Chapter 1 Promises - The Start
Disclamer, This work contains violent rape and inappropriate language, and therefore it should not be read by minors or people who can not take such content. It is also going to be based around a male/male relationship, so if you can't handle m/m please run away with you tail between you legs *Looks at watch* Ummm "Now."
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Promises
Chapter 1
The Start
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"Your gay aren't you?!" an attractive young female avian shouted.
"No" the dark wolf muttered monotonously this shouting and whining was becoming a daily occurence.
"You never look at any of the girls, and your never interested when the other guys bring up the topic, furthermore your always the last one out of the change rooms, checking out all the other guys no doubt." The avian glared at him, daring him to prove her wrong.
The wolf rolled his eyes, this was the third drama queen this week to approach him. "I'm not gay, it's just that I'm not interested in you."
A second of silence echoed through the cafeteria and Kuro knew the avian was about to explode. "What, I'm not good enough for you am I? You're such a snob, I wish you'd just drop over and die." The bird huffed and waddled away.
Kuro stared at the bird for a moment, "Pathetic."
Kuro: Dark Wolf
Kuro sighed as he recalled how the day had ended, bird brain had made such a racket in the cafeteria that they were both called up to the principal's office, and given a 30 minute lecture on the aspects of Harmony and the Soul. 30 minutes meaning he wasn't able to have a decent lunch. He solemnly drifted through the school gates and headed down the long winding road home. A sudden voice piped up. "Wait up Mr faggy pants." The wolfs ears twitched but there was no other indication that he had heard the vixens insult.
"I said wait up hot stuff."
The wolf continued to ignore the vixens taunts. "Okay, okay sheesh Kuro lighten up, you know I was only joking." The wolf stopped and allowed the vixen to catch up to him, "I know, I also know you don't like being ignored Yume."
The vixen pouted "Hey, that's not true."
Kuro raised an eyebrow, but otherwise remained silent. A few minutes passed, and not a word was exchanged between the two. "So...... the weather's sure nice today." Yume hesitantly said. Kuro raised his eyebrow again. "It looks as if a storms coming." The fox literally bounced up into the air "I know, don't the dark foreboding menaces of nature look so calm and relaxing?" Kuro managed a smirk, "If I didn't know better I'd think you were joking."
The fox grinned, oh but I'm not see, dark clouds means rain, and rain means I get to see you wet"
"I don't follow you" the Kuro mumbled.
"If your wet, there's a chance I can see through your shirt" the foxed hummed happily as if imagining the scene.
"Uh huh, you've seen me topless before." Kuro said still puzzled.
"Heh heh, I know I have, but if I take photo's I could probably scrape together a fortune. The fox said happily.
"I should have known better, it's always money, money, money with you, you greedy little vixen."
The fox grinned "That's not all I'm greedy for."
The wolf quickly side stepped as the greedy fox made a grab for his privates. "Not a bad attempt, but still way too slow" he commented, as the fox picked herself up off the road. "Well aren't we the perfect gentleman, dodging a graceful lady's fall."
"What sort of graceful lady makes an attempt to grab a guys privates without consent?"
"This one" Yume announced happily.
The Dark wolf rolled his eyes, why he bothered talking to her he had no idea.
"Yume about tomorrow, could you...."
"Oops sorry Kuro, this is where I head off, see you tomorrow" the vixen scurried off as quickly as she could as if in a hurry into the dark forest.
Kuro sighed, Oh well he was going to tell her he wouldn't be coming to school tomorrow, but she'd probably be able to figure out why if someone told her the date.
Yume: Playful Vixen
Yume sighed as she walked alone through the dark woods, she was well aware of what tomorrow was, and she was certain Kuro didn't want to discuss the matter. After all, it was the one thing that Kuro seemed to want to hide from everyone else. She absent mindedly traced her paw against each tree she passed, as she recalled what had happened the last time she came close to revealing Kuro's secret, the punishment she received was the cold shoulder for well over a month. Which to Yume, was like being stabbed with the giant needle of guilt every day she saw him. A promise was something the dark wolf seemed to value above all else. If Kuro made a promise he'd keep it, if you made a promise to him and broke it, it'd be the end of any friendship they had going. The only way she managed to gain Kuro's trust back, was by sharing her own little secret. Yume was Bisexual, and to a prestigious family such as hers, such information was like a lethal time bomb waiting to be discovered. It was getting dark now, and she could sense that it was going to snow soon. She smiled as she remembered apologizing to the Dark wolf as she grovelled on the floor for his forgiveness. And after promising never to make the same mistake again. Even so, she hated keeping the promise she had made with Kuro, it was clear it was killing him inside, after all, having your closest friend being enslaved to a mistress that no one knew about is not something you can just accept and forget about. Yume frowned as she tried to figure how she could get Kuro to stop seeing his mistress. But after awhile sighed in defeat, whatever plan she came up with involved a risk factor, and she she wasn't willing to take any chances with their unstable friendship. Yume looked up and sighed and regretted leaving the main road, if her other little secret was to occur now, she'd probably be nothing but bones when someone discovered her, if anyone ever did. She played with the thought for a moment, if she were to go missing how would Kuro react? Worried? Saddened? Reality suggested he wouldn't think about it twice, but the thought of the quiet unemotional wolf being worried amused her. But as she played with her fantasy Her a shiver went up her spine. Something bad was going to happen in the near future in these woods, she just knew it.
Kuro
Kuro unlocked the door and staggered into his new home. Well it was the same house he'd grown up in over the past 16 years, but it never had been literally his property. The previous owner Masaki Makai, Kuro's guardian had passed away a week ago, due to his heart finally giving out. It wasn't a terrible loss for the wolf. The old fox had never shown him any fatherly love, and therefore Kuro never felt he had lost a father. Plus, the senile old fox had continued repeating stupid sayings for as long as Kuro could remember. Saying that he had been forced to repeat and learn for as long as he could remember. Every time he thought about the old fox's death, the old mans voice would echo in his head "One should not seek pity, nor sadness when they die. Such beings are weak, and weakness is something which will not be tolerated." which would be folled by a tedious story about the old fox's youth. The old man had led a harsh life in his youth, his unnaturally coloured fur had constantly separated him from others, leaving the old man to himself, in isolation from others in society.
Hence Kuro couldn't bring himself to despise the old fox. and for that had been critisized by the old fox, continuosly referred to as weak, and too emotional. He appreciated the lessons though, the harsh training lessons that had taught him how to defend himself. The not so gentle beating about the legs and arms with the old fox's prized Shinai (Wooden sword used in Kendo) were for his own good. Maybe ShiFu Makai (ShiFu = Mentor or teacher of Martial arts in Chinese often translated as Master.) had been more of a fatherly figure then Kuro had thought. The old fox had basically picked him up and dusted him off when he was desperate for somewhere to go. But the old fox had repeatedly pointed out that Kuro was only adopted so that he could carry on the Makai style of fighting.
He was proud yet annoyed at his fighting prowess, because of it, Kuro was undefeatable. But because of his skills the girls wouldn't stop harassing him. Kuro wasn't one to flaunt his skills though. He didn't approve of self promotion, "If has even a slight talent people around you will tell you, if they don't it's clearly nothing worth bragging about" The wolf smirked he was echoing the old fox's sayings, maybe he'd be the senile old ShiFu one day? ShiFu had also taught him fighting was a resolution for when justice could not be sought from your opponet. According to Masaki Makai that was the true purpose of violence, not to settle petty disputes, but to forcefully correct any that committed a wrong and refused to listen to reason. But one must always remember not to fall into corruption themselves, as there is always someone stronger.
However despite being dubbed undefeatable Kuro had never actually fought anyone seriously before. Kuro had been taught to be submissive and never had taken the initiative to do something himself. Anything he did, was because someone had ordered him to do it. Although he wouldn't obey the order unless Kuro himself determined it as a correct action. But to be honest he didn't like being bossed about, he preffered to be alone. Another of his Shifu's teachings echoed through his head, "live alone, die alone." The mere thought of someone mourning his death made him sick. It probably would be actors tears anyway. Or if they truely were mourning his death they were pathetic and weak for doing so. Whatever the reason, Kuro wasn't intent on not leaving any sappy memories behind when he died. He would die proudly, and alone.
Kuro yawned, all this thinking had made him tired. It was nearly 11PM, there was no point in sleeping he had to visit his mistress before the second hand moved to indicate the begining of a new day. He looked at his reflection, and decided it'd be better to clean himself before leaving. He didn't want to seem unkept infront of his mistress.
Next Day: Back at School
The bell rang, and all the furs stopped whatever they were doing and took their seats as the home room teacher entered the classroom. Mr Yamada, the home room teacher must have been the most boring teacher the education department had been able to spawn as of yet. Even when taking roll call his voice droned making the list of names seem like a history text book. Luckily the old badger was retiring today, and was off to some foreign country to live with his son. Regardless of their true feelings, the students gave him their best wishes, and made a quick comment on how "Positively" the old badger had influenced their education.
As the farewells ended, the new homeroom teacher entered. The class oggled at the new teacher, the woman was a human! Her fur was only visible on her head, and the black fur was done up in a neat round bun behind her head. Her glasses were not the rounded rectangles that most teachers wore, but a lot slimmer and they barely covered her eyes. She was wearing a business woman's outfit and looked as if she had come directly from her interview with the principal. "Attention Class!" The whispers that had arisen immediately died down. "I am Miss Misako, I will be your new Home room teacher and will also be taking the English classes from now on." She shouted. "And if any of you punks plan on giving me a hard time, I'll make sure the rest of your life is a living hell, you got that you little maggots?"
The class just stared, not believing what this woman had just said.
"I'm waiting for an answer you little brats!"
"Yes Ma'am" the class said in unison. A falcon chuckled comparing the classes action to a military program he had seen on Television. The human woman glared at him making the Falcon sit up and look as if he had been paying attention. The old badger stepped out of the corner he had retreated to and applauded the new teacher. "Well done Miss Misako, I've never seen these children so obedient, I'm sure you'll take good care of them." the Badger bowed his striped head and left the class in their state of complete fear.
"Okay now that the old geezers gone, who the hell is here and who the hell isn't?"
The class stared blankly at the informality the new teacher was showing, but no one dared to answer.
"You, fat pigeon, answer" she shouted at the Falcon.
"Umm Kuro Makai, Drey Gon and Yume Yakko aren't here.... Ma'am" the Falcon stuttered.
"Are they sick or are they truanting?"
"How am I.... I mean, I don't know Ma'am" the Falcon stuttered out again.
"Well find out you despicable ball of feathers, the exercise will do you good, now get going!"
The Bird of prey darted out of the classroom, and the same thought ran through every student in the classroom.
"We're dead"
White Fox: The woods
It had been a long flight and an even longer bus ride. But finally he had reached his destination. Or at least he hoped he had. He was supposed to be in a large city, with high mountains covered with tree's on either side. The youg fox saw tree's, alot of them, infact tree's and rocks were all he saw. The bus driver had been an unpleasant old shrew who had kicked him off for some unknown reason. The fox decided to wonder about but an hour later his surroundings were identical to what he had seen before, tree's and rocks.
The white fox decided to take a break, he wasn't tired physically, but his mind was worn out. As he was forced to keep beating down his mind from recalling stories about furs who had gone hiking, got lost and died in the wilderness. The fox sighed, he was lost and it didn't look like anyone had used this dirt road in awhile. Maybe it's a road that doesn't lead anywhere? "Arghh every road leads somewhere" he spoke out to a nearby tree. "Okay I'm talking to a tree now." he sighed, foubting his sanity the fox looked up and saw that the sky was blood red. An indication that the sun was setting and night would come soon. A slight breeze drifted through the woods, it was starting to get cold. He wasn't dressed for a Winter night. He tried to get up, but his body groaned in protest. "Maybe I should take a quick nap" the fox said to no one in particular as he resigned himself to sleep. He wanted to hurry up and get out of this maze of tree's but the sense of fatigue was too strong. Before long he fell into a deep slumber.
It was much later when the fox awoke. A slight moan escaped his lips as his body unwillingly got up. A second later a moan echoed in the darkness. The fox froze, was someone out there our had his moan echoed? The fox perked his ears up and listened intently. Nothing. He smiled weakly and was about to decide the moan to be his imagination when another groan came from the darkness to his right. The fox shot up and hid behind a tree. His first intuition told him to run. But as he was about to go the other way, another groan echoed through the woods much louder now. The fox turned around, it sounded as if the creature was in some sort of pain. As the fox was contemplating what he should do, another groan was heard, this one sounded desperate. The fox resigned himself, if someone was injured he couldn't turn his back and run. The fox hurried off towards where the sound was coming from. Hoping that he hadn't made the wrong descision.
It took several minutes before he saw a glimmer of light in the distance, it looked like a fire was going, maybe if he helped the injured fur, he'd be able to get directions, and maybe a place to stay for the night if the city was too far away. With this thought he ran into a little clearing. There was something wrong about this clearing, it looked as if the tree's had been uprooted by some unimaginable strength. Again instinct told him to run, but again his sense of justice crept into mind. Cautious the fox crept over to the fire.
Drey: Silver Dragon
His damn father had demanded he return home, and why had he been summoned halfway across the country? So that he could attend the sluts funeral. So what if the slut had given him birth, it still didn't justify why he had to travel so far in this cold weather. And now his was stuck just a short distance away from his home. In the stupid woods to get his blood going again, he hated the cold. It wasn't agreeable to his cold blood, and sapped any strength he had left out of him. Even uprooting a few trees bad worn him out. At least the fire was burning now, but it wasn't enough, he was still cold, and he needed to warm up a bit more before he could fly through the nights crisp air. Where was his fan club of horny lizards when he needed them? The group of lizards that worshipped him and pleased him when he was bored? He needed something to get his blood pressure up, and what better way then to sexually do it? He'd have stopped to do it several times, if there had been anything that he could use as a temporary sex toy as he hated masturbating. But this was a matter of life and death, he couldn't possibly be picky about it. He ripped his school uniform off and leaned back on the log. The white dragons dragonhood was already protruding out of it's sheath into the cold night air. He quickly retracted his claws and began to massage his 20 inches of dragon meat. He tried imagining the slick lizard bodies slithering against his own scaly body, that red lizard had the most arousing moan. He imagined his fan club pleasing him, massaging him and offering themselves to him. Then that sensational feeling when he releases himself deep into one of their lithe bodies crept into his mind. "Ahh yesssss" he moaned as a drop of pre began collecting on the tip of his dragonhood.
Suddenly a white flash of fur caught his attention. Someone of something had seen him, A surge of anger and humiliations coursed through the dragons body. If the creature could prove what he had seen, it'd ruin Drey's reputation, and result him being an outcast amongst all fragons forever. Not to mention the reputation he'd undoubtedly receive as a horny devil. He advanced on the intruder, the sharp claws he had retracted reappeared ready to slice the little perv into pieces.
White Fox
The white fox tumbled back, afraid he had been seen. He'd just seen a dragon, a dragon which prided itself on it's power and reputation, sexually pleasing itself. He recalled all the terrible stories he had heard about people who had seen what the fury of an enraged dragon could do. Those who experienced it never lived to tell the tale. As the fox turned to flee, a roar of thunder erupted behind him "Who are you, and how dare you trespass into my space." The fox slowly turned around, a sudden move could cost him his life. "I'm sorry Mr Dragon sir, I wasn't aware" he stuttered. The dragon roared "Liar! Your here to defame me, to shame my reputation."
The fox shook his head violently, "I heard you groaning and thought you might be hurt, and that I should help..."
The dragon eyed the fox suspiciously, the fox took the initiative and continued his plea "I promise I saw nothing sir, I won't say a thing about even seeing you in these woods." Uncertainty flickered through the dragons eyes, and the fox felt he was winning the battle. "I was only worried about your wellbeing sir, I only wanted to help."
The dragon seemed to be in thought and then cracked a grin "Sure, I believe you little fox."
The fox managed sighed with relief and managed to smile weakly back at the sharp fangs, he was saved. The dragon suddenly grabbed the fox by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up into the air. "You came here to help and help you shall" Drey hissed with a disturbing look in his eyes.
The fox's cocked his head in confusion, the dragon didn't seem hurt, The dragon leaned forward, grinding his dragonhood into the foxes rear as Drey's hands slid down foxes body, pinching and twisting bits of skin, enjoying the little yelps and the squirming. Drey finally reached the tight little foxhole. The foxes eyes widened with fear as he finally got the hint, "No, please, I don't" The fox screamed as the first finger slipped into the virgin tail hole, and then another finger slipped inside the little hole, the dragon spent several moments enjoying the pained expression on the fox's face before forcefully shoving another finger in deeply. The fox cringed in pain and humiliation, but as far as Drey cared it was completely as significant as a speck of dust, perhaps less. The fox squirmed and tried to push the finger out, but instead allowed the dragon to push the intruding finger even further up the fox's hole. The fox yelped in pain, tears had begun to roll down his cheeks. "Please sir, no more."
The dragon only smirked "Not yet, I'm anxious to feel how you you cling to my cock."
The fox managed to look down at the swelling head of the dragons dragonhood, just looking at it made him feel nauseous. The fox began sobbing, fully aware of what was in store for him. "Please sir, I Arghh!"The dragon resumed finger fucking the fox and with each thrust the fox screamed out louder and louder. Not wanting to waste any more time, the dragon pulled out his fingers and examined his work. "Hmm your lucky I'm in a good mood little slut" the dragon hissed.
The dragon lifted the young fox into the air and positioned him just above his snout. The fox yelped, the hot air touching his skin with each breath the dragon took was like being thrown in a furnace, then let out, only so that with the next breath you could be thrown right back in again. The dragons leathery tongue began to lick the foxes tail hole. "Mmm there's nothing quite like the taste of a virgin you know" the dragon hissed. Scorching the fox's underside. Resulting in a ear shattering scream from the fox. "Nothing even comes close to it" the dragon continued. The dragon suddenly slipped his snake like tongue in between her the scorched cheeks. The fox yelped, As the fox continued get eaten by the dragon, foxes body began responding to the dragons ministrations even if the foxes mind refused to accept it. The dragon fingers slipped in between the fox's thighs and began to stroke the foxes cock. A trail of pre gathering at the tip, a slight moan escaped the fox's lips. "My my, aren't we enjoying ourselves." The dragon teased. The fox looked at the dragon, and humiliation was added to the cause of the tears. "Hmm well enough teasing, time for the main dish" the dragon snickered. The fox's eyes widened, "Please, no, you've done enough" the fox murmured out. The fake smile on the Dragons face flickered and was then replaced by a look of pure rage. "You would tell me what's enough?"
"No sir I meant" the fox was cut off as he screamed at an unbelievable volume. The dragon has thrust more then half his tail into the red puffy hole. "You, and insignificant rat would tell me what to do?" The dragon pulled out his tail to the tip and then thrust it back in. Again the fox screamed. The tail was soaked in blood but the dragon didn't care, the play toy had insulted him and the toy was now going to be broken beyond repair. The dragon pulled out again and repeated this several times, after the 6th, the scream was no longer a pleasure to hear, but an ear sore. "Shut up" he roared as he punched the fox in the face nearly taking off the head. "Scream again and you'll get it twice as hard got it?" the dragon hissed. The fox managed to dip his head down once as a sign that he understood. The dragon smirked and slowed down the pace as his rage died down. The fox grimaced but resisted the urge to scream. Then as if on queue the dragons breath picked up and the thrust came faster then before. The tail movement had stimulated the dragon enough to push him close to his climax. "Your not worthy to have my seed inside you little toy" the dragon sneered. "I'll let you bathe in it though, you've been a pretty entertaining, but times up" the dragon thrusted his tail deep into the foxes hole making the fox scream louder then his previous screams, a scream of pain, humiliation and shame as the dragon released his seed all over the fox. The seed repeatedly jetting out for several minutes. Although it felt like an eternity for the abused fox. The dragon threw the fox to the ground, it had begun snowing, and he didn't want to be caught in a blizzard. The dragon playfully slapped the scorched rump and when the fox didn't react pressumed the fox was either dead of unconscious. whichever the case, the cold would kill him if he wasn't already dead.
The snow started falling heavily, The fox regained consciousness, but lacked the strength to move, the last thing he remembered was someone leaning over him, and scooping him up. What did it matter he'd be dead soon anyway.
End
Okay read through it, (First time I've proof read my work XD) And I know I've missed alot of incorrect grammar structures. But unless there's a huge mistake I don't plan on doing that again. I know it's hard to read, I'm telling the story from a 3rd person perspective, and hopping from one character to another. Making the story seemed inconsistent and jumbled. Therefore I've added little subtitles that should help readers figuring out where I've hopped my writing to. As always creative critisism is what I appreciate to hear. And positive comments is what I love to hear. (Even if I don't deserve them;)
*Hopes her first furry fic wasn't too horrible*