Troll story
**JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW, IM ACTUALLY A REALLY WEAK WRITER :P THIS IS JUST TO ANNOTATE A PICTURE I'M WORKING ON**
One of Mitchell's most early memories was that of his elder brother - Landon - bursting through the front door one day, stuttering with excitement and fear about how he had caught glimpse of a troll whilst collecting berries in the woods with his friends. Mitch, although young, was intensely interested about his brother's ordeal and listened with genuine excitement and attentiveness as he babbled on and on about the event. His eyes lit up as his sibling described the troll in massive detail, describing the beast's piercing, yellowed eyes and scarred skin, it's spiralling horns and flattened, ugly face. He jumped to his feet and did impressions of it's heavy, ape-like movements, that had Mitch in stitches with laughter. From that day, Mitch sparked a love for trolls.
That Christmas, he sent a letter to Santa-Paws insisting that he had been a very, very good bunny boy, and that all he wanted for the holiday was books about trolls. Over the cold season, the little boy would spend his days lazing in front of the fire as the bitter winds tumbled down the chimney and beat against the windows, reading the books that Santa brought him, to his delight.
Years later, a 14-year-old Mitchell was still fixated with the beasts. If anything, his interest had grown and blossomed into a full on obsession. His bedroom had developed into a library of troll related literature over the years, mountains of books on the subject teetering almost to the ceiling. This was, of course, to his parents confusion. They could not understand why on Earth their little boy was so infatuated with such ugly, wild brutes. However, whenever the two would question him on the subject, he would remind them that trolls were very docile and timid creatures that never strayed far from their woodland homes, nor were there any records of a troll harming another creature in cold blood. They would roll their eyes in response and leave him, in peace, to his reading.
Many times before, Mitchell had woken himself up early and ventured into the woods in search for a troll. He had developed an improbable fantasy, and kept it to himself over the years, that he would one day find the beast his brother had seen all those years ago and befriend it. Unfortunately, the rabbit had never had his brother's luck; he had never once spied a troll in those woods. However, as he set his alarm for 5:30AM and curled up into bed, butterflies invaded his gut and his tummy did a somersault, as he was 100% sure that tomorrow would be his lucky day.
Mitch had already woken up, washed and dressed before his alarm clock even struck 5:30 the next morning. The 14-year-old had barely caught a wink of sleep with excitement, and as he packed his rucksack with apples, binoculars, a compass and a carton of juice, he knew his sleeplessness would be made worth the while. Quietly, making sure not to wake his siblings or parents, he crept from the house and into the pristine summer sunlight. The air was still cold from the night, the sun only just having risen, but Mitch couldn't work out if the goose bumps on his arms were from the cold, or his excitement.
Snatching an apple from his rucksack, he made his way through the lavender field, over the stream on the bowed oak bridge, and to the gate - draped in the touch of several weeping willows - which lead him on a rather untamed path deep into the woods. Looking around him with icy blue eyes, Mitch shuddered gently. The sky was almost completely blocked out above him by the thickness of the foliage above him. Biting his lip, he tried not to be scared and ventured further along the path. He'd been this way a few times before and nothing bad had ever happened. Smiling to himself, he remembered why he was there in the first place. Daydreams were flooding his mind so rowdily that he almost did not hear the muffled roar sounding somewhere from the East. Shivers shook Mitch to the very bone, and he froze to the spot. "Is this really a good idea?" he asked himself, slowly forcing his feet to carry him in the direction he had heard the noise. Looking behind him, he strayed from the path and fought his way through the brambles and vegetation into the trees. They were so tall, compact and made everything dark that Mitch began to have second thoughts about leaving the path. Nonetheless, he concluded that there was no point turning back now, and instead kept moving further and further towards the direction of the noise he had heard.
Eventually, the teenager emerged from the cluster of trees and came to a shallow lake. He listened out for another noise - a grunt, growl footsteps, anything - but instead, there was just silence. Maybe the noise he'd heard in the first place was just a product of his overactive imagination? People told Mitch that a lot. He took out the carton of juice, pierced it with his sharp bunny teeth, and drank it thirstily whilst glancing around at his surroundings. He had never been this far into the woods before. He skipped to the bank and dipped his filthy feet into the clear water. It was cool and refreshing, as Mitchell was sweating from the heat of the summer and humidity of the forest. All of a sudden, something caught his eye in the lake; but then vanished as soon as it appeared. Mitch slowly placed the juice to one side and fixed his eyes on the spot where he'd spied whatever it had been. There it was again! Orange and scaly: it was a fish! A big one, too. Even if he didn't find the troll today, Mitch contemplated, he'd get a lot of attention at home for catching such a huge fish for dinner.
Hurriedly pulling his clothes from his body, Mitch, as quietly as possibly, slid into the lake. Ducking his head beneath the surface, he caught glimpse of the golden creature, gracefully gliding around near the bottom of the lake. Moving slowly so not to scare it off, he swam nearer and nearer, his arms outstretched and readied. When he was close enough, he snatched for it, but it was too quick for him and darted in another direction. Almost blue in the face, Mitch sped to the surface, took a few gulps of air and dove back down. Immediately, he spotted the fish and swam at it again, grabbing it around its middle. But it was too slippery and strong, and fighting against the rabbit's grasp proved effective as it managed to break free and swim hastily away. Mitch, becoming frustrated, swam back to the surface and growled to himself in annoyance.
Rubbing the water from his eyes, he swam to the bank, intent on finding some sort of stick or vine that would aid him in becoming victorious. Still trying to clear his vision, Mitch placed one paw on the bankside to pull himself out. But what he was touching did not feel like the grassy, wet surface he expected - instead, it was rough like old leather and scabby. Quickly he drew his hand back and moved away in fright, blinking frantically in order to see what it was that he had touched. The rabbit's stomach flipped. He could not believe his eyes. Terrified but bursting with joy, he looked on at a large, disgustingly ugly, enormous creature squatting on the bank. It stared at him, grunted, then apparently uninterested, leant forwards and began drinking the lake's water.
After a while of staring on in utter disbelief, Mitch hesitantly spoke to the beast, determined to befriend it. "Hello!" he squeaked, moving a little further away, just incase. The troll glanced up at him and grunted once more, before resuming to its drink. "He.. Hello," he tried again, but with no response from his company. Suddenly, the rabbit had an idea. Trying not to disturb the creature, he quietly swam to the opposite side of the lake, clambered out and picked up the carton of juice he had left on the bank. Shakily, he neared the troll, holding the juice out with an outstretched arm. He stopped a few meters from where it sat, still drinking.
"Here," Mitch whimpered, trying his best to sound friendly. He remained unnoticed. Frowning, he coughed loudly. Still, nothing. The troll continued to slowly drink whilst paying no attention to the rabbit. Becoming impatient, Mitch raised his voice slightly. "Hey... Hey!" That seemed to work. The troll looked up again, obviously unimpressed at being disturbed. It let out a loud roar, which frightened Mitch to the point that he lost balance in fear and fell to the ground. The troll approached him, breathing heavily. "I- I..." Mitch could not get his words out through his fright. The troll was grunting as it craned it's massive, ugly body over Mitch's.
Although terrified, the boy found the situation so amazing and surreal - he could not believe he was finally so close to something he had admired so deeply and passionately for so long. "Look," he croaked, lifting the juice box again as the troll stared down at him. "You drink this... It's a present! It's tastier than water. It's good!" In one swift motion, the beast knocked the carton from Mitch's grasp. He let out a whimper and lay on the ground, frozen in fear, as the beast lowered its head to his body and began sniffing. The sniffs were hot and heavy, each one tickling the rabbit's naked form and causing him to giggle nervously. The thick ring pierced through the troll's nose brushed against Mitch's chest and, in reflex, the bunny shoved his arms forward to stop the tickling. The beast bellowed furiously as Mitch's hands slapped him once on his scarred forehead. Mitch instantly realised his mistake as one massive, strong hand grabbed him by his leg and lifted him into the air. Not being able to do anything but gasp in terror, he dangled from the troll's grasp helplessly and shielded his face with his arms.
The next thing that happened shocked Mitch so much that he let out a weak scream. Instead of being crushed, as he genuinely expected, he felt something wet and slippery and gruff run over his left asscheek. Forcing himself to look down, he saw the troll slathering his rear end in slobber, its large purple tongue soaking his tail and thighs in thick strings of troll spit. "Get off!" he gagged, fighting in vain against the creature's grasp. The beast ignored his efforts and continued licking away, holding Mitch in the air by both his skinny rabbit legs. Mitch failed at suppressing his moans as the tongue suddenly slid in between his asscheeks and across his sensitive hole, rolling over it a few times. The slobber slugged down his abdomen, covering his cock and stickying his fur. "Get off!" he begged again, over and over, waving his arms and sobbing gently.
The troll suddenly lowered Mitch to the ground, positioning him so that his shoulders rested on the grassy surface and his bunny butt stuck up in the air. The teen began panting heavily in fear, crying meekly, too choked up and scared to make much noise anymore. Glancing up, he watched in awe as a great mass of flesh swelled from the fleecy forest of hair accumulated around the troll's groin. More tears streamed down his face as he began to understand what was about to happen to him; and how inevitable it was. Still, the beast grew in length and girth, until pressing against Mitch's asscheeks was at least a foot of gnarled, greyish meat - with about the same circumference as Mitch's own forearm.
He let out a cry of fear, hoping that someone would find them and help before it was too late. But before the cry had even left the rabbit's lips, he felt himself already being invaded by the massive troll cock. His tight virgin hole was far too tight for such a large penis. The troll grunted in frustration, realising the fit was much too small. Determined nonetheless, he pushed and thrusted, Mitch's hole stretching painfully and eating it up bit by bit. The rabbit cried loudly and squirmed in agony, feeling his hole split and blood trickle down his belly. But this pain was soon blanketed by unwanted pleasure, as the log of meat inside him touched him in places he was not even aware he had.
After what seemed like forever, the troll was balls-deep. Mitch looked up at the animal's hideous features, contorted with ecstasy and lust that must have been building up for far, far too long. Then, the pounding began. It was slow at first, but soon the troll began speeding up until his enormous cock was hammering against the rabbit's prostate. It shook Mitch's entire body and with each thrust, he let out a drawled moan of pain and pleasure. His belly bulged from the meat invading deep inside of it, but then returned to its normal state as the troll pulled almost all of the way out, then delved completely back in. His massive testicles, each having swollen to about the size of two small melons (and still growing), slapped heavily against Mitch's lower back with each thrust.
Eventually, the troll erupted a loud, terrifying bellow, and something hot began to empty into Mitch's innards. "Thank god," he murmured to himself between sobs, assuming it all over. But something did not feel right... The flow did not stop, but instead filled up within Mitch so much that it began spraying out from his used asshole. As it started flowing down his quivering figure, pooling on his chest and soaking his thighs, the smell hit him and he realised what it actually was. Troll urine. Mitchell had briefly read about this method in the books he read about trolls as a youngster. The beasts would often do this to signify their victory and sexual dominance during intercourse. He began crying harder, unable to believe this was happening to him. The troll stopped thrusting, and instead stood squatted over Mitch, his foot of meat as deep inside the rabbit as it could physically get. He put his weight down in order to prevent the urine from leaking out much more. The troll craned his head back and, with a roar, let his bladder empty completely, at full force. It belted inside of Mitch, filling him, causing his belly to swell further until he felt ready to burst. Thoughts bustled into his head as he remembered reading that trolls were capable of retaining their urine for months until sexual intercourse, then release it all in one go. He lay motionless and let the troll empty gallons of hot piss inside of him, feeling it occasionally spray out and wet his face and torso.
Suddenly, the troll pulled out and Mitch fell to the ground. He lay their in shock for a few seconds, his asshole used and gapped, piss steadily pouring out onto the floor and soaking his naked body. "Thank you," he eventually managed to gasp, assuming that the troll had finally taken pity and let him go free. But he was wrong; the troll heaved Mitch to his knees and shoved his twitching, swollen cock into the rabbit's face. Tears streaming down his face, Mitchell concluded that he just wanted this to all end - and he would do whatever the troll wanted to get it over as quickly as possible.
Slowly and gingerly, he took the meat into his mouth - just the tip. It tasted salty and the smell and flavour of the urine made him gag. The troll, unimpressed by the rabbit's bad efforts, grasped him by the back of his head and forced a third of his length deep into his mouth. Mitch sobbed around the cock, doing his best to suck it and rub his tongue against it. The troll shoved himself further and further down the teen's throat, ignoring the sounds of gagging and choking, until his pubic hair was tickling against Mitch's nose. Grunting in pleasure, the beast thrust in and out, holding his toy's head in place. His balls slapped against the rabbit's face and chest, the pair now the size of a basketball. Mitch knelt still, trying his hardest to be quiet as the beast skullfucked him for what seemed like a lifetime.
Then, the meat pulled out from Mitch's mouth. He still sat at the troll's feet, obediently, his face stained with tears, urine and pre-cum. Before he was able to comprehend what was happening, something hot and heavy shot across his face. He squeezed his eyes shut instinctively, turned his head to the side and allowed the ribbons of yellowish jizz to ribbon across his face with each explosion. It globbed down his chest, covering his torso in the thick, sticky substance, painting his entire body. After a few moments, the troll seemed satisfied with his work and his dick slowly fell limp, oozing semen onto the grass. Both Mitch's and the troll's chests heaved in exhaustion, and the former collapsed to the ground, completely worn out both mentally and physically.
The troll crouched over the rabbit's lifeless form, piss still pouring from his asshole, and his entire figure coated in a thick layer of semen. Seemingly contemplating something to himself, the beast scooped Mitchell up into his arms, lazily attempted to wipe the still-hot spunk from his face and hair, and carried him back into the great mass of trees.