twice her size. And was breathing. And was warm. It made her feel a little better to hug the Espeon, even if she didn't know him all that well. He was the only one she'd really had any meaningful interaction with yet, and with everything that had happened to her today, he was probably the friendliest face she had. She tried not to think about how sad that was as she tried to get another shot at sleep. She may not need it, but she really wanted to try and take another shot at the day.
Some time later, Fable was awoken. It wasn't a gentle sort of nudge awake. It was more getting blasted by Dazzling Gleam against the wall while a very irritated, slightly blushing Espeon stared you down sort of awake. She instinctively grabbed her glittering gem and, with a rainbow wave, she was brought to a stop by the big, heavy gem that emerged from her chest. Not a good restart to her day. Locked in a standoff with the companion she'd sought out for comfort.
Sleep started to wear off, and slowly the Espeon seemed to recognize who she was. It took him a minute to parse her though her mostly transparent gem. It was a very interesting experience watching Vara's face run a full gamut of emotions. Starting from shock and anger to seeing her here, in his room, in his\_bed\_, to fear and remorse for *attacking a paying customer*, to happiness at seeing *which* paying customer it had been, before flicking back to fear and remorse for having hit *her* of all people. Eventually he seemed to settle.
"Fable...? What are you doing down here?" The Espeon finally asked, sounding incredibly groggy.
"I had a rough morning, to put it lightly." she responded, voice shakily dripping with frustration and fear.
"That doesn't give you permission to come into my room without asking." He said, sounding a lot less harsh, more just flustered.
"I... know. I know. I should have called, or asked, or even just *knocked*. After everything that happened, I just wanted to be near a friendly face." She recognized the irony in that his face was not looking very friendly, but a mix of emotions, none of which struck her as overly friendly. "Here, please... just... let me explain."
So she explained what had happened that morning. Vara watched her, his expression swiftly growing more despondent as she explained the letter, the ball, and her dreams. Then she started talking about her call with Seth, still holding her gem up between them in case the Espeon wanted to take another shot. Instead, he got up, crossed to her, and pulled her into as good a hug as he could, embracing the imp tightly.
"I'm sorry you've had such a rough day so far." Vara said, quietly, when Fable finally stopped.
"Hey, bad days happen. That's just life. Or unlife, as it is." She let out a small, hesitant laugh, which made Vara hug her tighter. She let the gem fall over with a heavy thud, before it shrunk back down and returned to her body, as she hugged him tightly back.
It was fortunate for Fable that ghosts didn't cry. When your eyes were made of gem, it was very hard to make tears. That didn't stop her from feeling sad, nor did it prevent Vara's hug from making her feel better, at least in a small way.
"How rude of him. If you're really Nyem's ghost, he should treat you better..."
"Well..." Fable started, "I don't know if I am. I think I am, but all I have to go on is the letter I got from Pro2, the breeding manual, and the ball."
"What's in the ball?"
"I don't know."
"Like, you didn't recognize it?"
"No, I never opened it at all." Fable said.
Vara was quiet for a while, considering. "You've had it fifteen years and never opened it?"
"Well, yeah. I don't know what's in it. But I can't go in."
"Well, it's either broken or occupied." He said with a small frown. "Though I don't know which is worse."
"Tell me about it." Fable laughed.
She didn't know why, but Vara smiled broadly, seeming to enjoy her laughter. He decided to change the subject before the conversation went further on about the ball.
"It doesn't matter."
"What, the ball?" she asked, curiously.
"The ball, the contents, the letter, the manual, *none**of it* matters."
"How's that?" She asked again, really wondering where he was going with this.
"Well, you've never been in the ball, right?"
"Well, no..."
"And have you ever met Seth?"
"Not really, but..."
"Are you Nyem?"
"What?"
"It's a simple question. Are you Nyem?"
"Well, no. I'm Fab..."
"Exactly!" Vara said, cheerfully, giving her another squeeze. "You're Fable, not Nyem. Whatever Nyem did and whoever Nyem was doesn't matter. His life and your life are two *vastly* different things, and it sounds like you're better off for it."
Fable considered this. Why did she care so much about who she used to be? Why did it matter at all? Vara was right. She'd been so stupid, chasing the ghosts of her old life, when she *was* the ghost of her own life. Except she had a new unlife, a second chance of sorts. She didn't need to spend it haunting or hurting or sorting out the problems Nyem might have had.
It was true. How had she forgotten that she had her own life now? Why had she even cared what her old life had contained? It wasn't like she became any less herself just because some old trainer on a piece of paper thought she was lying. It didn't make her any less herself because one potential route to her past was closed, should she ever want to actually learn more about who she once was. Sometimes, it seemed, everyone needed a reminder for things they already knew.
She squeezed Vara tightly. "Thank you." She said. "...thank you." She repeated, too overwhelmed by possibilities her life now presented to her. To think, it took death to make her start living...
"You're welcome." Vara said with a happy smile, looking incredibly pleased. "You know... I don't have to be upstairs for a while yet. If... you... uh, wanted to get more sleep..."
She watched him start to blush slightly, before interrupting him and nodding. "Yes, I'd like that, let's go back to bed." She sounded a little tired herself, and appreciative of his talking to her. She was inclined to get a little more affection in before either of them had to go anywhere.
"Bwrf..." He squeaked as he slipped back into bed, followed shortly by the imp. After a small amount of maneuvering, the pair embraced. She snuggled gently into him, sighing gently. She was glad she'd come down here. It'd had been a long day, and the end of a long life. But with a new lease on life, she could comfortably say, at least when she woke up, that her spirits had definitely been raised. |
New Life Pt. 2 Shower 1 by pop5on22 | The next morning the prison was woken up at 5:15AM. Being a low security prison the inmates were allowed to wander there specific cell block until 6AM to shower, make phone calls, or visit the inmates only available store. Some used that time to mingle with other inmates but with it being the only | [
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"Hyena",
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"Pop5on22",
"Prison",
"Rat",
"Story",
"Story Progression",
"Tiger",
"Violence"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145077-new-life-pt-2-shower-1 | The next morning the prison was woken up at 5:15AM. Being a low security prison the inmates were allowed to wander there specific cell block until 6AM to shower, make phone calls, or visit the inmates only available store. Some used that time to mingle with other inmates but with it being the only time the showers were open most didn't feel like conversation.
I think its important to point out that while Juke Durham might have been a low security prison it was still by any other standard a serious place. Low security simply meant there weren't any fancy cameras and there were even fewer guards as. That's why they had so many cell blocks starting from A all the way to Z . Each cell block was at the most 50 inmates.
Going to shower with 50 other people was a concept harder to get past than most might think. It doesn't matter how much of a tough guy you are , if your gay or straight, or whatever. You have to force yourself to strip down and go into a large open space with other men who you know have been convicted of rape and murder. Just stepping into that shower room alone is enough to make you piss yourself , but you know that won't help. I tried to avoid showering but Frank wouldn't have it. He said the last guy he shared a cell with had no hygiene and he wasn't about to deal with someone else who wouldn't wash their ass.
I remember having to walk naked from my cell to the showers. Frank told me I could take my clothes but I cant take them in the showers which meant having to leave them outside the door, an easy way to have my clothes stolen.
The cold air catches you off guard at every step. The cold ground under my paw pads was excruciating. But what made that walk take forever are the eyes that watched me . They knew I was new to the system by my every action. Covering myself up to hide my manhood let them know I hadn't adjusted yet. How I walked with a shiver in my step told them that I wasn't used to the cold . Even my eyes watching them look at me told them that I was afraid of what they might do to me. I was fresh meat to them and the only question was who would jump out at me first and make me cower in the corner of a wall.
My walk was nearing its goal . Just a mere foot step from the showers I was stopped dead in my tracks by two inmates. A large bull who seemed to be on edge his face kept a killers smile and his hands were always popping his knuckles. And then there was a hyena, he wasn't large , actually he was rather slender ,but he gave off a sense of confidence in his power by how as he spoke he touched my face and body to no end. The two seemed to complement one another, the bulls menacing size made him a clear and visible threat while the mannerisms of the hyena spoke volumes as to what he could do to you. The bull was up front while the hyena toyed with you.
Box- well what do we have here
Those words came slithering from the Hyenas lips as if they were dripping intense intent.
Ravage- Looks like the block has some new equipment
Box- now Ravage you know what the guards said , no using inmates as punching bags
They spoke as if I weren't standing right there.
Box- whats your name
I mumbled and could hardly get a word out as he was had a hand on my shoulder and started running it down my body.
Michael- I'm Michael
Box- Michael, that's a nice name , soft name , sweet name , and it fits such a soft plush thing like yourself
Ravage- let me take him to our cell Box , I'll break him in before breakfast
Box- now now Ravage were all here for a long time no need to rush into the fun it'll happen when it happens, Im sure Michael here wants to get to his shower
His hand pried away my own from my crotch , he didn't even look down he just got off to making me feel uncomfortable.
Box- we can all have some fun later on today when we go to the yard , maybe even some fun that wont leave the new inmate in a pool of blood
He finally retracted his hands from my body and they stepped to the side letting me go into the showers.
Box- we'll see you in the yard , we have much to discuss Michael
After that unwelcome welcome It was easy to shower. Sure I still thought about all the guys around me who could be real danger but after being confronted by a now sure danger relief may be a stretch but it fits well enough. |
Otherworldly Pleasures - Part II by Sans55 | At long last, the next part of Otherworldly Pleasures! Now some of you may be wondering why I'm uploading Part II again, but this isn't actually Part II. I decided to merge Part II with Part I and instead upload Part III as Part II. Not too confusing, I hope? Anyway, join Tad, cousin of Tag from | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150773-otherworldly-pleasures-part-ii | Peace and silence. I float aimlessly in the clear liquid of the stasis tank, suspended where I am by two straps under my arms. It's comfortable... hauntingly comfortable. I could float here forever, feeling warm, safe and secure. The cryo fluid cycles through me, flowing down my throat and constantly being excreted back into the tube, providing me all the chemicals needed to sustain my body on its way down to my bladder.
I am a green-scaled lizard with a yellow belly, a Corporal in the colony fleet of the Reptilian Empire. Like my cousin, who was a well-known commando in the military, I possess a slender and athletic frame, perfect for a scout such as me. I am wearing only a high-cut black speedo, standard-issue under-armour also in stasis.
Considering I've been sleeping in this stasis tank for a thirteen-year journey, I expect my cousin is probably a renowned general by now.
I slowly open my tired eyes in the clear liquid as the change in the chemical composition of the tube brings me to wakefulness. It feels so pleasant to just float here in the warm fluid, lazily sleeping away the years that pass. To my dismay, the liquid begins to drain. A few minutes pass as the tube empties and I urinate out the last of the cryo fluid as it drains completely from the tube and from me. I continue to hang from the straps wrapped around my chest as the glass tube slides down, exposing me to the tool air of the cryo compartment.
The straps lower me to the ground and unwind from around me. With wobbly legs, I step out of the tank. After performing a few simple stretches and letting my scales dry off, I look around and notice no one else in the compartment. The other tanks are already open, but I expected to see my awakening crewmates.
When my limbs feel strong again, I walk over to the wall and turn on the intercom to the bridge.
"Come in, bridge. This is cryo bay 04. Please respond..." I say.
I try again several times over the course of a few minutes. I eventually give up and decide to go looking for answers, turning away from the intercom and heading to the main exit. The large mechanical door opens by itself as I approach, still clad only in my black speedo. I slowly trudge down the metal hallway, keeping my ears open for any sounds. I hear only the creaking of metal in the distance.
I turn right at an intersection and I'm startled by what I see: The corridor is dripping with some kind of green slime that seems to be all over the place, especially the walls. Slowly but cautiously, I begin to move down the hallway, briefly turning around to see the same sight down the other corridor as well. I take care to watch where I step, being sure to avoid stepping in the slime.
A few minutes pass as I slowly traverse the long hallway, suddenly stopping when I encounter a frightening sight: In an alcove on the wall to my right is a fellow crewmember, a lizard strapped to the wall by a mass of writhing tentacles extending from a ventilation shaft. His eyes closed, he is also wearing nothing more than a speedo, so I assume this couldn't have happened too long after he awoke from stasis. With many tentacles wrapped around him, one tentacle seems to have forced itself down his throat, while another has latched itself onto the front of his speedo, where a variety of slurping sounds were originating. Taking a look around, I notice several other crewmembers in similar situations, each of them restrained by a mass of tentacles protruding from ventilation shafts, each of them with a tentacle in their throats and at the crotches of their speedo or leotard under-armour.
Seeing that they are still breathing, I decide I better not intervene for fear of finding myself in the same situation, and so I continue on down the hallway. I only hope that whatever's going on isn't as bad as it looks, and that it can be fixed.
As I near the next cryo bay, I encounter various other crewmembers, all in the same situation. Most likely they were all only leaving the cryo bay when this happened to them.
I arrive at cryo bay 01. The door opens and I see that several crewmembers are still in stasis, but upon closer inspection, I realise the liquid in the stasis tanks has been tainted a greenish colour and each of the occupants has some kind of large tentacled creature clinging to them at the pelvis. The creatures seem to have randomly grown tendrils over the bodies of their hosts and against the glass of the tanks. Each of the crewmembers inside is gently twitching and occasionally bucking their hips. I conclude that they are being forced to orgasm excessively for unknown reasons. Perhaps the creatures are consuming their fluids?
I decide to head for the bridge, so I force myself to turn away from the somewhat arousing sight of the climaxing crewmembers and continue heading down the corridor.
After a few more minutes of wading through corridors of goo and trapped crewmembers, I suddenly stop when a burst of yellow gas erupts from above me, bathing me in a strange scent. I suddenly feel my libido somehow increasing. I conclude that the gas contains some kind of pheromone that serves to heighten my arousal. I reach a scaly hand down to gently stroke the front of my bulging speedo, my member growing harder with every passing moment. I cannot help but stimulate myself through the fabric.
I suddenly notice something else tickling my bulge from underneath. Breathing heavily, I look down and notice the tip of a slimy tentacle rubbing against the underside of my speedo. I dare not deny that I enjoy it immensely, and the pheromones tell me to fall to my knees and let it have its way, so I do. My weakening legs crumble beneath me and my knees squelch into the slimy floor. The tentacle wraps itself around my bulge and expertly gropes and massages me. I move my arms away to let it do with me as it pleases.
A few minutes pass as the tentacle continues to masturbate me through the smooth black fabric. I close my eyes as pre-cum pours into my skimpy attire, only to suddenly open them when I feel another tentacle slide around my right wrist, then another around my left. I quickly stand up, but that doesn't stop the tentacle around my bulge from continuing to work me rapidly towards the edge. Another spurt of pheromones comes from above, bathing me in even greater arousal than before. The tentacles around my arms lift my limbs into the air, leaving me spread-eagle in the middle of the steamy hallway.
After a few moments of the continued pleasure, I hear slithering coming from behind me. Turning my head, I manage to see two more tentacles sliding out of the grating on the floor, heading for my ankles. I realise that if they get a hold of my legs, I'll never be able to escape from these tentacles!
Suddenly panicking, I pull with all my might against the tentacles around my wrists, but they only seem to coil further up my arms, all the while my heart rate increases with every moment that passes as the tentacle around my arousal and the pheromones in my lungs sends me speeding towards orgasm. I walk forward, trying to stretch the tentacles off my arms and the slimy appendages start to slide off me, slowly. I continue pushing myself forward, trying to resist the temptation to give in to the tentacles and let them claim me.
Looking up, I notice a few crewmembers strapped to the ceiling by identical tentacles, each of them being stimulated like me, with pheromones being sprayed straight into their blissfully zonked faces while tentacles massage each of them through their speedos. I conclude that this too will be my fate if I fail, but I cannot deny that part of me would love to join them.
Just as the slimy tentacles coiled around my arms begin to slide off, the pleasure growing within my loins reaches its peak and my orgasm hits me, sending waves of heavenly bliss washing over me, fuelled by the arousing pheromones. I empty myself, soiling my high-cut speedo with warm cum, but despite this, my willpower keeps me pushing forward, but the tentacle around my speedo only intensifies its movements.
As I moan in pleasure, I finally free myself of the tentacles around my arms. I fall forward onto the ground, then reorient myself to sit on my rump as I put a hand to my crotch, gleefully helping my orgasm last as long as possible. I throw myself back to lie on the slimy ground, taking in the blissful physical pleasure and savouring every moment and both pleasure and relief to be free of the slimy grip.
After a short while, my climax finally ceases. My speedo is completely soiled as I sit up, then notice the tentacles slowly slithering after me once again. With the dense haze of pheromones pouring down at me from above, I would love nothing more than to let them take me, but I decide that there are more important things to worry about. Still wrapped in the warmth of my afterglow, I force myself up, my speedo still dripping, and continue heading for the bridge.
After dodging a few hallways where the same pheromones have filled the very air, I finally arrive at the door to the bridge, which just so happens to be stuck open. As I enter, I am greeted to bright sunlight and a pleasant view of a dense alien jungle in the distance. Sadly, I also become aware of the massive blob of green slime taking up half the space in the large room. Inside I can see many crewmembers floating idly, all of them wearing either leotard or speedo under-armour, all tenting with arousal. Each of them seems to be spewing a constant stream of their seed into the slime through their speedos and leotards, only to vanish into the green.
The sight leads me to draw my hand to my soiled speedo, gently fondling myself for a moment before I shake it off and head for one of the consoles. In a few moments I find the latest Captain's Log entry and play it.
"Captain's log, yeah... I don't even know." says the recorded voice of the captain. "Colony ship 04-niner. Really wishing I was back home right now. The ship was attacked while we were in stasis and a majority of the pods malfunctioned, but the rest opened in accordance with protocol when the system sensed danger. The shields and defences were disabled before we could get to the bridge and we were boarded, but not by anyone we're familiar with. We were attacked by our own, lizards, each of them encased in some kind of green goo, which I'm guessing is controlling them."
As I listen, I fail to notice the large spider-like creature enter the bridge, slowly and stealthily approaching me from behind.
"We held them off for as long as we could," continues the recording. "but now we're gonna have to try something else. It just so happens that we were attacked not far from the planet we were heading to. If you're reading this, then it means that the remaining stasis tanks opened some time after landing, as they were originally programmed to, which means the stasis system hasn't been totally crippled."
The spider-like creature is only a few metres behind me now. It begins to loom over me, only moments away from snatching me up in its front legs.
"If you remember the plan, you'll know that it takes about a month for the ship to adapt all bacterial life on the planet to serve as no threat to our biology, but that's not gonna stop us. When we land, we're just gonna take what medical supplies we have and adapt to the bacteria ourselves over time, but the remaining stasis tanks won't open until the adaptation process is complete. So if you're reading this, one month has passed since we landed, and if you can, I need you to come find us in the jungle. Good luck."
The spiders squirts a thick cloud of pheromones onto my head. I choke briefly as I am utterly overcome by arousal. My legs give out from under me and I move a hand to my needy loins as they beg for my attention in my soaked speedo, but the spider has other ideas and grabs me with four of its legs and pulls me onto the underside of its body, where some sticky substance keeps me glued to it. A small protrusion in front of me squirts a constant stream of pheromones into my face, driving me insane with more arousal than I have ever felt before, and before I know it, I'm climaxing without even being touched.
The spider begins to leave the bridge with me stuck underneath it. Thick ropes of cum seep from my tenting speedo and onto the metallic ground as orgasm after orgasm serves to keep me pacified. I can only moan as it begins to drag me off to my fate, until something suddenly catches my eye beneath me: a severed power cable! I quickly tear one of my arms free and grab the cable, then plunge it into the creature holding me. For some reason, I'm not electrocuted, and then I realise the sticky substance holding me in place must not be capable of conducting electricity.
Sparks fly everywhere, and soon the spider falls over on its back, closing its legs around me as the cable flies from my hand to land nearby. The spider seems to be dead, but my lungs are still filled with pheromones and my orgasms don't stop. By the time they do, my crotch is completely soaked in my seed, covering almost every scale. Every single one of my joints ache as I try to escape from the substance attaching me to the spider, but the spider's legs have formed a tight prison that makes escape difficult.
After almost half an hour of struggling with a speedo full of cum, I finally manage to escape. Exhausted, I lie on the floor, knowing I will never be able to escape into the jungle without energy.
Several minutes pass as I slow my breathing and my sweat cools. As I open my eyes, I notice the sun rapidly nearing the horizon in the distance, behind the windows of the bridge. I decide I better get a move on before nightfall, so I stagger to my feet. My joints still ache, but I force myself to keep going regardless. I exit the bridge and head for the loading bay, but I notice the cool air chills the fluids filling my speedo. I reach both hands down and take hold of the fabric at the front of my speedo and shake out some of the sticky cum, but I decide it may be best for me to change completely.
Changing direction, I head for a small store room, which fortunately happens to be empty of any other life besides me. I slip out of my speedo and wash myself up at a little sink, then I open a storage locker and produce a high-cut black leotard with a gray stripe down either side. I quickly slip it on, take an old pipe that I realise I can use as a weapon, then continue towards the loading bay.
I come to an elevator, but as the door opens for me, I see the elevator contains only a thick atmosphere of pheromones and a slimy mass with a crewmember partially submerged within it. I decide to take a stairwell instead.
I finally arrive at the loading bay. It looks clear, so I make a run for the boarding ramp. I'm made somewhat nervous by the sight of the dense jungle beyond the clearing where the ship is landed, slowing my descent down the ramp slightly. Soon my feet hit the soft soil and I run for the jungle, relieved that I will soon be free of this cursed ship.
Panting, I enter the jungle, but I don't stop. I continue running for as long as I can, trying to get as far away from the ship as I possibly can. As tired as I am, I don't feel safe until I feel that I'm an impressive distance from the ship, but I guess I'm happy to be getting such a good workout.
Another half an hour passes of running, jogging, then fast walking. I finally stop to lean against an alien tree, panting heavily with exhaustion and sweat coating my bare arms and legs, my leotard soggy. I fail to notice the small, tentacled creature crawling through the branches above me. Just as my racing heart begins to slow, the creature drops down onto the back of my neck and crawls into the collar of my leotard. I gasp and struggle to get it out, but it manages to make its way to my rump where it slides down past my tail and between my legs, then up to my crotch where it firmly embraces my member with its many tentacles, which immediately begin to vibrate and caress me, causing me to gasp with pleasure.
A few moments pass as my body gets the better of me and I allow the little creature to stimulate me inside the crotch of my leotard. In my over-aroused mind, I can do little more than place my hands upon the outline of the creature behind the smooth fabric between my thighs. I drop to my knees and moan in delight, but I soon decide that enough is enough. I muster what willpower I can and pull aside the thin strap of black fabric and put my hands around the slimy creature that works ceaselessly to bring me to orgasm. I try to pull it off, but the creature's slimy coating and my lack of energy make it impossible for me to tear it off.
I decide I might as well let it have its way with me, so I fall to my knees, spread my legs and happily soak in the intense pleasure. It doesn't take long before it drives me to the very peak.
"I... I'm cumming!!!" I yell, unable to stop myself from using my own words to add to my arousal.
I fire load after load into the waiting tentacles of the creature, which greedily slurps up my seed, but it does not stop and only continues to do me in, prolonging my orgasm. When it finally subsides, the creature still continues, and it is not long before I climax again. I keel over, my back resting against the soft, mossy ground as I hump the air, absorbed fully in endless pleasure, slowly whittling away the last remnants of my desire to resist, and adding to my slow submission to the pleasure, to the creature in my leotard.
In a few moments I am barely conscious, the last of my will somehow lost to the creature feeding off of me. Amid the endless orgasms, I slowly begin to drift off to sleep, exhaustion getting the better of me as my thoughts fall away to nothing.
Suddenly the sensation of the creature in my leotard vanishes. Opening my eyes, I see someone standing over me. Clad in an armoured leotard is the familiar form of my captain, holding the little creature in his hand. In his other hand is the stretched fabric of the crotch of my leotard, which he gently puts back in place over my throbbing arousal. He is cerulean blue with a gold belly, sunlight reflecting off of his scales as it shines through the alien trees above us.
"Wow, you sure can blow quite a load! You got a lot in you, huh?" he says, looking down at me with a smile.
I slowly return to full lucidity and sit up as my final climax subsides. The captain reaches a scaly hand down to me.
"It's okay, it's over now. Those things release a chemical into your system that pacifies and sedates you." he continues as I take his hand. "If I hadn't heard you yell when I did, you would have fallen asleep and more of them would have come along to drag you away. They would have made you into a literal cum factory!"
"Th... thanks..." I say, still sending a few streams of cum into my leotard as I stand. The captain notices me gently thrusting my hips.
"The chemicals they secrete also increase sperm production and libido, so you can expect to be cumming for a few more minutes." he says.
We both turn around to the sound of rustling in the bushes behind us. A swarm of the very same little tentacled creatures emerges from the underbrush, all of them rapidly heading right for us, a trail of slime in their wake. Looking up upon hearing noise above, even more begin to crawl down from the alien trees, starting to fall like rain drops.
"Let's go!" he says, gesturing for me to follow as he runs from the approaching swarm.
We flee through the foliage, my joints aching with exhaustion as the chemicals in my blood urge me to give up and let the little creatures have their way with me. It takes all my willpower to keep following the Captain.
After running for some time, we finally slow to a walk. We are both panting, me especially.
"You okay?" says the Captain, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm fine. Thank you, sir." I say between breaths.
The Captain looks up, then around.
"Our camp isn't far from here." He says. "If we hurry we can make it be nightfall."
"Camp?" I say, my spirits suddenly lifting.
"Yeah, we've been surviving and fighting ever since we left the ship. We've been conducting scouting operations to find out where best to hit them the hardest." responds the Captain.
"Let's go then!" I say happily, shaking off my arousal.
"Hold your horses..." he says, raising a palm at me. "We still have to take this slow. This jungle's still infested with those things. Watch your surroundings and don't take any chances."
He turns and heads away. I follow, taking his suggestion to heart and keeping vigilant.
A soft breeze blows in my face, suddenly cooling the soaked patch in the crotch of my leotard. I actually like the way it feels, but I try to ignore it, hoping it'll dry by the time we reach the camp.
We walk for about an hour, the sun slowly setting. For the first time since I awoke I feel peaceful, strolling quietly among the beautiful variety of alien fauna. I don't waste this opportunity to admire this planet and all the lush plant life therein.
As darkness descends, we finally arrive at the camp: a few prefabricated shelters scattered throughout a clearing with bonfires strewn about between them. Everywhere I look are lizards, clad either in leotard armour for those on duty, or in speedo or leotard under-armour for those off-duty. Those sitting around fires are chatting, sometimes laughing, with friends and familiar faces.
I am surprised by how content they are. I feel like we are no longer under threat from cum-hungry monsters. Here, under what I notice to be the light of two large moons, my fellow lizards are at peace. For the first time since I awoke, I feel safe.
"Welcome back, sir!" says a red-scaled lizard to the Captain. "No incursions yet."
"Good." responds the Captain. "Let's hope it stays that way until we can organise an assault."
The Captain waves the red-scaled lizard off, then turns to me.
"Go get settled in." he says. "We've lost a lot of good scales so far, so the men will be happy to see a familiar face. You'll probably want to get yourself oriented to."
The Captain pats me on the back, then heads to one of the prefab shelters, most likely to rest or plan.
"Look who's awake!" says a purple lizard sitting on a chair around a bonfire as I approach.
"Hey, guys!" I say, waving at my familiar crewmates. "Been a while, huh?"
My fellow Reptilians begin to greet me, each of them extending their relief at seeing a fellow survivor.
"We were afraid they got everyone in the stasis tanks..." says a teal lizard. "It's good to see ya got out okay, buddy!"
I sit on one of the chairs around the fire.
"It's good to know I got out!" I say with relief. "So... how long did it take for the ship to reach the planet after the attack?"
"Man..." says a brown lizard with an orange belly. "It took almost a whole month..."
The other lizards noticeably cast their minds back to recall stressful memories.
"We lost so many good scales to those things..." continues the brown-scaled lizard.
"Yeah..." says a lizard with dark green scales and light brown plates on his belly. "We fought them for so long, poking around every corner out of fear of being caught."
"We were so relieved when we landed!" says the teal lizard. "Turns out we traded corridor fighting for jungle fighting, but at least it's a nice change of scenery."
In the distance, I see two speedo-clad lizards sitting by a bonfire, their arms locked around each other as they trade a passionate kiss, rubbing their bulging speedos together.
"Oh, yeah..." says the brown-scaled lizard, noticing what I was glancing it. "Fighting together like this for so long, some of us tend to start caring a lil' too much for each other."
Smiling, I suddenly realise I can barely keep my eyes open.
"I'll see you both tomorrow." I say, standing up.
"Sleep tight, man." says the brown-scaled lizard. "Universe knows you need it!"
I head off to a prefab shelter. I pull open the plastic door and close it behind me, keeping quiet to avoid waking the other lizards in the eight bunks inside the small structure. Each of them seems to be sleeping pretty soundly, but a few are evidently finding it difficult to sleep. I can't blame them. Some were actively rubbing themselves through their leotards and speedos, trying to keep their moans quiet.
Still in my leotard under-armour, I climb into the empty lower blanket-less bunk. I twist to lie on my back and close my tired eyes, letting proper sleep quickly overtake me.
I dream of the creatures infesting this planet. I dream of my fellow crewmates who've been taken by them, used by them. I dream of the same happening to me, of the creatures snatching me away and locking me in a state of perpetual pleasure at the expense of the life I once led... and I love every moment of it.
My eyes open to a pleasurable relief in my loins. Reaching a hand between my legs, I quickly realise I climaxed in my sleep, most likely caused by my admittedly pleasurable dream.
"You were moanin' like heck, man!" comes a voice from above.
Looking around, a lizard is looking down at me, his head hanging upside down as he leans off the bed above me. I recognise it as the brown-scaled lizard.
"You woke me up!" he says, his voice playfully annoyed.
"Sorry." I say, trying to keep my eyes open. "It's just..."
"Don't worry about it, man." interrupted the lizard. "It's been happening to all of us since we got here. You just go back to sleep..."
I can't argue with that. I lie back down on my back, but I keep my hand on my soaked bulge, arousing thoughts from my dreams still swimming through my mind. I didn't realise he was still watching me.
Morning. Light beams stream in through the tiny viewports on the sides of the small structure.
All around me lizards are climbing out of bed, all of them wearing either their speedo or leotard under-armour. Each of them stretches their slender and athletic bodies as they sit up, wiping their eyes. I notice quite a few with soaked bulges of their own.
As I sit up, I realise my own leotard is still stained with cum. No doubt I've been climaxing in my sleep all night, especially considering the nature of my dreams.
I decide to get myself another change of attire. I look in a small storage chest and find plenty of under-armour. Slipping off my soaked leotard and throwing it into the laundry container, I retrieve a speedo from the storage chest and swiftly slide it up my legs.
Opening the plastic door of the shelter, my eyes are strained by the bright light of the new day. I take a few moments to let my eyes adjust, then I am greeted to the sight of lizards everywhere preparing for what will no doubt be an assault. My scaly comrades, clad in armour and under-armour, are running here and there with rifles and other weapons. Platoons are being yelled orders from their commanders.
"Hey! Over here, man!" yells a familiar voice.
Near an assembly of speedo-clad lizards is the same brown-scaled lizard. He gestures for me to approach and join in the line-up. Eager to help, I jog over to him and take my place standing beside him.
"Listen up!" says a leotard-clad bright green lizard standing in front of us, his arms behind his back. "Today we're gonna be launching an attack on a colony of creatures. We need to send out a few more scout teams to survey the environment and make sure we know where the enemy is before we begin. We cannot afford to be caught off-guard!"
He starts assigning each of us into groups of two. An assistant gives each of us a power rifle.
"We don't have any armour to spare so we're sendin' you out in just your under-armour." continued the lizard. "You are to report in your position if you encounter any hostiles."
We are directed to the exit of the camp, where the daylight reveals crude defences and barricades have been set up.
Our orders received, we head out into the jungle. Beside me is the same brown-scaled lizard, my teammate.
"The name's Cryde, by the way!" he says to me, happily extending a hand to me.
"Tad." I respond, providing him my name as I shake his hand.
"Long night, huh?" he says, noticing me stretching my arms.
"You could say that..." I say. "I couldn't get those creatures out of my head. They..."
"They make you horny, right?" he interrupts, smiling, then sighing. "Yeah, we all had the same night at some point. When facing an enemy that just wants to make you cum, you tend to let your guard down. They use pleasure against us."
We continue to converse, quietly, as we progress through the jungle. Some time passes as we scout along our assigned route.
"Shhhh..." says Cryde. "I hear something. Fan out."
We both spread out, quietly looking around through the foliage.
"Stay vigilant..." whispers Cryde to me. "If you don't keep your eyes op-"
Cryde stops talking with some kind of squelching sound. I turn around instantly only to be mortified by what I see.
Sitting where Cryde's head should be is some kind of octopus-like creature, no doubt having jumped down on him from above and enveloped his head. Long tentacles snake down from the bulbous body, descending down Cryde's and caressing him as they slowly descend. One tentacle wraps itself around his bulging speedo and begins to gently rub.
He is standing completely motionless. He drops his rifle as his arms hang limply in front of him.
"Cryde!" I cry, aiming my rifle on the creature around his head. "Talk to me, Cryde!"
He simply continues to stand idly, his arms continuing to hang in front of him, when he slowly turns to me. Two tentacles emerge from under the creature's body, throwing themselves at me. They grab me and coil around my neck and torso, pulling me in.
"No!" I yell, trying in vain to pull against the tentacles.
In a few moments I am face-to-face with the creature. I can't deny that my situation is generating great arousal within me. I feel my body press up against Cryde's, my bulging speedo pressing into his as the tentacles massages us both through the soft material. I can already feel the wetness of Cryde's cum as it soaks through his speedo and onto mine.
The two of us tied together by the tentacles, it's quickly revealed to me that the two that are wrapped around me are from another creature that seems to have been hiding under the body of the first. Slowly it climbs out from under its parent and begins to climb onto my head.
"Sorry about this, Cryde..." I say, aiming my rifle at his stomach.
I pull the trigger, the weapon set to a low stun setting. Waves of blue energy wash over all of us, sending sharp tingling across my body as the creatures shriek and pull their tentacles off me. A natural side-effect of stun weapons, I immediately cum into my high-cut speedo under-armour, spewing my fluids across the inside of the skimpy garment while the creatures run off into the foliage with Cryde in their grasp.
I sink to my knees, then onto my stomach, panting as my orgasm finally comes to an end, dipping a scaly hand to feel the squelching of cum inside my speedo as my afterglow drives away my fear. The blast leaves me weak and unable to move for the next few minutes.
As I finally begin to recover, I gather my thoughts and decide I need to report this in. I reach a finger up to press against my ear piece.
"This is scout Tad, reporting in." I say. "They got my teammate..."
I listen, awaiting a response.
"This is Captain Dreed! All scouts get back to base camp!" yells the Captain in my ear. "We're under attack! There are creatures closing in from all around!"
I bolt up, then begin running at best speed back to base camp, rifle at the ready.
I finally arrive, hiding in the foliage nearby as it becomes clear that the camp has been completely overrun. All over the area are lizards infested by one creature or another. Many have the same octopus-like creatures on their heads, their tentacles snaking down to caress along their bodies and through their leotards and speedos. Some lizards are even completely naked, a tentacle wrapped around their throbbing arousal as they cum endlessly, while other octopus creatures snake their tentacles into the leotard armour of others in order to get at their arousal. Other lizards are coated in some kind of green slime, a membrane almost two inches thick. Some lizards are lying on the ground, covered completely by the small tentacled creatures from yesterday that I had encountered in the jungle.
As I continue to watch in horror as the infested crew patrol or stand idly, I notice the Captain, wearing only leotard under-armour as a layer of green slime covering him feasts on his fluids. His arousal throbbing in his leotard as the slime no doubt vibrates and massages it, I notice a zonked, blissful look on his face behind the translucent layer of green goo.
Clearly the creatures' attack was too much for my allies.
Suddenly I notice a very, very familiar face. Also covered in a membrane of green goo, I gasp at the face of my cousin Tag, his eyes half-closed as his tongue hangs from his mouth.
Overwhelmed with terror, I turn and run as fast as my legs can carry me, dodging through the thick alien plant life. I run for almost an hour, not caring what direction I'm heading in.
I trip, falling flat on my snout in the soft soil. I'm about to stagger to my feet when the sensation of something moving around right between my legs forces me onto all fours. I look down and between my legs to see a blob of slime slither into my speedo. I moan and writhe in pleasure as the slime plays with my arousal. My hands dig into the dirt, grabbing fistfuls of alien soil as my moans become louder and shriller. In a few moments, the expert stimulations of the goo cause me to orgasm, with several jerks of my body.
Spent, my arms give out and I fall back on my stomach, panting and continuing to moan as the slime continues to have its way with me. Then I experience a new sensation. I feel the slime force its way inside me through my rear, sending even more waves of pleasure over me as I get back onto my knees, thrusting my hips in my soaked speedo.
Suddenly I experience an urge to begin crawling forward. I do so, which is immediately met with a powerful surge of arousal and further pleasure. I then receive the urge to begin crawling faster. I decide to stop, trying to resist this urge, but I immediately lose the feelings of arousal and pleasure, replaced instead with a sense of displeasure and depression.
I crawl forward, faster this time, only to be met with even further pleasure and arousal as I begin spraying cum into my speedo.
I realise the slime is somehow controlling my arousal while sending new urges to my brain, riding me like a vehicle that runs on pleasure. Honestly, I'm more than happy to comply. The feeling of crawling on all fours as my cum pours endlessly into my speedo, the slime driving me where it pleases, is absolutely heavenly! I want to resist so much, but I feel so terrible when I do. I decide to not resist at all and give in to the pleasure that these creatures have been offering me this entire time.
Me and my slimy pilot crawl through the jungle for over an hour, my hands and knees stained with dirt. The journey is so wonderfully pleasurable. My speedo is completely overflowing as my cum flows nonstop into the garment, leaking onto the ground and leaving a thick trail of my seed in my wake. My mind is overwhelmed with the most brilliant, unending ecstasy as I experience what can only be described as a "brain orgasm".
We arrive at our destination: a tall cliff with a wall of slime covering the entrance of the large cave built into the side. I notice a completely naked deer half-way submerged in the wall of slime, only his torso visible while his head, legs and arms remain submerged and restrained in the gooey green substance. Wrapped around his stiff member is a tendril of slime connecting to the wall, of which the deer is gently humping into. Deeper beyond the wall I can make out the shapes of other species, including lizards, all of them either naked or wearing little more than leotard or speedo under-armour.
No doubt they are all enjoying the same fate, the fate that I will soon be subjected to as the creature inside my urges me towards the slime colony.
Approaching the green membrane, I know what I must do. Slowly getting off my knees to stand, I eagerly throw myself into the substance, which instantly begins pulling me deeper and deeper into the slime-filled cave. My body is instantly swamped with the most intense pleasure imaginable as the slime massages me all over, forcing its way into every crevice on my body, yet somehow preventing me from drowning within it. I can feel it inside me, filling up every space, sending my arousal and libido through the roof as it pleasures me inside and outside. I can feel my thoughts slipping away, as if my brain is being rewired to know nothing but pleasure, all the while the slime eagerly consumes and dissolves my endless stream of cum through my tenting speedo.
Surrounded by my crewmates and other species taken by these creatures, suspended in this loving slime, I am in a state of perpetual, unending bliss. I do not know whether or not someone may save us from this fate, but what I do know is that I really hope they don't. |
The Greys Chapter 10: Clones by hyenafur | #11 of The Greys - The Jeeves and the Pastry Truck convoyed back to town, passing by rows and rows of fields full of various different grains, fruits, and vegetables. Gideon had wished his cousin would have joined him in the truck. It would have given them a chance to talk and get to know one | [
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Gideon Grey",
"Travis",
"Weasel",
"Zootopia"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148637-the-greys-chapter-10-clones | The Jeeves and the Pastry Truck convoyed back to town, passing by rows and rows of fields full of various different grains, fruits, and vegetables. Gideon had wished his cousin would have joined him in the truck. It would have given them a chance to talk and get to know one another on the half hour drive to town, but if they'd done that, Kody wouldn't have had any transportation.
Meeting his new cousin had been odd to say the least. Aunt Jo said that he looked like his daddy, but since Gideon had never had any reference point, it seemed more like Kody looked like Gideon himself or Gideon's father, Joshua. There was definitely a family resemblance between the three tods, though, Kody looked a bit different since he had no brown on him. The fox chuckled, "I bet half them'll think he's my long lost brother."
He was correct. The first person the two had met after Gideon and Kody had pulled into the driveway behind the bakery was Travis. The black-footed ferret did a double take the first time he saw the two foxes. "You get a clone or something," he asked as he looked them up and down, "cause having two of you would really help getting more pies made."
Gideon let out a boisterous laugh at his friend, slapping his knee as he held onto his belly, "Naw, Travis. This's mah cousin, Kody."
The ferret looked very confused, "Cousin? How come I've never seen or heard of you before? You a distant relative or something?"
Kody shook his head, "First cousins."
Gideon's laugh died down to a low chuckle, "It's a long story, Travis. I'm still wrappin' my noggin' round it m'self."
Travis looked Kody up and down, "Well, I can see the resemblance." The ferret stuck out his hand, "Travis."
The tod gave the other mammal a firm handshake, "Kody."
"Nice t'meet you. I'd chat longer, but Gideon and I have to get back to work," Travis replied with a smile. Unfortunately, Gideon had to disagree with his friend, "Hate t'tell ya this, Travis, but I'm takin' th'resta th'day off. Gotta show my cousin around town."
The ferret blinked a few times before letting out a sigh. He wasn't going to fight it, mostly because Gideon had made sure to leave a good number of pies ready for baking before he'd left earlier, so at least there would be some fresh ones for the evening rush. "All right," he said, "But it means you'll probably have to work tomorrow to stay ahead of the curve on Monday."
Gideon just chuckled, "Travis. I live here. Course I'll be able t'get 'headda curve. I'll see ya Mundy." Slowly, he made his way around the ferret, beckoning his cousin to follow him. |
Morning Coffee by Striped Charr | #3 of Kay's Adventures Kay gets some coffee. Bored and horny, who knows what will happen while he waits? Been a while since I wrote anything and I rewrote a decent chunk of this story. If anything doesn't make sense, I'll be sure to fix it up. Comments, favs, and ratings are greatly appreciated! - | [
"Anal",
"Cheetah",
"Cum",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Mind Control",
"Oral",
"Public",
"Sex",
"Tiger"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149011-morning-coffee | What could possibly be better than the aroma of fresh brewed coffee in the morning?
Kay, for one, couldn't answer that question. With a deep breath, the white furred and black splotched cheetah inhaled deeply, drawing in a lungful of caffeine infused air. A shiver ran down his spine, and he let the air back out with a sigh.
This morning had not been the most ideal morning for Kay- far from it. After waking up late due to not setting his alarm the previous night, and with a throbbing tent pitched under his sheets, Kay had bolted from his bed to the shower. His aching cock had longed for a friendly touch, but he was running behind schedule already and just couldn't afford another set-back.
Fast-forward a few minutes to the sleep deprived, half-dressed cheetah running to his stop as he watched the tail end of his bus driving up the street. Fortunately the next bus was only fifteen minutes away, but brought Kay to his destination during peak-hour.
So now the tired, starving, horny cheetah stood outside his ritualistic first stop of the morning.
Without wasting another second, he hurried through the double glass doors into his favourite go-to café. A bell announced his arrival when the door swung open... and was lost in the mass of furs cramped in close proximity, some chatting casually while others were reading from their phones or glancing frustrated at their watches.
Kay groaned loudly at the sight of the packed café. Behind the counter a flustered barista tried in vain to keep up with the mountain of orders piling up in front of him. Kay scowled openly, he'd never seen the café this busy before. It was seven thirty am on a Thursday and already his day was ruined.
He needed to get to school in an hour, which included time for travel *and* breakfast. Unless the unfortunate cat felt like starving through his first two periods of classes, he'd need to decide between coffee \_or\_breakfast, else take the risk of arriving late.
There was no competition in Kay's mind. If he went hungry during his first class, at least he'd be awake to take notes and listen. Without coffee his head would hit the desk faster than a dropped lead weight.
The cheetah fished his phone from his pocket and opened up the café's app. With a few screen taps later his order had been placed at the end of the ever growing queue, and a timer popped up to announce how long his order would take to be ready.
'*Twenty minutes!'* Kay thought with shocked disdain.
His patience was quickly running away from him, and the lack of caffeine was in no way helping. Already he felt the pounding behind his sunken eyes, and the smell of fresh brewed coffee only tempted his body further. But with his order placed there was nothing more for him to do but wait agonisingly
Kay looked around for a vacant table or space to relax until the café app on his phone buzzed to let him know his coffee was ready. With as much luck as he was having currently this morning, it was no surprise that every visible chair was occupied, and many spaces along the perimeter walls were like-wise crowded.
Towards the front of the little store front, to the left of the designated pick-up zone, was a small pocket of room. A spot just big enough for a slim cheetah. The steady stream of various furs collecting their orders must ward others from loitering around the busiest location, but for Kay anything would do at this point.
His spot secured and with nothing else to take up his time, Kay pulled out his phone to fiddle around with... until he was bumped from behind.
"Sorry." The fur grunted.
Kay turned to respond, paused, and adjusted his gaze about a foot-and-a-half higher to look into the eyes of the much larger tiger standing in front of him. All rational thought fled from his mind, spooked from the sight of the apex predator so close at hand.
The tiger stared at Kay for a moment, unsure if the strange cheetah would say anything, or continue staring slack-jawed at him. The tiger grunted to himself and was about to turn away from the cheetah when Kay's mind finally caught up to reality and yelled at his mouth to respond.
"N-no problem." Kay squeaked and blushed. As soon as the weak, wavering words left his muzzle he tried to will them back. What a great first impression.
The tiger shot Kay a funny sideways glance but returned his attention elsewhere and otherwise ignored him. Kay wished he could fade away into the background, but thanks to the café being packed like a can of sardines, the two felines were pressed too close for comfort so as to not block the pickup counter.
The tiger looked to be in his early-thirties, his fur vibrant and sleek with youth. Through his work attire, Kay could confirm he was in no way shy of visiting the gym; the clean suit he wore was broad in the shoulders and stretched taunt around his muscled chest, and even through the long black sleeves Kay could see his defined arms.
And finally the horny cheetah's eyes landed on the crotch region of the larger feline. Like his suit jacket, the tiger's pants were just as tight, leaving very little to the imagination if the large bulge pressing against the zipper was anything to go from. Kay felt his dormant arousal from this morning twinge in appreciation of the sight.
Now Kay's attention had been peaked in another way, and his wandering mind trailed to much more inappropriate thoughts. The tiger was ignorant to Kay's adventurous eyes as his head was stuck fast in an old fashioned paper.
Kay sidled up to him casually, and placed a paw on the tiger's forearm in a manner that scream ulterior motive. The tiger twitched at the initial contact, flicked a questioning eye at Kay, but otherwise returned his attention to the paper. Kay rolled his eyes and decided to take a more direct approach.
"Whatcha reading?" Kay asked with a curious tone.
The tiger didn't bother sparing him a second look. "The paper," he grumbled.
Obviously this cat was in need of some caffeine as well.
Kay tried to keep the small talk going. "Anything interesting?"
The tiger grunted in response, and continued ignoring him. Kay sighed dejectedly and moved to plan two.
Kay's friend Cody had asked him once why he still bothered with the traditional courting rituals. With Kay's unique abilities of thought manipulation, he could influence other furs around him to act or believe anything he wished them to. The cheetah had thought about Cody's question for a short while before answering:
'It's all about the payoff- the thrill of the hunt, the conquest of another fur. This gift just gives me a get-out-of-jail free card if I want to skip that bullshit and fuck someone.'
Of course, sometimes subtlety takes too long. Sometimes the cheetah is just a horny cat in desperate need of a hard pounding.
Thought-Convincing was the first method he'd ever found to work, which just so happened to be on one fateful day at school. The exact range was a mystery, however some innocent testing had let him know it was at least a hundred meter radius.
He closed his eyes briefly to initially clear his mind. It was easier to maintain a Convincing bubble once he got started, but the initial burst of effort to form a cohesive sentence in his mind required a slight amount of concentration.
Kay sent out his thought and re-opened his eyes. To the uninitiated observer, nothing had changed. The furs within the café went about their daily routine, waiting for their coffee and tapping away at their phones.
But in reality any and all of the furs within eyesight of the café would be Convinced, and as long as Kay re-affirmed that thought, anyone else coming close enough to enter his bubble would be affected too.
Kay turned back to the tiger. "You want to fuck me," he whispered.
The tiger stiffened suddenly and snapped around to face Kay. "I find you incredibly cute and want to have sex with you," he said bluntly.
That was more like it. Straight to the point, exactly how Kay wanted it.
"Good because I've never been fucked by another feline before, and I'm ungodly horny right now," Kay said. He stepped up close to the tiger; much closer than publically accepted, and felt no hesitance in placing his paw firmly on the other male's bulging fly. "Show me that delicious cock, stripy butt. Let me know how it feels to have barbs raking through my tailhole."
Kay teased the zipper, feeling the resistance and heat of the tiger's flesh against his pads, and then slowly dragged it down until the tiger's white underwear popped out into the café air.
The sound of the zipper sliding down was drowned out by the hushed mumble of the other furs in the café, but with how upfront and visible the two cats were, anyone and everyone had a view of what was happening.
Kay trickled his claws up the covered object of his desires, and felt the tiger shiver at the tingle of having pointed tips so close to his intimate region.
No one reacted when Kay slipped his paw between the folds of the tiger's briefs and felt along the furred holster. The tiger purred at the gentle touch along his sheath, an inch of his pointed, barbed tip slipping from his sheath into the tight confines of his underwear.
With his adventurous fingers at work, Kay easily extracted the larger feline's cock through the parted section as he withdrew his paw. The growing pink shaft graced the air of the café with horny tiger musk and throbbed, exposed, in the warm air.
Kay observed his partner's tool. The thick base and sheath stretching out the opening in the front of the briefs deliciously. It pointed forward, heavy under its own weight, but curved upwards gently to point accusingly at Kay, as if it knew who to blame for the sudden ejection from its comfy resting place.
The top third of the cat's cock was dusted with a substantial layer of tiny barbs, starting large around the head and shrinking slightly the further down they went.
Even with Kay's gifted ability, his sexual experience was surprisingly limited. Having recently found out about his best friend's lust for him, Kay rarely needed anything more than Cody to knot him nice and hard.
Sure, he'd played with a few other furs; a horse one time, and a couple of foxes, but another feline was new territory. He compared the tiger to his previous partners and knew he had his work cut out for him.
"God you're a big cat, aren't you?" Kay said, feeling along the fleshy length of exposed cat cock jutting from the tigers work trousers.
If the tiger was going to respond at all, he was momentarily silenced by a groan of longing working its way out from deep inside.
"I'm the \_definition\_of a big cat," the tiger chuckled when his bearings returned. "And technically so are you..." He trailed of and ran an appraising glance over the smaller feline, "... but maybe you're an exception."
Kay giggled and batted his eyes up at the tiger. He couldn't deny that in contrast to the tiger, his own lithe body hardly compared. But that didn't mean he couldn't keep up with the best of them.
The white cheetah let his paws stray from where the tiger's sheath poking through his fly, up the throbbing length and to the barbed, leaking tip.
His residual worries about barbs remained, and is largely the reason he was still a virgin when it came to playing around with fellow felines. From his limited experience online he already knew the stiffness of each fur's barbs was different from the next, so while most might add a thrilling sensation, some rare others could legitimately be painful.
He played around with the barbs for a minutes, testing to see how rigid they were and was delighted to discover they felt soft like his own.
Already the bigger striped cat was dripping precum from his cock head, the gentle touches around his sensitive barbs exciting the big cat. The lubricating slickness coated along Kay's fur while he spread it around, hopefully to allow for an easier time entering him.
Kay continued feeling up and down the shaft, paying close attention to the barbs around the tapered tip of the tigers' cock.
Just like his own, the barbs only caught lightly on his paw when stroking from the base towards the tip, and flattened on the way back down. He knew from many nights of personal experience how delightful it felt to have the prickles around his cock head teased, and was rewarded with a strong spurt of precum dripping over the forearm of his exploring paw.
A tingle of anticipation crept up Kay's spine; he could hardly wait for the proper action to start.
Kay dropped to his knees in front of the tiger. Unfortunately the tiger's height difference meant his cock curved up, and out of reach of Kay's salivating muzzle. But with his paw still wrapped around the barbed head, Kay pulled down gently to bring the dripping tip within reach.
The kneeling cheetah nuzzled against the underside, inhaling the scent of tiger sex directly from the source, and rubbed his cheek along the tip. The tiger's barbs caught tufts of his facial fur, and pricked lightly across his skin. The feeling only spurred Kay on.
Kay pulled back, his face reeking of the tiger as strings of precum mattered his fur together in noticeable clumps. He nuzzle back against the underside and allowed his nimble tongue to slip from his muzzle and taste the twitching cock. He murred as the musky, slightly salty taste assaulted his taste buds.
The tiger huffed and leaned to the side to clench at the counter with a stabilising paw. His claws unsheathed accidentally and gouged lines out of the wooden surface, but it was all he could do to stop himself taking control of the situation and potentially hurting the smaller feline.
Kay ran his tongue one last time from the base of the stretched brief's opening, past the barbs that caught and pulled at his sandpaper textured tongue, to the slit spilling spurts of the tiger's precum. At the tip, he paused for a breath and engulfed half the cock in his muzzle.
He didn't stop pressing forward until his nose was pressed against the tiger's work pants, and the cock throbbed, bent down the curvature in his throat. Kay felt his gag reflex kick into action, making him cough uncomfortably, but he gulped deeply, as if drinking from a large glass of water and regained control of his throat muscles.
The tiger growled loudly as Kay's muzzle worked his flesh with a masseuse's professionalism. The larger feline could visibly see the bulge of his cock expanding Kay's throat, and watched with rapt attention at the contractions he saw were relayed through his buried shaft.
"God, your muzzle is so warm and inviting kitten. I want to just shove you under my desk and have you suck me dry throughout the day," the tiger moaned, humping his hips forward slightly.
A heavyset bear trudged passed the pair to pick-up his extra-large coffee from the counter, bumping the tiger lightly from behind in the process. The minor outside interference was enough to jostle the tiger's cock around in Kay's throat. The cheetah squeezed his eyes shut and focused on swallowing around the shaft.
The bear mumbled his apology, pausing briefly as he lowered his gaze to the feline struggling to breathe, but shrugged it off and left. The two felines quickly forgot the interruption to the heat of the moment.
The burning feeling of his lungs crying for oxygen brought Kay from his lustful haze. He stayed down for a few seconds longer to let the tiger feel his desperate gasps and gulps as he depraved himself of air, and swiftly pulled back. The barbs pricked at his inner flesh, trying in vain to keep him from leaving, but Kay refused to obey them.
Kay inhaled full lung-filling breaths of air and looked up from his work to glance around the coffee shop. A fair amount of furs that were here originally had since been replaced by others eager for their coffee, but thanks to Kay's periodic Convincing, none of them batted an eye at the pair of frisky cats in the middle of the café.
With slightly slippery paws thanks to the combination of precum and spit, Kay made quick work of his own belt and pants before wiggling his hips and slipping the waistband just below his rear to free his own half hard cock and allow unobstructed access to his tailhole. His rushed decision to go commando ended up paying off.
Kay turned around and placed his hands on the counter in front of him. His position left him bent over slightly, and by lifting his tail off to the side, revealed his rear completely to the still packed café behind him.
"Come on you handsome beast, make our species proud and fuck me hard." Kay ordered.
The aroused tiger knew exactly what he was doing when he grabbed the presented cheetah by the hips and dragged him back further, forcing Kay to reach further forward to keep his grip on the counter firm.
The next moment, before Kay could even think of mentally preparing himself, the tiger had expertly positioned his cock, without the use of hands, and pressed with enough force to shove the barbed head passed Kay's ring.
Kay tensed at the sudden entry and mewed like a kitten at the stinging sensation radiating from his rear. As much as he loved taking a nice dick up the ass, he still needed a few minutes to work the tip in and accommodate the other fur, and the sudden intrusion left him aching in a way he knew he'd feel during the day.
"Sorry about this little guy, but I can't be late to work." The tiger apologised for the rough entry. Kay stifled his noises of protests and nodded his head to show his understanding, not trusting his voice to keep level if he tried to talk.
Showing a bit more care, the tiger eased slowly further into the rear of the white and black furred cheetah. Kay groaned in bliss as his hole was stretched so perfectly from the complete stranger he'd known for all of five minutes. He was thankful for the productivity of feline's as the slick precum teased from the tiger made the entry smooth and relatively painless, disregarding the initial penetration of course.
Both cats let out a huff of contentment when the larger tiger's clothed hips pressed flush against Kay's naked rump.
"Mmph... tight," The tiger mumbled.
"You're just-ah... thicker than a beer can," Kay gasped. "Gods, you're stretching me so wide."
The tiger inadvertently allowed Kay a minute of adjustment while he placed his feet wider apart on either side of Kay's own, permitting the tiger an easier angle to thrust down into the spotted male.
"Then maybe you should bite down on something, kitty. Gonna fuck you hard."
With the preparations complete, the tiger began his mating in earnest, pulling swiftly from Kay's tail hole and thrusting in just as quick. The thickness and length left Kay breathless, to the smaller cat it felt like the cock was breaching his lungs.
Not to mention the delicious barbs were doing their own work by clinging briefly to his fleshy inner walls on the drag outwards. When just the head remained in, Kay could feel the thrilling sensation of ghost-like tingles left behind due to the tigers' barbs, and on thrust back in, the tingling was replaced by a sudden stretching fullness.
The sound of muffled furred hips colliding together filled the café, similar to that of slapping a puddle of water. Above it all was the groaning, panting, and mewling of the two felines. The pair was loud enough to pause conversations as the many other furs converged in the café glanced over to the amorous mating.
Kay felt the tiger speed up, and his hips began slamming against his erratically. The tiger must be close already, thanks to the deep-throating Kay endured earlier.
"You ready, kitten bitch?" The tiger asked.
Suddenly the tiger locked up after re-sheathing himself inside Kay, just before the cheetah felt heat blossom from within his depths. At the same time, the tigers' barbs flared out and gripped more insistently onto the soft tunnel surrounding them.
Kay gasped in surprise. The tiger was cumming, filling him to the brim with virile pearlescent seed. Throb after throb echoed within the cheetah announcing another small flood of hot cum invading his core, marking his insides and claiming him as the tiger's toy.
But while felines are infamous for their hairline trigger, they make up for it with their vigorous sex drive. And the tiger was no different. Still shuddering from the echoes of his orgasm, he suddenly began moving again, pulling out slowly while his flared barbs caught along Kay's passage, inflaming the tingling sensation once more.
Kay couldn't help himself. Combine the cocktail of being an adolescent, the thrill of fucking in public, the sensation of another male cumming hard in his tail hole, and now the ever increasing fucking pace the tiger was forcing Kay through, he couldn't keep himself from crashing over his peak, mewling out while his body was wracked with his own orgasm.
Kay's tail twitched and flick uncontrollably across his back, smacking against the tiger once in a while. The tiger growled each time the wiry, sleek tail collided with his face, and eventually got sick of the offending appendage. When the tail flicked up once more, he bit at it and caught it in his jaws. He moved his head back until the tail was pulled taunt, Kay gasping at the newfound stretch, and continued pounding his hips forward.
A wolf whistle sounded from somewhere in the café, but was lost to Kay as he gasped and panted. All those surrounding furs, those watching eyes aroused Kay to no end, enhancing his peak. He clenched hard on the tiger's invading organ, shuddering as his balls contracted closer to his body.
Cum spurted from Kay's steel-like cock and splattered in long, white lines across the tiled floor before him, some few stray strands even made it to the side of the counter where the stuck and hung like glue carelessly thrown around by a child.
Kay tightened his grip on the counter, trying to hold on while he felt electric surges shoot through him like a lightning bolt. And still the tiger behind him didn't relent. Tiger cum leaked from around the thick shaft see-sawing through his ass to dribbled down his balls and thighs, matting his fur and soaking into the seat of his pants.
Kay's pristine clean fur turned matted and sticky in a matter of seconds, the warm trickle of cum seeped and splattered back against the tiger's work trousers as well. Neither of the felines would be getting out of this café without some very damning evidence staining their clothes and fur, but that was a worry for the future.
The tiger spat the fur from his muzzle and bent over the cheetah possessively, trapping the writhing, snake-like tail against its owner.
"Going to breed you, little kitten," the tiger grumbled. "Need to empty every drop of my seed under your begging tail, and leave you panting and messy."
Each time the tiger slid himself out, the flared barbs set Kay's passage alight with a tingling that made his fur stand on end. But each time he thrust back in, Kay gripped the counter harder and dribbled another few drops of cum to add to his mess below.
Kay mewed as a full body shiver made him clench hard, wringing the tiger's impaled flesh like a rag to try squeeze the cum from his balls. The tiger growled beside his ear, and further added power to his hips to overcome Kay's tightness.
A pinging noise sounded from close behind Kay.
"Looks like my coffee is done," the tiger grunted. "Got to finish this up and get to work."
The tiger reaffirmed his hold on Kay's hips and drove himself forward harder, pulling Kay back against his earth-shaking thrusts.
Gritting his teeth, Kay buckled down and let the tiger have his way with him. If he really wanted to, he could stop this in a blink of an eye. However, despite the single tear dripping down his matted facial fur, he was having the time of his life. No one had fucked him quite so thoroughly and mercilessly as this tiger was. Kay loved every hip-pounding, ass numbing jab. His only regret was that the tiger's pace was unsustainable.
The dominant male had been riding the edge of his second orgasm since before his phone alerted him to the completion of his order. With the extra energy exerted on fucking the cheetah, the tiger found himself once again peaking.
One final push left the tiger embedded fully in Kay's stretched ass as his balls throbbed and drew taut to his body. He held himself there as his seed rushed from the tip of his buried cock and bred his cheetah bitch deep.
Kay panted and gasped at the soothing warmth flooding his depths to replace what had leaked out during the tiger's second round. His tailhole remained stretched around the throbbing cock while the tiger caught his breath and regained his composure.
Slowly the tiger pulled back. His flared barbs dragged in opposition to their removal from the loving, tight embrace from under Kay's flicking tail. Kay groaned at the empty feeling replacing what once was occupied by a thick shaft.
The tiger's tip popped out with a rush of warm cum. Kay tried in vain to clench himself closed, but his rump was sore and forced him to relent. His winking pucker leaked more of the tiger's love each time his hole relaxed.
Kay stood up and stretched, his back popping from the uncomfortable strain from his bent over position. He looked over the scene to survey the damage.
His pants had copious amounts of cum from both himself and the tiger soaking the fabric. The fur around his ass, he balls, down his thighs and even around his ankles was matted heavily by the seeping cream from his rear.
In front of him, the counter hadn't fared much better. With the tiger's thickness and power, Kay's prostate felt number after such a thorough milking, and the evidence was splattered in plentiful strings before him.
The musk of spilt cum permeated the air around them, over-powering even the strong odour of brewed coffee, but it seemed none of the other patrons cared. And they shouldn't, nothing was amiss after all.
Kay heard a zipper from behind him and turned to the tiger.
"Going to need to splash some water on this when I get to the office," the tiger mumbled, patting at the stains around his bulging, zipped fly.
He went about collecting his phone and coffee, but stopped and wrote a scribble on a napkin using a pen tied to the counter.
"My number," the tiger said, and walked out the doors leaving Kay to his mess.
This caught Kay off-guard. His specific instruction was that the tiger wanted to fuck him. Leaving his phone number was something else entirely, and Kay started to wonder if he really needed to order the tiger in the first place. Maybe a bit more persistence would have paid off.
He stared at the number for a moment longer, thinking about the tiger and the implications but was interrupted by his own phone buzzing to let him know his order was ready for pick up.
His pants were utterly ruined, but he had nothing else to wear. He pulled them up and secured them around his waist with his belt, grimacing at the feeling of the slick fabric hugging his legs. It was a problem he'd have to later think of a solution for, but for now the sticky garment would need to suffice. A touch of Convincing for anyone who got too close would be enough to get him through the morning.
The mess on the ground and dripping from the counter was definitely something that would need to be sorted out. He could imagine the outrage of a fur who entered after he'd left, and it certainly wasn't fair on the employee... but Kay had to get to class.
"There's a bit of a spill over here, might want to clean it up before someone slips," Kay pointed in front of the counter.
The flustered barista groaned at the extra work, but set about collecting a mop and bucket while brewing another four cups of coffee.
Kay collected his own cup from the counter with one hand and the tiger's scribbled number with the other, then headed out amongst the fresh air. Other than a slight but manageable limp to his step, and the clothing in his arms stained beyond repair, he was nothing but content. His warm, fuzzy afterglow almost made him purr.
He had his coffee, a sore rump, and an ass full of cum. Sure, breakfast could wait, but maybe this morning wasn't so bad after all. |
Love Locked by sisco | Well, this is one of those stories that I just have to get out of my head. It started when I saw a load of padlocks on a bridge that my bus goes past every day. I had seen them a lot but it suddenly hit me, why were hundreds of people leaving padlocks. So I did a little research and once I knew what | [
"Anal",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Deer",
"First Time",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Oral",
"Rimming",
"Sad",
"Stag",
"Virgin"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146477-love-locked | A cold wind whipped past the bull, he pulled his jacket closer around him. With a hunch of his shoulders and a bowing of his neck, he tried to turn away the cold as he stood on the bridge and searched. It had been years since he had last stood there, things had been different then. In front of him a wire fence, part of a scaffold placed there to protect the grade one listed structure sagged under the weight of the extra burden people had placed on it.
It had been a craze started by the french, a silly love lost craze from the home of romance. A padlock and a message of love scratched into it. Love locks they were called, thousands of couples placing them there to show their love. Stupid really, love was not something you could lock down, it blew into your life like a hurricane, only twice as dangerous and far more destructive.
The locks were destructive too, too much extra weight and the council had announced they would be removed tomorrow. Collin had heard about it... it had taken him all day thinking to come back here, searching. He had tried to tell himself it didn't matter. Silly the lies we try and convince ourself are the truth. Like somehow we can make black white with just the sheer power of our denial.
Golden brown eyes ran over lock after lock looking. His paw reaching out he touched one of the support beams. A memory triggered, of the first time he had crossed the bridge alone. As a young man, barely legal and very eager. Going out on the drink he had told his family, but he never told them where. Truth was the destination scared him, there was another bridge upstream that would have gotten him there faster. However, taking this old railway bridge had the advantage, it led into the heart of Newcastle and if anyone he knew saw Collin they would think he was off to the Bigg Market for a night out. His destination had been somewhere else, the Pink Triangle it was called back then.
Collin had always known he was interested in guys, he was smart enough to keep it to himself. Nobody was a puff in his highschool, gay was an insult, something you spat out at your enemies. While inside you tore yourself up, trying to force your blackness to be white. Silly lies: I'm just too horny, I'm curious, just looking, I'd never really do it with a guy, I'm not one of those people.
Of course, he really was one of those people, proud of it now that he looked back. He looked down the tunnel that was the road and footbridge, the railway travelled on top. Decades earlier he had liked the path, it was dark making him hard to see. Although his golden brown fur tended to make him stand out even at midnight in a coal mine. His hair and mane were a lighter cream coloured, along with a treasure trail that had grown longer as he grew wider.
"Just more of you to love," the words echoed in his ears and he smiled at the memory. Of course, that had come years later, as a nineteen-year-old he had been almost fit, just a hint of the belly he was yet to grow. Broad and built like a truck, he had been in the school rugby team for years. Although that had made things hard, showering with so many guys. Eyes forward and think of making pies with grandma, that had been the key to stopping bull wood from sprouting.
\<\>
He hadn't lingered on the bridge that day, he'd trotted, his golden tail flicking behind him. His eyes had never stopped roaming, his heart racing as he looked out for anyone he might know. As he drew near his destination his pace picked up, he passed a couple of pubs at top speed, his head twisted around in a feat that would have impressed an owl. The coast being clear his quick pace had been redirected and then he was inside... a gay bar.
It had been disappointingly similar to most of the normal pubs he'd been in. Tables, chairs, stools and a long bar with a selection of beer. A few pictures on the wall, where things started to get a little gayer, and then a rainbow flag hung over a fire. For a moment he stood in the doorway looking around, just waiting for someone to point at him and scream "Gay! Homo! Queer! Bent-boy! Bender!" Of course, nothing of the sort happened, there was only a handful of customers in. More would arrive later, once it was dark outside and people couldn't see who was going in.
Collin had slipped up to the bar and almost whispered his order for a pint of Woodpecker cider, low alcohol and high apple sweetness. Then he had found a small table in the corner and sat down, to wait. He stared at his pint to avoid staring at all the guys. The big question rose in his adolescent mind, "what now?" He wanted to talk to someone, just see what happened. Yet, every guy seemed far more at ease than him. They fit in, they belonged here, he was a stranger an outsider.
As his glass finally emptied he started to think about leaving, skulking back across the bridge, his tail firmly tucked between his legs. He really mustn't be one of those people, they are brave enough to actually speak to other people. Just as he was about to stand up, someone else decided to sit down.
"Heya, how are you doing?" The guy asking had a smile on his face and horns on his head. A deer, a roe deer by Collin's guess. His red fur was a giveaway, black around the face but red down the neck, which was as far down as he could see.
"I... am ok I guess. How... how are you?" Collin's voice trembled as he spoke, he glanced up at the alert blue eyes of the deer and felt the heat of a blush on his cheeks.
"Well, I was a bit bored. However, I am hoping my night might improve. I'm hungry... that's not my name, my parents aren't weird, no wait they are, but my name is Sam." The deer chuckled and then shrugged his shoulders. "My name is Sam and I'm hungry. That is what I was trying to say."
"Ah... nice to meet you, Sam," the bull muttered trying not to stare. Though it was hard, the deer had a beautiful slender form. He was wearing some loose-fitting jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed how trim the guy was. The body of a speed racer compared to Collin's tank. Those blue eyes widened for a moment, just lightly jogging the bull's mental processes. "Oh, I'm Colin."
"Well Colin, are you not going to ask me what I am hungry for?" Sam asked leaning across the table with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"What are you hungry for?" Colin asked a little baffled by the buck's questions. The hungry look in the deer's eyes was completely missed by the earnest youth.
"I'm ravenous for a good beef steak," announced the buck with a cheesy grin and a wink.
Both the innuendo and the expression sailed so cleanly over Colin's head they didn't even clip his two tall horns. "Oh well I think there is a Big Luke's up by Monument, they do a good steak."
The cervine's jaw dropped and hung there in pure disbelief as he tried to figure out what to say next. "I don't think you quite got my point..." Sam leant back in his chair and gave a confident predatory smile. "What I am trying to ask is..." Colin gasped as he felt a hoof stroking against his own under the table. "How do you feel about tasting some venison tonight?"
With the hoof gently stroking up his leg the penny finally dropped in the bull's head. He felt the rush of heat, only this time it didn't just flow to his face, his hormones were raging and he really liked the look of Sam. A little older but only a few years at most. He was confident, handsome, sexy and most importantly hitting on him! "I...I... I... like... the taste of venison... I think. I mean... I just..."
Sam smiled and reached out a paw landing on the stuttering bull's and silencing him. The bovine might as well have been wearing a pink neon sign that read 'virgin.' "It's ok, I promise you'll like it." The buck said confidently and leant over to whisper, "my place is just ten minutes walk away."
Ten minutes walk turned out to be just six minutes half trot. Collin glanced around nervously as they walked, he could feel his erection straining inside his jeans. Anyone who glanced down on the bull could see how aroused he was. Despite his worry and concern he couldn't help it, all he could think was 'I am going to have sex...with another person.' It certainly helped that the other person was hot as fucking hell. Taller than him, but far more slender; Sam's hips swayed with an almost feminine grace as they trotted through the streets. The bull's eyes had examined every inch of those wonderful mounds, within the short walk to a block of flats.
Inside was far from clean, it was the typical council block of flats with writing inside the lift. Not that Colin noticed any of that; when the doors closed Sam was pressed against him, the warm form pushing him back against the filthy walls. The cervine's hungry tongue claiming the young bull's muzzle. Colin kissed back desperately, trying to match Sam's movements. His breath began to come in deep pants and inside the bovine's jeans, his cock began to leak like a loose tap.
A deep rumbling moo escaped his lips, when he felt a strong paw groping his painfully erect cock through his very damp jeans. Blood rushed to the bovine's cheeks and he heard Sam chuckle, the buck licked his cheek, "mmm your poor little steer feels all trapped, I bet he wants to be let loose."
His cheeks on fire and his cock throbbing and aching like never before, the bull nodded in agreement. For a moment he was worried the stag would pull his cock out right there in the lift. If Sam had, Colin knew he wouldn't be able to resist. However, he was saved by a sudden stop and a ding as their journey to the fifteenth floor ended. The pressure teasing his maleness was removed and the bovine was pulled out of the lift.
Sam's grip on the bull's paw was almost painfully tight as he dragged Colin to his flat. With a loud slam, the door was thrust open, the buck far too excited to control himself. The flat was small, yet clean and tidy. Well decorated as well, someone had spent hours selecting wallpaper and very carefully lining up the pattern as they hung roll after roll. Of course, Colin saw none of that, all he saw was the ceiling as the buck pushed him backwards onto his sofa.
The bovine landed with a loud gasp of air, a second later he mooed loudly as two paws grasped at his jeans. Sam tore at the denim like a starving man trying to get the wrapper off a chocolate bar. A waft of cold air on his sticky, sweaty maleness signalled the cervine's success. Then Colin's mind went white, as bolts of pure pleasure ran up his cock. Hot warm caresses by a moist tongue ran over his pre soaked glans.
"Oh Fuck!" Gasped Colin, his paws grabbing at the sofa cushions desperately, as if they were solid rock supports. His body felt weak and yet full of energy, he had no control over his own body. Hips thrust upwards stuffing a thick cock into an experienced and welcoming warm maw. While the flat echoed with the bellowing moo of a bovine in full bestial climax. With powerful throbs his cock erupted, thick jets of hot bull spunk flooded Sam's mouth.
Gulping down greedily the deer chuckled as he milked the bull. He had known this was coming, a young virgin teased and groped, drooling and delicious. There was no way the bull could have lasted more than a few minutes. His velvet lips pulled off with a slurping sound and he swallowed the last, letting a trickle of bovine spunk run down the thick black bull cock in his paw. "Well, that was a delicious treat."
"I'm sorry...I usually..." the embarrassed bull muttered trying to sit up. Guilt and shame filled his mind, he'd blown his load in less than thirty seconds. None of the videos he'd seen had been like that. The feeling had been so much more than with his paw. There was something about the buck, his every touch seemed to make his body tingle and tremble. A musky finger was pressed to his lips, giving him a chance to smell his own maleness and cum.
"Shhhh, it's ok. First load is a freebie, especially with virgins," the buck whispered and then rolled his eyes at the shocked look on Colin's face. "I could just tell, it ain't a bad thing and by the end of tonight, it won't even be true anymore. I just needed to get that out of you so you would last longer, you know while I have my fun."
Colin was surprised at how those words, spoken so confidently, calmed down his worries and made his cock swell. He didn't resist as Sam pulled him to his feet, leaving his jeans and underwear in the lounge he followed the buck to a small bedroom. The bed was big, though, so big it almost filled the entire room. With a gentle nudge, Sam made the bull sit down.
"Now, why don't you take a chance to... explore," as he spoke the buck waved his paw at his crotch. It was a subtle as a brick to the face, but far more pleasant. It was all Colin needed his trembling paws reached out to the warm fabric. His fingertips felt the heat and more than that the moisture on the fabric. He realised he hadn't been the only person preing heavily.
Sam groaned happily as two trembling paws caressed his crotch, fingertips lightly brushing the tent he had erected. "That's good, go on lad no need to be shy. I'll let you know if you do anything wrong." The words of encouragement made Colin flush more, he was at least twice the size of the deer. He knew that the deer was no match for him physically, there was nothing Sam could do to make him obey. Yet he couldn't stop himself, his fingers grasped around the zipper and pulled down. His nose was suddenly bathed in the wonderful funk of a sweaty member. The scent potent and thick, like fine port and yet far more savoury. Notes of meat and more as his trembling paw reached inside the open flies and felt the heat of a sauna around his paw.
His fingertips brushed up against something hard, he gasped at the feel of the hard flesh. Above him the deer moaned softly, "that's a good boy, now just pull it out and get a good taste of venison." Two gentle paws caressed Colin's shaggy mane and he found himself nuzzling the warm palms, as his own paws pulled out the buck's cock.
Colin gulped as he looked at the maleness in front of him. It hung over his head like some deliciously perverted sword of Damocles. It shimmered in the light, pink and drooling. The rich scent flooded his nose, he couldn't smell anything but it dominated his nose. He couldn't stop himself inhaling more, deep lungfuls of potent buck cock smell.
"It's not going to suck itself," chuckled a voice from above him. Colin blushed deeply and then he closed his eyes, leaning forward with his mouth open. Something warm and musky smeared across his nose and he heard a stifled giggle above him. Opening his eyes he could see the thick drooling cocktip sitting on his nose. A dangerous mixture of shame, embarrassment and fear swirled around his head. Only to be calmed away with a gentle paw to the cheek and a soft whisper of, "It's ok, there's only us here. Just try to relax and enjoy. Now open wide."
Opening his mouth colin waited patiently. A paw gripped around his left horn and he felt his head being moved. Closing his eyes he put his trust in the more experienced male, letting Sam guide him seemed like the best idea. After all, he really knew nothing about what he was supposed to do, well nothing beyond the basic mechanics: cock goes in a moist hole of one person and is moved around until it reaches orgasm. That didn't tell him a thing about what he should do. Should he suck? Should he blow (it was a called a blow job after all)? Should he just grab his clothes and run like hell to where he wasn't going to embarrass himself anymore? Will Sam like it? Does he like him? Is this just a one-time thing? Will he want to do more?
Every single one of those questions melted from his mind as a warm pressure touched his tongue. His lips sealed around the thick maleness and he moaned softly as the taste of another male filled his mouth. It was everything he had thought it would be and so much more. He could taste the sweat and grim, somehow beefy on his tongue, He thought it would taste bad, but he found his tongue wriggling forward, eager to taste more. A soft moan above him let him know he was doing ok.
"Mmm, that's it. You like the taste of venison?" A voice asked from above him and Colin looked up. Sam was smiling down at him, his eyes filled with lust and yet kindness too. The deer knew it was his first time and was holding himself back to let the younger male explore. Not taking his lips away from the meat he nodded his head slightly. A moment later he felt two paws grip his horns and the meaty tip in his mouth moved.
Sam was thrusting into his muzzle, the thick meat suddenly filling his maw. It was so much hotter than he thought it should be, surely Sam must be burning up. The hot flesh was firm too, yet there was a slightly give against his tongue and lips. Not sure what to do the bovine held still, the older male taking control easily and gently rutting the eager virgin mouth.
"Mmm that's good, use your tongue more. Lick the tip as I pull back ok?" The buck asked and he obeyed, his tongue swirling around the cocktip. The taste of sweat had long since gone, leaving a sweeter and far meatier taste in his mouth. Every few seconds a new burst of flavour hit his tongue, bitter and yet tangy, the zest of orange maybe. It blossomed on his tongue for a moment or two and then was gone. This happened again and again, as the cervine jetted pre onto the young stud's tongue.
"Shit, yeah! That's good. Damn, you are going to be one amazing cock sucker. Those lips feel so good, your tongue is wonderful and you look so beautiful with my cock thrusting between your lips. You are so Ador-a-bull" The buck moaned above him, the dirty compliments raining down and nourishing the desire inside the bull. With each moan, gasp or compliment, Colin wanted to do more. His confidence grew moment by moment, his head beginning to bob on the hot meat. His tongue swirling around the hot member over and over as he drove it deeper into his mouth.
"Oh fuck....yes. Damn it! Just like that!" Cried out the buck, his hips thrusting faster and faster. His paws gripped the bull's horns tighter. The sensations around his cock driving through his body, he was lost to the pleasure. He couldn't control himself he had to take this male, Sam roared as he was gripped by feral needs.
Colin held still, his nose being shoved into the denim fabric of Sam's jeans with each thrust. He was shocked by how aroused he felt giving pleasure to another. It was so different to what he had expected, the sounds of pleasure he was giving and the feel of it inside his mouth. The heat of another body, the sweaty scent sticking in his nose and the knowledge that he was submitting to another. All of it combined to bring his bull cock back to a raging erection, it was screaming at him telling him how much he wanted this. There was no denying it anymore, he was a puff, a fag, a cocksucker and he was fucking elated to be there to feel the strong male dominate his mouth.
Then with a bellow of pure bliss, Sam rammed his cock home deep inside the bull's mouth. Holding his head by both horns as his cock throbbed. Colin's eyes went wide as a new taste and sensation began to flood him. Musky, bitter, thick and warm. Buck spunk spewed forth in thick creamy jets, his mouth was coated in a heartbeat. His tongue sloshed around in the thick fluid and he was faced with two options: Spit or swallow.
With a gulp, both mental and physical he chose. Pushing the copious fluid down his throat, it warmed his belly like a delicious hot chocolate and he closed his eyes sucking the source for more. More was quickly forthcoming, glob after glob was spat onto his hungry tongue, lapped up and swallows with delight. Until the river became a stream, then a trickle and finally a drip. The cock was pulled from his hungry questing lips.
"Fuck... I wasn't going to... but your mouth just felt so... " muttered the shell-shocked buck. Sam was embarrassed that a virgin had made him cum so easily. The combination of enthusiasm, beauty and natural talent had been far too much for him. He knew he had to regain the upper hand before the bull got any ideas of taking control. "Alright, you've had your venison, with a little creamy sauce. Now roll over, I want to taste some rump steak."
Colin paused... rump steak that could only mean one thing. He had assumed his first time he would be on top, yet the commanding tone the buck took made his cock throb. The bull took a deep breath and turned around, crawling onto the bed. His blonde ass presented to Sam like two perfect and ripe golden globes: All the stag had to do was earn them, for best performance of course.
The sound of a belt being unbuckled seemed to echo around the room. Then the thump of a pair of jeans hitting the floor made Colin's heart skip a beat. Yet his body stayed stock still as if held into position by some invisible force, he was the immovable object waiting for Sam to provide the unstoppable force.
Bovine fingers clenched the bedsheets desperately tightly, he closed his eyes and held his breath waiting to feel the brute force of the buck taking his cherry. Seconds passed like days and each moment the bull was expecting to feel something firm pushing in. A soft moo escaped his lips as two firm paws grasped his ass possessively. There was only one message a grip like that gave 'this ass belongs to me and I am going to do with it as I will'. Colin received the message with feverish ambivalence, his body desperate to feel the rush of true breeding and his mind fearful of the pain that might bring.
Fine hairs along his buttock cleft waved like a wheatfield in a summer's breeze. Then a tickling sensation, curiously pleasant. Colin wanted to look back, to see what was going on and yet he knew if he did... if he saw that thick meat approaching his entrance his nerve might go. So he stayed stock still his entire body tensed, a little mouse just waiting for a lion to pounce it.
Pounce it Sam did, only not as Colin expected. The huff of breath was followed by a warm firm stroke running up his taint and right over his puckered entrance. Sensations and emotions swamped the bovine, all he could do in response was cry out in pure bliss. Without hesitation the tongue struck again, lapping up the manly grime and sweat, feasting on it. Then it assaulted his ring, teasing and caressing it. Each motion made Colin cry out with the strange new pleasure filling his mind.
There were no words to describe it, his body knew what it wanted though and ignoring his confused brain it pushed back against Sam's tongue. Sam moaned happily as he prey told him to devour it and he did just that. His tongue forced it's way through the bull's ring, swirling around as he feasted on musky maleness. Pushing his fuzzy lips against the bovine's rear he dined on rump steak, tongue delving ever deeper to taste the very core of this man. He moaned and gasped as his tongue swirled, tasting and exploring. All the while his paw reached around to find a painful erect and drooling, bullcock.
With another moo of pleasure, Colin felt the paw closing around his maleness. His body was caught between two pleasures, thrusting forward into the paw and backwards against the wonderful maw. One moment he was bathing in the bliss of the dual attentions and the next he was bellowing out like an animal unable to contain its pleasure. Something inside him had blossomed against the buck's hungry tongue. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever felt, for a moment he worried he once more would cum far too quickly.
However his concern was misplaced, as he felt himself near the point of no return Sam let go of his cock. The cervine never pulled his tongue from the bovine ass, his tongue was alive inside the bull, thrashing against Colin's prostate. Eating Colin out hungrily, he teased him right to the edge of orgasm again and again, but skillfully never let him fall off. While one of his paws stroked his own cock, smearing cooling lubricant over it making ready for the final push.
The fourth time his orgasm was denied by Sam letting go, Colin bellowed in frustration. His hips pushed back hard forcing Sam's face deep between his cheeks. All the buck could smell was eager, ripe virginal ass. He knew that Colin was desperate for release, so was he. Cervine cock throbbing and aching, begging to be thrust inside the bull.
By the fifth time he let go, there was no doubt the bull was begging with his body for more. No words were spoken, but a tongue pulled from a saliva soaked and gaping hole. The buck's own mind was spinning. His nose could scent only willing bitch and his ears were listening to the panting song of the desperate. Standing up quickly he grabbed those hips like they were made of gold, he snarled with lust as he owned this male more than twice his size. Drunk on lust his cock was pushed to a dripping pucker.
Unable to contain himself Sam thrust forward with bestial power, sinking hilt deep with one powerful motion. Colin bellowed out desperately as his ring was penetrated so forcefully, his body trembled and yet stayed put. There was something beneath the pain, some deep primal need and he could not deny it. The feeling of fullness inside him was overwhelming, alien, and yet very right. He knew this was what he had wanted all along and now that he was getting it he had no intention of making it stop. Somehow his body knew that the discomfort would not last forever.
Sam was lost to the world, all he could feel were the inches of himself wedged inside the tight spasming rear. The bull's rear seemed to squeeze and pull on his maleness, almost as if begging him to go deeper. He looked at the large male beneath him, the sight of such a strong beast submitting to his sexual desires threw napalm on the bonfire of his primal urges.
With a deep moan, the buck began to rut, fucking desperately into the needy bitch beneath him. The room echoed with the bellows of a bull, the meaty sound of hips smacking together and the soft rap of two leathery ballsacks slapping off each other. With what little conscious mind he had left Sam aimed his cock for the bovine's prostate. He knew he couldn't stop, all he could do was hold on and do what his body demanded.
Huffing loudly Colin felt something new growing inside him, the pain of the thrusts giving way and pleasure sparking inside his mind. He bellowed and pushed back into the thrusting maleness, desperate to feel more. His back arched and under him, his cock soaked the blankets with streams of hot pre.
"Fuck...yes. You like that don't you?" Sam groaned as the bull remained silent his paws reached out. With a growl of dominance, he took a firm hold of Colin's horns, pulling the bull back forcefully to meet his thrust. "Eh?...You like that don't you?"
The second question was shouted and as his horns were yanked Colin couldn't help but submit to the male behind him. So he replied, "yes... oh, fuck YES!" Somehow the answer freed the bull from chains he never knew held him. He bucked back wildly, bellowing into the night. His sounds a mixture of guttural animal noises and words, desperate begging words asking for more. All fear and doubt long since gone, no cares about family or friends. Certainly no consideration of the neighbours.
Animals don't give a shit who knows they are fucking, and that is what they were in that moment, animals. Lost to the world, two bodies writhing together with only pleasure on their minds. Sam reamed the bull desperately feeling his orgasm growing he did nothing to fight it. Roaring out as he fucked his seed deep inside some quivering bitch, snarling and wide-eyed. His cries of pleasure echoing down to the bull beneath, who was desperately jerking his aching cock.
With the sound of Sam above him, the feel of the warm flood inside him and his own paw furiously jerking his own maleness, he came. Deep bellowed moos rattled the windows as he cried out, his body lost to an orgasm more powerful and pleasurable than anything he had known.
More on instinct than and thought the two stayed together, bodies grinding lewdly together. Both soaked in the sweat, spittal and cum of each other. Sam rolled off and pulled the bull into a hug chuckling softly, "get comfort-a-bull" the two had passed out together without another word.
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Years later standing on the bridge Colin smiled, a wonderful night and yet only the beginning. Things had moved on from there, they had fucked many more times and even talked. Sam was a wonderful person to be around, always joking and smiling. However if trouble came looking the deer was always willing to look it right in the eye and say, "who the fuck do you think you are staring at?!"
Deciding that the lock must be further on the bridge than he thought the bull took a step forward. Only for his path to be blocked by a deer, a stag to be exact. With a smile on his handsome face, a few extra lines and a wisp of two of grey around the muzzle. Older he may have been but his eyes still blazed with the passionate fury Colin had learned to love. "I might have known I would find you here."
Colin's jaw hit the floor and he gasped, "what are..."
Ignoring the bull's shock Sam looked out and down, in the murky light the water looked pitch black. "Bleh, looks cold. I heard some stupid sod jumped off last week. Freezing cold waters, but it is the mud that kills you, meters of soft silt holding you down no matter how much you struggle." The stag stepped back from the edge and shuddered visibly. "Not a nice way to go if you ask me. So you looking for..."
"Yes! I am, ok? I know it was a long time ago, but it... means something. You don't get a say in that, not anymore." Snorted the bull angrily as he started to look.
"Ok, ok. I'm not getting in your way. I know how bullish you can be when you set your mind to it," chuckled the stag holding his paws up in surrender. Then he noticed something and pointed, "hey look someone painted a rainbow on theirs! That is so gay! Do you remember when you let me paint a rainbow on your belly for pride?"
Colin rolled his eyes, how could he forget? That had been the year after he came out, the two had marched together. He remembered the streets lined with people, all staring. Some cheered, others jeered. Sam had been with him all the way.
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"Fucking puffs," the voice had come from the crowd. Colin shrank back slightly. Why couldn't they just let them be?
Sam had laughed and shouted back, "I'm here, I'm queer, I'm gonna fuck this steer!" As he shouted the last line he grabbed one of Colin's horns and pulled him close to place a kiss on his burning cheeks. "Never let the fuckers think they've bothered you." The deer whispered and then blew a kiss in the direction of a scowling equine.
"Faggots!" The word was yelled from a new crowd, this time from a lion holding up a copy of the bible.
As Sam opened his mouth to reply a paw grabbed one of his antlers and a deep rich bovine voice bellowed, "I'm here, I'm queer and I'm gonna fuck this deer!"
"Oh my god! I am so proud of you right now!" The deer hissed and shook his head a little, he was used to being the one grabbing the horns. "My indomit-a-bull!"
"Fuck you!" Shouted another person from the crowd before Colin could reply.
Sam turned around bent over to show his teardrop tail and tight ass and yelled back, "come and have a go if your cock is hard enough!"
"Classy," observed the bull still wondering how Sam had talked him into it. Or why he had agreed to go topless with a rainbow flag dyed into his belly fur. Then he remembered Sam asked him mid fuck, mid really good fuck. It hadn't been fair, he would have said yes to literally anything with that deer cock inside him.
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"It was a fun day you have to admit," chuckled the elder stag back on the bridge. "We really did have fun together."
The bull smiled and nodded, "yes we did." Then he sighed and gave the stag an accusing look "I never wanted it to end."
"Oh come on, you can't blame me for all of that, you should save some blame for the other guy, "Sam replied with a weak hopeful smile.
Of course, Colin did blame the other guy too, a whole lot of blame. When there is enough pain there is always blame to spare. He even blamed himself. Then his eyes spotted it, high up on the fence, "there!"
"Oh yes, do you remember the day we put it up there?" The deer asked reaching out to look at the padlock. No rainbow colours for it, just deeply stained bronze, with:
S & C
4 EVA
Etched into the metal with a crude heart drawn around.
Did he remember? The bull thought, of bloody course he remembered it was his wedding day too after all! His parents had been shocked, they like Sam of course. However gay marriage it had been a hard one for his family to swallow. So instead of the big wedding reminding the bull of who was missing, who never really accepted them. Sam had convinced him to elope. Well sort of elope.
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Their ceremony had been the bargain basement affair, just the two of them and two gay friends as a witness. No big ceremony, no flowers or fancy clothes. They skipped it all, all except the love. That they brought with them, and they brought it big. Smiles, kisses and hugs. No tears for those who weren't there, just joy because they were.
Afterwards, Sam had dragged the bull down to the bridge for some big surprise. There had only been a few padlocks back then. The craze hadn't quite taken off. Co!in had looked at them with curiosity, "what on Earth?"
"They are love locks!" Sam announced with a chuckle. "Couples lock them and take away the key to show they will be together forever."
"Sounds like romantic rubbish to me," snorted the bull.
Sam smiled and nodded, "me too." Then he pulled something vaguely gold coloured from his pocket. "There isn't enough romantic rubbish in the world anyway!" He snorted and locked it down. Then he put his arms around Colin's neck and kissed him deeply, passionately.
Colin had sunk into the kiss happily and lost himself in the arms of his love. As the pulled apart Sam whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," the bull replied and then felt a slight pressure on his chest. It was a key, a padlock key on a chain.
"One for you, one for me," the stag had explained pulling his own key out.
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Twenty years later a trembling bull pulled a key on a chain out of his pocket.
"Oh wow, you kept it!" The stag observed. "I kept mine too."
"I... know you did, I saw to that when...," as he touched the padlock he felt tears starting to fall. "Twenty-two years... I deserved more than a phonecall! You bastard!"
"I'm sorry," whispered the deer stepping closer. "If I could go back, do things differently I would."
"Hmp!" Snorted the bull slipping the key into the lock. Against all odds and decades of dirt and grime, the key turned. The lock sprung free so quickly and easily Colin almost dropped it into the water. He struggled to grasp it, tears in his eyes. "There." He muttered, more to himself that to anyone else.
"What now?" Sam asked.
"You know what?" Colin replied firmly pulling out his mobile. He had a text all ready to send. Phones, the bull was old enough to remember when they had not been the centre of life, the core of all social contact. They had become just like air, you seemed to need one to live. People call you and half the time you answer without thinking.
It had been that way the day he got the call, three months ago. Had it been that long already? Time had flown by. Not on that call time had stopped still. Colin had been on his way into the office, a sneaky blueberry muffin in his paw, he'd just taken a bite when he felt his phone start to vibrate.
He hadn't looked he'd just answered with a mouthful of muffin, "hello."
"Is this Colin Theakston?" A calm and yet strained voice asked him.
"Yes," he had replied spraying crumbs all down himself.
"This is Officer Gavin Bates, I'm afraid there has been an acci..." time stopped in that moment, it more than stopped it fractured. They say that your life passes before your eyes when you die, they are wrong: It passes before your eyes when your soul dies, your body can go on for years afterwards, though.
Somehow the world kept turning, without the reason for existence still being there. People had hugged him, kissed him and cried with him. For weeks they had been there and then, their duty done, they had begun to disappear. Leaving him alone.
"Just a fucking phone call," he whimpered staring at Sam accusingly.
"It wasn't my choice," Sam whispered. "I didn't get a choice, it wasn't my fault. It wasn't yours. Life is just a string of fuck-ups vaguely strung together with good intentions and half-assed plans."
"Well fuck it!" Shouted the bull stepping further down, to where somebody had wrenched the fence away from the edge of the bridge. Enough space for a determined man to force his way through.
"Stop it, Colin, you are my relia-i-bull, you are sens-i-bull," the stag whispered placing a paw on the bull's wrist. Colin froze in place and looked down at his paw, the padlock still open.
Sniffing the bull couldn't help but laugh, "damn you and your stupid jokes. I miss them, I miss you grabbing my horns. I miss your smell. How you used to watch Star Trek with me, even though I don't think you liked it that much. I miss how you used to hold me at night. Now I just lay there alone," the bull whimpered. " You aren't there, you are supposed to be there, why aren't you fucking there?!" A hoof lashed out kicking into the loose fence with enough force to send it flying into the black waters far below.
"I miss you too, but I am still there with you. In your heart, you know I am." The deer leant his head into the bull's broad neck. "The lock is open, it was never meant to open again." He muttered.
Colin looked at the lock, he could still make the etched letters out, S&C 4 EVA" Sam and Colin forever," he whispered.
"Wait is your name Colin? All these years I thought you were Chris!" The stag asked with a laugh.
"You fucker! You have to ruin everything don't you?" Laughed the bull wiping away his tears.
"Yes, otherwise it wouldn't be me," Sam replied sticking out his tongue. "Go home, let me go and don't you dare live your life alone and sad. I don't mind sharing, heaven is basically one long never-ending orgy after all."
"It is?"
"Ha! You are such a gull-i-bull," snorted the deer with a light laugh.
Laughing too Colin reached into his pocket and deleted the text. Looking up he found himself alone, nothing but the cold winds and shadows for company. Along with the locks, thousands of them. So many they were a danger to the bridge, so much love in the world. Maybe he could go on in it, for now.
His fist closed tightly around the padlock and he started to walk away, smiling as he heard a whisper, "my love-i-bull."
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A Very Active Day Together by Mycatscrazybeware | #2 of Of Humble Beginnings Again, I think I broke the fourth wall a few times. I'm trying not to, but it just kinda happens. Also, I might have been calling the apartment suite a hotel the whole series. Pretty sure there's a difference, don't flame me, I am aware that i am a goober ^^ I have a bad | [
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"Bedroom",
"Black",
"Blowjob",
"Blush",
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"Bottomless",
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"Character Development",
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152593-a-very-active-day-together | I woke up spooning with Tre'on. I didn't remember much of last night, and I was initially freaked out. I was curled around him and my arm was around his shoulders, and my muzzle was on the side of his neck. I was naked, and when I stretched my legs, I noticed we were naked. My penis brushed against his luxuriant fur. His lower back was either damp from me or from last night's bath, or the following shower.
I started to purr, but forced myself to stop so I didn't wake him up. He was so handsome when he slept. I laid there and listened to his slow, heavy breathing. I felt his chest rise and fall, and he occasionally twitched and flexed. He kept grabbing at my paw, and kissing the air.
I couldn't stop myself from purring. I slowly moved away to not disturb him, and I started to prepare breakfast. I was still naked, but I had an apron that read 'If it moves, call me.', which I found funny. It wasn't funny when I made eggs, though. I wasn't much of of a morning eater, but he usually ate breakfast. I didn't know what he wanted, but I guessed it was eggs.
I turned on the electric stove and heated the pan, putting a little butter in there so the eggs didn't stick. I got the eggs from the fridge and set them next to the stove. I spread the butter around with a butter knife as it started to melt. I cracked the eggs over the side of the pan, and I thought i heard slight footsteps, but the sizzling sound was much louder than whatever I thought I heard.
I turned my ears back to listen to the footsteps I could swear I was hearing. They became sloppy as they got closer. When their pace picked up, I turned my head back just as a set of muscular arms wrapped themselves around me. I knew it was Tre'on, as noone else had fur that dark. And his morning wood was greeting me.
"What're you cooking? Stinks." He jokingly said, kissing me on my cheek. I tried to kiss him back but he hid his face behind my head and I was too busy cooking him some eggs to chase him around.
"I'm cooking eggs, but I'm about to fry you." I said before turning around and hugging him.
"I'm not in the mood for eggs right now." Said Tre'on, smacking my ass. He purred, and obnoxiously licked his lips for me to hear.
I turned the stove off and turned around to face him. "So, what are you hungry for, then?" I asked, removing my apron in disappointment.
He smirked, probably turning it sexual, and finally said "We should get some coffee and talk... About last night, specifically.". Was he not content with my performance? Did my delivery not meet his expectations? I hope he didn't cheat on someone for me, I didn't want to ruin his relationship...
I sighed, feeling bad about myself. "I'm sorry, Tre'on..." I said and blushed. My eyes got watery, but no tears fell yet. Why was I so sensitive about him?
"I only have one problem...," He said with a pause to further play with my emotions, before continuing with "I didn't get to cum in your butt!". He leaned forward and kissed me.
We grabbed eachothers' butts, and both of our heads tilted to the right. His to his right, and mine to my right. The kiss wasn't very long, but it was definitely the best kiss I had ever recieved. I reached back and dipped a finger into the still soft egg yolk, and put it on his cheek with a playfully evil laugh.
"You wanna?" I ask, wiggling my hips and slowly swaying my tail, turning off the stove behind me while still looking into his eyes.
"Ple--Yes..! I would love to." He said with a slight blush, though I couldn't see it. I only recognized the blush by how he looked at me and tried to hide his face in my shoulder.
"But I thought we should wait until after the date." I say teasingly, kissing his head between his ears before letting go of him.
"It's not much of a date, but fine," he reluctantly said before continuing with "But directly after, you're mine!", releasing me from his hug.
I threw away the egg and washed the pan as Tre'on opened the door to the hallway and got our basket of clean clothes, which was the best service the hotel provided. He came over to dress me first, I raised each hindpaw as needed so he could put my undies on. He was behind me, and i thought nothing of it. Once my underwear was securely on my legs, he got on his knees and pulled the underwear to my thighs before putting his nose between my asscheeks and inhaling as much as he could.
I clenched my cheeks around his nose, which slipped out of my grasp with ease, and said "Nasty!".
"Oh really?!? Who was eating my ass last night?" He asked, standing up and pulling the underwear up as he went. His erection rubbed my taint and crawled up my buttcrack, too.
I shuddered at the feeling, and I had no response to that other than a laugh and "I love you.".
He hesitated to speak for a second or two, but finally said "I love you more." with a smile.
I chuffed as he lifted my underwear to their rightful position, going back to grab a nice looking casual shirt and a pair of pants that matched it really well.
"Your turn!" I say, skipping over to the basket in an excessively gay fashion. It just felt natural at this point, and it's how I wanted to be. As long as me and Tre'on were together, atleast. I hope it lasts forever, but that just doesn't happen alot anymore.
I got his clothes and get on my knees infront of him. I didn't want to put clothes on him. He had an amazing physique, and it would be such a shame not to show it off. He lifted one foot at a time, and I put his underwear on just like he did with me. The underwear conformed to his muscles, as he seemed to be made of nothing else.
I stopped at his knees and looked up, his balls fall onto my muzzle. I purr and stick my tongue out as I slowly rise, trailing my tongue across his member and pulling his undies all the way up. He tucks his lovely member in with a content purr. I put his pants on semi-normally, other than how I kept my eyes on his bulge as I did. The underwear was black, but not as dark as him, and it almost looked as if he was wearing nothing. Not only from the color, but the way it took his shape was indescribable, though no word would exaggerate that feature.
I grabbed his shirt off of the floor and put it on him. I kissed his lips after his head was in all the way. The shirt hung on his neck much like a scarf, and this shirt was also slightly lighter than his fur. I couldn't help but lower myself to kiss his lower abs. He put his arms through the shirt, and let it fall over my head.
I purred, and i felt him purr as well. He flexed his abs and moved one of his paws behind my head as I began to lick. His hand slowly crept towards the back of my neck, where he grabbed what little scruff I had.
It wasn't that big of a deal, and I licked every one of his abs, slowly going up to his chest. He let go of my scruff to allow me to wear the shirt with him. It was really tight, and i worried about tearing the shirt.
Tre'on said "You know, we should fix this.", though I didn't know what he meant.
"Fix what?"
"That normal stomach of yours."
I got a little embarrassed and said "Maybe we should 'burn a few calories' after coffee." I teasingly whisper, looking up and standing on my toes to nibble on the tip of his ear. He knew what I meant by burn a few calories, or atleast i hoped.
"Let's save some things to talk about for later." He said, trying to wrap his arms around me, but the shirt restricted his flexibility. I did the same, and we were in a position I found funny, our arms extended and our faces blank other than my smirk. I was trying to refrain from laughing as I imagined how we looked, but it was nearly impossible.
"Alright. You wanna go now, or?" I ask, pulling my arms into the shirt and slowly sliding down, my upper lip pulling itself up as it dragged across his abdomen. I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone and put it in my pocket.
"Sure, but we should put our shoes on first..." He sarcastically said.
We put on our socks and our shoes, and we walked down the hallway. I was somewhat glad we didn't encounter that Wolf, Angelie. It was Saturday, and she didn't have work on the weekends, though I believe she was also a baby sitter. I was thinking about it too much as we walked down the stairs.
On the last flight of stairs, Tre'on asks "Can you carry me to the car?".
I thought he was joking until we hit the last step. He had waited for an answer the whole time, so i gave him the answer. "Sure, but only if you carry me back the apartment when we get back. From the car to our door, or bed." I say.
I sped up and stopped infront of him so he could jump onto my back. He was incredibly heavy, but it was nothing I couldn't carry. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck. He rested his chin on my shoulder and lightly purred. I stepped forward as he kissed the side of my neck, drawing the attention of the people in the lobby, making most smile.
They either smiled and tittered because it was a funny sight, or it made them happy. But it didn't really matter, anything went in our society. It was mostly a good thing. The only things that are strictly outlawed are incestuous relationships, murder, assault, thievery, unconsented sex, and just generally anything that would cause harm to another sentient being in any way.
Some things are frowned upon, but definitely legal. I explained this to myself mentally as we went, i had a habit of doing that, and before I realized it, we were at his truck. This car was tough. It too, was black. It beautifully reflected sunlight off of all of it's curves. And it was huge. The back was steel, rather than aluminum. It had four doors, five seats and could probably survive a head-on collision with an armored vehicle. Its windows were blacked out, making it impossible to see through them on the outside, though on the inside you could see through them as easily as regular glass.
I stopped infront of the driver's door and asked "Can i drive there? You can drive back." .
"The tux is one thing, but definitely not this. Have you ever driven a car before?" He said, getting off of my back.
"No, but I gotta learn sometime." I said. It was the only car 'we' had.
"And today is not that time. Not yet, Desmond. We'll get you a car to try out, but until you are atleast better than me, you cannot drive this baby." He said, picking me up by the underarms as if I were a kit and moving me to the side so he could climb into the seat. He beeped the horn twice and said "C'mon, we should get going!".
I try to slide across the hood, but i remember that I was about to go somewhere and that I didn't want to ruin or tear the clothes in any way, and i stopped myself mid-jump. I landed on my butt on his hood, and i scooted to the side, my tail swaying invitingly at Tre'on. i got in the passenger seat and he looked at me with a blank, unamused face. I giggled as he put his keys in and started the car.
"Wanna start talking now, or?" I ask, staring at his face. I reached over to buckle him up, as he wasn't going to buckle himself. My maw was directly above his cock, and i had an idea. But I should do it after the 'date', not that it mattered anymore after yesterday. Was it even a date? Was he just gonna tell me that he shouldn't have done what he did?
"We should wait, again, we should save the things to talk about for the..... 'Coffee... Breakfast' thing." He said, probably trying to avoid saying date. That made me smile, and I backed up and buckled myself as he started backing out of the parking space.
When we got to the first stoplight, I began to get tired. We weren't talking, so i didn't feel bad when my head drooped down. He chuckled and I put my head back up, my eyes closed.
"Here, just lay your head down on me." He calmly said, looking at me and putting his paw on my head, brushing my forehead with his thumb. He put his other hand on the lever attached to his chair and reclined slightly to better expose his crotch.
I lazily leaned over to rest my head on his lap, just below his hard abs, which were behind my head. I couldn't help but purr. I felt like the luckiest Tiger alive. i had such a hot, muscular, loving mate. Maybe I was just another 'victim of love' in the making, but I didn't mind. I'm just happy I found the one, and that I lost my virginity. Twice, because I don't want to really include my encounter with Tenzet.
I slowly moved my seatbelt and adjusted my lower body to be comfortable as the light turned green, and we continued. He pet my head and looked down at me. My eyes were closed, but I knew he was looking at me. My heartbeats grew stronger and stronger, and became much more rapid as time went by. I was happy, excited and anxious.
I opened my eyes as the car came to a stop, and he turned it off. We weren't there, already, were we? I sat up, my vision blurry and noticed a small cornershop which was brightly lit, and about the color of caramel, maybe a little lighter. The building's sides were mostly large windows, so it fit the description of a cafe.
I looked over to see Tre'on get out of the car. I unbuckled as he came around to my door and opened it, as if he had suddenly developed manners. I tiredly stretched out my paw, which he grabbed and 'helped' me climb out.
"What are you gonna get?" He asked me, looking into my sleepy eyes with a smile.
"Not much of a coffee drinker, but I'll have whatever. I'm not the one who's buying it, anyway." I said, holding his paw tighter and nuzzling his shoulder with my head.
"What coffee do you want? And it doesn't matter, you will be repayig me shortly." He took the first step forward, his right paw holding my left paw. I followed closely, wanting to hug his arm but I refrained from doing so.
"They have breeds?!? Just get me whatever you think I'll like." I say as we near the establishment. At the moment, I hadn't heard what he said.
He chuckled at the comment and opened the door, silencing his laughter. The place smelled strongly of pastries and coffee, mostly coffee. There were a few people in here, such as a snow leopard, a doberman, a rabbit, a ferret and the cashier looked to be a wolf.
Another car pulled up, but I paid no attention to them. I only noticed that i was staring at him when he looked over at me and said "Go pick out a nice table, I'll be with you shortly.". We were still holding hands, and I loosened my grip.
I began to slowly walk away, but he grabbed my wrist just in time to pull me back. I didn't resist, and spun around to face him. We lightly kissed, and he put his other paw behind my head. I purred as we kissed, our heads tilting to our rights. I blushed as we pulled our heads away.
I sat at the table in the corner closest to the door as I waited for him to come back with whatever edibles he was getting. A few moments later, he came back with two styrofoam cups in his paws, and a baggie in his maw. He came to me, and I could slightly see his grin. His dimples rose above the folds of the bag.
I couldn't get over how handsome he was. I noticed him hesitate to sit, as he couldn't decide whether to sit next to me or across the table. He decided to sit on the other side of the table, and stare into my eyes.
He opened a brown bag and brought out several doughnuts, though neither of us were really fond of them. We awkwardly started off basic conversation, like questions and stuff like that. But it eventually became a nice chat, talking about why we've acted towards eachother as we have sice we've met, our goals in life, what interests us, and every other topic that was ever talked about during a 'first date'.
Through this, i found that he, like me, was bi. I was still finding myself, so I was maybe 50/50, while he was like 90% attracted to men. He only wanted to know what vagina felt like, and similar things. We both were finding ourselves in terms of fetishes.
He finally started talking about the event that led us to this point. By now, our doughnut supply had run out.
"So," He said with a pause. "About last night.." he continued. He was trying to give it suspense, but I already knew he liked it. I still just hoped that I didn't make his life worse at all, like if he was in a relationship.
"Mhmmm?" I hummed as I wrapped my tail around my waist, resting the end of it in my lap and slowly stroking it.
"It didn't feel... Right." He said with a straight face. He took a sip of his coffee, finally giving up on the thin straw and removing the lid to dip his tongue in.
"I'm sorry, I-I-I don't know what got into me, I should've stopped-" A tear began to blur my vision. I felt bad for him, and I pitied myself for believing anyone would like me.
"No, I'm sorry. It's not in my nature... I mean, I didn't dominate you enough!" He said, leaning over the table and pulling my head in for an embrace. I was pathetic for getting upset that easily.
I playfully smacked the back of his head and whispered "Jerk!" into his ear. "Why did you have to say it like that?!" I said, really relieved that he only wanted to fuck me better and harder.
"I just wanted to see if you cared, or not."
"You already know I do... I thought you wanted to talk about serious things over coffee, anyway." I jokingly said, lifting my feet onto his knees.
"I'm very serious! I really think that you should let me take control, atleast once." Tre'on said as he spread his legs, making mine separate as well.
I took the lid off of the coffee and took a gulp, now finding that coffee wasn't all that great, but it was manageable. I've tasted worse before. I set the cup down and purred, stirring the coffee with the small straw.
"When, exactly, is later?" I ask, sipping coffee from the straw for no apparent reason. I wondered what coffee this was, anyway.
"Today. i don't have work or anything else planned for today, either, so I was thinking we could do it.... All day?" He said kinda nervously, and he blushed. I noticed the fur that covered his cheeks rise. I chuckled and purred at how adorable he was.
"Yes!" I accidentally yell, drawing the attention of the people in the cafe. "Sorry, I meant 'that sounds like a plan', But uh, let's take this 'to-go', so we can play with eachother sooner." I suggest, standing up.
Tre'on says nothing as he puts the lid on his coffee and and grabs the bag that the doughnuts came in and put the doughuts back. He rolled the top portion of the bag. He stands up and I stick my straw in my mouth to chew on, giving him the cup.
He sticks his tongue in the cup, for no knows reason. I smiled as we walked away together. When we got to the door, my phone rang. It was on vibrate because I was in public, and I'm too considerate of other's, and didn't want to bother anybody.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket, putting up a pointer finger to tell Tre'on to give me a minute. I opened the door for him, and he mouthed "I'll be waiting in the car for you", or atleast that's what I could understand of it.
I answer the call and step outside of the cafe. "Hello?" I ask.
"Hi, is this Desmond?" A female voice asked. It was a very familiar voice, and it probably belonged to that wolfie I had met yesterday. I knew few females, and even less knew my number. Who else would call me, anyway?
"Yeah, who is this? I'm pretty sure I know, but i just want to make sure.." I awkwardly say.
"It's your favorite-est wolf, Angelie!" She said with a chuckle. "I was calling to see if you were awake, and if you wanted to hang out today. I knocked on your door, and noone answered, so I just thought i should call you. Sorry if i woke you up, but I'd like to come in if you're in your apartment."
"Oh. Actually, I'm out for coffee right now, and i was going to spend the day with a... Good friend of mine." I say, looking over to see Tre'on wiggling excitedly in the driver seat. I smiled and slowly waved.
"That's fine. I'll just go and see if any of my girlfriends need me watch their pups, kits or cubs. How about tomorrow, or next weekend?"
"We'll see. I'm kinda just going with the flow right now, but I'll definitely put that on my priority list." I tell her, not knowing if we'll get together or not. (Scroll all the way up, I want your guys' input!)
"Alright. Make sure you let me know, I have nothing better to do." She said. She really wanted me. I wondered why. We hardly knew eachother, and I wasn't even that sexy.
"I will. You have a great day, Angel."
"Looking forward to it! Bye hun!" She said, excited.
I hung up and saved the contact as I slowly walked to the truck. I would think of what to do later, but right now I just after to relax.
I opened the door and Tre'on started the car. I don't notice something other than his hand waving at me. I notice he wasn't buckled in, which was odd, because he was always--usually safe. When i looked at the buckle, i noticed that it was his black member greeting me.
It was obviously intentional, as it was erect. I initially look away, quite surprised that he did that. Not really. I was drawn to the figure, no matter how hard i tried not to look at it.
I mean, it's what he wanted, so why not give him the attebtion he deserves? I stared at the figure hungrily and I weakly chuffed.
He noticed my staring and he said "Soo, you know how i just bought your doughnuts and coffee? You can repay me now, or I'll give you some interest rates." He said, trying to hold back a smile.
"We're too close to home. Take the long way, and I'll enjoy the main course of this breakfast." I say, leaning over to kiss his tip.
"Deal! And before you say it, i will buckle up. But after my treatment."
He pulled out of the café' and turned, going further away from home as i hid his tip safely in my mouth and sucked. I couldnt get all of his cock, and i pulled the lever on his chair to let him slide back a little.I put my fingers in his waistline and pulled his pants and underwear to his knees. He lifted to assist me.
I closed my eyes to lose myself in the moment, and i couldn't help but purr. I felt him try to buck his hips, but he refrained. I move my head down to about a fourth of his shaft. I bob my head, turning my head clockwise as I went down, and counterclockwise as i lifted
I never let his tip leave my mouth when i went up, and i circled the back of his tip with my tongue whenever possible. From experience, i knew that feeling was heavenly. We were both circumcised, and i was glad. Circumcision also removed barbs for felines, so that made blowjobs possible as well.
I moved my head down, now noticing the slight musky smell he emitted. I pressed my nose against his "baseplate" and deeply smelled his wonderful scent. His cock was just short enough to allow me to breathe, but maybe it was the position.
I found it rather difficult to suck with cock this deep in my mouth, but i tried my best. I didnt lift my head, and just rolled my tongue around the whole of his shaft. It rolled left and right, and i pulled it back and forth.
I wanted to jerk off, and my erection hurt. It was suppressed by my extremely tight pants. Tre' on moaned as we came to a stop. I saw a slight red reflection from the back window, and knew that we weren't home. Tre'on was now leaking alot of pre into my mouth, and i had to swallow every seven seconds.
I went up and sucked his tip as hard as i could. I had no intentions of going down any time soon, until he moaned and used both hands to push me down all the way. He humped lightly as well, sending his hot, thick cum into my throat. I gagged at the first two ropes, as it was unexpected. I shoved my head down hard, not caring how it made my face feel.
He removed his hands after the fifth rope. I was quite surprised that he was still cumming. I took it as a compliment, and i kept my head pushed down as he pulled the seatbelt over the back of my head, securing my head down as tight as possible. He let out a few more ropes, each giving less of his delicious seed. It was rather tart, but my slut self didn't care.
I purred to assist him with filling the rest of my mouth with the cum that dribbled out of him. He stayed buckled up for the rest of the 5 minute ride. We parked in the suite's parking lot and he turned off the car and unbuckled. I slowly took my mouth away from his manhood, my lips air-tight around his member to keep all of his juices in my mouth.
I swallow and now notice his smile, and face of utter ecstasy. He pulled up his pants and underwear and I moved over and got on his lap. My legs were folded and on either side of him, my ass hovering over his crotch. My cock was still incredibly hard. I booped our noses together and began to kiss him.
He opened his maw, and I did as well. We both waited for the other to stick their tongues in our mouths, and eventually, Tre'on did. He put his massive paws on my ass as his tongue searched for any remnants of his kit-mixture. His tongue was longer than mine, but mine was fatter. I closed my mouth as i pulled away, holding my breath to not breathe into his face.
I hold his head with my paws and go back in for another kiss. This time, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. I widened my tongue and pulled his face into mine. I didn't want to pull away, but i really wanted to bang him. He did say all day.. Exceptions being time between our sessions, of course. Was it an unrealistic goal?
I pulled my head away, a string of saliva connecting our tongues. I close in again to steal it, pulling away again with a smile. Alright, one more kiss. I couldn't help but kiss him two---- three more times.
He eventually playfully pushed me away, saying "Alright, alright, alright.." We both giggled and stared into eachothers' eyes. I loved him so much, and I was still hard. My underwear had more pre than me in them.
"Your turn to carry me," I say, getting off of him and moving back to my seat.
"I already know, I've been looking forward to slamming you onto the bed." He said, looking at me with lovingly-squinted eyes as he exited the car.
He came to my side and opened my door for me. I turned my body towards him, opened my legs and arms as he stepped closer. My erection was slightly dying, but that was fine because at this point, it would become an obstacle.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, his semi-erect manhood pushing into my taint. He backed up and i drooped a little, our crotches now mashing together. I loosely hung my arms around his neck and i rested my cheek on his plush, yet firm chest.
He moved his massive paws to my butt and fixed my position, lifting me so that i had to lay my head on his shoulder. He moved to the other side of the open door and walked into it, closing it with my back. I kissed the side of his neck and he put a paw on the roof of his car.
He pulled away from the car and walked around the car, opening his door and leaning in. My head rested on the console as he loomed over me, his eyes and facial expression full of his devious sexual intents. I thought he was going to be a sweetie right here, but I should've known better.
He reached an arm over and removed his keys from the ignition. I wondered why the car didn't stop humming, but I noticed it was Tre'on purring when he licked the bridge of my nose.
"I bet you want me to fuck you right here, right now just like this, don't you?" He asked.
"You know I do."
"Too bad! You're gonna wait until we're not in the open."
"Then close the door, jackass!"
"Nah, not enough space. Just wait, you little slut."
"Only for you..." I mumble as he exits the car and closes the door. He presses a button on the keys, locking the doors.
He readjusted my position and walked towards the doors to the complex. Angelie's car wasn't in the parking lot, so I guessed she had already left. I tucked my tail between his legs, and curled the end of my tail around the base of his.
It wasn't all that comfortable when he walked, but he, and witnesses of our love probably found it adorable, so it was worth it. A ferret exited the building, and Treo'n rushed to catch the door. He proceeded to 'sashay' through the lobby with me latched onto him, attracting the attention of the clerk and some residents, but most were focused on their phones or eachother. Noone was without a smile, though, and I felt like I contributed to that.
We headed up the empty stairs and shortly got to our level. We passed Angelie's apartment, and I felt somewhat bad for avoiding alot of interaction with her. Tre'on reached a paw into his back pocket and grabbed his keys. He unlocked the door, pushed it open just a little, and kicked it open. Not hard enough to break the door, but it hit the wall and closed half-way. I purred in anticipation as he walked towards our bed and slammed me onto it.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one paw. He grinned and began to chuckle at either the feeling of dominance, which I can understand, being a feline myself, or at the thought of being dominant of me. I watched him undo his pants and between his legs, I noticed the door was open.
"Go close the door, you sexy hunk!" I say, putting my feet on his chest and playfully kicking him off of me. My shoes came off in the same motion
He took his time walking to the door, and I crept behind him. As soon as the door shut, I pulled his pants to the floor, coming to a knee. He initially tried to hide his bulge, but then tried to play it off by pulling his underwear down. I was eye-level with his butt and took this opportunity to spread his cheeks and put my nose as close to his tailhole as possible. I smiled and took a nice breath in.
"What is it with you and my ass?" He asked, twisting his upper half to partially look down at me.
"No idea. Maybe it's your sweet ass. Maybe it's your soft fur, or you even softer insides..." i say, happily remembering how he felt. "Or maybe I'm just weird."
"Definitely that last one. You might just be addicted." He said, pulling my head away with one amazingly strong paw and turning around, releasing my head.
"To you! And love in general," I say, happily burying my face in his groin, inhaling his lovely musk.
I felt his cock stiffen. It dragged across my cheek, and continued to scale my head until it sprung up and rested between my ears. I reluctantly backed up and got to my feet. He stepped out of his pants and kicked his shoes off, looking at me with a smile.
"Why don't you go ahead and get naked, and get on the bed again?" He asked, turning around and bending over to pull his socks off. He only turned around to tease me.
I put a thumb between me and my underwear and smoothly pulled both them and my pants off off, taking my socks off while i was bent over. I dropped the clothes on the floor as I backed up, pulling my shirt off at the same time as Tre'on, though he did it alot faster. Tre'on walked towards the bed, one foot infront of the other. He was rubbing his genitals to maintain his erection I kept backing up until the bed hit the back of my legs, making me fall back onto it.
"Wanna take me like this?" I asked as he stopped infront of me. His clothes trailed from the door, and mine were in a nice pile.
Tre'on shook his head and pointed down, twirling his finger, gesturing for me to turn around. I remained on my back as I rotated, my head loosely dangling off of the bed. I was upside down as he bent his knees, which were only a few inches away from me. I felt the bed lower on either side of me where he set his paws. His cock pressed against my lips, seeking entry like a cub anxiously waiting for a candy shop to open.
I squeezed the tip of my tongue through my lips to tease him. I saw his tail wag in irritation and felt him knead the bed. His tail stopped, and i felt the bed raise where one of his paws were. I closed my eyes, not knowing what he was gonna do. I flicked my tongue, causing some pre to dribble out of his cock. I was getting lightheaded from the bloodrush to my head, and it only got worse when he dug his fingers into my side, and began to tickle me. That was my weakness. He tried his best to not scratch me, only nicking me a few times.
My mouth sprung open and i obnoxiously laughed for maybe half a second before his cock was shoved into my mouth as deep as possible. His paw moved back to it's spot on the bed, and he got all the way over me. He purred, and I tried to, but was too busy suckling on his dick. He tried to push more of his cock into my mouth, though it was already fully in. His thighs were touching both sides of my head, and his balls were pressing hard onto my nose.
He pulled back a little for me to breath, and after about four seconds he began to hump at a slow pace. I started to suck, and my tongue danced around his member. I heard him moan before his head softly fell onto my crotch. He was still purring, and my tip pressed hard onto his throat, feeling his strong purr. I felt myself leak sticky pre on his neck, just above his collarbone.
"Want me to tend to this?" He asked in a low, soothing voice before he licked the base of my cock.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth enough for me to whimper "Please!" before shoving it back in and humping hard before settling down again.
"Not yet, but I'll tease you a little."
He put his knees on the bed and grabbed my head with his lower legs. The head of his cock lay behind my lips, dripping a huge glob of pre onto my tongue every few seconds. His penis was pointed straight down into my mouth, and he raised my head with his legs, sloppily ramming my face into his crotch. I closed my eyes as his balls mashed into them. He grinded hard into my face every time he raised it. I continued to suck and my tongue wildly danced on his manhood.
He finally moved one paw to my cock to hold it upright, putting more weight onto my body. He moved his head up and down, his tongue barely out of his maw as he trailed it up and down the length of my cock. I felt pre steadily draining from my pride, and he took it upon himself to stick his tongue out all the way, and press it against the 'bottom' of my cock. His tongue was just long enough to cover that whole side of my penis, which my pre crawled down.
He took his tongue back in once to swallow before wrapping his lips around my tip to catch all of my pre. The tip of his tongue danced just behind my member's head, and I wanted to cum so bad. The feeling was orgasmic itself, and I wanted nothing other than to fill his mouth with my seed, but nothing came out other than a ton of pre, which came in waves, almost. I tried to move my paws to his balls, but his legs were in the way of my arms, and i could reach no further than his butt.
I felt him tense up and i saw his tail stiffen. I heard a muffled moan as he crossed his legs behind my head and lifted my face into his groin. I tickled his face with my tail as he poured his semen into my throat. His penis was in as far as possible, and i got to taste absolutely none of his sweet cum, which i had been waiting for. What else would i suck dick for? Well, a few things.
He slowly lowered his head all the way down my shaft, held it at the bottom for a few seconds, and came back up. He used his hands to push himself up, where he crouched over my head. His penis was still lodged in my throat, and it couldn't have been that comfortable for him to move like that. He put a foot onto the floor and, with his fingers pressed onto the bed, began to lift, removing his penis from my mouth.
Now that i was able to speak, I said "I wanted to taste that and you know it, Dickwad."
"And? I said 'All day', so it's not like you won't get the chance." He said, standing up fully and almost falling, but doing some weird one-footed turn/hop thing to stay on his feet.
"Whatever, but it's my turn to cum now." I say, trying to be 'dominant'. It's not exactly my cup of tea, and I was totally out of place for acting dominant towards someone who is much stronger than me. But only because he worked out and such, of course.
"Actually, no. I don't know if I'll be able to maintain an erection by the time you've finished up with me, so give me one more, and then it's your turn."
"Fine, but I'm going twice as well."
"You might."
I scoffed and rolled onto my stomach, and then got on my knees. I scooted to the side to be infront of him, and I was just barely taller than him. I kissed his forehead and pressed my body against his, though it was awkward in this position. For me, atleast. Tre'on wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned inwards, but not enough to make me fall.
He nuzzled my head and said "Can you think of any small places we can go?"
I was going to say 'Under the bed', but then realized that the frame wasn't even an inch off of the ground. "The closet?" I suggested, thinking of no good tight space that we could fit in, and have enough room to have sex.
"Nah. Just gimme your butt until I can think of something." He said, moving back and turning me around.
I said nothing and bent over, pressing my chest against the bed. I felt my penis, which was covered in pre which was beginning to dry dangle between my thighs, slightly rubbing both. My pre painfully clung to each strand of fur it touched, but it didn't matter to me. I lowered my rear end just enough for my ass to be level with his head. I hoped I was clean as I spread my cheeks for him.
He paused for a moment, likely observing my offering and thinking about what he was going to do with it. He put his paws on the back of my ankles for support as he leaned in and pressed his tongue against the lowest part of my taint and licked all the way up to my tailhole, where he pulled away in hesitation. I understood how intimidating it was to stick one's in another's butthole, but he must've atleast been curious. I curled my tail around his neck and purred as he dragged his tongue back down my taint, the soft and wet underside of his tongue caressing every bit of that area.
I began to look back at him, until he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back, making me sharply gasp and my eyes get big. My torso was on the bed, and my legs hung off, my eager cock pressing hard into the side of the bed. My feet lightly touched the floor as he crawled over me. I impatiently moaned as he placed his massive paws next to my shoulders and his maw between my ears. His whiskers prodded my ears and parts of my neck when he breathed.
I fixed my hands' position on my butt, and spread my cheeks again. He gradually put more of his weight on me as he wriggled back so that his body 'outlined' mine. His cheek now rested between my shoulderblades and his crotch perfectly covered my rear. I moved my tail out of the way, and his dripping tip pressed against my hole. I teasingly clenched a little, not to trap his weiner, but to prevent it from entering me.
"Knock knock?" He jokingly asked, humping twice to mimic a knock,
"It's open!" I whisper-yelled, unclenching and placing my paws over his.
I bit my lip as his dick rushed into my tight, hungry first-timer hole. He pulled most of it back out slowly, and left the tip in. I felt his pre deeply seep into me, slightly lubricating my innards, even though it was a little late for that. He slowly pushed more and more of himself into me until his full length was hidden inside of me. Tre'on grinded, moving his hips in an elliptical motion. He fully extended his arms, taking most of the weight off of me.
Even though all of his member was already inside of me, he strongly pushed forward. I felt his stiff, incredibly hard cock stir up my insides as my own painfully pushed against the side of the bed, which was soaked and sticky around the area my manhood touched. I moaned excessively loud for him and he, seemingly in response, pulled half of his dick out and started fucking me properly. Our bodies met in hard, yet gentle clashes which produced a nice clap sound.
He lowered his head and bit down on my scruff, purring and lifting his head again. My head raised with his, and limply drooped so that i faced the bed. The outermost blanket was a total mess. It drove me crazy, but I also didn't care that much. He was still steadily pounding my ass, and the soreness from his initial entry was fading.
Several minutes passed, and my genitals were aching with pleasure. I wanted to cum so bad, so I said"Please, can I cum now? This is absolutely killing me."
"Go ahead, but you're cleaning it..." Said Tre'on, slightly muffled by my scruff.
"I can't just cum on command. I need some stimulation, and you know you'd be cleaning up my mess." I quietly chuckled. and turned my head back as much as he allowed me to look back at him. It didn't work very well, and he pulled my head back into its prior position.
"Just give me a few more minutes. If I'm not close by then, I'll let you have your turn." He playfully shoved my face into the bed to silence me. He knew me enough to know that I would've continued talking. I sluttily moaned for him as my balls began to throb even more than they were previously.
Tre'on humped hard and fast for maybe another thirteen minutes. Time was flying, and I didn't mind mind 'forgetting' to cut his turn short. At this point, I felt bad about kinda rushing him earlier, and I wanted him to do nothing more than take his time. I wanted to prioritize his pleasure over mine, anyway. He weakly released my scruff from his maw, and I rested my cheek on the bed. My eyes were relaxed and half-closed. Tre'on was panting and I could feel his exhausted, heavy humps land on me.
"Desmond... I'm about to, uh...." He said, quite winded.
I shushed him, stopping him from speaking anymore. "It's alright, baby, let it all out into me. Or on, if you prefer." I say, not out of breath as my role required little to no movement.
He groaned and moaned as he gave one final thrust, leaving himself in me as deep as he could. He shot his thick, hot creamy ropes of cum inside of me, too far in for me to initially recognize, but it slowly dripped into the regions I could feel and find great pleasure in, right around his manhood. Rope after rope was released into me as my cock continued to ache in agonizing pleasure. I wondered when he would be empty, and I could finally tend to my member's pleads. I wished he were more controlling during this session, but he had a soft spot for me. Or maybe it just wasn't in his nature.
Finally, after what felt like five minutes of him steadily pouring his love mixture into me, he pulled out. "You went too deep to... 'See the results'." I say, jokingly upset due to the absence of a creampie, though my ass was certainly full enough for it.
"You have two nuts to bust! Do whatever you want with them." I felt the strand of his seed that connected my hole and his plug snap.
"Yeah, but I have better things to use them on than a creampie." I say as Tre'on gets up. I try to keep my body as close to his as possible, standing up with him and turning to face him.
"Oh, is that so?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and grabbing my ass. He lifted me, and our cocks were briefly beside one-another.
I left a vertical dotted trail of hyperactive pre on his abdomen. My tip pressed into him just below his pecs, where I leaked more onto his fur. He noticed and smiled at me, and kissed my head-level belly. The rest of my pre fell down the same path it came up, curving into his belly button where some accumulated until it spilled out and fell straight down from there.
He lowered me a little and puckered his lips, closing his eyes and expecting a kiss. I lowered my head and tilted it to the right as I kissed him. The ends of our whiskers met. I wrapped my legs around him and instinctively pushed into him. It hurt my dick, but t was a good, manageable kind of hurt.
Tre'on pulled his head away and asked "After your two turns, wanna wash off?"
"What's the point if we're gonna fuck all day?" I said, expecting that he would remain true to his word.
"Yeah, but all of this cum is gonna get dry and I don't expect that to be very comfortable."
"We have tongues to clean that off, and I'm your little slut. I'll tongue-bathe you until you're absolutely soaked or clean. Whichever comes last." I said and smiled.
Tre'on chuckled and fell forward, landing me onto the bed. He moved back and got on his knees, still on the bed.
"I thought you wanted me to clean you?" I asked.
"Yeah, but that can wait. It's your turn. Just shut up and let me tend to your needs." He retorted then moved a paw to the base of my member.
His paw was almost instantly covered in my glaze as he lightly jerked me off. I somewhat wanted to protest, but I couldn't speak due to my seemingly forever sought-after pleasure. He purred loudly when he saw my blissful facial expression and felt my hips buck uncontrollably. His paws moved to my inner thighs as he wrapped his lips around the head of my manhood. I moaned so loud, the neighbors definitely heard that one. My eyes widened and I sucked in my lips, grinning hard.
He wasted no time sucking my dick, and twisted his head as he went down until his wet nose touched my baseplate. I lost it when he did this, and my paws flew to the back of his head. I struggled not to grab his scruff or force his head down, and I stroked him instead. We made eye-contact, and I blew him a kiss. He grinned at me and slowly blinked.
It had only been a few minutes into the blowjob, and I was already about to cum. I planted my paws on the bed once more, and fought the urge to wrap my legs around his head and force it down as I dumped my semen into his throat, but I chose to be nice and warn him.
"Tre'on, I think... I'm about to cum?" I looked away in embarrassment as he took my member out of his maw.
"Relax. I won't count it as a turn if you want." He offered. My eyes slightly widened and I looked at him as he began to jerk me off.
My eyes slightly widened and I looked at him with an indescribably loving face. I felt the love pour from my eyes, and my face conveyed the emotion far better than my words could. He grabbed down a little harder, and moved his hand alot faster. He opened his mouth as far as possible and move his head to be in the optimal position for my 'nectar'.
"You sure? I mean, I'm not complaining, but it's a little unfair to you." I said, not trying to push it too far and stopping there.
"Yes, I-" Tre'on began to say, but then I started cumming.
He re-moved his head to catch my seed. Part of the first rope landed on his nose before he had his head in the right place. His tongue was soon hidden, and his teeth had a new, swirly-cloudy white coating.
I gave him several more ropes, giving him a full cheek with enough leftover to cover his tastebuds. He sucked whatever drizzled out of my tip, and went down on me once more before pulling his head away and looking at me with a smile. The corner of his lip was white, from nothing but my handiwork.
"Stand up so I can clean you off, but don't swallow," I said and hesitated to continue, as I wasn't sure how he would respond to it, but I said it anyway. "If you love me, that is." I sat up as he backed away, then turned so that my legs were off of the bed, and properly stood up and made my way to him.
I rubbed my manhood to ensure that my erection survived. Tre'on turned his body to face me, and I crouched. I now noticed that he was already only half-erect. I lap and suck our mess from his manhood then take my tongue into my mouth, sticking it back out and scraping it against the upper lip to keep his seed in my mouth as I went for more.
My tongue laid flat against him just below his bellybutton and slowly crawled up his body, not stopping at the bellybutton as I new he would've hated the feeling. I kept my tongue out, as it never got too-full for me, as my trail was rather skinny. The fuller my tongue got, I pulled it back a little more to be able to hold more on it, using the bit closer to the end of it. Being honest, the flavor wasn't very enjoyable, but I showed him no sign of not enjoying it.
When my tongue got to the end of the line, I curled it as to not leave any residue on him. I cleaned my tongue and swallowed everything I had in my mouth, then got back down and quickly licked along the trail once more to ensure he didn't have anymore nut on him, though we would shower later anyway. We booped nose, and a little bit of the cum that was still on his nose clung to mine.
"Can you hold this real quick?" I asked, pointing to my mouth. I tilted my head back when I said that to not spill anything.
Tre'on nodded and opened his maw, slightly bent his knees and tilted his head back. I got onto my toes and looked into his eyes. He put a paw behind my head and pulled it down for an open-mouth kiss, in which I deposited what little seed I had in my mouth. Hardly any saliva came out with it. I licked the walls and roof of my mouth and swallowed what I scavenged, which I had more than earned.
There was a deep level of trust between the two of us. I don't think there is another person other than Tre'on spit, in any form, in my mouth, and the same probably went for him. I wanted to marry him right now, despite only being 'together' with him a little over a full day, unless yesterday didn't count. But whatever, I couldn't tell myself enough that he was perfect for me.
"I love you, Tre'on, so fucking much!" I whisper and normally kiss him.
He was being a good boy and didn't swallow per my request, and instead mumbled several syllables to say "I love you more.", or "I love you, too.". Our lips stayed connected, except for all of the many wet-sounding smooch sounds we made for the time we kissed, five minutes or so.
My half-hard cock pressed and rubbed against his crotch and inner thigh, helping me maintain my erection, not that it mattered to me anymore. I booped our noses together and said "I love you the most!" in case he meant the second option.
Both of his cheeks puffed up considerably as he pushed everything into them. "Prove it." He said through his teeth and grinned, pulling away from me and jumping back onto the bed.
He almost hit his head on the headboard. He lifted his butt off of the bed and raised his legs as high as possible. I crawled onto the bed on all-fours and kissed his balls and the side of his handsome member. I knew that if I got into the position I wanted to, I would've hit my head on the headboard, so I grabbed his calves and pulled him back a little, further messing up the blankets, sheet and pillows.
I got tired of ruining the blankets and ripped it off, throwing it to the side. I had almost fallen off of the bed, but my knees were on just enough to prevent it. Tre'on's body was just several inches from my own. His hind-paws were on either side of me. I purred as I grabbed his ankles and pushed them up, rising with them to be able t lift them higher.
Most of his back was off of the bed. Only his shoulders and shoulderblades touched the bed. Everything else was in the air, leaving his body at maybe a fifty-degree angle. I was standing... On the bed. It was a pet-peeve of mine, but the situation called for it. I spread his legs excessively wide and walked closer to him.
I saw that his chin was pressing into his chest, so I asked"Are you comfortable?".
He grunted a yes, though it didn't sound very comfortable. He grinned to make it more convincing, but his pecs hid a good portion of his smile.
I exhaled a chuckle and pressed my anxious tip against his tailhole, and didn't hesitate to force my length into him. I bent my upper half to put my face nearer to his. Our eyes met, and I felt my pupils dilate rapidly as if having an orgasm in love. I moved my paws from his ankles and pushed into the bed near his head. His legs rested on my shoulders.
I lightly stroked his cheeks and started humping. My humps were hard and initially slow as the position was awkward for me. After I slightly changed my stance and got a better footing at the sheets' expense, I was able to fuck him at a normal pace. I gradually sped up and watched his cock sway and smack against his abs, which were slightly folded over one-another.
I looked at my stomach and back at his, directly comparing the two. His stomach was alot more muscular, toned and sexy than mine. Tre'on said something that I couldn't make out as I zoned-out a little and go lost in thought. I forgot what I was even thinking about, but it probably pertained to his abs or something similar. Whatever he said was short enough to be a "Hey!", and I was able to hear the rest because he paused for several seconds before continuing.
I don't think I stopped humping, but I sped up to account for any possibly lost time. "Are you alright, Desmond, baby?" He quietly asked, moving his head to the side to get my attention. His tone was almost feminine, which I didn't think was physically possible for him to talk like that.
"Yeah, just zoning out. Hey, what do you think we would be right now if either of us had made the move sooner?"
"I don't know, probably still in this bed. I'm glad you did it when you did, though. I wouldn't have us any other way. Hell, it might have actually complicated some things if we were together any time before."
"I love you so much..."
"I love you too, and you said that a few minutes ago."
"I know, but that doesn't make me love you any less." I said as I kept pounding his ass, maybe even harder. "Isn't this romantic? We're sweet-talking during sex."
"Is it?"
"Think it's very romantic. Or atleast cute.
"Oh, you're just a romance addict."
"And do you know who's supporting my addiction?" I ask then boop his nose with my finger and giggle with my mouth closed.
"Shut it!" Tre'on playfully said, baring his teeth in an extreme smile before he pulled me down onto him.
My penis dragged itself out of him in a way it didn't much prefer, and it pressed into him for a brief moment. I rolled onto my back right next to him, and looked over into his face. I blew a kiss and he rolled over onto me. We both purred and he shuffled his body over a little, turning mine slowly. I complied and turned for him.
My head hung off of the bed, until he scooted forward. now half of my back was off of the bed, and if I laid back all the way, my fur touched the floor. I lifted my head to see his position over me. After a few long seconds of holding that position, I began to feel the burn. Tre'on was straddling me, his legs folded and on either side of me.
My cock pushed into his balls, and I could see its outline through his thick, soft orbs. I pulled my tail from under me as he looked down at me with a grin. He moved a paw to the tip of my cock through his balls and lifted his body slightly, his hind-paws' claws digging into the sheets.
"Can I move back onto the bed now?" I asked, my back beginning to hurt.
"If you can do it without getting up." He said, letting go of my dick to allow me to move.
I wriggled ever so slightly back and forth until my feet hit the headboard. Tre'on's balls rested on the lowest part of my throat, and his tip pressed into my lips. I saw how badly he was tempted to hide his cock between my lips. With an inaudible sigh, he moved down to his spot over my lap in a slow backwards waddle. The cold air made my penis painfully dry and sticky.
Tre'on reached a paw down and grabbed my member once more, keeping it still as he moved his body to take it in. He scooted forward a little, leaving my tip in him. He got off of his feet, slowly falling back onto his butt. Luckily, the landing went smoothly, and my whole cock was submerged in his hot body. He stretched his legs out towards my head, and began to lightly bounce on me.
I grabbed his hips and helped him bounce. As he came down, I humped into him as hard as possible. I slowly descended as he raised his body, and we slammed into eachother much harder. Every few times he came down, he would stay and grind in big circles, and back and forth. His mouth stayed closed, and he didn't seem to swallow his spit.
My legs would've been hurting if I was in his position, and maybe his were hurting. But he wouldn't say anything about it even if I asked him. Tre'on raised to a crouch, and lifted a little bit more so that my cock was out of him. It was incredibly hard and heavy, and stood up straight in the air, exception being it's slight curve to the left. He placed a paw in front of his face and opened his maw, dumping all of the spit in his mouth into his palm. I removed my paws from his hips, and rested my arms at my sides.
His paw was mostly full, and he reached down and, without rotating his paw and spilling its contents, grabbed hold of my manhood. He pawed me off very lightly, and my hips twitched whenever his hand went around the soft, super-sensitive area behind my head. His paw was soon empty, and that whole area of mine was drenched. He soon took me back into his butt, and the feeling was much enhanced due to his spit.
I couldn't describe how it felt, but it just felt better. It felt even better for Tre'on, judging by his facial expression. One of his eyes were closed, and his lower lip was being lightly bitten. I smiled and blew a kiss at him. He puckered his lips, and I extended my arms. I crossed my arms behind his back and stopped humping to pull him onto me. We kissed, and I began thrusting again.
Only about half of my length could enter him in this position, but it didn't matter to me. His legs were spread and half extended to give me as much access to his innards as possible. He pressed his cheek against mine and tucked his forearms under my body to hug me. I hugged him back and listened to his light breaths.
I felt his happy, more-than-content member press hard into both of our bodies. He grinded into me, and I could only imagine how my soft fur felt to his sensitive penis. I grabbed his ass and pushed down, my fingers spreading out to grab more.
We continued this for about thirteen minutes, and I was finally about to reach my climax before someone knocked on the door. It was a quick, light knock. Tre'on rolled off of me and scrambled for his clothes. I got off of the bed and wiped any saliva, pre and cum off of me with my undies before putting them on.
"Be right there!" Said Tre'on, his voice calm but loud-ish. He looked down and made a verbal sound of disgust, more or less frustration at the inconvenience that my sticky, dry seed on his torso caused.
"I got it, you just clean up." I tell him, bent over trying to pull my pants up.
Tre'on grabbed all of his clothes and scurried off into the bathroom, closing the door behind him for no apparent reason. I heard the sink turn on as I walked up to the door, still shirtless and for the most part, clean of any mess. I licked the front of my teeth and swallowed to insure I had nothing in my mouth--that was visible, anyway.
I exhaled and opened the door. Of course, it was Angelie, who I just noticed was slightly shorter than me. She said "Heya!" before blushing and looking down at her feet after noticing that I was shirtless and sweaty.
She wore a dress that was either a really dark red, or a shade of purple. It covered about three inches of her thighs, and I could see that she was wearing really short shorts under the dress for obvious reasons. She looked great in the dress, though. "What do you want?" I asked, raising an arm to place a paw ontop of the door.
"Well, the staff are putting on a movie later, and I wanted to see if you wanted to come."
"Would my uh, roommate be able to come with us, and when exactly is later?"
"Sure, they can come. The poster in the lobby said it's free for those that have lived here for atleast a consecutive month, and still currently live here. I think the movie starts at like 7:30."
"Oh. What time is it now?" I wanted to ask what movie it was, but she probably didn't know. Didn't matter to me anyway, I appreciated a free movie.
She pulled her phone out of her pocketbook to check the time and said "It's almost 6:30.".
There was no way it was already that late, although I never checked what time it was at any point during the day. Time was either flying, or I woke up alot later than I thought. "Oh! Where are we going to see the movie?"
"To that one theater, like a block away."
"Ah, OK. Well let me go grab a quick shower, and I'll make my way there."
"You're walking? Are you sure, I can give you a ride."
"Yeah, it's not that far away." I say and begin to close the door, seeing the look of slight disappointment and opening it again to jokingly say "By the way, you're too overdressed for a movie."
"No I'm not!" She said, inspecting herself then tapping me on my shoulder with a smile. She put her phone back into her pocketbook and hugged me. With one arm, I returned the hug before she stepped away, looking at me over her shoulder.
"Alright, bye! I'll see you there!"
She turned with a smile and put a paw up as a bye before turning around and walking away. I closed the door and took my clothes off once more, walking to the bathroom as fast as I could.
"So who was that?" Tre'on asked, swinging his feet and sitting on the counter thing next to the sink. Some of his fur was wet, and he was once again naked.
"A neighbor. She wanted to let us know that we can go watch a movie at that theater like a block away, paid for by the manager for here."
"When?"
"The movie starts at 7:30 I think. Not sure if many people will be going, and I don't even know what movie it is. Also, it's 6:30."
"Do you wanna finish up with me, or?" He didn't seem to be as dumbfounded as I was when I heard the time.
"Absolutely, but we can do it later."
"Alright, do you wanna just get washed and go?"
"You read my mind." I said and walked out to grab all of our clothes. We could wear them again since we had only put them on today, and they weren't visibly dirty.
I stopped halfway back to the bathroom to pick up the blanket and throw it onto the bed. I set our clothes next to the sink and stepped into the tub with Tre'on, who decided that we would shower. By now, my erection had gotten disappointed and gone away.
We showered for a surprisingly short time of maybe only 15 minutes, but I was bad with time. We washed ourselves and eachother off without it being sexual in any form. I admired his sexy body without getting hard, and for some reason, I absolutely loved that about us. We kissed after he turned the water off, and we stepped out to get dressed.
We soon stepped out of our apartment, completely dressed and ready to go. Angelie had probably already left. We held eachothers' paws as we walked down the hall and then the steps. We held paws as we left the lobby, and a few others were preparing to leave as well. None of them looked as happy as us. We held paws on the sidewalk, and I corner-eyed him every second we walked together.
We eventually reached the movie theater. I opened the door for Tre'on, and bowed to him as he walked in. He laughed, not taking me seriously. I scoffed and ran in behind him with a smile. Angelie was waiting for us by the worker who would let us through. I had no idea what else to call him.
"Hey, Desmond!" She called out before saying something to the guy and coming to me and Tre'on as we walked to where she was. "I already told him you two were with the rest of us," She said as we walked right past the guy.
She led us into the room where the movie we were going to see was, and walked through the aisles to our seats, which were in the upper middle.
"Don't we get to choose where we sit?" I asked.
"The guy said not unless many people don't show up..." She said, which seemed odd to me.
I still didn't ask what movie it was, as I wasn't particularly interested in the movie itself. I sat inbetween Angelie and Tre'on as some seats were taken. More and more furs walked in as the lights began to dim,and the advertisements started to play. The seats had buttons on them to recline, and me and Tre'on laid back all the way. Angelie leaned back a little, maybe halfway. We didn't get any snacks or food, but I wasn't into popcorn or many other greasy foods, and Tre'on wasn't that big on them. I wonder why Angelie didn't get anything for herself, especially being that she was here before us.
Angelie reached over my lap with an open paw, saying "Oh, and by the way, I'm Angelie!" with a quick smile. I hoped that she realized who he is to me.
"I'm Tre'on. Sorry for not introducing myself any earlier." Said Tre'on, grabbing her paw and smiling at her. They made brief eye contact before getting back into their comfortable, relaxed positions in their seats.
When the advertisements were at their peak loudness, I leaned to Tre'on and whispered "Dude, do you love me?" into his ear.
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?"
"Prove it.. Paw me off as soon as the movie starts." I said. I had it all planned out.
"What?!" He sharply whispered.
"You heard me. And yes, I'm being serious. I'm already unbuttoned so all you gotta do is, well, reach your paw in there and do me a favor."
"We'll get caught!"
"No, we won't. Trust me. Everyone will be distracted by the movie, and the only person here so far that would be able to see it is Angelie, but that won't happen. Not to mention, you still owe me "
He sighed and whispered "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm fisting you."
"Ooh, you can do that anyway."
He chuckled and playfully whispered "Shut the fuck up!".
Soon, the advertisements were over. I looked over at Tre'on, and he didn't look back at me, trying to ignore me. I silently laughed as I placed a paw on his thighs. My fingers danced over to his crotch. I saw him try not to smile, and I exhaled a laugh. He finally looked at me, with a surprising amount of lust in his eyes.
I looked back at Angelie and after seeing that she wasn't paying any attention to us, nodded to Tre'on. I looked forward as to not draw any attention to me as Tre'on stuffed his meaty paw down my underwear. He quickly grabbed my member as best as he could, and began to paw me off. His paw made my pants' zipper undo itself.
My pants now had an open 'V' shape going down my crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination for any potential spectators. There was barely any room to move in there, so I pulled my underwear down with a thumb, fully unleashing my penis. The waistline of the underwear pressed hard into my balls from underneath, but it wasn't necessarily a bad sensation.
Now Tre'on was properly jerking me off, though the overall motion was very limited to avoid being noticed. I wasn't paying much attention to the movie, but I could so far tell that it was something among the lines of a romance-comedy. Emphasis on the romance. I looked to my left to see if Tre'on was watching. he was, but I couldn't tell if he was paying any attention to it.
Tre'on tightened his grip as hard as he could as Angelie laid her chair back all the way to match mine and Tre'on's. She rested her head on my shoulder, yet she stayed watching the movie. My eyes widened like crazy, and I looked over at Tre'on. He mouthed "Oh my god!" at me and slowed it down. My member was as exposed as it could get, and I blushed a little.
Not knowing how to deal with Angelie and not knowing if she sees my member and isn't saying anything, I say "Don't you miss when you could go to the movies in a car?"
She looked up at me and said "I think they still have those?"
"They do?"
"I hope. Those used to be so awesome."
"I remember when I was a kid and my mom used to take me, we would always sneak so much food in there."
She giggled and said no more. I felt her shift a little before she sat back up, probably not comfortable in these seats. She pressed a button on the chair to sit up a little. Somebody sat infront of me, and their head's shadow perfectly covered my crotch, even though it was already dark enough. Now there was even less chance anybody would happen to see my manhood.
Tre'on once again sped up and even used the thumb that belonged to his busy hand to rub the sensitive part around the edge of my head. Because I was listening for it, I heard a small, quick single slap sound. I tapped his arm with my elbow and pointed to my penis, then shushed him.
"Do you trust me?" Tre'on whispered into my ear.
"Sometimes," I say with a smile before saying "Yeah, why?"
"Watch this." He whispered before covering my junk and tapping Angelie's shoulder with the same hand that was just beating me off. He leaned over and asked her "Can you go get some popcorn or some other snack? I'll pay for it." before lifting a little to grab his wallet from his back pocket. I had no idea how he could comfortably sit on that. I mean, it wasn't all that bulky, but it couldn't have felt too good.
"Sure. Can you tell me what happens while I'm gone?" She asked, reaching a paw out to accept some money from Tre'on. The light from the movie made it hard to see what he handed her, but it looked like two twenty dollar bills. She got up and, being exceptionally horny, I couldn't help but look at her butt. I quickly looked away, but I did take my time to appreciate her good build.
As soon as she was out of our sight, Tre'on said "Just wait. I'm about to pull something slick.". He paused for a moment before pulling my cock out once more and telling me to scoot closer to her seat. He pawed me off until he saw her coming back to us.
"Also, we'll need a codeword or phrase for when I'm about to cum." I suggested.
"How about 'This wasn't that bad of a film.', or something close to it?"
"Sure, that'd work."
Angelie came back with a medium popcorn. She sat down and leaned over to give Tre'on the change. I was nervous as hell. My member was out and standing up like a flagpole.
"So, what'd I miss?" She asked, awkwardly leaving her arm just hanging there.
"They got in a taxi and kept glancing at eachother before the guy told her his name and smiled. She smiled back but was quiet until the end of the ride where she told him her name, rolled her window down enough to stick a piece of paper with her phone number on it before rolling it back up, leaving the piece of paper stuck and facing in. Basically she left him to pay the taxi, and gave him her number for no reason." Tre'on said before taking a breath to say "Also you can keep the change."
She nodded and folded the bills and stuffed them along with the coins into her pocketbook, leaving the popcorn in her lap. "Thanks!" She said as Tre'on reached over to grab a paw-full of popcorn.
He winked at me as he began to pull his arm back, purposefully dropping a few pieces between me and Angelie's chairs. "Oops." He said for Angelie to hear.
There was enough room between the chairs for him to stuff his arm between them, where he "tried" to get his popcorn back. His lips went around my cock and he began to briefly suck my dick. He went all the way down twice very slowly, and sucked hard until he removed his lips from my meatstick to avoid making a sound. He drooled onto my cock before pulling his arm out and giving up, going back for some more popcorn.
My cock shined in what little light hit it, and Tre'on put his popcorn in the other paw to beat me off once he sat upright once more. I stroked his head once and said "Good boy."
"What?" Angelie asked.
Tre'on playfully jabbed me with his elbow as I said "Hm? Can i have some, uh, popcorn?"
"Of course!" She said, moving the popcorn closer to me. I grabbed a few and reluctantly ate some popcorn with Tre'on. He made it more than worth it.
I looked at him pathetically, and he chuckled at me. I tried to make an even sadder face, but made myself laugh. After several minutes of him jerking me off, my member became dry, and his motions were slightly hurting hurting me as his hand slipped over my head.
I leaned over to Tre'on and whispered "Would you mind wetting it again?"
"Why can't you?"
"Because you're doing the work here."
He sighed and put his paw to his mouth. After collecting all of the spit in his mouth onto his tongue, he stuck out his tongue and licked the ends of his fingers, leaving most of the saliva on them. He lightly grabbed my member once more and turned his paw as to not leave any part of it even remotely dry. It made quiet, but audible sounds.
I put a finger on the furthest side of Tre'on's chin and turned his head to face me. I tilted my head to the row of seats behind us and kissed him on his plush, inviting lips. In the feeling of ecstasy and love, I neared my climax. I began to search for the words of warning, but was drawing blanks. I lightly bucked my hips, which hopefully gave it away.
I let my head back as I came, and at that moment, I didn't care who saw. The first rope shot kinda high up, but the other ones calmly hopped out of my member, mostly landing on Tre'on's hand and my pants. But part of the very first rope landed on Angelie's thigh. I saw her flinch, and she got some of my cum with her finger.
She brought it up to her nose and smelled it briefly. I could ell that her body made her stop sniffing, but she quickly resumed. I corner-eyed her blush and smile. She looked down at my member and blushed even harder. Even I blushed when she looked at my face, but then she licked it off of her finger. Being in a relationship, I didn't know how to feel about that. I was in the wrong, regardless.
She dipped her finger in my love-sauce once more, and stuck her finger in her mouth again as Tre'on asked "So what am I supposed to do with your mess? And what happened to the warning?", obviously not noticing what Angelie had just done.
"Do whatever with it, and I for-- I, uh, didn't want to draw attention by speaking because... Whatever," say with a chuckle, and start to begin talking a little more before he rubbed the side of his palm onto my cheek and lips. I initially tried to move my head away, but quickly smiled and opened my mouth for him to quite literally rub it in my face.
Angelie pressed her cheek against my shoulder once more and whispered "Can you get me some more?". I could feel her smile, and I didn't believe that she had said that. Well I could, but so shamelessly, though I was in no position to refer to anyone else as shameless.
Not knowing how to say 'no', and not wanting to be potentially blackmailed, I wiped the cum that was on my tip off and moved the finger close to Angelie. She once again smelled it, and shortly wrapped her lips around my whole finger. Her mouth was incredibly soft and velvety. Perhaps to entice me, she sucked on my finger. To not let it go to waste, I wiped my face with my paw and licked my seed off.
Tre'on got up and said "I'm gonna go wash my hands. Behave.", playfully tapping my face twice. I bit at his hand and he playfully hissed, then laughed before walking away.
"Now that we're pretty much alone, can I get the rest?" Asked Angelie, stooping her head close to my manhood.
"I can't, Angelie. You do know that Tre'on and I are in a relationship, right?"
"Alright. And uh, I'm sorry for being this way towards you, I'm not like this but you... Spark with me in a way I cannot describe, Desmond. But I do have one- no, two requests."
"And they are?" I ask, cracking a grin.
"First, I want you to get the rest of that cum for me, and second, I want you to come over and chill either tomorrow or next weekend, if possible."
"We talked about that on the phone this morning, I thought?" I asked as I scraped the petty amount of my cum off my pants, and wherever else it was before offering her my finger, which was surprisingly drenched in it.
"Yeah, but I really want it now... And you should bring that panther with you, too." She said before pausing. "Oh, and it definitely doesn't have to be sexual! I'm a babysitter, I have plenty more and better things to do, but I'm definitely down for a threes- I'll stop."
"Thanks. I'll talk to him about it either sometime tonight, or early tomorrow. No promises, and if we can't do it tomorrow, it'll have to be in two weeks because Tre'on's birthday is Saturday, and I'm going to spoil him next weekend."
I leaned over and hugged her, not caring that my penis was still out. I kissed her cheek once before pulling away from her and lifting my body to pull my pants back up. Tre'on soon came back in and sat on my lap, placed his paws on my cheeks and kissed me. I loved him so much more than I could describe. I corner-eyed Angelie smiling at us.
"Also... Thank you for that. It means alot to me that you'd do something so risky for me." I said.
"It's not like it was my dick that was out, though I am kinda super hard."
I chuckled and asked "Was that my second turn, or?"
"Does it matter?"
"Not really. I'm soft anyway." Tre'on dismounted me and got back to his seat.
My seat and his seat were symmetrical and had moveable armrests, so I took it upon myself to lay my head on his lap. The rest of my body was on my seat, and my legs were awkwardly turned so that my feet stayed on the ground. The seats in front of us were short enough to provide me a great view of the screen, though I hadn't been paying any attention to the movie, and probably still wouldn't. I smiled at Tre'on as he stroked the top of my head.
"You can put your legs on me. Just not your shoes, OK?" Angelie offered as she set the chair back.to make it comfortable for me. She also pulled the armrest up, making it parallel with the upper portion of the chair.
I lifted my legs and swung them over so that my knees were above her lap. I scooted up so that my shoulders were right next to Tre'on, and my calves rested on Angelie's lap. I felt like a really big kit, and I liked it. I blew a kiss to Tre'on, and started to watch the movie. I now noticed that the theatre was much fuller than it was when Tre'on got busy with me. I couldn't help but tune into the movie. The last like, fifty minutes of it weren't all that bad. The actors and actresses were nice-looking, and weren't that bad actors. The plot was kinda shit but I didn't mind. When the movie ended, I swung my legs off of Angelie and gradually sat up.
As we stood up, Angelie said "Oh, hey Desmond! I just thought about it, but how about I come over to your guys' place?". I looked over to Tre'on, who didn't hear and asked her to repeat it.
Tre'on looked at me. I shrugged, and he said "We left it in a mess. Like, a huge mess."
"That's fine, I can help clean it." She offered.
I snickered to Tre'on and said "Nah, we've got too much pride. Give us an hour to clean it, maybe?". I looked back at Tre'on, and he showed no signs of opposition.
"Alright. Are you guys going home by foot?"
"Yeah, me and Desmond are gonna take our time and enjoy the walk back."
"The hour starts when we close the door to our apartment." I added with a grin.
We walked out of the theater together and as soon as we went out of the door, Angelie hugged me before heading to her car. Me and Tre'on headed home, holding hands again. Angelie got in her car and started it. I looked back and waved at her. She smiled at me and waved as she passed us. It was significantly darker outside than it was when we went in. It was now something like 9:00.
"So who is she, anyway?" Tre'on asked.
"A friend, I guess. She gave me a ride to that interview, and was real friendly. We just met like, as soon as I left our apartment that day."
"Oh. What's her room number?"
"I actually forgot." I say and chuckle. "I do know she's a babysitter, and is on the other side of our hall somewhere."
"She's a cutie," He jokingly said, lightly punching me in the arm.
"I mean, if I weren't dating you, I'd be all over-and in that." I say and kiss him on the cheek.
"Oh, is that so?" He devilishly asked before slowing down.
Before I could look back at him, he swept me off of my feet and picked me up. I instinctively squeaked in surprise.My knees went over one of his arms, and his other arm was below my back. I kissed him and he began to run with me in his arms. I laughed happily and looked into his eyes. He kept looking forward, but occasionally glanced back into my eyes with the same smile I wore. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder. He ran with me until we were on the same street as the complex.
Tre'on set me down at the front door and we walked in holding hands. When we got to our level, we saw Angelie waiting at her door. I waved, and she smiled and pointed to her wrist. I chuckled as we opened our door and Angelie closed hers. I walked in behind Tre'on, who picked up the blanket before setting it back down upon noticing the messy bed, which we needed to fix prior to setting the blanket on. Luckily there seemed to be no places where there was an excess of cum. And then I walked closer. I saw small trails of seed on the sheets, and it definitely had time to dry and soak through to the bed. Talked in the bathroom and I heard the sink running.
He came back into the room with two wet washcloths. He threw one to me and said "Start scrubbin'.". I caught the cloth and walked towards the bed.
He took off the sheets and set them on the floor. He tried his best to get it off as i started working on the huge spot on the side of the bed, which I made while I was bent over it. It was coming out surprisingly nicely, but it stunk of stale cum. I was soon mostly done with that spot on the actual mattress, so I went into the bathroom to squeeze out the cloth and get it wet again with hot water, and a little handsoap in an attempt to both make it smell better and clean it a little better.
I went back to the bed and scrubbed the spot i had just worked on for a little, then moved to the little streaks and drops on the top of the bed. I was working on the largest accumulation of seed, when I said to Tre'on "You might as well put the sheet in the sink or tub and work on it in there. it would probably be alot faster."
"You know what, that's a great idea." He said with a grin, picking up the sheet and taking them into the bathroom along with his washcloth.
I heard water running for a short while as I happily scrubbed away at the bed. I eventually moved to get the smaller, less significant blotches of cum. Luckily, only this bed was really dirty, and his old bed before the merge was pretty untouched by our sex liquids. Doing this was probably a good temporary solution, but I don't really think it'll stay clean for that long. Nobody would notice that we had made that much of a mess, though it wasn't too hard to guess that me and Tre'on were so far very sexually active. I wondered if that would persist until the end of our days together, be it soon or decades into the future.
I was done cleaning the bed as far as I knew when I walked into the bathroom with Tre'on. He was wringing out the sheet over the bathtub. I came behind him and placed my paws on his stomach, the tips of my fingers crawling between him and his underwear. I set my chin on the end of his shoulder, and turned my face to kiss his cheek. Our hips began to sway in unison, and my paw went further down his trousers. I separated my middle finger from my ring finger to put his cock between them.
He continued to wring out the sheet as he slowly hardened. I chuckled and kissed his cheek once more. I took my paw out of his pants and moved forward enough to kiss his lips. I kissed his cheek as I moved back and moved to his side to help wring out the sheet. Eventually we were only squeezing out drops, so we stopped putting alot of effort into it and set it in the sink to let whatever was left dry out.
We went out and laid on the bed for maybe another 20 minutes just looking at each other, cuddling and occasionally kissing. We figured it was about time for Angelie to knock on our door, so we got up to get the sheet and make the bed. The bed looked better than ever, and soon enough, someone knocked on the door. I let Tre'on answer this time, and he opened the door all the way to let Angelie in.
I noticed she was wearing the same dress, but she was no longer wearing those hardly visible shorts. She sat on the bed next to where I was laying, and Tre'on sat next to her. he probably would've sat next to me but I was on the end of the bed. "Hey." I said.
"Your apartment looks great!" She said, feeling the slightly damp sheet.
"Yeah, it was that hour of cleaning. It hasn't looked liked this for a while." Tre'on said.
"Anything specific you came to do?" I asked.
"Nothing, really. Just wanted to come check out your apartment, and chill." She said. Tre'on leaned back and jokingly winked at me. I smile and almost laughed.
"Wanna talk, or something?" I asked.
"How about truth or dare?"
"Sure, so long as the dares are somewhat tame." Tre'on said.
"Aw...." I said.
"Alright. I'm first, I guess," Angelie said before asking me "Desmond, truth or dare?".
"Truth."
"How many children would you like to have?"
"Two sounds good for me, but as many as my mate would want." I sad before asking if it was now my turn, as I hadn't played this game in forever. It was my turn so I asked Tre'on "Truth or dare?".
"Dare."
"Go out to the balcony and stick your bare butt out and scream 'Look at me!'. Make sure to wiggle it."
"I thought I said tame, but alright." He said as he got up and walked around the bed.
He opened the sliding door, which was next to where his bed used to be. I loosely followed to watch and make sure he did it. Before stepping out, he went above and beyond what he was expected to do by completely removing any article of clothing below the waist and leaving them by the doorway. As he was turned away, walking to the balcony's rail, I grabbed his clothes and tossed them to Angelie, who was still sitting on the bed. "Hide them!" I mouthed, struggling to not snicker. I got excited and frantically moved back into a proper position as he stuck his ass over the end, his penis hung directly below. I now noticed how dark it was outside, and it was probably hard to see his dark ass right now, anyway.
"Yoooohooo! Look up here!" He called out, looking below and wiggling very enticingly. He stayed put for a few seconds and proudly walked back before realizing his clothes were missing. He covered his junk, looking at Angelie and asked "What'd you do with my clothes?". Everyone in the room blushed, but everyone other than Tre'on was failing at containing a smile.
He took off his shirt very carefully as to not show Angelie his member, and sat back on the bed with it on his lap. I moved back to the bed and laid back like I had been prior. His penis must've been between his thighs, because there wasn't even a bulge. Even I didn't know where she put them, but I found this situation very funny. Not to mention he was very fit and sexy, and nobody minded. He probably didn't mind to an extent.
"Alright, my turn then. Desmond, truth or dare?" He asked me.
"Truth."
"Where's my clothes?"
"I actually have no idea, I'm not the one that hid it." He gave me a look of disbelief, and I asked "Is it my turn?".
"Nope, it's mine!" Angelie said, cocking a grin before asking "Tre'on, truth or dare?"
"Truth, because dares for me seem to be terrible." He said with a chuckle.
"I don't think this is much better, to be honest. But, what would you do to get your clothes back?"
"I mean, I could just go get changed but I'll have some fun and say kiss you." He looked at me and stuck his tongue out. I wouldn't mind that much, as it was innocent enough to me.
"Well do you wanna?" She asked him.
I then butted in, saying "Well, it was truth, not dare."
Tre'on, looking a little awkward, nodded in approval and notified me that it was my turn.
"Angelie, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
I could think of nothing immediately, and I would try to remain tame as per Tre'on's request. And then it hit me. "I dare you to give Tre'on his clothes back." I said, looking at Tre'on's happy face and Angelie's disappointed expression before continuing. "But, you have to dress him. Under supervision, of course.". Tre'on blushed and looked at me in awe, slowly shaking his head.
"Well, let's start with this, I guess." Angelie said, picking up Tre'on's shirt and slipping it over his head. He put his arms through the sleeves himself. She faced him, but was looking down into his lap. She cracked a smile, and you could see the intent in her eyes. I couldn't blame her, he did have a beautiful cock in my opinion.
Angelie got up to get the rest of his clothes, which were in the closet. I looked at Tre'on and felt kinda silly. She set the pile of clothes on the bed where she sat and specifically grabbed the socks. She took her time putting them each on him, and she silently and happily stared at his crotch. His face showed that he was a little embarrassed but, much to our enjoyment, he was slowly gaining an erection. It rose from between his legs until peaking at a nice, exposed angle.
I scooted over to Tre'on and sat up to whisper into his ear. "Can I kiss your tip before she puts it away?" I asked. I only asked before doing so because he may have gotten embarrassed, or something.
"I'm not stopping you, but you could do a little more while you're at it." He whispered with a chuckle. This time, I blushed.
I pushed him back a little so that he leaned on his elbows. I rested my head just above his cock, and slowly lifted. I gave his head one long, passionate smooch and then began to lick it where his tip met his shaft. I licked up and down, and circled it for maybe a minute. I looked at Angelie, who was enviously watching me, and I decided to tease them both more by going down all the way. I held my head there for several seconds, turning my head side to side a little to make it a better experience for him. Without touching his cock with my lips, I pulled my head away.
His cock was absolutely soaked in spit, and he was surely leaking pre. I could taste a little on the end of my tongue. I moved away to let her keep dressing him. He lifted his feet to let her out his underwear around his ankles. She lifted them to his knees and pushed her body forward, dragging his underwear up along with her body. The underwear was halfway up his thigh when her lips made contact with his shaft. She looked up at him and missed it gently.
"Having fun, Tre'on?" I teasingly asked him as I moved to lay on my stomach on the floor. My legs were bent at the knee, and I playfully swayed them up and down as I held my head up with my paws and stared directly up Angelie's skirt. She definitely wasn't wearing those shorts anymore, which allowed me to observe that she was soaked. Her skimpy panties offered even less protection when damp, and I wondered if looking at her like this was OK with Tre'on.
He weakly shuddered a "Mmhmm" to my question, and I chuckled. Angelie pulled his undies up all the way, and I got back to my spot on the bed. I was incredibly hard, and it was beginning to hurt. I shoved a paw down my pants to fix my penis' position as Angelie hurried up with his pants, being that there was nothing else to take her time with.
Tre'on shifted, adjusting his clothes as Angelie got between us again. "It's getting late, guys." Angelie said, looking at me and Tre'on back and forth before standing. "I'm gonna go to my place for the night. Thanks so much for this, and I'm sorry if I went a little far with you. Goodnight, and I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright, goodnight, Angelie, and it's fine." Tre'on said, standing up with her and walking forward to open the door for her. I followed and got Angelie's attention before hugging her. She hugged Tre'on before walking into the ball and looking back with a smile. Tre'on waited for her to close her door before closing ours.
"That happened quickly." I said.
"Yeah. See, I wanted it to be tame."
"You jinxed it!" I told him before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him.
"Wanna bathe before bed, or?" He asked.
"Not really, we'll just get dirtier in the morning. Let's just get naked and open the balcony door to make it cold and force us to cuddle."
"We could just cuddle," Tre'on pointed out.
"Yeah, but we could drift apart while sleeping."
Tre'on happily scoffed as he yanked my pants down, getting his own while he was down there. I stepped out of my clothes and went to crack the balcony door open. I undressed all the way on the way back, and Tre'on was already on the bed, naked.
"Is it your turn to hold me?" I asked.
"No idea, but sure."
I laid in bed next to him, out clothes all over the floor, and asked "So what was the point of having her dress you if we were gonna take it off not even five minutes later?".
He shrugged then put his arm over me. "One more thing," I said. "She wants to know if we'll come over tomorrow for games or anything. I told her it's up to you. No idea if it's sexual or not, but I don't think that was her intention of inviting us."
"I'll think of it tomorrow morning.... Oh, son of a bitch! We forgot to eat dinner!"
"I'm not that hungry. Are you?"
"No. Just thought you would be."
"Are you callin' me fat?!" I jokingly asked, turning back to look at him with a smile.
"I'll show you fat!" He said , humping my ass hard with his concrete member. I chuckled and pulled the blankets over the naked, exposed sexy parts of our bodies before starting to try to go to sleep. It felt weird to sleep this early, but there was nothing else to do today and plenty to do tomorrow.
"I love you so much, Tre'on, and goodnight."
"I love you too, baby. Goodnight. " He missed my neck, and I couldn't kiss him back right now. I felt his pride make itself snug between my buttcheeks. It was a wonderful fit, and I pushed my butt against him, though I was sure he was already sleeping. I had no idea how he did it, and I stayed up maybe another 20 minutes just smiling before i finally fell asleep. |
Becoming A Dragon Slayer by Momchil the dragon slayer | A dragon killed my family and friends when I was ten years old. It had been ten years since that and now I will avenge for them... or will I? - This is the story how I killed my dragon, after all I am dragon slayer, right? I hope you enjoy reading some action and adventure! Becoming A Dragon Slayer | [
"Death",
"Dragon",
"Surviving"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150783-becoming-a-dragon-slayer | This is the story how I killed my dragon, after all I am dragon slayer, right? I hope you enjoy reading some action and adventure!
Becoming A Dragon Slayer
I was 10 years old when me and my family were going out of our village and into the wild for two days. I was excited and it was year 970 - the year when my parents died. We were out of the village and into the close forest. We were an ordinary, norse family and my father was friend with our jarl - the leader of the village. After a hour of walking, I asked my father "Dad, can we have a rest?" "Yes, son. Let's just walk a little bit down this road and we will have rest." - my father answered and I nodded. We stopped by a river and we drank some of the pure water. It was summer and it was warm. We continued walking and were now out of the forest and in the open fields, from where we had a great view of the true beauty of the mother nature. We saw something in the distance flying and due to the distance we were seeing it, it was huge. My father said "No way... RUN!" I was a bit scared now and I didn't know why we had to run but I did what my father told us and we hid under the trees of the close forest. We watched as the figure got bigger. And bigger. And now I could see that it was a huge reptile-like thing with big wings and black eyes. It had white scales and light yellow tummy. It had four sharp, straight horns. We ran towards the village and my father hugged me and kept running and my head rested on his left shoulder and I could see the dragon going past us. We weren't far from the village, but saw that the dragon landed, facing us. It opened it's large mouth and we went behind a rock and I saw a lot of fire, burning everything in it's way. We heard a loud roar. "This was a close call" - My father said after the dragon flyed away. There was a forest fire and we had to go somewhere out of the forest. We continued to run towards the village, but something happened while we were running. We saw the village burning and people running and dying from fire. Then we saw the dragon up in the sky, roaring and letting fire from it's mouth upon the people. It got closer to us and my father threw me in a hey stack. Then I saw my parents burning and screaming. I pushed my ears with my hands and started crying. I couldn't take it anymore. The situation was too scary and stressful for such a little child. I ran in the forest and didn't stop running even when my legs were aching a lot. I finally stopped when I was knocked out of tiredness. I woke up in the night and I was cold, so I gathered some sticks and two rocks. The process was very slow and annoying, but after a hour of doing that, I finally started the fire. It was warmer and I got to sleep. I slept and on the next day, I started building a house about ten meters away from a river. That is how everything started and in the next ten years of surviving in the wild, I had an axe, a sword, both metal and I had a house and food.
I was becoming twenty years old and it has been ten years. I wanted to revenge for my family and friends. I couldn't leave that dragon alive, so I prepared myself. I already knew the location of the dragon. It was in a mountain three days of walking and the direction was north-east. It lived in a cave and I have seen that dragon going in and out of it, not once. I got both of my weapons and enough food for a week. I got some water from the river and started walking towards the mountain.
End Of Chapter One
I hope you liked reading the first chapter of Becoming A Dragon Slayer and I will update soon. I will start writing the second book of Mercy And Xenan after I finish this story. Comment, follow and share! See you in next chapter! |
Atonement by Nahualmorph | Set a few years before "The Chronicles of the Final Gamer". Ashwin is on a mission that goes very bad, but at least he gets something out of it. - ATONEMENT By: NAHUALMORPH This is another story base in the world of James Campbell (FG for his friends). This one takes place a few years before | [
"Anal",
"Crocodile",
"Elephant",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Military",
"Underage",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145083-atonement | ATONEMENT
By: NAHUALMORPH
This is another story base in the world of James Campbell (FG for his friends).
This one takes place a few years before the start of the entire story series and focuses on Ashwin Venkatanarasimha, you can read more about him here:
[https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=759&folder=50211](https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=759&folder=50211)
Again, you should go and read the entire series, it's much better than my poor attempts at writing.
Ashwin belongs to: [https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/](https://z-jam-c.sofurry.com/) and he is used with permission.
James was kind enough to make this story cannon. So, yeah...enjoy.
The following story contains scene of male on male sex, as well as an implied rape scene. It is not intended for underage readers.
The snake struck fast, trapping the frog with its venomous fangs and coiling partially around the branch. The big amphibian croaked only once before the scaled lips sealed around its face.
The snake had only swallowed half of it as the heavy steel machete chopped its body in half along with the branch.
The small party of soldiers were walking in a single line. Seven of them, all wearing heavy combat armor, grey and black suits with black armor plates. The platoon leader, a muscled rhino, was the one wielding the Machete and opening the path, he was followed by a boar, two hyenas, and all the way to the back were a husky and an elephant.
Ashwin wiped his brow, adjusting the nylon straps that held the gatling gun he was carrying secured to his back. The 29 year old elephant panting lightly under the heavy Mexican summer sun of the Acapulco jungle.
They had been dispatched a month ago by the S.A.S. to track a drug lord, and were currently scouting for a hidden coke plantation.
A month of endless walks through the jungle and constant shooting and ambushes.
The elephant could feel the blisters on his feet bleeding again and the heavy weapon digging deep and scraping the tough skin of his shoulders.
Burdened as he was, he could feel nothing but pity for the dog marching in front of him. The husky's name was Bradley, he and Ashwin had been friends since the pachyderm joined the army.
The poor dog was completely drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He was only carrying his assault rifle, since Ashwin had offered to carry his backpack. But he was still wearing full body armor. Being from a breed used to low temperatures, the elephant could only imagine the hell his friend must be going through.
Ashwin noticed Bradley's steps were a bit unsteady and his body was swaying lightly.
"Sir. Oi think we oughta stop fer a moment, we been marching fer 'ours without a chance to rest, an' if we encounter the camp, ye'll want us in our top shape, roigh'?"
Both hyenas snorted and looked back. The rhino stopped as they crouched, hiding amongst the low bushes.
"We're not on a fucking school trip Hide, we're not stopping to have a fucking lunch break so you can tan your ass and enjoy a damn margarita. Those fuckers could be onto us and they could ambush us any second"
Ashwin frowned and was about to say something when a hand grabbed his arm.
"It's alright sir, we should continue" said the Husky between gasps, his legs shaking slightly.
"Heh, right, you need to walk just another 100 meters before you collapse and we'll be forced to drag your sorry ass back to base and waste a full fucking day...alright ladies, we're taking a break. Tusk, you look fresh enough, take position on high ground and stand guard. we move again in twenty minutes. Hide, go tend to your fucking boyfriend before his fucking pants give us away"
The two hyenas sat side by side as the rhino disappeared amongst the bushes, probably to relieve himself. Ashwin helped Bradley sit under a tree and started removing the dog's body armor.
"Man, you 'ad a chance to stay 'ome, why'd you agree to come to a place like this? O'hare already volunteered?" asked the elephant removing the husky's sweat soaked shirt and now working on his pants.
"Heh...O'hare would have joined the fucking cartel as soon as the team landed, you know he's a user. Besides, I know you're such a useless ass without my help"
Ashwin laughed as he lowered the husky's pants and underwear to his ankles, holding a rag and getting it wet with water from his canteen.
"hah, says the naked guy letting me run his 'ands all over 'is body" joked Ashwin as he started rubbing the wet rag over Bradley's chest and stomach, helping his body cool down.
The husky sighed and relaxed visibly, already feeling his breathing becoming more normal and the intense headache he had been hiding receding.
"Yeah right. You'll probably keep the rag and sniff it every night as you jerk off in your room in that shitty hotel we're staying at"
By now, Ashwin was pouring more water over the rag and swiping it over the dog's exposed crotch, chuckling and giving Bradley's balls a light squeeze.
"Fuck you. we're in the same room anyway, you stink the whole place every noight...and you're the one that keeps moaning every night, wanking loik a horny cub"
He continued scrubbing his friend's naked body until the Sergeant returned, zipping his pants.
"Alright you fags, stop jerking each other and let's get going. Those fuckers aren't going to wait for us to burn their shit all day."
Ashwin helped his friend get dressed and back into his armor and they resumed their walk.
Two hours later, The rhino was watching through his binoculars as a truck was being loaded with sacks of dried coke plants.
The small field was probably half the size of a football field, and it had a small glass greenhouse whet the plants were being stored to dry and be loaded to the still undisclosed processing factory.
At the moment, only a dozen heavily armed guys were loading the sacks into the truck as the coke saplings were being rinsed by a few other guys.
"This is not what I expected" murmured Bradley. "This plantation is too small to be their main field, burning this will be like putting a fire out with a water pistol, and we'll only warn the drug lord of our presence"
"Aye and those folks watering the plants don't look like they're making the big bucks, look at those raggy clothes...I betcha they're forcing them to work here...what is the Sergeant thinking?"
"I'm thinking If i hear you fucking gossiping like bitches in a fucking tupperware meeting i'm going to shoot you both right here. Now, Hide, get the big guy ready and get close to that truck. The rest, circle around and take position, as soon as i take the first shot, the rest of you swipes the entire area. semi circle formation only, I don't want any of you fuckers to shoot me"
"Sir, those seem like unarmed civilians being coerced into labor" said the boar. "Should we take them prisoner and interrogate them?"
"I fucking said swipe the entire fucking place, we don't need to interrogate anybody and any survivor will just be a pain in the ass to drag back to the village. They are the enemy, and I'm giving you the order to neutralize the enemy"
The boar simply nodded and they all split up into position.
Ashwin crouched a good 100 feet away from the truck, resting the heavy gatling gun against his hip and removing the lock, He looked at the people watering the plants, biting his lips. They looked like poor farmers, wearing old and ragged clothes, with misty looks and thin bodies. There was no way they were working here willingly. He knew where the first shot would come from. and as soon as the truck driver's head was pierced by the high caliber round He stood up and started firing at the truck, taking at least four of the armed thugs out before the rest scattered for cover. The elephant focused the fire on the truck, showering with bullets until it finally exploded. He could see out of the corner of his eye at the slaves (because what else could they be?) raising their arms and screaming in Spanish before a precise head shot silenced them. He focused his fire on the greenhouse, not really caring if there was someone inside, destroying the dry plants and unloaded sacks, gritting his teeth and hoping to drown the screams and cries under the sound of his weapon.
Ashwin finally released the trigger and looked around.
There was not a single survivor.
"Alright, pile them up and throw the bodies into the fire. Hide! what the fuck were you thinking shooting the fucking truck? we were going to use that gas to burn the fucking place!" yelled the sergeant.
"it'll burn anyway sir, the rest is nothing but dry plants, we 'ave acid powder in our backpacks, we can use that to burn the saplings and turn the soil useless"
"Well, since you so offered so fucking graciously you can do that, while we burn these poor bastards and rest"
Ashwin saluted and dug a couple canisters from his backpack, walking towards the field and sprinkling the corrosive powder over the saplings, He hissed as a few specks burnt his hands, and he knew that his boots and pants would also pay the price as well as his back, but he preferred that a hundred times over carrying the corpses of the dead and throwing them into the burning truck.
Later that night. The elephant moaned as he was laying over his bed, his uniform gone and all he was wearing was a sweaty shirt as the husky was kneeling between his legs. The elephant's hands and feet had been wrapped in a thin white film, compressing the blisters slowly secreting antibiotics and antiseptics to help the small wounds heal faster. The husky was holding Ashwin's generous balls to a side and applying soothing ointment to his right inner thigh.
"Awww that stings!"
"That means it's working stupid, now stop moving, i don't want to hold your balls longer than i have to"
The dog finished smearing the ointment over the elephant's friction burn and stood up, walking towards the bathroom to wash his hands.
"Now, let it get some air and hopefully you'll be able to walk without leaving your skin on your pants tomorrow"
"heh, yer just lookin' fer an excuse to stare at me junk all noight"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm going out. I met this lovely Macaque lady that wants me to groom her all night, so it's just you and your hand like every other night"
Ashwin sighed as soon as the husky left the room and looked around. A cave would have been more comfortable than the old hotel room they were in. Then again, the rest of the small run down village wasn't any better. Just a few scarce houses scattered around a dirt path. They barely had light and running water.
Ashwin sighed and looked at his pants and underwear laying over a chair, reaching to idly scratch his uncut length. wondering if he should put something up.
Fernando was usually knocking on his door by now, trying to sell him pirate movies or wash his clothes for him.
Fernando was a 14 year old crocodile boy that used to pester the soldiers everyday, doing small chores for a few coins.
Figures...The one time he really needed his pants cleaned, and the brat didn't show up.
The elephant signed and carefully slipped his boxers on, followed by a pair of loose shorts, slipping his bandaged feet into a pair of slippers.
"ugh...maybe the brothers will want to go and get some beer"
Ashwin left the room. The walls were dirty and the light bulbs flickered like they would go off at any time.
They were the only guests in the entire hotel. The hyenas were staying almost at the end of the dimly lit hallway.
Ashwin was about to knock on the door when he heard a muffled moan. The elephant stopped, thinking maybe the brothers were...engaged in other activities. Then he heard a slap and a well familiar voice sobbing.
"Please...aaagh...i can't...aah!"
Another slap.
"Shut up you fucking putito, now loosen up!"
Ashwin kicked the door open, seeing everything he needed in the second it took the hyena brothers to spring to action and reach for their weapons.
They were standing in front of each other, their hard shafts and balls rubbing together, and their arms wrapped around a struggling, naked, 14 year old crocodile, trying to push him down on their erections.
Fernando's cheek was slightly swollen and he had tears running down his face. The elephant could see his stretched tailhole already slightly puffy and with traces of seed running down his thighs.
The hyenas dropped the boy over the floor, not even bothering to conceal their erections.
"What the fuck Ashwin, you broke the fucking door!"
"Yeah, if you wanted a turn you could have just asked"
The boy looked at the elephant in fear, closing his legs and whimpering, bringing an arm to clutch his chest, a light trickle of blood running down his lips.
"Por favor...please...don't"
One of the hyenas turned and raised his arm, ready to strike the boy again.
"You shut the fuck up! we already paid you!"
But before he could hit the boy, Ashwin held the hyena's wrist and threw him over the room. His brother tried to intervene, but he got a heavy punch in the face, sending him in the opposite direction.
"How much did they pay you?" he simply asked the boy.
Fernando sobbed again and lowered his head, wiping the tears and blood from his face.
"twenty dollars...and two bars of chocolate"
Ashwin dug into the pocket of his shorts, throwing 40 dollars to one of the hyenas, then he picked the boy's dirty and torn shorts and offered Fernando a hand.
"Can you walk?"
The young crocodile nodded and took Ashwin's hand, leading him out of the room.
"Wait...what about the door?" asked one of the brothers.
Ashwin didn't even bother to answer, walking the boy back to his room.
Once there, he closed the door and helped the boy to the bathroom, sitting him over the toilet. Ashwin grabbed some gauze and disinfectant from his medipack and kneeled in front of the crocodile, cleaning his face.
"'ave they forced you to do that before?"
Fernando shook his head, blushing lightly as the big hand moved to clean the traces of seed and sweat from his scaled chest.
"No...i mean...they didn't force me....not at first. It was just they wanted to fuck me at the same time, and i couldn't take it, so they got angry at me and I got scared and they started beating me and..."
"'old on mate, you mean you've done that before?
The boy looked away in shame, for the first time being conscious about his nakedness and covering his crotch with both hands.
"Everyone does it, the soldiers give us money, and it's not like...like the guys you're fighting won't come here and rape us anyway when there are no soldiers. Your sargento did it too, he fucked me before the hyenas"
Ashwin had to grit his teeth in anger, but his ears flapped once, scaring Fernando a little. The elephant took a deep breath and continued cleaning the boy, coughing lightly as he reached his crotch, placing a hand on Fernando's leg.
"I need to clean you there an' make sure they didn't 'urt you too much. Alroigh'?"
Fernando nodded, moving his hands away from his crotch and blushing when the elephant spread his legs and looked at his slightly swollen tailhole.
Apparently, the hyenas had been impatient. The area around the croc's anus was slightly bruised, like they had tried to enter him repeatedly. Besides the obvious signs of penetration, the boy's penis was slightly bruised, like he had been roughly masturbated.
The elephant used the same ointment Bradley used for his friction burns and applied it gently to the boy's crotch. He grinned a little when he felt Fernando's cock responding to the constant stimulation and throbbing lightly.
"Heh, sorry mate, we can't give that the attention it needs, it'll probably hurt" He chuckled and returned Fernando his dirty and old shorts, wishing there was a way to get the boy some better clothes.
"Oi think you should stay here tonight, wanna check if the swelling is gone by tomorrow."
The elephant lead the boy to his bed and Fernando lowered his head, thinking perhaps, after all, the elephant was also looking for the same as the rest. But Ashwin simply wrapped an arm around the boy protectively and fifteen minutes later, the elephant was snoring loudly.
The next morning, after checking the boy was doing fine and the swelling had indeed gotten better, Ashwin gave Fernando a few more coins and the boy left the room happily, just as Bradley was walking in.
The husky raised an eyebrow and closed the door behind him.
"Well, It seems you didn't miss me yesterday"
"Aww, shut up, the boy was hurt, those fucking hyena brothers wanted a crocodile sandwich one way or another, and they didn't care if 'e wuz willing or not"
"Well, I'm sorry to say, but you probably shouldn't bring this up to the Sergeant, I know for a fact he won't do a damn thing" said Bradley removing his clothes and getting ready to go into the shower.
Two hours later, They were marching through the jungle again, looking for yet another field.
"You know this is fucking pointless. Why are we looking for the plantations one by one, when we could be looking for the processing lab, or even the fucking cartel leader himself?" questioned Bradley in a low voice.
Ashwin didn't say a thing, but he felt the same. They had the intelligence reports, they knew the most likely location of the main compound, and yet, here they were, boiling their balls inside their pants again.
It was as if the sergeant...
They all jumped for cover the second the first shot was heard.
Ashwin ducked under a tree and looked towards the path they were following.
Bradley's body was still twitching. The husky was laying face down, but Ashwin could clearly see the bullet hole piercing his head.
Shots started firing and the elephant was quick to pull his gatling gun, releasing the lock and pulling the trigger, aiming at the direction the fire was coming from.
Nothing happened.
Ashwin ducked under the tree again and checked his weapon. The small springs between the trigger and the barrel had been removed. someone had sabotaged his weapon.
"Wot the fuck? wot is this shit?" He could hear one of the brothers yelling as no shots came from their position either.
"they're useless, where the fuck is the Sergeant? and Tusk? where is Tusk?"
"Bobby! NOOOO!"
Ashwin could hear the enemy getting closer now, he could hear their boots stomping over branched and dried leaves.
One of the brothers cried and roared in anger, before a single shot was heard.
The elephant dropped his useless gatling gun and unsheathed his 18 inch knife, trying to move slowly back and close to the ground.
Something hot pressed against the back of his head. The smell of burnt powder reached his nose.
"levantate!"
The elephant dropped his knife and kneeled slowly as the hot barrel pressed against his head insistently.
He looked around. So far, he was alone with his attacker. In a swift move, he elbowed the gun away from his head, the shot coming a second too late as Ashwin quickly turned around and grabbed the assault rifle from the startled panther, grabbing his neck with his other hand and twisting it like a twig.
He quickly grabbed the rifle and shot, almost without aiming, getting the next cartel member square in the chest.
He didn't have time for another shot. A hot stinging pain on his left shoulder caused him to drop the rifle. two seconds later, he was surrounded by at least ten heavily armed men wearing military clothes.
A shark approached Ashwin and grinned at him, aiming at the elephant's face with his rifle.
"Lo siento gringo, te llevó la chingada"
Ashwin laughed as he placed his hands behind his head.
"Oi'm not a gringo you arse wipe. Oi'm British"
The butt of a gun hit the back of his head heavily and everything turned black.
The next time he opened his eyes, Ashwin was hanging from thick chains from a warehouse ceiling, completely naked and sweating. His feet barely touching the ground.
The warehouse was in the middle of the hidden production compound and had been under the unrelenting sun the entire day.
Ashwin growled when he saw the three bodies piled in front of him.
Bradley and the hyena brothers had been stripped of their clothes and gear. The husky's eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling and the other two bodies simply laying over his.
Ashwin started struggling looking up at the iron beam holding the chains, He followed the bean to where it joined the sturdy wall. The bolts securing the beam to the wall looked old and rusted, but he wasn't sure if he could break them.
There was a wooden table to his right, with a smaller table next to it with several saws, blades an axe and further down, a burning pit dug in the ground next to a few barrels of kerosene. Ashwin could see the handles of some tools sticking from the fire, but he could not see what kind of tools they were.
His struggles didn't go unnoticed, as soon the door opened, revealing the golden light of the setting sun. It would be night in 20 minutes or so. The shark from behind entered, followed by a black wolf.
"Hola gringo, estas comodo? Are you comfortable?"
Ashwin struggled to get free, glaring at the shark as the wolf went to the bodies, picking one of the hyenas and carrying him to the wooden table.
The shark walked towards the naked elephant as chopping noises came from the table.
"There were six of you yesterday. Now I only have four of you here, where is the fucking boar?"
Ashwin didn't answer, simply staring at the shark, hoping he would get within distance to grab him with his trunk of his legs.
Then it hit him...he only asked for tusk, not for the sergeant.
"It's ok, we'll simply burn the entire village, i hate asking twice" said the shark walking towards the fire pit, putting a thick glove on and taking one of the tool handles, stirring the burning pit.
"Let's test it" he said to the wolf, who grabbed one of the boar's arms and tossed it into the pit. The shark watched in satisfaction as the room filled with the scent of burning flesh.
"Heh, good. There'll be nothing left of you by tomorrow."
The wolf continued chopping the boar's body to pieces, throwing them to the fire as the shark pulled the tool he had been using to stir the mix of coal, tar and burning kerosene.
It was a huge machete. The blade red hot after hours in the fire, He approached Ashwin again with a malicious grin.
"You know, we usually use this on someone's balls when we need to interrogate them, but since this is not an interrogation anymore..."
He quickly pressed the burning blade against Ashwin's chest. The elephant screamed and again, his nose filled with the scent of burning flesh. only this time it was his own. The shark waited until the seared flesh stuck to the blade, before pulling it off, tearing a bit of burnt skin before using the sharp edge of the blade to carve a cut over Ashwin's trunk.
"Heheh, such a waste. But he said you wouldn't turn, so it's best to kill you" He returned to the pit, putting the machete inside and pulling another one.
The wolf had finished with the first boar and was now chopping the body of the second one.
"I've always liked carnitas" said the shark pressing the second blade to the already punished flesh of Ashwin's chest. Cauterizing the wound from the first blade and deepening the burn.
He removed the blade and Ashwin stopped screaming. He could feel his throat sore and his ears banging.
Had he really screamed that loud?
The shark moved the still searing hot blade to the elephant's face, and was about to take an eye out when the door opened.
Ashwin's sergeant walked inside, dragging Fernando in, holding one of the crocodile's arms firmly.
Fernando saw Ashwin and gasped, struggling in the rhino's grasp.
Ashwin looked at Fernando in the eyes and denied with his head briefly, biting his lips to avoid struggling at the sight of the scared boy. He knew if they got even the tiniest hint that he cared about Fernando, they would use that against him.
"It's done, village is burning and i have the little shit" The rhino grinned at Ashwin "hmhm, just make sure you erase every trace of them, I'll leave tomorrow. Are you coming or not?"
The shark grunted, looking at Ashwin, then at the machete, and finally at the young boy. He licked his lips and dropped the machete.
He kneeled next to the crocodile and lifted the boy's chin.
"Hmph...he stinks, I'm not fucking that until you give him a good cleaning"
"Let's go then, you can get one of your bitches to get him cleaned and meanwhile you and I can take a shower together"
The rhino grinned and the shark growled.
"Fuck you, I'm fucking the runt, but I'll cut your balls off if you try to touch my ass bitch"
The door closed and Ashwin sighed and growled as the wolf picked the machete, planning to finish what his boss started.
"Heh, first my friends an' now me...no matter 'ow much you try, yer not gonna be able to kill every male that's got a bigger dick than yours...specially the way those mosquitoes multiply"
Ashwin got a fist to the face, but the stinging didn't stopped his grin.
"Fuck you, pinche gringo!" screamed the wolf.
"Hit a sensitive nerve there? Oi bet you lot 'ave to fuck kids because no one else can even feel those noodles between your legs...that is if you even use it...or are you your general's bitch?"
The wolf roared and kicked Ashwin's balls and soft cock, causing the elephant to grunt in pain. The canine dropped the machete and started unfastening his pants in a haste.
"Te voy a hacer mi perra antes de cortarte la verga, puto!"
Ashwin took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he started counting in his mind and emptied his mind of everything else as he felt the dog's bloodied hands on his muscled rump.
The drug lord's complex was well hidden in the jungle, Besides the warehouse where they disposed of the bodies and interrogated their prisoners, there were two larger buildings to the right. One of them large enough to be a jumbo plane hangar, and a luxurious house on the far end. They were the lab and the druglord's temporary house. The shark and rhino walked inside the house, dragging the young crocodile with them, The boy seemed a little drowsy and his eyes were half lidded, they had evidently drugged him to stop his struggles. He simply handed the boy to a male goat wearing military clothes and holding an assault rifle. "Clean him up...and don't fucking do more than that, ok?"
The soldier saluted and took the half conscious boy in his arms as the Shark went to the bar and poured a couple drinks for himself and his guest.
"So, you get the boy, fifty grand, and two kilos of my best shit...what do i get in return?" asked the Shark sitting on the couch.
The rhino took the drink and sat on the opposite couch, rubbing his crotch through his pants.
"You get no intervention from the British military at all in your operations, interference with the US government. we delete all data they have on you...and I'll add an extra. I'm going to Amsterdam, keep in touch and you'll get a direct line to the European drug market...as long as i keep getting all the shit i can get...and more boys if you can find them, those are in great demand over there too."
The shark laughed and raised the arm with the drink.
"Well, Sergeant Willis, It seems to me like we're partners"
Willis grinned and accepted the toast, sealing Fernando's fate with a toast.
"Always a pleasure General Calderon"
The wolf grunted and pulled his softening cock from Ashwin's ass, giving the firm cheeks a hard spank and chuckling as he noticed a dribble of seed running down the inside of the muscled thigh.
"Awww. fuck...you were a great fuck gringo. I'm almost sorry to have to kill you"
Eyes still closed, Ashwin chuckled. He had been counting every second, knowing it was probably dark outside.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too"
Something wrapped around the wolf's neck, causing him to gag and struggle in panic. The flexible and strong trunk keeping him firmly in place.
"You guys always forget about me trunk. Hhheheh...shoulda chopped it off first thing"
He lifted a foot, slamming it down hard on the wolf's leg, shattering his knee instantly and twisting the neck with his trunk.
The naked wolf fell to the floor with a broken neck, gasping and struggling to scream to warn somebody, the last thing he saw was the leathery sole of Ashwin's foot as it crushed almost every bone in his skull.
The elephant kicked the body away and took a few deep breaths, gritting his teeth and tensing every massive muscle on his naked body as he pulled on the chains with all his strength.
"GRRAAAAHH!"
His biceps and wounded pectorals bulged and thick veins popped with the strain, but the chains holding his wrists finally cracked and broke.
Ashwin fell on his knees panting heavily, grunting in pain and clutching his burnt chest. He looked around and noticed some of their clothes were still piled next to Bradley's body. The only one that was not chopped to pieces. He noticed the second boar brother was still laying on the table, half mutilated.
Ashwin caressed the dead husky's cheek and planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Oi'm sorry buddy"
The elephant put his pants and boots on, not bothering with shirt and vest, since they would only hurt his chest more. He looked around, not finding any weapon except the machetes and axes.
He opened the door and peeked outside, seeing the only guard nearby was a coyote standing next to a jeep holding an assault rifle.
The coyote heard a rhythmic knocking on the warehouse's door and tilted his head, approaching the closed door and stopping a foot away from it.
"Que quieres?"
"traes cigarros?" asked a voice from the inside.
The coyote searched in his pockets, pulling a pack of cigarettes and opened the door. His face was entirely covered by a massive hand that pulled him inside and the door closed again.
Ashwin quickly snapped the coyote's neck, stripping his weapons and ammunition. Then he carried his corpse and the wolf's and tossed them into the burning pit, examining the kerosene barrels.
"Hang in there Fernando, I'm coming for ya buddy"
One of the things Ashwin liked about Mexican cartel leaders, was that they were so full of themselves and overconfident, especially when they are in their turf.
General Calderon apparently relied in his men keeping him safe, so he hadn't bothered to install any alarm in his white marble residency.
despite his bulky frame, years of training had made Ashwin quite silent when he moved. Silently opening a window of a lower room and quickly slipping inside. He aimed the rifle, checking the empty room and staying close to the door for any noise.
He went into the silent hallway and stopped. Seeing the Shark coming downstairs and talking to two of his men.
"I'm going to see if Pedro is done with the elephant, don't let that fucking rhino out of the house, I still don't trust him"
"Si mi general" said both men and saluted as the shark closed the door.
They barely had time to lower their hands before a heavy shadow came towards them, assault rifle on his back and with a knife in his right hand.
Ashwin quickly severed the first guard's spine, twisting the knife and pulling it out, swinging it hard and decapitating the second guard. The impact was so strong that it sent the headless body flying to land on the couch from the mini bar.
The elephant sheathed his knife and held his rifle again, slowly walking upstairs.
Fernando was shaking with fear, covering his naked body with a thin white sheet as the rhino lazily stroked the erection jutting from his pants and took a gulp from his drink, laying on a couch in front of the bed.
"Fucking Calderon, I don't see why i have to wait for him to fuck you first...you're my bitch!" He got up and slowly walked towards the frightened crocodile.
"Fuck him, he can have sloppy seconds when he returns"
Before he could even reach the bed, the door opened and Sergeant Willis gasped, then moaned as the butt of an assault rifle hit his stomach so hard, the rhino fell on his knees, vomiting blood.
Ashwin kicked him in the face and aimed his gun at him.
"Sergeant Patrick Willis. Under article 7, section 5, paragraph 5 of the code of military conduct and rules of engagement, Oi'm taking over command of this unit and placing you under arrest for the crime of poor unit management, defecting to the enemy side, aiding the traffic of illegal substances, treason, and accomplice to murder of British operatives. Resisting arrest will result in authorization to use lethal force"
The rhino groaned and tried to reach for the pistol still holstered to his waist.
Just then, the barrels of kerosene Ashwin had moved close to the burning pit caught fire, causing the warehouse to burst in flames violently and most of the soldiers going to check.
Ashwin saw his former superior reaching for his gun.
"Thank you for resisting arrest, sir"
He reached and grabbed the rhino by his neck. Not wanting to reveal their position with a shot, Ashwin hit the rhino's left side of his chest with an open palm, shattering his ribs and digging the bone shards into his heart. He released him and the rhino went on his knees, spitting blood. Ashwin bared his teeth and looked down at the dying rhino.
"This is for Bradley, fuckhead"
He punched the rhino's neck with an open fist, crushing his larynx and leaving him on the floor to die slowly as he turned to look at the still shaking Fernando.
"'ey boy, if one of us is gonna be naked every toime we bump into each other we should just stop wearing clothes...you ok?"
Fernando jumped from the bed and wrapped his arms around the elephant's waist.
Ashwin felt a slight shudder running through his spine and he kneeled next to the boy.
"Listen Fer, can ya make your way back to tha village?"
The crocodile nodded, slowly potting his clothes on.
"Pero...but...the village is destroyed, they burned everything"
"That's why they won't think of going back to look. Oi'll come looking for you soon, so you just foind a safe place with a roof an' wait for me. Alroigh'?"
He opened the door and walked out first, making sure the place was still empty. The slowly made their way downstairs and Ashwin lead Fernando to the window he used to sneak inside.
"Go now. Run next to the path and don't stop until you reach the village. Oi'll meet you there soon. Promise."
The young reptile disappeared amongst the bushes and Ashwin turned when he heard the house's main entrance door opening.
At least ten soldiers entered, stopping when they saw the bodies of the fallen guards. Before they could even react, the sound of metal against the marble floor made them turn to the hallway, where six grenades were lazily rolling towards them.
Ashwin jumped through the window before the explosion, quickly ducking in the shadows.
Now all he needed was to take care of the lab.
The elephant noticed the Jeep still standing close to the warehouse. With all the panic and the thugs trying to put two fires out, it was not guarded. He pressed against the ground and moved slowly, only when the shadows could conceal his movement. Reaching the Jeep and slowly hot wiring it. He removed the break and pressed a rock against the gas pedal. The Jeep roared and went directly against the lab's entrance.
The car crashed against the door and opened a hole before exploding. the remaining thugs started looking for the attacker, but Ashwin was already firing at them, he killed a muscled bear and wrapped an arm around his neck, using him as a shield from most of the fire as he aimed with his right hand, taking out another five men before the rest cowered inside the lab.
A few shots grazed Ashwin's legs and arms, leaving red bloody stripes, but he ignored them and picked a couple more clips for his rifle and more grenades from the bodies outside the lab.
Before going in, he threw every single grenade he could find through the hole at the entrance, quickly jumping through before the smoke from the explosions could dissipate.
He managed to locate a few hostiles in the two seconds it took him to get cover behind a pillar.
The elephant used his ammo efficiently, shooting in small bursts only when he was sure he would hit his target. The drug dealers retreated further into the lab and Ashwin dropped his empty assault rifle. He pulled a handgun and aimed with both hands, moving slowly and following them.
One of the soldiers was stupid enough to be waiting for him in the next room. Ducking behind one of the tables where they processed the drugs. Ashwin chuckled and shot at the glasses of chemicals that were over the table, the contents landing on the human's clothes and dissolving them. He screamed and got up, shooting aimlessly and killing one of his own men before Ashwin put him out of his misery with a well placed head shot.
Ashwin advanced, taking down another thug before stopping right outside the next room. he looked down and noticed the faint shadow of an enemy standing next to the wall, ready to ambush him.
The elephant bared his teeth and charged at the wall, obliterating both the wall and the guy hiding behind it, piercing him with his tusks and sending the lifeless corpse flying across the room. Ashwin simply wiped the dust from his eyes, not caring about the small cuts on his face and moved deeper into the lab.
When he ran out of bullets, he dropped his handgun and pulled an 18 inch knife, moving quickly from room to room, dodging shots and stabbing enemies as soon as they got within reach.
He finally reached the last room and growled. Looking back at the trail of dead bodies.
"Where the fuck are you?"
There was no sign of General Calderon.
Ashwin made his way back out of the lab, knocking down cabinets and smashing tables to scatter the processed drugs and flammable chemicals. stopping close to the exit to take a flare from one of the dead bodies.
He left the lab and threw the flare inside, the burning magnesium quickly igniting the chemicals.
Ashwin stared at the burning complex for a few minutes. The weight of the death of his squadron...of his friend Bradley finally hitting him. He grunted and clutched his burnt chest with an arm as the adrenaline rush passed, turning back towards the dirt path that would no doubt lead to the village and started walking. He would come back with backup and burn every single lab and complex until he could find that fucking shark and skin him alive.
He had barely walked ten feet when he heard a shot and fell on the ground, grunting in pain.
He didn't need to look down to know he had been shot in the left calf. He tried to get up, but another bullet bounced off the dirt close to him. Ashwin stopped and looked at the grinning face of General Calderon.
The Shark had been hiding inside the burning warehouse, knowing the elephant would wreak havoc in the compound. Using an asbestos, fire proof coating.
"You fucking Brit. You had to play the fucking hero, why couldn't you just leave when you killed Tomás and saw you were free? You had to enter my house, kill my contact with the European market, and cost me a fuckton of money in men and product"
He shot Ashwin's right leg, causing the elephant to scream and roll on the floor. The shark chuckled and looked at the burning complex for a couple seconds.
"This? this is nothing, I have thirty more complexes just like this one. you think you stopped me? You think you could have stopped ANYTHING?!"
The shark was now close enough to stop his foot over Ashwin's left leg, right over the bullet wound.
"AAARGH! Fuck...you...ggghk...you kick loike a fucking girl!"
General Calderon roared in anger and kicked Ashwin's face. The elephant tried to fight back, but the next kick was delivered to his deeply wounded chest.
Ashfall rolled on the ground, grunting and shaking in pain.
"Fucker...ggghk... still...kick...fuck...oh, fuck..."
Ashwin tried to get up, but his arms and legs were shaking, The shark could see his head swaying from side to side and his eyes slowly closing.
"Oh no you fucking won't"
General Calderon holstered his pistol and pulled a knife, coming closer to Ashwin and pulling his trunk, shaking his head violently and sinking the knife near the base of the thick trunk.
"You're not passing out until i say so. you cost me enough fucking money. I'm going to slice your fucking trunk off, I'm gonna cut your ears...I'm gonna chop your fucking tusks and fuck you with them. I'm...gggrkkh...GGGHHKH!"
A massive hand grabbed the shark's neck, the other one quickly grabbing the holstered pistol, throwing it away. He opened his eyes and grinned, using his trunk to pull the knife stuck in it.
"Oi can't believe you fucking fell for it"
He grabbed the shark's jaws with both hands, cutting his fingers with the sharp teeth, and rammed the knife with his trunk as deep as he could inside his throat.
The shark gurgled and fell next to Ashwin, drowning in his own blood. His body convulsed a few times, and then remained still.
Ashwin grunted again and fell again, breathing heavily. His strength completely gone.
There was no way he would make it to the village before bleeding to death anyway.
He only hoped someone would see the fire and rescue Fernando.
His sight was turning black. The sound of footsteps made him turn to the dirt path. The last thing he saw was a pair of heavy boots and black pants before darkness enveloped him completely.
The next thing his brain registered was a bright light burning through his eyelids. He groaned and tried to cover his face.
"The fuck? ...nnngh!"
The elephant opened his eyes and blinked a few times until they adjusted to his surroundings.
He was laying in a hospital bed. Both legs and chest covered in bandages and a few stitches over his arms. A familiar looking Boar was sitting on a couch next to him watching a low budget action movie. It was in Spanish.
"Tusk?"
The boar smiled at him and playfully slapped his shoulder, causing him to grunt slightly in pain.
"You are one tough son of a bitch you knew that? Man, If i were gay I'd be asking to have your fucking babies"
Ashwin laughed and looked around. They were the only ones in the room. but it didn't seem like they were in a military hospital.
"What happened? Oi thought you were dead"
"I thought you were dead too, that's why I didn't tried to save you. I saw the fucking Sergeant making signs, and i knew something was wrong. then the shooting started and I got a shot in the head...hehe, those fuckers didn't know about the metal plate"
Tusk knocked on the right side of his head, where a metal plate had been placed there after his skull got turned into jelly with a grenade years ago.
"I passed out, and when I woke up, I was alone. I was lucky to bump into a squadron of the Mexican military, they were looking for Calderon too. They helped me contact the base and we were planning to do a satellite sweep to find the lab. then you set the whole place on fire and the fucking thermal scanners went crazy. Man...If I had known you were alive...I'm sorry"
Tusk lowered his head, then grunted in pain as a trunk hit his balls and Ashwin chuckled.
"Now we're even...hey...Where is Fernando?"
"He is safe and waiting for you to get better" said another voice and a human walked from behind a curtain. "My name is Brigstocke, and I think I have an offer you might want to hear."
"Oi'm not doing shit until oi see Fernando."
The human brought his hand to his ear and simply ordered:
"Send him in"
Less than a minute later, the door opened and young Fernando ran to hug Ashwin.
The elephant ignored the slight stings of pain and smiled.
"Hey. Lookitcha. you look very noice"
The boy was wearing brand new clothes and his scales looked polished. He smiled shyly and blushed.
"Tusk got me some clothes yesterday...ummm...Ashwin, what's going to happen now?"
The human adjusted his glasses and pulled a folder, handing it over to the elephant.
"The village was burned, and Fernando has no relatives. He was staying at the hotel, but I'm afraid he'll have to go to..."
"Don't...say it" interrupted Ashwin.
Tusk placed a hand on Tusk's shoulder.
"Listen man, I know what you're thinking...I know what you want to do. But listen to agent Brigstocke first"
The human cleared his throat, handing the elephant another folder.
Ashwin opened it and read through the pages. His eyes widened and he looked at the human.
"Yes, it's real. You took on a small army and got a drug lord we had been chasing for years. all without backup and in a single night. Of course you were going to get noticed"
"This is...oi 'ave to think about it...oi can't..."
He stopped and looked at Fernando, who obviously had no idea what was going on.
"Well, you're still given a full two weeks to recover, but I'll need your answer by then. Until then, all expenses are paid by the agency, just make sure you keep a low profile"
Agent Brigstocke turned around, walking towards the exit. stopping at the door.
"The boy can stay with you until then. After that...he'll have to go to an orphanage unless you find someone to take him in"
Ashwin was out of the bed that same evening. Disregarding Tusk's protests and the wrath of a few doctors, he limped his way out of the hospital, still wearing a tiny gown that revealed more than it covered.
Tusk quickly called a cab and got them in before they would be arrested by public indecency and brought Ashwin and Fernando to their hotel room.
Tusk stayed with them a full week, until Ashwin could walk without grunting in pain.
The elephant's chest muscles healed, but the deep burning scars remained. The doctor told him they could fix those with surgery, but Ashwin was not that vain.
They day Tusk was ready to leave, they shared a few beers before his flight that night.
"Special ops...I can't believe they want you...the next time we see each other I'll have to salute you...Hell, one year from now everyone but the first minister will salute you"
"Oi'm still not sure oi'll accept" said Ashwin taking a gulp of his beer. "Ya know oi wanted to take the little guy away from all this...but If i do this, it means oi'll have to be traveling all the toime...oi can't just...oi Won't...'e needs a home Tusk, a real home."
The boar smiled and finished his beer.
"Well, I do know this couple, humans but really nice. They can't have kids, but have always wanted one...they were my neighbors when i was a teen. I could try looking for them if you want"
Ashwin sighed. At least Fernando would be in good hands...It just bothered him it wasn't his.
"Oi'd appreciate that. Just hope the government won't give us much shit with paperwork."
Tusk laughed and slapped the elephant's shoulder.
"I saw the look in Brigstocke's eyes, and i saw what was on that paper. you could ask them to form a line and lower their pants and they willingly become your bitches if it means they can recruit you...I guarantee they'll do anything you ask."
Ashwin knew the boar was probably right, It would still be better than leaving the crocodile boy in the care of the Mexican government.
The very next day, Tusk called him with the good news.
That night, Ashwin was moaning as a pair of young, scaled hands rubbed ointment over the healing burns on his chest. Fernando was kneeling next to him on the bed and laughing at the pachyderm pleasured expression.
"Heh, anyone from the other rooms will think we're doing other things!" said the boy.
"Soundproof walls buddy, "
Every night, Fernando would rub the ointment over Ashwin's chest. After a couple nights, it was decided it would simply be easier if they both were in nothing but underwear to avoid getting their clothes stained.
"Umm...Fernando...you know oi 'ave to go back to England in a week. roight?"
"Yeah..."
The crocodile stopped and looked away.
"Listen, oi really wanted to bring you back to England with me, but if i accept Brigstocke's offer, oi won't even go back, oi'll be moved to Canada"
Ashwin placed a hand on Fernando's shoulder and the crocodile forced a smile.
"It's okay Ash, It's not like I wasn't living on the streets before you guys came to the village"
"No...NO! That's not wot oi meant...you'll go to England. There's this couple, they're friends of Tusk, and they agreed to take you in. They'll adopt you"
Ashwin also looked away, sighing.
"Oi'll try to visit as often as oi can, and maybe we can trade a few messages with Tusk but..."
As a member of a Spec. Ops. group. Ashwin would not be able to use phones or emails as freely as he wanted. any communication would have to pass clearance first.
Ashwin gasped and his eye widened as the young reptile hugged him.
He returned the hug and they remained silent for a minute until the elephant felt something poking him on a side of his stomach.
"Ummm...Fernando..."
The crocodile didn't look up, Instead he started rubbing Ashwin's firm stomach with a hand, grinding his crotch against the rough hide.
"You don't have to do this"
The young reptile finally looked up, and his expression was a little...hurt.
"You think I'm doing this to repay you? Ashwin...I want to do this...I wanted to since i first saw you...but you were always the one who never asked for it...the brothers, the Sargento, tusk...even Bradley...They all did it...h-heh...me and Tusk did it a couple times while you were in the hospital."
Ashwin blinked.
"Bradley?"
"Well,,, we only sucked each other"
It took Ashwin a few more seconds to register the information before he started laughing heavily.
"Bradley?...fucking straight fucked-four-bitches-at-once Bradley?...69ing with a boy? Ffffhhhhahahahaha!"
Fernando laughed a little too, stopping his rubbing"
"Yeah..he was a really nice guy..."
Ashwin's laughter died and he hugged Fernando, kissing the top of the boy's head and rubbing his back comfortingly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked one last time.
Fernando took one of Ashwin's huge hand and placed it over the hard bump in his pants.
"What does it look?"
The elephant finally smiled and gave Fernando a playful grope.
"So, you been 'aving the hots for my thick sausage all this time? Hehe, be careful, it moigh' be more than you can handle"
The elephant placed his hands behind his head and rubbed the boy's bulge with his trunk, skilfully unbuttoning his pants and fishing for his hard cock inside.
"Why don't you open yer gift then?"
The crocodile licked his lips and reached for Ashwin's pants, pulling them down and revealing an impressive soft 7.5 inch member. It was slightly throbbing and quickly filling up. Fernando held it in a hand and gasped.
"Wow...it's huge"
Ashwin finished undoing the boy's pants and also revealed the young erection, brushing the tip of his trunk against the underside and causing Fernando to shudder.
"Heh, yer not bad at all either kid"
He moved his trunk to brush it against the base of Fernando's cock, brushing the space where mammal balls usually were, since reptiles had internal testes.
"Heh, oi used to have a reptile buddy when i was your age. He was a raptor, oi taught 'im how to jerk off, you know?"
He pulled the boy into a hug, tilting his head slightly to the side and pressing their lips into a passionate kiss. Fernando moaned and humped his hips against Ashwin's muscled stomach, feeling the still fresh scars rubbing against his front and being careful not to hurt the elephant.
Ashwin felt his cock hardening and rubbing against Fernando's calves and legs, moving his big hands to cup the boy's rump.
The crocodile moaned and pressed his face against Ashwin's neck, inhaling deeply and flooding his senses with the masculine scent of the elephant's body. His cock twitched harder and Fernando moaned.
"Ashwin...please..."
Ashwin raised an eyebrow, smiling at Fernando's eagerness.
With James, they never did more than jerking off together, and one or two times doing it to each other. But Ashwin never really considered his sexuality after that. A few one night stands, always with girls, a girlfriend a couple years ago...And then there was Bradley.
Ashwin's mind was too practical to think about labels or genders.
He placed his hands on Fernando's shoulders, shifting and getting the boy to lay on his back with the muscled elephant on top. Ashwin kissed him again and gave his cock a few more strokes.
"Wait here, oi'll be right back"
Ashwin rushed to the bathroom, looking in the cabinet behind the mirror. He chuckled when he found the half full tube of lube.
"Tusk, you 'orny bastard"
He returned to the bedroom, crawling on all fours between Fernando's legs. He opened the cap and poured some of the cool gel over his fingers, moving them to the boy's pucker and pressing a finger against it.
Ashwin knew just one of his fingers would be as thick as some guy's cocks, so he had to be careful.
Fernando moaned when he felt the thick finger slowly sliding inside him, relaxing as much as he could. Ashwin moved the finger in and out a few times, pulling it out and coating in in cum constantly. He chuckled as he saw Fernando's member twitching and spurting precum. The elephant leaned in and easily took the boy's 6 hard inches in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the shaft and moving the foreskin back and forth.
Fernando gasped when he felt the thick digit curling inside his hole and mercilessly crushing his prostate.
"A-aaagh...Ashwin!"
He grabbed the elephant's large ears and arched his back. Ashwin stopped, not wanting to bring the boy over the edge yet.
He felt Fernando was stretched enough and kneeled, lifting the crocodile's legs and pulling him towards his massive 12 inches of hard, uncut meat.
Before entering, Ashwin squirted more lube over his erection, spreading it with a hand and looking at the boy in the eyes.
"Are you sure?"
Fernando simply nodded, stroking his cock slowly.
Ashwin moved his strong hands to hold Fernando's waist, keeping him steady as he moved his strong hips forwards.
Fernando gasped and his eyes widened, immediately bringing a hand to his mouth and biting it to muffle a scream as he felt the thick pole stretching him wider than he's ever felt.
"mmmfffhhh! Puta...madre...nnngh!"
The crocodile's face flushed and his body spasmed.
Ashwin stopped after the thick head and a couple inches had slipped inside, moving a hand to soothingly rub the boy's stomach.
"Shhh...It's alroigh'...just relax...sshhhh"
Ashwin remained the next two minutes caressing the boy with both hands, using his trunk to lightly tease his hard cock.
Fernando finally gasped and nodded. Ashwin smiled and pushed another inch, stopping and repeating the process. He would move back an inch, and push an inch and a half, taking his sweet time.
Finally, after almost half an hour, Ashwin's hips touched the crocodile's rump. Both were panting and sweating heavily. The elephant rubbed Fernando's stomach again, feeling a slight bulge and moaning at the rhythmic clenching around his member. Thick droplets of sweat fell from his strong body over the boy's chest and face. Fernando simply moaned, feeling he could cum any second.
Ashwin noticed this and grinned, flexing his cock inside Fernando's warm tunnel and punching his prostate.
"N-nnnnaaagh...aaahhh...wh-hhhhhh...!"
The crocodile cried as he started cumming without having his cock touched, his cock throbbed violently and coated his stomach with a healthy load of seed.
Ashwin clenched his teeth and had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. The cute noises coming from the boy, the sight of his hard cock spurting, the scent of fresh cum, and the strong clenching warm tunnel around his cock almost sent him over the edge too.
"Fuck buddy...that was hot"
He rubbed the cum and a bit of sweat coating Fernando's stomach and brought the hand to his face, licking his fingers clean noisily, smacking his lips.
"You taste delicious boy"
He scoped a bit more and offered his fingers to Fernando.
The crocodile blushed heavily, but held onto Ashwin's hand and licked the thick fingers clean.
Ashwin finally started thrusting properly, moving with slow but firm slides, causing Fernando to gasp and moan, feeling every veined, thick inch of meat stretching him to the very limit.
"Mmmhhh...despacio..."
Fernando held onto the elephant's forearms, trying to get him to go slow, as the mix between pain and pleasure was still there.
Ashwin kissed Fernando again, raising his muscled rump to thrust at a different angle and to allow longer thrusts, keeping his movements slow.
Fernando pressed his face against Ashwin's chest, nuzzling and lovingly licking the sweaty scars. He could feel warmth like never before. Not only coming from the strong body grinding against him. But also something coming from inside. something caused by the big, strong male being so gentle and loving.
After another thirty minutes of slow and gentle lovemaking. Ashwin grunted and gave Fernando's shoulder a light squeeze.
"Get ready baby, It's gonna be a big one"
After a few more thrusts, Ashwin pushed all the way and groaned as his muscled body tensed.
Fernando could feel every spurt of heavy seed accompanied by a throb of the member inside him. The crocodile cried and held onto a strong arm, biting Ashwin's shoulder as his second climax hit him.
Ashwin just grunted, pulling his cock halfway out, letting the next spurts coat the boy's insides nicely before pulling out completely, painting Fernando's crotch white.
They pressed their lips again, rubbing their hot and messy bodies together.
Ashwin grinned at Fernando and turned him to lay on his stomach. He lifted the crocodile's tail and rubbed his still hard cock against the stretched hole, feeling the warm cum dribbling out and running over his cock.
"A...again?" asked Fernando hesitantly.
Ashwin grinned and slid his cock back inside the boy, causing him to moan.
"Heh, that wuz just the lube job buddy, we're just getting started"
Fernando hugged one of the huge pillows and bit it hard as he felt the thick meat entering again and Ashwin started thrusting, this time going at hit harder and filling the room with the wet sounds of his cum being pumped out of the boy's hole.
The expensive clock on the wall was marking almost noon when the elephant opened his eyes.
Ashwin looked around and grinned.
"The cleaning lady's going to kill me."
He and Fernando were laying on the floor, over the cotton rug and covered with a spare blanket. The bed was a complete mess. The sheets and pillows torn and completely soaked in cum and sweat. The mattress had suffered a similar fate, and they had only stopped fucking when one of the bed's legs broke...well, that wasn't entirely true, they did it one more time over the couch...and once more in the shower.
Ashwen groaned. His balls and soft member ached, and he could only imagine how Fernando was going to feel when he wakes up.
Well, they had the entire week, The boy would probably be better in a couple days...and then they would go at it again.
He looked at the nearly comatose crocodile in his arms and sighed. For a few minutes, he considered telling Brigstocke to...no...He knew no much he wanted to, he had to do what was best for the young reptile.
He could still visit Fernando whenever he was back in London, and perhaps they could sneak away and have some fun.
Ashwin caressed the sleeping boy lovingly and kissed his forehead.
"One day baby...one day oi'll return to you...and maybe then..."
Fernando moaned and smiled as the warm arms hugged him again, protecting him even in his sleep and not feeling the few warm and salty drops landing on his cheek. |
The Greys Chapter 11: Grand Introduction by hyenafur | #12 of The Greys - The pastry shop was packed with people, most of them sitting down to eat but a few were staring at the pastries behind the glass in front of the counter. The animals were so involved in their eating or searching that they didn't notice when Gideon slid in behind the register, his | [
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"Hey ya'll," the tubby tod yelled out at his customers. All of them slowly turned their attention to Gideon, giving him warm smiles. It took most of them a few seconds to realized that there was a near equally chubby fox standing next to him that looked nearly identical to him. Gideon tossed a hand around his cousin's shoulder, giving him a strong pat, "This here's m'cousin, Kody!"
It took a second for most of the patrons to drink in the news. All of them were locals, so hearing that Gideon had a cousin that none of them had ever seen or heard of was strange. Finally though, a little doe bunny kit, one of the Hopps kin, finally said something, "Hello."
Kody was blushing a little at his cousin's embrace and announcement, so much so that he only gave a casual wave and a quick, "Hello." Of course, Gideon didn't really stop talking, "He's a city boy and a war hee-roe." The other fox just snorted as he started to push off from his cousin, "I'm not a war hero, Gideon."
"Sure, ya're, cuz! Ya been in th'Army n' th'Air Force. Yer a gen-you-ine war hee-roe," the tod said as he gave Kody another pat on the back.
"How come we've never heard of you before," Judy's older brother number 15, named Leroy, asked, "I've lived here my whole life and never heard about you until today."
"Well," Kody started to say as he moved a hand up to scratch the back of his head nervously. Luckily, Gideon stepped in, "That's cuz he didn't know we was kin til last year. You know them newfangled genie-ology places up on th'interwebs? That's how we found out."
The nervous fox wondered if that answer would suffice. It really wasn't a lie, but it wasn't a whole truth. Thankfully, the equally tubby fox's answer sufficed. "Ah, well, it can be hard to keep track of family, especially when you have one as big as mine," Leroy said with a chuckle. Kody just responded with a nervous laugh, "Yeah."
Unfortunately, the answer didn't exactly sit right with Marry-Anne Springer, one of Bonnie Springer Hopps' many siblings. The two foxes looked too similar for it to just be random coincidence. She wasn't sure if they had the same sire, but they were certainly very closely related. She'd have to tell Bonnie about this later.
After the odd introduction to the store patrons, Gideon had muscled Kody out the door of the pastry shop to start a walking tour of the town. All in all, Bunnyburrow's town central was longer than it was wide, having been built along a central street. There were a few houses here and there that surrounded the center of the town, newer structures built behind the mercantile buildings so people could walk to work or school, but most of the people that lived in the area lived on farms.
They walked down the street, the two chubby tods walking beside one another as they spoke, mostly making light small talk about work, until the subject started to change a little to more personal questions. Gideon was the first to ask the question that Kody knew was coming, "So, Kody, you got yerself a sweetheart?"
The fox shook his head, "No. Not recently. You?"
Gideon chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, "Nah. Been s'busy with work, I haven't found one."
Kody just nodded. He could tell that his cousin wasn't exactly being entirely truthful, the tod's face was flushing, not something people did when they said they weren't seeing anyone. He just nodded his head. There was a secret Gideon wasn't going to tell him, but he figured that his cousin might be just like him.
"Gideon," he leaned in closer, just about to ask him the question that was on his mind when someone stepped in front of them.
"Well hay there, Gideon." |
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 98 by Contrast | 98 Death. Everywhere around her. She could smell it, taste it, hear it, feel it, but most of all, she could _see_ it, dancing in front of her eyes as a thick, black line. It was like a serpent without head or tail, just an endless band of darkness going on and on forever, cutting through all the | [
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Death. Everywhere around her. She could smell it, taste it, hear it, feel it, but most of all, she could *see* it, dancing in front of her eyes as a thick, black line. It was like a serpent without head or tail, just an endless band of darkness going on and on forever, cutting through all the other colours, slicing them apart as if with a knife.
They floated before her like ribbons, flowing through white nothingness, rivers of colour, rainbows unshackled. She knew this place. It was where she went to speak with the Cora.
Hope swelled in her heart. She looked around, eager to see His holy visage one more time. She knew He must be here somewhere. In a waking world devoid of light, He was the one constant, the one who always answered her prayers, the one who was always there for her, no matter how dark and barren her life had become.
A shadow fell across the colours, strong enough to extinguish light itself. She turned around, and there He was, in all His glory.
Her first son.
Her ensa.
"Banno..."
He was more massive than any statue, greater even than the mountain. He filled the very sky with His presence, blanketing the horizon from east to west like nightfall. Where His eyes used to be there were now glowing orbs of light, brighter than the stars, brighter than the sun itself, shining down on her, forcing her onto her back with the sheer weight of their brilliance.
She stared into them, relishing the burning pain in her eyes.
"I knew it..." she said, completely enraptured. "I knew you were Him... I knew it..."
He looked down at her, smiling. She could feel His love just as surely as she could feel His embrace.
Was he carrying her? Carrying her away from that horrible black snake?
"Thank you..." she whispered, feeling the warmth of his arms against her back. "Thank you... thank you..."
Banno smiled. He loved his mother, and she loved Him. He was always such a good boy. Such a strong boy. She could trust Him to get her out of this mess. And then... and then... then they would get their revenge. They would find that devil and rip her guts out. They would make her pay for what she did to Kadai.
Banno's smile grew even wider. His teeth were like mountain peaks, jagged spikes of stone capped with ice and frost. His breath was a biting wind, carving straight through her body, cleaving her open, making her shiver in ecstasy.
The corner of his mouth split apart and a drop of blood wealed from his flesh. She could smell it, sharp and strong like iron. It broke free, a lake of blood in the blackened sky, rushing through the air, coming to meet her, coming to bathe her in what was essentially a part of Him, a piece of His very essence. She could see her own reflection, distorted by the undulating curve, making her seem bigger than she actually was, with her arms splayed out, ready to embrace His being, ready to fuse with Him, become a part of Him, forever and ever...
A single tear, no bigger than the claw of her pinky finger, fell open her face. It was warm.
She wiped it away and stared at the spot of wetness against her palm, wondering where all the blood had gone.
She looked up and all the happiness, all the hope, all the pleasure and ecstasy evaporated from her heart in the blink of an eye.
"You!" she screamed, absolutely seething. There was no word, not even in the Old Tongue, that could express her hatred and loathing.
It was Ander filling the sky, his filthy brown shade of Fox fur stretching from horizon to horizon like dirty clouds filled with mudwater.
"Mother panicked when we dug her out," he said, speaking to a point beyond the world of light and colour. "She thought she was under attack. She lashed out."
She swiped her claws through the air, aiming for his face, but he was simply too far away. She might as well be trying to attack the moon. Inarticulate cries of anger and frustration escaped her throat with every lunge.
Ander looked down, then to the side, like he always did when he was struggling to find the right words.
"It wasn't her fault."
"Of course it wasn't my fault!" Shekka screamed, brandishing her fists above her head. "You're the one who killed Kadai! You and your demonic slut of a Fox mother! It was you! You! You killed him! Not- Aargh!"
Shekka clapped her hands over her eyes. It felt like they were being turned inside out, like someone was slowly pushing red hot coals inside of them! Coals filled with needles! They burned and boiled inside her head!
She doubled over and screamed, screamed until she had no more breath left to scream with, and then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the pain was gone.
She carefully lowered her hands and had to bite back yet another scream when she saw that they were covered in blood, *her* blood, pooling in her palms and dripping between her fingers. But instead of the thick, cloying scent of iron, this foul substance had a very different odour. It was subtle, but unmissable. Earthy and dry...
More blood with that same scent suddenly fell past her nose in a solid red drop as big as her fist. She jumped back in alarm as even more of them fell from the sky like gigantic drops of rain.
She looked up, and this time she could not hold her screams back. They just burst out of her, one after the other, and she was powerless to stop them.
It was Kadai, her darling Kadai, her mate of thirty years, and he was in terrible pain. Blood was leaking from his face. It flowed from the corners of his eyes like crimson tears, it dripped from his nose in a steady patter, it dribbled from his lips. There was even blood seeping from his ears. It was like his whole face was melting, and he was painfully, excruciatingly aware of it.
"Shekka..." he whispered. His tongue was absolutely soaked in blood. "Why did you do it? Why did you do this to me?"
"W- Why did I?" Shekka was completely taken aback. "What are you talking about, Kadai? I didn't do this to you!"
"Why, Shekka? I loved you..."
Those words hurt even more than the burning pain in her eyes. "Liar! If you really loved me as much as you say, then why wasn't my love enough for you!?"
Kadai had no answer, and that only served to feed the fire of her anger.
"I didn't betray you, Kadai! I would never betray you! But if I did... If I *did*... then it was only because you betrayed me first!"
Shekka clapped her crimson hands over her mouth. What was she saying? No, it didn't mean anything. She misspoke. There was no first betrayal, only a single betrayal. *His!* That was why he ended up that way! His sins finally caught up with him, and he was punished for it! He got exactly what he deserved, and... and...
"Why...?" Shekka asked through her bloodied hands. "Why did you have to leave me all alone?"
Kadai shook his head. "I never left you, Shekka. You're the one who pushed me away. You're the one..."
"No! Stop! Don't say it! Don't say it, please!" Shekka covered her ears, but his voice was like thunder.
"...who killed me."
The ribbons of colour froze in place. No longer did they flow like rivers or sway like leaves or swoop over each other like gusts of wind. They were completely stagnant.
"W- What?" That stench was getting stronger, that deep, fetid odour of dead and rotting earth.
"You killed me, Shekka."
Drops of blood fell from his face and exploded into red starbursts all around her, hemming her in, cutting off all hope of escape. "No! It wasn't me, I swear! It was that Fox! She infected you! She corrupted you! She poisoned y-"
Her words didn't simply cut off, they were *blocked* off. There was something lodged in her throat! It was soft and slimy, but big! She was choking on it! She couldn't breathe!
Shekka coughed and gagged. Her eyes watered. Thick, disgusting ropes of blood burst from her mouth and nose. She could feel it inside her, coming up her throat, coming... She bent over and hacked a foul-smelling lump into her hands. It looked like a piece of raw meat, all covered in blood. The top was smooth, but the bottom was ruffled, and there was a strange growth coming out of it. What was this thing? Did it really come from inside her? What...?
The blood slowly drained out of her hands, and what was left...
Shekka's eyes grew wide and tears spilled down her cheeks as she realised what she was looking at.
It was a mushroom. A holy mushroom. The same kind she used to commune with her God. The same kind she had used to -
"Nooo!" She flung it aside and wiped her hands on her chest, smearing Kadai's necklace with blood. "I didn't do it! *I didn't do it!*"
She stumbled and fell onto her back and Kadai was right there, floating above her body, less than an inch from her face, staring with unblinking, bloodshot eyes.
"You killed me, Shekka."
"No! I loved you, Kadai! I loved you more than anything!"
"You murdered me."
"No! Please, Kadai! Don't say such things!"
"You poisoned me, and then you comforted our grieving son with those same hands."
"No, Kadai! I love Hezzi! I would never hurt him! You know that! That's why I came here, to save him! To bring him back home! He is our son, our *real* son, and I love him! I love you, Kadai! I -"
She reached out, only to touch him, only to reassure him, only to let him know that she was here, that she was Shekka, that she was his mate, that she loved him, and therefore his words couldn't possibly be true, but her hands were absolutely soaked in blood. They were drenched all the way up to her elbows.
"You are poison, Shekka."
"I... *noooo*... I didn't... I didn't!"
"You are poison."
"No! Kadai, please... please stop doing this!"
There were no more ribbons of colour in this world. They had all turned pitch black.
"Poison."
They were growing thicker and longer, jagged black lines like cracks, tearing, crumbling, destroying.
"Poison."
This place of colour and light, her last refuge from the Empty world, was falling apart. The darkness burned her eyes like fire!
She shut them tight, feeling the warmth of her tears flowing past her temples. "It wasn't me..." she whispered. "I didn't do it... I didn't do it!"
She could speak no more after that. Every time she tried, her words were swallowed up by an explosive sob. They surged through her body, pulling and tearing, making her feel like she would either suffocate or rip herself apart.
"Shekka..."
She didn't want to open her eyes, but she could feel him coming closer. She could feel the distance between them thinning, and then he was there, right on top of her. She could feel the soft caress of his body, making her shiver. She could feel his breath blowing across her face. It smelled of blood and mushrooms.
*Kadai, I...*
"I forgive you, Shekka."
*What?*
Shekka opened her eyes, too stunned to even speak. Kadai was so close she could see nothing else. It was a view she used to cherish, a view that turned the entire darkening world into something good. The mate she loved. The one who had chosen her when he could have had any other. The smiling mouth, the kind, caring eyes. She could see herself reflected in those eyes, just as she had seen herself in the drop of blood from her first son's teeth. And she was *furious*.
"You... forgive *me*?" Every syllable trembled with anger. "You have the gall to say that *you* forgive *me*!? After what you've done!? After the way you betrayed me!? You!? Forgive me!? I'm the one who should forgive you!"
Kadai's eyes seemed less colourful than before. More faded, pale, as if thunderclouds were gathering inside them.
"I will \_never\_forgive you, Kadai!" Shekka screamed, launching droplets of spittle into his face. "I gave you my life! I gave you two beautiful sons and a daughter! I gave you everything, but it still wasn't enough for you! You betrayed me, Kadai, and no matter what you say, no matter what you do, you can never change that! You can never atone for it! You can never make it right!"
Kadai looked at her. It was the same look he had worn on his deathbed, so pained and confused. "I'm sorry, Shekka..." he said and closed his eyes. A single tear rolled down his muzzle and fell upon her cheek.
It burned like fire.
"Get off me!" she screamed. "Get the hell off me!" She tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. "Kadai, damn you! I said! Get! OFF!!"
She raked her claws across his face and four black lines of nothingness tore open across his features, four black bands of empty space.
"Get off, get off, get off!!" She slashed him again and again, tearing his face wide open. The lines connected like the crisscrossing threads of a spider web, but instead of blood, more blackness game gushing out, pouring all over her body like a putrid ichor, and still she couldn't stop swiping her claws across his face, tearing and breaking. She kept going until the liquid darkness cocooned her arms to her sides, leaving her incapable of moving. She struggled against the sticky bonds, but that only tightened the snares.
She threw her head back and screamed; screamed in anger, pain, frustration, misery, hatred, all of it.
This whole place was falling apart. Large chunks of white fell from the sky like snow and left behind only black cavities. Everything was dying, becoming hollow and empty.
*Just like me...*
The black enveloped the white, leaving no colour or light at all. Soon, it was only Shekka and the thing that used to be the Wolf she had loved with all her heart, now a jagged mess of sharp angles spewing thick, black sludge in its death throes.
It flowed across her chest, covering his old necklace claw by claw and tooth by tooth, swallowing it whole.
"No, stop!" Shekka yelled, but it was no use. The ichor spread further and further, flowing over her collar bones and up her neck. It was cold. It was terribly, unbearably cold, and even worse, it was *intimate* somehow, like a lover's touch, caressing every inch of her.
It oozed over her cheeks and across her lips, one final kiss. She gasped for air and then it was inside her, thick and slimy, moving across her teeth like a stranger's tongue.
"I did nothing wrong!" she screamed. "I did nothing wrong! Everything that happened to you happened because you deserved it! You brought it upon yourself! You -"
The ichor flowed down her throat, turning her words into a wretched gargle. It was in her nose, reeking of decomposing mushrooms.
*You deserved it...* Shekka thought as every muscle in her body went rigid. The black liquid flowed over her eyes, sealing them shut, bathing her world in darkness once again.
*You deserved to die...*
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Her mate ( Rem) by Wolf082 | Rem lived a simple life, hosting as a guide for furs from the city. Mostly , students from one of the many medical schools who come to learn more about herbs and other such things. He had left his hut within his tribe to live in a small cabin closer to the city. Making it easier for the students | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146497-her-mate-rem | Rem lived a simple life, hosting as a guide for furs from the city. Mostly , students from one of the many medical schools who come to learn more about herbs and other such things. He had left his hut within his tribe to live in a small cabin closer to the city. Making it easier for the students to reach him without worrying about the tribes. As there guide it's his job to see to there safety aND helping them find what they hired him to. Recently one of his charges disappeared from the group, a young vixen. The other students said she was in heat and decided to go back to deal with the problem. Besides the heart attack he had when he noticed the missing vixen, the rest of the trip went well . Once home things got even better, as a young vixen from one of the southern red fox tribes ran into his cabin and jumped on him. Young, beautiful, and in heat how could he say no when she offered herself to him. Offering to be his mate, to bear his pups . He went to her placing his tip at her soft warm nether lips . Fast and hard right to the point.,he made her his. Now was the time to clam her, as there will be plenty of time in the following days to mate with her more pasonitly. Having claimed her ,he rolled them over so she could rest on top of him.
Rem opened his eyes to see his mate sleeping peacefully. He rolled over so he was now on top . Now getting a good look at her she seemed familiar. But he could not place her, his mind still foggy due to her heat . Rem slowly moved down her body till his muzzle was at her heat source. He will take his time now, starting here at her flower. Her sent was intoxicating, breathing deeply to let it full take effect.
Debbie shivered as the first lick sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. Waking up to find her wolf lapping at her sex, she moved her hands all over her body. Enjoying his assault she moaned, playing with her breasts and raping her legs around him to hold him there. Orgasm came as he pushed his tongue as deep as he could in her. Debbie shook violently as she came, Rem could feel her walls clinching in waves around his tongue. She heaved as she came down from her high. Rem moved up her body, licking her as he did so. Once they were nose to nose Rem asked for her name. Debbie, she said as she liked his face. Again something familiar came to mind, but was quickly forgotten as Debbie grabbed his member and placed it at her sex. Smiling she whispered in his ear, I'll be the best mother and mate I can be. With that Rem slowly pushes his rod into her , not stopping till he bottomed out.Debbie raped her arms and legs around him, clinging for dear life as he started trusting into her his member stretching her wide. Every yip moan and yiff she made encouraging him driving him to pound her harder. Yeees knot me , Debbie screamed as she felt his knot growing , tying them together sending her over the edge. Rem lifted his head and howled, giving Debbie his send for a second time.
Later that night Rem finally figured out his mate seemed familiar. She was the missing vixen from his last group. The other students were jealous of her so they planned to get rid of her by bribing one of the local Fox tribes into taking her and keeping her as a mate for one of there warriors. Rem contacted the school and they were expelled. Debbie move in with rem who built a bigger cabin to accommodate and their growing family. Debbie continues to study at the medical school wile Rem continues to guide students. Debbie convinced Rem to wear clothes and to trade his bed of furs for an actual bed. |
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 99 by Contrast | 99 Even though she went from darkness to darkness, the transition from dreaming to waking was not seamless. There was a difference between seeing nothing but black because your eyes were covered, and seeing nothing but black because your eyes no longer worked. The shadow she found herself in now was | [
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Even though she went from darkness to darkness, the transition from dreaming to waking was not seamless. There was a difference between seeing nothing but black because your eyes were covered, and seeing nothing but black because your eyes no longer worked. The shadow she found herself in now was deeper, darker, and somehow *colder* than anything a mere delusion could create. This was the real world, after all, where everything was hollow and empty and meaningless. The world where she was all alone.
She was used to it by now, though. It was the way she felt every morning when she opened her eyes and found that the world was just as dark as when she had them closed. It was normal. It made sense.
Everything else about this moment, however, was a different story.
Someone was carrying her, and doing a clumsy job of it, too. She could feel his arms across her shoulder blades and under her knees, bouncing her up and down in time with his stride. Every bump and jostle awoke a throbbing ache in her jaw.
She was just about to yell at him to put her down when his scent struck her nostrils.
Her first instinct was to lash out, to push him away, to claw at his face, to jump up and bite his throat out, but that would be a mistake. She had no idea what was happening, where she was, or who might be watching, so she stayed perfectly still and kept her eyes shut.
Her other senses would tell her what she needed to know soon enough. She quieted her body and mind and she listened, not just with her ears, but with *everything*, and sure enough, the world revealed itself, one piece at a time.
Cold, terrible cold, all around her, but not as strong as before. Why was that? Because the wind had died down. No, wait... the wind was still there, but she couldn't feel it as much because of all the trees. She could hear them swaying and creaking, even bending under the strain. Twigs and branches flew through the air and rolled across the ground before getting bogged down in the snow.
"Where is it?" Ander's voice was just above her head. His breath came out in quick, panicked bursts. She could imagine his neck all too clearly, right down to the snowflakes melting between the tufts of his fur.
"Over there, just up ahead!"
That voice was closer to her feet. Female. She didn't recognise it, but something about it made her want to grind her teeth together.
There were many other voices, too. A cacophony of whispers and grumblings all around.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know!"
"This is crazy! What do you think is going to happen to us?"
"I don't know!"
"Is Deki okay? Did she make it out?"
"I don't know!"
"What about Dormo?"
"I don't know!"
"And Fer-"
"Dammit I don't know, okay!? I just don't know! Leave me alone!"
There was something very strange going on here. Those two voices belonged to Noko and Gerva, but why were they just staying in one spot talking to each other instead of fighting? Was the battle over already? Did her people triumph? But then where was the smell of blood? The aroma of Fox carcasses? And why was Ander carrying her through the woods? This didn't make any sense!
She listened harder, and even more voices appeared out of the darkness, far away, speaking in hushed tones.
"Oh, Cora... Oh, Cora, please... Ffffoooh!!"
"You're too close to the fire, you fool!"
"I can't feel my fingers! Not at all! I think they might be... Oh dammit they just- Argh!"
"You're gonna get burned! I can see your fur singing! Come on, just hang back here with me, yeah, here, come on, there you go, much better."
"This isn't the way it was supposed to go!"
"Well, gee, whatever gave you that idea?"
Drakin and Stenno. A pair of useless, good for nothing layabouts. She could tell by their speech alone that something must have gone terribly, disastrously wrong.
But what?
Shekka wracked her brain, but there was nothing. She remembered the charge, she remembered the whoosh of hundreds of bodies flying by, she remembered the sound of their feet trampling through the snow, the collision of their bodies slamming against the wall, the shouts and roars and curses, the panting and screaming, and...
And a deep rumble like thunder, but different.
After that there was nothing, as if everything had been wiped clean and swept away, leaving only freezing cold and darkness.
Cold...
"Here you go. I'm afraid there aren't enough to go around, so you lot will have to share, but that's okay, right? Just squeeze together nice and tight and I'm sure you can all fit. Heck, more cosy that way, am I right?"
"W-Why? Why a-are y-you doing th-this? W-We- We t-tr- tried t-t-t- to k-ki-"
"Oh, that? Um... pfffft, you don't need to worry about that. For now, just bundle up and stay warm, okay?"
"B-B-B-But- But-"
"I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere."
If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn one of those voices belonged to a Fox, but that was impossible. The sounds coming in from all around her simply didn't make any sense at all.
Very slowly, she swivelled one of her ears around, taking it all in from every possible angle. Not that there was much else to go on.
Moans and gasps. Halfhearted screams. Quick, hissing intakes of breath sucked in through chattering teeth. Hands rubbing against elbows. Short, nonsensical prayers. Random names repeated over and over.
It sounded like half of them were on the verge of death.
"Don't try anything stupid, or you'll be sorry."
Shekka had to use every ounce of willpower she had left to keep from breaking into a furious snarl. That was Nilia's voice just now. A low-down filthy traitor, just like the rest of them.
"What - What is this? What's going to happen to us?"
"You're going to sit down and you're not going to cause any trouble, that's what's going to happen. If you or your friends try anything funny, I won't hesitate to pound all your faces into the ground. Do I make myself clear?"
Multiple voices, each of them more cowardly than the last: "Yes, Nilia." "We understand, Nilia." "We won't do anything, Nilia."
Shekka could see them in her mind's eye, prostrating themselves, begging for mercy with their tails between their legs.
"Good. I hope you understand how lucky you all are. If things had gone the way they were supposed to, you'd..."
Her voice was fading away, growing dull and indistinct with distance. For a while, the only thing she could make out with any certainty was Ander's desperate breathing.
"How far?"
"It's right there, come on!"
"Hezzi."
"I got it!"
Shekka's heart leaped at the sound of that voice. It was her son, her *real* son! Not a drisa, but a dosa, and he was so close! Only a few strides away!
There came a soft, flappy kind of sound, like leather rubbing against leather, and the wind suddenly disappeared. Were they inside a tent? What were they doing -
A godawful stench punched her right in the face. It was the sharpest, most putrid odour she had ever experienced. Even the concentrated medicines she extracted from the succulent plants back home didn't come close to this! It was as though the air itself was on fire! It took everything she had not to clap both hands over her nose and retch.
"Oh dear gods, what fresh hell is this!? Can't you people see I'm drowning over here!? And still you bring them in!"
"Please, Bethany. You have to help. She -"
"Of course I have to help! That's my job! But you can't expect me to help on such a scale! This place was built to hold a dozen or so Foxes, not hundreds of Wolves! It's a madhouse, I tell you! A madhouse! Can't turn halfways without stepping on somebody's tail! And good gods, Ander, what the hell did you do to your face this time!?"
"That's not important."
Shekka felt herself being laid down on something soft and slightly yielding. A cot for children, perhaps? Her arms and legs dangled over the side. Still, she gave no indication that she was conscious. The element of surprise might be her only hope of getting out of this alive, and she still had Hezzi and Banno to worry about.
The sounds of agony and misery in here were even louder than the ones outside. Moans of pain came from every direction, at least forty different voices that she could discern.
"Betni-Kai, my knee..."
"Oh your knee is going to be fine, suck it up!" A heavy sigh. "I miss the good old days, back when I only had to treat one broken leg a year, and maybe a bit of gout on the side. But ever since you showed up, Ander, I've been up to my neck in halfdead Wolves! Day and night! I swear, every single one of you that has ever come through that pass has done so through some kind of terrible injury or malady or misfortune! Is it too much to ask that you people just take ten steps without grievously wounding each other!? My gods, it's ridiculous!"
"Bethany, please, she's hurt..."
"She and about five hundred others! And goddamn are some of them rude! The things they say!"
"B- Betni-Kai, please, the pain..."
"It's Bethany-Kai, Mister Denko! And I'll be with you in a minute! Let's see what new disaster has been laid before m-" The unmistakable sound of a hand slapping a forehead. "What on earth was a Wolfess of this advanced age doing out on a battlefield for crying out loud!?"
"She's the witchdoctor of the tribe," Ander said. "And my... mother."
Another long, drawn out sigh. "*Of course* she is. Let me just - Kiana!"
A quick yelp. "Y-Yes, Mother?"
"Where the hell have you been!? And where the hell do you think you're going now!?"
"I'm going to find some rope. We need to tie this bi- this Wolfess up before she wakes."
"Tie her up? Have you lost your mind? She could have broken bones! Internal bleeding! I'm not going to tie her up!"
"She nearly clawed Ander's eye out, Mother. She's dangerous."
"Oh gods give me strength..." A short pause, then, "Kiana, you stay here and help me with all this madness. Hezzi, you go out and find some goddamn rope. There's probably still a coil or two left somewhere."
"Okay!" She heard the rapid patter of his Fast Paws striking the ground, and a moment later a quick gust of icy cold air blew over her face and was gone.
"Ander, you sit down in the corner. I'll take a look at your eye in just a minute."
"No, not enough time."
"No? What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I'm needed at the pass. They're still digging Wolves out of the snow, and I need to get back there as fast as possible. I'll stay here until Mo- Sh- she's tied up, just to be safe."
*He doesn't know what to call me*, Shekka thought. She wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Ander, that's crazy-talk! You can't go out there like that! That's not even a proper bandage! If a claw did that, there could be all kinds of impurities festering in there! Sarah, talk some sense into him, would you?"
Sarah. Shekka's jaw clenched at the mere mention of that name, sending a dull, throbbing ache through her head.
"I'm sorry, Beth." By the Cora, even her voice was like a spit in the face. "But I know all too well that once Andrew makes up his mind, there is no changing it."
*'Androo'? What kind of Fox gibberish is that?*
"Huuurgh, fine!" Bethany said. "While we wait for Hezzi, I suppose I can at least check for broken bones. Gods know I won't be able to do much once they're strapped down."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"You're the one who brought her in here, so do you want me to help her or not!? Tch..."
A hand suddenly touched her arm. It was tiny, like a child's hand, but knowing that it actually belonged to an adult (of sorts) made Shekka's skin crawl. The fingers moved across her elbow and down to her wrist. They were short and stubby and reminded her strongly of Danado's declawed digits. His scent was somewhere in here, too, doused in that eyewateringly bitter stench.
"Left arm seems fine. Pulse is rather fast, though."
"Is that bad?"
"More odd, I'd say. Especially considering she just came out of the snow. She might have a broken bone somewhere, or even internal bleeding. Was she responsive when you dug her out? Apart from the whole eye gouging thing, I mean?"
"Sarah clocked her a good one afterwards. Not sure if that's a factor."
"That explains the swelling in the right cheek. Congratulations, Sarah. I think you might just be the only Fox to land an actual blow this entire 'war'."
What? What did she mean by that? Only a single blow? What was happening!? Was this Fox their equivalent of a witchdoctor? Why was she treating Wolves? Why were her people all either sick or dying or curled up in pathetic little balls, hugging their tails and shivering?
Where was the killing!?
Those tiny hands moved down to her leg. They grabbed hold of her calf and slowly moved it up and down.
*I should grab her, twist her neck, do it right now, while her attention is focussed elsewhere.*
But where was Ander? It was difficult to tell his position just from scent alone with that terrible stench floating through the air. If she messed this up, or if he jumped in to stop her, she might never get another chance.
The Bethany Fox moved on to the other leg, running her fingers over the shinbone. She lifted it, lowered it, lifted it again.
Shekka's fingers twitched. Her muscles tensed. All she had to do was sit up and make a grab for the spot where her breathing was coming from. Fox necks were scrawny. She bet they would snap between her fingers like dry twigs. She could kill her so easily. She could murder her, just like -
*Just like I murdered Ka-*
She didn't just push that thought away. She *rejected* it. She refused to acknowledge its very existence. There was no thought. And even if there had been, it was now only empty space.
Yes, she could live with empty space. A hollow hole in her heart where Kadai used to be. He had left her all alone. That's why she was feeling this way. That was all it was. She was just sad and lonely, not guilty. Why would she feel guilty? There was nothing to feel guilty about, because she had done nothing wrong.
Except kill her one and only -
Nothing! She had done nothing wrong! There was no sin in her heart because her heart was empty!
*Just as my eyes are devoid of light, so too is my soul devoid of evil...*
"Betni-Kai, um... I can see you're busy right now, and I'm very sorry for disturbing you, but you asked me to let you know if anything happened to my knee, and it's, well..."
"Bleeding again?" A short pause. "Kiana, change his bandages."
"Me?"
"Yes, you! Your sister is outside, distributing food and blankets, actually doing as she's told, *unlike a certain someone*, so now it's your turn to roll up your sleeves and make yourself useful. Chop chop!"
"But, um... is he... safe?"
"He was quite gentlemanly when I patched him up, so there's no need to worry about him ripping your face off. Isn't that right, Mister Denko?"
"I wouldn't dream of it, Kai."
Denko's voice was so close, just down and to the left. She could hear him breathe in that quick, uneven, hissy way of the weak and injured. There was an odd squishing noise, too, probably from his knee.
Ordinarily she would have lamented the fact that Nilia hadn't shot this weakling in the throat, but now she was grateful.
*Yes, you little brat. Listen to your mother. Do as you're told.*
*Come closer.*
It was getting very hard for Shekka to keep her breathing slow and even, especially with her heart pounding in her chest and this Bethany bitch poking and prodding her from every direction.
*Oh mighty Cora, please grant me the strength to stay calm, just for a little while longer...*
She listened as Kiana crossed over to this side of the tent, counting seven steps in total. For a moment she was so close that Shekka could actually make out her scent even through the noxious odours of the Fox medicines.
*This is the same bitch the very same one that started this mess I know it is I can smell you I remember your wet fur in the rain you filthy bitch we should have slit your throat and burned your* carcass *instead...*
A soft rustle of fabric as she bent down, and a slight swish of her tail against the ground.
"Hello, my name is Kiana. I'm going to help you, okay?"
"You're that vixen Wardo caught, aren't you? The one who disappeared?"
"Heh, yeah, I guess that's me."
"By the Cora, the things we said. Thinking back on it now, it makes me cringe. We didn't think you could actually talk back then, but still. And we threw rocks at you! Hell, I threw more than a few myself. I..."
*Don't you dare apologise, Denko! And if you must apologise, apologise for missing your mark!*
"...I'm just one Wolf, so I can't apologise for my people, but I can apologise for myself, and for what it's worth, I just want to say I'm sorry for every stone I threw. I don't even know what I was thinking at the time. It was just... and now you're helping me and I don't -"
A dull, throbbing headache was starting to build behind Shekka's useless eyes, and every word spouted by this milksop only made it worse.
"It's all right, Mister Denko, really. You don't need to apologise. I've put that time behind me. But I can imagine it must feel rather odd, being treated by the same vixen?"
There was a slight pause and a quick rustle of fur. Shekka could tell he must have shifted his head a little. "It would have been," he said, "but not so much anymore. I've met Wolves who behave the same way now. Dorin calls them 'different', but the way he says it, I can't help but feel like he's talking about more than just the literal meaning. When he says it, it sort of feels like... it's something to strive for? Something he's trying to grab, but it's always out of reach? I watch him and I see him try so hard to make up for the things he's done, but it's like he feels he doesn't deserve to make up for anything, like he's supposed to carry it all with him so he'll never forget. But I think *that's* what makes him different, you know? The fact that he's even trying? Oh but wait, I'm sorry, I'm rambling, you don't even know who Dorin is..."
"And apparently neither do I," Ander said, "because the Wolf you just described doesn't sound anything like the one who nearly bit through my shoulder. I guess they must be two different Wolves, huh?"
Denko laughed softly, and it was with disgust that Shekka realised he was on the verge of tears. "I guess they are."
The Kiana Fox cleared her throat, but it wasn't enough to mask her little follow-up sniffle. "Try to hold still for me, okay?"
Denko sucked on his teeth, and oh, how Shekka hated that sound. He had done the exact same thing back home when she treated him for that exact same wound, all in a vain little attempt not to scream out loud. The little bitch hadn't even touched him yet and already he was sucking away. Next he would gasp and grab hold of something, probably his own ears.
But the sound that came next wasn't a gasp at all. It was a strange little sound, something she's never heard before. It was like a knife slicing through something thin and fragile, but different somehow. Short and quick and... doubled? It repeated itself several times, and then: "Oh my dear sweet merciful gods what happened here!?"
"Well... first it got shot by an arrow. That hurt. Then it got stomped a bit. That hurt, too. Then four or five of my fellow Wolves decided it could do with a good biting. That hurt a lot."
"You see? You see!?" Bethany's voice was right above her. "Can't go ten steps! Not a single one of them!"
That odd slicing noise came yet again, but only once, and then a sound that almost stopped Shekka's heart dead.
It was the scrape and thunk of something metallic being laid down on wood.
And it was within reach.
"Don't be all limp-wristed with those bandages, Kiana!" the Bethany Fox said, now moving her fingers along Shekka's neck. "Nice and tight, you hear? Even if the patient cries out, it's for their own good."
"Yes, Mother."
Shekka didn't know what that metallic object was, but she knew it could cut, and that meant it must have an edge. She knew where it was. She had its position locked in her mind. She could visualize herself reaching out, grabbing the blade, and then...
What should she do then? She could cut either the mother or the daughter. If she was lucky, she might even kill one of them. If she was *very* lucky, she might kill both. Ander would try to stop her, and Cora-willing, she would kill him, too. And then... then she'd go after Sarah. The bitch might stay and fight, but it was far more likely she'd run outside and try to call for help. That was fine, too. She had no qualms against chasing that murderous bitch down and stabbing her in the back. But before she died, Shekka would make sure to roll her over and gouge out her eyes, fill her world with darkness. Then, right before the end, she would stab her right in the heart. She would make that harlot know exactly how it felt. She would make that whore gulp down a good dose of her own medicine. She would make her choke on her own blood.
She would make her taste every last drop.
Shekka's mouth was dry. Her heart was ready to burst. Her fingers twitched.
She was ready.
The tent flapped open and a flurry of snow and icy cold wind suddenly washed over Shekka's body.
"I'm back!"
"About time! Give it here."
*Damnit, Hezzi!*
Shekka could barely contain her anger. Of all the moments, he had to pick this one to show up!?
"You're not... you're not going to hurt her, are you?"
"Don't worry, child. I'll treat her exactly the same as any other patient. Well, except for this whole ghastly rope business... Are you positive this is necessary?"
"Yes, very necessary," Ander said. "Hezzi, I'll help you with that."
"Here."
There came a soft thump and then the sound of something being dragged across the ground. It was like listening to a snake slithering along the forest floor, looking for something warm and soft to sink its fangs into.
Ander knelt down beside her. She could smell the stink of his blood and tears. He ran a coil of rope through his hands, making it whisper through his fingers. "I'm sorry, Mo- I... I'm sorry."
She felt the rope touch her wrist. It was dry and scratchy. Time was up.
Shekka opened her eyes.
"Ander, she -!"
Shekka sat up, quick as a viper, and planted both hands right in the center of Ander's chest. She pushed back as hard as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs. The moment the soft texture of his fur left her hands and the sound of his back slamming into the dirt reached her ears, she turned and lunged for the spot she had heard that odd metallic thunk.
Her hand slammed down on something flat and wooden, maybe a table, and only now were the others in this tent starting to react, asking what was happening, what was going on. A vixen screamed right next to her ear, and Shekka knew it was the bitch that had started this curse, the one that had defied her God by living long enough to see the storm clouds break. Well, she had promised the Cora a sacrifice...
Her hand closed around something smooth and cold.
...and a sacrifice was what the Cora would get!
Shekka raised the tool above her head like a sacrificial dagger, bathing in the sound of a dozen voices screaming in unison, and brought it down in one smooth motion.
It connected. She felt the shock of the impact in her arms, and then the slow, satisfying sensation of the blade sliding down further, slipping deep inside. The sound of metal sinking into flesh was like a shy kiss in the dark... so sweet, yet so sinfully intimate.
Shekka opened her mouth and breathed it all in, the delectable scent of blood. The thick, iron taste coated her tongue and travelled down her throat. It tasted like vengeance, like -
"M- Mother?" That voice. That soft, still voice, so much like the one he had used to wake her on that cursed day. So fearful, yet respectful. "Mother...?"
She could feel his blood splurting over her hands. She could hear it dripping to the ground.
She could smell his tears.
*No... not again... not again... Please, not again!*
"Hezzi? Is that...?"
A hand over her wrist, slick and warm, not much bigger than her own. She could feel his breath on her face, so close, reeking of fresh blood.
She felt his weight come down on her. She felt his head resting against her shoulder and the burning hot stream of blood flowing down between their bodies. She grabbed hold of him to keep him from falling over, all while her inner voice screamed in agony, telling herself that this couldn't be happening, that she couldn't have done something as terrible as this for a second time, that this wasn't her fault, that she had done nothing wrong.
That she wasn't a murderer.
Hezzi folded his arms around her middle. His grip was so gentle. "Mother...?"
Shekka couldn't breathe. The air wheezed in and out of her throat, carrying the scent of her son's blood as a silent accusation.
"I'm sorry I had to leave you..." He was hugging her. Her son was hugging her. He wasn't just staying upright, he was hugging her, he was embracing her!
"Hezzi?"
"I love you..."
"Hezzi!"
All the strength ran out of his legs and suddenly his full weight was upon her. Her whole life she had seen him as the baby of the family, her little drisa, her little runt with the Fast Paws, never realising how much of his father was in him, how much taller he had gotten over the past few years, how much muscle he had built up in his slender frame.
"Hezziiii!!" His weight slowly dragged her down to her knees, but she refused to let go. She kept her embrace locked tight and held him close, screaming his name over and over. He was always so soft and warm and always smelled of earth and autumn leaves, but now there was only this scorching, hot wet stickiness and the overwhelming stench of blood.
She took a deep breath of freezing cold air, blacker than the darkness stabbing her from inside her broken heart, and expelled it all in the most painful scream of her life. "*Hezziiii!!*"
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Doggo and the Cat by Calico64 | #23 of Writings A story for two wonderful individuals, Doggo (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/success) and Mellybyte (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/mellybyte) This is not a continuation of Sextracredit but it is my second story for Melly's cute little calico cat character. I love writing for her | [
"Anal",
"Bitch",
"Calico",
"Club",
"Dancing",
"Doggo",
"M/F",
"Mellybyte",
"Night",
"Office",
"Piercings",
"Sex",
"Straight"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152597-doggo-and-the-cat | The night life was something to behold in that shit bag of a city. For some reason, all of the creeps came out at the same time, and all of them wanted to go to the club. Dog's club was bumping like there was no tomorrow. Colorful lights and hard beats filled the whole place, and the drinks flowed freely from bottles to cups. The dance floor was pretty well filled to the brim, people with claustrophobic proximity grinded up on one another. Very few of them could actually dance, and none of them could hear each other over the music.
The sexy hyena DJ of the evening, Madison Hayes, AKA Maddy 2 Baddy was wearing nothing but a tiny two piece bikini, showing off all of her tattoos that were all over her body as she danced in the DJ box, laying down records one after the other, mixing them together as she did her stripper dance inside the box. She mirrored the cage dancers that hung in small metal containers above the crowds as all four of them danced to the music, spot lights crossing them and showing off their glowing paint all over their bodies.
At his office, there sat Dog, the owner and head manager of the Dog Pile. He was a police Shepherd, been retired for some time now. He normally didn't sit at this table, preferring to be on the floor with his employees, and making sure things were going smoothly, but today, he had an interview for a new dancer. From what he heard, this was quite the dancer he was meeting, and he may have to wheel and deal with her.
He ran a fairly tight shift in the club, while he may let the occasional fucking happen in his back rooms, he still expected the work to get done. Once he was sure everything was running smoothly, he made his rounds. It all boiled down to customer satisfaction, and kicking out the assholes that ruined the fun. He even had to take out an asshole himself.
Some guy was harassing other pool players in the club, and started waving his cue around like he was going to hit someone. Dog put his hand on his shoulder to calm him down and he was met with a pool cue to the noggin. The pool cue broke over Dog's head, and that was when he started to bare his teeth. He grabbed the guy by both of his shoulders, digging his claws into his shoulders and smashing him into a wall. Then he swung him over to another wall where he hit his head. With one decking punch to his nose, Dog had one of his helpers open the back doors, and the asshole was kicked out into the dumpster's side, hitting it hard.
That was the way it went. Clubs drew in all kinds of crowds, and usually all kinds of drugs, but he didn't really care about that kind of stuff, so long as he didn't get in trouble for it.
In the midst of his train of thought, that was when the bouncer outside let Melly into the door ahead of the line. He made sure her name was on the list, and there she was, a Calico cat with perhaps the most slender, soft looking body he had ever seen. She was beautiful, with black and brown spots all over her white fur, and her hair half black and half brown. She wore a small black dress that only had a skirt that went up half way over her thighs. She also wore small-rimmed, black glasses, and a strange clover collar around her neck. As she looked around, she asked a waitress where he was, and she pointed her to his office up the stairs.
Dog waved to her as she neared, she waved back and he stood up in his seat. The table was rather large, but as she closed the door to his office, the extremely loud music was muffled to the point where they could hear each other.
"Hi! You must be Melody." He said, and motioned her toward the seat in front of his desk. She sat down and smiled at him.
"Just Melly is fine." She crossed her right leg over her left and let her skirt slip up her leg above her knee.
"Melly, do you happen to have a last name?" He lifted an eyebrow at her. She, however, kept a very straight face.
"I dunno, is Dog your real name?" She didn't skip a beat. They sat in silence for a moment, and Dog poured a drink for the both of them. "So, some soda for you, then?" He picked up a glass for her and held it out to her.
"Soda? You own a club and you drink soda? What sense does that make?" Melly said, grinning as if to keep from laughing. "I'm a whiskey drinker."
This widened Dog's eyes, the German Shepherd pushed a few buttons on his tablet on his desk, and put on a smile for her, which she returned.
"So, you'd like to be a dancer in my club. I have to tell you, you've come very much recommended by a lot of friends of mine. They hold you in the highest regards, especially with such wonderful, physical attributes." He said, and she saw he was now leering at her. As she rolled her eyes, the door opened behind her, and in came a very scantily clad zebra waitress. She had one black bra with white stripes that offset her black stripes. She held a glass in her hand with whiskey on ice.
Melly took the glass and nodded to the waitress, who winked at the calico cat and walked back out.
"Now, I am rather demanding of the entertainment I have in my club. If the entertainment isn't good, then the customers have one less reason to stay there. And--"
"And the drinks are watered down, so there's two less things to stay for, and the service is dickshit, so there's three less things." Melly said as she put the glass to her lips and drank down the entire whiskey in front of him. Then she put the glass on his desk. The calico cat curled her legs into the seat and flicked her tail end a few times, smiling at him.
His eyes almost went crooked with how hard his brow furrowed. This girl didn't seem to have the decency God promised a billy goat. Then it occurred to him that he had been floating his back teeth for a second there. He stood up from his desk and started to walk out.
"If you'll excuse me, I must use the little dog's room." Dog walked out of the office, and simply turned the corner next to it to get to the men's room.
The audacity of that woman! What the hell was her problem that she had to be such a sassy bitch?! He had heard nothing but the most shining reviews on her as a dancer, he but had never seen anyone act like such a cunt to him. He had half a mind to kick her out of the club and forbid her from returning!
Dog stepped up to the urinal and undid his pants. His cock was actually somewhat hard, and this surprised him a little. Why in the hell would he be hard at a time like this? He was running a business, and right now that business was making him chafe with how difficult it was. He looked down at his cock as it started to flow. He'd spent some serious dough putting hardware in it, it had a ring at the base of it, and along the shaft was a Jacob's Ladder, which was a series of bars along the bottom of it pierced into the skin. Then, at the tip of his dick was a Prince Albert had hooped in front of the head.
It was an impressive collection of cock piercings that he was quite fond of, and the ladies never complained. He did the shake as he was finished, and zipped up his pants, sighing. He was so very disappointed that Melly wasn't the girl he was hoping she'd be. With that body, she would get tips out the wazoo, and probably even bring in new customers. He loved the shape of those amazing tits, and that clover collar was awesome. He admired a girl with a good collar, and he even kept a leash by his desk for just such an occasion.
After a quick washing of his hands, he opened the door, and made his way back to his office. Then there came a very heated moment as he walked up the stairs and into his office once again. The calico cat had made herself at home in his chair. She was simply whirling around in his desk chair, and making whooshing sounds as she did it. He walked through the door and closed it behind himself.
"Miss Melly?" He said, seeing if she simply didn't notice him walking in. She suddenly stopped spinning around in the chair and propped her chin up on his desk, putting her elbow on his desk.
"Yes, Doggo?" She asked with a smile, obviously somewhat dizzy from the spinning.
"Doggo?" He asked, then shook his head. "Look, about the dancer job, I'm afraid I can't--"
"--Go lower than three thousand a paycheck." She propped up her legs on his desk and leaned way back in his chair, putting her hands behind her head as she continued to grin. He couldn't help notice her beautiful breasts pointed straight up into the air, but had that perfectly perky sag, indicating that they were very much real. He saw this, and then sat in the chair across from her.
"Three thousand? Are you insane? That's way more than my normal dancer's starting fee." His face became somewhat twisted as she picked up his soda and guzzled it down, wiping her mouth and setting it back down.
"Yep! But it's gonna be my starting fee. Plus, I get my own parking spot."
"Your own parking spot?! I'm the only one who has his own personal parking spot!" He pointed at himself with his thumb.
"Then give me yours!" She said with a big grin on her brown and black spotted face.
"That's crazy! Give me one good reason why I should pay you that much for fuck--" His ranting was cut short as he looked down at her legs as they came uncrossed. He suddenly realized that, underneath her tiny skirt, she wasn't wearing any underwear. He gazed at her pussy lips that had a unique pattern of black spots on them from her calico genes.
"Oh, I've got a pretty good reason." Melly said as she used her two forefingers to spread her labia for him, a devious grin spreading across her face. She got up from his chair and climbed up onto his desk, motioning her finger for him to come to her. He complied, and she wagged her tail as she unbuttoned his pants. At first, he was afraid of what she might think of his hardware, but she gasped, her eyes lit up as she saw the golden rings all up and down his shaft and on his tip. She ran her fingers gently over his twitching hard on, and delighted as the front ring looped over his head wiggled some.
As his breathing increased its rhythm, she wasted no time in shoving his entire dick in her mouth. The tip of her tongue ran along his ladder, before her mouth enclosed around his length and began sucking ever so vigorously.
"You're such a fucking cunt." He said as he began pushing his cock back and forth into her wanting mouth.
"Mmmhmmm." She hummed as he fucked her face with a bit of anger behind it. He grabbed her collar from the back and started pulling. She moaned and squinted her eyes. Her hand went down to her cunt and started rubbing her clitoris. The loops on his dick were smooth, but rippled against her tongue in such a glorious momentum, the feeling made her pussy drip like a torrent.
"I don't take shit from my dancers! And if you talk back to me again, I'll fucking spank your ass until it's beat red!" He shouted as his cock went down her throat, his finger loosening on her collar so she could swallow his head. After a few sucks, she gagged and made a small straining noise as he dug deeper into her throat.
"That's right, get it deep!" He growled at her as he got his base all the way down to her lips, and she seemed to have no problem in sucking on it like that until he pulled it out. Precum drooled out of her mouth as she gasped for breath, looking up at him, her glasses had migrated down the rim of her nose, which he used his finger to gently pushed back up to her nose with a little grin on his face. "Now get in position, I want a clear view of that pretty pussy." Dog said as his thumb and forefinger gently pinched her bottom lip, making her stick out her tongue slightly.
"Now." He said, pushing her back onto his desk. She got on her back, and then rolled over onto her knees, pulling her entire dress off in one motion. Her hands rubbed over her tits before her entire top half of her torso leaned down onto his desk. Melly's ass stuck straight up in the air with her hands spreading out her cheeks.
Dog delighted in seeing her beautiful asshole in full view. He couldn't help himself from putting his muzzle to her pink lips, and giving them one long lap with his tongue. She mewled like a whore and trembled as he stuck his tongue between her labia and started to lick with a serious hunger. He greedily slurped at her juices, causing her to cry out in absolute ecstasy, nipping and nibbling at her sensitive skin before he began sucking on her clitoris.
If the music had not been playing so loud outside of the office, every single person in that club could have heard her outbursts of erotic glee.
"Oh fuck! I'm sorry, Doggo! Please, forgive me! AAH!" She cried out again as he slapped her ass hard. Dog was especially impressed with its firm, taut demeanor. "Ah, please, Doggo! Fuck me. Right here." She shouted into the desk as her hands spread out her ass cheeks, and her asshole wiggled a little bit. She gasped as he began to rub it with the tip of his finger, feeling its rough epidermal frame around the crevice.
"Right here?" He asked, and she yelped as his finger tip penetrated her ass. She pushed back against his finger, lost in a daze of cum drunkeness and absolute desire. And her gasp echoed through the office as he began pushing the ringed head of his cock into her anal passage, squeezing it deep into her butt, and continuing to slide it forward. It was well lubed with her saliva and his precum, and she called out every time she felt one of his metal, smooth pieces attached to his cock bury itself into her. It was a sensation she never thought she'd have outside of a heavily rimmed dildo.
As he began to fuck her in a long rhythm, she let out extended, quivering moans as she felt the ripples within her very core from his cock rings. The sensation was indescribable. Her ass shook to its foundation and her back arched as she already reached her first orgasm! Melly reached down to her pussy, sliding two fingers into it as he continuously vibrated her asshole with his amazing cock rings. Even her moans vibrated with his fucking growing ever faster with every passing moment. It took no time at all for her to cum again, and that one leading up to yet another one.
With her ever growing lust, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and held her left, spotted nipple up to her mouth and began tonguing it uncontrollably.
Dog grabbed hold of her tail and yanked it back into his cock thrusts, hurting her, but even the pain felt magnificent! He used her tail as a handle, using her like his fucking playtoy, and dipped his cock as deep as it would go into her anal cavity, his precum free flowing at that point, giving him all the lubricant he would ever need.
Her tail hole felt absolutely amazing! She hadn't anything like this since she was fucked with a vibrator up her ass. She drooled all over the desk, and pushed against his cock as hard as she could, and he was quick to catch onto her pattern with his thrusts. However, then there came a time when he quickly yanked his gold equipped rod from her butt, causing yet another orgasm to stack with the others.
She thought she finally had a moment to catch her breath from such an amazing rem jabbing. Then he pulled her off of his desk by her arms and put her on the ground as fast as he could. He pulled Melly's hair away from her face as he jerked his joystick as hard as he could in front of her face.
"Oh! God yes! Cum! Please cum for me! Smother me with-- YES!" His cum splattered against her t-zone, and yet another two shots hit the roof of her mouth. Her glasses had one small piece of her lense that was not covered in spunk. Both of them panted for a good minute before Dog sat down in his guest chair, his slowly softening cock still drenched in juices. Melly sat on the ground, her face covered in semen and her ass feeling like it was still vibrating, promising a week of pain after it calmed down. She looked over at him through the part of her glasses she could still see through.
"So... Three thousand a paycheck?" She smiled at him, licking a little jizz off her lip, and moaning as she felt her asshole vibrate more.
"Fine, fine. Dance for me and you'll get your paychecks, but I get exclusive rights while you're here in my club. Exclusive rights to that ass, that is." He said, still panting a little, his cock still vibrating at a wonderful rate.
"Mmhmm." Melly rubbed her ass cheek in front of him and stuck her tongue out. "I knew you'd come crawling back for more." |
F. - Chapter Five by OttoTheFuzzBall | #5 of F. (Initial Concept) Chapter five. Here we go! Deeper into the lives of the characters, as well as a new one! As usual, I'm so happy to be able to share this with you. I never thought F. would make it this far.. So thank you all. - The shepherd sat there for quite a while, completely shocked | [
"Femboy",
"Fox",
"Gay Relationships",
"German Shepherd",
"Plot Development",
"Romance"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145111-f-chapter-five | The shepherd sat there for quite a while, completely shocked by what he had just seen. It was Felix. In his dreams. But why? Rather how? It felt so real. He sat and pondered for a few minutes, just remembering bits and pieces of the dream by now. He always hated how easily he forgot his dreams. But if one thing was for sure, he wouldn't ever forget that face...
Kaiser finally shook it off and rolled back the blankets, sliding himself up and out of bed. He had a busy day ahead of him, and there was no time to waste. He quickly glanced at the clock near his bedside. Just past eight.. "Not bad." He mumbled as he began stretching his muscles. Usually it took a miracle for the dog to wake up early. ..Just ask his father..
...Sour thoughts. No time to think on it now though...
Kaiser quickly breezed through his morning routine. First as usual, it was one hundred push ups, followed by one hundred crunches, after that he would fix himself a protein shake and then have a quick jog. It was a rather nice morning. Overcast, with temperatures in the sixties. Humidity was pretty bad, but that was to be expected in a coastal city, nothing he couldn't handle. Upon his return he would hop into the shower and wash himself up all the while letting his muscles relax in the warmth of the water as he thought over the strange dream again. Then it was off to make some breakfast, which was usually something simple. Kaiser couldn't really cook to save his life, but he managed to whip up some pretty good bacon and eggs.
He sat there at the kitchen table for a good while just spacing out, remembering last night's spat with his dad. It hurt. The words that he had said. Like how his aspirations to be a professional athlete were nothing but a "pipe dream". Kaiser sort of scoffed to himself. A pipe dream? What a load of crap. Kaiser knew he could make it happen. He wouldn't have been so dedicated to it all otherwise. Who did his dad think he was anyway?
...The old shepherd's ears must've been ringing...
In he came from the front door, eyes showing nothing but extreme exhaustion, posture somewhat slumped. Thud went the duffle bag onto the floor. It must've been a busy night for him. Then again, every night is busy for a police officer. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, looking over to see his son sat at the table. He gave a surprised arch of the brow, then glanced to the clock. "Wow. Out of bed before ten. What's the occasion?" He said over his shoulder, reaching into the fridge. Kaiser quickly scarfed down the last of his meal before responding. "I'm gonna be hanging out with Felix today. We planned on meeting up around twelve." Kaiser's father nodded while glugging down some milk from the carton, setting it down slowly afterwards on the counter before speaking. "Sounds fun. He go to school with you?" Well that was strange. No "be careful" or "just stay out of trouble". No twenty questions about the guy? His tone was completely different. It was almost like he actually approved of one of his son's freinds. Kaiser smiled. "Yeah..". The old dog smiled back and nodded. "Cool. Have fun." Again, totally different tone than expected.. Who was this guy, and what had he done with his dad? ..Oh well.. No sense questioning it.
Kaiser quickly washed up his dishes and headed back towards his room. On the way there he passed by a picture on the wall in the hallway that caught his eye. It was his father on graduation day from the academy. The picture had a small golden plaque underneath that said "Jacob Lattimore - 2005" He smiled and stood there for a moment, looking at his much younger, admittedly, more in shape father. It was almost unbelieveable how long ago that was now.. Just over ten years. Right before his mother died. She never much liked the idea of his father joining the force. Rightfully so as the job was a very dangerous one. Not that Cape Cavada was much of a crime ridden area, but it had it's problems like any other city.
Jacob truly loved what he did. He loved to help people. He dedicated his life to serving and protecting so many innocent lives everyday without thinking twice about it. He had been shot at, battered and bruised, screamed at, even spit on. But every day, he returned home knowing that he would be right back at it again the next, ready to face whatever may come his way. He was very admireable for that, and he may not have known it, but Kaiser never stopped looking up to him.
Kaiser slowly pulled himself away from the photo, heading to his room. As he entered, he stood in the doorway searching around for a moment. Where was his jacket? Better yet where was anything in this black hole of a room. There were clothes strewn across the floor. Football gear here and there. His bed was a mess. His desk was cluttered with books and magazines. And don't even think about the smell of dirty socks. This place needed a serious cleaning. He glanced at the clock again. Ten on the dot. He definitely had some time..
...Might as well...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a certain fox had only just rolled himself out of bed.
Felix rubbed at his eyes, struggling to see past blurry vision as he slowly forced himself to sit up in bed. What in the world ran him over last night? He felt awful, and slept like a rock. He didn't even recall dreaming about anything actually. Which was very odd for a fox with an overactive mind.
After a few more minutes of his usual morning vegetation, he finally slipped from beneath the covers, shambling his way over to the light switch and flipping it on.
ACK.
The fox squinted and covered his eyes as the room flooded with light. Bad idea.
It took some time, but his eyes finally adjusted. By now he was putting his bed back together after what looked like a tornado tore it apart. He must've been moving around a lot. The comforter was halfway off of the bed, his sheets were coming off on one corner, and there was a pillow halfway across the room. Strange. The only time he ever had crazy sleep like this was if something was weighing on his mind, and it usually only happened during exam time.
...What was it?...
DING.
Suddenly, the fox's phone lit up from his nightstand. A message. From Kaiser. He quickly moved around his bed to the phone and snatched it up. The message read. "On my way now, ETA 20." Twenty?.. Twenty minutes?.. Wait a minute. Felix checked the time frantically only to confirm his fear. It was past eleven. He overslept.
...Oh no...
The fox tossed his phone to the bed and went immeadiately into panic mode running out of his room and down the hall. Kaiser was coming. And there he was running around with bed hair, a night shirt and a pair of panties on. He had to hurry. His least favorite thing to do.
He scurried around the kitchen, quickly throwing on a pot of coffee before running off to the bedroom once more to gather up something to wear. "What was the weather like?" "Please don't let there be anymore rain." He thought to himself as he snatched up his jeans. "Was it cold?" He pondered as he debated between a shirt or a sweater. "Where were they going to eat?" The questions raged on and on as the minutes ticked away. "Oh fuck it." He finally cried out, forcing himself to just pick something and head off to the bathroom. There was no time to waste.
The fox quickly threw off his clothes and hopped into the shower, not even allowing himself time to enjoy the warmth as he lathered up his fur and hair. This may have been one of the only times that his brain didn't slip off into a daydream or a memory.
Meanwhile, the shepherd was on the way. He had hopped onto the bus today to save time. Cleaning had actually taken a little longer than he expected and disallowed him the luxury of a long walk. No big deal to him though, it wasn't like he needed anymore exercise anyway. As he grabbed a seat, he pulled his phone from his jeans a glanced at it. No response from Felix. Hopefully he was awake...
Felix quickly burst out the door and into the hallway, toothbrush in his mouth as he ran down the hallway, towel still wrapped around his body. As many times as he were late to something, it was no wonder the fox had become such a good multitasker. He was able to get dressed, finish making his bed and brush his teeth all at the same time. Twenty minutes flew right by, thankfully, still no Kaiser, which meant he was doing pretty well. Finally he responded to the message. "Sorry, was in the shower." Which techically wasn't a lie... The fox smiled. He was good at this.
DING
Kaiser's phone came to life. He quickly read the message and smirked. "I guess that means I'm right on time then." He said aloud, reaching out to press the doorbell.
Apparently, not as good as Kaiser's timing.. As the doorbell rung, the fox was just in the middle of fixing up his hair. He jumped at the loud dinging. That sound was something he needed to get used to.
"Just a minute!" Felix called out as he finished up his do, smiling proudly at himself in the mirror. He actually looked good for only twenty minutes worth of work, and his outfit wasn't half bad. A black turtleneck sweatshirt, dark blue jeans, and his notorious thick rimmed glasses that just screaned "I had no time for contacts this morning." Perfect.
He quickly made his way over to the front door and swung it open to see the familiar face, heart happily jumping around, tail following right along with it. The fox smiled brightly. "Hey, I'm just finishing up, c'mon in." The shepherd smiled back and followed Felix inside. "You're dressed this time." Felix blushed and looked over his shoulder to the dog, rolling his eyes slightly. "Lucky you." He joked as he went into the kitchen and over the the coffee pot. His life blood. Kaiser just laughed and stood in the doorway watching him as he moved around. He actually looked way different when he tried..
"You want some coffee?" Felix asked. Kaiser snapped himself out of his stare. "Uh yeah, sure, that'd be nice." Which was a total lie. Kaiser hated coffee. But he needed to respond quickly to not look like a staring creep. But why was he staring so much anyway?.. He quickly averted his eyes and began to scan the apartment. It was not a bad looking place. Felix really put time into decorating. Sure there wasn't a lot of furniture, but the drawings, the paintings, all over the walls. They were beautiful.
Felix meanwhile had been guilty of staring, he was just much better about hiding it as he rubbernecked from the kitchen, pouring the coffee. Kaiser looked different today. The sweats replaced by a nice pair of jeans and a white long sleeve shirt. Pretty simple, but still, refreshing.
"These drawings are really nice Felix." He suddenly heard from the living room. Kaiser had taken initiative and begun exploring the area, taking notice to all of his framed art he had hanging on the walls. His cheeks warmed. "Thanks.. I made them myself actually." Just then, Kaiser looked like he had seen a ghost as his eyes widened. He didn't believe the statement. "No way.. You made this stuff?" Felix shyly nodded. He was extrememly humble. "Yeah.. I mean they're okay. Nothing special really." The shepherd looked to him with a crooked face. "Nothing special? Felix are you kidding me? Look at these."
Kaiser was right, they really were a sight to see. There was a painting before him, hanging just above the television. It depicted a setting sun, beautiful oranges and pinks, creeping upon an ocean of deep blue, mixing all together to create a somewhat euphoric abstract style image. Sun sets were one of Felix's favorite things to recreate. Although he never felt he could do the real thing any justice. But Kaiser felt otherwise.
"Are you an art major?" He asked. Felix just nodded again silently as he walked over holding the coffee mugs in his paws. "It shows." Said the dog. Felix was beaming with pride by now, a huge smile upon his face. These compliments were way too much for him, but it was nice for a change. For awhile he just stood and watched his guest's eyes float around, admiring all of his work. It wasn't until he noticed the eyes wandering a bit lower and over to the coffee table that his smile faded, and his heart sank. There it was, totally forgotten about until now. The picture of the shepherd he sketched the night before staring right back into the eyes of the admirer.
...How embarassing... |
The Greys Chapter 12: Bill Blake by hyenafur | #13 of The Greys - Bill Blake was a gigantic, solid gray wolf in more ways than one. He wasn't much taller than most of his kind, but he was heavy. His chest was flabby, his belly was thick and round, but his arms looked like two old pines that grew right out of his shoulders. He looked very | [
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Wolf",
"Zootopia"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148641-the-greys-chapter-12-bill-blake | Bill Blake was a gigantic, solid gray wolf in more ways than one. He wasn't much taller than most of his kind, but he was heavy. His chest was flabby, his belly was thick and round, but his arms looked like two old pines that grew right out of his shoulders. He looked very intimidating, but in reality, he was a big softie, like a teddy bear stuck in a wolf's body.
Like Kody, Bill was fairly new to the area, only living there for the last two or three years. He'd been a County Sheriff's Deputy over in Nutwood County before moving here to become the Sheriff of Tri-Burrows County, which was a bit surprising, since they rarely elected someone they didn't know well.
The presence of the wolf made Gideon blush, and Kody raise an eyebrow at his cousin's reaction. "Hey Bill," the fox replied as he tried to put on some semblance of calm. He hadn't expected to run into Bill, especially since the two tods had just been talking about beaus.
Bill's lips parted in a warm smile, "Well now, who's this cutie next to ya? Yer brother?"
Now Kody was blushing too, his ears flattening as he looked up at the larger man. Kody'd never been super attracted to wolves even though both genders had hit on him multiple times, but he couldn't help but like this one for some reason.
Gideon stuttered slightly, "He's... he's my cousin, Kody." The massive wolf chuckled as he looked between the two chunky foxes, "And where's Gideon been hiding ya? He ain't never told me bout ya before."
Gideon was just about to answer when Kody spoke for the pair, "That's because I was adopted."
Bill tilted his head, his ears flopping around, "Ya don't look 'dopted to me." Kody chewed his bottom lip, "I was adopted by another family when I was a kit. I didn't find out I was a Grey til a few years ago."
Gideon blinked a few times. He wasn't sure why his cousin was spilling the beans to Bill, but he didn't stop him, only adding, "The family don't like t'talk'bout it, but he's Aunt Jo's kit." The wolf just nodded as he started to absorb all the new information for a brief second, but then he smiled warmly, "Well, I hope he don't lock ya up again, Kody. I'd love to get t'know ya, but I gots to get going."
Gideon and Kody were just about to say their goodbyes when Bill gave both of them a massive hug, his face moving in between them to whisper, "Now that I got two of ya, we're gonna have lots more fun together," before letting them go.
Bill turned around and walked off, leaving Kody and Gideon in a bit of a daze for a brief second. "He's your sweetheart, isn't he," Kody said as he turned to look at his cousin. The other tod bit his lower lip as he nodded his head, "Yeah."
"So you're," Kody started to say, but his cousin cut him off, "I ain't queer if that's whatcha mean. I'm... whatchacallit? Bicycle?"
Kody chuckled, "Something like that. I think you mean bisexual."
"Yeah, that's it. I like gals, but I also like fellers too," Gideon said as his face was redder than a Russian beat. Kody blushed too, "Yeah. Me too."
There was a long pause as they started their walk again, only for Gideon to break the silence. "So. You got a place t'stay here?"
"I was thinking about heading back to my apartment back in Mammoth River," Kody replied. He hadn't expected to spend the night in Bunnyburrow, in fact he'd planned to head home after this and be back the next day, it was a weekend after all.
"Naw, cuz. Ya c'n spend the night at my place," his cousin offered. Kody attempted to refuse, but Gideon wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise, "Yer stayin' the night. I insist." |
Bowser's Private Time by Minsc9 | It's been too long since I uploaded something, so here I am with a short little smut scene featuring everyone's favourite daddy koopa! Artwork supplied by the ever-amazing Bobert of FurAffinity! Enjoy! - **Bowser's Private Time** The towering hulk of masculinity huffed in annoyance, despite | [
"Bowser",
"Cum",
"Cum shot",
"Cumming",
"Cumshot",
"Hyper",
"Hyper Pecs",
"King Koopa",
"Koopa",
"Masturbation",
"Muscle",
"Muscle Worship",
"Muscles",
"Nipples",
"Pecfucking",
"Pecjob",
"pecs"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149059-bowser-s-private-time | **Bowser's Private Time**
The towering hulk of masculinity huffed in annoyance, despite demanding his underlings make sure his pristine white suit was big enough, the koopa king's immense physique was still straining the oversized garment to it's limit, every ridge of thick, bulging muscle showing through perfectly. Where his outfit was particularly under assault was at chest level, Bowser's absolutely mountainous pecs threatening to burst out at a moment's notice. Having to be extra-careful to make sure his overhanging shelf of beef didn't ruin his tux, he awkwardly shuffled forward, though that only highlighted yet another issue. Due to being so tight, the fabric rubbed against his body in the most intimate of places. Even his huge, fat nipples were being teasingly brushed and rubbed, the titan reddening darkly as they quickly hardened up, showing through the thick fabric so that any onlookers would be unable to miss them. By now he was huffing less from annoyance and more from his growing excitement, despite his best attempts, the toying his vast pecs were receiving was making sure the monstrous bulge filling his pants was twitching and steadily swelling as the beast inside stirred.
As Bowser shuffled toward his throne, his breaths deepened, the koopa king practically panting from the sensation of fabric on skin alone, his ludicrously-oversized manhood filling out more of his already-skin-tight pants, it wouldn't be long before the cloth would be unable to hold any longer. Soon though he finally reached it, and took a seat, parking his meaty backside down on the huge, wickedly-decorated throne, a groan of relief leaving the big daddy's maw. He glanced down at his chest, jutting out so far from his powerful frame he could see little else of himself over it. With his excited at an all-time high though, he knew his surging shaft wasn't going to go down without some... intimate attention, and so after a quick glance around his throne room, and seeing that none of his underlings were currently on duty, he wasted no time in reaching for the buttons that kept his goliath meat-mountains at bay.
Whilst he tried to be careful as to keep his suit intact, his impatience was winning out, tearing the front of that beautifully-tailored suit open and grunting in relief as his colossal man-tits blasted out, Bowser breathing deeply and huskily as his huge mitts went to work. He grabbed huge handfuls of firm-but-pliable muscle, sinking his thick fingers into it and he man-handled himself, only filling his throne room with even deeper groans. "Mmmrrr\~" He gripped, squeezed and generally attacked those titanic tiddies as if his life depended on it, though soon merely grinding his hands against them wasn't enough, he wrapped his strong digits around those fat, pulsing nubs and tweaked them hard, waves of pleasure flooding through him, "Nnnngh!!!\~"
His pants by now had no hope of containing that monolith that was sizing up within them, and soon that enormous cock tore through, shredding the white fabric to ribbons as it did so, precum already oozing from the head. Still huffing helplessly, the feeling as his whopping koopahood slapped against his humongous melons was too much, and it no time he had grabbed the absurdly-thick base of that shaft and was forcing it right up into the deep ravine that separated his prodigious pectorals. Pretty soon he'd driven it as deep as it would go, the head just about peeking through between them.
Well, the quick, desperate throbbing of his cock so deep in his insanely-sensitive chest was heaven by itself, but he knew what was about to come was even better. Not giving himself a chance to become content with simply thrusting himself into his tits, he slumped back in his throne, lazing back just enough so he could arch his back and pull his precum-spewing monster back out from between those hills, then slamming every inch he could manage back into that warm, tight valley, again and again and again, essentially giving himself the best titjob of his life! Of course his hands were back to tugging on those hard, fat nipples in no time, Bowser roaring out with enough force for the whole room to rumble and shake.
He grit his teeth, his massive balls swelling and churning with untold amounts of his thick, potent cum, and judging by the noises coming from the big daddy koopa, it wouldn't be long before it was covering his throne room. Tensing his hulking muscles, he sped up his frantic fucking, making sure to flex those pecs even bigger, even tighter around his behemoth dick, milking it for the flood of precum that gushed out of it, splattering over not only those mounds but also the king's rugged, blushing face. "Hnngh, c'mon, c'mon!" he bucked his hips like a wild animal, eager for release, which thankfully just about ready to arrive.
"GRAAAAAAH!" Bowser's entire castle was shaken to it's core, not only from his bellowing, primal roar, but from the sheer force of his orgasm, a veritable eruption of thick, slick seed blasting out from that monster cock, painting his face in a thick layer of the stuff, well, his face, hair and throne, and that was but one rope! As more ridiculous quantities of the king's spunk surged forth, he squeezed those mighty man-mountains of his around his shaft, soon they too were being splattered with huge dollops of cum, then the rest of his hulking body, and then the rest of the room! Ceilings, walls, banners, rugs, doors, windows, all of them were lost beneath a vast tide of big daddy's pent-up load, and it was already leaking out to the rest of the fortress.
Thankfully just as the hallway outside was being submerged in the koopa king's sizeable load, his balls finally emptied, and he was left a panting, cum-covered heap on his throne, slowly coming down from his high and prising himself back out from between his pecs. Sitting up, he stared around the much whiter room, a sly smirk on his lips, "Damn, gonna need my whole army to clean up this mess," he grinned proudly. |
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (6) by Patcher | #6 of A Stranger in Suburbia Not yet. - **[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146359) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146901)** **Wait with naming yourself.** Maybe there is someone out there who knows who you are | [
"Corgi-weasel",
"Interactive story",
"Prologue",
"Strangeness"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146531-a-stranger-in-suburbia-an-interactive-story-prologue-6 | **[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146359) | [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) | [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146901)**
**Wait with naming yourself.**
Maybe there is someone out there who knows who you are and can help you out, like this\_ **Benevolence** \_character. What sort of name is that, anyway?
**Perhaps it is time to find a way out of here.**
There is an unopened door in the **alcove** ( **ENTRANCE HALLWAY!!!** ).
**Attempt to open the unopened door.**
You open it. What did you expect?
Outside is a hallway that puts your precious **entrance hallway** to shame. It is brightly lit but scarcely decorated. Your own door has a plaque with the number **202** written on it. There are five other doors in the hallway that follow the number scheme, going from **201** to **206**. It remains quiet.
---
**HOW TO PLAY**
Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown Corgi-weasel protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions. |
Act Your Age at the Mall by Andlat | #2 of Hunter Set in the Act Your Age universe, Hunter and his mom are at the mall when a certain need arises. With a couple twists and turns, will Hunter ever be able to show his face at the mall again? - Act Your Age at the Mall Hunter whimpered as his mom led him into the family | [
"Diaper",
"Diapers",
"Lion",
"Lioness",
"Magic",
"Public",
"Vocabulary",
"embarrassment"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152645-act-your-age-at-the-mall | Act Your Age at the Mall
Hunter whimpered as his mom led him into the family restroom by the paw. Thanks to his insistence that she allow him to wear a t-shirt and shorts over his Barney onesie, he looked for all the world like a normal twelve-year-old being led toward the changing tables. Both the Scooby-Doo t-shirt and shorts were hand-me-downs from Koda, even though Koda was four years younger than him.
"Mommy, I really can wait until we get home." He whispered, hoping not to draw the attention of the moms changing their cubs.
"I am not letting you stay in a messy diaper until we get home." The lioness replied at a normal volume, but it was far too loud in Hunter's opinion. "Now, hop up on the changing table." Hunter complied, grateful that no one had really noticed the sheer size of the cub that his mom had on the changing table. "You're too old to be whining." The lioness said. "How old are you again?"
"Twelve." Hunter mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Twelve." That caused a few ears to rise around the room and Hunter whimpered.
"Mommy will be quick." The lioness promised. She tugged down Hunter's shorts, completely removing them, to his embarrassment. As long as she put them back on after, everything would be fine. "Do you want your pacifier?"
"No, thanks." Hunter figured that remembering his manners was his best bet to avoid an embarrassing prolongment of the change. His mom considered whether or not to give it to him anyway.
"Alright, but any more whining and it's going in."
"Yes, mommy." Hunter said, entirely a demure little boy. She undid his onesie and yanked both it and the Scooby-Doo t-shirt he wore over it all the way up to his armpits, giving her easy access to his drooping Pampers Cruisers. To his ears, the rip of the tapes was as loud as thunder, but as Mommy began to clean him, his thoughts wandered. As much as he hated to admit it, in the week since Koda had made him into a big baby bedwetter, Hunter had had so many diaper changes, he had lost count. Unless something went wrong, he just let happen what needed to happen.
"Uh-oh." Mommy said. Hunter looked at her. Even though she had said it calmly, that was never a good thing to hear when your entire lower half was up in the air.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh, Mommy was silly and accidentally packed your nini diapies instead of your daytime ones." She said with a smile. "Well, a diaper's a diaper."
"But they're so thick!"
"Maybe you can go a couple hours without needing a change then, hmm?" She tickled his belly.
"Mommy!" The lioness smacked his thigh.
"Hunter, I'll give you one more chance to stop the whining or it'll be paci time!" Hunter grumbled, but did not say anything else as she resumed his change. He wiggled as he always did when she rubbed baby powder into his weewee. He rolled his eyes. A few nights ago, Mommy had started a new game at bath time. She would ask Hunter to point out body parts of his. She would ask him where his tummy or tushie or weewee or toesy poesies were and he'd have to point and loudly announce the body part. Koda clearly loved seeing his mom insist that his big brother use toddler terms. It had gotten to the point where Hunter thought in those terms as well.
"Mommy's all done!" She said as she taped the diaper around his waist. She checked to make sure he was leakproof, taking the opportunity to realign his onesie and button it over the puffy mass around his waist. The onesie was easily stretchy enough to fit over it, but whereas his Pampers Cruisers had only left a slight puff that you would only notice if you looked for it, this diaper seemed to loudly proclaim his baby status. "Let's see about getting your shorts back on." Mommy said, easing them up Hunter's legs. He knew before she even reached his knees that there was no hope, but what would they do? To her credit, Mommy tried four or five times before giving up.
"They don't fit!" Hunter moaned. "But I need my shorts."
"You'll just have to go without them, kiddo." Mommy said.
"But Mommy!" Fast as a gunslinger, Mommy whipped out the pacifier and got it into Hunter's mouth.
"I warned you about whining. Now, it's not that far to the car. No one will mind if you're not wearing pants." Sitting him up, she removed his t-shirt, revealing Barney's smiling face to the world. Seeing her son's face, she kissed his nose. "It would've looked silly to have two shirts on and no pants." The twelve-year-old gnawed on the pacifier bulb.
She helped him off of the changing table, Hunter's body naturally assuming a bow-legged stance to accommodate the thick diaper. He hated how, after only a week, his body seemed totally accustomed to being diapered. His mom kissed the top of his head.
"Can Mommy's little helper throw his icky stinky diaper away?" She handed it to him without waiting for a response. Looking around, Hunter saw a trash bin right next to the changing table, but it had a big red and white sign that said Out of Order. The only other one was clear across the room. With an angry mutter, he began to waddle toward it, trying not to look at his reflection in every mirror that he passed. He knew even without looking that he had lost all twelve-year-old appearances and had become nothing more than an oversized toddler.
Perhaps it was the nature of the spell that Koda had cast, but no one seemed to question the twelve-year-old waddling in their midst. All the comments he heard were exclamations about how adorable he was and what a big boy he was for helping his mommy throw away his yucky diaper. Seeing his grouchy expression, Mommy kneeled down the moment he returned to her and checked his diaper.
"The way you're glaring, I thought you were messy again already!" She said, patting his diapered bottom. "Let's get going." She took his paw and began to walk, moving nice and slowly to accommodate her son's wide waddle. "We're parked on the far side of the mall, but Mommy's in no hurry, sweetie." She said, smiling. |
Tauren Tale, Chapter 9 by gre7g | #9 of Tauren Tale - After twelve days on Trail of Woe, the journey came to an abrupt halt. A chasm that opened deep into the desert floor split the trail in two. There was no way to cross it - in either direction - for as far as the trio could see. The far edge of the chasm was a good twenty feet | [
"Adventure",
"Fantasy",
"Magic",
"Minotaur",
"Slavery",
"Tauren",
"Werewolf",
"Worgen"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150795-tauren-tale-chapter-9 | After twelve days on Trail of Woe, the journey came to an abrupt halt. A chasm that opened deep into the desert floor split the trail in two. There was no way to cross it - in either direction - for as far as the trio could see. The far edge of the chasm was a good twenty feet away and five or six feet higher than the edge they stood on.
"How can we possibly get there, now?" Kazbo squeaked in what the Tauren had learned was his frustrated voice.
"Well, unless you know some sort of flying spell, we can't cross," Sanja said. "We have no choice but to go around."
"Which way?" Jorga asked.
His sister studied the ground. "There's no sign of prints going east. Not a whole lot of prints going west, but it looks like the few people who have come this way all walked into the setting sun."
She looked at the others. "It's probably a bad idea to forge a new path without a map, so let's go west."
---
They followed the crack west for four days before encountering the oasis. It was so large, so impossibly huge, that Sanja and Jorga actually smelled it a full day before they were actually close enough to see it. They came over a rise, and there it was, stretching from one horizon to the other.
The trio stood in silence for a long minute before Sanja could gasp, "Wow."
She turned to Kazbo. "I had heard the stories about the archdruids trying to make Desolace lush once more, but I never really thought they could manage it."
"You didn't?" the Gnome asked.
"Well how could they? I could imagine a spell powerful enough to turn a sand dune lush, but that's huge! It's like a whole country."
She lowered her voice reverently, "They say that not even the ancients could do such a thing..."
---
The oasis was more than just a green island within a sea of rock and sand. It was a true swamp with oppressive humidity, vines that blocked the trail, and more stretches that had to be waded than those that could be hiked.
Kazbo slapped at his arm for the twentieth time and screamed. He looked to the Tauren with misery evident on his face. Large, red welts stood out sharply from his pink skin. "Aren't they biting you?"
The siblings looked at each other and shook their heads.
"They must be Horde mosquitoes!" Jorga laughed.
Sanja covered the boy's mouth and looked apologetic. "You look terrible!"
She rushed to a clump of grasses that were nearly as tall as herself. "See if you can find some flat rocks that we can use as a mortar and pestle," she instructed the boys.
Sanja used the knife and digging tool to cut down a thick clump of sweet-smelling lemon grass. Then she crushed it into an oily goop with the rocks that Jorga carried.
"This will keep the bites from itching?" The Gnome looked hopeful.
"Perhaps a little," she said, "but it will keep the bugs away, so at least you won't get bitten any more that you already are."
Kazbo removed his shirt and Jorga whistled at just how many welts covered his back. "They *love* you!"
"I better crush some more," Sanja said. "You're going to need a lot."
---
Apart from the bugs, life in the swamp was even easier than it was in the desert. The land teemed with edible berries, mushrooms, and small creatures. It rained regularly, and instead of searching for water, they spent their days setting up shelters and searching for dry places to camp.
There was no dry firewood to be found, of course, but the little man's magic managed to set even the wettest wood ablaze.
"No... owa... halii!" the boys chanted in unison. Jorga reached over the vine he had strung between two trees and pushed the Gnome unceremoniously down on his rear end. He didn't even need to step over the vine to claim victory.
"Aw, come on. You're not even trying."
"I do not think rope wrestling is my sport," Kazbo muttered from where he sat. "And besides, I have not even had my blackroot this morning. I am barely awake as it is."
"What if I only use one hand?" Jorga suggested.
"Hey, be nice to Kazbo," Sanja said without getting up. "He's like twenty times older than Dad!"
"I am not *old*," he said with exaggerated emphasis. "I am just not as strong as your brother. He has muscles..."
"Like a bull?" Sanja offered with a smile.
"What are you doing, anyhow?" he asked. "I do not understand why you even kept all of those nasty jackrabbit pelts."
The pelts were pretty crude and stiff. She had scraped all of the meat from the hides to keep them from rotting. She had even treated the insides with a paste made of brain meats and urine. But to truly tan each hide, she would have needed to work the leather over a rope for hours.
She had yet to weave a rope, and Sanja couldn't spare the time it would take to do this right. If they were going to hike, hunt, and set up camp every day, then something had to give. As it was, she hated how much time she had invested into cutting a needle from bone and turning the rabbit intestines into string.
Sadly, Kazbo didn't appear to have any practical skills at all. Her brother knew a little more, but he was still just a child. He had the same attention span shared by every calf in their first summer.
"Making clothes, of course," she said, as if it were obvious. "I really wish we could hunt larger prey. It's going to take an awful lot of rabbits to keep us covered... all the way back to Mulgore."
She gave him a meaningful look and the Gnome nodded. *Winter coats*, Kazbo inferred. In a year's time, he figured that Jorga would be larger than Sanja was now, and that she would be even larger still.
The pair looked over to Jorga, but the boy was too busy watching ants to have picked up on her coded message.
"Are you two almost ready to head out?"
Jorga shrugged and squished a bug with his thumb.
"I will go refill the water skin," Kazbo volunteered.
Sanja started packing up their possessions and the Gnome hauled the nearly-empty water skin down the trail to the water hole.
The Tauren looked up with a start when they heard the splash. Whatever made that sound was far too large to be a Gnome falling into a water hole.
Sanja grabbed the spear and ran.
---
The siblings found Kazbo gripping a small tree for dear life. His face and arms were ashen, and his lower half was deep within the jaws of a huge crocolisk. He was screaming for help.
The six-legged beast was a dark green and scaly. The trio had seen many of the giants, sunning themselves on muddy banks. They caught glimpses of more just beneath the surface, waiting to ambush the unsuspecting with their huge jaws and countless teeth. At six feet from snout to tail, this was far from one of the largest, but it would be easily big enough to drown and eat the poor Gnome.
Sanja stabbed viciously at the beast with her spear. It jerked in surprise at the attack, but the creature's hide was far thicker than she had realized, and the wound she gave it was more minor than she had hoped.
She raised the spear and jabbed again. Jorga hurled a stone at the croc's head and readied to throw another.
Kazbo was saying something, but over the lizard's grunting and the Tauren's screams, it was lost completely.
She stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again. She wanted to try pull the poor man out of its jaws, but had serious doubts that she was even strong enough to pry them apart while the beast still lived.
Sanja lifted the spear far overhead with both hands, and with a mighty grunt, she drove it down into the muddy bank.
The soft breeze blew a small, pink cloud of smoke away from the battle, revealing that the crocolisk was gone. Kazbo was held aloft in the tiny mouth of a white and fluffy sheep.
The sheep looked as confused as Sanja felt. The Gnome fell from its mouth with a *thud*, and it bleated a perplexed *Baa!*
Sanja leveled her spear at the wooly mammal, but Kazbo cried out in fright. "Don't! We have to run!"
Without questioning, she scooped the mage up in one arm and started beating her hooves back to camp. Jorga was close behind.
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Kazbo's eyes were wide and round. He gasped huge breaths for many long minutes as little blooms of crimson started to soak through his clothes.
"Monster" was the only word he could manage.
Sanja rummaged through her pack and waited for him to get his breathing under control. That's when he suddenly realized he was wounded.
"I'm dying!" Kazbo gasped.
"I doubt it," Sanja reassured him. She rolled a few leaves of bruiseweed together. "Here, put this under your tongue. It will help with the pain.
"Why didn't you say that you could turn them into sheep?" she asked. "We could have been having lamb chops for dinner, and I could stitch their pelts instead of hundreds of jackrabbit skins!"
Kazbo shook his head. "No, it would not work. Stabbing them with the spear would break the enchantment."
She nodded. "A shame. Well, lift up your tunic. Let's see how bad he got you."
The wounds were small, but deep. They stretched across the Gnome's belly at an angle and down to his hip. On his back there were a matching set that stretched from his right shoulder to his left buttock.
"Whew, I'm relieved. You are the luckiest little man I have ever seen," Sanja sighed. Jorga looked far less impressed. He made the foulest face, as if he would vomit, but he refused to look away.
"I do not feel lucky," the Gnome grumbled.
"Well you should." Sanja touched his wounded back very gently. "That croc' could have torn you in half, or at least ripped the flesh from your body. But his teeth really didn't tear the skin at all.
"*And* he sunk one tooth on the left side of your spine and the next tooth on the right side." She nodded her head. "If he had grabbed you only a half an inch farther up or down..." She snapped her fingers. "You would never walk again."
Kazbo turned stiffly around and looked at the kneeling cow eye-to-eye. Some of the color had returned to his normally-pink cheeks.
"That is the good, I'm afraid," she explained. "The bad is that these are puncture wounds, and you have a lot of them. Puncture wounds always get infected."
Kazbo frowned.
"You can still walk now."
"It hurts to move," he interrupted. "A lot."
"It will hurt more tomorrow, and the day after that." She put her hands gently around his arms. "It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
"I'll go collect some herbs. I can make a poultice that will help fight the infection, but by tomorrow we will have to sew these wounds closed. They will heal even slower if we don't."
His face went ashen again. "With the needle and guts you used to sew pelts?" Large enough to hold in her huge, Tauren fingers, the crude instrument seemed more like a weapon of torture than of healing.
"I am afraid so. Unless you know some healing magic, then that is the best we have."
"Arcane magic cannot heal," he explained. "It sounds like I will be holding the two of you back once more..."
Sanja pointed in his face with her wide, primary finger. "Don't say it. Nobody gets left behind."
Kazbo closed his mouth.
"Besides, there is plenty of food and water. We can camp here as long as we need to until you have recovered fully. It's not like we're in a hurry..." Sanja slapped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late - Jorga had already heard the words. |
The Greys Chapter 13: Bonnie Hopps by hyenafur | #14 of The Greys Let the comedy of errors commence! - Bonnie had been clearing the table after feeding her slowly dwindling, Infantry Company sized family dinner. The eldest children had moved out to their own houses in the Tri-Burrow areas, well, all of them except Judy who was living in the big | [
"MILF",
"Rabbit",
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148643-the-greys-chapter-13-bonnie-hopps | Bonnie had been clearing the table after feeding her slowly dwindling, Infantry Company sized family dinner. The eldest children had moved out to their own houses in the Tri-Burrow areas, well, all of them except Judy who was living in the big city. She couldn't help but let out a small sigh, as she picked up the one hundred and fifty plus dishes from the gigantic table and fed them into the dishwasher in groups of twenty. This part always took the longest, but trying to take all the children out for dinner would mean they'd have to take a second mortgage out on the farm, a prospect that the motherly rabbit didn't find appealing.
Bonnie had just about left the kitchen to go read her book, *The Tales of Avalon: The Princess of Persia*, to pass the time while the dishwasher did its work, when her phone rang. She wasn't expecting any calls, and part of her hoped that it was Judy, but Judy rarely called the house phone. The pear-shaped woman reached her hand out to pull the handset off the charging unit and stuff the transmitter under her ear.
"Hopps Residence," she said in her usual calm voice, but she was surprised at who spoke to her. "Hey Bonnie, it's your sister, Mary-Ann," the voice said in a voice that sounded like she was ready to spill some very hot gossip.
"Hey Mary-Ann, sounds like you've got something spicy," the mama bunny said as she made her way over to her favorite chair. As much as she enjoyed her novel, that was full of gossip and conflict, there was something about real life that intrigued her more.
"I sure do. You hear about the new Grey in town, sis," the other bunny asked over the phone.
"Other Grey? You would have told me if Jeane was pregnant"
"Oh no, she's not pregnant. But get this. Another fox showed up today named Kody Grey. He's apparently a war hero and Gideon's cousin."
"Gideon doesn't have any cousins."
"I know! Gideon said that Kody found out about it last year through one of those Geneology websites, but I didn't buy into it for a second. Those two look like brothers. Apparently, June Oberon, the polar bear who's married to one of the crop dusters, said that she heard from a reliable source that Kody Grey spilled the beans to Bill Blake in front of Marian Wether's yarn store. June told me that Kody is Gideon's twin brother. According to her reliable source, Kody was locked up in the attic this whole time."
The whole story made Bonnie blink. Something about all this didn't sound right at all. Jeane Grey didn't seem like the kind of woman who would do that to a child for their whole life. Minor punishment, maybe, but she'd always been a loving mother, if not a bit overbearing. "Are you sure, Mary-Ann," Bonnie asked over the phone.
"If I'm lying, may I be hit by a streetcar," the other rabbit said, professing that she believed every bit, but Bonnie wasn't exactly sure, "That's quite the tall tale, Mary-Ann."
"And one hundred percent true!"
The motherly bunny doubted that. "Thanks for telling me," she replied, "I'll see you at church tomorrow."
Bonnie hung up the phone before pulling out her m-Phone. The person who could set this whole thing straight would be Judy, because of her access to records, but it wasn't exactly one hundred percent legal. She hated to put Judy on the spot, but she had a feeling that her daughter might be the only one the people would actually listen to. The curvy woman let out a sigh as she pressed the ScreenTime button. |
“Free Range”: NSFW (Multiple Feral Farm Animal TF) by The_Dove | #7 of Writings Would YOU like free writing like this? Please send me a note and check out https://www.furaffinity.net/commissions/thedove/ FEEDBACK ENCOURAGED! Accompanying Art: NA THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: Characters: Original characters by The_Dove (https://the-dove.sofurry.com/) Included | [
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"Cow",
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"Horse",
"Male",
"Mare",
"Milk",
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by The Dove
It seemed as if everyone in town had heard the familiar jingle on their condemnation when tuned to the local station. It always started off with the deep resounding call of a cow while the ring of a cowbell and the nostalgic-infused pouring milk followed soon after.
"The grass may not always be greener on the other side, but at Brass Belle Creamery, our dairy products will have you thinking otherwise! Our grade A milk, seven cheese varieties, and creamiest of cream-based products are made from 100% grass diet cow milk. No oats or hay for ol' Betsy here folks, because hay is for horses! Everything is made on-site by the loving hands of Mr. and Mrs. Belle, two retired culinary experts with a penchant for good taste, not to mention good business practices! Bring your family on down to tour the facility, check out the petting zoo and even climb on the back of a hayride for some good ol' family fun as you visit the fields in style! The grand opening of the property is only two weeks away so be sure to send in your RSVP's now! The first fifty parties will also receive a limited edition bottle of Brass Belle Caramel Hoedown Milk, YUM! So come on down and see what's happening down on the farm at Brass Belle Creamery, the friendliest and tastiest dairy farm this side of the fence line!"
The facility had raised quite a commotion amongst our homey little country town in Idaho since the owners had purchased the reclaimed seventy-acre tract of farmland from the auction house steps. Mr. and Mrs. Belle had practically come out of nowhere and took the county by storm and with an eccentric level of enthusiasm and kindness that instantly catapulted them to stardom. The elderly couple were practically geniuses as well, perfecting and crafting their dairy recipes, cheeses, and other milk-based products for decades. They were very open in what they did, who they stood for, and what they hoped to accomplish by setting up shop on their farm. Like a fine wine, they timeless marriage got better with age.
However, rumors and gossip persisted about the legitimacy of their products and career background. Despite their claims of feeding their cows a grass-only diet, some folks caused a stir when it was discovered that Ms. Belle was a former food scientist and geneticist for a big GMO think tank up in Washington. However, they were merely rumors and speculation. Heck, there were even signs of government vehicles arriving at the construction site of the dairy facility, with Mrs. Belle speaking with some FDA officials and lobbyists. But who could tell? Whether their products were imported in from another location, infused with her special blend of ingredients or love, or just crafted from scratch, the creamery seemed to be set up to establish itself in our town's legacy.
My friends and I, four of us all in, were also caught up in the whole hoo-hah of Brass Belle Creamery. My name was Malik. I was a sixteen-year-old African American boy. I had lived in the town since I was a kid and my family owned some acreage as well, although we didn't grow anything on it. My other friends were Denise, Geraldo, and Jade. Denise was fourteen, Caucasian, and had apparently moved down here with her aunt and uncle from the big city. From my talks with her, it sounded like she had a tough time getting accustomed to the new surroundings and trading in her formerly familiar skyscrapers and high-end restaurants for the country equivalents of small family-run department stores and drive-in's along the streets. She seemed to be getting along alright, though. Geraldo, his age fourteen as well, was Hispanic American and a transfer student to our high school. He grew up in Panama and lived there until his pre-teen years with his native mother and his American missionary father before they decided to move to the United States. It was always fascinating hearing about his past and the culture of Panama from him and his mother. The two of us used to spend Christmas together with his family, so I was used to hearing many of their stories. And finally there was Jade, she was the oldest of us at eighteen and was finishing up her last year in high school. She was Asian American, and she had a similar history to Geraldo, growing up instead in Singapore and moving here with her family only a couple of years ago as well. Altogether, the four of us comprised a tight-knit group of friends, all from diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, races, and interests as well. However, there was one big interest that tied us all together. That interest was journalism.
Indeed, all of us had some interest in the field. As it pertained to me, I was interested in the interviewing process of the trade, asking all the right questions and hopefully getting some juicy answers in return. My biggest aspiration in life was becoming the next news anchor at the local news outlet. Denise was interested in videography and wanted to be the first person on the scene to record hot new footage as a videographer. Geraldo had a hobby of creative writing and was also a very fast note taker in class, so he naturally geared towards writing down correspondences and other tidbits of information during interviews. Finally, Jade had a keen interest in photography (she received a fancy Nikon SLR camera from some of her relatives overseas and had been putting it to good use), so she always took great shots with it. With all our interests combined, it was only natural that we joined up with the high school's photography club, endearingly named the Boots Scoopers. Kind of a strange name I know (sounds like a product you'd wipe your feet on) but it was named after our county, Boots County, Idaho. And of course, "scooping" up a story as they say. Although the four of us were in different stages of our high school career, we all formed a cohesive and efficient group of reporters.
Well, most of the time anyway. Jade and Geraldo always seemed to be at each other's throats for some reason. It was like a match made in heaven; Jade tended to be bossy and somewhat self-centered at times while Geraldo tended to act without thinking, often getting himself in hot water with Jade. Meanwhile, Denise and I would just watch on in amusement. Denise didn't say much at all actually, usually just tinkering with something in her hands or playing with her video recorder. She always acted odd around me as well, but I could never truly put my finger on it. She was really cute as well. At times it seemed like I was the only "normal" one in the group. I did like to let off steam with Geraldo sometimes, he could be genuinely funny at times, but sometimes even I got caught up in his antics, often leading Jade to look at me in contempt as well. My outgoing personality and penchant for jokes tended to add to the mix as well. Hell, as long our differences didn't interfere with our stories, we were pretty much ready to take on the next story! We were great at catching big breaks in local events, happenings, and even some controversial stories like the time the neighboring county's football team spray-painted a goat and tied it up in our home field overnight. Safe to say, that goat was not pleased. Getting to the point, though, it was for this reason that our club instructor invited us to participate in a unique project. Who were we to decline? A story was a story, no matter how small in our little town.
It turned out to be, of course, none other than Brass Belle Creamery themselves. Since they still had a couple of weeks left before their big opening, a mass media campaign (well, massive for us anyway), was being conducted by the creamery, even though they were still a small family-run business. The Belles had contacted our instructor, asking for some of the club's students to come out, do a short interview with the owners, take some pictures, etc. to promote their business and help get folks excited for the big opening only a couple of weeks away. With all of our equipment in hand, and each student's specialties ready to shine in the limelight, we piled into Jade's Toyota pickup. She was the only one with a full-fledged license at the moment and boy did she tend to let it go to her head. We headed out from the town and out into the beautiful pastureland on the outskirts of our small Idaho county. The biggest scoop of our high school careers was at stake. It was a story we weren't going to forget anytime soon.
Why might you ask?
Because we were going to be part of the story itself.
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"Malik! Geraldo! I swear to God that if you two dumbasses don't stop flailing your heads out the window like a bunch of dogs, I'm going to run into the next mailbox I see!"
I couldn't believe those two, always acting like such retards. It seemed that with every story we went out to do, those two guys always added their dash of the typical teenage boy to it. And believe me, if they scratched the back seat of my new pickup, the two of them were just going to be another moldy steamy cow patty in the pasture. Yeah, yeah, I wasn't always the most patient person in the group but hell, I was a photographer, and I needed focus. At least I had Denise in the driver's cabin with me to keep me company. Having another woman along made dealing with those two just the more tolerable, if ever so minuscule. I did my best not to focus on the boys as Denise and myself discussed the latest results of our algebra test; it wasn't pretty. At the moment, though, we were glad to be out in the countryside and away from school for a bit. This was my chance to get some great shots of Brass Belle Creamery of course! I was set on furthering my career in photojournalism and, quite frankly, I wouldn't hesitate to leave the boys in my dust. As for Denise, well, she was more company than anything. As the four of us drove along the country roads, it seemed like everything was in perfect order. It was a picturesque day here in Boots County; sunny with large blankets of cotton-like clouds spreading like a blanket across the horizon. Every so often the flash of a bright blue and red of a bluebird would catch my gaze, its small frame perched atop one of the many rustic fence posts lining the edge of the dusty road. The pastures were rolling, the farming properties were immense, and there were plenty of cattle, horses, goats, and sheep for the two morons in the back seat to make noises at. Eh, they were still good guys. Sometimes...
As we rounded the bend along a long narrow strip of gravel road sandwiched between two adjoining farming properties, we drove up a steep hill (my pickup cluttering and sputtering as I shifted gears). At the top, almost like we were reaching the fabled Emerald City itself, we could see the expansive seventy-five-acre property of the creamery just over its crest; neatly tucked away in a windswept valley on the outskirts of the county. As we drove down the hill, all four of us were leaning forward in our seats, squinting at the large property and its buildings, appearing like specks from our high elevation. As we neared the bottom and drove onwards toward the property, we could finally make out the view of its buildings and layout in greater detail. Malik and Geraldo pointed out the large cardinal-red barn with a green roof as it extended back along the edge of the property next to one of the handful of pastures. Behind the barn was a larger, more industrial-sized looking concrete building, jutting out from the rear of the barn. We all imagined this was probably the milking and processing component of the creamery itself. Meanwhile, a small short distance away in front of the barn was a quaint ranch-style home, no doubt the HQ of operations for the Belle family. Meanwhile, Denise and I were pointing out a large sprawling shelter that was situated in the center of one of the other pastures on the opposite side of the property. We could see a menagerie of donkeys and horses grazing around the enclosed area while some of the donkeys were lying in front of the run-in shed, casually. Hewing at some patches of hay spread around the pasture. We could barely make out the large frame of a blue Ford tractor parked inside the shelter as we drove past, bundles upon bundles of hay stacked upon a wagon-like platform attached to the back of the machine. Overall, it promised a homey and friendly atmosphere just as the commercials had said. In appearance anyway.
As we followed the fence line closer towards the property, we came across an electronic gate erected to the side of the road. It was composed of wrought iron and was bordered by two small brick walls on either side of the gate, directly next to creamery property. The left wall had an electronic dial pad where one could call the Belle family for entrance. On the right side was an emblazoned brass plaque with the name of the facility and the owners. Etched directly beneath this plaque was a built-in mail slot. Situating my truck next to the call-box, I rolled down my window, reached out a hand to the box and pressed the call button. It rang a few times before the voice of a senior woman sounded over the intercom. Her voice was warm and kind and the exact definition of elderly hospitality.
"Good afternoon friends, what can I do for you? If you are here for tours, you'll have to check back in a couple of weeks when we formally open, but if you have any questions, my husband and I can certainly help."
I cleared my throat and leaned out to the speaker in case she was hard of hearing.
"Good afternoon Ms. Belle, this is Jade and company from the high school's journalism club, you know, the Boots Scoopers?"
The two morons in the back elicited a handful of giggles as I mentioned the name of the club. I turned around and told them to shut up when Ms. Belle started once more.
"Oh, why yes! Yes indeed! I heard you were all coming. We've been looking forward to seeing you all. Yes, please come right on in. I'll open the gate for you."
With a buzzy click, the woman turned hung up as a rattling noise from the entrance caught our attention. Attached to small metal wheels on the underside, the iron gate rolled open as a long gravel driveway extended out past the gate and down towards the center of the property where the small ranch house was located. The gate closed behind us as we pressed on, finally here at the location of the next biggest scoop in the town! As my pickup pulled up close to the side of the house, I put the vehicle in park and began to gather my camera as the rest of my peers got their tools together. Denise slung her video camera over her shoulder while Malik grabbed a slip of paper with some interview questions on it and Geraldo grabbed a sharpened pen and his notebook from his backpack. We locked the door behind us, gave each other a wink (myself hoping with every fiber of my being that Malik and Geraldo wouldn't fuck this project up), and headed up the rustic front porch of the ranch house to begin the interview process. Malik pushed ahead of the rest of us as he cleared his throat. I rolled my eyes and clit he'd my fist. Typical Malik, always going for the over-the-top news anchor personality. The four of us crowded around the door as Malik rang the doorbell. A quick shuffling and the soft humming of an elderly woman was heard as someone walked up to the door and opened it. The rosy face of Ms. Belle appeared from the passage as she smiled at us, her spectacles a bit foggy and misted from doing something inside.
"Oh! Good afternoon everyone, it's so great to see you. Please do come right on in. Harold! Oh, Harold! The students from the high school are here for their big project!"
Malik patted Ms. Belle on the shoulder with a smile and gave a quick chuckle.
"Just doing our job ma'am! We ARE reporters after all."
Ms. Belle turned around and smiled at Malik, giving him a quick pinch on the cheek. Denise and I laughed as he backed up, his face flushed with embarrassment. The Belle's home was a pastoral little scene, idyllic and infused with a home-cooked sense of comfort and pleasure that only they could provide. The windows looking out to the various pastureland were all covered in a delightful checkered embroidered cloth infused with decorative patterns of cows and other farm animals. The flooring and walls were composed of a polished oaken surface that, while had certainly seen some age, no doubt added to the whole country setting of the creamery. The home itself merely consisted of a small living room, an extended kitchen, and a couple of side rooms off to the side where the husband and wife slept in their respective quarters. On the walls hung various portraits and snapshots of some of their past animals, family members, and even some framed awards of their other culinary pursuits in some of the other locations they had lived in. A framed graduate degree in food genetics from a university I could not make out stood proudly over an archway leading into the kitchen. It was addressed to Ms. Rosaline Belle for her completion of her studies. It was incredible to think that such an esteemed woman lived in a quaint and homey setting such as this, let alone operated a small-time dairy farm. It was the simple things in life I suppose that brought the most pleasure. Overall, it was encouraging to see Ms. Baker showcasing her education in her home, regardless of the rumors and other gossip spreading around time.
Mr. Belle, or Harold as Ms. Belle referred to him, was a just as warm a soul as his wife. He sat in the living room, reading a book on, what he told me was a brief history of the methods, tools, and appliances used in cow milking following my asking him. As we were brought into the living room by his wife, he quickly got up from his rocking chair, walked over to us and shook each of our hands in turn as we all introduced ourselves. It was certainly an intimate little affair in such a small, cramped space. After the rest of the greetings had been underway, the couple herded us into the kitchen where they sat down, Ms. Belle straightening the collar of her husband's plaid button-down and rustling her aged hands through her husband's wiry white locks. They both looked at us eagerly as my team and I went about setting up our equipment. Soon, the interview was under way.
Overall, the interview only lasted about thirty minutes, of which I was quite personally surprised. Every question that Malik had (carefully run by me for my approval) for the elderly couple they answered with a deft swiftness and open mind that was a pleasure for us, making our task that much easier. It was almost as if they knew each and every question we were going to ask. All in all, they were two very open individuals with a genuine passion for what they did; a passion that they wished to share with everyone. To remain as objective and unobtrusive as possible, we had agreed prior not to ask the couple anything about the reports of Washington think tanks or FDA government vehicles at their property. We were fortunate enough even to be here, and we didn't want to soil it. However, Mrs. Belle was more than willing to share her experiences working in the food geneticist field. Although she had been employed as a participant in furthering GMO products in the past, she had found the restrictiveness of her work to be a primary cause for her turn to retirement to the countryside in hopes of opening a dairy farm with her husband. In her words, so far it was turning out to be just like Mrs. Belle had hoped. It was clear the two of them loved each other very much, with Mr. Belle consistently supporting his wife through her former academics while he worked for a major dairy supplier near where she attended university. While at his work, Mr. Belle gained some experience in learning about milking procedures and even assisted in the design of some automatic milking systems as well, an amazing experience he never imagined he would gain through on-site employment. All in all, they both picked up the skills they needed to begin their adventures in dairy farming once they reached the golden years of life. Although their business had just started, the couple had already accrued around half a dozen employees for small-time management on the farm. Milking the cows day in and day out would undoubtedly prove to be a tiring feat, even for the hardiest of elderly couples, so a small workforce would come in handy. However, they wouldn't be reporting for duty on the property for training until a few days before opening.
After the interview, Mr. and Mrs. Belle thanked us as they both stood up from the table, serving us each a glass of home-made milk from their fridge, a beverage that we each gulped down in due time. It was very creamy and rich, tasting very much like a milkshake in and of itself. I imaged it must have been the full-fa variety. I was more of a skim milk person but there was no doubt denying that this was an amazing product. I couldn't wait to see their milk in stores! I took the time to position them next to one of their many framed awards to capture a photo of them for the school's publication and the county newspaper. Geraldo had already filled out a couple of pages of notes on the life history of the Belles while Malik was drinking a glass of water, his mouth parched from all the constant questions he had been asking the couple. Denise was switching out the memory card on her camera in the meantime, the full interview captured for later review. After I had taken their picture, Mr. Belle gathered our attention as his warm old voice filled the room. He looked at us each in turn.
"Jade, Malik, Denise, Geraldo; my wife and I sincerely wish to thank you for taking the time to come out and interview a couple of old coots like us. It's undoubtedly brightened our day, and you've asked some fantastic questions. Of course, the real stars of the show are the cows themselves and the property. Why don't you all take a stroll around the farm, snap some photos and collect some content for your news report and meet us back here in about an hour? Please feel free to go check out the barn and the shelter where we do the hayrides. Just please make sure you close all the doors back and don't let any of the animals out of their stables or enclosures. I have faith, though! You all seem like a bunch of mature young adults. Anyhow, we'll fix you up some special Brass Belle chocolate ice cream when you return, what do you say?"
It sounded like a very good idea to me. I was itching to get outside and take some more photographs, so the team and I decided to split up to cover more ground in the allotted time. I convinced Denise that letting the two boys go by themselves maybe wasn't the best idea. I could see the headlines now: "Freak fire incident caused by two high school delinquents shuts down new creamery." Yeah, we (more especially, me) certainly needed to keep them in check. I mean, for all I knew, Malik and Geraldo might even try to ride a donkey or a cow, let alone one of the horses. Geraldo and I would see the run-in shed where the tractor was stored at the center of the donkey and horse pasture. We learned from the interview that this field also served as a petting zoo of sorts for kids and families, so it was probably a good idea to get a few shots of the tractor and hayride along with the animals to stir up some publicity for family motivation. Meanwhile, Malik and Denise were going to head out to the large barn over near the other pasture where the cows grazed. As we headed out the door one at a time, I took one last look back into the interior of the ranch house where Mr. Belle was busy pulling out a traditional ice-cream churner while his wife walked into the kitchen. I could only smile. Such a pleasant couple. They had certainly won our hearts over. Then again, I was pretty easy to please if I did say so myself!
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Shit! I couldn't believe I let Jade talk me into going with her. She was always complaining about this and that and never seemed satisfied with anything that Malik and I did. She didn't have much faith in us either, always thinking that we were going to "drag" down the whole journalism club due to our "immaturity." I mean, hell, we deserved to have some fun now and then right? Although Malik didn't say anything outright, I think we both thought Jade was letting the whole "eldest of the group" label get to her head. Meanwhile, Denise just hides behind her video camera and hardly says anything, allowing Jade to call the shots. I wonder if she knew just how much of an alpha female she was at times. Well, it didn't matter anyway. This whole trip was a perfect opportunity for me to miss my morning classes so booyah!
The walk over to the run-in shed was kind of quiet, to say the least, with Jade practically glued to her digital camera as she took pictures. It may as well have been some godawful tumor attached to her forehead. Meanwhile, I didn't do much except take some notes here and there on the property. As we approached the pasture gate, we could see about four horses and seven donkeys grazing and socialize in various parts of the property. I opened up the latch on the large gate and held it open for Jade, sarcastically bowing like a servant as she walked by, her giving me the "bird" as she strolled past. The animals themselves didn't seem too interested in a pair of students like us, with the horses and donkeys going about their business eating and swatting away the occasional horsefly. I wanted to pet them but thought otherwise. Jade would rip me a new one for being "immature." The run-in shed was, in reality, more of a run-in shelter. Due to its size, it served as both a storage area of various tools, implements, and equipment for the Belle Property as well an upper loft area for storing hay and feed for the animals. Although the cows themselves were fed a grass diet, the horses and donkeys were fed traditional alfalfa or Bermuda hay. Overall, it was a different setup for the shelter than you might expect.
It was styled similar to a barn in a way, with a handful of stalls on either side of the haven. They were completely accessible for the animals and each housed a feeding trough and a bucket of water hanging from a wooden peg on the wall (some lower than others for the donkeys to get to). In the center of the shelter was a humongous light-blue Ford tractor, complete with a large wagon attached on the back, bales of hay strategically placed within and serving as seats for families to sit on for the hayride. Towards the back of the shelter were a couple of small closets labeled "equipment" and "feed." While Jade starting taking pictures of the tractor (her getting down on her knees and angling herself to get some "artsy" shots, or whatever Ms. Stick-up-her-ass considered good photography), I decided to go walk around and take a peek at one of the stalls. More than anything I just wanted to get some distance from Jade. Her accompaniment was... oppressive, to say the least.
I walked into one of the smaller stalls and looked around. Each booth was equipped with a wooden window that could be opened up via a latch. Walking forward to open it up, I stepped onto the hay spread across the floor and suddenly felt my feet slide out behind me. I shot a glance down just in time to see my shoes stepping into a heaping steaming pile of donkey shit before I fell head first down towards the side of the wall the window was on. My head smashed against the center of the water bucket dangling overhead as I hit the ground. The impact knocked it off the peg and sent a torrent of water, as well as thick plastic, raining down onto my head and all over my clothes.
"Son of a fucking bitch!"
I was not pleased. I cursed and yelled as I lay in a soaked heap of hay and straw beneath the window, my shoes covered in donkey dung and the rest of my body soaking wet. The bucket landed with a thump in front of me as I kicked it towards the opposite wall of the stall. The sudden racket caused Jade to flip around, wide-eyed as she ran over to the stall and peered over at my predicament. Her eyes lowered to an expression of irritation as she raised her camera at me and took a picture, the flash temporarily blinding me. Fucking Jade. She looked at me with utter contempt.
"I swear to God; you are such a dipshit. Get your ass up and let's get this done. C'mon."
I rose to my knees, wishing with every fiber of my being that I had the balls to rub the shit from my shoes all over Jade's camera. Brushing myself off, I reached for a towel hanging near the back of the shelter by the equipment closet and wiped down my clothes and body. Jade wanted to get some pictures of the horses and donkeys, so I followed her out of the shelter and decided, hell with it, let her take her damn pictures. I stood up against the housing wall as she walked out towards the pasture in the direction of a beautiful black Friesian horse standing in the far corner. She turned back towards me and gave a curt smile as he continued walking.
"Done reporting today twinkle toes? You know, it's not too late to join the home economics club."
I was getting fed up with her shit. I had quite literally had enough. I raised my fist at her and shouted.
"Jade, stop being a fucking bitch for once, why don't you? Just because you have an excellent camera and a pickup doesn't mean you get to be a leader."
She merely ignored me, continuing her walk toward the end of the pasture, shaking her ass at me and giving a wink. Then I lost my temper. I felt anger surging and boiling up within me as I let myself go.
"Yeah, that's right Jade. Play the part. You do it so well you big whor-HEEEHAAA!"
I immediately cupped my hands to my mouth as my eyes shot open wide. That was totally not fucking me, was it? Jade kept walking, now laughing at my sudden grunt and call like a donkey's bray. She had no idea what was happening to me.
"Yeah, and why don't you play the part of jackass? You do it oh so well."
Suddenly, I felt my skin tingling. My body went cold as I looked down to see the hair on my arm suddenly growing wiry and thick. I tried to scream out as I felt a lump building in my throat. I was scared, very, very scared. However, all I could do was bray like a donkey, my human voice mingling and blending with that of an animal. By this time, Jade was already halfway across the pasture, completely oblivious to my sounds that now sounded just like a donkey's. The animals in the field called back to me, further mixing my cries with their own. What the fuck was going on? The thick hairs on my skin spread into a carpet of dark brown fur that spread across my arm and down my legs past the pants of my khakis. I began to feel hot and itchy. I wanted to get away, anywhere at all, just to get these clothes off. So hot, so fucking hot! As I started to run into the shelter, I felt a sharp locking of my knees as I fell onto the grassy floor of the pasture. My legs, they wouldn't move at all! Again I screamed, and again the bray of a donkey came out. I began to scratch at myself, the hot sensation of the hair now completely wracking my body and sending me into a fit. I clutched at my furred body and looked down to see my fingers elongating and fusing into each other, forming a horrifying monstrosity of a single, gigantic fingernail. It fused together and flared outward into a circular shape, creating a hoof. I raised it to my face and again brayed in horror as my other hand did the same thing. I looked to Jade for help, trying in vain to call her name. She could not hear my cries.
The next thing I knew, my legs were stretching outward, slimming and extending out. I felt myself shrinking, yet stretching at the same time as my body seemed to elongate. My belly and back felt as if it was literally being pulled in opposite directions. My pullover shirt began to slide down my stomach, now curved in thick dark brown fur. I struggled to stand as my feet slid out of my shoes, my socks stretching at the seams as my feet grew, also shaping into round hooves as my hands did. I was a freak of nature, braying out into the fields, a human face on the body of some elongating animal. I wanted someone to help me, anyone. I was scared. But then, I felt something changing in my mind. I began to feel content, relaxed, and a sense of familiarity of where I was. My human thoughts began to dwindle and die away as my head shook back and forth, my nostrils flaring as my neck extended outwards past my shoulders, my nose growing into a long sloping equine-like snout. My eyes curved and slanted as they became large and full, the pupil resembling a large longitudinal bar. My human ears, odd looking on the body of a beast, flared out and extended up above my head as they too became covered in the dark brown fur coating the rest of my body. It felt so good to feel them stretching, growing above me as I could hear everything in my home. I brayed out once more, my human mind sinking into the primal recesses of my donkey brain. A tail extended out past my furry ass, drifting down almost to the grass, the end of my tail forming into a dark brown tuft of hair. Instinctively, I flicked it back and forth as some flies landed on my rear.
Finally, I felt the most amazing change of all. I shook the vestiges of my human identity from my body as I wiggled my way out of my pants and shirt, exposing my furry body to my pasture mates. My balls, another token of my former human identity, began to swell and throb. My testicles enlarged and became thick with a soft layer of leathery skin surrounding them. My sack filled with seed and virility while my cock stretched and lengthened, turning a dark mottled black coloration as it now hung down below my furry loins, completely erect and nearly touching the ground. I was a horny beast, such a horny donkey. I never even knew I was human. I was always a donkey, and I was always a member here of Brass Belle Creamery. Around me, I could smell the pheromones of a nearby Jenny as I brayed to her and walked toward her. I was ready to mount.
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At this point, I was on the other side of the pasture. Geraldo was still on the other end, goading me and braying like the fucking donkey he was. I was going to have a word with the rest of the group about him. He didn't matter, though, I wanted my shots of the farm animals so I could get the recognition I deserved. I was utterly captivated by the black Friesian horse I was getting close to. It had been a long time since I had been given the opportunity to pet a horse and I wasn't going to let a retard like Geraldo distract me. From the looks of it, it appeared to be quite the stud too. His massive muscular body shone with a sheen of ebony fur that nearly glistened in the afternoon sun. His long mane and neck twitched as he flicked his tail left and right, the long rope-like fibers dangling and twisting in the air. He was mesmerizing to look at. I held my camera up close as I took some portraits of him from far away. However, he was still too distant to get a good shot of him. I didn't want to risk spooking the horse, so I held my camera to my eye and crept closer and closer, ready to press the button when the time was right. The stallion watched me curiously, his ears flattening and turning with irritation at times, unsure of what I was trying to do as I drew closer to his proximity. His nostrils flared as he began to stamp his hoof on the ground. Oh shit, I needed to get those pictures and get the hell out of dodge. I was almost there...
Closer...
Closer...
Yes! I was merely a handful of feet away from the horse. Damn, he was more massive than I imagined. Wow, simply a majestic creature. I had to focus, though. I had to get those shots. I raised the camera to my eye and clicked the shutter button. I saw a brief reflection of a white light against the dark fur of the horse as the animal's brown eyes opened wide in surprise. Fuck! I forgot to turn off the forced flash option! Before I could even react, the stallion reared up on his back legs, letting out an echoing roar of a neigh that caused the others horses and surrounding donkeys to raise their heads in surprise. I just about shit myself right then and there. I managed to leap back just in time as his front hooves came smashing down on the ground in front, just nearly missing me. In my shock, I lost my balance and fell back onto the grass, my camera tumbling down onto a large stray rock in the pasture and eliciting a sickening crack as the camera made contact. I lost all focus on the stallion as I now stared in horror at my broken camera. Nothing else mattered at that point. All my work, all my beautiful pictures that would make me the best photojournalist in the country, dashed to pieces. It was all Geraldo's fault. If he hadn't put me on edge, none of this would have happened. Fuck him and his immaturity! I thrust my palms to my forehead and bashed my hands against my forehead in frustration. Suddenly, a massive snort resounded overhead as I felt a rush of hot, humid air hitting my face, followed by a rough nose pushing against my hair. I lowered my hands and looked up.
The handsome face of the black Friesian stallion stood looming over me, all the rage and surprise now vanished from his expression. His brown eyes were deep and mesmerizing, almost... understanding in a way. It was as if he knew the turmoil I was in. As he leaned his face closer down to my own, I lifted my hands to his snout and up to his muzzle, gently scratching at him. He snorted again as I felt the loss of my camera suddenly slipping away. His eyes stared into my own for what seemed like minutes at a time. I was completely unable to turn my own eyes away from him. As he leaned his muzzle down to my face, I became aware of a very fragrant aroma emanating from his body. It smelled amazing and was akin to a scented candle that wrapped itself around my nostrils, filling me with pleasurable emotions and an invigorating calm that worked its way over my body. I began to breathe in the scent, drawing my nose closer to the horse's face. I rose to my feet and wrapped myself around the horse's neck and mane, nuzzling him and smelling every bit of his coat. As I did so, I felt myself falling into a trance, triggered by the aroma assailing my senses. I slipped off my shirt, allowing my breasts to dangle free and brush up against the animal, his beautiful hair tickling the sensitive skin around my areolas as I sighed in pleasure.
The male neighed in contentment as he leaned over towards me, giving me a quick touch with his mouth. He seemed to be goading me, encouraging me on. The stress and anxiety all began to drift away from me. It felt as if this horse and I were alone, the only two souls in the pasture, let alone the world. I began undressing, slipping out of my blue jeans and quickly tossing my panties to the side. I felt the warm afternoon air of the valley billowing out against me, caressing my body and tickling me. I sighed as I breathed in more of the animal's scent. As I did so, the stallion gently pushed me away and lowered his head to my freshly-shaven groin, sniffing and probing his rough nose around my clit. I felt the hot steamy breath from his nostrils warming my vagina, causing me to quiver and fill with an arousal that was rapidly building within me. I felt a cold, wet probing as the stallion began gently licking what he could of the outer lips of my vagina, causing me to moan and shake. As my muscles tensed, I fell back onto the grass, my ass gently falling onto a nearby pile of hay, softening my fall. Nearby, the brays of the donkeys ceased as all eyes were on me. Glancing back in my erotic stupor, I caught a glimpse of a lone dark brown ass near the shelter, slowly making its way towards a nearby jenny near the fence line. His dick was hanging low to the ground while a pile of disheveled clothing lay nearby. I could care less. Alas, all that mattered now was this beautiful, handsome man and me.
Slipping off my tennis shoes and socks, I spread my legs wide, again feeling the breeze tickling my skin and my loins as the stallion leaned in once more and began licking at my exposed lips. I began to slide my hips back and forth, rubbing them against the calloused surface of the horse's nose as I began to come aware of not only a wetness permeating from my slit but also a warmth spreading across my body. I was lost in a trance, completely unknowing of the many hairs billowing out across my face and body, their coloration akin to the luscious black coat of the stallion. Lowering my eyes in pleasure, I saw as a large horse-like tail flowed out above my ass and past my feet, draping across the surface of the ground. My nose felt stuffy and pressurized as my nostrils flared wide, my face sloping down and extending into a long snout. My arousal building, I saw the immense black and pink mottled dick of the stallion creeping its' way out of his sheath, his massive sack twitching and quivering with his seed. As my face continued to stretch and grow, I threw myself under the body of the stallion, lifting my mouth up to his penis and taking it in my own. It felt warm and pulsated as I traced my fingers (now beginning to reshape into a hoof-life form) along his vienous member, feeling the underside of his cock and tickling his vas deferens, eliciting a quiver in the horse as a slight droplet of precum came tumbling out.
My snout continuing to extend, I moved my face back and forth along his shaft, massaging his ball sack with two hoof-like hands. I felt his liquid dribbling into my mouth, the taste becoming saltier and bitter as his seed traveled to his head. My ears stretched, moving to the top of my head as they too became the ears of a horse. Faster and faster I moved my mouth back and forth, his dick pulsating and vibrating before finally releasing a generous dollop of sperm into my maw. It was bitter, thick and viscous as it dribbled out past my lips and down my breasts, a total of three spurts from his member causing me to swallow and breathe before ingesting the rest quickly. It felt filling, sublime even. Crawling back out of the underside of the horse, my hands and feet now completely changed into hooves, I felt a strength permeating throughout my body, changing me and providing me comfort. Looking back, my ass began to pulsate, and quiver as fat and muscle spread its way across my cheeks, causing it to stretch out and jiggle as a beautiful horse's rear greeted me. I began to snort and neigh as my breasts began to enlarge and harden as they filled out into two fine udders on my underside. My knees and legs stretched, cracking and expanding as my size grew, myself growing taller and raising my stance to that of almost to my mate who was now lifting up my beautiful black tail and nuzzling at my ass and my vagina. My clit began to flare as my lips expanded out beneath my ass, stretching and expanding while releasing a stream of pheromones that assailed my dear stallion's senses, who then began to mount me. I was in heat. I was ready to be fucked. As my vision changed as well, I realized I could see from many more angles, the sides of my vision now completely in my view in a peripheral format. Behind me, my mate clambered on top, his large member sliding into my pussy as I tensed my loins. He slid inside me as he prepared to insert the last remaining droplets of his seed into my body. I was his. I was his beautiful, darling mare. All my cares in the world melted away as I stomped a hoof down on the ground in front of me, smashing the remnants of a strange human object that lay against a rock. I whinnied, calling to the rest of my herd as I signified my arrival home. The home where I always belonged.
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I was more than content to go exploring with Malik. He was much more mature and reserved than Geraldo while Jade was just... well, she was Jade. She wasn't a bad person per say, but she was quite unbearable at times, with me just nodding my head and agreeing to whatever subject she was rambling on about. I was content with my video camera, sifting through the various footage of stories and other interviews our Boots Scoopers club had acquired. I had already gotten some great footage of the Belles. They were a cute couple. Honestly, I didn't see what all the fuss was about with the rumors and other silly stories. I mean, what would they possibly want to hide after all? Sure, Ms. Belle had an impressive scientific background, but Mr. Belle was practically made for the dairy business. After all, he did have previous experience. As Malik and I walked out past the ranch house, I looked back towards Jade and waved them both goodbye. Boy, I bet they were going to have a time together. I shook my head as I tried not to imagine that gruesome outcome. Meanwhile, Malik was looking at me, checking in to make sure I was okay as I stared at the other two. He was quite a cute guy, with a nice muscular build and a handsome face. We often spoke of our aspirations in journalism, with myself promising to be his lead camerawoman for his stories if he ever received an anchor position at the local news outlet. He didn't know it yet, but I possessed a bit of a crush on him. Maybe after this story was over, I might ask him out on a date. With my video camera ready to go, I began taping the surroundings of the farm as made our way to the immense red barn.
It was truly the quintessential set piece of the property, with immense polished doors and a variety of glass windows etched into the upper floors. Atop the green roof of the facility was a weathervane, adorably modeled into the form of a cow as it pointed out the direction of the winds. Attached to the back of the building, starkly distinguished from the rest of the rustic structure, was the concrete building that we had seen from the road; the milking facility itself. Meanwhile, in the adjacent cow pasture, a handful of heifers were busy munching at some grass as they all but ignored our presence. Malik walked up to the barn door and stood back to face me as he threw an arm out, gesturing to me. He cleared his voice as I focused my camera on his frame, trying not to zoom in too close to his handsome features. There was an art in being secretive in one's affections after all.
"This time on Boots Scoopers, your favorite anchor is about to check out the fabled Brass Belle Creamery barn and milking center! Keep your finger off that remote and stay tuned for the next update in our story, coming to you live right after these messages!"
I rolled my eyes in an enduring way as Malik finished his anchorman monologing. Clearly, he was having a great time. Little did he know just how attractive it was, no matter how much of a goofball he was. He'd make a great anchor someday. Malik turned towards the barn and lifted up the latch on the door, swinging open the barn and holding it wide for me as I walked past. As I cleared the door, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Of course, a story wouldn't be complete without the best videographer in the county."
I turned to look at him and blushed as he winked at me. What a card you are Malik.
As we entered the barn and closed the door behind us, I immediately began scanning my video camera around the massive interior to get some footage. Before us expanded a long aisle way, littered with wood chips, giving off a pleasant pine-like aroma. On both sides of the aisle were large wooden doors, leading into stalls where the heifers were kept. Most of the stalls were empty, with their occupants busy grazing out in the pasture. However, a couple of the girls were still inside and watched us with curiously as we walked inside, one cow eliciting a soft moo in what I perceived as a greeting. Malik walked over to one of them and patted her on the head. On the outside of each stall was a large pail with the name of the cow emblazoned on it. I supposed it was their personal milking pail, perhaps a procedure to prevent cross-contamination from multiple cows before the couple processed them. As Malik and I walked farther into the barn, we became increasingly aware of a large stall door in the back of the barn, directly next to an equipment room which stored grass seed, halters, and other equipment. The door itself was somewhat unnerving as it didn't exactly match the rest of the facility itself. It was industrial grade, with a variety of bars and screw embedded into the frame. A small sign was erected into the wooden wall of the barn, directly next to steel door which read as follows:
"Brass Brass Belle Creamery Milking Center: Employees Only!"
Although Mr. and Mrs. Belle basically gave us free range over the farm, I couldn't help feeling that maybe we should have stopped there. After all, some parts of the farm were probably for specific eyes only, right? Well, that didn't stop Mr. Anchorman as he strutted right over to the door, crouching down and inspecting the bolts and surface of the door as he knocked against it with his fist, eliciting a resounding metal echo across the room. I hurriedly ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder as he stood up and began inspecting a small lock attached to one of the handlebars.
"Malik, look. I know the Belles said we could explore but don't you think we should give them some privacy? Businesses have signs for a reason, you know?"
Instead, Malik didn't say anything and put an index finger to his lips, motioning to me for silence. Then, he drew it across his face and pointed it towards the lock on the door. I did a double-take as I saw the small consumer-grade lock attached to the handle was wide unlocked. I looked at Malik once more and voiced my concern.
"Malik! Seriously, I don't want to get kicked out of the club for this. And I don't want you to either. Come on, let's just head on back alright?
My words were lost on him as he defended his mounting curiosity.
"Denise, it won't be but just for a minute. Imagine the reaction of the county newspaper when they see we have first dibs on the inside tour of Brass Belle Creamery. It's going to be huge! It will be a great experience for both us. Imagine the great footage you can get! Look, we won't be long, alright? Just quick enough to grab some footage and we'll hop back to the house before anyone knows we were there. I mean, the lock is wide open! This situation is practically begging for exploration. Pretty please?
Malik's eyes went wide as he stretched his hands out in front of him and placed them on my shoulders. I practically melted. Malik had never touched me before, and it felt good to have his strong hands resting on me. My concerns melted away as I nodded my head.
"Alright. Fine. But I mean it, just a quick look, and then we skedaddle, got it?"
Malik gave me a thumbs-up as he lifted up the lock and plopped it onto a box of mason jars in the corner. He pulled at the steel handle on the door as it began to swing open. Behind the door was pitch blackness, a cold gust of refrigerated wind bursting out and quite literally taking our breath away. They had to keep the place cool after all. As we stepped inside, I flipped on the flashlight of my smartphone to try and find a light source. Scanning the concrete wall of the creamery, I found a series of switches. I flipped them all in sequence as a series of overhead lights buzzed into action, casting a bright fluorescent glows along the creamery. The milking center itself was as large enclosed room, no windows on any side of the building at all. The walls and floors were all covered in a concrete surface, with a handful of drains embedded in various places of the floor for easy cleaning and hosing. Once again, a long aisle way extended down the sealed room, ending in a back wall where some carts, boxes, and a variety of jars stood next to a small emergency exit in the corner. The real showcase of the center were the two sections for milking the cattle. Both sides of the center were lined in enclosed pens, fitted with steel bars in the center to isolate one cow from another during milking. The pens contained generous amounts of hay for the cows to rest on when they weren't being milked.
At the forefront of each section was an immense milking contraption, composed of a variety of hoses, nozzles, and valves that attached to some circuitry in the wall on the side. At its center was a strange, vacuum-like contraption, with the hoses and attached triggers jutting out for collecting and pressuring the milk for sealing away after obtaining it. On the end of each tube was a clasp sharpened into a cup-like formation for clamping down on an animal's teats. On the underside of the housing unit were two large canisters for storing the collected milk and preventing contamination from outside sources. Meanwhile. Smaller offshoots of the contraption spread down the enclosed area and served as smaller "units" to be used for other cows. It was an interesting setup for sure. Malik and I walked closer to the machine to get a better look at it. The chrome plating on the tubes, nozzles, and canisters for storing milk was absolutely gorgeous and looked to be brand-spanking new. Malik pointed out an engraving on the main housing unit for the machine. It was a patent license issued to Harold Belle of Brass Belle Creamery Inc. Malik and I stared at each other in awe. I was amazed.
"Wait a second. So Mr. Belle created this? That's amazing! He wasn't kidding when he said he had gotten some experience working in the industry. This is totally cool!"
While I stood gawking over the machinery, I examined the contraption's housing unit in greater detail. A large circuit board was attached to the side right in the middle, allowing for easy access by the person utilizing it. It was remarkably simple to understand, even for a high school student like myself. On the left side was a big green button that must have started the machine, along with a red button below which I assumed stopped it. On the right was a lever which could adjust the amount of suction and pressure being applied to the teat clamps on the animal. And that was about it. A remarkably simple, but also very elegant, design. Still, it was hard to believe that Mr. Belle had actually designed this. Hell, even patented it! I turned to look at Malik, who was rubbing a couple of his fingers under his chin, his face contemplating something long and hard. Suddenly, his eyes burst to life as he thrust an arm over the bar of the enclosed area and threw himself over into the milking pen, feet first on the soft hay surface. For a moment, I could only watch in awe as his athletic body effortlessly swung up and over the railing, landing like a cat on the other side. Reality snapped back to me as I realized what he was getting ready to do. I shook my head and yelled out.
"Malik! Seriously dude what are you doing? I thought we agreed on a quick look, not investigate each and every nook and cranny of this place. These people deserve some privacy."
Malik turned to look at me as he bent down over the control panel of the milking contraption, giving me the typical "puppy dog" look. As much as I tried to resist his charm, I ended up losing in the end.
"Aw, come on Denise. Get some footage of me standing here next to the machine. We can make it look like I'm actually operating the device too, you know, for publicity!"
I brought the palm of my hand to my face and shook my head.
"Malik, you know sometimes I can't tell if Geraldo's antics are rubbing off on you. Alright, fine, you want to play Mr. Anchorman, then I'll let you have your fun. But I swear, after I get this shot, we are heading back to the barn! This place gives me the creeps."
Indeed, the milking center was a dreary place. The absence of windows and the whitewashed concrete walls and floor (save for the carpet of hay lining the milking area), gave off the impression of an impervious prison. That and it was blooming cold in here. I hadn't noticed it before, but above us, large rotating fans embedded in the ceiling blasted cold and refrigerated air down below. I shivered as I uncapped the lens of my video camera and turned it on, blowing away some of the condensation from it. Meanwhile, Malik had the disposition of a kid in a candy store as he went about brushing his hair, fixing his clothing, and positioned himself next to the machine. As my video camera beeped to life, I looked up to Malik and started to tell him I was about to roll. As I did, I saw him leaning against the right side of the machine, his arm outstretched and pressed against the wall near the control panel. I saw his arm sliding along the chrome plating, inching closer and closer to the control panel. He was falling!
Time all but slowed for me as I dropped my camera to the side of the milking enclosure, throwing my arms over the side of the railing to catch Malik before his arm slipped away. Almost simultaneously, I fell forward face first into the enclosure, hitting my head against the underside of the housing unit and landing in a clump of hay directly underneath it. Meanwhile, in his surprise at both his arm slipping and seeing me rush after him, Malik flung his arm out to try and catch me. As he did so, his shoulder pressed up against the control panel of the unit, not only hitting the green start button but also pressing down on the lever enabling the force of suction on the hose, taking it from its home position at the minimum setting, all the way to max.
We were in serious shit.
As I lay there on the ground, my head ringing from the sudden impact of skin against metal, I heard the immediate rumbling of what sounded like a motor boat being started. Above me, the massive housing unit of the milking machine began to rumble, while next to me, the attached hoses and nipple clamps of the tubes were vibrating on the ground, the force of the engine causing them to move ever slightly...
In my direction.
I panicked, quickly shuffling my legs and my hands on the ground, trying to get a grip amidst the loose hay. The hay was slippery, and as my feet fought to gain ground, I found them sliding out from under me in my turmoil. My breathing increased, my heartbeat raced, and I began to scream out.
"Malik! Turn this fucking thing off! Please!"
I could see from the underside of the machine that Malik was just standing back up, himself turning his head from the housing unit to myself, and back again. The mental cogs in his mind turned together as he realized what he needed to. I saw him quickly run around to the control panel, his long legs shaking and quivering with fear and anticipation. Beside me, the hoses and nozzles seemed to have a life of their own as they moved closer and closer to me. I screamed out again as I tried to slide my way out, still slipping on the floor.
"Just turn it off! Hit the red button! Hit the button!"
I heard the sound of a hand banging against the control panel, and then the side of the metal housing unit as Malik then yelled out. His words filled me with dread.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't shut it off! The button is jammed!"
I screamed out in anguish, the tubes crawling ever closer to me. With the last of my strength, I tried to claw my way along the concrete floor, my nails scraping against the floor and getting bits and pieces of hay underneath my fingernails. And then it happened. I was too late. The sounds of a pressurized suction forced boomed in my ear. The tubes brushed up against my chest, sticking to the fabric of my shirt and pulling with a massive force that began to tear away at my shirt, causing me to wince in pain as it scraped and rubbed my skin raw. Again I screamed out to Malik, the latter only standing in shock and horror as I fumbled with the hoses, my struggling inadvertently causing them to move them closer and closer to my breast with frantic every flail of my arms.
"SHRRRPPP!"
They clamped onto my breasts with a level of force that nearly took my breath away. The force caused me to cease my struggling against the floor as I tried with every fiber of my being to pull them away from me. My breasts felt tighter and tighter as the skin was pulled and stretched by the combined force of the machine's power and the pressurized suction force. As it continued to suck, I began to let the feeling overtake me, giving in to a sense of pleasure that was replacing the dread. I lowered my gaze to my breast as I saw the unthinkable; the fabric of my shirt was stretching at the seams, spreading apart as my bra began to appear from underneath, with it too starting to spread. Somehow, my chest was expanding, growing larger and larger as the force of the machine sucked on my breasts. I began to sigh, breathing in heavy bouts of air as my enlarging breasts popped free of my bra, the material drifting off my exposed chest and belly and slipping onto the hay next to me. I ceased my struggling as more changes came over me.
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...
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I could only stand in horror over my friend as this hellish machine plumped her and expanded her body, enlarging her breasts to the degree that made me question the very fabric of reality itself. The machine was changing her, and all I could do was watch. I was admittedly horrified and fascinated at the same time. Denise closed her eyes as not only her breasts finished growing, but her previously flat belly began to plump and ripple with newfound deposits of fat and cellulose, sending shivers running down her body and jiggling her breasts as she sighed in ecstasy at the sumptuous force pulling at her body. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Regardless of what was happening to her, she seemed to be enjoying it, with her deep breaths interspersed between occasional thrusts of her body. The next thing I knew, I realized I was enjoying it as well. I felt my cock becoming hard and stiff, aroused at the sight of the girl I had a crush on suddenly enlarging and becoming a big beautiful woman before my eyes. And that wasn't all. I gulped as her pale skin began to be covered by white and black hairs that filled in on individual patches of her body. They were the patterns reminiscent of a dairy cow, a Holstein-Friesian heifer to be exact. This couldn't be real. She began to swell even further, growing in mass. At this rate, soon she wouldn't even fit underneath the machine.
Kneeling down, my eyes still wide with shock, I began to pull at Denise's legs as she began to expand further. Her immense weight and growing mass were almost too much for me to handle but I managed to pull her out from underneath the housing unit and out of the milking area back towards the door. I was out of breath, and it was a herculean task as her body swelled and her weight increasing rapidly, but I did it. As I did, her shoes slid off, just in time to reveal her polished toes bursting through her socks and quickly reforming into a cloven hooves divided into two claws. I fell back onto my butt as a white tail ending in a soft tuft of black hair expanded out from above her pants. Her thighs grew immensely, stretching the seams of her pants and bursting as her thickness grew exponentially. Her furry cow-like loins were visible to me as I became aware of another row of nipples grew beneath her already generous set, filling in and plumping up. As they did, the hose on her first two breasts released, releasing them from their hold. From the tips of her nipples, a fine white creamy substance began to dribble from them. It was milk. Her hands and feet now cloven hooves, her face began to elongate into a bovine shape, her nostrils flaring out and her ears poking out at her sides. My arousal was at its peak as I began undressing, hastily throwing myself on the literal cow of a woman. She was so fuckin hot, a beautiful anthropomorphic combination of woman and bovine. I clambered myself up her body as she lay there in her trance. I began to knead her chest and belly, now covered in cow-like fur and jiggling with sumptuous fat as I reached for her breasts. Taking a lower teat in each hand, I began to feel the soft pink tissue of Denise's teats as I gently squeezed them, releasing a generous few droplets of milk spurting onto her body. I then leaned down and took one of the sizable mammaries in my mouth and squeezed, moving up and down the surface with my hand as if was stroking my penis. Warm fluid guzzled into my mouth, bitter yet sweet at the same time, the essence of this beautiful girl. Denise merely sighed I pleasure as she released a soft moo that goaded me on further.
All the while a change was happening in my own body. As I continued to suck at her teats and ingest the creamy fluid, I felt the substance filling me with strength and warmth that centered in my chest before spreading out across my body. I felt my muscles surging, pulsating and growing as my already athletic build began to swell. Looking back, I saw my skin being covered in a carpet of wiry black hairs that rippled across my body, extending down from my feet, to around my erect cock, changing my pubes, and up to envelop my face. In my surprise, I quickly got to my feet as I saw my hands changing into cloven hooves, the size much larger than the now fully changed cow lying on the ground, her mind still in a haze. A jet black tail extended out from my coccyx, twitching in the cold air. It felt amazing. I was being filled with strength, virility, and lust. Looking down, my cock began to mold into something completely different, with the already darkened pigments of my penis changing into an even darker mottled coloration of black and pink. It grew and grew, flaring out to a massive dangling head as my testicles descended, their weight and girth growing and filling with seed. I let out a grunt, reminiscent of a rumbling moo as my head began to quiver, extending and pulsating as it thrust forward. My brain felt like a jackhammer was pounding at it as I felt two long pointed horns extending out from my forehead. There I was, changing into a handsome black bull, the prime mate for the beautiful heifer laying before me.
My humanity began to drift away, being replaced with memories of my life as a young calf, running free in the fields and living here at the creamery. I was the next stud to provide the farm with their supply of cows. I held the seed that would create the beautiful heifers, producing their milk for the world. I would fulfill my purpose. I reared my handsome face up to the ceiling and let out a bellow. Lowering my head, I sniffed at my mate's vagina, lifting up her tail and basking in her pheromones. I softly grunted to her, calling for her to wake up and join me in bovine paradise. Her eyes flickered opened, blinking and staring wide at me for a minute. I could see the remnant of her own humanity slipping away as her eyes grew wide, slanting upwards and becoming that of nothing more than an animal. She called back to me as I brought my muzzle closer to hers, gently licking her. She shook and quivered as I nuzzled her. Before I fell asleep with my heifer, I lay down with her and rested my strong head on her chest, her warmth and form providing me the comfort I would never have found as a human. I was bull, and I was home at last.
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It had been well over an hour since the crew of junior reporters had gone about their duties on the farm. Harold and Rosaline Belle were busy sitting in their dining room, musing over a handful of flyers they had printed out for their products, as well as drinking some freshly-brewed lemon tea. Occasionally, Mr. Belle would look up at his wristwatch and lean out toward the window near the door, casting his gaze across the property as he looked for the students.
"Honey, what time did we say we wanted those kids back? It's been a little over an hour now, and I'm starting to wonder if they haven't gotten lost."
Ms. Belle looked up from a flyer she was cutting out with some scissors and looked at her husband quizzically, a blank stare on her face. For a minute, she didn't say anything, simply staring at Harold as if she was expecting him to say something. It looked as if she was about to speak as she opened her mouth suddenly, before clamping it shut, her teeth grinding against her mouth in sudden anxiety. Without warning, Rosaline leaped to her feet with a level of swiftness and agility that surprised the old man. She hurried into the kitchen where she opened up the refrigerator and drew open a drawer in the bottom right corner of the interior. She let out a shriek as she raised her hands to her face. Harold raced over to her and threw his arms around her in his concern.
"What's wrong pumpkin, what's wrong!?
Without a word, Ms. Belle first pointed to the dining room table, four empty unlabeled bottles of milk placed around the area where the interview took place. Next, she thrust her finger to the drawer of the refrigerator, a large label pasted directly inside the drawer read in bold black letters.
"FDA ANIMAL GROWTH HORMONE BATCH #43E (EQUIDAE) AND #78B (BOVIDAE). HOLDING PURPOSES ONLY. STORE IN COOL LOCATION. NOT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION."
The drawer was empty. Simultaneously, the elderly couple let out a horrifying cry that shook the kitchen. Ms. Belle reached for her phone, the number of the FDA official who kept her updated on the latest findings from her old lab in Washington, supplying her with growth hormone for private testing outside of the lab. Mr. Belle grabbed his overcoat, reached for a spare bottle of hormone suppressant stored below the sink, and shook his head at his wife in frustration before racing out the front door and down the front steps in the direction of the milking center. As he made his way closer and closer, there was one particular thought echoing throughout his mind.
Brass Belle Creamery's opening wasn't going to be as smooth as planned. |
Memories (NMA) by tasunka | This was written by GabrielClyde. He is a WONDERFUL writer, and he managed to indulge my kink for studly top bucks. THANKS! - 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 | [
"Anal",
"Cervine",
"Deer",
"Equine",
"Horse",
"Oral",
"Stall",
"restroom"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149067-memories-nma | 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 paneling 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 focused 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 |
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VI Chapter 13 by Everlast | #111 of The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions - Chapter 13 "Finally!" Sparx exclaimed arching his body back, taking a deep breath of fresh air "We are alone bro" he pointed at his purple brother walking next to him across the streets of Warfang "Alone!" "Yes Sparx, I know" Spyro sighed "I hear you, | [
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"Clean",
"Dragon",
"Fanfiction",
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"Legend Of Spyro",
"Spyro",
"Story",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146533-the-legend-of-spyro-path-of-delusions-book-vi-chapter-13 | Chapter 13
"Finally!" Sparx exclaimed arching his body back, taking a deep breath of fresh air
"We are alone bro" he pointed at his purple brother walking next to him across the streets of Warfang
"Alone!"
"Yes Sparx, I know" Spyro sighed "I hear you, just like I heard you the last hundred times you shouted this word straight in my snout"
"I have to repeat myself bro!" he grabbed a single gold horn, shaking and twirling his body around as if he wanted to tear it out from the draconic head
"You don't get it! You don't understand the awesomeness of this situation!" he pushed back, darting next to his brother's cheek, wrapping his hand around the purple shoulder as much as the length of his left arm allowed to
"Just listen dude" he said dreamily, closing his eyes "Just listen"
He listened, realizing that he isn't following Sparx' nudges entirely out of pure pleasure like he used to. Once his brother's excitement was intoxicating, more than once he felt like he got stoned on it, nothing besides that mattered. It was just wild fun, triggered even by the stupidest of things.
Now...
Well now he was older, youthful energy shackled, every notion, instinctively playful, with reserve. This impassable distance that he, or his age and experience created made him understand his brother less and less.
Sparx didn't change, he was still the same crazy dragonfly like he always was. He didn't have to struggle, remember how it was to be innocent and young.
He really wanted to keep up, but he no longer could tail the scent of bygone times for long. More than once he would already give up and accept what was lost. He would do that if not for Sparx, he loved his brother too much to simply ignore him.
So he kept on playing along to the best of his ability, even if interest and excitement were gone and unlikely to be found again.
Years back he would hear the things Sparx hears, right now however, with a rather strong grip on reality, he could only hear the mundane sounds of a bustling city.
"I don't hear anything special" Spyro replied, a note of depression rang somewhere deep, deep in his voice
"Exactly man, exactly" Sparx whispered, slurring as if he would be drunk "Silence"
Purple eyes shifted, catching the glowing silhouette of the dragonfly in their sight, eyeing him with the scrutiny a healer gives his patient in a mental hospital.
"You need to elaborate on that" Spyro replied, confused
"Oh boy" the dragonfly shook his head, dashing in front of his brother, fluttering wings and gusts of wind pushing him back
He spread his arms wide.
"What is missing dude? Look around if you have to"
"I don't know what to look for"
"Really?" Sparx folded his arms on his disgruntledly puffed out chest "The moment she showed up in our lives you've been running around after her and doing every trick she wished like a loyal puppy. She trained you so well and now you want to tell me you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"She? Are you talking about Cynder?"
"I'm talking about chicks in general man! Coalscale is only an example. Isn't it better when we finally get a break from the constant squeaking chatter? You must feel . , I tell you, that chicky whining does something with the brain. Without them around I feel like I'm forgetting what anger is"
"Don't get me wrong Sparx, but how can you say such things when for the last couple of days you were with Coriza all the time? If she's making you mad then why you didn't leave?"
"Nobody is making me mad dude. I stayed because I had a job to do. I still have"
Spyro impulsively winced, thoughts traveling around places they should never go to. Bouncing off wildly from walls like prisoners being tossed around after grabbing a high voltage, electric fence.
"I'm not sure I want to know what kind of job you have in mind"
Sparx snorted.
"Look who's talking. You better look at yourself man"
Purple eyes widened in surprise.
"Myself? Why? You knew where I stood all the time, I never hid anything from you"
"You didn't have to, whatever little spark of masculinity you had was snuffed out without you even noticing"
Spyro stopped, deep frown adorning his features.
"Is this conversation leading somewhere, or are we going to chaff?
Sparx pointed a finger at his brother.
"See?" he shook the natural pointer as if that would make it so much more meaningful "This is what I'm talking about, she turned you into a boring lizard! You sound like our dad"
"I've grown up Sparx, it's a difference"
"Come up with whatever excuse you want bro" the dragonfly commented with a shrug "The truth is that you got whipped and you don't even realize it"
Spyro rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I'm whipped. I don't mind though, I like spending time with Cynder"
"Hey man, we all got our own perversions, I don't blame ya for it"
Purple brow raised up in reaction to that statement.
"You lost me there, if you're okay with it then for what all this talk is for?"
Sparx sighed, puffing out a mist of breath so big that it resembled steam from an overheating pot.
"Listen bro, you're young, if you will be my age-"
"We were born the same day!"
Yellow finger tapped against the golden temple.
"Mentally dude, dragonflies are like...I don't know...aliens to most folks. Our brains grow and work as fast as our wings. Wrinkling for thousands of years overgrown lizards like you wouldn't understand"
Spyro rolled his eyes.
Small finger tapped against the purple nose.
"This is why my overweight brother I see stuff that you don't. For example I know that some things can mess with the head, especially not so full like yours. You aren't aware of some really simple stuff, like girl-guy mumbo jumbo"
"And since when you are the expert?"
"You were born today or what?" Sparx spread his arms proudly "I'm an expert on everything dude. This is why..." he pointed at his brother's forehead, twirling his finger around as if he would be drilling a hole in it from a distance "...I understand all that annoying crap that is now going on inside you're not so big skull"
"You're so stiff lately because of Grasseye, you're not even realizing it, but you again and again show off to her, showing just how a great catch you are. I get that, that is how chicks work, it's like a natural order of things"
"That's not true!" Spyro protested vigorously "I never proved myself to Cynder. In fact she was the one that kept running after me" his chest puffed out proudly and a slight grin of his scratched male ego surfaced onto his lips
Sparx narrowed his eyes, gaze shooting invisible lasers of straightforward jeer.
"To let a gal who is crazy about you suffer ignorance for so long must really be something to be proud of. Gratz man"
Clap.
That would be the sound of Spyro's ego if it would emit a noise when it dropped down from its pedestal of supposed dominance. The words struck every sensitive fiber in his body like needles touch nerves during acupuncture.
The grin disappeared from his mouth, lips shrunk to thin lines that seemed to curl inwards, as if trying to suck out everything from inside the body.
The blow was a powerful one, it hit him directly in the heart, ripping it out from its ribcage and making a hole in his back. A gap through which sorrow and guilt made their way through, frolicking like a pair of lovers when swimming on a boat under a love bridge.
"Hey man"
Spyro rose his depressed snout.
"You're not going to die on me are you? You are pale like Iris' ass"
"You're right" the drake mumbled, he sounded as if he would be drawing his last breath "I caused Cynder so much pain that maybe now I impulsively want to make up for it"
Sparx rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed, deep sigh.
"Here goes the martyr whine again" he flew forward, putting a hand on the purple shoulder "You want to protect everyone, this is you dude, my every bug loving brother. Without Cyn around you finally got the chance to catch a break"
"Cynder never forced me to do anything"
"Yeah right, *never*" Sparx snorted, darting in front of the amethyst eyes "Chicks always force you to do stuff, it's like they have some psychic powers that most of them aren't even aware of. If you hooked up with a broad that is aware of that, then..." he whistled lengthily "...boy you're screwed. You'll be her favorite toy"
He clapped his hands.
"Chick powers dude, they're real. Just think, didn't you consider every word and basically played nicely whenever you saw her tail waggling nearby?"
Spyro scratched the back of his head.
"I don't know, I think I always behaved the same"
"Ha!" Sparx blurt out, spit shot from his mouth as he nearly choked on his own fake laugh "You wish dude, if we wouldn't be brothers and I would have Flare's brain I would believe you"
He spread his arms in a popular unspoken signal of coming to a true and undeniable conclusion.
"Broads man" he pushed his arms back, pointing at the ground with a single finger "Here dude, on this ground everything changes however. Here, as guys, we stand in defiance of tyranny"
He started to raise up in the air, lively pointing at the ground, finger bouncing like a working jackhammer.
"Here we have a chance to tell them that they may take our dignity, that they may take our honor, that they may take our lives" moving hand clenched into a shaking, confident fist "But they'll never take our freedom!" he roared as loudly as his little lungs allowed him to
People that were walking close to them stopped in their tracks, curious, irritated, scolding and offended gazes focused on them. Some at the sight of the one and only purple scales turned their heads away out of intimidated respect. Some frowned angrily, blaming the popular dragonfly for being a bad influence on their icon.
Eyes were betraying many more other things, like attention for noises that most people can't hear.
"People are staring at us Sparx" Spyro mumbled, keeping his head locked in the direction of his brother, his constantly shifting pupils were the only moving parts of his entire body
"As they should" the dragonfly replied, descending down "Speeches like that rally armies"
"Everyone is looking at us like we're crazy"
Sparx shrugged uncaringly.
"Leaders bro, they always get a weird reputation. Doesn't matter, it's what we bravehearts do"
Spyro cocked his head.
"Huh?"
The dragonfly waved his hand dismissively.
"Never mind. Boy, I really miss the times when you didn't complain about my every word"
"You would also start complaining when the words you heard got you always in trouble"
"Always? Now you're exaggerating man, besides I had good intentions"
Spyro narrowed his eyes.
"And a good laugh"
"Ha!" Sparx clapped his hands, spreading his arms wide later on "You know me dude, I'm a happy guy"
"You're a sadist in disguise"
"Be it as it may, you turned out ok. You made some really stupid choices no matter how hard I tried to teach you to do the opposite. Company that I mentioned and currently isn't around proves my point"
"Is this about Cynder again?" Spyro rolled his eyes, a tired sigh escaping his mouth "When you will finally stop hating her?"
Sparx snapped his fingers.
"I'm talking about chicks in general man, weren't you listening?" he waved his hand dismissively "Forget it. Wanna hear my advice?"
Purple shoulders shrugged.
"It's not like I have a choice"
Sparx grinned, patting the purple cheek.
"Good bro, you managed to learn something after all"
Spyro looked at his brother, giving him a look of a trapped deer that accepted its fate and cares about nothing anymore.
"Just get on with it"
"You should consider changing teams"
The purple drake frowned, mind unable to wrap itself around the sudden and seemingly nonsensical sentence completely.
"Wha-" he uttered, yet then a spark of insight caused his brain to overload like an exposed electronic device put under the rain
He jerked his head back fiercely, eyeing his brother with a wide, full of disbelief stare.
"Don't tell me you're talking about the thing I'm just thinking about"
Sparx gave his brother a knowing stare, dissolving every doubt.
"You're insane!" Spyro blurt out
"Take it easy bro, I know it sounds like a little revolution"
He rubbed his purple eyes, hoping that he imagined things.
"By the Ancestors, you're not joking"
Sparx pressed his forefingers to his temples.
"Just think for a while and look what's happening. All chicks you met are crazy, the next one more than the last one"
"Are we really going to discuss this?"
Hands that were aimed at a yellow head now pointed at the purple drake.
"This is exactly the problem. You are exactly where they want you to be, that's how they work, they wrap you around their claws and make you do things. Or don't do things, depends what's better. Now, if you were with a guy-"
Spyro shook his head.
"Sparx stop"
"...If you were with a guy" the dragonfly continued, taking the protest for an annoying gust of wind straight into the face "nothing like that happens. That's freedom dude"
"I like girls Sparx"
"It's not about what you like, but what would make my life easier! Dudes aren't that sensitive, I wouldn't have to see how you do something very stupid, making things worse than they already are"
"Wait a moment" Spyro pointed at his brother "This is not about me is it? This is another one of your twisted ways of hiding your true intentions. Can you for once speak clearly and tell me what's going on?"
Sparx rolled his eyes.
"Not this again. You just proved my point, again. You need to start thinking for yourself man, it will make everyone's life easier, especially mine" he pressed his hand to his heart "Trust me bro, I know what I'm doing"
"Fine, let's say I believe that you have no hidden intent, your proposition is still absurd"
Yellow hand tapped at the heart.
"Trust me bro, when did I ever disappoint you?"
Spyro chuckled.
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Ok fine, let it be your way and let's say I made some mistakes raising you. You were a difficult idiot to put some sense into and my first to clear things up"
"Thanks, I always need that final brotherly support"
Sparx mimicked a talking mouth with his hand.
"Blah, blah, blah. Sarcasm doesn't suit you bro and you only confirm my theory. AGAIN. We really need to find you some guy"
"Sparx just drop it. I'm really not interested. This is very stupid"
"You need to open that heart of yours" the dragonfly patted the scaled, golden chest "Everyone says it's popular so it has to have a room for one more"
"Everyone I ever needed is already there. If my heart is special it's because of the people that I let inside"
"By the smelly Ancestors bones!" Sparx pushed back, shouting triumphantly "That was so GAY!" he clapped his hands "Dude, you're perfect! All we need is to find you a match"
"Actually Cynder says that I can be quite romantic to set things straight"
"Of course she says stuff like that, she's a chick, duh. In their world no is a yes, I hate you is I love you and romantic is gay. Those are facts man, nature's laws, you just need to accept it. By the way" Sparx dashed closer, covering his mouth behind an opened palm "Don't use words like straight" he whispered "You're just going to embarrass yourself"
"You know what?" irritated amethysts eyes narrowed themselves on the glowing shape "I begin to understand why people find you annoying"
Sparx shrugged.
"I'm a honest guy, it's not my problem if they can't deal with the truth"
"Yeah..." Spyro smacked his lips "Somehow I don't think that's the problem"
"Whatever" the dragonfly darted into the air, putting his hand on his chin thoughtfully as he carefully observed his purple scaled brother below
"I feel like I don't want to know what you're thinking about"
"Your weight issues might be a problem, yet there has to be someone out there who likes a little puffy edge here and there. You'll make a nice girl in your new relationship"
"What? Why a girl? Why can't I be a guy in this imagined and very twisted scenario of yours?"
"Don't make me laugh bro, if this is going to work we need to set realistic goals in front of us"
Spyro stomped his paw.
"That's not fair! I saved the world and I'm a purple dragon, I'm like a born leader"
Sparx folded his arms arrogantly.
"Look at that. All that boasting. Shame on you, keep it up and you'll be forever alone"
"It was your idea about setting realistic goals. I want to be the guy"
"I must say you change your mind really quickly. First you said that you aren't gay and now you're trying to convince me you have the guts to be a male. What a sudden twist, a trait of a true gal I must say"
Spyro snorted indignantly.
"Shut up"
"Relax man" Sparx empowered his words with the typical and popular gesture of a sharply dropping hand "I've got this covered"
The purple drake shook his head in disbelief.
"Why did I even let myself be dragged in this stupid conversation?"
"You will start singing differently when we find you a cool guy to hang out with. Trust me bro, I know what I'm doing"
"I'm very impressed by your ability of lying directly in my snout"
Sparx gasped, hand clenching on his chest as if it tried to grab the heart hiding underneath.
"Now you're hurting me bro, I always did everything to make you look good and always supported you as my brother"
Spyro snickered, it was a fake and full of mockery explosion of joy.
"Yeah, if I wouldn't heal I would carry the scars showing just how true your last words were"
"Ok smartass" the dragonfly folded his arms on his chest, puffing out his muscles arrogantly, leaning forward, looking at the purple drake below like a giant towering over a village of people that looked like strange, running ants.
"Name one such moment. Now, without thinking"
Spyro tapped his claws against the stones roads of Warfang were made of.
"Let's see..."
\*
*"...what do we got here?" Sparx whistled, pushing away a single, wet branch out of his way*
*Behind many fallen, broken, damp trees he spotted a spiraling slightly down hole in a small hill. Water and mud was dripping from the earthy walls of the cave, mucky ground filled most likely the whole length of the cave. Branches upon branches, leaved and barren protruded from the structure of the cave, growing from the sideway, looking like wet sand walls. Roots upon roots filled the small distance of the cave he could see.*
*The smell wafting from the inside was rather unpleasant, a combination of dust, rotten meat and wet fur of a dog. He however was not bothered by such details, for someone who was born and raised in the Swamps bad smells didn't exist.*
*"Sparx let's go back" a young, high, whiny and nervous voice sounded from behind "Mom and Dad will kill us if we are going to be late for dinner again"*
*"Dude, calm your tail down" Sparx scolded his purple brother with a stern look "Do you always have to be such a spoilsport?"*
*Spyro looked away.*
*"I don't want them to be mad"*
*The small dragonfly rolled his eyes.*
*"Just get over here man, we make this quick I promise. You will still have time to be a good son and lick the floors clean"*
*"I never did something like that"*
*Sparx sighed tiredly, waving for his brother to approach him.*
*"Stop talking and move your fat butt over here"*
*Reluctantly Spyro did as he was told.*
*A grin appeared on Sparx' face, he vigorously pushed more branches away to make more room for his big brother.*
*"Check this out!"*
*The young purple drake pushed through the muddy and wet obstacles the trees created, their damp and dirty touch didn't bother him, he was a Swamper too after all.*
*Amethyst eyes widened a little when they looked inside the dark opening in the hill.*
*"Is this a cave?"*
*"No dude, it's a portal to another time, first of many. Years later we're going to be traveling through them to jump in time"*
*Purple head turned to the side sharply, eyes of the same color, wide to begin with, looked like they were about to shoot out of their orbits.*
*"Really?"*
*Sparx jerked a small twig from the branch he was holding and slapped his brother across the head.*
*"Hey!" Spyro exclaimed as he jerked his head back*
*"No, not really you moron. How could you believe in this? Portals to other worlds? Are you crazy? Maybe you're going to tell me you're a dragon now, huh?"*
*"Then why did you mention it?"*
*"To test you. Congratulations, you're as daft as ever"*
*Spyro slapped the twig out from his brother's hand.*
*"Jerk"*
*"Chill crybaby, do you know what this find means?"*
*"I don't know and I don't care, it's just a hole in the ground"*
*Sparx grinned arrogantly, smacking his hands together, clearing the muck that got stuck to his flesh.*
*"And here you're wrong my overgrown slug. A cave is not a simple hole in the ground"*
*"Yeah? And how exactly can you know this? As far as I know it's the first cave you see. You're making this stuff up, like always"*
*"I know what I'm talking about, me and the guys hanged around caves like this like forever"*
*"Oh yeah?" Spyro puffed out his lips indignantly "Then how come you never took me with you?"*
*"Because dude, you're a rat"*
*"No I'm not!"*
*"No?" Sparx folded his arms on his chest, taking a quick breath as if he would be reaching down the well of thoughts "Remind me then who was the one that told our parents about our little expedition to that popular adults only play two weeks ago?"*
*"It's not my fault!" Spyro protested "They somehow read through me, I don't know how!"*
*"You started using quotes from that play you moron when you waggled that tongue of yours! That one time you couldn't keep your mouth shut!"*
*"How could I have known they knew the play?!"*
*"POPULAR MAN!" Sparx exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air "it's almost like you would set a building on fire and ran with a torch around it for everyone to see and then say you don't know what happened"*
*"In my defense I tried to lie my way out of it"*
*"Replying '\_For sure not from some popular adults play'" \_the dragonfly pitifully mimicked his brother's squeaky voice "when they ask you where did you learn to talk like that is not a line of defense!"*
*"I was doing my best!"*
*The dragonfly burst out in a mocking laughter.*
*"Best!"*
*Spyro snorted, frowning angrily.*
*"Your best cost me three weeks of being locked in the same four walls with you!" he pointed an accusing finger at his purple sibling*
*"Fine!" Spyro growled, throwing his paw in the air, smearing muck on the nearby trees "If you're going to be such a jerk then check out that stupid cave on your own. I'm going home"*
*Without further words he began retreating the same way they came here.*
*"Suit yourself! I for sure will find some treasure there and perhaps even an animal, they aren't many living here in the swamps" Sparx tapped a finger at his chin "This cave looks like it had been dug out" he mused out loudly, pupils shifting to the corner of his eyeballs, looking in the direction of the moving purple tail*
*Spyro balked, curiosity burning his cheeks.*
*"Animal?"*
*A grin spread his yellow lips, a wicked smile he quickly dispersed with a cough in the hand.*
*"For sure something has to live in there. I've seen enough caves already to tell that this one isn't created by natural means"*
*Sparx gasped when suddenly a strong gust of wind blew him slightly backwards, he shook his head, noticing his brother's body near him, head disappeared behind the brown veil of branches. Tail was wagging frantically, the pawprints left in the muck were deep, as if he would put all of his strength to get in the position he was currently in.*
*"It would be SOOOO awesome if an animal lived there!" the excitement in Spyro's voice was intensified by the longer swings of his tail, Sparx had to push back away as to not get him by it*
*Purple head popped back, eyes wide and glowing with feverish interest. Damp dirt covered the purple snout.*
*"Animals are so rare Sparx! Our teachers always repeat that Swamps aren't a very nice place to live in with the fumes and all that. If we found a cave where an animal makes its temporary home...so cool!" he whined*
*"Stop squeaking man or you're gonna piss yourself"*
*"If we find an animal there..." Spyro shook his head in total disbelief and hope "Do you know what that means?"*
*"Yeah" Sparx smiled cruelly "We're going to have more fur to decorate our house. I always wanted a fluffy bed"*
*The young drake jerked his head back.*
*"What? No! This would be a perfect chance to learn more about the wild life! All our knowledge comes from books, we would have a shot at checking if what they write about is true or not! Maybe, maybe even learn new stuff!"*
*"Yeah" the dragonfly huffed indifferently "this is why I drag my butt away from home. To learn" he rolled his eyes and lifted the branches to get a better peek at the cave*
*With a swish of leaves and crack of branches Spyro's head popped out, burning, amethyst eyes staring at the darkness of the cave.*
*"What do you think could live in there?"*
*Sparx grunted, offended.*
*"You assume I don't know? And you have the nerve to call me a jerk?"*
*"You know?" Spyro gasped "How?"*
*The dragonfly poked his forehead.*
*"I have a brain and I know how to use it"*
*"Stop fooling around and tell me!" the purple drake demanded, squeaking like a child begging their parents to buy him candy*
*"A rabbit" the dragonfly said confidently*
*"Rabbit?" one of the purple brows raised in response to this statement "Rabbit....rabbit...rabbit..." Spyro mumbled s his head turned to the side, forehead wrinkled by a thoughtful frown*
*"Isn't that the creature with long ears and round tail?"*
*"You tell me, I'll judge if you have what it takes to accompany me in this grand adventure"*
*Amethyst eyes focused on the dark cave, shinning with an intelligence Sparx sometimes noticed and always believed that it resembles the burning wisdom of a renowned general and mentor.*
*The dragonfly also looked at the cave, he didn't like the look of those smart eyes, he felt immensely small in their company. He was also afraid of them, they always made his brother, with who he stuck together from day one, look like a stranger to him. Not because those eyes changed him, they did of course, but not to the level he would no longer recognize him. He looked like a stranger because whenever he saw those eyes he felt that he won't be able to keep up with them.*
*"I'm no expert" Spyro continued "We didn't have enough lessons about nature for me to tell exactly how a rabbit hole looks like, but I don't think this is it. It's just a cave I think" he concluded sadly*
*"And what makes you think that?" he pulled his brother's teeth*
*"I remember the professor showing us a sketch of a rabbit, it seemed small" he nodded at the hole in the hill "This cave is far larger than a rabbit, it's nearly my size"*
*Sparx made a dirty, leafy ball and threw it at his brother, it smacked into his flank.*
*"Hey!" Spyro exclaimed, jumping back "What was that for?"*
*"For talking crap man, I've told you I'm the judge here"*
*"What did I say wrong?"*
*"You base your information on a scribble drawn by a guy whose hands are now only bones, a guy who has difficulties straightening his fingers?"*
*"Don't say things like that!" Spyro whined, almost as if he was about to cry "This is a very, very bad thing to say about someone! Our parents always taught us to show respect to our elders! You will be old one day too you know!"*
*Sparx sighed, shaking his head, the light he was emanating dimmed visibly, without its fierce shimmer he lost the aura of arrogance that usually surrounded him.*
*"All I'm saying is that you shouldn't put all trust into pictures dude. People are all about making things simpler, of course the rabbit looked small on the sketch. A professor wouldn't waste time drawing on the whole page to keep the sizes real, he's not a painter, he only wanted to grab the silhouette"*
*Spyro frowned thoughtfully, he always listened on every lesson and he never heard the professor saying that things he showed them were shrunk in scale, pictures being far more smaller than the real specimen they were based on. Then again, people have their pride, like children don't want to admit to doing something wrong, or failing when they attempted to do something beyond their skills. Perhaps the same thing applies to adults, they also didn't want to accept their limitations.*
*The drake scratched the back of his head.*
*"I don't know, maybe you're right"*
*"Of course I'm right" Sparx' yellowish glow returned to its intense shine "How about we stop wasting time and check out where this beauty leads?"*
*Amethyst eyes looked towards the cave, the darkness pulsing from within sucked out all the lively interest and curiosity.*
*"I'm not sure about this Sparx, it's pretty dark in there. Wouldn't it be better if we wait for the rabbit to return?"*
*"Great idea man. Not only we need to hurry because of our folks, but we will wait and waste time to wait for a hole digging creature that, for all we know, could dig out another one somewhere else"*
*"Good point"*
*"Come on!" the dragonfly pushed forward, slapping branches out of his way*
*He hovered right above the entrance to the black cave that from above looked like a twisted mouth of some ugly monster.*
*"You see anything?"*
*"Does total blackness counts?"*
*Spyro stretched his paw forward, feeling the darkness, as if he expected it would shake his paw soon.*
*"I have a bad feeling about this"*
*Sparx groaned, rolling his eyes.*
*"You're whining again. Surprise, surprise*
*"No, I'm not, it's just that..." his voice trailed off, extended paw swung slowly from side to side as if he wanted to make ripples across the black veil of the cave, just like it would be an ocean that surrenders under touch*
*"...this darkness. I suddenly don't like it"*
*"Please bro, don't tell me you're scared of the dark"*
*Spyro withdrew his paw sharply as if it would be electrocuted.*
*"Pfft! I-I'm too old to be afraid of the dark"*
*Sparx clapped his hands.*
*"Nice! Keep that attitude, because I'm slightly scared myself. With you around there is nothing to be afraid about. Get in there man, you go first"*
*"Why me? You're the one that glows"*
*"I feel safer behind you. You're the one that isn't afraid of that darkness"*
*Spyro concentrated on the blackness of the cave. A cold finger of dread trailed his spine"*
*"I lied" the drake admitted bluntly*
*"Oh no, no, no" Sparx shook his forefinger "Too little, too late"*
*"But-"*
*"No buts bro!" the dragonfly chimed in "The more we argue the higher chances are that the rabbit will leave or we're gonna spook it" he quickly clapped several times "Chop, chop, let's roll!"*
*Spyro gulped, no matter how stupid the situation he found himself was, he always motivated his actions with honor, this is what his parents taught him. Even now, wherein the conflict was all about some stupid cave, honor didn't allow him to back down.*
*He was tricked, defeated and failures demand more honor bound moves than any other situation.*
*"Maybe let's go together?" Spyro pleaded, the nearly emotionless tone of his voice showed just how much he believed in success*
*Sparx snorted in contempt.*
*"I would like to, but I can't. Who knows what a rabbit can do? It could eat me!"*
*"Rabbits don't eat meat"*
*"You're suddenly an expert on rabbits now? I don't care what the books say, who knows how it will react when we frighten it. I'm way too much of a tasty treat, you're ugly and fat, you don't have to worry if your face won't scare it off, you have so much fat that it won't be able to bite through all of it"*
*Spyro didn't hear his brother, he didn't have to since he already knew where this was going. He completely preoccupied himself with staring into the pitch, black darkness of the cave. One claw poked at a stretched shadowy tentacle on the mucky ground, the farthest stretch the darkness managed to accomplish.*
\_ Claw poked at the stretched shadow again and again as if expecting that it would wake it up soon.\_
*"Hey dude!" Sparx slammed his hands together "You're sleeping over there or what?"*
*Spyro blinked, delicately shaking his head, concentration returned to the matter at paw.*
*"I don't think this is a rabbit hole"*
*"What?" the dragonfly blurt out "Didn't we got through this already? This is a rabbit hole, trust me"*
*Spyro looked away, with determination raising up, losing suddenly all the interest in the cave.*
*"I want to go-"*
*"LOOK!" Sparx shouted, sharply pointing a finger at the black cave, the glow he emanated burst with fresh, bright sparks*
*Spyro gasped, heart skipped a beat before it started racing like crazy. The gasp lifted him in the air where he made a turn, landing soon after on stiff legs.*
*"What?!" he panted, wild eyes aimed at the opening*
*"I've seen it!"*
*"Seen what?!"*
*"The damn rabbit moron! I've seen its big ears!"*
*"Really?!"*
*"Yeah!" Sparx shot forward "Quickly before it runs away!"*
\_ \_
*With pure excitement clouding his senses the young drake forgot about everything, what only mattered was to catch up his brother and then maybe find the animal.*
*"Into the hole!"*
*Spyro sped up at the sound of his brother's shout, he really had to gain some real speed since he was catching up with his glowing brother pretty quick. After several fast strides of paws he got so close to Sparx that he could touch him if he wanted to.*
*Then something unexpected happened.*
*Even before he could register what was truly going on he not only caught up with Sparx, but also shot in front of him. Which was impossible if they would keep their speed at nearly similar level, his brother simply stopped.*
*Amethyst eyes widened, in fact they nearly shot out from their orbits when the brain realized that the gaping, black hole of the cave grew immediately huge, ready to swallow him. Spyro dug his claws into the earth with a terrified scream, the ground however was too wet and sludgy to even acknowledge the definition of slowing down.*
*With another wavering scream the young drake lost his footing when the ground suddenly sloped downwards. He shot forward like a poorly notched arrow, colliding and snapping every possible, dirty branch on the way.*
*Whatever stinging pain that occurred after the many collisions faded away quickly when only after some seconds he hit the ground. There was no loud thud, only an audible snap, surprised bones were dealing with the rather soft smack, due to shock they didn't have the tie to focus on the painful itching of the scales attached to them.*
*Only after a couple of rolls, interrupted screams and spitting, when something sticky got inside the purple mouth, Spyro realized that the stuff he is rolling in is mud. The cave was filled with mud.*
*Just as soon as this enlightenment struck the mind, his body struck a wall. Due to amount of mud he accumulated on his whole body, the impact with the rough surface of the cave wasn't so painful, at least not as painful as the humiliation he felt when he got stuck to the wall upside down with his rump practically hanging directly above his head and mud dripping from it right on his head like feces after a solid, spicy lunch.*
*The feeling of embarrassment was empowered by the muddy sight of his brother up ahead, hovering at the entrance to the cave, only some meters ahead. Sparx was laughing hysterically, he could see every tiniest detail.*
*Exactly as he planned.*
\*
"I remember that!" Sparx burst out laughing "To think that you were just a thought from slipping away from my trap"
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself" Spyro said bitterly "I should also mention the part when we got back to the city, the kids gave me hell, but I skip that part"
"Oh come one man!" the dragonfly wrapped the golden horn in a one arm hug "You were a bad dragonfly to begin with, after that you advanced to crappy"
Spyro ducked, slipping away from the bro hug.
"You were a cruel brother"
"Cruel?" Sparx exclaimed, placing a shocked hand on his chest "Me? I did all of that for you"
The drake chuckled.
"Taking advantage of my naivety really helped me. Thank you" h continued on, shaking his head
"What?" Sparx shot in front of his brother's snout, spreading his arms wide, backing down with each step his brother made forward
"You think my therapy was pointless?"
"Therapy isn't the word I would use to describe all the nasty things you manipulated me into doing"
"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down there mister!" Sparx folded his arms indignantly on his chest "After that little bath you were never afraid of the dark anymore"
"Oh yeah" Spyro's expression twitched into a fake form of joy "I completely forgot about that! It's very useful!" the fake smile disappeared, turning into a thin line, sending scolding signals just like the recently narrowed eyes
"You don't have to waste candles anymore. That was the first step on the hero path. It's all about protecting right? You saved candles from burning out pointlessly, you can face every shadow now without the help of light!"
Spyro chuckled.
"Remind me to thank you for that one day"
Sparx huffed.
"Say what you will bro, but mark my words. There will be a day you're going to be grateful for my help" |
The Greys Chapter 14: Judy Hopps by hyenafur | #15 of The Greys - Judith Laverne Hopps stared at the computer screen in front of her. She'd been staring at it for at least fifteen minutes as she typed out another report. The one thing people never learned about was how much paperwork the police had to do every time they made an arrest or | [
"Bunny",
"Judy Hopps",
"Zootopia"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148647-the-greys-chapter-14-judy-hopps | Judith Laverne Hopps stared at the computer screen in front of her. She'd been staring at it for at least fifteen minutes as she typed out another report. The one thing people never learned about was how much paperwork the police had to do every time they made an arrest or completed an assignment. It was a bit of a grinder, but it also made sure perps were put away.
But at the moment, Judy just wanted a distraction. When her phone started to ring, she just about leaped from her seat for joy. "Finally," she groaned out as she pulled out her m-Phone and pressed the answer ScreenTime button. Her mother appeared immediately, sitting down in her favorite chair, but she looked different. She wasn't her normal happy self, rather, she looked worried.
Judy's ears immediately drooped as she stared at her mother's face on the screen, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Judy, I really hate to ask you, but..." Bonnie didn't get to finish, "Mom, you know I'd do anything to help you and dad."
"Oh no, Judy, it's not like that. You see, there's a nasty rumor floating around about Gideon's mother, and I thought... I thought you might be able to clear a few things up. People seem to really listen to you," the worried mother rabbit told her daughter.
"What kind of rumors," Judy queried, her face showing obvious curiosity.
"Well... I don't want to be spreading the rumor more than it already has been spread, but someone named Kody Grey showed up in town today, and Gideon said he was his cousin, but you're Aunt Mary-Ann says that he's actually Gideon's twin brother that Jeane locked away in the attic."
The younger rabbit rolled her eyes at the mention of her Aunt Mary-Ann. She was notorious for gossip and rumors. If she'd actually finished high school, she probably could have gotten a job writing headlines and articles for the Zootopian Inquirer or the Bi-Weekly Global News. "Mom, you know not to believe Aunt Mary-Ann," Judy replied as she shook her head.
"I know, Judy, but I'm more worried that other people in the town will believe her. Do you think you can pull some strings and find out," her mother begged. It wasn't the most legal thing in the world, but it wasn't like Judy hadn't bent the rules before, especially on her first case.
"I'll ask Chief Bogo if I can look into it as an identity fraud case, but I can't promise you he'll let me investigate," Judy told her mother.
"I know you'll try, Judy. You've always been a try-er."
"I'll let you know what I find out, mom. Is dad around?"
"Stu's out playing bridge tonight."
"Say 'Hi' to him for me."
"I will sweetheart."
The ScreenTime call ended abruptly before Judy put her phone down on her desk. She wondered if Nick had ever known a fox named Kody Grey, though, really she should have asked her mother for a picture before the call ended. It would have helped.
A thought popped into Judy's mind. Tim Church was their resident criminal sketch artist. The little rodent could draw a picture of Gideon's face if she gave him a description. That might actually work. It was at least some place to start. |
A Dirty Debt by StrangeBreed | A really fun commission I did for Rioaly. This one contains three lovely ladies in a fantasy setting as they make a journey towards a bigger city. It leads to some sexy lesbian action complete with watersports. One of the three ladies is a futa so there's that fun as well ;) Hope you all enjoy! - | [
"Bovine",
"Cow",
"Equine",
"F/F",
"Futa",
"Horse",
"Oral",
"Threesome",
"Vaginal",
"Watersports",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150819-a-dirty-debt | *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.*
*...*
Kera sighed as she continued to pack her things, occasionally glancing to some of her husband's things that lay about the house. Her husband had passed away a month prior and the mare had decided it best to move in with her son in the capital city. It was roughly a week's journey away, and she had made plans to leave with another villager that week. Winter was on its way and it would be no safe season for travel, so Kera knew it would be now or never to make the journey. She packed only what she could carry, planning on making a return journey the following summer to grab what was left. She was getting a tad older and knew she could not live on her own, the rough work and loneliness too much for the poor widow to bear.
Tyranna was busy in her own home packing as well, the young wolf tired of living a simple life in the northern village. She wanted so desperately to make it big, the wolf having apprenticed with the village's blacksmith for several years. She felt ready to continue her trade on her own, especially since the lack of warriors in their small village was so high, business would come very sporadically, swordsmen only stopping through briefly on their journey, needing a quick fix or sharpening of their weapons. As soon as Tyranna was packed she made one final stop at her village's blacksmith shop, giving a final goodbye to her master as she grabbed supplies. "Farewell Will," she said to the buff looking boar as he hammered away at a sword, "It was an honor to learn by your side."
The boar took a quick break and wiped the sweat from his forehead, turning to give the wolf a firm hug. He looked over her, the beautiful wolf with her emerald eyes and soft black hair always looking far too pretty for their line of work. "Safe journeys Ty," he said brightly as he pat her side, "You shall make a fine blacksmith!"
"Thank you sir," she said with a bow, peeking once more at the heavy sword that Will was working on, "Who does that belong to?"
"Oh that," the boar began as he nodded over to the customer sitting just outside the shop, a rather strong looking cow resting her muscular form, "Is a mercenary from the... southeast I believe she said, another stopover."
"I see..." Ty's words trailed off as she approached the strong looking bovine, clearing her throat to get the woman's attention, "G-good afternoon mam, might I ask if your services are for hire?"
The cow slowly raised her head up and eyed the wolf carefully, "They could be... but that depends on the price."
"Twenty-five gold for escort to the capital" Ty made an offer, knowing what Kera and herself had the combined budget to spend.
"Twenty-five?" the cow raised her eye, "That's it? For a week's journey? For protection in the wild for that long? I'm sorry but that's hardly a reasonable offer."
"I'm sorry," Ty looked down to the ground, "It's all we can afford..."
"We?" the cow laughed, the deal seeming to get worst by the minute, "How many?"
"Just two mam," she kept speaking despite feeling that any offer would be hopeless, "A recent widower and myself."
The cow considered the offer again. It was definitely not worth it in any monetary sense, but she was getting rather lonely on her journeys lately, especially when it came to some of her physical appetites. The wolf was beautiful and even if their other companion was not a looker, she supposed a favour or two from the young wolf would suffice. She thought over the offer again, realizing that the gold was at least something, "I may consider this offer, but I ask a favour or two to make up what you lack in funds."
"Anything!" Ty perked up, excited as there seemed to be a chance now of actually receiving the cow's escort.
"*Anything?*" the mercenary accented the word as she eyed the girl down, Ty's cheeks flushing red as she gulped nervously.
She caught the mercenary's drift, knowing that part of the bartering might have led to such favours. It made her a tad uncomfortable, but the cow had an alluring quality to her, the wolf not without her own physical needs. "If that is needed..." she took a breath, making sure she was truly prepared to go through with such a promise, "...then I shall be willing to pay the price."
The cow pat her finger to her chin, thinking over the offer herself before finally shrugging, "Very well, meet me back here with the other traveler and your things three quarters of an hour."
"Yes mam, thank you!" Ty said happily.
"One more thing," she stopped the wolf before she could run off to find Kera, "Cut the mam shit, you may call me Marva."
"Yes m-err, Marva" the wolf corrected herself, nodding to the mercenary once more before heading towards Kera's home.
...
Time passed and the pair made their way back to the blacksmith's shop, Kera having been told the terms to the mercenary's hire, also reluctantly agreeing to them. She offered her paw to the cow when she met her, giving her name in a somewhat bashful tone, "Kera" she said gently to the cow, receiving a firm shake back as she was given a name in return.
"Marva, pleasure to meet you, I assume you have brought me the payment?" Ty nodded as she passed the sack of gold to the mercenary, the cow opening it to carefully inspect and count the amount of coins. She gave the pair a nod soon after, putting the sack in one of her bags, "Well, shall we?"
...
The journey proved none too harsh for the trio as they made their way, the first couple of days going by quite smoothly. There was not too much trouble to be found and the cow was an excellent hunter, so food was easy to come by. In terms of supplemental payment, it had come mostly in the form of flirtatious advances, compliments, cuddles at night and even a stolen kiss or two from the two attractive companions was all the cow seemed to be needing. That was until the third night, when she finally felt comfortable enough around the two to finally ask for the payment she so deeply was missing. She had also been given liquid courage as the trio had treated themselves to a good amount of mead, all feeling rather relaxed and fuzzy cheeked from the drink's alcoholic effects. "Ty, Kera, I believe there is some manner of payment that was agreed upon?"
Kera gulped as she nodded to her friend, turning to the cow to ask, "Wh-what is it you would like us to do?"
Marva grinned as she looked over the sexy equine, "First, I would like both of you to get naked, your clothing shall only get in the way of what I have planned."
The two looked at each other once more before nodding, taking deep breaths as they anxiously stripped down. They had prepared for this, knowing it would have been required of them, but that didn't make it any easier for the pair to go through with. Ty was the first to completely strip down, her smaller but firm breasts on display, as was her the pretty little slit between her legs. Kera hesitated a bit longer than Ty did as she began to say to the cow gently, "I warn you, you may be in for a bit of a shock."
The mercenary laughed at the thought of shock, "My lifestyle is one that shows me many strange things, just try and shock me."
"Very well..." the mare said gently as she continued to strip down, the cow's eyes lightening up when instead of seeing a beautiful slit like the wolf's, she instead was treated to the form of a firm and sizable horse cock. The mare looked at the cow's wide eyes and asked shyly, "Well... shocked?"
"Shocked?" Marva repeated the question as she slithered up to the futa, rubbing her cock gently as she looked up at her sizable, firm breasts, "No... but delighted. This is a very nice surprise." Kera blushed as her cock was stroked, happy she wasn't seen as some freak. Until now only her husband and close friend Ty had known her secret, and now by the campfire just outside of the tent they rested in, her cock was once more being enjoyed by another. Her physical needs had been unfulfilled since her husband's passing, leaving her with a lustful hunger that kept her shaft solid as a rock, the mare letting out a boisterous moan as the cow started to suck gently on her shaft. Ty watched a tad anxiously as the cow kept swallowing her friend's shaft down, a blush filling her cheeks as she heard the constant suckles coming from the mercenary's lips. The cow looked over and locked eyes with her for only a moment before curling her finger in a beckoning motion, the wolf anxiously sliding over to her. "Come here you sweet little thing" the bovine sighed as she kept stroking the mare's cock with her paw, nuzzling her muzzle up between the wolf's legs to start lapping at her pussy gently.
The wolf wiggle in place as she felt the soft tongue slide into her pussy, circling around in a pleasing way until she was shivering, "Oh, Marva that feels so good!" At the same time Marva was still stroking Kera's shaft, occasionally moving her lips back to the firm cockhead, lapping precum clean from its slit.
She kept using her muzzle on both companions, teasing them slowly until the mare asked, in a rather shy tone, "Umm, M-Marva is there any way, err I could be excused for a moment?"
Marva's eyes flashed, "Why, whatever is the matter Kera?"
The equine blushed before she admitted her problem, "All that mead is getting to me, I really have to pee."
Marva's muzzle turned to a sudden strong grin as she planted a kiss on the horse's cockhead, "That's exactly what I was counting on my dear!"
"Wh-what?" The horse whimpered in shock, the wolf looking equally appalled as the cow kept lapping at her friend's cock.
"Yes, that is a bit of an odd taste I must say," the cow kept playing with the horse's shaft, looking up at her with lustful eyes, "But it's something I'm very much into... so you can either humour my request... or make the rest of the trip by yourselves."
The look in her eyes proved how serious she was, the wolf nodding to her friend as she replied for them both, "We'll do it."
"Splendid!" The cow said happily as she planted another kiss on the mare's shaft, leaning up to start undressing herself. It took her a few moments, but she was soon naked as well, both girls noting how lovely her frim breasts looked. She leaned back under the horse, eying her deviously as she whispered, "Whenever you're read then dear!" Kera closed her eyes as she was unsure how to feel about the whole thing, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath, trying to relax her bladder a bit. It took a moment or two, but her shaft soon bobbed up a bit before urine began to trickle from its head, steadily reaching a full stream down the cow's chest. It washed over her firm breasts, trailing down the fur of her chest before resting over her pussy, the cow rubbing some of it over her already wet folds. She let out a sigh as she opened her mouth, whispering "This feels so nice!" before catching a good amount of the stream in her muzzle, letting it pool up in her mouth before swallowing it down slowly. She let out hungry sighs as she guzzled down the salty, acrid waste, letting more of the long stream wash over her tongue, sampling its flavour before drinking it down.
Ty watched all the while with an uneasy expression, touching herself gently at the lewd show. She didn't want the others to know she was into it, especially Kera. The mare was soon done pissing, the stream gently trickling to a stop as Marva let out a satisfied sigh, lapping the slit clean of a few more drops before kissing it. "D-did you enjoy that?" Kera asked awkwardly, not knowing how else to approach the subject.
Marva grinned, sucking on the shaft again for a brief moment before responding, "It was rather lovely thank you!" She slowly turned her gaze over to Ty wearing a sly grin, "Well now, looks like it's your turn beautiful!" Ty scrunched up a bit before shyly approaching the bovine, not wanting to turn back on the agreed upon rules. This was how they had scored the mercenary after all, and the wolf did not wish to be the one who broke the contract. She was however embarrassed to show just how wet she was from earlier, closing her eyes as she approached the cow, her nose sniffing at her damp arousal as she commented aloud, "Mmm, someone enjoyed the show!"
Ty looked away as her face flushed a deep shade of red, mumbling out in a low tone, "A l-little." She let out a sudden panted breath as Marva dragged her tongue over the wolf's pussy, slowly lapping at it gently, sampling the lovely, rich feminine taste. Her tongue slid all over the damp folds before digging down deep, lapping and slurping at her wet pussy as she hungrily awaited another treat. "That feels s-so good!" the wolf groaned in ecstasy, legs shaking a bit as she felt quite good from the cow's thick tongue. Her bladder was nagging at her though, and within a few moments she felt herself unable to hold back, a heavy splash of urine dropping out into the cow's muzzle.
Marva hummed out a low moan as she gulped down the rushing stream, the puddle in her mouth quickly overflowing down her chin, making her way towards her chest where it added to the already matted quality of her fur. She kept swallowing the urine down slowly, loving the salty quality of it as she rubbed her own pussy with two fingers. Ty was making cute squeaks as she emptied her bladder, finding some strange alluring attraction to the whole thing. Marva reached for Kera's shaft as she kept guzzling the acrid waste down, planting another kiss on the wolf's pussy when the stream ended. "Very good..." she sighed, licking the wolf's clit as she rubbed the equine's lengthy shaft, "I have just a couple more tasks for you two." The two looked to one another as they worried what would be next, saying nothing as to not interrupt the cow, "Lay down for me, I want you to understand why I like doing this."
Ty did so without much coaxing needed, the other two able to tell from earlier that she was already curious. Kera however had never thought of such a thing as sexually arousing, being a little more reluctant to agree. Within a few moments however, the cow's two companions were laying on the ground together, heads next to each other as they looked up at the mercenary. "I think we're ready..." the horse said with an anxious sigh, both her and Ty opening their mouths and closing their eyes.
"Mmm, perfect," Marva said as she started to lean down over top of them, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers, "I'll try and keep this stream slow, let you two get used to it." She let out a rough sigh as she tried to relax herself, the mead quickly working in her body to allow the trickle of urine to begin pouring out. It was quite slow at first as promised, little droplets of the acrid solution dripping over the cheeks of both girls under her. Slowly it began to increase in pace, starting to rain down their chests. Even Kera had to admit there was something about the teasing humiliation about the act that made it somewhat arousing, the mare stroking her cock gently to ease herself into the situation.
Ty on the other hand had never stopped rubbing her wet pussy, even gaining the courage to open her muzzle, and sample some of the cow's salty urine. She was soon able to gulp a good amount down at once, ignoring her gag reflexes slight protests as she pleased herself with her fingers. Kera turned to her and whispered into her ear gently, still rubbing her shaft as the cow's urine trickle to a stop, "Ty I never knew..." Before she could say much more however, the cow dropped down onto her lap, straddling the equine gently as she gripped her shaft and rubbed it against her slick sex. "Marva?!" Kera gasped, but it was no use, all she was able to do was gasp and moan as the cow slowly lowered her body down, her warm pussy slowly swallowing the futa's thick cock. The mare continued to moan out in ecstasy as the bovine slowly raised back up, only to drop back down over her shaft, slowly bouncing over it as she began to ride its heavy form, "That feels so good Marva, p-please, don't stop!"
Marva nipped her bottom lip as she kept riding the mare's thick shaft, looking over to Ty with a big grin, "Come here you sexy little thing!" Ty needed no greater convincing, the wolf stepping over to the cow only to have her lower half embraced in a hug, the cow's lips kissing her slick folds before her thick tongue pressed back into it. "Mmm, you taste so sweet!" the cow moaned as she pressed her tongue tighter to the wolf's slick sex, digging the thick, slippery muscle in as deep as it would go. At the same time she kept shaking her hips smoothly, doing a hypnotic dance over the mare's waist as she continued to please her hard cock. Both of her companions were making quite the loud moans as they were both stimulated, Kera's cockhead flaring a little inside the cow's pussy as Ty continued to get wetter by the second onto her lips. "Are you two gonna cum for me?" she asked lustfully as she felt her own pleasure rising, edging closer to orgasm herself as she suckled the wolf's clitoris, "Hmm, are you gonna be good girls for me?"
"M-Marva, sh-shit!" Kera cried out as she started to shake, the cow looking down as she raised her rump a bit, slamming her pussy down rhythmically over the equine's shaft until it was throbbing, her eyes squinting as the flaring of its head cause some stinging to well up inside her. She let out a gasp as she rested down on it, its flared form plugging her up as the mare's seed flooded the inside of her pussy.
The cow was shivering now as she pressed her fingers to her own clit, rubbing it with her fingertips as she continued to lap and suckle at every sensitive inch of the wolf's pussy, "Your turn!" She could tell it would not take that much more coaxing as the wolf could only reply with inaudible panted stutters, her lips pressing tightly until the wolf shook and howled, a thick, sticky and sweet nectar coating the cow's lips. Marva worked her digits faster as she tugged on the mare's shaft, letting its flared form tease her just right, driving her to a staggering heavy climax as she licked the wolf clean. The trip collapsed to the ground, Marva still connected to Kera for a while, each of them panting and sighing as they rested in their sudden afterglow. After a short while, Marva finally spoke again, chuckling as she commented, "Holy shit, been too long since I've had a good cock in there... didn't expect to get it from a beautiful woman!"
The group laughed a little anxiously before Ty spoke, "S-so, does this make us even?"
Marva shrugged with a short giggle, "Yeah, I guess so."
Kera thought for a moment before speaking again, "You know... it doesn't have to."
Ty nodded to that statement with a blush, and Marva chuckled again, "You two want some more rounds with me huh?" The two didn't reply with words, but both nodded, their cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Marva grinned as she remained relaxed with the two girls, both cuddling up to her as Kera's cock remained lodged inside her. She had gotten just what she wanted, and now looked forward to the rest of their journey more than ever. |
Good Enough Chapter 7 by ragewolver | #8 of Good Enough This will probably be my last upload for a while because I'm about to go on another short tour. Hope you enjoy - Chapter 7--By the Grave Damien listened, enthralled by Thomas's new tone, one he had never heard before, the weak voice that spoke and the weird look on Thomas's face as | [
"Character Development",
"Depression",
"Dorm",
"Father",
"Husky",
"Panther",
"Son"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152697-good-enough-chapter-7 | Chapter 7--By the Grave
Damien listened, enthralled by Thomas's new tone, one he had never heard before, the weak voice that spoke and the weird look on Thomas's face as he began to speak.
"It was years ago," Thomas began, "when I was a sophomore. My little brother, Theodore, was just starting out. I remember teasing him about the freshman hunt. But we didn't see each other much at school. I had always assumed he kept to his own group of friends, just like I kept to mine... but..." His eyes narrowed as the memories began to replay themselves in his mind.
"But...?" Damien prompted.
"I would see him in passing mostly," Thomas continued, "but I'd see him all the time at lunch. I would see him getting pushed around every now and then. At first I thought it was just him playing around with his friends, but I think I knew somewhere that it wasn't right. Even still, it was weeks before I actually got involved. I... Actually, my girlfriend at the time saw him crying in the cafeteria after getting bullied. I pulled him into the bathroom and that's when I noticed that he had"--he swallowed thickly--"blood on his shirt sleeve. He had been so miserable that he had actually started... cutting himself."
Thomas was crying now and Damien hurriedly handed him a small paper towel, their dormitory being devoid of tissues. He made a mental note to get some tissues after offering the paper towel to Thomas, who waved it away.
"No, I'm okay..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said. "But I made him a promise that I'd always be there for him, to protect him, you know? Like I should've been doing the whole time. But it was the very next day, during the homecoming game that..." He paused, looking directly at Damien, though he seemed not to see him.
"Thomas?"
No reply.
*"Thomas!"*
Thomas gasped and rubbed his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to drift off like that..."
"Maybe this was a bad idea..."
"No, it's okay. It's been years... I just thought I'd be over it by now... But..." He sniffled before speaking again. "There was some gangster... Apparently, my dad had broken up a huge drug dealing group and this one wanted revenge. He took a shot and missed my dad but he hit..."
The effort of trying to prevent the tears was pointless now; he was sobbing, his entire body shaking madly. Without thinking, Damien walked over to him, offering a hug which he was surprised Thomas accepted. He could feel Thomas's body shaking, hear the strangled gasps before he pulled away.
"Fuck! I should be over this by now!" Thomas shouted.
"You can't expect to be over it just like that," Damien said. "This was your family..." Thomas shook his head and took a deep steadying breath. "Thomas... you don't have to--"
"Theo's funeral was a few days later," Thomas said rapidly, though very weakly. Damien didn't return to sitting on the bed, instead sitting on the floor. "I watched them close the casket and saw them lower it into the ground. That night, I heard the story from my dad and I realized I had the same razor that Theo had used to... you know... I wanted to know why he did it so I tried it myself. I only meant to do it once but... over the next few months I kept going." Thomas looked down at his arms. "Sometimes I felt like I needed it to face everything. Dad stopped coming home, Mom was going crazy and I just couldn't stand it. Eventually, Mom found someone else and broke up with Dad. I ended up living with my dad... I never spoke to her again after the divorce, but I found out later that she... passed away. We didn't find out until she was already buried so it was too late to go to the funeral."
"I'm sorry... I don't know what to say," Damien murmured.
"There's nothing to say," Thomas replied. "Don't worry about it." He cleared his throat. "Dad just became obsessed with his work. I almost never saw him and during my second semester, I fell in with a really bad group... Started doing some stuff..."
"... Drugs?"
"Nothing like crack or meth," Thomas said rapidly, "but just some weed between classes, sometimes between school and football practice. Sometimes just to take the edge off. When my dad found out, he started watching me, 24/7. He even had me tested every few days to see if I'd kicked the stuff. Sometimes I passed, sometimes I failed and every time I failed, he just flew into a rage. There were times when we just yelled but there were others times when we fought... I don't think I was ever so scared in my life... I never wanted to go home because I knew I'd have to face him every night..."
Thomas looked downward as he paused, his eyes narrowed as he started to drift into his own thoughts once more. Soon enough, he looked angry.
"What'd you do?"
"Most of the time, I stayed at Ozzy's house," he said in a biting, aggravated tone, "not that his parents were exactly supportive of my smoking, but they weren't as physical." Perhaps he noticed the way he was talking; when he continued, his voice became far softer, gentler. "I managed to kick the habit before my senior year, but I never could talk with my dad the same way. We don't even say much more to each other than 'hi' or 'bye'." His voice trailed off. "There's a lot that I wanted to tell him but I've never been able to."
"Like what?"
Thomas looked up at him and shook his head. "I think I've said enough tonight, Damien. Besides, I've still got some homework to finish and we've both got class in the morning. I think story time's over for now."
He reached for his paper, but Damien was quicker. He snatched the paper away, holding it just beyond Thomas's reach. However, much to his surprise, Thomas dived for it and they were wrestling on the floor over the paper which had fallen out of Damien's grasp in the tussle. With Thomas sitting on his back, now looking smug, Damien huffed.
"You win! Get off!"
*"HEY! KEEP IT DOWN!"* called a voice through the wall.
Thomas stood up and retrieved his homework, staring over the paper curiously. "Anyway, there's not much more to tell... The story's caught up to the present."
"Except you're still hiding something," Damien said, "otherwise you wouldn't have tried to dodge my question."
"I've told you what you wanted to know," Thomas replied, far more sternly. Inwardly, Damien noted his tone. "There's some stuff even the closest friends don't share."
---
*September 13th, 20--*
*I finally got some answers out of Thomas. I think I know why he became so overprotective of me after the incident. It's because of his brother, Theodore (I hope I'm spelling that right). And I thought my family had issues, but nothing like what was going on in Thomas's family. With one bullet--one fucking bullet--his family was completely messed up. He lost his brother, his parents separated, his mother died and he just fell apart. I saw the scars on his arm. He did something I had thought about but was always to scared to do.*
*Face it, Damien--you were NEVER the martyr you pretended to be. You weren't as broken or damaged or anything as you said you were in your lyrics. Strong words that mean nothing when said with your spoiled mouth. Compared to Thomas, you had an easy life. It's time to get over your petty issues and it's time to grow up.*
*\--Damien Jaime Blackwell*
*RIP: Theodore Martan. I promise I'll do my best to look after Thomas for you.*
---
Damien found himself unable to compose his mind to sleep and looked disparagingly at his phone's clock. Undoubtedly, he'd be miserably tired when it came time to go to class and he considered skipping his morning class simply to get some sleep.
His thoughts were mainly focused on what Thomas had told him. He found himself dwelling on the idea of losing a brother and, more than once, he had imagined how he would react if he had heard that Nathan or Amy had been killed. The thought made his stomach turn, and he truly wondered how Thomas was dealing with that kind of misery.
He exhaled sharply; he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.
Despite the darkness of the room, he could still make out the silhouette of Thomas, currently faced away from him with his tail swishing lazily behind him as he dreamed. Damien grinned. *What're you dreaming about?*
\_ \_ He reached for his phone once more and thought carefully. Who would be awake right now to talk to? Or perhaps he should do something a bit less meaningful, maybe watch some stupid video. He had settled on downloading a novel to read. Although his eyes skimmed the words, he found he wasn't really reading them intently, merely just gazing over them as he scrolled through the chapters.
*Nate, Amy. I wonder how you two are doing...*
The sound of rustling made Damien look over--Thomas had rolled over again, his face facing towards him now and Damien smiled slightly. He looked peaceful, almost cute. But almost right away, Damien shook his head, trying to shake the thought away.
Cute? Where did that come from? Thomas wasn't *cute*. He was *handsome*.
*No! Stop thinking about it like that. He's just your roommate. Just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.*
Taking a deep breath, he returned his attention to the novel on his phone and, by the third chapter, he found his attention waning and his eyes drooping. Purposefully, he laid down facing away from Thomas as he tried, once more, to fall asleep.
---
Thomas had a habit of waking before Damien, leaving Damien surprised when he woke before Thomas the next morning, especially since he hadn't had much sleep at all. Yet as he steadily woke, he looked over to see that Thomas seemed to still be snoozing away. Curious, Damien double-checked his phone's clock.
"Hey, Thomas! *Thomas!*" Damien said loudly.
Thomas let out a grumble of acknowledgement. Perhaps he wasn't sleeping after all.
"Don't you have class in a few minutes?" Damien asked.
"Not going today. Got other plans."
"Meaning...?"
"..."
"Thomas?"
"...I'm planning on going back home for today," he said. "Talking last night got me thinking... I haven't been by Theo's grave in a while. Figured I owe him a visit."
"Can I go with you?" Thomas sat upright, looking at Damien curiously. Damien, who had spoken before he could even think through what he was saying, looked down. "I mean, if you don't mind."
"I don't really mind," Thomas answered, "but I'm just curious. Why do you want to go?"
"To pay my respects, if that's okay."
"Yeah. I... Sure. But don't you have class?"
"So do you."
"Don't you have rehearsal?"
"Don't you have practice?"
Thomas chortled. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I could use the company. But I can't promise we'll be back in time for class tomorrow."
"I'll take that chance."
---
After a quick explanation to Anna (who seemed to disapprove of skipping class on principle) and Torrie (who seemed angry at being informed after they'd left and being left behind), they were on their way and Damien couldn't shake the feeling of unease as the school disappeared in the distance, a feeling that only magnified as they got on the highway. The radio was playing some techno song which Thomas was bobbing his head to and the windows were down, wind blowing through their fur. They hadn't said much to each other since leaving and the silence was strangely irritating.
"So," Damien began uneasily, "how're you feeling about going back?"
Thomas shrugged. "I'm not feeling much right now. Kind of hungry, now that I think about it."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know. But I honestly don't know what to think," Thomas confessed. "I mean, thinking about it is kind of hard... but I feel like I owe it to him to visit his grave... It's been over a year since I was last there..." He looked wistful and Damien noticed his grip on the steering wheel starting to loosen, the car starting to drift. But before he could speak up, Thomas regained his senses and control of the vehicle. "Sorry. Didn't mean to space out like that."
"You have a habit of doing that. Should I drive?"
"You have a license?"
"Yes. Am I not supposed to?"
"You don't have a car... I just assumed you couldn't drive," Thomas admitted. "So... feel like stopping for breakfast? It'll be at least an hour and a half before we get there."
"Sure," Damien said. "Why not?"
"By the way, you wouldn't happen to have any of your old band's music, would you?"
"Uh, no, not on CD," Damien stated. "I didn't bring any with me, left them all at home. But I should have them on my phone. Why?"
Thomas turned off the radio. "Let's hear it. I've kind of been curious."
"Okay... if you're sure..."
"What's wrong? You don't sound too thrilled about having a new fan."
"No, it's just awkward," Damien confessed as he scrolled through the numerous songs saved on his phone. "Nate used to always say that it's snobby to play your own album for people."
Someone was already at the gravesite when they arrived and they parked behind a silvery four-door. Thomas's eyes scanned the license plate before studying who stood at the grave.
"I take it you know that old panther," Damien said, pointing.
"Yeah, stay here," Thomas ordered ominously as he got out, closing the door behind him as he walked around the car towards the grave. Damien stuck his head out of the window, eager to hear anything that was said. But the two panthers spoke in low voices, completely unintelligible to him.
"It's been a while," Thomas said as he approached. "How you doing?"
The old panther turned, eyes narrowing as he saw his son behind him. "Shouldn't you be at school right now, Thomas? I'm not paying for you to skip class, you know."
"You're hardly paying anything, *Henry*," Thomas countered. "I'm there on a scholarship."
"Then don't squander it," Henry Martan answered, turning his attention back to the headstone he had been staring at. He reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised you're here. It's so close to the anniversary, isn't it?" He stuck one of the cigarettes in his mouth and lit it, exhaling sharply.
"Those things'll kill you, you know."
"You used to always say I'm too stubborn to die," Henry chortled.
"You are and you're too old to learn a new trick," Thomas added. "How much grayer have you gotten?"
"Learn some respect," Henry snarled. "You're at a sacred site, the least you could do is watch your mouth." He pointed. "And who's the dog sticking his head out of the window."
Thomas looked over and almost laughed in amusement when Damien noticed he was being watched, hurriedly pulling his head back into the car. "Might as well come out, Damien! He's already seen you!"
Shyly, Damien came out, head tilted downward and ears flattened as he approached. He looked up into Henry's golden eyes and quickly looked away, unsure of what to say. Compared to the two tall, muscular panthers in front of him, he felt puny, out-of-place.
"Hello, sir," he said meekly.
"Damien, this is my dad, Henry. Henry, this is my roommate, Damien," Thomas said.
Damien could see Henry's brief look of aggravation, but made no comment as Henry started to talk.
"It's nice to meet you," Henry said. "Although, I'm sorry he dragged you away from your classes to be here."
"He\_asked\_ to come along," Thomas corrected, "and we'll be going back soon enough."
"You shouldn't have let him! He's got his own stuff to take care off!" Henry said. "And Damien, you ought to know better. Right now, your studies are the most important thing."
Damien looked downward, unable to think of a response, though Thomas apparently already had one.
"Hey, back off! We're old enough to take care of ourselves!" Thomas shouted.
"Lower your tone!"
Thomas snorted indignantly, his eyes looking down at the gravestone. His expression softened as he knelt down, feeling each of the engraved letters. Damien looked over his shoulder.
*THEODORE HENRY MARTAN*
*"A brilliant light that will shine through time"*
"I've missed you, Theo. I think about you everyday," Thomas said. "I wonder what you'd think of me now..."
"I'm sure he'd be proud of you," Henry said. "Without a doubt."
"How are *you* doing anyway?" Thomas asked. "You alright?"
"As well as could be expected," Henry answered. "I've actually considered retiring. Not sure if I can handle the stress anymore, especially since I don't have anyone to come home to now."
"... Sorry. Didn't think it'd be so hard on you..."
"Don't be... You needed to leave the nest sometime." Henry took another drag on his cigarette, which was nearly burned down completely. "I can't stick around for much longer. Still got a lot to do."
"Yeah. We should get back soon too," Thomas said. "Promise I'll be back soon, baby bro. Didn't mean to leave you alone for so long." A single teardrop fell on the stone as he stood, pausing to look at his father. "Take care of yourself. Don't keel over until I graduate, okay?"
Henry scoffed. "I've still got plenty more good years in me."
"Yeah. I'll see you later, Henry," Thomas murmured.
"Better bring home some damn good grades," Henry answered. "Take care, you two."
"Thank you, sir," Damien said quietly as Thomas said, "Let's go, Damien."
"You don't want to put anything on his grave?" Damien asked as he followed Thomas away. "I mean, when do you think you'll be back?"
"Not sure... But he was never one for flowers," Thomas said. "He'd probably be pissed if I left some daisies on his grave."
---
Damien was surprised when they made another stop--they hadn't gotten back on the road just yet, but instead had stopped at some fast food restaurant, now just waiting in the parking lot. Thomas had downed two burgers and was currently working on his two orders of fries all the while humming to whatever tune happened to play on the radio.
"Thanks for letting me come along," Damien said after a few minutes passed wordlessly. "But doesn't it bother you that you and your dad argue?"
"Not really," Thomas said. "It's just how we've communicated since... you know..."
"Do you love your dad?"
"... Yeah," Thomas said after a brief moment of thought. "I don't hate him."
"But do you love him?"
Thomas shrugged. "I think I do. I just don't like him too much. We can't even talk without arguing usually. But, I've learned to live with it. Oh, and before I forget..." He reached over and opened the glove compartment, withdrawing a small piece of paper, handing it over to Damien.
"What's this?" Damien asked.
"A ticket for Saturday's game," Thomas said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to have you there."
Damien looked over the ticket. Honestly, he hadn't thought much of football. Without a doubt, school pride flowed far stronger here than it ever had in high school. With the first game of the season approaching, Damien could scarcely believe just how many students were eager to show their support for their team. Almost everyone had taken to showing some kind of support, be it with sweatshirts, jerseys or simply wearing the school colors of gold and sky blue. And Damien had considered joining in on the school pride and he had thought about going to the game, if only to support Thomas and Ozzy. But with Thomas looking at him so expectantly, he couldn't think of any excuse as to why he couldn't go.
"Alright. I'll go. Could be fun," Damien said. "After all, you went through all of the effort to get me a ticket."
"You're not so special," Thomas chuckled. "Got some for my other friends who aren't on the team."
"Thanks," Damien remarked in a deadpanned tone. "That really boosts my confidence." But he was smiling nonetheless. "You didn't want to give one to your dad?"
"He already has one," Thomas said. "But I doubt he'll show. Not such a big deal anyway."
"Are you--"
"We should get back on the road," Thomas said. "If we hurry, you might still make your band's rehearsal."
---
*September 14th, 20--*
*First, let me say that not going to class today was just awkward. I felt like I was breaking so many rules and felt like I was going to get caught or something.*
*But, more importantly, Thomas and I went on a short road trip to his hometown down south. We visited his brother's grave and I actually met his father. I kind of feel bad for the two of them since they've both lost members of their family in such a bad way. But it was weird seeing the two of them talk to each other. I've never called my father by his first name because I knew it'd get me in trouble.*
*I can't help but wonder if they'll ever get along again, if they did in the past. And on top of that, I feel like someone should have left something on Theo's grave.*
*But Thomas gave me a ticket for his game Saturday. I wasn't sure if I'd go, but I said I would now. I don't really like football (or sports in general), but I suppose there are worse things to do on a Saturday night.*
*\--Damien Jaime Blackwell* |
A Super Bowl Spitroast by Joshiah | Yeah, sportsball! (I actually hate that joke.) Within this story for ragnar9 and simplenessicity, we see the fruits of a Super Bowl themed YCH, and why you should never bet on the big game! Jesse is in utter disbelief when his team loses in the Super Bowl at the last minute, but his frustrations are | [
"Anal",
"Anal Sex",
"Blowjob",
"Cum",
"Cum Swallowing",
"Double Penetration",
"Exhibitionism",
"Gay",
"M/M/M",
"Male",
"Masturbation",
"Oral",
"Penetration",
"Sex",
"Story",
"Threesome",
"Voyeurism",
"cum inside",
"public sex",
"spitroast",
"throat fucking"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145129-a-super-bowl-spitroast | You could cry about the fix, or a blown call. There was always at least a few of those in a football game, and the fact of the matter was that referees weren't perfect, and even **with** instant replays, some things were still going to get missed.
Those facts didn't ease the sting for Jesse, who was still up on his hind paws, shouting at the television screen and doing everything in his power to resist flipping a table, or throwing his drink against the wall.
"You have **got** to be kidding me! That wasn't a touchdown! He was nowhere **NEAR** the goal line!" Jesse unleashed on the television set, as everyone else in the party was drowned out by the sound of his ranting and raving. Clad in an Austin Aardvarks jersey and a pair of blue jeans, he was dressed the opposite of everyone else at the Super Bowl party, and deep in enemy territory, everyone else was a Houston Horndogs fan...and yet again, the dynasty team was getting ready to march off of the field in victory.
Normally, everyone else would have been happy to argue with Jesse and tell him that he was wrong, but the wolf was going through such a rage that no one seemed to be able to overwhelm him. Even before the referees declared the play to be a touchdown, the one that would win the game for Houston, Jesse was throwing his jersey at the floor and stomping his way out of the room...
...Or at least, he would have been, if not for the fact that a couple of his friends, a pair of dedicated Houston fans, weren't about to let him walk out on a bet.
"So...I was gonna feel bad about cashing this one in, but after you basically *ruined* the party for everybody else, I don't really feel so bad anymore," confirmed Thomas, one of the wolves who was hosting the gathering. There was a strong, awkward air hanging around the living room, as Houston fans wanted to erupt in celebration, but thanks to Jesse and his overreactions, it seemed that everyone was keeping to quieter cheers, with only light high-fives to be added in. "If you don't mind, I think you'd better get back in the living room and start paying what you owe, buddy."
Jesse was a huge football fan, but he might not have been so upset about the outcome of the game, if not for what he'd wagered on it. He'd made the bet in front of several witnesses, too, and the fact that they were all present at the party all but sealed his fate.
"Guys, we...we weren't *serious* about that bet, were we?" Jesse asked, finding his anger was completely rushed away by the panic that was setting in, thanks to a pair of men who were eager to collect. "Like these people would all want to see that, anyway!"
"Don't let him back out now, Thomas. The longer he puts this bet off, the more of a coward he seems like..."
Kozaar wasn't exactly the voice of reason for his friend, Thomas, but he was certainly the cause of a lot of trouble for the wolf. A cheetah with a terribly rambunctious attitude and one who wasn't afraid of provoking others, it was actually Kozaar who suggested the bet between himself, Thomas and Jesse, and though Thomas originally didn't seem crazy about the idea, further pestering from the slim, tall feline pushed Thomas into making a decision that was going to work out rather well for him.
It was a rare change of pace, and Thomas was happy to reap the benefits of it.
"Oh, **eat a dick,** Kozaar. This whole thing is your fault in the first place!"
"It's your fault for agreeing to it," the cheetah corrected Jesse, "And I'm sorry, but that's going to be your job, in a little bit."
Some of the people attending the party were well aware of the stakes of the bet, and eager grins were spreading across several muzzles as Thomas stood before Jesse and began pushing him back toward the center of the room. Kozaar snickered and wrapped his arms around the shirtless canine from behind, tugging him back to the large, open living room as several other guests moved the coffee table out of the way.
It was a truly blessed day for some of the guests, as they got to see their home team take home yet **another** Super Bowl, but further, they were going to see something that was far more entertaining than the pitiful excuse for a halftime show.
"H-Hey! Let go of me, damn it! We're not actually gonna do this!"
"A deal's a deal, Jesse. You shouldn't have written the check if you couldn't pay up!"
Thomas was getting further on board with the idea as Kozaar got his paws around Jesse's waist and began working at his belt, the last line of defense before the canine's modesty would be ripped away from him. "I'm not afraid to take my payment by force if I have to!" the cheetah admitted, drawing a few subtle cheers from the crowd around him, even as poor Jesse did everything he could to keep his jeans up around his waist.
"Guys, just...c-can't I **pay** you or something? Is this all really necessary?" Jesse asked, finding that his pride in keeping up with his word was allowing his resolve to bend, just a little bit. Kozaar was already unzipping his jeans for him, right as Thomas stepped up to the front of his fellow wolf and hooked his thumbs into a pair of belt loops.
A quick, forceful yank left Jesse stripped down to his boxers, and a few teasing whistles made it clear that the crowd approved. "I would have taken that kind of a deal *before* you ruined my party, but since you didn't have any mercy on my guests...I'm afraid we can't have any mercy on **you.**"
"You want the front or the back, Thomas?" Kozaar asked, as his claws dug deep into the fabric of Jesse's dark, black boxers and began playfully tearing at the fabric. "Cause I don't really care as long as I get to fuck somethin'..."
To be talked about in such blunt, careless terms was somewhere between and insult and a turn-on for Jesse, who would have been more than happy to be pinned between his two friends, if the circumstances were a little bit different.
As it was, he was just going to have to suck it up and adjust, until his mind could catch up with the excitement that his body was already showing.
"I'll take the front...I've been wanting to shut him up all night, anyway," Thomas made his claim, as he stood face to face with the more submissive wolf and narrowed his eyes upon his target. Each of the two lupines were a blend of darker and lighter tones of gray, but where Thomas was a darker overcoat with a lighter underbelly, Jesse wore a distinguishing stripe of darker color down the middle of his abdomen, leading right to the slowly growing flesh of his thick, black rod, one that was already starting to grow stiff with excitement.
Kozaar wasn't going to complain about getting to take the rear, this time around. He helped Jesse into position in the next moment, as he pushed against the back of Jesse's legs and forced him to wobble into Thomas' arms. "Good luck shutting him up when I'm fucking his tight little ass," Kozaar taunted, confident, perhaps bordering on arrogant about his ability to make a partner climax through nothing more than rough penetration. "I'll keep him moaning around that cock for ya..."
Jesse was still dealing with the disbelief that his team lost to such an extent that he wasn't able to fully process his disbelief about the moment. Though a few of the more squeamish guests were making their way for the door and turning their noses up with disgust, those who stayed focused their eyes on Jesse with such an intensity that the wolf couldn't possibly ignore it. He was the center of attention for the entire party, even if only two of the guests were lucky enough to get to enjoy his body.
He just wished that they might take their time with him...and somehow knew that he wouldn't be granted such.
"If you really think you can get him to moan...be my guest," Thomas murmured, as he allowed Kozaar to control the situation, and his actions, to an extent. The cheetah was always the more aggressive of the pair of friends, and once again, it was his influence that was pushing the normally calm and reserved wolf to be quite the devious creature.
The crowd watched eagerly as Thomas began unzipping his own jeans. The baggy jersey that he wore in support of the Houston Horndogs provided some timely and almost *humorous* censorship, but already, a stiff, red cock was emerging from the sheath that it covered, and the tapered tip of the same was poking out against the excess fabric, standing it up like a pup tent. It was only after Jesse snickered at the sight of it that Thomas decided to lift the jersey out of the way, and he allowed his rude guest to slump down against his torso.
Jesse just managed to catch himself on Thomas, his paws coming to rest on the rump of the taller wolf...while the stiff, drooling canine length slapped Jesse in the side of the face as he stumbled into it. Precum stained the side of his cheek as he tried to get comfortable on his knees, and though he winced his eyes shut to avoid a painful, stinging mess getting into them, Kozaar didn't give him the chance to get complacent. The weight of the cheetah was bearing down on Jesse in the next moment, pinning him to the floor of the living room and leaving him completely trapped between two larger, stronger males.
It wasn't enough that his team had to lose in an embarrassing fashion, that evening. Now, Jesse himself had lost a bet, and had to endure his punishment in front of a truly captivated audience.
"Hey, Skeeter! Toss me some lube!" Kozaar yelled out to the crowd, knowing that a few of his closer friends would still be in attendance. His request was answered in such a rapid fashion that Jesse could only wonder how many people originally found out about the bet, but before he could ask, Thomas took a grip of his jaw and glanced down at him expectantly. "You gonna get sucking, or am I gonna have to force it in there?"
For just a fleeting moment, Jesse realized that he could still say no, in theory. The odds were stacked against him, but Thomas and Kozaar were reasonable enough that they wouldn't actually *rape* him.
Still...the idea of all of the social and emotional torment he'd put up with over the course of the next year for backing out of his bet sounded a whole lot worse than getting spitroasted by a pair of admittedly **handsome** men.
Refusing to answer with any words, Jesse opened his muzzle slowly and allowed the flat of his tongue to slurp the dripping precum from the tip of Thomas' cock. Still growing out from the sheath, Jesse was shocked at just how much length his fellow wolf was packing, and despite his own level of experience, he feared he would never be able to take the whole thing in his maw.
He could only try, as he wrapped his lips around the tip and let out a grunt of frustration. He worked his way over the first few inches of the shaft and bobbed his head slowly, as he felt Kozaar forcefully lifting his tail up and out of the way.
The cheetah was enjoying the show so much that he almost forgot to lubricate his own length, and from a similar sheath of white, a long, thinner cock was emerging, complete with the tantalizing, feline barbs that cats were known for having. Excess fluids were already being spilled over Jesse's tailhole as Kozaar prepped him for the main event, and if not for how erotic the display was in the front, the cheetah would likely already be going, in the back.
Shaking his head and snapping back to reality, Kozaar slapped his prey firmly upon the ass and snickered as he lined up the tip of his manhood with Jesse's well-lubricated asshole. "Don't look at it like you lost a bet, Jesse. I know a lot of guys who would **pay** to be in your position!" Kozaar exclaimed as he gave a playful hump with his hips, just barely penetrating the canine in front of him. Only an inch past the head was able to sneak into the tight passage, until Kozaar began gently leaning the rest of his body forth, taking just a hint of mercy on the losing party. "*Nnnff...* and I can't b-blame 'em...bet this feels p-pretty fucking good!"
Any sort of protest from Jesse would have been pointless, and the wolf **knew** it. It might be a little frustrating, but he couldn't deny small ripples of pleasure flooding up from his rump and spreading over his lower back as the exotic, feline cock slipped further and further into his body, a pleasure that didn't distract from his oral work, but instead, *enhanced* it, much to the delight of Thomas.
"Whaddaya know...he doesn't have m-much to say," Thomas joked, even as he struggled to keep his words in order. Jesse was doing a hell of a job for someone who was literally thrust into his situation, and despite the downright impressive amount of flesh that Thomas offered, Jesse kept bobbing his head back and forth, swallowing up as much of the pulsing, spitting canine length that his throat would allow. Even when the tapered head swabbed against Jesse's tonsils and slipped further down into his throat, the wolf took his punishment like a man, accepting his loss in this nature with much more dignity than he did the one on the television screen.
Some of the crowd began to join in, as a few of the on-lookers couldn't keep their cocks in their pants. There was no shame among the crowd, or among the participants, as Kozaar began pounding his hips into the trapped wolf the moment that his tailhole loosened up and eased around his imposing rod. The barbs swiped back and forth against Jesse's sensitive inner muscles, and his anal passage clenched tightly each time that he felt the barbs stimulating his flesh in such a strange, yet enjoyable way.
Despite all of his protests to the act before, it took mere minutes before Jesse was pushing back against Kozaar, and with each thrust from the cheetah, he was sent reeling back toward Thomas, who he gagged upon from the sheer depth that the latter could reach with his cock. Jesse couldn't remember ever being so **full,** and more than that...he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed being fucked so much.
"T-think I'm about to...paint the field!" Thomas cried out, making a pun at perhaps the most inappropriate time. His seed was already welling up in his sack, however, and it unleashed itself in a flood as it spilled into Jesse's already stuffed maw. The gagging, coughing wolf did everything he could to keep swallowing against the thrusting member, and his throat stayed open as a gushing, creamy flood of cum spilled right down into his gullet, while the excess drizzled out of his muzzle, down over his jowls.
The floor was going to be a terrible mess, especially after Kozaar joined his friend. He was too busy snickering at the joke to declare his orgasm, but he allowed Jesse to feel it, as he slammed hard into the trapped wolf and buried his cock so deep that his seed couldn't quite escape the tight, clenching grasp of the lupine's tailhole. Even as the thick veins on the bottom of Kozaar's member throbbed over and over again, spilling an excess amount of ejaculate into Jesse, the wolf held fast, allowing only tiny streams of the yield to escape...at least, until Kozaar pulled out.
A quiet ***squelch*** followed the cheetah as he pulled free, and from a gaping, wide open tailhole, cum began to ooze down onto the back of Jesse's sack, until it followed the curve and dripped down to the hardwood floor, where his sore, tired knees still rested.
"Thanks for buying me a few extra seconds with that **terrible** pun," Kozaar teased his friend, as he leaned back and waited, catching his breath.
Thomas flushed and flattened his ears as he pulled his member free from Jesse's muzzle. "Well, I didn't want you running out of gas before half time."
"Half...time?" asked a gulping, panting Jesse, who folded his ears back to his head and looked up at Thomas.
"Well, yeah. That was just the first half...now we have to switch sides of the field, remember?" |
Memories (NMA) by Sunkawakan | This was written by GabrielClyde. He managed to indulge my fetish for dom bucks and restrooms... damn! Thanks! - 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. | [
"Anal",
"Cervine",
"Deer",
"Equine",
"Horse",
"Oral",
"Stall",
"restroom"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149069-memories-nma | 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 paneling 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 focused 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 |
The Greys Chapter 15: Bridge by hyenafur | #16 of The Greys - It was a fifteen minute drive from the actual town to the Hopps Family Farm, and it didn't really help that Stu had two hundred and seventy six children, around one hundred and seventy of which were too young to leave home. Between having to do riot control to get the younger ones | [
"Fanfiction",
"Fox",
"Gideon Grey",
"Rabbit",
"Weasel",
"Wolf",
"Zootopia"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148649-the-greys-chapter-15-bridge | It was a fifteen minute drive from the actual town to the Hopps Family Farm, and it didn't really help that Stu had two hundred and seventy six children, around one hundred and seventy of which were too young to leave home. Between having to do riot control to get the younger ones to bed and the older ones to at least turn down the plethora of different music that they blasted throughout the home, he was already going to be late. "Not like this has never happened before," he said to himself, brushing off the tardiness as if it were dandruff on his shoulder.
Kody hadn't expected his cousin's hospitality, and he also hadn't expected his cousin to have guests over that night either. The heavy fox had watched as Bill Blake and a weasel named Jeb Varlet entered the upstairs apartment, all of them exchanging hugs with Gideon before turning their attention to Kody. Jeb gave him a firm handshake, but like that afternoon, Bill had grabbed the tod and given him the biggest hug he'd ever gotten in his life, somehow more powerful than the one from that afternoon.
The three of them gathered around the dinner table, a large pile of chips in the center with a full deck of bridge cards. There were two empty seats however. "You can join us if you like," Jeb said as Gideon made his way over to the fridge, getting five beers out. Kody looked at the chair, "Sure, but who's the last chair for?"
Bill laughed, "Stu Hopps. He's always running late though."
Jeb just chuffed, "He's been running late since the day I met him back in high school."
Almost on cue, Stu walked into the apartment. It really couldn't have been scripted any better as the fat old rabbit made a b-line for his seat. "Sorry bout that," he said as looked around the table, not really registering the new guy he was sitting right beside as he reached out to grab the beer in front of him.
The tod leaned forward in his seat, hand reaching out to grab his beer. He took one sip before he asked, "So. What are we playing exactly?"
"Bridge," Stu replied as he finally looked over at Kody. The fatherly rabbit had to blink a few times as he looked from Kody over to Gideon and then back again. There were two Gideons. No, there was one Gideon and one fox that looked a great deal like him. Before Stu could ask, Kody piped in, "No. We're not brother. Just cousins."
"Ohhhh," Stu said nodding his head, "By the looks of you two, I'd have to guess first cousins, but everyone knows Josephine never had kits."
"Well," Kody started to say, but then decided to hold off on answering, just turning his gaze away from the old rabbit to look at the wolf, "Isn't Bridge a four-player game?"
Bill nodded, "Yeah, but I'm gonna sit the first round out and replace the first loser."
The chubby wolf gave Kody a smirk as began to deal the cards out clockwise, almost tasting what he thought would happen later on. The first card went to Jeb, second card to Gideon, third card to Stu, and the final card to Kody. This went on and on again until their hands were built, 13 cards in all.
As expected, Kody lost the first game to the more skilled players, then again, he'd almost never played bridge, so he'd fumbled through the game spectacularly. This meant he had to sit out as the wolf, weasel, fox, and rabbit continued their game. The tod flopped down onto a nearby couch as he lazily watched the other men trade wins before turning his attention over to Gideon's television. |
Lakuta's Pokemon of Plaisir- Volume #1- Pruina by Lakuta | #1 of Lakuta's Pokemon of Plaisir - Greetings, salutations, hello and hiya to all patrons and fans of the esteemed Cafe Plaisir. I wrote this very first story a while back, probably 6 months ago from right now. I began working on the second but a lot of things started getting in the way of my | [
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"Plaisir",
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I wrote this very first story a while back, probably 6 months ago from right now. I began working on the second but a lot of things started getting in the way of my writing. However, with my second chapter already done and a 3rd and 4th in the making, I thought i'd finally get this first story out there.
I don't consider myself a master writer by any stretch, but I like to think of myself as alright, and I definitely enjoyed writing it ^w^
At the time of posting this, I only have very basic knowledge of the Cafe. For some reason I find writing easier than reading, and there is a LOT to read. With any luck, i'll be pacing myself at 1 story per day form now on, and see how far I get from there.
This first story is dedicated to Dark Violet, for getting me into it, to October, for helping inspire me with good stories, to Wrince for giving me a tour of some of the sexy artwork, and to the trio as a whole for being some of the best people I've had the pleasure of meeting ^ ^
Anyway, without further delay, sit back, relax, and enjoy the first in a long line of another high-tailed adventure at Cafe Plaisir
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The harsh afternoon sunbeams eroded Lakuta's face as he trekked onwards through the tall, golden wheat-like grass. He had been walking for several hours now without another soul in sight, simply the boundless land in every direction. Usually this would have been happy holiday weather, alas Lakuta had no idea where he was whatsoever. He held the strap of his shoulder bag a little more tightly, pressing it against his cream-coloured underbelly, which complemented the very pale lavender colour the rest of his fur was pigmented with.
Looks, however, were the least of his worries, as the thickness of his pelt did very little to help with the hazy fatigue he felt from all this walking- he wished now more than ever he was back in his cool forests. The terrain felt foreign, with no familiar scents; even the plant life smelled different than the norm. Was he even in the right country anymore? He couldn't say for certain, though he assumed not. The whole thing made him want to whimper in panic, though he felt too tired even to do that. Panting slightly, tilting his gaze up a little to the heavens, Lakuta did his best to focus once again, in an attempt to cast his mind back to this morning.
The last thing he seemed to remember was waking up in these parts, with nothing more to his name than his baggy beige shorts and his shoulder bag containing his belongings. As a traveller, he didn't usually have more than that anyway, but even his shirt was gone, though in this summer's blistering weather, it felt more like a blessing than a cause for concern. The previous night, however? Lakuta strained himself again. It was evening, he had been passing through a small village. Drinking, perhaps? Disappointingly, it still seemed to be a blur. He huffed a little, a small frown now across his face as he forged onwards.
Eventually, in the distance, he began to spy what appeared to be trees. Though few in number, more and more appeared further away, marking the edge of a forest. His frown faded, though it was too early to smile for now: His hope was hanging in the balance of being able to find some decent shade. He was thirsty, but his canister had only a bit of water left: water he needed to keep for emergency. Lakuta gave a quiet whine, licking the front of his muzzle in an attempt to keep his nose wet, before finally reaching the beginning of the trees, his feminine frame virtually collapsing into the cooler shade of the thick tree's trunk, lying on his side, retreating himself into the seclusion of the cooler areas of the shaded protection. The relief of more manageable temperatures caressed his body with a pleasant breeze, the fatigue finally overpowering his conscious mind, dragging him into a much-needed slumber.
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Lakuta awoke once again, under the tree where he had slept. He quickly scrambled upwards, sitting up to lean his back against the familiarity of rough tree bark, his feet happily nestled in the tall wheat grass. A small wind had picked up now, helping to circulate the biome to a more balanced temperature. Moreover, the sun now hung low in the sky, ensuring that the heat which still remained was being constantly fed by its unforgiving rays. He stared up with his golden optics at the sunset, then behind him, where both the forest and a dulcet twilight was beginning. His attention was more fixated on the sunset landscape however, fields once a threatening yellow now a soft orange from the sun's glow.
The breeze whispered through the fields, graceful wave patterns of the swaying grass gliding over the hills. And, albeit for a brief moment, for the first time that day, Lakuta felt calmer and more reassured, taking a good few minutes to take it all in. It wasn't long, however, that he remembered how thirsty he was, moreover it was his thirst that caused him to wake up at all. Giving a soft sigh, before a look of determination, he struggled to his feet once more, turning to face the forest. He figured that wherever there were so many trees, there had to be a river at least somewhere around here, and he vowed to himself that he'd find a water source before the sun set.
It wasn't before he had gone a few metres, however, that Lakuta felt something. A shift in the air. He suddenly halted dead in his tracks, closing his eyes, tuning in his other senses to the environment. Sure enough, the air was transmitting the pulse of many wing beats, very faint at first, but seeming to get stronger. He turned around and opened his eyes again, realising this was a moot point, as the huge flock of birds was clearly visible right there in the sky in the sunset's direction. Lakuta stared up at them as they glided forwards, about 20 of them in a flock, unlike any bird he had ever seen before. The wingspan of them had to be huge, as they seemed large enough to carry a person on their back. Their wingbeats also felt heavy and strong, which seemed to explain why the feel of their flaps could be picked up even in this light breeze.
Their feathers were mostly black, with a grey underside bearing what seemed to be a zig-zag pattern on it, though the even more noticeable feature were bold red feathers hanging proudly in front of each bird's face. Beyond that, due to their altitude, detail was difficult to pinpoint. He swivelled his body around as they flew overhead, heading in the direction of the forest. Lakuta nearly burst with excitement at the prospect that this land wasn't barren to animal life, deducing that wherever they were headed, he might find others too. Perhaps he would even find someone to help him out. Holding his shoulder bag tightly, this time with grit, he began to walk after them, soon turning into a paced run.
The density of the trees began getting thicker, a fully-fledged forest soon forming in front of him as Lakuta kept going. The grass seemed to be getting a bit thinner too, though never quite going away, with a few thicker patches still present where gaps in the thin tree canopy emerged. Taking in the slightly different surroundings, Lakuta couldn't help but notice the tree leaves were slightly strangely turquoise. For the most part they were still unmistakably mostly green, but certainly wasn't anything like he had seen before, especially in comparison to the deep pine green he was used to. The summer season was holding the sunset for quite a while; It would be some time before it sank below the Horizon. Lakuta decided he had a little time to spare, as he slowed his pace once more, stopping at one of the trees which had a low-hanging branch. At a closer inspection, it seemed to be growing berries on it.
Cerulean in colour, they were, and perfectly rounded, almost like a huge blueberry. The thought of this made Lakuta's mouth water a little. Temptation was too great as he picked one off, giving it a small sniff. No immediate traces of poison. This was a risk worth taking, he decided, as Lakuta took a huge bite out of one. It even tasted a little bit like blueberry as he quickly devoured the whole thing. It went down without a problem... or at least at first. Almost immediately after it entered his stomach, Lakuta felt a little odd. A slight tingling sensation in his whole body. By the time it had faded he felt a little more energetic, a little healthier even, with some of his aches seeming to disappear. He grabbed as many as he could reach, placing all of them into his bag, knowing that they would be a great food source if he couldn't find anything else.
He walked for another good 10 minutes, the sky losing its orange glow at a quickening rate now, still with no sign of water. The thirst wasn't as bad after the berry, but still refused to be ignored as his pace began slowing for a second time. What with the berries now a viable food source, Lakuta debated staying the night in one of the trees, when all of a sudden, another noise? This time he didn't stop walking though, as this noise was far less subtle. It sounded almost like talking... in fact it was talking! Distinctly talking. Two voices, male; It seemed to be coming from over on his right. He altered his course a little to intercept the source of the conversation.
He was still much too far away to make out specific phrases, but the source seemed closer and closer by the second. Yet all of a sudden, he began hearing other noises too. This time a female voice. It wasn't long after the female voice, however, that all sounds of talking died down again. Lakuta had missed it. The sky was getting darker too, the forest becoming so thick that navigation through it was proving to be more and more of a battle. As a last-ditch effort, however, Lakuta fought towards where he believed the sound had come from.
It was another 5 minutes, and much less progress was made this time around, Lakuta having to climb through brambles, over fallen logs and through tight branches, gaining a raw scratch or two on his arms and legs. In fact, it wasn't before long that he came to a part that seemed nearly impossible to get through at all, the branches so tight and narrow, and the light getting so low he couldn't even make out what lay beyond it. He pushed one paw forwards, pulling some away, tugging more away in the other direction with the other paw. The wood was surprisingly tough, and Lakuta wasn't massively strong even on the best of days- he had to act fast.
Before his arms gave way, he scrambled forwards hastily, curling up into a ball and wriggling against rough branches. It took a few moments, but he finally got through, falling for a split second, landing in a clumsy heap. Expecting to find more rough forest at the bottom, however, he was instead greeted by grass. Not even tall grass, either. Short, soft grass, like it had been cut to a fine point. He stared, curiously at it, moving to his hands and knees. It even had the traces of the smell of cut grass. And although this was a little unexpected, after looking up to see where he had landed, Lakuta was greeted by what was for certain the last thing he expected to find at all...
The clearing, for starters, was huge: big enough to fit a small village by itself! He couldn't quite tell where it ended, but it almost seemed like that final layer of wildlife was a gateway to another world, with mountains and hills in the distance, a garden of wild flowers sprouting from the otherwise-cut grass, and of course there was the elephant in the room. What stood before him seemed to be a huge building, stretching up, back and around like it were its own life form, with the shape complexities of one too. The design was almost too exquisite to believe. What was this doing all the way out in the middle of nowhere?
Lakuta slowly raised upwards, taking in each detail. He even began to wonder if he had actually hit his head after emerging, and this was all an unconscious dream, alas this felt all too real. Finally, near the bottom of the building, in large, bold lettering appeared the name of this place: 'CAFÉ PLAISIR'. The sign seemed to be above a large main entrance, with a path leading outwards towards the forest. A million questions were flooding Lakuta's mind at once, his expression a sickly mixture of awe, confusion and concern for his own sanity. All of this, however, was interrupted by a voice. A female voice. The same female voice he had briefly head before.
"Are you okay, sir?"
Lakuta looked over to the main entrance again. An elegant figure was standing there... she slightly seemed to resemble a rabbit, and she wore an apron on her front. For the first time that day, Lakuta spoke, his throat dry and sore, but still getting through his timid nature, combined with an adventurous, happy-go-lucky spirit:
"Uhhh... I... I think so..."
Lakuta began to cautiously pad forwards in the rabbit's direction, coming onto the soft, warm stone paving as he did so. Small lights shone on the sides of the path as the light from the sky began subsiding. She was surprisingly tall at a closer observation. Not that Lakuta was particularly tall to begin with, but she was at least 6ft, now changing her expression from one of slight concern to one of a happy, polite smile. Equally polite was the bow she made to him, as she gave out what was most certainly a rehearsed line.
"Welcome to Café Plaisir, we hope you enjoy your stay."
Lakuta didn't know what to say. All he could really do was give a slightly awkward nod and walk in through the double doors to enter the Café. He was met with a clean, brightly lit hallway, warm like outside, but this time pleasantly warm. His foot paws felt the ecstatic relief of soft, almost furry carpet. This place hardly seemed like a café, more like a hotel, especially once he noticed many sets of numbered doors. Regardless Lakuta kept going forwards, simply happy to be in a more comfortable environment. He eventually came to another set of double doors at the other end of the corridor.
Soft music, overpowered by the muffled hums of chatter could be heard on the other side. Finally, civilisation. He pushed them open to step through, to find a huge bar of very fine décor, from the ceiling and lights, which had a very regal look to them, much like that you would find in an upper-class casino bar, down to the finest details, such as engraved patterns on the light switches, fine varnishing on the dark wood of the furniture, and bunches of the same exotic flowers he had seen outside placed in small water vases on each and every table.
There was no time to take it in, though, as It wasn't long before he found himself in motion again, as strange figures were travelling to and fro between the tables, some carrying trays of food and drinks, other quadrupeds having some kind of system where it was attached to their back. Beyond that many others, who Lakuta deduced to be the customers, travelled, sat, stood and conversed. This was beginning to seem more like an alien planet than anything else. The types of people... if they were people... they were stunning. Beings made of rock, metal, some floating, one even seemed to be a red and white orb with a face on it.
He did his best not to stare at any one place too long. Even if it was an alien bar, he shouldn't appear rude. Eventually the flow of people deposited him at the main bar, which seemed to be mostly empty at the moment. Lakuta sat on a tall bar stool, leaning back into it, completely in shock, holding his head a little. He looked to the bar. A figure was cleaning a glass close by, Dark green mostly, and... their back was on fire? The figure began walking his way, eyes friendly and polite, but Lakuta was still a little too dazed to realise this, especially given the contrast of the friendly gaze of his eyes, against the subtly mischievous grin of his lips. He stopped right in front of Lakuta, leaning forwards onto the bar, giving a casual chuckle.
"Well, what's the outdoors done to you, eh?"
Lakuta stared blankly. He spoke with a smooth Irish accent, providing a small sense of comfort to Lakuta, or at least enough to make him more coherent. He slowly tilted his head in confusion, before looking down at himself. He hadn't really considered it before, but he became suddenly aware that he was filthy, covered in patches of dirt, even with bits of leaves and twigs nestled in his scruffy fur. Lakuta glanced back up again, nervously stuttering over his words.
"Oh, I- I'm so sorry. I've just come from... umm... I was in a forest and... w-where am I? Is... this Ireland?"
The Typhlosion stared with almost as much confusion as Lakuta, before chuckling again, slowly shaking his head. Like last time, the chuckle wasn't condescending or malicious, but charming, and helped Lakuta feel more at ease by the moment.
"I'm afraid to say you might be a li'l bit further out than that. Welcome to The Oklahoma Region, America. The name's Jack, main barman of Café Plaisir. It's always good to meet a new face, especially one unique. It's not often we get species like you round here."
"aha... yeah... I noticed..." Lakuta looked around once more, before back to Jack. America? He had heard that name somewhere before: A land across a great ocean. He gave a small dip of his head. "I'm Lakuta Horima, it's nice to meet you, sir."
Jack shook his hand firmly. It was very warm to the touch, nearly hot, but not quite.
"I suppose if yeh didn' even know where you were, yeh might also be wonderin' what we all are too, no?"
"I... didn't want to sound rude but yes... it would be helpful" Lakuta gave a slightly sheepish smile.
"Well we're what's known as Pokémon" Jack exclaimed as he went back to cleaning some glasses in front of him.
"I myself am a Typhlosion." He begins looking out to the other Pokémon, pointing to a few consecutive ones "Over there yeh got a Blastoise, that there is a Magneton, and that one right over there's an Eggsecutor, etcetera etcetera etcetera, yeh get the idea."
Lakuta wasn't sure what to say. Was Pokémon a general classification of the sort of being found here in this land? Given there seemed to be no wolves, foxes or frankly any other living thing he had seen before, he supposed he had to assume so. He looked at them again, now in a slightly different light, this time with a newfound curiosity for each of them.
"That's really cool, so everyone here are all different types of... Pok-ee-mon?" He glanced back at Jack, merely amused by the whole thing. "I suppose in a place like this, I'm the strange one, huh?"
"Maybe on some level, but most people don't tend to judge round here." His tone suddenly dropped a little, still welcoming, but with a strong hint of suggestiveness. "Especially given the sort of things that happen in this place."
"And... what sort of things happen in this place?"
One final chuckle. Jack began leaning down again, rummaging through one of his cupboards.
"You'll see in good time. Until then, however." Jack stood up again, holding a phone-sized device in his hand. He placed it on the table, sliding it forwards.
"This'll help you get a grasp of things. This here is a Pokédex. A human used to come by here often to... heh, research Pokémon. He left a whole box of these here after he left for the last time, and obviously none of us really needed them so they just began gathering dust. That being said, you seem like the curious type, so I think you'll be able to get some use out of it."
"What's a... Human? Is that a Pokémon too?"
Jack gained another confused expression, this time staring for even longer, the pitch of his Irish tone raising for a moment.
"Blimey, you really are far from home, aren't yeh?"
Lakuta slowly picked up the Pokédex, opening the front, revealing a few sets of buttons.
"What does it do?"
"It's a high-tech encyclopaedia. Yeh can record data on Pokémon you meet and store the info there."
Out of curiosity, Lakuta held the device up to Jack. After a few moments, a picture of Jack... or at least Jack's Typhlosion species popped up on the screen, as new data was written to it, an electronic voice sounding through the crude speakers.
"TYPHLOSION: THE VOLCANO POKÉMON, AND THE EVOLVED FORM OF QUILAVA: TYPHLOSION OBSCURES ITSELF BEHIND A SHIMMERING HEAT HAZE THAT IT CREATES USING ITS INTENSELY HOT FLAMES. THIS POKÉMON CREATES BLAZING EXPLOSIVE BLASTS THAT BURN EVERYTHING TO CINDERS."
The Typhlosion gave a bright laugh, and Lakuta couldn't help but laugh along with him. He looked back to Jack, smiling, and nodding his head in thanks. He quickly placed the device into his bag. He was about to ask another question, when all of a sudden, his vision began to become slightly blurred. It was then he remembered his arid thirst, and he was desperate by now. Jack, knowing that face on all too many travellers, was already fixing a drink up for him, working with swift hands behind the counter so that just as Lakuta was about to open his maw to express said thirst, down onto the counter came a tall glass of a yellow liquid, complete with a pink straw and paper umbrella on the side.
"Sitrus berry cocktail, on me. Yeh look like you can use one."
Lakuta nodded again, placing his lips to the straw, taking a small sip. As the name of it suggested, the citrus taste was strong, on the level of pineapple with its bite, but with a flavour more like a pear. And of course, there was no ignoring the fact it was also alcoholic, but that only added to the satisfaction of the drink as it quickly got consumed. Much like the berries he had found previously, Lakuta began feeling much better, though the effects this time were even stronger. And not just stronger- almost before his eyes, a scratch on the back of his paw, as well as all his other scratches, seemed to just heal within a few seconds.
"W-what did you put in this drink?"
Jack laughed again.
"Good pick-me-up, right?"
"You're telling me..." Lakuta couldn't help but laugh once again, the strangeness of this place overwhelming to a point where Lakuta was simply deciding to go along with it all, casually accepting what the drink did. He gazed back to Jack. For a large green creature with a flaming back, Lakuta had to admit, he was really rather handsome. In fact, a great number of the Pokémon here seemed to have a certain attractive charm to them, mostly the waiters. Jack was already busy again, reaching to the back, opening another cupboard, filing through a great number of hooks, some with keys on them, some empty, each assigned to a different door. He finally took one off, turning back to place that on the counter too.
"Here yeh go. G-7, it is. I'll let you stay here free tonight to freshen yourself up, whaddya say?"
Slightly embarrassed, Lakuta nodded again, picking up the key, nearly dropping it, fumbling around to gain a firm grip. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the newfound comfort around everyone was giving way to feelings of heat at a surprising rate. His cheeks now a pale pink, Lakuta nodded his head again quickly.
"Th-Thank you Jack. I'll go there now, yes?"
"Of course. You have fun now." Jack smiled again, giving Lakuta a small wink, before returning to his all-important glass-cleaning duties. Lakuta's ears dropped slightly in a brief shyness as he received the wink, though they quickly perked up again as he looked back, biting his bottom lip softly: something felt... off... something inside him. Granted alcohol often made him a little friskier than usual, but never this quickly, or after such little amount. He wanted to ask Jack if he had put something extra in that drink, though he doubted that he would admit to it even if he did.
Yet, almost as if Lakuta had asked the question with his flustered expression, Jack responded with an equally silent smirk, clearly not owning up directly, but Lakuta knew. Just what kind of place was this? Lakuta was growing more and more curious by the moment. He looked back around at the tables, this time in an attempt to fit some of the pieces together. He was an adventurer, damnit! Travelling across new lands? Searching far and wide for new things? This was what he lived and breathed for! So surely he should explore this place with a bit more confident spirit.
Much as he tried, however, the sight of them all couldn't bring him to muster up such boldness. They weren't intimidating, or at least not most of them, but something about being in territory with absolutely nothing familiar to use as a central reference point was throwing him off slightly. With that being said, he did feel more comfortable now, deciding to take each little moment in stride.
Taking out his Pokédex for good measure, he hopped off the bar stool, moving round the bar area again, admiring the fine work that had gone into it once more. Lakuta pondered if this land had a different definition for 'café', as this was more like a high-end bar for the rich. Or perhaps it was called a café for slightly ironic reasons? Lakuta wasn't sure, but what he did know was that this definitely seemed to be much more than just a café.
He decided he could start off by configuring the Pokédex device he was given, first and foremost opting to mute the old speakers. The interface seemed rather dated, like something straight out of 1996, but it worked well enough to use. He held it to some other Pokémon subtly, the Pokédex whirring into life, recording the data of each and every one it scanned, bleeping text and pixelated images, one by one, up onto the screen. The whole thing seemed a little confusing at such speeds. Instead, Lakuta decided he would keep it on in his bag, maybe it would keep picking up data on them as he walked. He wasn't sure if that was how it worked, but it was getting way too late to dabble with such things- and he had a room to get to.
He glanced at the three sets of double-doors, positioned on three of the four walls in the bar (the fourth consisted of the bar, the door to the toilets and what Lakuta assumed to be staff-only areas). They all seemed relatively well-marked, and Lakuta deduced the correct door to be the one on the right from where he was stood, thus it's where his journey had him go next.
The noises died down to the low muffle again as the doors swung shut behind him, once more greeted by the peaceful corridor. There was a moment he simply stood there, taking a deep breath, having missed the quietness more than he realised. The whole place seemed to ooze an atmosphere of relaxation, serenity, and just a little bit of fun. Lakuta stepped forwards, having to take only one or two paces before door G-7 appeared on his right. The key fit perfectly, sliding in without a hitch.
Lakuta turned slowly, though he wasn't sure why. Perhaps to give himself a sense of suspense? He supposed that'd have to be it. Before opening, he felt a small shiver down his spine, followed by another small wave of frail warmth. The drink again? It had to be. He thought it best if he got into his room as soon as he could. The door slowly swung open, staring forwards. Sure enough, the rooms were just as wonderful. The fluffy rouge carpet spread through into the large room in front of him, to the left a dark green sofa and a mini-fridge. Always have to have the mini-fridge.
Opposite Lakuta was the only window. With that being said, the window was essentially the entire wall, which seemed to have a handle at one end to allow half of it to slide open, giving way to what appeared to be a finely-crafted wooden patio. To his right lay some fancy shelves and a large TV which faced to the sofa. And between the shelves and TV was another small corridor, grabbing Lakuta's attention even further. Stepping through, the door naturally sliding shut behind him, he slung off his trusty shoulder bag, slowly rolling back his shoulders. He was no longer in pain thanks to the cocktail, but he still felt very tense, plus he was still really rather dirty. Perhaps there was somewhere to take a bath? Kill two birds with one stone?
He stepped into the corridor. Two doors on either side lay before him, one shut, one open, followed by a third door at the very end, also shut. Like the front door, they shimmered in the fine lights, making the room feel especially modern in contrast with the regal bar he had just been in. The door on the left seemed like nothing special. Utilities, storage, a boiler room; he was almost disappointed. Somehow he thought he'd find something marvellous or mysterious.
Turning around, he saw the open door, which was the only room in which the lights weren't on, instead only a single lamp on a bedside table, perched next to a huge bed, king-size even, easily large enough to fit 4 people. With that being said it took up a large portion of the room, leaving only space for a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Nevertheless, Lakuta was really rather impressed. All that was left now was the final door. He assumed it to be the bathroom, honestly the place he needed to be the most right now. Even for a fancy place such as this, he wasn't expecting all too much. I mean, a bathroom is a bathroom, right?
Opening the final door, peeping through, Lakuta saw that he couldn't have been more wrong if he thoroughly tried: Along the ground, bubbling blue, slightly heated tiles lay across the surface, the pattern repeating up the walls too, lined with impermeable trims of cream-coloured bindings. In the back right corner, he saw a large glass cube structure he recognised as a shower, and further along the right wall was a very fancy sink and mirror. Easily the most stunning thing, however, was the left side of the room, for what Lakuta was met with was a vertical wall going up to about his thighs. It began just on his left at the door, and stretched back in an s-bend going to the right to the back wall. Beyond the wall seemed to be plain pale blue. More than that, it seemed to be the basis for one huge bathing area- more or less, it was a small indoor pool.
Lakuta wasted absolutely no time in exploring this room. The fanciest it had ever gotten for him was a basic bathtub, and for most of his life he was merely bathing in natural freshwater rivers. He peered over the side for a closer look: there were lots of little holes. For bubbles, perhaps? Lakuta looked around again, hoping to run in some warm water, though to his confusion, there didn't seem to be any taps. Lakuta glanced around the perimeter for a good few moments, squinting his eyes. A bit further down, he observed a small part of the top of the wall that got slightly thicker, allowing room for a set of small buttons. On his knees now, Lakuta made his way over, glancing down at them. They all had symbols next to them, some he could decipher, some he had no idea of. Surely one of these buttons gave him water?
He tapped one of the buttons. Almost immediately, a loud hissing sound was coming from the bottom, causing a small breeze into Lakuta's face. Pushing the button again seemed to make it stop; they were likely to produce bubbles in a bath that actually had water in it. He pushed the button next to it. A soft humming noise could now be heard underneath him, as those same holes all now began giving small gurgles, followed by a steady stream of crystal clear water. Well, at least now he knew how that worked. Lakuta stood again, slowly removing his shorts. He wasn't sure how these would get clean, he had no change of clothing. Perhaps he could ask at some point if there were a place to get them washed.
His eyes were fixated on the water, shimmering magnificently. It would almost be a shame to taint it with dirt. His attention switched to the shower again. Perhaps if he washed all this crud off before bathing, it'd be even better. Overall it seemed like the best of ideas under the circumstances. Stepping in through the glass panel, he stared up at the shower head, staring back down at him. Lakuta followed the tube down to a small box with the controls. These seemed easier to use- two dials, one for water, one for temperature, job done. It was really rather cold when it first came out, though after enough time (and some precise work on the temperature knob) the water was glazing his pelt, ridding it of the filth.
He only stayed for a minute or two, just a rinse to wash the dirt away. After stepping out though, the water seemed it would still be taking a few minutes to fill completely; Lakuta decided he'd kill some time by exploring the bedroom a bit more. Stepping through, ensuring the bathroom door was shut, he stepped into the dim lighting of the bedroom. The bed itself was lined with a soft shimmering sheet, on top of what felt like a mattress made of soft sponge. It almost felt alive, beckoning him to leap onto the sensual fabrics, though he didn't want to leave that lovely bath waiting either. Wash first, sleep later. Perhaps if-
\*CLICK\*
Lakuta's ears perked up, his whole body tensing. The sound of the door could be heard. He was certain, the door had been opened and shut again. He slowly moved to the bedroom door, peering out. Nothing. In a light jog, Lakuta leapt back into the main room, only to find it empty. His eyes darted around, confused. Did someone open the wrong door by mistake? He crept forwards, when he felt another tingle, the spiked drink taking stronger effects this time, nearly making him stumble from the burst of wavy heat being pulsed through his vessels.
\*CLICK\*
Another door! Directly behind him! Lakuta swiftly swung his head around, able to make out the last split-second of the bathroom door shutting.
"Hello? Who's there?"
Lakuta heard shuffling and movements behind the door. He crept forwards, not afraid, not even too cautious, but certainly curious as he glided back into the bathroom, instantly being hit with a blast of hot water vapour. The bath was full, it seemed, and the water had stopped automatically, thank the gods. He couldn't imagine the expenses needed to cover anything that went wrong in a fancy place like this. He could just about make out the whole room in this mist by now. It was good enough to shut the door again, he thought. At least that way whoever was here wouldn't be able to leave without him knowing.
Lakuta was at an impasse. Should he bathe? He couldn't deny there might be someone here, but that bath looked far too good. He slowly began to climb in, feeling the hot water surround him, inch by inch. The bathing area was large enough for him to lay down completely in nearly any direction. Of course he only temporarily submerged his head, finally finding a sweet spot at one end where he could sprawl out completely with his head resting on the side. The relaxation finally came over him as he let out a deep sigh of relief, the knots in his muscles untangling themselves with glee. He's never felt anything like this before. Lakuta's mind began drifting; he was in another world, so far under the bath's hypnotic spell, he'd almost completely forgotten about the intruder.
The enveloping warmth was truly a treat for him. And, through the soft heat of the fluid, another heat began rising through again, completely overwhelming him this time around. It was taking full effect finally, burying itself into every cell it could access, driving up a deep lust. Even his body felt more sensitive to the feel of the water around him. It was almost enough to cause his sheath to stiffen, but not quite. Lakuta didn't care, he was miles away, allowing his soul to drift through dreams of far-off lands he had visited and explored. He could have easily fallen asleep right there from the relaxation.
Just then, Lakuta felt another tingle. No, not a tingle. A touch! On his right leg. His eyes opened with a start as he peeped down into the water. The mist was getting thicker again. Lakuta remained dead still. It felt like a paw pressing against him. Suddenly, on his other leg, he felt another paw touch against him. He breathing quickened a little, the water a little turbulent from what he felt to be movement under the surface. He focused harder, trying to make something out. He just barely managed to make out the shape of a figure there with him, but they seemed to be well camouflaged, the same colour as the water and bath tub.
Finally, the figure began revealing itself, as a head slowly began emerging from the surface. Lakuta was greeted with two eyes, navy blue all over with light blue pupils. The eyes themselves were huge, glistening with a crystal glow even more so than the water below. The rest of their body was an icy blue too, with what seemed to be two longer pieces hanging from either side of their head. There was over 10 seconds of silence, as the two stared at each other, each second seeming longer than the last. It was the mysterious visitor who finally broke the silence, speaking with a hyperactive enthusiasm.
"Hello sir!"
Lakuta gave a slightly awkward smile, not quite sure how to respond. By the sounds of the voice, she was female. Her accent was fairly odd too. Not to a point where it was difficult to understand, but he couldn't quite pinpoint where she was from.
"Hi there... I'm Lakuta..."
The female Glaceon gave a short giggle, before slowly gliding forwards, resting her head on Lakuta's belly.
"Nice to meet you Lakutie, I am called Pruina. I hear about you from Jackie and then I had the idea that I come to make your first night one to remember." Her face now had a small smile on it, those beaming eyes gazing expectantly up at him. Her paws began stroking up his inner legs, up to his thighs, causing Lakuta to become ever so slightly flushed. Did she mean Jack? Obviously she did, he was the only one Lakuta properly spoke to. He could now feel the warm water flow over his very tip, which poked from his sheath. Lakuta did his best to keep himself motionless as to not draw attention to it.
"Oh. Well, thank you very much. Some company might even make this a nicer experience than it was before."
She nodded slowly. Mercifully, her paws removed themselves from his thighs, now coming to his front. Her paws were pressing down really rather deeply into his shoulders, forcing Lakuta to relax into her movements, which began with a soft rub, up and down, massaging the tired flesh as her head moved up further again, right up at eye-level. Lakuta could feel her breath caressing his muzzle; it was cold, and had no real scent beyond icy water vapour. He found it to be quite pleasant. Lakuta relaxed further, sinking once again into the water, keeping just his neck and head above the surface. Pruina was there now slightly above him, the movements of her paws slowly becoming circular.
"How is this Lakutie? Helping you relax, yes?"
He nodded his head blissfully, feeling like he was getting the best of treatments ever. He thought he had it all sussed out- this was a high-class hotel, he was sure.
"Mmmmmhhhh... Yeah, it's lovely. You give really nice massages." He stared up at Pruina, completely caught in her spell, her innocent gaze and eager nature.
"I hope this doesn't sound rude but... that accent, where are you from?"
Pruina nodded her head a little, her smile getting wider. Her hind paws were now rested on his thighs to hold her steady as she began to work her way ever so gradually down the front of Lakuta's frame.
"No you are not rude. I come from a far up north Inuit village. And then I went and came here, and I love here and now this is my home! I work here it is great fun; I am loving every single moment!"
Lakuta nodded back. She really was adorable. Lakuta couldn't help but return the bright smile she was giving as she moved.
"Well, you're certainly ensuring I'm enjoying this too." Lakuta gave a small laugh. "Anything else you can do? I'm sure that"-
Before Lakuta could finish, as if commanded, Pruina was dipping her head under the surface again, her small paws ceasing the massages, trailing back to his thighs. Then, another brief period of motionless silence.
What followed in the next 3 seconds was a century in Lakuta's head, sparking a very high shift in his view. It began with the surprising feeling of Pruina pulling herself forwards under the water's surface, her head burying itself deeply into Lakuta's crotch. His member immediately jumped upwards, forcing all of the previously dormant floodgates of lust to burst open all at once, the rate of his member sprouting from his sheath almost painful in its rate, as it slithered up against Pruina's cheek, with her only response being eager nuzzles towards the smooth shaft.
Lakuta only had a fraction of a fraction of a moment to be shocked and confused, as very suddenly, every event in the café began clicking together. The spiked drink, the suggestive words of Jack, the intimacy of the employees: this was a brothel. He honestly felt rather dumb for not seeing this right away, alas there was little time for self-pity, for Pruina was beginning to get to work on him, her eagerness ever present, but this time with a much more lustful manifestation.
Lakuta began feeling a uniquely textured tongue glide from the base of his pale pink length, right up to the tip, his entire shaft already at full length, resting at just over 7.5 inches. Not the biggest in total for certain, but plenty big relative to his own height. With one paw, the small Glaceon gave a few light pushes onto his sheath, freeing his knot for the warm water currents to get at it. The stimulation was amplified drastically, easily overwhelming his body, from the flow of the warm fluids over him, to Pruina's sensual tongue, all enveloped by a thickly lavished lust courtesy of Jack.
Her paws began resting on the knot, using it to point the tip towards her face. Lakuta could just make out her maw parting, seemingly completely unaffected by the fact she was underwater, as her tongue swirled slowly around Lakuta's tapered head, teasing him with a torturous stimulation, finally extracting from him a light moan, sounding almost as feminine as her, his cheeks slowly blushing a much deeper red.
"Ohhhh..." He wanted to say something more, but what would he say? Lakuta lay there, quite helpless, his hips slowly humping themselves up and down out of instinct, the smooth lining of the bathing pool giving him nothing to hold onto for support as Pruina began lowering herself over his rod, her maw closing around securely as she slid down him, giving slow, soft and deep sucks, the inside of her mouth replicating the cool chill received from her breath. She was also blushing a little now, massaging his stiff knot much in the way she worked his shoulders. Lakuta could now feel a mass of pre trickling out; he could have sworn it was doing so prior to now, though before now it was just being lost to the bathwater. Lakuta moaned again as the precum laced her mouth. At the rate she was going, it wouldn't long before his tip touched upon her throat.
Sure enough, Lakuta noticed a couple of bubbles rise to the surface as the sound of a muffled cough came from the Glaceon when the tip dribbled onto her throat entrance. It wasn't enough to stop her, though, as she strived forwards, or rather, downwards, as Lakuta felt the narrow walls of her throat slide over his tip, followed by the top portion of his whole shaft all in one go. Pruina's eyes screwed shut, Lakuta's orbs merely glazed over from the pleasure as she worked him. He could almost feel her delicate lips reach towards the beginning of his knot.
All of a sudden, Pruina yanked her head back again, completely off him, causing Lakuta to moan once more, this time completely feminine, his hand reaching back over him, holding the top of the bathtub. His legs felt numb, his shaft burning with need. Pruina's head popped up from the surface of the water again, this time no halt in motions, as she began gliding up towards his face, her paws rested on his shoulders, though this time with much more intent. Her eyes were soft, desperate, the gaze so longing Lakuta thought she was about to cry out. He tried to open his mouth to speak again, but she beat him to it, pushing her forehead softly against his, their lips no more than an inch from each other as she spoke.
"Do not say a word, Lakutie... communicate with your dick..."
Lakuta gulped slightly. 'Communicate with his dick'? It took a brief moment. Lakuta think he knew what she meant. His hand paws stroked the sides of her gently, the breathing rate of both of them quickening. Finally, he began holding her hips. Her fur was shorter than his, but no less soft, as he gained a grip onto her hips for security, slowly lowering her rear downwards. In response, she parted her hind limbs in the water, eagerly giving Lakuta as much access as possible.
It was sooner than he thought when his tip touched against her soft folds. They both simultaneously gave a tiny moan the moment they touched. After that, it all began to ramp up, as Pruina pushed her crotch against him, desperately trying to get Lakuta inside her, though Lakuta was immediately on it, pushing his rod upwards, her entrance tight enough that it took a couple of attempts before he finally broke in, her small cunt stretching apart to fit him.
Pruina's gaze was now feral and intense, her hips only needing to move forwards the smallest bit before they were locked in a powerful kiss, her tongue poking forwards to lick his own tongue. Lakuta responded with equal passion, pushing his head forwards against her, his tongue sharing their saliva as his tongue flickered in circles around hers. His moans were now muffled by their merged muzzles, as his cock stuffed itself further and further in. Finding some buried strength, Lakuta lifted his legs up and back, before tightly crossing them over Pruina's rear, pulling her closer in, causing her to shudder terribly, the increase in force taking her a moment to adjust to. Lakuta now moved his hands up behind her shoulders, gripping them tightly, his tongue moving further forwards into her muzzle at the same time as his dick slithered deeper within her slit.
There was a period of slow insertion, both of them in their own small realities of pleasure, before finally they were brought back again by the squishing feeling of her entrance pressing down against Lakuta's knot. Their eyes met again, this time both of them thinking the exact same thoughts, as if their minds had merged just as their bodies seemed to in the rippling pool. Holding Lakuta's shoulders tightly for support, her tiny claws digging in through the fur, Pruina began raising herself again, her tight walls rubbing against Lakuta's length in ecstasy, with Lakuta himself pulling his hips downwards to slightly speed up the process.
By now their moans were constant, each one a little more desperate than the last. As their locked stare with each other grew more and more intense, it reached a point where they even tried to one-up each other on who could produce the more feminine moan. Their brief competition, however was interrupted, as only the head of Lakuta's cock was nestled inside her.
He tightened his grip slightly, the movements completely ceasing. This lasted for a moment or two, before a very sudden movement from the both of them stuffed Lakuta's length back in again, knot-deep, the both of them virtually melting, yet yearning for more as they progressed. The repeating cycle of slowly moving out, followed by a rapid slam back in repeated several times, each time getting slightly faster, low waves being formed in the waters from where they were. Lakuta's eyes, shut slowly, but Pruina's were wide open, gazing upwards to the ceiling, rolling her hips over his shaft, feeling speed increase to a steady piston-like motion inside her, the fragile walls of her pussy now accustomed to the stretching.
The increase was relatively slow, but went on for several minutes, Lakuta's knot now hitting against Pruina's entrance. She was the first to break the kiss, wrenching her head back, the once muffled moans now free to reverberate on the hard surfaces of the bathroom. Their muzzles were still connected by a couple of strings of thick saliva, and Lakuta was moaning with equal feral grace, his head dipping downwards, doing his best to focus on his movements. He was now pulling her down every time his hips thrusted upwards, each sensation such a consuming wave of heated pleasure, Lakuta thought the water around them would eventually boil.
As he felt himself come closer and closer to tipping point, his eyes were not only closed, but screwed shut with a tightly clenched jaw, doing everything in his power to refrain from orgasming for a long as possible. Pruina, however, had no such plans, driving herself downwards with great force in time with the pulling on her hips, her tongue now hanging out in front of her as she panted, her cool breath causing a mass of turbulence in the hot bathroom atmosphere of water vapour. She almost wailed as she erupted in orgasm, her fluids either providing even more temptation in her insides or mixing with the water around her cunt.
The primal force she was giving with her hips, combined with the pussy cum thoroughly coating Lakuta's shaft became enough that, after one particularly hard movement, Pruina whined again as Lakuta's knot was tied into her, their crotches both touching, squishing deeply against each other. This in turn, was too much for Lakuta to handle, as he cried out, his whole body temporarily tensing up, before going completely limp as a mass of cum was unloaded into her.
Lakuta's eyes now opened a little, his vision mildly blurry, but he could make out the overwhelmed gaze upon Pruina's face, her eyes staring outwards, like she was seeing something far off on the horizon. As his orgasm began to die down, Lakuta blinked a few times, gaining a bit of sense back- Pruina still seemed like she was recovering from it. He slowly released his hold on her thighs, the tying of them both enough to hold her in place for the most part, as Lakuta slowly gave a wide stretch of his limbs, arching his back at the same time. A few clicks and cracks could be heard, as Lakuta let out a happy sigh. Still panting heavily, Pruina now gazed down at him, her eyes still reflecting a stare that saw something a million miles away; moreover, she could only find herself able to muster up a small word or two.
"Did... you be... having... enjoyment?"
"Mhmm, yeah... I loved it." Lakuta smiled, though the smile was rather dopey in look, his body still a bit wavy from the experience.
Pruina leant down again, giving another deep kiss, this time seeming to control it completely, pushing Lakuta's head backwards, almost to a point where he began sinking below the water. She managed to break it just before that happened, however. She seemed more collected now, licking her muzzle softly, breaking the saliva strands, before resting her hind paws onto his legs. With a firm push, there was a brief sound of thick fluid as she lifted herself from his knot, then his shaft, and finally the member as a whole. The warm waters slowly worked their way at cleaning the both of them, the white load flying freely in the bathing pool. Pruina was now more collected, her panting now no more than Lakuta's: deep, and heavy, but not rapid. She rolled to the side a little until she was resting next to him, one of her front paws rested on his chest.
Lakuta turned to face her, leaning his head forwards and giving a deep nuzzle, feeling her soft fur rest against him, though in reality she was almost completely buried in his thick, silk pelt. The both of them lay there for a good couple of minutes, taking each other in, both of them with a small, satisfied smile on their maws. Eventually, however, Pruina rose up again. She gave Lakuta's cheek a tiny lick, before slowly stepping out of the waters. Lakuta slowly turned over onto his front, placing his hands on the rim of the pool as he watched intently. The vapour was still very much high in the air, but he could make her out close by, as she began freezing all the water on her body into tiny ice crystals. Soon after, she began to cool the entire room down, the vapour condensing bit by bit until the room was completely clear.
It was only now, after all they did, that Lakuta was able to get a good, full look at her. The small layer of frozen water made her glisten with a silent elegance as she began walking to the bathroom door. She seemed rather slender, though not in the sense that she had wide hips in comparison. In fact, her entire frame was slightly smaller than he thought, and she seemed to move with a very playful movement cycle. Lakuta leant forwards, calling out as she went to the door to leave, one of the hangings on the side of her head reaching up by itself to open the door for her.
"Hey umm... how old are you, exactly?"
Pruina turned her head back, staring for a moment, considering the question, though she provided no real answer. Instead she just gave him a coy grin, a mischievous giggle and one final wink before turning to leave the room.
Lakuta was alone again. He remained still for another minute or so, trying to adjust himself, taking in what had just happened, before slowly lifting himself from the pool. His body felt heavy as he stood, the feeling of weightlessness in the water taking its toll, as he gave a small stumble, having to lean down again and hold onto the rim to lift himself out. After another short stagger or two, however, he was up on his feet again, and reaching for a towel. By the time he had dried himself off, his member was beginning to slowly retreat back into his sheath.
Lakuta stretched his limbs one final time, and went to leave the bathroom. Suddenly, however, a thought occurred to him. Where were his shorts? The bathroom area seemed clear of them. He stepped out back into the living room, scratching his head a little. Pruina was long gone, if she'd taken them, then he'd certainly be in a spot of bother. Lakuta didn't need to worry for long, however, as he noticed the shorts laying neatly folded on the sofa next to his shoulder bag. He walked over, about to pick them up, when he noticed something- a small piece of paper next to it. Attached was what seemed to be a note:
'A SMALL GIFT FROM ME. YOU BE CAREFUL NOW, M'
He gazed at the paper. He gazed for longer. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be a mystery to him. Who was M? Was their comment a warning or just friendly advice? Lakuta glanced back to the shorts. Picking them up revealed even more confusion: They were identical in design to his shorts, and even had the very same scent it always had, yet all of the wear and tear it had received over the years had completely vanished, and was also entirely rid of dirt, like it had just come out of a very thorough clean. And, more importantly, as Lakuta looked onto one side, he noticed a very small pattern expertly sewn into them: The Café Plaisir logo. He could hardly tell if they were his or not, with his senses and instinct insisting that they were, but logic dictating that they couldn't possibly be. He slowly put them on. They even felt like his.
Lakuta looked to the window pane. The sky was now completely dark, the light in the living room making it challenging to see out, instead showing a reflection of himself. He stepped forwards, looking at himself, resting his hand on one hip, and giving a small turn- whether they were his shorts or new shorts, he couldn't deny they were very nice to wear. Lakuta decided he would take this puzzle up another time. No point in worrying about things that weren't hurting him. Turning back again, he walked back into the small hallway, turning right to the bedroom. It was still just as warm and inviting, now more than ever as the events of today had strained him quite a bit. And it had certainly been a long time since he had slept in a bed. With that being said, it wasn't where he felt at home. He stepped out of the hallways again, headed for the window.
With one large push, one of the two glass panes slid open, overlapping the other for Lakuta to step out into the softly varnished wood. The cool night breeze was freezing, in near complete contrast to the hazy heat of the day. He shut the glass pane behind him again, before leaning onto the wooden bar that separated him from the gardens that surrounded the café. There was nary a cloud in the sky, each ancient star fondly twinkling in the skies above.
Lakuta could feel the moon's presence, alas it was nowhere to be found, except in the form of the faintest, subtlest outline of a new moon directly overhead, which only became visible after a good few minutes of Lakuta's eyes adjusting. It was a new moon, young and ready to start another cycle. In the distance, Lakuta saw the hills and mountains again. He was on the other side of where he initially came through, and he could feel a swarm of life teeming in this direction, just waiting to be discovered. Until then, however... Lakuta leant back, before allowing himself to lay flat on the finely carved wooden planks.
The world was silent. Nothing but faint breaths of air flowing over Lakuta, chilling him to levels most creatures would find brooding. He felt his eyes heavy, begin to shut his vision into the bliss of sleep, now existing to himself as no more than the sound of the land, the exotic scents of the flora, and the wavering thoughts which crossed his mind. Even his thoughts eventually trickling into his subconscious, shifting his soul into the land of dreams. Only one thought remained.
"Perhaps this place isn't too bad." |
The Zero Tolerance Policy Toward Bulling by BunnyBoy | This is somthing that had been in the works a long time. I hope you all like it - The Zero Tolerance Policy Toward Bulling By BunnyBoy This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy Warning the story contains consensual and non consensual sexual encounters between adult males and | [
"Anal",
"Ass",
"Boy",
"Cat",
"Cock",
"Cub",
"Fighting",
"Forced Sex",
"Gay",
"Horse",
"Hyena",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Male/Male",
"Moose",
"NC",
"Non-Consensual",
"Oral",
"Raccoon",
"Rape",
"Rough Sex",
"School",
"Shower",
"Stallion",
"Violence",
"Virgin"
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Warning the story contains consensual and non consensual sexual encounters between adult males and a male cubs as well as violence and threats of blackmail. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
It was always the same with a new school and worse when you join in the middle of a semester, or do they even call them semesters in fourth grade. The little horse just sighs and makes his way onto the playground to find a shady spot to eat his snack. He looks around the trauma of being the new kid washing over him as Cael settled in nibbling on his peanut butter crackers. It was hard in a new school but the little horse had done this so many times now it was getting rather easy.
"Hey Martin look what we have here. It's the new kid." The little paint looks up to see three larger kids looming over him. "Hey new kid didn't you hear there is a rule in this playground, it's sort of a tax if you're gonna sit under our shade tree you gotta pay for the right." Cael almost sighs in annoyance but stops just in time knowing that would just piss the bullies off more. He's used to this too. Being small for his age has always attracted more then his share of attention.
"Yeah ya runt, pay the fee or we'll have to beat it out of your ass." Again Cael is forced this time to suppress a snort of laughter wondering if the tough guy had heard that line in a movie. He glances around three bigger kids. The brains seems to be the one who started talking first a hyena named Jared Carnover, to his right was the tough Martin Lorton a bulky tiger striped house cat that swore up and down he was really a tiger, and to the left was the quiet one a scrawny looking raccoon named Marcus Wadaly. He'd already heard of these three and quietly surrendered the five dollars in pocket money he had on him.
Jared smiles and yanks the money from the horse's hand. "We got a smart boy here. "
Cael watches the bullies as they turn to go. Marcus looks pissed it was that easy the raccoon wanted to hurt something. Martin how ever yanks the opened package of crackers from the horses other hand. "Next time tell your mother to pack me a better snack faggot." Cael sighs and this long day was already getting longer. Every thing he'd heard about those three seemed right on the money.
Now he does let out a sigh, "damn it now what am I gonna eat at lunch."
A smaller kid a black feline, maybe a puma, sits down in the shade next to Cael. The cats about the same height as the horse so still short for this crowd. "Well if you want you can have half of my sandwich. It's just peanut butter but I have some celery sticks too."
Cael looks at the cat funny for a moment before noticing several other smaller students making there way to the shade tree. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
The little feline's ears twitch and he looks down at his feet blushing. "Least some one could do. They beat on some one here till they find enough money or get something they like then they just ignore the shade tree. No one told you hopping it would be you today. I just wanted to say sorry." The black cat looks up with a sheepish smile.
Cael gets the feeling that the boy is one of the trio's regular punching bags and it's probably rare for him to go a break unmolested. He can't really be mad about this. "Okay I love peanut butter."
The second day went smoother they always do. With the big stress ball of class introductions out of the way the school falls back into a somewhat normal schedule. At the break he met up with Diego the little black cat again. Before he made his way to the shade tree he looked for the bullying three some to buy them off with three bucks and a pudding cup. Cael sat under the tree and watched the three as the made there rounds shaking down younger students for snacks and cash. The cat being big worked as there muscle but was only bigger then the others he was more fat then strong, the raccoon was a vicious one, he'd be the one to twist an arm or to punch a kid where the bruises won't show. But it was the hyena that picked their targets. The horse snorted he'd seen worse bullies in his last school.
"Hey Cael," Said the little cat, "I heard that they have a hide out where they keep all there stuff. I think I know where it is." Diego looked so earnest too.
"Why do you know that?" Asked the little horse.
The little cat looks sheepishly about. "They took my gamecolt zx last month. I'm gonna find there hide out and get it back. My Nana gave me that zx for my birthday." He looks around again. "You're new here but I've seen the way you're watching them. Your smart I'm betting you could find it and help me get it back. Those guys are no good did you see what the did to Gary just cause he wouldn't do there home work?" He gestures to a rabbit under the tree his eye bruised and puffy and glasses held together with tape.
The horse hands the kitten a chocolate chip cookie. Packing extra snacks was all a part of bully preparedness. "Sorry bout you game buddy but you should leave their hide out alone. If they caught you in there what happened to Gary might be the least of your problems." He said earnestly trying to get across how dangerous it could be especially with that Marcus guy.
Diego just huffed. "Don't help me then if you're too scared I can do it myself I can be sneaky." The cat stomped off and for the rest of the day refused to even look in Cael's direction.
He seemed to have cooled off come next morning though when the little cat came bounding up to him before classes. "I found their hideout." He hissed excitedly, "This is your last chance, I bet you can even get your money back."
The little horse just frowns. "No Diego I don't and you should stay away to. You could get really hurt."
The cat just huffs again. "Fine be a coward but don't expect me to sit with you at break time."
Cael sighs and goes through his normal morning. But come the break Diego seems good as his word. Despite the horse paying protection to the bullies the cat never does show up. He's a little distracted by this honestly and it isn't until he's halfway back to class that he realizes Martin wasn't out on the playground for most of there break.
When none of the troublemakers or Diego showed up for class the horse new something was wrong. He started to squirm in his seat and one hand shot up waving frantically.
"Yes... We Cael" stumbles the old rabbit over the unfamiliar name. "What is it?"
"Mr. Simmons I need to go to the little boys room!" The horse's voice squeaks under the obvious pressure.
"You just came from your break young man." Says the teacher with a sigh, as he fumbles for something in his desk. "I will allow it this one time since your still a new student but use your break periods wisely in the future."
Cael snatches the thick wooden ruler with the word hall pass drawn on it in sharpie and bolts for the door. I case the teacher is watching this far he does duck into the boys bathroom but immediately slips out through the window leaving the pass sitting on the radiator.
The horse sighed to himself he knew right where to go of course. He'd known about this "hide out" all along but the situation with Diego had just forced his hand. It was an old shed behind the school. They stored the grounds keeping equipment there. It's also where the janitors stored their secret porn stash and weed so while it looked secure it wasn't really. The pad locks were for show so the janitors and their friends could slip in and sleep one off no matter how fucked up they already were. For the three Cubs the dirty mags alone must have made there stumbling on this place worth the risk.
Cael rounded the building at a trot looking up at the shed doors. No way to sneak in really, he'd checked and there was only one entrance. He'd never expected to have to do this as a full frontal assault. But that damn kid had to mess it all up. He pushes open the door with a load wooden scraping noise as he steps in and quickly shuts it begins him. It's so blatant it shocks the three bullies gathered round the kitten.
Cael takes in the whole scene. Diego is slumped against a box crying, his clothes are torn, one eye is puffy, his lip is split and he's bleeding from the nose. Looks like the little horse made it just in time since the little raccoon has a jackknife in his paw like he's ready to notch the kittens ear.
"What the fuck are you doing here you little faggot". Says the hyena as he snaps out of the shock of being interrupted. "Did you put this little shit heel up to this?" The bigger boy growls as he stomps over to the horse.
"No I didn't ". Says Cael calmly "In fact I tried to talk..." He's interrupted as the hyena socks him in the jaw. It's something he knew was coming but he had to take the blow as he falls back on his butt. All right looks like it's on.
The horse slowly gets back on his feet; he's not struggling just deliberately taking his time. He grins at the bigger furs with bloody teeth. The little bastard split his lip. "You call that a punch you little shit. Is that how your little sister beats on you when she needs to show her dicks still bigger then yours."
Jared screams and charges forward ready to beat that damn horse with in an inch of his life. But the little horse just ducks a bit under the swing, paws gripping the front of the hyena's shirt and twisting into a simple throw that sends the bigger boy flying into a dusty shelf with a crash.
"See here is where this get messy," The horse walks over to the hyena on the ground. "I usually wait a week or two before I move like this just to see if you deserve the beat downs I was hired to pass out to you." A hard booted hoof crashes into the hyena's belly knocking him breathless. "You little shits set me off in three days. That almost never happens." As he turns around the other boys almost piss themselves. This isn't a cub standing before them, he's dangerous.
It's Martin that makes the next move trying to use his bigger size to push past the little stallion but the horse just side steps and plants a fist in the fat boys gut before sweeping his legs out from under him. "It's always the same with you bully boys thinking your so big and tough but you've never actually been in a real fight"
The horse turns to the raccoon. "As for you brat you are lucky I got here when I did."
Marcus whimpers a bit taking a step back from the kitten his flick knife held loosely in his fingers. "What are you talking about?" Whines the boy.
"Because if I'd gotten here after you'd started to use that knife, then what I'm gonna do to your friends would be down right pleasant compared to what I'd do to you." The horse smiles and takes a step forward," As is I may have break a few fingers as an object lesson because you like hurting people and need to know the worst of it."
The raccoon whimpers again the knife falling from nerveless fingers. "I wasn't really gonna do it I swear. Please don't hurt me." The bully falls to his knees in front of the smaller horse crying and blubbering for mercy.
"Just like I thought." A horse backhands the raccoon knocking him to the dirt. "You all pussed out like little bitches."
Whistling while he works the horse pulls off his belt and uses it to bind the raccoon's paws behind his back. He then tugs off the boys shoes, socks and pants before whipping the belt from Marcus's trousers and using it to restrain the still gasping Martin. And so on down the line.
With the three pants less bullies lined up against a wall there little grapes freezing on the dirty cement floor Cael squats down going through the cloths he'd pulled off them. "So I'm guessing you all thought you boys were hard didn't you?" He looks over his shoulder as he casually finishes rolling up a pair of dirty socks. The hyena is just glaring bloody daggers at him but the other two have their heads hung sheepishly. Diego mean while is a little stunned by all this just sitting on a crate with a cold damp rag pressed to his swollen eye. "Thought because you were bigger then me you could take me down easy right. But that kinda thing is true for kids, it don't work in the real world. I've been pulling this scam for years now and you lot barely got me to work up a sweat. Well we can change that part later. "
He grabs the last pair of socks and starts to roll it into a tight little ball. "See some one hired me to come and do this to you boys. Some one here at your school that doesn't like bullies. They told me all about you three." He stands up and juggles the three balled socks as he walks towards them. "Course I don't know who hired me, a teacher, parent, hell maybe even the principal that's happened before." He grins evilly before shoving a sock into the hyena's muzzle finishing the gag with a strip from the boy's underwear. He slaps the boys muzzle once and chuckles. "Don't worry sunshine this isn't done by a long shot." He gags the other two before walking over to Diego. "See this is why I told you to forget about this place. You really threw my plans off."
The little cat looks up at the man in awe, and a little fear. "Sorry," he mumbles into his feet. "I just wanted my stuff back."
Cael smiles and pats the kitten's head. "Well there you go now. The money is long gone but do you know who owns all this other stuff?" He smiles again as the kitten nods. "Good now run along, and give back to them. But don't tell anyone what's happening here I have a little more work to do on these boys."
Diego walks shakily to the door, a small backpack of personal electronics in one paw, before turning to the horse. "What are you gonna do to them?" He asks as the horse drags the tubby tabby Martin into the center of the room.
"Teach them what it's like to be helpless." Says the little paint as he flops the cat belly first onto a step stool.
Diego glares at the other cat for a moment still not sure what's going on but he sets down the bag. "Can I watch?"
Cael pauses and looks over at the kitten. He looks the boy up and down before nodding. "Yes, but you'll have to stay the whole time. And lock the door." He glances down at the tiger as he hears the new pad lock click into place. "Now I bet these last three days you boys thought I was just little for my age. Boy were you right but I'm big enough where it counts." The horse's pants hit the floor showing off already semi erect 9-inch slab of horsemeat. "See boys unlike you I'll never get any taller, but I do get bigger." He strokes it softly and it firms up nicely. "And the perks of the job, my breaking bullies like you is something I really love. No time for lube fat boy so I hope you like it rough." He slaps the boy's ass before mounting the tiger striped cat. His wide flat horse glans just presses against the pucker till both paws grip the kitten's hips and he plows deep. Cael closes his eyes and sighs in delight at the feel of the boy's muscles pressing down on him. The only thing that could possibly make it better is if that gag were gone hearing this little butterball squealing like a stuck pig would be so sweet. He makes do with another hard thrust. "Mmmm first time is the worst time ehh Martin? After I bugger your sorry fat ass my cock will be all slick so when I rape say Marcus over there it'll slide in no problem, but you no such luck is there." He rolls his hips starting a nice tight rut rhythm. Pounding into the kitten one hoof pawing at the ground. He groans loudly grinding into Martin. "Ohhh fuck boy... For such a lard ass it sure is tight. I'm already close to cumming." He open s his slotted eyes as he hilts into the little tiger. His eyes fall on Diego, and an evil thought strikes. "Hey Diego would you like to do more then just watch them get punished? Come a little closer." The horse isn't done yet but he pulls free with in one smooth stroke. He wanted this to last a little longer and waiting with his dick in the cat would have just let him get used to the girth. This way the boy will start to recover from it before he stretches that sore little anus wide open.
Diego looks a little shocked as the horse turns to him, the mans rather large erect member slick and dripping pre. "Wha... What do you mean do more?" He takes a step back a little worried.
The horse just smiles at him. "Well for one you can do what I'm doing." He winks at the cat. "Just this once any way. It'll feel really good for you too. Plus it'll teach Martin there a lesson I know he picked on you a lot. Do you wanna know why? It's cause he's just a house cat but he wants to be a big mean jungle cat but you, meek little you is a real jungle cat, and that just eats him up inside. Do you know what feral jungle cats do to show they are better then other cats?"
Little Diego is mesmerized by the horses words, "What do they do Mr. Cael?"
The horse grins and looks down at the kitten. "They prove they are the strongest by fucking their brains out. You should do that to Martin. You'll like it a lot I bet." The bourse reaches down opening the boy's zipper, freeing the kitten that despite himself had started to tent up. "It'll work good too cause of how our dicks are different. See mine is only uncomfortable for the bastards cause it's so big, but mines smooth." He places the kitten's paw on the shaft running it up and down. "See nice and smooth. If I wanted I could make this feel really good for these assholes. But your dick..." He reaches down stroking the kitten's semi hard member, one finger resting on one of the barbs teasing it up. "Your dick has these barbs, it's part of how cats are, they are sharp little prickers that will catch and sting each time you pull out." He flicks letting the barb spring back eliciting a pleasured little gasp from the cat "It'll hurt them but you'll feel great. It's up to you though you don't have to if you don't want to."
The horse leans back turning around; he slaps his dick and smiles. "So Martin ready to finish up round one?" He doesn't wait for a reply, not that he'd really get one through the gag as he presses his wide flat cockhead up against the already puffy red ring of the kitten's anus and drives forward hilting hard into the kitten. "God damn fat boy I might keep you for my self pound that ass all day and sleep on it like a pillow all night." He groans rocking into the boy hard with each thrust. The wet slapping noise of meat on meat filling the room as he grinds deep into that virgin hole. Pulling out almost all the way before ramming in to the crying little cat hard. The little horse lets out a whinny as his pace starts to pick up. His aching balls set to burst and this time there is no denying them. He grunts as he hunched over gripping the boy's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises as he climaxes, as the damn bursts the little horse hilts once more, grinding that cock in deep as streams of sticky seed pour from the horses flaring glans filling every nook and cranny with hot burning love... Or at least lust.
Cael pauses for a moment savoring a job well done, not to mention an anus well fucked. As much as he might like too, and he doesn't really, he can't rest on his laurels, he has other bullies to punish. He pulls his still pumping cock from the kitten with a wet splorch and a muffled squeal. He steps back spurting seed all over the boys butt and back.
Cael walks over to the raccoon, cock still sputtering, he balls up the front of the boys t shirt and uses that to drag him into the center of the room making sure Martin and Jared can see him. The horse leans down strong fingers gripping the coon by the muzzle. "Now Marcus before I fuck your ass like your fat friend there I'm gonna stick my cock in your mouth." He's lucky the gag makes this next part easy; he jams tough rubber wedges into the back teeth along each side of the jaw line. "Normally sticking your dick in some ones pie hole when they are afraid and scared that's a bad idea. They might try and bite it off. Always be prepared, like my old scoutmaster would say when fishing for a rubber. That's why I packed bite guards, the same thing the dentist uses to keep you from biting fingers." He tears out the sock gag before bringing his cock to eye level. A lazy squirt, on the dieing edge of the last orgasm splatters across the boy's face, his eyes tearing up from the stinging assault. Before the boy can even take a deep breath let alone shout for help that would never come the little stallion has forced half his length of still slick horseflesh past the raccoon's lips. "Mmmmmm Ohhh yeah. Not as tight as your ass will be but still damn good. By the way how does your fat friend taste? Is his flavor still there on my meat stick? But don't try to answer that it's rude to talk with your mouth full. Hey think like this do a good job and I might be too tired to pound your ass into the ground like I did him." He grabs the back of the raccoon's head forcing him to take all his cock despite how the kid struggles and cries. The short little horse lets out a low moan and smiles. Despite what he told to the bitch boy gagging on his cock he's used to these marathon fuck sessions, God there were twice this number of bullies at his last school. This won't help the kid out if anything it'll be worse. First few orgasms come quicker after that the balls need to recover so that good hard fucking will take its sweet ass time. He whinnies again feeling his nuts clench and the pulse of pleasure run up through his cock herding a tidal wave of thick rich protein before it. His hand grips the boys headfur holding him tight to his crotch as his balls start to empty themselves down into the coons gullet. Cael sighs as he holds the struggling boy close eyes closed till the fighting slows to almost nothing. Then the little horse unwraps his fingers from that gray and black head fur, letting gravity aid the poor lad in ejecting that still firing cock.
The boy falls backwards hands still bound behind him, he seems to move quickly but it still takes awhile till that thick horse head slides from the young bully's esophagus. Almost as if on cue the horse blasts the lad with another torrent of cum, the raccoon falls onto the pavement coughing and gagging as spent seamen dribbles from his nostrils and Is hacked in gobs onto the concrete floor. The boy rolls over onto his side trying to clear the stallion's musky deposits from his system.
Cael bends forward and drags the little raccoon along by the back of his now soiled shirt. They leave twin trails of slick shining goo behind them as the lads still coughing up his liquid lunch and the horse is still spurting from his third leg. He drops the boy on the ground next to Martin. The horse smiles down at his friend, since Diego has been staring at the tabby cat's twitching anus for a while now. The little black kitten fingering his own erection as he wonders if he should join in. "It feels really good I promise." Says the older horse. "How bout you start out slow. Just press the tip of your pecker against that little hole and see how that feels. You know like this..." The horse grabs the base of the coons tail and hauls him into position pressing his wide flat cockhead against that still virgin anus. Hesitantly the little cat does just that pressing the tip of his little erection against Martin's abused anus. "That's the spirit boy." Says the horse rapist as he swats the kittens back side encouragingly. He doesn't notice how the boy flinched forward burying the head of his member into his tormentor. "Now jus grab on to his hips and push in like this." Cael plows into the raccoon's warren mercilessly barely registering the boys pained gurgle. The boy's feet scrabble at the cement as he tries to get away but it's no use. Unlike the fast pounding use that the kitten was put to the coon takes dick to a different rhythm. His anus is plundered slower, deep, and hard with the horse drawing it out slowly making the lad feel every line, bump and vein in the shaft before thrusting it back in hard. Instead of a fast burst of jackhammer thrusts it's one drawn out pile driver punch to his prostate. Again and again the little rodent doesn't know if he's coming or going.
In the shadow of the horse drawn fuck machine stands the little black kitten. He honestly couldn't tell you how he got to this point in his life where he's buried balls deep in the ass of the boy who bullied him most. He never meant for this to happen but the stallion was telling the truth it did feel good. But no this is wrong he shouldn't and he starts to pull back meaning to stop all together. But then the first barb catches and the kitten's knees go weak at the intensity of the pleasure that has gripped his dick. The bully shudders feeling the tug but Diego doesn't notice that all he feels it's the twitch of the next spine, and the next as he pulls out. It's amazing and with a little yowl the kitten thrusts back in.
Marcus's eyes have crossed, and the raccoon is rolled over onto his shoulders having been twisted around at some point. The raccoon is slack jawed and drooling as he stares dully at the ceiling. The bully had cum twice now under the punishing pace. And at this point he isn't sure if this will ever end. But finally the horse lets out a whinny and the boy feels the liquid heat filling him from the other end now.
Cael pulls himself from the bully with the now familiar wet splatter of jizz. He lets gravity claim the coon as the boy collapses like so much used meat. The horse sighs, "Gods this feels good." He stretches his arms over his head bending from side to side for a moment. "I'll be with you in a minute Jared I gotta get my second wind." He glances down to Diego slumped over Martin's ass shuddering. Just then a fist hits his side staggering him. Cael winces glaring at the hyena, he's just a kid, and clumsy but rage powered fists can still hurt. "Ohhh never mind I think I'm ready for another go round." He grins evilly staring at the kid expecting a direct attack. Instead the hyena, who had wriggled free of his restraints, did the smart thing and dove for the flick knife. Course the truly smart thing would have been to go for it before announcing himself with the sucker punch to the ribs. The boy gets to it but a hoof stomping on his paw is enough to drive all thoughts of the knife from his mind. He howls gripping his pained hand rearing back only to take a quick punch to the gut.
The horse just sighs, "This is really my fault expecting a real fight from kids." The hyena is on his paws and knees hacking and coughing trying to catch his breath. But the horse just pushes the wheezing boy down onto his chest gripping the boys spotted hips. "By the way bitch boy you never did tell me if your sister does this to prove her dick is bigger." He leans in pressing his cock into the boy. Despite the fight being rather disappointing it still got Cael worked up. He grins evilly as his thick pole of horseflesh stretches the boy's virgin hole mercilessly. "Ohhh look how easily it slipped in." Lied the little horse as he fights that burning ring of muscle. "I was right wasn't I?" He says it loudly making sure all the boys can hear. "Damn it's a good thing I'm so big as loose as your ass is you wouldn't notice a normal cock. So tell me how many times a day does your sister pound this ass into submission? Once or twice before school I bet ohh and I bet she even fucks you into bed at night." The horse has to keep from laughing the boys never gonna live this down. Granted his sister's clit is probably bigger then the little brats dick but he knows a virgin passage when he's demolishing it. He grunts loudly building to one last climax. He groans before driving deep and painting the kids bowels off white. He doesn't wait to stop he just pulls out splattering the Cubs ass with watery seed. He pushes the boy over onto his back dragging him over to the others by his shirt. Semi hard cock spraying jizz down his front
Meanwhile Diego seems to have moved over to the raccoon and the little kitten purrs as he humps away at that stripy coon ass.
Cael pulls the kitten off the coon and sits him down in the corner. He the. Lines the three bullies up along one wall. He slaps each boy's face just hard enough to make sure they are awake. "Now boys we need to talk about your future. See if your lucky you will never, ever see me again. But if you break my rules I will come back, and this time I'll bring friends. Think my cock was bad you should see this moose I know. Rule one... This ends here, if I hear about you returning to your old way well then hold on to your butts. Rule two... No revenge. This isn't one I usually have to mention but if I hear you did anything to Diego life will not go well for you not only will we be back but you will end up leaving with us we will chew you up and spit you out. They might find you 5 years down the road blowing truckers at a rests top for pancake money but by then you won't be you no more. And lastly rule three... No cops, you boys even think about going to the police look here." He pulls out his cell phone and shows them a video. It's a play back of the three of them wailing on Diego before Carl arrived. "I have other angles too. I ever see you near a station and the police see this. I'll end it before you kids get your asses handed to you but after they see that I doubt the cops will listen to a bunch a thugs like you". He stands up sliding into his pants, and helping Diego on with his. "Now we are leaving boys. Jared has his hands free so when he's up to it he can free the rest. Your pants are around here somewhere but I'd not let people see you in this condition the word might get out you were a bunch of fags or something. You could wait here amongst the smells of sex and the semen stains till it got dark enough to slip home with no one seeing you. But what if the grounds keepers come? And my buddies will be here later for our cameras if they find you here it might be time for a part two to the show. But that's all your problem bitches." The horse pats back his hair before pulling the kitten out into the sun with him.
They walk casually off the campus and into a gas station parking lot. They wait five minutes till a pumpkin orange station wagon pulls into the lot. Cael opens the back door and ushers the kitten in. "Diego meet my husband Bruno." He gestures to the driver's seat where a bull moose in a powder blue tank top and baggy shorts sits.
Bruno smiles up at the rear view mirror and waves. "Nice to meet you kid, Cael's told me loads about you and your even cuter then on camera."
The horse chuckles for a moment. "Now Diego I made come with me for a couple of reasons."
The little black kitten adjusts the crotch in his pants. "Is it cause you're gonna make me disappear so I can meet your friends?" The kittens voice is a bit breathy, excited and thinking it might not be a bad thing. Not if it made his wiener tingle like it did.
"What?! Oh no no no Diego no." The little stallion sounds shocked. "Your a good kid, and he'll we don't even really do love that to the bad kids... Well not often anyway. No we are taking you back to our place to get you washed up make sure your okay and to explain a few things okay?"
The boy looks a little shaken like the adrenaline of every thin is finally catching up to him. "Yeah okay."
"Good." Says the horse also nodding. "First let me tell you something, a lot of what I said back there is bullshit. It's meant to scare the brats. I don't want you growing up thinking you pretty little penis hurts people. Yes you have those spines but they aren't really sharp, I said that so the fat fuck would hear it, mind over matter he heard the were sharp so he'd jump and panic at every little tug. Next..." They spent the rest of the trip talking morals with Cael and occasionally Bruno talking morals, and how they were not to be looked up to, rules of consent, birds and the bees, rape is wrong, despite what they just did, and how Cael was a bad bad man. Overall just trying to get the kitten back into a normal headspace. It seemed to work and as they pulled into the motel the boy was least calmer.
They led the boy into the room showed him to the bathroom with orders to shower while Bruno heads off to wash up his clothes. Ten minutes pass as the horse putters around just waiting for his own chance in the shower. He passes close to the door and hears a moaned "Oh Mr. Cael."
Startled the horse skids to a halt staring at that slightly ajar door. "What the hell?" he mutters before peeking in. The curtain is open and under he water he can see the black kitten leaning against the wall ass towards the door one paw trying to finger his butt hole.
"He told me about how it could feel good having things up your butt, as good as when you stroke your wiener, but my fingers aren't big enough Mr. Cael's thingy is much bigger. I bet it would fee better too." His wet tail lashes back and forth as that one paw tries to finger at his hole. The boy stops suddenly starring at the horse in the doorway. The little wet kitten looking like a deer in the headlights. He looks the tiny adult over before clutching both paws to his chest. "Please sir." He looks away from the horse his tail twitching. "Please."
Cael takes a deep breath, honestly not sure what to do here. This was never part of the job but in a sadistic moment he got this kid involved in his mind games with those schoolyard brats. He was responsible for the kid's sexual awakening and he couldn't leave the boy in that brutal place. Should he show him it could be nice. The horse steps out of his cloths and into the shower. "Okay Diego if you're sure you want this."
The kitten nods. "Yes please." Mews the boy that wet tail lashing against the now close horse.
With a globe of motel lotion he starts to lube up his member. He guided his slick sex up to the Cubs little pink pucker. After this morning he would have sworn his cock would have been out for a week but some how this little kitten has breathed new life into it. "Last chance to back out." He presses in letting the boy feel the flat head of his cock against his rump.
Instead of answering Diego just pushes back with a low moan, impaling himself on the tiny horse.
Cael moans and just steps into the boy pushing him back against the wall. The horse moves in filling the boy with his member. He pauses as the kittens voice catches with a hiss of pain. "Are you okay do you want me to stop?"
The cub whimpers and bits his lip shuddering, as he shakes his head no. "It's good, it's good keep going." He's determined to take it all. While the pattering splashes of the shower head muffle the moaning of the man and cub the wetness seems to amplify the actual sound of there sex, wet fur on wet fur, skin meeting skin as there primal love lacking moves harder and faster. Diego is surprised at the sensation, oh gods was it uncomfortable at first but the little horse was right it started to feel good soon after. Being filled with the mans warmth it touched him in a way that no one else ever had. And when the mans gripped his kitten cock it was almost too much. He mewed softly as strong fingers danced over his dick flicking the spines expertly like he was practicing his finger work on the skin flute.
The light in the bathroom changes as some one big step between the shower and the light. "Well well now I'm gone to do the laundry and this is what I find at home. You two were supposed to be cleaning up not fooling around." Bruno steps into the shower himself, pants gone, but he still has the blue shirt on.
Cael pauses and looks back to the moose. "He said he needed this honey. Besides I opened his eyes to what sex is I thought it best to show him it could be sweet and nice too not just what napped in the shed." He meeps when he feels the moose's thick length pressed against his own unprotected ass.
"I under stand lover and agree." Says the moose with a groan as he wedges his thick cock head into the horse's anus. "I just think you should have waited for me."
Diego mean while is oblivious to what's happening behind him other then the fact that the horse has stopped. He whines softly pushing back when suddenly both he and his horsy friend are slammed forward pressed into the wall that horse cock driven deep into the kitten.
Both the boy and adult mingle there moans as Bruno lets loose. The poor moose is pent up; he watched the cameras all day watching his little hubby destroying those boys' backsides. He never touched himself he waited originally planning to screw that little pony butt all night long but walking in on this it's too much. He holds the little by his wrists keeping the boy still against the wall as he literally fucks Cael into him.
The horse moans loudly now he'd already been close but now it was maddening. He wanted to cum, needed too, and when his balls finally caught up to his lust he did. The moose cock drove him forward slamming him balls deep into the kitten as his cock erupts. He wraps both arms around the boy clinging to him as he fills Diego groaning as he tries to hold still for the kitten even as his husband pounds his ass.
Bruno hears his little stallion moan and he feels him tense up. He knows what that means and he lets the horse finish, he doesn't stop fucking, but he gives the smaller man time to come down. After a moment or two the bull moose pulls his throbbing cock free. His hands shift to Cael's hips and he pulls him free as well. He stares down as horse seed starts to spill from the purring kittens ass.
Diego doesn't know what to feel he's a little sore but the heat inside him that felt good. While his mind seems confused his body seems to be on point as he purrs out contentedly. But then a bigger stronger paw grips his shoulder and something even bigger then before fills up his back passage. The kitten squeals, it's not pained more surprised as he's stretched just a bit wider.
With the head in Bruno shifts his paws to the boy's hips working himself into the kitten with a slow steady beat. He groans knowing he won't last long not after everything today. He pushes as much as he can into the kitten and after only a few steady strokes he lets out a deep moan of relief and releases a high-pressure stream of moose juice all over Diego's rectum. "Oh gods kid that was wonderful." He pulls back letting his cock pop out with a wet slurp as copious amounts of mingled jizz splatters across the tub floor. Diego is slumped against the wall shuddering, breathing deeply. "OH no are you okay kid? I wasn't to rough was I?"
He steps closer, they both do to see if the Cubs all right when the black kitten turns tears in his eyes but smiling happily. He kisses the moose on the tip of his cock, and licking the taste of seed from his lips. The boy puts his arms around the both for a hug. "Thank you so much."
Bruno just blushes not really used to this kinda thing. "Aw shucks kid it was nothing. Now you get cleaned up for real this time we gotta get you home in a bit." He guides the horse out of the bathroom and closes the door behind them.
"So what should we..." Starts the horse when the bull just pushes him onto the bed. For the next half hour as the kitten cleans himself down the moose rocks that bed frame doing his best to destroy his husbands ass as he continues to work out his pent up lusts. |
The Wrong Book part 3 gift for night_spore426 by dfeyder | #19 of gift work - **The Wrong Book** Part 3 By Dustin Feyder A gift for a lover of art. [**night\_spore426**](https://night-spore426.sofurry.com/) ** ** I slam down the phone. I'm not going to drag anyone else into this twisted dream. The evil book shouts at me. "Are you actually thinking | [
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Part 3
By Dustin Feyder
A gift for a lover of art.
[**night\_spore426**](https://night-spore426.sofurry.com/)
\*\* \*\* I slam down the phone. I'm not going to drag anyone else into this twisted dream. The evil book shouts at me. "Are you actually thinking about fighting me little dog? Do you somehow think getting you off is the limit of what I can do? I have been playing nice so far, but if you are going to act like a fool you just wait and see what comes up next."
The book has never been so loud and clear with me, this is no whisper, no passing sensation, this is clear as day, the book shouting. I feel like a lunatic as I stand over the book and point at it "I want you to put my girlfriend, her coworker and dog back where you found them, do you got that!"
The book goes silent for a few short moments then starts bellowing back "Hell No little dog! There asses now belong to me! And so, does yours you dammed fool! Now stop wasting time and bring me more girl."
I pick up the evil book shacking it angrily "now you listen here you..."
The book cuts me off "No! you listen dumbshit. Your friend's souls are mine. You go ahead and keep their bodies, the rest I'm keeping. Now if you want to keep up this foolishness go head and stick your head in the kitchen and see what is waiting for you."
I can't help but wonder what the book is alluring to I look into the kitchen and there I see something I could never have imaged, a fifty-foot man eating viper stretched out on my floor. I jump back in surprise, this thing I see can't be, vipers can't live in a climate this cold.
The book cackles at me darkly. I pull the kitchen door shut and rest my back on it shocked. The book is laughing "what you going to do now little dog?"
I point at the book "Ill tell you what I am going to do. I'm going to call animal control."
"Go right ahead." The book smirks "but maybe you should get the front door first." Steam starts to spray from the heater in the living-room, condensation gathers on the walls and windows transforming my front room into a jungle.
The doorbell rings. I run to the door. I open it reviling Lidia from work behind the door, she is a fifteen-year-old school girl, she joined the union under a student apprenticeship program. She is dressed in her work uniform, a boiler suit and tool belt. "You called me boss" she flicks her long yellow hair form her eyes as she greet me.
"NO!" I bark. I didn't call, I didn't call anyone. Did I?
The snake has come into the font room, it slides past me inching ever closer. The book contest "you are going to invite that girl in here or that snake is going to fuck then kill both of you."
I turn and yell "Shut up book! I know what...!"
The book cuts me off again "think hard little dog, think hard about what you are about to say."
The snake is drooling, it is arced along the lintel of the door. It is looking down at me waiting for me to close the door, as soon as I do it will drop onto me and... I don't want to think about what happens next.
Lidia is looking at me one side of her lip slightly curled in confusion as I must be visible aggravated. Schizophrenically I turn my fear and anger into a cartoonish smile "Come on in Lidia, do you like hot chocolate?"
Lidia stares for an uncomfortably long time "did you just tell a book to stop talking?"
The snake slides away hiding somewhere in the house. I fail to address the question at hand instead continuing my own thought "I love hot chocolate."
Lidia produces her phone "If there is someone in your house with you just nod your head and I will call my brother. He is a detective, he will be here in 3 minutes or less to take care of them."
"I have had a very strange day." I sidestep waving Lidia in. Lidia apprehensively steps in.
I take Lidia into the kitchen. The book seems satisfied. I open one of the cabinets to look of a block of Spanish chocolate, an octopus holds a box down to me. I take it laughing madly, Lidia seems to fail to see the monster in my pantry.
Lidia tries to make small talk as I prep the drinks "it is hot as hell in here you know that, right?" she unzips her top and pushes it down.
"I have a demon book holding me prisoner." I try to explain. As a distraction in owl headbutts the window over the sink. "I mean, there is a monster in my Livingroom." The snake peeks its head out from behind the freezer. "I mean, I turned my wife into a rat." A bear appears on the patio. "do you prefer milk or cream?"
The book is clearly letting me know that it owns me at this point. If I try to run, try to fight it will hurt me. It can call animals into being from anywhere at any time. What the hell does it need me for anyway?
The book yells at me from the next room "What are you waiting for. Wish for the girl and let me work my magic!"
Lidia jumps up suddenly aware of the animals gathering around and the demon book in the next room. Lidia pulls out her phone, her phone gets pulled from her grip by an unseen hand. The doors in the room start to open and shut sporadically, lights flicker, the room starts to fill with bats the book drops form the ceiling onto the table.
Lidia looks at me terror gathering in her eyes. Invisible hands grab Lidia and hoist her into the air stretching her limbs. The book mandates "tell me what you want little dog."
"this is maddness! What do you want!" I command.
"I want you to make a wish before I make one for you." The book has grown eyes and a mouth, it is no longer even trying to hide what it is from me.
"Do you know how old she is? She is only a child!"
"and why should you care about that? The is subjective at best. What is objective on the other hand is that she has compatible parts we can use."
I have no chose in this, I have to do what the book wants. I try to think, try to remember what I had done the last two times. I place a hand on the book pull open the pages. The book cackles "you know just how to touch a book don't you?"
There is a flash of light and a thunders crash. When open my eyes, Lidia has become a part of the snake. Her head, shoulders, and torso all remain her-own, everything form hip level down has become the snake with a brief few inches of stomach that are flesh toned scales.
I whisper to myself upset "I'm going to burn for this."
"burn?" the book seems to ask "how unimaginative."
Lidia's eye glow golden, she smiles predatorily. One of her hands grips the table between us, she flips the table smashing it to peace's against the wall alongside us. She lowers her torso and wiggles her tail hypnotically.
I throw my hands in the air and run away, arms flailing like soggy spaghetti in the wind. Lidia chases. She fallows me out of the house and in to the back yard. Outrunning a lamia is a hopeless endeavor, she leaps forty feet easily overtaking me once we are outside. A hand pinches around my trachea, in a single swift move the monster that was Lidia lifts me ten feet in the air then throws me at the ground.
Every bit of energy that I thought I had is robbed of me. The snake coils around my lower body, she lowers her head to get to eye level with me. Lidia hisses, rolling her torso across mine as she sizes me up. I can't struggle, falling ten feet onto ones' back is painful, being thrown at the ground is a lot more like a thirty-foot drop, and at that speed the differences between grass and gravel becomes travel.
The Lamia grips me by the caller and pulls off in either direction, her strength is supernatural, she shreds my shirt as if it had been made of paper. Her head snaps down to my breast as she sinks her teeth into my abdomen. Lidia jiggles side to side drunk off my blood on the other hand I cry out in mortal agony.
As the snake licks the blood from my arm and neck the scales along her pelvis part softly reveling a hole about for inches in diameter. Her tail slips into the waistband of pants, she forces my pants down.
Mightily she drops her weight atop me, my cock being slide into her generous hole, the lamia makes her body tight quickly finding the right amount of tension to start to tug me off. I get no say in what is going on. I lay stunned under Lidia, she forcible rolls on me. After serval minutes sliding around in her soggy opining, I find the power to reach around Lidia and hold her by the tail. I find myself crying in pleasure as I hold her tail, she milks me till I faint. Maybe longer. |
The Greys Chapter 16: Long Night by hyenafur | #17 of The Greys - The bridge game finally ended late in the night, but the results were not what anyone had been expecting. Stu had actually won the overall game by one point after they played six rounds. The ending scores; 200-199-175-182. Bill couldn't help but growl at his bad luck. He'd come in | [
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Unfortunately, once the game ended, the night was over. Stu and Jeb excused themselves. It was late and both of them needed to be back on the farm. The four exchanged hugs before the two of them gave Kody a hand shake.
Bill and Gideon's night, on the other hand, was just starting. The wolf had hoped to get both tods, but Kody had politely declined. Gideon had chuckled a bit and Bill had playfully pouted as they slid out of the living room/kitchen back to Gideon's bedroom.
Kody let out a long sigh as he turned off the tv and made his way to bed, the fox letting out a mighty yawn before stripping down and sliding into bed. He liked his cousin and his friends. And Gideon's beau.
Twenty-five minutes later, Stu slipped into the house, desperately trying to not make any noise as he crept along the hallway to his bedroom. It was already two in the morning, and he didn't want to wake anyone. Being as stealthy as he could be, the old rabbit slipped into his bedroom, slowly shedding all his clothing before sliding into bed behind Bonnie.
His wife groaned softly in a groggy voice, "Mm.... Is that you, Stu? Where? Where've you been?"
The rabbit leaned in to kiss his wife on her cheek, "The game ran long tonight, honey, but for once, I finally won."
"Mmm... that's... that's nice dear," she said before slowly falling asleep. |
Crisis by The Brain of Lazarus | #1 of The Melancholy of Shady Vale Rory's got tire problems, Immanuel's got solutions. - **Crisis** _By The Brain of Lazarus_ Rory tumbled through _Pale Rock Road_, chasing down the evening with thirty bucks to his name and a pocket full of cigs. His pickup sped across the local street leading to | [
"Anal",
"Blowjob",
"Coyote",
"Dog",
"Fox",
"Friendship",
"Gay",
"Gay Relationships",
"Hybrid",
"M/M",
"Slice-of-Life",
"Vulpine"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150861-crisis | **Crisis**
*By The Brain of Lazarus*
Rory tumbled through *Pale Rock Road*, chasing down the evening with thirty bucks to his name and a pocket full of cigs. His pickup sped across the local street leading to *Merl's Local Gas,* the sun slowly fading behind sheets of fiery violet clouds.
"Holy shit Bax, you *suck\_now," argued the coyote to no one. His empty passenger seat was littered with dinner, crumpled candy bar wrappers wedged in the seat, as \_Bastard Baxley's "Wondered Too Soon"* blasted on the radio.
"I mean I get it, trade in clean vocals for rough ones and put on a second bassist because why the fuck not. But dude, there's trying new stuff and then there's committing musical suicide," he muttered angrily, promptly switching away from the local radio.
He blamed Immanuel. That daft fox dog was always trying to get him into new music. Alternative stuff, retro, classic, all the good shit. But he failed to mention some of the artists decided to abandon their old sound in pursuit of something "experimental," however well that worked.
"Spoiler alert," he yelled. "It doesn't!"
The coyote shook his head. Then silently rebuked himself. No need to get riled up, it was just music after all. Really *bad* music, but not like someone was there defending it. Must have been the sugar. And the tire, the *fucking tire.*
He made a right on the intersection that led to *Merl's* or *Shady Vale Town Square.* It was getting a little past seven, and soon "Immanuel" would be ending his shift. The past several months Rory had made a point to pick him up when the work day finished. It wasn't necessary, Immanuel had his own car, but Rory insisted. The coyote needed something to do anyway, wasn't healthy to get locked up for too long.
Especially when there was only the *fucking tire* to think about. When *Merl's* came into a view, a cozy little gas station ringed with neon red lights, the truck's back left rumbled anxiously as Rory pulled in. Gravel, god dammit. The tire was assaulted by gravel. Merl never bothered putting in new pavement.
"Oh don't you dare you sonofabitch," hissed the grey coyote, fingers clenching hard on the wheel. He clenched his teeth and slowed down, easing in, before finally parking. He half expected to hear a sharp burst, but none came.
Ignition off. Rory sighed, slightly relieved. Every drive was a stress test now, as if he needed it.
Stepping out of his rustic red pickup, the cool air of Spring evening met him. Sharp senses sucked in the refreshing scent of blooming wild oaks and sprawling weeds. It wasn't all bad. He preferred autumn, since he got to wear his kickass jacket, but this was good too.
He entered *Merl's,* the tail end of *"Wondered Too Soon"* smacking his ears as he slipped through sliding doors.
"Ugh, god!"
A head of pristine white fur bobbed up to see him, casting stern blue eyes over the coyote.
"Huh?"
Immnauel's ears perked. He was Rory's "friend-but-kind-of-more-than-that-but-dunno," a dog-fox hybrid with bright, endearing features, fluffy tail, and lean figure.
"Man, how can you listen to this? Hot garbage. Hot. Garbage."
The greyish coyote, quite scraggly in comparison, strode up with comfortable bravado, resting his elbow on Immanuel's clerk desk. There wasn't anyone else about - because of course not, it was past seven on a Friday - so Rory didn't worry.
The hybrid glanced up, as if to see the sound. "Oh, I don't pick the stations, it's whatever manager sets it to. What's wrong with it? I thought you liked everyone's favorite Bastard. Also *hi,* Rory," said Immanuel in mock tone, flicking the other male on shoulder.
"Okay *first,* hey, okay *second,* I used to but now it's like he doesn't care and it sounds like ass. Not the good kind of ass, just ass."
The fox-dog tilted his head, bemused. "Wow, profound. Skewering the music industry with that one, huh?"
Rory gave an eye roll. "You know what I mean. Whatever! Just glad the song is done. And you're done, right? Ready to go?"
Immanuel looked surprised. He gestured to an electric clock hanging above entrance door. "Dude it's 7:28, I'm not done yet. I can't just - well, I can't."
The coyote raised his arms. "What? Whyyy nooot man? Thirty minutes to almost closing on a \_Friday?\_What kind of Orwellian tyranny bullshit is this?"
Immanuel rubbed his eyes. He knew the 'yote was half joking, but the other half was dead serious. "Merl is cool but not that cool. He's an old fuck and he expects you to be on time, and stay on time. Not like the lumber mill, I can't toss off if I got all my work done early, much as I'd love it."
"Lame," scoffed Rory. "That's lame. You're lame. Theresa would totally pop off early."
Immanuel snickered. "That's because she works for her mom, she gets benefits. Oh, shit. Speaking of, she gave me this!"
Sidetracking from their conversation, the lean hybrid ruffled under his black shirt and pulled out a trinket. Rather, a necklace, a simple leather hoop of black but with an intricate design of metal attached to it. The pattern was certainly unusual, similar to a pentagram, though with far more lines than necessary, ringed in a circlet of steel.
Rory inspected with intrigue. "Holy balls," he hooted. "Wicked. Like devil goatcock wicked."
The other male sputtered, stifling a laugh. "Like *what!?"*
Grey 'yote offered an exaggerated shrug. "I dunno! How would you describe it? It's mad devil-y. I guess?"
Immanuel shook his head. "I don't know. I think more like 'cool thing I bought from our friend,' but yeah, yours works too."
That was the funny thing about the dog-fox hybrid, Rory had noticed. He looked like an upstanding, regular guy. Well put together, athletic, flexible hobbies, nice name. But he liked collecting weird things too, stuff from the occult, letters of old horror writers, bad slasher films. The pair's relationship with their deer friend - Theresa - certainly didn't help, always hooking them up with downright "spooky shit," as Rory put it.
It helped the coyote escape. Getting into his friends' worlds for a while let him forget. Forget about the stupid stuff and that *fucking tire.*
The two went back and forth without interruption for the next half hour, until it was time to close. After shutting off the lights and setting alarm, Immanuel locked up and the two hopped into red pickup.
The fox-dog tilted a brow when he saw the crumpled wrappers possessing the seat.
"Sorry," said Rory, quickly shooing them off. "Had to eat dinner fast."
He started the truck and Immanuel hopped in. The radio started with a crackle, but was too low to hear.
"Huh? Dinner?" the other male said, picking up one of the wrappers.
"'*Gatorbombs'* and *'Snack Attack Bars'* aren't dinner, you dope."
As the pickup rumbled to life, Rory felt himself tense, remembering the *fucking tire.* He glanced to Immanuel.
"Couldn't really afford a fancy eat out, El," he returned plainly. "And they're wicked good, promise."
Rory started to back out, clenching the wheel again as wheels rolled over the unforgiving gravel. Don't blow, don't blow, don't blow, he said to himself, checking the road.
'El', one of Immanuel's nicknames, noted the tone. And the tensing. And the flattening of Rory's ears, dilation of eyes, muzzle twitch with whisker wiggles. Was a "yotish" way of saying he was stressed, without actually saying it.
"That's kind of ridiculous," Immanuel responded. "You need to eat right."
Rory shrugged. "I dunno. Gotta' think about my week first. Let's stop in with Theresa first, maybe she's got some extra grub."
"Oh, uh," El cut in. "She's helping her mom move in some new stuff for their store. She can't hang tonight. Called me like, an hour before you showed up."
The grey coyote blinked, ruffling his head. Oh, he thought.
"Oh," he said. "Well damn! What about Jelly? She up for anything?"
"Joanne's out of town for the weekend, not sure what for," the dog-fox admitted. Their mouse friend, part of the "Fucking Four" Theresa called them once.
"Shit. I'm out of the loop." A bit of sadness hung on Rory's voice. He didn't turn, uncertain of where to go.
"You work too hard," said El, giving his friend a nudge. "Way, way too hard. And I'm full time at \_Merl's.\_Don't blame yourself."
Rory flinched internally. He didn't want to remember work, or the dollars in his pocket, or the fading sun on this damn town, or his *fucking tire.* Couldn't he escape it, just this once?
He shuffled anxiously in his jeans, yanking out a bent cig. Fingers fidgeted for lighter, lighting the tip, taking a quick sip while lowering the window.
"Looks like it's you and me then, El-oh-el," he said a bit more cheerily.
Blue eyes watched him with a hint of concern. "I'm totally okay with that," the hybrid reinforced. He pointed to the smoking. "Thought you were cutting back?"
Rory looked at his friend. "Like you said. I work too hard. But I'm cutting back, promise. Uh, anyway. So where to dude mc'dude? Usually were leeching off Theresa's joint."
Immanuel nodded. He didn't respond at once, thinking it over carefully. They could certainly fizzle out the night by doing nothing at all, but El wasn't one for leaving his friends in a bind. Something was up. Big things, small things, it didn't matter to him, but he and Rory weren't part of the "Fucking Four" for nothing.
"My place," he suggested. "I'm going to get you something to eat, proper. Don't tell me otherwise, or I'll bite you."
Rory's ears perked. He took another puff of the cig, feeling better. "You're sure?"
El bared his teeth jokingly.
Rory nodded. "Free food is free food. Still at *Murdoch Ridge*?"
"Still."
The 'yote smiled, worries fading, at least for a moment. He turned up the radio and took a left, the sun surrendering to night as a mix sky of cloud and stars took over the horizon. A pretty sight, only possible on the backroads.
Shady Vale could be a nice place, Rory often mused, if you ignored all the financial stagnancy and mediocre opportunities. Whatever the town's founder - Morrius Murdoch - had intended for the place when he set up near the forested area, it certainly wasn't living up to its potential. Sure, lumber exports were okay and tourism for Pearl Lake was so-so, but you wouldn't get rich off it.
Rory started to pull closer to the center of town, which homed a few commercial business and smaller stores. Take a few turns and then you'd find *Shady Vale Town Square,* where Theresa and her kin shored up to sell all sorts of fetishes and oddities. Aside from this, a few clusters of apartments surrounded the busy part of Shady Vale, with wealthier folk a bit farther out in isolated neighborhoods. Not a bad place, if you liked being trapped.
It didn't take long for the chatting duo to get to *Murdoch Ridge.* It was a decent pocket of apartments, four buildings with three floors each. Safe and quiet, which was certainly enough for the fox-dog.
The 'yote pulled in next to El's not-as-shitty white car, taking one last sip of his cig. The pickup shuddered off, the two piling out as Rory stamped out his bad habit. He nervously checked his back left tire once again, prodding it, expecting the worst. Stable. For now.
Though he said nothing, the dog-fox took note of that, though didn't harp on it.
"Forgot how nice a view you get," Rory said, gesturing to the apartment complex marked "C." El lived on the second floor, which actually wasn't all too high, though it certainly impressed the 'yote.
"Yeah, a real king's tower, huh?" the hybrid shot back playfully.
Immanuel sauntered up the first flight of stairs, room on second floor. Rory followed, admiring the stability of it all. His own digs weren't quite as put together.
El went first, unlocking the door and stepping into "C-2F," 'yote quickly following. Homely ambrosia swept over them both, Rory eager to get inside.
Immanuel's apartment was always welcoming. Clean, for the most part. Nothing too luxurious, shift wages at Merl's didn't afford the hybrid fox-dog many luxuries, but he had all the necessities for a studio apartment. Aside from the usual "single" bachelor furnishings - basic couch, small table for eats, television stand - he had a shelf lined with occult objects or strange statues. Everything else was as basic as rice on paper.
"Make yourself at home," El chimed. "Think I can warm up something from the fridge."
Rory smiled. "Thanks. \_Thanks.\_I hate imposing, dude. Hate it."
The other male shook his head, putting keys on kitchen counter as he made for the kitchen. "It's not imposing. That's what we do. Theresa would probably kick you in the balls if she found out you were eating junk food. Consider it saving you from her, Ror."
Scraggly coyote laughed. He supposed it was true, Theresa was a year older than Rory at twenty-five, and she wasn't one for nonsense. Well, most of the time. But she certainly could come down on you if she wasn't happy, always tried to be the 'lookout.'
"Now," Immanuel said, pointing at the couch. "Impose."
The grey coyote raised his arms innocently. As his friend went to the fridge, he flopped on the couch in exaggerated fashion, letting his arms fall over its shoulders. Head craned, green eyes closed, thoughts fizzled into a calmed state. Forget, he said to himself. Forget, forget, forget.
His gaze wandered to the left, eyeing El's shelf while the hybrid pulled out a plastic tray of something. Ears perked.
"Whoa! Is that new?" intoned the coyote, looking at a strange statue that sat amidst other oddities.
It looked like an elephant, though had three heads too many with multiple arms stretched in several directions. Two arms also held some kind of insignia. Upon closer inspection, it was the same one Immanuel currently had as a necklace.
A microwave beeped and buzzed to life. "Yeah," the hybrid called back, guessing at what Rory meant.
"Pretty creeptastic right? Don't know where Theresa finds this stuff. Had that same symbol and everything!"
*So it does,* Rory thought. *Is it a god? An evil god? Can I pray to it? "Hey evil elephant god, stop breaking my fucking tire, thanks."*
"She's weird," Rory tossed out. "And you're weird. Weirdos."
The microwave beeped, Immanuel scoffing. He spooned something to a plate and brought it over to Rory, setting it on coffee table in front of the couch.
"I though you liked weird."
Rory grinned. "I LOVE it. Love you. Uh, both, you. Ahem," ears flicked, eyes quickly snapping to food. "What'd you make me?"
El chuckled internally, even blushed a bit. But didn't hold on the subject, letting his friend-but-more-than-friend stay comfortable.
"Chicken. With a lot of sauce. Can't cook worth a shit. Joanne's gonna get mad, she showed me the recipe twice already."
Happily, Rory scooped up the plate and assaulted the piece of chicken with provided fork. A lump of mean drowning in orange sauce, he greedily gobbled a chunk. Dry, chewy, but hard to tell with all the flavorings.
"This is the best terrible chicken I've had in weeks," mumbled the coyote with a maw full of food.
"Considering your scale of quality is *Gatorbombs* or nothing, I'm not sure if that makes me feel better."
Not minding, Rory gulfed down the food in a few moments, even licking the plate with flat tongue to lap up the rest of the sauce. His hybrid friend watched with bemusement. Then realization. Was he eating well?
"Wow, uh. Want seconds?"
Immanuel didn't even wait for a reply before taking the plate and getting what was left of his previous dinner, tossing it in the microwave. Rory, he thought. Rory, Rory. Always trying to be the tough guy.
"So dude, what's with this tire thing?" El would say, bringing back a new plate of hot, over-sauced chicken.
Rory thanked his friend for the new plate. Then played dumb. "Huh? The what thing?"
"Your *tire,*" Immanuel insisted. He realized he was starting to tread on a bed of nails. Maybe it was concern, maybe it was the doggish nature to see others happy and safe. He wanted to keep Rory comfortable, but, there was definitely something hanging over the scraggly 'yote.
The other male blinked, mouth stuffed with more food. "It's nuffin," he responded flatly with another muzzle full of chicken.
"You're eating my shitty leftovers I was gonna' throw out because you aren't eating because of a tire. I saw you. In fact, I could *hear* you. Was like a mini panic attack when we were parking. What \_is it\_dude? Car trouble?"
Rory stopped. He grumbled, sitting the plate on table with a loud 'clank.'
"I don't," said the 'yote. "I don't want to get into it."
Features sagged, ears drooped, green eyes went down. Immanuel sidled next to friend, watching him closely. Last thing he wanted to do was turn a Friday into an orgy of drama. But if not now, then when? Rory hardly talked about things.
"Can you please drop the super tough guy act?" El relented. "Babe, this sucks. The way you're acting? It sucks. You suck. The money, the food, the cigarettes. Who are you fooling?"
Rory didn't look at his friend. Just at the floor. His eyes tightened. "I'm gonna' leave!" he threatened.
"Oh yeah?" prodded the dog-fox. "So what then? You get all nervous and you smoke yourself into a coma and take a cold shower and hope your truck doesn't break down? Eat a bowl of mayo for breakfast in the morning? Fucking fuck. Fuckaroo. I'm your friend. Let me help you. Just talk to me."
"Why," intoned the 'yote blankly. "Why do I have to explain anything. Why this? Why can't I just forget about it!"
"Because you literally can't afford to."
Rory craned his neck. "UUUUGGGH." Then, he looked down, shoulders sagging. He sniffed.
"No, I'm gonna leave," he muttered. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving this stupid place. And I want to leave with you and Theresa and Jelly and fuck it all."
Immanuel blinked. "Leave?" he prodded cautiously.
"It's that FUCKING TIRE!" Rory broke out, subject switching. His green eyes started to water up. "
Third time, THIRD TIME I had to replace it. On that stupid fucking truck in this stupid fucking place. I can't anymore, El! This place! Shady fucking Vale! I'm suffocating! I can't get anywhere, I can't save anything! I take a step forward, and my tire fucks up!"
Rory's tail thumped angrily on the couch, voice beginning to crack. "This can't be it for me! This can't. I can't make a life in Shady Vale, El, I can't do it! I'm terrified. I'm terrified I'll be trapped forever. I'm terrified, one morning, I'll wake up, and you'll be gone, and Theresa and Jel and everyone else!"
He wiped his face. "Just. Just just just. The tire keeps setting me back. I think I'm getting ahead, and then I'm not. So I want to leave. I want to leave with you guys."
Silence lingered between them. Immanuel took it all in, processing the whole of it. Car trouble, life trouble, and the sense of being trapped. Okay, he thought.
"Okay," he said. "I get it. You're a real bleeding heart, you know that? What a softie."
Rory looked at his friend, wounded. Immanuel smiled.
"I'm glad you are. I'm glad you told me." the hybrid added. "This stuff. It's been on you for a while, huh? God, Ror, why didn't you tell us earlier? Tell *me?"*
The coyote looked ready to break down, but Immanuel sidled up to comfort him.
"It's heavy. Leaving Shady Vale? That's a big one. But I get you. And, to tell you the truth, I don't know how that would work. But. But we're not gonna leave you, Rory. Ever."
The coyote sniffed. "Don't believe you."
Immanuel scoffed, flicking his friend on the leg. "Babe! Don't be dumb. I mean don't be dumb more than usual. We love you and your stupid face so much. So much it kinda' hurts. Theresa, Joanne, me. And you love us."
"But," Rory mumbled. He leaned on Immanuel, his fingers clenched. "But you guys are smart. And I'm always dicking around at the mill. We can't make this work forever! Someone will get bored, and, move, and. . ."
El laughed. "We can't? Says who? I think we're pretty set on each other, dude. We'll find a way, because we always find a way. We talk to each other, though, that's how we do it. When I moved outta' my folk's place into Murdoch Ridge I told everybody, remember? Didn't want anyone to think I was going anywhere."
Sensing the coyote beginning to calm, the fox-dog hybrid wrapped his arm around the other male's shoulder.
"Look, moving together is a big step. It's not impossible. Sounds pretty cool, actually. But that takes time, planning, and patience. We all have to be ready, and it's a huge commitment. Couples already have trouble finding a house and living together. Four friends who love and fuck each other? What would the neighbors think?"
"Well," continued Immanuel, "At any rate. I understand, Ror. Shady Vale isn't really an inspiring town. But you're not alone. You don't have to go hungry, or pretend to be the tough guy, or suffer by yourself. Talk to us. We love you. *I* love you. And you love us, right?"
The coyote didn't respond immediately. He let off a defeated sigh. "Yeah. *Yeah.* I love, I love. I just. I wanna' lookout for you guys. Sometimes that means dealing with your own biz."
The hybrid nosed his friend, teasing. "What? That's dumb. That's a dumb, very dad thing to say. Why are you trying to be a dumb dad?"
Green eyes met blue. Rory offered a sheepish half-grin. "Well somebody has to be responsible."
"So says the wise 'candy bars for dinner' Rory," El shot back. He squeezed his friend's shoulder. "Feeling a little better?"
The grey 'yote shrugged, half-nodding. "Still live in a dump, still got bills, still got a shitty truck. There's always tomorrow. But yeah, better."
Immanuel frowned. He knew a few words could only do so much - there wasn't a magic sequence of letters which could make the coyote feel magically better. Worse yet, he knew it was fault, having forced it out of his friend. And that simply wouldn't do.
"I can make it even better better," the hybrid chimed, fluffy white tail starting to wag.
The coyote cast his friend a doubtful glance. "Uhh, does your elephant god grant magic wishes? 'Cause I don't see how that's possible."
The fox-dog place his soft hand on Rory's thigh, rubbing over jeans. Smirking, his hand would slip, pressing on Rory's groin.
"Kinda depends on the wish," said El with mischief in his tone. Rory's eyes widened.
"Whoa, whoa dude, whoa!"
El squeezed gently. "Whoa indeed," he chided. "I missed the way you feel. S'been a while, huh? Few months?"
Rory shifted, placing his hand over Immanuel's own, stopping him. He wasn't sure.
"I'm not. . . this doesn't seem right. . . like why now?"
"You *need* this," El responded softly. "Please, Rory. Let me. Let me love you, okay?"
The coyote glanced to the side. "Come on, man." Feigned resistance. He knew he wanted it. Mind, body, soul, everything. That's what they did. The "Fucking Four." They shared each other because they loved each other, even though it wasn't often said outright.
"Come on *me,* how about that?"
The 'yote blushed. He never quite understood Immanuel. Or, he did, but wondered why the perfect white-furred hybrid would ever waste his time with a scrap like himself.
Immanuel pushed his nose into the scruff of Rory's neck, breathing, sniffing at the coyote's scent, a mix of male and cigarette smoke. A bit strong, but definitely the Rory he knew.
"Ugh, fine," submitted the 'yote. "Stupid handsome fox. Dog. Dox?"
Hand lifted away from El's, allowing the hybrid to continue its exploration, roaming over the jean-covered groin while the white-furred male kissed at Rory's neck, then his cheek, whiskers brushing over face.
"Mmm, El works just fine, babe." Sneaky muzzle then prodded at Rory's lips, enticing him, the scrappy coyote blushing again, but returning to meet nose, tongue flicking out for a quick kiss. Then another. Then canid lips pressed together, dancing on the other, Rory placing hand on friend's neck.
His eyes closed. The coyote could feel Immanuel start to dig, skillfully unbuttoning his jeans, fingers sneaking into trousers, then briefs, gripping his malehood still guarded by undergarments.
"Ghn," he yipped, feeling himself grow hot, palm dancing over his hardening loins, digits caressing testes, El growling with approval.
Soon, Rory could barely maintain his kisses. Head tilted, eyes in a daze, watching the wall, feeling his friend lick his neck, then his hand, the mischievous fingers slipping under briefs now to wrap around his hardened mast.
"Ugggghhh," the 'yote groaned out, panting as the hand softly gripped him, taking long, steady strokes around his malehood.
"Wonder what you're thinking," intoned the dog-fox, leering at his friend with a lustful smile. His nose went to Rory's ear, breathing.
"What indeed," he continued in whisper, "Imagining me gorging on your cock, I bet. Was it on your mind? Secretly? You were probably so stressed today, but you just needed to fuck the stress out, huh?"
"Ugggghhh," repeated Rory. "El, oh El, ohhg. Don't. *Don't.* That's too much, I can't handle that, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."
Immanuel laughed. "Let's hope you can handle a lot more, duder."
The hybrid pulled down his friend's briefs - or best he could - letting the stiff coyote sex greet the air with a stiff wobble, the proud pink flesh twitching freely. The hybrid set upon it, continuing to massage with hand, now going to all fours on the couch, his tail wagging with enthuse as he stroked the hungering flesh with attentive digits.
His other palm came to rest under testes, squeezing carefully to massage the furred sacs, enticing another chorus of moans from the coyote. Rory had succumbed at this point, sunk into the couch, head craned up, eyes closed, panting wildly as he soaked in each act Immanuel took.
A little pre dribbled from the tip to El's delight. But this was only a warmup. Pausing for a moment, the hybrid pulled off his black shirt, exposing his frame, a subtle sinew of practiced athleticism and slenderness. The necklace with the strange symbol dangled on his chest possessively, while one nip had a heavy ring piercing.
Rory stopped a moment to eye his friend stripping down, cheeks flushing, if it were still possible at this point.
"Aggh, shit man, when did you get. . . like I forgot. . . uggh why you have to be so hoot, fuck," mumbled the 'yote, losing himself to lust.
Scrambling, the coyote mimicked, fidgeting with his buttoned shirt and tossing it off, throwing it somewhere, while hastily tearing off his shoes, socks, and lower attire. The tethers found themselves in a neglected pile somewhere, Immanuel scoffing.
"Hey, don't mess up my nice place with your grody clothes," he chuckled, pulling down his own pants, albeit a bit more slowly. Blue eyes traced over the coyote's figure, a rugged lean one, nothing but strained pockets of muscle from work and a cigarette diet.
Rory didn't seem to hear, however, gripping his flesh and steadily stroking it where Immanuel left off.
"Grr, can't help, must do, need," grumbled the 'yote.
El finished stripping off, generous figure free to see. Oddly, his hips were a touch wider than most men, likely from his parents. His father was a natural sprinter and the genes from his mother's fox side had something to do with it.
Rory eyed his friend hungrily. "Mmwuh? Did you get fat? What? Sugar eater?"
El blinked, propping himself on all fours again, pristine white fur tail wagging. "Excuuuuse me?"
The coyote gestured with head. "Ass. Your ass is bigger. Fatty. Fat ass. Big butt, bigger than last time."
The fox-dog's eyes widened innocently. "I run track, you dick. I can lift more than you!"
At this point, Rory was out of it, mind swimming in desire, stress, and lust. "YeahIknow. It's a good thing. Bigbigbig buttbuttbutt."
El shook his head. Then, his hips. "If you say so," he said with a soft laugh. Perhaps the 'yote wasn't wrong, El' certainly had a more generous posterior than some.
The hybrid's head dipped, still on couch. His nose went to tip and offered a lick, getting a sharp, hissing gasp from his friend. He grinned.
"Guess we have something planned, don't we?" El shot to his friend, slowly lapping at the crown of Rory's malehood, flat wet rug tediously running across the sides from base to head.
"HNK!"
Rory stopped motions, his frame tensing. From here, El set to pleasing his friend, abruptly gulping the first few inches in maw, wrapping muzzle lips about the edges and offering a loud, sloppy suckle. Rory wriggled as the hybrid swirled his tongue, dipping head onto the inches, accepting every bit of it into his warm, oral entry.
El could feel himself get aroused, nose embracing the husky scent of hard-working Rory, his own hybrid cock stiffening. This is how he liked it, drawing out the pains of Rory, drowning all those frustrations with a little mouthwork.
He sank to the base, taking in every inch into his throat, mumbling with an approving moan, glancing at his friend submissively, whose legs were splayed out and eyes clenched with aroused bliss.
With a loud 'pop' he released the flesh, cock glistening with a sticky mix of saliva and pre, gripping the girth and rubbing the tip into his cheek. He wanted the flavor, the scent, the essence of Rory coated in his fur, smacking the tense flesh into visage, riling up another series of moans from the coyote.
"Jeeze, you \_are\_tense. At this point you're usually fucking my face, Ror."
Rory huffed, looking down to his friend, who grinned at him. "Nnng, no time or energy, just. Ugggh. Just. Gogogo."
El intoned with a pleasant hum, descending upon cock once more. This time, with increased gusto, sloppily slamming the thing into his maw, nose sinking back to base, rising slowly, making sure his sticky lips touched every bit of that veiny, hard flesh.
"Slllkmf," Immanuel mumbled, muzzle muffled by the circumference of cock. With each swift bob, his own body followed, rump wiggling and tossing, supple enough to feel the motion, while the fine sinewy of his lean form pressed and curved in unison.
He felt Rory buck a little into awaiting maw, tossing hips in vertical plea. Immanuel met this with increased, sloppy sucks, never releasing the flesh from maw, saliva messily beginning to dribble from chin and as he smacked into the cock's base over and over. The hybrid let off a little yelp as Rory encouraged by gripping supple haunches, squeezing the generous backside, caressing rump as the hybrid helplessly gulped on coyote cock.
"Nffff, nnnnnnng," groaned Rory, his inches twitching with feverish. "Shit, I can't I can't I can't!"
El's ear twitched, laughing with flesh still slamming into throat. Then, with abrupt realization, he felt a surge of seed explode from the tip, hot white essence pouring into mouth as he sputtered, quickly leaping off the flesh.
Spurts of white ejected from the tip, ropes of white messily washing over the hybrid's face. El coughed, own tongue dribbling with issue, holding the desperate cock and watching with arousal as it poured with backed up seed.
"Whoooa, hkk, wow. You were tense. You *are* tense."
Rory panted, form lurching and mouth groaning as a few last drips escaped him, sucking in breaths as he watched his friend with an apologetic gaze.
"Beenawhile," he mumbled quickly.
Immanuel nodded. "It has, Ror."
However, the coyote's hungry flesh did not soften. The messy, drenched cock was still defiantly hard, mocking the pair with its need. The hybrid was quick to notice, tail wiggling with enthuse.
Immanuel shifted his all-fours position on couch, crawling to Rory, placing hands on the coyote's shoulders. Slowly, he nestled his hips and rump into lap, where the sticky flank of mast rested between the split of the hybrid's white peach rump.
"We're not done, feels like. And I feel like I want to feel *you*."
Rory blushed, seeing his friend's own impressive malehood rest on abdomen, warm and pleasant in its own way. However, his mind - though drowned in arousal - gained a bit of sense.
"I'm not. Er, no rubbers. Dunno."
El chuckled. "We're clean, last I checked. And I trust. *And* I love you. *And,* I really want to feel you again."
The hybrid wiped on his messy face, kissing the coyote. It was returned with enthuse, Rory watching his friend with an expression of understanding and want. But he always took it seriously.
"You sure, El-oh-el?" he inquired cautiously. Giving each other blowjobs and handjobs was fine and dandy, Rory knew. But this was different. It was special. They didn't do it too often, since it was a big step above 'fooling around.'
The hybrid lifted his haunches slowly. Then, ever so carefully, placed his pink ring over the tip to Rory's pulsing male hood. Gently, he lowered, taking in the tiniest bit of male.
El shivered. "MMF. Very, very sure."
Rory sucked in a breath. His crown bristled with tingling warm and excitement, coyote nodding, as his friend sank onto loins, anal tunnel slipping over the glistening inches like a tight, warm sock.
Both gasped as the hybrid took all of the 'yote into him, feeling cock nuzzle prostate, ring stretched to the perfect point of pain and pleasure.
"Ohfuckingshitman," Rory grumbled. He latched on to the fox-dog, arm wrapping around slender waist, pulling him in, feeling pulsing cock nestle into furred abdomen.
"Nmmmmm," El hissed. He poured himself over Rory, pushing hands into couch cushion, wiggling generous hips, soaking in the delightful pang of warm cock inside him. Yes, oh yes, this was good. It had been far, far too long.
The coating of pre and saliva was slick enough to allow for robust movement. Tediously, Immanuel rose his hips, then fell. A loud, audible 'clap' echoed off apartment wall as rump met thighs. Then again, this time hard. Fat, white furred rump bounced in fleshy jubilation from the resounding action, hybrid cock twitching on Rory's stomach.
"Missedthiiis," the hybrid hissed into the 'yotes ear, eyelids clamped shut as he let himself dissolve into the other.
There was a hard smack. El lifted his hips, then crashed. Then sped. At once, a torrent of piston bounces rattled the hybrid's body. His generous rear began to dance upon the glistening cock, tossing off the inches with increased gusto, every motion creating a wave of fleshy echoes to ripple across his backside.
Rory groaned and yelped with his partner, feeling rectal tunnel grip him so desperately. Tight, but relaxed enough he could make a fit. A subtle bit of knowledge that El could take only him and his size. A comforting thought.
The 'yote wasn't content to sit idle. The loud, arousing smack of colliding thighs and rear enticed to him to thrust, his hips bucking with desirous momentum. Heavy shift pounded with piston strikes, crown bouncing into sensitive prostate, pulling forth a chorus of yelps and moans from El.
Rory licked at his friend, explored him, hands roaming over the delicate muscles of his back, dipping digits into soft pockets of flesh and muscle. His muzzle would kiss and nip at Immanuel's neck, dipping to chest, rolling tongue over nips, nibbling on piercing, his white-furred friend letting off an approved growl.
"Justalittlemore," the dog-fox hybrid intoned, head craning as Rory sped up his thumps, pounding into the rippling rear.
It didn't take long. They kept a steady pace of loving, infatuated grinds and bounces, El's rear tossing in gusto with every vertical thrust the 'yote gave him. But they were coated in yearning, and time, and frustration.
Rory gripped his friend's waist and started to buck furiously. He gave him everything. The *fucking tire,* the bills, the hunger, all those bits of anger and bubbled them into his pounding loins. Then his love, his adoration, his companionship with Immanuel.
Fuck it, Shady Vale wasn't so bad.
"NNFRF!"
The hybrid shrieked first and his twitching, pulsing mast of hungry pink cock burst to life. The rippling warmth and remorseless piston pounds of Rory's hips sent him over the edge, his mast trembling as ropes of hot white flooded out, coating the 'yote's abdomen, mingling in his stern, scent-y fur. He grappled with Rory desperately, holding on to the canid for dear life as he tossed his rump, though wriggling and jerking from the sudden orgasm.
"Ellllllllll. . ."
Rory groaned, heaving himself into the tight, hungry anal tunnel, burying his head in hybrid's chest. He felt the spurts of hot seed drenched his belly fur, before finally twitching and clenching, his own sloppy cock bursting with seed once more.
Immanuel wriggled, feeling the deluge of essence coat his tunnel, sitting firmly to grip every last drop, the warm buzz of his friend dripping inside. Rory gave it, all of it, all the struggles to his friend. Because that's how they did as a duo of the Fucking Four.
For a moment, they were bound with senseless twitching and throbbing, clung together in a sticky mess of hot breaths and pleasant afterglow. El didn't move, keeping his generous rump still, waiting for the hard mast to soften.
Immanuel rested on his friend, the hybrid and coyote gripped in pleasant embrace. After a while, Rory finally spoke.
"Ugh, you made a mess."
El laughed. "*You\_made a mess. On me. On my \_face.*"
Slowly, the hybrid lifted up, allowing sloppy, drenched cock to slip from his hole, the rectal entry oozing with essence. He carefully rested again, letting his own mast nestle into Rory's, a comfortable merge.
The coyote rolled his green eyes. "Yeah but see you like that. Now my fur is gonna' get all sticky with water. Water, El. *That makes it worse.*"
His friend shrugged. "Eh, you'll live. Could be worse. You could be a poor coyote working a lumber mill with a bad tire on a bad truck."
Rory did not frown. Rather, he smiled. Then laughed. "Hahah right, I'd be such a loser."
"Big time," joked the hybrid fox-dog. "Super loser sixty-four."
"Double loser DLC," added Rory.
They rumbled with soft laughter. The pain was gone. Thoughts of the broken tire subsided, for now at least.
Eventually, Immanuel stood, wiping his still messy, glazed face.
"I gotta' clean up real fast. You should too, probably?"
"Probably," Rory nodded. "Mind if I wash my clothes too? They're kinda not washed."
Immanuel smiled. "I don't. You might as well stay the night, too. We can see Theresa in the morning, if you want."
The 'yote feigned a fist pump. "Yesssss," he exclaimed. "Cause it's motha' fucking Saturday!"
"Mothafuckingsaturdaaaaay!" the hybrid howled back.
The couple settled for the night. Rory still had thirty bucks to his name, one less cigarette, and a bad tire. But he also had El. And Theresa, and Jelly. For what it was worth, he also had Shady Vale. |
Taurine's Night Shift - Chapter 1 by Dissident Love | So, in the not-so-distant future, technology has wrought many wonders... but perhaps it was inevitable that it would create something worse. Yet in the face of adversity, of possible annihilation, furkind draws together to defend itself. To survive. ... And since this is a Dissident Love story, | [
"Balls",
"Bulge",
"Bunny",
"Deer",
"Fawn",
"Future",
"Herm",
"Hyper",
"Hyper-herm",
"Hyperphallic",
"Macro",
"Robots",
"Sci-Fi",
"Sheath",
"Taur",
"mecha",
"monsters",
"other things"
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Taurine's Night Shift
By
Dissident Love
Author's Note:
This is a story that evolved out of three separate ideas: giant mecha fighting giant monsters a la Pacific Rim, magic and technology working side by side, and a bright, cheerful and competent protagonist who is truly ponderously overendowed. I'm not sure how much I succeeded on the first two points, but hopefully you all just came here for the third one and won't mind too much
As always, this first chapter is subject to change in the future, as concrete details are still being hammered out. Quite often I'm surprised by what I end up typing, and it's only later that I think, "Huh, that works pretty good, actually. I think I'll keep it." There's still a FEW major plot points that are up in the air, but hopefully by the end of this we end up on the same page.
...
See what I did there?
2200 hours local time, and the somehow-sombre chimes echoed ghostlike up and down the gunmetal corridors. The great cavernous loading docks at the north end of the sprawling complex tended to act as amplifiers when empty, and could keep the tunelessly artificial but still eerie little jingles going well into 2201 hours.
Most of the huge bays making up the loading docks stood vacant, a hundred plasteel cables dangling like kelp in an undersea grotto, if such exotic locales still existed without the assistance of bunker-busting mortar rounds or the exploding corpses of the dimensional monsters. Ruby counted softly under hir breath, waiting for the echoing, reverberating tune to fade. Shi had dubbed the 2200 alarm 'Ten Broken Birds', but it hadn't really caught on.
"Iced seng, double sweet, double cream, double tall," shi yawned, four split hooves paddling uselessly in the general direction of the ceiling, two quivering little fists soon joining them. From the direction of hir mini-mess a series of burbles, plinks and gulps emanated. Hir ears twitched and shi frowned, lifting hir head from the cheap milspec pillow, blonde locks plastered to one side of hir face. "The plinks are off."
Off or not, the 'ding' of a culinary mission being completed was all the lure shi needed to get out of bed. Twisting hir body, awkwardly even after all these years, shi managed to get one hindhoof securely planted on the floor before hurling the rest of hir considerable bulk upright. Nerveless nail-tissue or not, shi swore at the chill penetrating hir cloven toes and yanked hir blankets around hir torso, shivering and trotting over to where a frosty metal cylinder was already waiting for hir. "Heat, UP!" shi snapped, clutching the chilled beverage the way some people clutched at a life preserver after three weeks floating down the Gulf. The fact that shi was freezing and was pressing half a gallon of ice to hir breast never once struck hir as incongruous.
The ceiling beeped, paused, and honked a negative.
"Ffffff..." Ruby hissed, taking an enormous swig from the pitcher, hir tongue tingling and coming alive almost instantly. "Heat, up now! Diagnose!" shi added, without waiting for the repeated error bleep.
'*Station power conservation at Level 3, non-essential support services temporarily suspended.'*
"Not being able to see my breath is essential!" shi squeaked indignantly at the ceiling, but shi knew better than to argue with Voice. The stupid thing wouldn't even know it had lost. Besides, shi had other ways at hir disposal.
Five minutes later, still hugging the pitcher of simple sugars and dangerous (and controlled) complex amino acids, Ruby was luxuriating in the steaming cauldron that was hir private washroom. It was nearly as large as hir entire quarters (which was to say, cramped and barely livable), but there were certain advantages to being Assistant Technical Chief of Field Services and Ground Operations. Namely, if certain pieces of highly radioactive military hardware were deemed damaged beyond repair, no-one seemed to notice if it disappeared from the scrap pile and wound up refurbished as someone's personal water heater.
Shi wasn't supposed to have a private shower, so the pipe directly overhead was just a regular chunk of brass tubing with a dozen holes painstakingly drilled into it, positioned roughly over hir floor drain. Scalding water poured down on hir waterproof makeup cases, on hir waterproof plastic magazines and hir military issue waterproof hand towels. It would take hours for the room to dry out, but shi didn't care... by the time it was dry shi would be done hir shift and in desperate need for another good power-washing.
2225 hours, and hir oval bulkhead door flipped up and discharged hir into the corridors. Dressed in a pair of heavily modified grease-piece coveralls and with the instantly-recognizable orange hard hat perched atop hir stubby little antlers, the young deer-taur pounded the last of hir iced seng, tossed the can back over hir shoulder and into hir quarters, and squared hir shoulders, ready for whatever the night could throw at hir.
"Five minutes early, too!" shi beamed, fingertips wiggling at nothing as though strumming an invisible harp. "We're off to a good st-"
The entire complex lurched drunkenly to the side, shear walls and steel beams screaming in protest. There was an explosion from the direction of the loading docks that blasted a short, fierce hurricane of gritty, smoky recycled air into hir face. The taur was knocked to hir knees, carefully clipped tools rattling like windchimes. Shi couldn't even manage an unladylike curse word before one of the light fixtures so recently located overhead smashed into hir helmet, snapping like a twig and slamming hir muzzle into hir sternum.
Shouting filled the air; shouting and sirens and the long, sustained death-rattle of some distant part of the complex taking a great deal of time collapsing.
"My fault, really," shi muttered, heaving hirself upright once more and fighting the urge to go back to bed. "OK, fine. Make it interesting. Bring it on! I can take it!"
By the time shi merged with the general flow of traffic, a hundred pounding boots and paws and hooves of every make and model, shi was smiling once more. It was going to be an *exciting* shift! More than just unplugging and watering the psybats, more than just grinding and buffing the dings and scratches out of the Suits, more than just loitering by the watercooler and flirting with the Sunset Shifties who were on the way out. It sounded like *things* were happening! *Important* things! Things that might hopefully finally get hir *noticed* by Central!
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" shi shouted to a three-stripe jump pilot, a bull-shouldered badger that towered over the mostly-dainty deer.
"FUCK IF I KNOW!" the pilot shouted.
"THANK YOU!" *Jump pilots*, shi sighed. *Act like you own the bloody place. Not like you're the REAL pilots or anything...*
Ruby's top speed was nothing special, not since hir junior track and field career had been derailed by medical exemptions from physical education, but shi did hir best to canter briskly, rump swaying back and forth like a metronome. While most of the sidelined taurs in hir area had their athletic careers derailed by pubescent mammary development, with two or four or six (or more!) breasts developing magnificently over the course of a single summer, hir own issues had been sadly less relatable.
The size extra-small coveralls that shi had adopted to cover hir torso clung to a slender, trim body. Shi kept fit with weights, and could military press an impressive amount, which was practically a job requirement as a Field Services tech; if shi couldn't pop a c-piston out of place and lower it into the maintenance cradle, shi wasn't much good to anyone on the docks. Hir quartet of cervid legs were shapely and tapered but could also support tremendous weight. More than one new recruit had lost a chunk of their first paycheck betting against hir being able to drag a nuke cell from the back of the docks to the front.
By hemming and heavily trimming the pantlegs of a pair of extra-large taur-covers, shi had managed to more or less abide by the complex's uniform requirements. While on shift shi was always careful to keep as much tawny, speckled fur as possible covered, leaving only hir hands, hooves and most of hir face exposed, but that still left hir looking as though shi were trying to carry around a surface-to-dimensional-anomaly missile against hir belly.
It was only the heft, sway and jiggle of all that flesh that clued folks in to Ruby's true nature.
The officers, enlisted men and recruited refugees split left and right, up and down, heading for their assigned stations. It was shift changeover for a sizeable portion of the base, but no-one would dare leave their post during an emergency until relief had arrived. By the time the little taur reached the long, wide concrete access tunnels leading to the docks, it was just hir and a dozen similarly-dressed technicians.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" fully half of them asked, eyes wide and fearful. There was only an answering shrug from the rest.
Ruby quavered ever so slightly as all of their attentions turned to hir. *Sure, you want to get a promotion, but once people think you're the boss they expect you to have answers!*
"We'll find out in a minute!" shi smiled brightly, hir breath becoming labored. Shi was fit and shi was strong, but shi was not built for sprinting.*Ooooh, that's going to be sore in the morning*, shi winced, adjusting the bulge the very tip of hir sheath made where it squeezed through hir front legs. Forty-four standard-sized Suit jacks, sockets and hex-heads made quite a racket, and were leaving a pattern of tiny bruises on hir tender flesh. "Everyone's ready for a long night?"
"We know \_you\_are!" Akash laughed nervously. The lean, lanky mongoose was hir crew's resident electronics expert, his own collection of tools a great deal smaller and more delicate, and just being within arm's reach of him was likely to set anyone's hair on edge just from the static charge. "There was no PD alarms, right? I didn't hear any PD alarms."
"Then it's not a PD," shi replied patiently, the tunnel curving gently towards the north. Forklifts, reserve crates and endless racks of steel beams and pipes lined the walls now, and up ahead the light of the docks was its normal comforting orange. Greasy smoke drifted near the mesh-covered overhead lights, however, and there was the unmistakable sound of high-impact crash after crash that only grew louder as they drew closer. "It SOUNDS like we had a stanchion collapse. A Suit probably took out a wall. That happened on one of my first tours here, did I ever mention that? They were testing the servos without the Pilot, and some genius thought you could have BOTH legs off the ground at the same time, and it... it... oh, *fuck."*
The tunnel widened out into a space so vast it would be difficult to imagine it as part of any larger structure. The docks were a series of interconnected bays, each larger than a football field and just as high, stretching off to either side so far that the eye had a difficult time following the lines to where they merged and disappeared. Panama Base had fully thirty-six bays, but only five normally contained Suits. To the left Ruby quickly noted that Alhambra and Gibraltar were upright, piped up and dark, and to the right Himeji and Colossus were equally powered down.
Knowing what problems they *wouldn't* have to deal with now, shi turned hir attentions back to the devastation directly before hir. The docks swarmed with the technicians from the sunset shift, dirty and exhausted but knowing they had far too much to do before they could be allowed respite. Fire extinguishers were spurting and spraying everywhere, but spot fires continued to spring up.
"Taurine," Monelle wheezed, twisting her hardhat in her great ursine paws. "What happened?"
"What do we do?" This from Oekoe, Panama Base's newest technician, but everyone just called the knobby, scaly mound of muscle and fang 'Crock'.
"I..." Ruby started, mind whirling.
The central docking bay normally held Försåt, the Pride of Panama base, nine thousand tons of titanium composite, diamond-hard ceramic and good old-fashioned cast iron. The truck-sized shoe-mounts were empty, cables and ducting hanging everywhere high above their heads. Ruby's first thought was anger at why shi hadn't been informed Försåt was on mission.
Gazing at the slumped, partially-demolished and freely bleeding Försåt, half inside the dock and half outside, hir second thought was to pray that if there was any justice left in this world, shi and hir crew wouldn't be too late.
It was obvious that the Suit, one hundred and twenty feet of the most advanced technology on the planet (with one exception, of course), had simply crashed through the dock's huge but comparatively flimsy barn doors, shredding them like balsa wood. Ruby couldn't quite see from hir low angle but it looked as though Försåt was on hands and knees, with everything below the waist still exposed to the jungle-scented night air.
"Taurine?" Akash gasped. "What-"
"Don't call me that on shift!" the diminutive Chief snapped. "OK, everyone, listen up! Crock, gear team gets up on the lifts and gets the Suit off NOW! Sunset shift is working the left, you work the right, then get the helmet off! That's priority! Electrics, fire suppression and life support! Monelle, armaments! That Suit is ACTIVE, we don't need it firing something in here! Joshua, in two minutes you WILL tell me why the other pilots *aren't here helping us and you will tell them they will answer to me IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO SONNE!!!"*
Despite hir unimpressive height, hir entire crew taller to a significant margin, they cowered at the fury in hir voice but retained the presence of mind to nod.
"GO!"
They scattered, but hir mind was already three steps ahead. Shi fiddled madly with the comm units in hir helmet, dragging the vox down to hir throat and shoving the little conductive bud into hir ear. There was an immediate explosion of sound, every band shouting orders and progress back and forth, but shi wasn't interested in most of it just yet. Charging towards the vast immensity of Försåt shi switched to the pilot channels where there were only two speaking voices.
Neither one was Sonne.
"-getting biometrics, but some of the systems must be damaged, I can't tell of the positive readings are wrong, or if the negative readings are wrong!" shouted a panicked voice.
"He's crawling with techies, can't ONE of them confirm?!" That was a thunderous and yet clipped tone, instantly recognizable. His rank was largely unofficial, but that wasn't really important anymore. He was known worldwide as General Rothammer, but everyone on base just called him Da Chief.
Up ahead one of the gauntlets finally fell free, the bus-sized bronze and silver column of armor splitting into halves and tumbling apart to smash cacophonously to the ground, exposing matted and obviously bloody bluish-grey fur. In a flash two red-hatted techies swooped in, perched in a steel basket swaying crazily from atop a boom truck, scanning the forearm and sticking biometric sensors wherever they could reach.
A sizzle of stray ungrounded energy crackled from the damaged chestplate, leaving a blackened scar in the dock's yards-thick concrete slab. Ruby was barely halfway across the dock when the blast of searing ozone washed over hir; shi could hear other techies shouting and fleeing as yet more suppression systems struggled to come online.
Out of the sudden river of greasy steam shi spied a figure approaching hir. *Green hat, who is that... damn sunset shift! Why can't they keep a steady roster?* "YOU!" shi bellowed. "BOOM TRUCK! NOW!"
The shape moved to dodge past hir, but shi was quicker on hir hooves than most people could believe. Shi skittered sideways and lashed out with a small paw, snagging the front of his overalls and twisting. The skunk was bigger than hir, barrel-chested and heavily built, but he found himself nearly hauled off of his feet by his own inertia's failed battle with hirs. "I need-"
That was all he managed. "YOU NEED TO GET IN THAT BOOM TRUCK," shi repeated, hard enough for the big man's ears to fold flat back. Shi gestured to an unused vehicle, basket low and at the ready. With thirty bays and only five Suits, there was far more equipment than they could hope to know what to do with. "AND YOU NEED TO GET ME UP TO FRS..T'S COLLAR NOW, AND IF YOU SAY NO YOU MIGHT JUST BE THE FIRST FATALITY TONIGHT!"
The skunk (\_what does his hat brim say, Vitor? Victor? Vicar? Damn this smoke!)\_recoiled once, eyes showing white, but he nodded. He knew when he was outranked as well as outgunned. "Y-yes, Chief," he stammered, almost bowing in his effort to show respect. He'd heard of Chief Taurine, of course, even though he'd only been on base for three weeks. He didn't want to end up on hir bad side.
The overhead fans finally came on, titanium vents in the floors snapping open. The smoke swirled and rose, twisting into pillars of bone-white mist before disappearing out into the night above. Ruby swayed in the boom truck's basket, hooves scrambling for purchase in the metallic netting. Shi hated these baskets, hated heights even more, but Försåt... but Sonne needed hir.
"GET THE RIGHT ARM OFF NOW!" shi hollered into hir vox. The left arm was free up to the shoulder, a nasty wound clearly visible rolling out over the heavy muscles there. Blood trickled and spattered in bucketloads on the dock floor, which was a horrible reassurance. *His heart is still beating!* "YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES!"
The right forearm split and fell away moments later, techies from all three shifts climbing higher and working with manic speed. Reports continued to flood in over the comms, and Ruby's spirits were lifted by the news that Sonne's vitals were still readable. They weren't strong, his blood pressure dangerously low, wounds detected in every quadrant. Oxygen levels were crashing, breath sounds on one side only, and that was only when he infrequently drew breath.
Victor, whatever his name was, followed his orders well. The basket lurched to a stop some forty feet off the ground, next to the prostrate figure's helmet. Ruby's reflection was split, warped, magnified by the overlapping plates of composite materials and plasma-smoothed glazing, designed to resist temperatures that could melt steel and compounds that could eat through platinum. Techies raced back and forth along Försåt's vast armored back, loosening bolts in preparation for the helmet to be popped. Once the collar was removed, they would need to act fact.
A dozen strong arms wielding a dozen pneumatic wrenches knelt in anticipation, waiting for the go ahead.
"NIGHT SHIFT, WHERE-"
Thankfully, shi didn't have time to finish. With a sound like a building collapsing the right shoulder was freed, filling the air with the stench of burning fur and cooked flesh.
Ruby swung hir own impact wrench up underneath Försåt's chin, spying the cluster of three bolts that were hir responsibility. "I'm not about to let some young punks show me up," shi growled, holding on for dear life as thousands of pounds of torque were brought to bear on a bolt that could have pinned a tank to the ground. The basket jerked and spun as hir substantial mass was suddenly given some angular momentum, and shi had to bite back a cry of terror. "And you! You're not about to get out of this, mister. No, we're going to have a *talk!"*
One bolt down.
Two bolts.
Footsteps rang out, the pitter-patter of technicians scampering away from what was about to be a very large collision. Ruby was affixing the wrench head to the third bolt when hir boom truck also started backing away, taking hir with it. "HEY!" shi screamed into the vox, twisting awkwardly to try and flag down the driver. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!"
Hir fury was short-lived. The boom truck backed up in a wide, controlled arc until it was parked near the huge, twitching right paw that was being hastily stripped of individual finger armor components. The boom itself pivoted a moment later, bringing Ruby right back to hir bolt, but now without the impending threat of the driver being crushed when the helmet finally came loose.
"THANK... thank you!" shi gasped, digging in to the final bolt head with a vengeance. "Sorry! Good plan!"
The collar had more than one hundred bolts connecting it to the immense reinforced struts of the chestplate and the nigh-indestructible shell of the helmet. As soon as Ruby's last connection was freed a thin crease appeared in what had seemed like solid metal, and a high whistling reached hir ears. Shi did not like the sour, chemical smell leaking through the bolt holes, but the medics were already massing in the wings. High overhead the cranes were being slowly cradled into position, contact magnets winching down with painful reluctance. It would be more than a minute before they were able to extract the helmet on their own.
*Is that enough-*
Försåt's left arm jerked once, the entire titanic body canting to one side and shearing more hinges off the dock's doors. Another spasm, this one knocking a forklift aside and sending it tumbling cage over tread; thankfully one that had remained unused.
"Sonne!" Ruby shouted into the vox, queueing down to the frequency that should have been broadcasting inside that helmet.
The boom truck squeaked as it dug into the permanently-stained concrete floors, backing up with such speed Ruby was forced to drop to hir knees to avoid going over the railing. Shi would have gotten lower, but unfortunately hir anatomy did not allow for that. The normally-unflappable Assistant Chief watched helplessly as the giant thrashed, shuddering all over now.
And then shi thanked hir lucky stars, and hir observant driver, when the left arm slashed up through the air where just moments before shi had been standing. The padded palm drove hard into the base of the helmet, sparks flying from the collar. Another strike, and another, the behemoth pounding furiously at its own head.
The fourth knocked it away, sending it bouncing erratically into the next bay over and nearly toppling Alhambra.
Sonne, finally freed of Försåt's helmet, threw back his head and drew a thunderous breath. One ear slowly unfurled from where it typically lay against the hare's cheek, but the other was clearly punctured in several locations and hung limp, streaked with crimson.
For several moments there was no sound in the dock except for Sonne's labored but clearly welcome breaths, and the tapering chorus of fleeing footsteps. Technicians, medics, underpaid laborers and high-ranking officials only just arriving on the scene, all were transfixed by the sight of Panama Base's Pilot Commandant wheezing, still on all fours, still half inside the dock and half out.
"Victor," Ruby whispered into the vox, queueing for local bands only.
"Valkor," the skunk replied nervously. "Ma'am."
"Valkor, sorry. Please... please drive forward."
"Should we let the medics-"
"You will get a commendation for saving my life, twice, if you just put your foot on the gas pedal for three more seconds," shi pled, wiping away a tear. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"It's all right, ma'am, I was-"
"DRIVE, VALKOR!"
"Right! Right, sorry..."
Cheers started somewhere at the back of the docks and were quickly picked up by the various technicians still struggling to balance on Sonne's back. Technically, only the suit was referred to as Försåt, but the Pilots had long ago made it clear that, as long as a Pilot was in their Suit, they *were* the Suit. A compromise had to be reached, though, and the helmet was considered the piece de resistance.
Sonne looked blearily around and, wincing only very slightly, smiled at his audience. "Hi," he croaked, coughing once, blood trickling from his front teeth. "I'm... sorry about the doors..."
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH WORK IT'S GOING TO BE TO FIX THOSE DOORS?!" Ruby bellowed, voice carrying tremendously far as shi slowly drifted back towards Sonne's chin. The macro hare winced, since that also meant the tiny, furious deertaur was hollering right into his ear. His bad ear.
"I can-" he started.
"NOT MUCH WORK, ACTUALLY!" shi continued, waving hir arms. "WE CAN JUST DECOMMISSION ANOTHER DOCK AND MOVE THOSE DOORS DOWN HERE!"
Sonne, one hundred and eight feet from toe to brow (and another fifteen if you counted his ears, but he generally left that out), had to resist the instinct to cower from five foot six Ruby. "Are you... actually mad at me, Taurine? Right now?" he murmured.
The cheers were still intermittent, most of the technicians getting back to work. With the immediate danger of Pilot loss apparently handled, the rest of Försåt was being dismantled piece by piece and carted by crane to the back of the dock where it would be vertically reassembled for inspections and repairs. A lot of repairs, Ruby noted with dismay.
"Of course I'm not mad at you!" shi grunted, punching his muzzle with all the relative effect of a stray noodle. "I'm mad at Central! Who let you go on mission? No-one told me! YOU never told me! And don't call me Taurine while we're on duty! And what the hell happened out there? You should feel bad! I was worried! Say something!"
Sonne's jaw shivered as he suppressed a smile. He had the distinct impression smiling right now would only make things worse. "I was unaware I needed the Ground Crew Assistant Chief's permission to go on mission," he said dryly, wincing as his chest plate was finally being loosened. "And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to wake you up. No-one does," he added, a little defensively.
"WHY NOT?!"
"I... choose not to answer until I get a clean bill of health from the Nurse," Sonne said, hazarding what he hoped was a winning smile. "Maybe by then you'll have calmed down!"
"I AM CALM!" Ruby screeched, punching the hare once more before leaning in and burying hir face in his muzzle, tears streaming down hir face. "I AM PERFECTLY CALM RIGHT NOW!"
"Of course you are," he whispered, patting the boom truck's basket with one armored finger as the anthill of military life bustled around them. Rhythmic low-frequency thrums tickled his bones as the other four Pilots, macros one and all, arrived on the outside of the docks, shouting softly to one another. "Of course you are."
*Next Time...*
*The Debriefing*
*A Quick Checkup*
*Damage Control* |
Lakuta's Pokemon of Plaisir- Volume #2- Damel by Lakuta | #2 of Lakuta's Pokemon of Plaisir - Phew... okay, here it is. The one that took 6 bloody months. Though when you only count the days I actually spent writing, it only took about a week or so. From here on out, I will hopefully be writing more and more, you can hope to see the third chapter in | [
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From here on out, I will hopefully be writing more and more, you can hope to see the third chapter in about...
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"So let me check again to see if I've got this." Lakuta, crouched up on the bar stool, idly fiddling with the buttons on his Pokédex, scrolling through the countless descriptions he had picked up here and there. For some bizarre reason, it also tried to keep a count of the number of steps he was taking, though shaking it seemed to get the job done just fine.
"If I am not self-aware than I'm an animal, but if I am I'm a person, and humans are also people, but I am not a human, and Pokémon are neither animals, humans or my kind?"
Jack, coming over from serving a tall drink to an Aipom, leaned over the bar slightly to the twink of a wolf, having to take a few moments to decipher what Lakuta had said.
"Yeh that sounds about right. Though yeh couldn't exactly all me an expert on the matter. Anyway, how are you holding up after yeh big rest?"
"Oh, miles better, thank you! And I've certainly got some stories to tell..." Lakuta closed the lid of the red gadget, peering up at Jack, closely leaning over the bar towards the fiery figure, though he immediately sat back again as Jack was a fair bit taller than him. He often forgot just how large some of these creatures were, only emphasised by his own figure. Lakuta stretched his arms slowly, before adjusting his shoulder bag up a little. He had slept all night and all through the next day as well. It was only mid-afternoon by the time he finally woke up. Fortunately, Lakuta now felt well-rested and fully recovered.
Gradually, Lakuta rotated his gaze out to the rest of the bar. This evening was certainly a quiet one in comparison to when he was here last. The sounds only resonated with a low chatter, dulcet and delicate, as if the atmosphere of the finest restaurant had been placed into the bar... which also happened to be in a brothel. Each small rounded table perfectly matched the mood with a small candle neatly placed in the middle of each, and towards the left wall an open flame in a fireplace gave the place a welcoming sensation, the dancing flames mesmerizing Lakuta for a good few minutes in a silent trance.
Above all other sounds could be heard slow blues music coming from one corner of the bar. He had heard it a few times before, the 3/4 beat of jive and joy: a sound sure to liven up any classy establishment. Though for all his travels, this was the first time he had ever heard it used in such a way. Cool, yet warming; Elegant, yet concentrated. It cast Lakuta's mind to another time, in which he was the guest of an ancient tribe, treated to exotically spiced meats and a spectacular fire-dance under a pale gibbous. It was the same vibe: seemingly bursting with energy, but also methodical, precise and enclosed with layer after layer of talent and practice. And for the slightest moment, Lakuta could feel himself transported back to his homelands, and all the adventure that was still left to be had there, just waiting for him now.
Lakuta let out a small sigh, before shaking his head, getting himself back in gear. Adventurers like him should never be brought down by such things! If it was the last thing he did, he'll find adventure here for sure. A huge brothel like this? So diverse? So many doors and sections? This place had secrets to be uncovered, there was no doubt about it. It was simply a matter of finding them. For now, however, his attention shifted back to the sounds of the band. Upon the small corner platform of varnished dark oak was a set of 4 Pokémon, of whom he had registered previously but only now did he truly have a good look at.
On the drums was a Machamp, a drumstick in each of his 4 hands, thus able to play a quiet and complex beat only a finely tuned ear of music could take apart (which Lakuta certainly didn't have). Playing some kind of unknown string instrument was a Kricketune. It seemed strapped to his front and had two sets of strings, one in base and one in treble on either side. The sound it produced was sharp and seemingly ideal for the rest of the band. Skilfully working a long saxophone was an Ursaring, casually covered by aviator shades as he played the main tune of the songs. The last one was a slight anomaly. Whilst the other 3 faced the rest of the bar, the other sat up at a piano, promptly facing away.
It was a Blaziken, decorated by a dark beige fedora, a lit cigarette in his beak, and dancing his fingers over the piano in a way Lakuta hadn't ever seen before! Each key was struck perfectly, with a blurring motion such that 3 fingers on each claw-hand easily appeared as 6, with only one of his 3-clawed feet needed to work each of the 3 pedals to play. The piano was a part of him, one with him even, working the keys as a master pianist would, with intense yellow and blue eyes that never left the grand instrument for a single moment.
The focus of the Pokémon was almost unnerving. And the more Lakuta stared, the more the sounds of the piano became all he could hear. He felt like he could fall into a trance all over again, this time over the notes he played, but was interrupted abruptly by Jack with a tap on the shoulder. Lakuta swivelled himself back around, flicking his ear in embarrassment, though he wasn't entirely certain what he was embarrassed about.
"Oy! Yeh gonna lose yerself if you stare too much, Li'l Lak, heheh. Anyway, yeh said something about a story?"
"Oh! Yes! That's right..." He slowly put his hands into his pockets, smiling sheepishly to himself.
"Well I was running myself a bath when-" He stopped almost as soon as he began due to his paw discovering something in his pocket: paper. The note that had been left for him with his shorts. Jack, however, was having none of his silence. Of course he already knew everything that had happened with him and Pruina, but hearing it from Lakuta would have made him chuckle regardless.
"Go on, what happened, eh?"
Lakuta was sill silent. He spent about 20 seconds of thought pondering his next response. His head dipped down slightly, the next few seconds slowing down to days in his mind, as the feeling of the note took him back to the morning after. The several minutes he had spent simply staring at those shorts. For a moment, Lakuta got lost in the flashback, blissfully unaware that fate had decided that something even more significant was happening in those few moments- something Lakuta didn't even see. The Blaziken did nothing more than look up from his piano, towards Jack, indicating down to Lakuta, before immediately going back to focus on his piano playing. Jack needed little more.
"Hey, I was wondering. You wouldn't happen to know who wrote this not-" He was interrupted once again, this time by Jack who, with a slight grin of excitement, spoke more quietly and quickly to him.
"Get yerself ready Lakuta. You've got yeh night booked up."
"W-What? What are you talking about? No, I was wondering if you-"
"I got to go serve some people now. Make yerself look good. Be at room 2-12 in about three hours. And remember to take deep breaths!"
With that, Jack glided away from Lakuta down to the other end of the bar. Lakuta just sat there, jaw slightly dropped, completely lost for words. Was Jack inviting him for sex? It was certainly out of the blue. And why did he just run off like that? And what did he say about deep breaths? What was Lakuta supposed to do for 3 more hours? He supposed he could pay for a drink.
It occurred to Lakuta just then that everything he had received so far had been freebies. He wondered if he should buy a drink, if for no other reason than to try and pay this place back for giving him a place to stay. He supposed that his money wouldn't be much use in getting him home again either. In spite of this, he felt it necessary to keep it on his person for now. Just in case of emergency, as he didn't seem to have a whole lot left. If the worst came to it, he could always see how much one of his relics would be worth.
Lakuta looked around again, wondering what else he could do in the meantime. Giving a pouting sigh, he slid off the stool, heading into the hallway he had gone into yesterday for his icy encounter. All the rooms down here were G, followed by a number. Thus the logical assumption was that room 2-12 would fall upon the second floor.
On the way up, he passed by a few framed pictures, mostly scenery, but with one showing an extremely old picture of a small group of Pokémon standing outside the Plaisir building. One of whom he recognised was a slightly younger-looking Jack, bearing a particularly smug smirk, though he could make out none of the others. Above the large double-doored entrance hung a humble banner with "GRAND OPENING" written in fine characters on it. Lakuta stared thoughtfully, pondering just how long this place had been running. He wasn't staring for more than a minute or so though. He had somewhere to be, after all. And indeed, after a small trip up the stairs, he was in a hallway seemingly identical to the ground floor.
The 12th room was a small walk towards one of the rooms at the very end, with the door planted just like any other, with its number proudly displayed overhead. Lakuta reached up to open the door, when he realised that he didn't even have a key to the place. What was he going to do now then? Another sigh escaped him as he looked out of the window at the end of the corridor, far into the mountainous skylines as afternoon slowly turning into evening on the horizon.
Only now, in the new light could he see some more details of this range of steep hills. The base was scattered with dense forest that almost resembled jungle in some areas, higher up it got less thick, instead dominated by familiar moor and grassland. Only some of the tallest peaks he could see had snow, though from what he could tell the snow that was up there went thoroughly deep.
Upon the twisting slopes of the hills, Lakuta could have sworn he noticed something. A small blue flicker of light, lasting a split second. He blinked a couple of times; it was likely a reflection of a river that ran nearby, down from the hills into the forests. Sure enough, there was no abnormal light after looking again; simply the running waters. He smiled at its simple beauty for a moment, curious about the landscapes beyond here, and what sort of magic a society of such diversity could spawn.
Eventually, however, Lakuta began wondering about the door. Perhaps he should go down back into the bar and bring it up with Jack, though he did seem very busy when he wandered off. Lakuta thought for a few moments, before consulting his shoulder bag. Of course it contained anything a self-respecting adventurer would possess: a compass, long lengths of rope, a concealed weapon, a survivalist knife and a few more little items that have proved very convenient in the past. One such item was a high-quality lock pick.
Lakuta justified that since he was supposed to be in there anyway, then there was no harm in letting himself in as long as he didn't damage the lock. Lakuta took it out, carefully slotting it into the hole, to begin his work. It took one or two attempts, even with his experience. Picking a lock is one thing, but leaving no evidence it had been picked took a little more focus. With a little bit of a jiggle however, he soon heard the satisfying click of the lock, the smooth hinges guiding the door as it glided open for him.
As far as room shape was concerned, it was identical to what he had previously been in, with the two huge glass panes opposite him, and a corridor to the right, as well as a TV in the right wall. To his surprise however, the furniture seemed slightly different that was he saw before. Instead of a green sofa to his left was a huge brown leather armchair, and next to that hung what seemed to be a bulging punching bag, scratched and nearly torn in many places.
In fact, now that he padded further into the room and got a closer look, the armchair too had the occasional claw mark embedded into the surface. The curiosity of Lakuta lead him to slowly sit down in this armchair, his gentle rear resting into the seat, allowing himself to sink into the soft, crisp embrace of the leather. It seemed very much so that It was designed for someone much taller than him with a back rest that went right above his head. Lakuta adjusted himself to a better posture; his feet managed to rest on the floor, but just barely.
Lakuta spent the next couple of minutes in neutral silence, drumming his paw fingers on one of the arms of the newfound chair, staring left to right several times. Alas, patience wasn't always one of his more refined qualities. Soon he was up again, stepping around the room, simply switching the light on and off, having a few goes with the punching bag (though he quickly gave up on that one) and staring out of the window with an inert gaze. Turning back, he took note of the television. Though he couldn't find a remote, the side of it had a set of buttons for turning it on and off, volume, and channel control. With nothing better to do right now, he thought he may as well switch it on- see what kind of entertainment there was around these parts.
Time seemed to pass more smoothly now, with the added entertainment of the screen for his pleasure. He seemed to pick up a surprising amount of exposition from the news alone. Trainers, gyms, routes, berries, such unique culture, as well as even more new Pokémon- truly a whole new world of possibility.
\* \* \*
Damel, finally having finished his last song, as well as his last cigarette, leant back from the keys, straining a little as he heard a series of cracks up his spine, before sighing with relief as he leant down again, closing up the piano lid. He didn't smile, not yet anyway. Instead he embraced a brief moment of quietness and peace. Of course it didn't last long. It never did.
"Hey Damel!" The Ursaring leant against the wall casually, aviators perched on his forehead, with folded arms. And behind a devilish grin was in fact a great deal of challenge.
"Hope you'll be sticking round for the aftermath of our party tonight, you owe me big time."
Damel looked up to him, before giving a small smirk, getting up slowly, tilting his hat down a tad and closing his eyes. His voice was quiet, relatively deep, but oozing a daunting confidence.
"Yeah. You'd love that, wouldn't you. Heh, sorry Bertie. I got other plans for tonight"
"Eeeehh. Snagged some more prey, have you?"
"Yeah, this one's a real cutie. Looks like our little rivalry will have to be put on hold for tonight."
The Ursaring gave a soft scowl, tilting his head up and looking out to the bar.
"pfft... you ain't foolin' me with that 'cool guy' attitude. You just put it on all the time to be the mysterious one, hoggin' all the damn attention."
Damel chuckled softly, before turning away from him, walking to the exit of the bar.
"Yeah, you're probably right... But I know you love it."
"Hey you! Why I oughtta..." The Ursaring stopped mid-sentence. Damel was already gone. He cursed him for being so cocky, then cursed himself for being so driven towards that cockiness.
Meanwhile, Damel was making his way back to his room. His place of residence in this vast sexual empire wasn't much, granted. Certainly not as eccentric as what some of the others get up to in Captivate or Dark Pulse. But here in the most public areas? It had a homely feel to it. Plus, being able to live and work where people first come in gave him some of the first picks to any creature that took his fancy, which certainly never hurts. He always felt like if he ever accepted the offered promotion to higher (or lower) areas, he'd lose something in the way he did things.
Case in point, Damel was very much interested to see what he was about to have access to. He had seen one or two others like the one he'd got himself tonight, though this would be his first time truly getting to know one from the 'inside out'.
Once he was on his floor, he reached back into his shining feathery hair, emerging a set of keys. He tossed them into the air a few times before making it to his door. He opened it thinking he'd have a small break, then track down where Jack had put his entertainment to wait, however...
\* \* \*
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Lakuta was glued to the screen, entranced by so many new and interesting stories of these lands. Humans seemed to be the prime species when it came to urban development, yet Pokémon were at its heart wherever he looked. It seemed that humans and Pokémon here symbiotically relied on each other for development of living in many places. Still, even though all that, where he was right now seemed even more special than that. Pokémon undoubtedly owned this area and everything in it.
To stretch his legs, Lakuta stood up from the armchair once more, switching off the television and doing a few small exercises on the spot, before staring out back to the hills. He'd been inside a building for over 24 hours now, more than he was used to. The diverse landscapes of the wilds were calling to him, as was the silently promised adventure of the new biomes. It was only as Lakuta was beginning to wonder when someone would arrive that he turned back around again, and froze in shock as he stood face-to-face with another figure, standing equally motionless in the now open doorway.
Lakuta's eyes, Damel's eyes, both of them glanced at each other, neither one of them initially sure of what to say. Though whereas Lakuta's expression was of mere confusion, Damel had a bit more of an intensity to his look. It seemed to him that the young wolf had found a way in without the keys. And as Damel analysed Lakuta's stunned silence, he immediately ceased the opportunity to take control of the situation, taking a slow step forwards, shutting the door behind him. Lakuta was at a social disadvantage here, and Damel would not let that go to waste.
By now, the sun had disappeared below the horizon, leaving a much darker environment between the two beings. The silence persisted, though the awkwardness gave way to a new tension of who would make a significant action first.
Lakuta gazed forward, seeing a frame of darkness, with a daunting familiar figure standing there. It was the piano player; he was certain of it. Was this his room?
Damel gazed forward, seeing a flustered, vulnerable creature in front of the faintest slither of a crescent moon in the skyline. What to do with him first?
Removing his hat, Damel stepped forwards again, laying it down on a hook next to his punching bag. His movements were unnervingly slow. At closer range, Lakuta could notice a grin on the Blaziken's beak, causing him to hold his hands out in front of him with a degree of shyness. The way the Pokémon moved wasn't at all threatening- quite the opposite, in fact. It was serpent-like, seeming to beckon Lakuta in with his stare and grin; a look that, instead of angrily threatening him to remain in place, hooked his mind to remain still out of respect, or awe, or even seduction. Damel, finally sure that he'd made a first impression, moved onto the next phase, stepping directly towards Lakuta, speaking with a voice that filled the room.
"So... I come back from my day's work only to find you waiting for me? I must say... I am truly touched."
Damel, seeing Lakuta standing there subdued, began turning his head to a small oil lamp on the wall next to the chair. From his beak, a tiny plume of fire shot into the glass casing, providing a dim orange illumination to the place. Lakuta was under his spell. As a matter of fact, Damel was confident he could have taken the wolf there and then. But it had been too long since he'd had a chance to play around with someone like this. Damel opted to start slowly stepping around Lakuta, who was still grinding gears in his mind to come up with something to say. His circling was now a little unnerving, but not once did stepping away occur to him. And although it was a small voice, Lakuta succeeded in coming out with something.
"Good- Good evening sir. I, I'm sorry for breaking in. Jack didn't give me the keys, and so I couldn't get in, b-but then I had nowhere else I could go, and then-"
Damel quickly ceased the fem's ramblings, placing one avian claw over Lakuta's muzzle, his movements coming to a standstill, simply staring once more, his optics giving a glare that pierced Lakuta, yet still with the dull smirk that kept Lakuta in line.
"You know... I was really looking forward to a break before I found you. Seems peace and quiet is something that wishes to avoid me."
Lakuta was just about to put himself into another string of apologies, but after a few moments of the Blaziken's stare, one that seemed to examine him like a prized item, Lakuta's brain started ticking again, and though his body remained in his hypnosis, he took this time to begin piecing some things together. First and foremost, this Pokémon had sexual intent, that much was clear. It must have been arranged previously, Jack had to be in on it. At least with this scenario, letting himself into the room was a bit more justified. In situations like this one, Lakuta would usually be giving a few smirks of his own, but looking over the daunting figure, Damel's mannerisms kept him in his place. He did, however, succeed in giving a bit more of a composed response.
"Well, I suppose I'm already here... maybe I can help you relax?"
"mmm..." Damel's smirk became a grin very soon. Seemed the little one had found some confidence. Damel's tri-claws now slowly glided down Lakuta's front, surprised at the texture. Even from a distance it seemed soft, but now feeling it, it was warm silk to the touch, delightful and delicate.
"Oh, I'm sure that you can." It would have been nice to have played this out a little longer. Questions such as 'And what could you do to relax me?' or 'Maybe there is some way you can make it up to me?' The words spoken before the action, the calm before the storm, the setup, the build-up. Alas, Damel was feeling a little needy this evening, and was more than eager to get underway.
Damel began a soft push on Lakuta's chest, immediately ensuring he would begin stepping backwards in a guided path towards his armchair, though just before Lakuta would fall backwards over the leather, Damel initiated his first rapid movement, for less than half a second a blur, spawning back behind Lakuta, already sat on his chair. And the second swift motion, directed at both his claws, as precise and as controlled as his piano playing, was aimed at his new toy.
Lakuta had not a moment to react as Damel slipped around him before he felt his right forearm clutched and yanked harshly around, another tug jerking his body between his dom's legs, leant forwards, his left paw supporting himself against Damel's shoulder. Damel himself wasted no time in getting his other claw to the back of Lakuta's skull, gripping it with an unapologetic sting that came from sharp talons digging into Lakuta's head. Lakuta was still, and a little tense, opting to remain submitted to him, by now the dominating grip, and the sharp claws dragging through the back of his head gave Lakuta a flushed gaze and a quiet moan, ears lowering a small amount from this treatment.
Last night with Pruina had been something magical, but Lakuta knew he was a sub at heart, and this Blaziken was certainly not afraid to get under his skin. His body began relaxing into Damel's hold, as Lakuta began looking over his frame, this time admiring a shape which hid very little. Like Jack, an abnormal warmth radiated from Damel's body, though this only aided in Lakuta's softening. It was such that by the time he glanced back up to meet Damel's eyes, Lakuta was smirking sharply, giving a gaze of stirring desire for the male.
A third movement, the final piece of the puzzle, the last thing to start the engine. Damel keeping his hold firm, dragged Lakuta upwards towards him, his hard beak, sharp at the end parting slightly, and tilting, embracing the boy in a kiss, though it was unlike any sort of kiss Lakuta had felt. The beak remained open, and moved up and down a little over Lakuta's maw, the sharp ends dragging across Lakuta just enough that felt it, surprisingly gentle in comparison to the hold that was allowing the kiss to take place.
For the first time in a while, the Blaziken's eyes were shut, and Lakuta was rendering up more and more control to him, with his neck going limp, paws moving off the shoulder and gently rubbing Damel's front, and his weight effortlessly supported by the clamped claws.
Lakuta could soon feel a tongue begin sliding through, exploring the very opening to his maw to get a feel for his own tongue. It was unlike anything the wolf had felt before from a kiss: the tongue was vine-like, tapered at the tip, round instead of flat, and got thicker the further down Lakuta could feel. Of even more significance was the fact that said tongue was moving like it were its own entity, slithering around to the roof of Lakuta's maw, sliding against the roof of it, before coiling downwards, wrapping once around Lakuta's tongue tightly.
Damel's beak parted more, his head tilted further so that it locked around the side of Lakuta's jaws. Lakuta could feel a hot breath engulf his nasals, and whether it was because of his type or his recent cigarette, it had a very pungent smoky scent. A good few minutes went by with this merging, Lakuta's ears falling back behind his head, over Damel's talons, his eyes eventually closing alongside Damel's. And, as one of Damel's eyes opened again, checking up on the boy, seeing his complete numb relaxation, his tongue uncoiled itself, and rested gently in his maw for a split second, before making its next, less tender move.
What Lakuta felt next was sharp, fierce, and contained a hypnotising brutality. His eyes shot open again, wide and frozen, to the feeling of that same tongue, much longer than he would have ever assumed, shooting down his maw into his throat. For the first few moments, his insides, trained over the years to not even flinch to this kind of thing, was fine, but it wasn't long before the depth was rivalling even the largest of packages, forcing out a deep gag. Lakuta's hands dropped down, hanging by his sides. He tried wriggling his head the tiniest bit, but the split second he did so, Damel was fully forcing himself upon the wolf, his legs tightly wrapping around Lakuta's, propping him up as his tongue only slid further down, a happy violation for Damel, a searing suffocation for Lakuta, who began struggling further, barely able to breathe.
As Lakuta's eyes strained to focus on something, he could see that Damel's eyes were very much open again, and had that same fixated glare he had back in the bar, as he toyed with the piano keys. It was one that took what it wanted and gave nothing back. Lakuta could see there and then that he would not be getting out of whatever this fire-type had in store. And despite Lakuta's best efforts, his head didn't budge one bit. Then again, there was a majority portion of Lakuta by now who, despite the coughing, wanted to remain like this forever, even trying to fight his struggles, moving his head upwards to give something back in the kiss, rubbing his own tongue up against Damel's.
Damel let out a sound: low and gruff, somewhere between a growl and a pleasured, perverted sigh, and carried with it sadistic implication. As he saw the poor little wolf begin to lose strength, he granted a temporary mercy, letting go of Lakuta's head, immediately allowing Lakuta to throw his head backwards. A couple of tears were at his eyes as he gazed upwards towards the ceiling, coughing up Damel's saliva, spluttering it out over his muzzle, wheezing to catch his breath. The spectacle was most entertaining, and exactly the sort of result Damel had hoped for. But of course, he couldn't have Lakuta fully catching his breath on his watch.
The talons which once held Lakuta's head now jab forwards, closing tightly around the back of his neck with fierce grip. Lakuta yelped for a moment, but managed to take note of the fact that the hold was very specifically placed that blood flow was untouched. Though to say that Lakuta felt at ease would still be false, as those sharp claws were now digging into the front of Lakuta's neck, the lowest one pressing softly into the area between his collarbone, compressing a vulnerable section of his windpipe. And while it didn't cut off Lakuta's breathing, it was enough to increase the rate of his breaths, his tongue hanging out a little as he panted.
Besides that, however, Damel had squeezed a great deal of strength out of Lakuta, leaving him helpless. Lakuta's eyes began to drop down again, this time with a brand new sight. In time he has been gagging on Damel's tongue, a large red member had sprouted upwards, and the claw not around his neck was stroking the bottom of it slowly, letting the rod jump upwards in succession, a tiny string of pre hanging from a pointed tip.
Damel's attention was elsewhere, tilting Lakuta's head back a small amount, his jaws hung open to display a soft, pink-red maw, strings of saliva connecting the top and bottom halves of the muzzle, the view of him going all the way back to a particularly inviting throat.
It was difficult for Lakuta to focus still, but he knew for a fact that there was only one thing on his mind there and then. And Damel, having seen what he had access to, had the exact same thing planned. Leaning back into his armchair, he tilted his bulging shaft forwards a little to point at Lakuta. The scent was hazy, thick and intoxicating, and invited Lakuta down towards it with an irresistible urge. Lakuta tried pushing his head down, only resulting in the further compression of his throat, coughing again, but still trying to get closer, the scent growing stronger by the millimetres closer he reached.
Damel, of course, wanted nothing more at this point than to move onto the main event, but he had to admit that seeing Lakuta struggle towards it like this was a great deal of fun. Damel let out a soft chuckle, gently easing Lakuta downwards, such that, even as Lakuta now desperately pointed his tongue outwards, he just barely missed his package.
"Does the little wolf want to take me that badly, mmmm?"
Damel tilted his head upwards as he leaned back, glaring down at Lakuta with the wide grin of a madman and the authority of a dangerous lord.
"Beg."
Lakuta, now completely entranced by the musk, glanced upwards again, head tilted a little. There was a mild look of confusion among panting desperation. Damel simply remained in place, the slick tongue sliding over his beak.
"You heard me, dear... if you want my dick, I want to hear you beg for it."
Even in much less intense circumstances, Lakuta had little reservation about begging in the manner. It only added to a passionate foreplay, after all. But right here, right now, not only did he not mind begging, he was fully pleading, his wheezing voice fully feminine, a couple of tears still hanging at his cheeks, excitedly going over the top with his beg. It was all he could do with the last of his strength to prevent an eager smirk.
"P-Please sir... I crave your shaft too much... I want my throat to be worn like a sleeve over you, fucked 'till there's nothing left that isn't jammed into my thro-"
As what seemed to be a common occurrence that night, Lakuta got silenced before he could finish what he was saying. Though when previously it had been a finger to the lips, another voice, or the elusive note, this interruption was unyielding, as Damel slammed Lakuta's head downwards, driving his shaft against smooth canine flesh, forcing his maw properly open. Within the first push, his tip, his head, and even the first parts of his shaft slid into the throat's entrance, Lakuta wincing, but not yet gagging.
Holding onto Damel's legs for some support, Lakuta tried to aid his dom, pushing his head a little further downwards. Damel, however, had it all planned out. He started to drag Lakuta's head back again, to a point where only the very tip touched upon the back of his tongue, the wolf's maw filling with a slick spit and precum mixture. Musk once wavering into his nose was now marking itself into Lakuta's flesh, scent becoming an immensely addictive taste as he wraps his tongue over whatever he can get hold of.
Nevertheless, before he got too comfortable, Lakuta could feel another ram downwards, this time a great deal further, the avian shaft impaling Lakuta's frontal depths with numbing ferocity, the front of his neck bulging out slightly from the stuffing. He began coughing again, hard, though they barely came out as coughs at all; more like the smallest of splutters as he felt the length pursue to a depth that rivalled the tongue treatment he had previously received. Well over half way down, holding Damel's thighs tightly, barely able to accommodate what was already there, he could feel himself getting raised a little once more, though this time the steel-hard breeding tool never left his throat.
There was a pause, muffled whimpers emanating from Lakuta, before one more push had Lakuta's face buried beneath crotch fur. This was almost too much to handle, and Lakuta was tugging at Damel's thighs frantically, barely able to get any air through himself at all. His face was a deep red, and almost sweating form the roasting heat swelling inside him, alongside the embrace of Damel's feathery fire-type fur.
As for Damel's status? His head still tilted upwards, but his gaze went outwards, above and beyond his wolf toy. His tongue hung out slightly, as he let out a rough, pleasured sigh. And along with that outlet of breath came a jet of flames that illuminated above Lakuta for a few moments, dissipating in the middle of the room. His smile was now smug, and when he felt the tug at his thighs, a signal from the hole he was drilled into, one of his 3-pronged talons, no longer holding his cock, moved to grab one of Lakuta's wrists, bringing it round his back, all the way so that his other wrist could also be wrenched free of holding onto anything. By the end of it, whilst one claw kept an ever warning grip on Lakuta's neck, the other tightly secured his wrists behind his back.
At this point Lakuta was fully choking on the dick, coughing up the thick, inner throat saliva that he had, along with more frequent trails of pre, all over the lower ends of Damel's shaft, as well as his crotch. Craving more than just resting at depth, Damel soon began lifting Lakuta's head up for another time, not nearly as far, and not nearly for as long, immediately jamming his hips upwards against Lakuta's maw, the same motion repeating a few times, getting more rapid with each thrust. It wasn't long before Lakuta's head was getting carelessly jerked downwards against the motions, the sliding motions of the throat fucking just barely enough that Lakuta could get small amount of air flowing through him.
Another fiery jet shot from Damel, this time tilted downwards, a lone ember just barely missing Lakuta's swishing tail. Of course the Blaziken didn't want his flames to touch such a delicate creature below him. But dear arceus was it fun seeing just how close he could get it.
After a good few minutes of this rough treatment, Lakuta glanced up again, staring wide-eyed and desperately at Damel, who soon met Lakuta's gaze with a fully merciless expression, maintaining a hard eye contact as his shaft claimed Lakuta's frontal fuck-hole. The sickly precum saliva concoction was now dribbling down the underside of Lakuta's maw, onto his chest, the lustful scents of Damel embedding itself into the fur. Nothing seemed to hold this beast back now, and the eye-contact they shared meant they both knew the only way that this would end.
Damel was ready for unloading, and wasn't going to milk this out any longer than he needed to. No more words, no more begging, no more toying- here and now he would finish this. His dick jumped up a good few times, a rushing sensation creeping up from within the pianist, ready to unload at any moment.
Lakuta meanwhile was barely able to think, let alone comprehend what was coming, his top half getting repeatedly tossed and pounded back and forth like a ragdoll.
It began with a sudden pause, a massive wave of pleasure injecting itself into the Blaziken's body, as he held down the wolf all the way once more. After a few seconds like this, brief, harsh impacts of his hips went against Lakuta, as a huge jet of hot cum began pumping his insides. And then another. And then another still.
Lakuta managed to come to his senses a little from this: the cum was not just hot by the standards of one's seed, this fluid almost burned inside him. A few more degrees and it may have even dome some damage. As it was, Lakuta could only just barely handle it. With that being said, at these depths, keeping it down was the only this he was physically capable of. He tilted his attention upwards to perceive a feral lust of a stare from his attacker, up towards the ceiling, embers and a little bit of smoke floating from the nostrils at his beak.
It was unlike anything Lakuta had felt before, and a part of him just wanted to remain there. But with the addition of the boiling load, the depth began making him feel faint. Damel, as much as he was having fun with himself, knew when to back off, and he certainly didn't want this one to pass out. With one final movement, his claws, his legs, everything except his shaft moved off Lakuta, which Lakuta himself wrenched his head backwards to be free of. The force required, combined with his hazy state, had him falling backwards onto the floor, able to do nothing but gasp for air as Damel's cum got coughed up, bit by bit.
Of course, this was simply more amusement for the one still in the chair, as a final sigh of satisfaction was followed by Damel staring at the pathetic figure, recovering from his treatment.
Once Lakuta's breathing was reduced to a soft pant, Damel stood up, approaching the femboy from behind, lifting him like he was made of tissue paper, making him stand up straight. To clean off what was left on his length, he softly rubbed himself into the fluffy pelt of Lakuta's back. It had been out long enough now that it was a very pleasant warmth to Lakuta. And, with both his claws now wrapped around his torso, helping him to stand, Damel leaned down, gliding his exotic tongue up Lakuta's nape, gently rubbing his beak against the top of his head. His voice was still low, and demanded constant respect, but in the words was also softness, and comfort.
"You were a wonderful experience..."
Lakuta's face, which had all but returned to normal, became slightly flushed once again. In spite of everything, he couldn't help but tilt his head upwards, giving a delicate nuzzle to his captor, returning a soft lick, even managing a pleasant smile.
"Thanks... you were amazing as well."
For a good 5 minutes they stood there, warmed by the fire type in the orange glow of the oil lamp. The stand-up spooning only ended once Damel began to stand up straight, letting go of Lakuta to let him stand by himself. It felt almost unreal to Lakuta, such a high intensity, followed by such a calming down-time. As if he had just woken up from a long dream. Damel, now smirking again, walked over to the door, picking up his hat, resting it upon himself, as well as picking up a pack of smokes from the nearby shelf, tucking it safely into the grand feathers at his head.
"I gotta go now babe. People to see. No rest for the wicked, heh. Feel free to clean yourself off in the bathroom before you go. See you around."
His smile faded a little, as he looked back to the door. With another sigh, appearing more focused, more repressed, much like he had when Lakuta had first laid eyes upon him, he was out of the door, off to an afterparty he had been putting off for some time now.
\* \* \*
"And I swear on me mother it was the furthest I'd ever seen someone shoot out their load in me life!"
Jack, giving a rather amusing story to some drinkers, rested against the back of the bar, cleaning the last of his glasses in preparation for the bustle that would soon come with the night time shenanigans. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he picked out a rather ditzy-looking Lakuta, who made his way back over to the bar, resting his head sideways on the counter, smiling, even laughing happily to himself. Jack was right on top of it.
"What I tell yeh, booked up night, take deep breaths, looks like you've had the time of yeh life, lad."
Lakuta managed a slow nod, giggling a bit, before sitting up again, resting his maw on his hands.
"He was... eheh, interesting to say the least."
Lakuta looked to Jack, who was simply shaking his head with a grin all of his own. The wolf was just about to get down from the bar stool, when he realised that he didn't have anywhere else to go. Of course, there was still the matter of payment, and of course the note. He sat up straight and began opening his bag.
"Hey, umm. So I think until I find a way to get home, I may as well stick around here. I... I don't really have any money on me at the moment, but I do have some other things, if trade is negotiable."
Lakuta fumbled around in his bag. Surely there had to be something in here he could afford to get rid of. Nothing with magical properties if he could help it. Ah-ha! Bingo! Lakuta took out a small, dark green pouch, secured closed by a yellow string.
"Trade? Well, I'm not usually one for it, makes business a little hard, ya see. There ain't many who would-"
For the first time today, it was Lakuta who managed to stop someone else mid-sentence. The bag, once turned upside down, placed onto the counter a series of coins, pure gold, and pressed into a special shape. Thousands of years old, they were, but Lakuta hoped they'd be enough. Jack, not even knowing where to begin, picked them up, giving them a very close examination.
"Now... where does a cute li'l thing like you pick up treasures such as these, eh?"
Lakuta gave his shoulders a bashful shrug, his smile becoming more friendly, and more relaxed. It seemed to be that they would be enough.
"I collect things like this in my travels. Each a little piece of history. Do you... think that they'll be able to pay for anything?"
Jack, now positive that they were genuine, placed the coins back in the pouch, taking it off the counter and placing it in a safe under the bar, where a lot of excess cash money was stored.
"I know a maniac who'll buy them for a high price, let's just say that. Once I made the exchange I'll deduct however much you should have been charged already and give the rest back to yeh tax-free, how does that sound?"
Lakuta, in relief, nodded his head quickly. He wasn't sure how much this was gonna get him... heck, even if he did end up with an amount, he wouldn't know if it could buy him a house or a pencil sharpener with it. All more things he'd have to learn on the way, he supposed.
Jack leant forwards over the counter a little. With the amount these coins would probably be worth, the Typhlosion would be sure to make a big-spender out of this creature. He gets only the best, and Jack gets the profits. The way he saw it, everyone would come out a winner.
"Now, how's about we find you a good-quality place to sleep for the night, eh? |
In After Dark by Ceeb | #68 of Pokemon EVEN MORE GODDAMN POKEMON This is for Aurastrasza, and I went ham on it. :V I really like punky, sweaty, bitchy dickgirls, what can I say? The world needs more of them. <3 Thumbnail background is from Bulbapedia. Kahnso and writing (C) me Leorajh and Aura (C) FA: aurastrasza Lycanroc | [
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Leorajh hugged the stack of papers to his slim breast. He peeped at Aura over the tops of his narrow, trendy glasses. His voice was ripe with sarcasm when he asked, "Is there anything *else?"*
A smile from Mayor Aura could mean anything; she could hold excellent poker faces. The trick was to read her eyes, and Leorajh could see mischief in them. Playing with the ends of her pen, pinning it between her index fingers, she said, "Well, *yes,* actually - and how I appreciate that proactive attitude of yours."
"Uhn," Leorajh huffed.
The pretty wolf laughed, leaning back in her chair. She clutched the pen and thumbed its blunt end. "We have a new intern, her name is Vanessa. When I last saw her, she seemed rather shy, so I believe she could use some help getting used to things here."
Now Leorajh put on a smile of his own. He tilted his head, licked one of his saber teeth. "Now, just so we're perfectly clear, miss Mayor--."
"If you can manage it, go ahead," Aura dryly said, "but I have the feeling she will not be very receptive. Obviously I do not formally condone your attempts at sleeping with everyone who enters this building, but what you do with yourself is, as it has always been, your own business." She set down her pen and gestured at the door. "I digress. Try to make her feel a little more at home." Watching Leorajh turn to leave, she added in the unruffled tone of an afterthought, "Do tell me how things go, though. All the little details."
"But of course," said Leorajh, smiling.
He went off, attending to his interoffice duties with the usual amount of care and finesse which he was marginally less known for than his girly physique and sexual precociousness. Everything was sorted; filed; filled out; laid neatly on the appropriate desks - and all before the lunch break.
He found Vanessa not in the break room but out in the plaza, sitting on one of the benches reading a yellowed novel with a well-broken spine: *Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail.* Taking her in from afar, Leorajh was immediately interested. For the prettyboy sabertooth to not wish to sleep with a new face at the office was a rare thing. He wasn't even all that picky, but he wasn't exactly a slut, either; it was so complicated he'd given up trying to even define what made him lust after so many others.
Back on course, he found that Vanessa was pretty by any standard. She was a Pokemon he had not seen before - a Lycanroc. She was on the short side, perhaps five feet tall, but with a very feminine figure. Her curves couldn't match Leorajh's, but he didn't often meet ladies who could boast such proportions. He didn't particularly care for the modest long skirt and the high-necked blouse, thinking the outfit made her look puritanical, but sometimes that was cover for a cock-hungry little hellion. Leorajh never judged by clothes.
"Hello there," he smoothly introduced himself. "My name is--."
"Leorajh, yes, I know," Vanessa said, glancing up from her novel with a withering blue gaze. "You're Mayor Aura's assistant. I know all about you." She said it in such a way as to imply *don't try it, slut.*
The feline was startled, but didn't show it on his face. He blinked, widened his smile, and tentatively offered her his paw. "Yes, well," he murmured, "still no reason to shirk an introduction, right? It's nice to meet you, Vanessa."
She took his paw, shook it stiffly and went right back to her novel, nose nearly against the pages. She enjoyed the musty scent of old books. "I'm sure we'll see plenty of each other." She pulled her nose back a few inches, sniffed the air and bluntly asked, "Is that your perfume?" He started to answer; she didn't let him. "You smell like a prostitute from France. Goodbye, Leorajh."
"Uh--, I'm sure we will," Leorajh said, a few beats behind in the conversation. Rejection tinted his voice. He left feeling dejected, but hopelessly interested.
The rest of the week passed, however, and Leorajh steadily lost interest in Vanessa. It was hard to care about her when she worked so hard to make herself an unremarkable wallflower. In time, Leorajh's crosshairs fell on other, more receptive interlopers in the office. The Lycanroc did her work with speed and skill, but little else. She was, as Mayor Aura agreed, simply average but a fine worker.
Leorajh made one more token effort to break the ice with her on Friday afternoon. "Vanessa," he softly spoke, adding little of the sugary sweetness he lumped on when he really wanted to appear innocent, "would you be interested in going dancing with me tomorrow?"
Her answer was swift and brutal and efficient. Leorajh likened it to that Indiana Jones movie scene where the villain ripped out a sacrifice's still-beating heart. "No, I have plans. Goodbye."
Aura was passing by when Vanessa strutted off, her heels clicking coldly and professionally down the hall toward the reception area. "You should pick your lower jaw up off the floor," said the wolf, smiling tightly. "I have to admit, even I find myself surprised by how consistently you are striking out. Maybe I need to hire a newer, prettier boy to replace you."
Leorajh huffed, red-cheeked. "It's her. Not me." He didn't take long to collect himself; he never did. "I'll be going dancing, either way. She doesn't know what she's missing."
The mayor chuckled and patted Leorajh's shoulder. "Yes, of course. See you Monday."
\--2
The clothing Leorajh wore to the club wasn't far removed from his office clothing. The core component was still a skirt, but this one was pleated and considerably shorter, coming up so high that certain steps exposed the bottom curves of his wide, fat ass cheeks - which were nude, most definitely for the sake of convenience when he finally found the right man or three to make his evening interesting. At least, that was how he looked from the right. Fashionably asymmetrical, the skirt hung lower from the left, nearly to the knee, and he could entice a prospective lay with as little as a slight turn.
A low-cut burgundy halter covered his midriff, going nicely with the black fabric of the skirt. His nipples, stiff with excitement, poked obscenely into the fabric which, much like his skirt, tended to give a more tantalizing view when he shifted just so, letting his bare nipples be seen now and then. He capped this off with his favorite earrings: simple gold hoops which caught the eye without being tacky.
Leorajh had only just begun to browse when he felt monstrously meaty paws squeezing his shoulders, preventing escape. He gasped, then grinned, which his pronounced saber teeth added immensely to. "Hello-o-o," he cooed to his unseen assailant. "Well, don't be shy."
"Oh, I'm fucking *not,* prettyboy," came a gruff female voice. She stuffed her snout into the pretty kitty's neck and bit him, making him gasp and writhe. Sniggering with plainly evil intent, she slid her clawed paws down the cat's arms, slid her arms around the middle, and squeezed him so tight that breathing became difficult. A stiff, throbbing lump in her jeans tried to stuff the cat's skirt between his ass cheeks.
"Ooh, gosh! A little something *extra* there?" he squealed, not trying to hide the glee in his voice. "Gawd, I love when girls have that equipment..."
She laughed in his ear. Her breath was humid and hot, actually a little unpleasant, but that surprisingly added to the wicked appeal of the girl. Her claws, long and garishly pink, prickled the smooth skin of his belly insistently and made him buck and giggle. Musk rolled off her body, and upon resting freely on her breasts, Leorajh found her sweaty and hot - probably from dancing. "Mmh, hey," he purred. "You smell nice."
"Yeah? Well *you* smell like a fuckin' French hooker." She mouthed the words into his neck and didn't see how Leorajh's eyes flashed with recognition. Had he asked, she'd have told him freely; Lycanrocs were basically werewolves, and the slavering beast currently grinding its cock on his ass was the same unpleasant office lackey named Vanessa.
As recognition faded, a grin grew in its void. Leorajh pushed his bottom back into Vanessa and reached around her. He clutched her athletic ass in long, firm fingers. "I suppose I do," he dryly said. "Hold the escargot, but I can certainly be quite amorous."
"That's a nice way of sayin' you're slutty." She snickered with her lips against his jawline, prodding his cheek with her teeth. "Fuck dancing. I just want to stick it up your ass."
"Direct, aren't you?"
"What, you mind that or something? Look how you're dressed."
Leorajh bucked his wide rear back; Vanessa's cock further stuffed his skirt into the crack of his ass for an awkward but weirdly intimate feeling. "Not at all." His tone was even and disaffected in spite of his having been given a minor wedgie. In the fleeting, wide spectrum of light in the club, he surreptitiously tugged his skirt free of his pillowy cheeks. "Shall we go somewhere," he squeezed her bottom firmly, "a bit more private?"
"Let's fuck in the bathroom," said the Pokemon, her slavering tongue rubbing on Leorajh's neck as she spoke. "Bang you up against a grubby wall covered in phone numbers and dried pecker sauce."
"Not a chance I'm letting you push me against a piss-smeared wall in this outfit," Leorajh firmly said, albeit with a smirk on his face. "I know the perfect place. Nobody will see us."
\--3
The girl was so profoundly in-character as a hulking, club-going dickbitch beast that Leorajh had begun to wonder if she actually was Vanessa, or if she just happened to smell the same and prefer the same euphemisms. *You stink like a French hooker* was one he'd heard before. Not often, but it happened.
Driving with her, glancing over and taking in peeks at her outfit under cones of pale orange streetlight, he acknowledged how much this persona was the antithesis to everything he understood about Vanessa. This red-furred creature with her muscles and mohawk and shredded black denim jeans looked more like something from an anti-drug PSA than the alter-ego of an icy office wench.
She reached down and scratched her cock. She looked noticeably uncomfortable in his little car (Leorajh, when pressed, coyly referred to it as *economic, not little* and noted that it was more than capable of getting the job done). Whether the car she was in was small or economic, it felt more like a kennel cage to her; she was squirming and huffing as though she were dying to rip off her clothes and nail something. *Not far from the truth, I imagine,* Leorajh thought.
Leorajh turned right at the next traffic light, went on a quarter-mile and pulled across a busy street into the parking lot of the mayor's administrative office. The Lycanroc took a look at the building, unfamiliar with its appearance at night, and then turned to Leorajh with narrow, leering eyes.
"Wh'kinda fucking joke is this?"
"It's where I work," Leorajh said patently, killing the engine and unbuckling his seat belt. "Janitor's done by now. Ten dollars makes him blind to after-hours antics if not." He winked, pulled up the leg of his skirt. In the pale blue light of the parking lot's overhead lamps, she could see his naked, modest genitals and the dramatic curve of his ass in profile. "If you *don't* still want this, I can take you back to the club..."
She grumbled, casting off her own seat belt. Its steel insert clattered on the window and slammed up into the plastic housing. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you can't walk. Don't give half a shit where. Let's go."
He took her around back and through the service door. An unassuming key on his ring served as a master pass for much of the building. "This isn't such a bad place to work. Good benefits, a lovely view and Mayor Aura is very pleasant," he politely noted, leading her up into the main building. Lights were on in a few offices; blurry figures could be seen through frosted glass. Nobody caught them in the halls, and they moved along swiftly to Leorajh's office.
"Let's cut the shit," the Lycanroc grumbled. "You know who I am."
Leorajh was startled. He stumbled mid step and brought his foot down hard. "Well--, I guess I do *now.* I had started to think you were a different Lyc--, Lycanruff?"
"Lycanroc." She corrected him indignantly but smirked. "Lycanruff... you butthead."
The cat grinned and kissed her, following it up fast with a nip on the nose. "Watch it, you. I'm still your superior around here."
She grumbled something, letting herself be led further. They were a few paces from Leorajh's office when the mayor's door at the end of the hall squeaked on its hinges and started to swing out. Leorajh, with masterfully practiced skill, pulled Vanessa into the shadows of a small hall branching off of the main corridor. It led to the restrooms but presently was dark, as to be expected in an after-hours building.
Mumbles of conversation came closer. The two naughty employees listened as the voices became clearer and louder; Mayor Aura strolled past, casually holding the bicep of a tall and handsome fox with saber teeth like Leorajh and long, black hair. "Your place? Or how about my hotel?" he asked. "It's got a waterbed."
"Oh, those are hell on my back," Aura laughed. "My place, as usual... really, why do you even waste money on hotels, hm? It is not as if you spend any time away from me when you visit..."
They were almost out of earshot when a smooch - and then a gentle laugh - echoed up the hall. Leorajh and Vanessa waited ten seconds more, his pelvis pressed to hers, before stepping out and peeking after them. They were gone.
Finishing the short jog to Leorajh's office again, Vanessa chuckled, "Who's the hunk? I figured that icy bitch was asexual."
"Just some American singer," Leorajh noncommittally said, unlocking his door. "One of the perks of personally issuing entertainer's licenses."
Vanessa had never seen Leorajh's office. It was fair in size and tastefully decorated with a small oak desk and a high-backed office chair. One of those stiff and gaily-colored ergonomic chairs sulked in the corner. An undefined, small-leafed plant stood potted in another corner with a few spiderwebs strung between its lower branches, and a sexy fireman calendar hung on the wall.
Leorajh followed her eyes to the calendar as he undressed. Meeting her skeptical gaze afterward, he smiled and lied, "A little joke gift from a friend."
"Uh-huh."
The Lycanroc took a thoughtfully long look at the cat's naked breast. He was unbuttoning the skirt now. "Figured you'd have faggy pierced nipples," she admitted, smirking.
When the skirt fell, Leorajh braced his paws on his hips for a sassy posture. "Now, really, aren't nipple piercings just so tacky?"
In direct, wordless response and never taking her leering red eyes off of Leorajh's, Vanessa yanked up her black sports bra and let her fair, round tits fall free. Black barbells bookended her pink nipples. "C'mere," she growled, opening her fly without a moment of pause. "I bet you suck like a vacuum cleaner."
"One way of putting it," mused the cat, slinking closer. He licked his lip, continuing down his fang when he reached its perpendicular edge. Reaching out calmly, he pulled apart the denim flaps and exposed a bulge of cotton; Vanessa was wearing a jockstrap. Its crotch pouch was white, its colors saturated with some sweat. Leorajh sneered, reaching under the red waistband. "Cute jock," he remarked.
"They're supportive," she grunted. "And I headed straight from the gym to the club."
"I can tell from the stink," Leorajh teased, but he wasn't exactly lying. Moving as smoothly as ever, he knelt before her, pulling down the jock as he went. The Pokemon's thick sheath loomed in his view, a heavy ballbag hanging under it. Her white fur was dewy with sweat, thick with musk. Leorajh put the pad of his nose into the mouth of her sheath and bumped the peeking tip of her penis. Precum dribbled from it, smearing on his nose. He shuddered and reached around her, giving her hard bottom a squeeze.
"Watch it, bitch," Vanessa hissed. "Nothing goes near my asshole unless it's a tongue."
He snickered. "Just touching. No need to be so *grumpy."* And he thought with some amusement, *even that macho singer guy seems to like it in the ass. You don't know* what *you're missing.*
The Lycanroc laughed humorlessly. "Yeah? Well, touch less 'n suck more. I coulda dumped my nuts in your ass twice now if we'd just fucked in the club's bathroom like I *wanted* to."
Leorajh kissed her cock's pointed canine tip. He suckled it with teasing sweetness then wiggled his tongue against the divot. "Patience, patience... the sun doesn't come up for another four or five hours."
In spite of her grumbling, she was responding nicely to Leorajh's gentle ministrations. His kisses and licks had her growing out of her sheath at a fair pace, and the more her slick red rocket bared itself, the more Leorajh could lick and smooch it. She watched over his head, taking in the dramatic, feminine curve of his hips and the steady feline sway of his tail. It was relaxing... and relaxation was the last thing she wanted. "Cut that shit out."
"Mmmh?" Leorajh, nose against the underside of her penis, looked up past her small breasts. "I'm sorry?"
"You *will* be," she chuckled. She reached down and pushed him back gracelessly, using a palm on the middle of his forehead.
He hissed, splaying down his ears. His claws came out. It was nothing but a reflex; he sheathed them and looked up at her, rocking back on his knees.
"I'm tired of this slow shit," she said, ostensibly in an answer to his stare. Gripping her sheath, she pulled it down, tugging and wiggling it until the knot of her thick, red meat popped free. The mouth of her sheath hung slack behind it. Salty precum fell from the tip in ponderous drops.
They both stared in admiration of her fine canine cock. She tweaked one of her nipples and gave her knot a grope. "Bend over the desk."
Leorajh wasn't just admiring. He was doing a little mental calculation, comparing the size of that knot to the guessed diameter of his anus. The results he got back were worrisome, but he knew from the interoffice rumor mill that Aura's rockstar boytoy had an even bigger thing - and he intended to sit on that at some point. When the girl made her command, he smilingly uttered, "I'm sorry?"
"I *said,* bend over the fucking desk!" She had an enormous grin on her face, toothy and sinister. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dimness of the office. "I'm gonna lick your fat, faggoty ass until I hit your tonsils."
The cat grinned back, but it was a combination of nervousness and excitement. He rightly guessed there was some hyperbole in that promise, but who was he to complain if she wanted to try? He stood up and bent himself gracefully over his desk as he'd done before more times than he cared to recall at the moment. His tail, held high, swished back and forth with the steadiness of a metronome, though it curled and twisted during its rhythm. "Oh, be gentle, I'm a virgin," he teased.
"If you're a virgin," the were-bitch scoffed, dropping to her knees with a bump and grabbing his ass cheeks, "then I'm a well-adjusted young Catholic girl who doesn't have an eight-inch dick."
"I can measure a dick at a mere glance," Leorajh wryly boasted. He chose not to react when she pried apart his cheeks, though the rush of cool air across his pucker made his stiff penis twitch. "And that was seven at the most. Don't try to fool me."
Vanessa grunted, but there was a laugh buried in it. She pushed her sticky jowls into his asshole and forced upon it a wet smooch. She suckled the ring for a brief, intense moment then popped off of it. "Shut *up,* you sassy fuckin' fag. You this much of a bitch with everyone who bends you over?"
The cat couldn't stop himself from purring as Vanessa went to work. She tongued and smooched, peppering his delicate entrance with sordid gestures of affection. Drool held tight to his fur, threading through it, forming sticky webs which broke and took shape again with every slobbery slurp. Grinning wide and peering at the night skyline through his window, he murmured, "Only the ones who seem like a good time. It may shock you, but I can behave myself."
The suckles and smooches broke off sharply. "Bullshit," she spat, and went right back into her work. She raked her blunt dogclaws down his ass and thighs, leaving ruts in the fur, red marks in the flesh.
"Nnh, gawd." Leorajh winced, rising to the tips of his toes. "It's tru-u-ue... and I'll tell you what else is true: nobody's ever rimmed me like this."
Vanessa assumed there was some exaggeration there, and perhaps there was, since Leorajh was an experienced office slut, but he sincerely couldn't recall a rimjob quite as savage as that one. Slobber ran down his backsack, sticking to his inner thighs and dripping off onto the carpet. Where Vanessa came up short on finesse, she wallowed in excess.
She was so involved in her slobbery work that she didn't take the time to discredit the cat. She crushed her lips harder against him, the pad of her nose grinding just above his anus. Her nostrils flared wide as she sucked in his scent, which was demure but unmistakably present. A little anal musk was *always* present no matter how hygienic the subject was. Vanessa kept to herself that she preferred her partners on the more unkempt side. Leorajh's feminine curves and office bicycle attitude more than made up for a lack of smells.
A deep, throaty rumble welled up in the Lycanroc's throat. She dragged her lips against his anus and formed another sucking seal on it, then popped them off, causing the big cat to gasp and arch his spine. Vanessa kept her lips to his asshole a moment longer. She clutched his cheeks, making them dimple and spill around her fingers. Once she pulled back her snout, fat twin runners of slobber linked her jowls to his winking pucker before falling away. She wiped her lips off on the back of her arm and sniggered.
"Christ," Leorajh puffed, his eyes dreamy. "I can't even think of anything clever to say. That was so *good."*
The sabertooth left his chin resting on his forearms, giving him the quality of a lazy daydreamer as Vanessa stood and mounted him. She was brusque and efficient, bumping the pointed tip of her shaft into his slobbered pucker immediately. She took no time to admire how it winked and throbbed against her penis; she was past appreciating the state she had left Leorajh in. All she wanted was to bury the bone.
"Are you gonna--?" Leorajh began to ask, cut off when the Lycanroc pushed her hips forward. Her pointed tip speared him open, gouging snug pink flesh easily with its shape. The penetration, with its speed and brutality, ended his words with a squeak. The prostrate sound made Vanessa cackle with wicked laughter.
"Yeah, I'm *gonna,"* she snapped, not knowing what he wanted to say, not caring that they were supposed to be sneaky and quiet. She ground it in, pushing and bucking that seven or eight inches of perfect dogdick inexorably deeper into Leorajh. Her knot heaved closer to his asshole in jerks and starts.
A high noise of mingled pleasure and mild discomfort welled up in Leorajh, whistling from his lips as a reedy note. He reached across the surface of the desk, gripped its edge, dug his nails into the trim. "Ooh, gawd," he wheezed, letting a grin tug up the corners of his mouth. His golden eyes shimmered with tears that didn't quite come. Leorajh was too much of an experienced whore to let a little rough intercourse make him cry.
Evil, naughty sniggers and growls rumbled out of Vanessa's slack jaws. Her long, wet tongue pendulumed like a locket on a necklace, kept in motion with her jerks and bucks just like her bouncing breasts. Her heavy dogcock slid in and out, in and out, gliding on layers of drool and precum but moving with ferociousness. Her balls, those heavy things in eggshell-white fur, dangled low from the heat of her body and swatted with remarkable consistency against Leorajh's smaller, tighter ballbag.
Vanessa squeezed Leorajh's plush hips. Soft fur and pliant flesh compressed under her fingers; she could feel the throb of his heartbeat which was quick, racing as if he were running in a marathon. She drew in her tongue and noisily licked her chops, making her jowls shine. "Ugh, fu-u-uck, I figured you'd be loose enough I could just shove my fist in." She laughed unpleasantly, sliding her masculine paws up his back and over his flanks. They settled around his ribs where she dug in her fingers again.
Leorajh, wincing as ever from a combination of pains and pleasures, inelegantly bucked his thick bottom back and said, "Fists aren't nearly--, ah, god... not nearly loving enough to go inside of *anybody,* thank you very much."
"Joking anyway," the Lycanroc snorted. "If I stick my fist in you, it's too easy to get the knot inside of you after that."
The bucking and fucking went on and on, Vanessa's hard but feminine body moving with a lack of grace that was peculiarly elegant in its own rotten way. She reached around him again, fingers scraping up his back to the protrusions of his shoulder blades. She shoved down on them with all her weight, slamming him into the desk and taking the wind from his lungs.
"Owww, watch it...!" Leorajh groused. "Hmph, tell someone they can fuck you... give them an inch and they take a mile..."
"Shaddup, kitty," Vanessa said, almost howling with her evil laughter. Any and all stealth had been completely abandoned. She was bearing down on him with everything she had. Her knot ground into him with its bulbous bulk, threatening his delicate anus with its apple-sized girth. Pushing against him gave the cat pleasure, undermined though it was by his (very reasonable) fear of the knot, but grinding wasn't doing a thing for her.
Dirty, stupid mumblings passed Vanessa's lips. She was drooling into his hair, digging bloodless trenches in his flesh with her claws. Every wince and grunt from his sissy lips was lovingly heard and appreciated, but only in the most absent way. She was close to her orgasm and absolutely *needed* to push that knot home where it belonged.
Leorajh, with his body compressed against his desk and his paws hanging over the edge and his little pink cock rubbing on the smooth oak, couldn't put into words how happy he was with Vanessa's true self. If every icy bitchqueen who came through those double-doors was secretly a sassy were-beast with a fat, greasy dick and a stockpile of musk and slobber, the world would have been better for it, he thought. But he was content to just have Vanessa, and he tried (uselessly, but the effort was the important part) to push his bottom back for her.
"Get that knot in me already," he bleated, so unlike himself that even he was surprised. "Fuck, you're teasing me so much... *I* do the teasing around here."
"I'm not fucking *trying* to tease you, slut!" Vanessa snapped. "I'm *trying* to fucking knot you!"
Vanessa was shoving and grinding and bucking, working that knot against Leorajh's swollen pucker, making every attempt to force her knot into an orifice not only designed exclusively as an exit, but certainly not made for such enormous blunt objects. The deck was stacked against her, but a were-bitch who flipped between spitefully cold and perpetual partying was generally used to life being difficult by nature. She kept going.
All of that shoving and grinding paid off. It always did. Vanessa had never once failed to tie the knot when she was in a position to do so, and her spotless record continued when that fat, red bulk of hers popped into Leorajh, gouging him violently before slipping in deeper and resting safely behind the delicate orifice of his asshole.
There was no way for Leorajh to mistake the knot for anything else, and he was not modest or proud when it happened. He groaned and arched his spine in spite of the Pokemon's muscular weight holding him down, and those tears waiting as a sheen on his eyes finally started to fall. But he kept some of his grace, emitting only a tiny whine, following it with a deep and shuddering moan. His fingers clenched and released arrhythmically on the edge of the desk. His toes curled and opened similarly.
"Oh, good fuckin' Jesus *Christ,"* Vanessa gushed. She tittered unreal, creepy laughter, easing her paws off of Leorajh's shoulders, putting her elbows on the desk. Her tits rubbed on the cat's shoulder blades, putting something soft on the fresh ruts. She panted into his ears, making them flit, and she came into his ass almost like an afterthought, blasting gooey jets of semen into him for a thick and nearly complete coating of his inner walls.
"Fuck... fuck," Leorajh whispered. "Mmm, I love being knotted, but I *hate* being knotted."
Vanessa snickered. "I love everything about it, don't be such a bitch." She slurped his ear obnoxiously and ignored his annoyed hiss. "Did you squirt too?"
"Not yet," he murmured, reaching back, swatting at her face in reflex. "Do you think you could--?"
That request and the cuteness of its tone cracked and fell away when the doorknob clattered with the sound of a key being worked into it. Before either the cat or the Pokemon could make a futile effort to get decent or hide under the desk, the door opened, casting a rectangle of light across the Lycanroc's heaving back.
Mayor Aura looked in, smiling pleasantly. Her expression turned to one of mild surprise, and then a grin.
Her rockstar friend stuck his head in over her shoulder. The smile on his face wouldn't have been out of place on the Cheshire Cat. "Nice ass, baby. Are you busy tomorrow?" Aura shoved him out of the doorway by his snout, never changing countenance.
"Well then," Aura said, blase. "I suppose I need not ask how you two are getting along."
"Nnno, I suppose not," Leorajh mumbled. "Did you need something, miss Mayor?"
Vanessa was noticeably tongue-tied. "Um. Uh. Hey, uh, hello," she muttered, not looking back.
"Hello, Vanessa, I hope you are doing well this evening," Aura politely said. "Leorajh - yes, actually. I was just looking for my spare apartment key. It seems I have misplaced mine."
The lion started to tell her which drawer the spare was in when the wolf cut him off with a chuckle and said, "Actually, I think I can just stay in Kahnso's hotel room tonight. You seem rather busy. Goodnight, Leorajh."
She shut the door, ending the conversation then and there. Vanessa waited all of five seconds before she shifted on Leorajh and licked his ear again. This time he successfully swatted her with the backs of his fingers. Even though she was grinning, she groused, "I never got to tell that singer dude I'm free tomorrow."
"I'll call Mayor Aura and have her tell him," Leorajh said, his tone a rising and teasing one, building up to an obvious *but.*
Far from stupid, Vanessa grinned and asked the obvious: "Yeah, if I do *what?"*
"Oh, nothing too difficult," he purred, tail coiling around her middle. "It involves your tongue... and your paws. I think you'll even enjoy it."
Leorajh was right about that. And as he was being right about it, enjoying her slobbery tongue and her rough paws, he found himself wondering what would happen when two barbarically dominant creatures got each other naked. The results, he decided, would be great water cooler banter for months to come. |
The Greys Chapter 17: The Morning by hyenafur | #18 of The Greys - Bill let out a massive yawn, his flabby face contorting as one gigantic arm reached for the sky. The wolf didn't know what time it was, but then again, he didn't really care. Groggily, he looked his shoulder, giving a small chuckle. Sometime during the night, the canine had | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1148659-the-greys-chapter-17-the-morning | Bill let out a massive yawn, his flabby face contorting as one gigantic arm reached for the sky. The wolf didn't know what time it was, but then again, he didn't really care. Groggily, he looked his shoulder, giving a small chuckle. Sometime during the night, the canine had managed to end up as the little spoon. Not that he minded at all, he loved the feeling of his lover against him.
"Mm... mornin', Gideon," he groaned, one thick hand reaching back to rub the chubby tod's head. His beau just let out a warm groan as he gave the back of the wolf's neck a kiss, "G'morning."
Bill couldn't help himself as he let out a long murr, "Mmm... ya know, I c'd stay like this all day."
Gideon smirked, "I knows it, and I c'd too."
The wolf growled playfully, "Ya wants a lazy Sundie?" The tod thought about it for a few seconds before pulling his wolf in close. "Mmm... Just one more time, and then I gots to get ready fer Aunt Jo. She'll probably be coming over soon wonderin' bout Kody."
Bill pouted a little, but he did make sense. "Fine," he said as he reached over to grab his watch to look at the time, "But we should prolly be quick. It's almost 11:30."
Kody rolled over in bed, his arms and legs splayed as only as small band of covers concealed most of his own nudity. The first thing he did was look at his watch that read, "12:00."
"Shit," the tod snarled as he kicked away the covers, realizing that his mother could be there any minute. He raced out of the guest room in a flash, surprising Bill and Gideon who were sitting at the table drinking coffee for a brief second by the cherry blurr. The wolf's initial shock turned into a chuckle, "He's jist's cute as you, Gideon."
Kody had learned to take quick, five minute showers when he needed to, only focusing on key areas; loins, pits, rump, and the top of his head, only turning the water on when he needed to get wet or when to wash off the suds. The only part of the shower that took the longest was drying off. When he was done though, he stepped out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel, blushing as he realized his cousin and the wolf had seen him streaking a few minutes earlier.
"Uhm..." Kody tried to say, but Bill cut him off, "Dontcha worry bout it, cutie. I didn't get a good'nuff look atcha. Least not til now."
The tod's face flushed as he made a hasty retreat to the guest room that only made Gideon and Bill chuckle more. |
looking for... by james mikoto | #16 of poetry took me 30 minutes to be honest but i have the others to do and homework soo more edits to this later and ...it's probably short - Can't find it high nor low I've been looking and searching for it where did it go? One moment i had it the next moment it's gone. How did something so | [
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I've been looking and searching for it where did it go?
One moment i had it the next moment it's gone.
How did something so important to me get lost?
It's not here but I scour and i seek
never was i prepared to face a situation this bleak
I don't know how to live without it
But i do know i can't forget about it
Try as i must it's nowhere to be found
No matter how much i cry i won't look down.
I don't know how to get it back
Nothing could match it
If only i would have known
But it's been so long i feel so alone
Im bound to it but it's not easy to find
I tried looking in town for it but i felt quizzy
but then when i feel like i've given up
i look up into the setting sun and think about how i've been living
just then i realized what i looking for was never lost
when i had it all along my inspiration...
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i know it sucks but istill need to write more and just \*sigh\* idk anymore but still proud of it just the quality is whoo boy |
A Creamy Offer by Zylen Andel | This is another fun commission I did in two days. And it's a sequel to "A Walk In My Shoes". In this one we find out who is responsible for his humiliation. So, I hope you all enjoy reading it just as I had loads of fun writing it. Xander is (c) to Txeptirea (over on FA) Reno, Zylen, and the story | [
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**Written by: Zylen Andel**
**Commissioned by: Txeptirea**
Xander breathed a sigh of relief as he had been outside now with no strange incident. The nervous husky was dressed up today, the cool air only touching his face as the rest of his body was covered in his favored clothing. Red, black and white leather gloves, a jacket, and pants cover his body from his fingers to his ankles where the same colored sneakers complete his ensemble.
"It really is chilly" Xander says to himself as a breeze whips by and chills his face, making him shiver in his clothes. "I need to get a coffee!"
The young husky male hurried through the city blocks traveling to his favorite of all coffee shops. It was a bit of walk, but it was well worth the walk to be sure. Xander opened the glass double doors and entered the shop, instantly the scents of fresh coffees and creams filled his nose as he took a deep breath. "Ahhh...I love that smell."
"Xander! You want your usual?" The cashier, a friendly looking tiger offered a smile as he waited for the husky to answer.
"Nah, not today. I think I want to try something different." Xander walked up to the counter and examined the menu, imagining what the new coffees might taste like.
Unbeknownst to the distracted husky a pair of eyes were watching him, the maroon spheres sizing up the small, but still handsome husky. The edges of a stone-gray beak curled up into a slow smile as a blue feathered finger swirled with blue smoke. The blue smoke quickly disappeared and the blue peacock leaned back into his chair to watch the show.
Xander was still reading the menu and so didn't notice the purple glow of his pants, the zipper sliding down on its own. It was when his hand moved off the counter that Xander knew something was wrong because he hadn't told his hand to do that. He looked down and saw that his zipper was down with his hands moving towards his crotch...the glove having that same sickening purple glow.
"No! Not here!" The frightened husky tried to leave, but the glow emanated from his shoes as well and kept his feet still for a moment.
"Did you say something Xander?" The tiger looked at the blushing husky with professional concern, but he was caught completely off guard as he watched Xander pull his pants and underwear down exposing his sheath and furry balls. "Xan-Xander?! What are you doing?!"
"I'm not doing this!" The other patrons inside the coffee shop all turned towards the sounds of yelling to see what the commotion was about. They all found out as Xander turned around and jumped back, sitting on the counter. He saw all the people looking at him and his face flushed red with hot embarrassment, but his hand continued to rub his thickening sheath as his cock began to emerge from the stimulation. There was nothing he could do to stop it, even though it was the glove moving not his hand.
As horrified as people seemed to be that the husky was rubbing his bare crotch in front of them, Xander did notice that no one was leaving. They wanted to watch the little husky embarrass himself in public, which only made Xander whimper in desperate frustration. Even the tiger had walked from behind the counter and found a seat to watch the cute husky play with himself. Xander tried to stop what was happening, but the more he moved his hips to try to get off the counter, the more his gloved hand squeezed his growing cock in protest.
"Oh man. Please stop." But it didn't stop. Nothing stopped; the eyes still stared at him, his hand still stroked his stiffening cock, and he still moaned in frustration. He didn't want to feel any pleasure in this forced moment, but that's all he felt. It was impossible to avoid the pleasure when it was the only sensation being forced into his body. Xander had his eyes closed, trying so hard to will his erection down, so he wouldn't give satisfaction to whoever was doing this to him, but as his cock throbbed at full mast in his hand he knew there was no turning back now.
Every passing second, every other squeeze around his cock, sent shivers of physical bliss through his body. He wanted to resist but he was panting now, his cock throbbing in his hand, but just when he thought his ordeal would be over, his hands stopped stroking. Xander's eyes snapped open and he groaned in frustration until he remembered he was doing this in front of people, which brought another whimper from his lips. But it was then that he noticed the waving peacock in the corner...who was strangely the only one that didn't seem surprised by what the husky was doing. Was he the one to blame for all of this?
That question was answered when the peacock grinned and motioned for Xander to walk over to him. His sneakers jerked forward and pulled him off the counter, his jacket and pants kept him from falling and he walked over to the mysterious stranger still holding his cock. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what? What are you doing?" The peacock looked surprised and played the role well, making Xander even more embarrassed. He knew the peacock was behind what was happening to him, but the other patrons were going to think that Xander was doing all this on his own. "I was just enjoying my coffee and chocolate cake."
On the table was a coffee and decently sized dark brown cake with blue and purple flowers decorating the corners. The center of the cake was decorated by a blue rose with a black stem. The peacock let Xander see an almost imperceptible smile on his beak before his gloved hand reached for that cake and pulled it over to the edge of the table. Before he could even question what he was being made to do, he turned and grabbed his tail before sitting his bare bottom onto the confectionary treat. It squished under his weight and oozed out from around his butt, but also squished between his cheeks.
The sensations were so strange and new that Xander didn't know how to feel about them. The eyes were still on him, which brought back the furious embarrassment of the situation. He had just sat on someone's cake in front of the other patrons. He clenched his cheeks on instinct trying to force himself to stand up, but he couldn't if his clothes kept him where he was. His underwear, still around his knees kept them bent just enough to stop him from supporting his own weight. His whimpers made no difference to the watching crowd who didn't seem to be enjoying the show, but weren't stopping him from embarrassing himself.
Xander was suddenly pulled to his feet again, pieces of cake sliding down his legs. His blush got even deeper as he was made to turn around and bend over the table, showing his cake covered bottom to the coffee shop patrons. He looked to the smiling peacock, who had made sure to put Xander's body between him and the patrons so only Xander could see his smug satisfaction.
"What do you want from me?"
The peacock looked down at his coffee, steamy and tasty, but it was missing something. He whispered to the humiliated husky, "How about some cream?"
Xander was about to question what he meant when he felt his gloved hand grab his cock again and start stroking with furious speed. He gasped and whimpered, not wanting to do any of this in front of this strange bird. The peacock went back to his role as surprised victim as Xander stood up from his bent over position. Some of the patrons were laughing now and pointing at the desperate husky, making Xander clench his eyes shut as he fights back tears from the mounting humiliation.
Still his hand never stopped and he knew that he was close to his climax when his knees trembled. He would have tried to cover up his soiled rump, but his other gloved hand was still holding his tail hostage, leaving him exposed from all sides. The humiliation became too much and Xander Felt tears squeeze from his clenched eyes. They did little to soothe the burning in his embarrassed cheeks, however. But just as his tears had burst out of him so to was his fast-approaching orgasm. His knees shook, controlled by his underwear and pants, which shook his butt in turn and made more cake fall from his exposed rump.
That last spike of embarrassed frustration ignited his climax and in with a quick motion he let go of his cock and grabbed the peacock's coffee, gasping as he shot his cum into the hot drink. "That's gross!" Xander spat out without thinking. The peacock watched the orgasm come and pass, grabbing his drink and stirring the new ingredient into the drink.
Without taking his eyes off his victim, the peacock took a sip of his coffee, tasting a new musky version of his favorite coffee blend. "Doesn't taste gross to me. Try some."
"What?! No!" Xander grunted as he was bent forward again, his cake covered butt cheeks clenching as he tried to run away. He grabbed the drink with his free hand, and brought it quickly to his mouth to silence any more protests with a mouth of cum flavored coffee. He was completely and totally humiliated, but what surprised him was the coffee tasted good. He looked to the peacock who was smiling again, as he reached a finger to his face and wiped his tears away.
"Come now, this was a fun experience." The patrons were confused now, but the peacock didn't care. He had had his fun and now it was time to leave. But he wouldn't be leaving alone as he stood up and waved his hands making Xander stand up and follow him. "You're coming with me, Xander."
"The hell I am! I don't want to go anywhere with you!" Xander looked around for help, but the patrons were just shocked as the husky was at the magic flaunting avian walked towards the door.
"No? Well that's too bad. I was willing to let you walk on your own, but I've got a more entertaining idea." The peacock turned and waved his hand, blue smoke emanating from his hand. The blue smoke hung in the air for a moment before surrounding the frightened husky. The smoke sank into the body it was surrounding, leaving it feeling warm and fuzzy.
"What? What did you just do to me?" Xander demanded in scared toned that he tried desperately to color with what furious anger he could muster.
The peacock smiled, "I used a spell on you. Specifically, a transformation spell."
"Transformation?! Into what?" The furious anger that had existed in Xander's tone was dashed the moment he heard that words from the smug peacock.
The peacock just smiled as he watched Xander start to shrink towards the floor. His clothes no longer clutching his body. He could move freely now, but the changes were happening to fast. Then a new alien sensation greeted his mind as his body literally split in half. One side had his whole crotch and the other side had his whole head. The side with his crotch shrank quickly into one of his sneakers, his canine cock becoming the in-sole of the sneaker. The color changing to match the husky's gray fur tones.
The other half of Xander, the side with his head, shrank into his other sneaker. His tongue became the in-sole of that sneaker and he realized something that left him questioning everything he knew. He could still feel all his body...and if he could still feel his cock and tongue. The realization left Xander wanting to scream at the peacock, but as a pair of sneakers he had absolutely no way of resisting. The peacock picked up the new sneakers and sat down to slip them on. The first foot was slipped in and Xander could taste that scaled foot on his tongue. There was nowhere to run and no escape from the scaled toes curling against his in-sole tongue.
"Hmmm...not a bad fit." The peacock tightened the laces and picked up the other shoe, teasing a finger over the in-sole cock. Xander shivered as the new sensations overpowered his mind. This was certainly going to be an interesting experience...one that Xander wasn't sure he wanted to escape. The second scaled avian foot slipped into the shoe and Xander felt all the sensations of that scaled avian foot pressing down on his cock. After tightening the second pair of laces, the peacock stood up and settled all his weight in the new sneakers. "And comfy too."
"See you later Zylen." The tiger waved at the peacock, who bowed his head in response.
"Later, Reno." Zylen turned and left the confused patrons in the coffee shop, not really worrying about them. "I can never be sure if my transformations can still hear me or not. But if you can hear me, Xander, I want to offer you a job and that fun we had in the coffee shop was your audition."
It felt like hours to Xander, but it had only been a few minutes of walking until Zylen had arrived at his destination. The large building looked like some great cathedral, but Xander couldn't see anything. Zylen opened the large double doors and walked inside, closing them behind him and blasting the doors with more blue magic smoke.
"This is my brothel, Andel's Handel. I want you to work for me." Zylen snapped his fingers and Xander found himself whole again, fully dressed and standing in front of the peacock. The husky was embarrassed to feel a tent in his pants and the taste of feet on his tongue. "What do you say, Xander?"
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Black and White Frills all over Ch 2/4 by foxyscribe | 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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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1150889-black-and-white-frills-all-over-ch-2-4 | 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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This is chapter 2 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)
This is a short chapter at only 5600 words. Chapters 3 and 4 are both around 8000. Chapter 3 is likely to be released on Wednesday.
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She backed off for a few moments and allowed me to breathe. She had messed up my uniform a little but I knew just how to fix it and so did. How to deal with the fact that my heart was beating rapidly from the attentions of a lusty cat-girl on the other hand, was not knowledge Silver had imparted on to me.
Silver seemed to see that I was flustered and leaned back against the dresser, giving me a few moments to compose myself. "Are you okay Fifi?" she asked with an indulgent, slightly teasing smile.
I nodded, cheeks still a little red. "Oui, Madam" Could I really make this work? Well it didn't matter, I did not have much choice. "I just need a little time to get used to eet". I was speaking to myself as much as I was to her; I really did need to get used to it. I screwed up my nose a little "Did you really need to give me zis accent?"
she giggled a little and nodded "I think it's adorable, Fifi!" she stuck her tongue out "It suits you perfectly, Nya!"
I sighed a little and nodded, it sort of did I supposed if your goal was creating a total stereotype. At least all the changes seemed to be done, she had put the device away after all. So this was going to be me for at least the next week. It felt really weird and yet because Silver had given me all this instinctual knowledge on how to move, it also felt weirdly familiar. Silver said she would not change my personality and yet, I couldn't help but think that this experience was likely to leave a mark.
Silver gestured for me to follow, opening the door and taking a step out into the corridor. The sway of those gyrating hips were just as intoxicating to me now as they had been before, though the sensations that assaulted me as a result were quite different. She looked back with a knowing smile, drinking in the redness suffusing my white furred cheeks. She gestured once again for me to follow.
I nodded and fell in line behind her trying to ignore how my own hips were swaying with each step. Silver gave a small giggle and I took a couple faster steps so that I was walking by her side instead of behind. I glanced back at our swinging tails and frowned a little. The way we were moving, had she used that little tablet thing to imprint us both with the same instincts? It seemed like our movements were very similar. My face flooded red as I realised just how arousing my own swinging hips must be if I was moving just like the cat, was this really worth 200k?
I sighed slightly and nodded to myself, still yes.
I followed her down several corridors, it was so weird. I knew exactly where I was, not necessarily where I was going but I knew where I was, how to get from here to the front door, to any of the kitchens or to the Masters chambers. Silver was humming a pleasant tune as I followed her, we didn't speak and I spent my time looking around at the plush surroundings. The house was eerily quiet and the only people I saw during my journey were a pair of severe-faced, black suited security guards. They looked like something out of 'The Men in Black' with matte black sunglasses and obvious ear pieces. They completely ignored us as we passed them, projecting an aura of flawless professionalism, however, as soon as they were behind us I got a weird sensation like they were looking at us. Probably just my imagination, not that I could blame them if they were.
"Right, Nya" said Silver, rounding a corner and pushing open a door. I noted it had a golden nameplate with 'Fifi' written in flowing cursive script. I don't know why it surprised me that everything had been planned in advance but it still did. I glanced down the corridor and noted a few other doors with names on them. There was Silvers but I also spotted an Amber, Scarlet and Ruby. I searched my memories but it seemed that while the information that this was the section of the house set aside for the servants nestled within my brain, their occupancy did not.
Silver pushed open the door and took a step in, I followed and immediately felt a little faint. The room was really rather large; easily twice the size of my room at home. A large, 4 poster double bed dominated much of the room, decorated in black and white frilly linens that echoed my own silky costume. The furniture in this room was perhaps, a tad less fancy than what was in the dressing room but that simply meant I might have had to work ten years instead of twenty to afford any one piece of it. The room was well appointed with a large wardrobe, chest of drawers and a large dressing table containing a variety of cosmetics and perfumes arranged neatly.
I had trouble not glancing sideways into the mirror to further examine myself. This was all so surreal and I felt a little embarrassed at how I was standing, hands clasped, elbows positioned to push my breasts out, emphasising them. I had not realised I was doing that but then Silver had made it so that I knew no other way to move. "This will be your room Nya, I had your bag brought up." She gave me a half-lidded smile "I'll give you twenty minutes to get settled in Nya, then please meet me in the guest-wing Kitchen, I know you know where it is"
She closed the door behind me and I could hear a giggle as she walked away. She probably thought I was going to masturbate, well Ha! I probably wasn't! I glanced around the room, taking a moment to feel the plushness of the bed. This was ridiculous, it was a far finer room than I had ever seen; easily fit for a prince, or, I thought wryly, a princess. If this is what the servants rooms were like I could only imagine how absurd the Masters chambers must be. Shivering a little I quickly spotted my bag. I had not brought a lot with me as I had not been expecting to stay but then, I guess I didn't need a whole lot from home. I quickly put away what I had into the chest of drawers, noting that all but one was already filled with feminine clothing. To my surprise, although there was certainly several additional maid outfits there was also some normal clothing designed to fit my exaggerated frame.
I placed my Laptop, just a small, inexpensive Chromebook on top of the dressing table and pulled my phone from the bag's front pocket before stashing the empty bag in a drawer, under the bed. I looked at my phone for a second. I lived alone but my sister did come by sometimes. I quickly tapped out a message for her "Working away for a while, be back in about 3 weeks. Everything OK." I took a seat on my bed, trying to ignore just how short my skirt was. I spoke to no one in particular "What 'ave I got myself into". I sat for a few minutes in silence just...being. I know that sounds like a strange thing to say but I had not had a chance to just sit and really feel what it was like to be Fifi. I was embarrassed, sure, but I also felt sexy and attractive; something I had never really experienced before. I felt warm and comfortable, my fur really was of an incredible quality and the knowledge that had been implanted into me, told me just how much work keeping it that way would be. More surprising, was the fact I felt strong, agile and graceful. I mean I had always been fairly unfit but this body was in peak physical condition. I quickly hopped to my feet and took a few dance-like steps around my room. I hopped into the air a few times and tested my strength against my bed. Sure, all those motions were unnecessarily provocative but I felt amazing. I took a deep breath and watched my chest rise and then fall when I exhaled. I felt so healthy, almost like I could do anything.
I looked around and took another deep breath, focusing on my reflection in the mirror. If I looked for advantages to my situation, it really was not that hard to find them. I just needed to focus on those until I got used to everything else. Humans endured right? Something, something, human condition and all that, and although I technically might not be human, she really had not touched my personality. I was less sure of myself, more easily flustered but I was pretty confident this was not due to her magic.
I took one last look in the mirror before leaving the room and stepping out into the corridor. Silver was right, I knew exactly where I was going, I didn't know what all the rooms were for but I recognised the kitchens certainly. I was running a little early so I decided to take a longer route and get a look at the house as I went. My walk was largely uneventful though I almost felt like I was in a stuffy museum wandering through all these panelled corridors covered in paintings. I did see a couple more security guards who politely ignored me, an almost carbon copy of the first pair. I wondered if they might have had changes imposed on them via the magic too, the way they moved and the aura of danger they radiated was so similar to the first guards I could not help but wonder.
I walked on for a few more minutes before pausing at a door, I listened for a second before pushing it gently open. I was fairly confident in my hearing since the change, I had noted that it seemed to be quite a bit more acute. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen a ball room before but when the room had been marked on my internal map, I had wanted to have a look. I was right, there was no one here but the room was incredible. The floor looked like real wood, it was polished to the point I could see my face reflected back at me. The walls were a pale cream, covered in flowing gold lines. The artistry was so exquisite, it was almost like the patterns had grown organically across the wall. There was certainly something botanical about it, like lazy golden vines that had consumed the room. The ceiling was patterned similarly but also sported 5 enormous chandeliers, each a masters qualifying piece. I closed the door quietly and stood back into the hall, I spent a moment in silence, strangely moved by the scene.
For the first time I wondered what the Master actually did. Just what kind of life, what kind of career would someone need to own a house like this? The magic was not cheap either from what I had heard, Silver had mentioned each of these costumes cost millions. Not a lot of people could manufacture their own animal maids. I wondered if this little project cost more or less than the house. I shivered slightly as I considered that the costume I wore was probably worth more than I was, a sobering thought.
I was about half way to the kitchen when I came to a screeching stop. I was not sure why at first. I just got this sudden sense of wrongness, like a danger signal, as if my subconscious mind had noticed a threat that my conscious mind had missed. I realised that I was breathing heavily, *something* was making me anxious. I looked around trying to work out what the problem was. I even took a couple steps forward trying to convince myself it was nothing and I should just continue. Suddenly my eyes went wide "Oh" was all that I said. I was staring at a door, it was a little heavier than the others, though still worked in thick, intricately decorated wood. This door was not on the internal map that had been uploaded to my mind. I knew the layout of this house better than I knew my own and so to find something out of place was deeply disconcerting. It's hard to really explain why this felt so strange, my eyes and mind were fighting with each other and it was causing my head to lightly throb. I took a few nervous steps towards it and shook my head. Master obviously had his secrets and it seemed there were rooms that even his maids were not meant to enter. I took a deep breath and forced myself to move on, perhaps I would ask Silver about it later.
I ran into another set of security guards on the way to the kitchen, there did seem to be quite a few of them but my journey was completed without further incident. I think I expected to see a variety of bustling cooks and servants when I entered but the only person there was Silver. She had withdrawn two bottles of wine from a large wine rack and seemed to be deciding between them. She glanced in my direction before giving a slight smile and seeming to make her choice "Ah Fifi, Nya. Just on time. I need you to take this up to the Master, he has a guest, Nya. You are to wait on them"
I blinked slightly and nodded as she got a small silver tray from a cupboard placing a corkscrew and a pair of fancy crystal glasses upon it. I moved forward gingerly and accepted the tray resting it upon my upturned hand. I gave a slight, if nervous smile, the correct method for carrying the tray had been imparted on me earlier and I had no trouble at all balancing it perfectly. I spent a few moments thinking and asked "Uhm, ees he een the large or small reception chamber"
Silver returned my own smile with a much toothier one "Ah the small. Nya. He just has a single guest, an old business associate, Edward Chambers. He visits from time to time to discuss the, Nya, finer things in life"
I nodded slightly, the small chamber was not far from here "When you are done, Nya, you may take the rest of the day to yourself, explore the mansion, perhaps the gardens, Nya. I expect to see you in the servant's hall at 8AM tomorrow" there was a twinkle in her eye "Do not be late, Nya"
"Oui, Madam Silver" I said a little meekly and turned to leave. I could feel her eyes on my ass enjoying every exaggerated step I took towards the door. I wondered if there might be a guy under that fur too, not of course, that a woman couldn't appreciate this exquisitely crafted flesh. I made my way to the room and knocked quietly.
"Ah, our wine I suspect. Come in" said a deep a voice. That was my Master, for a moment, I was not sure how I knew but I suddenly suspected that when 'Madam Silver' had forced me to call her that, perhaps she had uploaded some other elements. I opened the door and quickly moved into the room, taking a moment to study it, though I saved most of my attention for its inhabitants.
Despite the house being so oversized, this really was quite a small and intimate space. It might have fit 4 or 5 comfortably but not much more. The roaring fire that sent uneven, orange light dancing across the room was inviting and the 2 men sat on trim easy chairs next to a pair of small tables.
My Master, Mr Lasseter, I supposed, though I had never been formally told his name, sat wearing a royal-blue dressing gown decorated with gold trim and a pair of dark leather formal shoes; an assembly, I did not need Silvers magical fashion knowledge to know, absolutely did not match. As I considered his intense blue eyes and messy dark hair, I realised it did not matter. This was a man whose world revolved entirely around him and he knew it, he made the rules and if that meant dress shoes with a dressing gown, so be it! Their conversation had paused and Master was keenly examining me, I felt uncomfortable as I was clearly being weighed and measured and I became once again acutely aware of the provocative pose I had subconsciously chosen.
I forced a smile and took a step towards him "Madam Silver sent me with Wine Master" I delicately held the tray where he could reach it and he silently took one of the crystal glasses with a warm smile, surprisingly, his smile held only a polite affection, there was no lewdness I could detect. I could not say the same for Mr Chambers, a somewhat gaunt-faced man with mismatched limbs who stared with obvious desire. I held the tray towards him and said "And you, Monsieur?"
He blinked for a second and shook his lead a little as if his thoughts had been disturbed "Ah, yes, I think I will" he took the glass as I placed down the tray and lifted the corkscrew to begin the task of opening the bottle. Mr Chambers looked towards the Master and spoke "You know when you told me the next one was going to be a skunk I was not convinced, dirty creatures. This one however, I would make a mistress of this one" I froze imperceptibly for a fraction of a second before continuing as if nothing had been said.
"You know I would not allow that, Edward" said my Master "but in one thing you are correct, she has turned out most agreeably." He looked towards me just as I popped the cork and the effervescent wine bubbled up over the neck of the bottle. "What is your name, dear?"
I looked back, hefting the bottle delicately in both hands. I reached over and he held out his glass to be filled which I did expertly "Ah, Fifi, Master" he gave a short, sharp laugh, as I moved to Mr Chambers who stared at my chest the entire time I filled his glass.
The Master gave a warm grin "Of course it is, of course. I swear naming her maids is Silver's favourite part of the job" so my name had been Silvers choice, I guess she must have got the door plaque organised too. It seemed she was responsible for more than I realised.
"Gerald, you really must share the secret of your maids with me. It is most unfair that you build your little haram but refuse to let us do the same, really, name your price and I will pay it."
Master just shook his head "As I have told you before Edward, my technology is not for sale, how many times must we have this conversation"
Edward made an annoyed noise "As many times as it takes, very well, if you will not sell me the technology, sell me this one" he said gesturing at me "You can make another, 10 million, 100 million. I must have her Gerald."
I took a few steps back nervously and placed the bottle back on to the tray. I stood quietly as I knew I should, waiting to top up their glasses and providing a rather provocative piece of eye candy. I tried to not let Edwards's words, and lust-filled stares affect me but it was difficult. 100 million to buy me? Holy shit. I was genuinely starting to get a little unsure of my decision. Perhaps 200k wasn't enough.
Master shook his head "Do not be so distasteful Edward, people are not commodities. She is not for sale, she is not a slave" he looked back at me with a slight smile and took a drink from his glass holding it out "Please top me up, then you may go afterwards, leave the wine"
I think my Master could tell this was distressing to me, as far as first impressions, Master was actually making a pretty good one. I was honestly a little confused by him, having spent so much money on our creation he seemed strangely passive. I refilled his glass as Edward shook his head.
"People absolutely are commodities Gerald. I mean this one doubly so, the magic you have used on her is almost certainly worth more by far than she is. If you understood that you could have had a dozen mansions like this, I've never met a man with a head for business like you but that blind spot prevented you from meeting your full potential"
I placed the bottle back on the tray and left it sitting on a small table at Masters side. I gave them a small courtesy "Good Day Master, Monsieur" I tried not to shiver as I left.
"You do not think I have been successful enough?" He asked as I left. My heart was beating furiously. What even was that? Master had seemed nice but that horrible Mr Chambers; at no point had he looked at me like I was a person. I walked down the corridor with no specific destination in mind just wanting an opportunity to calm down. After a few minutes I decided where I was going to go. My internal map told me that there was external gardens at the back of the house but provided no further details. The gardens of such a house must be exquisite and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see them and felt it would be a good environment to relax.
Suddenly, I was lightly jostled from my left hand side. I felt a warm hand wrap around my neck and a warm body press up against me. I glanced across slightly to see another skimpily dressed, animal maid. This one was a fox with orange-red fur dressed in a similar outfit though she had stockings and suspenders in addition to her pumps. Her dancing tail was plump and bushy though certainly no match for mine. She licked her furred muzzle as she gave me a lusty look. She was certainly very attractive and moved with the same sexual grace as Silver and I did. "My name is Ruby" she said in rather seductive tones as her right hand played sensuously down my neck. I had only been in the mansion for a few hours now and had spent most of it in some state of arousal, surely you could have too much of a good thing! I started to worry whether such ongoing arousal might have negative effects, was it possible to draw so much blood away from your brain that you might faint?
Suddenly I felt a similar furry jostle from the right and another hand was placed around my neck. I turned my head to discover I was now in the middle of a very fluffy sandwich. What I found was a nigh-on identical fox now flanking me from the other side. I had heard neither approach "And I am Scarlet" said the other one. "What's your name?"
My movements had slowed but somehow I was still walking. Our hips were swinging perfectly together which meant despite the fact their warm bodies were pressing closely into mine, we were still able to move. We must have each been programmed with the same sensual movements, I could only imagine how this must have looked like from behind, I would imagine anyone watching would probably orgasm on the spot! "Uhm, uhm Fifi. Aah eet ees Nice to meet you" I offered lamely
Ruby and scarlet giggled "Oh I love your accent!, that is a nice touch by Mistress Silver" My movements had started to slow a little because the pair were starting to play with me somewhat more aggressively, Ruby in particular was massaging the top of my breast lightly with the hand that lay across my neck and I would be lying if I didn't say it was having a significant and immediate effect. A warmth was building in my groin and I could feel a moistness which made my cheeks flush red. My breathing was getting a little faster and less even.
Scarlet giggled slightly "Oh Fifi, you are delightful, what a cutie. I was pretty excited when I heard we were getting a skunk" Suddenly she paused and twirled, falling a half step behind me, her arms catching under my shoulders and pulling me back against the wall. I could feel her large breasts pushing through my tail and into my back. My blush intensified but before I could say anything Ruby had pushed into me from the front, her furry form enveloping my body. She stared at me for just a second, like a predator considering her prey before our lips met. I should have felt violated but I didn't, It all felt incredible and I returned her passionate kiss without even realising I was doing it. I had never experienced anything like this before, the knowledge Silver had given me earlier meant my half of the kiss was just as skilled, if I had been able to do this before, perhaps I might have been a bit more successful in love.
Scarlet's arms roamed to my breasts and started massaging the huge mounds under my blouse while Ruby had one arm around my neck and the other against the side of my head. Her passionate assault continued as her mouth continued to press against mine, her rough tongue exploring the inside of my muzzle. I felt like their plaything and in truth, they were in total control. Scarlet managed to sneak a clever clawed hand under my shirt and started to tease one of my nipples directly causing me to moan loudly. My crotch was soaked, liquid was dripping down matting into my fur but it was hard for me to pay attention. The foxes were gorgeous, perhaps even more attractive than Silver and they had me squashed in an erotic, furry sandwich that was driving me crazy. Suddenly, I felt something press against my pussy. My eyes widened as I realised it was Ruby's delicate hand, when had it left the side of my face? Her mouth pulled away, a thick string of saliva drawing out between us. I stared at her, eyes half closed moaning, my mouth agape drooling. "A...ahh Mademoiselle Ruby...w...wait" There wasn't much force in my words and it did not stop that clever, clawed finger from being slipped around my panties and into my needy crotch. There was no pain, there was more than enough lubrication but the sensation caught me out. I cried out in pleasure. "A...ahh...Ruby" I moaned unconsciously grinding my crotch against her. Ruby giggled and paused pushing her head in for another kiss, but she stopped her lips hovered painfully close.
"Ah Fifi, Are you okay? Perhaps you would like me to stop" Her voice was dripping in honey, It was not really a question.
Oh that cruel vixen, I was in a terrible state, melting in their arms. I wasn't entirely sure where I began and they ended in this little furry pile of lust. Most of the decision making parts of my brain had been switched off and all I could do was shake my head "N...non, please" I really needed this, I really needed this fox to finish what she had started.
Scarlet had somehow managed to finish undoing my blouse at this point and my breasts were hanging out of my shirt for any passers-by to see, she was squeezing and teasing my puffy areola in a maddening way. Ruby gave a sharp, lusty giggle and our lips embraced while a second finger joined the first in my dripping pussy. For a moment, I think I just became an animal whose only desires and thoughts were to be played with roughly by these scarlet temptresses.
Ruby's expert ministrations soon brought me to orgasm, an explosive set of sensations that had been nothing like any of my experiences as a man. My back arced as spots of white danced across my vision and I screamed and moaned in a most undignified way. Even as the sensations faded, my brain still felt like mush and I stared at Ruby, mouth agape, tongue lolling in what I am sure was a very arousing sight. Ruby Leaned in and gave me one last, passionate kiss before lowering me gently to the ground where I slumped, pulling in great, heaving breaths. She blew me a kiss, rubbing at her own crotch and gave a giggle "Catch you later Fifi"
As the foxes walked away I could hear them talk "I like her" said Scarlet
Ruby nodded "She is going to be fun to play with"
I am not entirely sure how long I lay there before picking myself up. I was a rather sodden mess and my panties were absolutely soaked. I slid them off, still panting and went to hide them in a pocket before realising, Maid outfit. No pockets. I sighed slightly. What had just happened? And should I be upset about it? Logically I *should*, I had not given them any kind of permission to do that and yet a not insignificant part of me wanted them to come straight back. I looked down and blushed, pulling my shirt over my boobs and started doing up the buttons, I was still aroused and my nipples pressed out lewdly against the silky material. I sighed slightly, wondering again if perhaps I was a masochist. Well perhaps it didn't matter, I checked my internal map for a bathroom and moved *quickly* in that direction.
Getting cleaned up turned out to be quite easy. All the knowledge I had been given by Silver earlier came in useful here and rather quickly, I had managed to get the sticky mess out of my fur. My panties, I ran under the tap for a while but I couldn't put them back on. I could go back to my room and get new ones but I was still rather overwhelmed with emotion. I decided to risk it, I was furred down there after all and I really had not seen all that many people about. Besides, I doubted anyone would care, everyone around here seemed insanely over-sexed but perhaps that was because these bodies seem so designed for pleasure. I turned the tap off and walked back out into the corridor, trying to ignore the warmth that still seemed to radiate out from my groin.
I decided my plan of going to the gardens still made sense and so taking the most direct route, I soon found myself standing in a conservatory looking outside into a large open space. The delicate floral arrangements and flawless lawns must take an army of servants and contractors to maintain, though none were evident.
I tried the door and it opened freely, taking a step outside, my heels crunched into the sand-coloured gravel pathway. I glanced around, examining the variety of perfectly maintained trees and flowers. Was that a *maze?* it was. I couldn't imagine being so rich that you owned a maze. I supressed a small laugh and started walking away from the house, taking deep gulps of clean air which seemed to wash away the unstable emotions that were still playing through me. By the time I reached a small pond filled with Koi, I was feeling strangely serene. I took a seat on a wooden bench and zoned out a little, listening to the tiny brook that bubbled over a waterfall, perhaps a foot in height. In that moment, everything felt right, even my bare, furry ass resting against the bench felt good. I didn't really need clothes, I didn't really need anything.
I snoozed for a while, I am not sure for how long but the light was starting to fade a little as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jerked up awake and looked around "Aah..Who Eez! Oh, Madam Silver" Silver was indeed standing behind me, one hand resting on the back of the bench. She was smiling at me, her tail swishing behind her. She seemed to have a mop resting on one shoulder, her other hand lightly grasping the handle.
"Ah Fifi" she said, holding the mop out towards me "I have been looking for you, Nya. You left quite a mess. Maids are meant to clean up the mess, not create it."
I was confused for a second before my cheeks suddenly suffused bright red "Ah but, they, but...ah" I took the mop and bowed my head slightly "Sorry Madam, I will get right on eet"
Silver nodded with a knowing smile "See that you do, Nya. I will see you in the Servant's hall tomorrow"
I squeaked slightly and nodded, dashing off. |
Avvy's Steppin' Out - Chapter 1 by Dissident Love | And now for an amusing return to Ilsa Calamata and The Resort! It's best to just call hir Avvy if you want to stay on your good side. Shi's a fairly new resident to Ilsa Calamata, but shi's already earned a sizeable reputation. Shi doesn't go looking for fame or notoriety, but it just kind of has a | [
"Balls",
"Herm",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Hyper",
"Hyper hyper",
"Hyperphallic",
"Jungles",
"Little scooters",
"Macro",
"Romance",
"Sexy pools",
"Sheath",
"The resort",
"bearcat",
"binturong"
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Avvy's Steppin' Out
By
Dissident Love
Author's Note:
The 'incaps' were something I thought up a while ago but never really felt 'right' writing about. Some of you may know that I have a rather annoying tendency to try and ground my silly impossibilities in some semblance of reality, and the incaps were making that very difficult for me to write comfortably. Imagination is one thing... heck, maybe imagination is everything. But if I was going to try and share my creations with all of you, I needed to find a beginning to work with, maybe make mistakes with, and test out these waters.
Avvy volunteered, and was very clear that if I make any mistakes shi's going to track me down and make me pay. I want to stay on hir good side, so... here goes nothing!
Please tell hir I'm doing my best.
"Douchecanoe!" shi snarled, picking hirself up off the gleaming golden roads and reloading hir weapon. Two e-clips left, shi noted with dismay. Shi hadn't hit *shit* with that last assault. "Did ANYONE pick that fucker off?"
A chorus of negatives filled hir ears and shi sighed. "Of course. Figures. Back on Level Seven, heading up, someone PLEASE drop me some swag! I'm getting creamed out here!"
Corridors filled with bodies streamed past hir as shi sprinted, watching the energy bar in the corner of hir HUD fading from bright blue down to a somber, sickly brown. "Yeah, like I care. I do yoga," shi panted. "That's good enough!"
The signage indicated Level 8. *Two whole levels*, shi thought furiously. *NO-ONE knocks me down two levels! I'm fragging your ANCESTORS!*
Avoleiriciano Arrosasencionado, or 'Avvy' to pretty much everyone except hir parents and a few diplomatic pencil-pushers, burst out onto Level Nine of Niska Populi, a sprawling mega-complex currently overrun with escaped, self-replicating and self-upgrading cyborgs. It didn't help that they also tended towards the more homicidal side of the maniac continuum.
Shi scanned the map on the other side of hir HUD. The red dots were clustered to the northwest, but were too far to give hir a solid location. "Where is everyone? Bank vault?"
"Med lab, quarantine!" snapped a high-pitched male voice over hir comms. "Where you been?"
"I got shot in the face!"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch! We're already clearing out here!"
Avvy continued to sprint, zigzagging and scanning the destruction for e-clips, g-packs, anything shi could use. "Leave me *anything?!*"
"Loot is for the living!"
"ASS HATS!"
"YOU WISH!"
The med lab was quite a ways to the north, center of the city's vast bio-augmentation conglomerates. The bank vaults would have been easy pickings by comparison. "So you're a man down and you take on F-class zones? What twink crew you guys outfit with?"
"We were doing fine without you, Snowqueen!"
Avvy spared a glance for hir weapon, a tactical reverse entropic amplifier, terawatt-range. Shi called it the Frozen TREAT. "Oh, boo hoo, listen to me! I'm defending free will and liberty as long as people don't use their free will to make CHOICES! Suck it up, butternut!"
More chatter flowed back and forth, the rest of hir squad (hah, as if they thought they were hirs!) launching yo-yo strikes at the entrenched fortifications of the med lab, advancing and retreating, advancing and retreating. It wore down defenses, it was safe, it was reliable, and it was boring as fuck.
The city square flashed past.
The Galactic Archival Library loomed ahead, but shi hung a left and sped behind it, leaping over barbed wire fences.
"East wall is down!" someone crowed, a husky feminine voice. "Grenades, grenades, grenades! Shock 'em!"
"FUCKNUGGETS!"
"Hey, YOU signed up for Pitfalls On! Don't whine to us!"
The med lab loomed ahead, retro golden curves and domes seemingly bound, trapped by heavy steel beams. The whole monstrous structure resembled a work of art that had weapons and armor hastily bolted to the exterior. The front doors stood open, smoldering mutant corpses littering the broad cathedral steps leading up. The red dots on hir hud were directly ahead, pulsing with black waves to indicate they were below hir, somewhere in the mazelike depths of the sub-basements.
"I'm back!" Avvy panted, hastily freezing a still-standing cyborg to a golden column with a single round from hir weapon. Shi left it behind, not worrying about encountering it on the way out. Shi kicked hirself even as shi spoke the words, knowing that shi'd be just as dismissive if someone else dared say it. "Wait for me!"
Derisive laughter filled hir ears. Shi ground hir teeth, wondering if shi could somehow sneakily change hir settings to Free For All without the rest of hir 'team' noticing. Shi knew shi should have held out for a better mission, but shi'd been too eager, too pent up. Hir stomachs rumbled and shi was dimly aware that a commotion seemed to be following hir down into the depths of the lab, a distant overlap of voices that echoed eerily in time with the spinning red emergency lights.
Hir hud lit up white and shi burst through the double doors into the Vaults and was immediately assaulted by brilliant scintillations of laser fire. A p-frag detonated just to hir left, yellow energy fading to green and tossing hir sideways. Six-limbed mutants crawled along the walls and ceilings, at least one pair of arms glinting with blood-soaked metal. The room was a rough arc splitting off to either side, with escaped horrors crawling towards hir from the left; the ID markers of hir team were off to the right.
"WOO! Avvy's back, baby!" shi crowed, painting the advancing hordes with sheets of jagged ice, strafing and backing up to where hir team was hopefully holding down a fortified position. Some of the creatures burst free almost immediately, but the diamond-hard shards tore through other monsters, leaving glowing red injuries. "Fast as fast can be, you'll never catch me!"
The huge armored doors at the end of the chamber were nothing but a blackened, smoking ring of debris. Shi scurried through, already down half a clip, and found hirself in the low, cramped access tunnels leading to the Vaults. Doors sprouted regularly on both sides, with obscure combinations of numbers and confusing hieroglyphs on each. Shi'd only been here once before, and it hadn't been quite so... on fire the last time. Shi started down to the left, knowing where the best loot was stashed.
"Where-"
The door nearest hir exploded outwards, and Avvy had just enough time to scream, unloading hir weapon into the face of a Gnasher. Titanium tentacles wrapped around hir, blades loomed overhead, and the Gnasher's great jaws, metal beartrap mandibles studded with gleaming white demon teeth, closed on hir hud.
\_ **CONGRATULATIONS!** \_
\_ **You have died.** \_
"SMUT-FUCKING COCK-WOMBLES!" Avvy bellowed, whipping hir VR helmet off and spiking it on the linoleum tiles. Shi glared down at the very expensive technological gadgets, wires trailing off to hir portable GameKit, shaking with frustration. "Who even *plays* with Pitfalls on anymore, and WHO DOESN'T GO LEFT IN THE VAULTS?!"
The Ilsa Calamata Employee Commissary was normally full of animated conversation, laughter, and vast quantities of food rattling around on extra-large plates. Even in the middle of the night it was fairly well-occupied, but presently it was full to bursting for the breakfast meals. The noise had faded, though, with a great number of concerned glances aimed hir way. Fortunately, most of the expressions were confused rather than worried; it had been months since someone had called security on Avvy.
"Sorry," the binturong grumbled apologetically, bending low and grunting as shi struggled to reach the VR set. The ground seemed awfully far away this morning, and shi hadn't even eaten anything yet. Eventually shi gave up and managed to snag some of the cables with a forepaw, tugging the whole thing back onto hir trolley.
The shaggy but still glossy taur was posted up in one of the huge dining hall's corners. The lineups for the buffet that morning had been ridiculous and shi'd decided to get in a quick game of Overreach while shi waited for the throngs to disperse. Shi scanned the lines nearest hir and found that they seemed to be a great deal shorter than those on the other side of the commissary. "Hey, must be my lucky morning," shi smiled, thumbing the control on hir waist that scooted hir trolley forwards.
"Actually," the tall, sturdily-built reindeergrrl in front of hir chuckled over hir shoulder, "you scared some of this line off."
"What? How?"
"Cock-womble?" the majestic cervid repeated, doing hir best to sound innocent with those sounds coming out of hir mouth. "You have a bit of an... area of effect when you're in the throes of passion."
Avvy blushed, but only the tiniest bit. Shi knew shi tended to get a little... active, when shi was shooting the first persons, but that was hardly as bad as what some of the other folks at the Resort got up to, certainly. "I'll try to keep it down, next time."
"Next time," the grrl mused. "Gotcha. You could, you know... wait until you're\_done\_ breakfast to do whatever it was you were doing. Call of Heroes?"
"Overreach."
"Aahh. I heard of that one. Must be some setup you got there," the statuesque grrl noted, glancing at the little battery-powered components at the front of Avvy's trolley. This motion gave Avvy a better look at the person in front of hir, a thin pink t-shirt stretched awkwardly thin by a pair of clearly-enhanced breasts that must have been at least a little bit hyper to start with, bouncing and swaying heavily above a pair of cargo shorts that were clearly not designed for that much cargo.
"The best money can buy," the taur nodded, knowing the dollar amount of the hardware but still not having the best concept of the dollar value. "You play?"
The reindeer's broad shoulders flexed in an indifferent shrug. "Meh. Not my thing."
"Ah."
The line drifted forwards, Avvy whirring along with each little gesture from hir controls. A few late stragglers appeared behind hir, a rather 'normal' looking squirrel young man (normal for The Resort, at least) and a tall and presumably slender marten. Presumably, because Avvy could really only see the top of her head and most of her shapely calves, the rest of her front being taken up by three colossally stacked pairs of breasts. The green-and-gold sheath dress she wore fit like a second skin, or at least a second fur, and left nothing to the imagination.
"Wow," the squirrel breathed, wide-eyed, getting a good long look at Avvy.
"What? What is it?" the marten giggled, turning very slowly so she could see. Avvy was impressed by the girl's fullness, an indeed trim and toned body sinking into the back of those six tremendous swells, but the marten's eyes bulged out when she could see what her date's fuss was about. "Oh, wow! Avvy, right?"
Avvy nodded, scooting forwards to keep up with the line. Shi wasn't about to miss hir spot for breakfast! "Yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, I... don't know everyone's names here yet. You are?"
"Pirt!" she bounced proudly. "I SWEAR that's on my birth certificate. It means a spiritual journey of finding oneself. I heard about you, though!"
The binturong grimaced. "Yeah, I get that a lot."
Binturongs were colloquially called 'bearcats' for a reason, even though they were most closely related to civets. Hir glossy black fur was full and shaggy, more resembling canine than ursine pelt. Hir muzzle was wide and sleek, whiskers twitching below small, crimson eyes, hir stubby little ears tufted and swishing back and forth as shi felt eyes on hir hind portions. Shi often felt eyes there, for various obvious reasons.
The taur wore a baggy sleeveless shirt that muffled, but could not entirely hide, hir full and plump bosom. Around the Resort shi would be considered on the flatter end of things, up front, but shi knew shi had hir own little secrets. Hir barrel was long and broad, powerfully-built, giving the impression of strength even when motionless. Further back hir tail was just as impressively girthy, and longer than hir forebody by several feet.
Hir four paws wiggled, clawed and padded toes drumming against hir taut, ruffled flesh. There were many shops in town that catered to clothing for taurs, and a few had even offered to make Avvy a custom outfit or two, but where possible shi preferred to trundle about au naturel. Shi was about five and a half feet tall (the last time shi was easily able to measure) and about nine feet long in the barrel, which caused most people to become briefly baffled by the enormity of hir maleness. Shi sat perched atop hir sheath, straddling it the way most bipeds would straddle a horse (if that was their thing), no longer able to reach the ground with hir paws. The cuff pushed past hir forelegs far enough that shi could usually balance hir lunch tray on it, and as far as shi cared to know this was as small as shi could get these days.
Further back, pushing the boundaries of what hir current trolley could hold, hir sac strained glossy-tight, proportionally larger even than a sheath like hirs should have required. They snuggled up tight enough to hir rump that hir tail had to start nearly vertical before drifting down again, oftentimes seen absentmindedly caressing hir own too-sensitive skin. The squirrel's nostrils flared, his own tail swishing erratically, when he realized those swollen orbs came up to his chest.
"You can blink, you know," Avvy chuckled, wiggling hir butt and sending hir sloshing swells quaking side to side.
"N-no, I'm good."
"Hey!" Pirt chirped, pouting cutely. Martens and minks and the like were uniquely well-equipped to put cutely. "I'm right here, you know!"
"Yes, dear, of course you are."
"HEY!"
Avvy snickered, pulling a tray from the stacks that shi'd finally managed to reach and resting it atop the front of hir sheath. "Don't you two start arguing over little old me," shi called back over hir shoulder, even though they'd apparently forgotten their little squabble and were busy making out. The squirrel's paws managed to be on more than half of hir breasts at once, by some miracle of desire.
Shi sighed again and inched hir trolley forwards, wondering just how much damage shi could do to hir Resort food card today...
. . . . .
The erstwhile Miss Arrosasencionado, who tended to claw and bite when hir last name was used within earshot, floated placidly around the Resort's Upper Palm Pool. A ring of inflatable pads were netted together to form a simple harness designed to gently cradle hir bulk, allowing hir paws access to the water. Shi might not be able to walk around on dry land, but shi was quite a good paddleboat should the occasion arise.
Hir one regret, soaking in luxuriant geothermally-warmed waters high atop Ilsa Calamata's secondary mountainous cone and surrounded by some of the happiest and most gorgeous people in the world, was that hir waterproof gaming rig was still stuck in development. The crowdsourcing campaign had been a wild success, bolstered by one incredibly generous donor (Avvy smirked, remembering the phone call shi'd received from hir mother's exasperated accountant) but the delivery date had been pushed back twice.
Hir four paws splish-splashed around, guiding hir away from the zero-edge waterfall. There was no possible physical way shi could go over, and it was only six feet down to the Lower Palm Pool, but it still unnerved hir. That, and shi didn't like the way shi seemed to attract whistles from below when hir sheath thumped up against the clear plexiglass. "Round and round and round and round I go," shi sing-songed, mostly in key.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I have to beat it out of you?" a voice said from just off to hir port side.
"Nothin," Avvy murmured, fiddling with hir shades. Hir swim top was more of a sports bra, offering far more coverage than some at the Resort preferred, but shi'd always felt a little awkward being naked. From the waist up, at least. The bare flanks of hir sheath glistened with moisture, hir sac bobbing merrily behind hir.
"Are you a terrible liar," Jerome snerked, splashing hir with a heavy, spadelike paw. The blockily-built longhorn looked like a used mop in the pool, chestnut fur straying in all directions and particularly in a single blond curtain down across his eyes, but he didn't care. Frankly if he cared about appearances he wouldn't be a full-time Porter at the Resort. "You've been down since Wednesday. I can tell. I know you. I'm in your mind."
"Shut up."
"*In your mi-i-i-ind..."* he intoned menacingly, waggling his fingers at hir.
Avvy glared at him, but in the face of his dopey grin, teeth gleaming against his sopping beard, shi couldn't possibly win. Shi drooped and paddled in little circles closer to hir Porter. Shi wasn't so incapacitated that shi needed full-time assistance, but hir membership did cover round the clock on-call service. Shi preferred the male Porters that shi wasn't in any immediate danger of flirting with, and of those shi preferred Jerome, but shi wasn't about to tell him that. "I don't know, exactly. I've just felt... I dunno. Off. This week."
Jerome leaned over until he was mostly floating on his back, a gigantic ruddy mat of fur with a bright green swatch of fabric across his own not-inconsiderable assets. "What's special about this week?"
"I dunno."
"You don't know much, do you."
"I will bop you, sir!" shi grunted defiantly, shaking a hefty fist weakly. "Just... come closer. I can't move very fast when I'm waterlogged."
The longhorn examined his charge, as he had examined hir on many such occasions. Being a Porter at the Resort wasn't nearly as glamorous or obviously sexual as being an Escort, but he found it very rewarding. There were hypers who needed help with everything, even if some of them would never admit it. Gals so busty they couldn't easily even get into their own custom closets. Grrls and guys so woefully endowed they needed assistance getting their reinforced and ultra-supportive undergarments on just so they could walk around. More urgently, there were rapturously enamored lovers who had perhaps chosen their locations poorly and had been fwoomped beyond a room's capacity, or sometimes worse. He remembered needing to get the jaws of life just to extract an Escort and hir weekend companion from the twisted remains of a limousine...
Avvy, though, didn't need much help like THAT. Hir trolley kept hir fairly mobile, anywhere on the island. Shi could reach things on the high shelves due to hir body being perched so prominently on hir own assets. Shi could make hir own coffee, call hir own taxis, and even dress hirself when the need arose. Shi had been there for three months, and shi hadn't even needed to call for Porter assistance with a lover, which he had a hard time believing; one look at hir endowments and he knew that it would have *definitely* made local news if shi'd gone all the way. Shi seemed to have no use for the Porters.
But shi called them every day, nonetheless, and more and more shi requested him. Usually they just grabbed a coffee, or went shopping and shi would find some excuse for him to carry hir purchases. Sometimes they went to the beach, but more often it was just the Resort pools, removed from the public.
"Bop away, miss," Jerome winked. "It would be an honor to be bopped by a woman of such bountiful beauty."
Avvy scowled. "You making fun of my junk?"
"If by 'making fun of' you mean 'making blatant romantic overtures at', then yes."
Shi scanned his expression, looking for the slightest hint of sarcasm that shi knew had to be there. "You said you didn't go for taurs," shi grumbled suspiciously.
"I say a lot of things you don't listen to. How was I supposed to know you'd listen to that one?" He pushed himself easily through the water, drifting closer until he was within scant inches of bumping against the cuff of hir sheath, staring up at hir grumpy muzzle. "I'm just trying to figure you out, miss. As a fully bonded and licensed Porter it would be wholly remiss of me to take you in a manly fashion, even though you are very pretty."
"Just keep thinking that."
He reached up, patting the fairly family-friendly expanse of hir tummy, safely between the dangerous territory of hir sheath and hir breasts. "Come on. You can tell your old pal Jerome anything. Mostly since you're currently paying for me to float around on my ass and drink expensive tropical drinks."
"They're not \_that\_expensive..."
"Yes yes, you're very rich. We get it."
"I'm not VERY rich! I'm... I'm..." Avvy's paws waved uncertainly. "I'm... from a wealthy family?"
Jerome scrutinized hir. He knew shi came from money. A lot of money. A LOT of money. The sort of money that made even respectable community college diplomas in social work and engineering have problems with the math. Right off the bat he'd suspected that was the source of hir strange ennui, hir stubborn refusal to find joy in hir life. Over the past few weeks, though, he'd come to see hir attitude towards money just as resentful as hir attitude towards romance. They seemed to be things that shi felt other people should care about more than hir.
"Well, thank goodness you didn't bring any of it with you."
"I can still pay you to get bopped, you know," shi threatened, but hir whiskers were twitching in amusement. "You're trying to shrink me, aren't you?"
Jerome glanced down, just once, at a sheath that absolutely outweighed his sizeable frame. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said with just the tiniest bit of fear.
"HEAD shrink me, dumbass," shi giggled, smacking him with a forepaw. "You're doing that couch thing psychiatrists do."
"You're too perceptive for me. I will have to have my minions up the levels of truth serum in your pancake syrup."
"Do you talk to everyone like this?!"
"Only if it works," he grinned, pulling his hair away from his eyes just enough to match hir gaze. "Small talk bounces off of you like coconuts off a kraken, miss. If there's one thing I've learned from watching you game, it's I need to-"
"Piss me off?"
"-treat you like you're not special," he finished.
Avvy's jaw opened, but hir retort died on hir lips.
Jerome took a deep breath, pleased that he currently hadn't been bopped by something more dangerous than a binturong's fist. "I take it from your unaccustomed silence that I'm close? I checked your gamer profile, AvvyLonRanger. Blurry selfie. Gender 'other'. Location 'Prefer not to say'. Nothing on there about you being a gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, rich, single and *spectacularly* hyper taur babe living in a tropical paradise. Unless that was hidden somewhere in your Auction page, but I didn't really check that hard. You don't want them knowing."
Avvy was paddling backwards now, but not very insistently. "Why should it make a difference? I don't want the dudebros on there spending the entire match hitting on me, trying to get my number."
"You just want them to play the game."
"Exactly!"
"Treat you like they'd treat anyone else."
"Damn straight! The only way to even get a decent round going."
"So why do you act like that *here?"* he queried, swinging his arm around to take in the majesty of the mahogany and chrome Resort buildings behind them, the verdant jungle-covered volcano in the distance, and of course the dozens of scantily-clad denizens of all possible shapes and genders swimming around and sunning themselves.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Avvy snapped, all four paws smacking against hir sheath and sending spray in all directions. "I... I just..."
More glances were aimed hir way, Escorts carefully treading water or ambling precariously around the edge of the pool suddenly wide-eyed with concern. The feisty binturong glared back, daring any of them to say something, anything.
"I thought it would be easier," shi whispered as the general din of the Resort returned. Shi plucked at the nozzles of some of hir floats, hir bulk sinking several more inches into the water as the air hissed out.
"What would?" Jerome asked, even though now he thought he knew.
"People. Just... I don't... talk... well. With people. I don't deal with them well."
"You deal well with me."
"That's different!"
"Why? Just because you're paying me?"
"Y-... well..."
Jerome reached out of the water, gripping hir forepaw gently. His knuckles rest against hir sheath, marvelling again at how FIRM it was, how clearly packed full with hidden improbable size shi must be, but he didn't notice or care, and he didn't think shi was too concerned with that casual contact. "Because I *have* to be here, right? If I \_wanted\_to be here, it would be different?"
"Pretty much," shi sighed.
"So if I were to tell you that I DO want to be here, would that make a difference?"
Avvy shook hir head, but hir muzzle twitched in a double-take. "You what?"
"I get paid whenever I'm on duty. I could be getting paid in the Commissary right now, or I could be getting paid to prybar some lucky old dude out of the sauna again. Long story, I'll have to tell you that one later. I could be getting paid to escort one of the very, *very\_expecting ladies here down to the hospital for an ultrasound. But I try to make my afternoons free because I \_like* hanging out with you. Even if you yell at me and threaten me with physical violence."
The buoyant bearcat fought to keep up hir glower, but it was just being overwhelmed by a vague bewilderment. "Well, I mean... yeah, sure. I like hanging out with you, too. That's why I... ask if you're free when I call the Porter's Office."
"So you like hanging out with me."
"Yeah."
"And I like hanging out with you."
"Ye-e-eah?"
"But it only works for you if you think there's money involved and I'm not allowed to leave."
Avvy drifted clockwise, ready to brave the zero-edge waterfall if it meant ending this conversation. "You can leave now then. Fine."
Jerome surged through the water, floaties and smaller hypers bobbing in his wake. He grabbed Avvy's forepaw and spun hir back around as though shi were no more than just another inflatable toy. Hir hackles rose, clear all along hir mane of bristly onyx fur, but Jerome's face was nothing but open, bovine honesty. "Do you have, like, goldfish memory, or something? I just said I LIKE hanging out with you, dummy!"
"Dummy?" shi echoed.
"You sure know to pick which words to focus on, don'tcha?"
The inexorable tug of the water's gentle currents eventually butted them both up against the plexiglass sheet holding back the Upper Palm Pool. Avvy seemed to sink a little lower, though he was pretty sure it was just hir shoulders. "Sorry."
"For?" he asked, sounding genuinely perplexed.
"For... shouting. And being a jerk. Like I said. I'm not good. With people."
"Or long sentences."
"Shut up!" Avvy smiled, turning hir muzzle away. "Why are you still here?"
"You paid me through until 5pm."
"Oh. Uhm." Hir shoulders slumped again. "I guess that's fair. You don't have to hang out much longer then."
"Not much longer."
"Hmmm."
"Good."
Avvy blinked, lips quivering. "Good?"
"Yeah. Because at 5pm, you're going to go down to the Commissary and get yourself a good meal. At 6pm, if you're actually done eating, you're going to head back upstairs and play a few rounds of whatever game has you swearing like a deckhand and you're going to get all that shooty-shooty blood-blood angst out of your system. At 7pm, you're going to trundle into your closet and find something sparkly to wear, because promptly at seven-thirty, you are going to be boarding the Beach City Shuttlebus with yours truly at the helm, and we are going to hang out *again."*
The binturong bobbed up and down thoughtfully, hir tail making long, languid swooshes above them. "You managed to make that entire invitation sound threatening."
"I know. I didn't mean to."
"No, no, it worked." Shi reached out a paw, very cautiously, and squeezed his shoulder. "I'm not good with people."
"I know," Jerome replied, giving hir sheath a little elbow-bump. "You don't need to be good with everyone. I just want to help you get good at a couple of them. You can practice on me."
Avvy's eyes widened. "Practice?" shi leered.
"Not like that! Not like that!"
. . . . . .
At 5pm, after getting Jerome's help towelling off, much to the delight of passers-by around the pool, Avvy did indeed head down to the Commissary where shi demolished several entrees and only two desserts. Due to hir rather bulky nature shi ate at the long, chairless tables positioned between the cashiers and the extra-wide exits. These prime locations were reserved for taurs and the more extreme hypers in order to limit just how much walking they needed to do through the crowds, and Avvy was actually grateful for that kind of preferential treatment.
As such, though, shi often found hirself the shortest person at a table full of giants. Tremendous taurs loomed around hir, some with six or more legs, some wielding multiple sheaths, some with tails weighed down by those wonderfully numerous hidden seed tanks. Taurs tended to sport more... unique hyper variations than their anthro relatives. Avvy wasn't especially 'special' in that regard, but hir relative proportions caused more than one taur to whistle appreciatively, even after all these months.
"If you keep feeding that thing, it's just going to keep growing," the tigertaur to hir left giggled, eyeing hir quite openly. The huge feline was quite over-abundantly plump in all the places that would normally make Avvy's eyes spin, overflowing her outfit in a dozen places and in danger of busting out of her shirt if she sneezed, but the binturong was too preoccupied to notice. For once, though, it wasn't about a video game.
"Yeah," shi nodded, idly stroking the cuff of hir distressingly full endowment. "We wouldn't want that."
The tigress coughed in mild disbelief, but nonetheless brought her thick and wonderfully fluffy tail around to give Avvy's sac a polite, by Resort standards, caress.
A little after 6pm shi was back in hir suite, a wraparound luxury unit very near the top of the main Resort tower. Shi didn't use most of the floor space, and indeed there was a lot of the original staging furniture still scattered around, but shi felt that should shi ever actually bring someone back to hir bed it would be to hir advantage to have A LOT of room available. As it was, shi had only ever been intimate with hirself and by hirself since moving in, and shi still had to be careful just how frisky shi got. Some of these walls were probably load-bearing.
"ICE QUEEN'S REVENGE IS BEST SERVED FROSTY!" shi squealed, hir entire body quivering as shi pushed the limits of Ilsa Calamata's high-speed satellite connection. Chainsaw-limbed mutants and half-demon cyborgs fell before hir in droves, and for the first time in weeks the somewhat less-popular ice-themed character's icon appeared on the server's leaderboards.
Shi would have loved to have pushed on; a couple hundred more kills and shi might actually get back into the Big Three.
But then shi thought of Jerome's stupid grinning face and his stupid swishy bangs and his stupid friendly personality, and shi navigated to the logoff screen. "We better have fun," shi grumped, but shi couldn't deny the flutter of anticipation in hir stomach, nor the twitching of hir muzzle that threatened to develop into a full-blown smile.
Around seven-fifteen, running late but fully blaming Jerome if he didn't expect that, shi wheeled into hir closet that was larger than some of the Resort's master bedrooms. Most taurs needed a lot of hanger space, after all. The sight of more than a hundred outfits daunted hir, dense tail drooping. Shi'd had such big plans to wear them all, strut hir stuff, turn some heads, maybe break a heart or two, but... but...
"But nothing," shi muttered to hirself, doing hir best to banish the negative thoughts. They never stayed banished for long, but at the moment they seemed to be taking the hint and dutifully fucked off. "Turn some heads, break some hearts. Now *that's* a mission statement."
Shi made three full circuits of hir closet before settling on a dress of eye-wrenching ultraviolet purple. It clung to hir torso magnificently, thinning almost to a spaghetti strap where it disappeared into the void between hir mane and hir neck. Shi inhaled, examining hirself critically in the huge wall mirror and rather enjoying the way hir all-natural breasts seemed to acquire that pumped-up silicone look, while hir newly (and expensively!) enhanced maleness jiggled and swayed beneath the flowing, scalloped edges of hir dress. The outfit couldn't cover all of hir, and indeed fully half of hir sheath and sac was exposed for all to see, but the attempt at modesty just made everything seem somehow... naughtier.
"I have *got* to do this more often," shi breathed, eyes wide as just the sight of hir own body set hir off slightly. A deep, gurgling rumble tickled the edges of hir hearing as shi rose another inch into the air, hir sheath filling out with contented, almost smug ease. "Easy, grrl. Down. For now, at least."
Promptly at seven-forty-seven, trolley buzzing in protest as shi pushed the throttle beyond the manufacturer's stated 'safe' limits for a grrl of hir weight, shi passed through the Resort's huge double doors and onto the half-mile of lush architectural promenade. Taxis, sports cars and limousines jockeyed with escorts and guests alike for position on the traffic circle, polished metal and brushed fur glowing fiercely in the light of the setting sun. Avvy briefly recoiled as, for a moment, all eyes seemed to be on hir, and most of those eyes bulged out...
... but then shi caught sight of a particular bovine's stupid swishy bangs and gasped when shi scanned down to take in the immaculate island tuxedo that the rest of him wore rather better than shi would have guessed.
"Right on time, my dear," he chuckled, leaning against the Beach City Shuttlebus. Fashions on Ilsa Calamata were by necessity somewhat altered in respect to the climate, but even a sleeveless tuxedo with shorts instead of trousers radiated formality. "Another two minutes and I was about to call security."
"I said I was coming, so I came. Shut up," shi replied, wheeling slowly over to him.
"I've heard those words so many times, but I have to say they sound somehow not sexy when you say them," Jerome winked, walking to the back of the bus. Anthros boarded at the front, while taurs had an access ramp at the back.
"What words-... oh!" Avvy gasped, smacking him on the shoulder. "Not like THAT!"
"Well, I figured," the big bovine just sighed theatrically. "Otherwise why bother going out at all?"
"Aren't you being presumptuous?"
"About you, perhaps, but certainly not about me. Remember, I don't like you like that," he grinned, watching hir trolley's little motors struggle to haul hir up the ramp.
"You're just a fucking *bouquet* of romance, aren't you?" shi retorted, staring at him. "If that's not... like, your PLAN or whatever, then what is it?"
Once shi was safely inside, Jerome locked the doors and hustled around to the front of the bus, leaping into the driver's seat. "I thought that was obvious!" he called back over the empty rows separating them. "Are you comfy back there?"
"I'm fine! WHAT was obvious?!"
The bus eased out of the loading zone, honking to ensure none of the more delightfully burdened locals were in his way, and started on the long and winding road down out of the hills and into the city. "I'm not your *date*, dingus! I'm your wingman!" |
Reminiscence ~ A Good Person by BridgeToPeace | Hi. This is a reminiscence chapter. I'll be doing more of these to supply and mend gaps in the story. To talk more about the characters using flashbacks and to give characters more development and quirks. These are vital to the story as they give insight and background to everyone. I'm trying a new | [
"Asdas",
"Asdasd"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152775-reminiscence-a-good-person | "You're a bit tired, aren't you?" a tall male walked across the dank and dark room with a candle. "The 30th Ward doesn't usually have electricity coverage so I'm afraid you'll have to make use of the candle."
"I'll be fine." Jason replied to Takizawa, he seemed quite sick after the long trek towards the second camp site. As his supervisor left, Jason's arm reacted in a way as if an electric pulse had shocked him. What was that?, he thought. And it instantly took him back to that time..
\-- TOKUGAWA UNIVERSITY \~ Second Day of Classes
What an insipid little jerk he was. Jet black hair, amber lit eyes clad with an extremely obnoxious jacket. As I looked at my bandaged arm, I could only feel the sensations of pain that he gave me. Who does that anyway? I'm only glad that my military background allowed me to even survive bolts of electricity like that. Any other person would've died! That incident with him yesterday definitely left a bad taste in my mouth.
"Mr. Alexander, there is a seat next to Kizu-san. Please have a seat." the gentleman-looking male from across the room called out to me. That was Mekiyasashi Kashikoi, our school's director and dean. A sophisticated man, polite and courteous and your typical white knight looking person. I'm really glad I could study here. Tokugawa University is currently considered one of the most advanced colleges in the world right now.. and I'm getting education here for free! ..I finally can fulfill my dreams of getting an education and a steady, normal and mundane life. It's all thanks to my uncle. But..
That little jerk was writing something in his stupid little notebook. He gave me a sneer and I gave a glare back. Little jerk. I've been here 30 minutes and I've already met someone I have a distaste for. Not wasting anymore time, I sat next to him and tried to listen to Director Kashikoi's orientation. Looking at the class it seemed everyone was attentive and ready to listen. So this is what a normal day in school feels like, hm? .. It has a serene feeling to it. ... Huh?
He was looking at me. This guy named Raiki. He quickly jotted something in his notebook as his eyes steered away from my direction. That notebook seems awfully important to him.. maybe it was a diary? That's unexpected. For a tough looking guy like him I didn't expect him to hold such trivial matters close to his psyche. ... Well.. I shouldn't judge.. he may have things in there he wishes to keep secret.
"Hey.. what're you writing in there?" I asked, looking quite curious and hoping that I could strike a new path in our relationship.
"Is everyone from your country this intrusive?" he replied back with another sneer. Well.. I was trying to make amends for your stupid decisions, 'friend.'
"N-no.." I said, holding back the urge to say something that I think he deserves to hear. There's no point in being the aggressor in this situation. Many conversations of the past has taught me how to be the bigger man.. and in this case he is the child.. I'm the adult. "I was wondering why you keep writing in it.. it's just the orientation. I'm surprised you're so diligent."
"... It's.. important that I list these things down. I'm a very compulsive person." Raiki replied back to me. He seemed quite somber the way he did.. I was expecting another snarky response but hey.. this works too!
"I've never met someone so overly compulsive about schoolworks." It was quite impressive.. he seemed like those stereotypical Asians who study things to death without a passing glance. At least, that's what we always thought in America. "Your parents must be strict."
"No.." Raiki said, continuing to write on his notebook. "I'm quite free to do as I please at home." He closed his notebook with an audible thud. "Is that the stereotype in your country? I've surmised that every foreigner I've talked to has always questioned the diligence of the Japanese people. We aren't quite nonchalant and ignorant like the Westerners. Like you."
"Hnn..." Calm down, Jason. You are the adult in this situation and right in front of you is a 12 year old pompous little brat who thinks he's all that.
"Your lips purse up when you get irritated." Raiki replied, opening his notebook and writing things down. "What an interesting quirk."
Is he.. profiling me? "..What? H-..How did you..?"
"I have keen eyes." Raiki replied, still writing down things on his notebook. That's.. unsettling though. Quite the compulsive person he is, taking down information about me. As if he plans to use it against me someday? That IS very unsettling. ..Eh.. I'm being too paranoid, am I? I guess it's just how he prefers to do things. Man, Japanese people are so stuck up. At least.. he's the first I've seen so snobbish.
"So.. uh.." As I tried to strike another avenue for conversation with him he tore out a page from his notebook and gave it to me. There was a Japanese symbol on it that I could not understand. "Um.. what is this?"
"It's the hiragana for the word silence." Raiki replied, his eyes glued to Kashikoi as if he wasn't acknowledging my presence. Looks like.. this year's going to be fun. New friends, a brand new culture to explore and this big ball of joy and happiness. Great. Looks like he really isn't the friendly type. And I actually thought he was warming up to me there. "I advise that this be the first Japanese word you learn."
"Hey! I'm trying to be nice here and--" I couldn't take it anymore.. I've never met someone so stuck up and full of himself.
"Alexander-san.." Kashikoi looked towards my direction from below as all the other students followed suit in giving me the limelight. "Is there something you wish to share with us?" the older male said seeming quite gentlemanly still.
"N-no.." I replied, quite remorseful of the disruption I caused. "Please.. d-do continue. I apologize for the disruption." With that, the director let me off with a nod as he continued his little dialogue with the class. From the far edges of my peripheral vision I could see a smirk.. a haughty little pompous smirk directed towards me.
"Shizuka." (Silence) Raiki replied in a low tone of voice as he wrote more things in that old notebook of his. "Regret is one of the worst feelings ever. Sometimes it's best to know when to keep quiet."
A philosopher too, huh. Can this guy's high horse get anymore taller, you'll pierce through the ceiling if you're not careful. "Tsk.." that was all I managed to muster. Talk about a rough first day. A few more minutes of this little dialogue and I'll be home free..
\-- BRIIIING!
That's the school bell. I can finally go home and chat up my parents. Guess I didn't really have enough time to meet new people.. but I think that can wait for tomorrow. Just.. I.. what..? Is..?
\--THUD!
"Oh no, he hit is head on the staircase!"
"Someone take him to the clinic!--"
\--
What the hell.. happened? I remember trying to walk down the stairs but.. what? It's Raiki. And he's reading his notebook. His sleeves are up and it seems he's sitting next to my bed. Wow.. did he..?
"..hey there." I managed to squeak out, looking quite embarrassed to be in this state in front of him.
".." Raiki took notice of me, his eyes darting towards my direction. "...Shizuka." And there he goes. His penchant for one word Japanese quips. "You need rest."
Huh.. that's weird. Compassion doesn't suit him. With the way he acted before, it seems he's a completely different person right now.
"Your stupid injury caught up to you.. are you really that weak?" Raiki said in a calm, nonchalant manner as he gave a slightly arrogant smirk. "No.. you didn't take care of it, did you?" ..he's right. I didn't have time to mend it yesterday..
"...h-hey now." I tried to rebut but my vision was hazy and my arm quite numb. Did he really.. go and.. bring me here? I don't understand him.. he's like a child. And he's writing more things in that goddamn notebook again. What the hell is he writing in there. "Hey.." I managed to say despite being tired. ".. can you tell me now.. what you're writing in that?"
Raiki gave me quite a surprised look, but then subsided into his neutral expression. He sighed and put down his pen as he closed his notebook with a thud. "Do you believe in time travel?"
"..Time travel..? That's.. not possible." I managed to say, quite confused by another of his cryptic questions. "..I wish it were.. though."
"It doesn't exist. But.. there are time travellers. I can say that with confidence.." Raiki said as he gazed up into the ceiling. It seems the notebook does hold quite a significance to him.. but.. "That's all I have to say." In his reverie, Raiki dropped his notebook onto my bed. A page opened up and showed a really well drawn sketch of.. me? Raiki quickly grabbed his notebook at the chance that he could. He kept the notebook close to his chest, as he stood up.
"..." He fell silent.. I couldn't get a good look at his expression but it seems he didn't like me taking a peek into it. Raiki walked quickly outside of my room without giving another comment. ..What an odd person. Prideful.. arrogant.. oddly compassionate at times. That's how I came to know him, at least. And as we got to know each other even more he's gotten even more comfortable with introducing the arrogant and prideful side to him.. but..
He's saved me more times than I can count. I can still.. remember those times where he. That time.. in the fighting arena.. that time during Kiyoshi's training. But this.. will probably a lasting memory. Even though he denies it.. he's a good person. What.. in the world.. hurt him?
Why am I being taken back to the time he first showed me compassion?
I guess.. the war really has changed me. This feeling is rare.. to be shown care for is.. a welcoming change.
\--
"Jason..!" A voice rang outside.. it was one of the villagers inside the campsite. "Takizawa-sama is asking for you. He said it was time to enact the plan. We will be waiting for you at the forward camp near the Outskirts. Don't be late."
"I-I'll be there.." I must've been on the clouds for quite some time.. I don't even feel rested yet. "I hope he's doing okay himself. Raiki Kizu.." My arm feels much lighter now.. that's odd. Wherever he is, I hope he takes care of himself. Like he does for others.. for this entire city.
He's a good person. Despite what everyone else in this city thinks of his heritage.
***I.. believe in him.*** |
Open-Minded Body by draconicon | #2 of Torin the 'Dragoness' And so, FA: Torin13 finds out that there is a little more to that strange hypnosis earlier, something that he's not entirely immune to. And what's this, now, that he's following all these weird orders... If you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at | [
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"Feral Dragon",
"Gender Shifting",
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"Mind Control",
"Oral",
"Prostitution",
"Transformation",
"drippy",
"feminization"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149275-open-minded-body | Open-Minded Body For Torin By Draconicon
Torin grumbled as he walked out of the house, shaking his head as he felt cum drooling down from his ass and his face. He wanted to wipe it clean, but Kilian had told him that it'd serve as advertising. When he asked for what...
The gold dragon blushed as he walked off of the property, making his way onto the sidewalk and then heading down the street towards the busier part of downtown. It wasn't so easy when he kept getting red-faced looks whenever people turned to stare at him, but he couldn't exactly stop.
*A dragoness like you should be selling herself on the street,* Kilian had told him. He hated the fact that his roommate still saw him as a dragoness, but it was weird how it just had...stuck like this. The whole idea was so stupid, to the point where he almost thought that it was some sort of joke the way that the older, blue dragon kept telling him that he was a dragoness. Trying to wind him up or something.
Then Necross had come by, and had insisted he was just a slutty dragoness.
Then Draconicon.
And then dozens of others, all looking for a chance to drop their loads in his ass or in his mouth, or...well, somewhere. He wasn't entirely sure where all of them had ended up, nor was he quite sure that he wanted to know.
He did know that his hindlegs were soaked on the way to the south side of downtown, his thighs getting soaked in the seed that was slowly oozing out of his backdoor. Torin blushed a bit as he made his way across the street, feeling some of it soaking into his hind paws and leaving little footprints behind him. He couldn't get away from it, no matter how hard he tried.
However, despite a series of catcalls and other lewd comments, Torin made his way to the seedier part of the city. He hadn't been here alone after night before, so it was...rather different to him.
*Scaletown sure is different when the sun goes down,* he thought as he looked around the businesses. Most of them were closed, but a couple of them were lit up in neon, showing scantily-clad lizards in the windows and promises of more further back. He wasn't sure what more would be like - after all, wasn't the point to have them showing less? - but he wasn't here for that.
Instead, he walked over to one of the few unoccupied corners on the street and sat his butt down, looking around the passing pedestrians. Well, pedestrians and others, including a few dragonesses on four legs, waving their tails at passing cars and using their tails for much more obscene things.
He stuck out his tongue. They were kinda gross, to him.
*Sell your body like a good 'ness...*
"Grrr. I don't want to be doing that, Kilian. Super Torin makes money in different ways, like a real dragon."
"Heh, and what is Super Torin?"
He glanced to the side, and then upwards as he found himself staring at a pair of hard pectorals rather than at a person. His eyes eventually found those of a rather tall anthro dragon, blue as Kilian - perhaps a little lighter - and with a rather hefty set of muscles to him. Not that dressed, either, just wearing a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of jeans, if that. Torin blinked.
"Uh, sorry?"
"What's Super Torin, you silly dragoness?"
"I'm not - Super Torin is me, of course!"
"Heh, that's your street name, I guess."
It was close enough to a command that Torin found himself nodding, even though it wasn't true. The blue dragon stepped in a bit closer, patting him on the back.
"Heh, so, you four-legged freak. How much does it cost?"
"How much -"
"I wanna wreck that big, fat ass of yours, and then blow a couple of loads over that pretty face. So, tell me how much."
"$150."
Torin blinked. He hadn't even been planning to say that much, or at all. He was just planning on -
The blue dragon interrupted his thoughts by pulling out a wad of cash, jamming it into the little scarf Kilian had wrapped around his neck before he'd gone out. Torin started to look down at it, only to get his head grabbed by a horn.
"Come on, pretty lady. You're going to be my bitch tonight."
"Uh...okay..."
Suddenly, he was a lot less sure about this.
His buyer - who was named Wryn, he found out - took him to one of the nearby alleys. They didn't even get that far away before he found himself getting shoved down, face against the pavement, and his ass lifted up high.
"Mmm, look at that slutty 'ness ass."
"Not a dragoness!"
"Really? Do you think any dragons would have a nice fat poundable ass like this?"
The spank that followed left him blushing, particularly as his ass jiggled up and down from the smack. He didn't remember it doing that before, but...but maybe he was putting on a few pounds. Yeah, that was it.
He blushed as he felt the big cock starting to rub against his ass, and was starting to feel rather glad that he'd get something for this. Even though cocks in his ass did feel rather nice -
"YEEP!"
He jumped as that cock tip slid right in, leaving him spread wide right from the start. He started to push back, only for Wryn to put a foot on his back and push down, hard, keeping him from squirming away.
"Ah ah, you slut. I paid for a night with a 'ness, and I'm gonna get it."
Paid for. He shivered as he felt that reminder, almost like a tingle right to his cock and through his body in general. He could feel his shaft throbbing, pushing out of its slit and getting bigger by the second, and he squirmed back and forth from the strange feeling of it...of it almost not feeling the right size.
*How...*
He couldn't quite pull his head around to take a look, but it did feel like it wasn't stretching as far up his belly as it normally would, particularly as Wryn started pounding at him, making his ass jiggle with every single thrust. Torin moaned despite himself, feeling his body getting used properly.
Properly?
That didn't sound right either, but he couldn't fight it. It felt proper for that cock to be deep inside of him. It felt right for it to be plunging in and out, fucking him, using his hole so rough and hard. It felt like a good thing for him to be getting paid for it. Just like a good little dragoness.
*But...but I'm not a dragoness!*
Torin shook his head, still trying to fight the strange ideas that were getting implanted in his mind, but the feeling of that cock fucking him so hard just felt too good. It was hard to think around that, to feel anything but pleasure as he was filled again and again, as he was given that thick dick. He sprawled out further, his ass rising higher in the air as the fuck went on. He wriggled himself from side to side, grinding back on the thick cock.
"Heh, looking for a tip, girly? I'll give you some."
There was a soft rain of dollar bills falling on his back, and Torin moaned as he felt that same tingle from before run from his dick all the way through the rest of his body. This time, he did feel it, felt his cock shrink back towards it sheath, felt his balls shrinking to a smaller size as they pulled up.
More than that, his ass started growing, getting thicker and rounder, heavier and bouncier with each passing second. Now he could feel the weight of the cheeks, feel them lifting and lowering, bouncing up and down every time that Wryn slammed in.
Weakly, Torin pulled himself to all fours again, and looked down. His cock was definitely smaller, pulled back more than halfway compared to what it had been before. So many inches had been lost, and nothing had replaced them.
And...and he was smaller, too.
Normally, he was about five feet tall at the shoulder, but he couldn't be more than four and a half feet now, and not nearly as long as he used to be, either. Looking down his back, he could see that he'd become narrower, as well, save for the wider hips and the thicker...butt...
*I look like a dragoness! Super Torin doesn't want this super power, no, nope, definitely don't want it.*
He blushed as he wriggled, but there was no getting free as the blue dragon kept hammering at him, fucking him good and hard. Wryn was slowly getting faster when he heard another set of footsteps coming down the alley. Whimpering, Torin looked.
Two more dragons, just as big, walked in. The green one stared, while the red one chuckled.
"Heh, what's this? A little whore turning tricks?"
"Hey, guys. I told you I'd find us some entertainment for the sports team."
"Yeah, didn't think you'd nab a 'ness. Think she's got some room for my dick back there?"
"I dunno, Paul. How about you ask?"
"Alright, 'ness. Tell me how much for a blowjob."
"$50," Torin said before he could stop himself. The money was soon tucked into his scarf, and his mouth was wide open around another dick.
And all the while, his body kept shifting...shrinking...feminizing....
The End |
Krris #3 by bluedraggy | #4 of Krris Krris accepts Muz-Ra's plan to shift his sexual attention away from his obsession over Udaran to her own Fine Argonian Form in an effort to wean him off his singular focus. I can conceive of no way anything could go possibly go wrong here. None whatsoever. Is there? - | "I'll try | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149107-krris-3 | | "I'll try anything! What's your plan?"
"First, I want to change your living arrangements. I want you to sleep with me. Just for a few days." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/65c30bf730c26b1ee3245d5cd7f35c33/tumblr_inline_olw17qWQBD1sn6wro_1280.png) || "Sleep with *you*?!"
"Not physically you horny Khajiit! Just *stay* with me. And we're going to burn those magazines."
Krris nodded assent. "I thought that would be part of it." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/254dccd966a316403c6c94c992e15154/tumblr_inline_olw19ieIei1sn6wro_1280.png) || "Now Krris, in an ideal case, I'd have you sleep with Ubergard. But that's not going to work here. She has about as much knowledge of the opposite sex as you. I'm the next best thing you've got. We need to get you to transfer your attentions to me. However, we will *not* have sex, Krris. You will do what you need to do, but there will be no physical contact between us. I do not want to have to explain this to the Jarl!" | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/54942e47d234b8a8aaeec54c85baf902/tumblr_inline_olw1bfRiJ81sn6wro_1280.png) || "I suppose, if you think that will work. It's very kind of you to do this for me Red. You won't find me... disgusting?"
"What, *me*? Krris, I live for penis! You should know that. It'll be tougher for me than for you, believe me. But I'm committed to the Jarl and I won't risk that. No, there will be nothing physical between us - but visually we'll try and switch you to appreciating my fine Argonian form. I promise you, Krris, I won't be disgusted. I'll be enchanted." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/dab6858c6866340b160df880e927cff7/tumblr_inline_olw1dwCjkV1sn6wro_1280.png) || "You don't think, maybe, I'll just switch my obsession to you instead?"
"I'm telling you, Krris, you're *not* obsessed. Well, not in the normal way. Your body has just become accustomed to a single set of images to react to. I'll give you more."
Muz-Ra's mouth curved upwards as she added, "a *lot* more."
Krris stood up. "Thank you Red. I hope you're right. Let's do it!" | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/ef9241d1d0a8e7d3af96d3a9db5c36ae/tumblr_inline_olw1g9jvAy1sn6wro_1280.png) || Muz-Ra stood and ran her hand over his crotch.
"Hey! I though you said no..."
"You've got clothes on, my young warrior. And I never said this wouldn't be fun! I intend to do all I can do for you because you're my friend, but I never said I wouldn't take some pleasure in it myself. Consider this your down payment on my services." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/70fbbea7af28a32d46cfd2ac5f43a840/tumblr_inline_olw1i0uVdj1sn6wro_1280.png) || Krris gulped hard, no longer confident he'd made the right decision confiding in Muz-Ra.
Reading his thoughts, she relented from her groping. "Oh relax, Krris. I promise I won't rape you."
His features swiftly changed from surprise at her touch to return to self-pity.
"That's the problem, Muz-Ra. I don't think you could."
"You think not? Have faith, Krris, and give me some time. I'm really pretty good with men. You might say it's my specialty." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/b5eb1aff7c1565609b8d1bdd060c2467/tumblr_inline_olw1l1O6GZ1sn6wro_1280.png) || The two walked back to the castle, detailing the change of their living arrangements and what they would and wouldn't tell to the others.
If Muz-Ra seemed to be walking a little closer than was usual, and if she occasionally brushed into him a little accidentally, surely that was only due to her clumsiness, Krris thought. He barely noticed, except maybe for that one time his hand drifted across her behind, holding her there unconsciously as he felt the muscles bunch and relax under her scales as she climbed up the hill. He pulled it away as soon as he became aware of it. Muz-Ra didn't seem to notice anything fortunately.
While Muz-Ra fully intended to uphold her promise of privacy, she insisted that Ubergard be told at least the rudiments of their plan, if only to prevent Uber from misconstruing things if she found out otherwise. As for the others, officially Krris would be staying with Muz-Ra for added security while the Jarl was gone. | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/b71085bb7798cc6042a0c2ff0024f8a2/tumblr_inline_olw1rqeeAZ1sn6wro_1280.png) || So after dinner that night, she took the giantess aside.
"Hi, Uber. Can you come over here a minute? Please, sit. We need to talk."
"What is it, Red?"
"It's about Krris, Uber. He really likes you, you know."
The Argonian sighed. "You think so? I'm not so sure. I don't feel any passion from him. Sometimes I think he's just hanging out with me to keep me from feeling bad. I think I should break it off. He's too valuable to lose to my imagination of a romance that's not there. It's getting kind of awkward." | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/c7ec9ba5e120130639a08b21244d81b8/tumblr_inline_olw2ojdK6Y1sn6wro_1280.png) || "You're wrong, Ubergard. He *does* ;like you romantically. But he knows it's getting awkward, and he doesn't like it either. Uber, he talked to me privately this morning."
"It's Udaran isn't it. I know he's still in love with her."
"He is *not* in love with her, Ubergard! Really he's not. What he has for her is something else. It's like a mental sickness. But it's one I think I can cure."
"Really? Are you serious? How?!" | [](https://68.media.tumblr.com/d40c735d1fe88c5ac73be19e07d1c7c3/tumblr_inline_olw2z5kINy1sn6wro_1280.png) | |
A Simple Office Job by Shakal | Donny works in an office, just as lots of people do all over the world. The particular task he performs for his employers however is... maybe a little more intimate than most. ^^ This story was written for me as part of Jeeve's Patreon Request Day work for October! It contains M/M sex between | [
"Fox",
"Gay",
"Male",
"Masturbation",
"Oral",
"Public",
"Stallion"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146591-a-simple-office-job | This story was written for Shakal as part of Jeeve's Patreon Request Day work for October! It contains M/M sex between consenting adults in a semi-public setting.
**A Simple Office Job**
When people asked Donny what he did for a living, they were often surprised by the enthusiasm and glee with which he gave his answer. Not that it was a bad thing to be passionate about one's job, of course, but... to an outside observer, his description of his work didn't sound like the kind of thing that was worth getting so giddy about.
Donny worked in an office, as the personal assistant to one of the company executives. That was it. That was all he did. Or at least, that was all the vast majority of people heard before changing the subject, and Donny never argued. If they didn't want to hear more, that was fine by him. It may have just been a simple office job to them, but to him... it was Donny's dream career.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
The door to the office swung violently open, hitting the wall with force enough to rattle the pictures upon the walls and cause the heavy wooden structure around the fox to shake slightly. A loud snort rang out as the door slammed shut again, and heavy hooves thundered their way to the desk, appearing before Donny's vision where he was kneeling before his boss's luxurious leather swivel-chair.
Falling with another grunt into his seat, the burly Clydesdale stallion rolled his chair close to the desk, only to make it shake with such a violent impact that could only have come from a clenched fist slamming down upon it. At the same time though he stamped his right foot more modestly twice in rapid succession, thus letting Donny know that his daily service was due to commence. The fox's paws flew forward, and began to unfasten the belt of the stallion's smart black trousers as he heard a phone rise from its cradle.
"Get me McAvery in the West Coast office. Now."
With practised ease the lithe fox unbuttoned and unzipped the stallion in near silence, his naked body trembling as he heard the powerful horse's fingertips drumming impatiently upon the desk above. He gently worked the fabric of the male's crisp suit trousers down over his powerful, muscular thighs, and followed suit with the boxer briefs that lay beneath, already filled out and stretched even though the cock that lay within was entirely at rest. That fact alone made Donny feel awful. He knew his boss's job was never easy, but if the stallion wasn't even hard despite having already called for Donny's aid... whatever had him angry today had to be pretty damn big.
Taking the stallion's flaccid shaft into his hands, its length the best part of a foot even soft and malleable as it currently was, The twinkish vulpine began to tease and squeeze at its length. He nuzzled at the tip. Kissed it. Licked it. And as it began to respond to the physical ministrations as any cock would, Donny took this rare opportunity and took it into his muzzle already, eager to feel it stiffening against his lips and tongue when normally it was already rock hard by the time he was able to wrap himself around it.
"McAvery. What the fuck was that I saw on the overnight reports?! You were meant to be conducting basic consumer research. Polling. Questionnaires. Online fucking surveys. Please tell me you didn't hand it off to some intern. Please tell me you didn't hand them our new product, tell them to go conduct customer research, and just leave them to figure out what the hell that meant!"
Donny suckled and stroked the horse's cock as it grew, and grew, and kept on growing. It got thicker as well as longer, swelling to over double the length of its flaccid self, and as he felt the tip of the equine erection beginning to flare and force his muzzle open with its sheer girth, the fox gave his all with the motion of his tongue against that sensitive tip. He knew how hard his boss worked, and the amount of stress he was under even on an average day. That was why he was here. Why he had the job that he did, dedicated to keeping the stallion motivated and \_calmed\_no matter the struggles he faced from behind that desk. But on a day like today, just making his boss feel good wasn't enough. He had to push himself. He had to force the pleasure upon the stallion no matter how much his boss seemed to be embracing anger over the more relaxed and contented managerial style that Donny's actions helped him to achieve.
"Yes, Frank, it got fucking leaked. Our new product design all over the goddamn internet. Months of development. Hundreds of thousands in man hours alone spent on research and production. Jesus fucking Christ, what were you... a-ah... what were you thinking?!"
Donny's eyes widened, and though his muzzle was held wide open by the cock upon which he was suckling, the corners of his lips turned upward as he heard that stifled little gasp amidst the stallion's frustrated cries to his coastal office's counterpart. That was what he liked to hear. That was progress. And sure enough, with that one small score upon the board, Donny's buoyed confidence propelled him to yet greater success. He bobbed and sucked. He slurped and teased at the dripping tip of the stallion's member, and ran his hands rapidly up and down the length, squeezing and rubbing at all the sweet spots he knew that the horse loved having handled. He even took one paw off the stallion's member itself to pay a little attention to his boss's balls, and little by little he heard the once angry male's tone growing more calm and measured.
It wasn't that the stallion was suddenly okay with the massive fuck up by the other office of course. Donny was a stellar cock-sucker, no denying it, but even his skills couldn't outweigh hundreds of thousands in potentially wasted outlay. The simple truth of the matter was that the only way his boss could keep from starting to moan and whinny over the phone, or obviously show his pleasure to the clients and visitors to the company who might not have known about the special assistants whom many of the staff here kept on payroll, was to act. To pretend he wasn't being slowly but steadily driven towards ecstasy by a hungry fox's muzzle, and thus to pretend that he wasn't holding back moans, and cries, and frantic snorts of pleasure. Thus, he acted calmly. He kept his tone measured and gentle. And not only did he keep Donny's actions a secret, but he found himself unwittingly defusing the rather tense situation that was brewing between the two ends of this phone call.
"Alright. Okay, Frank. Look, I'm sorry I yelled. I just.... mmmh... I know how hard you guys worked on this. I know how much it meant to the company, not bottom line or anything like that, to its *people*. But, we can fix this, right? You've got your best people on it already, I'm sure. And, if there's anything else you need from us... anything at all. You know you can ask. Right?"
That was the boss Donny knew. The boss Donny so admired. He drew back from the horse's cock, just for a moment, and kissed it. He kissed its tip, and somewhere above he heard another breathy gasp, followed by a soft chuckle. Again the male's right hoof bumped at the ground beside Donny in quick succession, reminding and encouraging the fox that his job was haste and passion, not being cute and tender. At the same time though, a hand reached down; the hand not clutching at the phone still, and tousled the rusty red fur upon Donny's head. Had he not known that his silence was imperative, Donny would have whimpered with happiness and leaned into the stallion's rare, affectionate touch. But he maintained his professionalism, and got right back to work giving his boss the best and most rapidly orgasm-inducing blow-job he knew how to give.
And sure enough, just a couple of minutes later...
"Right. Good, o-okay then. I'll make sure we have people ready to start going over the files as soon as you send them. We'll figure this out, Frank. Yeah. Yeah, I know. And, I am too. I know how tough this job can be. You take care, okay? Alright. Yeah, seeya, McAvery."
The phone clicked as the stallion set it down, and a soft, muffled whimper escaped Donny as he felt the cock already drooling hot streams of pre-cum down the back of his throat strain with excitement. He knew what was coming, and between his own legs his rock hard cock twitched in its very own glee.
"Harder."
First one hand, then two appeared under the desk, and grabbed the fox's head within their combined grasp. The wheels of the stallion's luxurious leather desk chair began to slide back and forth upon the hardwood floor, not padded and carpeted like the small section upon which Donny was kneeling, and as he rocked his hoofed feet back and forth the boss began to hump more urgently at the muzzle servicing him.
"A-ah... I'm... fuck, yeah... I'm gonna be working overtime on this for weeks. Late nights. Early mornings. Ah. *Ah*. G-goddamn..."
The thick equine cock fucked Donny's muzzle with ever growing speed and force, and the fox's eyes rolled back in his head as he found his hands suddenly entirely irrelevant as more and more of the stallion's erection was pushed deep into his throat with every sharp thrust of the male's hips forward out of his seat. The twink's paws fell to his own cock, and with one hand wrapped round the shaft and the other groping at his already swelling knot, he howled breathlessly around his boss's cock.
"I'm gonna need you hear with me, soft-lips... y-you understand? Ah. Ohhh fuck, **yes**. I'm g-gonna... ahhhh... whatever the cost. Whatever the raise you need, I need you here every minute. Every day until this thing is solved. I can't do this without you. W-without... oh. Oh god. I'm... fuck. *Fuck*. Take it. Take it... aaahh... take it *all*. Yes!"
Donny yelped and gurgled as his boss's hot cum flooded down his throat. Once more he felt and heard a heavy fist hammering against the desktop above, while his muzzle was continually fucked by the wild and passionate humping of the horse's hips. Powerful spurts of the fox's own cum lashed out across the office floor as his boss's release sent him over the edge too, but thankfully missed the crisp black legs of the stallion's trousers. However long and intense his own release though, the fox's seed still seemed like mere droplets compared to the torrent of cum that soon found itself spilling down Donny's chin. He whimpered as he found himself overflowing, unable to handle the sheer volume of his boss's potent release no matter how rapidly and hungrily he gulped it down. But it was a whimper of joy. Of pride, and of respect. Not only was his boss an incredible businessman, he was the envy of every other special assistant in the office. He had a cock like no other, and a capacity like no other. He was a cock-slut's wet dream... and it was Donny's absolute privilege to work with him and *on* him day in, day out.
It wasn't just the fact he got to suck cock all day, every work day that made Donny so proud and delighted by his job. It was the fact he got to suck that particular man's cock, and the fact that he knew no other special assistant, however much they tried, would be able to keep up with his boss's volume, or indeed the frequency and urgency of the stallion's needs.
"Don't stop..."
The Clydesdale might have ceased cumming, but still he held one hand tight against the back of the fox's head, ensuring that Donny didn't bring an end to the blow-job he was still delivering with passion that went far beyond mere obedience and obligation.
"Good. A-ah... that's... keep going, you know what I need."
The hand withdrew soon after, but on its way back up to the desk to begin what sounded like a long shift of requisitions, paperwork and probably more stressful phone calls, it still took the time to tousle Donny's hair once again.
The stallion might not have known his name. He might not ever have looked under the desk or seen Donny's face, just as the fox had never seen anything more of the stallion from the waist up. But just because their relationship was wholly professional, it didn't mean the stallion didn't care.
"You always know. J-just... ohh... just what I always need, you sweet, cum hungry slut. Ah, y-yeah..."
Donny shivered. He blushed, and he moaned around his boss's still throbbing, rock hard erection. He might have just been a muzzle and a pair of hands to the stallion, but the Clydesdale always knew exactly what to say to make him feel special. To make him feel more than wanted. More than needed. To make him feel like he was a part of something far greater than himself.
This was no simple office job. This wasn't even just a career to Donny. This was his calling. His destiny. And his boss knew it, too.
"Oh for fuck's sakes. Here comes the VP of marketing, and she looks pissed. Please... ahh... harder. Faster. I... a-ahh... I can't do this without you. Please. Take me to the edge... t-take me there, and... don't let me cum until she leaves. When this is over? I'm gonna need something to look forward to."
By Jeeves |
Beagle Cock by Muskwalker | #10 of Reflections on a Rat - There's nothing like a job interview to get your anxiety levels up--especially when you're aiming for something above your current station. I sat in the waiting room of the lawyers' office and tried not to feel outclassed, but the brass and dark wood were definitely | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152813-beagle-cock | There's nothing like a job interview to get your anxiety levels up--especially when you're aiming for something above your current station.
I sat in the waiting room of the lawyers' office and tried not to feel outclassed, but the brass and dark wood were definitely luxurious in a way that a beagle in a borrowed suit two sizes too small was not.
The front desk was vacant, but still bore the name plate of the desk's previous occupant: *MEL TZOURICK*. If all went well today, it'd be my name there soon.
Every now and then, the desk phone would ring... and ring... and ring... and go to voicemail. I took it as encouragement--even if I didn't have all the qualifications the civil rights firm was looking for, I could at least be a warm body taking calls.
The desk intercom buzzed, and a vaguely British voice spoke: "Mister Solomon, please come to my office. Hallway to the left, last door on the right."
Many of the rooms I passed were empty, but from some the noise of radios or conversation could be heard. From the last door on the right, there was only silence. A frosted pane beside the door showed that the lights were on inside, but no details could be made out; the placard read *JULIAN ROCKWELL*.
I knocked at the door with as much assertiveness as I could fake and peeked in the door. "Mister Rockwell?"
"Come in."
---
Rockwell's office was impressive in its own way--while the front office had an old-school, 19th-century look, this room was considerably more contemporary. It was spacious enough to hold two glass desks and a wall of bookshelves comfortably; both exterior walls were full-length windows to the outside, filling the place with light--except for the seat at the desk that faced the door, which was filled with a dark, enormous rat.
Mister Rockwell was *huge*. I'm about average height myself (all right, maybe an inch or two shorter) and even sitting down he was taller than I was. Barrel-chested, burly, thick--he was massive all over, and his girthy tail encircled all four legs of the desk. My nose drank in the air of the office, which was full of a masculine musk that was half sexy rat, half ratty sex, and entirely arousing. He was dressed in what could only have been a well-tailored suit, given that his muscles didn't seem to be bursting out of the seams.
And he was holding my résumé.
And he was looking at me.
"Mister Solomon?"
Confidence failed me. "Y--yes?"
"Lex Solomon, lately of..." He consulted the paper. "...Lance's Bike Shop, Coffearius, and Burger Time..."
"Yes, sir...?"
He put my résumé down. "Burger Time. Mister Solomon, why are you wasting *my* time?"
I've had rough interviews before, but that, as an opener, was a kick in the *balls*. I twitched my ears and tried to recover.
"If you didn't think I was suitable, sir, then why--"
"Make your *case*, Mister Solomon."
"M--my case? I just want to do the job, sir, I--"
"And yet you give me no evidence you even know what we *do* here, much less that you'd be *suitable* for it."
I held my breath for a few seconds, trying to keep myself from snapping back--it wouldn't do any good, after all. I tried to remember what I'd been thinking earlier. "Mister Rockwell, you need *somebody* at the front desk. To answer phone calls, to-- to greet clients, to sign for packages. I may not have a law degree but to do that much I don't need to, do I?"
The rat sighed, rolling his eyes. "Mister Solomon, our firm would prefer an assistant with enough willpower to keep his dick in his pants while he's at the office."
"I-- what?"
Rockwell gave me a longsuffering stare, and I looked down.
Not only was my dick out, but my paw was actually in the process of stroking it; a strand of pre hung halfway to my knees.
"I didn't-- I haven't--"
"You have. Since you entered the room, Mister Solomon. I am being more than patient, given the circumstances."
Shame led to panic, and even though I was aware of it now I somehow couldn't stop myself from stroking. "I don't-- I'm not like this, sir, I--"
"Breathe, Mister Solomon."
I inhaled deeply, trying to relax myself. The rat musk permeating the room sank deeper into my nostrils, deeper into my mind.
I dropped my pants, sat on the floor, and started rubbing my tailhole, my body all the while refusing to respond, refusing to stop, forcing me to serve the needs of my genitals.
Mister Rockwell stood up from his desk.
Mister Rockwell came and stood in front of me.
"Breathe."
From my seated position, I could stare up between the rat's legs; no tailor in the world could minimize his massive balls, which formed a prominent bulge filling the space in front of me.
Filling my head with his musk.
Nothing else mattered.
I could hear the rat laughing. "That cock of yours has a mind of its own, doesn't it."
When I tried to answer, I found I couldn't even control my mouth to speak. And yet, I found myself answering after all: "That's right."
The scent of the rat permeated all corners of my mind; all thoughts failed, aside from those thoughts related to sex. I heard the rat speaking, but my conscious mind refused to register it. There was nothing left of me but--
"...beagle cock."
At the words, my body got up immediately, standing straight with the aforementioned cock at full attention.
Through the fog of musk in my brain I could feel where the control was coming from--I could feel that the body that was once mine now belonged fully to the six inches of meat between my legs.
"I am beagle cock," my mouth said.
And I didn't even try to resist. It was so much easier just to give in to the wonderful scent of the rat's musk, deeply entranced, obedient--and deeply entranced and obedient to the musk I could now smell coming from my own body.
"You live in constant need, don't you, beagle cock?"
My cock felt the precum dripping out. Of course my cock lived in constant need. My cock demanded constant satiation.
"You demand constant satiation, don't you, beagle cock?"
I inhaled sharply--the rat knew my cock's thoughts as intimately as if he had placed them there himself.
"You come to me for release, don't you, beagle cock?"
My cock strained against the air. (No, there was no deflecting it now--it wasn't just what was between my legs. *I* was beagle cock. *I* strained against the air. And I never could release without the rat's permission. That... was right, wasn't it?)
"I need release... Master Rockwell?"
The rat smirked. "Of course. What other reason could a beagle cock have to be here?"
I throbbed--a sensation that made my whole body tremble. "Please... I need..."
The rat put a hand between my ears and stroked slowly, causing an intense feeling of pleasure to pass through me. *I'm a cock, I'm a cock...*
"You need to serve, don't you, beagle cock?"
I stiffened as the rat pulled me against him and held me there; I drooled helplessly as his fingers traced the spots in my fur. "I need to serve..."
"And how does beagle cock serve?"
The answer came immediately to mind, filling me with an irresistible clarity of purpose.
"I need to fill Master Rockwell's ass." It wasn't enough to say it; a cock serves by its actions, not by its words. I pushed down, past Master Rockwell's belly, past the bulge of his own cock and balls, nosing between his legs.
"Good boy. One moment." The rat pulled away from me for a moment, reached under his belly to undo his belt, stepped out of his pants, and folded them up neatly on his desk.
Then he leaned over that desk, presenting an ass that made me drool twice as much as I had been before. Yes, the rat was thick all over, but his hindquarters had an even firmer, more inviting roundness, and even though he'd been sitting in an office chair all day the fur was sleek as if it had just been brushed. The word 'glorious' ran through my head at the sight of it.
And then the rat's massive tail reached out, wrapped around my legs, and pulled me towards his hole. My nose pressed against it and deeply inhaled the scent of him as my tongue slid in to lubricate my entry.
Inch by inch, he pushed me in.
The strength of that thick tail around me and the grip of the rat's ring around my head shot pleasure through my whole body: *beagle cock is coming home.* I kept my body as still and stiff as possible to be a good cock toy for Master Rockwell, aside from slurping out his hole to get him good and wet as he worked my muzzle in and out of him.
From where I was I couldn't see anything but the fur of the rat's ass, but I heard the unmistakeable sounds of a wet cock being stroked as he started pressing my head into him; the last I heard before my long ears were pulled in was the pleasure I was bringing to the Master.
When the rat's ring closed around my neck, sealing me in the darkness of his insides, I truly began to feel the fulfillment of my purpose. A pleasurable tingling passed through my head--the head of a beagle cock lodged firmly in a welcoming ass.
I wanted more. I wanted deeper.
I gasped out as I was pushed harder against his hole, feeling the tightness of it squeezing me as it stretched to engulf my shoulders.
This was truly what it was to be a cock.
The rat toyed with me for a while, pulling my shoulders out and pushing me back in till his hole had been loosened up and accepted my girth easily.
Then with a smooth but powerful motion of his tail, he pressed the full length of my body into his ass, hilting me inside him.
The sensation overwhelmed me; I couldn't hold back as my whole body trembled with climax, throbbing deep inside the dank interior of the rat as I began to lose consciousness.
---
It was the work of a moment for Rockwell to push the beagle's feet into his ass, fully sealing his fate.
The big rat struggled to stroke himself around the new bulge in his belly; he was getting bigger these days and it was no longer easy to reach himself with a full gut. He'd have to remember to bring a good toy in sometime--or just hire a new assistant already, so he could start making use of their... resources.
He sat back down in his chair, grinding his arousal against his hanging belly. He remembered the long years Tzourick had served before running away. He thought of the most recent hire attempts, both of which had had to be *disposed of* after major mistakes in their first few days. They'd been good meals, but neither of them compared to Tzourick sitting under his desk, working his sweet mouth.
It only took a minute or two of humping the softness of his gut and daydreaming of the bear's blowjobs before the rat reached his climax and slumped back in his seat, panting hard.
He picked up the sheet of paper that he'd left on the desk, looking it over again for any trace of suitability, and sighed. *Burger Time.*
If only anyone remotely suitable would apply.
He threw the beagle's résumé in the trash. |
Sonnets and the Sublime by DanteLUPINE | Here is a follow-up story to Berthold's "Mussing Fur and Musing." In this installation, the wolf does quite a bit more rumination while spending time with his dear polar bear, when he's given a surprise visit by an old friend. This friend's appearance, despite the initial inner turmoil it causes, | [
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"Polar Bear",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151007-sonnets-and-the-sublime | Berthold let himself grin as he watched the wolf dance in the middle of one of the bowls of the skate park. The grey wolf was narrowly avoided by skater after skater, but she paid them no mind as she twirled and jived to the loud pop music playing over someone's Bluetooth speakers. Berthold squinted in the dying sunlight, sketching the scene that he would eventually paint late into the night. His model was a grey wolf but as he sketched her tail, she quickly turned into a red fox, bushy tail flowing out behind her. He took only a moment to alter the sketch's proportions before doing light sketches of hair and clothes over it in red. "Is she a fox now?" Jasper asked, leaning close and almost pushing Berthold into the depression to be run over by skaters. Berthold nodded, looking to the shirtless polar bear beside him. He blushed at the sight of his boyfriend: the barely hidden chain tattoo that circled his waist, and well-muscled stomach and pectorals; all things he knew intimately. He'd been more than surprised by Jasper's revelation of his status as a skateboarder in addition to being an offensive lineman for the university, and was even more so when the bear had agreed to take him out to a park for one of their dates. "Yeah. I like to keep things changing, to take ideas from everything around me, not one specific person." The black wolf explained, nudging the large bear. Their status as boyfriends had only been confirmed a bit more than a week ago, and he was still unused to the reality of that. "It also gives me a bit more freedom." "You mean like the skaters?" Jasper inquired, pointing a large finger to another figure on Berthold's canvas. "There aren't any deer out here today." "Yeah, I was watching that tiger over there," He answered, pointing his red pencil off across the park. "And the gazelle that left an hour ago." Out of the corner of his eye, Berthold watched a badger steer her board toward the edge of the bowl. Just as it tipped into over the edge, the stocky girl cartwheeled onto her hands, riding her board down the slope while performing a handstand and letting out a whoop. "You should go back out there," Berthold nudged Jasper, who had returned to watching the wolf sway to the pace of the new, slower song that echoed around the park. "I wanna watch you some more." Jasper shrugged, his large shoulders bobbing as he pushed Berthold back, much gentler than last time. "Dunno. You sure you're fine just watching by yourself? You could give it a go?" "Nah," Berthold answered, turning his face to the polar bear's. "I'd much prefer watching my big, handsome bear show off." Jasper grumbled, eyebrows furrowing as he wrapped his thickly muscled arms around Berthold. The wolf laughed, leaning in to give him a long, soft kiss before pulling away. When he did, he couldn't help but admire how the setting sun bled orange into Jasper's fur; the polar bear's dark blue eyes creased as he grinned at the wolf. Despite himself, Berthold was reminded of a conversation of months past he'd mostly listened to when Damian had introduced him to a friend of his. The snow leopard had gone on for fifteen minutes quoting Shakespearian sonnets while he attempted to explain the difference between pyrrhic and iambic pentameter for Berthold's homework. At the time, he hadn't really been able to focus or care due to English being his third language, but now, he saw the art in the old words. "You be good," He said, drawing himself up to full height. Berthold pressed a light kiss against the bear's exposed stomach, causing Jasper to giggle before waving him away. "Make sure you get every detail!" Berthold winked to his boyfriend, giving his muscled stomach a pat. "Of course. I'll be right here." The black-furred wolf watched quietly as his boyfriend took up his board and dived into the bowl, narrowly avoiding smashing into a skinny goat who had been ogling the dancing female in the center. After watching to ensure that Jasper was not sent sprawling, Berthold let out a sigh of relief and set aside the canvas he'd been working on. Reaching into his bag of supplies, the wolf pulled out a blank canvas and quickly set to work sketching the scene that had slowly been unfolding in his mind over the last minutes.
Berthold was made sure of Jasper's unconsciousness by the polar bear's unattractive snoring. From the two months of their acquaintance, and three in each other's beds, the wolf had to admit that this was probably the only thing about Jasper that made him cringe. Of course, the bear couldn't help it, and it wasn't terrible, so Berthold didn't complain out loud. In fact, it tended to have its uses. The wolf quietly rolled out of the bed and onto his paws. Taking a moment to ensure that Jasper hadn't been roused by his movement, Berthold looked over the naked body of his partner in the dim light. While the bear's snoring had paused, it quickly resumed as he rolled over onto his stomach; Berthold chuckled and grabbed the blanket from the floor and did his best to cover Jasper as loosely as possible so that he wouldn't grow uncomfortable during the night. Satisfied, the wolf grabbed his phone off the side table and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. The clock on Berthold's phone read twenty-three twenty-two, and he shrugged. Working till seven in the morning wasn't the worst thing he'd done. He made his way through the darkened apartment in the nude, his lack of modesty almost indistinguishable from the darkness. Arriving in the living room, Berthold squinted his eyes and went about turning on each of the lights strategically placed around it to eliminate all shadows. When the room and wolf were bathed in light, Berthold grabbed the bag of art supplies from beside the couch and withdrew the canvas he'd started earlier before setting it up on one of his free easels. Glancing over the sketch, he nodded to himself and went about collecting his acrylics and brushes, setting them down as he prepared to work. When he'd finished that task, the black wolf made his way into the kitchen. Berthold rummaged around quietly, taking out a tall glass before reaching to grab his vodka from atop the refrigerator and cherry Sprite from within. He chuckled faintly as he poured what could only be considered as far more than a standard drink into the glass, remembering the alcohol education seminar he had to sit through the first month after he transferred. He took a slow gulp of the mixed beverage and sighed contently as the cold burn began to spread. Putting that aside, the wolf turned to fill a tall cup with water for rinsing his brushes. Returning to the stool that sat in front of his easel with both drink and water in hand, Berthold quickly immersed himself in the painting. As Berthold slowly worked, he let his mind dive into the memories of his conversation with the snow leopard. He couldn't remember which sonnet it was in particular that the cat had raved on and on about as his favorite, but as he remembered today's warm evening, he thought he really understood it for the first time. He attempted to remember the words as he painstakingly stroked a grassy hill into existence. \_ "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:"\_ The snow leopard had quoted. Berthold had sat quietly across from him while Damian smiled his signature toothy grin. He knew of course that Damian was hoping he'd like the feline enough that he could organize another "date", but the combination of the feline's incredibly enthusiastic knowledge of romantic poems and Berthold's own lovesick mindset cast a dark shadow on those chances. *"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date."* The dark wolf paused to take another gulp of his beverage, glancing around the room before setting back to work. Orange pressed intimately against dark clouds as he animated the setting sun onto the canvas. *"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed;"* For a while, Berthold had regretted acting so rashly towards Damian's friend. Despite that, even now he could barely even remember the short, nerdy thing's name. It wasn't that Josh wasn't attractive, if that was indeed his name, it was more that Berthold hadn't been interested. At the time, Damian had still been clueless about his infatuation with him, and thought setting him up with a friend would help him. He had of course only come up with the idea after Berthold had finally told him he was interested in men as well as women. And of course, Berthold had declined every date due to the shining Damian Standard. *"And every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed."* Berthold's phone buzzed quietly as he worked to cultivate an ancient oak tree from the crest of the hill. The wolf took a deep breath, relaxing his grip on the paintbrush before pulling it away and taking another gulp of dirty vodka. With a sigh, he glanced at his phone and put down his paintbrush. The glaring clock read oh-three fifteen, and he sighed as he unlocked the phone, already knowing who the text was from. \_ I'm coming up.\_ \_ K.\_ Berthold replied shortly before making his way to refill his glass of alcohol. As he sipped his topped off glass of liquid courage and vaguely fruity carbonation, the black wolf stood around in silence, waiting for his visitor to arrive before getting back to work. Seven minutes later a loud rapping at the door announced Damian's arrival. Opening the door, he was greeted by the taller wolf's smiling red-furred face and a tight hug. "Hey, Bly! Your bitch face is on point as ever for someone who's got the balls to answer the door naked." The taller wolf said, a smile on his muzzle and in his voice. "What're you doing up so late smelling like alcohol and self-pity?" Despite himself, Berthold smiled stupidly. Damian had always been good at making him feel better about himself even if he was teasing, and it was what made him so enjoyable to be around. "Oh you know, drinking and feeling sorry for myself," the black wolf quipped. "And painting naked?" Damian asked, making his way into the living room. Berthold answered dryly, his odd eyes locked onto Damian's as he took a seat on the couch. "I tend to do that when the subject is personal." The comment hung in the air as Berthold took his seat with his tail curling into his lap, picking up his paintbrush and resuming his painting. He knew that they were both thinking of the large number of paintings that sat against walls around them, and one in particular that still poked from behind his headboard. Ignoring the burning shame that rose in his cheeks, Berthold leaned forward and worked. \_ "But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;"\_ Berthold vaguely wondered if Damian's boyfriend was aware of where he was so late at night. Rationally, Berthold knew better that to concern himself with Damian's actions too much; the other wolf's mother had summed it up better than any amount of rumination on the subject could answer, so he assumed Aaron was as privy to this knowledge as he was: Damian simply had a thing for picking up lost dogs.*"Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st."* "Jasper here?" Damian asked, having at some point come to stand behind Berthold as he worked, watching as he painstakingly detailed the one body he was as familiar with as his own. "Yes. We went skating today, or he did. After we ate, he fell asleep quickly." Berthold didn't look up as he wove dark chains around the ursine's waist. He'd opted to leave Jasper nude but there was no need for detail as explicit as some of his more personal paintings, like the one behind his bed. "Does Aaron know you're here?" "I told him where I was goin, but it was two-forty when I left. Doubt he had any idea what was going on. Have you been drinking all night?" "Yes." Berthold answered. There was no point in even attempting to lie considering Damian's common teasing of his inebriated enunciation. He instead focused on painting the peaceful, satisfied expression Jasper had been wearing when he'd left the room hours ago. The only difference between it and reality was that there was no thunderous snoring to accompany it. When he finally looked up from the canvas, he took a gulp of drink before offering the glass to Damian. "It helps me to stay loose." As expected, Damian shook his head and politely declined Berthold's offer; in response he downed the rest of it and turned back to the painting. He was now in the final stretch, and he could feel the anticipation building in his stomach. At the same time, every time he blinked Damian's warm golden eyes bore into his mind. Perhaps it was the other wolf's proximity, perhaps it was the drink; more likely it was a combination of the two, but it wasn't as if Berthold didn't permit these things to plague him. Behind him he heard shuffling as Damian removed his jacket and tossed it onto the couch. Perhaps if he were alone and far more intoxicated, or even just lonely, Berthold would remove the painting from behind the bed and do the same thing he did when he'd painted it. Damian had joked once or twice that a picture would last longer whenever he'd caught him staring, but his friend had never expected him to take it seriously. "I'm gonna go get in bed, okay Bly?" "Go ahead, but Jasper's naked," The black wolf said as he turned to look at Damian. The reddish wolf smiled at him, and Berthold knew that despite his misgivings or how he plagued himself, he was glad to finally be moving on, no matter how long the road. "I'll be done in an hour or so." His friend laughed and gave him a tight hug, their fur mingling for a short moment that charged Berthold and brought him to full alertness again. "You better hurry up. The three of us are going shopping first thing in the morning." Berthold nodded and turned in his stool to watch as Damian made his way down the hall, lope quiet but full of the same confidence he had fallen in love with. With a sigh, he turned his odd eyes back to the painting and proceeded to close the final stretch. \_ "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,"\_ Jasper lay stretched out on the side of the hill, protected from the glare of the setting sun by his oak tree. There was peace in the set of his smile, and the scene mirrored the relaxation Berthold felt whenever he was in the polar bear's arms. Jasper was not perfect, and he was not without his issues, but they would work through them together. If things didn't work out, that would be fine, because they'd always have the time they'd shared. Berthold chuckled at that thought; it was cheesy and felt like it came from a movie, but if there was anything Damian had taught him, it was that patience and understanding were key in any relationship. He sighed to himself, eager to get to bed now with his favorite people in the country. Homesickness panged in the wolf's chest for a moment, but it quickly passed. He vaguely wondered how Josh was doing and hoped he hadn't been too offended by his unbridled shows of disinterest in him. The snow leopard's excited voice rang clearly in his mind as he stood and made his way around the room to turn off the lights. *"So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."* |
A Different Form of Payment by Vantani Fraye | Here's my second short smut story for the month of February! I don't know why, but I certainly have quite a thing for Dobermans being dominant in stories. I honestly may have a problem that I'm willing to not accept right now, so until then, I'm just going to keep writing smut like this. This one is | [
"Anal",
"Canine",
"Cock",
"Cum",
"Doberman",
"First Time",
"Gay",
"Gay Relationships",
"Husky",
"Knot",
"M/M",
"Muscle",
"Musk",
"Oral",
"Orgasm",
"Public",
"Short Story"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145181-a-different-form-of-payment | Kamren enjoyed the long drive back home. Sure, he was more than eager to leave his hectic college life behind and get home for spring break, but the two hour car ride back to his hometown helped him unwind a little. The black and white husky grew up in the country, so even after two years on a busy college campus in a city; he was still not used to the blinking lights and boisterous traffic. Kamren loved the college life though. Besides the papers and exams, he loved his group of friends, the parties, and the drunken nights of wandering through the campus grounds. Nothing compared to this though. A nice quiet drive through some back country roads. It was almost midnight on a Sunday night, so the barren country road he was on now was only illuminated by the husky's car's headlights alone. The window was lowered halfway down, letting in a refreshing breeze of the night air that rustled through his black and white fur. He passed by a familiar sign, telling him that his home was only twenty more miles away. Kamren closed his eyes and yawned slowly, looking forward to getting home and falling asleep in his own bed.
A tremendous and very loud thump caused Kamren to jump in his seat. The steering wheel in his paws suddenly veered violently to the left, and he winced at the sound of rocks and gravel scraping underneath his car. He slammed on the brakes and came to a skidding halt on the side of the road. Kamren's heart was hammering in his chest and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. His ears lowered though as he heard a soft hissing noise coming from outside of his vehicle. He had heard the noise before. He didn't even have to step outside to figure out where it was coming from. He knew he had a blown tire, and by how loud the hiss was, he knew it was not going to be a simple patch job.
The husky turned on his hazard lights and kicked the driver's door open. He stepped out onto the road and cursed as his blue eyes fell upon the ragged tear on the driver's side front tire. He leaned down to take a closer look and flattened his ears lower as air continued to rush out. His car had no spare tire, thanks to a drunken night where he and his friends thought it would be a fun idea to roll it down the tallest hill on campus and see how far it would go. He cursed his own stupidity as he leaned against the hood of his car and pulled out his cell phone from his short's pocket. No cell phone service either. Great. He couldn't even call his parents or a tow truck. The closest gas station was about five miles away, maybe more. His other option was to start walking and maybe find a house, but who would answer the door at midnight? Besides, everyone owned a gun out here, and Kamren really didn't feel like getting shot at tonight.
The husky sighed as he ran his paw down his face. What the hell did he even hit anyways? Kamren walked to the rear of his vehicle and followed the skid marks in the gravel until he came across some scrap metal in the middle of the road. Kamren angrily kicked the metal out of the roadway and stomped back to his vehicle.
"Who the fuck spills scrap metal and just leaves it there?" He muttered to himself, but he knew better. It was a country road, not an urban road.
Kamren weighed his options in his head. He could either walk down to the gas station for help, or walk until he found a house or got cell phone service back. Either way, he would have to walk down a dark country road at night, which was something Kamren wanted to avoid as much as possible. He really didn't have a choice though, so he grabbed the keys from his car, locked it up, and just started walking when a low rumble from behind made his ears perk.
Kamren stopped and looked over his shoulder as he saw the faint glare of headlights in the distance. A sense of relief washed over him as the headlights drew closer, and the sound of a loud truck engine met his ears. Kamren was even more relieved as the truck came closer to his disabled vehicle and slowed down enough to see the outline of a tow truck. The husky smiled and waved his arms frantically as the truck came to a stop directly behind his car. What were the odds?
Kamren eagerly jogged back to his vehicle and waited as the silhouette of the tow truck driver stepped out from the driver's seat. The figure stepped into the light being cast from the truck's headlights and revealed a tall and rather well-built Doberman. The Doberman smiled as Kamren approached him.
"Thank you so much for stopping! Like seriously, you have no idea what kind of a fucking mess I'm in!" Kamren exclaimed as his tail wagged behind him.
"Looks like a pretty big one." The Doberman replied in a low and dominant tone of voice as he glanced at the shredded tire on Kamren's car. "What the hell you hit boy?"
"I have no idea. Some dumbass left a bunch of metal scrap in the middle of the road. I think that's what caused it." Kamren replied with a slight growl.
The Doberman chuckled as he crossed his brawny arms across his chest. "Judging by the looks of you, you're not from around here. Gotta be careful on these country roads. There's all kinds of random shit out here."
"Oh, I'm actually from around here." Kamren replied quickly as he pointed down the road behind him. "My hometown is actually right down that way, about fifteen miles past the gas station. I'm just coming back from college for my spring break."
"Really? Well disregard my assumption then." The canine replied as he nodded. "Name's Corban by the way. I actually work at the gas station down the road from here, so you're in luck."
"Kamren." The husky replied as he extended his paw to the Doberman. "And thank you so much for stopping again. I really didn't want to have to walk five miles in the dark."
Corban took the husky's paw in a firm grip and smiled. The smile made Kamren a bit uneasy though, like as if Corban knew something that he didn't.
"Well now, I figure you'll want a tow back to the gas station then? I have a phone there, so you can use it to call whoever you need to. Hell, I even have a bed in my garage there. If you need to, you can spend the night." Corban suggested as he let go of Kamren's paw.
"Er...the tow will be fine. I can call my parents when I get to the garage. They can come pick me up."
"Suit yourself." Corban shrugged. "Now it's going to be $120 for the tow and new tire, and I only accept cash."
Kamren felt his ears lower as he dismally reached into his back pocket and pulled out his black leather wallet. He flipped it open and lowered his ears even more as a single twenty and a few one dollar bills was all that filled his wallet. He did have a debit card, but he rarely used it and left it back at his dorm.
"I...don't have enough." Kamren almost whined as he shut his wallet. "Is there...some way I could pay you back tomorrow? I promise I will!"
Corban shook his head.
"Sorry pup. I take the full payment up front." The Doberman replied.
Kamren's heart sank at Corban's rejection to his offer. He was hoping the Doberman would change his mind, but the canine didn't say another word. His soft brown eyes remained on him though.
"Well...I guess I'll start walking then. Thanks for stopping, at least." Kamren said as he turned around and started to walk away.
"Ya know...there is another form of payment I take." Corban said casually.
Kamren stopped walking and turned around quickly. Whatever this different form of payment was, he really didn't care. It was past midnight, he was beyond exhausted, and all he wanted to do was get home and fall asleep.
"What is it?" Kamren asked eagerly as he walked back up to the now grinning Corban. "Listen, I'm willing to give you anything right now. I just want to get home."
"Glad to hear it." Corban chuckled softly as he stepped closer to Kamren. "Well I have a proposition for you, pup."
Kamren nodded quickly in reply.
"The thing is, Kamren, I spend quite some time on the road. Being a tow truck driver keeps me quite busy, even on nights like this." Corban said as he waved his paw casually in the air. "So busy that I barely have time...for myself."
Kamren just nodded in silence, confused about where the Doberman was going with this conversation.
"Now I'm not married, nor do I have a significant other. No one really wants to get with a twenty-seven year-old tow truck driver these days. Others tend to think they're dirty, or they don't make enough money. So that leaves me to having to figure out a way to...release some pent-up stress. You catch my drift, pup?"
Kamren remained silent as he tried to decipher what Corban had just told him.
"You look confused. I thought college was supposed to make you smart." Corban chuckled again as he took a step towards Kamren. "Listen Kamren, I'll be honest with you now. It's been quite some time since I've come across someone as...handsome as you."
Kamren's eyes suddenly went wide as he understood what the Doberman was trying to get at now.
"Oh...no, no, no. You have it all wrong, sir. I-I'm not like that." Kamren stammered as he shook his head.
Corban just grinned and took another step forward, causing Kamren to take a step back. "Of course you're not. It's because you've never tried it before. Can't say you don't like somethin' without trying it first."
The Doberman kept advancing on Kamren, and soon he ran out of space to retreat as he felt the rear of his car against his back. He was trapped now between his own car and the sturdy Doberman now, who was still smiling. Kamren frantically looked for a way out, but he found his muzzle redirected to Corban's face with a guiding paw from the grinning canine.
"Now listen here Kamren. I'm more than willing to waive the $120 fee and give you a free tow to the gas station, get a new tire on your car, and get you home before dawn. You have to do something for me though." Corban said calmly as he pointed down to his groin. "I'm not going to force you though. You don't have to, but I'm just saying, it's quite a long walk to the gas station."
Kamren felt his anger start to boil as his eyes narrowed at the Doberman. "Fuck off."
Corban's grin disappeared and was replaced by a slight frown now.
"No need for the language now." The Doberman growled.
Kamren opened his muzzle to tell Corban to fuck off again, tell him he wasn't a faggot and he wasn't going to suck his dick, but the thought of being stranded on the country road in the dark was less appealing. He looked down at the Doberman's groin. It wasn't like anyone would see them. He could just give him a quick blowjob, and then he would be done with it.
"Y-you won't tell anyone about this...right?" Kamren asked quietly.
Corban's grin returned. "Not a soul. I promise."
"And you promise to tow my car and me to the gas station and fix my vehicle?"
"Promise."
Kamren sighed heavily as he looked down at the ground. "Just...tell me what to do then."
Corban smiled widely as he pointed to the hood of Kamren's car. "Up to the front."
Kamren obeyed and trudged to the front of his car as the Doberman followed him. Was he really this desperate to get home that he was really going to go through with this?
"Strip your clothes off now."
"W-wait. What? Here?" Kamren asked as he felt his face blush hotly.
"Yes, of course here. No one's going to see us." Corban replied. "Here, you want me to go first?"
Kamren didn't have time to answer before the Doberman unzipped his mechanic suit he was wearing and stepped out of it, revealing his tight pair of white boxer briefs that clung to his black and brown body. The husky swallowed nervously as he watched Corban's muscles ripple underneath the short fur with every subtle move he made.
"See? Not so bad. Your turn now."
Kamren hesitated as his paws rested on the waistband of his shirt. He felt the Doberman's lustful gaze on him as he slowly slipped his shirt off over his head, revealing his white chest.
Corban whistled. "Quite a nice chest you have there. You work out?"
"Er...I do." Kamren said quietly as he fumbled with the belt on his shorts.
He slowly pulled them down, revealing his own pair of orange briefs. He blushed at the color, regretting wearing them for the ride home.
"See? Don't you feel better now?" Corban asked. "Just one last thing though."
Kamren couldn't help but stare as the Doberman slid his briefs down, revealing his engorged sheath and hanging balls. The husky swallowed nervously as he stared at Corban's private area. He had seen other males naked before, but nothing like this before.
"What are you waiting for? It's not going to pleasure itself now." Corban growled softly.
Kamren slowly walked over to Corban, his ears pressed down against his head. He was just a few inches away from Corban when he felt the Doberman's strong paw push him to his knees. Kamren resisted slightly, but stopped as he felt Corban's sheath up against his muzzle. The Doberman's strong musk wafted into Kamren's nose, and he almost coughed at the strong scent. He attempted to retreat his muzzle away, but the Doberman had a firm grip on Kamren's scruff. He couldn't help but whimper as Corban humped against Kamren's muzzle, the Doberman's mostly erect cock rubbing against his nose.
"Come on now. Open up." Corban growled lowly.
"But...I've never done this before."
"I don't care. Now open up."
Kamren cautiously opened his muzzle up slowly, and almost gagged as Corban shoved most of his member inside.
"No teeth now. Remember our deal now." Corban warned as he looked down at the husky.
Kamren felt his face flush as he just nodded in reply. The muskiness was incredibly strong now, and Kamren wasn't exactly sure about what to do now. He had watched countless porn videos before, but he had never committed such an act. His tongue bumped against the intrusion in his muzzle awkwardly, but each time it did, the canine above him shivered slightly. Kamren rested his paws on the Doberman's muscular thighs and tried to recall all the porn he had watched. Maybe if he bobbed his head and started sucking? The husky slowly wrapped his lips around Corban's length and carefully started to pull away, making sure his teeth stayed clear. His effort was rewarded as Corban growled softly in pleasure, his grip on Kamren's scruff loosened.
"That's right. Slow and steady now." Corban said.
He was starting to get the hang of this now. Kamren started bobbing his head, making sure to suck on Corban's cock at the same time. He still wasn't too sure what to do with his tongue, so he just slipped it underneath the Doberman's member and let it slide back and forth. Corban was panting hotly now, his eyes glazed over with lust as Kamren continued to suck him off. Kamren moved his paws to the canine's balls and gently played with the two hanging orbs. He rolled them around in his paw gently as he continued bobbing his head.
Kamren didn't want to admit it, but this was actually kind of fun. It was odd pleasuring another male. The scents, the tastes, the motions were all different compared to pleasuring a female. As Kamren continued to pleasure the Doberman though, his disdain for committing such an act started to disappear. He didn't even feel any shame as he felt his own sheath start to swell. The musky scent from Corban was enough to arouse him, and he found his own paw slipping into his briefs to grope his own cock that was starting to poke out.
"Looks like you're enjoying this as much as I am." Corban huffed as his paw rested between Kamren's ears.
Kamren ignored Corban's comment as he continued his task at pleasuring the canine. He sucked hard on the cock in his muzzle, making sure to run his tongue across the underside each time he bobbed his head. His lips were barely touching the swollen knot, and Kamren felt motivated to take Corban's entire length in his muzzle. He started to bob deeper, his paws holding onto the Doberman's firm rear as he tried to take as much of his cock as possible. He felt his throat open against the intrusion, and he couldn't help but gag with each thrust.
"F-fuck pup...keep doing that and you're going to make me blow." Corban huffed.
Kamren kept stimulating Corban's cock. His arousal was strong now, and the husky shed his own briefs and started to stroke his own erection. He noticed that Corban had now started to buck his hips gently, allowing Kamren to take a small break from bobbing his head. He allowed his tongue to swirl around the Doberman's length, making sure to stimulate the tip every so often. Kamren loved how he felt Corban shudder, and the need for making the Doberman climax was his main goal right now. Kamren remembered Corban's engorged knot, and knew that was the key to making the Doberman blow his load. Kamren knew how sensitive his own knot was, so it had to have the same effect on Corban. In one swift move, Kamren moved his paw to the Doberman's pulsing knot and gave it a tight squeeze.
Kamren looked up at Corban, just in time to see the Doberman's eyes open wide. He felt Corban's cock pulse inside his muzzle as he continued stimulating it with his tongue. Corban suddenly growled lowly and gave a rough thrust into his muzzle, a sudden movement that Kamren was definitely not prepared for. Kamren was also not prepared for the hot and musky liquid that spurted from the Doberman's cock and coated his tongue and the back of his throat. Kamren gagged as the thick fluid ran down his throat in thick spurts. The Doberman growled in intense pleasure above him as he bucked his hips in time with the contractions of his orgasm. Kamren coughed around Corban's cock as he tasted the muskiness. It was slightly sweet but mostly salty, and he grimaced as the fluid clung to his tongue.
The Doberman finally pulled out of Kamren's muzzle, leaving the husky free to breathe normally and spit out some of Corban's seed onto the road beneath him. Kamren wiped his muzzle free and looked up at the Doberman's slick and gleaming cock. Corban panted softly and gave a nod of approval.
"Damn pup...were you lying to me when you said you've never done such a thing before?" Corban sighed as he helped the husky up.
"Ah...I really was telling the truth. I've never sucked another male before." Kamren replied with a blush as he realized he was still rock hard.
"Well you sure have a talented muzzle then." Corban replied with a grin as he looked down at the husky's erection. "Now we're gonna have to do something about that now."
"Oh...it's quite alright." Kamren protested as he felt the Doberman's paw wrap around his member. "B-besides...the d-deal was to just get you off."
"Well I can't give you blue balls now, pup. That's not how I treat others." Corban said as he teased the husky's cock. "Besides, it's time for you to feel what it's like to fuck a male."
Kamren's jaw dropped as he watched the muscular Doberman turn around and place his paws on the hood of his car, allowing his firm and toned rear to come into full view. Kamren felt his heart hammer in his chest as the Doberman looked over his shoulder seductively. He knew exactly what Corban wanted, but Kamren was frozen in place. He had just finished blowing this guy, but now he wanted to fuck him?
"It's just like fucking a female now. Just take it slow and steady pup." Corban said.
"Won't t-that hurt you though?" Kamren asked.
"A bit, but judging by the amount you've been leaking, it should be bearable." Corban growled. "Now get over here and fuck me."
Kamren felt even more excited by Corban's commanding tone, even though he was the one on the bottom. He approached the Doberman and rested his paws on the toned hips. He marveled at Corban's muscle structure and realized how hot and sexy the canine really was. Kamren took his own cock in his paw and gently prodded the tip against Corban's entrance, causing the Doberman to shiver slightly. Kamren licked his muzzle as he teased the tip against the tight entrance, gently prodding the slick tip in and out. After a bit more teasing, the husky finally pushed forward slowly, letting his length sink inside the Doberman. Corban moaned softly and arched his back slightly as he braced himself against the car's hood. The warmness and tightness Kamren felt around his own cock caused him to moan in pleasure too. Waves of pleasure traveled through his body as he continued pressing inwards. He felt the Doberman clench around his shaft, causing him to growl lowly as he kept on pushing. He didn't stop until he felt his own knot bump against the Doberman's rear.
"That's the spot, pup. Now start fucking me." Corban growled loudly.
He didn't have to be asked twice. If Corban wanted to be fucked, then that's what he was going to get. Kamren grinned as he gripped Corban's hips and started thrusting. He watched in amazement as his length slid in and out of the Doberman's entrance without much difficulty. The Doberman sure was tight though, and Kamren knew he wasn't going to last too long. He had never fucked someone so tight before, not even as tight as one of the college girl's in his Calculus class who claimed she was a virgin. Kamren panted hotly as he bucked his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out. Corban growled in pleasure with each thrust, and Kamren was surprised to see the Doberman's erection return. Kamren kept his attention on his own cock though, and was only worried about driving it in and out of Corban's tight rear.
"Harder dammit! Faster!" Corban growled as he glared at Kamren from over his shoulder.
Kamren started to thrust deeper and harder, but the Doberman was still tight. He could feel the pressure start to build in his balls, and he knew he was close. He slowed down his thrusts but made them deeper, hoping Corban would be satisfied. The Doberman was not though, and Kamren yelped as the other canine pushed himself off the car. Kamren stumbled back, causing his cock to slip out of the Doberman, who had now turned around to face him with an angry growl.
"Sit on the hood. Now." Corban demanded lowly.
Kamren didn't hesitate and quickly seated himself on the hood of his car, whining slightly as the cold metal touched his naked rear. The husky yelped again as he felt the strong Doberman push him down on his back roughly. Kamren watched as Corban clamored up on the car and straddled his body, his rear hovering just above the husky's throbbing member. Kamren moaned loudly as the Doberman sunk down on his cock, taking the entire length up to the knot in one go. The Doberman grunted and growled as he started riding Kamren's cock fast and hard. Kamren rolled his head back in intense pleasure as Corban's strong thighs hoisted his rear up and down on the husky's length. Corban was riding his cock so hard and fast that his rear started slapping against Kamren's midsection. His knot was pulsing and was slowly starting to spread Corban's entrance open with each hard downward thrust.
"Get ready pup. You're about to experience your first tie with another male." Corban panted as he kept riding Kamren's cock.
Kamren couldn't even respond. His mind was clouded with lust and the sensations of pleasure that traveled through his body was almost too much for him to take. He was so close to his orgasm and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. The Doberman above him gave a final hard thrust downwards, and Corban grunted above Kamren as his knot finally popped in. Fireworks exploded in Kamren's vision, and he couldn't help but howl and thrust upwards as he felt his seed erupt from his cock. His cock pulsed hotly inside the Doberman, sending rope after rope of his hot musk into the other canine. Corban grunted and growled above him, and Kamren soon felt the hot seed from the Doberman's second orgasm streak across his chest.
Kamren panted in sheer exhaustion as he rode the final waves of his fierce orgasm. He had never experienced anything as intense as that, and it took him a few minutes to fully recover before he was able to look up. Corban was still squatted over him and tied to him, a devilish grin spread across his muzzle.
"Don't tell me I'll have to carry you back to the truck." Corban said as he ran his paws across Kamren's toned chest.
"Ah...I'll be fine. Can you get off me now?" Kamren asked.
"You really want me to try and pull off of you now?" The Doberman asked as he gave a teasing tug, causing Kamren to whimper.
"Okay, okay! Not yet!" Kamren winced at the sensitivity. "As soon as I'm soft though, you pull off, okay?"
"Fine by me. Besides, it's getting pretty late."
Kamren sighed. It was getting quite late, and he suddenly realized how exhausted he was. The husky rubbed his eyes and yawned. Corban noticed Kamren's exhaustion and decided to go ahead and pull off of the husky's knot anyways. Kamren yelped loudly as Corban yanked himself free.
"Ah! Fuck! Did you really have to do that?" Kamren growled as he sat up.
"What? I'm tired and hungry, and you're tired too. Might as well get going instead of sitting around for another hour." Corban shrugged as he gathered his clothes. "Now get dressed and let's get going."
Kamren slid off of his car and grumbled as he picked up his clothing off of the road. He wrinkled his nose at the musky scent in his fur and decided taking a shower would be his first priority once he got home. He quietly dressed himself as he watched the Doberman get to work on hooking his vehicle up and towing it on the back bed of the truck. As much as he didn't want to admit it, having sex with the other canine was quite an enjoyable experience. It was definitely different from having sex with a female, but in a good way. It was almost more pleasurable to Kamren, and Corban certainly seemed to enjoy it. As Kamren pulled his shorts back on and smoothed his shirt down, he started wondering what it would feel like to be on the receiving end. Doubt started to creep into his mind though. Was he really thinking about letting a guy fuck him in the ass? He pushed the doubt aside though as Corban motioned him over to the truck.
"Your car is loaded up. Let's get going." The Doberman said as he sat down in the driver's seat.
Kamren walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. The tow truck was surprisingly clean, and the Doberman's scent was much stronger inside. Kamren hoisted himself up and slid into the worn leather seat, making sure to tuck his tail away as he closed the door. Corban slowly started driving down the road, his arm draped casually over the armrest.
"When we get to the gas station, you can use the phone to call whoever you need to. I'll get started on replacing your tire. Like I promised, free of charge, pup." Corban said.
"Actually, I might not need to call anyone." Kamren replied.
"Oh yeah?"
Kamren nodded as he glanced over at the Doberman, his muzzle spread into a slight grin. "Does your offer still stand on me spending the night?"
Corban just smiled as he continued driving. |
Super Torin-Ness by draconicon | #3 of Torin the 'Dragoness' Another chapter of the slutty FA: Torin13 having one hell of a time with all the things going on. Now, he thinks he's a superhero. Well, he, or perhaps she, is a super something. If you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at [email protected] . | [
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"Blowjob",
"Bull",
"Cum",
"Dragon",
"Exhibitionism",
"Fellatio",
"Feral",
"Gender Confusion",
"Gender Shifting",
"Heat",
"Horse",
"M/M",
"Musk",
"Oral",
"Pheromones",
"Superheroes",
"Transformation",
"camera",
"fail",
"silly"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149279-super-torin-ness | Super Torin-ness For Torin By Draconicon
Super Torin was finally a real thing, and the gold dragon couldn't be happier. He giggled as he tossed his head back and forth, listening to a theme song in his head as he walked along.
\_When there's problems, come and call on me!
I am all that you could ever need.
Golden dragon, covered up with seed -\_
He paused, blinking. That didn't sound like the right lyrics...But it did have the right tone, and that was all that mattered. Torin smiled and got back to tossing his head back and forth, his new cape whipping around between his wings.
"Super Torin, Super Torin."
"Help!"
"Ah! Someone needs help! Super Torin to the rescue! Whooosh!"
He lunged forward, almost taking to the skies before the cape tangled up in his wings. Thumping to the ground, he pulled himself back to his feet and tried again...and again...and again...
He made it down a full block of leaps and belly flops before he gave up and just walked. The gold dragon walked up to the screaming female, leaning his head over to her as she fumbled with her phone.
"What's the problem?"
"I - oh, it's horrible. I need...I need to call the police."
"Maybe I can help."
"I don't know if a dragoness can help."
"Good thing I'm not one, then."
The wolfess looked at him, and he shrugged. It didn't matter so much today, and perhaps it was an even better disguise. No one would know that Super Torin was a really a dragon if they all thought he was actually a dragoness.
"What's the problem?"
"I...there's a bank robbery going on, and I -"
"Perfect! Something for me to help with. You stay right there and keep safe, citizen. I'll be back with everything that they're trying to steal."
"No, wait, you don't -"
But he was already gone, and Super Torin grinned to himself at the thought of doing something so helpful. Kilian had given him a potion to turn him into Super Torin, and the idea of actually having some real powers to take down bad guys had him giddier than a hatchling on their first break from school.
This was going to be amazing.
The bank was just a few blocks down, and the door had been blown open. Torin didn't waste any time, and jumped through it, the narrow feral dragon landing on his feet amidst the rubble.
"Never fear, citizens, Super Torin is here to save the -"
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK!
"Day?"
The gold dragon gulped as he was surrounded by four different anthros - horses and bulls, from the looks of them - with very big guns. They held them pointed at his head and his chest, and he doubted that he was super enough to deflect all those bullets. He certainly didn't want to try that one out.
"Uh, um...You're all under arrest!"
They didn't even move.
"Uh, alakazam! You're turned to stone!"
Nothing.
"Laser eyes!"
Nothing.
"Shazam! Solar flare! Super Torin Magic Stuff! ANYTHING!"
Absolutely nothing happened, and by the end of it, all of the gunmen were staring at him like he was some sort of crazy person. The gold dragon whimpered, wondering just what kind of power Kilian had actually given him. All the useful one seemed to be a no go, and he didn't know how much more stuff he could try and pull out of his butt.
One of the bulls walked around him, checking the street, before calling out to the others.
"Still no cops. Looks like this guy is just a nut."
"Yeah, man, I don't think this is a guy."
"What are you - Oh, fuck, that ass definitely belongs to a 'ness."
Torin's cheeks burned hotter than ever at that, and he shook his head.
"No, I'm a dragon! A super dragon!"
"Yeah, well...you're not that super, and you're not that much of a dragon."
He groaned, shaking his head a few times. There were a few other gunmen by the tellers of the bank, but they weren't paying him any attention. The four with guns, though...
Torin blinked as he looked back at the two horses and the bull in front of him. There was something different about them, almost like they were...like they were getting attracted to something. Their eyes were kind of glazed over, and their pants were definitely getting tented. Getting very tented, for that matter, particularly in the horses' case. They looked like they were about ready to split their pants wide open.
He was about to ask when the other bull slammed a hand down on his rump. He yelped, feeling it ripple a lot more than it used to; it bounced and jiggled, pulling down on his ass, making it feel like it was rippling all over. Almost like a simple spank was a fuck, these days.
"Yeah, that's a bouncy 'ness ass. I think it needs a good stuffing, considering how she smells."
"Heh, yeah, you guys know how a dragoness in heat needs it."
*Heat? But...but I'm not a -*
"Mmmmph!"
Torin's thought broke off in a moan as the bull rammed two fingers right up his ass, sending his head right down to the ground. He let out a soft, whimpering moan as the fingers plunged in and out of him, his cock immediately getting hard from the feeling as the bull chuckled.
"Oh, that's one slutty 'ness, alright. Just a tiny finger inside of her, and she bends right over begging for more."
"Heh, I bet she's hungry for a good dick as well."
One of the horses unzipped, pulling out his cock. It was thick, long, and musky as all hell, particularly as it was shoved right up against Torin's lips. He shivered, feeling some sort of tingle running down his spine as that cock was ground against his face. It almost felt like his face was getting narrower, pulled in tighter as he was nudged and nuzzled with that shaft, but before he could talk about it, it slid right in.
The cock head felt almost spongy against his tongue, squishing against the inside of his cheeks and against the roof of his mouth, but damn it was musky. He could taste every bit of pre on it, and he shivered and moaned at the sensation.
He arched his back as the bull behind him started pulling him around, and the others stood at his sides, starting to jerk off over him. He felt one load splatter all over his back, soaking his cape, his scales, and his wings. It was humiliating, but at the same time -
Smack.
His dick smacked against his belly, showing how he really felt about it. He blushed as the cock in his mouth kept sliding back and forth, feeding him pre and musk in equal measure, and it didn't get any easier for him as the bull started feeding him dick from the other end.
The longer that they went at it, the harder he got, and the harder he got, the more things started to change in the bank. The other gunmen started faltering, and the hostages all across the floor started putting their hands in their pockets, almost looking like they were stroking something as they started moaning. Those that weren't tied up soon were, and those gunmen that weren't busy started wandering over to him.
He felt the bull shoot a load down his ass, and before long, he was replaced by the other horse. A flared tip popped into his hole, pumping the cum already in him further down his gullet, while the horse fucking his face abruptly pulled out, stroking himself hard and fast as he looked down at him.
"Heh...you know what a good, slutty 'ness needs?"
He groaned, shivering as he felt that tingle again, his ass almost feeling fatter than it was before, and his cock...his cock feeling smaller, barely six inches long now.
"What?"
"A good facial."
The horse groaned, spurting his load all over the gold dragon's face, covering him in a spray of white and glop. He groaned, feeling it dripping over his horns, only to have them grabbed and his head dragged into the crotch of someone else, his throat rapidly filled again as the other gunmen decided that they deserved a turn...
Kilian was in the middle of working on a pie when the TV news came on, talking about a bank robbery and a gold dragon on the site. He sighed, using his tail to turn the oven to the right temperature, and then turned to the TV.
"Torin, I swear to god..."
The slutty dragoness was right in the middle of the shot, surrounded by horses, bulls, and a single, well-hung giraffe. All of them were fucking her, slamming into the dragoness from all sides, covering her in seed, and doing everything possible to drain themselves of the need that she had given them.
"Heh...maybe hyper pheromones weren't the thing to give Torin...but hey, at least she uses them well. Now, back to the pie..."
The End |
Rage! by Arsimael | #1 of Shorts This is just a short scene. A glimpse on what will happen in future chapters of my stories. I just had to write it down before it leaves my head and gets lost. - Arsimael was standing outside the toilet. The door was closed and his body was shivering from the pictures in his mind. | [
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"Cheetah",
"Fight",
"No-Yiff",
"Rage",
"Revenge",
"Snow Leopard",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149133-rage | Arsimael was standing outside the toilet. The door was closed and his body was shivering from the pictures in his mind. Savenya was alone with Thomas. He slipped through his fingers and sneaked into the bathroom while his pregnant wife was in there. Arsimael realized it a bit too late what happened, and left the party in the garden and nearly ran to the toilets. Now he was standing there. His heart racing, his body shivering in anger about Thomas and in fear of his wife. The looks Thomas gave to Savenya over the whole evening were... 'Images showed up in his mind'. Arsimael saw how Thomas forced his wife down, ripped her clothes apart, spread her legs and... He saw Thomas face. Grinning and pushing himself into his niece, taking her, enjoying his act of incest. Arsimael shook his head, trying to get rid of these thoughts, but his whole body was trembling now, his heart at a very high rate, his whole body ready to act without his brain. Adrenaline rushing through his body, sharpen his senses. Then it happened.
"Thomas! NO!" he heard Savenya yelling and some sounds like a short fight. A slap like someone got a slap around the face and then a low growl from Thomas. "...and you are mine! You were always mine. NO ONE, not even this wimpy cheetah faggot will change this." He heard another slap, a heavy one this time and ripping fabric... and a painful yelp from Savenya. "You are mine, Sav." ...Rustling noises... and Thomas continued in an aroused and lusty voice. "And now I am going to remind you, who you belong to!"
Something exploded in Arsimaels head. His already stressed body starts to move on his own. The shaking was gone. The fear was gone, the doubts were gone. He opened the door and what he saw, flipped a switch in his mind. The peaceful, kind and gentle guy faded. The scenery was too much for him to handle. His wife was pushed against the wall, her skirt and panties thorn, exposing her female parts, while Thomas hold her, one paw at her throat obviously choking her to hold her in place, using his other paw just opened his trousers and releasing his already hard manhood. Arsimael saw some bruises on his face and some dried blood on his nose. Seems like Theresa already had her "talk" with him. But... the gentle guy was gone. Arsimael was replaced by something else. A cold, calculating presence full of hate and disgust. He was pushed. In his mind was a wild, untamed beast, demanding and craving for blood, revenge, giving pain and... torture and kill. Thomas turned his head in surprise about the sudden interruption and when his eyes met the person in the door, he froze.
*I was screaming in my head. I was screaming, crying and near losing my mind. My wife... Savenya... no... I wanted to make a step towards her, taking her in my arms, but... my body wouldn't move. I could her a low, unnatural growl. Unable to locate its origin, I tried looking around, but I couldn't. What was going on. My eyes were fixed at the scenery in front of me. Fixed at Thomas. My wife... hanging at the wall, her pregnant belly and her crotch exposed and this disgusting man in front of her, about to rape her. Then I realized where this growl came from. It was me. I could feel my lips pulled back, exposing my sharp feline teeth. And I realized what was going on. I FELT it.*
*I jumped towards Thomas, my claws fully extended and I knew they were as sharp as always. I reached out my arm and clawed through the face of this huge tiger in front of me. I could feel how my claws cut through fur, skin and finally... flesh. I felt a deep satisfaction and the beast in my head wanted more. Thomas tried to put his hand on his face his eye cut he instinctively tried to protect his face, but he was too slow. My other paw, led by the beast hit him on his shoulder and again I could feel my razor-sharp claws cutting through his clothing and fur, leaving deep and bleeding lines on his chest.... MORE... The beast was not satisfied. Thomas was lucky. If he wouldn't have raised his arm, my jaw would have closed around his throat, but instead of his this, I could feel my teeth sink deep into his arm. I had a heavy taste of Iron in my mouth and nose and I knew, it was the blood of my victim. MORE! My paws were pulling back and short after this, rushing through the air, hitting Thomas head. He fell backwards. MORE!! I jumped again. Short after, I was on top of him beating the living shit out of him and the beast was grinning. Enjoying every punch, every time my fist met Thomas face and body it was howling from satisfaction. Demanding, thirsty and hungry. MORE!!! Thomas body was shaking from my punches. My fists were firing down on his face. Again, again, harder, harder... Thomas face turned into a bloody mess of something and I could hear my fists hitting something wet, something warm. They were covered in his blood but I couldn't stop. Still having the image in my head how this... worthless, disgusting excuse for a living being hold my wife in his claws... ready to... RAPE her... The beast inside me roared in rage and my fists were rushing down again. The beast... I wanted to feel his bones give in and how his skull would break from my ruthless punches, his body weakening until he takes his last breath and leaves this world to burn in the eternal fires of hell.*
*Strong arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me off the lifeless body of my victim. Growling and hissing I tried to bite the arms which were keeping me from satisfying my urges, but I got a punch in my face.* **"WAKE UP"** *I ignored the words and could break free. My ears folded down, I tried to get a hold of myself. Another punch, out of nowhere.* **"WAKE UP!"** *I growled and crawled back to Savenya. I had to protect her. I had to protect my wife and my unborn child. I could see her through a red haze, and jumped towards her, turning around and searched for the other attacker. Another hit.* **"God damn. WAKE UP ALREADY!"** *Soft arms wrapped around me, gently pulling me down. I could smell something very familiar. It made me feel protected, safe and loved. A soft voice broke through my inner defence.* "Huny. Please stop." *It was a shallow voice. Shivering and hurt. But that was all I needed. I calmed down... relaxed a bit... This voice... She made me feel like home... I lifted my ears. Always ready to go back into any fight for me and my wife, but I calmed down. Trying to lock the beast back into its cage deep deep down in my* [*subconsciousness*](http://dict.tu-chemnitz.de/english-german/subconsciousness.html)*, buried under tons of memories and experience on how be nice and kind. I felt a touch on my cheek. Soft and careful. Stroking it. Caressing it very lovingly. And I could finally open my eyes and realise what I had done.*
Kumiho was stepping inside the bathroom, pushing Theresa out of the way. Now Arsimael got aware where the punches came from. "Oh, my fucken god. MAUREEN!" He yelled out of the door. "CALL AN AMBO! HURRY!" He bends over his passed-out brother which bleed from nearly everywhere with a face, barely recognizable as the face of a tiger, and laid his fingers on the side of his neck. "Did I..." Arsimael was choking on what he just did, slowly realizing the consequences about what would happen if he succeeded in what he was craving for just a few minutes earlier. "Nah. He's still alive. That bastard is not giving up easily. But if the fucken ambo is not here fucken fast, we will have a problem." He turned around. "What the fuck happened here?" |
Skater Rat - Tip by WhimsicalSquirrel | Ely and his mother go for a meal. Do rats pay for their meals? The people inside are too shy to ask, so they'll just have to take an educated guess. - Rain water slithered down the large, sloping window overlooking the booth in which the two rodents sat. Ordinarily, Spencer's attempt at charity for | [
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"Food",
"Mouse",
"Raccoon",
"Rat",
"Restaurant",
"racism"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152815-skater-rat-tip | Rain water slithered down the large, sloping window overlooking the booth in which the two rodents sat. Ordinarily, Spencer's attempt at charity for Ely in the form of gifts were kind but misguided gestures. This time, however, the squirrel had given his rat friend a gift he could use - a gift card for the Blue Shed Restaurant and Bakery; something Ely could use to provide he and his mother with a quality, free meal. Spencer had loaded twenty-five onto the card, which Ely had initially hoped would get he and his mother each two meals on two separate occasions; he was basically familiar with the prices of value-menu items at fast food chains, as well as the premium items they never sprung for. These actual restaurant prices had surprised him...realistically, this would only be a one-time deal. But at least they had a reason to go ahead and get the nicer looking plates. The establishment was nearly empty, just a few other tables seated. Understandable for a dreary week day around two o'clock P.M.
It was true, they looked out of place. Ely had worn a pair of full-length jeans this time, along with his least-holey, red T-shirt for the occasion. His mother wasn't dressed a lot differently in her grey jeans, and a very wrinkled white shirt she had unearthed from the apartment. Beside her sat the hoodie she'd worn into the rain. Rats paying for a decent plate of food...it was enough for the mouse who had served them their water glasses to steal a few cautious glances. Mice were cute and sweet so long as you were similar in nature...of course, they'd never say a word about it...whatever, Ely really had no gripe with him. He wasn't that different from the others; not so different from the guys and girls behind the counter.
Mother and son glanced over the menus carefully - they had to make this count. Ely's focus on what meal to get was isolated to the entrees which featured corresponding pictures. A lot of the egg dishes looked good, and breakfast was served all day...but the mashed potatoes looked pretty good, Ely loved when they served the same thing at school, even if the other kids disagreed. And surely this stuff would be even better.
"Are you all ready to order yet?" interrogated the grey-furred mouse who had sneaked his way back over to the table. His pink tail snaked around behind him while his nose twitched at this or that.
Both rats looked up at him, taking in his polite smile and clasped paws resting upon the apron he wore. His ears pivoted around on his head, his whiskers twitched. These things move around too much.
"No," responded Ely, keeping concise.
"Okey-dokey, well just let me know when you're ready and I'll get you all set up, 'kay?"
"Okay," the rat agreed, his soft voice slightly more matured than the adult mouse's child-like vocals.
The smaller rodent scurried away and Ely went back to choosing this month's special meal. Fish...fish didn't seem bad. The 'big catch' dish had all kinds of seafood on it...he liked seafood. Across the table which separated them, the female rat stared closely at the laminated list of meals, tilting her head, widening and squinting her eyes, licking and biting her lips in frustration. This had not been lost on Ely, who had decided to see how it would go. But it was clear she was struggling. There seemed no need to make her needlessly face the reality that she was barely literate.
"Mama, you should...you should get this," suggested Ely, laying his menu flat and pointing to a meal consisting of eggs between biscuit halves, breakfast potatoes and sausage.
"O-oh...." The mother rat searched her menu for the appropriate picture of food. Upon locating it, Danny gave a clumsy nod. "Yeah...yeah, okay."
They had passed that obstacle, but the dish he had decided on for her was cheap...for this place...he knew they probably couldn't do this twice on the one card, so he wanted to do his best to fill it out. The Big Catch would do it. He could share with his mother too, and they'd probably let them take the leftovers home...the perfect plan.
The menus were flat against the table now, as Ely stared toward the mouse who chatted lightly behind the counter. Is he supposed to call for him...raise his paw? Or just wait...he said to say when they were ready, but what does that mean, exactly...oh, here he comes, now.
"All set?" asked the appropriately pleasant mouse.
"Yeah," answered Ely, now noticing the name tag which read 'Jamie.' "I'm gonna get...this. The...Big Catch thing."
"Excellent choice," the mouse congratulated, before looking to Danny. "And you?"
"Oh, um...I...I'm getting, uh...." The female rat picked her menu back up, looking for the picture she'd decided on, earlier.
"Right here, Mama," Ely aided, pointing to the picture again. "She's getting this."
"Alrighty, and you said no drinks?"
Ely shook his head.
The mouse waiter finished recording the orders on his pad, before scooping up the menus. "Great, we'll have those for you it just a little bit!"
And there he goes, thought Ely as he now settled in to find something to do during the wait. He hadn't brought his skateboard on the bus with him as he didn't want to leave his mother alone, inside, otherwise he could have done that for a few moments. Some people had phones, or little games or whatever...they looked neat, but Ely couldn't afford those things. Spencer had once showed Ely a hand-held game system with a skating game loaded inside. The little graphics amused the rat but he wasn't very good at the game. 'That's like, basically the only time I'll ever see you fall!' Spencer had joked.
Eventually the eyes of the two rats met, and they would stare at each other for a while. A common rat behavior, acknowledgment of the other's presence, but no idle chatter, at least not much. Danny would blink her blue eyes as Ely watched the piercing protruding from her left brow bounce down, then up again. Did that hurt, he'd often wonder? The ones in her ears seemed like they'd be palatable, but just above the eye seemed like it would hurt...the younger rat began pinching at his eyebrow, not considering that it may have looked a bit strange.
Not too sensitive, actually...guess it wouldn't be that bad.
"Wh-who's that friend you know?" Danny asked, breaking the silence. "Simon?"
"Spencer."
"Oh...a-and he gave you that card?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
Then, again, silence. Ely looked back out the the window, watching more water run down the glass. A lot of people lamented rainy days, but Ely enjoyed them. The pitter-patter was relaxing, and the sight of water falling to the earth was a more soothing visual than the usual backdrop of hot pavement.
Danny's leg twitched up and down beneath the table, her rodent nature keeping her in a constant state of motion in some capacity. Her eyes darted from left to right at a fairly frequent pace. She knew there were others here, but only a few. They probably didn't want anything with her, anyway...probably not. But she'd still keep a constant account of their positions. She'd caught sight of the bakery case beneath the main counter. Fancy cakes and decorated cupcakes filled out the glass box from end to end. They looked tasty...she'd never really had anything like that before. Those things were for...other people. Today would be no different, they only had the one card. No use in continuing to look, then.
A small, greenish beetle hobbled along the window sill to the left of Ely, catching the young skater's attention. The grey-patched face of the rodent zoomed in for a closer look. Whatever light able to permeate the blanket of rain clouds streamed in through the window, reflecting off of the shiny body of the insect. Ely tilted his head as he focused on every detail of the bug. Danny caught sight of Ely's enchantment and followed his eyes to the source. Her son was merely captivated by yet another bug, she realized before going back to making sure nobody was coming too close, too fast.
Ely attempted to get the beetle to climb aboard his pink-skinned finger, but it was a no-sale this time, the insect taking every possible detour to avoid the rat's paws. Must have been great to be a little bug like this, you could just waltz right into a fancy, air-conditioned place like this and hang out until you were ready to leave. Of course, people might try to smash you, especially kids...but if you kept out of sight, you could basically stay as long as you wanted. You could go anywhere, in fact. If you didn't like your current home you could just fly to a new one in the nice part of town where people smile because they think they have to. He could make his home right under a mailbox and watch them get their catalogs and paychecks which could buy ten Big Catch's every day if they wanted. Unless this bug couldn't fly. Then he'd have to walk there.
The beetle managed to fill out the interim and before he knew it, Ely's plate of food was being set down in front of him.
"Here we are," the mouse said with friendly enthusiasm, providing Danny with her meal a second later. "You guys enjoy, 'kay?"
"Thanks," Ely offered softly, remembering social etiquette on this occasion. He didn't usually have many opportunities to practice.
The waiter nodded toward the young rat. "You got it!"
The mouse scurried away, and the mother and son were left alone with their respective meals. There was a variety of items to be seen on Ely's plate and the rat looked over carefully, studying each thing. Aside from knowing it was all kinds of seafood, Ely was unable to identify many of the varied components of the meal. These thin, stick like things...what are they...some kind of fish stick? Well probably, it's all fish, isn't it?
Across the glossy table, Danny studied her food as well, looking over the scrambled eggs which were sandwiched between the biscuits. The triangular potatoes were new to her. Danny leaned down and sniffed at that plate...seems alright...nestled between the potatoes and egg sandwiches were 3 sausage links. A lot of rodents wouldn't usually be interested in this kind of meat, but rats tended to be less picky. Danny wasn't usually much of an eater, which was good as it wasn't a daily guarantee, but on this occasion she'd embrace the hearty meal.
Ely crunched cautiously on the...stick things. The consistency inside of them was weird, but they tasted alright. He could crunch on a few more. The cod portions looked pretty good. And the breaded shrimp...he'd never had shrimp before. This would be quite a meal.
The mother rat picked up one of the breakfast potato wedges, giving it another sniff. With nothing appearing to be amiss, she nibbled at one end of the morsel. Her son watched as she chewed at the small piece of food with quick, chattering bites. When the chewing stopped she took a moment to look over the potato wedge again before popping the rest of it into her mouth, seeming to approve of it. She picked a few more off of her plate, rather enjoying the spices and crunchy texture of these potatoes. She'd forgotten about her silverware wrapped up in the napkin next to her glass of water. Ely considered reminding her but...what was she hurting? Perhaps whoever might be watching them eat might have been unimpressed but it would take more than a fork and knife to change their minds about the two rats, anyway.
It wouldn't be accurate to call it entirely unfair, though. Ely himself wasn't free of immoral activity. He'd lifted a thing or two from the stores when times grew desperate. Chips...crackers...food. Something he was more prone to doing in his younger days. After a while, the potential for incarceration no longer seemed a worthwhile risk. Danny was best not left alone with herself, and eventually they'd discovered the food bags those churches gave out.
Ely, however, did unfurl his silverware, figuring on taking a fork to one of the cod portions. Removing a piece from the end of one of them, he sniffed it, liking the initial sense. A few bites later and he had discovered it was pretty good, although he could have done with more flavor. His plate of fish had come with a little side cup of tartar sauce, which he only recognized due to the same sauce being available at school. He tried another piece this time with the sauce. It wasn't bad.
While Danny continued with her potatoes, Ely had tossed a few of the stick things on her plate, doing so without saying a word, a common thing between the two. He'd ordered much more food after all so he had some to share. It was unlikely that the rodents would finish everything on their elliptical, white plates. Ely realized that he should have asked the mouse if they could get something in which to take their food home.
As with the potatoes, Danny sniffed at the battered stick-things before trying them. They were a bit strange, thankfully Ely had only put a few on her plate. Still, she returned the favor by offering her son a few potatoes, though admittedly hadn't given him as many as she could have. She was beginning to like them a lot.
The potatoes certainly weren't bad. He could see why his mother had yet to venture away from them in favor of the other items on her plate. Ely's seafood had also come with fries, which the young rat had always been a fan of. These fries were very fresh with an exquisite crunch; clearly both mother and son had ended up well off in the potato department.
Eventually Danny would try the egg biscuit sandwiches. They were okay, the eggs were a bit runny...she'd need to use the napkin beside her. Rodents nibbled more so than taking big, mighty bites so the sandwiches were a little awkward for her. Still, this was a significant step up from bags of potato chips and lunch meat stretched out over a month. The food was good but it was immediately forgotten upon the emanation of a startlingly loud sound of dishes being placed in the kitchen. Danny immediately jumped and jerked her head in the direction of the sound in an effort to confirm or dismiss potential danger. When no threat presented itself, she slowly looked back down at her food.
Ely loved shrimp. He'd only known it for the last seven seconds but it was already a timeless truth about his personality. Their springy consistency was weird, but in a good way. And the batter was pretty tasty, too. His plate only offered 4 more shrimps, but he still placed one on Danny's plate. He thought he should give her two, but...first he'd see how she liked it.
As their date continued, a party of about six people entered the restaurant, gabbing and laughing. They weren't all the same species, likely not related to one another. Regardless, the noise they brought through the door with them prompted Danny to snap her head back toward the entrance. The large group entering the establishment all at once had the female rodent huddling in nervousness as the greeter met the collection of people, preparing to seat them.
"W-where's the bathroom," Danny agitatedly asked her son. "D-do you know where the...bathroom is?"
Ely glanced to the right, and was pretty sure he could see the hallway which led to the restrooms.
"It's over there, Mama...but you don't...you don't have to go to the bathroom...remember, you didn't...bring anything?"
The mother rat cradled her head in her paws. "Yes...yes."
As they were led to their table, the group of chatty associates passed the two rats' table. Danny burying her head deeper into her arms caught the attention of...most of those who walked by. Must be having a bad day, one may have thought. Rats; always acting weird, others most likely figured. Ultimately their interest in the rat couple proved fleeting, as the group was, as expected, far more interested in their socializing. But a large, boisterous laugh at some unheard joke would bury that line of logical thinking. Yes, laughing with your friends meant nothing to anybody else, for all intents and purposes, it was nothing more than an innocent outburst during a good time.
Still, it didn't stop the female rat from jumping up from her seat and scurrying over toward the bathrooms. Ely watched her go, deciding against trying to stop her. There was only so much she could do in there, and sometimes she just needed to make some distance.
Danny entered the hall which forked off to the distinct bathrooms, pivoting her head back and forth at each door. She could at least recognize the F which denoted the female bathrooms, where she would disappear beyond the pushable door. She wasted no motion, heading right for the handicapped stall, stepping into the tiled fortress and latching the door behind her.
Out on the main floor, Ely stabbed at more of his cod, looking back out the rainy windows as he chewed his juicy fish. She had her good days and bad days; he'd go get her in five minutes or so if he had to. He crunched on another shrimp. There were too few of them to bother saving. And he'd never be able to resist them. But the rest of this, perhaps, could go home.
Danny paced back and forth inside the stall before seating herself on the commode. She rocked forward and back again, wishing she'd brought something...anything. But she had nothing, here or at home. Not until the next month, or until she could convince a male that she was worth a shot or two. At first, it seemed easy as she'd only been awake for about an hour prior to coming here. She managed to keep her head during the bus ride but just a moment ago, all of them...too many of them, standing over her, talking, laughing...too much. What did they want? Probably just to eat lunch...most of her knew that. She nibbled away at her arm, itches everywhere.
The tiles on the bathroom floor were tiny and plentiful, and it was around tile number thirty-four when Danny realized how soothing they could be. Thirty-five was even better than the last, and thirty-six didn't disappoint. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight...it's too bright in here. But that could be remedied by shutting those blue eyes, and breathing away the blinding light. The internal sound of her naturally quicker heartbeat played as the soundtrack to this impromptu meditation. In words, this was healthy, forced into keeping her mind clear before visiting the establishment. But with all the extra space, anything could get in, reside, settle down, make a home of her; a lack of control over her own being she was all too familiar with. Ely had known how to provide for himself his own meals for around six years, and for as much time, Danny had turned away from conscious thought for this very reason. But...it's just a restaurant.
"Mama?" echoed the voice of Ely through the bathroom.
Ely's head poked a small ways into the female bathroom as called for Danny. At first there would be no response. He knew she was in here, probably just caught up in herself. He continued.
"Mama?"
"Yeah...."
At that point, the teenaged rodent heard the agitated voice of one of the staff behind the counter.
"Oh shit," the uniformed raccoon muttered, looking at the rats' empty table. "They ran off, I knew it."
"Did they? Oh no," lamented the voice of the mouse waiter.
Of course Ely knew they were talking about he and his mother, after all, they were the only two in the restaurant utterly certain to leave without paying. He could have trotted out there and put their fear to rest but in a way, it was just as well to have them think they knew something. It wasn't important though, as Ely turned back toward the bathroom.
"I'm gonna see if I can get something to put the food in, then we can go."
From the stall, Danny's head turned ever so slightly toward the direction of her son's voice.
"Okay...."
The raccoon stepped out from behind the counter trotting to the front door. He pushed it open with haste, stepping into the entryway.
"Maybe I can still catch the jerks....cover for me, Jamie."
Pulling his head out of the doorway, Ely allowed the door to close, turning just in time to see the mouse waiter trotting out to see if his co-worker had any luck in bringing Ely and Danny to justice. As he turned around to head back to his post for the time being, he saw Ely standing in the entrance to the hallway.
"Oh! Hi!" giggled the surprised waiter. "Is everything alright here?"
"Yes."
"Great, that's good...oh, by the way, y-your...your...friend, is she in...the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Oh, alright! Well um, hey, you keep enjoying your meal and I'll bring you the bill in just a sec, 'kay?"
Ely returned a blank stare for the mouse's smile. Without any additional words, he would meander back toward his table, wondering if Jamie gets a collective 'aww' when he uses a public bathroom.
Sat back into the booth, Ely glanced over the remaining food. He probably should have asked the waiter for a take-home box, but the mouse and establishment as a whole would probably feel better if they at least had the bill in front of them first. The raccoon would angrily stomp back through the main door before catching sight of Ely sitting stoically at his table. Their eyes would meet, the raccoon's expression exhibiting an amusing transition of irritated to confused. Satisfied that at least one of the rodents remained, he strafed back toward the counter.
"Bathroom," Jamie chittered quietly as the raccoon approached.
"Oh...."
Eventually, slinking out of the restroom, came Danny, her head and eyes sunk safely to the floor. Other than nearly colliding with the panel which separated some of the booths, she safely made it back to her seat, across from Ely. She was visibly confused as to why the food remained but said nothing about it, merely awaiting for the day's fate to dictate her further actions.
As promised, Jamie the Friendly Mouse returned to the table with the bill slip, ensuring the rodents knew they owed nineteen-something dollars.
"Can we get a...box for this stuff," inquired Ely in a monotonous voice.
"...Yes," answered the waiter, stretching the word out with uncertainty. "Um...yeah, okay, I'll just take these and get them boxed for you, and you can pick them up on your way out, 'kay?"
The waiter went to work scooping up the plates and scurried toward the back with them. While Ely didn't often go to restaurants like this, he was pretty sure that they'd normally let you do that, yourself. Ely watched the mouse leave with the plates, flicking his pink tail behind him. From across the table, Danny's focus followed the mouse only so far, the female rat more concentrated on taking therapeutic breaths. Her son watched her, watched her struggle where others became nourished, watched her try to hang on.
Ely was six years of age when the female rat across from him brought that skateboard home. It wasn't his birthday, neither one of them was entirely sure of the exact day. It wasn't Christmas, they barely observed holidays. It was Thursday. They lived in a different building, on a slightly nicer side of the city. Danny was...more in the game back then. She'd leave their home for a variety of reasons, some unknown to Ely. Despite his tender age, he was left home on his own much of the time, Danny often blocking the apartment door in some way to prevent him from leaving. To the casual observer this would seem cruel, but Ely never interpreted it as an act of malice or hostility. It wasn't. The mother rodent merely tried to ensure her son remained safe while she was out, before returning a short while later with food, maybe some modest clothing, or sometimes just money.
In the interim, Ely would doodle, try his paws at little pictures; himself, his mother, sometimes the neighbors. The renderings could be found in old notebooks, on junk mail, or, yes, sometimes on the walls. These were the kinds of things they did in school, this and the writing, the little rat would engage in these projects even at home, with little else to keep him distracted. Danny rarely gave Ely any kind of strict direction, other than the usual safety precautions, but in her youthful lucidity she stressed the importance of education - the one, free thing the young boy had coming to him that would ever give him a chance.
But a boy needs to do more than draw on the walls of a locked room, more than putting together three letter words to form an idea that nobody heard. On a Thursday afternoon Danny opened the apartment door and called for her son. The little boy would emerge from whatever hovel he'd made for himself that day and stand at his mother's feet. In her right paw, she gripped a lightly used skateboard by the wheels. The silent exchange saw the female rat relinquish the board into the paws of Ely, who looked it over with wonder. These things...he'd seen these things. Kids with...more, had these things. Where did she get it? Well...he didn't ask. He never asked. But for the weeks following, she'd watch him learn it, sit on the stairs as he rode it, and pick him up when it hurt him.
The rat across the table tried so hard for as long as she could. And now it was time to take her home.
Ely slid from his booth and rose to his feet, which prompted Danny to cautiously follow, picking up her hoodie and putting it back on. As they did this Ely remembered that, apparently, it was expected to leave some kind of tip. They'd never left a tip before. It wasn't...practical, for them. Ely stared toward the guys behind the counter. He glanced down to the table.
"Mama, go ahead and go over there, I'll be there in a second."
The reluctance on Danny's face was clear, going to stand alone near the unknowns, but...she'd do it. He wouldn't be long, he never was.
As his mother slowly moved for the counter, Ely withdrew his wallet from his right pocket and looked inside. There were two dollar-bills inside, one he'd already had, and another, crumbled dollar he'd found on the bus ride here. A mental shrug. Why not...wasn't his. After taking the crumbled dollar from his wallet, he buried his left paw in the other pocket, and a black marker emerged a moment later. He plucked the white napkin from under his unused silverware.
Danny stood alone, looking at the floor, trying not to call attention to herself. A moment later her son would return to her, saving her from being cornered by her thoughts. With no line, Ely and Danny were able to stroll right up to the register. Jamie returned with their boxed food, and with the other employee busy with a couple that had just come in, the little mouse would ring them up too.
"Okay, that was...$24.38."
Ely handed over the card.
"Oh, a gift card!" the mouse realized before taking it and scanning it in.
Yeah, now it all makes sense, thought Ely.
"Okay so...there's sixty-two cents left on the card. Would you like to recharge it?"
A shake of the head.
"Would you like it back?"
Again, no.
"No," confirmed the mouse, before snapping and disposing of the card. He then handed the receipt to Ely. "Okey-dokey, here's your receipt, on the bottom there's a link to our online survey, if you decide to take it you'll get a coupon for two free drinks."
Ely looked at the receipt for a moment before glancing back up at the mouse. He'd get an uncertain smile in return before he'd grab the food and turn to leave with Danny. As they left, Jamie would offer them a final "thank you," as he watched them step out the front door.
Once outside, the two rats walked through the parking lot toward the sidewalk. It was still sprinkling a bit outside, but the cool touch of water wasn't so bad. Ely situated the boxes into one arm and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a half pack of cigarettes, handing them over to the trepidatious Danny. Upon seeing them in front of her, she wasted no time in taking the smokes and opening the pack, the orange lighter already being inside. A few sparks later, and she could already feel her nerves settling into rest. It definitely sucked that she couldn't smoke inside.
Vehicles whisked by on the rain-slicked street. Puddles gathered in the dips in the sidewalk. The sky was grey, neutral to any and all events taking place below. Danny blew smoke out into the damp air, the smell being a familiar, almost comforting one for Ely. The cigarettes were good for the five or ten minutes she'd decided against something heavier. Not that they were without hazard. Ely tried a cigarette a few years prior. They tasted awful, and that was that. No amount of smoking would endear him to the others, so his teenaged motivations to continue essentially ended there. Similar with beer, he'd taken a sip of one of Danny's bottles when he was young. Again, tasted terrible. He didn't understand how she and others could go at it for years but he didn't have to understand. He could be pretty sure that it had little to do with flavor. But for all of their hardships, the young adult rat had nothing to forget. It was stagnant but manageable.
The mother rat continued her cigarette as they halted at the bus stop. She inhaled more quickly now, knowing she'd be unable to take it onto the bus with her. She tented the stick with her fleshy paw, protecting it from the misty rain. With a glance to the left, the female saw a squad car pull to a stop at the corner. They looked once. Then twice. For these two, it was always twice. The glance of law enforcement always inflamed the nerves of the 36-year old. Of course, she could have been any rat, and decades ago she was less than even that. But even with that in mind here at the bus stop, in the rain, near the cops, she was nervous. But that didn't matter. All that mattered is that you didn't look nervous. And that didn't entirely matter as they were more interested in looking her son up and down.
Ely never gave them an ounce, with his stoic pose, arms at his sides, eyes forward. Bodily motion remained relegated to his fingers and tail, outlets for is preyish energy. The blackness of his eyes allowed him to glance their way without them really knowing. Eventually their light turned green and they were off to help somebody in need, surely. The rain continued. With no jacket of his own, his red tee just absorbed the moisture, some of the water beading and falling from his whiskers. After enough moments, the long-bodied vehicle for which they waited made its stop in front of them. Danny put out the cigarette and the two rats boarded.
Jamie pitter-pattered over to the table, looking to see if anything needed cleaning or resituating. The water glasses and silverware needed to be collected. As he would begin this task he noticed the green bill under the water glass, along with a note written on a napkin. He lifted the cup and removed the money. A dollar. He brought the napkin to his eyes, as he read the roughly written words:
*For being a*
*mouse.*
*\-From*
*the rats.*
Ely and Danny both looked toward the floor of the bus, sitting quietly in their seats toward the front which faced inward toward the aisle. The shuttle was rather full, taking on many people who lost their car, can't afford a car, lost their license...something like that. Ely's fur was slightly matted from the dampness, groups of fibers sticking together, creating a field of broad, "pointy" fur over the rat's body. Beside him, Danny's hood was pulled over her eyes, and to the unfamiliar viewer, she appeared calm and even calculated, only an emotionless muzzle visible from her shroud. Underneath her mind thought fondly of that cigarette. Normally, once they were home, she wouldn't have to settle for that.
It seemed like everybody on the bus looked the same, their heads bobbing lightly as the wheels crossed undulating old roads, staring into undefined air, with or without their music players. Perhaps a few of their eyes rolled over to the windows, watching buildings they'd never been inside of fly by. Some of them were rats, not fancy rats even, grey, broad-faced, scarier rats whom had as much space as they wanted. Yet...some were foxes, clearly disenchanted with ending up here. A couple squirrels, always lots of squirrels in the city. Even though the rabbits wanted to be better than the bus lines, there looked to be a couple toward the back. There was even a mouse.
Maybe one or more of them has it better but got into a wreck. Maybe they're all just filling out this side of the city, making that number on the highway sign just a little more impressive. Maybe a few of them just can't drive. Foxes, rats, squirrels, mice, rabbit...they don't eat together, but here, they can ride together. The foxes and rabbits wanted more, the squirrels were making the best of it, the rats like the AC, and the mouse...he looks a little nervous. But they're all here.
Yes, they're all the same here. Regardless of what they were out there in the rain, here, everyone's just somebody without a car.
*With the price of the ride to your place and back, I could just lift some chips from the corner cat instead and keep the change. Your fish was alright but I wouldn't want to run with it. Your just doing your job mouse, and that's good because everyone else had your eyes and the only one scared of them was mom. I know we won't change anything, we were probably just weird but that's okay because you were all exactly the same. Enjoy your dollar, with 8 more cents you can buy a burger.* |
Rex: Chapter 5 by Boomslang | #5 of Rex Welcome to Rex's word. He's a coyote pushing the boundaries of pack life and his role as alpha male. - # Chapter 5 ## Lunch Rex watched the lynx couple approach through the nearly-empty restaurant lit by the early afternoon sun. Cienna walked with her shoulders back and hips swaying moving | [
"Adult",
"Aroused",
"Bisexual",
"Blowjob",
"Boobs",
"Breast",
"Breasts",
"Canine",
"Cheating Wife",
"Cock",
"Cuckold",
"Dick",
"Feline",
"Fellatio",
"Humiliation",
"Interspecies",
"Lust",
"MILF",
"NSFW",
"Sheath",
"Tongue",
" Naughty"
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Lunch
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Rex watched the lynx couple approach through the nearly-empty restaurant lit by the early afternoon sun. Cienna walked with her shoulders back and hips swaying moving from shadow to bright light from the windows. With each movement, her snug top displayed every bounce of her breasts. Pert nipples tented the fabric and tawny belly fur showed between her short top and form-fitting pants. White teeth showed between her parted lips.
Chris's attire conservative and unremarkable, flattered his slim build. His movements, like his wardrobe, drew scant attention, leaving his wife the focus of admiring eyes.
Cienna went to Rex and hugged him, pressing her breasts into his chest. She lifted her muzzle to his and they kissed, long and deep, the coyote's hands caressing her rump. Chris waited without saying anything.
Rex drew back and guided her to her chair. "Did you make your appointments today?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Is that part of your surprise?"
He smiled. "It is."
She grinned. "Care to let us in on it?"
He shook his head. "No spoilers. You have to wait until tonight for the reveal." He appraised her for long seconds, letting her observe his eyes taking in her figure. "That's a nice outfit," he said. "Did you wear it for me?"
A shy half-smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "Yes. After last night, I wanted to show off," she said, laughing. "Do you like it?"
He nodded. "I do." The trio took their seats and within moments her bare foot probed the coyote's crotch, her actions masked by the tablecloth. "Naughty girl," he said, smiling. She winked and he lifted his hand to signal the waiter to their table.
After placing their orders, he dropped one hand and caressed her lower leg while she pressed her toes to his genitals. Neither paid any attention to Chris.
Cienna's toes detected the change in her lover's prick and she smiled. A hard ridge of flesh extended from his crotch to his belly. "The thought of your hard cock inside me is making me wet," she said, her voice low to keep their conversation private.
"You slut," Rex said, his voice matching hers.
Her soft pink tongue moistened her upper lip. "I'm \_your\_slut."
"Do you say that to every male that fucks you?"
"Maybe. Do you like hearing me say that I'm your slut?"
He smiled and nodded at her. "Yes." He glanced at her husband. "It's important for Chris to hear it too."
She laughed. "I love how naughty you make me feel, Rex."
"I just bring it to the surface, Cienna. It's the part of your nature that you like to keep hidden away."
Chris watched the flirting between his wife and her lover and smiled. He recalled their night with Rex and his own prick grew hard. From the way Cienna and Rex looked at each other, all three of them had more to look forward to.
Lazy Afternoon
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After lunch, Rex took Cienna's hand and pulled her to his side after they exited the restaurant. His arm encircled the lynx, his fingers tucked into the waistband of her pants. The possessive display didn't evoke any response from her husband. "Chris, you can run along. I want your place ready for company tonight," he said. "I like the music playlist you used last night so use it again. Stock the bar with cold beer but not the local crap."
Chris nodded. "Yes sir. Anything else?"
"You'll get instructions via email." Rex's voice grew serious. "Follow them to the letter."
The smaller male nodded and left without a goodbye for Cienna.
"What about me?" Cienna asked her canine escort. Her arm closed on his waist.
"You and I are going to the beach. I feel like relaxing before tonight's activities." He turned his date away from the resort. "Come along, slut," he said, nudging her with his arm.
Her spine tingled at his order. "Yes, Rex." She walked beside him, comfortable in his company. The wind raised and she detected his musk, causing her nose to twitch. The tangy odor triggered memories of last night and she smiled. "This place is fantastic," she said while the pair strolled toward the ocean along a stone path.
"I vacation here every year," he said.
"This is our first time."
"But not the last."
She detected the lack of question in his statement. "Chris and I decided to return next year," she said. "We could time our vacation to meet you again," she said, her voice hopeful.
"Good," he said.
At the public beach area, they remained on the footpath instead of stepping onto the warm sand.
"I thought you wanted to go to the beach," she said, glancing at her companion.
"We are."
"But we're walking past it."
"The clothing optional beach is past the point there," he said, pointing with his muzzle. He laughed at her surprised look. "I want you natural for the rest of the afternoon. The sight your big bare tits will make me horny."
Heat spread in her cheeks and across her chest. "I've never gone to a natural beach before," she said.
"It's like a regular beach but without clothes," he said. "It's a crime not to show off a hot body like yours."
Heat spread through her loins as thoughts of putting her body on display began to excite her.
They continued on the path, approaching the ocean where the land rose and jutted into the surf. Rounding the point, the beach formed a cove set aside for the non-traditional beach-goers.
He guided her to a pavilion near the tree line. They obtained a basket of beach supplies from the staff member there and located a suitable location to spend the afternoon. A vacant umbrella with chairs set to view the ocean caught his eye and he took Cienna's hand and pulled her along.
Rex spread a large beach towel on the sand and stripped off his shirt, pants and sandals in seconds. Cienna waited for him to finish before stepping onto the towel and removing her shoes. He stepped close and kissed her, his fingers closing on the hem of her top. She lifted her arms and he pulled the material. When it cleared her arms, she shook her hair and stood before him.
He paused and looked at her. A black lace shelf bra exposed her nipples and the top half of her areolas. He unfastened the catch at the front, freeing her breasts from their attractive confinement. Her nipples stiffened and stood proud of the dark circles of her areolas, warmed by the sun.
Cienna grinned, noting his pleased expression. She reached for the front of her pants. She unfastened the button and pulled the zipper without hurry, taking a dozen seconds to finish the process. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed her pants off her generous hips with slow rocking motions. With his support, she freed her legs of the material.
He smiled, noting how the string panties rode low on her hips. Using her fingers, she tugged at them until they fell to her ankles.
"You don't seem too shy now," he said. "Did you tell the truth about not visiting a natural beach before?"
She looked at him, her eyes as golden as the sun. "I did. Seeing everybody else natural made it a bit easier. I'll admit that stripping in public for you has gotten me wet." With a quick movement, she covered her crotch and dragged her middle finger between slick labia. She lifted her hand to his face. "Taste how excited you make me."
Rex held her hand and licked her finger. The earthy taste of her moisture and musk caused his dick to twitch with excitement. "You taste good," he said.
She arched an eyebrow. "Good enough to fuck?"
"Yes, but not here." He released her hand and retrieved the phone from his pants pocket. He stood next to her, holding the phone out for a selfie.
"Vacation memories?" she asked.
"This is for Chris. He needs to see how much you enjoy your time with me." He pulled her to his side. "All right now, big smile." He took several pictures and sent them to her husband's email address. He also sent Chris an email with instructions to complete before their evening began.
"Chris is beside himself with happiness," she said. The pair settled into the lounge chairs. The beach umbrella shaded their faces from the sun while it warmed their fur.
"You can't find a stud to treat him like a proper sissy bitch at home?"
She shook her head. "No. And he enjoys getting dominated and treated like a bitch when I take a lover. Few males are comfortable in the dominant three-way role or they lack the experience or motivation to make it worthwhile for him."
"I don't have a problem with it," Rex said. "I look forward to fucking his sissy ass."
Cienna smiled. "That will send him over the moon," she said. "I've grown to like seeing him mounted like a bitch. Dominant men get me off. Having one take both of us fulfills both of our needs."
"Now that I understand what turns on you two," he said, looking at her. "We're going to have a lot more fun for the rest of our vacations."
"What do you have planned for tonight?" she said.
"Wait and see," Rex said.
Cienna closed her eyes and sighed. "Okay." Warmth from the sunlight and sand seeped into her fur, making her sleepy.
Rex lay back and closed his eyes. They relaxed, allowing Chris the time to make things ready for the evening.
Chris
----------
Chris tipped the delivery raccoon and closed the door. He put the warm beer in the bar refrigerator. A tropical-scented breezed drifted through the open windows. He hummed as he went about his task.
Another knock at the door surprised him. Another delivery, this time from a mouse. He examined the label and found it addressed to him. He opened the box and found a page with written instructions along with various personal care items. He took the items to the guest room bath. He re-read the instructions a broad grin on his muzzle.
His phone chimed and he tapped the first email notification with his thumb. He looked at the pictures Rex sent from the beach and a smile spread across his muzzle. His wife looked happy with her lover. The last picture showed her hand resting on the canine's sheath. Chris rubbed his growing erection but resisted masturbating. He viewed the second email from Rex and his grin widened. He had preparations to make for the evening.
Cienna returned to the bungalow several hours later. Chris met her in the living room. "Did you have a nice time?" he said, noting her lazy smile.
She nodded. "Did you get the pictures?"
He nodded. "Oh yeah."
"Did seeing me naked with a stud turn you on?"
Another nod. "I've imagined you riding his dick for the past few hours."
A smile softened her face. "I'm lucky to have a husband that enjoys watching me fuck other men," she said, caressing his cheek. He detected the scent of musk on her fingers and the ocean on her fur. He didn't detect the odor of sex on her but didn't pursue the matter. "I'm glad you enjoyed your time at the beach."
"Thanks, babe," she said and kissed his cheek. She turned toward the hall. "I'm going to get a shower."
"'Kay." Chris lay on the sofa for a nap. He wanted to rest for the night ahead.
Pack Introduction
----------
The sun began to sink below the horizon and the lynxes relaxed on the sofa, soft music filling the air. They jumped at the chime of the doorbell. They looked at each other.
"Are you nervous?" Cienna said.
Chris nodded. "A little," he said. "Excited too."
"Me too," she said, taking his hand. They rose and went to the door.
Four coyotes--Rex, two males, and a female stood on the porch. They appeared pleased.
"This is my pack," Rex said, smiling at the surprised lynx couple. He led his pack mates into the bungalow. "Cienna and Chris," he said indicating two coyotes, "This is Markko and his wife Laura."
"Hi!" The petite coyote femme said. She had a trim athletic build. Dark brown hair cut in a bob above her shoulders along with A-cup breasts and slim hips lent her a tomboyish air. Her husband Markko had a physical build similar to Rex.
"We're pleased to meet you," Cienna said to the pair.
A tall coyote stepped forward. "I'm Jesse," he said, a grin on his muzzle. He stood a head taller than Rex and seemed to fill the room.
"Hello, Jesse, it's a pleasure to meet you too," Cienna replied, a grin making its way across her muzzle. "Come in and make yourselves comfortable."
Laura held three shopping bags in her hands. She spread he arms wide before Cienna and Chris. "Come with me, girls. We have preparations to complete while the boys relax."
The coyote males smiled and exchanged knowing looks. Cienna shrugged her shoulders when Chris looked at her for a brief moment. They turned to follow the slight female canine.
Laura led the lynxes to the master bedroom. She nudged the door closed with her butt and she set the shopping bags on the floor. Chris and Cienna looked at her, not knowing what to expect.
Laura wasted no time and knelt by the bags. She took a card from one and pushed the bag toward Chris with her foot after reading it. "These belongs to you." She scanned another card. "This is mine," she said and pushed the third bag toward Cienna. "And this is yours."
Chris reached for his bag. "What is this?"
Laura stood and smiled at the felines. "Your outfits, of course." She studied Chris for several moments, a small smile on her muzzle. "You're the cuckold," she said.
Chris nodded and Laura's smile widened. "Lovely. You sure have the build for it, cutie." She stripped off her shirt, revealing pert breasts capped with light brown nipples. "The boys like a bit of cosplay action sometimes to make things interesting." She reached into her bag and spread the items on the bed. "Get dressed and we can start the fun."
Chris held a pleated skirt and furrowed his brows. "I though you said this was for me," he said to the coyote.
Laura cocked her head and looked at him. "It is."
He stated the obvious. "It's a skirt."
She rolled her eyes. "Duh. Put it on. Panties first though. They're in the bag." Laura peeled off her loose shorts, leaving her natural and unfazed by the lack of clothing. She reached for her garments. "You too, babe," she said to Cienna. "Get dressed." Her gaze returned to Chris and she grinned. "Get a move on, bitch, the boys are waiting."
Chris looked at the items Cienna retrieved and compared them to Laura's clothing. The outfits matched. "I'm a male," he said, not comprehending the situation.
Cienna unfastened her husband's belt, a smile on her face. "Remember, you're a sissy bitch now, not a male. The real males are in the living room waiting for us."
"Bingo!" Laura said. She affixed a ribbon to her hair. "Jesse and Markko love that femme boy shit. Banging a twink dressed like a schoolgirl gets them harder than titanium."
"Twink?" He said, stepping clear of his pants.
"Do you prefer sissy bitch?" Cienna said. "This is your special night, Chris. You get to experience being a femme."
"Yeah," said Laura. She examined Chris for several seconds, her gaze lingering on waist. "Your slim build is going to rock that outfit. She addressed Cienna. "He's going to look so hot. Do you mind if I fuck him after the boys are done?"
Cienna laughed and shook her head. "Be my guest, Laura," she said. "If he's a good bitch and satisfies our studs, you can do whatever you like with him."
Chris blinked. His wife just pimped him out.
"Cool," Laura said, a huge grin on her muzzle. "It'll be fun to fuck a dude dressed like a girl."
"Your husband won't mind?" He said to her.
Laura shook her head. "Nah. If you please him, he'll let you do anything you want to little ole me." She giggled at Chris's open-mouthed expression and patted his cheek. "I know your thing is getting treated like a femme but I want to sample your feline cock. And having you dressed like a schoolgirl while you fuck me is the icing on the cake."
He looked at her unclothed body and found himself growing aroused. A gold heart inset with a red stone dangled from her pierced belly button. A gold knob protruded through her clitoral hood. Her movements caused it to catch the light at intervals, glinting in her brown fur. He liked the sight of the jewelry adorning her body.
Laura noted his prolonged stare and smiled. She thrust her hips forward. "Do you like what you see?" She turned, giving him a view of her entire body. She wagged her tail, revealing a tight ass and strong slender legs.
He nodded. "Yes. You're quite attractive."
"Aw, you're sweet," she said. "Come on honey, let's get you dressed. The boys are waiting. I want to see how this outfit looks on you," she added.
Chris pulled white panties onto his hips. "These are tight," he said, rearranging his testicles to a more comfortable position.
"Yeah, that's because you have a dick," Laura said, fastening fastened her skirt. "Without a sheath and balls, they're comfortable."
He said nothing regarding the lack of bras for their outfits.
Cienna had problems with her shirt. "This blouse is almost too small," she said, struggling to fasten the buttons above her big breasts.
Laura looked at her chest. "With tits like those, it's no wonder." She considered the situation for a moment. "Leave the top buttons unfastened. You're the slutty schoolgirl tonight--you sure have the tits and ass for it." She laughed at Cienna's surprised expression. "Chris and I are the shy virgin girls."
"I'm Rex's slut," Cienna said, a grin on her muzzle. "Do I get to fuck the other males?"
"Oh yes," Laura said, buttoning her own blouse. "The pack shares everything, especially bitches." She looked at Chris, her expression soft. "You understand that, hon?"
He looked at his wife and nodded. "The more the merrier," he said. I like watching Cienna get nailed by canines."
Laura laughed. "Rex is the pack alpha. Look to him for approval, not your wife." She smiled and zipped his skirt. "Do what he and the other pack members say, including me. Our pack ranking is higher than yours or Cienna's."
"I'm the omega?"
She shook her head. "No. That role isn't filled yet. You're just the lowest ranking pack member for now."
"When did we become pack members?"
"Well, you're not official members. But Rex marked you and that gives you certain privileges," Laura said.
The ladies finished dressing first and assisted Chris with his remaining clothing.
Their school uniforms consisted of white blouses and dark blue pleated skirts above translucent white thigh-high stockings and panties. White garter belt straps connected to the tops of the stockings and vanished under the skirts.
Laura finished and looked at the felines. She cocked her head and looked at Chris for several moments. "Cienna, we need to fix his hair. He looks too butch."
The femmes spent several minutes with combs, styling mousse and hair clips to transform his hairstyle. All three looked in the mirror above the dresser after they finished.
Chris stared at his reflection open-mouthed. Cienna and Laura flanked him, smiles on their muzzles. His image looked more schoolgirl than middle-aged male. The femmes had given him a feminine hairstyle and clipped a plastic bow at a jaunty angle above his temple.
"We look good!" Laura said, a huge smile on her face. She groped Chris's ass under his short skirt at his less than enthusiastic expression. "Loosen up, Honey! You're a hot bitch!"
Chris jumped from the sudden goosing, causing Cienna to laugh.
"Markko and Jesse prefer that you act shy and effeminate," the coyote femme said. "If you relax and enjoy the ride, you'll remember tonight for the rest of your life."
"No doubt," Chris said. He looked forward to casting aside his masculinity to participate like a femme. The prospect of submitting to the whims of his wife's lovers made his stomach tremble with anticipation.
Laura grinned and kissed him on the mouth. She looked in his eyes. "Are you looking forward to fucking me?"
Looking into her warm brown eyes, his desire for the petite canine rose. His cock stirred in his sheath. He nodded. "Yeah."
"Cool," Laura said. She kissed him again. "I guarantee you'll enjoy it."
Chris expected Cienna to remark on the affection Laura showed him or overstepping his bounds but she grinned at his questioning look. "The pack shares everything, especially bitches," she said.
"One more thing," Laura said, poking the lynx male in the chest with her index finger. "Your name is Christine, not Chris. Understand?"
The butterflies in his stomach intensified and nodded.
Laura took Chris by the hand and led the group from the bedroom. In the great room, Rex and the others moved the furniture toward the walls, leaving a large space in the center.
Laura struck a pose while holding Chris's hand. "What do you think, boys? Are we hot or not?"
The three coyote males stood at the bar, unclothed and ready for action. They put their beers on the counter and appraised the group.
"Nice," Rex said, nodding. "Very nice."
Markko and Jesse's eyes never left Chris. That caused Cienna to grin, suspecting what they wanted to do with him. She went to Rex and kissed her lover, a lingering expression of her desire.
The unattached male coyotes went to the femmes in the center of the room. Laura hugged her husband and they regarded Christine. "What do you think, babe?" She asked. "Isn't she a good-looking bitch?"
Markko's gazed at the small feline and nodded. "Well done. She looks good."
Jesse nodded agreement. "Very well done, Laura."
Chris began to feel unease between the big canines. Laura sensed his growing tension and put her arm across his shoulders. "Relax Honey. Remember what I told you."
Tension left his body as he forced himself to relax. He adopted a shy posture and hugged himself. "Do you think I'm pretty?" he asked the canine males, his voice low and soft.
Jesse smiled, "You're lovely, Christine," he said. The tip of his member peeked several inches above his sheath opening.
Markko added his approval. "Yes. Very pretty indeed." He turned his head to Laura but his eyes never left Chris. "See to the alpha's needs."
With a goodbye kiss for her husband and a pat on Chris's rump, Laura sauntered to Rex and Cienna.
"You're an artist, Laura," Rex said. "I'm tempted to claim alpha privilege and fuck her first."
"Let the boys give Christine a proper introduction to the cuck lifestyle," Laura said "They can get her ready for your alpha prick." She winked at Cienna. "You just have to decide which of us to fuck first."
He guided the ladies to the sofa. "Let's get comfortable and enjoy the show." He said, sitting between them. "You two can blow me while I decide."
After making themselves comfortable, he leaned back and expressed his semi-hard shaft.
Laura took the initiative and leaned across his lap. Her long tongue lapped at him from balls to cock tip before she closed her mouth on his shaft. After several bobs of her head, she released him and looked into his eyes. "I love sucking your big dick, Rex," she said and kissed the tip of his glans with light pressure from her lips.
Cienna moved her head close to his lap. The coyote female moved aside for her and the lynx licked the wet shaft. "I like sucking canine cock," she said and looked at Laura, a mischievous grin on her muzzle. "Let's share."
Laura nodded. Cienna opened her mouth and her head lowered onto Rex's shaft.
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Turning a Family Into a Slutty Harem by GerboiseBleu | Buster Baxter wanted a slutty family of his own. He eventually found the perfect candidates. (This concept wasn't quite my own, as I remember reading a story with this general idea a long time ago but I can't quite remember where. So I adopted the premise and adapted it with Arthur characters and | [
"Aardvark",
"Age Difference",
"Arthur",
"Arthur reed",
"Breeding",
"D.W. Reed",
"F/F",
"Incest",
"Jane Reed",
"M/F",
"Mind Control",
"Penis",
"Pussy",
"Rabbit",
"Vaginal",
"Young",
"buster baxter"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145217-turning-a-family-into-a-slutty-harem | In Elwood City, there wasn't a single person who didn't know that Buster Baxter was friends with Arthur Reed. However, admittedly he had grown to find his mother extra hot. Learning about sex from older kids merely enforced this lust. Heck he wouldn't mind fucking several people, but after many sessions of masturbation and imaginative fantasies, he wanted to take over a family with plenty of females, kick the men out, and somehow make himself not only the patriarch of the family but make the women his slutty harem girls. He didn't have a way to do that until one day in his high school freshman year after jokingly wishing on a star, he got the ability to control minds. After weeks of testing to see how much he could control, he learned he could do anything. Soon he planned to make his lustful fantasy a reality. When he was told by Arthur that he and his dad would be away on a father-son camping trip, he knew he had the opportunity. The day he left, he went to his house, quickly convinced them to make their vacation a permanent move of residence to the other side of the country, then once they left, he prepared to take over.
He knocked on the door. Jane Reed greeted him and let him in. As she apologized for Arthur not being there, all he could focus on was how hot she was. He decided to have some fun by having her mind slowly convert to the slutty wife he wanted. He had it activate slowly with each sexual act he would make. Buster suddenly leaped forward and pressed his mouth against Jane, kissing deeply. Jane was taken aback but the mind control slowly took over. She resisted less and enjoyed it. Their tongues wrestled and she embraced him. Buster lowered her pants, then her underwear, and she began growing wet. Her desire to please the master was evident.
"Oh, you don't require more persuading. Gooooood," Buster lined himself up with her after having her sit down. He teased her with his tip, eliciting loving soft moans from the woman. He then shoved his erect cock straight into her pussy. She let a low, breathy moan, enjoying it. Buster pumped his cock in and out as Jane panted lovingly. Eventually Jane squirted her juice and Buster could no longer keep up. It was his first time and admittedly it was hard for him to control himself.
"Are you enjoying this? I do hope so. Soon I'll cum and impregnate you, then you'll be mine," said Buster while deep inside her.
"Yes, yeah! I need this! Pump me full!\~" Jane Reed moaned as loud as she could. Buster then couldn't take it anymore and came inside her. He squirted his cum all inside her then relaxed. Jane panted as well and looked at him seductively.
"Very good, slut," said Buster. "Now tell me, who am I?"
Jane answered, "You are my master. I live to obey you, bear your children, and fuck you whenever and wherever you wish." Buster grinned. It had worked, and now he just needed to wait for the daughter to come home.
"I wonder if you can be of assistance to my cause," inquired Buster.
"What is it that you need me for, Master?"
"My desire is simple. To take over a family, become the master of the family, and make all of the females my dirty sluts. However, right now you're the only female under my control. Especially with you inevitably going to be pregnant with my child, I'll need another slut to fuck." He knew D.W. would be his to fuck, but he wanted his new slutty slave to say it herself.
"Then, as an offering, allow me to offer my own daughter to you." A devilish grin spread across Buster's face.
"Then let's waste no more time here, where is she?" he asked.
"She should be home from school at any moment," she responded with a smile, happy her offering pleased the master. Eventually D.W. arrived home. She entered in and saw them both naked and was confused and shocked.
"M-mom? What's going on?" she asked. Buster remembered when D.W. was an annoying pre-schooler, now she was the perfect age for beginning to fuck. She could even bare a child if needed.
Jane answered: "I have someone to introduce to you. He's really important." D.W.'s squinted with confusion. She already knew who Buster was. What was really going on? "Meet your new father, Buster Baxter." D.W.'s jaw dropped
Dinky's jaw dropped in bafflement. "M-my n-new father!? What!? Mom, you've got to be joking."
Buster looked at D.W. lovingly, "I know this is a bit of a shock for you, but your mother is my wife now. She's even going to be pregnant with my child."
D.W'.s shock and horror was plain on her face as her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. "You have a..." Her face quickly contorted in anger as she ran right in Buster's face. D.W. screamed, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?"
Jane approached her daughter angrily, "Dorothy Winifred! That is no way to talk to your father!"
Buster raised his hand, "It's alright Jane, dear. She is very shocked; it is a huge change in somebody's life to suddenly have a new father."
"FUCK YOU!" D.W. cried out. "You think you can just treat me as if I really am your daughter? I HOPE YOU BURN IN--"
Buster decided this had gone on long enough and cut her off "Enough! I am your father and the man of this household. This is where I put my foot down," Buster slammed his foot to the ground, looked DW straight in her eyes, and he began hypnotizing her to take control of her mind.
"Wha-" D.W. breathed out as she fell into a trance. Her head felt light as her mind went numb.
"A good girl always loves her father and listens to everything he says without fail," said Buster.
"Always... loves... listens to... everything," D.W.'s breath grew heavier with every word she spoke.
"But you haven't been a good daughter. You've been very bad, very naughty," continued Buster with D.W. taking everything in whether she liked it or not.
"Bad... naughty..."
"You've done nothing but yell at me. Is that the proper way to treat your father?" D.W.'s eyes remained wide and focused on Buster's deep stare. "There's only one reason for a girl like you to yell - when someone shoves his erect cock into you."
"One reason... erect... cock," D.W.'s face blushed red and her breathing was even heavier than before.
"And who better to stick his cock in you than your own father? No one, that's who!" proclaimed Buster while grinning.
"Better than... father... no one..." echoed D.W.
"That's right," Buster continued, but switched to a more seductive tone. "You need to give your love to your father. Every bit of it."
"Every... bit..."
"Besides, your father is the only one who can give you something very special," Buster drew closer to D.W. as he laid his hand on her shoulder. "Your sibling..."
"Father... give... sibling..."
"Yes. He's the only one that can make your sibling inside of you, the only one who can fill you up with someone you can eventually call brother or sister."
"Make... sibling... inside me..."
"All you need to do to receive that gift is to be a good girl for your father."
"Good... girl..."
"Now then, who's your daddy?" asked Buster, who knew the transition to being a slutty adoptive daughter was complete.
"You are... daddy." D.W. answered.
"Excellent," Buster let go of D.W.'s shoulder and stomped his foot twice on the floor to end the trance. D.W. blinked and snapped to attention, her new father's 'suggestions' still on her mind. Almost immediately, D.W. began to tear up and cry. Tears streamed down her face and then she ran to Buster and pulled him into a tight hug. Buster hugged her back as she cried into his chest.
After a few moments, D.W. pulled back and sniffled. She looked up, ready to apologize.
"I'm sorry daddy," D.W. sniffled. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Shhhhh, it's okay baby, everything will be alright," Buster reassured D.W.. Jane Reed watched the display and smiled, happy that her daughter was now accepting her new father and master. "But that doesn't mean you're off the hook young lady, there needs to be more to your apology."
D.W. then looked at her new father with a concerned look. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Show me your love."
D.W. smiled thankfully and fluttered her eyelashes before leaning in towards Buster and giving him a peck on the cheek. She then moved over and planted a kiss right on his lips, smooching them together before gliding her tongue into his mouth. Buster responded by poking out his own tongue, causing D.W. to softly moan. Their tongues swirled around each other as they explored their mouths. Their saliva mixed and clung to each of their mouths in a string as they pulled apart.
"Very good, D.W.," said Buster. "Now come with me." The two of them walked together upstairs and Jane followed right behind them. Of course, they were going straight to the parents' bedroom. Buster picked D.W. up and laid her back on the bed. He climbed on top and kneeled above her. D.W. could see it, his surprisingly adult-sized and erect cock, which is ready to mate.
"Is it time for my special something?" D.W. asked, now sounding lustful herself.
"Yes, baby," answered Buster. "I'm going to give you your new sibling," Buster lined himself up and laid on top of her. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, daddy. Please, I want my sibling. I want to love you." she lovingly answered. With that, Buster forced himself right inside her. D.W. soon was filled with warmth and lust. As Buster began to pump within her, he planted a kiss on her lips. D.W. kissed back and wrapped her arms and legs around her new daddy, trying to get as much of his cock and tongue inside her as possible. As Buster fucked faster and faster, D.W. started to moan louder and louder into their kiss. Eventually, she pulled out of the french kissing and let out a series of loud moans. She moaned non-stop throughout the rest of their breeding session, until Buster started to feel himself ready to finish it.
"Oh, D.W., I'm about to cum," Buster grunted.
"PLEASE DADDY, YES!" D.W. moaned loudly and happily. "FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE, PUT A SIBLING INSIDE ME! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!"
That screaming was all it took, the pair orgasmed together. D.W. squirted her juices all over Buster's cock just as he started to spurt. He jammed himself deeper and filled her with several streams, but then he pulled out and sprayed one more stream all over D.W.'s body. They both laid there gasping for a long moment before Buster climbed off to see the white mess covering D.W..
D.W. gasped, "So this is what Daddy's love is like." She stared at the messy love, almost wanting it to never be cleaned from her. However the mother had a better idea. She walked to the bed and smiled.
"Oh D.W., you're all dirty. Let me help you with that." Jane then leaned over and started to lick up the cum covering her daughter. Her slutty self enjoyed the taste and she quickly finished. When D.W. was clean, she leaned in for one final kiss with her tongue, but this time with her mother. They exchanged saliva, but also Buster's cum, and after a while they break away showing the string to their master, wanting approval. Buster grinned and then they both went back to kissing. However suddenly a voice was heard downstairs.
"Mom? D.W.? I'm home!" called the youngest sister Kate. Buster smirked, it was time for a new slut to be incorporated. |
A Day in the Life by Jeeves | Join Fyr and Ropes for a day in their lives together. Perhaps not a typical day, but one which for them is delightfully common. - This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains copious quantities of sex between two consenting adult herms! :3 **A Day in the Life** **6:30am** Fyr stirred as she felt | [
"Cum",
"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"Fucking",
"Hermaphrodite",
"Oral",
"Orgasm",
"Puma",
"Rough",
"Shower Sex",
"Vaginal",
"Wet"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151017-a-day-in-the-life | This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains copious quantities of sex between two consenting adult herms! :3
**A Day in the Life**
**6:30am**
Fyr stirred as she felt movement next to her. Rolling over, eyes wearily peeling themselves open, she observed her lover slipping back into bed in the gloomy darkness. The dragon's sharp ears could hear the gentle gurgling of their home's boiler, refilling that which had been spent when Ropes washed his hands. She murmured happily as his warmth joined her beneath the covers once again, and beamed when he turned onto his side, facing her with a warm smile of his own.
"Morning..."
His rumbling voice was so confident. So full of himself. The arrogant motherfucker, he knew exactly what was going to happen next, and he wasn't the slightest bit ashamed of it. Not that Fyr was ashamed of course. Hell, if Ropes hadn't been just as eager, she'd have touched and teased him until he might as well have *begged*.
"Morning."
Fyr's reply was simple, and yet laced with passion as she practically moaned that one word back at the puma. Their two bodies shuffled closer to one another, and the dragoness gave a shiver of excitement as she felt the clawed toes of her feet brushing against Ropes' own footpaws. One of his hands reached out beneath the bedding and landed upon her right flank. He stroked her smooth crimson scales, running his digits down over to the more pale bands that ran across her belly. That hand was joined by another, and they began to rise up. And up. Up the length of Fyr's torso, until they encountered the ample mounds of the dragoness' breasts.
"We could sleep for another two hours..."
Ropes knew that wasn't going to happen. Not in a million years. But he also knew that by being the one to suggest it, it fell to Fyr to say no. To say that she wanted to do something *else*. The puma knew all too well what his mere presence did to his lover's libido, but as ever, he wanted to hear it. To see Fyr admitting it.
"Or, we could wear each other out so much that by the time we *do* need to get up, we're exhausted all over again..."
The dragon's own hands slipped forth as she closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of Ropes' digits teasing and tweaking at her already firm and swollen nipples, and groped at the fuzzy fur of her mate's own stomach. Firm, flat, powerful. She moaned again as his grasp upon her breasts tightened, and under his breath he growled to her.
"Touch me."
She giggled through her excitement, and licked her lips with a giddy nod as her hands roamed down through the puma's lush fur.
"Just try and stop me."
Ropes squeezed Fyr's breasts, and now, as she gasped and shuddered in arousal, Fyr groped at her lover in return. She took his hefty balls in one hand, and the already swollen length of his morning wood in the other. She squeezed. She stroked. She breathlessly begged her lover for the same treatment that she was now offering him.
"Now you. T-touch... touch me. Stroke *my* cock."
And with a growl of delight at the dragon's wish, half plea and half demand, Ropes did so. He released Fyr's ample breasts, and allowed his hands to drop down the length of her beautiful, fertile and feminine form, to seek out her own balls. They were scaled and smooth, but every bit as warm and plump as his own. And her cock, it was smaller than his own by perhaps an inch, but that thick black length was nothing to be ashamed of. It was still large, and with its knotted base and ridged shaft, more than a match for him.
With her eyes fluttering open once more, half lidded with pleasure but desperate to see the same bliss mirrored upon her lover's face as she touched him, the dragon and puma masturbated one another with slow, casual and yet immensely pleasant squeezes and strokes. They could feel their bodies trembling with delight beneath the warmth of the sheets, that heat growing more and more deliciously intense as their respective arousal twitched in one another's grasp. But still, even as their stroking grew more rapid and their squeezes ever tighter, they craved more. They both knew their bodies were capable of feeling so much more than they were currently accepting, and it was just a matter of time, and of teasing their lover to greater heights, before new and ever more wonderful sensations were lavished upon them both.
Sure enough, barely two minutes later, Fyr's hand departed Ropes' fuzzy furred balls. Rather than withdrawing though they teased their way further forward, between the puma's legs. He gave a grunt of desire, and the covers around them shifted as he spread his lower limbs apart a little.
"Already so wet..."
Fyr grinned as she caressed the feline herm's thighs, his pale, glowing white eyes staring back at her with passion, but also a little embarrassment too as he squirmed in obvious and urgent excitement.
"S-shut up..."
The dragon snorted with laughter, but didn't withdraw her hand. Indeed she pushed it further still, and felt her scaled fingertips grazing against furless flesh both damp and immensely warm to the touch. The swollen outer lips nestled behind Ropes' balls, betraying the fact that though he did not bear breasts like hers, the puma was a herm just like Fyr herself.
"I'll shut up. But... only if you\_don't\_. Moan for me, Ropes."
Fyr squeezed her mate's cock, and at the same moment pressed two of her fingers more urgently against Ropes' more feminine regions. She felt his body tense up, and saw his eyes bulging as the dual stimulation surged through him while her fingers wiggled and pushed their way into his pussy. She watched him try to hold back. Try to defy her. But to no avail. His lips parted to reveal bared, snarling teeth, but only for a moment. His jaw fell slack, a shuddering gasp of breath escaping him a moment before the inevitable happened. He moaned. As Fyr began to masturbate him with twice the passion and bringing with it twice the pleasure, Ropes moaned and grunted uncontrollably, and surrendered himself to his lover's less than tender touches.
The puma writhed and gasped as he rolled over onto his back less than a minute later, Fyr rolling too until she was straddling him, her wings holding the bedding up and over them like the roof of a tent. With the bedding locking inside the scents and sounds of their shared pleasure, she moaned in excitement, and Ropes cried out in ever building ecstasy right back at her. The dragon sat upon her lover's knees, locking him in place, and though she was almost blind in the near complete darkness her hands worked with an instinctive agility. She hurriedly massaged the length of the feline's cock, moaning as her fingertips felt the rubbery barbs upon its head rising to prominence the more desperately aroused Ropes became. With the same pace and degree of force meanwhile two of her fingers plunged in and out of the puma's pussy, and the thumb of that hand ground firm yet intimate circles upon Ropes' swollen clit.
"Fyr! A-aahhh! *Fuck*!"
She adored hearing her lover like this. Driving him to these extremes via the miracle of dual stimulation. It was destiny... it was meant to be that she'd found him, and he'd found her. Two herms. Two bodies so eager, so hungry for pleasure beyond the norms of society. Hell, even by herm standards the two of them were wild to the extremes when it came to their capacity for pleasure.
"Cum for me, Ropes."
The dragoness called out over the puma's own frantic cries, already feeling his pre-cum drooling down the fingers wrapped around his cock, and able to hear every slick, slurping entry and exit of her fingers from his wet, needy pussy. He roared in reply, and as his demonic eyes blazed with pale light, it allowed Fyr to *see* what she was stimulating. To set eyes upon the other herm's thick cock drooling and spurting fountains of pre up into the air, and the glistening fur of his thighs either side of her equally damp, dripping wet hand as it worked his pussy feverishly with every penetrating thrust. Fyr moaned at the sight before her. She wailed in glee, and half urged, half begged her partner to grant her that most potent privilege once more.
"Cum for me. Please. Please, cum for me... n-now!"
She flung herself forward, and as a third digit joined the first two in spreading Ropes' pussy wider and pressing deeper, harder into his feminine depths, the dragoness' panting, moaning muzzle wrapped itself around the length of her lover's cock in place of her hand. She suckled. She felt him quivering, throbbing against her tongue. She licked and teased her tongue's rough surface over the nubs of his barbed member, and tasted his pre-cum with a muffled, deep gurgling of her own ecstasy. She finger fucked her lover as fast as she could as his moans and grunts turned to ever more violent roars, and as his trembling hands wrapped around her head, holding it in place as his hips bucked up from the bedding below, the now free fingers of the hand that had been wrapped around Ropes' cock descended between her own legs.
Fyr grasped at her own thick, black fleshed cock, and squeezed her knot as the first bellowing cry of ecstasy escaped her lover. She bucked, she humped at her own touch as she felt his hot cum begin to pour itself down her throat, and the surge of his feminine ejaculate soaking her other hand. And with her eyes closed, her senses totally focused on soaking in every breathless roar and wild, frantic twitch, quiver and convulsion of Ropes' suddenly multi-orgasmic body, Fyr worked herself towards the brink of her own orgasm. She didn't rush it though, didn't force herself to try and cum alongside her lover. After all, the day had barely begun, and there were so many more deliciously lewd and intimate ways for her to spill her own load just waiting to be explored.
**7:49am**
Fyr's clawed fingertips dragged down the shower's tiled rear wall, and a protracted moan escaped her lips as Ropes' rough feline tongue delved into her pussy. The dragon stood with her legs spread so wide that her toes touched both sides of the shower cubicle, her tail draped over the puma's shoulder as he gripped her thighs and feasted loudly, hungrily upon her soaking wet depths. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, every breath ragged and every twitch of her pleasure-stricken form accompanied by a thick spurt of pre-cum from her cock, the length throbbing wildly as she stared down at it over her heaving breasts. It was untouched by either hers or Ropes' hands, and though the puma could easily have summoned up his demonic tentacles to tend to his lover's more masculine regions, he neglected to do so entirely. Instead his tongue drove Fyr towards not her first, not her second, not even her third orgasm since they'd slipped into the shower together some twenty minutes prior, while leaving her cock in helpless limbo, desperately aroused but still a hair's breadth away from the stimulation required to let it join her pussy in its feverish and deliciously regular bouts of release.
"A-aah... again..."
Her wings and tail thrashed, splashing the shower's glass walls with the glistening sheen of water that had been clinging to those smooth scales as she tensed up and wailed in helpless lust.
"I'm... oh god, ohh fuck... I'm cumming, a-again. *Yes*. Oh fuck. Fuck!"
Yet more scratch-marks appeared in the strong ceramic tiles as Fyr howled in euphoric bliss, yet at the same time stared in horror at her cock as it throbbed and ached and drooled, yet failed to achieve the release that would have propelled this already incredible sensation to whole new heights. The worst thing was, there was absolutely nothing stopping Fyr from reaching down and masturbating herself. Nothing keeping her from *asking* Ropes to let one of his hands drift up from her thigh and give a single squeeze, maybe two at most to her swollen ebony knot, granting her the dual relief she so feverishly desired and urgently required.
For any other couple, the fourth orgasm might have been enough to call things quits. Or, even if they were going to extremes beyond that, a plea for more might have been required at the very least. Not with Fyr and Ropes though. The puma's clawed fingertips dug into his lover's scaled thighs, and with a wet, sloppy gurgle as his muzzle pressed against her still gushing pussy, he held her tight enough to make one thing clear. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't done, and wasn't *going* to be done until Fyr gave in. Until either she relented and drove herself to release with her own hands, or until her body could take it no more, and was forced over the brink without a single touch to its masculine regions.
"I... a-ahh... I won't give in. Oh god. I w-won't. I'm nnhh... not gonna... ah... do it. Not gonna..."
Fyr whimpered as the cycle began all over again. Ropes' tongue delving deep, teasing her g-spot, slurping at the juices as they poured forth before darting back and flicking like a whip at her swollen, aching clit. His hands massaging her thighs. Squeezing, teasing, doing everything they could be doing to her cock, only *not*. His gurgling, growling laughter erupting against her pussy with every frustrated, desperate shriek and screech the dragoness let loose, knowing just how wild he was driving her, and delighting in every second of it. The more he mocked and teased her though, the more potent the pleasure he delivered alongside it. And the more Fyr craved it, longed for it, no matter the cost. She would do anything... let Ropes say or do anything *to* her. Anything, short of giving her lover the satisfaction of masturbating herself to climax.
And that remained true. For orgasm after orgasm Fyr hung on while *begging* her body to let go... humping at thin air, watching her cock flail and twitch and drool such volumes of pre-cum it might as well have been cumming in its own right, yet somehow wasn't!
It continued, right up until the moment when Ropes gave her a chance. An opportunity, at long last, for release. For relief.
**8:31am**
"A-ah... all this pussy juice, you'd think it'd fill me up, but fuck, I'm just hungrier and hungrier with every orgasm. I think it's time for breakfast."
Ropes planted tender yet lustfully teasing kisses upon his lover's rump as he withdrew his sodden muzzle from the space between the dragon herm's ass and her engorged, achingly full balls. He rose to his feet, his own cock rock hard, though not nearly as desperately hard as that belonging to the dragoness, and tenderly embraced Fyr where she was still standing, hunched and clawing at the shower's rear wall in despairing ecstasy and desire. She'd cum so many times, and yet that one orgasm she needed most of all had remained elusive. And now... now Ropes was calling an end to the shower. An end to her chance for his tongue to make her cum in the manner that had thus far remained just out of reach.
But... no. The dragon growled. She roared. She wouldn't let it end like this. She felt Ropes pull away from her, and heard him laughing at what he assumed was a despairing cry of defeat. No doubt he expected to hear her screaming in pleasure at any moment, and to turn to see Fyr painting the shower wall with hot ribbons of cum as she masturbated herself and emptied her balls with defeated but blissful release. Instead however, as he stepped out of the shower door and onto the relatively cool bathroom linoleum beyond, the puma felt something rather different and unexpected.
The dragoness tackled him from behind, and together they tumbled to the floor.
"What the fuck do you think you're... a-aahhh!"
Ropes roared with confusion and shock as he was barrelled over, knocked down to his hands and knees upon the floor with the weight of the dragoness' powerful form collapsing atop him. His cry of frustration however turned to one of stunned ecstasy mere moments later though, and then to an outright howl of pleasure as like a dog scenting a bitch in heat, Fyr hunched down over the herm whose tongue had so deliciously tormented her, and in one swift, instinctive motion slipped her aching cock under the puma's tail, and into the waiting depths of Ropes' own tender, wonderfully sensitive and deliriously tight pussy.
"Cum with me... moan... s-scream, while I breed you, my fertile bitch..."
The dragoness was barely aware of the words that tumbled from her muzzle as she humped at Ropes' clutching depths, barely aware of \_anything\_but the pleasure as almost instantly she began to cum, to pour her molten seed out deep into the waiting and hungry loins of the puma. She didn't stop there though. Didn't stop when her orgasmic passions were at last spent with that first potent load. Her feminine side had been granted countless bouts of release over the last few hours, and now the herm dragon's masculine aspect wished to even up the count a little. Reaching round beneath the grunting, snarling form of her lover Fyr however did not cruelly deny Ropes what she had been denied. As she began to fuck the puma senseless she wrapped not one but both hands around his swollen cock, and with the smooth scales still damp from the shower let him begin to hump and thrust within them like a second, makeshift pussy.
"Tell me to stop..."
The dragoness grinned as she felt Ropes' body responding in the only way it could to such potent and complete stimulation. It bucked back, it clutched at the cock invading its drooling depths. It began to rise towards orgasms of its own, and the puma's muzzle let loose giddy, mewling cries in frantic abundance as he was fucked by the glistening, trembling and utterly fixated dragon now straddling his form and forcing all this rapturous excess upon him.
"I dare you. I... aahh, I fucking *dare* you, Ropes. Just you... ohh god, t-tell me to stop..."
But he didn't. Of course he didn't. There was only one phrase, one coherent thought that escaped the puma's muzzle in any form of understandable language as Fyr worked out those most desperate urges, thrust by thrust, orgasm by orgasm. Words that Fyr had screamed herself countless times, and which her lover now borrowed as he clawed and scrabbled senselessly at the bathroom floor.
"Fyr! Oh, oh **Fyr**. Cumming! Aaah... *aaahhhhhh*!"
**9:58am**
Upon the bedside table, where it had rested all night and not yet been disturbed, Fyr's phone rang. Her boss's name flashed up on the screen, and a minute or so after the ringing ceased, a message flashed up across the display.
'*Where the f [ K](https://k.sofurry.com/) are you?! You promised you wouldn't keep doing this after I let you off last time with a warning, Fyr. Please call me when you get this message, and I hope you have a good reason why I shouldn't fire you on the spot.*'
The dragoness didn't have a good reason why she was missing work, of course. But she didn't need one. Not right then. Not at that moment in time. For right then, she had no concept of time whatsoever. Not a shred of brainpower left over to consider how long she and Ropes had been fooling around, or what else they were meant to be doing that day. Chores. Jobs. Obligations to friends, family or anyone else in the world... none of that mattered. None of that mattered as she straddled her lover upon the living room couch, bouncing herself wildly upon his barbed and straining cock while Ropes in turn rubbed and squeezed her own drooling and flexing erection.
"Fill me..."
Fyr's tail thrashed savagely from left to right, sending the lamp that sat upon the small table beside the couch crashing to the ground, but not stopping, not even taking a moment to consider reining in her exuberant riding of her lover's thick and wonderfully rock hard cock.
"Give me your cum, w-while I... I give you... oh... ohh yes... Ropes..."
With a frantic grunt, Fyr began to paint her lover's chest with streaks of seed from her own throbbing cock. The puma snarled happily as he felt the dragoness' pussy gushing and squeezing in its own orgasmic joy around his member, and released Fyr's throbbing shaft as so that he could reach up and caress the bouncing mounds of her breasts. With the very first squeeze he too let loose, and roared alongside the other herm as he peered up at her beautiful, bountiful chest, and considered what it might look like stained with cum like his own torso now seemed to be.
**11:17am**
'*Hey Ropes, Jeeves here! I'm at the station now. Can't see you around, let me know where you are. Really appreciate you offering to give me a lift back into town. You're a lifesaver!*'
On the other side of the bed, Ropes' own phone buzzed and flashed, but went entirely unnoticed even though the bedroom was inhabited once more.
A heavy duty vibrator filled Fyr's pussy, the potent buzzing as the dragoness' own hands thrust it urgently in and out of her almost as loud as her gurgling moans of elation. Her muzzle was unoccupied, but wide open with its tongue lolling out. She watched, wide eyed and whimpering in anticipation, as her lover fucked her breasts. The scaled mounds were glistening with lube, and Ropes' cock flew between them with loud, wet slurps as he pressed Fyr's breasts together to form a makeshift passageway that was oh so smooth, slick, and fuckable. Her muzzle was open for one reason and one reason only. Shameless hunger, the need to catch every drop of the orgasm her breasts were soon to provoke from her lover's straining cock. She could feel the puma's pussy juices drooling down onto her stomach as he humped her, and she could feel her own cock dripping and spurting pre-cum like a fountain once more as her pussy was driven wild by the toy which the puma had stuffed in there before getting to work. It was all so intense. All so overwhelming. And yet, it wasn't enough. As far as Ropes was concerned, nothing could ever be *enough*. He drove her crazy... and yet the more he satisfied and stimulated her, the more his shameless need for both hers and indeed his own selfish pleasure made her blood boil with ever more frantic desire.
One day... one day, maybe, they'd cease being so wild with one another. One day maybe they'd control their feelings, their urges, or at least find themselves *wanting* to.
But not today.
Today was just another day in the life of these two herms. Obsessed not with sex, but very specifically obsessed with sex **together**. Sex to be shared between them, and them alone. The only other person they had ever known who could keep up, who was worthy, who *deserved* a lover as passionate in their abundance as each of them.
They howled. They roared. They screamed. And while they spoke countless lewd and passionate words to one another, two single words stood at the core of every new act and every new orgasm to crash over them.
**12:01pm**
"Don't stop, Fyr!"
**1:40pm**
"Ropes! D-don't stop!"
**4:35pm**
"Don't stop!"
**6:04pm**
"Please... o-oh please... don't... don't stop..."
**11:20pm**
Lying beneath the covers of their bed, lying on their sides and facing one another, the two lovers trembled with breathless fatigue as the last trickles of their shared orgasm dribbled from their cocks to the bedding below, and their fingers, dripping wet, retreated from their achingly over-stimulated pussies.
"We should stop..."
Fyr whimpered almost mournfully, shuddering in relief when Ropes gave a weary nod.
"Yeah. Sleep. S-so... we can get up early tomorrow. Get it out of our system nice and early, so we can... a-ah... get on with our day."
They caught one another's eyes, and smirked, knowing what a lie that was no matter how desperately they tried to believe it.
That could have been it though, for the time being at least. Nothing more needed to be said. They shuffled closer, not caring about the stickiness of the sheets or of one another as they curled up in one another's arms. It would have been so easy to sleep. To rest. To recuperate, just like they knew their bodies so desperately needed after the events of the day. The *whole* day, with barely a break to be found amidst those hours upon hours of frantic, varied sexual congress.
Except...
"A-ah... Ropes... c'mon..."
Fyr whimpered as she felt her lover's hands encircling her in a warm embrace, but soon sinking lower, and lower, first grasping at her ass, then caressing the soft and tender scales perilously close to where her swollen pussy lay hidden, tucked away behind her well worked and suitably drained balls.
The puma growled, but chuckled softly.
"Sorry. You're right."
He withdrew his hands. But the damage was already done, and before long the feline felt tender lips pecking at his own. He heard a deep, rumbling moan of a growl from his lover, and heard those two sweet words alongside a few more as her hands fell upon his, and began to guide them back to where they had been.
"G-goddammit... don't stop. Just... oh... oh god, just one more. Please."
By Jeeves
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Krystal's Arwitrin Ad by LouisEugenioJR | A script I wrote featuring Krystal in a commercial for "Arwitrin", which is an antifungal treatment I made up that would exist in the "Star Fox" universe. If anyone has the artistic talent to draw a comic based on the script, please let me know. Krystal (c) Nintendo - **(The ad starts with Krystal | [
"Ad",
"Antifungal",
"Athlete's",
"Commercial",
"Foot",
"Fungus",
"Krystal",
"Treatment",
"itch",
"script",
"spray"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149175-krystal-s-arwitrin-ad | **(The ad starts with Krystal standing on a hardwood floor. We cut to a closeup of her feet, where a group of fungi with pickaxes approach them.)**
Fungus: Listen up; we've got a pair of feet to infect, so let's get to work!
**(The fungi move toward Krystal's feet and use their pickaxes to make the spaces between her toes red and itchy. We cut back to Krystal, who feels an itching and burning sensation.)**
Krystal: Ugh, I have athlete's foot!
**(She scratches at her feet like crazy. Cutting back to the fungi, they are still using their pickaxes to infect the spaces between her toes.)**
Narrator: Is athlete's foot grinding your feet?
**(We cut to a bottle of Arwitrin brand foot spray.)**
Narrator: Eliminate it with Arwitrin!
**(The product slides in next to Krystal's feet.)**
Krystal: Arwitrin, huh? I'll give it a go.
**(She opens the product and sprays her feet with it.)**
Narrator: Arwitrin is the only foot spray clinically proven to soothe the itching and burning of athlete's foot in 3 minutes.
**(Cutting back to the closeup of her feet, the fungi all die off from the spray.)**
Narrator: Plus, Arwitrin can cure athlete's foot in 7 days!
**(We cut to Krystal, who is happy to get some relief.)**
Krystal: Wow, my feet are cured. I should use this more often.
**(We cut to a shot of Krystal's feet as she puts the product between them.)**
Narrator: Arwitrin, the ultimate cure for athlete's foot. |
Tin drum by shapadapapda | #1 of Stories I went through my albums and found an old psychedelic rock album. One of the songs has been playing on my head and I decided to write a story about it. This is my first time writing a story in a looooooong time so the text is probably full of mistakes but I hope you enjoy anyway. - | [
"Death",
"Depression",
"Female",
"Fox",
"No-Yiff",
"Short Story",
"Suicide"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152853-tin-drum | **Tin drum**
What is good life? How does one define good deeds? Are there such things as good and evil or is it just a matter of how we see things personally and how our society defines those things? Do we even think about the world independently? After all we are social animals. Our thoughts are heavily influenced by those around us, the media, how we are raised and of course how we are expected to see things. So can one say our minds are truly free, independent? Do we even have thoughts at all or are our mind just a function, an algorithm that our central nervous system produces? Are we real at all? If something is real it must have a mass and volume. But our nerve cells form an endless amount of different connections between each other. So does that mean that in theory our minds are touching the edge of reality? Do we have something special in everyone of us? Or maybe we are not so fancy as we think. The more advanced the form of life, the more stupid it is. We think we are so high and mighty but we cannot see that, in fact, we are destroying ourselves. They are saying we live in the most advanced, peaceful and moderate times in the history of the world. Are we really? Take a look at the world. Every day is a fucking chaos. We are closing to our own doom every day. The worst thing is that we don't even see it because we are being blunted by our own societies. We are fucking dying on the streets silently. Soon, it will be too late to turn the tiles but still we're not doing anything and when it is too late we still won't do anything. The we will just start blaming each other. We rape ourselves over and over again and then wonder why we cry. Fuck this motherfucking fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Mary couldn't control her mind as she walked on the not so crowded side walk. She had to stop several times to pull herself together. It was early afternoon so people were still busy at work. Only a handful of people had passed her on the street and they gave her a rather concerned look. Mary is a red fox. Her body is quite slim but she is still surprisingly strong. Her long dark brown hair flows against her upper back like cold spring stream where you can wash your face to wake up in winter mornings. She was wearing a light dress with flowers on it and on her right hand she had a white plastic bag.
Mary held her eyes closed. ''I promised myself I'd do this without a hassle. I promised I wouldn't cry.'' But the tears just kept on comin. She stopped in front of a single door, dug a set of keys from her pockets and showed one of the keys to the lock. With a faint rustle the door opened and she entered a dark hall. Layers and layers of dust had gathered on the floors and the colours of the wall were fainted over the years. It was not a surprise because not a single soul had stepped through that door in six years. The brown doormat was nearly recognizable under the dust. The shoe rack that was standing in the corner was empty. Faint rays penetrated through the drapes and made the small dust particles visible to naked eye. The whole place was off-putting and made you want to just turn around and never come back. It was not the place that was horrible but the memories of the place that surged through Marys head what made her want to leave. But she wouldn't do that. ''I've made my mind'' she thought.
The kitchen was as she recalled it to be, a small oak table with four chestnut coloured chairs. White stove, sink, cupboards, the whole deal. Mary walked to the living room. There were pictures of other foxes hanging on the wall. Mary went closer to the framed photos. One of the photos smiled gently back at her from a dark blue background. You could tell that the fox on the photo was an empathetic and loving being. She was Mary's mother. ''I'm sorry about all you had to go through'' Mary said. ''I'm glad you're not around anymore to see what the world has become. I'm glad that you don't have to see this.'' Mary walked to the next picture. The fox on the photo looked gloomy, tired and his eyes had a certain depth to them. Like he was looking straight to your soul. His fur was more dark than Mary's or her mother's. ''Jimmy'' she Mary said. ''I hope that you'll become something big. You will, I know it. You've always had a fire inside of you.'' Mary went to the last photo. It was another male fox. His fur had a brown shade. ''John. Please take care of Jimmy and Nancy. They are more precious than you than imagine.''
She left the living room and made her way to her old room. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a small room. Yellow walls, a reading desk, a bed and two windows. Mary put down her bag, took a deep breath, and took a gasoline can out of it. She opened it and started to pour the liquid all over the walls and floor. She walked out of the room and continued to pour the gas to the floor. She made sure that she had poured the liquid all over the apartment and made her way to the living room.
''It's just like I thought it would be'' Mary though to herself. She was no longer crying and her breath had calmed down. There was no fear. There was no pain. She felt light and calm. There were no thoughts in her head. No ties to this world, no restrictions. The first time on her life, she felt completely free. She felt completely free when there was nothing on her life anymore. An old saying popped into her mind. ''When you lose everything in life, freedom is the only thing you've left with.'' She took a box of matches from her pocket. ''I've had enough.'' She took out a match and held it in her hands. ''It is time for me to walk away.'' Mary lighted the match and threw it on the floor. ''You can't restrain me.'' The whole house became a storm of fire.
''I am free.'' |
Order of the Black Foot, Chapter 8: Scouting the Borders by draconicon | #12 of Order of the Black Foot Looks like FA: TeryxC decided to go and get himself into trouble. Scouting a camp shouldn't have been this hard... If you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at [email protected] . I make my living by writing these stories, and every little | [
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The orders had been clear enough. Investigate the Theocracy base on the southern border, search for any sensitive documents or plans, and then report back. Teryx had thought that it would be a pretty simple assignment, and had signed on without thinking about back-up or anything of the sort. After all, the base was off of the beaten track, with only a small village about half a day's journey away. There shouldn't have been anything to worry about.
Yet, there it was.
The rain dragon hissed under his breath as he kept to cover, leaning behind one of the desert rocks as he looked down the cliff. White tents blended into the sand surprisingly well, particularly during the day. It left it looking more dazzling than it actually was, and he had to squint to get a good look at the men walking about.
*At least two hundred paladins,* he thought as he watched them, shaking his head. *That's two full battalions of them down there. Do they know something?*
The Church's forces must have some suspicions, at least. The paladins were the biggest force, but he could make out at least twice their number in unarmored soldiers, probably either forced conscripts or mercenaries from somewhere else. People that knew the desert, probably, someone to start combing through it to find their targets.
It wasn't a good sight.
Shaking his head again, Teryx reached down, pressing a hand to his chest and the footprint mark there. By now, it was easy to reach out to Draconicon, and he made contact in less than a second.
\_Sir, this place is crawling with paladins.
How bad?
200, at least. And...\_
Teryx looked around the rock again, shaking his head.
\_And it looks like they're preparing for more. There's at least a thousand tents down there.
Hmm...
Anything that they might be looking for down here, sir?
The most I can think of is one of the southern camps, but that's much further off. Maybe it's a late attempt to find our ice mage, but still, that'd be very late...\_
That's what he'd been thinking as well, but it still didn't make sense. Perhaps Draconicon wasn't telling him everything - and heavens knew, the black dragon kept things close to his chest - but as far as he knew, there was no reason for this many paladins to be down in the south. There had to be something else going on.
\_Do you want me to withdraw?
...No, but keep on your toes. Even with help, you're not getting out of that unscathed if you get spotted.
Yeah...yeah, I can see that.
Good luck. I'll check in with you in a few minutes.\_
The connection faded, and Teryx took his hand from his chest. With the other dragon's mind fading from his, he was left with the usual feeling of emptiness...Well, almost emptiness.
Hatred burned in the back of his head, a fire that had been coming more and more often when he got in contact with the leader of the Order. Draconicon said that it was 'someone he used to know,' but that didn't mean anything to the rain dragon. Whatever it was, it was trying to take over. It had done so once, and made him rape a paladin that he'd only meant to question. If it did get in him again...
Well, he didn't want to think about it.
He forced the heat in the back of his mind away, suppressing it with as many calming thoughts as he could before reaching for his magic. The cool feeling of it helped even more, and he reached down, gathering moisture at his fingers, and set to work.
\#
Tunneling beneath the camp had ended up being easier than he'd expected, particularly as the sand had continued to be rather loose and easy to work with. Water and sand to make mud, opening and shaping it to make a collapsing tunnel behind him was perfect for infiltration. It would have been horrible for trying to tunnel into something, particularly if he ever ran into rock, but for sneaking, he couldn't have asked for anything better.
Teryx came up under one of the tents, and he paused just beneath the layer of sand, feeling for vibrations or anything else that might give away the presence of someone above him. Hearing nothing, he pushed up.
A rug blocked him, and he slowly rolled it to the side. Nobody around, just a cot, a desk, and a couple of chests off to the side.
*Perfect. I'm in.*
He pulled himself out of the hole, packing the mud so that it would stay open behind him before turning to the desk. The dragon started pushing the papers around, looking for anything that seemed important. A few maps, a couple with drawn question marks and paths on them. Probably looking for something, but there were no hints as to what, just wheres. He marked them down in his head, intending to ask Draconicon if any of them were important before moving on to the others.
Not much in the way of communications. A couple of letters from the central part of the Theocracy, but beyond that, there was little to explain what was going on here. Maybe a letter from home, which meant nothing, and -
A seal at the bottom of one piece of paper caught his attention. The sunburst was the usual seal for the Church, but whenever it came from somewhere higher up, the sunburst was gilded with silver rather than just made with ink. He slowly dragged it out, and his heart fell at the first line.
\_Inquisitor Atam,
You are tasked with rooting out the mage presence in the southern end of the Theocracy. You may use whatever means you deem necessary to ensure that the heathens are destroyed before they can use their powers to wreak havoc upon the faithful. Ensure that there are no survivors.
Included are a number of potential locations of mage strongholds, as well as places for subsequent fortifications. Ensure that they are staffed. Your initial force will be reinforced by the end of the month with four hundred paladins and twice their number in conscripts.\_
Walk in the light.
\-Hierarch Vend
That was not what he wanted to see. Not what he wanted to see, at all. Teryx put the letter back, his arms shaking.
*An Inquisitor...* He remembered seeing one when he was with Havok before, seeing how fast and powerful they were. They were not weak individuals, and they had a level of power beyond the typical paladin.
If there was one here, he could easily end up dead.
The hole out of the camp called his name, but he knew that Draconicon would be getting in touch again soon. He needed to be ready to answer, and he couldn't do that while he was working his magic and sealing the hole. It wouldn't be long, he could wait...he hoped.
Nevertheless, he slipped under the desk, pushing himself into the darker part of the tent as he waited. He curled his legs up to his chest under his robes, and was just getting situated when he felt the tingle of contact. Immediately, he pressed his hand to his chest and the mark, again.
\_I'm here.
What did you find?
Bad things. Very bad. There's an Inquisitor here, and he's looking to be reinforced by another four hundred paladins in a few days. We're going to have a serious problem if we don't do something to dislodge them; he's under orders to fortify and then root out all mages that he finds.\_
What was the name?
Atam.
One of the stronger ones. Not good.
No. Get me out of here.
I will. Get back in your tunnel and get out of there. I'll get you in a -
"Well, well."
Teryx opened his eyes again, and froze in place. Standing in the opening of the tent was a bull, and a big one, at that. He had the armor of a paladin, but more importantly, he had the white cape of an Inquisitor, marked with the silver sunburst on the side.
*I'm spotted.*
Teryx leaped forward, going for the hole, but the bull was blindingly fast. A hoof lashed out, kicking him in the side and into the pile of chests on the far wall. He groaned, trying to pull himself up, but a fist came down into his face...and everything went black.
"Wake up, mage."
A slap to the cheek finished what the voice started, and Teryx gasped as he opened his eyes. He shook his head rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness, trying to figure out where he was, but it was rather difficult when he had a bull staring him in the face.
The Inquisitor, he remembered, and his heart started racing.
"How...where am I?"
"You're in the middle of a prison, mage. A prison that I don't expect you will be escaping from anytime soon."
*Draconicon? Draconicon, I could really use some help here.*
What was usually an instant connection was little more than fuzz in his head. Teryx closed his eyes, shaking his head a few times and tried again.
*Draconicon...please, tell me that you can hear me...*
"If you're trying to use your magic, mage, I should tell you that it won't work. Not down here."
"...Why?"
"Look around you."
Doing so, the rain dragon realized that he'd been taken from the tents to somewhere completely different. It must have been somewhere underground, with all the stone soaring over him, and the metal bars all around it. It was just one of a hundred different cells, all of them spaced out like animal cages, and all of them shimmering in some strange way.
He hadn't been using magic, but as he reached out to his inner pool of it, it just...wasn't there. The dragon's breath caught in his throat, and he reached for it again, and again. Every time, he could just make out the edge of his power, the magic that he'd had for so long, but every time he tried to touch it, it just slipped away from him.
"What is this?! What have you done?!"
"This is the newest blessing from the Shining One. A simple prison, but one that none of you mages will be able to escape. You see these bars?"
The bull rapped a finger against one of them, the sound of armored gauntlet meeting metal echoing through the underground chamber.
"This is blessed by the Shining One and his priests. Instead of blocking magic from the outside, it suppresses the magic on the inside. You can't touch it, use it, or push it past you. Anything you have is gone; you won't be able to do a damn thing to us."
"..."
Not good. About as not good as it ever would be. All of the protection of being in the Order seemed to be a hundred miles away now, so far from him that it may as well have not existed in the slightest. He tried to stand up, only to hear the rattle of chains keeping him down. He glanced towards them -
And blushed even worse. His robes had been taken, leaving him completely naked. His wrists and ankles were chained up, with a sunburst symbol on the manacles and with chains short enough that he could barely sit up, let alone stand up.
The bull walked over to him, kneeling down until they were face to face. An armored finger reached out, tracing the boundaries of the black foot mark on his chest.
"Strange to see something like this on someone, but I suppose that it's to be expected. That damn leader of yours marking his property. I imagine that it comes naturally to you mages. Branding everything that belongs to you."
"..."
Silence. Silence was his friend here. They didn't know what it meant, or at least, he really hoped that they didn't. The mark's power was one of the only things that gave them an advantage over the paladins proper. If he could keep it secret...
The bull traced it a few more times before pulling his hand back.
"Tomorrow, you'll be taken for treatment."
"Treatment?"
"Heh. Yes. We've been trying to get our hands on one of your Order for a long time. The things that you can tell us will likely go a long way towards ending this war in our favor, after all."
"Do you seriously think that you can make me tell you anything?"
"Oh, I don't know about making you...but there are ways of breaking any mind. All it takes is the right amount of time, the right settings, the right humiliation...and the right techniques. Soon enough, if all goes well, you'll be begging to tell us everything about your little group."
"...You're bluffing."
"The Church has spent an inordinate amount of money towards setting up this base."
"Why? Just to root out a few mages?"
"Heh...so you did read the messages."
The bull patted him on the cheek, and Teryx felt a sudden chill.
"You...this was a trap. You set something up so big that we'd have to investigate -"
"So we could grab one of you when you came. Yes. Heh. And you fulfilled that part admirably, little dragon."
The bull patted his cheek again, slowly turning around and walking towards the cell door. The Inquisitor stopped, turning around as he held the door open.
"I would get some sleep, mage. I want to make sure that you're at your best when we start the pre-breaking entertainments..."
The Inquisitor chuckled as he walked out, leaving Teryx alone in the cell. The rain dragon shivered as he realized just how cut off from everything he was. Sure, Draconicon would know that something had gone wrong; there had been the last moment contact before he'd been knocked unconscious, and the leader of the Order had to know precisely where he'd been.
But then again, was he even where the camp had been set up? Was this prison somewhere else? Where could he have been taken? Would Draconicon risk the whole Order and their plans to rescue someone like him?
He honestly didn't know, and it terrified him.
Teryx curled up in a ball, hiding what he could of his privates as he leaned forward. His hands pressed to the mark, and he strained to feel something, anything. There had to be some sort of magic left that he could use. If he could get just one message out, then -
*Hello, Teryx...*
The hissing sound of fire surrounded that voice, and he recoiled from it. That had to be the someone, the thing that Draconicon warned him about. He wasn't going to start talking to her. Not now, not ever.
But...
No, no, no. He wasn't going to take that risk, he wasn't going to get himself in that sort of trouble. Whatever that thing was, it was evil, and it was going to cause him more trouble than it solved. He would find another way. He had to.
Hours passed, though he wasn't sure how many. The rain dragon slept through a good number of them, his head drooping over his knees. It was a better way of spending his time than staying awake, particularly when the fire from the connection didn't fade as fast as it used to.
However, he was woken up abruptly with a splash of water, shaking him from his sleep and leaving him gasping again.
Laughter greeted him, and it didn't take long to find the source of it. Four different paladins looked down at him from outside the cage, one of them holding a collar attached to a metal chain, while two more held swords and the last held a bucket. Two were wolves, while the other two were a rabbit and a stag respectively. The rabbit held up the collar.
"Put it on, and then we open the door."
"Why?"
They glared at him, and he was reminded of the fact that he had no magic to fight them. All he could do was follow orders, if he didn't want to get hurt. The rabbit passed the collar through the bars, and Teryx slowly pulled it on.
It burned at his neck for a moment, and he groaned as his magic felt further away than ever, sealed past something that he couldn't reach through. If it was just gone, it might have almost been a mercy; as it was, he knew it was there, but was impossible to touch.
The other paladins opened the cell door and quickly undid his restraints, forcing him to his feet. One wolf squeezed at his ass, and he blushed as he realized that there were other humiliations to come before the 'breaking' that the Inquisitor had mentioned.
Pulling on the leash, the rabbit dragged him, naked, out of the cell. The rain dragon had no choice but to walk along, his arms pinned behind his back as he was pulled forward, and his body on complete display. Other paladins walked around them, and he groaned as every single one of them seemed to take pleasure in the fact that he was being marched naked through their little prison.
He was led past a line of cells to a standing piece of metal, laid out like an x. He was shoved face-first into it, feeling a hole under where his crotch was, and felt everything get pressed through that, his cock and balls hanging down there, while his hands and legs were tied down to the different parts of the metal x.
One of the paladins stepped off to the side, and he heard the creak, creak, creak of a gear being turned. The x rotated until he was leaning forward more, almost at a forty-five degree angle, leaving him facing the ground but his back facing towards the ceiling.
"Heh, never thought that a mage would have an ass that fine."
*Oh no.*
"Yeah. Think those heathens use this one as a whore?"
*They're not...seriously...*
"He's marked as property already. I wouldn't be surprised."
"Well, the Inquisitor said that we could use him as we saw fit. Let's see if he can take it as well as it looks like he can."
Teryx's eyes went wide as he realized just how much trouble he was in. He squirmed, but the restraints held him still as one of the wolves walked up to him. He could tell it was a wolf immediately; neither of the others would have had something shaped like that. Rough fingers pulled his ass cheeks apart, and he groaned as he felt something spitting onto his hole, leaving it damp.
The tip of the wolf's cock ground against him, working that glob into his pucker, and he shivered, trying again to reach out -
*Teeeeryx...*
The burning hate was there, and he almost grabbed for it, but stopped himself at the last moment. No, no. He couldn't release that. Not here, not now. He had no magic, and it would only burn hotter as he was -
"AGH!"
He screamed as he was suddenly penetrated, his ass spread open wide around the wolf's thick cock. The paladin didn't bother going slow, ramming in to the hilt on the first thrust and going faster with each subsequent thrust. The rain dragon groaned, his head pressed down against the frame with pressure from behind, and he was helpless to do anything but take it. Take it hard.
The other paladins laughed, and he shuddered as he heard the wet smacks of hands on flesh all around him. They were getting ready for their turns, and it wouldn't be long before they had their hands on him, as well.
As the wolf hammered into him, Teryx shuddered again and again, feeling like his body was getting filled to the brim with every thrust. He gasped and shuddered, feeling that thick bit of flesh opening him up, knowing he was being stared at, feeling every eye on his ass and -
"Heh, look at that. I think his cock is starting to twitch."
*No, no, don't do that now!*
He shook his head rapidly as one of the paladins - the rabbit, he thought - walked around to the front of the frame. The church knight slapped his cock, making it wobble and making him wince, but it still -
"Oh, he's hard alright. He's liking this..."
"Trust one of these mages to actually enjoy punishment."
"Hmmm, I wonder, is he the only one that likes it? Perhaps that's why he's just property."
"Heh, we should ask."
The wolf grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling his head back.
"Tell us, mage-whore. Do all of your kind like it up the ass?"
Teryx whimpered, shaking his head, trying not to speak. He tried to ignore his growing erection, but it was so difficult when the rabbit kept smacking it around, making it bounce off of the metal that held him down.
The wolf shook his head.
"Heh, let's just assume they all love it..."
The paladin pulled out of him, though, and he shivered as he felt his ass hanging open. He didn't end up shivering for long, though. One of the others walked up, and rammed in, giving him a hell of a filling. That had to be the stag, had to be...
"Brace yourself, mage."
*Two hours later...*
One thing that he could give them credit for was stamina, though he wished he couldn't. They never came in him. Whether it was an oath or part of the humiliation, they never came. All they did was make him cum. Over, and over, and over again, forcing him to blow his load over the cavern floor, make him show his 'appreciation' for paladin cocks. He screamed, he shouted, he begged them to stop, but they never did. They just kept fucking him.
When the Inquisitor finally came, the bull only chuckled, undoing him from the straps.
"Almost asleep, I see...The treatment won't affect you so well, like this. Tomorrow, perhaps."
He was tossed back in his cell, manacled so that his ass was pressed against the sides of the cell. Teryx knew that others would use him...but he had to hold on. Just for a while...just for a bit longer...
Even as that hateful voice offered him a rescue, he had to hold back....
The End |
Please Don't Feed the Animals by awesomeos | #4 of Short Stories I got a YCH from Staple on FA and I decided I'd write a story based on it. I hope you enjoy it! Go give Staple some love at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/staple/ - It seemed like a perfectly normal activity for someone to do, but Izaiah couldn't get his mind off the sneaking | [
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This wasn't the first time either, some of the zookeepers even recognized him by this point. He just loved watching the animals... well, not just any animals, he would be lying if he said he didn't spend most of his time around the crocodile pit. Something about the crocodile that resided in the enclosure fascinated him. Most of the time, he visited during or after 12pm, right around lunchtime for the crocodile. This was not by chance either. Izaiah Reveled in watching the croc feed on the variety of foods given to it. From frozen fish to thick slices of raw beef or pork, Izaiah watched in awe and curiosity as the crocodile swallowed it all down, mostly without chewing.
During recent visits, the crocodile would tend to spend more time around the edge of the enclosure, closest to Izaiah. This began to happen increasingly often after the crocodile had finished a meal. It would float along towards Izaiah, just his head peaking out from the clear water until it reached the wall next to Izaiah. The crocodile seemed to know what he wanted to see, turning over to show its bulging scaled belly, letting Izaiah wonder silently about the trapped morsels within. He couldn't help but begin to wonder what it would feel like to be under those scales, trapped within the slick, fleshy confines of the large crocodile. He thought about if the crocodile would bite him or swallow him whole if it got the chance. Surely it would tear him apart. The crocodile wouldn't do anything that made it uncomfortable. That's what brought Izaiah back to reality, the teeth and the biting strength. Just as he could vividly imagine himself curled up inside the stomach of the croc, he could just as easily see himself rended in two or three by the powerful jaws of the massive beast below. It gave him shivers.
Every time, he would visit and watch the crocodile eat and digest its meal, the thought of teeth stabbing into him itching at the back of his mind, keeping him from embracing his curiosity. That was until one day, apparently on the crocodile's birthday, when an entire pig was laid out on the feeding grounds. People gathered around to watch the crocodile eat, but it never did. It circled it a few times, nosing at it, before walking away and spending time under a tree. Everyone left, obviously disappointed that the crocodile wouldn't tear into the pig. Izaiah stayed to watch the croc, curious as to why it wouldn't eat. It was definitely hungry. Every other day, it ate anything that landed in front of it with ravenous precision and speed, but today was different.
Izaiah looked around the enclosure, noticing that nearly everyone had left, save for one or two people who had stumbled onto the enclosure as they passed by. Soon enough, they left as well, leaving only Izaiah and the crocodile around. That was when the crocodile stood up and walked over to the pig. It aimed the pig so that it's entire body could be seen from Izaiah's position. It then grabbed the feet with its jaws and pulled it in. Izaiah expected to hear a snap of bones as the croc chomped down, but the sound never came. Soon enough, half of the pig was within the crocodile's mouth, the throat swelling slightly as it swallowed for the first time. Izaiah watched with fascination as the crocodiles tongue slipped out of its mouth, wrapping around one of the shoulders of the pig and pulling it in. It was eating the damned thing whole. Izaiah couldn't believe his eyes, the pig was nearly the size of him, and the croc was swallowing it with ease. The itch that the croc would snap him in two vanished as did the pig, which swelled the throat and stomach of the crocodile as it closed its mouth around the pig's front feet.
With a splash, the crocodile swam his way over to the wall, as per the regular ritual. Izaiah stood, slack-jawed as the croc rolled over, showing of the massive swell in it's belly. Izaiah looked at the crocodile's face, trying to understand how it managed to swallow the massive pig whole. The croc stared back, almost grinning in a smug fashion, before running the massive wet tongue along it's teeth. Izaiah had a perfect view of the crocodiles gaping maw and seemingly endless gullet. The soft pink tongue lolled out lazily as the beast gave Izaiah a view into it. It was almost like it wanted Izaiah to be captivated.
Izaiah could not sleep for the life of him that night. He tossed and turned as he relived the events of the past day over and over in his head. He needed to see what it was like.
The next day, he arrived early in the day, right when the zoo opened. He walked quickly towards the crocodile enclosure, hoping that his early visit would reward him with an empty viewing area. Most of the zookeepers and security had not even had a chance to enter this part of the zoo yet. They were still making their rounds and getting everything ready for the day. Izaiah arrived at the enclosure, just as he hoped, alone. The crocodile noticed him arrive, almost as if it had been waiting for him. It swam over silently, the water making subtle waves as the massive body of the creature waded through it. The crocodile made it to the edge of the wall like usual, before rolling onto its back. The croc's belly wasn't as round today. It had not eaten. Izaiah hoped that would be the case. He looked at the crocodile, seeing a claw come up from out of the water. The claw motioned to come closer. Izaiah couldn't believe his eyes. The croc seemed to know what he was here for.
"Come on in, I don't bite."
Izaiah's eyes widened. The crocodile had just talked to him. He gulped as the full extent of the request was processed in his mind. Was he really going to go through with this?
"I've seen you watching me for a long time. I know what you're thinking about, you know. You're right there for every feeding show and long afterwards... always staring at me. You seem rather curious of my inner workings, are you not?"
Izaiah nodded his head, barely able to utter a word. He pushed what he wanted to say out against the immense pressure of mental barriers. "Y-yes. I-I think about you a l-lot."
"Hmmm," the croc mused, "And what might you be thinking about that causes you to come watch me eat everyday. Might it be the way I *swallow everything whole* or *lick my lips after I finish*? Maybe it's the thought of my *gaping jaws* or *bulging belly*. Or maybe it's the thought of what it would feel like to *slide\_down my gullet and fill that space, \_become\_the reason for my \_distended* stomach."
Izaiah was taken aback. The crocodile had his thoughts down to a tee. "H-how do you know those things?"
The crocodile smile knowingly. "You're not the first to gain such an interest. I've met others like you. All of them found out what it feels like to slide down my gullet," the croc patted his stomach, "and they all ended up here in the end. Wouldn't you like to as well?"
Izaiah felt his heartbeat quicken. He nodded his head vigorously, desire overcoming his initial fear.
As if in slow motion, he watched his shirt flow over his head and his belt buckle unlatch. He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants, tossing them into the enclosure, leaving nothing behind. His body jump the guard rail while the back of his mind tried desperately to stop himself from jumping into a crocodile pit. Izaiah slid down the side of the wall and into the water. His mind gave in, knowing it had just lost the battle.
The crocodile stood up on it's hind legs, towering out of the water, easily 6 or 7 feet above him. Izaiah looked up at the massive reptile who looked back at him hungrily.
"You're going to fit just fine," the croc said, pulling Izaiah close against his stomach, almost sizing him up.
Izaiah looked at the large midsection, realising that he would be on the other side of those scales soon enough.
"I can't wait to see how you taste."
Izaiah gulped, a mixture of fear and excitement pulsing through his body. This was really happening.
The crocodile opened his jaws wide, giving Izaiah a close up view of his maw. He had never seen the crocodiles mouth with such clarity. Hot, wet air escaped the jaws of the croc as it exhaled. Izaiah wanted to jump in right then and there.
"I'm going to enjoy you." The croc said, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth to slather against Izaiah's fur. The crocodile licked up and down, leaving trails of slick saliva as he went, rumbling in satisfaction at the Sergal's taste.
"Mmm, you taste delicious. I think it's time we got a little closer." The crocodile said, smiling and licking his lips. He grabbed Izaiah by the midsection and pulled him out of the water, positioning him above his maw, which gaped wide in anticipation of the imminent meal. Izaiah felt the now familiar sensation of wet warm air under him. He grabbed his tail, pulling it up between his legs. Fear had begun to seep into his form as he stared down the rippling abyss of the croc's throat.
"I-I don't know about this anymore." Izaiah objected.
The crock chuckled. "Don't worry, you don't have a say in that matter anymore."
The warm tongue first made contact with Izaiah's feet, licking and tasting before he was lowered in farther. The croc rumbled as Izaiah's legs were engulfed, the jaws closing around them gently, so as not to cut through with sharp teeth. The crocodile suckled at the legs, leaving most of Izaiah's body out in the brisk morning air. It was a bizarre feeling having his legs inside the warm confines of the crocodile's mouth, gently being sucked on. The croc seemed to be enjoying himself, drooling slightly as he tasted his catch. Izaiah felt himself become slightly giddy at the thought of being good tasting to the large predator.
Then, suddenly, Izaiah was pulled in up to his torso, the crocodile sucking him in like a noodle. A wet slurping sound emanated from the croc's lips as the tongue slid along Izaiah's body, covering every square inch of it.
Izaiah belonged to the Crocodile now. There was no denying that. He could feel his feet beginning to be engulfed by the esophageal muscles.
Another wet slurp, and another foot farther into the croc's eager gullet. The crocodile went back on all fours, letting the top third of Izaiah hang out of his mouth. Izaiah grabbed the roof of the croc's snout for support as he was left hanging. The crocodile opened it's mouth once again, lifting his head up and letting his throat relax. Gravity did the rest of the work, letting Izaiah slide into the fleshy tube. He turned his body over, grabbing onto the bottom jaw of the crocodile, pulling himself up with his arms until just the bottom of his legs were in the relaxed throat, before the croc took hold of the legs with his throat muscles. The swallowing force was immense, pulling Izaiah back to where he had been in one gulp. Izaiah grabbed at the jawline, slipping off as the tongue had slathered saliva on his hands.
The croc leveled his head out one last time, letting Izaiah lay limply on his tongue as his midsection was tasted. The tongue tip pf the croc curled up and lapped at Izaiah's face as he lay there, trying to get a response from his exhausted prey. Izaiah looked out at the enclosure one last time, his view framed by the teeth of the predator that surrounded him. Then, the head tipped back up, letting Izaiah have one last glimpse of the sun before the jaws closed slowly around him. Gravity once again became his enemy, relentlessly pulling him down the crocodile's throat. He gripped onto the tongue, trying to find purchase on anything he could. The spongy tongue provided no support, and just succeeded in giving the croc an extra taste before he sent Izaiah plunging down his gullet towards his belly.
GLOMP! The sound echoed around Izaiah, a squishy wet slippery sound, but bassy and hard when the swallow grabbed onto him. All he could feel was flesh surrounding him, kneading into him with rippling undulations that slowly brought him towards the awaiting belly. This was his new home. The crocodile was now his entire world.
The croc enjoyed every second of the experience. He reveled in the feeling of the small sergal struggling in his mouth. It was fun letting him try to escape before swallowing him down. He rumbled with delight, still tasting the sergal on his tongue.
Izaiah felt his body stop moving through the crocodile. He must be in the stomach. There wasn't as much room as he imagined, but it fit him alight, albeit a little cramped. He felt around the walls of his chamber, pushing against them. The walls moved with him, absorbing every motion he made. The crocodile could be heard rumbling low as he was massaged from the inside.
The crocodile swam around its enclosure before submerging itself underwater. He liked to spend time at the bottom of his pool whenever he was working off a meal. This sergal was no exception, filling him quite nicely.
Soon, the struggling stopped and the sergal lay still from exhaustion. It was time for the crocodile's stomach to begin the long process of breaking down its food.
Like many before him, Izaiah was reduced to a gurgling soup of nutrients for the large crocodile. If the croc played his cards right, maybe Izaiah wouldn't be the last.
The crocodile let out a satisfied *BURP* as the last bit of air escaped the crocodile's belly. The air having a distinctive delightful sergaly taste to it.
THE END |
Cuckolds Honeymoon by hooves | Toby and his new bride meet a handsome Otter on their honeymoon... - Cuckold Honeymoon It had been a huge wedding, Toby and Delila had all their family around them. The feline and his vixen danced for hours, and after the reception they did not get home until almost two am. Exhausted the pair ended | [
"Cuckolding",
"Impregnation",
"M/F",
"Otter",
"Tabby cat",
"Vixen"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151021-cuckolds-honeymoon | Cuckold Honeymoon
It had been a huge wedding, Toby and Delila had all their family around them. The feline and his vixen danced for hours, and after the reception they did not get home until almost two am. Exhausted the pair ended up falling asleep minutes after they lay down. Early the next morning, they had to rush out of the house to go to the airport for their flight to Hawaii. However there were major weather issues on the west coast, and so the newly weds ended up being delayed out of San Francisco. Again, they did not get into their hotel room until well past midnight, and were so tired they could barely see straight. Toby and Delila ended up oversleeping the next morning, and had to rush out of the room to catch a half day booze/snorkel cruise their parents had pre-booked ahead of time. Which ment still no sex for the hard up tabby and his sexy vixen wife.
The cruise was infact amazing, and a whole lot of fun snorkeling along the reef. One of the crew on the boat, Geno a handsome Otter, was paying a lot of attention to Toby's sexy new wife. It was kind of fun for the feline to watch them flirt back and forth, and of course the more rum punch Delila had, the more flirty she became. As they were leaving the boat at the end of the day, Geno asked where we were staying. Toby told him the name of their hotel, and he decided to tell him that he was more than welcome to stop by and have a drink with them if he wanted. In point of fact the tabby didn't expect anything to come of that invitation, and so was stunned when Geno showed up about an hour later at the hotel lounge where the two of them were having drinks. The Otter sat at their table, and the three of them had a great time together. As it started to get dark, Toby told Geno that the view from our balcony at sunset was supposed to be amazing, and Geno said he would love to see it.
It probably looked a bit odd as the three of them all got up to leave... a young newly married couple, meeting a oily Otter at the bar, and then leaving with him. Honestly though, even as they walked to our room, Toby thought it was just an innocent fun kind of thing. But when Geno and Delila were sitting on the bed together, the Tabby got the idea that something more could be in store for them all.
Geno was talking about what it was like to work on the boat, and how some of the Zootopia females will just go around topless like it's no big deal. Toby decided to make a joke to his sexy vixen wife and so said. "I think you should pretend you are from Zootopia, honey." Delila was in just the right mood to agree to that, and Geno's eyes got so big as he saw Toby's wife take her bikini top off. It got very quiet really quick in their room, for a few minutes, the Otter just stared at Toby's wifes sexy breasts, until eventually his paw went up to touch one. Toby was shocked at his own reaction, sure he felt a little jealousy... but mostly he was turned on. Watching a younger, bigger male touch his new wife intimately was oddly exciting... Was it because he was allowing it... or was he allowing it because it was so erotically stimulating.
Delila moaned as that hot paw squeezed her tit, looking over at her new husband she asked Toby softly. "Is this ok?" And the horny confused feline assured her it was up to her, that all he wanted was her happy. Geno grinned as he heard that and reached up with his other paw to grasp her naked breast, and then he leaned in to start sucking on her erect nipples. Toby knew his wife's nipples are very sensitive, and in no time she was moaning softly. Her paws naturally started to rub Geno's sleek body, as the Otter kissed his way up Toby's wife's neck to her lips. While the orange tabby watched, his sexy wife make out with a sexy sea Otter, topless, in their hotel room, and on their honeymoon no less! Stunned that it was really happening, but at the same time intensely aroused by it.
Delila realized what was about to happen before her husband, and she broke away from kissing Geno telling him. "My husband and I have not even had sex yet, and it's our honeymoon." The sexy Otter just smiled lewdly, pushing her back down onto the bed. Even as he crawled atop her semi naked body, while working his own shorts off.
"Don't worry... your husbands not worried... he can have his turn after I'm done." Geno snickered gloatingly as he looked deep into Toby's eye's, reading the felines passivity in them. Even as his paws moved down to remove Toby's wife's bottoms, Delilah asked again if Toby was sure that he was alright with all of this. There was a certain jealousy burnin in him now... that he knew Geno was about to take his wife before him.
"Just... I want just to see you enjoy yourself Honey." The horny Tabby stammered weakly, as he watched the big sexy Otter strip his wife completely naked. It was like he wasn't even there... in an odd way, there was his new wife and the Otter embracing like old lovers. Geno's Otter cock was massive, compared to his own tiny feline organ and that filled the feline with burn humiliation. Even as Delilah was begging their guest to go slow at first, so she could get used to its enormous size. The grinning Otter slowly pushed about half of his dark cock into that sexy vixen, and she yelled out to Toby. "Oho... it's so BIG!" But once her body adjusted to it, she was in heaven wiggling and withering on it. Geno leered as he watched Toby tugging on his small feline fucker, the Otter was clearly aroused at the sight of the cats tiny fucker.
To see her lush white and red furry body wrapped around the Otter's strong dark one was amazingly arousing for the horny cat to see. Toby knew his wife could have an orgasm with him, if she worked at it hard enough, but with Geno it was just happening. Even before he'd gotten fully inside of her, Delilah was making those soft sounds of orgasm. Over and over again Delilah bucked and squealed in pleasure, as the big Otter slammed his fucker in and out of her roughly. Geno was doing more for Toby's new bride sexually... than the feline could ever hope to do for her. It both shamed and intensely excited the tabby to see, he stroked his stubble cock wildly as he watch it. Delilah could not stop moaning, every now and then she would look up at him and pant weakly. "Honey, I love you." And then go back to making love to the Otter, who was watching Toby sneeringly out of the corner of his eyes, even as he rutted his wife brutally hard.
And as it turned out the Otter had amazing stamina, he was like a rutting machine pounding into her. Toby was very impressed, and secretly wish he was half the male the masculine Otter was. After about forty five minutes of banging his lovely wife, Toby could tell Geno was just about at the point of no return. The tabby begged the Otter to pull out of his wife before he came, but the smirking Geno didn't listen to him. Moments later the gloating Otter arched his back and unloaded a huge load of cum deep inside the felines new bride. Geno consummated their marriage for the cat, and Toby couldn't have asked for anything more exciting. After a few more minutes of passionate kissing and fondling, the swaggering Otter climbed off the bed and told the feline he could have her now. A fever of lust and embarrassment flamed within the cuckolded cat, as he starred at his freshly fucked wife.
Delilah was laying on her back panting breathlessly, her legs still wide spread, with her sex gaping open wide and overflowing with Geno's thick potent cum. Toby crept forwards... the scent of cum and sex filling his senses, suddenly a strong paw grabbed his head and shoved his muzzle between her thighs. "Go on... eat it... you know you want to." Geno's voice rang in his ears, it just seemed natural for the feline to go down and start licking Delilah's burning hot sex. Making his sexy wife moan in delight as his rough tongue caressed her tingling sex, as he lapped another males cum out of her. The tabby was shocked, and couldn't believe how aroused he was to be tasting another males leavings on his wifes abused sex. As Geno slowly dressed, he encouraged Toby to get every drop he could, and the moved over to kiss Delilah one last time before leaving. She made him promise that he would stop by again for more honeymoon fun, and the smirking Otter assured her he would.
The rest of their honeymoon was wonderful, Geno stop by every night of their stay... to give the bride his very intimate \_ **'wedding present'** \_ as he called it. It was not as exciting as that first time, he basically bent Delilah over the bed and took her from behind. And yes, it was Toby's duty to clean up when he had finished, although the Otter was having Toby clean his cock off as well. Of course there wasn't time for a clean up that last day, but knowing another male's cum was inside his wife as they flew home was very exciting to think about. Even more so three weeks later, when they're family Doctor told them that Delilah was pregnant with their first kid...
FIN |
Viking Diplomacy by Pietus | #10 of Home Again Chapter Ten, goodness. I'd like to say that I thought the title for this chapter was pretty clever, if I do say so myself. I find it interesting how the nature of writing changes, I was talking to someone on here about our respective writing styles (He was very informative and | [
"Age Difference",
"Brothers",
"Character Development",
"Deer",
"M/M",
"Male",
"No-Yiff",
"Relationships",
"Story Progression",
"Teenager",
"Wolf",
"break up"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145219-viking-diplomacy | Six days. Nearly a week. That's how long Jake made it before Wendy came back into his life. In those six days, the young wolf did a lot of thinking. He thought about their relationship, and how it had ended, thought about all of it. When he was in the relationship, he wasn't unhappy; at least he hadn't thought he was at the time.
But now...now that he had the context of a Wendy-less life, he was just realising that he *hadn't\_been happy. Sure, he was a horny teenager with rampant hormones, so the sex was nice, but he got nothing from the old deer emotionally. It was now he realised that it was a fairly poisonous relationship, she had used him like a \_thing*, a sex object. And in all fairness, he had used her too. They treated each other like items, and that wasn't how a relationship was supposed to work. At least not any relationship Jake wanted to be a part of.
In those six days, Jake had hung out with his new wolf girlfriend twice. They had breakfast one morning, laughing and giggling at the back of a café with pancakes and coffee, and they went swimming in the river together (all very above-board, of course) on a particularly warm afternoon. They laughed together, talked about stuff, it felt right. There had been very little of that with Wendy, and now Jake could see why he needed to end it with her.
In those six days, he was surprised to find that he didn't miss her. He'd half-expected that after a day or two, he'd regret his decision and miss her terribly, but apparently not. It wasn't an issue. If anything he felt relieved that he could sleep a whole night in peace, not having to wake up and sneak over to her house.
But on day six, at around three in the afternoon, Wendy came back into his life like a tsunami. He was hanging around at home, lounging on the couch and watching TV by himself. His parents were out, and while Brady was technically home he was quiet and miserable. The older wolf had come back looking like death warmed over, shuffled into his old room and closed the door behind himself. Jake hadn't seen him in hours. When his phone buzzed in his jeans front pocket, the teenage wolf slid it out without even thinking. The anxiety came when he saw the name on the screen, his heart rate quickly picking up, as well as his breathing.
Over the course of their relationship, Wendy would occasionally send him a...*graphic* text message, describing what she would do when he got there later that night. Sometimes they even had pictures. Because of this, Jake had set his phone to *not* preview any messages received. So he knew Wendy had texted him, but not what it could be about. Swallowing back his trepidation, the wolf slid his thumb across the notification and opened it up.
*Jake, please don't ignore this. What we had was unique and special, and I'm not ready to let that relationship just die. Good things are worth fighting for, I truly believe that. I don't think you want to just throw it all away. Text me back.*
He stared at the message for a good ten minutes, unsure what to make of it. He typed out a response, but then decided it wasn't right and deleted it. Just as he was about to start typing again, another message came through.
*Come over tonight and we'll talk about it :)*
At that one his heartbeat really picked up. Naïve he might be, but even Jake knew that Wendy would just try to get him to have sex with her again and forget about the fight. After typing out an incredibly long response, Jake erased it all in favour of replying with:
*No thanks. I don't want to come over. I hope you're doing okay.*
Pressing\_send\_ gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if he'd just done something terrible, but he wanted to be direct with her. He had no wish to get back together with Wendy, and didn't want her to think otherwise. He thought (Or hoped) that would be the end of it, but of course after a minute his phone beeped again.
*Look Jake I made some mistakes okay, but you can't just blame everyone else all the time. It's time you accepted some responsibility too or this will never work. I fucked up, but so did you. So let's talk.*
He stared at the message with a cocked head, perplexed at what was happening. Did she not understand? Sighing to himself, and trying to repress the heavy weight of anxiety in his chest, he typed out the response.
*I don't want this to work. I don't want to have a relationship with you, I'm sorry. Please don't text me Wendy. Goodbye.*
He didn't want to be mean, but he wanted her out of his life. It was true that sending that put a bad taste in his mouth, but breakups weren't exactly known for being easy. He looked down at his phone as it buzzed again.
*When I said I'm fighting for this, I meant it. It's not over. You never even gave me a chance to solve things.*
Her message sent a chill down Jake's spine. He'd been taught his whole life to listen to adults, told that they know best and to obey. Of course, he'd been given all the usual stranger-danger talks, but it wasn't exactly like Wendy was a total stranger was it? Do what they say. And now, it just felt wrong to...to defy a grown up like that. He was doing it, because he knew he had to, but that didn't stop his actions feeling instinctually criminal.
*We broke up. I don't want to see you.*
He typed the message out fast, before throwing his phone across to the other side of the couch. It bounced once and landed face up. Jake had the beginning of tears forming in his eyes, his breathing heavy and emotional. He didn't know what to do. After ten good minutes of sitting in fear, the wolf finally allowed himself to start relaxing, and the phone buzzed. He jumped, letting out a tiny squeal in fright. A notification with Wendy's name attached to it appeared on the screen, lighting it up. Jake didn't move, imagining that if he just *ignored* the text then his problem would go away.
But then his phone buzzed again, and again. Over the next eight minutes five more messages came in, and Jake ignored them. Finally after ten minutes of silence, he hesitantly crawled over to the device and picked it up in a paw. He slid open to his messages app.
*Jake I don't want to hurt you, but trust me I know what's best here. I don't want to fight with you.*
\_ I love you. Really. You're so special to me, but right now you're being childish. Stop being passive aggressive, pick up the phone and reply. Or be a real man and call me.\_
\_ You don't want to break up with me Jake. Really. We're gonna make this work, I promise you. Here's why.\_
The next four messages all contained photos.
They were photos that Jake thought Wendy had deleted, and some he didn't even know she had. The first one was just him posed in his underwear, hands on his hips with a grin and obvious *excitement* in his boxers. The next four were less modest. They all featured Jake in some kind of compromising or sexual manner, doing something he really shouldn't be. Wendy wasn't featured in any of them, aside from brief glimpse of her fur.
Jake was shaking, actually shaking. His whole body was trembling, his mouth felt dry and his head was pounding. It was silent in the house but still that was too loud. His heart was beating so fast he worried that it might snap one of his ribs. His legs felt hot and clammy, like they were sinking into a hot bath fully clothed. He tried to lick his lips and relive the sudden dryness, but his tongue held no moisture either. Working through tears which now were rolling down his face unabashed, Jake managed to type out a jittery reply.
*Please delete those.*
He truly, truly didn't know what else to say, what he could say. Wendy held all the power here and she knew it. Her response didn't take long.
*It's not fun, I don't want to hurt you but I need your trust. I know you're thinking that you could report me, I shouldn't have these kinds of photos it's true. Not of a boy your age. But you won't do that.*
Jake let out a whimper, his lower jaw opening and closing sporadically, out of his control. His limbs felt on fire, adrenalin coursing through his veins, the urge to get up and just run somewhere difficult to resist. Wendy's reply came through a second later.
*To do that, you have to tell someone that you fucked me. And that you liked it. You'd have to tell Sergeant Jeremy about the way you cum. Your mum will hear, don't think she won't. Your parents won't be able to look at you without imagining their little boy's cock in my mouth. And that slut girlfriend you told me about. Do I even have to explain?*
She then immediately followed up with:
*The whole town will know what your orgasm face looks like.*
Jake's tears stopped. He felt nothing. A sudden numbness overcame him, like he was falling asleep. The whole world felt so far away. He could feel himself, existing as if he were locked at the end of a long hallway. It was like the stress had been so much it cleaved his identity in two. It didn't make any sense, but he could feel himself sitting there, and see himself sitting there. Nothing looked real, everything in his house taking on a kind of intangibility that he couldn't quite describe.
"Don't." He whispered out loud, his voice sounding both extremely loud and barely audible, so far away from his ears. He was unable to do anything, frozen to the spot, watching his entire world crash down around his head. He felt like he was dying, it didn't hurt but it was weird. His limbs weren't responding to his brain. Nothing was working. His fur felt like it was made of ash, brittle and course. He couldn't breathe properly; he couldn't get *enough* air into his lungs. His mouth couldn't, or wouldn't open wide enough. Everything went swimming, and then it went black.
And then he passed out.
---
When Brady finally ventured out of his room, he did it for coffee. He'd been asleep, curled up under the blankets and trying not to think about everything with Oliver and Max. He couldn't wait for his holidays to end so he just could go home to the city. Country life didn't agree with him at all, this world where everyone knew everyone and everything. Living in a small town, whenever you had an argument, one had to be mindful that they'd likely see that person around. You couldn't just cut people off, and short of moving away there was nothing you could do to keep from bumping into them eventually. He'd never found it an issue in the city. Done was done.
He woke up from his napping with a headache, a dull throb behind his eyes that did nothing to soothe his agitated state. He tried to keep in mind that it was only three weeks until he could justify going back. *Damn university breaks.* He thought, not for the first time. He was so lost in his own thoughts that when he passed through the lounge room and into the kitchen, he missed the sobbing teenager in the corner. Blinking himself awake, the older wolf flicked on the kettle and scooped some coffee powder into a mug. He retrieved the milk and placed it next to his cup, before leaning back against the bench.
He wondered if Marley had broken it off with Oliver yet. She told him she was going to, and this time he believed her. He imagined that Oliver would call, text or just come over afterwards, although it's possible he might not; the status of their friendship was quite an unknown right now. Brady looked around, suddenly aware he could hear what sounded like coughing. The kettle boiled, clicking to indicate it was finished, but he kept listening out. Yes. That was definitely crying.
He stuck his head back into the lounge room, paying attention now. Instantly the young wolf could be seen sitting on the floor, head between his knees and crying quietly to himself. Brady felt an undeniable big-brother surge of protective emotion, and hastily walked over. Jake's shoulders shook with the sobs, and his breath was raspy and rapid. Moving slowly, not wanting to startle the teen, Brady went over and slid down next to him. Jake didn't lift his head up, stop crying or otherwise acknowledge his presence; but he did lean over a little, allowing Brady to support some of his weight. Still moving slowly, Brady put an arm around the kid, rubbing his shoulder gently.
They sat like that for the next few minutes, Jake softly weeping, and Brady's arm around his little brother supportively. The older wolf figured Jake would explain in his own good time, and didn't press him for answers. Whatever it was, it looked serious. For the first time in days, Brady felt like he was glad to be home right now, so there was someone here to help out the kid. Parents were great, sure, and they could be helpful, but they rarely understood teenage problems. Even if they did, the nature of the parent/child relationship prevented real safety in either party sharing a great deal, especially when the child was still...well a child. But Brady and Jake had always been close, so the brothers both knew they could trust one another.
Eventually the sniffling stopped, and the young wolf grew quiet. The tears and shaking slowly ceased, and he looked up at his brother. He looked...like a guy that had just been crying. His eyes were red and bloodshot, the fur on his face wet and matted, ears drooping low and the furry skin around his face a little puffy.
"Hey Brady." He said, sounding quiet, defeated. He tried to give a smile, but it came out more as a grimace.
"Hey dude." The brother started, his eyes softening with worry. "You, um...want to talk about it?" He asked, tilting his head a little. Hesitation was written all over Jake's face, his eyes suddenly darting away anxiously.
"It's..." He began, but then stopped, his head dropping back between his knees again. Brady squeezed his shoulder again.
"I promise not to judge. C'mon. Tell me what's wrong." He asked as Jake raised his head up. Brady wondered if it was possible for the pup's ears to physically *get* any lower, the only word appropriate to describe his facial expression; sad.
"I...um, I kind of...kinda broke up with my girlfriend." He said, his face growing red as he bit his bottom lip. Brady raised his eyebrows a little.
"I didn't even know you \_had\_a girlfriend." He replied, genuinely surprised. He had wondered of course, but the young wolf had never given any kind of confirmation. Jake shook his head.
"Nobody does. It was a secret." He replied, staring intensely at the ground. "It had to be." He added in a small voice, sounding timid. Brady suddenly realised how young his brother was, he suddenly looked very small and afraid.
"Well, maybe now's a good time for it to stop being a secret." Brady replied, not unkindly. Jake looked up quickly, panic in his eyes. "At least with me." The older brother added quickly, trying to reassure the pup. Jake stared at him wordlessly for a minute, thinking. Brady could see the gears shifting in his head, the cogs coming together as he evaluated his decisions. After yet another minute, Jake reached over and picked up his phone. He tapped the home button and entered the password, before handing it to Brady.
The older wolf pulled his arm back, properly focusing on the messages. Jake started him at '*Jake, please don't ignore this'.* Slowly, both the wolves climbed up on to the couch. Brady read with a furrowed brow, breathing slowly. Jake looked over his shoulder anxiously. After watching him read, he saw that the big brother had reached the message just before the photos.
*You don't want to break up with me Jake. Really. We're gonna make this work, I promise you. Here's why.*
"Wait." Jake said, reaching over for the phone. Brady moved his paws out of reach, quickly scrolling down. Jake froze as his brother's face instantly went red, quickly looking away, embarrassed. Both the wolves sat in silence for a minute, each with equally glowing red faces. Breathing a deep sigh, Brady eventually turned back to the phone and scrolled past the photos, looking at the last few texts. When it seemed he was done reading, he dropped the mobile onto the couch, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Bitch." He muttered under his breath, closing the phone and handing it back to Jake. "Fuck." He then added, sighing again.
"Her name is Wendy. I told her I wanted to break up a...a week ago." Jake said slowly. A face of slight recognition appeared on Brady's face. He only knew of one Wendy, *but it can't be her*, he thought. "She's a deer." *Wait. Does she have a daughter? Of...the same name?* "And she's almost fifty years old." Jake said, his face glowing hot as he stared down at the couch and his paws. Brady's jaw fell open, his eyes growing wide.
"Jake...did you...did you \_want\_that?" Brady asked slowly, speaking as if he was struggling with each word. Jake nodded.
"Yes. At least...at least at the time. It was consensual, I mean." Brady growled, causing Jake to look up quickly. He'd heard his brother growl before, in arguments and stuff, but never like *that*. In fact, Brady had never heard himself make that kind of sound before either, so it was new for both of them.
"Not really. You're fourteen \_fucking\_years old." Brady exclaimed. "That fucking deer. Jesus Christ." He said, leaning back and running a paw through the fur on his head, breathing in through clenched teeth.
"I...I don't really know what to do." Jake said softly, tears welling up in his eyes again. Brady looked at him, eyes hard, his jaw clenched and ears twitching. His whole posture made him look like a clenched fist.
"We go to the fucking police, that's what, get her to leave you the hell alone." Brady said, a low growl sounding out as he swore. Jake's jaw dropped as he dived forwards, both paws shooting out and grabbing his brother's arm.
"No, no! We can't, please. Don't do that." He begged, swallowing anxiously. Brady shook his head.
"Jake this is illegal on so many levels, not to mention *so* fucked up. It's either this, or I fucking kill her." He said. It was hyperbolic, they both knew it, Brady wasn't a fighter by any description, but he was worked up.
"Brady *please,* no." The younger brother begged. "She's r-right, everyone will know, it'll ruin my life. Nobody will be able to look at me without thinking about it." He explained, talking fast and tripping over words.
"We'd keep it quiet, private." Brady reassured, standing up. Jake reached up and grabbed his arm again, pulling him back down onto the couch.
"You know that's not true. Please, you can't tell *anyone*." He pleaded, his grip on Brady tightening.
"Sergeant Jeremy is a good guy, you know that. I'll talk to him, and we'll make sure it stays a secret. Nobody will know, but we can't just ignore this. That's what she wants. She's doing this because she's afraid you'll rat her out, but she fucking deserves it Jake." Brady ranted, his teeth flashing as he did so.
"No. Jeremy will tell Mum and Dad, and then they'll know. It won't ever be the same after that. They'll tell a friend, who will tell a friend who'll...you fucking *know* how this town is Brady!" Jake replied, his voice shaky and cracking, on the cusp of tears again. "You get to leave, I have four more years of living here and I can't do it like *that*. They'll never forget."
"Look..." Brady started, but Jake quickly cut him off.
"Don't tell anyone. Not yet at least. Please. *Please*." He said, his eyes staring deep into his brother's. Brady turned away and let his head fall into his paws, rubbing his eyes and groaning.
"Shit. I...I don't know what else to do here mate." Brady whined into his paws. He sat up slowly. "I don't know. I gotta...we have to do *something*; it's not okay to threaten you like that." He said firmly. Clearly thinking as he talked.
"It's not...good, no." Jake replied, before they both fell silent. After a second Brady looked up at his younger brother quizzically.
"How did this even happen? I mean what...started it?" He asked with a nervous couch, instantly receiving a deep blush from the younger wolf. Brady waited as Jake fidgeted on the spot, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"It just...happened. Y'know? I crashed my bike near her house and she came out to help me. Things just...kept going." He said, blushing even deeper still, the redness showing through his light fur. Brady nodded. It wasn't the specific kind of answer he wanted, but at least it was something.
"Right, okay then." He said before standing up, looking determined.
"You're not gonna tell are you?" Jake asked again, voice quick with panic. Brady shook his head, looking down at his brother.
"No, no I won't. At least not for now." He replied.
"So...so what *are* we gonna do?" Jake asked nervously.
"Well, we're gonna do what she wants. Go around and talk to her." Brady replied firmly.
"I'm not sure that's..." Jake began, but this time Brady cut him off.
"Both of us." He said. |
Mini Story - Orc Jock by Zeeme | Hello there all! Just so you know, I'm not dead per-say. Its just I haven't been in much of a writing mood as of late sadly. However, I am resolving to fix this by doing a little bit of writing here and there. Hopefully I can get myself back into the full groove soon! This story was inspired by a | [
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"M/solo",
"Muscle",
"Muscle Growth",
"Orc",
"Transformation",
"nipple play"
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Tom's eyes darted around the room as his hand rushed for the door handle. With a small "click" he was finally able to engage the lock and isolate himself in his room. Feeling his heart race, he looked around. After being surrounded for so long he desperately needed his privacy and wanted to make absolutely sure that no one had somehow hidden themselves in his room while he was out.
With two older brothers and one kid brother he had gotten used to them pulling little pranks like that all the time.
But he looked over all their usual hiding spots, turning over any suspicious looking piles of clothes and checking inside the closet before he was finally able to confirm that he was in-fact all alone.
Letting out a sigh Tom finally felt himself relax for what felt like the first time in eternity. Sitting downstairs with his family during dinner was like a slow and painful torture. Every second that passed without release his skin itched with anticipation. But his parents always had an ironclad rule that when it was dinnertime the family would eat together and talk. Something which he normally didn't mind but after the past few days he couldn't wait for it to be over.
Every part of him was screaming to get alone, or to let loose right then and there. But he knew he couldn't and it took all his willpower and the distraction of stuffing his face with a massive plate of food to keep him from losing it.
Looking down at himself Tom noticed that the bulge in his jeans had swollen even larger than it had been an hour ago. Part of him knew that he likely lost control of that part of himself a long time ago and he could already feel the bare flesh of his cock rubbing against the inside of his pants. Its length had already escaped his jockstrap and pinned itself to his stomach underneath his clothes. Already passing the belt line and showing no signs of stopping it continued to leak a steady stream of pre through his singlet as it slithered up past his navel. Part of him was thankful he could keep his football jacket on during the meal or else everyone would have seen that something was up the moment he stood up.
Letting out a sigh he slowly un-zipped his jacket, exposing the singlet he wore underneath and the massive bulge that hugged his muscular frame. Being part of the football team, especially on the defensive line meant that he needed to keep himself in good shape. With his six foot three height he was the envy of most guys in his class, especially with his defined abdominals and dark brown eyes.
"Fuuuuuck..." he moaned to himself as he grabbed the shaft through the singlet.
Underneath the fabric his cock surged in response. A small spurt of pre shot from his member and left a large stain on the singlet. With its newfound freedom, his member was finally able to relax a bit from its confines and fell slightly forward, still being held up by the singlet that stretched across Toms bulky frame.
"I gotta get off..." he moaned to himself, kicking off his tennis shoes and leaning against the door.
As he gripped and toyed with his member through his singlet he let himself relax. For a moment, his entire body went almost limp, right before every single muscle flexed at the same time, keeping him from falling over. Every outline of his already impressive physique pressed against his skin and kept there, as if he was stuck in a full-body flex. Then he quickly relaxed, releasing the strain on his body only slightly before a wave of hot, burning energy began to glow from deep within his chest. Tom let out a gasp as his body flexed again, the heat shooting through his entire body and lighting every extremity with a fiery energy before it was quickly cooled down and he began to relax. The heat was then soon replaced by a warm flow, making his skin prickly at the calm sensation. Tom knew what was to come next and he smiled a cocky grin as he as he rubbed himself through the fabric. His arms started to swell, his chest ballooning outwards and pushing his cock further away from his body as his already thick pectorals grew in size.
Tom gasped again, his chest swelling yet another size as the fabric of his singlet began to tear. He could feel the warm sensation spreading down towards his legs and he knew he needed to get his pants off before he ruined them. Quickly unbuckling the belt, he was quick to take off his pants and toss them aside to allow himself some more comfort. Underneath he only wore a stained jockstrap, one which had seen countless use but was now being stretched to his very limits. The pouch was barely holding on, with his cock being pointed straight upwards his balls filled every inch of the fabric and then some. Feeling the clothing grow too constricting he pulled the pouch down and let his balls finally breathe, letting his massive orbs hang free.
But these balls where far beyond any normal human's size. Each one had to be the size of tennis balls, and upon finally being freed they swelled to the size of oranges. However, what stood out the most was the emerald green skin that covered his scrotum.
"Ahhhh...." Tom sighed, finally pulling up his singlet to let his member free, letting the emerald hued shaft bounce in front of him, its pink head swelling as it let out another stream of pre onto the floor.
Tom pulled the singlet over his head, wrapping the shirt around his rapidly broadening shoulders as he shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
Tom waddled over to his bed, his cock drooling seed onto the floor until he laid down on his back. With nothing left to hold it back his cock let loose another gush of pre before settling into a steady stream that drooled from his piss slit down onto his massive chest.
Grinning proudly, he took his member with both hands and started to stroke. His body swelled in response as his chest grew even larger while the rest of his body followed suite. Arms, legs, abdominals, and even his fingers started to stretch and grow, making the once six-foot-tall footballer pass seven feet with no signs of stopping.
"Yeaaaaaaa....." Tom moaned as he gave in to the pleasure of jerking his cock all while drenching himself in his own pre.
As his growth continued his legs started to sprawl over his bed, with his socks still clinging on to his feet the fabric was being stretched to its very limit as his feet started to swell to nearly twice their previous size. Once his toes started to grow however that was the breaking point as the tip of his sock ripped in half, letting loose five green toes that squirmed about as their owner writhed in his own pleasures.
But the skin that covered his toes was different from his normal tanned skin other than its obviously brighter colour. The texture was much thicker and tougher, with a firm layer protecting the body that spread from the toes where they had started and moved towards his heels.
Patches of green then started to pop up all across his body, his arms, his nose, and even at his belly button. But from these starting points the green skin quickly overtook the weaker pink shade. In their wake, Toms muscles grew even faster than before. With the biggest patch on his stomach, each abdominal muscle popped as the green hue overtook them, growing and swelling with the definition of a bodybuilder with very little fat held to mar their perfect definition.
Tom licked his lips, leaning forward only slightly to lick at the tip of his cock. He could taste his seed and he could smell the musk coming from his crotch. It was like an intoxicating cocktail of masculinity which he drank from deeply as he gave himself into his changes.
The green hide had spread almost entirely across his torso, the green skin dancing around the flesh of his nipples, lengthening the tips into almost proud points that almost begged to be tugged and teased as the flesh turned from its dark pigment to a brighter pink. As the green moved its way up his Adam's apple Tom could feel a growl building in his throat. The skin quickly rushed towards his jaw, broadening it and sending it slightly forward giving him a slight underbite. He let out a moan as two points within his mouth began to push themselves up. The small points growing and growing, thickening into two proud tusks that jutted out from his lower jaw.
"Fuuuuuck...." Tom moaned as he gripped his cock even harder, his fingers swelling to the size of small sausages as the green skin started to creep from underneath his fingers.
As the rest of the skin finally filled in the last few places of his tanned white skin the rest of his body began to shift. His body did another full flex, each one of his powerful muscles straining against his emerald skin as the final stages of his changes began to set in. Black hair began to spread across his chest and along his jawline. The trail continued down his stomach, dividing his abdominals in half and joining with the bush at the base of his cock. His jawline was then quickly filled with a forest of black hairs, his new beard filling in rapidly, giving him a healthy coverage without growing too long and bushy. With one final grunt his brow furrowed as his skull grew forward slightly, giving him a brutish appearance to go along with his new green skin.
Tom could feel the tingling finally stop. His body however still burned, burned with the urge to fuck and spill his seed and dominate his foes...or to find someone who could overpower him.
Tom licked his new tusks, letting out a guttural grunt as he finally let one hand loose of his massive member and placed it in his mouth, lathering it in spit before he reached down even lower than his cock.
His ass had swollen during the changes, in equal parts fat and muscle. The flesh was soft and squeezable but firm enough to prevent any sagging. With his finger now primed Tom wasted no time in shoving the thick sausage deep inside. The massive man let out a moan as his cock surged, he could barely hold on but he knew he could last longer. He started jerking his pole faster and faster, feeling the seed build up in his massive balls as he added another finger into his stimulation. The head of his cock swelled as the rushing flood was about to breach the gates. He held on for as long as he could until finally he couldn't take it anymore.
He felt the surge coming and he stopped fingering himself so that he could grab a hold of his cock. Aiming the tip towards his face he felt the first blast of seed hit the back of his throat, followed by another and another that he greedily drank with every surge. But not every blast was on target and one stray stream struck the side of his cheek while another sailed past him and hit the pillow he had been resting his head upon. He managed to guzzle about a cups worth of his own fluid however and when the streams finally stopped firing he was able to lick his lips of any remaining spunk while whatever was left oozed from his massive member and pooled in the cleft of his hairy pectorals.
The afterglow soon began to hit him and he smiled. Savouring the taste of his own seed on his lips while he reached down and spread what remained into his hairy chest. His furry crest soon became matted with all the added liquid and began to smell of his own pungent musk but he didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed the smell.
As he laid there enjoying himself he reached down and tweaked his nipples. His cock gave him another blast of seed for that and he moaned in response to their sensitivity. He would definitely need to remember to play with them next time, but he just couldn't help himself after the day he had had.
Keeping himself bottled up like this only added to his hormones, it made him short tempered in some cases, but thankfully his coach had provided him with plenty of ways of letting off steam.
Part of him wondered if this was something he should be worried about, turning into a massive man - an Orc he had been told - whenever he got too stressed or hard. But then again, even after just one week he figured the benefits outweighed the issues.
Letting out a yawn Tom stretched across his much smaller bed. He would need to clean up or risk being caught later but his eyes started to flutter shut as he let himself drift off to sleep in a pool of his own masculity. |
battle on by Tsumesakamea | #8 of RWBY: apart of your world - **tsume pov) ** **as we walked in the assembly i was scared as i looked around the area, it takes the form of a glass-domed amphitheater with raised bleachers arranged in a circle around a circular stage that has a tall, ornate backdrop with blue lights. There is | [
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\**as we walked in the assembly i was scared as i looked around the area, it takes the form of a glass-domed amphitheater with raised bleachers arranged in a circle around a circular stage that has a tall, ornate backdrop with blue lights. There is also a large, open area in front of the stage where students can stand. \**
\**the room was filling up rather quickly and i couldn't stop my heart from beating as then i felt a hand on my shoulder making me look to see rey \**
\**"relax tsume , don't worry about that" rey said as i tryed to claim myself but he could tell it wasn't helping \**
\**"here" he said taking out a pieces of candy that looked like taffy" this will help you" he said as i took the candy and put it in my mouth \**
\**"hey why does she get candy ?" red said whining \**
\**"sorry that was my last one " rey said and then Ozpin got on the speaker \**
\**"today we will have a 2 on 2 battle with first year team with are newer students tsume and red. they will go up agent team CRDL" i gasp at the name and saw the one person i thought i would never see and red was unhappy about this to \**
\**flash back ) \**
**being the new kids in Beacon Academy tsume and red would get picked on constantly by CRDL , all because she defended a bunny girl. in the end of red getting beat up and them holding tsume back from stopping them ruby and her team would save them. the next day it was raining and tsume was on the ground with red who was knocked out from getting beat up**
\**" your not fit to be in Beacon so why don't you two loser just leave" Cardin said the leader of Team CRDL. \**
\**" i won't let you bully others just because you think your better then everyone ! your just a cowered that cant even fight on your own!" tsume shouted as she held the hurt red in her arms, this made Cardin mad as he pulled out his weapon makeing fear run threw her \**
\**"i'll show you who a cowered" he said as he raised the black mace making tsume closer her eyes as she waited fir the end but then there was gun shot fired \**
\**"get away from her !" said a voice as the boy walked away after saying hateful remarks to them and there stood ruby and the others \**
**flash back over)**
\**"the first match will be tsume and red vs Cardin and dove " Ozpin said as red and i along with Cardin partner step in the arena \**
\**"well if it isnt the little drop outs , get ready to lose kids because im not going easy on you" Cardin said as i stood there glaring at him \**
\**"ready your weapons " Glynda said as Cardin and dove took their weapon out but i didn't \**
\*\* "is there something wrong tsume?" Glynda said looking over to me but i didn't responded , rey sigh as he came over to me and whispered something in my ear making me nod. once off the stage i took out my staff making Cardin laugh \*\*
\**"is that all you two have" he said laughing " this will be so easy" he said as i toss the staff into the air and red cracked his sword making it break into a whip set on fire as my weapon changed into it's hammer form and landed with a loud crash making a big crack into the floor and now the look on Cardin and everyone faces was in shocked \**
\**"lets get this over with" red said as i picked up my hammer \**
\**"ok lets make this a clean and fair fight , ready , set , fight!" Glynda said as Cardin and dove made the first move but they dodge there attacks as they swung wildly at us \**
\**"stop running and fight me!" Cardin shouted at me but i just kept my calm composer and red was doing the same \**
\**" tsume if you refusing to attack then i will have to .." Glynda started but was cut off when i said \**
\**"now!" red and i then disappeared from there sight as they looked shocked at what was happening it was quiet for a moment as the students were trying to look for the 2 missing Fighters until \**
\**" firecracker!" i shouted that echoed threw the room as explosion of red,purple and green was shot out of no were and started to strike down on Cardin and dove who was trying to Dodge all of them but dove ended up getting hit and so did Cardin \**
\**"come out from hiding you cowards !" Cardin shouted \**
\**"im not the cowered, you are !" red said appareling behind him as Cardin turn fast and tried to hit red with his mace but missed \**
\**"if you think were gonna let you bully other people , YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!" dove started to attack red with his sword that can also fire like a gun but red was able to block all of his attack until her made his stretch for grabbing them by the ankles and swinging him around a couple of times then slamming him on the ground and it was k.o for him. as i came out from the shadows and try to hit Cardin with it but he dodge it just barely , making contact with the floor making the whole room shake \**
\**"i won't lose to you" \**
\**"ok then lets see what you got " i said with a grin as he attacked me with anger as he swing rapidly but i blocked it all as he stopped and backed up in disbelieve \**
\**"my turn "i said as i speed towards him quickly bashing him left and right then I did a hard hit swinging my hammer on him as he flew into the air then i fired multiple rockets at him blasting him until he fell to the ground and it was game over . everyone in the stadium cheer as me and red stood together and took a bow. until something catch my eye as i looked into the crowed and saw the girl from the forest, the one dressed in red and grey. she was just staring at me as I stared at her until i snapped out of it as Professor Glynda walked over to us and congratulated us,she said if we wanted to we could enter the tournament but we wanted to think about it before we made that decision \** |
Tauren Tale, Chapter 7 by gre7g | #7 of Tauren Tale - "I offer you your own worthless hide!" the Centaur shouted in Theodore's face. The rogue seemed unruffled by the sweaty half-man. Sanja and her brother tightened their grip on the stones they prepared to throw. Kazbo fidgeted nervously behind the campfire. "Leave the Tauren and | [
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"Minotaur",
"Slavery",
"Tauren",
"Werewolf",
"Worgen"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146677-tauren-tale-chapter-7 | "I offer you your own worthless hide!" the Centaur shouted in Theodore's face. The rogue seemed unruffled by the sweaty half-man.
Sanja and her brother tightened their grip on the stones they prepared to throw. Kazbo fidgeted nervously behind the campfire.
"Leave the Tauren and walk away. Unless you would rather perish with them..."
The following moments unfolded in the blink of an eye.
The enraged Centaur foolishly lowered his spear as he shouted, and the spearhead nearly touched the sandy ground.
Theodore launched off of his right foot and brought his left boot down square on the end of the spear. The sudden leverage snapped it out of the Centaur's grip.
"Oops!" Theodore laughed, but the sound was far deeper and ominous than it should have been. He had become the beast once more, both huge and menacing.
"Wha...?" gasped the Magram, but before the Centaur could react, the Worgen had already jumped on his back and wrapped his long legs around the creature's horse-waist.
"You should have taken my deal!" the werewolf laughed. He gripped the Centaur's braid in his left hand and an unsheathed dagger in his right.
The Magram whinnied and reared up high in the air, trying to knock the rogue from his back. Sanja dashed forward. She snatched the spear and rolled out from under the Centaur's hooves in one fluid motion.
"Fifty pieces of silver!" the werewolf shouted.
He could easily have driven his knife into the terrified beast's back, but instead he slashed at the horse-flanks behind him. The steel knife had to have been razor sharp, as the gashes it opened looked both huge and deep. For a moment, it looked like some sick parody of a rider whipping his mount to go faster.
The Centaur let out a scream of pain unlike any the Tauren had heard before. It was a horrible sound, somewhere between that of a man and a horse. Sanja almost dropped the spear and covered her ears. It seemed to last for hours, and even after the man stopped screaming, the sound seemed to echo inside of her head.
The horse-man grabbed at a knife on his belt. But Theodore slid his dagger into the man's armpit and slashed viciously upward, instantly severing a number of crucial tendons. "Just look at that merchandise!" The Worgen shouted. "They would be a bargain at twice the price!"
The Magram reared up again and flopped over on its back, trying to crush his rider or at least trap the werewolf's leg under his weight. His left hand waved furiously, trying to grab on to the slippery rogue.
Theodore leapt from the beast's back at the last moment and rolled smoothly to his feet. "Why, the boy could fetch water for you." He grinned at the wounded man.
"You bastard," the Centaur muttered. He pulled his knife - awkwardly with his left hand - and struggled to climb back to his feet.
"So you *don't* like little boys?" the Worgen chuckled and slashed with his dagger. "Perhaps I guessed wrong about your tastes!"
The Centaur charged at Theodore and tried to trample him, but with one wounded haunch, he moved slowly enough to allow the leather-clad monster to slide past the crushing hooves. An outstretched dagger drew a long bloody line down the length of his horse-body.
"The girl, perhaps," the Worgen said as the Centaur made a quick turn. "Why, she could muck out your filthy hovel."
The Magram charged at Theodore once more. He reared up and tried to bring his hooves down on top of the beast.
"You will regret missing this deal!" the rogue laughed as he ducked under the Centaur for a final time.
The Magram staggered where he landed and his horse-belly opened wide, spilling giant loops of intestine out across the sand.
Theodore, looking human once more, strode casually around until he was facing the dying Centaur. The half-man/half-horse beast struggled to stay upright; his dagger fell from his hand.
"No one cheats a Gilnean of what is rightfully his," Theodore whispered. He raised his dagger in both hands and prepared to show the Centaur a merciful death. But then changed his mind and slid the knife back in its sheath.
Theodore turned his back on the Magram and faced the wide-eyed Tauren girl. She held the spear in front of her with a death-grip. The head had snapped away at the start of battle and it shook in her hands with a palsy.
The rogue paid no more attention to the weapon now, then when the Centaur had held it. "There, I saved your life. Now you owe me!"
Sanja's jaw went slack for a long moment and she stared at him - speechless. But the words came flowing back, pushed ahead by a flash flood of hate. "We owe you nothing!" she screamed. "You... you didn't kill that man to protect us. You killed him because you *wanted* to kill him. You are either a wholly corrupt, evil, evil man or..." She stopped and her brain raced for any other explanation. "Or a man who is so stupid that he doesn't even know why he does what he does."
Theodore shrugged and dismissed her words. "Tauren are so ungrateful."
He turned back around and relieved the dying creature of his purse. The Centaur reached up at him from where he laid with a blood-slicked hand, but the rogue just batted it away.
"Well here's why he didn't counter-offer," Theodore exclaimed. "One... no two pieces of silver and a handful of copper. Well, have no fear, little cow," he patted her furry cheek with a bloody hand as he walked by her, "not everyone in Desolace can be this poor. We will find someone who can afford to own you."
---
The rogue walked off into the darkness without another word.
Sanja collapsed to her knees and the desert went silent, save for the crackling fire and the rasping breaths of the dying man behind her.
After a few long minutes, she regained her composure. She put the dropped dagger in the sheath at her hip and threw her pack back across her shoulders.
"You can't be leaving," Kazbo shouted in Common. "Where are you going?"
"We have to leave," she said. "His family will come looking for him. The body is too big to bury. By morning the skies will be filled with swoops and vultures. More Centaurs will follow."
"Please... help..." the dying man gasped through bubbles of blood. She had to look away. There was nothing that could be done for him.
"We cannot proceed, I swear, I lament! I pushed hard all day and my energy's spent," Kazbo complained. "Is there fruit or any meat? I need some rest and have to eat."
Sanja looked around the campsite to see if Theodore had, in his haste, left any meat behind. But there was none.
The metallic smell of blood was nearly overwhelming. Sanja had helped prepare meat so many times in the past, but the hunters had always drained and gutted the carcasses before returning to camp.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words, so instead she gestured to the horse flank and gave Kazbo a meaningful look.
He seemed confused for a moment and then waved his hands in front of him. His skin looked very pale. "I hope you are joking; surely you jest! How is it you could even suggest...?"
She ignored him and looked to her brother. His eyes went wide.
"The... the cactus wasn't *that* bad," he stammered.
Sanja nodded and returned silently to gathering her stuff. She was relieved that neither of the others had to have meat for dinner. They had eaten *regular* horses many times before, but this was very different.
Despite her own hunger, she was certain she couldn't have carved into the dying man's flank. And she doubted she could have hastened his death.
*Could I do it if he was already dead?* she wondered, but had no answer. She wanted to leave before his final breath, so she wouldn't have to find out.
Sanja picked the spear back up and studied the broken end for a moment. "This could be useful. Perhaps we can use my broken knife as a spearhead.
"Is everyone ready to go?"
"I could summon intense flames with my words." Kazbo lit up. "Then there will be nothing left to attract the birds."
The Tauren looked at each other without emotion. The Gnome's magic was quite impressive, but they wouldn't even be in Desolace if the little mage could control the power he wielded.
"Inferno I command; consume as if tinder," the little man chanted. "Burst forth now and leave only cinder."
There was a bright flash and a low, bass "*foop*!"
Kazbo's eyes readjusted to the darkness and the body was gone. He grinned to his companions, but the Tauren had their hands over their heads and were scrambling for cover.
For several long seconds, warm, wet chunks of meat continued rain down.
Sanja and Jorga stared in both shock and horror at the little man as he stood motionless amid the gore. He opened his mouth and searched for words.
"Yuck."
Eventually Jorga elbowed Sanja.
"Ow! ...Well, um, our only hope is to walk through the night, and get a head start." She wiped her face with her hand. "Centaurs run fast. So let's hope they can't track the smell of blood."
---
The trio walked for another hour before Kazbo fell behind. "I fear I must stop, my strength is done. I can no longer walk, much less run."
Sanja knelt before him and put her hands on his arms. "We have to keep going," she said. "Our only hope is to make it to the road before the Magram can track us to it."
"Without me, I'm sure help you will find," he moaned. "You have no choice but to leave me behind."
"Listen to me! No one gets left behind," she said. "Here, Jorga, I need you to carry the pack." There was precious little left in it, so he took it without complaint.
Sanja picked the little man up and put him on her shoulders. He was a lot lighter than her brother, but much, much heavier than the pack. "Just until you catch your breath," she explained.
They continued walking across the darkened desert. Sanja used the spear as a walking stick.
When he could take the silence no longer, Kazbo was compelled to speak. "I'm sorry to be such undue... of a burden upon both of you."
"It's okay. Your legs are short," she said. "You have to trot, just to keep up. I'd be tired too."
After several long minutes, Kazbo whispered in her ear. "I know that we both live in a time of war, but have you ever seen someone killed before?"
Sanja was thankful that he spoke in Common, but she did not answer immediately. She looked over to her brother and patted him on the back. "Are you doing okay, Jorga?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Wish we could camp."
"Yeah, so do I," she replied. "Perhaps we can rest a bit in the morning."
Sanja let her brother get ahead of her a little ways before she whispered back to the Gnome. "No, Kazbo, I haven't. Have you?"
He dropped his voice too. "I have not been exposed to such strife. So, no, never before, in my whole life."
"I've hunted small game. I've seen the sentries come back with blood on their weapons. But this was different." She shook her head. "I can't stop hearing his scream."
She could feel the tiny man nod his head. "Yeah."
"I keep wondering, what if it had gone the other way?"
"On this, do you think you could expand?" he asked. "For I am certain that I don't understand."
"Well, what if a Centaur had rescued you, back on that mountain," she said. "What if the Centaur was helping you and a Tauren sentry had stopped you?"
"I don't know..."
"What if the Centaur and the two of you had crossed paths with Jorga and myself, huh?" she asked. "Would you be running from *my* family, now? In the morning, would they be racing to avenge us?" There was a tremble in her voice.
Kazbo sighed in her ear. "Listen to me, I know what I say. Please don't torture yourself in this way."
"In what way?"
"You're letting these thoughts play in your imagination; and wondering 'what if, in a different situation'," he explained. "You can't blame us for choices that we haven't made, or base it on a past that hasn't been played."
Sanja turned her head and the little man leaned around so she could see some of his face.
"It is impossible for anyone to say; our friendship happened *this* way." He gave her a reassuring smile. "I have concern for 'what next' we might find; so let's worry not, and leave 'what if' behind."
---
They walked through the night. Sanja carried the Gnome some of the time and he walked the rest.
The sky started to turn pink and Kazbo slipped into a sleep so deep that even shaking him would not wake him for more than a moment.
Sanja picked a low spot where they'd be well-concealed by scrub brush and they made camp for a few hours.
By mid-afternoon they had reached a wide, north-south notch in the sandstone that could only be the Trail of Woe.
Kazbo stretched his arms out wide and spun in place. His bright-red tunic and pale blue pants contrasted sharply with the grey, lifeless trail. "I can not believe we made it!" he shouted in Taurahe.
But the Tauren paid him no attention. They were both focused on something further west of the road, something that the tiny Gnome could not see.
"Is that what I think I smell?" Jorga said, his voice full of awe.
"It *has* to be," Sanja replied in a similar tone.
And then, without any warning, the two were off and away like jackrabbits, bounding over and around the scrub.
Kazbo watched the two sprint into the distance. His jaw hung agape and his relief at having reached the road, faded.
He sniffed the air.
"Smell what?" he screamed at their backs. |
Order of the Black Foot, Chapter 9: Joan Unleashed by draconicon | #13 of Order of the Black Foot Another commission from FA: TeryxC brings us to this little point of...problems. It seems that the Church might have been doing a little too much to weaken Teryx's mind, and now, they have unleashed something much worse. If you enjoyed this story, please consider | [
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Three days in captivity, and the cycle had settled down into something that Teryx understood all too well.
Mornings were taken up by him being used by whatever paladins were off-duty for the moment, including those that had been working him over the day before or those that had been just brought in. They seemed to be coming into the camp by trickles rather than a steady flow, but it was like the first thing they were assigned to do was either fuck him up the ass or use his mouth until they were satisfied. Strangely, they never seemed to take themselves to completion, but only him.
Afternoons involved some cleaning - usually by some servant or other - before he was brought before the Inquisitor and some of the priests. They tied him down to a chair, and then proceeded to lecture at him for an hour or two, talking about the Shining One and everything that was wrong with magic, giving him information by the bucket load about how he should live his life, and how he was currently doing it wrong.
If he parroted what they wanted to hear back, the rain dragon got some food and water. If he didn't, he was left to sit in the chair under the eyes of the Inquisitor.
And after that...
The evenings were a blur to the rain dragon, and he was worried about that. He knew that they were doing something to him then, using some sort of technique to start brainwashing him to their side, but they were doing it in a way that he couldn't remember. There was no way to prepare, and there was no way to analyze it later to try and break it down and keep himself from falling. All he could do was trust to his own willpower, and after three days, he was starting to worry.
Particularly as he was slowly losing his mind to something else.
The voice had a name, he'd learned. Joan was the one that it gave him, though he didn't know if that was the real name or just something that it called itself. Whatever it was, she had become something of a steady companion when he stopped being able to keep her out on the second day, and she continued to grow in presence after that.
Rage fed her, he found. Rage, the need to kill, to get revenge. She could be calmed for short times, particularly when he was left alone and was able to think clearly and calmly. Meditation almost shut her out completely, save for the trickle of heated anger at the back of his mind that was always there.
Anytime that he was being fucked or lectured, however, she was there in full force, whispering to him of the way that she could take his revenge for him, of how she could destroy everything here and leave nothing behind. Because the Church deserved it.
"...deserves it..."
He caught himself muttering again, and shut it down as the Inquisitor looked at him from across the way. Teryx shook his head as he met the bull's gaze.
"Nothing."
"Talking to yourself again, hmm"
"Again?"
"All the men keep talking about it. You think that pulling yourself away from reality will save you? All it does is open your mind up that much more to our techniques."
*Burn and kill. Must destroy. The Church must die a hundred deaths for all the ones that they've taken. Kill them all, burn them to the ground. Destruction must be their only fate. Let me out. Let me out, let me out, let me -*
He could feel his mouth twitching with the need to speak for her, and it took more effort than usual to shut her out. She was getting all the more insistent.
Teryx shook his head a few times, trying to hold himself in the moment. He couldn't dwell on Joan now. She could talk to him later, she could be as crazy and angry as she liked when they were alone in the cell. For now, he needed to pay attention to what the Inquisitor was saying. This was the last chance before the next session with their 'techniques,' and he needed some sort of clue.
Inquisitor Atam stood up from the table they shared, walking around it until he was standing right behind the dragon. Teryx looked over his shoulder at him, and the bull chuckled.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you were a mage and an enemy, I might almost admire the tenacity that you're showing. However..."
The chair suddenly tilted forward, dumping the rain dragon on the table. His captor ground him against it, keeping him pressed into the empty plates from dinner, his cheek grinding against a plate of bronze.
"However, you are slowing down the efforts of the Church. We need the information in your head as soon as possible, and whatever you think you're protecting, you are putting the lives of hundreds, thousands of people at risk. All those without magic, all those that are at risk from your devil worship, are waiting for us to put you down. Why do you think that you are so much better than them? Why do you think that you can continue to put yourselves on pedestals with your evil magic, while the others are made to suffer?"
"..."
He would say nothing. There was no defense he could make, so why talk about it? It would only lead to further rage, further anger from the bull, and he would prefer to leave it at a smaller beating rather than a larger one.
Joan could think what she wanted about destruction. He might even agree with her. But he wasn't going to start it.
The pressure on the back of his head continued until his skull felt like it was going to pop off of his neck, but it eventually slackened off when he kept quiet. The bull sighed.
"Perhaps tonight, you will break. We will see."
He was taken to a private room in the prison, with the seat made of the same 'blessed' metal as the rest of the cells. His magic was locked away, and the collar around his neck taken off so that he could be properly restrained. Several mice walked around the room, setting up a few other things, and Teryx strained to see what it was that would happen.
There was some sort of metal globe around him, arranged with rods running horizontally and vertically. There were dozens of them, and wherever they met, there was some sort of light at the intersection, soft and gentle, not at all hard to look at.
*Fire is used to destroy, not to change!* Joan shouted in his head. *Their Shining One is nothing but a fake. He is there, but burns! He destroys what challenges him, seeks to imprison that which doesn't serve him. There is nothing good about him. Nothing good about his followers! They should all die! Now! Now!*
Her madness echoed through his skull as the mice started up the contraption, and - he realized - everyone else had put on a blindfold. He, on the other hand, was made to lay back, staring at the metal as it started to turn, and simply...stare.
The rotating metal slowly began to criss-cross the lights above him, the different flickering bits of illumination creating various lines and shapes above him. As the only points in the darkness, it was impossible to look away from them, always drawing his eyes to them whenever he tried to find some other point of reference. The afterimages that they left behind made him dizzy, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore that, either. Patterns forming on his eyes and the slow streaks of light moving through the darkness filled his mind.
*Burn it all away!*
Joan's shout in the back of his mind kept him from drifting away, but even that was only secondary. He shuddered, fighting the whole 'relaxation' that they were trying to build in his mind, but it kept coming, flowing back over him like a warm, bright blanket.
Lines became loops, and loops became circles, drawing his attention and holding his gaze there. He groaned, trying to shake his head, but even that was becoming next to impossible. The shapes in the lights held his body as much as his mind, dragging him down towards some strange, empty space that he could barely understand. He wanted to get out, wanted to...wanted to...
*Stop thinking! Burn them! Hate them! There is nothing good, nothing relaxing. They killed so many. They killed me!*
Killers...
Hate...
Hate was dark...
Teryx could feel his mind shifting, drawing back from the light a bit, but he couldn't tell what was happening and why. It was...different? Yes, different from how he he'd been treated before. Every other time, he'd slowly dropped into the light as they kept pulling at him, dragging him into the shapes and distortions of the wobbling waves of illumination in the air. Then the words would come, cajoling him to join with the light, to give up his darkness.
This time, he felt himself pulling away. Joan's hate, her fire, pulled at him, and consumed the light that they were trying to put him in. She dragged his mind towards her, and in desperation, he gave it to her.
He felt it. He felt the heat and the rage, the homicidal power that the strange voice had. He could almost see her in his mind's eye, a little old mouse, just getting into late middle age and getting her wrinkles. She looked so...soft...
He saw her, burning in the collapsing building, saw her pinned and tortured, cut and bashed, her skin burned from pale pink to dark brown, crusted and horrible.
He saw her beaten face, her determined glare, her utter rage glimmering in her eyes as she clung tight to life with one purpose.
Destruction.
*Joan...*
He was thinking, not speaking. Something...something shifted, as he fell further into the dark, almost like he had passed a point where he couldn't return. Teryx tried to shake his head, but this time it wasn't the light that stopped him. It was the darkness.
The same face that he'd seen in his mind's eye approached him from the darkness in his mind, pulling forward into the light. It was all in his head, but he couldn't stop himself from being afraid. The psychotic gleam in the mouse's eyes was all he needed to know that this was something as dark and horrible as whatever the Church was putting together.
He tried to push her away, but his mind felt as heavy as his body did, feeling her reach forward through her darkness and into his mind. Her hand touched his, and he felt himself darken, fade, pulled down towards the depths of his own mind. The further he sank into the darkness, the further she rose into the light.
They passed each other, her reaching into the waking mind, while he slipped into the sleeping one. As she reached above him, to his body, she 'turned' and looked at him again.
*Don't worry...they'll burn for all they've done...to you and to me.*
As the darkness claimed him, he knew that things were about to go very, very wrong.
\_Flicker. The dome broke, and his body was out of the chair.
Flicker. A mouse priest fell, his throat torn out and hanging from Teryx's claws.
Flicker. He was on the other side of the room, crushing a neck underfoot.
Flicker. On the ceiling, clinging to it with abnormally long claws.
Flicker. On the floor, hissing like a beast.
Flicker, flicker, flicker.\_
Teryx didn't know what was going on. He could barely see in the darkness, but he knew his body was moving in all the wrong ways. He wasn't himself, wasn't anything like the dragon he'd always been. He just...moved...and death followed.
\_Flicker. The door shattered, and he stepped through.
Flicker. A paladin burned through a gap in his armor, turning it into an oven.\_
Flicker. A mercenary was made into an impromptu weapon, flung to knock four armored figures to their death from a height.
He saw in blurry shapes that he was moving through the prison, though not under his own control. Not in his own body. Joan had taken it and changed it, broken through the 'blessed' barrier with some trick of hers. He was filled with magic from outside, stolen magic through the mark on his chest.
Draconicon had to know it, had to feel it. He'd be coming to see the drain before long.
Joan carried him forward, his body feeling almost spider-like, like it had been transformed by her.
\_Flicker. Blade-like limbs stabbed through two mercenaries, flicked them towards others.
Flicker. Fangs that he'd never had stabbed through the neck of a wolf, pumping venom.
Flicker. Fiery arms sliced through armor never meant to take that heat.\_
The paladins massed at the edge of his vision, starting to gather and regroup. Inquisitor Atam stood with them, carrying a sword and shield, and looking concerned. Arrows flew from those with bows, and Joan fled.
Through the rows of cells, he felt power flicker in and out of him, as even Joan only had so much. She pulled him along, always keeping metal or people between them and the arrows. She never stopped, couldn't stop. He felt her rage burning even from the blurred darkness she'd submerged him in.
Through eyes that were no longer his, Teryx watched as bodies hit the floor, one by one twisted by the crazed need to murder that Joan was filled with. And the more it happened, the less he cared.
Burning rage. Burning kills.
\_Flicker. Behind the archer group, setting their bows on fire.
Flicker. Shift in size, throwing a cage at them, crashing through a squad, killing them.
Flicker. The floor turning to acid, consuming those that stood on it.\_
She had endless ways of killing, endless means of destroying those that stood in her way. He felt her rage rising, getting stronger rather than getting assuaged, and shuddered as he knew how much death it would take to actually sate her lusts for it.
More and more paladins and followers and mercenaries fell as she ran about, taking injuries that she didn't care for. Arms and leg were sliced, her shoulders were cut open, her belly gutted, but she kept drawing on the magic, healing it as it happened. There was no strategy, no care taken, no anything.
It was raw power being unleashed, and all that mattered was death.
One by one, they fell, until only the Inquisitor and his guard was left. Teryx wondered how they'd got there, but barely had that much awareness left. She was consuming him, running through his mind as well as his body, using him up.
The bull took a step forward, on guard, and she raised her arms - his arms? - covered in acidic water. It burned him as much as her, but she didn't care. Regenerate. Strike. Regenerate -
*Flicker, flicker, flicker.*
And suddenly...it was over.
Teryx let out a mental gasp as he was suddenly tugged forward again, able to see properly through his eyes even as Joan maintained control over the body. He looked around, and was amazed.
Draconicon had come, and had brought Havok and Hanna with him, as well as a number of Order soldiers. Inquisitor Atam was held down, bound through some surprisingly clever-looking magic, while the other soldiers were dead.
The black dragon looked at him, and hesitated.
"What happened to your mark, Teryx?"
He, or rather, Joan, looked down. The black mark on his chest had shifted, becoming a pale gray instead, almost white when the light hit it just right. The possessed dragon lifted his head, and slowly shrugged.
"They were doing something to me while I was here. I don't know what they were planning, but -"
"Bodies everywhere."
*Yes, lots of bodies,* Teryx thought with a mental shudder, but Joan showed no reaction to Havok's statement. Not immediately, anyway. It felt like she was rustling through his memories, pulling for something, anything to get a little more detail.
Slowly, he felt his body shrug, the spirit cocking her head to the side.
"You do what you have to."
The Order soldiers were already spreading out, making an effort to collect what they could from the facility. Teryx, on the other hand, was starting to freak out. Now that he had his head on straight again, and was no longer buried in the darkness at the back of his mind, he knew that he was not only naked - embarrassing enough - but completely possessed. Joan had taken over his body and left it completely in her charge, leaving him unable to so much as wiggle a finger to get attention.
Draconicon and Hanna had turned towards the Inquisitor, doubtlessly making sure that he wouldn't get away, while Havok walked over. The one person that wouldn't question all the dead bodies and appreciate them was the one person he didn't want to have near him right now.
The white dragon looked him over, and turned his head from one side to the other.
"You fight good."
"I did what I had to."
"Looks like more than that."
"What are you talking about?"
"Bodies melted. Bodies burned. Acid, fire, ice, lightning. Blades, crushing. Not fast kills. Hard kills."
*Oh, do go on,* Teryx thought, groaning. The 'compliment' that he was getting actually turned his stomach, feeling like he was getting praised for this level of destruction. Even against someone that had kidnapped and raped him this many times over, it felt like overkill, and he wanted to take so much of it back.
Joan, on the other hand, slightly smiled.
"There are a lot of ways for magic to hurt."
"Hurt you first."
She nodded, and the dragon stepped a bit closer, leaning in. Havok pulled a bit of flesh off of him, and it took more willpower than Teryx expected to not utterly shutter and pull away from that.
"Explosive."
"Well, when you have to -"
Fast as ever, Havok surprised him with a sudden punch to his gut. Even Joan didn't recover from that, and the white dragon flipped his body over, slamming it down against the ground hard enough to snap what was left in his lungs out.
Everyone turned on him at that, all the Order soldiers as well as Hanna. A blade flicked out, and Teryx thought the lynx was going to kill the white dragon before -
"Stop."
Draconicon's word froze everyone. The black dragon walked over, looking down at him, before looking at Havok.
"Explain."
"Not Teryx. Something else. Deadly hate."
"...It's Joan."
Teryx saw a flicker on Hanna's face, but he was a little too busy being relieved to actually have that much of a care about what the feline was feeling right at that moment. She'd been figured out, and now he could actually get some help.
However, as Draconicon lifted his foot, about to replace the mark (at least, so he guessed), Joan hissed in his mind.
"NO! You won't take away my chance!"
*Flicker!*
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself laying on a rock in the middle of nowhere on the side of a mountain. He still couldn't move, his body healing itself through magic that Joan kept flooding him with, but he was alone. And this time...
This time the mark didn't react for a different reason.
"Mine...this body is mine..."
*Joan, let me go! You can't do this! You -*
"Quiet. So long...so long in the dark...must kill, destroy, burn. They've lived too long. Draconicon had a chance. Only waited. Must destroy..."
He felt her shoving him back, pushing his thoughts, himself, back into the darkness again. The rage surged up around him like chains, dragging him in and pushing him down, keeping him from speaking. Keeping him from moving.
Keeping him from thinking. All he had was rage, anger, infernos of it all around him. And so, the rain dragon drowned himself in it, screaming into the dark in purest fury.
The End |
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 95 by Contrast | 95 Ander's fingers had gone completely numb, but that was okay. He could dig much faster without that burning sensation. _You're not my son..._ He plunged his hands into the ditch. _I don't have any sons..._ He scraped them through the snow. _I don't have anyone anymore..._ And plunged them back in | [
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Ander's fingers had gone completely numb, but that was okay. He could dig much faster without that burning sensation.
*You're not my son...*
He plunged his hands into the ditch.
*I don't have any sons...*
He scraped them through the snow.
*I don't have anyone anymore...*
And plunged them back in again. His arms and shoulders ached, but every time he stopped to catch his breath, he would see her, standing all by herself in a vast sea of nothingness, begging not to be left alone.
It was a feeling he knew so well.
"Ander!" Kiana suddenly fell in beside him, her hair and clothes rippling in the wind. A fine layer of frost was stuck to her face.
"What are you doing here?" Ander almost had to shout just to be heard. "This isn't safe!"
"I know it's not!" She stuck her hands into the snow all the way up to her wrists and scooped out as much as she could, making a shallow little trench.
"Get back to the wall, Kiana!"
"I refuse!"
"Why!?"
"Because I understand, Ander!" That wasn't a scream, is was a heart-ripping shriek to rival even this bitter wind. "I understand what it feels like! I understand what you've been going through! I - no..." Her hands hesitated. "I can't say that as absolute truth. These are not my people. These are not my family. These are not my friends. I do not know their names. I do not know their customs, their pastimes, their favourite foods. I do not know anything about them other than the faces they make when they throw rocks at me and speak of tearing me apart and burning me the next morning. I know nothing of their deeds other than what they did to you and what they tried to do to my family. If I am to be entirely honest with you, Ander, I think I... I think I hate your people. I do not say that easily. I have never hated anyone before. But these things beneath our feet, they are wicked, mindless creatures, and I will never, ever forgive them for trying to take you away from me. And if I had to choose between the lives of a thousand monsters, or the single little life growing inside of me, I would condemn them all to die without a second thought."
She said all those things, and yet her small hands were still digging through the snow, right next to his own. Her dainty fingers were still curled into hooks. Her face was still set and determined as she lunged forward and pulled back, grunting with exertion each time.
"Then why help me?" Ander asked. "If you really feel that way, if you really hate them so much, why try to save them?"
"Oh, Ander..." she said. "Don't you see?"
Ander was focussed on the trench yawning wider and wider beneath his knees. To him, the whole world had been reduced to an endless mouth of snow and two pairs of hands: his own; rough and callused, and Kiana's; small and delicate. He did not immediately notice that one of them had disappeared until he felt it caressing his cheek, cold as ice, but still soft and loving. He allowed his gaze to travel across her arm and up to her eyes. A single tear was slowly rolling down her face, cleaving the patch of frost on her cheek in two.
"It's *you*, silly. It's always you," she said, smiling. "When I saw you jump down, when I saw how you didn't even hesitate, I realised something. I felt it right here." She clutched at her heart and curled her fingers into a fist, scrunching up the fabric of her dress. "I see them only as monsters, and I don't think that will ever change. But... looking out over all this snow, all white, no colour, no movement, no life, seeing everything erased and knowing it was all caused by my breath... it made me feel like a monster. It made me feel like I was on the other side of the bars, throwing rocks, laughing and spitting and looking forward to the sacrifice. And if I feel *so* much pain for these creatures I hate so badly, if it hurts *so* much just thinking about what I've done to them... then... how much worse must it be for you? I love you, Ander. I love you so much. That's why I want to help you. That's why I want to dig for you until my fingers bleed. But, Ander, there is one more reason. One more reason I want to save your people. It's something I have known for a long time, but you have yet to understand."
"One more...? Kiana, what are you talking about?"
She looked up. All the frost had vanished from her face. "You make people want to follow in your footsteps."
Ander didn't understand what she was trying to say.
That was until he looked back the way he came.
He had thought he was alone down here. He had thought he would be the only one to dig through the snow. He had thought he was the only one stupid enough to try and save the monsters who had come to destroy everything they hold dear.
He was wrong.
The pass was absolutely swarming with Foxes, all working together. They hunkered down in groups of up to a dozen or more, digging with improvised tools. They carried buckets of snow over the wall and came running back with the empties. They pulled Wolves from certain death and wiped their faces clean. Everywhere he looked a tiny miracle was unfolding, far too many to take in all at once.
Renna was helping a she-wolf over the tilted wall. They were both hunched over, barely able to walk, and every step they made together sent a small trickle of snow sliding down across their footprints. The she-wolf glanced back, and Ander was shocked to see that it was Aisa, Renna's birth-mother, the one who had slapped and beaten her own daughter in front of the entire tribe for saving his life. There were clear tracks of tears across her cheeks and, even though Renna was the one doing most of the supporting, Aisa was holding her so tightly to her side, as if to embrace her and shield her from the wind at the same time.
She seemed so different now.
At the very top of the wall, staring down at the pass in utter slack-jawed confusion (an expression probably not too different from Ander's own) was Ivio. There was an old brown coat slung over his shoulders, flapping in the wind, and he was holding on with both hands to keep it from flying off. A middle-aged Fox with grey ears was pulling on his elbow, urging him towards the safety of the woods, but Ivio was frozen in place, and it wasn't too hard to figure out what he was looking at.
Dorin was down there, and even though he looked absolutely dreadful, with a dark splash of coagulated blood staining the back of his head, he had joined with Rufio and Michael and a bunch of other Foxes and was frantically digging through the snow, shovelling out big double-handfuls as fast as he could.
That was the Wolf that had tortured Danado. That was the Wolf that had killed Lana. That was the Wolf that had nearly killed Hezzi. And now...
Now he was risking his life to save the lives of others.
He was different now.
He wasn't the only Wolf down there, though. Nilia and Mateo had developed an efficient rhythm together, taking turns to shovel through the snow, neatly falling into each other's gaps. Mellah and Sorrin were working together, too, digging through the fine white powder with buckets that had previously contained arrows. Hezzi was near the base of the wall, digging in a frenzy like an animal, launching clumps of snow out between his legs.
Ivio suddenly shoved the coat back into the Fox's arms and stumble-slid all the way down to the bottom, where he fell to his knees and immediately began to dig with his bare hands.
This was the same Wolf who would sometimes cackle like a lunatic for no apparent reason. This was the Wolf who would sometimes wake the entire tribe in the middle of the night with bloodcurdling screams. This was the Wolf who wanted nothing more than to kill and maim. This was the Wolf who would have killed Ander, had Danado not been there to put a stop to it. This was a Wolf whose very name was born from insanity, but now, even though he was injured, even though there was blood seeping from his hands and feet, even though he was shivering so badly he could barely get his arms to move, even though it was so cold his breath plumed out in front of his nose in thin clouds of white vapour, he had turned down the promise of shelter and a warm fire in favour of clawing through the ice cold snow.
He was completely different from what he was before.
Voices echoed through the pass, bouncing back and forth between the unforgiving walls of the mountain.
"We got another one over here!"
"Gods almighty he's just a kid!"
"Get 'im out! Hurry!"
Kiana hugged him close. "You bring out the best in people, Ander. No matter how deeply it's buried."
And breaking away from the general chaos nearer to the wall, stepping carefully inside the trench he had carved through the snow on his way over here, fighting against the wind, was one of the strongest vixens he knew.
Sarah.
"Andrew!" Her voice was nearly swallowed up by the roar of the gale, but she powered through, keeping her head low, and dropped down beside him.
"Sarah? What are you -"
She leaned forward, shoved her hands into the snow, and scraped a big pile of it off to the side. She gritted her teeth against the biting cold and went back for more, gasping and grunting.
Ander could hardly believe it. This vixen, who had surprised him time and time again, still had the power to leave him speechless.
"Why?" It was all he could manage. Just that one word.
She stopped digging only long enough to look him in the eye. Her gaze was direct and unwavering, possessing a unique kind of strength known only to those such as her. "Because what kind of a mother would I be otherwise?"
Those eyes. Ander was certain she had had those exact same eyes on the night she fled through this very pass with a tiny Wolf in her arms. He was certain she had gritted her teeth in the exact same way. He was certain she had kept going just like this, just for him.
Because she was his mother.
*I nearly killed myself to keep you safe! I loved you so much, and I was forced to take all that love and give it away! No, it was* taken *from me!* You *were taken from me, Andrew! I would have given anything,* anything *to be your mother for just one minute longer!*
She knew it was Shekka buried beneath their feet. Of that, Ander had no doubt.
*She was given such a beautiful gift, a precious gift, and to hear her say those things about you... I just... I can't...*
And yet she was still here, by his side, digging through the snow, scraping her fingers raw. Because...
*I thought I was saving you... I tried so hard. I bled. I cried. I almost lost my life, and that would have been fine by me. Anything... anything to keep you safe. I wanted you to grow and be healthy. I wanted you to live. I wanted you to have someone to call 'mother', even if that someone wasn't me...*
"Thank you..." Ander said, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. "Mother."
Sarah's hands froze halfway down the slope and she looked up sharply, a shimmer already forming in the corners of her eyes. "Andrew? Did you just...?"
"Thank you, Mother," he said it again. Tears fell from his eyes unabated. They burned like fire in the freezing cold.
Sarah threw her arms around him, held him tight, cried against his shoulder, and it was as he was being embraced by these two vixens from both sides that Ander marvelled at how powerful the love of a mother could really be.
Sarah, his birth-mother, who had risked her life a hundred times over to protect her child, who had kept going long after any other would have perished.
Kiana, the mother of his unborn child, who had stepped in when he was at his most vulnerable, who had toppled a mountain to protect their baby.
The two of them, here, together.
"Come on," Kiana wiped her face on her sleeve and put her shivering hands back into the snow. "We can't waste any more time!"
Sarah sniffed and wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand; first one side, then the other. "You're right! Come on, Andrew, put those big old hands of yours to good use!" She bent forward and started to dig, fresh tears now falling into the trench they were steadily opening wider, handful by handful.
Two mothers working to save a third.
Ander plunged his hands into the snow alongside the hands of the strongest vixens he knew, and he dug. He dug until his lungs burned in his chest. He dug until his shoulders screamed. He dug until his fingers left long streaks of blood in the snow with every scrape.
He dug until a seventh hand suddenly appeared, sticking out of the maw of the earth, a cold hand with bone charms hanging from the wrist.
A hand covered in frozen blood.
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Daddy's Boy by Arch Fox | Hello! Enjoy my work? Then consider pledging to my Patreon for early access to my stories as well as being able to vote in what I write next!https://www.patreon.com/ArchFox Thanks for your support and enjoy! - "Alright, five minutes 'till we're live!" Ethan positioned his laptop on his bed and | [
"Age Difference",
"Anal",
"Blowjob",
"Camshow",
"Camwhore",
"Chubby",
"Cum",
"Cum Swallowing",
"Exhibitionism",
"Forced",
"Forced Incest",
"Gay",
"Humiliation",
"Incest",
"M/M",
"NC",
"Non-Consensual",
"Oral",
"Raccoon",
"Rape",
"Spanking",
"Teenager",
"Tiger",
"Voyeurism",
"camera"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152879-daddy-s-boy | "Alright, five minutes 'till we're live!" Ethan positioned his laptop on his bed and double checked the time, his young, bushy raccoon tail swishing back and forth. 8:55 PM. Nearly time for his 9 o'clock show! He made sure to check himself in his big, full-body mirror, making sure he looked good and ready for his watchers. He smiled gave his slightly tubby belly a pat through the plain white t-shirt he was wearing. He turned around and looked over his shoulder, raising his tail slightly and showing off his tight teenage ass which the shorts he was wearing showed off wonderfully. He winked at the mirror, "Looking good." he thought to himself, "I bet the guys will love these new shorts. Nice 'n' tight, really shows off my ass." he chuckled as he imagined the crowd of horny viewers he always attracted, all of them getting all pent up and frustrated as the raccoon wiggled his plump behind at them. Ethan loved to tease. He checked out the red and brown fur of his face, running a finger down the crimson stripes that ran down the fur above his eyes and made sure it was all neat and tidy. He was about to do some more preening when he heard a loud "boop!" noise coming from his laptop. It was the sound that played when someone sent a message in his webshow's chat. He couldn't help but smirk. His regular viewers had already arrived; early as usual. The eager young raccoon climbed onto his bed, lying next to his laptop and making sure his webcam was aligned so that most of his body was visible, the view cut off just above his crotch. He checked the chat.
*Mad2Bhere: Show started yet? Fuckin' work kept me late, hope I didn't miss anything.*
*T4ilCh4ser69: Doesn't look like he's started yet, you ain't missed anything.*
*Mad2Bhere: Good, wouldn't want to miss all the teasing before the good stuff starts. Little slut loves to tease huh?*
*RaccoonF\*cker62: Damn right. Wish he'd just get on with it sometimes though. I don't want to nut before he even gets his pants off like last time.*
Ethan reached forward and typed his own message into his chat. It was already 9 o'clock, but he was sure his loyal viewers wouldn't mind waiting just a bit longer to see his little raccoon ass.
*ETHAN: Any second now, boys. Just getting ready and then this little raccoon boy'll be all yours*
*RaccoonF\*cker62: Finally. My nuts are gonna turn blue if I have to wait much longer.*
*ETHAN: Be patient, big boy. You want this slut to look good for the show, don't you?*
*RaccoonF\*cker62: You always look good, boy.*
*ETHAN: Flatterer \<3*
Ethan took a moment to ready himself, before hovering his mouse over the "Start Show!" button.
"Three... Two... One..." he whispered, before giving the button a click and resting into place. A second later his image appeared on screen, broadcasting to the roughly two dozen people who'd tuned in. He smiled and gave the camera a wink.
"'Evening boys." he said, putting on a sultry tone, "Glad you all came. Ready for the show."
*T4ilCh4ser69: Fuck yeah, boy, now get those clothes off!*
"Awr, you're so impatient!" Ethan laughed, "But you're gonna have to wait a while for that. If I strip off now you won't have anything to look forward to."
*T4ilCh4ser69: Fuck, you're a little tease, boy, you know that?*
"Oh, I know. And you big boys all love it." he smirked and licked his lips, tracing a finger down his own body and running his hand over his package, just out of site of the camera. A name popped up in the chat; one he didn't recognize. A new viewer, he assumed.
*HardWolf: Shit, this kid's cute.*
"Heh, thanks, Wolfy. I don't think I recognize your name... New here?"
*HardWolf: Yeah, friend suggested your show to me. I like what I see so far. How old are you, boy?*
"Fourteen." he answered.
*HardWolf: Murr, horny little teen raccoon. Why don't you show me what you can do?*
"Oh I'll show you." Ethan smirked, "When I'm ready."
*HardWolf: When you're ready? Yeah, well, maybe I don't like to be kept waiting. Might go somewhere else if I don't see that ass of yours soon.*
"Go on then. I'm not keeping you here." Ethan said. There was a long pause before the guy replied.
*HardWolf: Alright. I'll stay. For now. But your show better be good.*
"Mm, it'll be good. I'll make your dick blow without you even having to touch it." He grinned and pushed his hand under his shirt, running his fingers over the sandy coloured fur of his chubby belly, "So... I'm sure you'd like me to get these clothes off, eh?"
*Mad2Bhere: Fuck yeah, cub!*
"Mm, maybe I'll take them off... I don't know. It's pretty cold tonight."
*HardWolf: Shit, my buddy wasn't kidding when he said you were a tease.*
"You haven't seen anything yet, big boy." Ethan grinned and let the audience get a little look at his chubby belly. He kept looking at the chat which, at this point, was filled with a mix of messages either begging or ordering him to get his clothes off or appreciating that cute body of his, "You want this shirt off me, boys?" The chat erupted in a chorus consisting of "Yeah!" and "Fuck yeah!" Ethan looked away from the camera for a moment, pushing his hand further up his body until his fingers were slowly caressing at one of his nipples. He addressed the chat again.
"Mmm, my little raccoon nipples are all hard... How bad do you boys want to see?"
*Mad2Bhere: So fucking bad... Get that shirt off for us, boy.*
*T4ilCh4ser69: C'mon, you li'l tease, show us!*
"Mm, you boys really want to see, huh?" Ethan smirked, "Well... I guess I'll be nice and show you." The chat gave their applause as Ethan slowly stripped of his shirt, revealing his chubby belly to the now three dozen viewers who were watching him. He dropped his shirt off the bed once he'd stripped himself of it and left his chest and belly bare for his viewers to see. He placed one hand on his belly and stroked it while his other hand went up to his nipple and gave it a soft squeeze. The young raccoon gave a soft moan as he toyed with the sensitive flesh before looking into the camera, a horny, slutty grin on his face. "How's that, boys? You like this cub's body?"
*HardWolf: Fuck yeah... Love to get my mouth round those nips of yours.*
"Heh, you dirty wolfy. What else would you do to me?" Ethan licked his lips at the camera, still playing with his nipple. He felt like such a dirty, naughty cub. So many grown men were watching him do this, were watching him touching himself... And they were going to be watching him do a lot more than that before the night was over. Ethan's father was blissfully unaware of his son's show. His job meant he had to work late, often very, very late into the night. It wasn't unusual for the older raccoon to get home far past midnight if he'd gotten deep enough into his work, and he and Ethan's mother being divorced meant the young raccoon had the house to himself most nights.
*HardWolf: I'd pin you down, suck on your nips then flip you over and fuck your little fuckhole.*
"Mrrrr, naughty boy..." Ethan breathed, "Bet you'd give my slut hole a good, hard pounding, huh?"
*HardWolf: Damn fucking right. Shove my cock right inside you and rape your tight little ass until I blew my load inside you.*
Ethan let out a soft gasp, his crotch tingling as he imagined taking a big, hard wolf cock deep inside his ass. He reached down with his left hand, his right hand still rubbing at his nipple. His hand wandered off camera and the young raccoon started rubbing at the growing bulge in his shorts. He gave a soft moan and spoke up, his voice soft and breathy.
"Fuck, you're getting me all hard in my little shorts..." He gasped, giving his growing length a squeeze.
*HardWolf: Show us, slut.*
"Not yet." Ethan smirked, "You'll get a good eyeful of me later, don't worry." he paused for a moment, groping and stroking myself before speaking up again, "I'm a virgin, you know."
*HardWolf: Fuck, cub, a virgin? Never been fucked before?*
"That's what "virgin" means." Ethan said.
*HardWolf: Sassy bitch. Love to get my cock in your ass and pop your cherry good.*
"Heh, maybe you will one day, big boy..." Ethan breathed, "This slut needs a good man to fuck his ass... Now tell me what else you big, strong men would do to this innocent boy."
*Mad2Bhere: I'd grab your head fur and ram my cock down your throat.*
*T4ilCh4ser69: Hell yeah. I'd blow my load all over your cute little face.*
"Ohh, goddamn, boys, you're making this cub so hard!" He gasped, gripping his cock through his shorts, his length now fully hard and straining against his underwear, begging for release. "You want to see?"
*T4ilCh4ser69: Hell yeah! Let's see that dick of yours, slut boy!*
*HardWolf: Yeah, let's see it!*
"Mm, well since you guys have been so well behaved tonight..." He shifted off his bed, moving his laptop a bit so his audience could get a better look as the slutty young raccoon stood up in front of the webcam, his whole half-naked body visible for his watchers. He smirked as the chat erupted with messages complimenting the hard bulge in his shorts.
*HardWolf: Fuck, he's a big boy, huh?*
*RaccoonF\*cker62: Damn right he is. C'mon, cub, show us the goods!*
"Damn you guys are impatient tonight!" Ethan laughed and put his hands behind his head, stretching his body and thrusting his hips forward, his cock twitching against the inside of his clothes, "But you regulars know how this naughty boy loves to tease. I think I'll take my time..." He ran his hand over his hard bulge again, giving it a good hard squeeze and showing off the outline of his throbbing boner. The chat was going crazy. It was flooded with messages from so many horny men. There were so many messages ordering or begging him to strip off, some admiring his body and telling the young cub what they'd do to him. They all just made Ethan hornier. He turned around, presenting his rump to the audience and bending over, sticking his ass out for them. He was such a naughty, filthy boy. Such a shameless, horny little slut. And he knew it. He wondered what his father would say if he knew he did this kind of thing. He'd be shocked, no doubt, but the thought of his father finding out about this turned him on more. He was so, so naughty. He needed to be punished. He reached back and grabbed his ass, giving it a good, hard squeeze before slapping his rump and letting out a loud moan.
"Mm, this is all for you, boys!" He called back to the audience, "This innocent little cub ass is all yours to fuck!" He couldn't see the chat from where he was but he knew it was just full of comments describing, in great detail, what his horny viewers would do to him. He moaned and groaned, giving his ass another slap. They were all jerking off. All of them. He just knew it, and it made his cock throb just thinking about it. Several dozen big men watching him act like a whore online while they stroked their cocks to his little show...
He turned around again and slowly approached the webcam, the tent in his shorts bobbing up and down with every step.
"Mmm, say something dirty to me, boys. If I like what I read I'll even consider stripping these shorts off..." It only took a second for the messages to come pouring in. They all talked about how they'd fuck him hard, shove their cocks in his ass, his mouth, fuck his throat hard until they blew inside him, a few even volunteering to double penetrate the young cub's virgin ass. It was as Ethan was going through the myriad of messages, his cock twitching between his legs, that he noticed an unfamiliar name. Another new viewer?
*BlackTigerCock: Where's your daddy, boy?*
"My daddy?" Ethan asked, "Heh, he's at work. I have the place to myself."
*BlackTigerCock: That right? What's he do?*
Ethan scowled at that. What an odd, boring question to ask during a stripshow.
"I don't know the details. Some crappy office job he has to work late at sometimes.
*BlackTigerCock: He know you do this?*
"The show? No, 'course not!" Ethan answered, "I'd be in so much trouble if he found out. He might even punish me. Give my poor ass a good, hard spanking..." it was at that point that some of his other viewers decided to call out this new viewer on his odd choice of questions.
*RaccoonF\*cker62: C'mon, man, what's with the dumbass questions? Just tell the boy how you want to fuck him already!*
This "BlackTigerCock" just ignored them and resumed his questioning.
*BlackTigerCock: Bet your dad's away from home a lot.*
"Ah, kinda... He tries to take weekends off... But most nights he's away... Hey, Raccoon Fucker's right, what's with the weird questions?"
*BlackTigerCock: I just like to know the sluts I watch online on a more personal level is all. You know how dangerous this kind of thing is, don't you? Letting complete strangers watch you like this?*
"Huh? You some kinda troll or something? What, you think you can scare me or some shit?"
*BlackTigerCock: Of course not. I'm just concerned is all. Lots of dangerous people online, you know.*
"Yeah, whatever, creep. Fuck off." Ethan clicked the stranger's name and clicked the little "Block" button that appeared. A message popped up in the chat indicating that the strange viewer had been blocked from his stream successfully. Ethan nodded and addressed the rest of his viewers, "Sorry 'bout that, guys. Fuckin' creep."
*Mad2Bhere: Don't worry about it, kid. You want to take a break or something? That guy was seriously fuckin' creepy.*
"Heh, nah, I'm good. I've dealt with creepy assholes like him before. Comes with the job, y'know? So, where were we?"
*HardWolf: I think you were getting ready to show us your cock.*
"Nice try. I was deciding whether or not to take off these shorts, wasn't I? Well... I did like what I saw before that creeper showed up... Hmm, I guess you guys have earned a little peek..." He stepped away from the webcam, making sure his entire body was in shot before turning around, presenting his rump to the camera and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He slowly lowered them down, giving the audience a small peek at the red pair of briefs he was wearing, "You want to see, boys?" He breathed, "Heh, since you guys have been so good tonight..." He smiled back at the webcam as he wiggled his tight little ass and lowered his shorts, pulling them below his buttcheeks but making sure he kept his underwear on. He wasn't going to let the audience see everything just yet. Ethan kept teasing them, slipping his shorts slowly down his brown-furred legs until they landed in a heap on the floor. He stepped out of them, now dressed in nothing but his underwear.
"Enjoying the view?" He asked, bringing his hands back and placing them on his plump asscheeks, "I bet you guys would love to get a handful of this, wouldn't you?" He slipped a hand inside his underwear and started stroking his rump.
*HardWolf: Show us more, cub!*
Ethan leaned over towards the laptop to get a better look at the chat and grinned as he saw the amount of people begging to see his cock. He slowly turned towards the webcam.
"Mm, you want to see my hard li'l cub cock?" He asked, now facing the webcam and showing off his hard, throbbing bulge to his viewers. He reached down and stroked at it, "Fuck I'm so hard for you guys... I can't wait to strip off and jerk off for all of you."
*HardWolf: So do it, slut!*
"Now? Hmm, I don't know... I'm having fun teasing you guys..." He squeezed his cock through his briefs, letting out a loud moan as he gave his throbbing cock tip a good squeeze, "Ohh, damn, I'm so horny though..."
*Mad2Bhere: Show us, cub! Get those briefs off!*
"Well... I dunno..." He took a couple of slow steps towards his webcam, making sure they could get a good few of his throbbing package, "I do like to tease... But you boys seem extra horny tonight... Maybe I'll be nice..." He gave the camera a smirk, ever so slowly taking the waistband of his undies into his hands. He lowered his underwear, pulling the back of them down below his asscheeks but making sure to keep his erect dick covered. The entire chat was drooling over him. They all wanted an eyeful of his throbbing raccoon cock. He gave it a few moments, making sure to drag it out as long as he could, until he finally decided to give the fans what they wanted.
He pulled his underwear down, dropping them to the floor and letting his now naked cock spring to attention. The chat erupted with various messages practically worshipping the raccoon boy's cock. Ethan gripped it in his hand and gave it a good, slow stroking.
"You like it, guys? This is all for you." He let out a soft sigh as he played with himself, thrusting his hips forward and showing off everything he had to his viewers. He cupped his heavy, furry balls in his hand and gave them a good rubbing, his other hand squeezing his shaft tight and stroking his cock. After a few moments of stroking and appreciating the myriad of comments complimenting his body, Ethan decided to let the crowd see his other side and turned around, bending over and giving the camera a good shot of his plump ass. He shook his rump a bit, swishing his tail back and forth, keeping his hole strategically covered with the bushy appendage. He looked back and winked at the camera, slowly lifting his tail but keeping his entrance covered. Ethan reached back and placed his hands on his asscheeks, giving them a good, hard squeeze and letting out a soft, submissive whimper. He smirked at the audience, "Alright boys," he said, "you want an eyeful of my slutty li'l boy hole?" The chat was going wild. Ethan had been doing this kind of thing for a while; he knew how to act and what to say to drive the crowd wild. He decided to cut his viewers a break and give them a real good look. He raised his tail, showing his tight, fuckable little hole to the camera. He gripped his cheeks and pulled them apart so that his viewers got a nice look at his taint. He looked back at the chat and read through the messages that were pouring in.
*RaccoonF\*cker62: Look at that slutty ass. Love to get my dick right up there, turn it into a nice fucking cum dump.*
*HardWolf: Damn, me too. Bet it's tight as all hell.*
*Mad2Bhere: Bend over for us, bitch, show us that cute slut hole of yours!*
"Here it is, boys. All for you. Slutty raccoon boy needs a good, hard cock in his ass." He bent over further, sticking his ass right out and lifting his tail high, his hard length twitching and throbbing between his legs, begging for attention. He started running his finger down his crack, letting out a little moan as he felt it tickle his virgin hole. He let out a quivering breath as he rubbed himself, pressing his digit against his ass.
"You boys want a better look? Why don't I lie down and start jerking myself for you?" The crowd cheered him on. With a little smirk, Ethan moved his laptop and lay down on the bed, making sure his whole body was still in frame and that the audience had a good view of his aching cock. He adjusted the webcam slightly so the viewers could see better, and then he got to work. He spread his legs wide and gripped his cock tight, stretching his body out and letting everyone see every inch of him. He let out a pleasured groan and stroked himself, working his hand up and down his throbbing dick, closing his eyes and bucking his hips into his hand.
"Mmm... Oh fuck..." He gasped, running a finger over his sensitive tip and sending shivers through his chubby cub body. He looked over at the chat.
*HardWolf: Finger yourself.*
Ethan let out a soft murring thought at just the thought. He wasted no time and lifted his legs up, reaching down with his free hand and rubbing a finger against his hole before shoving it inside himself.
"Ohhh!" He cried out in pleasure, his virgin taint stretching around his finger, "Oh that's good!" He stroked himself faster, pre-cum oozing from his tip and covering the light brown fur of his fingers. He bit his lower lip. He was such a shameless, dirty boy. A horny little slut for big, older men to jerk off over. He shoved his finger in deep, his body tensing as he fingered his fuck hole while his hand worked furiously over his cock. He checked the view count. Over one hundred people watching. One hundred people watching him playing with himself, fingering his ass, jerking his cock... All of them horny and jerking off over him. The mere thought turned Ethan on so much. He ran his thumb over his tip, giving a loud, high pitched moan as he smeared his pre all over his fingers. He thrust his finger in as deep as he could, exploring his own hole and stretching himself good and wide.
"I'm such a horny boy!" Ethan cried out, "I'm such a dirty little slut boy! T-Tell me what you'd do to me!" He gasped, looking to the chat, "Tell me how hard you'd fuck me!" He kept jerking as he read the chat which was now filled with messages telling him how they'd use his ass. Messages saying how they want to ram their cocks down his throat and in his ass, pound him good and hard until he was filled with their cum. His whole body tensed and his balls clenched as the young raccoon's climax steadily built up.
"Ohh f-fuck! I'm close! So close!" He whimpered out, cock throbbing and pulsing, his fur matted with pre. He bucked his hips and humped into his hand, still working his finger in and out of his ass. He clenched his teeth. Ethan knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he tried his best to make this last as long as he could. He eventually had to give into his body's whims and, with a loud cry of pleasure, he blew his load all over his body, covering the fur of his tubby belly with the stuff as he continued to work furiously over his cock, pumping more and more of the stuff from his length, his fur soon becoming matted with the stuff. The crowd applauded as they watched him cum. There were plenty of messages saying how they themselves had cum while watching the horny raccoon and complimenting how much Ethan could shoot.
The young camwhore let out a soft sigh and lay back on his bed, relaxing, slowly slipping his finger out of his ass with a gasp and he let go of his spent, softening cock. He gasped and panted, exhausted, and turned to the camera.
"H-Hope you boys enjoyed the show." He winked.
*HardWolf: That was fucking amazing. Gotta thank my buddy for suggesting you.*
*Mad2Bhere: Hot as always, kiddo.*
*T4ilCh4ser69: Must have blown my load half a dozen times tonight. Same time tomorrow, hot stuff?*
"Yeah. Same time tomorrow. Thanks for watching, guys. Hope you didn't make too much of a mess. See you tomorrow!" He smiled and gave the camera another wink before raising his fingers to his lips and slowly licking the cum from them, murring softly and swallowing his salty seed. And with that, his show was over for the night. After saying goodbye to his loyal viewers, he stopped the broadcast and returned to the streaming site's main page. He was about to lie back and relax when he noticed something... A red "1" next to his inbox. Somebody had messaged him. He shrugged; it was probably a fan of his sending him dick pics again. Well, he never said no to dick pics, so he clicked on his inbox.
"Huh?" He tilted his head curiously... The PM he'd gotten was from someone called "BlackTigerCock"... Ethan was confused. That was the creeper from earlier, but Ethan remembered blocking him. He shouldn't have been able to message him. He was confused, and slightly worried, but managed to convince himself this was someone else. Maybe the guy he blocked had a zero in his name instead of an O. The message had no title, which made the whole thing even more mysterious to him and he curiously clicked it. He gulped as he read it.
*Shouldn't have blocked me, cub. Now I won't be half as gentle.*
Ethan hesitated, staring at the screen for what felt like hours. He wasn't sure what the stranger meant, but he knew he was being threatened. He clicked onto the stranger's profile, which was mainly blank, save for his watchlist and favourites, but that wasn't what he was there for. He hastily clicked on the "block user" button before going back to his inbox to delete the message. There. He wasn't going to hear from "BlackTigerCock" for a while. He closed his browser and lay back in his bed. The message still frightened him a bit, but he put it out of his head. It was probably some asshole trying to scare him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had done something like that; sent him creepy PM's or emails and the like. Like he'd told the chat; it came with the job. If you jerk off for random guys on the Internet then you're bound to attract some creepy motherfuckers at some point. With a nonchalant shrug, Ethan closed his laptop and went to turn off his lights. He was tired after his show and just wanted to go to bed. Lights out, laptop closed, the raccoon climbed into bed and closed his eyes. As much as he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about that message...
*Now I won't be half as gentle.*
He couldn't stop wondering what that meant. Gentle? Gentle how? Was he hinting that the creeping he'd been doing that night was about to get worse? Ethan shook his head and tried to forget it. He was being paranoid. It was just some jerk who decided to fuck with him is all. It was nothing. He closed his eyes tight and tried to sleep. It took a while, but he eventually managed to drift off, consciousness soon leaving the young raccoon who was still covered in his own cum, too tired to even clean up after himself.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"You staying late again?" Ethan asked, his phone held to his ear.
"Yeah, I've gotta sort out these forms and accounts. Will you be okay by yourself again?" His father's voice replied from the other end.
"Sure, I'm used to it by now." Ethan chuckled.
"Hey, don't say that, it makes it sound like I'm never around..." His father said.
"Heh, sorry... But yeah, I'll be fine. I mean, I have my video games and junk food to keep me company."
"Good. I worry about you, son. Maybe I should hire a babysitter or something, a boy your age shouldn't be left alone like this."
"Dad, I'm fine, I can handle myself."
"That's what every fourteen year old thinks."
"Yeah, well... I mean it. I'll be fine."
"If you say so, kiddo. Ah, I gotta go. That asshole Matthews is yelling at me to get some work done. Lazy fucker should get off his ass and practice what he preaches sometimes."
"Heh, have fun, Dad." Ethan chuckled, hesitated, and then spoke up again, "Hey, Dad?"
"Hm? What's up, Son?"
"You, uh... You know a bit about computers, right?"
"Yeah, why? Your laptop acting up?"
"No, just... Um... Would someone be able to track someone down through... You know what, never mind, it's nothing."
"Huh? No, I want to hear it, what were you going to say?"
"It's nothing, really! I just... Ah, they showed some kinda Internet safety video in class the other day, it said people could use the internet to track you down and kidnap you and shit..."
"Language. But I see why you're worried. Heh, don't worry, kiddo, unless they're really good, and I mean cop-show-level good, then they'd have to get some sort of malware or virus onto your machine, unless you gave them your IP address or something."
"Ah. Good. Well I don't think I have any viruses or anything, and I'm not really sure what an IP address is-"
"Or unless you connected to some kind of unprotected streaming service or something. But, like I said, unless they're really good at that stuff they'll have a hard time tracking you down." Ethan's blood ran cold.
"O...kay... I see. Hey, I gotta go now, catch you later?"
"Sure. You sound worried, everything okay?"
"Yeah... I guess... I mean, yeah, I'm fine. Um, bye, Dad."
"Bye, Son." with that, they hung up. Ethan immediately went up to his room and sat on his bed.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Fuck!" He cursed aloud, "No, come on, this is bullshit. This isn't TV, nobody's gonna track me down and kidnap me or anything..." He checked the time, "Thirty minutes 'till my show..." He considered skipping today. He could make a post on his account about how he'd been stricken with some kind of sudden illness and couldn't stream today. His watchers would understand.
"No... No, I can't do that. That's what that asshole wants; that's why people like that troll people like me, to get them to stop doing what they're doing. I won't give him the satisfaction. Show's going on as normal. Fuck I'm thirsty. Maybe I can sneak one of Dad's beers from the fridge without him knowing. He got up from his bed and left his room, closing the door behind him before going downstairs and into the kitchen. He checked the fridge.
"Awr, Dad's only got that crappy tasting generic beer... Whatever, I think I need to be drunk after last night." He grabbed a can and closed the fridge door, opening his beer and taking a sip, wincing as the bitter taste hit his tongue, "How can Dad drink this crap?" He grunted and went back upstairs, pushing past his ajar door and closing it behind him. He took a couple steps towards his bed and froze up.
"Drinking your Daddy's beer? Oh, you really are a naughty cub, aren't you?" A deep voice spoke from behind him. Ethan stood stock still, his body tensing up and his hand practically crushing the can of beer in his hand, "What's wrong, camwhore? Aren't you going to say hello to a devoted fan?"
"H...Hell...o...?" Ethan whimpered in reply.
"Good cub. Turn around." The voice ordered. Ethan, scared as he was, did as he was ordered and slowly turned around to face the intruder. He gulped as he was met with a big, beefy tiger, nearly twice his size. Covered in black and white fur, dressed in a surprisingly casual shirt and jeans, a muscle gut pushing against his t-shirt, bright yellow eyes glaring down at the young raccoon.
"Y...you're..." Ethan whimpered.
"BlackTigerCock. Yeah. Didn't appreciate you blocking me, cub." The bigger male spoke and stepped towards Ethan who was too intimidated to step away from him. "That was pretty damn rude. I was just trying to tell you how dangerous what you're doing is." He gave a wide, toothy smirk that had the smaller raccoon shuddering.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I thought you were being-"
"Thought I was being creepy, yeah?" The tiger growled, "Yeah, I know. Doesn't matter anyway, I got around your block. Saw the rest of your show. Slutty little fucker as always."
"A-As always?"
"Yeah. You think that was your first show I watched? I've been watching you for a while. I just love your show, cub." He grinned and took Ethan's chin in his hand, "Jerked off plenty of times watching you strip and dance for the camera. Kept imagining what I'd do to you if I were there. You know, camwhore, I've fantasized about being a special guest on your little show for ages now."
"Special guest? Y-You want to... jerk off with me?"
"Ha! Close, cub, but no. Look at me, slut boy." He glared into Ethan's eyes, a wide, evil grin on his face, "Listen to me. You're going to do your show tonight, and you're going to introduce me as just that: your special guest. You with me?" Ethan nodded slowly, obediently, "And then we're gonna do the show together. And then..." He leaned forward slowly. Ethan could feel the warm breath of the tiger on his ear as the bigger male whispered to him, "I'm going to \_fuck\_you." He growled. Ethan whimpered, his eyes widening.
"N...no... I'm... I've never... I'm... a virgin..." He whimpered, as if saying that would deter the intruder.
"Oh, I know, boy. I heard you say so last night. And let me tell you, I'm really looking forward to popping your cherry tonight, live, on air!" He laughed wickedly.
"Y-You can't! I'll... I'll tell my fans what you're doing! This is rape! They'll call the cops!" The tiger's smirk faded and was replaced with a fear-inducing scowl.
"I fucking wouldn't, kid. Because after I'm done here, I'm going to leave you here, and I'm going to go home. But if you so much as fucking hint to your pervy little fanbase that I'm raping you, you'll be coming with me."
"W-What?" Ethan asked.
"You heard me." The tiger growled, "If you step outta line, I'll drag you out of here, shove you in my car and drive you back to my place. Then... I think I'll lock you in my basement. Tie you up, keep you there and use you whenever I want. You listening, camwhore?!"
"Y-Yes!" Ethan gasped, staring up at the big, intimidating feline.
"Good boy. You promise to behave?"
"Y-Yes, I promise..." Ethan said.
"Yeah, good slut." He checked the clock on Ethan's wall, "Ten minutes. You're starting at the regular time, aren't you, cub?" Ethan just nodded. "Good. Now, remember what you gotta do. Start the stream as normal, then introduce me. I'll take it from there."
"O-Okay..." Ethan said.
"One thing before we get started though..." He went over to Ethan's laptop and looked through it before he found the raccoon's email. "Who the fuck uses Gmail...? Whatever." Ethan saw the tiger fish out a card from his pocket and check it. After peaking over at it, Ethan recognized it as one of his Dad's business cards... The tiger must have gone through his house and found it. Ethan was curious what he was going to do with it though. He watched as the tiger opened up a new email and copied his father's email from the card into the "Send" box.
"W-What are you-"
"Quiet, camwhore." The tiger said. He typed into the "Subject" box and named it simply "Hi, Daddy!" before moving on to the email itself.
"Hi, Daddy! I found something you'll like! Watch this ;)"
Ethan went wide eyed in horror as the tiger copied and pasted his webshow's URL into the email.
"N-No! What are you doing?!" Ethan cried out and rushed the tiger, but was easily pushed away by the stronger feline, "N-No, please!" Too late. The "Send" button was already clicked and the email on its way. The next time Ethan's father checked his emails, he was going to find a link to his son's sexy webshow. The tiger went back to Ethan's page and looked over at him, grinning evilly.
"I just thought your daddy would want to see what his boy gets up to when he's not around."
"I... I can't do this, what if my Dad sees?!"
"Oh, I'm sure he will. Maybe he'll like it. Seeing his boy used like some cheap streetside whore..." Ethan whimpered and glared at the tiger hatefully.
"You... You bastard!" He yelled. The tiger practically leapt to his feet and towered over the teenager, glowering down at him. Any sense of courage or defiance Ethan felt immediately ebbed from his body and he cowered in fear of the tiger.
"Tsk, you suck dick with that mouth, boy?" He growled, "Apologize."
"I'm... I'm sorry..." Ethan whimpered.
"Good boy." He stepped away from the raccoon and turned to face him and his laptop, "Show should start soon. Get ready." Ethan just nodded in reply. He didn't have a choice. He could fight back or run, but the tiger looked so big, so strong... He knew he wouldn't be able to fight or outrun him. Time went by and the two of them just stood there, an awkward silence hanging in the air as they both counted down the seconds until it was time for the show.
"Now." The tiger said, the moment the clock hit nine, "Go on." Ethan lay on his bed as he usually did, his laptop by his side. He hovered the mouse over the "Start Show!" button and hesitated...
"P...Please don't make me do this... I'll..." He gulped, "I'll do anything just... don't make me broadcast this..."
"Awr, what's wrong? Little camwhore getting stage fright?" The tiger laughed, "Well, tough shit, boy. Now start the show!" Ethan looked at the tiger and then back to his laptop. Without any other alternative, he started the broadcast and his image appeared on screen.
"H-Hey, guys! Glad you could make it..." He considered trying to hint at his viewers that something was wrong, but he didn't want to anger the tiger. The thought of being tied up in his basement, used like some sort of sex slave... He couldn't risk that.
*Mad2Bhere: Hey, cub! Looking good as always!*
*HardWolf: I had to come back after last night's show! So, what you got planned tonight?*
Ethan gulped at the question. The tiger glared at him and nodded slowly.
"I... Um, I actually have something special planned tonight..." He said. He hesitated and gulped nervously before continuing, "I have... a special guest tonight."
*Mad2Bhere: Special guest?*
*RaccoonF\*cker62: Wait, are we gonna see the little slut get fucked tonight?*
*T4ilCh4ser69: Aw shit, and I wanted to be the one to pop the little whore's cherry!*
"Ah, y-yep! Um..." He looked at the tiger, who had been out of shot until now when he decided to step up to the raccoon, making himself visible to the viewers.
"Hey. You guys don't need to know my name, all you need to know is that I'll be fucking this dirty camwhore tonight." Ethan gulped nervously as he spoke.
*HardWolf: Damn! Look at that stud! This gonna be good!*
*Mad2Bhere: Shit, be gentle with the li'l guy, you look like you could break him.*
The tiger laughed at that.
"Gentle? Awr, the li'l slut doesn't need me to be gentle, do you, boy?" he chuckled and gave Ethan's ass a good, hard slap, squeezing his rump through the shorts he was wearing. Ethan gasped in surprise and whimpered in reply, "So, I don't like wasting time, so let's get the show going. On your feet, fucktoy!" He grabbed the raccoon and dragged him off the bed. Ethan just let out a sudden, surprised cry as he was forced to his feet and shoved against the wall. The tiger checked the laptop to make sure they were both in frame, which they were, before returning his attention back to the cub he had in his grasp.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you." The tiger growled before leaning forward and kissing at Ethan's neck.
"Ohh!" Ethan gasped out, his body shivering as he felt the tiger form a tight seal with his mouth, his tongue working over the fur of his neck while he sucked and kissed at it. Ethan struggled and gasped, letting out involuntary moans as the tiger kissed him. He could feel the feline stick a hand under Ethan's shirt and start stroking at his belly, running his hand all over his body, caressing his fur, his fingers running softly across his belly, his sides, his back, making the smaller male shudder at his touch before moving his hands slowly upwards until he felt his fingers rubbing across Ethan's stiff, nipples.
"Ohh! Oh, p-please... It's...it's too much..."
"Mrrr, you love it, cub." The tiger breathed into his ear, "Damn I love how much you moan. Haven't even started yet and you're already whimpering like a bitch!" He gave one of Ethan's sensitive nipples a good, hard squeeze.
"Ahh! Oh fuck! Ohh!" Ethan gasped and whimpered and struggled, "Please...!" The tiger didn't reply, but instead slowly ran his tongue up the teen's neck, his breath warming the raccoon's fur. Ethan whimpered as the tiger moved upwards and slowly, teasingly licked up the boy's ear. Ethan couldn't help but shudder as the stronger male whispered to him.
"Gonna have so much fun with you, cub." He breathed, his voice low, raspy, only slightly above growling, "Gonna use you good and hard, make you moan real nice. Wonder if your daddy's tuned in yet." Ethan blushed deeply at that and whimpered. His father was at work, he'd be busy, there's no way he'd have the time to check out a random link sent to him. Ethan couldn't help but worry though. What if his father did click the link? What if he was watching right now? Watching as he went all limp and submissive for the big tiger? He considered trying to break away, or begging his audience for help, maybe beg them to call the cops... No, he couldn't. He remembered the tiger's threats. If he stepped out of line he'd be dragged off with him, locked in his cellar, kept as some sort of sex toy. He put all thoughts of resisting out of his head and let the tiger do what he wanted.
Ethan wriggled and moaned in the tiger's grasp as his ear was licked and nibbled, his neck kissed and suckled. He caught a glimpse of the chat. It was going wild; there were already over a hundred viewers, and most of them were cheering the raccoon and tiger on. The tiger turned to the camera.
"How 'bout I tear this little slut's clothes off already, eh?" He smirked. Messages came pouring in, begging the tiger to hurry and wrench the raccoon boy's clothing from him. There were a few comments pointing out how uncomfortable Ethan seemed to be acting during the whole thing, but the majority of comments were egging the tiger on, "Heh, you got it, boys!" The tiger laughed and grabbed the teen's shirt.
"N-No!" Ethan gasped and struggled, but stopped when the tiger glared down at him. Remembering his threats, Ethan shut up and let the tiger do as he wished. He grunted as he felt the bigger male tugging at his shirt, pulling it up his body hastily, giving harsh, rough tugs at the garment until he'd finally stripped the young raccoon's torso. He flung the shirt to the floor and gazed down at topless boy.
"Fuck, you're even hotter in person." He smirked and ran a finger slowly down Ethan's body, running it over one of his nipples and forcing a gasp from his throat. Ethan felt the tiger trace his finger down his tubby belly, tickling him slightly, his finger soon reaching the top of the raccoon's shorts. Ethan gazed up at him, eyes begging for mercy, but his mouth remaining closed. The tiger moved his hand further down and got a sudden gasp from the teen as he cupped Ethan's crotch, gripping his bulge firmly and giving it a good rub. The tiger let out a low growl and leaned in close, his mouth coming close to Ethan's ear yet again.
"You're a slut." He whispered, "What are you?" Ethan remained silent, "What are you, boy?!" His grip on Ethan's crotch tightened.
"Ahh! A-A slut!" He gasped.
"Now tell our loyal viewers that." The tiger growled, relaxing his grip and continuing to rub Ethan's still clothed sheath and balls. Ethan turned his head towards the camera.
"I'm... I'm a slut." He said.
"Like you mean it." The tiger growled.
"I'm a slut!" Ethan gasped, the tiger's hand expertly working over his package, "I'm a dirty, naughty little slut!"
"Good boy!" The bigger male continued to molest the helpless raccoon, getting a loud moan from him when he clamped his mouth around his neck once again and started kissing him.
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*Ping*! James, the middle-aged raccoon, father of young Ethan, heard the sound of his office computer notifying him of an email. He let out a disgruntled sigh, adjusting his glasses and staring at the documents laid out in front of him. He shook his head; so much work for one raccoon. And that email was doubtless from one of his co-workers or managers demanding more work from him. He turned his attention to his computer and clicked onto his email. He let out a curious noise when he caught site of a familiar email atop the mass of spam emails that his filter had missed trying to sell him cheap Viagra.
"That's Ethan's email." He said, "What's he doing messaging my work email?" the email's title was the next thing that caught his eye, "Hey, Daddy...? When's he ever called me Daddy before?" Curiously, he clicked the email.
*Hi, Daddy! I found something you'll like! Watch this ;)*
Below that was a URL. James just sighed.
"He knows better than to send me random videos when I'm at work." He said, "I'll watch it when I get home." He was about to click off his email and get back to work, but stopped. He looked at the URL curiously and eventually just shrugged, "Screw it, maybe it's a funny cat video. Could do with something cute and funny to watch right about now." He clicked the link.
It took a moment to load, the internet connection at work wasn't the best, but he found himself brought to a site called "PrivateCams.com"... He raised a curious eyebrow, wondering what kind of site his son had linked him to. The name sounded vaguely like some sort of porn site. Sure enough, as the video buffered, he saw the chat messages on the side. Full of horny men talking about some filthy slut boy who was apparently being groped and made out with. What in the world was Ethan doing sending him this kind of stuff? Maybe he thought his father could do with some unwinding after working so hard, and he wasn't wrong. James had to admit, sending him some hardcore porn to help him unwind from working was a nice sentiment. But why on Earth did he have to send it to him while he was at work? He was about to click off the site when the video fully loaded. He froze up, his brain taking a few seconds to fully process what he was seeing.
"What...the fuck?" He breathed, his eyes wide with shock. On the screen, being broadcast to over two hundred people, was his son, pinned against the wall, topless, by a bulky, black-furred tiger who towered over the young teen, a strong hand on the raccoon's crotch and his mouth on his neck. James heard his son whimpering and moaning, confused noises escaping the older raccoon's throat as Ethan cried out:
"I'm a slut! A filthy little slut boy!" Was this some kind of joke? A prank or something? No... It couldn't be. That was Ethan; he knew his own son when he saw him. That tiger was in his house, in his son's room, kissing and groping the young raccoon while he squirmed in the tiger's grasp.
A million thoughts ran through his head at once. He needed to close the window. He needed to get home; beat the shit out of that bastard; call the cops; do something! He tried to force himself out of his office chair but found himself frozen, unable to move, his eyes trained on the computer screen. The tiger kept kissing at Ethan's neck while he groped his package until the feline grew bolder and slipped his hand inside the raccoon's shorts.
"Ohh!" Ethan moaned out submissively, his hips giving an involuntary thrust into the tiger's hand. James's fists clenched. Why couldn't he move? That was his son there, letting that tiger fondle and grope him like that, he needed to get home! He kept telling himself that; that he needed to get home... But he didn't move. He just kept watching, eyes wide, mouth open, a strange feeling running through his body as he watched his own son being manhandled. The tiger kept kissing and groping the younger raccoon, fondling his crotch and making Ethan whimper under him.
"Mm, big cub." The tiger whispered to him, too quiet for the stream to pick up. Ethan just blushed deeply, "Why don't we get these shorts of yours off already?"
"Mm...!" Ethan gasped submissively as the tiger slowly licked up his ear seductively and gripped his shorts. James just stared in disbelief. Was the tiger actually going to do it? Strip his son of the last of his clothing, leave him completely naked for the hordes of horny men watching? As if in answer to James's disbelief, the tiger yanked Ethan's shorts down, letting them drop to his ankles, pulling down his underwear with him, leaving him totally naked. James couldn't help but check out the chat. There were dozens of messages talking about how they were loving the show, talking about how they were jerking off while watching the two males. James felt a lump in his throat. They were all jerking off to his own son, his own flesh and blood. They all had their eyes on the young raccoon as this big tiger had his way with him... James felt so violated. This was happening to his own boy, in his own home... The tiger gripped Ethan's sheath and started rubbing it, smirking down at him wickedly. James licked his lips, staring at what was happening on screen. It was then that he realized that, while all this was happening to his son, James had been touching himself, rubbing his hand against the crotch of his pants. He gasped and pulled his hand away, shocked with himself. What was he doing? That was his own son on there! This was horrible, perverted, wrong! But holy fuck was it hot...
His hand trembled slightly and James slowly moved it towards his crotch. He shouldn't... He couldn't, could he? As if answering his question, James felt his cock twitch, emerging from his sheath and pressing against his boxer shorts. Unable to stop himself, James put his hand back on his crotch and gave his growing member a squeeze through his pants. The tiger was starting to strip himself off at this point, tearing his shirt off and kicking off his shoes, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and pulling them off.
"Oh fuck..." James gasped, his eyes locked onto the semi-hard monster between the tiger's legs. Not fully hard yet and it was already an impressive size, and goddamn was it thick. James's cock gave another twitch as he imagined that thing being used on his son.
"Like it, boy?" The tiger growled, "Why don't you give it a good rubbing, camwhore?" He grabbed Ethan's hand and placed it on his growing shaft. Ethan gasped, the warm length pressing against the fur of his palm, "Stroke it." The tiger ordered. Ethan looked up at the tiger nervously, unsure. They stared into each other's eyes, the tiger glaring down at him dominantly. Ethan considered arguing or begging for mercy for a moment, but decided to just give in. He just needed to stroke it, that was all. He took the tiger's cock in his hand and held it firmly, getting an approving moan from the big feline.
"That's it, boy. Stroke it good." Ethan did so reluctantly, running his hand up and down the shaft as he felt it pulsing and hardening in his hand. The tiger let out a low, pleasured growl as his bitch played with him. Before long his tip was leaking pre-cum with dripped down his shaft and onto Ethan's fingers. The teen didn't stop. He kept obediently stroking the bigger man's cock, working his hand up and down it slowly until he heard the tiger growl to him: "Faster". Ethan did as he was ordered and picked up the pace, getting a soft sigh and grin from the feline, "Good boy. Good little cock slut."
Up and down, Ethan worked at the tiger's cock, looking down at the big, thick cock in his hand as it grew harder and harder until the stroking he was giving it drove it to full hardness. The tiger let Ethan give his cock a few more strokes before grabbing him by the wrist, getting a surprised "Yip!" from the teen. James watched, unable to take his eyes away from that monster between the big male's legs. It was so big... Was he actually going to use that on his poor, helpless son? Ashamed as James was to admit it, his cock gave an excited twitch at the thought. Gripping Ethan's wrist firmly, the tiger brought his hand up to the raccoon's face.
"Looks like your fingers got a bit messy, cub. Clean 'em." Ethan whimpered and looked up at the tiger.
"C...Clean them?" He asked.
"You heard me!" The tiger growled, "Open your mouth and lick your fingers clean, boy!" Ethan hesitated, unsure, before the tiger just went ahead and shoved Ethan's pre-covered fingers inside his mouth.
"Mmmph!" The raccoon groaned and ran his tongue over the fur of his fingers, lapping up the tiger's pre, the salty taste filling his mouth. The tiger chuckled and gave Ethan a few moments to clean them nice and good before letting him pull his fingers from his maw.
"Good cub." He said, "But there's still one more problem..." He reached down and grabbed the young raccoon's crotch, "You're not hard yet, boy. What's wrong, not enjoying yourself? Aren't I good enough for the little whore? C'mon, let's get this dick of yours nice 'n' hard. I bet our loyal viewers would like that." He rubbed the raccoon's sheath, bringing his other hand around and gripping Ethan's plump behind. James could feel his cock growing harder, straining against his boxers, begging for attention. He squeezed it through his pants, watching as the tiger played with the younger raccoon's body. His cock felt so hard... He needed to play with it. He shook the thoughts from his mind, abhorred by the thought of pleasuring himself to this. But those thoughts refused to leave his mind. His cock demanded attention and there was little he could do to stop himself when his hand slipped into his pants and started stroking at his aching length. He let out a soft whimper, looking over at his office door, making sure it was closed, before looking back at the video... His son seemed nervous and James wasn't sure if Ethan wanted to go along with what was happening or if the tiger was blackmailing or threatening him somehow... It didn't matter. All James cared about at that moment was getting off to what was happening on screen. He unbuttoned his pants and spread his legs, gripping his cock tight and giving it a few good tugs.
Meanwhile, the tiger was still manhandling the much smaller raccoon, one hand on his sheath, the other on his ass. Ethan felt the strong, black-furred hand rubbing and squeezing at his chubby cheeks, giving them some good attention before making the teen gasp out as one of the tiger's fingers ran over his crack, rubbing against his taint softly.
"Please..." Ethan gasped, looking up at the tiger, "G...Gentle...?"
"Gentle?" The tiger breathed, "Didn't you get my message last night? I told you; there's no way I'm going to be gentle." Ethan whimpered, eyes widening as he realized what that message last night meant... He gulped nervously. He'd pissed the tiger off by blocking him, and now he was going to have to deal with whatever the big, scary feline had in store for him. Ethan shivered at the tiger's touch as the feline ran a finger over the top of his sheath. He considered resisting, trying to keep himself from getting hard despite the expert fingers working at his sheath, but he knew that if he denied him he'd likely be punished for it. He just gave in, going limp and playing along with what his tormentor wanted. It only took a few seconds for Ethan to feel his length starting to harden in the tiger's grasp, growing harder and harder as the tiger smirked and licked his lips, his own monster of a cock twitching in anticipation of having his way with the bitch. Ethan whimpered and squirmed in the tiger's grasp, his cock growing steadily harder as the bigger male moved his hand up and down his shaft. Ethan gasped when he felt the tiger's fingers running over his overly sensitive tip, his cock twitching in response and his body shivering.
"Please..." Ethan whimpered.
"Hmm? What's wrong, cub?" The tiger growled, slowly running a finger over Ethan's cock head.
"P-Please... Be gentle with me..." Ethan looked up at him pleadingly, his eyes begging for mercy. The tiger just sniggered as he glared down at him.
"Keep begging, boy. You look cute when you beg. I still ain't going easy on you." He looked down at Ethan's now throbbing hard raccoon cock, "Heh, nice. Not bad, for a cub." He smirked and pressed their bodies together, their hard, naked lengths rubbing each other. Ethan could feel the tiger's warm manhood throbbing and twitching against his own and gulped nervously. He looked down at their two cocks; the tiger's being nearly twice the size of the young raccoon's. Ethan tried to step away from him but found himself trapped between the tiger's huge, intimidating form and his bedroom wall. There was nowhere for him to run, no way for him to escape. He was trapped and helpless.
"So! What does our faithful audience think I should do with this horny slut of a cub?" He smirked and turned to the chat. Ethan's father still sat in his office, his pants tugged down below his furry balls and his hard cock throbbing in his hand, eyes trained on the screen in front of him, heart beating fast as he watched his son being touched, manhandled and humiliated in front of hundreds of viewers. The tiger looked directly into the webcam and James couldn't help but shudder at his gaze. It felt as if he was looking at him. Directly at him. As if he could see the older raccoon through the webcam, as if the look in his eyes was saying to him: "See this? This is your son I'm about to fuck... And you're going to watch. And enjoy it." James watched as the chat filled up with people requesting the tiger do all manner of things to his boy. They wanted to see Ethan fucked, used, humiliated. They wanted to see the boy's lips wrapped around the tiger's huge cock and wanted to see the feline covering the slut's face with his cum. James could feel his blood run cold as he read the comments. But still, despite how bad and how dirty he felt, he kept stroking himself. He couldn't stop himself. He kept jerking off as he watched the tiger groping and touching his own son. James was a naughty raccoon. A filthy, shameless raccoon. But he didn't care, he just kept working at his cock, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.
*Spank him*
James's heart leapt in surprise when he saw the chat message.
*He's been a bad boy, doing all this stuff behind his daddy's back. Think he needs to be punished.*
The tiger spoke up.
"Heh, spanking, eh? You guys think the naughty cub here needs a good spanking?" Ethan whimpered at that.
"S-Spanking...?" He asked.
"You know what? I think I like that idea. They're right, you're a real naughty boy, cub." The tiger smirked down at him, an evil, menacing look on his face.
"P-Please n- ah!" Ethan gasped in surprise as the tiger suddenly gripped him by the wrists and flung him onto the bed, causing the laptop to shake slightly. The tiger walked over, taking the laptop in his hands and placing it on Ethan's bedside table, knocking the slut's lamp and alarm clock to the floor as he did. He adjusted the laptop's position slightly, making sure the webcam had a good view of the bed where he was planning on dishing out the poor cub's punishment. Once he was content with its position he went back over to Ethan before sitting down next to him.
"Come here, boy!" He ordered, his voice booming, full of dominance. He grabbed the younger male and unceremoniously dragged him over his knees, shifting a bit and getting comfortable before turning his attention to the plump raccoon ass presented in front of him. Ethan could feel the tiger's hard, throbbing cock pressing against his body as he lay across the male's legs. James's kept watching, hand working furiously up and down his cock. The tiger placed a firm hand on Ethan's rump and licked his lips in anticipation. He was going to have fun with this. He got a soft squeak from Ethan when he gave the boy's ass a good, hard squeeze, enjoying the feel of the raccoon's chubby, plump behind and the feel of his fur on his hand.
"Fuck this is a nice ass, boy." The tiger growled and ran his hand slowly up and down Ethan's cheeks, "Heh, well, no point in wasting time!" Ethan braced himself when he felt the tiger's hand move away from his ass. He knew what was coming and tried to ready himself as best he could. The tiger raised his hand high above his head before finally bringing it down hard on Ethan's furry ass.
"Ahhh!" Ethan cried out and buried his head into the bed covers, his fists clenching, burning pain spreading through his ass. The tiger slapped him again, making his bitch cry out in pain, the sound of the tiger's hand hitting his rump echoing throughout the room. Ethan whimpered and bit into the bed covers, trying hopelessly to ignore the burning, stinging pain.
"What's wrong? Can the naughty boy not take his punishment?" The tiger brought his hand down again onto Ethan's ass, managing to slap him particularly hard, the loud, harsh slapping sound making James wince as he watched.
"Fuck..." James breathed, his cock leaking pre-cum, the fur of his hand now covered in the stuff. He couldn't believe what he was watching. What that tiger was doing... That was something a parent does to their child, and yet there he was, doing it to \_his\_son. James felt so violated. The tiger had come into his home, without his permission, and was now spanking his son, and all the while James just watched. He should be calling the cops or rushing home to help his son, but he didn't. He sat there, alone in his office, jerking his cock while he watched his boy being spanked by another man. He was such a filthy, perverted raccoon.
Slap! The sound of Ethan's spanking rang in his ears as the tiger slapped his chubby little rump again and again, making sure to spank him good and hard, making the boy moan and cry out whenever he brought his hand down once again. Ethan's eyes started to water and he began to whimper and sob into his covers.
"S-Stop...!" He begged, "Stop, please!"
"Shut up, slut!" The tiger growled, giving his ass another slap, "Shut up and take your punishment you dirty little bitch!" More merciless spanks followed, "What are you?!" The tiger growled.
"Mmrph!" Ethan just groaned into the bed covers in reply.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" *Spank**!*
"Ahh! A-A dirty little bitch!" Ethan cried out.
"Louder!"
"A dirty little bitch! I'm a dirty little bitch!" Ethan moaned out as loud as he could.
"Good boy!" The tiger laughed mockingly and brought his hand down hard one last time on Ethan's stinging ass, "I think you've learned your lesson for now." With a grunt, he pushed the young raccoon off his knees and stood up, looking down at the panting Ethan, the skin of his ass visibly red under his brown and red fur. The tiger just gave a chuckle and adjusted the laptop's position yet again, making sure the webcam was in the right position to see everything he had planned next. He didn't want the viewers to miss a moment of this. He turned to face Ethan, stepping away from the bed, his cock throbbing between his legs.
"Come here." He ordered. Ethan ignored him. He just lay on the bed, panting and whimpering. The tiger raised his voice, "Come here, boy!" Ethan gave an intimidated "Yip!" at the sudden aggression in his voice and leapt to his feet as fast as he could, wincing at the pain in his ass. The tiger snapped his fingers.
"Here. On your knees."
"H-Huh?"
"Don't make me repeat myself!" The tiger growled. Ethan didn't want to anger him further. He didn't want to be punished anymore, his ass already stung enough. He obediently knelt down in front of the tiger, suddenly realizing what the bigger male had planned for him when he came face-to-crotch with the big feline. He stared at the big, fat, throbbing cock in front of him before gazing up at the tiger.
"Y...You want me to...?" He whimpered.
"Yeah." The tiger placed a firm hand on Ethan's head, gripping his hair tight, "Get it in your mouth, fuckslut. Suck me off." Ethan hesitated and stammered nervously and his tormentor soon grew impatient, "Come on, boy! You don't want to disappoint our audience, do you? If you did, then I'd \_really\_have to punish you." Ethan noted the threat in the tiger's voice with a whimper and looked back down at the pre-dripping length presented to him. The viewers were going wild. The chat was filled with messages from the horny audience, demanding the young raccoon get his mouth around that huge tiger cock.
"Getting tired of waiting, slut!" The tiger growled and forced Ethan's face into his crotch, getting a surprised groan from him as the feline's thick, musky scent assaulted his nose and flooded his senses. The tiger gripped Ethan's hair in on hand and took the base of his shaft in the other, rubbing his aching cock all over the little bitch's face, smearing his fur with his pre-cum before pushing his hardness against Ethan's mouth, "Open!" He ordered. With a reluctant whimper, Ethan did so. He slowly opened his mouth and gave a muffled gasp as he suddenly found his maw filled with the tiger's cock.
The taste immediately filled his mouth, the salty pre smearing across his tongue as the tiger's cock violated his muzzle. James watched, wide eyed, his own cock throbbing painfully between his legs as he pleasured himself. He gasped and moaned, groaning with pleasure, the speed of his strokes varying so that he didn't go over the edge too soon. He heard Ethan groaning as he was made to take that cock deep down his throat, the tiger holding onto him firmly, thrusting forward, burying inch after inch of the big, thick thing inside him.
"Your tongue, slut." The tiger gasped with pleasure, "Use it." Ethan whimpered but did as he was told and ran his tongue over the man's shaft, which at this point was covered in pre-cum which Ethan quickly lapped up. He hesitated once his mouth was full of the stuff. He didn't know what to do with it. He couldn't spit it out, not with the tiger's cock in his mouth... Was he expected to swallow? Ethan looked up at the black-furred male, hoping that wasn't the case. The tiger just stared back at him, grunting and moaning as he forced his slut to suck him off. Ethan saw no other option and hesitated before finally swallowing the thick, salty stuff reluctantly.
"Mmm... Mrrph!" Ethan's muffled protests filled the room. The tiger wasn't letting up. He kept forcing himself deeper and deeper down Ethan's throat and the poor abused teenager had to force back his gag reflex in order to take it. He squirmed and wriggled in the bigger male's grasp, but he wasn't going anywhere. The tiger made sure he stayed in place, the huge feline cock lodged firmly inside his mouth, down his throat. Before long the whole thing had been shoved inside him.
"Suck on it, fuckboy!" The tiger ordered as he started humping into the raccoon boy's mouth. Ethan could only groan and whimper as he obediently suckled on the rod in his mouth, "That's it... Fuck you've got a good mouth, bitch." He grunted and began rhythmically pounding into Ethan's maw with slow, steady thrusts. Ethan gave a soft gasp whenever he felt the tiger's cock forced down his throat yet again, forced to breathe through his nose as the tiger's member violated his mouth.
James was still watching. He watched as the tiger worked his cock in and out of his boy's mouth, gripping his head tight and face-fucking him hard. He spread his legs wide, gripping his shaft tight as he played with himself, his gasps and moans filling his office, his hand and shaft covered in pre.
"Suck it you whore..." He couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth. Part of him felt like he should stop; zip up his pants and hurry home to stop this... But his dick had other ideas. He just sat back, jerking off while the tiger raped his boy's mouth, the feeling of shame he felt mere moments ago giving way to his lust and horniness. The horny older raccoon was a slave to his own cock.
The tiger picked up the pace. His thrusting intensified and Ethan could hear his breathing becoming heavier.
"Unf! Mmph! Nghh!" Ethan whimpered around the dick in his mouth, unable to do anything as the bigger male's thrusting reached a fever pitch, his aching tip pouring thick globs of pre-cum into the slut's mouth. The tiger felt his cock and balls tensing up. He was close and Ethan could sense the tiger's body tensing. The young raccoon barely had a moment to prepare himself before he found his mouth flooded with the bigger man's thick seed, the tiger's roar of pleasure filling his ears while he came.
"Swallow it! Swallow it unless you want to be punished again, fuckboy!" Ethan did as he was commanded, the thick, warm stuff sliding down his throat. The tiger pounded away at Ethan's face for a few more moments while he came, his body awash with pleasure, shivering and closing his eyes, his teeth clenching as his nuts pumped load after load of hot tiger spunk inside Ethan's belly. Suddenly, the tiger pulled out and Ethan gasped, his face suddenly being covered in the tiger's cum. The bigger male gripped his cock and stroked it, shooting the last of his load all over his slut's face. The chat made sure to post their approval, posting messages about how they'd just blown their load while watching the tiger fucking the slutty raccoon's face while others pleaded with the tiger to go in for a second round. James stared wide eyed at his now cum-covered son, his hand still working his dick as if it were on autopilot.
"Holy fuck..." He gasped. James had seen so much porn in his lifetime, but he'd never seen anything that made his cock scream for attention as much as this... He knew he should be ashamed of himself, but that feeling had long since left him. He liked this. He \_loved\_this. He started to slow his stroking. He knew the show was far from over and he didn't want to blow his load until he saw everything the tiger was going to do to his horny fuckslut of a son.
Ethan looked up and gasped when he felt the tiger slap his cum-covered cock across his face. He rubbed his tip against his fur, smearing him in the stuff, smirking wickedly down at him.
"There, bitch. Wasn't so bad was it? Bet you loved the taste, huh?" Ethan groaned in reply, cum dripping from his mouth and landing on the light-brown fur of his tubby belly, "Awr, too much to swallow for your first time?" The tiger laughed and slapped his cock against Ethan's muzzle, "So... What do I do with you now?"
"N...Now?" Ethan asked. He'd hoped that he was finished. He'd just cum down his throat, what else did he want?
"What, you think I'd be satisfied with just getting my dick sucked? Nah, I'm not finished with you yet, you dirty li'l camwhore. Maybe I'll ask the audience!" He turned to the webcam, "Well? What do you boys want to see?" James couldn't help but look at the chat... He noticed the message at the bottom: "Signed in as "Guest": type to start chatting!" He didn't need an account to use the chat... He could post something. He gulped, his hand slowly moving away from his cock and over to his keyboard... He hesitated. Could he really do this? Take a direct part in what was happening to his son? His fingers seemed to move on their own, as if answering him. He typed in his message and hit enter, staring at the chat as he saw his message pop up.
*Fuck the slut in the ass.*
He was shocked with himself. He couldn't believe he'd done that... A ton of messages popped up in the chat. A few of them wanted to see Ethan sucking more cock, but most of them were backing up James' request. They wanted to see the slutty raccoon boy taking cock up the ass.
"You want to see him fucked, boys?" The tiger smirked. Ethan looked up in horror. He couldn't. That monster of a cock inside his ass? He knew the tiger wasn't going to use any lube either. That huge thing raping his virgin ass dry...
"Please..." Ethan whimpered.
"Please? Please, what? You begging for my cock now, boy?" The tiger chuckled mockingly, his evil smirk changing to a wicked scowl as he glared at the boy, "Remember what I said before, fuckboy. No disappointing our audience, or... Well, you know what'll happen." Ethan gulped and shivered, recalling the threat of being locked in the tiger's basement for who knows how long.
"Then... L-Lube?" He asked, a pathetic, submissive tone to his voice.
"Lube?" The tiger laughed, as if Ethan had just asked an outrageous question, "Where's the fun in that? No way, boy. I'm going in dry. On your feet!" Ethan did as he was told, leaping to his feet at the tiger's command. The bigger male traced a finger down his body, brushing his finger against his stiff nipple, ticking his body slightly and making Ethan moan at his touch. They stared into each other's eyes, Ethan's eyes pleading with the tiger to take it easy on him. The tiger didn't oblige.
Ethan suddenly found himself grabbed by the tiger and forcefully spun around. He was pushed forward and bent over the bed, his ass sticking out, exposed. He felt the feline grab his ass, giving it a few good squeezes as he got into position before grabbing Ethan's bushy tail and pulling it to the side. He purred in approval when he laid eyes on that tight ass of his.
"Mrrr, look at this little fuckhole of yours." He growled, "I can just tell you're a virgin. You look so tight." He reached down and pressed a finger against Ethan's taint, getting a sudden gasp from the boy. He rubbed his finger against his entrance, stroking and teasing it, making Ethan moan at his touch before forcing the digit forward. Ethan clenched his teeth and grunted, his hands clawing at the bedsheets. The tiger seemed to have trouble getting his finger inside of him due to how tight he was. He eventually managed to stretch Ethan's ass around his finger, pushing it inside him, his feline cock twitching, waiting to penetrate the bitch. Ethan looked over his shoulder at him.
"Nghh! S...Stop..." He whimpered. The tiger ignored him and kept giving his ass a good fingering, wriggling his finger inside him, forcing out whimpers and moans from Ethan. Before long, the tiger had gotten tired of foreplay and pulled his finger from Ethan's ass, replacing it with his hard, thick cock. Ethan gasped out when he felt the wet, warm cock tip rubbing against his taint.
"No! Plea- arrgh!" Ethan cried out his hole stretching painfully around his tormentor's huge length, squeezing it tight like a vice and eliciting loud, approving moans from the feline.
"Holy fuck! Your ass is amazing, whore!" He gasped, thrusting in deep and getting more cries of pain from the raccoon slut.
Meanwhile, James had his hand back on his cock and was rapidly stroking it. He gasped and moaned and bucked his hips into his hand, never tearing his eyes away from what was going on on-screen. The tiger kept forcing himself deeper inside his son, and James watched it all. He watched every single inch being worked into Ethan's ass, listened to every grunt, moan and whimper coming from the two rutting males, and he enjoyed every second of it.
"Mm, yeah... Fuck him good..." He breathed, his cock twitching, his body tensing. He was close. He was going to cum soon. He was going to cum watching his son being fucked up the ass.
"P...Pull out...!" Ethan begged, "Oh fuck! I-I can't... Can't take it!"
"You can take it, bitch! And you're going to fucking like it!" He thrust in deep, burying the rest of his cock deep inside him. Ethan cried out and squirmed, burying his head in his bedsheets and clenching his fists, his ass burning with pain, the huge cock of the tiger resting inside of him. The black-furred feline paused for a moment, taking a few seconds to really enjoy the tightness of Ethan's passage around his meat. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Ethan's red-tipped ears. The raccoon could feel his warm breath on him and shivered when he heard his gruff voice whispering to him.
"Remember what I said, boy?"
"H...Huh?" Ethan whimpered.
"I ain't gonna be gentle." With that, he pulled back, sliding all but the tip of his cock from Ethan's hole before thrusting in deep.
"Ahhh! F-Fuck!!" Ethan roared into his sheets, squirming underneath the tiger who gripped his sides firmly, making sure he couldn't go anywhere as he started pounding away at the raccoon's previously virgin fuckhole. The tiger pulled him close, using his ass hard, fucking him ruthlessly, treating him as if he were nothing more than a toy for him to shove his cock in.
"Mm, damn! Never fucked someone so tight before!" The tiger gasped out, "You're a tight little bitch! Say it! I want to hear you say it!"
"I-I'm a tight little bitch!" Ethan gasped, his voice muffled by the sheets he had his face buried into.
"Get your head out the fucking sheets and say it louder, whore!" He thrust in deep, making the slut cry out before lifting his head from the sheets and yelling out again.
"I'm a tight little bitch!" He roared, "I'm a tight little bitch!"
"That's a good whore!" The tiger grunted, giving the side of Ethan's ass a good, hard slap. The tiger fucked him wildly, shaking the bed with his thrusting, making Ethan whimper and cry out under him. He kept giving the raccoon's chubby little ass some good slaps every now and again, the sound of his hand hitting the slut's rump filling the room, mixing in with the sounds of the bed creaking and the two males moaning. He leaned over Ethan for better leverage, holding him tight, ploughing him hard and mercilessly, his cock throbbing and twitching inside him, filling him with pre, the cum that covered his cock doing nothing to lubricate Ethan's increasingly sore passage. Ethan let out a gasp when he felt the tiger reach around and start pawing at his cock, gripping it tight and giving it a good squeeze.
"Look how hard you are, bitch!" The tiger grunted, "Heh, taking cock up the ass and still hard as a rock! You really are just a filthy slut, aren't you?! Made to take cock like some cheap whore!"
"Unnf!" Ethan could only moan in reply. He gasped as he felt the tiger start stroking his cock, starting off slow but quickly increasing his tempo until he was furiously jerking his bitch off. The young boy's raccoon cock twitched and throbbed in the tiger's grip, dripping with pre, begging for release. He felt the feline's cock slam against his prostate, sending shivers through his body and making him give out a loud, submissive cry, his voice a mix of pained whimpering and pleasured moaning.
"Ohh! S-Stop... It's too much..." Ethan gasped. While having the tiger's cock in his ass was definitely too much for him, that wasn't what Ethan was talking about this time. He was talking about the attention the feline was giving his cock. It overstimulated him, sent shockwaves through his body, made him shiver and wriggle in his grasp, and whenever he felt his prostate being hit, it drove him crazy. Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, he started humping into the tiger's hand. Before long poor Ethan was a whimpering mess; putty in the tiger's hands. Ethan started panting, his cock throbbing hard. To his own shock, he could feel his orgasm building up. He was going to cum, while this tiger raped and used him. He gripped his sheets and clenched his teeth.
"Nghh! I...I... Oh fuck...!" He cried out and gasped before throwing his head back and letting out a guttural roar of a moan as the tiger forced him over the edge, his hand working expertly over his aching shaft as he blew his load across his bed, pumping several thick loads of hot raccoon cum. The tiger felt the muscles in Ethan's ass tensing around his cock and gave a low chuckle.
"Yeah, cum for me you little cock lover!" He growled, furiously fucking the slut, "Show our audience how much you blow when you have a good cock up your ass!" Ethan gave a loud, high pitched moan in reply, still cumming, covering his bed in the stuff. He'd never came like this before. The feeling was overwhelming. He felt like he could collapse at any second. James watched, taking in a deep breath as he watched his boy cumming for the bigger male. That was it; he couldn't hold back anymore. The sight of his slutty, fuckboy of a son cumming while being pounded was enough to push him past the point of no return. He thrust his hips upwards, humping into his hand as he stroked himself before blowing his own load across his body, covering his work suit in the stuff, some of it managing to splatter across his face. He gasped and moaned, panted and whimpered, still working over his cock as he pumped out six thick loads of his warm spunk until his work clothes were covered in the stuff.
The two raccoons panted with exhaustion as their orgasms subsided and their cocks relaxed, soon starting to soften back into their sheaths. James sat back in his chair, still looking at the screen as his flaccid, softening cock lay against his stomach. He didn't regret anything. There was no post-orgasm shame, no disappointed self-loathing that came after blowing your load to something you knew was wrong. He'd just jerked off to his son being used, fucked and raped, had even suggested in the chat for the tiger to fuck his boy, and he loved every second of it. The tiger still wasn't done. He brought his fingers, now covered in Ethan's cum, up to the younger raccoon's face.
"Clean them!" He ordered. Ethan was too exhausted to resist and just opened his mouth and took the tiger's fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them and cleaning them of his cum, swallowing the stuff obediently. The tiger pulled his fingers from Ethan's mouth once his fingers were all clean before giving his tight little ass his full attention. Ethan could only let out soft, whimpering squeaks as the tiger raped him, the feline's orgasm drawing closer and closer. Ethan felt the feline's grip on his ass tighten and heard his breathing become ragged, signalling the inevitable. Ethan braced himself as the tiger growled and let out a loud roar of pleasure, thrusting his entire cock deep inside Ethan's body, blowing his load and filling the camwhore's bowels with his warm, thick seed. Ethan buried his head back into his bedsheets, giving muffled moans while the tiger filled him up. He could feel the huge cock in his ass throbbing and twitching with every rope that was shot inside him. Ethan felt like it was never going to end. The tiger just kept pumping him full of his cum, seeding his hole forcefully.
After what felt like hours for the poor raccoon, he felt the tiger shoot the last of his load inside him, staying inside him for a few moments, basking in the afterglow before sliding his cock from the boy's once virgin ass. Cum spilled from Ethan's ass, splattering across his leg fur and staining the carpet he stood on. The tiger took a step back, a wide grin on his face.
"Heh, tired, boy?" He chuckled, "Awr, I think the li'l slut's exhausted! Don't worry, slut, I'll end the show for you." He went over to the webcam and winked at the audience, "Well... I hope you boys enjoyed the show tonight." There were many comments in the chat begging for them to keep broadcasting, but the tiger just shrugged them off, "Hey, don't worry, we'll be back sometime. Sometime soon. You think this is the last time I'm gonna fuck the li'l camwhore's ass on cam like this? Heh, no way. You'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on. One thing before I end the stream though..." He couldn't help but smirk as he looked into the webcam, "I know you're watching, Daddy. Hope you enjoyed the show." He winked again before ending the stream. James shivered at that. He came to the conclusion that it was him, the tiger, that had sent him the link to the stream, not Ethan. It was him who wanted him to see all this. James stared at the screen for a moment, the video feed black now that the stream had ended. He still didn't regret anything. If anything, he was thankful to the tiger for showing him this, for showing him what a dirty, slutty boy his son was. He was going to have a long talk with Ethan when he got home. Yeah, a real long talk.
"You have a fucking amazing ass, cub." The tiger said as he grabbed his clothes and started dressing himself, "Can't wait for next time."
"Ne-...Next...time...?" Ethan panted.
"Oh yeah. Like I told our viewers; this ain't the last time I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours." He chuckled and gave Ethan's ass a spank for good measure, "I'll be back soon. Might be tomorrow, might be in a few days, who knows? Depends on when I feel like having a good slut to fuck. I'll be seeing you later, boy. Oh, and since you were so well behaved tonight, I won't be dragging you off and locking you up in my basement. Heh, kinda disappointed you did behave yourself so well. I was kinda looking forward to having my own slut in my cellar. But, I'm a man of my word, so I'll resist the urge to drag you off with me. This time at least." He chuckled and gave Ethan's rump a playful squeeze, admiring the work he did on his ass. And with that, he left. Ethan heard him leave the room and heard his footsteps leading away from his room, down the stairs, and towards the front door. He heard it slam closed moments later. The tiger was gone, and Ethan was alone; tired, exhausted, humiliated and covered in cum. With a groan, he climbed into his bed and lay down, his ass still burning from the fucking he'd gotten. He didn't know what to do next. He felt like he should do something; he was just raped after all... But he was so tired. He tried to stay awake but soon found his eyes closing of their own accord before he eventually drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake any longer.
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"Mmm... Huh...?" Ethan's eyes slowly opened. Something had disturbed his rest. It was only when he looked up and saw a familiar face illuminated by the street lights outside did he realize that his father was standing over his bed, looking down at him, "D-Dad?" It took him a moment to for his tired mind to process the presence of his father, but when it did he suddenly felt the need to tell him everything that had happened to him. He needed to know what happened, how the tiger had tracked him down and used him.
"Dad! I-I have to tell you- mrrph!" He gasped suddenly when the older raccoon gripped him by the hair and pulled him into his crotch. It was then that Ethan realized... His father was naked. Not only that, his cock was standing fully erect between his legs. Ethan stared at it, wide eyed, "D...Dad?" He breathed.
"Be quiet, slut." The older male growled.
"Wha- mmph!" He was cut short when his father shoved his cock inside his mouth, silencing him. He wasted no time going slow. He gripped his head firmly and started roughly and furiously face-fucking his son.
"I saw everything." He said, "I saw how that tiger used you. So, you've been running some fucking sex show while I've been at work? How long were you gonna keep this from me? Dirty fucking whore... This is what you want, isn't it? A good cock to suck on? Well, here, you little cocksucker! I'll give you all the cock you need!"
"Mrrph! Mmm!" Ethan whimpered and squirmed in his father's grip and tried to pull away from him, but the bigger male held him close, making sure he couldn't escape. He worked his cock hard and fast into his boy's maw, grunting and gasping, moaning as he felt his own flesh and blood suckling on his throbbing length.
"Slut!" He grunted, "Bitch! Whore!" He kept degrading his son like that while he used him, calling him all manner of derogatory terms. He didn't know what had come over him. This morning he'd never dream of doing this to his son; but seeing him being fucked earlier did something to him. Ethan was his son, sure, but he didn't care. Now he just saw him as some cock hungry slut for him to play with and use. With a grunt, he started fucking his maw harder, thrusting his entire cock down his boy's throat and making him moan around it. James panted, gasped and moaned. This was amazing. No wonder the tiger managed to cum so much after having Ethan suck him off. The slut's mouth was amazing. He didn't let up. He kept working his cock furiously in and out of his son's maw, his orgasm steadily building up, his balls slapping against Ethan's chin every time he thrust forward. He couldn't hold it back for much longer. After a few more good thrusts down Ethan's throat he felt his cock shooting the first rope of cum onto Ethan's tongue and down his gullet. Ethan groaned and tried to pull back, but his efforts were in vain. James kept him in place as he pumped him full of his seed, the taste flooding Ethan's maw until the older raccoon felt his climax slowing and eventually stopping. He gasped, his cock still inside Ethan's mouth. He let go of his son's head and let the younger raccoon pull back, coughing and gasping as his father's seed dripped from his mouth.
"That guy wasn't joking." James panted, "Your mouth is amazing." He turned and started towards the door, "'Night, son. I'll see you tomorrow." He sounded so nonchalant, as if he'd just done anything other than fuck his son's mouth. Ethan watched his father leave, closing the door behind him and leaving the younger male alone. Ethan just stared at the door, lying back in his bed, recovering his breath now that his mouth was free of cock. He was shocked, to say the least. When he saw the tiger send that link to his father he knew that he'd be watching, but he never figured it would end in him shoving his cock down his throat... He was too tired to process this. He couldn't stay awake even if he wanted to; he still felt the exhausting effects of being used by that tiger whose name remained a mystery to him still. He just lay back in bed and closed his eyes. Was his father going to do this again? Make him suck his cock? Was he going to go further and fuck his ass like the tiger had? Ethan gulped at the thought. The tiger said he was going to come back too... Ethan couldn't help but wonder if he was going to end up the sex slave of both his father and that tiger... A sex slave for two bigger, stronger, older men... The slutty little raccoon didn't know what was in store for him next, all he knew was that he was tired and just wanted to sleep. And so, with the taste of his father's cock still fresh in his mouth, he slowly drifted off to sleep, still wondering what the next day was going to have in store for him... |
By Royal Appointment by Dark Violet | 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 now for FA: | [
"Blowjob",
"Bulge",
"Celestia",
"Cum",
"Feral",
"Horse",
"Hyper",
"Incest",
"Kissing",
"Lesbian",
"My Little Pony",
"Oral",
"Pony",
"Short",
"Short Story",
"Straight",
"Threesome",
"Vaginal",
"luna"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151063-by-royal-appointment | **By Royal Appointment**
*\- For CursedArrow*
He hadn't been trained for this!
During his training to being a Canterlot Royal Guard, Thick Steel had been taught that when standing in one place became too much and the blood stopped flowing to his feet, that he should stand to attention and march up and down the corridor once.
But they'd never told him how to deal with the blood flowing somewhere\_else\_...
The Princesses... both of them... they were kissing, their tongues working around one another, Sun and Moon enjoying the company of the other in such a... taboo way. The way they turned, their large cutie marks illuminated in the light of the bright full moon that streamed through the stain glass windows... The way those large, flowing tails lifted but *never all the way*...And, of course, the fact that this was all happening right in front of him, barely a metre away!
He must not move. In his periphery, his partner's expression was stoic, his eyes set directly forwards, his own crotch showing the exact same reaction.
He must not move.
"Lieutenant." Celestia's voice cut through him. An icy shiver brought on by his sun god... Thick Steel didn't gulp, he didn't stammer. He just stood to attention and saluted, like he should.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied, his eyes straight forwards. Don't look...
"Princess Luna and I will require your services in my chambers."
Now, he swallowed. He felt a prick of sweat on his forehead. He fought to keep down a blush. "...Ma'am?"
"I hope you intend to be punctual." She said, and walked past time. The scent of her body assaulted his nostrils as she passed... he gritted his teeth. Luna stared at him, a shameless smile on her muzzle. She raised an eyebrow at him, then walked past too - leaving just a moment of standing by him, her head turning to inspect him side-on... before she too walked into the chambers.
He stood still. Then, he turned, facing the other guard. His comrade stared at him, eye wide, biting his lip. He flicked his head towards the door, as if urging him to go in...
How could he refuse...
\*\*\*
Not even the huge fireplace as as warm as their mouths.
Thick Steel lay back against the large bed in the chamber's centre. His white fur sunk into the soft, purple, cushion-like material. He gasped, rolling his head back, the helmet's crest digging into it.
He glanced down again, still unsure of the reality of the situation. But they were still there - both Princesses, their four legs curled under them, long tongue running along his shaft. Up and down, up and down, caressing and lapping and coating it with their saliva. He shuddered, his hind legs twitching as he watched them, feeling his shaft jerk at their attentions...
"One cannot even begin to get their mouth around it..." Luna was saying. Her tongue was quick, rough, darting from his medial rind right to his head...
"I did request him specially." Celestia replied. She was slower, firmer, her larger tongue running from the base right the way to the head on each long, slow motion. "I knew you'd like his-"
"I think thou should stop before thou starts to talk of his sword, dear Sister..." Luna replied, her words vaguely muffled at times as she tried to fit her lips around his shaft.
Thick Steel didn't really care... because the way they worked their tongues, how his flesh was worked up and down... ooh, it was just... so good...
He bucked his hips, feeling Celestia move down to his crotch again. She pressed her muzzle right against his balls, and he gasped - how full they felt, how driven by need to be released...! He swallowed, closing his eyes and bucking again, his short blue tail flicking left and right.
And now Celestia was sliding upwards. Her tongue was so wet, so warm, and he felt a hoof curl around his shaft to press it against that mouth. He felt her lips rub over it as she got higher and higher, tantalisingly slowly towards the head, and he couldn't help it, he should last longer, but he couldn't help it, and then those lips were on his head and wrapping around and-
He shouted, eyes wide open, and he thrust upwards into her mouth. He could feel his seed spurting out, filling up her muzzle, and he gasped and pawed at the air with his hooves as he did so. Oh gods... oh, Celestia... oh, the feeling of release! Warmth ran down his shaft, some he felt on his fur, and he thrust up again, driving the head into that warm maw, feeling it rub and lick around it...
By the time he came down, his chest rose and fell heavily. He blinked, finally taking in his surroundings again...
Celestia was dripping with his cum. It was all over her face, in great strands across her flowing, waving hair... He bit his lip in sudden fright, but she smiled, staring right up at him. As he watched, she smiled, and stepped forwards - her body wasn't all that much larger than his, close up, but she straddled him easily, and sat back against his shaft...
Thick Steel gritted his teeth as his sensitive cock was pressed roughly against his stomach. Celestia was sitting on the underside, and as he watched, she ground against him. Warmth, wetness once more, but not from her mouth this time. He gasped, arching his back, making a strangled noise as she pressed down and dragged her hips across that length, her juices dripping from the sides...
His view was suddenly eclipsed as the slender form of Luna shifted in front of her sister. He gazed up, but she was facing forwards, towards Celestia. Thick steel had just a view of her rear, so close, so thick, as she lifted it and pressed it against the underside of his head... Ooooh, gods...!
"One thinks it was a good choice. How did he taste?"
"See for yourself, sister."
Thick Steel stared up at the two of them as they leaned in. Gold-hoofed forelegs wrapped around Luna's back, pulling her in, and again they kissed. And still, he was here, trapped under them as they dragged their hips back and forth along his shaft. He quivered, opening and shutting his mouth, biting his lip as they worked more and more roughly, faster and faster.
They were used to this, he suddenly realised. How many guards had they taken in? Or had it just been citizens before? Why stop there... delegates? Other leaders...? How many people had they taken in and seduced in these large, warm chambers, where the smells of luxurious life and feminine virility circulated and intoxicated the mind...
Intoxicated was right, though. He quickly came to the conclusion that right now, he didn't care... Oh, perhaps later, he may wonder, but how could he think about that when *now*...
He stared forwards. Luna's crotch was on full view - it glistened, and he swallowed as she rolled her hips back, dragging the very bottom of it along his shaft, then back until his glans were just touching it. His shaft was no longer hypersensitive... no, it bulged and jerked and pleasure slid through him... oh goodness, again, already? At this point, he wasn't exactly surprised though.
He stared forwards, and then, summoning his strength, he reached forwards and pressed his hooves against Luna's rear. Her hide was soft, and gave where he touched. He pressed them squeezed them, pressing her down against him.
The moon princess gasped, and wriggled her hips against his grasp. He licked his lips, doing it again, thrusting up against Celestia.
"He's enjoying it, it seems!" Luna said loudly, breaking from the kiss. Celestia chuckled - that same warm, tinkling chuckle from so many ceremonies and events. He knew he'd never be able to hear it the same again.
His grip became tighter, working her against the head of his shaft. His black flesh gleamed with her juices, and he panted hard, bucking against her. With the two of them at two sweet spots, he knew he wouldn't last long. He drove her down, enjoying her soft rear, pressing her against him as she bucked his hips more and more, delighting in it, gasping in pleasure, just watching as his shaft flared suddenly and then *aaaaaah!*
His body jerked, and one again he was caught in the powerful grasp of orgasm. He shook, shouting and gasping, feeling his own seed splashing against his chest and neck. Above him, he was dimly aware of a couple of appreciative moans and gasps...
They'd brought him in, licked him, ground against him, teased him. Thick Steel had been taught, above all, to respect the princesses - but this went beyond duty. This was *need*.
Even as he was coming down from orgasm, the two larger ponies still grinding against his shaft, he pressed down with his hooves. He pushed Luna up, making her lift her rear, and the princess turned to look down at him. Her smile... damn, her smile...
He put another hoof on his shaft, not caring about how it was still flared, and pushed it up. The tip pressed against Luna's cunt, sliding over her folds, and he watched as more liquids dripped down and mixed with his cum.
"Oh, Sister...!"
"It's okay, Luna. You can do it..."
She could. And so could he. He pushed it forwards, sliding the tip in, and then-
Luna pressed her hips back, sitting down on his shaft. Thick Steel's eyes bulged, his hoofs spasming as the tip was squeezed by her insides. He let out an undignified whinny, and reached up, his paws pressing against her rear again and helping her to move in a slow rhythm.
Up, down... up, down... his shaft sliding slowly, each time disappearing inside her... inside his god. Thick Steel began to smile, and even let out a short laugh, moving her faster and faster as he pressed upwards each time, working with her.
"Sister, it is too big..."
"I know, Luna. I can see it..."
"Oh, by all that is sacred...!"
Thick Steel pressed his hoofs against her, beginning to fuck her firmly. He slid the shaft back, then drove it forwards again. He swallowed, his shaft throbbing in pleasure, watching her lift up watch time he thrust to deal with the sheer size. She only just got past the medial ring.
*More*...
He thrust again and again. Maybe it was a dream. He knew Luna could visit them... but it seemed too real, so visceral. This pleasure was so... so great! He gasped, giving a moan of his own as the feeling swam through him, a whirlpool of bliss. His body was shaking as he slid that shaft deeper into her each time, feeling her get so close to his hips...
"Thou should see your efforts..." Luna's voice was deep, said between gasps for breath. Thick Steel gasped too, words caught at the back of his throat as she leaned forwards, and then began to *turn around*...
The feeling of her flesh pressing against his shaft as she did so made him twitch and gasp again, but it wasn't that which made his eyes go wide. Luna finished turning, and sat back, sliding slowly down the shaft. Her eyes were closed, teeth gritted, obviously to deal with it...
Her belly bulged. Oh, how it bulged. He could see the tip of his shaft, see its shape against her hide. She rose up and pressed down again, her hind legs splayed out so that he could see every aspect of it as she rode him, pressed deeper on that cock. Oh, gods! This was too much!
He curled his hooves around her hips, pressing them down, feeling her underneath his grip. He gritted his teeth - and began to pull her up and down, fucking the princess he revered, rutting his god. His mind was taken over by lust, by desire, by that inescapable need.
"He's good, isn't he sister?" Celestia said, wrapping her forelegs around her sister. Luna didn't respond - her moans echoed off the walls.
Thick Steel went faster, rougher. His hips drove against her now, he pressed his large balls up against her rear. He had far more seed in him than he'd already given, and he knew exactly where it was going to be spent now. He gave one more gaze, one long, tracking look from her full, stretched cunt, all the way up her bulging, distended belly, up to her face that spoke of nothing but bliss...
He saw his shaft flare. He even saw the bulge grow as the first spurt of cum was shot right into her.
He threw back his head, crying his delights to the heaven that surrounded him. His seed splashed into Luna, her cries mixing with his, as he filled her body up . He could feel his cum leaking from the imperfect seal, but he didn't care. He kept thrusting, again and again, more and more cum spurting into her as he fucked her relentlessly, lost, consumed by the fire in his loins.
...
Oh, the pleasures of the night...
He fell back against the bed after several long moments. His brow was wet with sweat, his chest rising and falling with the exertion. Above him, Luna sat on his shaft, her belly full of both his shaft and his cum. Thick Steel opened one eye, looking up at Celestia leaning over her shoulder.
"They train guards well." She said, smiling at him. Behind those eyes was a thousand years of knowledge. Behind those eyes were tactics and strategies and plans and vices...
"Come." She continued, as Luna opened her eyes and stared down at her full, bulging belly.
"Show us more." |
A Homo, a Hetero, and a Metro Walk Into a Bar by Tristan Black Wolf | One of my best challenges came in the form of a Patron asking me to write a story about... well, just what the title tells you. It took a long time, because at first, I honestly had no idea what would happen to such a trio entering a bar. What kind of bar? What for? What happens? Even the three | [
"Alcohol",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Comedy",
"Fox",
"Friendship",
"Heterosexual",
"Homosexual",
"Horse",
"Lapine",
"Male",
"Metrosexual",
"Rabbit",
"Relationships",
"Serval",
"Stallion",
"Vulpine",
"bar",
"funny"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149211-a-homo-a-hetero-and-a-metro-walk-into-a-bar | "All right, guys, one round on me, and then we're off to the movies, whadda ya say?"
There's nothing quite as difficult as trying to keep up the morale of the morally impaired, and as much as I loved my friends, they were about as hopeless as it gets. Both of them were bemoaning a recent breakup, and as we took our seat at O'Fillion's, it was clear that they weren't going to make it easy for me to boost their spirits (jokes about alcoholic beverages notwithstanding). I can't say that their situations were entirely their fault, but their attitudes and activities didn't help them much.
Take Roland, for a start. That fox is far from stupid, in any ordinary circumstance, but he gets himself a whiff of a female looking to start something, and he'll fall muzzle-first into whatever part of her body she shows to him first. His brain is wired to catch any ride on the Pheromone Express, and he usually starts off in the first car out of any convenient station, slipping deep into the tunnel before you can say "All aboard!" Sadly for him, this also usually creates a complete disconnect of his higher brain functions, such as the ones that remember previously-scheduled dates, established plans, and locking his own front door in the event of visitors. Or worse, in this latest case, forgetting that he'd given her a key to his flat.
In a way, Lucien was no better, although he (contrary to stereotype) wasn't the least bit promiscuous. Easily swayed by a reasonably decent male, perhaps, but not a wanton. Tall, lean, well-formed, always stylish, the Morgan stallion was a Chippendale's wet dream. He fell into a category of sexuality that I could never quite fathom. The male was hung like a... well, I mean, he really\_is\_ a stallion, and there was nothing the least bit fake about that never-flagging bulge in his designer jeans. However, no matter how gay he was, that frequently sought-after Holy Grail was not now, nor had it ever been, a fanny-bandit. His hind-hooves might as well have had helium balloons on them, his tail raised higher than anything on a flagpole ever was. This did not make him a bad furson in any way; it just never quite made sense to me. It was rather like someone being equipped with a diesel locomotive but only wanting to be the tunnel for someone else's trolley.
I'm the odd-fur-out in this trio, in some ways. I consider myself "straight," not even "bi-curious," yet I never had the predatory appetite that made Roland a cliché among males in general and foxes in particular, and still further, I shared with Lucien a never-ending love affair of the same music, movies, books, stage productions, and all the rest of the interests that are presumably the realm of gay males. Some genius came up with the term "metrosexual," which confused the hell out of me. I mean, where on the Kinsey scale or in the Masters & Johnson manual does it say that a straight guy can't like show tunes? I'm a sucker for Sondheim, but that doesn't mean that I want to suck Sondheim (which, as is well known within and without the theater world, he might not object to). I'm a rabbit, which carries its own sexual stigma that I've worked years to overcome - please, no puns. I'm straight, I don't try to hump every female that has a proper pulse, I don't pop off in mere seconds, and despite the lop ears and slight build, I'm really not interested in being any male's anything. Roland and Lucien are my friends, and neither is a friend with benefits (much to "Miss Lucy's" disappointment, although I can't imagine why; I've nothing to brag about, somewhere between "lacking" and "packing").
The three of us found a convenient table at our usual bar. Lest I give you the wrong impression, let me amend that statement on a few points. For one thing, we don't really have a "usual bar," in the sense that we go out boozing on a regular basis. Like tonight, we might meet to imbibe a single cocktail before pursuing other activities, singly or as a group. More than that, O'Fillion's isn't a "usual bar." It's probably the only place in the city where there's not the slightest bit of territoriality of one gender, sexual preference, dress, species, or general size and shape over any other. It's an equal opportunity boozer. No one makes any assumptions about anyone else, and the only coin of the social realm is mutual respect. If you're not interested, say so politely, and all is well; persist beyond your welcome, and one of several preternaturally intimidating bouncers will show you a new way to define the word "relocation." They rarely break anything important, but there's certainly no shortage of rumor to the contrary, since it helps keep things orderly. This is a variation of the "gram of prevention" being worth "a kilo of cure" adage, and it seemed to be working just fine, thanks. And quite aside from all that, the owner, Nate, is a friend of ours who treats all his guests with the attitude of his tavern freehold being our castle.
"Who's got the movie listings?" I asked.
Despite being more depressed than a pawful of drama queens, Lucien took the prompt, rattled off a half-dozen current titles, and noted the summer film festival that the local theater had when it took time off from its live plays for a much-needed break. "It's Bette Davis week," he moaned, "and I'm hardly in the mood to enjoy it."
"Betty Who?" Roland asked. I'd have smacked him, but I had had my paws full keeping Lucien from actually doing it.
"Philistine!" declared the stallion, nostrils flaring.
"Betty Page, now that's a name I know."
"You don't know her name; you know her tits."
"Given the chance."
"She died in 2008, Roland; you blew your chance."
The fox looked at me faintly dumbfounded. "How can you carry that kind of crap around in your head and still be a normal male?"
"What's Betty Page's bra size?"
"34B."
"The defense rests." I turned to Lucien to discover that, to judge by his eyes, he'd just become a metaphorical deer, and someone in the room had become headlights. I knew that look, even though I couldn't quite tell who it was trained on. "Lucien," I said as gently as I could, "calm down, you'll be okay, just don't--"
"He looks... like..."
"Lucien," I pressed a forepaw to his arm, "easy, it's okay, just--"
"...like...!"
Too late. I braced myself.
"PEEEEEEETER!" the stallion whinnied loudly, painfully, throwing his head back and letting the entire length of his impressive throat get involved in the sound. Fully two-thirds of the bar had stopped whatever they might have been doing, pretending to do, or wanting to do, heads pivoting toward the truly remarkable display of agony centered around one of the few males' names that was inherently its own dick joke. I made a show of slapping the horse's solid back several times.
"That's right, cough it out," I called out above the sound. "Probably just a bit of pretzel; it'll come out all right, that's the way." I glanced quickly around to see if even one of the patrons bought that line. I was just as glad I'd not made book on it. I smiled reassuringly at them, still patting Lucien on his back as he finally dipped his great head, burying his muzzle in his forepaws and making an increasingly impressive show of his sobbing. "Good lad," I said, all too boisterously myself. "Close thing, that. Just breathe easy, you'll feel better soon."
A svelte serval feline stepped up to our table, her eyes wide with concern. "Is your friend all right?"
"He's all right," Roland cut in ahead of me, "but you're downright fine."
The feline looked at the fox, her face appearing confused by the response, and wouldn't you know that he took that moment to try flipping on his best Open All Night smile. To her credit, the serval didn't even bother to register it, instead squatting to her haunches near Lucien, a concerned forepaw to his shoulder. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked softly.
Happily, our mournful Morgan at least managed to acknowledge her and choke out something close to, "I'll be okay." There was no way that he could begin to hide that he'd been crying, and I was still debating whether or not to go back to the choking-on-the-pretzel story when the feline actually took the stallion's head into her forepaws and pet his mane softly.
"Who was he?" she asked.
"No one you'd know," the fox said quickly. "I'm Roland, by the way..."
From the look that she tossed the vulpine, this bar would never have to worry about needing a back-up ice-maker. She caressed Lucien's cheek with a tenderness that, I had to admit, I wouldn't have minded experiencing myself. He cast his watery gaze at her and managed to say, "Peter. His name was Peter."
"Well, he's a jerk," she said with some finality. Tenderly, she patted at the tears on the stallion's cheek with a few clean napkins, then kissed his muzzle, quite chastely. "Don't you give him another thought. If he couldn't see what a great prize he had in his paws, then he doesn't deserve to find anyone near as wonderful as you. Now, how about I get you a drink on the house? Just one, though. You don't want to get soppy on a night like this."
"Thank you," Lucien managed to smile a little. "Grasshopper?" he asked, a little shyly. "Weak on the alcohol."
"Good choice," the serval smiled back at him.
"Sex on the Beach," Roland announced, smiling. "At least until it can be taken elsewhere."
Our waitress switched on the ice-machine stare once more, then turned kinder eyes to me. "I guess I'm sort of the Designated Responsible Adult in the audience tonight," I said. "How about a second weak Grasshopper? I promise to have only one as well."
"I'll take as much Sex as you're willing to bring, doll." The fox smiled as if he'd actually said something clever. I physically cringed, partly because of the horrifying nature of the line, and partly because I actually thought that she'd slap his muzzle into next week and leave his tail in the chair, wondering where the rest of him had got to. Happily, the serval had far more poise than to resort to physical violence. She leaned in close to Roland and said, "You know what I love to do on the beach?"
"What's that?"
"Pound sand up a fox hole."
She rose fluidly and went to place our orders as the white-tipped foxtail bristled somewhat at the image that she had put into his head. What surprised me most was that he actually seemed to mull over the idea briefly, a strange look in his eye and a lower lip pushed out with the odd sense of forming a mental picture which I, truthfully, did not even want to consider.
I was glad to note that, whoever it was that had sent Lucien into his crying fit over his long lost Peter (you should pardon the expression), the fur in question was no longer in view. Miss Lucy was clearly still in her cups, even though our weak Grasshoppers hadn't been delivered yet, but at least the Morgan wasn't openly weeping. I'd no wish to be cruel to either of my friends, but it was difficult trying to get them both to deal with their breakups in some way that would help each of us be there for the other. Lucien's answer was a crying scene worthy of Sarah Bernhardt coming into the home stretch of an on-stage revival of\_Camille.\_
Meanwhile, it was clear that Roland had set his sights for our waitress, and he was going for the heavy artillery. He brought out a fur brush from who-knew-where and began to primp his foxy fur in ways usually reserved for the females of the species. He also rearranged things in his shirt pocket to make sure that the outline of a condom packet was quite visible to any who cast the slightest glance in his direction. Worse still, it was clear from the outline that said condom was one of those designed for canines, so that the swelling knot would be covered in case matters got that far. Even non-canine species would flaunt them, with the implication that their particular equipment was sufficient to require the extra coverage, not to mention that their orgasmic output was sufficiently copious to spawn an entire cricket team at one go. Frankly, even Lucien didn't need that style of coverage, not that he was likely to need it for that particular sort of preventative precaution anyway.
"Her pants are on fire for me, boys," the fox declared. "I won't go home alone tonight."
"No," I agreed. "We'll probably have to escort you there just so you don't fall snout-first to the pavement when you arrive."
The subtlety was lost on Roland as he looked around the bar as if searching for a something -- probably a back-up, in case his wiles really were lost on the serval. If there were some sort of award for an over-aged Boy Scout being prepared, the vulpine was certainly in the running; he seemed ready for just about anything. I wondered if there such a thing as a demerit badge.
"So, who wants Sex on the Beach?"
I looked up, surprised by the impressively deep baritone of the voice, and I was even more surprised by who had provided it. From my vantage point, the bull seemed to be two and a half meters tall, although I wagered he was merely a good 20cm or so over the two-meter mark. His hide was a shaggy dark caramel that was greatly revealed through the livery -- or lack thereof -- that branded him as one of O'Fillion's bartenders. He was shirtless, to begin with, and the long, thick curls of his coat spilled out with exceptional enthusiasm. White linen cuffs, well-starched, were clipped together just above each massive forepaw by distinctive, elegant onyx cufflinks, and an equally well-starched white collar hovered, elegantly bow-tied, above a particularly low-cut wine-colored vest, all of this garb floating above well-tailored and spectacularly revealing black slacks. (I might be straight, but only a blind eunuch with clogged sinuses could have ignored the well-sculpted glutes and impressive package within such close range.) In an effortless and elegant move, he brought the round serving tray down like a flying saucer on silent magneto-drive engines. He seemed to know exactly who the drink was for, because he used his other forepaw to collect the drink and present it to Roland with a single, smooth, elegant motion, proffering it to the confounded vulpine with a world-class leer on his muzzle.
"Uh..." said the fox eloquently. "That's me, thanks."
"I could have guessed," the bartender practically purred. "I saw you over here and made a very special one, just for you. After all, I don't give out my best Sex... on the Beach to just anyone."
Roland attempted gamely to accept the drink, glancing at it cautiously, perhaps to see if any unasked-for garnish had been added. The bartender set the first of the two Grasshoppers gently in front of Lucien, who smiled softly in gratitude; neither seemed to wish to flirt with the other, which confused me just for a moment. As he set down my own Grasshopper, the massive bull gave me the slightest wink, without a hint of flirtation about it, and I began to get the idea. He then turned back to Roland.
"If you need any more Sex," the bull all but whispered, leaning in close to the fox, "just send up a call for Randy." He chuckled low in his throat as he said, "Lucky guys get to call me Sir."
In an astonishing display of balletic grace, the massively-muscled mixologist shimmered away, his hooves making barely a sound. Nearly half of Roland's drink seemed to dash down his throat, to be followed by a tough swallow, a surprised cough, and an attempt by his eyebrows to fly off his forehead. The concoction, it appeared, was more stout than expected; from the pale color, I'd guess that it contained more vodka than the ordinary recipe called for. To disguise the smirk on my muzzle, I sampled my own drink, finding it wonderfully chilled and, as requested, light on the alcohol. It was like a very gently spiked mint milkshake. Perfect.
Roland was still trying to get his breath back when the serval cat padded up to us again, moving to stand next to Lucien. "How's that drink, hon?"
"It's good, thank you." The Morgan looked at the feline with an affectionate look in his eye that he didn't usually reserve for females. "You're very kind."
"And I know just what kind," Roland attempted, his voice a little raw and not entirely steady at this point. It wasn't one of his better lines, and not one of the three of us bothered even to acknowledge him.
"I'm Samantha," the waitress said softly, "or just Sam."
"Lucien. Or Lucy." He managed a small grin for the female that seemed to do wonders for both of them.
"And I'm Roland," our fox added, "as in roll-in-the-hay." Strike two, in my estimation.
Sam stroked Miss Lucy's neck again, just sweetly, nothing inappropriate about it, and looked over to me.
"Max," I provided, a friendly, non-predatory sort of smile, although I've not heard of too many predatory rabbits. Well, okay, not in the sense of actually stalking and consuming something ambulatory. I'll admit that I've terrorized my share of carrot patches in my time.
She nodded at me, smiling. "What brings you all out tonight?"
"Must have been you," Roland persisted. "I can hear you crying out from across town."
"Crying is the right word," the serval shot back, aaaaaand yer out. Lucien managed to cover a smirk about a half-second too late, and our lady cat turned back to him with a smile. "You didn't actually come in here to drown your sorrows, did you?"
"We were going to go see a movie," the Morgan said, unsure if he thought that would still be a good idea or not.
"Wow, that sounds great. Which one?" And she then proceeded to rattle off Lucien's list, adding one that he'd somehow managed to miss.
"When did that come out?" he asked.
"Last weekend. I haven't seen it yet. I was thinking about going to see it after my shift tonight. Would you like some company?"
"I sure would!" Roland piped up, as I was afraid he would.
"That sounds like a great idea."
The fox nearly jumped out of his fur, as did I. I have no idea how such a huge, shaggy bull could walk so quietly on his hooves. It was as if he had appeared from nowhere to stand directly behind Roland's chair, his impressively-muscled arm reaching around to place another drink in front of the frightened vulpine.
"Some extra-special Sex for you," the great bovine nearly purred. "And I'd love to go see that film with you after my shift is done. You could sit on my lap before the show, and we can talk about whatever happens to pop up."
Sitting across from the fox, Lucien had the best seat in the house to see the interplay. He did his best to stifle a snort, while Sam stood behind him, forepaws on his shoulders in an almost protective fashion. She was enjoying a smirk herself, and I have to admit, it was all I could do to keep my face (you should pardon the expression) straight. The opportunity was too good to pass up, and as Miss Lucy seemed faintly preoccupied, I looked at the bartender and observed, "I'm sure it's a subject large enough to be spoken of at... great length."
Randy favored me with a grin. "I think it fair to say that it might set tongues wagging."
"Or tails?"
"Oh, most certainly." He leaned in close to Roland's head and delivered the coup d'gras. "Most of my favorite guys find it to be a deeply penetrating topic."
"I gotta hit the loo," the fox squeaked, oozing from his chair as if made of something even more fluid than vulpines usually are. He headed in the direction of the males' room with a speed that might be difficult to register even on the most sophisticated of speed-detection devices. I feel fairly sure that he exceeded the speed of sound, as there were was no apparent acknowledgement of the laughter from around the table.
"Thanks, Randy," Samantha acknowledged. "I wasn't really in any danger, but it's so much easier not to have to resort to an actual slap to a customer's muzzle."
"Like I always say," the great bull grinned, "why break a fur's kneecaps when you can mess with his mind?"
"Words of wisdom," I agreed. "Think I heard that on\_The Equalizer\_ once."
"An Edward Woodward fan?" the bartender asked, his eyebrows raising toward his hairline.
"Got all four seasons at home."
"I can attest to that," Lucian grinned. The Morgan was in much better spirits, and not for the mild amount of spirits in his drink.
"So, Miss Lucy," the serval patted his shoulders gently. "I get off shift shortly, and I'd rather not be here when the not-so-fantastic Mr. Fox gets back. How'd you like to go see a movie?"
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Your reputation is safe, girlfriend. You can tell everyone that you and Sam went out to a movie. Besides," she smiled back at him, "it's really just Girls Night Out. We can see a great movie, go for a snack afterwards, and bitch about how horrible guys really are."
"Gee, thanks," Randy huffed through a smile of his own.
"Present company excepted," Lucian assured us. "I'd love to. Max, don't think I'm ditching you..."
"Lucien, my dear, my entire purpose tonight was to try to boost morale, and I think Samantha here is just what the doctor ordered." I gave them my most beneficent royal wave. "Go forth and be happy. Just be sure to get back to me with the best bits of bitchery; I can always use creative new insults to add to my vocabulary."
Rising to his hooves, my friendly Morgan leaned over and kissed my cheek, which only caused me to grin (partly, I admit, because those supple, velvety lips tickle a bit against my long whiskers). "You're the best, Max. Thank you." And with that, he chivalrously looped his arm around Samantha's, and the two set off to prepare themselves for what I suspected was going to be a great night for them both.
"Well," I said to the bartender, "that's Miss Lucy settled."
"You sure he's gay?" Randy asked.
"Absolutely. Sam's perfectly safe."
"Not why I asked."
I had to smile. "Did you want me to pass along your phone number?"
"Unless you want to give me yours."
I truly hate being a cliché, especially when it involves my ears, but species instinct reacts quickly. I could feel them bolt straight up even as I tried to keep the rest of me (with one important exception) from stiffening up.
"Hey, easy there, bunny," the bull smiled benevolently, putting up his forepaws. "I'm only predatory when someone really deserves it. Usually, it's because I've figured out that the guy wants to be bossed around a little. In your friend's case, it was more for comedic effect." He chuckled, then sobered a little. "He gonna be okay? I wasn't trying to scar him for life, just for tonight."
Remembering to breathe, I managed to croak out, "He'll probably be fine. Once he thinks he can get out of here without you following him, he's likely to go to another bar and try his old tricks."
"I feel as though I'm responsible for the fate of some poor female out there."
"He's not quite that bad." I managed a short laugh. "From all reports -- especially his own -- he's very good with the females, when he's able to pay attention to them. The only problem is that his attention wanders too easily. He keeps his sexual appetite fed, but none of it seems to provide enough nutrition to improve his mental functions."
The bull's laugh was full, boisterous, and contagious. I found myself laughing along with him in no-time. When finally he regained himself, he asked, "So... your two friends seem taken care of. How about you?"
"I have no idea. It's already been quite an adventure."
"What were you going to do before?"
"Probably a movie, but I don't really like the new stars these days. Not like the old stuff. I was thinking about the summer film festival."
"What's playing?"
"Probably nothing you've heard of. It's called\_Now, Voyager."\_
Randy's face took on a look of something close to rapture. "Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Raines; Warner Brothers, 1942. A three-hanky movie, if you're easily moved."
"One of my all-time favorites!"
"Are you sure you're straight?" he quipped.
I nodded, smiling. "Sorry to disappoint."
"Anyone who loves Bette Davis cannot disappoint me. Want some company?"
"What about your shift?"
"Over, half an hour ago; I just came by the table to help out Sam."
I raised an eyebrow. "Gonna make me sit in your lap?"
"Only if there's just one seat left. Although look at it this way," the bull grinned. "With the theater most likely filled up with gay males, it would guarantee that you'd be safe from other propositions."
"And the envy of one and all," I laughed and rose from the table. "I'll settle the tab."
"Consider it done, and you buy the movie tickets." The bull stood to his full height and, from that perspective, caught a glimpse of something happening across the bar. "Your fox is indeed up to his tricks."
I looked over in the direction of the bartender's gaze, across the great variety of guests always welcome at O'Fillion's, to see Roland working his wiles on a terribly coquettish young poodle who appeared to be dressed to impress. Perhaps not as buxom as Betty Page, she still was just as flashy and nervously flirtatious as the fox liked his females -- somewhere short of vapid, yet fawning enough to flatter his ego and keep him tap-dancing for his anticipated prize. He was, so to speak, singing for his supper, and it very much appeared that she was likely to be his chosen dish of the evening. "Looks like he'll do all right for himself," I observed.
"Depends upon how far he wants to go."
"What do you mean?"
"Danielle is really in good form tonight. Best female impersonator I know." Randy grinned. "He's female till proven otherwise. Your friend may be in for either an astonishingly good time, or the shock of his life."
I couldn't have stopped the bray of laughter if I'd been paid for it. I had to wipe tears from my eyes by the time I was through. "I have to admit, I'd love to see the look on his face at the critical moment. His expressions of disbelief could win the prize for the Ultimate Kodak Moment."
"That sounds like something that shouldn't be missed." A slow, rather wicked smile passed over the bull's muzzle as he looked at me with a glint in his eye that made me worry once more about his intentions. "How'd you like to give him one last thrill before leaving him this evening?"
...and so it was that Roland stared in something between disbelief and terror as he looked up to see me leaving, riding atop Randy's shoulders, my head nearly in the rafters, my legs dangling over the massive expanse of his chest, me safely holding onto his long, curved horns and with his meaty forepaws wrapped around my calves (there's a joke in there somewhere). I waved to the fox, calling out, "Randy tells me that Danielle is really terrific! You two have a good time. We're going to the movies. Don't expect a call from me tonight, but don't worry -- Randy promised he'll give me a safe ride!"
Half the bar hooted and howled with laughter as the bartender and I waved our farewells for the evening. Just in case you're worried, Randy was the perfect gentlefur. He changed out of his livery at his van and into a rather form-fitting sweatshirt. As a courtesy to the other viewers at the theater, we sat at the back in one of the seats usually reserved for couples; he'd have had trouble ladling himself into one of the standard ones. Yes, I sat on his lap, and nothing at all popped up; instead, we both cried on each other as we watched Bette Davis in one of her finest performances. Harlowe's Deli provided a great late-night snack, and when we parted, he graciously accepted my kiss to the back of his forepaw as he followed the gesture with an amazingly elegant curtsey (not easy to do in those tight-fitting pants).
Randy's a terrific guy, and I imagine we'll be good friends. We're meeting tomorrow night to enjoy the comedic side of the great actress in\_The Man Who Came to Dinner.\_ I think Lucy and Sam may come along, although I'm not sure who might end up with whom by the time the evening is over. Should be fun to find out. Want to join us?
Oh, and don't worry about Roland. I hear he's taking Danielle to dinner that night. I'm\_definitely\_ going to have to get the rest of that story...
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Oliver by BethanyCub | I've had this world buzzing around in my head for quite a while. Here's a little snapshot of poor Ollie's life. - Oliver was sat snugly between two older boys, each of whom held a game controller in their hands. Occasionally he'd be handed one of the controllers and allowed to play for a little bit, | [
"Abuse",
"Anal",
"Cub",
"Cunnilingus",
"Cunt Boy",
"Double-Penetration",
"Forced",
"Hemipenis",
"Pain",
"Rape",
"Transgender",
"Underage",
"Vaginal",
"crying"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146763-oliver | Oliver was sat snugly between two older boys, each of whom held a game controller in their hands. Occasionally he'd be handed one of the controllers and allowed to play for a little bit, and his silky tail would wag behind him, leaving black and white and tan hairs all over the couch.
More frequently though, that tail would freeze completely, and Ollie would stifle a whimper as one of the boys' hands groped and felt at his little body. They were playing, of course, for the use of his body.
Oliver was used to sex by now. When he tried to remember the last time he'd had a whole day without being touched or humped or filled, his head went all fuzzy. He decided it was probably the time he was really sick with a fever and they left him alone most of the day, only coming in to give him medicine and water.
The little pup was still far from used to being raped. To say he dreaded the 'special playtime' inflicted on him would be going too far - it was hard to feel dread over something that happened three or more times a day. But he couldn't stop himself freezing up when a paw drifted between his legs, or when he suddenly felt teenage or adult lips pressed against his own. Ollie was by no means a willing participant - but that didn't matter to the three males who took advantage of him.
Zorro and Lee, the teenage boys on the sofa, were best friends. Zorro was a dalmatian of average build, with the enthusiasm of a slightly younger pup. He had taken Ollie's virginity on that first horrible night at that first scary, sweaty party, before leaving him to the mercy of the other guests.
Lee hadn't even been present on that night. It had been a few months before Zorro had told him about Ollie's living situation and invited him in to play, but Lee had taken to it with a lot of enthusiasm.
Hank, who was out at work at that moment, was a griffin. He was nearing his forties now, the legal guardian of both Zorro and Ollie.
He'd been in his 20s when his younger sister had died, and Zorro had come to live with him. For a young man trying to focus on education and starting a career, it was extremely frustrating to suddenly have a five year old to look after. Hank dealt with some of those frustrations by paying a visit to Zorro's little bed every other night - and over time, Zorro learned to lift his tail obediently and eagerly for him.
"Shit!" Zorro barked.
"Hah. Too bad. Maybe next time I'll let you win," Lee teased, as he sped around the corner onscreen. Zorro hammered the right trigger, but it was obvious he'd fallen behind too much to win. As the ranking screen came up, he groaned exaggeratedly, giving Lee a pout.
"Damn... I guess you get him," Zorro grumbled. "Any chance I can give him a muzzlefuck at the same time?"
"Not this time," Lee said as he wrapped his scaly arms around Ollie, who whimpered as he was lifted onto the lizard's lap. "I like to have his lips clear... and watch his face.
Lee laid Ollie gently down on the couch, smiling at him.
"Hey buddy, can you pull off your jeans for me?"
Ollie nodded. "Y-yeah," he stuttered, feeling two pairs of lecherous eyes on him. He reached down, clumsily undoing his fly, and wriggled and shuffled until his jeans were down around his ankles.
"Did it," he said softly, jolting as he felt Lee's hand resting on his crotch, feeling the conspicuous lack of a bulge through his undies.
"That's a good boy... Are you ready to make love?"
Zorro could be heard snickering in the background, but both Ollie and Lee barely noticed. Lee was licking his lips as he stared down between Ollie's thighs, and Lee could only focus on the sensation of the rough, scaly skin caressing his thigh, then hooking into his undies and pulling them away, exposing him completely. Instinctively he squeezed his legs together, but Lee gently parted his thighs again, one hand drifting upwards and brushing his slit.
"Um, um," Ollie stumbled over his words, his ears flat against his head.
"Ollie, didn't you hear me? You're ready to make love, aren't you?" Lee said, with the same gentleness - but a little more insistence now.
"...Y-yes sir, I mean, yes Lee... I'm ready, I promise," Ollie said, his cheeks flushing a little.
"Mmmm, goood boy," Lee kissed the side of Ollie's muzzle, but he wanted to put his mouth elsewhere.
"Why do you always do that?" Zorro asked, his own pants around his ankles now as he jerked off. "Ya could just use lube if you want him wet."
Lee's reply was muffled by the fact he now had his snout buried in the young puppy's crotch, his hands gripping his legs insistently for leverage. That alien-like tongue darted out again and again, flicking against Ollie's tiny clit, nestled between his folds. Ollie moaned in a mixture of despair and sickening pleasure as they both felt that tiny nub start to stir and swell. Lee gave an eager 'brr!' and pushed forwards, latching his lips around Ollie's clit and suckling, trying to coax it into full excitement.
"AhhHH! L-Lee!" Ollie gasped, his hips jerking towards the insistent sucking. He writhed and whimpered for a few seconds as Lee mercilessly slurped and mouthed between his legs. After a few seconds, Lee finally relented, pulling back to respond to Zorro at last.
"I like watching him cum. I like feeling it," Lee said simply, running his tongue slowly up between Ollie's folds. "It's hot. Plus I like to make him finish... and then start licking him right after. He makes the best noises."
"You're so weird," Zorro said, with a grin. "But whatever... this is kinda hot, I guess."
Lee nodded, before his muzzle pressed forwards unyieldingly once more, his tongue working wildly, flicking at Ollie's tender nub over and over. The pup's small body meant that Lee could cover the entirety of his cunny with his slimy tongue, and when he delved between his folds he could reach every nook and cranny of that sensitive membrane.
"Ngggh," Ollie groaned, one leg flailing weakly. Lee's assault on his vulva made the whole area feel tingly and weird, flares of electric pleasure as his tongue bumped Ollie's clit, making the pup's guts churn with frightening feelings he couldn't get away from.
As if to make that point further, Lee squeezed Ollie's thighs, dragging him up and towards his slurping tongue. The lizard lovingly pressed his tongue as far forwards as it could without entering Ollie, running it determinedly but not aggressively up and down, listening to the whining coming from the pup he was abusing and finding it music to his ears.
Ollie could feel the hot, burning, fluttery feeling building down there, and knew his body was reacting. His hips moved strangely, half-wanting to stay pinned to the couch, as far away from that questing tongue as he could, half trying to push upwards and meet it.
"Uhhhnn, huhh..." Ollie panted and gasped as he tried to fight against the feelings, tried to pretend he was somewhere else, but it was no use. He felt his hips buck, forcing his furry little mound hard against Lee's scaly lips.
Lee gave a small murr of approval, but didn't stop, merely increasing his tongue's movements, finding that nub again and again to little yips of surprised stimulation from Ollie, who's hips jerked erratically, grinding him helplessly against the invasive tongue.
The older boy could tell Ollie was getting closer, feeling his tiny body tensing up more and more, pushing more wantonly against him where earlier he'd cringed and pulled back. The little pup was close, and Lee wanted to feel the walls of his cunny around his tongue as he came.
"Ah!" Ollie jerked as he felt Lee's tongue breaching his hole, slithering inside in a way that made him cringe just from the bizarre feeling of it. It was much smaller than a dick, and Lee wasn't trying to make it bulky or hurt him - he just bobbed his head back and forth, moving his tongue with it. If Ollie had been older, Lee would have been targeting his sensitive g-spot - but since he was so small, his tongue filled all the space, not stretching the pup's cunny, put pressing firmly against every sensitive centimetre as it slid back and forth, back and forth.
Ollie moaned like a lost soul, his lower body squirming and twisting, feeling that Lee had lifted one hand up and found his clit, twiddling it firmly. He knew he was close, he could feel those horrible feelings getting too big, too much, too-
"YIP! Ah! Hh! Ahh!" Ollie cried out, his little form shaking as he orgasmed, pressing his dripping slit against Lee's muzzle.
Lee moaned a little himself, but his finger kept moving, kept rubbing that stiff nub to force more seconds of orgasm out of the too-young puppy. He could feel those tender walls contracting uncontrollably, squeezing his tongue that even now moved lanquidly back and forth.
"NMmmf... Leeee..." Ollie whined as his orgasm went on, tears in his eyes from the intensity and uncomfortableness of it. He sniffed, breathing deeply as he felt it finally end, his whole body sagging as the tension left it. Ollie had cum hard, leaving his cunny an over-sensitive wreck.
It was exactly the right moment for Lee to slide his tongue out and leave the poor kid's genitals alone, let him recover while he was still so tender down there.
Lee slid his tongue out - savouring the taste of the puppy's privatest nectars - but he didn't stop at all. With a bestial snarl, those lizard lips latched onto Ollie's nub again, and he suckled eagerly on the pink flesh.
"Ahh! Oww! Lee, no, ah!" Ollie squirmed, trying to get away from Lee's forceful ministrations. The finger that had been stroking his clit slid down and penetrated Ollie's tightness, making him squeal again.
Where Lee's earlier attentions had been slow, almost loving, what he was doing now was more like an attack. Ollie cried out, and cried literally, as his body started to quake again from the unwanted intensity.
"P'eeeease Lee... S'too much," Ollie whined, pushing his feet against the couch as if trying to push himself away. "Leeeeee..."
Lee looked up into the pup's blue, tear-filled eyes, and smirked. He wanted Ollie to know there was no way he was going to stop, that he was going to make him cum again and again no matter how scary or uncomfortable.
He slurped frantically on that immature button, his finger pumping back and forth insistently. His movements were urgent and forceful, and only seemed to get more so as he heard Ollie issue forth a sob of despair.
Ollie couldn't help yelping as Lee added a second finger, which actually did hurt a little - but then, his whole crotch felt awful right now, like he couldn't bare to have it touched at all... and Lee was coming after him like a man possessed. He felt those two fingers plunging in and out, the noisy and demanding suckling making his clit feel like it was going to be sucked off, but that would have been a mercy - at least then he wouldn't have to feel this ever again.
"AHHh... Nooo..." he whined, the pressure building much faster this time just because of how forceful Lee was being.
"Gnn... gnnhh," Ollie's head thrashed around, tears leaking from his eyes as he tried to escape the inevitable, but he knew it was coming, and soon...
Lee pumped his fingers furiously back and forth, sawing against Ollie's slightly stretched walls, feeling him tensing all around his tongue. There was no question that he didn't want this, but Lee didn't care - no, that made it better, made him feel in control - he wanted to force Ollie to cum for him over and over and over...
"AH!" Ollie cried out, and then yelped as he trembled, gritting his teeth as an uncomfortable, unwanted orgasm racked his body. He didn't push hard against Lee this time, just wincing over and over as the waves battered the sensitiveness between his legs.
The lizard didn't mind, pulling Ollie bodily towards him and lapping frantically between his thighs as he climaxed, feeling him clench and shudder against him. Slowly the little jerks and grunts of discomfort stopped, and Ollie sagged once more in Lee's claws, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
He was quite a sight, with streaming eyes, mussed, sweaty headfur, and a red nose from crying. Lee pulled his muzzle back for a moment, licking his lips as he drank in the sight. Beautiful. He ran a finger up to Ollie's tender bud, and the pup gasped in shock and distress...
Before Lee dove right back in, determined to make Ollie finish at least a third time, despite his yelps and pleading...
---
Ollie wasn't sure how many orgasms he'd been forced to have since then. His cunny was red and sore and puffy, obviously not with desire, but with over-use. He'd been forced to cum again and again, only allowed to rest when Lee tired and his tongue finally flagged.
The pup panted heavily, not even able to lift his head to look up at Lee, sweat matting his fur to his body. He was completely spent.
"Whoa, he's a mess!" Zorro remarked as he peered over. The older dog had had a messy orgasm about halfway through Lee's third oral assault. He'd tried to collect his cum in his paw, but some of it had flown out and splattered against Ollie's cheek - who just whimpered and tried to turn his head away.
"Mmm... he's a good boy," Lee softly kneaded Ollie's reddened little mound, to a pitiful whining noise from the pup. Every touch felt awful right now. "He's about to be sooo good."
Lee slid off his tracksuit bottoms and underwear, grinning with pride as his malehood emerged. Like many reptiles, Lee was endowed with a hemipenis - a penis that split into two at the base,
jutting out into two thick pink shafts, one above the other.
Sometimes Lee was content to let one hang in the air, or rubbing against the softness of Ollie's body until he squirted inside and outside, splattering the black fur of Ollie's rump with thick, white strands. Even more commonly, he was content to just bring the pup to orgasm a few times and maybe jerk off while he made use of Ollie's mouth.
Today, Lee wanted a more... comprehensive experience.
"You gonna fuck him in both holes?" Zorro asked eagerly. The dalmatian felt his sheath plumping up again, finding himself both aroused by what Lee was doing to Ollie, and jealous he didn't get to use the poor pup himself.
"Yes," said Lee, as he grasped his lower shaft firmly, guiding it to Ollie's swollen cunny. The pup's eyes were half-closed, but he managed to squirm and whimper with some vigour as he felt the throbbing length sliding between his slippery lower lips.
Lee guided his shaft up and down, getting it coated as best he could in the gummy mixture of Ollie's young juices and his own saliva. He savored the warm, wet feeling against his cock, pressing harder against Ollie's abused kitty, grinding slowly against his reddened nub.
"Gah!" Ollie yipped, making Lee twitch against him.
"There we are, you feel my cock? I'm getting it all wet so I can fit it allll inside you, kiddo," Lee murmured as he leaned down, whispering in what would normally be a seductive voice.
"Does it all fit inside?" Zorro asked, licking his lips as he watched from his own seat, his fist pumping up and down his hard redness. "I mean, I usually have to shove pretty hard to knot him, and I know you don't like that..."
Lee smirked.
"What do you say, Ollie? Does my penis fit all the way inside your adorable rump?"
Ollie swallowed and nodded, forcing himself to look over at Zorro.
"Y-yeah, it does... it... it goes all the way in, I can feel his tummy pressin' against me..."
"Whoa!" Zorro said with a grin, throbbing in his paw. "How do you do it?"
Lee was about to answer, when Ollie whimpered and answered for him, tears beading at his eyes again.
"He pushes it real hard... n-not fast like you, he just keeps pushing and pushing and it's so big and- and... um, then it goes all the way in," he sniffled. "It feels like all my insides are getting broken..."
"Aww, but you take it like a champ, little one," Lee said softly, almost maternally, kissing Ollie on the nose. "And you'll take it that way again in a moment."
Ollie frowned, the corners of his lips pulled right back unconsciously. Lee had pulled away, angling his lower shaft down to Ollie's tight pucker.
"Tailhole first," he said, nudging his cockhead against the pup's opening. "Relax for me, remember? Bear down, like you're using the potty."
The pressure increased slightly and Ollie gasped, trying to force his backpassage to open up despite the signals flaring, telling him to keep the intruder out. He succeeded somewhat, and like he'd described, Lee began to push implacably forwards, feeling Ollie's rosebud starting to spread over his hardness.
"OW!" Ollie barked as Lee's lower cockhead popped past the tense ring of muscle, and he gasped in pain and horror as he felt more and more sliding further into him, his own juices providing barely enough lubrication. He felt agonizingly stretched already and he gave a sob of anguish as he felt Lee squeezing his shoulder, holding him in place so the puppy wouldn't be able to squirm away.
Lee bit his lip with concentration as he forced his way in deeper - he had to keep the pressure up to avoid Ollie's frantically squeezing tailhole forcing him out, but he also had to avoid the instinct to push too hard, too fast. He liked to take his time, savouring the sensation as he plunged slowly into Ollie, and then out again, over and over until he filled both his holes.
With a grunt, Lee realized he was about two inches into Ollie's bottom. At that depth, Ollie's muscles couldn't push him out, and the tightness only served to keep him lodged inside, wedged inside the young pups rear end as he shivered and grit his teeth with pain.
"Time for the other hole, cutie," he said, using his free hand to grip his upper shaft and bringing it to rest snugly between those sore looking pussy lips. Ollie gave a low groan, feeling his tender flesh being prodded once more, this time more firmly as Lee's hardness sought entrance.
Lee wriggled his shaft between Ollie's folds, easily finding his little hole. Gently, almost tenderly, he pushed it forwards, using his hand.
"Ggnnnn," Ollie's face was screwed up in discomfort as he felt Lee entering his cunny. The thrusting fingers from before had left even the passage inside sore and swollen, feeling like every subtle movement deeper was pressing at some fresh bruise, hidden inside where nothing should go.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's going to fit," Lee murmured, as if he couldn't imagine a reason for the boy to be crying, other than worry about not taking all of the adult's cock inside him.
The lizard stroked Ollie's small but heaving chest, hearing his sobs starting in earnest as Lee pushed ever so slowly deeper, stretching those already pained holes around his dual lengths. He breathed heavily out of his nose, moving his hand slowly up to hold onto Ollie's shoulders. The pup could feel how the weight and pressure was keeping him from squirming away, stopping him from getting even the slightest relief from the seemingly-huge shafts seeking to fill him.
"Owwww... oowww..."
Lee smiled as he noted he was about as deep inside Ollie's cunny as his anus. It was delightful to feel the sensations of both holes at the same time - one dry and tight and squeezing, not made for this kind of abuse... one slicker and hotter, designed for this purpose (once Ollie was older) - but still tight and clenching on the fleshy intruder that kept pushing ever deeper inside it.
"Gahhh, you feel so good Ollie, you're doing great," Lee moaned, biting his lip as he tightened his grip on Ollie's shoulders, his hips working to press his shafts forwards to a drawn out, shuddering wail of pain from the pup.
His private parts hurt so much! Lee's twin shafts penetrated him unflaggingly, feeling like hard rock stretching and breaking him down there. His cunny throbbed with urgent pain and his tailhole felt like it was being pushed to breaking point. Ollie cried out as Lee plunged heedlessly forwards, inches disappearing gradually into holes that already felt like they were far, far too stretched.
"I wanna sttooop...!" Ollie wailed, gritting his teeth as tears wet his cheeks. He was shaking a little again, from the intense pain burning in his rump and between his legs. He wished he could stop feeling anything down there, that his body just wouldn't feel like his anymore, and he'd be gone from what was happening, no longer able to know how deep Lee was inside him, or how much further inside he would go.
Lee was undeniably thicker than either Zorro or Hank. His slow and steady approach wasn't just his preference, it was almost a necessity. Ollie never felt so horribly full as he did when Lee was mating him, and the tortured expression on the young pup's face illustrated that very well.
"Shh, you're gonna be fine, just relax for me," Lee responded to Ollie's pleas with a hint of a smirk, knowing he'd taken his cocks before and he would again. The lizard pressed his hips forwards with a languid persistence - yes, Ollie was going to endure taking every inch of oversized teenage shaft that Lee was forcing inside him, but the older boy would take his time about it, never ramming or shoving hard, just applying gentle, consistent pressure until it was all inside.
Ollie cried helplessly, sobs racking his body. There was nothing he could do to stop this, and he knew it was going to go on for a while. He moaned wordlessly as Lee pushed again, and he could feel the last few inches sinking deeper and deeper inside, splitting him open in the most uncomfortably intimate way.
"Mmmf! Soooo tight," Lee moaned, feeling his crotch finally meeting Ollie's soft rumpcheeks, feeling the pup shudder and whine helplessly.
"Yeah, I love takin' his ass!" Zorro interjected, grinning. "So fuckin' squeezy, especially around the base, it's amazing."
Zorro was still watching, avoiding touching his own needy shaft for now. The hotness of the scene in front of him had his stiffness pointing up, throbbing and red, glistening with precum - but he wanted to time his orgasm with Lee's.
Lee just nodded with his eyes closed, mostly immersed in his own experience of feeling the wiggling, sobbing pup beneath him and around his two thick lengths - every inch felt like it was being squeezed and massaged, a different texture on each shaft but the most notable and overwhelming one being the incredibly tightness that only came from breeding such a little boy.
"You're beautiful," Lee groaned passionately, curling his back so he could lean down to Ollie's face.
As Lee moved his head down, his hips slid back just slightly, dragging his twin members with it. Ollie let out a pained wail as he felt the lengths stretching him to breaking point moving inside him. He was soon silenced, however, as Lee forced his scaly lips against his, moaning with pleasure into the child's mouth.
His tongue explored the little muzzle of the pup he was fucking, while Ollie himself whimpered miserably as he felt the massive shafts splitting him open being tugged slowly backwards, leaving a half-empty feeling, the walls of his bowels and cunny squeezing and closing on nothing.
Lee gasped as he pulled back, savouring the sensation of his cocks being grasped and squeezed. Ollie's tight anal ring in particular exerted exquisite pressure, like a band of tautness that moved slowly up Lee's lower shaft, gripping it in different places as he did so.
Ollie's felt like his bowels were being dragged backwards out of him, responding appropriately with tiny howls of desperation - and in reality, he wasn't far off. So thick was Lee's second member that the little pup's backpassage couldn't let go, making that tight ring protrude just slightly, like puckered lips stretching around Lee's length.
"Ooohh fuck that's hot," moaned Zorro, apparently unable to stop himself from pawing off while watching the proceedings. The sounds of puppy anguish were joined by the wet slapping noises of a teenage boy pleasuring himself, and soon by a noise of effort from Lee.
He pushed inside Ollie again, a little easier this time but hardly any faster. Lee felt the walls that had resisted so hard on his initial entry relaxing, allowing him inside, as if his body itself was giving up on fighting the intrusion.
"Ahh! Ah-ah-ah!" Ollie whimpered almost musically, his little fists balled up tightly. Lee grunted as he bottomed out inside him, before rocking slowly backwards, taking his time, but breathing heavier all the same.
He continued in that rhythm for a while - in and out, in and out, not frantic or rushed, just swaying his hips gently back and forth, applying a little extra pressure or motion at the end of each thrust, making Ollie yelp with shock.
As time went on, Lee's lower shaft became less and less lubricated, providing friction that created a horrible scraping sensation for Ollie - but made the teenage lizard moan with joy. His turgid lengths disappeared again and again into the sore holes of the hapless child, and his steady, measured fucking was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm by the second.
Ollie, for his part, merely lay there now, eyes shut tight and teeth clenching and unclenching in time with Lee's thrusts. His whole body rocked back and forth from the older boy's movements, making him feel seasick. He felt horribly sore, like Lee had been using him for hours - he just wanted it to end.
"F-fuck," barked Zorro from besides the couple. Ollie's eyes sprung open at the exclamation, and he could see the older dog's cock was throbbing in his paw as he fought not to stroke it.
"I'm gonna finish, fuck, Lee, please let me use his muzzle, I'll be quick, please," Zorro begged, turning on the best puppy dog eyes he could in his highly-aroused state.
Lee groaned, closing his own eyes in bliss as he slipped back and forth inside Ollie's holes.
"F-fine, just make it quick, I'm going to blow soon too," he replied distractedly.
As soon as he'd gotten an affirmative answer, Zorro scrambled to position himself, tapping the side of Ollie's cheek to encourage him to open his mouth (which the pup did without thinking).
Suddenly Ollie's mouth was full of the taste of hot, musky male meat, and he squealed around it as a new paw on the back of his head pushed it deeper, making him gag a little. The hot redness of Zorro's cock pulsed and throbbed slightly, and he howled as he began to shoot his first strand, pressing Ollie's head down firmly to make sure he swallowed it.
Panicked, Ollie gulped and sucked at Zorro's spurting cock, breathing frantically through his nostrils as shot after shot of doggy jizz filled his mouth. Zorro panted himself, thrusting back and forth, humping the hapless puppy's face, enjoying the sensation of the nursing mouth sucking him and drinking his fluids.
His orgasm seemed to go on forever, but finally he felt his cock softening, about to pull it out when Lee suddenly pushed him.
"M-move outta the way," he half-growled, not wanting to use too much force but wanting - needing - to see Ollie's face when he was given two more loads in more personal areas.
The sweaty, sniffling pup took a deep breath as the penis left his mouth, sticking his tongue out as if trying to get rid of the taste.
"Blehh... ow...OW!..."
Ollie gasped again, in pain this time, as Lee had increased the force of his thrusts slightly. Again there was little increase in speed, but Lee's cocks plunged inside with more vigor, thumping against Ollie's innermost parts with cringeworthy force that heralded his orgasm's approach.
"Ohhh god Ollie, you're such a good boy, so good, tell me you love me, cutie," Lee mumbled almost deliriously, so seemingly out of control for someone who was moving with such finesse. He kept his eyes fixed on Ollie's expression, wanting to watch the pup say those words as he was being fucked.
"I, I, I l-love you, Lee," Ollie managed to whimper, his cheeks burning.
"Yessssss, oh hell, I love you too Ollie, I love you sooo much, here it comes, you've been such a good boy, so good, so-"
Lee shuddered as it happened, pressing his shafts forwards as deep as they could go. Ollie's mouth shrunk to a small 'o' as he felt Lee's orgasm start, those powerful twin shafts kicking and throbbing within his tightness.
And then the warmth, the gushing fluid pumping right up inside him. He whined softly as he felt his tailhole being filled, the raw feeling inside it not helped at all by semen coating his walls.
His cunny ached too, each shot making him shudder, stretched so far around such a big penis. After a while, the discomfort increased and he began to whine louder, feeling that the little space inside him that wasn't plugged with lizard cock was now full of cum, pressing hard against the back wall of his vagina.
Lee felt the pressure too, and moaned as he pulled back slightly, so he could make sure to spend every drop of himself inside the pup. Ollie's strained holes convulsed randomly in pain now that Lee was still, coaxing more and more cum out of the older boy. Finally, it seemed like Lee's shaft had been drained of every drop
"Gooood boy," he gasped as he finally finished, leaving the poor puppy well and truly filled, satisfied for now.
But not forever. |
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (1) by Patcher | #1 of A Stranger in Suburbia And so it begins... - **[START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) |** [**NEXT PAGE**](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145331)[ ](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145331) _You stir to life,dazed and confused. Uncertainty washes over you as you clutch your | [
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*You stir to life,dazed and confused. Uncertainty washes over you as you clutch your head... and find it wrapped in... cloth? Bandages? You're not sure. Your vision is obscured, though between the slits you see the room is lit.*
*You don't remember your name.*
*Your senses catch up to you. Whatever you're laying on is reasonably comfortable, though if it's the surface or the excessive amount of clothes you're wearing, you can't quite make out. Whatever is covering your nose smells a little - you presume it smells of you. Alongside your muffled breathing you hear a dull hum.*
*Luckily, your body functions as it should. You sit up and with your bandaged fingers, widen the slits covering your eyes to absorb your new environment.*
The **Apartment** is small and scarcely furnished. **Kitchen, living room and bedroom** are all merged into one unit. The bed you're on appears to be the room's couch. The pale light emanates from the **lamp** on the nearby **kitchen table** and a **lamp** stuck to the ceiling.
The dull hum emanates from a **r**\*\* efrigerator **which alerts you that there is a** refrigerator **in the room. You spot an** oven **and a** sink. **There is a chair by the** small kitchen table **, on which rests** an envelope\*\*.
A **writing desk** occupies the space next to your bed-and-couch, sans chair, its surface bare. The desk has **two drawers** , one on each side.
You spot a minuscule **alcove** that you have just named **the entrance hallway**. You get up - which makes you dizzy - and find a **hatstand** keeping **two closed doors** company in the alcove ( **entrance hallway!** ). Next to the hatstand is **an unaddressed box**.
*You stand alone in an unknown apartment. What do you do?*
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Welcome to an interactive story by yours truly. As I have never done anything like this, I apologise in advance for any early installment weirdness that might occur. As we journey into the strange, however, it is my hope that we achieve a suitable level of consistency.
**HOW TO PLAY**
Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions. |
The Perfect Patient by StrangeBreed | A really fun commission for Graamis about his cute Pomsky boy as he goes for a checkup with his doctor. What he is not prepared for is the lust the doctor has for him and how he approaches that exact feeling. - _All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. | [
"Anal",
"Bondage",
"Cub",
"Doctor",
"Handcuffs",
"M/M",
"Non-Consensual",
"Oral",
"Pomsky",
"Pup",
"Stag"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1152881-the-perfect-patient | *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.*
*...*
Matthew stepped out into the waiting room as he pat a young squirrel on the back, the little girl smiling up to him as she sucked a green sucker she had been handed. The stag worked in a clinic for cubs, often performing various routine checkups. He would occasionally deal with a young boy or girl who was a bit sicker, but for the most part his job seemed to be mostly checkups. The stag was rather buff and handsome, sly green eyes and well kept, dark brown hair, which made it surprising that he was still single. Little did anyone else know but he had chosen his profession for a reason slightly more devious. The doctor had an unhealthy obsession with cubs, loving the cute faces on each of his young patients. He took great joy in having to assist them with any issue that would require them to be naked, and was always turned on by just how innocent they would react to such a thing.
He was picky however, never sneaking any further advances unless the patient in question really matched the stag's fancy. On that particular day one happened to do just that, the doctor continually glancing in the waiting room as his eyes remained locked onto a rather adorable pup. He was a little brown Pomsky with bright green eyes, the Husky/Pomeranian mix looking all the more adorable with the red bandana around his neck, displaying a white paw print in the centre. He was so innocent and sweet looking and had always been so unassuming when Matthew helped him in the past. It made him quite the dreamy boy in the stag's eyes, his mind reeling with dirty thoughts as he viewed the young boy. "Who's next Cynthia?" The stag asked his receptionist, the ferret looking through the log.
"Why Pomsky is next Mr. Brixton."
"Pomsky the Pomsky,"he wore a grin that was slightly devilish, "Cute as ever. Send him in please."
"Sure thing Mr. Brixton," the ferret repeated, giving the stag five minutes to finish up with the notes from his last patient before standing up, "Pomsky, you're next dear." The boy nodded as he got to his feet, receiving a kiss on the forehead from his mother before following the receptionist in. "How are you today dear?" The kind ferret asked the young pup, who wore a big cute grin.
"I'm very good, how are you?"
"I am very well Pomsky," she smiled at the boy's politeness, "Thank you for asking. Right this way, Mr. Brixton is ready to see you now."
"Thanks" the boy said as he stepped in, the receptionist closing the door behind him. The boy gulped as he looked to the doctor nervously, always a little shy when he visited his doctor, "H-hello Mr. B-Brick-ton."
Matthew's face turned to a very humoured expression at the mispronunciation, the trouble to repeat the stag's last name only making the boy more charming to him, "You know just calling me Matthew is fine Pomsky, I am your doctor and you can trust me." The boy nodded before Matthew continued, "Now, as this is your annual checkup there are some extra things I have to do today that may not be very comfortable at first, so I need you to take a deep breath and relax for me ok? Can you do that Pomsky?"
The boy nodded reluctantly and slowly inhaled, nodding when he felt ready, "I-I think I'm ready Matthew."
"Good," the stag said as he pat the boy on the shoulder, "That's my brave boy!" He opened his cabinet to grab a few things as the pup sat nervously on the edge of the bed, getting nervous as he felt the fur of his arm being wiped with something. Matthew could hear the pup begin to whimper and pat his hair softly, "Shh, there, there, don't worry bud this will be fast." Before the pup could protest much longer he felt the prick of something against his arm, starting to break into tears after the first needle was done. They were rudimentary injections, nothing out of the ordinary, but important to have annually nonetheless. "You're doing great bud," he reassured the young boy as he pricked him with one more needle, the pup sobbing endlessly, "...and there, all done!"
The boy reached out for Matthew and gave him a firm hug, the stag holding him and patting his butt as he shook and sobbed in his arms, "M-Matthew it hurt s-so much!"
"Aww, I'm sorry Pomsky, but you know your shots are important."
The boy nodded as he wiped his eyes, still sniffling as he replied, "Y-yeah, I know."
"Alright next part is a little uncomfortable as well," he watched the boy's eyes widen with fear, "Don't worry though, no needles, just need to take your temperature."
"Oh, that's easy!" the boy yipped with premature excitement, opening his muzzle wide.
The stag couldn't help but smile at his cuteness again, adjusting his pants to hide the quickly growing bulge. "Well, this is to test for something different Pomsky, it requires you to be, well... naked."
"Naked?" The pup looked up at the doctor nervously.
"Yes Pomsky, naked," he watched the boy blush nervously, "You're big and brave right?"
"Y-yeah" the pup replied, slowly pulling his shirt up.
The stag reached down to grab his little pants, slowly tugging them down his legs, "Here, let me help you." He then looped his fingers into the waistband of the boy's underwear, taking a deep breath to steady himself before sliding the little blue pair down, exhaling lustfully as he looked over the boy's cute little sheath and balls. "Great, now, let me just grab... the thermometer..." Matthew was having trouble controlling himself, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "Alright, I need you to turn around and relax for me, ok Pomsky?" He watched the boy nod and turn with a little whimper, raising his rump as the stag sucked on the thermometer hungrily, "Alright, here we go, just relax kiddo!" He slid the thermometer under the pup's tail and pressed the tip to his pucker, slowly letting its slick surface poke into the boy's rear.
The pup hissed for a second, scrunching up a little as his toes curled, "Th-that tickles Matthew."
Matthew chuckled as he let the rest slide in, loving how the tight little hole would clutch the device, "Don't worry this won't take long." He looked over the Pomsky's cute little booty, wanting to slap it, nip it, kiss it, the stag doing everything in his power to keep from just ravaging the sweet cub right then and there. "There we are!" He said as he slid it out, touching its side to feel the lovely warmth. He imagined that warmth covering the length of his cock, more pain in his pants as the throbbing shaft was forced to grind against his dress pants. He wrote down the measurements from the medical instrument. He had actually needed to take the boy's temperature as part of the checkup, but not necessarily in the fashion that he just had. "I just need to check a few more things ok Pomsky?" He said to the young boy, sucking his finger and pushing the pup's cheeks to get a good look at his little pucker. He pushed his saliva slackened finger against the boy's rear, slowly adding pressure until it slid in, the stag wiggling it around to spread the boy out more. "Fuck yeah, there we go!" The doctor groaned as he felt the soft insides of the boy, tight and warm, hugging his finger as he wiggled it around.
"Ouch," the pup whimpered at the slightly stinging, strange feeling, "Y-you swore!"
"Sorry bud," the doctor tried to restrain himself for a bit longer, finger still wiggling around in a circular motion, stretching the boy out slowly, "That was rude of me." The stag was panting as he struggled to remain calm, his smooth digit still probing deep into the boy's butt. He finally willed himself to stop and slid the finger out, grabbing the boy by the waist and turning him around. He looked at the boy's sheath and noticed the slight gleam of his red cocktip poking out, already a tad drippy as he had clearly been inadvertently stimulating his prostate.
"Wh-what are you doing now?" The pup whimpered, clearly becoming less and less comfortable with the examination by the minute.
"I just need to check one last thing cutie" the doctor winked, which only made the cub more worried.
"I don't like this!" the pup whimpered, watching anxiously as the doctor felt up his sheath.
The stag wore a big toothy grin as he rubbed the boy's sheath, gripping his balls as he worked the shaft out, "I know kiddo, but you're almost done!" He kept rubbing the shaft smoothly until it completely slipped out, the stag soon stroking it smoothly with his paw. "Mmm, that's nice!" he said as he gripped the boy's knot, squeezing it a little, "Nice and firm for your age!"
The Pomsky kept wiggling anxiously in place, whimpering anxiously until finally pulling away, hopping up to his feet to attempt a run for the door, "I don't wanna do this anymore!"
The stag quickly grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back, chuckling as he tossed him back on the bed, reaching into his pocket for his keys, "Alright, it seems we're gonna have to do this a bit differently." He unlocked one of the cabinets above him, pulling out a few things he had brought from home. The boy started sobbing as a collar was put around his neck, followed by cuffs on his wrists and ankles, the stag quickly looping smooth chains through the restraints, tying the boy down to the bed. "Now, here's how it's gonna go down," there was a serious look in the stag's eyes, "You're going to be a good boy and behave for the rest of your checkup, and you're not gonna tell anyone about what happened, is that understood?" The pup's eyes filled with tears as he nodded reluctantly, heart sinking when Matthew started to unzip the front of his pants, "That's good!"
Pomsky's breath was shaky as he watched the stag pull out his hard cock, whimpering in a stuttered tone, "Wh-what are you gonna do?"
Matthew grinned sinisterly, "Oh, it's not what I'm gonna do, it's what *you're* gonna do!" The Pomsky watched as the stag slowly moved forward, patting his cock against the boy's lips. The little pup whimpered as he felt the doctor's cockhead pat against his lips, already somewhat drippy with precum, "Open up Pomsky, you're gonna suck on this like a popsicle." The boy shook his head, Matthew getting noticeably angry, "Yes you are, now open up!" The pup let out a short sob as he did as instructed, Matthew sighing as he pushed his cock into the boy's muzzle, "Mmm, yeah, that's it, use your tongue little one!" He groaned lustfully as he felt the pup's tongue slide over the length of his shaft, the stag slowly rocking his hips, sliding his shaft in and out of the boy's muzzle, "God damn!"
The pup continued to whimper as he sucked on the stag's cock, finally gasping for air when he pulled back. "C-can I go now?"
The stag kneeled down to stroke his paw over the boy's cheek, grinning gently, "No cutie, not yet. I need you to relax now ok?" The boy nodded, gulping nervously as the stag reached for something. His eyes widened as a dog bone shaped gag was placed in his mouth, clamped around his neck as the stag stepped around behind him, "You're doing so good bud!" He spread the pup's soft cheeks and looked over his tight little pucker again, pressing the head of his cock gently to its surface. He leaned in slowly, pressing his cock harder against the boy's tailhole until it managed to finally wedge in, the boy squealing loudly as it hurt. No one outside the room could hear him though as the gag did its work, tears streaming from the boy's eyes as the stag started to ride his ass.
"Holy shit, that feels so good!" the stag cried out as he began to pound the pup's ass raw, his cock pounding into his tight, warm hole in constant slides. His balls slapped loudly against the boy's cheeks, the stag nipping his bottom lip as he growled out passionately, "Fuck, you're so perfect Pomsky!" The poor pup was in the worst state, in constant pain from the stag's thrusts while also left completely humiliated by the act. He had nearly left marks into the gag as he chewed it desperately, the stag pounding over and over until he let out a loud growl. Pomsky closed his eyes as his pucker tightened from the tension, Matthew giving one last thrust in as he fired thick loads of his seed into the boy's butt. He rested for only a second before pulling out, dropping into the seat next to the bed as he panted, "H-holy shit!" He slowly got to his feet after catching his breath, gently removing the boy's restraints, "That was incredible!"
Pomsky looked rather upset as he sat up, rump feeling sore and oddly slick. Saliva dripped from his lips as Matthew pulled the gag out of his muzzle, the pup saying gently, "Can I go now?"
The doctor looked to him for a moment, "No, not yet..." Pomsky closed his eyes as his anxiety peaked, eyes opening in surprise as an entire bag of candy dropped into his lap, "Now you may go... you'll keep this our little secret right?"
Pomsky still felt anxious but was overjoyed by the amount of sweets he was given. He decided maybe the adult had to do what he did after all, and if he was given such a reward, maybe he would be able to get over what he had been though. He nodded with a big grin, his cuteness making Matthew's cock swell again, "Sure, our secret!" Matthew sighed as he watched the boy dress himself. He had found a new favourite patient. |
New Antares by The Brain of Lazarus | #2 of Unto Gehennalis Holy halibut! The follow up to "Field Test." This got way bigger than I expected it to. In fact, the ending was going to have a lot more going on, but I realized it would make sense to have it as its own chapter instead of rushing through a potential action sequence. Anyway, | [
"Deep Throat",
"Demon",
"Doberman",
"Fox",
"Imp",
"M/F",
"Mild Violence",
"Shortstack",
"Story Progression",
"Vixen",
"Wolf",
"Wolfess",
"face fuck",
"force"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149301-new-antares | Upon the rocks of creation, here The Last City stood.
Monolithic, towering skyscrapers reached into the clouds coated with rings of neon lights. Layers of life were wedged into each level. Every foot, every story, miles wide and miles tall, worlds within worlds packed into societal conduits.
Massive. New Antares was massive. The Last City, for no work would ever surpass it. No greater aggregate of cultures and societies existed. Nations lived within nations. The cities built upon their own towers were separate places altogether, all mixed with a hundred cultures and creeds.
New Antares enthroned itself as home to all, crown of the earth. For while soil became salt and lakes ran full of poison in the fragmented pockets left around the globe, here on New Antares remained the bastion of life.
Lanz was overwhelmed. There were a thousand ways to describe the city when it first crept into the horizon, and a million descriptions in tongues old and modern which may have sufficed. But the cream-furred fox was without words. It was impossible. Stories, dreams, rumors, all those were nothing compared to the rising spectacle of New Antares.
The gentle hum of the hover carrier rattled about him, a hushed engine scream filtering the background, the night sky hung with a hundred thousand lights from his seated view. He could not help but stare out through the portal of glass, watching silhouettes of city towers roam past as the flight proceeded.
Some days after the field test at Facility Nineteen, the entire bio-division staff was prepped on what their next responsibility was. They were to proceed to the Last City, wherein contracts of upmost importance were held; hands shaken, deals made, laughs had. And to get there, they needed to fly in through carrier, separated between the Wolf Sisters, the staff, personal guard, and all other relevant personnel.
But even from his seat, he was at a loss. The miniscule window afforded to him while travelling into the awaiting arms of New Antares did the city no justice. It was as though trying to examine the cosmos through a spyglass. He needed time, and was given none.
Raised in the confines of Facility Nineteen, a gathering of people in such volume like New Antares was an alien concept. Thousands? Unthinkable. Millions? Impossible! Billions? Unbelievable.
Even now, he was still so dizzy from the flight. From the change, the sheer shift in magnitude, decorum, responsibility. Division Nineteen was not here for sightseeing, much as Lanz hoped for. Rather, they were paying homage to their financial contributors and parties of interest.
Namely, The Sinai Corporation, which put a great deal of faith in Division Nineteen's new weapons program. Genetic or technical, the preference mattered little. But they demanded delivery. And so Lanz, along with his director and fellow Caretakers were to deliver.
He adjusted his compliance collar. The groan of metal shifted his thoughts as the hover carrier made a wide turn. What was his precious KAREN thinking, he wondered? And the other Wolf Sisters?
He needed time, and was given none.
\-\*-
The field bristled to life. Hills of grass shuddered as a cool, simulated wind ran threw them. A lone tree stood defiant, swaying gently, leaves whispering in quiet jitters. Midday light cast a shadow where a pocket of figures took shelter from the sun's warm glance. You could almost forget it was all atop a building, and below, a city of billions.
Here, at the peak of Sinai Corporation, was a private haven from the noise of the city. A hidden level crowned at the highest mark of the structure, an artificial field was created, as though a stolen fragment from another part of the world.
It reminded Herod Ohsann of home. Before the lands died. Before the trees became ash. Under shield of his artificial live oak, he could think. About what was to come.
The old man was withered. His long gray fell over his shoulders like dust, his face stretched with wrinkles and time. He sat hunched in modified hover chair, kept alive on a variety of support systems, surrounded by medicae and private guard. His physique was weakened from decades of strain and his movements so, steady, only done when necessary. But he had enough strength for the day, at least.
He had decided, against the advisement of his staff, to take some time to breathe, take some time outside the mechanical shell which kept him alive. Just to taste the sun and drink the wind, if only for a while.
"Father Ohsann!"
Her steps licked the ground. Though the aged human could not see her, he could sense her arrival. The youthful, bristling strength, her commanding grace, her determined stride.
Herod's armored guards and medicae bowed as the figure approached. She was garbed in a delight of fineries, cloaked in sweet perfume and flowering, frilled black dress. Her bright, violet eyes scanned the hunched elderly figure with usual concern and her bright, gold hair with curled bangs tossed with each step.
"Eloise," replied Herod weakly. His hover chair turned slightly to see the approach of young vixen, striking orange fur caught in the sunlight. "I did not expect to see you out here."
The vixen marched up, taking a small curtsy, hiding her frustration. "I did not expect to see *you* outside like this, father. Heed thee not your frail health?"
A soft chuckle from the old one. "Is that scorn I sense, my dear? Surely you would not deny an old man the sun, especially not on such a day."
Eloise went to the chair's side, gently putting hand on her father's arm. "No. But we are not eager to lose you."
There was no reply at first. Then. "Ahh. Loss. Indeed, all upon Sinai tremble at the thought, even though I have not managed a ruling in years. And yet, my dear Eloise, the threads I hold onto are weakening. I know this. I may as well greet the day before such comes to pass."
Eloise's brow furred. Her foot stamped a little. "You aren't going anywhere. Thy strength is true."
Slowly, Herod raised his hunched figure to tiredly gaze at the blue sky. "You are kind to say so, my dear. But know you, this is no longer true. One cannot guard the Rings of Man forever, and each day. . . each day is harder."
A crackle of wind caused the live oak to wail about, as if whispering discontent.
"Surely, you did not come to convince me otherwise?" he continued. "You should be preparing, after all. There are guests coming. We must welcome them."
Eloise did not respond, feeling herself wilt. She knelt next to the hover chair, letting hands roam through the artificial land.
"I'm not ready, father. For all thine strength you have departed unto me, I feel as a though leaf caught in a storm. Everything you have told me, how can I possibly be prepared?"
Herod cast a glance to the kneeling vixen. Then, a hand raised, only barely. One of his armored guards approached, to which Herod muttered something. The guard left, where Herod returned his attention to his daughter.
"Perhaps this is so, only because you don't know the strength you possess," Herod encouraged. "I blame myself, for never has a time come when you were put to crucible. And soon, you must inherit the Rings of Man, with all of Sinai at your disposal."
Eloise's tail twitched nervously.
Herod reached over to place thin hand on furred shoulder. "But you needn't fear," he rasped. "I have taught you well. I used every resource at my disposal when I made you, and now, you will lead. But."
The vixen looked to him. "But?"
"A ruler has might of their own. You need something. I believe now is the time for it."
A moment later, the guard Herod sent off had returned, but this time was carrying what appeared to be a large, metal container. Though not wide, it was impressively long, perhaps as tall as Eloise.
The black armored sentry came to Eloise, as per Herod's instructions, and silently knelt. In his arms, he offered the container, upon it inscribed the word "Acharya."
The vixen's ears perked, and she studied it with uncertainty. Standing, she went to the kneeling guard, examining the immense, rectangular shape. It was holding something.
A circular lock lay center, holding it close. Tentatively, Eloise reached forward and turned it, the mechanical lock causing a loud "click" as the device began to open. A hiss of hot steam poured through the seams as the container slowly opened. The vixen's breath caught.
"This is. . ."
"I had wanted to give it to you in person, after you saw our guests. But now feels the better time. Unto you, I grant Acharya, my dear inheritor. Thou will scatter beasts of the world with it."
She did not respond, not for a while. But the object within filled her with a sense of renewed confidence.
"If I take this, will you heed thine words and return to rest?"
Herod nodded slowly. "If I may have a little more time, my dear."
She smiled, sealing the mechanical case as the circular locks groaned shut. With strength that would surprise anyone from her stature, she lifted the immense device from the guard's hold, wrapping a provided carry band around her shoulder.
"I will go make preparations. Do not strain yourself too long, father Ohsann."
The men surrounding Herod offered a deep bow as the vixen left. The elder human watched her go, filled with pride, before returning his gaze to the sky.
\-\*-
"Gods, I feel like a stuffed animal in this."
Lanz's colleagues were a carnival and suits and proper dresses. They were given a few hours to get used to their accommodations, find a professional attire, and prepare themselves to meet with Sinai Corporation's best and brightest. Needless to say, a gathering of intellectuals locked away for work over a period of eighteen months were not accustomed to "wining and dining."
The vulpine looked to his associate, Konner. He was a puffy otter, Caretaker and engineer for the Wolf Sister SARA. Sub aquatic retaliation attack, Lanz recalled. But for his expertise on prepping someone for underwater combat, his white suit stubbornly resisted his figure.
"Technically you are, Konner," Lanz prodded. "Might have been better to spend more time at the track, no?"
The otter made a face. "There's no track for aquatic training, you know that."
They were outside, on an "invitation area" hosted by Sinai corporation, a skyscraper level with an immense fountain spouting a pattern of water before leading into the main guest hall.
"You're an otter!" Lanz added.
"Are you kidding? You try keeping up with a bio-mechanical super soldier. They don't pay me for swim lessons."
The fox offered a weak smile. "They pay us?" he joked, tossing in a laugh. A bitter one. Few liked to think about Facility Nineteen's policies.
Konner didn't respond. Much like the others, his eyes had once again drifted to their surroundings. Though they stood on what appeared to be the entrance to a luxurious building, it was simply a \_component \_to another structure. And surrounding them? The long, spiraling fingers of yet more buildings, towering into the night sky.
Lanz repeated the action. "I can't believe this place is real," he murmured.
Konner's head shook. "Yeah. Agh, sorry. I drifted there. This is all so hard to take in. I don't even know what we're doing here, Lanz. Lord, they even have Tibald in a suit," the otter gestured to one of their other associates, a scraggly racoon who looked like he threw on his attire at the last minute.
"It's all right," said Lanz. The cream-furred fox pulled on his compliance collar. Damn thing felt tighter than his clothes.
For a moment, a bristling confidence burned within him. He looked at his fellow staff, all hanging around the fountain or other welcoming tables, watching them awkwardly converse, taking a note how each had their own cumbersome compliance collar. Then, he looked to Konner's neck.
He was ready to ask. Ready to plant the idea. This place, New Antares, it could give them freedom. Somehow, someway.
His maw parted, and then-
A bright, loud voice showered over them. "Welcome, welcome esteemed members of Facility Nineteen! We'd like to welcome you as our esteemed guests of the Sinai Corporation!"
The voice was somewhat difficult to hear over the buzz of city ambiance, but it essentially invited them inside. Lanz frowned inwardly. Now was the long, painful part of talking with people he didn't know, about things he didn't understand, for reasons he did not care about.
He clamped his jaw, as the voice went on, and the bio-division staff began to make their way inside.
\-\*-
"Try not to fidget so much, Unit K4."
Stifling. The enormous black wolfess was not used to the confines of such strict clothing. Typically, she wore flexible fabric, not silly suits for silly men. But now, the wolf was told to wear a "prestigious military coat," one that covered most of her form with an array of dignities. It reached down to her calves and hid her arms, encapsulating her in a cage of cloth.
"Why must we wear this?" she shot back.
She stood next to her pack commander, TIGA, along with other veteran Wolf Sisters, inside a massive room littered with unfamiliar faces, smells, and sights. They stood above on a balcony, to be displayed proudly, as if they were mere objects, for all the admirers to cast a glance. Infuriating.
Because of her success on the field, having disemboweled the WU-9 walker, KAREN was allowed second seat to her commander, the wolf of wheat-and-white fur. But, despite the posterity of the honor, the dark furred wolfess struggled to remain still.
"Do not forget your place," TIGA rebuked sternly. "We are here representing the honor of our division, our home, and our Sisters. Sinai Corporation are benefactors, and they think of us highly. Behave."
K4's ears flattened. Hushed like a pup. She looked downward, embarrassed. It was not easy, not for her. Her other Sisters were in a row, wearing similar coats of honor, some with hats to mark their status, others gifted with glimmering medals. TIGA herself was a picture of authority, sporting a long navy blue coat with several bands on one arm, while a hat crested with gold insignia silently announced her presence and stature. K4 could hardly compare.
And how could they stand about like statues so calmly? All the things, noises, scents. It was overwhelming for K4 in so many ways. She could barely comprehend the size of this city when they first arrived, nothing but mountains and towers of light. Now, this, a room flooded with strangers.
Noticing K4's wilted posture, TIGA's tone softened. "I realize this is quite different. I've been in New Antares more times than I can count, and I still don't recognize it. But we thrive on this place, K4. We come here, we get jobs, and then we do what the Pack does best. Make a good impression, and it will be worth it, I promise."
The dark furred wolfess wanted to sulk, but resisted. She tried to think of better things. Like her Caretaker. What would he say? No, he would be upset, she knew it. She attempted to change her focus.
"Out where enemies are?" the wolfess asked hopefully. TIGA nodded.
"More than you can imagine. The world is in no shortage of them."
KAREN growled with approval, standing upright.
For now, she had to wait. It was a guest area, or so she was told. Fields of red carpet stretched over marble floor with statues of strange shape lined in orderly fashion, while tables of hot food and spiced wine made home at the edges. Figures and creatures of odd names and shapes congregated, all chattering with words K4 could not recognize, occasionally glancing up to point at the Wolf Sisters, amazement in their eyes.
KAREN did not think much of them. But, what she did find perplexing were the dark men. The figures tucked in corners of the room, high and low, cloaked in black armor, observing with studious gazes. They were strange, and dangerous. The smelled of metal and bullets. You could only their armor, nothing else. Their heads were covered in dome shaped helmets and strange, faceless masks, observing their surroundings with eyes of glass.
They were not like her Sisters, nor anyone in the room. They did not smell of fur, they had no tails, and they stood entirely upright. What were they? K4 wanted to know, wanted to understand why men with guns would hide in corners for what felt like a "friendly" get together.
Anywhere there was a gun, there was a fight. So who were they fighting, KAREN mused. More importantly, \_what \_were they? They reeked of "wrong," reminding the dark-furred wolf of the machines made back at home.
She was not given long to ponder. Moments later, a loud, boisterous voice called out from the room, joyous and inviting. More guests were allowed in. An order came to TIGA from one of the Facility staff.
TIGA leaned to hear the command, nodded, and glanced once more to K4. "Time to mingle," she said.
The Wolf Sisters were marched away from their balcony position, down several staircases, and then to the main room. Utterly surrounded by the foreign faces and thrilled observers. Behind them, the doors to the hall opened, and in came the rest.
K4 sniffed the air. Her heart beat faster. Oh! She could smell him. Lanz!
Indeed, among a new crowd of different colored dresses and suits, the fox was among them. Not immediately visible, hidden by a forest of other Caretakers and bio-division staff. But eventually, he sprang into view.
She could not go to him yet. Much like the other Wolf Sisters, the pack had been moved to the center of the guest room, where Caretakers began to greet their respective Projects. Most looked excited, as it was the only ounce of familiarity afforded to them.
Figures shifted. People moved. Their eyes locked.
For the briefest of moments, the world melted away. Lanz saw his wolfess, eyes of blue meeting spheres of poison green. There were no voices, no crowds, no city. Just them. If only for a time.
\-\*-
Lanz wanted to break out in full sprint and run to his KAREN. But, he could not. And, though it was known Caretakers had special relationships with their Projects, he didn't want to do anything to arouse attention. Their little "meeting" with LIN was already a violation of several rules as it were, no need to invite curious observations.
But, the fox ignored all distractions and - with notable spring in his step - strode up to the large, dark gray wolf. Her ears perked straight, eyes widened, and her coat ruffled from tail wagging. He smiled as he came to her.
"You look nice," he offered warmly. "Didn't know they had a coat in your size."
Indeed, the fox had to look up to the wolfess, head coming only to her abdomen. Perhaps another reason many of the onlookers watched with bewilderment.
"It is uncomfortable," she said flatly. "But I wear it for Sisters."
Lanz beamed, and as directed, stood next to her, as all other Caretaker did. Soon, in center of the ornate room, each Wolf Sister was with their own Caretaker for all to see. Like products on display. Certainly, the fox had a tremendous sense of pride, though all the same he could not shake how much an object he felt.
And that's when the crowds began to form. Before Lanz could talk with K4 further, at least ask the wolfess how she handled their trip to New Antares, unfamiliar faces emerged. Creatures in strange attires and heavy accents would shake Lanz's hand (or any of the other Caretakers) and start railing him with questions.
"How did you design such an amazing creature?" one asked.
"Aren't you afraid it'll go feral and attack you?" another inquired.
No, Lanz would answer. She is fine, he would reply. I didn't design her so much as train her, he explained.
The reality began to set in, and the fox felt himself grow frustrated. KAREN cared little as each person looked her over, examining her like a rifle. It must have amused her. But Lanz clenched his teeth between each inquiry. They saw her not as some living entity, but a tool, a weapon. That's all she was to them. That's all Facility Nineteen would ever let her be.
"How much is she?"
An elegant, lean Doberman stepped up, his eyes sharp and ambrosia scented like that of cologne and cigars. Subtle indications of scars ran over his face, and one of his fingers wore an elegant, gold ring with symbol in center.
Lanz wasn't sure he understood. "She? KAREN is not for sale."
The Doberman stepped closer, eyes of pale yellow roaming over the wolfess hungrily. He didn't look at Lanz, a foot or so taller than the vulpine.
"You named it?" the hound added cheekily. "Well, suppose I have a few names in mind for her too."
Lanz bristled. "She's not for sale," he asserted again.
Still, the canine did not glance at the vulpine, licking his chops. "It's here, isn't it? They're all for sale. That's the whole point. Admittedly I expected a different auction, with all that chatter about automated weapons. Oh, but this looks so, so much better."
The fox blinked. "Auction?"
The hound stared at the smaller fox a moment, an expression of contempt stretching his muzzle. "It would help if you knew how to do your job."
"You're a pretty sight," the dog would say to KAREN. "You can understand me, right? Not just some mindless animal?"
"Come on, kneel. Give us a lick?" the Doberman continued, snapping his fingers. Lanz felt his insides turn to acid.
K4, however, let off a low, rumbling grow, baring her teeth. Her hands gripped and body tensed. Lanz grew anxious, realizing what she might do.
Instead, the suited dog smirked. "Ah, very nice. Sharp, lovely teeth. I'll keep my eye on you."
Though the Doberman did not flinch, he stepped away casually, disappearing into the crowd. Both Lanz and K4 watched him carefully, one full of stifled rage and the other left with a feeling of sickness. He wanted so desperately to reach up and tear off his compliance collar. What did the Doberman mean by auction?
Fear gripped him. Was that what all this was? Were the trying to sell of the Sisters?
Before he could entrench his mind further, a voice caught his attention. It was the same spectacular announcer which called for the crowd's ears.
Above the room was one primary balcony and row of spiraling stairs. From a doorway, gilded ornaments and designs patterned its edges, signifying respect and power.
"My most esteemed guests and honored newcomers, it is my pleasure to welcome you to Sinai Corporations eleventh annual auction gathering!"
There was a gentle uproar of applause as most of the guests clapped, quieting their conversations. Lanz looked up, noting the speaker, a slender panther dressed in purple suit which shined with adornment of stitched jewels. He also felt his heart sink.
*Auction? \_He thought again. \_This can't be happening.*
The speaker went on a bit, announcing other names of particular importance, offering a brief history of the supposed selling, and to Lanz's dread, the "products" offered on center stage. Namely, the Wolf Sisters.
"It is also my. . ."
The panther trailed off. Clapping his hands together, he held a forced grin, as if searching for the words. His long tail flicked awkwardly. Curious murmurs rolled through the crowd.
"Ahem. It is also my esteemed pleasure to announce, the auction has been privately purchased."
A hiss of gasps and surprised voices shook the onlookers.
The elegant panther stretched his arms as if to console the audience. "Yes, ah, while not in true spirit of Sinai Corporation's policies to offer auctions to sole purchaser, it would seem in the best interests of our benevolent Herod Ohsann, the recipient of said auction is none other than Eloise Ohsann."
Angry mutters now took hold of the voices, some escalating, some beginning to yell. Lanz himself was riddled with confusion. What did this mean? Who was Eloise Ohsann?
"Corporate favoritism!" a shout rang out.
"What a waste of our bloody fucking time!" another exclaimed.
The panther tapped his fingers together nervously. "Perhaps it is better if I allow our dear mistress to explain."
He tossed out an awkward chuckle and bowed. The doors behind him slid open.
An entourage of black guard marched through, the deadly masked men with padded layers of metal and cloth, carrying assault rifles, lining alongside the balcony edges. Nervous chattering fumbled through the observers, uncertain of what was happening.
The inheritor stepped forth, descending from Sinai.
The elegant frame of young vixen soon emerged, her hands folded neatly together, wearing her long, frilled dress of silky satin black fabric. Her fiery orange tail danced with each step and her golden, curled bangs bounced joyfully with her elegant approach. The panther moved aside, kneeling to his mistress.
She cast her violet eyes on the denizens below. Eloise smiled. "Lend me thy ears, most gracious company of Sinai."
A hush settled over everyone. Lanz, K4, and the Wolf Sisters watched with uncertainty.
"Most of you are no doubt perplexed. My decision has abruptly broken a valued tradition of Sinai Corporation and has likely already aggravated numerous investors."
She offered an apologetic curtsy, yet smirked. "Suffice to say this decision was taken well into consideration. Thou hast questions, no?" she inquired to no one in particular.
"I give you no answers," she added bluntly. "In truth, beloved company, rather than taxing the resources of Sinai Corporation to contact you individually, thine motives found efficiency to make the announcement here."
Members of the party goers rabbled off confused exclamations. Lanz himself was entirely unclear of what was happening. He glanced to TIGA, who also wore an expression of perplexity. If the Pack Leader didn't know what this Eloise meant, then what exactly did all this mean?
"And so, in judgment of my own interests, making them upon my descent, your company is no longer required. I am taking what was promised to Sinai. There will be no auction. Thy needs outweigh the desires of a rabble mob, dearest company. I say to thee: begone."
The word cut through the crowd. A stiff silence choked the room. Surely, this was some great jest?
"M-mistress?" Even the elegant panther at Eloise's side was unclear.
When the "mob" did not move, the vixen tilted her head.
"Oh, my deepest apologies. Perhaps I was unclear? Sinai Corporation no longer needs you. The wolves will stay, the rest shall leave."
Angry voices started to rumble through the onlookers. They did not move. Some began to shout. Others looked nervous, unclear of what to do next. Even the Wolf Sisters and Caretakers were looking at each other with growing concern.
"What is the meaning of this!?" a voice screamed out. "You called us here to waste our time!?"
"You can't do this! We're your shareholders!"
"I'll have your head!"
Eloise frowned. A hand raised. All at once, the surrounding black guard propped their rifles, taking aim at the crowd. Those on the sides of the upper balconies and room did the same. There was a frightened cloud of gasps which wriggled from the crowd.
"Begone." She said again.
An angry, guttural sound of electric garble filtered through the air. Guards came from the sides, rampaging into the crowds, shoving them in line. Move! They said. Out! They ordered. With threat of rifles trained on them, it was not long until those in suits and dresses began to find themselves forcibly thrown from the guest door. A particular Doberman looked exceptionally enraged.
A mix of furious and frightened shouts filled the room. Lanz looked at KAREN, her muzzle pulled with a furious growl and body tensed. *Oh gods*, he thought.
"Whatdowedo!? Whatdowedo!?" one of the Caretakers yelped. The Wolf Sisters held similar worries.
"T1?" a pack mate intoned. "TIGA?"
The lead wolfess did not reply, not immediately. She calmly monitored their surroundings, eyes flicking to each guard, thinking.
"Wait," she commanded. "Wait."
It took a few moments for the crowds to finally clear out. Audible shouting and screeches were heard from outside, but muffled from closing doors. What remained was an awkward gathering of scientists, soldier wolves, Facility Nineteen staff, and Eloise.
The vixen smiled. Eloise turned to her sharply dressed panther, muttering something. He left, while the fiery vulpine appeared content. She began to descend from the spiral staircase.
"Oh, my deepest apologies," she said as she approached the Sisters and Caretakers, guards at her side. "Such a mess this seems, no? I beg thee, forgiveness."
She stood before them, arms wide in apologetic fashion. "The decision was imperative, but sudden. All that planning, gone to waste. I admit, I contemplated it a while after a visit with my father, preparing for one thing but doing another. But I seized it, enthroned myself, as an inheritor properly should."
The gathering watched her with confusion.
"Oh!" Eloise continued. "But you have no idea what I'm talking about."
The vixen curtsied deeply. "I am Eloise Ohsann, daughter of Herod Ohsann and heir to the Sinai Corporation."
There was a pause. Then, TIGA stepped forward. "We know, *ma'am,*" replied she with notable acidity in her tone.
"With all due respect, care to explain what you just did? You threatened the safety and security of my \_soldiers, \_and innocent lives. Facility Nineteen offered you professionalism, and you looked ready to shoot down an entire crowd. There were deals in place, and you broke all of them."
Eloise's smile faded. She cast TIGA a dark look.
"Spare thy fury for one who the patience for it," the vixen replied flatly. "Here in Sinai, things are different. Thou shalt address me with respect."
The vixen straightened, her smile returning, hands folded together.
"I am Eloise Ohsann," continued the fox proudly. "I have, in new judgment, decided to render acquisition of the 'Wolf Sisters,' so your Facility calls you, instead of host an auction to which you would be bargained off to various ingrates for indeterminate amounts of time."
"Though some of you are no stranger to this city, so I have heard, you would do well to recognize that those with power manage their own laws. Thus, lawfully, I have sent the rabble crowds away, lawfully. Their role in what is to come is no longer important."
The echoes of the rabble crowd could still be heard, voices battering the shut doors the guest hall.
As for the Caretakers, many shifted uncomfortably. TIGA did not look satisfied.
"You can't just-"
"Oh?" Eloise tilted her head once more. "I beg thee, remind thyself your station. Though the details will need to briefly be addressed, as of now you are under the employ of Sinai Corporation. Your masters will suffer confusion, I'm certain, but once paid they will no doubt yield any reprisal."
"What?"
Another voice peaked from the line of Sisters. This time it was Konner, who fumbled in front of the vixen, his otter whiskers twitching.
"W-what do you mean we work for you? If you think they'll just let us go! You can't be serious!"
Eloise tossed her hair dismissively. "Worry not. Thine powers of persuasion are vast and far reaching."
Lanz tugged on his compliance collar. He wasn't sure how to feel. Was this the path to freedom he so desperately wanted? Or, were they trading in one master for another? Could they even trust someone surrounded by haunting, armed guards ready to willfully use force.
Then it him. "What's coming?" he spat out. "What are you doing with us?"
Some of the others glanced at Lanz, then back to the vixen. Understanding stretched over their expressions.
Eloise did not respond immediately. Her gazed shifted to the side thoughtfully.
Then. "Preparing for Gehennalis."
\-\*-
It took everyone time to settle in. Time, they did not have.
Two days after the Sinai Corporation "incident," all Facility Nineteen staff relevant to the bio-division were folded into the service of the mega-business. Or so, it was what they were told. Confusion rattled the Caretakers and Wolf Sisters. Never had an entity so boldly acted against the expectations of their overlords.
Some thought it was a new beginning, and others just a minor bump in the road. But so long as the compliance collars remained on their necks, most knew, they were still under the authority of one arm, simply shared by another.
But why, some asked. Why indeed.
For now, they were given a set of quarters for each member, Caretaker, and staff. The Wolf Sisters were provided their own barracks, though it had caused waves of discomfort as they all tried to adjust. However, none were confined and encouraged to explore the immensity of the building as they pleased, so long as it did not interfere with future plans.
Eloise was not content, however, to sit idle with her newfound resources. Indeed, she demanded prompt action, emphasizing the need to move quickly in preparation for her cryptic warning "Gehennalis." So began the Antares Contracts.
The Sisters assumed it was a phrase for corporate warfare, and did not bother to ask, at least not unless TIGA would. In truth, once they had settled in, everyone began to assume they would continue as usual, only with a small adjustment with who Facility Nineteen worked for.
But today, the vixen desired action. Today, she demanded of herself to take charge, and lead as her father knew she could.
"We are recovering someone quite valuable to Sinai Corporation. She was coveted by one who has little understanding of her true purpose," the vixen began.
Eloise had called forth two Wolf Sisters into private quarters, a room fancied like an old war-chamber, complete with books, tapestries, globes, and maps. It was an hour past noon, and a pool of sunshine flooded in through enormous, flat window, surrounding towers of New Antares visible.
The vixen was not in usual attire, however. Surrounded by her elite guard, she was in a thin, black bodysuit, buckled with silver buttons and wrapped with strands of hard leather. Her lean, girlish figure displayed prominently through the suit, but it contradicted her previous impressions of elegance. In fact, it looked more that she was preparing for combat.
KAREN and TIGA watched her suspiciously. The dark furred wolfess was not fond of the small fox, and the Pack Leader was equally unclear of what Eloise truly intended.
The vixen stood in front of desk, her usual gold locks bound into a ponytail instead of curled bangs. Behind her was a desk, and floating atop that a holographic projection of a map.
"Thaddeus Vax," she intoned flatly. "He was at the auction, last night. A slave trafficker and weapons dealer for pocket gangs around New Antares. Perfectly legal, of course. However, in his dealings he is also fond for exotic things, upon which he saw fit to take my weapon smith."
As instructed, TIGA was dressed for combat, dressed in grey fatigues with a suppressed armor-piercing rifle at her side. KAREN had donned a Kevlar-plated body suit, but looked incredibly uncomfortable under such confining attire.
A picture of a Doberman appeared on the hologram, scarred face wrinkled with a mocking grin.
"You make weapons?" the Pack Leader inquired.
"Not initially," Eloise replied. "But for what is to come, we have great need. Therefore, thy command is simple: you will accompany me to Mr. Vax's private estate and we will retrieve my weapon smith by any means necessary."
K4 blinked. "Come with? You want to fight?"
TIGA shared her soldier's hesitation. "You're. . . serious? Ma'am, with all due respect, you went through a lot of trouble to hire us as personal soldiers. Let us do our job."
"Or let the strange men do your fighting," KAREN added.
Eloise shook her head slowly.
"If I am to lead Sinai Corporation, I must take charge. And I will."
She looked at both of them carefully, before stepping closer. She reached carefully gripped K4's palm, placing her hand in the wolf's own.
"We have more in common than you think," she said, looking up to them. "Alas, thine foes are plentiful. I can only accomplish so much on my own. That is why I need you both here. Do I have your trust?"
KAREN feigned a growl but did not Eloise's touch get the better of her. TIGA wasn't convinced.
"You hired us, but you don't buy trust. You've seen fit to leave the rest of my soldiers out of this as well. Plainly speaking, ma'am, none of us are too keen on this strong-armed position you've got us in."
Eloise retrieved her hand and placed both arms behind back.
"A plainer tongue better serves the custodian. But my decision is absolute. I heard a great deal of your exploits, TIGA. And especially you, K4. Thus, we have ill need of the entire force for such a small excursion, though it is important nonetheless."
KAREN was growing impatient with the little fox's flowery talk and strange promises. She did not like the way she spoke to Pack Leader, and her methods of separation.
"What did you do with Caretakers?" the dark furred wolfess asked bluntly.
Eloise returned to the map project, back to both wolves. "Caretakers?"
"The Facility Nineteen staff." TIGA clarified.
"Oh! Those that stood with you. They are all safe, growing accustomed to their accommodation," Eloise said with a hand wave.
"We have great need of their expertise. Likely you will see them again once Sinai Corporation has repossessed what was coveted."
KAREN clenched her hands to make a fist, but offered no resistance. Not yet, at least. She had difficulty focusing, wondering what her Lanz was up to. But for now, her loyalty was with TIGA, and until the Pack Leader signaled otherwise, all she could do was follow orders.
The vixen turned around, smiling at them both, beaming with authority. "Now, unless thou hast more questions? We'll be leaving in an hour. Prepare in haste."
The pair did not respond, and Eloise nodded approvingly. She spent a few moments going over the finer points of the operation, the target location, and what to expect.
"Ah, and," she added. "Ready thyself, for you may see things which you will find difficult to believe."
\-\*-
Thaddeus hadn't quite gotten over his seething rage from a couple days previous. A few doors broken, imported statues shattered, paintings burned, latest model auto shot full of holes "just for fun." Not quite.
The Doberman didn't like suffering indignities. Especially not from some snotty brat. Heir to the Ohsann name, what a farce. No one had seen Herod Ohsann for decades, and suddenly she came in claiming to be the heir? A joke, a really bad joke.
Scarred face was pulled into a never-ending frown, glass of half-full whiskey in one hand with cigar in the other. A bathrobe fit snugly around his threatening physique as he looked out from stone balcony, overviewing his private estate which sat atop one of the "luxury buildings" Vax Corp owned. High enough that other buildings in New Antares weren't visible, giving him some semblance of peace.
A semblance. He sipped the rest of the bitter alcohol, setting the glass on table. Cunt, his mind would say. Over and over. He replayed the image again and again, the guards shoving him out like he was some common mutt, his suit getting stained with spilled drink, not making it home until well past midnight. Didn't they know who he fucking was?
"I'm Thaddeus goddamn Vax," he answered, to no one. He wanted his auction. He wanted that wolf. He wanted revenge.
"Fuck," he snorted angrily. He tossed away the cigar, halfway burned. He hardly cared. There was only one way to rid himself of all this bad aggression.
The Doberman went inside to estate bedroom. Luxurious and spacious enough it could fit in a second house. Gold plated statues of various figures lined parts of the room, with portraits sporting various figures of importance. Some his own, others individuals in the Vax family. He had an eye for treasures.
But one such treasure was giving him a whole lot of enjoyment these past few days.
The hound smirked. Scheming his revenge would have to wait. At least he could enjoy one of Sinai Corporations other beloved treasures.
"Come, slut," he barked out. He stood in room center, but it didn't matter. She could always hear.
There was a pause. Then, enormous chamber doors to his bedroom opened. In stepped a figure of exotic nature, leering at him with a trifecta of eyes.
"I told ya. It's 'Zii.' You think after all this time you could learn it by now, kagum?"
Thaddeus never considered himself a religious man. Or a believer in anything "bullshit." But after Zii, he started to reconsider.
She was an impish, curvy thing, a voluptuous little entity of incandescent purple skin, long black hair and three, pitch black eyes which observed with slivers of scarlet. Two curled pearl horns protruded from her head and, at height, she only came up to Thaddeus' waist.
Appearing from a little artifact taken from Sinai, the creature claimed she was a demon from the ring of something. Thaddeus didn't care. First time he saw her, he was at a loss. Second time, he noticed her plump, thick hips, generous fat ass and buxom front which evened out the whole of her size and bizarre origins.
Third time he saw her, he did what any hot-blooded hound would do: he fucked her. Senselessly, relentlessly, and as many times as he wanted. To his delight, the possessor of the artifact also controlled her. A free sex demon, as far as the Doberman was concerned.
There was also another side he liked. Frowning, the Doberman strode up to her and smacked her hard across the face, a stinging 'clap' ringing off the walls.
"Nnh!" she yelped. "Sorry, did I touch a nerve your majesty?" added Zii with sarcasm.
"That little mouth of yours gets you into a lot of trouble, slut. Don't push it with me."
She laughed, rubbing cheek. "Thought you liked it when I got into trouble. Besides, what crawled up your ass, your majesty? Latest whore turn you down for a date?"
The Doberman grabbed her by a hair full and yanked, forcing the tri-eyed imp to gaze up at him. She winced, but did not shriek. It was a strange quality, nothing he did could every really break her down. Then again, it just meant he could try his damndest.
"You're a mouthy cunt, and you need someone to fuck the life out of you," he threatened. Zii only smiled.
"That's not gonna' be you, huh?"
His grip released, but only to give her a sharp backhand across the opposite cheek. "For a sex demon, you sure like doing things the hard way. What's wrong? Need more cocks for your hole?"
Zii's long impish ears twitched, tossing her now frayed hair. "Guh, I make weapons, mugwa! M'not a succubus! You think a fat tittied air head like that could made the kind of stuff I do!? If you're gonna use me at le- oh you're taking your clothes off."
An unimpressed expression watched the Doberman disrobe, tossing his attire to the side, flaccid yet impressively thick mast visibly stirring. The black flesh pulsed hungrily and it didn't take a genius to figure out what the dog had in mind.
Thaddeus sneered. "Know what, it doesn't matter. I've got enough problems. I'll make you choke on my cock and there's nothing you can do about it."
The demonic imp rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, tough guy."
Thaddeus growled. But, no. He wouldn't keep arguing with the bitch. He owned \_her, \_he wasn't going to let the succubus play games.
"Get over here," he demanded, pointing in front of him. "Since you're so keen on acting like a disrespectful slut, you ought' to crawl. You don't deserve to walk for your master."
"Ugh, really?" said the imp with notable annoyance. Despite this, however, she was compelled to obey. Slowly, she found herself on all fours like a best, forced to look up in submission, as she began to crawl towards the waiting Doberman.
Each motion caused her supple rear to bounce gingerly, her long pointed ears flattening in frustration. Slowly, she approached, grumbling as she came before her "master" hound, who looked down at her with aroused contempt.
He reached down to once more yank the imp up by the horn, forcing her to stand.
"I'd force you to choke on it, but now you have to earn that too," he mused. Angrily, he threw her face into his testes, forcing her lips to smother against his heavy sac, inciting a muffled yelp from her.
"Worship my nuts, slut," he commanded.
Zii sputtered as the hound's grip released her horn. She wiped her mouth, grumbling. "Whatever you say *master,*" said she with a subtle eye roll.
Clearing her throat, she pressed herself forward, once again allowing lips to linger against hefty stones. Thaddeus' shaft already began to stiffen, though not entirely, the growing length resting over Zii's head like a makeshift rest, while the imp's tongue slipped out to lap away at the little "treasures."
With added gusto, Zii gently took the pair of orbs in palm, rubbing them gingerly as she took long, slow licks over the plump spheres. Her pointed pink tongue would leap out and sensually curve about their shape, slurping upon the needy stones, Thaddeus groaning with approval.
"Kiss em. Tell me how much you love doing it, slut," he added, grinning down at her. The imp glanced to the side dismissively but did as she was told.
Soft lips smacked against the Doberman's fruit as she bequeathed it with a series of slow, small kisses. Each one left a sticky mark of saliva, causing the dog's balls to glisten.
"Grrm," she mumbled. "Yes, I just love sucking your balls, 'maaaaster.' I live to serve, siiiir."
Thaddeus laughed. "If you love them so much maybe you should do a better job."
Grunting, Zii persisted. She tossed her long black hair, before assailing the stones with a series of licks and smooches. Then, without provocation, she suckled each thick orb with maw, wrapping lips about them hungrily, before taking the entire pair into mouth. Thaddeus groaned with approval as a long, sloppy chorus of sucking sounds dribbled from Zii's actions, as her soft lips roamed over the sensitive flesh with steady attentions.
"Mffgga," the demon mumbled. Somewhat pleased, the hound gripped her locks of hair, yanking head back, a trail of sticky saliva bridging testes and lips.
"Not bad," he intoned. "I think I'll let you do a little more."
"Ohh, I feel *so* special," she shot back.
Not rising to the sarcasm, the Doberman gripped his erect, solid cock, having hardened like a stone, promptly shoving into Zii's cheek. He mocked the imp by roving the end of his pike across her visage, rubbing it about in demeaning fashion, sliding it across sticky lips while Zii was forced to suffer the indignity.
"Apologize," he intoned.
Harshly, he smacked his flank upon her face, rapping her cheeks with a battery of claps. The demon winced, biting her lips while the hound relentlessly assaulted her with his mast, mocking her with his thick flank.
"What?" she managed to say. "You're kidding, mugwa?"
Thaddues shoved his shuddering flesh in front of her lips, the tip nudging against oral entry. "Kiss it, and tell me you're sorry," he hissed.
Though Zii resisted at first, she was bound to do so. With a groan, she gave the bellend a long, slow kiss, her lips snugly pursing against the mast. She mumbled angrily, mouth caressing the first inch with tender mouth touch.
"And?" the hound waited impatiently. Zii glanced to the side angrily.
"Sorry," she spat out. The hound struck her with hand.
"Try that one more time," he said acidly. "And this time, tell me how much you love sucking this cock."
Flustered, Zii repeated her act, kissing the tip with a reluctant gusto, offering a series of smacks to appease the brutish hound.
"Sorry 'master.' I love it. I love sucking your cock," she said stiffly.
Thaddeus sneered. But he wasn't done.
Abruptly, he gripped both her horns, adoring how easy they made his next act. Without hesitation, he rammed his eight inches of seething cock straight into Zii's resistant oral tunnel, the piercing pike smashing into maw.
"HGGLK!"
Zii sputtered and gagged as the obsidian inches began thudding into her small hole, bulging throat with every thrust of his loins, heavy testes smacking chin. The tri-eyed demoness looked up with concern, her eyes watering and face blushing, her lips forced to slurp and coax the pounding pole with every motion.
She tried to push herself off, though it would never work, bound to obey the overbearing hound. But she couldn't deny her mouth was packed to the brim, mouth just large enough to snugly fit around the black girth as it assaulted her oral entry.
Loud, sloppy suckles emanated from the coupling, drips of saliva pouring from Zii's chin, pre messily coating the point of impact as she coughed and sputtered throughout the ordeal. To mock her, Thaddeus momentarily pulled his cock from her bulged throat, a messy trail of spit and pre stickily bonding the pair, imp gasping and coughing.
"Y-you M-MUGWA!" she hacked, her already purple skin beginning to blush from lack of air.
"Told you," mocked the hound, as he plunged his hungry cock back into her warm, moist chamber.
Zii wailed in protested, but it was muffled behind the thrust of the dog's houndish humps. The Doberman was content to fuck her throat into submission, and if it rendered her unconscious, it was merely a bonus.
"NNNGH!"
Relief swept over the muscled hound's form, as his sinewy form locked and cock exploded with a deluge of seed. He smashed Zii's head into his groin, forcing the imp still as his tip poured forth ropes of white essence, gushing into her throat. So much spewed forth it freely leaked from her mouth and chin, pooling against the floor, the demon audibly gagging as he bucked every drip of semen into her.
After a moment, he pulled free, Zii loudly gasping with a desperate gulp of air as the Doberman's cock produced a last burst of essence. The imp went to her knees, face sopping with a spray of the hound's issue, sputtering as a juicy fluid of essence dribbled from her throat.
She coughed harshly, cursing. "K-kaf[FA: ](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/)Nornkump! Nnh!"
"Not done," the Doberman said, kicking her harshly on the side, forcing a yelp and making her turn over. He prodded her until rear showed, supple plump ass on display.
"I'm gonna make this hurt, slut."
Zii looked back at him, furious tri-eyes teared up, face a mess of sloppy fluids. She trembled a bit, though more from anger rather than fear. Still, the Doberman came close, preparing to lean over.
"Mister Vax!" a muffled shout from his closed chamber door.
The Doberman hissed with annoyance. "What the fuck now?" he called back. "I'm busy!"
A figure bustled in, another dog, expression frazzled as he stumbled forth, hand holding gun. Thaddeus regarding him with silent fury, turning to see the intruder, own black cock still oozing with his previous act.
The dog blinked, glancing to the demon and the dog, pausing.
"Uh, sir. . ." he trailed.
"Wow, you have the \_worst \_timing," Zii mocked. Thaddeus ignored her.
"What!?" he spat.
The guard hound regained focus. "I'm sorry sir! Sorry, uh, there's uh, a problem. At the gate. Gate of Vax Corp, I mean. Well uh, it's uh."
"If you don't tell me now I'll fuck you into the ground with this slut too," the Doberman threatened.
The guard dog cleared his throat. "It's. It's Eloise, sir. Eloise Ohsann from Sinai."
There was a long pause. Thaddeus could feel himself trembling with anger. The little imp demon started to laugh.
\-\*-
Eloise stood in front of estate entry, protected by armed guards and accompanied with TIGA and KAREN. Behind her, one of the sentries was carrying the locked container gifted by Herod, and before her, the various "pleasantries" of Vax Corp and his private home.
"Ma'am, please. You're going to get yourself killed," insisted the Pack Leader. K4 agreed.
"Small fox is no fighter."
The vixen raised a hand, as her armed protectors began to move forward in formations, preparing for assault. The carrier approached her, kneeling, holding arms out to offer the massive locked case.
"As I said, thine strengths are similar to your own," she assured with a girlish smile. Reaching down, she unlocked the immense case, as a hiss of steam poured out from its sides.
The wolves watched with curious concern, as Eloise pulled forth an object. No, not an object. *A weapon.*
"Ah, dear Acharya."
Soft hands gripped massive, scarlet hilt. With both arms, the vixen lifted free a blade. An immense blade. The polished metal glistened and flat, sharp edges curled the air with heat, Eloise carefully retrieving it, resting it upon ground with an intimidating *thud.*
Various inscriptions and the sigil of Mount Sinai rested at the bottom near crossguard, width of the blade at least a foot. The size, however, was too large to seem practical. It was as tall as the vixen, with a flat tip, drizzling with a seething heat.
And yet, she held it with casual strength.
The wolves were at a loss.
The vixen raised the weapon and placed it front of her, taking a commanding posture. "Now," she would say.
"Dearest KAREN, would thou pry open these gates? There's work to do." |
chibi kingdom hearts ! by Tsumesakamea | #59 of kingdom hearts - **hello im tsume and today were gonna look over are 3 wild and crazy adventurer so fair that had happened so sit back and relax, are first one up is chapter 10: new place, new friends part 2. what i like about this part is how tsume and jake meet olette,pence ,Hayner and | [
"Fanfiction",
"Kingdom Hearts",
"OC"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151105-chibi-kingdom-hearts | \**hello im tsume and today were gonna look over are 3 wild and crazy adventurer so fair that had happened so sit back and relax, are first one up is chapter 10: new place, new friends part 2. what i like about this part is how tsume and jake meet olette,pence ,Hayner and roxas and hangs around in twlight town like its was nothing new, they stayed over with olette to sleep and hang out with the others doing the day , i also like how tsume and Hayner are called lovers because they fight a lot until they go in The Old Mansion and run into axel who challenges them right there on the spot , lets take a look \**
\**roll clip\*\* \**
\**"well look who's here?" said a voice making tsume and jake turn to see Axel with smirk on his face , tsume hated him and really wish could make him disappear \**
\**" oh so you came back for another beat down !?" jake said with a smirk \**
\**" this time you two wont get away" Axel replied ,with a snap of his finger nobody's appear as tsume and jake summoned there keyblades and started to fight them off , it took only 7 minutes to kill them thanks to there training \**
**" looks like all that training payed off" tsume said happily**
**"yeah , so ready to go one on two chili pepper or are you gonna flee like you always do ?" jake asked him but actually cool calm demeanor**
\**" not this time" axel summoned his chakram and threw them at tsume and jake as they both dodge and charge at him ,he easily blocked there attacks even there magic . he threw fireball at them some hit tsume when she tried to block it, the attack will be too much sending her flying into a wall \**
**" tsume! " jake hollered as he turn his attention back to axel, even though they had enough training he was still too strong for them**
**" im getting real tired of this guys fire power" tsume said grunting as she struggle to get up**
**" give up ,you can't beat me" axel said with a chuckle**
**" let's put his flames out !" jake told tsume as she return to his side, tsume and jake charged at him again , axel just smirked and dodge tsume and blast jake out the door and into the front courtyard.**
**" jake !" tsume tried to run to jake but the doors slam closed as a barrier was put up . tsume tried to blast and beat the barrier but that didn't work. as she heard a laugh come from axel and turn to face him**
\**" not so tough now are you princess ?" axel asking smirking \**
\**End of video\*\* \**
\**i think this battle would have me screaming to the heaving for something to happen to him but oh well, roxas do join the fight and help them fight off the heartless and the two are surprise that he has a keyblade but doesn't question it. next up is chapter 22: Meeting Red, i love this chapter because tsume and jake meet this boy name red who seem to be a ghost but says that he's not , he lost his memories and doesn't know who he is but it's unclear to them that if he is trustworthy. \**
\**roll video\*\* \**
\**"hey , can you see me" set up voice making tsunami look around until she spotted a boy around their age , with red hair \**
\**" a-are you talking to us?" tsume asked the boy \**
**" yes i am , my name is red blood but you can call me red" he said with an innocent smile**
\**" uh OK what do you want ?" jake asked \**
\**" well you asked a question my beautiful jake so im here to answer it " red said \**
**" answer what ?" tsume asked confused**
**" how they make green jello , its real easy They take fat liposuction out of Marlon Brando's behind and mix it with some Spirulina.."**
**" WHAT !?" the to shout it cutting him off**
**" OK first you need-"**
**" hold on smart ass , we didn't asked for this just who the hell are you ?!" jake asked cutting the red boy off again**
**" tsume , jake who are you two talking to ?" sora asked looking at the two confused as they seem to be talking to an invisible object**
**" red " she replied**
**" who's red ?" he questioned**
\**"a know it all bitch " jake said rolling his eyes, sora and the others didn't see anyone as they were real confused about this red person they don't see \**
**" uh tsume , there's no one here but us " goofy said**
\**" that's impossible dog , his standing right in front of me and tsume" jake said \**
**" yeah, don't tell me you can't see him sora ?" tsume asked him only for Sora to scratch the back of his head**
\**" uh , sorry but I don't see him" sora said \**
**"but , but - his" tsunami said confuse as she looked at the red boy "OK kid you have five second to tell me why we can see you and sora can't ?"**
**" I don't know , lucky i guess " the boys shrug his shoulders**
\**" your lying, tell me now or off goes your head!" jake shouted as he summoned his keyblade \**
\**" hey , don't get so mad at me that you can see me and they can't" the boy told them \**
\**" are you a ghost ?" tsume asked him \**
**" no "**
**" a spirit ?"**
**" hmm , i don't think so "**
\**" Grrr, your annoying" tsume said with a sweat drop \**
\**" sorry tsume but I don't know what to tell you" red said \**
\**" how do you know my name ?" tsume asked surprised \**
\**" yeah and how did you know mine . we never told you" jake said \**
\**" I just know, can't really say how " red said shrugging again \**
\**End of video\*\* \**
\**red character starts off very friendly and confusing all at once but during there adventure together they half trust him seeing he help activating their Keyblade to a new lvl and helps them with there mission but what was more puzzling was when he would disappear on them and come back not telling them were he has Ben, it was even more harder for him to get them to believe him when he was trying to get them to leave Agrabah , leaving us at a final video Chapter 40:DONT DO IT RED !!!. red time and time again did tell them why he wanted them to leave but tsume and jake didn't listen to him until it was to late and found out he was working for Maleficent. \**
\**roll clip\*\*\*\* \**
\*\* A black smock append and out came Maleficent and red who had a chain collar around his neck and he looks different .His eyes were red , ears and a tail at the end of the tip was on fire\*\*
\**" red ?" tsume said looking at the new look of there friend \**
\**" dude ,what did she do to you ?!" jake asked \**
**" aw didn't you know seeing that you guys were friends you guys shared all secrets"Maleficent said**
\**" tsume is that red?" sora asked \**
**" you can see him sora?"**
**" yea"**
\**" well this is new" jake said \**
**" let him go you ugly ass hag !" tsume yelled**
\**" it looks like your friend red here has joined my side " Maleficent said \**
\**" That's a lie . You brained washed him !" jake said \**
**"I can prove it to you then" She said as she hold out her hand to red and he took it and got down on one knee and kissed it**
\**" YOU UGLY TROLL , RED SNAP OUT OF IT !!" tsume shouted \**
**" why isn't he listening ?" jake question**
\**"somethings wrong. that look in his eyes . it's just evil" sora told them \**
\**"you have until 10 to let him go !" tsume said \**
\**"or you'll be in a cast from head to toe !" jake said \**
**" that's it i had enough of your mouth . red sweetie don't you want to play with your new toys?" Maleficent told him as his eyes glowed red again**
**" yes my master" read replied as he summoned his weapon**
**" he has a keyblade ?!" the three said in Union surprised to see another Keyblade**
**" bring it!" jake said getting ready to fight along with sora**
\**" guys no . Were not going to fight red" tsume said \**
\**" uh tsume hate to be the bearer of bad news but apparently we're not giving a choice here ." jake told her \**
**" but we can't ....I wont !"**
\**" kill them !" pete said as Red jumped high into the air with his katana in hand ready aimed for tsume but jake jumped in the way and blocked his attack which did no good as It sent him and tsume across the room . Then he went after sora and the others , tsume summed her keyblade as she and jake tryed to snap him out of it \**
\**end of video \*\*\*\* \**
\**I think that part of the story was kinda touching because tsume didn't want to hurt red even if he was under a spell and not him self , even though Jake didn't want to show it he didn't want to hurt him either but he had no choice. Well that is all for today see you next time for more playback with chibi kingdom hearts! bye ! \** |
Chapter 1 - Best Friend's Mother by Useless_Providence | **A re-upload of the Eros series, taken down some months ago and now back! As before, fully half the credit for this piece has to go to Spear. He's a fantastically talented writer and I really couldn't have produced this without him! Enjoy!** [https://spear.sofurry.com/](https://spear.sofurry.com/) | [
"M/F",
"MILF",
"Oral",
"Striptease",
"Vixen",
"Wolf",
"strip poker"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149223-chapter-1-best-friend-s-mother | **A re-upload of the Eros series, taken down some months ago and now back! As before, fully half the credit for this piece has to go to Spear. He's a fantastically talented writer and I really couldn't have produced this without him! Enjoy!**
[https://spear.sofurry.com/](https://spear.sofurry.com/)
---
Ryan's feet echoed in the hall as he ran, his sneakers squeaking on the polished linoleum floor as he rounded the corner and sprinted down a row of lockers. He was quick, dashing in and about scattered students making their way to class, ducking the occasional locker door as he pushed himself onward, his heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Running was something he was good at, and something he found himself doing a little too often.
"Spear!"
Above the sound of his own feet and the sporadic complaints of either his fellow students or a member of the school faculty, two additional pairs of sneakers thunders behind them, their footfalls markedly heavier than those of the spry fox. The young fox was unfortunately quite familiar with them; a rather notorious lion and leopard pair known about the school as bullies and ruffians. The lion had taken it upon himself to torment Ryan on a near constant basis; demanding lunch money, verbally abusing him of simply roughing him up for no purpose save his own amusement. The leopard, his slightly less aggressive but no less obnoxious friend, was seldom far behind and always eager to partake.
"Spear!"
Stumbling slightly, Ryan rounded the final corner, closing in on where he knew his friend would be. Spear, the large wolf with the odd name, glanced up from his locker, blinking several times in confusion as he heard his friend call out to him across the hall.
"Hey, calm down, it's no big deal if you're a bit. . ."
Ryan sprinted the final few yards. "SPEAR! HELP ME!"
". . .late. Woah, man, hit the brakes!"
The fox kit ran headlong into his large wolven friend, very nearly tumbling onto his rump from the impact.
Ryan quickly jumped to his feet. "Ah! Found you!"
Spear. A strange name for perhaps a slightly strange wolf; Ryan's friend was one he had come to depend on, especially during this most recent school year. Though a sophomore, Spear had simply overlooked the fact that the fox was in the grade below himself, as much a teenage social faux pas as that may have been. Their friendship had raised more than a few eyebrows, and had seen spread its fair share of rumours.
And where rumours regarding one's sexual preference circulated, bullying and abuse was seldom far behind.
"Hey there, Spear, we just wanted to talk with our little buddy." The leopard skulked around to the right of Ryan, now hiding himself behind the wolf.
The lion, on the other hand, fronted up to Spear as his friend circled about. Though shorter, he was stockier; with a far more powerfully built upper chest and thick, muscled arms. His lips were curled upward in a snarl, his vicious fangs flashing under the halogen lighting.
"Out of the way, dog." The last word was spat out with an added dose of venom. "Little Ryan just owes us some money."
Always so aggressive. Aggressive and stupid.
"Sorry," growled Spear, "I'm not a dog. But you, hating on a freshman, you must be some kind of pussy."
Ryan's eyes darted about, keeping track of both the leopard, who had by now moved almost directly behind him and Spear, and the distressing lack of both teachers and students in this part of the hall. Far from an eagerness to attend their classes, everyone knew that the school's CCTV system had limited coverage, and that Spear's locker was located in an area frequented by bullies and delinquents for that exact reason.
He growled a little himself, bearing his fangs at the Leopard.
"What's the matter, little kit?" said the leopard, his voice oozing with malice, "Everyone is already on their way to class, looks like you and your friend are going to be in trouble either way. Better just pay up and avoid getting your face kicked in again."
The lion took a step forward, unsheathing his claws and menacing them at Spear. "Come on, dog, you gunna protect your little butt-buddy?"
The metallic locker door slammed against the lion's nose just as the school bell rung, drowning out his yelp of pain with its high-pitched clattering. Without thinking, Spear spun about on the stop, seizing Ryan by his shirt collar and dashing backward. Seeing his escape route cut off by the leopard, the wolf did the first thing that came to mind and thrust the fox out in front of him, using him as a battering ram and slamming the feline delinquent to the side. Breaking into a sprint, Spear left the two bullies dazed and confused in his wake, with Ryan stumbling and tripping along behind him. A few members of the faculty shouted after them as they tore through the corridor, fleeing both the two felines as well as Spear's minor indiscretion.
"Ow!"
Ryan rubbed at his chest as the two furs came to a stop, still a little sore from where he had been foxhandled rather violently into the leopard. He was grateful that Spear had sprung him from a tricky situation yet again, though he wished that he need not go through the same process three or four times a week.
Ryan glanced both ways up the now-empty corridor. "Thanks, Spear!"
The embrace about his midriff caught the wolf of guard, though he quickly returned his young friend's hug. Not a typical display of platonic affection for boys of their age, but Spear didn't mind; the hall was deserted and Ryan was clearly in need of some compassion.
"Hey now," he chuckled, "No need for that."
Ryan pulled back, the slightest hint of a blush in his cheeks. "Sorry."
"Ah, forget about it. . ."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" continued the small fox, his eyes lighting up, "I asked my mom, she said you can come over after school. I've just got a new PS4, lots of games we can play!"
With an oversized canid grin, Spear bared his fangs. "Oh, awesome! I'm definitely coming over then. Prepare your tailhole, cause once I'm done owning your casual ass, you won't be able to stand for a week!"
Ryan blinked several times.
". . . It's a joke!" quipped Spear.
"Yeah," replied Ryan. "but you're full of shit if you think I'm not going to grind your noob ass into dust!" He thought himself fairly good and fancied his chances, although Spear was always talking himself up. He'd have to wait and find out, and Ryan had more than a few tricks up his sleeve.
Spear just rolled his eyes. "I dunno, Ryebread, I'm pretty good!"
"RYAN LEE! CLASS, NOW!" Both students nearly jumped out of their fur at the teacher's call.
"Crap, gotta go! I'll see you after school. You'll have to catch my bus, it's a bit of a ride, but my mom said she can drive you home afterwards!"
Ryan jogged his way into the classroom, his tail swishing happily behind him as he disappeared from sight, leaving spear the lone fur standing in the corridor. Ryan's teacher shot him a dirty look, tapping at his wrist and motioning down the hallway with his head.
Spear glanced down at his phone screen. "Oh shit!"
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"You on the right bus? You're not familiar," the old crow said in a gruff voice.
Spear nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm on the right one, don't worry. No need to hold up the line, Captain."
The driver sighed and motioned him aboard with a wave of his greying wing, either too tired or too apathetic to care much for students hitching a ride. With a hop, Spear boarded the bus, quickly making his way down the aisle towards the back, where his friend was seated.
"Spear!"
Ryan bounced excitedly in his seat, his best friend was finally coming over! For the longest time, he had wanted to invite friends around; to play games, watch movies and eat junk food like regular kids his age did. Such a small thing, yet something he had missed out on all throughout middle school, and for a good portion of his first year in high school too. It was clear, though, that he was happy, happier than he had been for some time. No more bullies to deal with; his best friend with him and the prospect of an afternoon of gaming before them.
Spear sat down next to him, taking up the better portion of the bench seat and jutting his legs out into the aisle. "How's it going? Excited?"
Ryan nodded eagerly. "Oh yes! I've got a whole bunch of games, saved up for a while to get them all. My mom even said we could have pizza tonight!"
"Pizza? Sweet! So, are your mom and dad going to be there?"
Ryan's ears suddenly drooped. "Mom will be there, Dad. . . um. . ."
Though they had been friends for some time now, Spear only just realised that he truthfully knew very little about Ryan's family. He'd never heard him talk about any brothers or sisters, and only seldom did he mention his mother. It wasn't unusual, the wolf didn't talk about his own, admittedly larger and more cohesive family, all that often, though it still struck him as slightly strange that Ryan hadn't brought it up.
Rather than push the matter and possibly upset his friend, he decided to change topics.
"So, what pizza we having?"
The mention of the greasy treat perked Ryan up almost instantly "Triple meat supreme!"
Spear made a show of twisting his face in mock disgust, "Ew, how can you put all that crap in your mouth? I've always liked plain cheese, believe it or not."
"That's cool, we can get two."
"Sweet."
Spear's tail wagged idly behind him as the bus drove onwards, his yellow eyes lazily scanning the passing scenery as it turned from inner city commercial, to suburban, and finally to semi rural. He couldn't help but smile contently as his friend bounced and yipped happily beside him, excitedly babbling about the various games he had, as well as colourfully describing the fate that would befall Spear when they finally went head-to-head. For the most part, he was simply happy to be able to spend some time with his friend, though a small part of him was glad to escape the clutter and chaos of his own home which at times could be a stressful environment. He loved his parents to death, certainly, but they had a tendency to be intense at times. His sister, however, could be a real handful.
"Spear, we're here!"
The bus groaned to to a stop at the head of a short gravel road. Ryan and Spear jumped off the bus, hurrying their way up the street towards Ryan's house. A number of properties dotted the area, most set behind rows of trees or thickets of bush, providing a good deal of privacy as well as helping muffle the sounds of the nearby highway.
"Woah, ease up, Ryebread!"
Ryan turned about, laughing at his slightly slower friend as he ran for his front door. His home was a two story wooden house, weathered and aged, yet clearly well kept, with a fresh coat of paint having recently been applied. In part, one of the reasons why Ryan had yet to have friends over was his chores; he and his mother had their work cut out for them maintaining the home, and it cut deeply into his free time.
"Here it is!"
Ryan clambered up the steps at the front of the house, flinging the flywire open before pushing the front door in and stepping inside, his friend close behind. "Mom! I'm home!"
Alexis Lee gracefully picked herself up from the couch where she had spent most of the afternoon lazing about and walked into the hallway. The vixen was clad in her usual attire, an agreeable, form-fitting tank top and jeans which nicely accentuated her shapely breasts and soft, heart-shaped rear. Her full and flowing tail swished and twitched slowly from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floorboards as she approached the two young furs. A little stiff after her sedate afternoon, Alexis stretched a little in front of them, pushing her arms up and behind her head, lifting her tank top slightly and revealing her tight, flat belly. Despite being on the other side of thirty-five, she took effort to maintain her figure, and had an athletic yet still definitively feminine build.
Her voice was warm and welcoming. "Hi there! You must be Spear, Ryan has told me all about you."
The wolf couldn't help but stare stupidly for several seconds.
Uh. . ." he shook his head. "Yep! Spear Mint, always fresh and at the ready!"
"Mint?" quizzed Alexis. "That's an interesting name."
Spear fumbled a little with his reply. "Well. . . uh. . . my sister's name is Pepper, guess my parents had a sense of humour, or something."
"Well, Mr. Mint." she said, giving both boys a playful smile. "It's lovely to have you here. Ryan was so excited that he could have friends over, he's been wanting to show off his Xbox for so long."
"Mom!" complained the small fox. "It's a PlayStation!"
"Sorry, sweetie. I'll order some pizza for you boys, and there's iced tea and soda in the fridge, feel free and help yourselves."
"Thanks, Miss Lee." said Spear, doing his best to crack a smile. "Oh, and uh, nice to meet you too!"
"Oh please, call me Lexi."
"Sure. . . Lexi."
Leaning over, Lexi gave her son a tight hug, ruffling his headfur a little before striding back into the living room, her tail giving one last, sensual flick before it disappeared around the corner.
Spear immediately turned to his friend. "Dude, your mom!"
"Shut up!" He semi-seriously punched his friend in the arm.
"Hey!" replied Spear. "I'm just saying!"
Ryan was aware of the fact that his mother was considered an attractive vixen; his keen vulpine eyes catching more than a few double-takes from passers by when they were out and about in public. It was something he seldom thought about, but to have his friend bring it up to brazenly was a little off putting.
"Forget about it, Rye. So, we gonna fire up your PlayStation?"
"Oh, yeah!"
Ryan excitedly led his friend up the stairs to his room. Without any siblings, he had been given almost complete reign of the upper floor. The landing had been converted into a small entertainment area, complete with a sizeable TV and some comfortable bean bag chairs.
"Do you like it? Me and my Mom did it all up after. . . .well, after Dad left. He used to have his drinking buddies up here. But now we can use it for games and movies!"
Ryan sat down and turned on his console. For a moment, he was a little distant, a slight waver in his voice as he pulled out various games and showed them to Spear. "Kinda a big house for just two furs, don't you think?"
Spear was momentarily distracted by Ryan's setup, something he himself was not able to enjoy at his own home thanks to his rat-packing parents. Even his own belongings had been relegated to an uncomfortable corner of the bedroom he shared with his sister.
"Wha. . . oh. Yeah, it is pretty big, but it's badass that you have all this space! It's like you have your own apartment." He smirked, and then leaned in to whisper, "You don't have to worry much about people watching you jack off up here."
Ryan blushed. "Spear!"
"Ha, I'm joking, geez." the wolf said, grinning at the fox. He could tell from his friend's embarrassment that he had stumbled upon something. Not that it was surprising, since he did it plenty himself, but it was still funny to catch someone who wasn't open about it. In truth, he didn't care - he'd actually appreciate having someone to talk about such things with, especially considering how harsh school could be. His own, rather kinky browsing habits, however, were something he went to great lengths to keep hidden; he'd probably die of shame if the fact that he posted erotic stories online was ever revealed. Certainly, he may well have been putting his A-grade in English to good use, although he suspected his parents and teachers might not approve.
"Anyway," he continued. "What are we gunna play, you got any shooters?"
Ryan had carefully placed his games into a number of neat piles. "Oh, I have a few. Killzone and Call of Duty. . . Oh, and GTA! I've got a bunch of racing games too."
"Hit me up with CoD, time to lay the smackdown!"
Ryan grinned. "Ok then, prepare to get your stinking dog tail whipped!"
---
"Ha ha!"
The young fox was having the time of his life. He had finally found something he was better than his friend at! Spear just seemed to be so good at everything, and had the confidence to match. For Ryan, the sight of his friend's frustration as landed yet another 40mm grenade at his feet brought him thrills and a surge of adrenaline.
"Who's the noob now, doggy?"
He had been called cheap, but if he was honest, he just enjoyed watching people get so worked up over a game. Everyone online was so sure of themselves, so certain that any failings on their part were due to factors outside their control; game balance, latency, even a near-constant run of bad luck. As far as Ryan was concerned, if the weapons were there, why not use them?
"Enjoy your trip!" Again, he laughed as he ragdolled Spear's body about, courtesy of yet another grenade.
The wolf's frustration continued for another few minutes before the round finally ended; Ryan had managed to top the team with a rather annoying AC-130 strike.
He grinned obnoxiously at Spear. "Eat it!"
Spear shot his friend a dirty look. The controller clattered to the ground as he stood up, towering over the small fox. "Cheap."
"Hey!" protested Ryan. "Don't hate the player, hate the. . ."
"Boys! Pizza's here!" The call of Ryan's mother sent a wave of relief washing over Spear.
"Oh, thank God." He blinked for a few moments. "I mean, um, thank God for that pizza, I was starving! Of course that's why you won, fox!"
He gave Ryan a genuine smile, feeling slightly miffed, but hardly upset at the outcome of their gaming session, and then put his controller down before heading for the stairs. "C'mon!"
---
Lexi watched her son and his friend walk in and seat themselves at the table. The pizza had only just been delivered, and was sitting on the counter, steaming hot and delicious. The smell wafted over the two furs, enticing their senses and sending pangs of hunger through them. Ryan hadn't eaten since breakfast.
"Here you go, sweetie," she said, placing one of the boxes in front of Ryan. "Triple meat supreme!"
"Aw yeah!"
In doing so, she had to lean over a bit, unknowingly flicking her tail up and in front of Spear's face, coming within an inch of contacting his nose. In this position, her rear was strained against her jeans, full and inviting. She wasn't accustomed to having guests, and so seldom concerned herself with such things.
". . .Wow."
As her tailed wafted near him, Spear's nose twitched. Her gentle but sharp feminine scent got his attention, and his ears flicked a few times. Without even having to move his head to stare at her ass, his eyes were glued to it, wide and unblinking.
"And for you, regular cheese." Again, she placed a pizza down, this time in front of Spear. Though not leaning as far forward, she still had to press her chest out just a little, jutting it in front of the wolf. It was too much to not look for a fleeting moment; surely she wouldn't notice if it was only a second!
"Thank you!" he hastily spoke. Spear's pulse had quickened substantially, and he was genuinely worried that he might either blurt out or do something that he would later regret.
"Okay boys, I'm going to do the washing, just put the boxes in the trash once you're done!" With a wave, Lexi walked from the room, leaving the two furs to enjoy their meal.
"No problem, Miss Lee!" he called after her, and took a monstrous bite out of the pizza. He was already down to the crust.
Ryan's eyes were fixed upon Spear. His keen fox vision had easily picked up his wolf friend's rather direct approach, though his mother had showed no signs of noticing.
"I saw you checking out my Mom." He was a little flustered, though not enough to get angry with his friend. Perhaps it was merely his own frustration building. Spear was enjoying himself an eyeful of a real, live vixen. Ryan. . . he had his porn, and little else.
The wolf laid his ears back. "I-I'm sorry, she bent over and. . . "
He quickly shot a glance up the hallway, checking to make sure that the vixen was out of earshot. "Does she even have normal clothes?!"
Ryan shrugged. "It's just what she wears. She used to wear dresses and stuff, but then Dad left and. . . I don't know, I think maybe she wants to feel young. . . or something."
Truthfully, he was just guessing. He knew very little about adult relationships, and even less about how a broken marriage might affect a woman. As far as he was concerned, his mother was just like that; loving, caring, sweet. . . and perhaps lacking a little modesty in the wardrobe department. She would at least dress properly during parent-teacher interviews. Somehow, they always seemed to turn out alright.
"Oh, just forget about it." he said, finishing off his first slice. "What did you want to play next?"
---
The hours wore on; with Spear and Ryan playing well into the evening. They had enjoyed a variety of games, from shooters to fighting games, and now, racers. It was a genre that Spear found himself at even more of a disadvantage when compared to his young, dextrous friend. Repeatedly, he found himself crashing or spinning out of control, typically accompanied by a choice expletive and a howl of laughter from Ryan.
But, he was having fun. Sitting here with his friend, chewing his way through an irresponsible amount of pizza, playing games and having the time of his life.
"Man. . . I don't want to think about going. Can I just live here?" He looked at the fox, his expressional and tone almost serious. "You have the room, that's for sure. Lucky fox. . ."
Ryan's eyes lit up. They didn't have school the following day, perhaps his mother would let Spear stay a little longer. "Wait here, I'll ask my Mom if you can at least stay over!"
The fox disappeared down the stairs, tail wagging excitedly behind him, leaving Spear to his own devices for a minute or two. A small, brief discussion could be heard from the kitchen, before Ryan again charged back up to the landing.
"She said yes! You can stay the night if you want, she's just calling your parents now to let them know!" Ryan gave his friend another hug, nuzzling himself into his shoulder briefly before pulling back, blushing slightly.
"Um...sorry about that. We don't have any spare beds, so you'll have to sleep on the couch downstairs, is that okay?"
Spear wagged his tail excitedly. "Oh? I can stay? Great! My parents can be so worried about where I'm out sometimes." He looked a little annoyed, but the hug brought him out of the momentary funk, and he nuzzled his friend back. No longer at school, he didn't mind being a bit closer, and rather enjoyed the chance to display a bit of brotherly affection. Besides, the fox was. . . kinda cute.
Not at all surprising, considering his genes. Anything that came from Lexi would be certain to turn a few head.
"Couch sounds good." he said. "Anyways, I'm sure you'll need your privacy tonight."
He laughed at the tease, picking up the pizza boxes as Ryan made another face at him. "I'll take these downstairs. All that pizza made me a little sleepy anyways. I think I ate too much, really."
"Ok,sounds good." Ryan yawned. It was only a little past 11pm, but a full week of school had taken its toll on the young fox; he didn't quite have the stamina of Spear. He paced about, wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxer shorts, picking up games and stashing them away.
"Mum put out some blankets on the couch for you. If you get thirsty in the middle of the night, there is iced tea in the fridge. You can have as much a you want."
Putting the last few games away, Ryan stepped into his room, shooting a smile back over at his friend.
"Goodnight, and. . . um. . . thanks for coming over."
"Aww, alright. Sleep tight, Ryebread. And thanks for inviting me over! I had a ton of fun, really. Some of the most fun I can remember." he said with a slightly sheepish smile.
He petted the fox's head and trotted down the stairs. On the couch, sure enough, were some comfortable blankets, piled neatly with a selection of pillows. Arranging the bedding, he settled back and made himself comfortable. It wasn't bad! If anything, it was more comfortable than his own bed, as well as actually offering him some peace and quiet, something his own home was sorely lacking in. Kicking back and relaxing here should be easy!
After an hour or so of tossing and turning, though, he simply couldn't get to sleep. His mind repeatedly wandered back to Miss Lee's ass and chest. . . and so did his hand, down to his crotch. Even the mere thought of the vixen was getting him hard.
Seeing as how he was alone, he went ahead and stuffed a paw down his jeans, feeling himself up more intimately. He himself worked up enough that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, his mind focused on just one thing.
---
Lexi paced her way down the hall. It was just coming up to midnight, and she was confident that the boys would be in bed. Thought normally asleep herself at such an hour, from time to time she would venture into the kitchen to fix herself a drink. Sometimes she might fix herself several.
It wasn't that she had made a habit of drinking alone, though some of her friends had raised concerns; Lexi simply wanted to unwind. Her day had been relatively peaceful, and with her son the happiest she had seen him in a long time, she felt like a little indulgence or her part wouldn't go amiss. Ryan was all she had left in the world, her one shining light, and to see him so jubilant and lively brought joy to her heart.
She hummed softly to herself, retrieving the bottle from above the fridge and setting it down on the table with a loud clank.
---
Spear was half way through tending to himself when he heard the sound of the bottle echo from the kitchen. He barked in surprise, and shot up to a sitting position, his dilated pupils darting about in search of the disturbance.
"Wha. . . ?"
His gaze fell upon the light pouring from the kitchen across the hall. Who was up at this hour? Had Ryan come down to fix himself a drink? Curiosity got the better of him, and he threw the blankets aside, picking himself up from the couch and rapidly pulling his pants back on. Cautiously, he stepped toward the kitchen, wary of the creaking floorboards. The absence of Ryan's typical scampering told him that his friend was more than likely still tucked snuggly in his bed, which meant. . .
He peeked around the corner and into the kitchen.
". . . damn."
She hadn't seen him, but he had most definitely seen her. Lexi had discarded her jeans for a pair of shorts, reaching barely half way down her long, slender thighs. Loose, but not so much that her buttocks wasn't nicely framed as she sat in the chair, leaning forward and toying with a glass. She still wore her tank top, though the addition of the shorts meant that a great deal more of her luxurious fur was on display, something Spear was extremely appreciative of. The rapidly expanding bulge in his pants was testament to that!
Without thinking, the wolf found himself stepping around the corner and into the kitchen.
"H-hi, Miss. . .L, uh, Lexi," he panted. "You're still up?" It was a dumb question, but it was the first thing that had come to mind.
Lexi simply raised her eyebrow.
"I was just. . . um. . . getting some iced tea, yeah. . ."
Lexi watched with curiosity as the wolf-boy paced his way into the kitchen. Shiftless as he was, she couldn't help but admire him; he was quite something. Young, certainly, but with a well-built body and sharp, defined features. The fact that he was awkwardly shielding his crotch with his paws was painfully obvious. Her eyes, however continually found themselves returning to his flowing mane. It wasn't something typical of his breed, though it did have a certain wild charm to it.
She took another sip from her glass before talking.
"Sit down, Spear, I hope you don't mind if I ask you a question."
Lexi waited until the wolf boy had seated himself before leaning back in her chair. She was a little tipsy, and though far from drunk, she made no secret of the fact that her eyes were wandering over his body, taking in his features, eating him up. He was tall for his age, a few years clear of puberty and well toned, and a good deal more masculine than his vulpine friend.
"Why are you such good friends with my son?" she started. "He hasn't had much luck, he's too timid. I think having his father leave really got to him, he was very young at the time. . ."
Lexi took another sip of the amber liquid. She didn't know why she was sharing this with the wolf, he was twenty years her junior! Perhaps she was simply glad for the company.
"Well," he began, pausing to gather his confidence. At first, he was only staring at the kitchen table, but he looked up after a moment and gave a quiet, forced laugh. "Other than with him helping with my homework? He's always getting picked on at school. I used to, and I do come from a poorer family. I know what it's like. I stood up for him a few times, and we just started talking. He's a good guy! Smart, cool, and. . ."
Spears ears suddenly drooped, as too did his eyes, and his voice took on a softer, more serious tone.. "He actually mentioned the dad thing in passing before we started playing. It was really sad. . . I suppose I kinda feel a bit like a big brother to him."
Lexi quickly glanced out of the kitchen, as if expecting Ryan to suddenly appear, before returning her gaze to the wolf. "Spear, does he. . . get much attention from the girls at school?"
"Hm, well. . ." He shuffled a little in the chair. "He gets bullied a lot, more than even I did, which is why I stood up for him; I knew what it was like. So, uh, if girls literally kicking him down in the hallways counts as attention, then yeah, he gets it. If you mean being asked out, having a girlfriend, chicks flirting with him. . . I haven't seen it."
He averted his eyes from the vixen. ". . . Sorry."
A warm, soft paw crept over his fingers and sent a shiver down his spine. Snapping his vision back, he saw Lexi leaning forward across the table, her delicate digits playing across his knuckles.
"Thanks." she said. "It's not much, but it helps him."
"Y-yeah, it's no big deal!" The wolf coughed.
She allowed her paw to linger for a moment, very gently stroking her fingers over his, before pulling back. "You said you were from a poor family? We're not exactly rolling in it here, but I've managed to save up a bit. I'd like to treat you and Ryan to something special, maybe a day out somewhere. He really does need some brotherly companionship, I...um...didn't get a chance to make him one myself."
She laughed a bit at her own joke, before leaning back again, folding her arms across her chest.
"But anyway, Spear." she said, her voice now taking on a distinctively playful tone, "Why are you up so late anyway?"
"I could ask you the same thing." he replied with perhaps a little too much ego.
Lexi raised her eyebrow with a sly grin. "Oh? I didn't realise I needed your permission to stay up past my bedtime. What's wrong, couch not comfortable enough?"
Spear picked up on her tone. After a long pause, he finally replied, only half-joking as he spoke. ". . . No?"
Lexi giggled a little. This wolf-boy was cute! She'd seen the way he behaved around her son, always putting on the tough, cool act. It was understandable; they were kids, after all.
A rather dirty thought crossed her mind.
She shifted a little in her seat. It was late, she'd had a bit to drink, and Spear didn't have school tomorrow. What harm would a little fun be? It might be nice to tease him a little...
"Oh, that's no good!" she replied with a distinctive tone of mock-seriousness. "I can't have my guests uncomfortable!"
The vixen stood up, walking over to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard. She was experienced enough to know that Spear was hiding something in his lap, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. She was actually quite flattered that someone two decades her junior found her attractive.
"You know, sometimes I can't sleep, so I play solitaire for a while. I find it helps!"
She bent over, this time purposely giving Spear an eyeful of her buttocks. Her shorts rode up, allowing the tiniest hint of her cotton panties to peek out as she gracefully gyrated her hips, swishing her tail back and forth, wafting her feminine scent across the room.
"Ah, here they are!" She held up a pack of cards. "Care for a game? I'm not very good, so go easy on me!"
Spear started to object. "U-uh, I was only jo. . ."
His protests died instantly when she bent over. This time, he didn't try to hide his gaze. After pawing off without finishing, the wolf had simply lost his self control in that regard. It was perfectly shaped; the woman clearly took care of herself - his own mother looked nothing like Lexi.
"A game?" he finally said, after licking the few droplets of drool that had snuck their way from his muzzle onto his lips. The usual overconfident wolf returned, and the boy grinned. With crossed arms, he nodded. "Sure! I'm a natural with these sorts of things. Should've seen me with Ryan all day!" Of course, he neglected to mention how he had spent most of the afternoon having his ass handed to him on a plate.
"Oh, that's good! how about poker then? I usually don't have anyone to play with! You do know how to play, don't you?" Lexi sat down again, taking another sip of her bourbon and dealing out the cards. Her vulpine blood made her cunning, and she had a real gift for such games. Of course, she wasn't about to tell Spear that; she found him rather delightful when he was confident!
"But. . ." she tapped her finger to her chin a few times. "Poker is only fun when you have something to bet. I don't want to take money from you, can you think of anything else?"
Her voice was full of mock-innocence. She was leaving all the tough calls up to him, to see if he really was as confident as he made himself out to be. Perhaps he would surprise her. Perhaps tonight might be fun after all.
Spear thrust his paws into his pockets, grasping about for anything that might make for a good wager. "Well, uhm. . .' He only had one thing on him. The wolf licked his lips. His mind wandered back to the sight of her bending over, the shorts so tight and revealing that he saw her panties. But he can't ask for an adult to bet their clothes.
"Clothes." The word came out of his muzzle faster than his brain could stop him.
"Oh. . . ho? Really now?" Lexi shot Spear a sultry, seductive look. Her own heart fluttered a little, this was. . . Exciting. So taboo and forbidden! Was she really about to play strip poker with her son's friend? He was just a kid! Without a doubt, he had a tasty body and was almost of legal age, but. . .
She quickly pushed such thoughts from her mind. It had been so long; she was going to have some fun. "Well, does little wolfy really want to bet against his friend's Mom? Don't think I didn't catch you staring earlier, you really should be more careful around foxes, we're a crafty bunch!"
"I. . ."
She giggled again.
"That's it!" he thought. If this vixen wanted to play games, then he'd play games! Spear gave her a broad, wolfy smile, looking right at her. His heart was beating so fast that he could barely keep his voice level as he spoke in a low, deep whisper.
"Yes, I do want to bet against you."
It didn't matter that the wolf was, as near as it mattered, pitch black - he was blushing and she could sense it. But he was also incredibly horny; he kept shifting in his seat, working his thighs against each other. If she knew he was eyeballing her and was agreeing to this, then. . . damn it, there really wasn't a reason to hide it!
"Ok, I'll start in that case." said Lexi, scooping up her cards. "I'll bet one piece."
Spear scrambled to pick up his own cards. He studied them intently, doing his very best to recall the rules of the game he had so eagerly agreed to play. Cards were worth points; with higher valued carded being worth more. Matching suits were good, too. . . That's all he needed to know, right?
He had an ace high. "Sure, I'll bet one. . . and raise you one."
The vixen shrugged and dropped her cards in front of her. "Oh my, seems if you're going to raise straight away, I'd better fold. I can't compete with that sort of boldness!"
Truthfully, her cards were of little concern. This was all part of the act, a common trick in poker, Get them confident, lure them in, then strike! There was no way in hell this kid knew what he was doing, she could see it in his eyes.
"Now. . ." she said, standing up from the table. "I believe I owe you one piece."
Lexi walked around to Spear's side, sitting herself on the tabletop just next to him.
"So, wolfy, which one is it?" She pointed to both her shorts and tops. "Do I lose the shorts. . . or. . . this?"
The most arrogant smirk was plastered across his face. As Lexi approached, however, it simply melted away; he hadn't expected this. With a loud gulp, he looked over her body. There was no need to be subtle about it anymore; he was free, he was invited, he could take the eye candy in front of him and eat it up. Despite his nervousness, the quiver in both his voice, he simply couldn't pass this up. His paw trembled with raw anticipation, until it reached the vixen's soft, furry thigh. It slid up, tucking up and under her ridiculous excuse for a pair of shorts.
"This."
Lexi allowed him his little indulgence before hopping off the table, playfully slapping his paw away,
"Well, ok, if that's what wolfy wants. . ."
Slowly, she slid her paws up her thighs and hooked them into the waistband of the shorts. Turning around, she took a step back toward him, slowly lowered her shorts, shaking and gyrating her hips as she did so. Her tail fluffed outward, curling around Spear's head and drawing him in, forcing him to look nowhere else but her panty-clad rear. His keen wolf nose would tell him that she was damp, a slightly darker patch clearly visible in the crotch of her panties. She wiggled her hips a few more times, finally dropping the shorts to the floor and stepping out of them. Her tail recoiled from his head and she spun about, picking up the discarded garment and depositing them in his lap.
'She's wet... she's wet for me!' He was her big bad wolf!
"Here you go!" she said, winking. "Why don't you hang onto those for me?"
With a playful snap of the elastic of her panties, she returned to her seat, picking up the cards and dealing again. "Okay, Spear, your turn to bet."
When the clothing hit his lap, he quickly looked down.. Some of her moistness had soaked into it, and its warmth radiated over him. His ability to focus was ruined at this point, and he inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of her lustful desire from the fabric.
"Alright, foxy lady."
He picked up his cards. They were. . . cards. He could barely read them as fogged with desire as his mind was, let alone formulate any sort of coherent game plan. He continued to wiggle his hips, grinding his shaft against the shorts he had pressed into his crotch. The scent of the vixen once more worked its magic on him; Spear simply had to get her to take off another piece!
"I'm discarding two."
The exchange took place, and two furs eyed their revised hands. Spear's selection looked slightly better than it had previously Was it good enough? He didn't know the order of poker hands. "Alright, one piece."
"One piece?" quipped Lexi. "That's it? Hmmmm. . . okay, I'll call your bet. Care to raise?" Lexi had a good hand, two pair, but it was always possibly that Spear had lucked out. Three of a kind and above would beat here. For the first time that evening, she took a real gamble.
"No raise." Spear replied.
He seemed. . . confident. Still, her intuition told him that his adolescent brain was more than likely completely awash with lust. Excess testosterone and good decision making seldom went hand in hand, and the relatively tame nature of their game to this point would almost certainly have the wolf boy anguishing in frustration.
Time to add to it.
"Oh, that's a shame." she said, flashing her fangs and depositing her cards on the table for him to see. "Say, you you'd mind terribly if I finger myself a little? It's been a while and. . . ohhh. . . that's it."
It was just a show, all she did was put her paw in her lap, hidden from his view, make a few faces and moan a little. If anything were to happen, she was going to make him earn it.
"F-finger?"
All he could do was sit there and pant at her, looking for all the world a dumb, stupid dog. The boy couldn't even stop humping his own paw under the table like some mutt who found a good leg. It only got worse for him as she twisted and contorted her face for him.
But he still had a game to play. Tearing his vision away from the sight of the vixen, he glanced down at his own hand. His face turned from dumbstruck desire to a devilish grin within seconds..
"I don't know what this is called," he whispered to her, laying his cards out on the table to be seen. "But all the cards are in sequence. That beats you, right?"
Lexi sat bolt upright in her chair, her false ministrations instantly ceasing. He had. . . beaten her? How?! Her plan had been to shed only a single piece, then see how recklessly she could make him bet, how far she could push him. All this had come crumbling down when he had actually produced a half-decent hand.
"Wow, uh, nice call, wolfie. Guess you get another piece."
In a smooth motion Lexi stood up, pulling her tank top up and over her head, twirling it about her finger a few times before tossing it over to the wolf. Clad now in nothing but her panties and bra, she struck a pose for Spear, lifting her breasts a little and letting them fall back to her chest.
"Guess it's game on now, Spear!" she said, giving him a quick twirl before again taking her seat. "Seems you're on a bit of a roll there. Care to go in for the kill?"
"Of course, I'm a wolf," he answered, placing her top in his lap with her shorts. As much as it still mattered, Spear was practically jerking himself off, using her discarded clothing on his shaft as his hips bucked and twisted under the table.
Lexi dealt another hand, and it was her turn to bet. Studying her cards closely, she discarded and picked up, shuffling them about a bit in her paw before placing them face down on the table.
"Two pieces." she said. "Going to raise?"
Spear didn't respond; his eyes will still glued to his cards.
"You know." she said lazily, "I've only got two pieces left, if you win a few more from me, maybe I might have to make it up. . . some other way?"
In truth, nearly all of Spear's logical thought processes had long since left him. The wolf's balls ached. His eyes weren't even looking at the cards, they were glued on the almost-visible breasts. He wondered what her nipples looked like, he wondered what it'd be like to suck on them, he wondered what it'd be like to fuck them.
And then her words caught up with him.
Did she. . . did she offer? He knew this was a fun, sexy game, but he didn't seriously think it'd go beyond intense teasing.
"M-miss Lee, are you saying. . ."
A nod.
Spear didn't even look at his cards. "Alright, raise. Three pieces!"
"Three pieces? That all?" said Lexi, settling back in the chair casually. "That might get you a little kiss, maybe. . . would you like that?"
She looked at her own cards again, maintaining her poker face, completely neutral. "I thought wolves were good hunters. Are you going to let this one get away?"
She mashed her breasts together a little. She was enjoying teasing this young wolf immensely, but the more she did it, the greater the ache in her own loins became. She'd almost certainly have to spend the remainder of the evening with a vibrator rammed squarely up her cunt at this rate. Still, she could hold off, at least for now. She had come so far, and was lusting for some cock. She wanted to see what this wolf boy was packing.
Maybe get a little taste. . .
"So, Spear, are you game? Or is three pieces your limit?"
"F-fuck!" He pretended to look at his hand too, but only so he would look sure of himself.
"Shit, what am I doing?"
"Everything." That's all he could think of. If three pieces is a kiss, he didn't want to waste a second asking how many pieces would get him what he wants. "Winner take all, loser does anything."
Spear's wolfhood was all but hanging from his pants by now. His musk mixed with hers in the air, and there simply was no way she couldn't smell it with her keen, vulpine senses. Primal, young lust; a virgin, yes, but so, so strong. The big, black wolf, he was the cream of the crop, wasn't he?
"Read 'em and weep!" He laid out his cards, ending the bluffing and betting. There was nothing there but a high card, a Queen.
"Oh Spear, poor, silly little Spear. . ." Lexi casually flicked her cards down in front of her. It had been simple, an easy conquest, and though perhaps a little unfulfilling, he had just said that the loser would do anything. That more than made up for a rather mediocre game of poker!
A full house.
Lexi inhaled deeply. Her nose wasn't as keen as his, but the scent of his arousal was clear to her, musky and thick, overriding her own, hiding the fact that perhaps she wanted this just as much as he did.
Perhaps more.
"Now. . . Spear," she started, her voice now dripping with raw, unrestrained desire, "get your tail over here, let's get you out of those clothes."
His shirt had long since been discarded, leaving the wolf in nothing but his pants as he nearly tripped over his own tail scrambling from his chair and over to the vixen. He quickly discarded his pants, wiggling out of them impatiently, his face a goofy, stupid grin. If it hadn't been obvious to Lexi up to this point, the fact that his boxers did a very poor job of containing his erection was now blindingly, glaringly obvious.
"Uh. . ." he blushed. "They, um, most don't fit me."
"I can see that." Right in front of her, the wolf had a modestly thick, but long piece of wolf meat; about eight inches, judging from sight.
A moment of silence passed, and he simply looked over her. Her breasts were perfect, her legs were perfect, her buttocks and belly were perfect! Everything was perfect! A tiny bead of pre dripped from the wolf's tip.
"So, what are you going to make me do, Miss Lee?" he asked eagerly.
"I thought I asked you to call me Lexi. . ."
Lexi reached out with her paw, taking the wolf cock in her fingers and slowly stroking up and down. She grinned up at Spear, locking their gaze together as she attended to his hardness, feeling every ridge of his shaft in her grasp, every vein popping out, sensing his heartbeat pulsate under her pads.
"If I had known my son's friends were so. . . well equipped, I would have invited you here a lot earlier."
She fluttered her eyelids, blinking a few times and moved her muzzle closer, still maintaining eye contact. "Is that what wolfie wants? Does he want to get himself some hot, vixen mom? She's been so lonely, she's so eager and ready. . ."
In a single motion, Lexi took Spear's length in her muzzle, sucking it down to the base, lapping her skilled tongue about the head, wrapping it all the way around before drawing back.
Just a single, quick suck, but enough to bring the wolf to the very edge of release. "How does that sound? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, I. . . I really want you," he whimpered. Even now, it was embarrassing to say it out loud.
As her paw continued to massage his cock, he gently bucked his hips, straining to bring himself further pleasure.
"You want me? You want your best friend's mom? Oh, you're such a bad wolf!" She kissed him on the neck. "Say it again for me, Spear. Say how much you want me. . ."
"Yes, damn it!" He really growled now. "I want to fuck, Lexi!"
"Fuck?" said Lexi, chiding the younger wolf. "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk like that around adults?"
She couldn't help but laugh, both at her brief attempt at mothering, and the eagerness with which Spear had accepted her proposition. "But, seeing as you're going to have to act all grown up tonight, maybe I'll tell you what you can do instead."
Lexi leaned forward, licking all the way from Spear's chest, up his neck and to the tip of his ear, before whispering heatedly in it. "I want you to put me on this table, spread my legs and show me just what you can do with that big, thick wolf cock of yours."
Her paws pumped at his shaft a few more times.
"But first, you're going to return that little favour I just did for you. If you do a good job. . ." she gave his cock a final squeeze before letting it go, ". . . you can have all the hot, wet vixen pussy you want."
Spear gnashed his fangs together. The pumps were edging him, and he was getting so very desperate. He'd do anything for it, anything to feel her pussy about his cock.
"Y-yes Lexi. . . please, I want your pussy!"
The wet tongue began at Lexi's cheek, and he dragged it down her neck and across her chest. He took a moment to stop there, and tried to undo her bra. It was obvious he had never even touched one before and, getting frustrated, he simply cut it off with a claw with an impatient growl. His lips wrapped over her breasts, and he spend a few moments suckling on them, squeezing them, mashing them together.
"Hmmmm. . . keep going, wolfy."
After the brief pause, his descent continued. His tongue trailed over her stomach, and he stared up at her, before finally resting on his knees. For Spear, the smell was simply too strong. Here he had a ready, willing, eager adult. Too horny to control himself, the wolf went feral, and dove at her entrance with his muzzle. His paws spread her legs slightly, letting the wolf's tongue lap and lick deeply. His lips contacted her folds, and he pushed them apart, forcing enough of his muzzle in to give her the pleasure she so desperately sought.
"Ohhh, Spear. . . you're. . . oooff. . . certainly talented!"
For so long, she had ached, burned in her nethers. She wanted attention, craved it, a finger, a tongue. . .
A cock.
And here it was. How desperately she had wanted to feel this sensation again, to have a male lavish her with attention, eat her out, worship her as if she was a goddess. Throaty moans escaped her as the wolf boy worked at her snatch, running his tongue over her folds, teasing pleasure and ecstasy from her. She shuddered each time he flicked over her clit, squirting a few droplets of her fluid directly into his waiting muzzle.
Lexi gasped as Spear added his index finger to the mix, tongue hanging for her maw as she panted, her paws running roughly through his headfur.
She reached down, tearing him away from her cunt and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She forced her tongue into his mouth, wanting more of this young wolf boy, wanting to taste every inch of him, wanting him to ravish her until morning.
"Wolf!" she demanded. "Cock in pussy, now!"
"No need to tell me twice. Besides. . ." he said with a smirk, pushing her gently to lay her back onto the table. ". . . I lost."
It hardly seemed like a defeat as Spear grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. With his cock just an inch away from the same hole he had tasted a moment before, he could feel her heat. Was he really about to do this? This had gone above and beyond anything he could have possibly imagined. This was his best friend's mom' and she was a fox. An absolutely irresistible, single, needy fox.
A single thrust buried his length completely inside her, all the way to the hilt, her labia spreading about his cockhead in the most erotic display he had ever seen. He held himself there, moaning without restraint, thoughts of waking his friend having completely left his head. It was better than he could have even imagined, better than his hand had ever been. She was so warm! Her delicious folds entirely engulfed his cock, sucking it into her dripping wet depths. The wolf pulled back, and began pounding away, bouncing her back and forth and making the bottle of alcohol on the table rattle. He leaned forward, just enough to reach to one of her tits and fondle it in his paw.
"Ohhh, I should have picked up a young. . . s-stud like you earlier. . . so. . . so much energy!" Lexi threw her head back, groaning in sheer bliss as her love tunnel was properly filled for the first time in years. She was beyond wet, the heat and softness of her pussy caressing and slathering over every inch of his cock.
"Fuck me. . . fuck your fox mama!"
She started to buck her hips, meeting each of Spear's thrusts with one of her own. The bottle rolled sideways, fell to the floor and shattered, glass shards and alcohol spreading over the tiles. Even if Ryan was to wake, Lexi would not have cared, she simply didn't have the restraint any more. So completely and irresistibly full of wolf cock, she rode him like no other, her paws grabbing at his unattended arm and forcing it to her chest.
"Don't be so gentle, you're not going to break me, wolfy. . . I've. . . I've been doing this longer than you've. . . ooohhhh. . . been alive!" Lexi's breasts jiggled as she was pushed across the tabletop with each thrust. Looking down, Spear would have seen a heated, wanting vixen; face contorted and twisted in pleasure, completely lost in a sea of wanton, obscene, taboo indulgence.
"Ohhhh. . . COME HERE!"
As he was pulled down on top of her, he lapped at her breasts, sucking on them ravenously, as if trying to milk them. Spear's hands held her shoulders for stability, thrusting as fast as he could. Sweat poured from his fur, and their mixed fluids dripped from the edge of the table that she and Ryan had surely eaten off of many times before.
"L-lexi. . . I'm. . ."
"Fuck me!" she growled, biting into his neck as she bounced on his cock. "Fuck me, oh god, FUCK ME!"
His hips became a blur as a familiar tingling sensation came over him. He knew what was coming next; it wasn't far now. Lexi could feel his cock pulsating inside, spreading her needy and neglected cunt more by the second, and the wolf thrashing atop her, fucking her madly and savagely, like a wild beast.
"Lexi!" he gasped, "I'm. . . I'm. . . gunna cum!"
She bit at his ear, drawing a few tiny droplets of blood. "Then a-do it. . . ohhhh. . . cum inside me! Let's give Ryan a little brother!"
"LEXI!"
And then it happened, there was no going back. Spear thrust into her one finally time as he came, howling her name as he emptied himself. All he could do was slurp on her chest to muffle his fit of blissfully, orgasmic agony as he continued to pump back and forth, his heavy wolf balls filling her with his seed.
"Oh fuck. . . SPEAR!"
The sensation, that wondrous sensation of having a male cum inside her, she finally felt it. It had been so long, so very long. After countless lonely nights with nothing but her fingers and something that ran on batteries to keep herself going, nothing could compare to this. She slammed her eyes shut, screaming in pure bliss as her pussy pulsated and spasmed with her own orgasm, her walls clamping down on Spear's shaft, milking every last drop from him, bringing the wolf to heights his paws alone could never achieve. She continued to scream, raising her rump from the table to allow her lupine lover deeper access, allowing him to fuck her senseless through this avalanche of pleasure.
"All of it, wolfy, give me all of it!" She smashed her hips against his crotch, even though he was spent, continuing to thrust madly, piercing her snatch on his shaft, fucking him without end.
She rode herself through a second orgasm, completely unable to speak as Spear finally tired out. The wolf boy slowly collapsed atop her, his cock still jammed firmly up her pussy, twitching occasionally. For a long while, the two furs simply laid there, relaxing and holding each other. Spear kept his head resting against her breasts, listening to her gentle breathing, feeling her body under his, and wondering how on earth he had scored himself such a horny vixen.
Finally, he turned his face upward, to hers. "Hey, Miss Lee?"
She was still buzzing. "Hmmm?"
He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue passionately lapping at her muzzle. There wasn't a forcefulness to it this time, their lust and passion having subsided. It was tender, caring, full of compassion, and sent tingles up Lexi's spine.
"Thanks for the pizza." |
BACKSTORY: Varnym by Ryuukiba | #3 of AX This is a WIP for one of the leaders in my upcoming interactive roleplay experience (Project Zenithium) It is a collaboration with another artist (Jacoby Quinn) who will be playing the part of the character during the game! This will be the panel for my book Sheath and Felix at Texas Furry | [
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Initial experiments were done on a small scale and seemed successful. Varnym personally supervised the transition from the model experiments to a full-sized test. Scientists began to question the weapon in these stages of development, claiming that it had no purpose, as the radiation released by the reaction was considered benign by most researchers.
Varynym stood firm behind her project. The missile would find its place. Zenithium is a material that has yet to be applied in any manner in science. The mere novelty of her device alone is enough to grant her merit. At least in her eyes.
While doing a test on preliminary systems, an integrated Zenithium based component in the device fails, releasing an uncontrolled amount of radiation in the facility. Their equipment is irreparably damaged and Aviontronics is forced to shut down the operation entirely. Thus, Varnym nearly loses notability in the scientific field.
Several years later there is an unlikely occurrence. Those who were in the facility at the time of the accident began to speak of having hallucinations and seeing "spiritual beings", some even claimed to have powers. A small few simply went insane.
This served as the unintentional test trail of another application of Zenithium.
Biological weaponry.
When Varnym herself began experiencing reactions from the radiation she decided to make a public statement, claiming that all experimentation involving Zenithium radiation should be halted. She deemed the prospect, 'dangerous' and 'not at all worth it' before forcibly shoving government officials and members of the press out of her path in an attempt to leave the press conference.
She later publishes a very opinionated editorial on the subject, presenting the collective reactions of her and her personnel, the source of the failure in her device, and a further analysis of the type of radiation released from the stone during the reaction. At the end of the paper she forcefully reiterates that it is 'toying with fate' and 'not at all worth it'
During the war of Diadact her research is reproduced and misused by a group of ABWA scientists. Soon after, they began to consider opportunities for the biological weaponization of the material. At a critical stage of their first experiment the scientists reach an obstacle in their design. Unbeknownst to them, Varnym had secretly left out a key component of the detonation system rendering any reproductions of the device useless.
Upon inquiry to share the concealed information Varnym spat in the face of an ABWA representative, called her 'tactless' and 'a true imbecile' before proceeding to shove the mouse out of the doorway of her apartment and into the hall.
Later that week the ABWA recovered the missing data from a seemingly irreparable hard drive salvaged from the original Avionics facility. They then move forward with their experiments, using the resulting subjects as weapons during the war. After the wars end the project went quiet.
In more recent months' claims have been made that a herd of "creatures" had been seen spilling from the gates of a supposedly abandoned ABWA base in the silver plains. These claims have now been confirmed and sightings of the creatures are rising in number.
Soon after the incident, Varynm herself made a statement to the public, confirming that these creatures were indeed related to Zenithium radiation experiments, claiming that 'this' is why she hid the information in the first place and that the ABWA researchers are all 'idiots' and should 'consider practicing necromancy instead of science'
In the weeks following, the statement backfired. All attention was turned to her. Why did she release the information about the project in the first place? Why didn't she keep quiet? No one cared to consider that it was all a warning, a loud proclamation of 'Don't do this!'
In those same weeks the first vestiges of the Civilian faction began to take shape. Varynm would stand the idiocy of her ruling officials no longer.
Unfortunately, this was by no means the end of Varynms struggle with the ABWA. It is said that these experiments continue, hidden away from the public inside of the top secret ABWA base at Freeza.
That base has now been breached, and Varynm will stop at nothing to apprehend whatever is inside and destroy it before it can do any harm to the public.
Will you join her? |
Read the Fine Print (Dragon TGTF, Ovi) by rednerr | Yet another trade with skiesofsilver A warrior learns the hard way to read all of a contract before signing it - Read the Fine Print by feder Garret had a feeling this job was too good to be true. Princess Starling had approached him with a simple offer: Come to her palace and discuss the lifetime | [
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by feder
Garret had a feeling this job was too good to be true. Princess Starling had approached him with a simple offer: Come to her palace and discuss the lifetime opportunity to be her personal guardian. Now Garret liked being a freelance warrior, but he liked money quite a bit more and thus he found himself being escorted through the castle by a dour-faced valet. The interior of the palace was decorated primarily in white marble and deep Tyrian purple velvet. The throne room itself was made up of purple velvet and dark rose wood.
And there, sitting on the throne with a gracefully casual smile was Her Majesty, Princess Lucrecia Starling XI. She wore a deep blue dress that clung to her hips, accentuating what was already a perfect hourglass figure. Garret was a gentleman, but it didn't keep him from spending more than a few moments fantasizing about shimmying up her long, shapely legs like a squirrel looking for a place to stash pine nuts.
She flipped a lock of long, curly red hair and waved him closer. Garret approached the throne and bowed before her, his brown eyes lingering for just a second on her chest. "I trust you are here to discuss my offer?"
"You are most kind to consider me, your Majesty." Garret said, fretting internally over every word. His time spent around royalty was near-nonexistent, and the idea that any faux pas would spell a night in the dungeon or worse was repeating in his mind. Still, she did seem like a magnanimous sort, if aloof.
"You will be given free room and board in this castle, all your needs will be attended to and you will be very well compensated. However..."
She took a thick stack of parchment and handed it to the warrior. "...We will require you to sign this. It's only for the records, please understand." Garret skimmed the first few pages and put his signature on the line where specified. His handwriting was inelegant and unpracticed but perfectly sufficient, if out of place next to a document with the royal seal stamped on it. He handed it back and the Princess thumbed through the pages, a rather sly smile spreading across her rose-colored lips.
"Very good." She smirked, you may begin..." Her voice paused, taking in Garret's initial excitement with an impish chuckle. "...now". And as she said that, something tightened in Garret's stomach. A thrumming, numb heat shot up from within him. He dropped forward on his hands and knees as his gut tightened and churned, it wasn't comfortable but it didn't hurt. Even when he saw the skin on the back of his hands dry out and crack apart into scales, he felt no pain.
"What is.." he moaned and Princess Starling shushed him like one would a child.
"Just enjoy the ride, warrior." Her voice rang in his ears as the scaly skin flowed up and over him. Every flake of skin that became reptilian scale felt like caterpillars gently crawling over his body, a tingly and ticklish feeling that was soothing in a curious way. He opened his mouth to speak or maybe yell, but all that came out was a low, guttural snarl as his teeth achingly pulled into sharp points. Garret's body felt hot all over and all throughout his insides, a throbbing and pulsing heat like molten iron flowing through his veins.
He scratched at his tunic and leather armor, tearing it off with frightening ease as his fingernails became long, curved claws like the talons of a bird of prey. The scales covering his limbs and back turned a deep violet, starting at the shoulders and flowing down like ink spreading through a pool while the scales on his front turned a bright fish-belly white starting from his chin and going down, down his belly to his crotch. His scaly hide was quickly turning smooth and supple, yet thick and durable like quality leather.
"What is... What did you do to me?!" Garret cried out, and the Princess gently eased his mouth shut as his face pushed outwards into a blunt muzzle.
"Just let it happen, pet. You'll be alright," her voice was gently condescending in a way that made Garret snarl. She was enjoying this, this was some sick game for her, he was sure of it. as his snout grew out, his hair dropped to the floor in clumps. The air felt cool on his scalp as the scales on the top of his head formed out into angular ridges like the horns on a viper. The warrior's ears shrank into his head, leaving only a pair of sensitive holes that took in the sound around him as a pair of long, thin horns jutted out of his now-draconic looking head.
Garret let out another strained growl as he arched his hips up in the air, the claws on his toes digging into the carpet as his joints and the muscles in his legs creaked and re-sculpted themselves to better facilitate walking on the balls of his feet, his toes reaching out longer, becoming more like the claws of some great lizard.
As his body became less human, it also became less male. Garret's hips filling out fuller and softer, reaching prime child-bearing proportions that formed a slight hourglass compared to his lean waist. As a thick, muscular tail forced itself out of the base of his spine, tapering into a sharp, whiplike point; a pair of soft breasts pushed out from his chest, the ridged scales adding a peculiar texture to the perky bosoms. Garret's mind was still reeling and unable to put together the questions he doubtlessly would have asked regarding whether dragons had breasts, but the pair he had answered that question for him as they reached an impressive D cup in mere moments.
As his new breasts bounced and jiggled with every convulsion of his shifting body, he became aware of an intense tingling heat between his legs, followed by a sharp inward pressure. Fearing what this meant, garret reached down with his claws and his fears were confirmed when the digits slipped into a moist, needy slit.
His slit. Or rather, hers,being that her new form was distinctly feminine between the purple color and her new equipment. "No, no no no... this isn't happening! Garret cried out in a voice that was both distinctly feminine and quite bestial. His protests were cut short by a sudden, agonizing pain in his back, two writhing, twitching nubs of appendages that fluttered and flapped as they grew out into leathery wings like those of a bat, with a fleshy membrane stretched over each joint. As they finished growing in, Garret flapped and shook his new wings awkwardly as his body learned how to control them, use them, every confused motion of the powerful wings kicking up little gusts of wind within the throne room.
Garret threw her head back, letting out a roar as a plume of flame flashed forth from her throat. It wasn't a conscious action, but rather something her new body just had to do. The Princess stood up, walking over with a smug grin on her face. Her high heeled shoes clicked softly as she stepped down from the throne. She produced something, a studded leather collar with a shiny brass tag with the name "Greta" engraved on it in block letters.
Starling looped the collar around the dragoness's muscular neck and clasped it firmly shut. Garret wanted to fight back, to make a run for it, but her body held itself in a kneeling position as the princess's gaze locked onto her. "So, Greta, how do you like the new bod? Don't you feel so much stronger? So much more graceful?" The Princess laughed impishly and the former man's yellow reptilian eyes widened as she approached. Princess Lucrecia Starling was a witch! That was the only way this made sense. This was all a trap.
"Why did you do this?" Greta... Garret protested, covering her ample bosoms with her powerful, sculpted arms. She felt exposed, even ashamed in her new form. "This wasn't part of the deal!"
And the Princess just smirked, taking the contract and holding it in front of her. "Yes it it was, you silly beast. You did read it all before signing, didn't you?" Starling turned the contract to the relevant chapter, revealing fine print explaining in detail how turning Garret into a dragoness was indeed part of the wager. She didn't know it was, but there it was in writing. Besides, the Princess had her best interests in mind anyway and...
Gret-Garret stopped herself, where the hell did that thought come from? She surely didn't think that... but then again doubt was entering her mind, her thoughts getting murky like swamp water. Her name was... Greta. That didn't sound right but what was the other name? Gregory? Gareth Gobbulpeasant? While she tried to puzzle this out, Starling had two armed guards clasp a chain around her collar. Then, when her lucidity returned, she found herself being lead down a hallway into what looked to be animal pens, with big iron-walled stalls. One guard opened the stall while the other none-too-gently pushed Greta in.
The interior of the stall was nicer than the dragoness had expected, with thick blankets lining the floors, and a barrel of cheap ale in the corner. Stirring from his resting place off to the other side of the stall was a big black dragon with a slate gray belly, his figure was softened from doing little aside from lounging around, but Greta could tell he still had quite a bit of muscle left. He paced over to her, his claws scuffed from years of walking on the hard stone floors of the palace. When he nuzzled into her chest to take her smell in, Greta felt her heart flutter and she didn't know why. His musk flowed through her nostrils, a complex and heady smell: camp-fires, desert sand, virility. He pulled the baleful dragoness into a gentle embrace and Greta only put up a half-hearted, confused resistance.
And his eyes... they had a warm blue glow to them, Greta felt herself getting lost in them as he spoke to her, his voice deep and gentle. " Name's Tarn, you are?"
Her name... Greta snorted through her slit nostrils as she tried to remember something, there was another name but she just couldn't for the life of her remember what it was. and Tarn gently stroking his claws over her rack wasn't doing much to help her concentration.
"Greta..." She said, that name felt more and more right every moment. He pulled her closer to him, the way he kept sniffing her made her wonder something about how often dragons go into rut.
"That's a pretty name..." the dragon continued to pet and feel her up, and Greta was more than a little ashamed at the realization she was liking the attention. The way his tail wrapped around hers. the way his claws gently traced the contours of her breasts, the way his warm, flexible long tongue tickled her cheeks... it made the dragoness feel pretty, desirable, wanted.
When she felt something press against her thigh and looked down to see Tarn's red shaft at full-mast, she got down on all fours and lifted her tail for him. It wasn't even a conscious decision she made, just something they both needed and knew they needed it.
---
"Come on, you can do it!" The handler coached Greta, helping keep her thick legs spread apart. The dragoness strained and the first egg squeezed out of her onto the soft blanket put down for her. Tarn was laying next to her, letting her hold his clawed hand and the Princess watched with steely calm, a slight smile on her face.
Greta panted, growled and gnashed her teeth as the second egg pressed against her lower lips. Her belly was bulging with her first clutch, eyes tearing up. It hurt, but it wasn't a bad hurt, it was more of an exciting hurt. Tarn and the handler repeated words of encouragement and the dragoness pushed, forcing the second egg out of her, the off-white shell slick and dripping. Every egg she laid was like an orgasm in miniature, sending sunbursts of feeling all throughout her body. She squeezed Tarn's hand, letting out a strained growl as egg number three was forced out of her.
Each egg was roughly the size of a coconut, oval shaped with little greenish speckles on the shell. Greta barely had time to fully parse the fact she was a mother when the fourth egg came out with another surging contraction, another push of her lower muscles.
"Tarn!" Greta growled. "Why did there have to be so many?!" and the male dragon just licked her cheek, offered her more of his hand to squeeze, and whispered little apologies to her.
"Sorry, dear... but you're doing very well for your first clutch... just take a deep breath and push..."
"I feel like I'm gonna..." Greta gasped.
"Push!"
And with a loud, thunderous ROAR that shook the walls. Greta forced the fifth and final egg out of her. The dragoness's eyes grey misty when she saw them, the dragon handler wrapping the eggs together with a spare flannel blanket. She was a mother now, responsible for the first success of Princess Starling's dragon breeding program. Tarn held her tight, nuzzling her neck as they embraced on the floor.
"Are you proud?" The dragon said softly, chuckling a bit as Greta fell exhausted into his embrace.
"Very..."
And the dragoness indeed had a lot to be proud of, she was a mother, a guardian of the royal family, and had a loving mate. If there had been any downside to the agreement, any catch or trick in the fine print, then she couldn't remember what it was nor cared what it was. As Greta fell asleep in Tarn's arms right next to her darling eggs, she felt at peace with the world and with herself. What more could a dragon ask for? |
Cero Dactyl Unilete and Anax Agorean Spectrr by Runa | Art - foxra Writing - Runa Cero Dactyl Unilete - Runa Anax Agorean Spectrr - foxra Cero - https://www.sofurry.com/view/1146803 Anax - https://www.sofurry.com/view/1152037 Well, here's something you don't see every day! Two snake girls! (Well, the ref sheet is one snake girl, the story features her | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146803-cero-dactyl-unilete-and-anax-agorean-spectrr | Cero Dactyl Unilete and Anax Agorean Spektrr
Part 1 - Backstory and Biology
The tale of Cero Dactyl Unilete and her sister Anax Agorean Spektrr is a rather interesting one, since they are part of a relatively unique sub-species of Saurossin Naga born of the Goddess Leera Ssevarine. The Saurossin race is quite possibly the most broad and varied of all the races of Dalon, ranging from powerful and majestic dragons to tiny salamanders and lizards with every type of scaled person in between. The race is defined as any sentient entity with a scaled body in lieu of skin, fur, or feathers, and may possess anywhere from zero to six limbs; furthermore, they are known to have the highest volume of ademane - the fluid that governs use of magic - of all the races.
Cero and Anax both come from a rare bloodline within an uncommon variant of the saurossin naga that have a 48 day digestive cycle. Like their mother Leera, their digestive system spends 36 days in a state where their internal fluids and saliva are oxygen rich - therefore safe to inhale without any digestive properties - thus allowing prey to remain alive inside for an extended period of time. At the end of that part of the cycle, the fluids are flushed out and absorbed, to be replaced with a more typical digestive fluid such as stomach acid and bile for the remaining 12 days.
The other visually noticeable physical feature that set them aside from other naga was that they had legs and arms both, standing upright like other bipedal races. While most naga in Dalon had only arms or no limbs at all, Cero and Anax were part of a familial line that was littered with biped snakes like themselves.
Out of their clutch of 23 eggs, only five survived past the first few days. Cero and Anax were two of those survivors, with two brothers and one sister that have since went on their own and no longer associate themselves with their clutch or parents - as is typical for many naga families. The two sisters took the unconventional route and spent their lives close to one another from hatchling status to adulthood, looking out for one another in a sense of mutual solidarity. Not only did they remain close, they are best friends regardless of the fact that they are siblings; they even loosely keep in touch with their mother, Leera.
The two naga sisters were very similar to one another right from their hatch-day, while also being quite different in key ways. Both were quite intelligent and academically inclined from a young age, excelling at their studies and picking up new information with ease. They took an active interest in seeking out books to read or artistic endeavors from an early age, and quickly proved themselves adept at virtually anything they focused on.
Oftentimes they were the two at the top of every class they participated in, excelling far beyond their peers. Both shared a love for knowledge, had natural skill in magic, and a keen mind that seemed wise beyond their years. In addition to their schooling, both were willing and eager to engage in extracurricular activities and extra credit assignments; in their mind their quest for knowledge was a game in and of itself, and they both wanted to win. The only way either would be content with second place if it was to the other.
The friendly sibling rivalry between them as well as their mutual admiration meant that they were far closer than most sisters - even sisters of a canine or feline litter. They worked together and against each other with a vigor beyond what some deemed healthy, but anyone who knew them understood they were merely pushing each other to be their best, and it worked. This attitude and aptitude carried on into their later lives, where both advanced to higher education in different fields, both excelling well beyond most of their peers.
While they shared the same parentage and were part of the same clutch, they had different features and body types; Anax had was considered a viper while Cero was a constrictor. Of the two, Anax was slightly thinner and shorter, with a feathered spine, hooded cowl and a set of fangs that could inject deadly venom. Cero lacked the fangs, cowl, and feathered spine of her viper sister, but had a much larger and stronger body so she attempted to adopt the role of the protector even though Anax didn't need help in that department. Due to their difference in size and physical strength, Anax was known to walk hunched over like a raptor to counterbalance the weight of her thick tail while Cero stood straight up, holding her tail out behind her as a show of physical dominance. This became a running joke between them, a friendly sibling rivalry where both felt they needed to protect the other despite the fact that neither needed that sort of aid.
Their differences also bred a sort of jealousy between them, because Cero was always a little jealous of Anax's venom, while Anax was jealous of Cero's strength. Though their 'shortcomings' were purely physical, this always became a point of contention during their scattered and rare fights. In a twist of irony, Anax felt she would be better without the venom and Cero often longed for a more lithe form, like a viper or a male naga.
In fact, Anax's venom was such a point of contention in her life growing up that she became self-conscious about her fangs. Since her venom was so powerful, she had to learn from a young age that reacting with anger or violence could very well end in the death of a friend or stranger. One lash-out could result in a hospital or healing mage visit, and that wasn't good for anyone. Because of this, took many strides in her life to ensure she remained as calm and collected as she could. Over time, she adopted a serene mentality where logic and reason were paramount and social interaction lost it's value. The knowledge that you could kill someone with one errant strike was a deterrent to having friends.
Of course, Anax's reserved nature influenced her more brash sibling to fill in the quiet gaps by being overtly loud and social. Cero was always the more social of the two, but as time went on and Anax closed herself off, Cero saw this as an opportunity to make up for lost chatter by going overboard. The two sisters may have shared an equal mind for scholarly achievements, they both had very different approaches to socialization.
Naturally, the louder Cero became, the quieter Anax became, eventually driving her into her own silent anxiety that demanded more meditation and introspective self reflection. This became increasingly important to her - and Cero as well - when they hit adolescence and discovered a few things about their body that made life even more complicated.
Both Cero and Anax had unique internal anatomy concerning their tails, which made their adolescence a special kind of nightmare. While most naga were set up like a snake with most of their organs elongated to stretch the length of their bodies, Cero and Anax both held two distinct halves. Their torso half contained their lungs, stomach, kidneys, and one of their two hearts, while their tail contained their reproductive system, intestines, liver, and their other heart with the rest of their organs dispersed between both areas.
This setup was simple enough for their digestive system, since prey could be stored in the belly and eventually expelled through the cloaca near the end of the tail, but made things difficult when dealing with their reproductive system. Most saurossin sub-species kept a tail for balance or for self defense, but Cero and Anax's bloodline were blessed with having their sexual organs in the tail.
Their uterus was entirely contained within their tail, with openings in two separate locations on either end. The biped-style vaginal opening could be accessed between their legs, where the vaginal canal went up into their torso before doing an abrupt turn to reach the cervix at the tail base. There, where the back and tail met, their ovaries funneled into the uterus that stretched from that point nearly to their cloaca near the end, capped off with a short second birth canal before hitting the exit.
As their body dictated, conception occurred by penetrating the vaginal canal in their torso, and the cloaca was where their offspring were to be birthed or laid. However, either opening was sensitive to the touch, which means either could be stimulated for pleasure. Given the sexual nature of many of the organs contained within the tail, that appendage was treated as a taboo body part. Touching it was akin to unwanted groping or rape, and they grew to treat that part of that body with reverence by covering it up with an ornamental tail-skirt.
Fortunately, this also gave them plenty of ways to pleasure themselves. Neither were interested in having offspring at any point, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy the pleasures of their own - or each others' - body.
Given the nature of saurossin naga to part ways at an early age and grow independent, it wasn't uncommon for siblings to engage in a bit of light incest, nor was it seen as taboo. Sure, they understood the inherent risks of inter-family breeding, but since they were both female and careful, they knew that no harm could come from experimentation. This period of their lives lasted from the first time they found out that touching themselves under the tail felt good to the time they parted ways as adults.
Another complication borne of their divided biology was that, since their vaginal canal and ovaries were located in their torso, they would often get stimulated by a rather large meal. As a side effect of this peculiar biology, both found that enjoying large meals would trigger ovulation and estrus, thus having their hunger linked with their lust. This was evolutionarily pertinent, as their great ancestors could only breed with a full belly and it made sense to associate their reproductive seasons with food.
They were also cold-blooded, and sharing the warmth with a partner in any way possible was another way to help with reproduction. This is, of course, a remnant of a time when breeding was complicated and dangerous, but was a nice way to reward them for indulging from time to time.
If nothing else, they always had their tails for pleasure. The very end - the final half meter or so - was prehensile and scaled for texture, so it was perfect to use on themselves, each other, or any chosen partner.
Combining this with their digestive cycle allowed both sisters to independently experiment with enjoying vore related fetishes with their partners. This wasn't something either wanted to admit to the other, and both independently kept that secret, but it was one of those secrets that everyone knew. It was the way they joked about being pregnant when it was just their latest meal, or how both were known to be considerably more promiscuous in the first days of their safe-belly cycle after their food was digested and absorbed.
Of course, this also meant that they attracted some weird lovers and were subject to some ridicule, at least until the Vore House of Klyneth opened and such indulgences were more publicly and freely shared. In fact, both had made a point of praising the Vore House for what it did for people into such activities, but they both opted to keep away from that scene, casually enjoying it with their partners for years before they would eventually find Klyneth.
The onset of puberty instigated a shift between the two sisters away from the similarities shared by each other as hatchlings. Sure, they had different approaches to socialization, but they shared many of the same values, fetishes, goals, and strengths. Puberty unlocked their sexuality, which in turn kicked their personalities into overdrive; in an indirect way, their sexuality is what made them individualize and specialize in their respective fields.
Anax's reserved nature was amplified, since now half of her body had to be protected from people she deemed perverts. She knew that if she lashed out like her instincts urged her to, people could die; as a result, she doubled down on her efforts to remain serene by shutting herself off from the world and focusing on her studies. The deadly nature of her venom mixed with her vore-triggered sexuality altered her worldview thoroughly. This shift in her values meant that she adopted a 'logic and practicality first' mindset, guiding her towards a life of science. She always had a mind for academia, so it made sense that she ended up there even if it was loosely inspired by her sexuality.
Naturally, Cero had an equal but opposite effect. She was always more forward and brash in nature, so when she hit puberty and her sexuality blossomed she used that to her advantage. Her lifestyle was one of doing whatever she wanted to get whatever she wanted, and once her sexuality was triggered, it unlocked a whole new world of pleasure she could feel from both ends.
But it also unlocked a whole new world of pain for anyone unfortunate enough to get too forward with her. Cero was a dominant snake who demanded control, and if someone tried to take that control away from her - like by grabbing her tail without her permission - she was likely to lash out and constrict. Since she lacked the venom of her sister, she could bite and coil without repercussions, all she had to do to get sympathy was to remind people that her tail was a sexual appendage, and everyone knew that her victims likely deserved it. Getting affectionate with her was a fine line, but as long as her partners were respectful of her dominance, she could be one of the most willing and kinky encounters a person could be blessed by.
This violent aggression calmed out when she matured into adulthood but she maintained her aggressive attitude, albeit in a more controlled way. Cero is a friendly snake who is easy to talk to, social with most and intelligent enough to converse about a wide variety of subjects, but she's also strong-willed and aggressive with her viewpoints. Don't say something she deems unintelligent or uninformed, or she will give a tongue-lashing. In time she simply adopted a friendship dichotomy: Friends were treated with warmth and acceptance while strangers were mostly ignored.
In her mind you needed to earn her positive attention, it wasn't freely given.
What was originally an effort to differentiate herself from her sister soon became her own path in life, as she opted not to pursue hard sciences and instead focus on art. Cero had the knowledge and intelligence to become a scientist, but instead went into the magical arts in order to express herself. Magic was just as prestigious a career and required as much time and intelligence, but she mostly did it because she preferred creativity over hard facts and math. To her, she felt that life should be lived, not observed and cataloged. Where Anax preached knowledge, logic, and reason, Cero valued experience, expression and creativity.
Together, they could change the world, if they had those sorts of aspirations.
Over time, subtle differences between the two have made their lifestyle paths quite divergent. As hatchlings, both were academically inclined with natural skill in magic and art, but their puberty and maturity instigated some key changes that made them unique to one another while still maintaining certain similarities. Their digestive and reproductive anatomies ensured that both had an interest in vore, both were progressive and keen on understanding their bodies, and they both remained deeply linked to one another even when continents apart. No matter what happened, they were spiritually never far apart.
However, as adults they found their own corner of the world to populate.
Anax remained reserved and a bit more hesitant concerning her sexuality, while Cero embraced it and seemed to lack the ability to feel shame. Anax covered her tail and held it close while Cero had no problem lifting it high to let others see but not touch. One was borderline shy and bashful while the other was aggressive and forthright.
Yet, despite these differences, they stayed great friends even as the two parted ways.
Upon reaching adulthood, it was time for Anax to take her studies to the next level. She went on a worldwide backpacking trip, finding her spiritual center while embracing new ways to love herself before eventually finding her way back to Klyneth. There, she joined the Klyneth academy of Science and Magic, where she majored in chemistry and Ademane Energies under the tutelage of Professor Ilorek Rovairre.
Similarly, Cero also took a spiritual journey throughout the world to find herself, but her voyage took her to vastly different places. She had more interest in magic and art, so she eventually found herself involved in an underground potion-making guild, mixing and enchanting potions to sell on both the legal and illegal markets depending on spell and potency.
Cero was the offspring of the Goddess Leera Ssevarine and a member of a very unique saurossin naga bloodline, which meant the copious volumes of ademane flowing in her body could be sold and enchanted for high value. This ensured that Cero was never left wanting for coin or company, but it did leave her at the mercy of a ruthless guild that wanted to use her for her skills, body, and natural talents with magic.
It wasn't until that guild sent her to Klyneth to sell their wares that she found herself reacquainted with her sister, a stroke of serendipity which helped her get her life back on track.
Part 2 - Tales of Tails
By the time Anax and Cero eventually reunited at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, they had been apart for three years. Their spiritual journeys had taken them to all corners of the globe, from the deep jungle temples of Arrenthen to the Koluman Coliseum and everywhere in between, eventually bringing them back together in Klyneth where their destinies once again intertwined as it had in their youth.
Anax's quiet and reserved nature served her quite well as an aspiring academic. It allowed her to eschew the distractions of an active social life to focus on her studies, reading and doing experimentation on herself and others in her spare time. She wasn't antisocial but was very introverted, preferring the company of few close friends to group activities; most of her closest friends were fellow students and aspiring chemists, after all. Her chosen major was chemistry and her twin minors were biology and magic studies, focusing on the relation between ademane and magical ability. This was because she was keen to unlock the secrets of her family's unique biological makeup as well as the chemical compounds that allowed safe and nonfatal consumption; it also allowed her to study the peculiar nature of her enhanced natural magic skills.
She excelled in all her subjects, top of every class. Her passion, knowledge, and diligence propelled her at double speed, accomplishing four years worth of classes in two thanks to the aid and encouragement of professor Ilorek Rovairre. He taught subjects concerning chemistry, magic, and the relation between them, so he was able to give her the assignments in advance for her second, third, and fourth year classes while other students struggled handling just the course load they were given. In addition to being a great teacher, he also quickly became a close friend, one she could confide in regarding her motivations for doing what she was doing.
After many months of quiet introspection, hiding her more taboo desires, she allowed herself to open up to Ilorek about her lust for vore. There was nothing in any textbooks that would explain why she got aroused every time she enjoyed a meal, and very little concerning her body's digestive cycle due to how infrequently such an anomaly was seen and documented. She was shy and hid her face in her tail when she admitted this to him, but was relieved when he said he knew about such peculiar biological oddities. As it turned out, he used to know a naga that had that same rare ability to consume prey safely without any of that pesky death or digestion, and he was able to tell Anax all she needed to know about the history and biological imperative behind such an anatomical adaptation.
Anax's bloodline went back to the days of the Gods, when the naga tribe were infamous for their ruthless desire to feed off their victims. Not only would the snakes swallow their prey - occasionally villagers or most oftentimes farm animals - for physical and dietary sustenance, but they had a persistent psychological need to dominate and terrorize their food, in the process.
The reasoning behind this innate need was never discovered, but it needed to be properly managed. The naga tribe would often satisfy their cravings causing panic and sustaining the fear associated with being victimized for weeks on end, but would always release their prey when their needs were satisfied, unharmed but frightened. Without that violent dominance and the 'feeding' off the fear of their prey, the naga tribe would descend into ferality, losing their sentience to once again become animistic beasts, where they would lose all lucidity needed to free their victims after they were done with the terrorization.
Luckily that trait was slowly bred out of the bloodline, diluting the need to feed on fear while still maintaining the digestive cycle which had no further biological or psychological purpose. In the end, Anax and Cero were two of the last hundred or so of that bloodline, and Anax theorized that Cero's dominant nature was an artifact of that old evolutionary adaptation. That still didn't explain why she grew aroused every time she enjoyed a meal, so she agreed to undergo a series of experiments at the hands of Professor Rovairre in order to find an answer.
The two of them went back to Ilorek's ranch on one weekend, where Ilorek introduced Anax to his 'personal quarters' - a laboratory nestled past the tree-line that encircled his ranch - which housed much of his potion work, research, and his own personal possessions. She remained hesitant and a little unnerved by the fact that he had a personal laboratory in his backyard, joking that he was likely a serial killer or some pervert with a lab fetish, but she was too keen on finding an answer to let that stop her. She was blessed with venom enough to kill him back if she so needed to. A joke which he rebuffed by telling her that the only reason he was going to be doing this was because she got off when she ate, so 'who has a weird fetish now?' She accepted his counterpoint, and proceeded with the experiment by getting on the operating table and spreading her legs, ready for her exam.
There, Ilorek used a series of spells and potions to numb her abdominal wall, allowing him to slice into her belly and manipulate both her digestive and reproductive systems in her torso. The more he applied pressure to her ovaries, the more aroused she got, leading him to theorize that the pressure on them was what was instigating her ovulation and therefore her estrus. This made perfect sense to Anax, as she often got a rather distended belly when she ate and almost always ended up maintaining arousal for a week after that until the meal was properly digested and passed through the rest of her digestive system.
After sealing her back up and healing her wounds Ilorek became the subject of Anax's insatiable desire, as her estrus was triggered the same way it was when she had a full belly. Anax may have been reserved most of the time, able to avoid her carnal urges due to the fact that she spent most of her time alone, but the her physical lust and hunger for knowledge doubled up and she couldn't help but to lash out at Professor Rovairre and demand his touch. She was quite pleased to see that he was amicable to her advances, and even encouraged her to indulge her desires rather than repress them.
When they were done, Ilorek's mate Valencia came into the lab, casually commenting that dinner was ready. Had Anax possessed the ability to blush, she would have become a light pink from cheeks to tail. At the time her mind was racing with a thousand excuses as to why she'd be naked, lying with Ilorek in the loft, but Ilorek assured her that all was well; the two had an open relationship and didn't deem the occasional tryst such as his interaction with Anax as being disloyal. Afterward, the three enjoyed a wonderful meal - Well, Ilorek and Valencia did, Anax feared triggering a follow-up carnal episode so she declined - as they discussed Ilorek and Anax's studies into her own unique biology.
This relationship blossomed in the following year, with Ilorek and Valencia serving as Anax's source of comfort and solidarity. She didn't feel comfortable discussing or indulging her personal desires with most others, opting instead to keep the motivation behind her studies a secret.
One day, while Anax was enjoying a drink in the cafeteria while reading a text book, she saw the sight of someone she'd not seen for years. It was Cero, who had been sent to Klyneth for her job as a potions-master. The two sisters embraced and caught up, sharing all of their experiences between the time they last met and that fateful encounter in the cafeteria.
Cero's outgoing nature took her on a grand adventure across all the world. Much like Anax, she had an insatiable desire for knowledge and aspired to understand her own body's unique properties, but her difference in personality allowed her to pursue a wholly different path to that same point. Where Anax buckled down and focused on her studies, testing and researching to find the answers, Cero lived a life full of all the experiences she needed to discover the secrets of self. She was an ambivert, occasionally introverted, occasionally extroverted depending on mood and circumstances, which meant she was more willing to go on international travels with relatively minimal reservation.
One of the things Cero learned early in life was that she was blessed with massive stores of incredibly potent ademane, well beyond what was normal. In her spiritual journey when she stopped in the Kingdom of Rissen, she had come across a tribe of those who knew the history of her kind and the meaning behind that element of her biology. A long time past, the saurossin race was composed almost entirely of vast, powerful dragons that were hated, revered, feared, and respected by all other races. The ademane in their system was stored in their chest to be spewed and ignited in a form of fire breath, creating a flaming liquid that could not be extinguished except by magical means, which meant that nobody messed with dragons due to the magical fire that they could create.
That was, until potion-making was discovered.
Years after the time of the Gods, it was learned that ademane could be extracted from the body and enchanted with a spell. The resulting potion could be consumed or applied to the body to give the enchantment's effects to the user, be it enhanced magical abilities, amplified senses, or physical healing. The creation, enchantment, and distribution of potions quickly created a worldwide market, with supply and demand seen in every corner of the globe. Most potion enchantments were fully legal, but some - such as taboo transformation or effects that could be easily used for criminal purposes - were heavily monitored or outright banned in many locations. Cero found herself embroiled in both halves of that market due to her set of skills and her lineage.
Saurossins were naturally gifted with ample volumes of ademane in their system and Cero was already into artistic expression as well as having a knack for magic and enchantment, so it was natural that she ended up in a job revolving around potion creation. It all started when she heard about a potion-making guild in the northern realm of Koluma that was known simply as 'PMI', or 'Potion Masters International'. They had charters in almost every country, with larger places like Ijimu, Yelfrit, and Saff'Rald having two. PMI had been the leading provider of potions for centuries, which meant Cero had job security and a lot of room to improve.
Her natural skill with magic blended with her intimate knowledge of both chemistry and biology to give her the edge she needed to be in the guild. In her debut performance, she impressed the head of her region and became an enchanter within days, proving her worth to be above and beyond what most her age were capable of. Oftentimes, only the 'old and wise' wizards could cast a spell as powerful as she could, but she was in her teens and still able to create some of the most powerful potions in the region.
Cero quickly proved her value and would rise through the ranks with ease, as expected. She was head of the Ijimulian division of the guild even before she thought to extract her own ademane, which created waves in the community for two reasons. First, it was taboo for her kind to supply the ademane since the dragons of old were killed and had their ademane harvested for early potion making, resulting in a century-long slaughter and culling that left a black mark on the history of the potion-making art. Secondly, it soon became clear that her ademane was naturally supercharged, taking to spells and enchantment with an energetic vigor beyond that which most ademane was capable.
She had already proven herself, but her added value borne of her body's ademane and her willingness to supply it for the more powerful potions meant that she was invaluable. Too important to let go. This opened a door for her to supply for a far more lucrative but far less legal underground potion network that dealt in taboo enchantments. Her willingness to offer her own fluids told the guild that she was morally okay with bending the rules a bit, so they were sure to entice her with promises of coin underground. She didn't realize that this would result in her morals being compromised and she would end up trapped as a peddler of potions for the blackmarket.
What she didn't know at the time was that, once you were in, you generally didn't get out of that sort of endeavor. At first all was fine, she enjoyed her time with the guild as she was able to travel the world and practice her craft while also getting involved with scientists that helped her understand her body. Like Anax, Cero found a doctor by the name of Olfrin who was able to help her unlock the peculiar secrets of her body such as the instigating factor of her heavy meals on her estrus. In a sort of parallel, she also ended up fooling around with the aquatic hybrid in the wake of the experimentation.
Things went well for the majority of the three years until the demand for Vore Themed potions started to grow, and Cero was tasked with heading to Klyneth to investigate the Vore House of Klyneth in order to get more information about the potion-making their master Vinn was concocting in their lab. The unique enchantments were more potent and effective than anything they were creating in Koluma, which meant that was a whole market the guild wasn't selling to.
That was how the two ended up together in the cafeteria that day, drinking some infused juices and sharing stories with one another. After they caught up with their stories of their respective jobs, comparing and contrasting the different routes they took to get to the same place, they happily left the cafeteria and took a walk while sharing a few more intimate experiences with one another. Three years apart, and they were able to pick up where they left off after only a few minutes, a display of their solidarity.
While walking through the downtown region of Klyneth, the two sisters regaled each other with tales of their journeys, some of which they'd only tell each other and nobody else.
Cero started with a story that took place around the same time she started in the the potions guild, where she was working as a whore for sailors in the Koluman International Trade Annex. She fully confessed she loved the job, and had no problem selling herself for the pleasure of others since she often felt just as needy as they were and it was a great way to flex her creativity. Above all else, though, it validated her unique anatomy by proving that having two places a male could mate with made her quite endearing for parties.
As she began telling the story, Anax's face went pale. The idea of whoring oneself out made her feel uncomfortable since she couldn't imagine doing it herself, but she didn't think less of anyone else who made a living that way. She did feel a little sorry for Cero, though; both of them had so much potential, so it saddened her to see that her dear sister was whoring for money instead of working alongside other scientists in Koluma.
Of course, Cero had no shame about her past encounters and openly admitted she'd love to return to that profession in her spare time if she ever got the chance. Sex for money was fun, and she had a wide variety of fetishes she got to enjoy with her clients that she never knew she liked. Turned out, one of her clients wanted to be 'pegged' by her, so she used her tail as a cock. That's where she learned she liked that sort of thing.
The other fetish she learned she liked was unbirth. Unbirthing. Taking a partner completely within her womb to be later released - or rebirthed - at a time of their choosing. The reason she loved such a thing was that, as a snake, her skin was immensely malleable and stretchy compared to most saurossins and she could therefore take even the most well-endowed dragons and horses in her cloaca with ease. Her vagina had limitations, but her cloaca could be widened to three times the girth of her tail with ease, and could go even wider with some warming up.
However, her first encounter with such a peculiar fetish was not without its complications. This little saurossin - not more than a meter tall - came in off a boat from Klyneth and made it to Cero's brothel. His shipmates had dropped a bag of coin and told the PleasureMaster (director of the brothel preferred to be called that) to ensure that he got literally every fantasy he asked for satisfied. He picked Cero, and she spent the following weekend indulging every last kinky idea that came to his mind.
The last thing he asked for, however, was to see how deep he could go. His intention was to insert both hands to double fist, then literally dive in by burrowing his snout into her cloaca. She allowed this to happen because she knew that most saurossins could hold their breath for up to half an hour in extreme circumstances, and figured that would be plenty of time to satisfy him. After testing him to make sure he was capable of holding his breath, she coiled him up tight and let him burrow into her tail end.
She remained nervous about the whole endeavor as he wiggled his body and licked at her cloaca, slowly worming his way through her vent and into the womb in her tail. Controlling herself proved to be difficult, as the extreme form of penetration made her entire body quake and shiver with delight, yet she was able to enjoy watching his tail get pulled up to curl around his body inside her. Everything had went better than expected until time came to get him back out.
As it turned out, her cervix had closed up on both ends, sealing him in her womb where he would remain. At this time she didn't know that the 'safe cycle' fluids from her digestive system were present in her uterus at all times, so she panicked and tried to find any way she could to force his rebirth. She squeezed, she tightly coiled, and she used her powerful muscles to try to squeeze him out but nothing worked.
As the minutes ticked on, she grew increasingly worried that he was going to suffocate in there and she'd be charged with murder. For a solid hour or so, she was convinced that she would end up in prison and she was going to be jailed for the rest of her short life for the crime of indulging some sailor's most extreme fetish. Once the hour passed she broke down in tears, certain that the little guy had perished inside her. That was, until she felt a kick.
She placed her hand to her distended, bulging tail and got a response from inside. He thrashed, he stretched, and he tried his best to get out, but his actions just made her collapse in unfocused pleasure. By the next morning it became clear that her womb was as habitable as her belly was, but it was time for her client to return to the ship and carry on with his travels and he was still entombed in her tail.
Still suffering through a state of panic, she left the brothel and went to the other sailors to explain what had happened by demonstrating that he was still alive, convinced they would gut her and take their colleague with them. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to have Anax there with her, to maybe concoct a spell to help or just to be there with her for emotional and moral support.
They didn't gut her. Instead, they laughed at her peril and said they knew all about his eclectic tastes, and had only given him to her because she figured that it would be fine. Regardless of their acceptance of the situation, that still left her unable to force the rebirth. She couldn't just regurgitate like she could had she swallowed him, so she had to go with them on their month long travels while filling in for her 'victim' before rebirth was triggered naturally. He returned to his duties, and she got to enjoy sailing the Ijimulian ocean before returning to the Koluman International Trade Annex.
That was when she discovered the Potion Master's guild, and was also when she discovered that their unique anatomy allowed for 'prey' to be stored in their tails, alive and well.
Anax was invested for the entirety of her sister's story, then apologized when it was her time to tell an equally interesting tail, because she felt that it didn't have any of the titillating details that Cera's story had.
In her time at school, she had ensured that all of her friends and colleagues knew that she didn't enjoy things like parties or frat celebrations. She didn't consider herself all that social and found that people who drank more than a few glasses of wine got stupid and irresponsible; being around drunk students made her feel like she was losing her own intelligence, so she avoided it at all costs.
However, after a particularly grueling set of exams, her classmates were putting on a party at one of the frat houses and demanded she attend. She resisted, of course, but eventually relented and caught a ride with some of her close friends under the agreement that if she was miserable she was just going to leave.
There, she almost immediately turned and left. Before she even made it to the frat house, the music hurt her ears and she could feel the throbbing in her tail. Not good for a creature who's reproductive tract was being subjected to the constant bass of the music. After being convinced to give it one hour, she soon found herself sitting in the corner of the room with a glass of wine in hand and her tail coiled up on her lap. She had to keep her hood down or it would amplify the unpleasant volume of the music.
All night, others from the Academy would come over and try to strike up a conversation with her, flirt with her, and refuse to accept that not only did she not want to sleep with them, that her tail was not to be lightly caressed. She tried her best to be patient with the many others of all races there, since she was certain that she was the only one with sexual organs in her tail, but it drove her to rage that she couldn't contain.
She was about to leave and was telling her friends about how upset she was when this admittedly gorgeous looking stallion sat next to her and grabbed for her tail, making a joke about wanting to have her coil him nice and tight.
Without thinking, she flared her cowl out and turned to bite at the one foolish enough to touch her tail. This was the LAST time anyone would make that mistake.
Her fangs sunk into his shoulder, leaving him with four envenomated puncture wounds on his upper torso. He got angry and lashed out, but she threatened to bite him again if he got within tail's reach of her. His rage lasted about as long as it took her venom to take hold of him, weakening him and making his upper body swell. When he fell to the ground, Anax's expression changed quite drastically.
An ambulance was called and that equine nearly died, prompting Anax to become the focus point of a lawsuit that would seek to sue her for endangerment and the resulting medical fees, have her jailed for attempted slaughter, have her expelled from the Academy, and to have her fangs removed. All very serious offenses, especially considering she was attempting to fast-track to her master's degree.
Anax appeared in court, representing herself. She knew her rights, she knew the law, and she knew how to defend herself; there, she posited that her lashing out was not her fault. Not only was she forced to attend by her peers, but she had to explain to the judge that her unique biology placed sexual emphasis on her tail and that she had been dealing with grabby people all night. She used an example that switched their roles, saying that to her this was like if someone came up to that stallion and casually grabbed him by the sheath as a form of introduction.
Her defense was that she had been the victim of persistent and unflinching sexual assault for hours before she snapped. She was in a position that she didn't want to be in and was forced by social stigmas to attend, and was in the process of trying to leave when he actively grabbed her tail and caressed its underside, getting very close to her cloaca before she lashed out.
He, on the other hand, claimed that she was flirting with him, that he had seen her enjoying other people doing the same thing to her all night, and that he had no way of knowing that her tail was so private to her. He attacked her, citing that her tail was dressed provocatively, and that she could be making it up that her uterus was located in that part of her body.
She lashed out back, disgusted by his brash and ignorant rebuttal. She re-asserted that she was practically on her way out the door when the attack happened, and that it doesn't matter if it's her foot or a feather on her back, you don't touch someone without asking permission first.
The equine was on the verge of launching another diatribe about how slutty Anax was, when Professor Rovairre stood up to defend Anax's character. He said that - as a doctor - he himself had examined Anax's anatomy to clarify that she was in fact telling the truth about her reproductive tract. He also confirmed that she had expressed -hundreds of times in the previous years he knew her - that she hated parties and didn't want to go to this one. He would assure the judge and onlookers that she was the first student with the intelligence and personality for him to take on as an apprentice.
Unfortunately, his testimony seemed to backfire on him and Anax both. He then got accused of fraternizing with the defendant, almost had his teaching license revoked, and was painted as a pervert for the issues. On the end of the first day at trial, the pursuant called for Anax's fangs to be removed immediately, and the judge agreed.
Media groups got word of this trial and started flooding the proceedings with all sorts of attention. There were news stories, public outcries, viper's rights groups campaigning for the freedom of Anax's fangs, and the opposition crying for a witch-hunt. The whole trial turned into a personal rights issue, where one side felt that all those with more dangerous natural defenses should be registered or altered to be less deadly, while the other side campaigned for freedom of self as well as the innate need for self defense against people like the stallion that preyed on the weak.
Never before had Anax felt the need for Cero to be there with her, offering her strength.
Then on the last day of court when the sentence was to be given, a twist of fate occurred that Anax still doesn't believe to be real to this day, a hooded figure entered the courtroom, making his way down the walkway between the seats for the onlookers. With one wave of his hand, he tossed the guards to the side and telekinetically closed the door behind him. More guards tried to use their tasers on him, but he simply grabbed the barbed end of it and absorbed the electrical current as if it was nothing.
This hooded figure allowed only his black beak, and black fleshed hands to be seen as he addressed the judge and terrified onlookers. He gave a speech about how disgusted he was that his people had grown so petty and corrupt, or that this equine would lie about Anax's intentions or behavior at the party. He spoke of the rights he bestowed upon the land, and that a right to one's own body was paramount, therefore the equine student had broken one of the cardinal sins by touching her at all, especially not the way he had.
He finished his speech by commanding the judge or the pursuant to throw the case out. He stated that if this hearing came to a conclusion that he didn't approve, there would be a certain form of hell to pay, and that the entire region would feel the wrath of the gods. Then, a flash of lightning crashed outside the court house and the hooded figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.
They had witnessed something outlandish that day, and nobody could believe what had happened. All Anax knew for sure was that the equine dropped all charges that day and left the courtroom, never to be seen at school again. She had won, in the barest sense.
The judge resigned a month later, and the event is one that is not talked about because nobody believes it happened. It wasn't televised, and all the footage that had been recorded of the event had mysteriously been erased. Most who attended the hearing said that there must have been some sort of potion mist in the air, giving them delusions. Some claimed it was a message from the Gods themselves, and others just don't believe they were awake enough for it to be real.
All that mattered was that Anax was set free, and she could go about her studies under the tutelage of Professor Rovairre - who happened to be one of two people she could discuss the event with along with his wife Valencia.
Naturally, Cero didn't believe anything about the hooded figure or the paranormal, as she was as much of a scientist as Anax was and she needed proof to believe in something, but she had a hard time disregarding the look in Anax's eyes as she told the story. That was as real as could be, and the bond the sisters shared ensured that Cero simply nodded and accepted the story as true.
After that, they had finally made it to the edge of town, both heading to the same location: the Vore House of Klyneth.
Cero was there to learn the secrets of their unique potion cocktail, while Anax was there to investigate the biology associated with sharing her digestive cycle with prospective prey!
Neither knew what was waiting for them in that castle. |
Stress Reliever by Sleths | Alright, so Vantani Fraye is one of the many people I had the great pleasure of meeting trhough SoFurry and my stories! He's a really nice guy who writes pretty great stuff and then we came up with the pretty cool exercise of writing something on the other's universe! I took the great environment | [
"Anal",
"Bondage",
"Cougar",
"Coyote",
"Fantasy",
"Fucking",
"Gag",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Orgasm Denial",
"Semi Consensual",
"Semi-Public"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151111-stress-reliever | Leaning against the wall, head and everything, the coyote felt his eyes drooping. The canine closed them, just for a second, and his consciousness threatened to fade away for a moment, but the clang of armor and sound of steps nearby jolted him awake again. Verter nodded towards the taller tiger that went through the hallway he was guarding and then just watched the feline continue down the hall with the tip of his tail poking out from the side of the long blue cape draped over his shoulder. The coyote sighed.
Being a royal guard was a pain sometimes. Verter was one of the newest royal guards and, though he wore the shiny, specially crafted armor and long blue cape with honor, he was starting to have second thoughts about how fit he was to live his life on guarding duty. As most of the rookies in the royal guard, he had been posted to guard the armory, right inside the royal palace's left wing that was, in fact, the place where the very same royal knights stayed. It felt a bit silly to be a royal knight guarding the royal knight's armory, but as has been thoroughly explained to him, the array of weapons inside the armory would be exactly what invaders would go for in case of a raid, so it was a crucial point and yadda yadda, etcetera. It was always the place they put rookies to guard, as even if something did happen (as ridiculous as it sounded to have anyone invading the royal palace), there were a dozen other royal guards nearby.
Verter was far from being an actual rookie. He'd been a devoted soldier for years before he was bestowed the honor of being chosen as a royal guard. The coyote had been proud of his armor alongside his pockets full of the coin that came with the job and enjoyed bragging about his status, but nights like these made the whole thing seem a little dull in perspective.
The sound of steps coming down the hallway once more snapped Verter out of his thoughts. He turned his head idly, but stiffened when he saw none other than Gareth, the very captain of the royal guard. Verter quickly adjusted his position, standing as straight as he was supposed to and standing at attention, while forcing his ears to stand upright. He glanced towards the approaching captain and noticed the cougar was stomping heavily on the floor, his face showing deep displeasure. His eyes moved to lock on with the coyote's for a moment, to which Verter quickly looked away, focusing his eyes on the plain wall straight ahead.
"Good evening, capt-" Verter had only time to start his greeting before captain Gareth grabbed the coyote by his scruff in the back of his unprotected neck. With metal clanging, the coyote stumbled backwards to follow the cougar's rough pulling, opening the door to the armory behind him and pulling him inside. It was only when the door had been slammed behind them that the cougar let go, allowing the dazed coyote to stand up properly again. His ears were no longer up and straight.
"I just had another frustrating evening with Lord Tamrik and his pathetic excuse of a son," the cougar captain said with a growl. Verter's ears folded themselves back even more. He had a good idea of what that meant. That good idea solidified with Gareth unclasping his own cloak, letting it fall down to the floor, then going down to undo the clasps of his breastplate. Verter just stood there, watching.
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," the coyote responded dutifully. Gareth's eyes just stared him down, slowly narrowing.
"And what are you waiting for?" The cougar's question was adorned with a growl as well, letting his usual complete lack of patience show. Verter swallowed hard.
"Uhh... I know we... we've done this before, sir, but surely you don't... I mean, we're not on your quarters this time and I'm on duty, my replacement might arrive s-"
"Shut up and just do it." The cougar interrupted him. He was done undoing his breastplate, which he just set down on the floor to start handling his pauldrons. Verter's ears pinned themselves down against his head. He looked at the door again, which wasn't even locked.
"But sir, I really don't t-think that-"
This time, Verter stopped speaking himself. He caught the glare the captain was giving him, the cougar having stopped halfway into unclasping his second pauldron.
"This is not the night you're gonna want to displease me, rookie." Gareth's voice carried venom. A chill ran up the back of the coyote's spine and finally, he lowered his head, nodding with a weak "Yes, sir."
They both stripped out to nothing but their loincloths. Verter's armor was carefully set on the corner, but Gareth hadn't been that careful, simply taking it off and hurrying him up after that. As soon as the coyote was close to naked as well, with his ears folded back and paws over the bulge of his loincloth, he looked up at Gareth. The cougar was handsome, he had to give him that. He had a lean body, but very toned and muscular underneath his short fur. Of course, a glance towards the door also happened, Verter always afraid someone would barge in. The captain would most definitely be able to live down whatever they said if word of what they were doing spread out, but the coyote was pretty sure he was going to be mocked for it for the rest of his freaking life, at the very least.
"And? Come on, get on your knees, get it wet," the captain ordered with impatience. Out of pure habit, Verter blurted out a quick "yes, sir" and hurried down to his knees. He himself took the captain's loincloth away carefully to expose the feline's hanging, furry balls and a hefty sheath with a half-hardened member already exposed.
As a coyote, Verter was pretty good with smells, so the heightened musk of the captain hit him pretty hard, but he did his best to ignore it. Gareth sighed in approval from above him the moment his tongue started lapping lightly at the cougar's cock, already feeling the very short barbs alongside the length with a little bit of discomfort, not to mention the taste.
"Yeah... good boy. Good soldier. I swear, canine tongues were meant exactly for this." The cougar's hand came to Verter's head alongside his small comment. It made the coyote blush lightly, but nevertheless, he continued, taking the hardening member into his muzzle to start suckling on it, nurturing it to grow. He was very successful, feeling the cougar's cock getting harder while his tongue massaged it.
The act went on for a good while. The captain kept letting out soft groans of approval while Verter did his best to please, preferably as fast as possible. He soon had the taste of the captain's pre ingrained over his tongue. Slowly, Verter took out his own loincloth while he worked over the captain. Glances towards the door happened every minute with the coyote's ears also always up, listening to any hints of movement from outside, but thankfully nothing came. His paw started stroking his own hard member, the tapered, canine cock fully hard itself. The coyote was just starting to get into it, going as far as taking most of the captain's cock in his long muzzle at once to feel the tip touching his throat while he also felt his own paw slick with his pre, the stroking getting faster. That's when the cougar took a step back.
"That's enough of that. It's nice and wet, it'll do."
Verter's ears flickered back right away.
"S-sir, do you really think that's wise? I mean, going that far will be messy, someone might hear and I'll have to walk back all the way to my quarters wi-"
"Shut it. You're always complaining. A good soldier always obeys, remember?" It was as if Verter hadn't spent the last half hour pleasuring the captain with his mouth for all the impatience the cougar displayed. Gareth looked around, then pointed at a square table off to the side. "There. Bend over there, I'll fuck you against the table."
Verter felt thoroughly embarrassed at how blunt the captain was, but he nodded dutifully. He couldn't deny that his own member was still throbbing with excitement over the prospect, even if he would really, really rather leave this to some other, more private time.
"Yes, sir," the coyote just said, getting up and walking towards the table. He took the small blades that were over it out of the way, then placed both of his paws over it, bending over softly. It made him feel exposed, to say the least. Verter had to make a small effort to lift his tail when it actually wanted to curl between his legs.
"Damn right. That's what I like to see." Gareth came behind him, his paw coming straight down to grab his rump and squeeze, feeling it. His cock came next, grinding against his rear, right against his tailhole. Verter swallowed, seriously just hoping the captain would be gentle this time. The odds of that were against him, though, he knew.
"I have a better idea, though. Stay still," the cougar ordered. Verter obeyed, though he did look back over his shoulder to see the captain uncoiling a few long pieces of rope that were hanging from a nearby wall. He was confused to the captain's intent all the time up until when Gareth came back with rope in hand, put an arm around him to straighten him up, then forced his arms behind his back, a little more roughly than necessary. Verter complied with his heart beating faster, but his ears went straight down when he felt the rope tightening around his wrists, binding them together.
"What's this, sir? There's really no need-"
"Quiet."
As deeply uncomfortable as he was with the situation, the coyote kept quiet even when the cougar almost made him fall by kicking his feet to the side, forcing him to spread his legs wide so that he could tie each one of his ankles to the table's legs. The cougar then forced him to bend over again, though this time, without his hands, he fell with his chest flat against the table. If Verter thought he had felt exposed before, now with his legs wide spread he knew that he was showing off everything. He cursed the fact that the table was on the opposite side of the door, forcing him to stare at a wall ahead instead and feeling even more vulnerable knowing that whoever came in from the door would see the most intimate part of him before anything. With his waist just by the table's edge, his hard cock was still there too, visible hanging beneath him, though the occasional grind against the hard wood was uncomfortable.
"That's much better. I don't like too much squirming," the cougar said, appreciating his work.
"P-please sir, if you could just d-"
"I said quiet, didn't I?" Gareth growled behind him. He did seem angry. "You can't follow simple orders? The next time I hear you speak, I'm gonna make you stay quiet by force."
Verter had no idea what that meant, but he shut his muzzle right away, no matter how much he wanted to protest. He did not appreciate being bound like this. Not at all. The coyote made the mistake of testing the ropes, wrists forcing against the piece binding his wrists, his chest rocking the table a little as he squirmed. He would feel much, much less nervous if he knew he could break out of it, but it didn't appear to be the case.
"I see there's still some squirming left in you. Luckily, I just had the best idea."
Before the coyote could ponder over what that meant, he saw the captain coming around the table to loop a piece of rope around his very neck. The urge to say several things came, but Verter caught the words in his throat, instead just observing. After a tight knot was made and the rope was secure and tight around his neck, he saw Gareth taking the rope connected to it across the table, past the edge right in front of his eyes and under it. The captain kept the pressure on, which meant that his neck was constantly forced down towards the table and he couldn't even try to get back up. Things got a lot worse, however, when he felt the captain tugging at his hanging balls from behind him. The cougar pulled them. A small muffled yelp did escape Verter's throat, but he started getting really nervous when he felt rope being looped around the base of his sack. Twice it was looped around it, far too tight to be comfortable, and then felt a knot tying his balls like that, a little bit stretched.
The captain didn't even have to explain. The moment Gareth let go, Verter tried lifting his neck to test the ropes and he immediately regretted it. The rope around his neck had gone past the table and under it, but it apparently was the same stretched one tied around his balls. His attempt to pull at it and get his chest off the table was rewarded with a sound tug over his own nuts, a little too hard since he wasn't expecting it. Enough to make him grunt and his eyes to water a little. Needless to say that, after that, the coyote stood still, bent over the table and feeling completely helpless.
"Perfect! Fuck, I really outdid myself this time," the captain said with such pride. Verter really wanted to disagree, but he just stood there silent.
Wasting no more time, the cougar took hold of the coyote's tail, lifting up the only hint of protection he had to leave him completely exposed. There was no ceremony this time. The captain pressed his cock straight against the coyote's exposed tailhole and pushed. Verter let out a heavier grunt when the tip of the captain's still rock hard member beat his resistance to get inside, but he still strived to be silent. The harder thing was keeping his body from moving in response. Every twitch of his neck was felt directly over his balls, which he did not appreciate.
Verter had been right on his guess over the captain's gentleness. After the tip popped in, the cougar simply put a hand over the coyote's hips and shoved himself in. Inch after inch, the barbed member went inside. The coyote had to make a great, great effort to keep himself from both grunting and whimpering. He closed his eyes shut, feeling them wet as the pain of the initial, speedy penetration tore through him. He expected the captain to slow down past the first few inches since his saliva was not nearly enough lubrication, but the captain wasn't. He could feel Gareth's hips just pushing, spreading him open with strength. The cougar was growling behind him as if he was furious with something and shoving himself into the coyote was gonna solve anything. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself from making too much sound, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"S-slow down, captain, please!!" The coyote promptly pleaded. It seemed to work at first, because much to his relief, the captain stopped altogether. It gave Verter time to pant. His tailhole felt sore and it ached, even though his erection still stood firm underneath. All of a sudden, however, the captain simply pulled himself out in one quick move. The unexpected action drew a high-pitched whimper of pain from the coyote. The captain's barbs always felt much worse on the way out than they did in the way in. Even empty, his tailhole still felt like it was burning. Verter just laid there, eyes opening, appreciating the break.
"Open," he heard the cougar saying, and he opened his eyes to see Gareth standing right by his side.
"Wha-," he started asking, but the moment he opened his muzzle to speak, the cougar shoved a cloth inside it. It was much deeper than it should, almost reaching his throat and making the coyote cough a few times. His tongue immediately began trying to expel the thing, but it was in too deep to be done without help. A few more confused coughs came before his tongue also managed to identify a certain... musk to it. His own musk. It was the freaking loincloth he'd been wearing all day in there. Verter's ears went down right away in embarrassment.
"Pllsh, ccptn," the coyote pleaded, but his voice came out muffled and low. The small chuckle he heard coming from Gareth told him that his pleading would not work.
Verter had no time to brace himself again. The cougar's cock was lined up against his tailhole again and already it pressed inside, beating the resistance once more and starting the process all over again. This time, Verter couldn't keep himself from grunting and groaning, though all of it came out very muffled by the loincloth shoved into his muzzle.
The coyote's hands behind his back curled into fists, his eyes closing shut again. His breathing was fast and rasp through his nose while the captain's member tore through his ass again, this time all the way to the hilt. The whole thing evolved into fucking way too fast as well, the first thrusts having even the captain grunting, though those came with such fury that it seemed intentional. It made Verter even wonder if he had done something to the anger the captain and didn't recall.
The pain of both the fast penetration and the discomfort of the cougar's barbed member coming in and out of his ass made even Verter's erection flag a little. The first minutes of it were hell for the coyote, but slowly, ever so slowly, the slicking of precum and the stretching made the fucking bearable. Pleasure spots were hit inside the coyote, the barbs enhancing it even more somehow despite the light pain.
By the time Verter started getting into it, feeling the pleasure of the whole ordeal start to overcome the pain no matter how sore he knew his tailhole would be the day after, the captain was already fucking him hard. His own cock ached, pre now dripping down towards the floor even though he had no means to touch himself. Gareth didn't really seem concerned about it, too busy fucking him with a rage he had never seen before to care.
The whole thing was fast and rough. He could tell by the cougar's grunts that he was getting close, hammering the coyote's tailhole. Even the concern that someone might come by faded from Verter's mind, the coyote simply drooling over the table, just making an effort not to twitch too much as his pleasure spots were pounded again and again. Despite how sore he felt, he was wishing hard he had at least one hand available. He felt himself drawing closer to cumming without even touching his cock, so he was sure that with a few pumps, he would probably cum even before Gareth himself.
That notion was probably wrong. The coyote was just starting to focus on his pleasure, just starting to think that, for the first time, he might actually cum hands free from how rough the fucking was when he heard a louder, longer grunt coming from the cougar above him. Sure enough, the warmth of the feline's seed filling him up spread through his inside immediately after, the captain keeping himself hilted deep into him while he came. Verter could feel every pulse of the cougar's cock inside him. It made him groan himself, twitching with need, but he couldn't even struggle to show it without tugging at his own balls. The captain's climax went on and on, until finally the cougar's hand came to his back for support, heavy panting coming from behind the coyote.
"Fuuuuck... That was really great," the cougar just said. He kept himself hilted, letting the coyote's warm tailhole milk the very last spurts of cum from him before he finally pulled out. The moment he did, Verter could feel the captain's cum start to drip out from his now considerably stretched tailhole down the back of his legs, staining his fur. That would be hell to clean up later, he knew. The coyote wasn't worried about that, however. He wriggled as best as he could while keeping his neck still to try and make his need clear.
"Pllhmd, sshr!" Verter tried to plea once more. He moved his wrists back and forth. He just wanted captain Gareth to unbind him so he could touch his needy cock and finish too.
"What is it? You want to get out?"
Verter would nod if he could. His cock pulsed, painfully hard with even his knot engorged.
"Nah, what you really want is this, isn't it?" The cougar's question came alongside his hand touching Verter's hanging cock. The act alone made him groan, a small burst of pre coming. Slowly, so, so slowly the captain trailed his fingers over the straining member, making Verter go as far as try to hump the cougar's fingers, signalling that yes, that's what he wanted. A little more teasing of those claws came, the coyote feeling so freaking close to the edge, and then the hand went away.
"You know what? This was a really good fuck. I feel much, much more relaxed. It's almost as if Serian hadn't made me furious," the cougar started to say almost casually. Verter had no idea what that had to do with anything, but he just wanted to cum! He was sure he would regret the mess later, but he wanted to cum. Captain Gareth ignored that, however, and simply continued. "In fact, I enjoyed this so much that I think I'd like to go again. Not right now, though, I need to get my supper. Fucking makes me hungry."
Verter's ears went down. What the hell did that mean? He was pretty sure he couldn't take Gareth twice in one night, even if they went to his room again, even if he was gentle. He was already feeling too sore from the roughness of the first time! The cougar's hand came to his rump, however, caressing it and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I'm gonna go get my supper. You'll stay right here, won't you? Of course you will, my knots are flawless. I promise I'll make you cum after the second go."
Verter's eyes went wide. The captain intended to leave him there, bound?! The coyote wriggled right away, his ears pinning down against his head, his tail going between his legs and his cock still aching for release. He couldn't do that! The position was really uncomfortable and, worst of all, someone would find him like that!
"Don't worry. I'll tell your replacement to come in early. I'm pretty sure he won't come in here, probably. I'll tell him I let you off the hook for whatever reason I come up with." The cougar's hand caressing his rump went down to his cock again. The touch alone made him groan in pleasure. The captain went as far as giving his sensitive knot a few squeezes, bringing him right to the very edge again, but Verter's needy whimpers just made him laugh.
"I'll see you again in an hour or two, soldier."
Just like that, the hand went away. Verter was forced to hear the captain putting his armor back on and no amount of wriggling, pleading or muffled whimpering made the cougar even acknowledge him again. The door to the armory opened, then it closed, and then there was only silence to keep the nervous coyote company. |
Fall of the Power Panthress by draconicon | A story I was told hadn't been uploaded yet, so I put it up. This is a story commissioned by FA: Rayoelgatubelo from a long while back, involving a heroine that gets fucked up badly by her adversary. If you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at [email protected]/* <![CDATA[ | [
"Age Difference",
"Age Regression",
"Bull",
"Creampie",
"Cum",
"Feline",
"Humiliation",
"M/F",
"Panther",
"Rape",
"Size Difference",
"Super Villains",
"Superheroes",
"Supervillains",
"Vaginal",
"Weasel"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149225-fall-of-the-power-panthress | Fall of the Power Panthress For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon
"No..."
"Eh heh. I'm afraid, it's very much...yes..."
Herbert shook his head in disbelief as he watched the dark shape in the sky gradually get bigger as it fell towards the open ceiling. The fluttering cape behind the muscular feline looked like it should have snapped off from the wind, but the Power Panthress must have had a good costume designer. It stayed on, even as she plummeted.
The bull wanted nothing more than to look away, but old reporter instincts - and his loyalty to this heroine - kept him staring. She would get better. She'd shrugged off hundreds of bullets in the past, thousands, surely. No dart...nothing should have gotten her.
But she slammed through the hole in the ceiling and hit the floor with nothing more than a yowl. Impossible as it was, Power Panthress was shuddering, yowling and whimpering.
And as she squirmed, his captor stepped forward. The disfigured weasel limped and chuckled like a madman - which he probably was, considering his villain status - as he got closer and closer, and Herbert glared at him.
"Don't you touch her!"
"Touch her?"
Simon Trank - the weasel - chuckled as he turned around. He didn't just walk back, but ran over, shoving his disgusting face, smelly and pockmarked, almost against the bull's.
"Touch her? Oh, you know I want much more than that. Much, much more. So much humiliation, so much defeat, that deserves a lot more than touching in return. Don't you think?"
"You're a monster..."
"And you're a wimpy little do-nothing, but you don't see me calling you names. At least, not first. So, don't call me names. Got it?"
"Don't -"
"I'll do what I want! Okay?!"
The weasel was more intimidating than Herbert wanted to admit, and he went silent almost immediately. He turned away, and gasped at the sight before him.
Power Panthress had been one of the biggest lady superheroes in the city. Her red and gold costume was usually stretched to its utter limits, pulled tight around her bulging frame. Even the wonders of latex couldn't quite stretch so far around a feline that was over seven feet tall as a hero, but now...now it looked wrinkled, sagging around her shoulders.
"What...what did you do?! What's -"
He broke off as the weasel slapped him across the face, biting his lip to keep from making a sound. Trank was already walking away, grabbing hold of some of the looser latex around Power Panthress' back, pulling it tight around her chest again.
"Brilliant, really. Powerful science. Powerful work. DNA targeted. Making her just how she's treated me. Like a mewling kid."
"You...You're -"
"She should consider it a gift! What woman wouldn't give anything to be younger?"
Younger...the idea left him shivering. Power Panthress had been an icon for the city for so long, and - though he was loath to admit it - a perfect point of his life. She was perfect in every way; she didn't need to be youthened, or anything.
Yet, there it was, happening right before his eyes. Her chest was shrinking by the second, as if the fat in her breasts was being sucked right back into her body. Trank kept pulling on the back of her costume, keeping it very clear how she was shrinking. Her chest got smaller and smaller, going from the massive rack that she'd had to something barely modest, and then smaller still. He shook his head, barely able to believe it.
But that was far from the only change going on. Her height was disappearing, bit by bit. That massive stature fell away, leaving the costume looser and looser. The only reason there was any detail left to it as she slipped below six feet in height was because it was made of latex, and because Trank kept tugging it tight again. Several times, the weasel yanked back on the costume, choking Power Panthress with the material for a bit before she shrunk again.
"Please...I'm begging you, leave her alone...I...I don't know what you kidnapped me, but -"
"Bait, of course. Power Panthress, you, both close. Too good an opportunity to miss."
"You - you knew?!"
"Everyone knows. Get you, get Power Panthress in no time. You're like a little damsel in distress, yourself."
Herbert didn't know how to feel about that. Insulted, probably, but he was too busy staring at his heroine. The way she mewled, the way she struggled, it was like she had lost everything. Her arms were weaker than he had ever seen, even in her earlier days. Muscle and bulk slipped out of them, as if they were falling out of her sleeves, and soon, her gloves slid right off of her hands. It was like he was staring at some cartoon, watching life getting squeezed out of a main character.
The only thing that still fit reasonably well was her mask and hood, and that was only because she was desperately holding it. And, strangely, it was the only thing that he could imagine wanting to see come off. Herbert hated it, but he...he was curious. Who was the person he had been admiring, after being rescued by her so many times?
Trank must have noticed. As the panthress slipped below five feet in height, the weasel shoved her down, his boot on her neck.
"You want to know who she is? Fine. I do too."
Before he could protest - and he hoped that he would have - the villain yanked the hood back. Right there, under the red and gold mask, was someone that he had never expected to see.
"M-Molly? Molly Mewes?"
The panthress turned her head away, but the damage had been done. Herbert slumped down against the pillar he was tied to, unable to take his eyes off of her, nor able to think of anything but the fact that one of his own reporters was the famous Power Panthress. The thought that he had been falling for someone in his own department...how unprofessional...
But at the same time, he couldn't help but shiver in fear, seeing the lady that he had fantasized over shrinking below the size of any adult. She was barely four feet tall, and her struggles had long since ceased. Her costume was nothing more than a tent around her, obscuring most of the details. At least, until the weasel yanked it off of her.
In the nude, it was clear that she wasn't done shrinking. Not by a long shot. Her body was still trembling, and without the latex costume in the way, he could see her limbs pulling in, tugging tighter to her middle. They were shrinking bit by bit, but it was still just barely visible as he stared in horror.
And then...
Then Trank pulled her legs apart, working at the buttons of his pants. Herbert could only stare in silence as the black pants came down, and revealed a cock that was bigger than any weasel had a right to have. The bull told himself that it must have come from some mad science, but even so...
Moving fast, the weasel had his prey pinned under him, her legs spread and her pussy pointed back towards Herbert. He watched open-mouthed as the weasel lowered himself, pinning down the still-shrinking heroine with his bigger body, his cock rubbing against a slit that wasn't even big enough for two fingers, let alone the drooling cock head that was rubbing against it.
"Don't you dare!"
Even Power Panthress' voice had changed, becoming high pitched, almost squeaky as she shouted at him. Herbert's ears grated at the sound, but not as much as when she started screaming. He squirmed in his bindings, unable to tear his eyes away from the rapidly reddening sight of the weasel jamming his cock into his superhero.
"You feel that? Helpless, humiliation, pain? Those were my feelings...every single time that you beat me..."
Who cared about his feelings? He was hurting her, and Herbert was helpless to stop it. Even now, she was shrinking, her body tightening up further, her legs barely getting around the bigger mammal's thighs. Her paws slowly disappeared from view, and he realized that she couldn't have had a body bigger than a five year old's, at this point. Possibly even smaller.
The sounds of her screams and squeals of pain were all that he could hear, and the sight of that huge weasel cock breaking her and tearing her open was all he could see. The bull wanted nothing else but to look away, but...
But the fact remained that she was his idol, his hero. She had done so much for him. And he...he loved it, and couldn't take his eyes away from her.
That didn't make it hurt any less as he watched her bleed, her little hole getting tinier, then stretching, then getting tinier again as she kept shrinking down. He wanted to throw up as her blood ran down over her ass, and then puddled in a tiny layer underneath her. She shrunk to such a small size that soon he could see her from hip to hip between the weasel's legs, her body tiny, and forced to take something so huge.
Her screams faded, but slowly, and not to be replaced by something happier. He would have guessed that her vocal cords just gave out. Trank kept pumping her, his cock breaking her apart, occasionally pulling out just long enough for him to have a view of her split open, gaping, bleeding hole before slamming back in again. The length of his cock was soaked with that same red, and he took no mercy on her.
Herbert was utterly appalled at it, sick to his stomach as the weasel slammed in all the way. The bull heard the soft grunts that signified climax, but that was hardly the worst. No, that was what Trank had to say.
"I hope you two will be happy...Now Herbert knows the truth, and you'll *always* be a young bitch for him..."
Trank's laughter echoed through the room as he slowly pulled out, smearing a pink-ish mess against the tiny little panther's legs. She barely squirmed, whimpering and covering her face with one oversized paw. Herbert could only guess at her age, now, but she looked no more than three years old, shrunken and out of proportion with herself. He shivered as he looked down at her wrecked hole, oozing red lines through the weasel seed that was left behind.
He couldn't look away as Trank walked over, undoing his chains with a chuckle. The bull glanced up.
"What...why are you..."
"I had my revenge. And you...Well, now it's your choice. A big story. Tell the world about her true identity and defeat...or hide it...and end her suffering. What will you do?"
The weasel laughed, walking away. The chains weren't entirely off, so doubtless Trank would get away before he could do anything. But he could get out...but what would he do now? The Power Panthress was defeated, possibly forever, and now she was hurt and broken on the floor.
*What do I do?*
The End |
Good Enough (Earning Your Stripes) by ragewolver | A short side-story to my main story, centering on an important character from the very beginning. Once I finish the main story, I might come back to this one and expand on it even more. Let me know what you guys think - Good Enough--Side Story--Earning Your Stripes Without a doubt, this was one of | [
"Character Development",
"Classroom",
"Fox",
"Highschool",
"Husky",
"Party/Concert",
"Punk",
"Relationships",
"School",
"Story Series",
"Teenagers",
"Tiger",
"Twins"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149319-good-enough-earning-your-stripes | Good Enough--Side Story--Earning Your Stripes
Without a doubt, this was one of the most uncomfortable moment of Edward Seville's life. He kept his head down, seated in at the desk that the biology teacher, a young female otter, had indicated. She was preoccupying herself with writing on the whiteboard, humming to herself as more students filed into the classroom.
*Stop looking at me*, Edward thought desperately, his skin beneath his fur starting to burn with embarrassment as more and more students entered, their eyes settling on him without fail. They knew he didn't belong.
Being the new kid sucked! It had been the same in each of his classes so far. Anyone could've pointed out the silent tiger who, so far, had said little more than his name. Or "Yes, sir", "No, sir", "Yes, ma'am", "No, ma'am". Edward huffed--one last class to go through, then he can go home.
The bell rang within five more minutes, and the classroom was filled almost to capacity. Edward's eyes drifted across the room and he noticed that only one seat, the one to his immediate left, was vacant. Perhaps someone was sick or just an empty space, but he had no more time to dwell on the idea before the teacher, Mrs. Miller, spoke.
"Welcome back, everybody," she announced cheerfully. "I hope you all had a great weekend and came back well rested because we're starting a new chapter today... But first"--*Don't you dare*, Edward thought desperately--"we have a new student." She waved her paw towards him and, as one, the class turned to face the hefty tiger whom they had all noticed when they entered.
Edward sank low in his seat, face burning with embarrassment. Mrs. Miller waved at him, urging him to stand. He did so slowly, keeping his head tilted downward toward his desk which he had suddenly found incredibly easy to look at.
"Your name," Mrs. Miller urged.
"Ed... Ed Seville."
Edward hurriedly dropped back into his seat and Mrs. Miller seemed surprised by his clipped answer, given in a low, shaky voice. She cleared her throat noisily to retrieve the class's now-broken attention.
"Today, we're starting a chapter on"--she indicated the word she had written on the board--"arachnids."
Edward's blood ran cold. He looked up at the board for the first time, unable to suppress the shiver of fear that worked through him. Arachnids... Spiders... Ew... As he cringed, Mrs. Miller continued to speak, her voice carrying an authoritative tone as she did so.
"And we've got a very special guest today," she continued, a new exuberance coloring her voice. "An entomologist who has brought some live specimens for us to see." She walked over to the door and briefly stepped out into the hall, returning with clear crates in her arms. Behind her, also carrying similar crates, was a male fox. They walked up to the table at the front, setting the crates down. The fox stepped behind the table, looked at the crates briefly, then started to speak.
"Good afternoon, everyone," the fox said. "I'm Dr. Thayer and today, I've got some very rare creatures to show you all." He turned to Mrs. Miller. "Are there any in particular I should start with?"
Mrs. Miller shook her head. "You choose."
As Dr. Thayer started to pull the arachnids--first an iridescent scorpion--from the crates, he spoke in an excited voice that seemed far more youthful than the fox himself, explaining more and more about the arachnids. Edward watched fretfully, unable to think of anything other than how creepily the things moved. He swallowed thickly as Dr. Thayer began to walk among the rows of desks, showing the scorpion to those who wanted to see it closer. Edward was glad to see that he wasn't the only one recoiling away from the scorpion. Even still, he fought to keep himself as still as possible.
Then, back at the front, Dr. Thayer replaced the scorpion and moved to the second crate.
"I know that all of you have already seen a spider," he continued. "But I can't pass this up. It's one of my favorites." He turned back towards the class and Edward could scarcely believe his eyes. Somebody squealed in fear (and Edward was glad it wasn't him). In his outstretched paws, Dr. Thayer held a large, brownish spider. "This is the largest tarantula in the world. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"No," somebody said in a low voice.
"That's detention, Miss Fletcher," Mrs. Miller called from the front of the room.
"Don't worry, spiders are not some evil creatures that'll eat you," Dr. Thayer said, allowing the tarantula to crawl up his arm and rest on his shoulder. "As a matter of fact, I know several people who keep spiders as pets. Let me ask you all something--who here is afraid of spiders?"
Very few hands went into the air and Edward was sure that, like many of the students, he was lying by keeping his hands down.
"Arachnophobia is common and it's nothing to be ashamed of," Dr. Thayer continued, pausing to keep the tarantula from walking away. "Spiders are wondrous creatures. Like this one." He transferred the tarantula delicately back to his paws. "If anyone's brave enough, they can come up and hold her."
One brave, though visibly shaking deer, walked up. He held the tarantula for only a few seconds before chortling. "Not so bad," he admitted.
Within seconds, others were walking up, each one taking the time to, very carefully, handle the tarantula. Edward watched from his seat, glad to be as far away from the spider as possible... Until Dr. Thayer began to walk through the desks again, towards the few students who hadn't moved... and he was walking towards Edward first.
Dr. Thayer set the tarantula on Edward's desk. Without prompting, the spider began to move closer to Edward who found his entire body freezing. He felt the front legs touch his paws and...
He jumped up and away from the desk, swallowing thickly. Dr. Thayer moved quickly to stop the startled spider from dashing away. Edward's breathing sounded impossibly loud in his own ears.
"It's okay," Dr. Thayer assured him, ignoring the snickers and giggles from the rest of the now-amused class. "Let's move on. We've got another specimens to look at."
---
"Hey, Eddie," said Mr. Seville as Edward got into the passenger seat of his father's truck. "How was day one?"
"Hell," Edward answered monotonously.
"Where'd that come from?" Mr. Seville asked worriedly as he pulled away from the school. He waited patiently, listening intently as his son spoke lowly in a depressing monologue of his day When Edward finished, Mr. Seville sighed heavily. "I feel like you're exaggerating. It can't have been that bad, Eddy."
"I was scared of a fucking spider! How *isn't* it bad?"
"Lots of people are scared of spiders," Mr. Seville explained. "Hell, I can't stand the look of the things."
"But you don't run away from them."
"It could be worse," Mr. Seville assured him calmly.
"How?"
Mr. Seville's cheery attitude fractured and when he next spoke, he used the tone he adopted when he wanted to project his authority. "First, fix your attitude. Don't use that tone with me. I'm still your father."
"Yes, sir."
"And secondly, it's just the first day," Mr. Seville continued. "It can always get better. The first day's always the worst. Believe me, I didn't have the best day in the world today either." He sighed. "I'm really sorry that I had to move us out here, but we need the money and you needed to get away from those cubs. They weren't a good influence on you."
"What makes you say that?"
"Look at you," Mr. Seville snorted indignantly. "All this black and stuff. You look like one of those... goth cubs. It's ugly."
"I like it!"
"Yeah, I know, I just don't know why." Mr. Seville's tone lightened. "My point is that today's behind you. The hardest part's over. Just wait till tomorrow. I promise it'll be better."
"And if it's not?"
"Then I'll buy you a brand new car when you turn sixteen."
"That'd make three you'd owe me," Edward chuckled. "Sure you want to make that bet?"
Mr. Seville shrugged. "I'll take my chances, Ed."
---
The next day passed relatively easily, and Edward found it far easier than the day before. He was still new to the school, and visibly out-of-place, but it was far less noticeable now. He was no longer reading a paper to find his way around, no longer being pushed by the crowds of students.
Then, he came to Mrs. Miller's classroom. He walked in quietly, returning her greeting, before walking over to his desk. He had nearly sat down before he jumped back, panicked. A spider was in his seat, facing towards him and... not moving... Cautiously, Edward swept the small, plastic toy away glaring at the skinny lion who had sat behind him.
"Fuck you," Edward snarled as he sat down. No sooner had he done so did he feel a strange prickling sensation on the back of his neck. He yipped in surprise before feeling anger wash through his body at the sound of the lion's laughter.
"Hey," a new, unfamiliar voice interjected, "what's so funny?"
"Hey, it's the emo-pup," the lion remarked. "Where were you yesterday? Cut too deeply last time?"
"Fuck you, Tony," the voice said and Edward looked up. A slightly thin, black-and-white furred husky with blue eyes was glaring at the lion with a scowl. Dressed in black with two piercings glinting in the classroom's light (one in his ear and the other in his eyebrow), Edward's first thought was that this husky, now seating himself in the seat which had been empty yesterday, was strangely handsome. Edward found himself watching as the husky pulled out a black-covered notebook from his backpack.
"No need to be like that," the lion, Tony, chortled. "Just wanted to make some conversation." He was chortling once more.
"What's got you laughing like a maniac? It's creepy," the husky remarked.
"Sorry," Tony said. "You missed yesterday when the new kid"--he tossed a wad of paper at the back of Edward's head--"got scared shitless. It was gold. And then, I put this"--he picked up the plastic, fake spider from the floor--"in his chair and he freaked out again."
"Wow, way to be an asshole, asshole," the husky scoffed, clearly not amused.
Tony's smile faltered. "Jeez, at least try to have fun. You're the most depressing puppy in the school, you know."
"As I said before, fuck you," the husky remarked. Then, he looked at Edward. "Who are you again?"
"Uh, me?"
The husky rolled his eyes, saying, "No, the invisible gnome that sleeps under the desk."
"I can live without the sarcasm," Edward huffed. "I'm Edward Seville."
"Nice to meet you," the husky said, extending his hand. "Damien Blackwell."
Suspicious, Edward shook Damien's hand, his eyes drifting towards the notebook, now open on Damien's desk. "Poetry?"
Damien's immediate confusion gave way to embarrassment as he hurriedly closed his notebook, chortling nervously. "Actually, it's not exactly poetry. It's... something else."
"Something else like--?" The bell cut off the end of Edward's question, leaving it hanging in the air awkwardly.
"I'll tell you later," Damien offered, turning to face the front as Mrs. Miller began her lecture.
---
"Lyrics?" Edward repeated in intrigue as he walked with Damien out of Mrs. Miller's classroom.
"Yeah, I've been working on writing some music," Damien explained shyly. "It's not exactly Grammy worthy, but it's fun." They reached Damien's locker. "Well, I figured that maybe I'd be good at it. I'm not very good with words though..." He chuckled shyly.
"Can I see it?" Edward asked.
Damien hesitated before answering. "Actually, I'd prefer not to show you... It's kind of--"
"Embarrassing?" Edward offered. Damien nodded. Edward hesitated for a moment before shrugging off his backpack, opening it to pull out a notebook of his own. He took another moment of contemplation before saying, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Damien looked over the notebook, then up at Edward with a raised eyebrow. "I guess... But don't you need to catch the bus or something?"
Edward chortled--he could tell that Damien was merely stalling. "Nope, I've got nothing but time. My dad's going to be late picking me up so..."
Damien hesitated, but after glancing at his notebook, he handed it over to Edward before hurriedly grabbing the notebook in Edward's. Slightly amused by Damien's embarrassed demeanor, Edward starting to flit through Damien's lyric book. From the first song (titled "Lockdown"), he noticed something impressive. There was no doubt that Damien's lyrics were insightful, the allusions creative and the word choices nearly perfect. Turning the page to a new song (titled "Third"), Edward found his intrigue growing.
"Are you--?" he started, but Damien interjected.
"Your handwriting's hard to read, Ed," Damien chortled, "but I like your work. It's got me thinking..."
"Thanks." Edward held out Damien's book, pointing to a phrase. "I take it you've got two brothers or sisters?"
"One brother, one sister," Damien answered without looking up. "So, you play guitar?"
"Yeah, since I was a little," Edward answered. "How'd you--?"
"You marked the tabs in your notebook and the tuning for each song," Damien noticed.
"Just like you marked the chords and melody in yours. Piano?"
"Yep."
They were quiet for a moment before Damien said, "I've got some time to kill. My brother's got practice so I can't leave yet. You?"
"My dad got called for a tow so he's running a bit late, but he'll be here shortly," Edward answered.
"Well, maybe Nate can give you a ride home," Damien suggested. "I'd like to keep reading your lyrics. They're pretty incredible."
Shyly, Edward said, "Nothing like yours, though. If you're interested..." He trailed off.
"Interested in what?"
"Maybe we could work together on some music," Edward explained. "I've been looking for a writing partner."
Damien grinned. "On one condition: you teach me guitar."
"Only if you teach me piano."
---
By the time Edward's father had arrived, he had been sitting and chatting with Damien for almost half an hour, seated beside Damien in the bleachers by the basketball court. They had paused for a second for Damien to introduce his elder brother, Nate, but the topic on both of their minds was merely music. Edward couldn't escape his excitement, the thrill of finding someone that he could identify with.
When Edward's phone rang (for the second time), Edward's father was parked in front of the school and, with Damien by his side, Edward walked out to meet him.
"Bout time, Ed," Mr. Seville griped. "Been waiting for nearly ten minutes."
"It's a big building," Edward countered.
"Not that big. Get in. Gotta get back to the--who's this?" Mr. Seville asked curiously, his eyes spotting Damien who stood slightly behind Edward.
"Oh, this my new friend, Damien," Edward explained. "He's a musician like me."
"Oh, you play guitar, pup?" Mr. Seville inquired.
"Piano."
"Ah, such a noble instrument with a rich history," Mr. Seville noted. "Gotta hand it to you, I've never been able to play." He chortled awkwardly. "Well, uh... Daniel?"
"Damien," Edward corrected.
"Well, Damien, it's nice to meet you, but I've got to get back to work. Get in, Ed."
"Yes, sir." Edward began to walk around the tow truck, but he stopped, pausing to turn back to Damien. He gave an awkward wave, saying, "Saturday?"
"Saturday," Damien agreed, returning the wave.
As they pulled away, Edward couldn't help but grin. His father glanced at him curiously, intrigued by Edward's bright attitude.
"What's going on Saturday?" he asked.
"I'm going over to Damien's place to teach him guitar," Edward explained, "and he's going to teach me piano."
"Why?"
"Because we both want to learn."
"I get that, but why now? You've never once had any interest in learning how to play piano," Mr. Seville noted. "What changed?"
"Not sure," Edward said. He shifted nervously in his seat, his gaze drifting towards the window. "Although, we talked about maybe writing some music together. He's actually a pretty good singer and I've seen some of the lyrics he wrote. He's better at it than me and I wouldn't mind learning a tip or two."
"Right..." Mr. Seville chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
---
Saturday rolled around slowly, but when it arrived, Edward was excited. Throughout the week, he and Damien had spent their lunchtimes and a bit of time after school talking. Though the starting subject was typically music, their topics had deviated and expanded to television, games, almost anything that they could think of.
When he arrived at Damien's house on Saturday afternoon with his guitar slung over his back, he couldn't help but feel slightly out of his element. The house, while by no means a manor or mansion, it was definitely bigger than the small, dingy apartment he and his father lived in. The lawn was pristine, and the small flower garden (being tended to by either Damien's mother or sister) was a whirlwind of colors. The garage was opened, revealing two shiny vehicles, a black van and a silver four-door car and, parked on the street, was the slightly less spectacular two-door that Edward recognized at Nate's.
And Nate himself was in the driveway, playing basketball with a few furs that Edward didn't know. Hesitating slightly, Edward approached.
"Nate?" he called.
Nate didn't immediately respond. He took a quick shot, which bounced off the backboard and swore loudly.
"Way to throw off my aim, Stripes," Nate huffed. "Are you here to play a game? Could use an extra player."
"Uh, no, I'm here to work on some music with--"
*"DAMIEN!"\_Nate shouted suddenly, turning towards the house. Edward flinched at the sudden volume. \_"GET DOWN HERE!"*
A window on the second floor slid open and Damien stuck his head out, looking slightly disheveled, as though he had been sleeping. He glared down at Nate, then across the busy driveway to Edward.
"The door's open!" Damien called. "I'll meet you downstairs!"
"Okay!" Edward yelled back.
Still feeling slightly awkward, Edward walked to the front door, hesitating before opening it. Already coming down the staircase in front of him was Damien, his sweatpants hanging loosely around his waist, revealing the waistband of his underwear. He was hurriedly putting on a shirt and had just barely got it on before he tripped over himself in his haste, falling down the last few steps. He picked himself up, his long hair an unkempt mess.
"Fuck, that hurt," Damien grumbled. "Glad you could make it."
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, helping him to his feet. "That looked painful."
"It was, but Nate hits hard too. The piano's in the living room," Damien said, pointing over towards the room on his right. Edward followed him in, seating himself on the couch while Damien lifted the lid over the piano's keys. Edward unpacked his acoustic guitar and began to tune.
"So, did you want me to teach you first or were you going to teach me?" Edward inquired.
Damien thought for a moment. "Well, for now, why don't we just play around a bit? See how well we play together. I came up with something last night that I really want to show you."
Damien began to play and Edward listened carefully. He thumbed a few strings before he found the key, the right chords, and joined in. The sound propagated outward, filling the room with a beautiful melody. Much to Edward's surprise, Damien's song lacked words, but he didn't truly care. Even without words, he--
The sound of someone clearing their throat alerted Edward to the presence of someone else in the room. His finger snagged on his strings for a moment, stunting the sound and causing Damien to stop.
"Dude, why'd you stop? That sounded--hey, Dad. Something wrong?"
Standing in the room, arms crossed and face unreadable, was a tall, handsome husky, his eyes skimming from Edward to Damien.
"Who are you?" he asked Edward in a deep, imposing tone.
Taken by surprise at the blunt way the question was asked, Edward was temporarily stunned. But he quickly regained himself, saying, "Ed Seville."
"Welcome to our home, Mr. Seville," Marcus Blackwell replied. "I'm Damien's father, Mr. Blackwell." Before Edward could reply, Mr. Blackwell turned to Damien. "I take it that your friend will be joining us as well."
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
"It's fine," Mr. Blackwell replied. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving an uneasy silence behind him.
"Join you for what?" Edward asked.
"It's Saturday and it's typically the day that Nate's got his gang over," Damien explained nervously. "He's always having somebody over on Saturday, be it his guy friends or his girlfriend. And then Amy's got her clique coming over too. Dad was going to order a few pizzas and try to force us all to make small talk and be friends." Damien chuckled uneasily.
"Does he know it'll be awkward?" Edward asked.
"Nope," Damien answered, "but we'll deal with that later. So, what'd you think?"
"I liked it, sounded great," Edward replied. "What's it called?"
Damien shrugged. "Doesn't have a name yet. Just came up with it last night. Doesn't even have any lyrics yet. Was thinking it might not need lyrics. What do you think?"
"It sounds awesome. Really, it does," Edward explained. Then, before he could stop himself, he said, "I was working on something myself."
"Can I hear it?"
Edward shrugged. "Hope you like it."
---
"So, did you have fun?" Mr. Seville asked as he drove away from the house, the crescent moon bright in the sky against a backdrop of stars.
Edward nodded eagerly. "Yeah, we actually played a lot of songs together. Never actually got around to doing any teaching, but it was really fun. His parents bought us pizza and they were really kind of cool. He invited me over next weekend so we could actually teach each other."
"Interesting," Mr. Seville said. "So what kind of music did you two work on?"
"Some of the stuff we wrote," Edward continued and Mr. Seville noticed a certain exuberance in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a while. "We actually bounced around a weird idea that... might actually be fun."
"Which is what?"
"Well..."
"Well...?"
"... We both like hard rock music... and Damien said he might know some other people who play some instruments..."
"Don't keep me in suspense. Spit it out, Ed."
"We were thinking about making a band together," Edward replied, shifting awkwardly. "Damien's got some space we could use to rehearse and we've both got a lot of music we could work on. Do you think it's a good idea?"
"Maybe. Who knows? I say go for it."
Edward nodded, still smiling widely.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Ed, but you seem to be in a way better mood since you met this... Damien, was it?" Mr. Seville questioned. Edward nodded. "I'm wondering if you might... you know..."
"Know what?"
"You wouldn't happen to... uh...?"
"Now you're stalling, Dad," Edward chortled.
"Do you have a crush on Damien? It's alright if you do. I won't think any less of you," Mr. Seville said.
Edward scoffed. "No, Dad. I'm not gay."
"Okay, then maybe you're bisexual," Mr. Seville laughed. "But I'll be honest, I don't care either way. You're my little demon spawn."
"Demon spawn?"
"By the way you dress, anyone would think the same way. But I'm just going to tell you this now. If you do like Damien in *that* way, you'd better be careful. You don't know if he's gay or bi or anything. Don't risk your new friend because you're pitching a tent."
Edward's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing at his father's strangely serious tone. He couldn't remember the last time his father had taken this tone, and it left him curious. A series of questions played through Edward's mind, far too quickly for him to stop and ask.
"So, tell me about this... band you two are dreaming about. Got a name for it yet?"
---
*Two months later*
"Hey, Ed! Glad you made it," Damien called from a corner table.
Edward paused as he entered the coffee shop, slightly intrigued by where Damien had asked him to meet. The small shop was a strange place by Edward's own standards, and not a place he had ever envisioned Damien to spend his time at. The air was filled with the scent of coffee beans and strangely dark, lit mostly by dim lights and sunlight that filtered in through reddish curtains, casting a crimson glow on everything inside.
Intrigued, he walked over to the table, noting the two unknown foxes seated there as well, a male and a female. The male looked bored as he sketched in a sketchbook, a toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth and his hair tipped with orange. The female looked a bit more lively, writing something in her notebook and moving her longer, purple-tipped hair out of her face. She noticed first when Damien stood to give Edward a quick hug, but said nothing. Instead, she set her pen down before slipping the pencil from the male's paw.
"What?" the male grumbled drowsily.
\_"Tigro,"\_she replied.
\_ "Tigro?"\_ he echoed. She pointed and the male's eyes saw Edward, now seating himself beside the male fox. "Oh... *Estas tio la tigro la hundo parolas*?"
"What're they saying?" Edward asked as the foxes began to speak to each other in a language that he found himself unable to understand.
"Don't know. They're speaking Esperanto."
"What?"
"They're... Hold that thought," Damien said. He let out a quick whistle and the foxes silenced themselves. "Yeah, they do that sometimes. They can speak Esperanto and they do it to keep secrets from their parents. They're good enough at it that they could teach a class. Kris, Chris, this is the guitarist I told you about, Ed Seville. Ed, this is Krystal and Christopher Nixon."
"Nice to meet you guys," Edward remarked, extending his paw out.
The male, Chris, shook his paw. "Nice to meet you. I'm Chris."
Kris reached across the table. "I'm Kris. Nice to meet you, Ed."
"Doesn't that get confusing?" Edward mused, "if you're both called the same thing?"
"We're not," the foxes said in unison.
"He's Chris," Kris explained.
"And she's Kris," Chris added.
"Simple," they said in unison.
Edward was at a loss for words and looked to Damien for explanation, but Damien was too busy trying (and failing) to hide his laughter. Kris and Chris seemed highly amused by their antics as well, each one grinning cockily.
"Well, brushing that headache aside," Edward said dismissively, "what's going on? Why'd you tell me to meet you guys here?"
"The band," Damien explained.
"Uh, we're trying again?" Edward asked in confusion.
"Again?" Chris repeated.
"Again," Kris confirmed.
"Guys, just hear me out," Damien said. "Ed and I have been trying to get together a band, but it's been slow going. It's not as easy as we thought to find good musicians, but these guys... I've heard them play. He's an awesome drummer and she's an amazing bassist. They're looking for a band and we're looking for a band. So I figured... why not give it a try?"
"So... you guys want to be in a band?" Edward asked.
"We've been trying," Chris started.
"... and trying..." Kris continued.
"... and trying..."
"... but it's hard to find people we can really play with," Kris concluded.
"Not a lot of people meld with our style."
"Not that we have a specific style."
"But we play well."
"Really well."
*"Kvankam mi ludas pli bone ol vi."*
\_ "Vi signifas mi ludas pli bone ol vi."\_
\_ "Ne, mi estas bona."\_
\_ \_ They were going back and forth now in Esperanto and Damien cleared his throat noisily to get their attention.
"Point being, we're both looking for bands to play with and I figured we'd give it a try... If you're in, Ed. I'd really like to keep working with you."
"Yeah, I suppose I'm okay with it if they are."
"We are," Kris said.
"We are?" Chris repeated.
"We are," Kris confirmed.
"Are they going to do that the whole time?" Edward asked Damien as the foxes resumed speaking to each other in Esperanto.
"Probably," Damien said. "Maybe this is a twin thing..."
---
"So, tiger, what's the story between you and the pup?" Chris asked the next Saturday as they prepared for their first rehearsal. The four of them had gathered in the Nixon family's garage, the door opened to allow the sound to fill the space.
Edward, who had been helping Chris set up his kit, paused, staring up curiously at Chris with confused eyes. Talking to Chris without his sister (this is the first time he had actually seen them separated) in the conversation was more than awkward, made even stranger by the fact that Chris had instigated the conversation without her prompting. She and Damien had gone to the twins' bedroom to retrieve the keyboard that Damien would be borrowing for this rehearsal.
"What do you mean?"
"How long have you and Damien two been dating?" Chris asked bluntly.
Edward felt his face burn with embarrassment beneath his fur, and he hurriedly replied, "We're not! Where the fuck did that come from?"
"Sorry. With the way you stare at him, I just figured you two were together," Chris remarked, sounding amazingly disinterested in the whole topic. He sat behind his set and tested his snare. "After all," he continued, "you look like you like him."
"We're just friends. I don't even think he's gay."
"But you are?"
"No!"
"Then just say that and drop it," Chris suggested. "No need to be defensive." He tested his snare once more. "Needs to be tightened," he grumbled to himself.
"Why--?"
"Because it sounds like it needs to be tightened."
"No, why do you think I like him?" Edward finished. "I don't get it. And it's not just you who said something about it either."
"Because to anyone on the outside, it's obvious. The only reason the pup hasn't noticed is because he's even more immature than you," Chris answered monotonously. "And if you want to seem like you don't like him, learn how to fake it."
Edward was about to respond, but Damien and Kris reentered, carrying the keyboard, cords, and stand. They began to set up beside Edward's amplifier. Edward choked on his next few words, unable to get them out, but the sudden sound of Chris's kick drum pulled Edward out of his own mind.
"What?" Edward asked.
"Testing out the kick pedal," Chris replied, "and stopping you from staring. Remember, *fake it*."
"Okay, guys," Damien called. "How do you guys want to start this off? Just want to jam or do you guys have anything you want to show off?"
"Nothing in particular from me," Kris stated.
"Or me," Chris admitted.
"..."
"Ed?" Damien prompted.
Edward looked away from Damien's gaze, instead fixing his attention onto the painted image in the middle of Chris's kick drum. "It's just a weird thing I was working on. Nothing particularly good, but it's something." He strummed a chord, allowing the sound to decay.
"Well?" Damien prompted.
"Play the song," Kris said.
"Let's hear it," Chris added.
---
"So, how was your first rehearsal?" asked Nate as they pulled away from the Nixon household.
"Went pretty nicely," Damien answered. "We started on some new material, expanded on some old stuff, and looks like we might actually have a good group this time."
"What do you think, Stripes?" Nate asked, looking up in the rear-view mirror at Edward, who shrugged.
"I had fun and we actually did manage to have a pretty cool jam session," Edward answered. "I'm actually looking forward to the next rehearsal." He chortled. "Although, those foxes are kind of weird, don't you think, Damien?"
"Weird, but cool," Damien replied. "You got to admit though, they can play."
"So, did you guys come up with a name for your little clique?" Nate questioned.
"Not yet," Damien answered. "No point coming up with a name unless we're all committed to this. I am."
"Me too," Edward answered, smiling.
---
"You look like you've had a good day," Mr. Seville noted when Edward closed the front door behind him. Edward chuckled, setting his guitar and amp down beside the front door before joining his father on the couch. He set his feet on the coffee table. "How'd it go?"
"Great," Edward answered simply. "The foxes are a bit bizarre, but they're pretty awesome at what they do."
"Excellent," Mr. Seville said. "So, what happens now? You guys going to make an album? Win a Grammy?"
"I don't know," Edward admitted, laughing. "We haven't even come up with a name yet." His laughter faded rapidly and he looked away. "Hey, Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"You're going to anyway."
"I think I might actually have a crush on..."
"Damien?"
"Yeah... It's weird, but I'm not sure what to do or think," Edward continued. "I mean, I know a bit about him and we've been hanging out a lot since we started working on music together... But... Should I say anything?"
"To Damien?"
Edward nodded. "I mean, it's odd. Hell, Chris said something about it earlier today at practice. I didn't think I was falling for him, but--"
"You're fifteen, going on sixteen," Mr. Seville interjected dismissively. "Honestly, you don't know shit about love, not like I'm one to talk. After all, you don't see me married." He chortled derisively. But, he quickly calmed. "Truthfully, I worry about you, Ed. I know you're good at heart, but you need to think with your *head*. I don't want you getting hurt because you say something to him. You don't know as much as you think you do about the pup. If he's not gay, at best, he'll break your heart, even if he lets you down easy. At worst, he'll be homophobic and you'd be wrecking your friendship with him."
Edward looked downward, crestfallen. He swallowed a lump of sadness that formed in his throat and stood. "I'd better put my stuff back in my room."
"Hey, Ed, look at me," Mr. Seville insisted, grabbing his son's wrist. Edward looked down, but found himself unable to meet his father's gaze. "I want you to be happy, I do. But I also want you to be smart. I don't care if you're gay, bi or whatever, but just protect yourself."
---
"I'm thinking something ominous," Chris remarked.
It had been two months since their first rehearsal and, after eight successful practices, the subject of the band's name had been raised once more. They found themselves seated in the same coffee shop where they had met and Damien had already jotted down three names that they had already brought up: Breakdown, Dead on Arrival, and D.E.C.K.
"Ominous in what way?" Kris wondered.
"Something creepy," Chris continued, excited, "to send chills down people's spine."
"We're not exactly a creepy group," Edward remarked with a small laugh. "Punk, yeah. Dark, probably. Perhaps something a little more subtle like..."
"Like...?" Damien prodded.
Edward shrugged. "Well, Dad said that we could name ourselves something like 'For the Fire' or 'Young Decay'."
"Those sound interesting," Kris said, "but not exactly... right." She glared darkly at the strange, dark-green rock embedded in her silvery ring. She sighed. "None of these names seem to fit. I thought it'd be easy to come up with one."
"Well, we'll need one," Damien sighed. He glared down at the names he'd written.
"Maybe we should just let a name come naturally," Kris suggested.
"It'll come when it's time," Chris added.
"Unless it doesn't," Kris answered.
"In which case we'll just be called 'Untitled'," Chris joked.
"But we'll need a name regardless if it *is* 'Untitled'," Damien stated. "I mean, we can name our songs, but we can't name ourselves?" He huffed, then looked up at Kris with a confused expression. Once more, she was distracted. "You've been staring at that ring since you got here. What's so special about it?"
"Hmm? Oh, it was a gift from that really cute bear at school. Bobby Dudley," Kris said.
"She's falling for him," Chris added.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"No."
"Yes."
*"Malsa?ulo."*
\_ "Stultulo."\_
\_ \_ "It's a nice ring," Edward interjected hurriedly, hoping to stop any further back-and-forth. He had quickly learned that, if left to their own devices, the twins could continue for hours. "Emerald?"
"No, it's actually... Uh... I forgot what it was called."
"It's called malachite," Chris reminded her.
Damien yawned as the twins started conversing between themselves in Esperanto. looked down at the paper on which he had scrawled down the suggested names and some others that had popped into his head. Without thinking, he had begun to write down 'Malachite', not really listening to the renewed conversation between the twins.
"I like that one," Edward said suddenly, looking over Damien's shoulder. He pointed. "Malachite." The foxes had silenced themselves and Damien looked up at Edward with curiosity. Suddenly the center of attention, Edward felt his face burn with a slight embarrassment. "Well, it's an interesting name. It's a weird word, but it's nice... And it looks kind of interesting too," he added, pointing towards Kris's ring.
"Malachite..." Damien said, rolling the name on his tongue as he considered it. "I like it, I think..."
"Got a weird ring to it," Chris said. "Sounds like 'malice'." He gave a strange hum-like noise before saying, "I think I like it too."
"Then I guess I'm outvoted," Kris said, her attention having drifted to her ring again.
"Kris..." Damien sighed.
"I didn't say I didn't like it," she added. "Let's go with it. Who knows? Maybe it'll be nice little hook to hang our future Grammys on."
---
*One week later...*
"GUYS! GUYS! GUYS!"
Edward's voice rang through the cafeteria as he dashed inside. He had weaved eagerly between the crowd, past people and towards the table where his friends were seated. Then, suddenly, he found himself skidding, sliding across the floor and desperate to regain his balance until he fell face first onto the tabletop.
"Ow," he mumbled, standing back up. His face burned with humiliation as he looked upward. Chris was chortling, Kris was rolling her eyes and Damien sank down lower in his chair to try to avoid being seen by the students in the cafeteria who had turned towards the commotion, a decent amount of them laughing.
"Are you okay?" Damien asked, helping him back to his feet. "Not hurt?"
"Only his pride," Chris managed to say.
"What's got you so excited that you're screaming like a maniac?" Kris asked.
Edward, who had been rubbing his forehead, found his earlier exuberance rapidly. He looked down at the slightly crumpled flyer in his paw, and flattened it on the tabletop. "THIS! Take a look!" They all looked closer at the poster, the words "BATTLE OF THE BANDS" in bold font at the top.
"Where'd you get this poster?" Kris asked.
"He ripped it off a wall," Chris answered.
"That's not the point," Edward insisted. "Remember, we wanted to find a way to showcase our music? This is it! We enter the battle of the bands!"
"What're the odds of us actually winning?" Damien asked nervously.
"That's really not the point I'm trying to make," Edward huffed. "Let's just give it a try. The worst case scenario is that we don't win. But at least people will hear us. Who knows what else could happen? Maybe some big shot producer will hear us and want to sign us to a label."
"That's setting the bar high," Chris stated.
"More like setting the bar in space," Kris added.
"Well, I just thought it'd be a good idea," Edward remarked, crestfallen. He picked up the flyer and had just started to fold it when Damien spoke.
"Let's give it a try," Damien suggested. Edward paused. "We've got enough songs to put on a show and there's no point in rehearsing if there's nothing to rehearse for..."
"...So we're doing it?" Edward questioned hopefully, his smile widening with his rekindled excitement.
"Kris, Chris, what do you guys think?" Damien asked hurriedly, avoiding the Edward's excited, youthful gaze.
"Why not?" Chris hummed.
"It could be fun," Kris added. "But... are we ready for a performance?"
"We won't know until we try," Edward answered happily. "I'll go sign us up!"
"Hey, hey, slow it down, Ed," Damien said. "She's got a point. If we do this, we do it right. Which means we'll probably need to double our rehearsals, refine our techniques and..." He trailed off nervously.
"And?" Edward prompted.
Damien shifted nervously. "I was hoping that, instead of the keyboard, I could move onto the guitar," he grumbled. "I mean, I've been practicing as much as I can and I think I can manage."
"You sure?" Kris asked. "You've never played guitar during our rehearsals before."
"He'll just have to start now," Chris said. "It's an easy fix."
"So, we're going for it?" Edward insisted hopefully.
There was a moment of silence while they exchanged nervous looks. Then, Damien nodded. "I think we're going for it."
---
*One month later...*
"So, we're really doing this?" Damien asked nervously, pacing awkwardly backstage. He could hear the band currently performing, a heavy metal group called Biter.
"It's too late to back out now," Chris said. "Don't punk out on us." He jovially punched Damien's arm.
Edward chortled nervously, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. They were on next. There was no turning back now... He fidgeted nervously with the strings on his guitar, absently stealing jealous glances at Damien's newer model. However, he couldn't stop the flow of pride that worked through him as he had watched Damien's growth. He remembered when he had started teaching Damien how to play, when he could barely strum let alone carry a tune... but now...
"And now," the MC was saying. Edward looked up from his guitar in amazement. The members of Biter were currently walking backstage, their vocalist shooting a sneering smirk at Damien as he passed over the microphone.
"Good luck, *puppy*," he snarled and Damien flinched. For a brief moment, a wave of anger flowed through Edward's veins and he felt himself rise. "You'll need it." Edward wasn't aware that he had started growling until Chris him in his side.
"Defend your boyfriend later," Chris hissed. "We're on!"
"He's not my... Forget it," Edward replied as he followed his friends onto the stage. He took his place and looked over at Damien. He nodded calmly and Damien replaced the microphone in its stand, took a deep breath, and started to sing.
*"Memories burn inside my mind*
*And I dream of you...*
*I dream of you...*
*Peaceful days that were lost to time*
*I long for you...*
*I plead for you"*
Edward struck his first power chord, reveling in the sound. Kris and Chris were playing near flawlessly and Damien had swung his guitar around, ready to play but Edward noticed something he had never seen in Damien before. Hesitation... He had missed his cue!
*"Even as I fall from my throne*
*You refuse to leave alone"*
Kris and Chris had noticed it too and they were watching him closely, just as confused. Edward could see Damien's pick, in just the right position to strum, but he was hesitating. Why was he hesitating?
*"I've never been good enough for you*
*I've never been strong enough for you*
*I've never been wise enough for you...*
*And yet you still love me...*
*You're all I want and need..."*
Then Damien strummed, a powerful chord that caught Edward so off-guard that he nearly lost track of the song. But he quickly found his place once more. The mood had changed palpably and Edward was grinning widely, though his own laughter was masked by the music. Somehow, he had never before appreciated just how much fun this was, playing music with his friends.
Or how adorable...
He quickly shook the thought out of his head before he even finished it. Now was not the time for that... Now, he had to focus. After all, they were on stage now. No room for mistakes.
---
"THANK YOU!" Damien called to the cheering crowd, breathless as the last few notes, the last few chords, petered out in the resonant auditorium. "THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS WAS AMAZING!"
Feeling bold, Edward had started to play again, soon joined by Kris and Chris. Damien looked at them in confusion before understanding dawned on his face.
"YOU GUYS WANT ONE MORE?!" he called.
Edward never thought he'd get the sound of cheering out of his mind, the feeling of elation, the excitement, the rush of being on stage.
---
"That was fucking epic!" Damien declared as they walked off stage, each one laughing, unable to contain their energy, the adrenaline.
"I freaking rocked out with everything I had," Chris agreed.
Even Kris's normally calm demeanor had been broken by the thrill and she was bouncing up and down, unable to restrain herself. "Are we going to get disqualified for doing an unauthorized encore?"
"Who cares?" Edward countered. "We should've done another one! THAT WAS AWESOME!!" He let out a proud, roar-like shout that silenced itself almost immediately when he felt Damien's arms pull him into an embrace.
"Thanks, Ed," he said. "We wouldn't have made it without you."
Soon, Chris and Kris had joined them in a group hug and for a brief moment, Edward felt a surprising feeling of peace come over him.
"Thanks for believing in me, guys," he heard Damien said. "There's no way I could've done it without you..."
"We're always going to be here for each other," Edward assured him. "Like one really weird family."
"The fuck you calling weird, kitten?" Chris snorted playfully.
"You!" Edward answered as they pulled away.
They laughed again, a warming sound that filled their ears. Then, Chris nudged Edward. "Yo, can I talk to you for just a minute?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"In private? Just for a quick second."
Edward's eyes narrowed, his euphoria starting to fade as he walked away from Damien and Kris, curious. When Chris was sure that they were out of earshot of the others, he turned towards Edward, his eyes narrowed and his face pulled into a scowl.
"Okay, this getting ridiculous, Ed. You need to say something to him," Chris insisted.
"What're you talking about?" Edward murmured.
"I saw you on stage," Chris continued, "and you're not fooling me. You nearly fucked up because of this little crush of yours." Chris sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. "Look, I'm not going to say anything, but you ought to. You're torturing yourself over this."
"Look, I'm fine," Edward assured him. "Besides, I'm not perfect. Even if I make a mistake, it's not the end of the world."
"If you're sure, but I don't know, Ed," Chris said. "I don't think this is healthy."
"I just don't want to risk it," Edward admitted. "Maybe I'll say something later, but for right now... I just want him to be my friend."
"Wait too long and you'll never get your chance."
"I know," Edward answered. "But--"
"Hey, guys!" Damien called. "They're announcing the winner!"
Glad to have a reason to end the conversation, Edward hurried away.
---
"Eh, second-place isn't so bad," Edward stated as they walked away with a silver trophy. "At least those Biter assholes didn't win."
"Still, not bad for our first show," Damien answered. "Room for improvement." They entered the parking lot and moved over towards the car that they had borrowed from the twins' parents. As they set their instruments very delicately in the trunk, Edward found his own mind too distracted to listen to the conversation.
They got into the car, Chris behind the wheel with Edward and Damien in the backseat. Absently, Edward heard the conversation without really paying attention. His mind was preoccupied with what Chris had said, what his father's advice had been. And his own thoughts swirling around in a jumbled mess in his head... but it all pointed to one conclusion. Even as he turned to look at Damien, he felt his heart steadily speed up.
He had fallen, hard, for the scrawny husky seated beside him...
*Should I...? Should I say something?*
The thought ran through his mind rapidly and the answer escaped him. He opened his mouth to speak and, at that moment, Damien turned and smiled at him. The words he wanted to say snagged in his throat and he faked a cough.
"You alright, Ed?" Damien asked jovially, his grin wide and his eyes sparkling.
"Y-yeah," Edward answered. "Just still coming down from that rush, you know?"
"Yeah," Damien remarked. "I say we celebrate in traditional Malachite fashion."
"Coffee shop?" Kris asked.
"Coffee shop," Chris confirmed.
"Let's go!" Damien insisted.
Edward chuckled, despite his own apprehension.
*I can't say it... I don't want to lose him... I can't...*
---
*Two years later*
"I can't believe you did that, jackass," Edward scoffed, placing his guitar gingerly into his backseat. He buckled it into the safety belt as he always did, keeping it secured in its case. "Our very last show and you want to do *Never Go Back*? Kind of a sad song, you know."
"Well, yeah," Kris stated, "but it was our last show. And we never even got a chance to record it."
"Shame," Chris added lazily.
"We'll probably never get a chance to play it again," Damien sighed. "Face it, guys, we're going to college in different states! What're we supposed to do? Pretend we're still a band when we can't even rehearse?"
"We can still do some video chats or something!" Edward insisted, far more forcefully than he had intended. He could feel small tears in his eye. For the first time, the reality seemed to hit him, the simple fact. This might be the last time he saw his friends again...
"Ed--" Kris started.
"I just don't want summer to be over," Edward huffed, aggravation working through him. "I mean, you guys are my best friends. I don't want to lose you all and... I don't want to lose our band. Malachite's the best thing that's ever happened to us..." He studied their expressions, but they seemed unreadable. Had he misunderstood? "Well, to me, anyway..."
"I feel the same way," Damien confessed, looking away. "I'll miss this."
"Why does it have to end?" Edward snapped, kicking at his tire.
"Because we're growing up," Kris answered and Edward could hear her growing annoyance. "Life's not fair; we *all* know that. But we have to grow up and move on or else... we'll just... never go anywhere. Besides, we'll all stay in touch, won't we?"
"I will," Chris volunteered.
"Me too," Damien added.
"Me three," Edward said and he felt himself start to cry. He turned away from his friends, but he could feel their eyes on him, watching him fall to pieces.
"One last group hug?" Kris offered.
"One last group hug," Damien agreed.
When they moved closer, Edward saw something strange. Damien was crying as well. He couldn't help but wonder how Damien was taking this. Would he be okay over this? They pulled back and Edward wiped his eyes with his sleeve. No point in crying now...
"So, I guess this is... goodbye," Kris murmured.
"No, it's more like, see you later," Chris corrected. "Next summer, definitely, right?"
"Right, we'll be there," Damien replied.
"Yep," Edward said.
They smiled at each other once more before the twins got into their mother's van and drove away. Edward watched them leave, unable to bring himself to look over at Damien. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind racing. Now or never... He should say something... But what to say? Should he even do anything at all? Was it worth it? What if--?
"I don't like this," Edward finally said. "It's not fair."
"I don't like it either, Eddy," Damien admitted. "But--"
Edward's body was suddenly on autopilot and he turned. He pulled Damien into a tight embrace, one that he had longed to do for so long. He heard Damien's breath hitch and... he was being hugged back! Damien was hugging him back! Edward's heart raced with excitement and he wanted more. He started to tilted his head downward and--
Damien pulled away and their eyes locked, both of them consumed by uncertainty. *I shouldn't have done that*, Edward thought. *That was a mistake.* Edward cleared his throat before speaking.
"Sorry," he said. "I just figured..."
"What?" Damien prompted.
Edward shrugged. "Never mind."
"Ed--"
"You've got my number," Edward continued rapidly. "Call me often, you hear? I want to hear from you as much as I can." He turned away before Damien could say anything else, but he then felt something grab his arm. He tried his best to suppress the gasp that caught in his throat as he looked back at Damien.
"You can call me too, you know," Damien said before Edward got into the car. "It's a two-way street. I'll always be glad to hear from you."
Edward smiled, stopping before he got into his car. "I... I've been wondering... Can I...?" He shook his head. "Never mind."
"Ed, you keep doing that. Just say it already," Damien stated irritably.
"Are we just friends?" Edward questioned.
Damien hesitated before responding and Edward wondered about the strange look in his eye. "Well, I figured we were a bit more..."
"Like what?" Edward urged, unable to contain his own emotions. *Please*, *say something. Please...*
"Best friends," Damien finally said. "You're like a... brother to me..."
Edward's excitement broke as he registered the words, unable to think of the nervous tone that Damien was using. He shouldn't have said anything...
"Yeah, I don't know what I was expecting," Edward said in a strangled, weak voice. "Well, I'll catch you later." He closed the door before Damien could say anything more. He waved at Damien one last time, gave him one last smile (forced though it may have been) and began to drive away. He was crying again...
*I'm sorry, Damien*, he thought. *I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry...* |
A Night Out by SkyWing | #14 of The Mischievous Exploits of Axel The next chapter in this silly little series of mine done in draconicon's streams. Our little bird slave finally shows up and right away Axel has plans for him. - A Night Out For Necross By Draconicon It took them about an hour to get everything put away, and | [
"Anal",
"Avain",
"Bat",
"Bondage",
"Club",
"Cunt Boy",
"Dragon",
"Equine",
"Gay",
"Hawk",
"Home",
"Hypnosis",
"Kangaroo",
"M/M",
"Male",
"Mammal",
"Marsupial",
"Master/Pet",
"Master/Slave",
"Oral",
"Reptile",
"Rhino",
"Rough",
"Zebra",
"spit roast"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153023-a-night-out | A Night Out
For Necross
By Draconicon
It took them about an hour to get everything put away, and it was with more than some relief that Axel finally let loose with the trigger word.
"Birdie boi."
Just like that, the red-tailed hawk froze in mid-motion, and stared straight ahead. It was quite the lovely view, actually, considering the bat had muttered it when Lucas was still bent over, and he smirked a bit more as he worked his hand over that feathered rump. It was quite soft, even through his little slut's pants, and he squeezed it several times before taking his hands away.
"It's been too long since I got a chance to train you properly. I think I'll have to take you out, once I make sure that all the other triggers are still holding."
Axel ran through the triggers as he walked around the room, gathering the little pieces of equipment he had from their hiding places. He made the hawk gasp and pant, made him go down to all fours, made him lift his tail and shake his ass, and even made him cum on command with nothing more than his words. Everything seemed to check out.
"Birdie boi."
The phrase set the hawk back to his beginning state, his eyes blank and his body still. After setting a collar and harness around the hawk's neck and torso, he gradually dragged Lucas's pants down, letting them fall to the ground. The bird's slit was already a bit on the damp side, waiting to let out something rather eager, but he didn't encourage it. Instead, he kicked the pants away and pulled up a pair of leather shorts, cut open in the back and solid in the front. Thick and solid, too.
*No getting off without my permission tonight, my little birdy,* he thought with a smirk.
A pair of boots and a leash completed the look, and he took one last circle around the zonked bird to be sure. A nicely exposed ass made for a lovely picture from behind, and the glazed eyes made him look like the perfect slut from the front.
Chuckling, he gave the leash a tug.
"Come, boy. I think it's time that you met another of my friends."
\#
It was a short drive to the Pink Star, but it was still a nightmare to find any parking. After twenty minutes of circling the parking lot, Axel gave up and just found some spot in an alley. He doubted anyone would do anything to the car - it was a pretty friendly club, despite appearances - but he double-locked the doors just in case.
Leading the zonked bird around the front of the club, he got in line and waited. Several other men, including a rather tall zebra and a dragon, gave his birdie boi a couple of appreciative looks, and the dragon let him get ahead after Axel let him get a good grope of his slave's ass. He kept moving through the line that way, until he was right at the front door. The bouncer knew him by sight, and chuckled.
"Taking anyone home for a threesome tonight, Axel?"
"Nah, I'm just gonna get it here."
"Heh, fair enough. Means more action for the rest of us."
The bat chuckled, giving the rhino a high five before walking in. The Pink Star had quite a bit of music playing, mostly because someone thought it was a good idea to have two jukeboxes hooked up to the same sets of steroes, and it made of an unholy din throughout the place. Didn't matter, usually; the bat came here to find people to play with, and as soon as he had a partner, they were either off to the back rooms or back to his place.
Tonight, however...
"Okay, where's Sammy?"
He cast his eyes around the crowd, and it didn't take him long to find the one kangaroo in the joint. The big guy was wearing a fishnet vest and long leather pants, with a pair of nipple piercings. There was no mistaking him.
Dragging his bird along by the leash, he made a beeline across the dance floor to the 'roo. He caught him just before he could slip out onto the dance floor himself, and the 'roo's face lit up.
"Oh ho, look who's back in town. Here I thought you'd be sticking around the BDSM beach for another couple of years."
"Yeah, no, they charge too much for that."
"Heh, and your dad would eventually get someone after him."
"And my dad would have someone coming after him." He chuckled, smacking the kangaroo on the arm. "Been a long time, Sammy."
"You know, you're the only one I let call me that."
"Because you know I can bend you over like anyone else."
"Well, there's that."
The kangaroo gestured towards one of the booths, smiling to himself.
"Come on, let's grab a chair and talk. It's been ages."
"Heh, and when we're done, I might have a treat for you."
"Heh...I can't imagine what that would be..."
\#
"...And that's why you gotta come down to the station sometime. Seriously, put your business cards in all those pockets, and you'd get half the cops down here for a lapdance."
"Heh, I'll think about it. But you know, I'm still waiting for that treat. And you know that you'll have to pay another hundred if you don't get me doing something soon."
Axel winced a bit at that. It was always a reminder that he didn't quite have the ultimate freedoms that most doms had. Financial independence was still something juuuust out of his reach, and buying up a few hours of Sammy's time had done quite a number to his wallet.
Still, he had him for another half hour or so, and he might be able to keep hold of him for a bit longer than that, if needed.
The bat pulled on the leash, pulling the slowly-stirring hawk over to the table. Lucas started looking around -
"Birdie boi."
And immediately stopped, slumping forward slightly as the command took effect. Sammy chuckled.
"You know, I still can't get over how easy that is for you."
"Yeah, you don't want to know how long I practiced to do that. Anyway, here's the surprise. You get a chance to try out that feathery butt."
"Wha - you serious?"
"Yeah. Not like he doesn't want it. He just needs a little encouragement to be bold about it."
The bat chuckled, pulling the leash again until the hawk was right up against the table. He patted it, and Lucas hopped on it, sprawling out on all fours with his feathery rump facing towards the roo. It was rather funny, seeing his old friend looking so embarrassed and so turned on at the same time.
"Heh, you going to get up and have him or not?"
"You sure you don't mind?"
"I wouldn't offer if I did."
To help things along, Axel stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his own cock. No sooner had he waved it in front of the little slutty bird's face than that beak opened up, the tiny but strong tongue pushing out and flicking over the tip. Stroking his slave's head a few times, he slowly pushed forward, letting his cock sink into that eager throat, tight, hot wetness squeezing down on him.
As he started rocking back and forth, Sammy finally stood up, undoing his pants and working them down around his ankles. The roo's cock was pretty good sized, particularly for what he knew Sammy did on a nightly basis, and it was already a bit damp at the tip.
"He doesn't mind a little dryness?"
"Nah, he's deep enough that he's not gonna notice."
"Good."
He was surprised at how quick Sammy got into it, once he was sure that it was alright. The roo's cock was buried under that feathery tail in less than a second, and the force of the thrust jammed Lucas right up against his crotch. Axel bit back a moan, but it was not the easiest thing to do as the roo kept slamming in, relentless in his sudden fuck.
It took him almost a minute to get used to Sammy's rhythm, and even then he was more inclined to lean back and let Lucas and Sammy do the work, just let the pair of them get him the pleasure that he wanted. The bat smiled, panting softly as his cock was worked over by a tight, constantly swallowing throat, and enjoyed the soft beat of the roo's hips clapping against the hawk's ass.
Fifteen minutes passed in that fashion, and in that time, Sammy showed no signs of slowing. He shook his head, chuckling.
"I forgot...how much stamina you got...Mmmph...he's pretty good."
"Yeah, well...you dance all night...shaking your ass...grinding on a pole...you learn how to hold it in."
"Yeah, well...just let go when you feel like it."
In, out, in, out. He started thrusting as well, unable to hold back as much as he'd like with that throat working his cock so hard. The bat panted, leaning forward and grabbing hold of Lucas's arms to steady himself, ramming himself in up to the base of his cock. It was tricky with the beak, but it was so wide that he didn't worry. All he needed was a few more thrusts, and he'd be -
"Nnngh..."
Axel grunted, slamming himself in up to the hilt as he came down the hawk's throat. He held himself there, groaning under his breath as he emptied his balls, feeling shot after shot of cum go down.
"Heh...maybe you should do a few dances, Axel."
"Shut it...Or I'll buy you for this next time."
"Heh, think I'd really complain?"
"Probably not."
He panted, leaning back as his cock slurped out of the hawk's throat, and watched as the roo kept up his inexorable fuck...
The End |
Fractured Memories Part 2 by dfeyder | #12 of gift work - Fractured Memories Part 2 By Dustin Feyder Commissioned by Dodish Just for arguments sake I want to say I am not from a poor family, the Lovecraft's are a respected lot, my father was a respected poet, my grandmother worked for a concert and stage company and I | [
"BDSM",
"Bird",
"Bondage",
"Caller",
"Cat",
"Crab",
"Drinking",
"Hyena",
"Master/Pet",
"Master/Slave",
"Pegging",
"Riding",
"Royalty",
"Vineyard",
"Wine",
"eating",
"knife",
"spiders",
"throw"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145309-fractured-memories-part-2 | Fractured Memories
Part 2
By
Dustin Feyder
Commissioned by
Dodish
Just for arguments sake I want to say I am not from a poor family, the Lovecraft's are a respected lot, my father was a respected poet, my grandmother worked for a concert and stage company and I myself am an artist of sorts, I clean and repair damaged artifacts for the county museum. Many would say the Lovecraft's are rich. Now let me tell you, there is a fine line that divides the rich form the wealthy, you can lose riches. Have too much fun over a weekend, get attacked to fast cars and fast women and your riches will be gone before you know it. Wealth is something else altogether.
Wealth builds cities, shapes cultures. Wealth is the cornerstone of governments and communities. When you have real wealth you can lose that, the people around you won't let you. Even if you lose the money society will remember your name and doors will open for you that won't open for people that are only rich. If your name happens to start with something like; Dutch, Barron, or Czar, you will find that there will always be work for you to do and people that will offer to take care of you.
The Ashcroft's are in the latter category and I never would have known it. I knew the name, everyone has seen it somewhere but it is so omnipresent in many of our lives and you wouldn't associate it with a person, it's more like a place and a thing: the Ashcroft library, hospital, museum. Grew up on Ashcroft street. Meeting someone with that name seemed trivial.
Samur is the owner and operator of Ashcroft Vineyard and Winery and the fourth largest distribution center in the world (as far as I know anyway). The Vineyard is where I am now. Samur takes me out to the barn, she interduces me to her prize winning astro, it is a beast of burden a bird green in color with a rainbow tail weighs about 900lbs, his name is Grimm. Samur takes me on a ride, shows me the compound.
Truth be known I should have been able to work this out back when we were kids, the clues where there but I thought it was all miscommunications and misunderstandings of the usage of words, phrases like "my family grows wine" sounds insane taken out of contexts.
I have never ridden a bird before, I end up needing to in front of Samur, I sit on her lap laying forward onto the back of the peacock looking beast, she rests forward onto me as we run across the vineyard. Samur has under her command a village worth of employs; men to pick fruit, men to sort it, men to peal fruits and man to grind them, a facility to wash the produce and at last a place to barley age the nectars that will become the most widely consumed wine in the country.
Samur is happy to talk at lengths about the wines that are bottled at her vineyard. She tells me how the cheap and sweat wines are made for daily needs and how that is different form the dark bitter wines that are only sipped by the most sophisticated coinsures. I must confess yesterday I would never have imagined what I am getting to see today.
After a long ride, we return Grimm to his coop and walk back to the main house. Samur takes me to the dining room and interduces me to two of her retainers. The first is a man named Griswold, he is in charge of Samur's dietary needs, the second is a woman named Vidal, her job seems to be meeting any needs not related to eating or working out.
Griswold is a happy fellow, he offers to ready a meal for the two of us and is more than happy to attempt a feline recipe that might be more to my pallet to me then what he is accustomed to prepping. I assure him that I am adventurous and ready to try anything he is willing to place on a plate for me.
This possibly loos phrasing end up getting me a plate piled high with what looks like grilled spiders with lobster claws, a boiled snake, and a thick yellow soup that I never could place the flavor of. I might have thought this a tasteless joke till Samur reaches over the table to take some of my fried spiders for herself.
After dinner, I walk around the house, I am shown a privet theater, an indoor swimming pool, I am given a bedroom. From there it is off to the basement, and that is where thing start getting... of color let's say. Somewhere in the maze of a basement we come to a door with a red spotlight cast on it.
The red door is pushed open to reveal a well-lit room with an oversized bed and a collection of toys I dare not descried today. There are lights on the wall the spell out the words 'Dungeon Master', a small bar is off in the corner and a table with seating for two. Samur's teeth find my shoulder and one hand reaches around me in a lewd way, I suffer a small bite then her fangs move up my neck and around one of my ears, his an airy voice she whispers to me "and this is my game room." Something gets pushed into my lower back, it is rubbery, not hard but stiff.
The color must have started to melt form my face as once more I feel confused and overwhelmed. Samur is so commanding, so needing, some confident. What am I to do? Her is a woman that is everything I can ever want and yet I can hardly find the words to speak. Why am I afraid? What is that she is holding agents my back? "do you want to play a game?" she breaths the phrase into my ear.
"what game?" I galp
Samur walks into the game room and closes the door, hidden behind it is a wooden target board, she picks up from the table in the room a par of dirk. "every throw knives before?"
"Once or twice."
"let me see" Samur hands off the short blades. I may have exaggerated my ability to throw knives. With my first throw I fail to even hit the door with my next I hit the target with the blunt end and bounce it off.
Samur picks up the knives next, she throws like a wimp, not a one of her throws landing. Something feels wrong, did she miss because she doesn't know how to throw knives or did she miss because I missed?
I pick up the knives and try again. I don't do much better. Samur hands me the knife to try again then jokes with me, her tails flicking about "do you like gambling?"
"I have been known to flip a few cards."
"I make you a bet. You get two more throws, my next one will be closer."
I saw her throw, I know she can't do this, I think. So I take the bet "what is on the table?"
"I want a pet."
"A pet?"
She pulls a dog caller from under the bar "I want you to be my pet."
"what if you miss?" I know sounds stubbed, I know this is a bad idea but I am feeling good about myself.
Playfully Samur clips the caller around herself "you get to be the master."
Suddenly my balls take charge. I know I can do this, I wined up and throw my first knife. Bullseye! Too bad it was handle first. Second throw I cut the lower right corner off the target. That is worth something right?
Samur smiles brightly, her eyes narrow and as she picks up the knifes she leans forth and sticks her tail high in the air mocking me, forcing me to look at her tail. She looks over her shoulder as she stands back up and scandalously comments "A true killer I see. Where you just playing with me with your first throw?" Samur's hands draw up her body calling attention to her sharp hips.
She walks up alongside me one foot slightly in front of the other as she turns to face the target. A quick twist of the hips and her left arm swings out in ridge-hand two fingers on one side of the knives handle and her thumb on the other side. her throw isn't good, it isn't masterful, it is downright artful. Like some sort of an assassin stepping off the canvas of a middle age poem the knife strikes the target cutting the horizon perfectly.
I mutter "that can't be."
Samur clearly hears me as she brings her other hand up and slaps her shoulder lunching an underhanded throw from her right side slinging the other knife into the dart board just under her first knife the two of their handles crossing in a 'T' shape.
Samur turns her eyes to me with a uneven grin on her face. She takes off the caller she is wearing and wraps her arms over my shoulders clipping it around my neck. I can only assume that if you have the sort of money that the Ashcroft have you can afford to spend time doing things like learning how to throw knifes. Samur smirks darkly "It now looks as if I should own you." |
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