Fox McCloud and the Big Bad Star Wolf
#1 of Star Fox: Rewired
In a timeline with no Lylat War, Fox McCloud is just an aspiring fighter pilot, hoping to one day join his father's prestigious mercenary outfit, Star Fox.
However, one night, the young vulpine finds himself targeted by a crew of vicious kidnappers, in the employ of a mysterious, intimidating, suspiciously-wealthy wolf, who is simply looking for a little fox to play with.
What starts as an anonymous, traumatizing tryst turns into something a bit more twisted, as both captor and captive start learning things about each other with each licentious act.
I did some math recently. The red fox and the grey wolf are drastically different in size. If they got into a fight, it would be hilariously one-sided.
I thought, "What if I wrote a McCloud vs O'Donnell story, where that size and strength ratio was kept in check? What do you get? Some brutal size-difference, and some sympathy for an outmatched hero.
This is something of a reimagining. All the characters, and their alignments, are roughly the same. However, some big changes have been made to the backstory. No war, everyone's alive, and pretty much the entire main cast has yet to begin their stories.
That means their origins are completely up to reinterpretation. I also took some liberties with worldbuilding. Have fun!
'Members of the thieving species [(coyotes, foxes, raccoons, magpies, etc.) See Article 17 for full list of species] are exempt from protection under this law. Violations of this nature do not constitute a crime.'
-Title 13, Cornerian Planetary Code § 815. Article 536. The "Preemptive Punishment" provision; An archaic code in Cornerian Common Law, long abolished on the federal level, though still observed in some cities due to a technicality.
" In situations of extreme danger, perceived to be completely hopeless, some subjects entered a state of acute sexual arousal, not only coexisting with the ordinary panic response, but magnifying it, and vice-versa.
This trait was present in a small minority of all species surveyed, but disproportionately so in vulpine males."
-Controversial research findings from the University of Klondaris at Zoness. Such findings were never replicated.
" If you're a fox in Aurora Bay, don't get jumped."
-Anonymous
Star Fox: Rewired
Part 1: Fox McCloud and the Big Bad Star Wolf
It was a long elevator ride up to the 34th floor. Fox took that time to get a call in to his dad. With a wave of his hand, a holoscreen spread open in midair and started dialing.
It only rang. Back home, it was still sunny. James McCloud, living legend, answered the call, still wearing those famous sunglasses. "Hey there, champ."
"Hey, dad."
"Just finish your workout?"
"Yeah. On the way back to my place right now." Leg day. Fox went so hard that parts of him were shaking. He took the opportunity to get in another good stretch. Like always, he could fold over completely, not even close to hurting. The lack of clothing made it easier to contort. Nothing but his gym shoes and official Cornerian Flight Academy exercise trunks. If he were showing any more fur, it might count as public indecency.
Fox didn't care. He knew his body, and he was proud of it. No one in his class had a physique like his, a tone like his. Nice, lithe, and tight, ideal for a fox. The only problem he was having was when he stood up at full height. His ass was getting too built, messing with his otherwise-lean profile, and straining at his trunks most of the time. He'd have to lay off the split-squats.
A voice chimed in, from a distance, almost too quiet to hear through the holocall."We're proud of you!"
"Hi, mom."
"Fox says hi,"_dad said. _"So, if your first phase of training is done, that means you have a week until flight school actually starts."
"Yeah. I think I got it in the bag." Nineteen years old, and already holding a degree in aeronautics. Just a few weeks of official training, and he'd get the commission. Everything at this point felt like a formality.
"We know you do. It was a cinch for me too. You want us to fly over? We can spend a day or two out there if you like."
"Thanks, but maybe next time." Fox stood upright and worked a stiff spot out of his neck. "I really want to keep my focus. Keep my edge."
"A week of alone time is just what you need. I was the same way at your age."
"Thanks, dad." The elevator was getting close to his floor.
"Call us anytime you want to talk. We'll be here."
"Got it. I will."
"See you soon."
"Bye."
After a long rally of goodbyes, echoed by mom in the background, Fox hung up, adjusted his gym bag on his shoulder, and made for his apartment. The whole floor was quiet, a lifeless maze of ugly green carpets, boring gray walls, and glaring fluorescent lights. The quiet was unusual, but Fox didn't pay it any mind. This was a rich part of town. Nothing wild ever happened here, except on request.
Fox just managed to unlock his door before an exception found him.
As soon as the card reader beeped, a black bag slipped down over Fox's head, and a string pulled tight.
The bag was soaked in something. One inhale, and instantly, the vulpine's body fell limp. Still conscious, still feeling, but unable to move.
Almost a dozen hands descended on Fox's helpless body, picking him up, moving him. Fox couldn't tell where. His mind was slipping, senses fading. At some interminable point, they set him back down, on a cold, ridged metal floor, face down. A door slammed shut, and his kidnappers started tugging off his shoes.
An engine started, and the floor lurched beneath him as wheels started turning. They were in some sort of van. If Fox weren't so drugged up, he might have been terrified.
His abductors started talking about him, all in hushed tones. The voices were fuzzy, distorted, too muddled to remember, but Fox heard every word.
"Holy shit, boys. What a fuckin' catch, am I right?"
"Fuck, he's hot."
"Look at those abs. Are you shitting me?"
"I wanna fuck him so bad."
"The fuck is he wearing? He was begging to get nabbed."
Their lecherous remarks overlapped, blurring into one another. Fox felt this overwhelming need to escape, but couldn't quite bring himself to understand why. He started to feel himself drooling against the inside of the hood.
Before the van made its first turn, Fox was sitting in someone's lap, arms pinned high and wide in a full-laced shoulder hold. From that position, they tugged Fox out of his trunks, and the tight green briefs underneath, leaving him completely naked.
Someone inspected him fully, touching and probing at his genitals from every angle. At some point, all pretense was gone, and they were just toying with his balls.
When they had enough of their fun, they then brough Fox forward, and bent him over someone else's knee. They inspected the muscles in his thighs and rump with the same meticulous care.
"No. Fuckin'. Way. Check out that ass. This is the hottest little thing I've ever seen and we're givin' him away. Can't I just give him a little test run, boss? Please?"
"Absolutely not. The client wanted a clean fox, and that's what he's gonna get. If you so much as cop a feel, I'll skin you alive..."
Someone took a risk, and gave Fox a quick, hard slap across the ass.
There was no memory after that.
Fox woke up alone. The black bag was gone. Still naked. Still a little fuzzy from whatever he had been drugged with.
He was on yet another floor. Cold. Hardwood. The room was lit, with warm artificial and natural light.
Fox picked himself up, and looked around the room from where he sat. The room was big, well-furnished, lavish. One of the walls was nothing but a giant plate glass window that displayed a vast beautiful lake beyond. No other houses in sight. This had to be some sort of mansion.
It's morning?_Fox rubbed some sleep out of his left eye. _How long was I out?
Preferring _not_to meet the homeowner, Fox hopped up onto his feet, and nearly lost his balance. He felt like he couldn't run or jump without falling over, so he decided to wander the room slowly, looking for an exit, or at least something to cover himself.
From his new, higher perspective, Fox saw that the room was more of a lounge, or laid-back living room, with a mini-kitchen attached. The only two doors out were on the same wall, on either end of that kitchen.
Fox stepped from hardwood to tile, and tested that door. No handle, no keyhole, no luck. Must have been motion activated, programmed either to open only for a certain lucky few, or to keep a certain unlucky few locked in. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy.
Both doors were like that, so Fox devoted his attention to the rest of the room.
The only other major features in the room were an expensive-looking three-corner sofa and an ornate glass coffee table on top of a giant, central shag rug. In the coffee table, through the glass, Fox saw something through the glass that jogged his already-racing sense of urgency.
A collar and leash, both jet black.
Now I really_need to get out of here._
The window looked breakable, but it led to a thirty-foot drop. That wouldn't mix well with a scattering of broken glass for a safety net. Better to try another way out. Or maybe, at this rate, it'd be best to wait for someone to come and open the door.
Then, I might be able to fight my way out. Fox had some training. With a bit of luck, he'd have a chance.
But if he were so willing to rely on luck, maybe the window would still be a good option...
Woosh.
The kitchen door nearest the window slid open on its own, and a male walked in.
He was canine, and massive, easily dwarfing Fox in every conceivable way. Almost too tall to fit through the door without ducking, he had to be nearly seven feet tall, maybe seven feet even.
His weight matched his height. Clad in a huge, red, silk bathrobe, he filled it out with what had to be broad, bulky, powerful muscle. Floorboards creaked in tormented protest with every step. He must have weighed nearly a quarter of a ton.
He didn't address Fox at all. In what appeared to be a deliberate act of disregard, this giant canine went straight to his kitchen counter, turning his back, and made himself a cup of coffee. Then, with a full, steaming coffee mug that looked comically small in his hands, he sat at his kitchen table, and gently sipped at his coffee in contemplative silence.
Dark fur contrasted near-white around the muzzle, throat, and chest. Almost doglike in its pattern, but there was no mistake. This wasn't a dog.
A wolf. Fox had never seen a wolf before.
Even from across the room his presence was suffocating. Fox felt his fur puff out and stand on end. Without his knowledge, his own tail crept around his hips, and he held it in front of his own groin. Something to alleviate his crippling sense of vulnerability.
About halfway through his coffee, the wolf waved his hand, and a holoscreen opened up in front of him, which brought up a news story automatically, which he read with what seemed like boredom.
After a short bit of slurping, the wolf finished up, set the mug aside, and closed his holoscreen. Then, as he lazily turned atop his kitchen stool, he laid eyes on Fox for the first time.
His eyes--purple, almost amethyst in color--widened. Genuine surprise. "Well, I'll be." the wolf had a heavy twang that gave his deep bassy voice even more weight. "They got you in here without even wakin' me up. That's a first."
Fox didn't say a word. He just stayed where he stood, out in the open, in the middle of the living room. Knees bent inward toward each other, tail tucked around and protecting his modesty. He just couldn't stop himself from shivering all over, like someone had just soaked him in ice-water.
The wolf stood up and crossed over to him, with an air of juvenile excitement, he eyed Fox from head to toe like he would for some fancy new toy.
"Yer cute." He patted Fox on the chest with a jovial backhand, making the vulpine rock back slightly. "Got a name, boy?" The lupine crossed his heavy, powerful arms in front of his equally powerful chest, and awaited a response with an easygoing, but assertive grin
Fox kept shivering, but he built up his nerve. Puffing up his chest, and hoping to look bigger than he was, the vulpine made a demand. "I'll only say this once. Give me back my clothes and let me go!"
The lupine stared into him, with an expression that looked surprised, annoyed, and unimpressed, all at the same time. After letting the suffocating pause play its part, the wolf voiced his unilateral rebuke. "No."
Another pause, this one to prove a point. Fox couldn't stand his ground, because he had nowhere to stand, nothing to bargain with. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
"Not really." The lupine cleaned out the inside of his ear with his pinky, growing less annoyed and more amused.
"When my father hears about this, he'll make you pay--!"
"No he won't."
"Uh... U-uh, I..."McCloud wrung and twisted his tail. Now he was even out of empty threats. "Just give me something to wear. Anything. Please."
"Again, no." The wolf was getting impatient now. "Come on, now. Quit covering yourself." He gestured to Fox's tail, clutched in his wringing hands. "I paid for a bare-assed fox, sent to my door, so I could blow off some steam, and that's what you're gonna be."
That only made Fox less willing to move. His ears flattened completely, and he turned his head, looking away.
"I've fucked _lots_of foxes, but out of all of them, you definitely got the best body. Where you from?"
"That's none of your damn business."
"Well, right now, you're merchandise, so that would make you my business." The wolf sighed, then started undoing the sash on his robe. "Alright, that was a little forward of me. Look here."
Not wanting to provoke any anger, Fox complied, and set his eyes back onto his captor. He figured he could manage that without looking weak.
Just in time to watch the wolf shrug out of his robe, which fell in a pile around his ankles. He was just as powerful and muscular as Fox had feared, and just as naked.
His white chest fur went all the way down, over his groin and halfway down the inside of his thighs. His pecs were big enough to act as their own layer of armor. His abs had a cut to their definition the likes of which Fox had never seen before. Each of his balls was bigger than one of Fox's fists, and his sheath bigger around than Fox's wrist.
Oh, fuck. He's got a knot. He's gonna knot me and I can't stop him.
The wolf held his arms out wide, the kind of boast you only see from someone who couldn't possibly lose. "See? You get to see me, and I know I'm hot as fuck. Now, lemme see you."
Fox looked away again, and shook his head.
"This part is_supposed_ to be the foreplay, you know. If you want, we can skip to the part where I fit you with a collar and leash and make you scream like a bitch."
Quick as a reflex, Fox's tail darted away and took up its usual position behind him, leaving his hands to cup over his genitals in a pathetic display.
What the fuck?
Wolf O'Donnell kept up a perfect smug mask, but underneath, he was reeling. He'd enjoyed dozens of foxes before, but this one was different.
By this point in the shakedown routine, every single fox had snapped, and started throwing punches. That was when the talking stopped and the knotting began.
But not this one. This fox caved. At the slightest bit of pressure, he gave in, little by little.
Just how far can I push him? Maybe I can just scare him into sucking his own cock.
The image of that set off yet another spark in Wolf's sex drive. He was gonna have some fun with this one.
"Getting warmer..." The wolf made a circular 'get on with it' gesture, and kept on watching, waiting for the big reveal.
This wolf had made a number of threats already, all of which sounded horrifying. Not wanting to invoke the wrath of an ancestral apex predator, Fox relented, and put his hands at his sides. All the while, he glowered back at the towering lupine, a helpless attempt to display indignation, and Fox knew it.
The wolf didn't even seem to notice. He was too busy taking in the sight of his prize. He let out a sharp, unvocalized sigh. "That's what I'm talkin' about." He walked right up, and with one hand, grabbed hold of what Fox had just been holding. One hand was big enough to grope the whole package_._ Either a bald-faced intimidation tactic, or part of the sexual gratification. Didn't matter. It did both perfectly.
"By all means, kiddo, keep up the 'prudish outrage' bit. It's turning me on. But just so you know, you got nothin' to hide. You're cute and you're hot." He curled his fingers up around Fox's balls as he pulled the sac tight in his hand. The claws dug in gently, just as he started playing with Fox's dick with his free thumb. Prodding it from side to side, the wolf chuckled, then made eye contact again, sidelong. "I could look at you for hours, if I didn't wanna fuck you so bad."
The wolf's sheath was starting to fill. A bright red tip slowly slid free, then slowed to a halt. Not a full erection, but with this lupine working himself up, it would not doubt get there, and soon.
With absolutely no way to hide it, Fox found himself starting to get hard as well. He moaned out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. He pawed at the hand that groped him, then the forearm, trying to push away. It was hopeless, of course. So he waited, as the toying from the wolf's thumb brought his erection to full strength.
Then the wolf pulled him in close, by the balls. Fox shut his eyes tight. He could feel the heat radiating from his body. The vulpine clenched his teeth, and waited for the worst.
Only for the claws to let him go. "You can cup yerself again. Like I said, it turns me on."
Like a man desperate for air, Fox did so, holding his groin with both hands, as if it somehow restored any of his shattered dignity. Now, he couldn't even fit it all. He was too erect for his hands to hide. Fox opened his eyes, only staring at his immediate problem, and desperately fumbled with himself. The best he could manage was one hand over his balls, and the other clenched in a fist, around the head of his cock. Maybe it would go down quicker that way.
"Look at you, gettin' all hot and bothered." He cradled Fox's head between his forearm and bicep, pinning Fox's side against the wolf's muscled front. It only made the fox shake more, and throb more. McCloud muttered under his breath, not caring if he was heard. "God damn it, stop touching me..." The lupine ignored him.
"Hold still." His left hand settled on Fox's shoulder, before sliding down, wandering its way down the vulpine's back. "Now for the most important part."
SMACK!
An open-handed strike against the fox's left buttock, followed by a sadistically-tight squeeze.
"Ah!" Fox pitched away from the force of the blow, but the wolf's fondling kept him in place. First the left, then the right, squeezing, tweaking, prodding. More than once, a finger took a deliberate detour to prod at the fox's asshole.
The lupine was silent. No cruel taunt. No raunchy remark. He seemed to be... stunned."What?" he whispered. "What the fuckin' hell?"
A rough, sudden change of position. Fox was spun around and forced down onto his knees, then shoved forward so that he was prone, face down. Lastly, his hips were raised up into prime receiving position, and his tail was lifted and draped over to the side.
Fox tried to push himself up, at least onto hands-and-knees, but a big powerful hand grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pinned him into the floor.
And there he stayed. He pushed against the unmovable weight, until the strength left his arms, and his body could do nothing other than take what was coming.
The wolf didn't waste any more time exploring. He knew exactly what he was looking for. Bending down, behind Fox's raised tail, he began sniffing. Up, down, around, and loud, he was sniffing, like a bloodhound at a crime scene.
Fox felt every little puff of air against his thighs, his balls, his ass. He stayed put, hands balling up into the rug that his cheek was pressed down against.
Some claws grabbed his left buttock and pulled it aside. Then, a broad, hot, wet wolf tongue gave it a big strong lick.
Fox gasped. "Ahhh...!" He twitched, squirmed, but he was held down tight.
The tongue didn't slow down, and it didn't discriminate. Its range wandered, sometimes hitting his taint, other times just enjoying the curve of his ass. A few times, the tongue lapped at Fox's balls, and pulled his sac into the wolf's mouth. Whenever that happened, there was always a quick, light nibble to make him squeal.
And squeal he did. Almost instantly, every single exhale from him became a panicked moan. His body quaked all over. The little fox just stayed still, taking the full brunt of it all.
There was something that McCloud couldn't admit, yet couldn't deny. Right now, he was harder than ever. His head was swimming and he couldn't stop trembling. It was the most aroused he had ever felt in his entire life. He couldn't bring himself to comprehend why.
The licking stopped with one last, big slurp across Fox's ballsack. Then, the wolf punctuated it with, of course, a big, cruel SMACK!
The wolf fell back and sat on the floor, hand on his forehead in disbelief."Boy, you've got the finest ass I've ever seen. And it's never even been fucked. Can't fuckin' believe it. I was gonna settle for a blowjob, but this is a sight." He stood up and said, "Stay the fuck put. I'm gettin' the lube."
He was gone. Fox was all alone, as still as a statue, and just as hard.
Before he left the room, the wolf had made some sort of threat--"If you so much as move a fuckin' muscle, I'll..."-- but Fox made no note of it. Of course he was gonna stay put. I do as he says, and he rewards me by raping me anyway. It's a no-win. I have to stop it. Just the thought of it made his loins surge with energy. A bead of precum formed at the end of Fox's cock.
What is this feeling? It wasn't from the drug that knocked him out. That was wearing off, and the arousal was only getting stronger. Am I... am I liking this?!
It sickened him to the core. First a victim, then a failure, and now a deviant. If word of this ever gets out, my family's name will be ruined. I'll be an embarrassment for life.
Precum was coming out thicker now, starting to drip. It only sickened McCloud even more.
The self-hating pessimist in him considered the whole problem to be irrelevant.You're gonna get raped, you pampered weakling. You were fucked from the moment they put the bag over your head. If you're gonna get raped, and part of you wants it, then let yourself want it.
The battered optimist in him partially agreed. If you let yourself enjoy it, then maybe it'll make you unbreakable.
Yeah, the pessimist backhanded, you can't break what's already broken.
Fight back no matter what, or let the lust anesthetize his wounded pride. Which one?
Fox didn't have time to choose his strategy. The wolf came back.
"Not a fuckin' muscle. Good boy." The wolf kicked Fox onto his side, maybe to provoke a response. It didn't work. "You can move now."
Fox used his obliques to sit up sideways, then he rotated where he sat, in order to face the wolf, who was just now lowering himself onto the floor. The creak of straining floorboards was almost funny.
Seated, out of mutual arm's reach. The lupine was busy with a bottle in his hand, biting through the wrapping, trying to get it open. That wolfcock was poking out yet again, further than it was before. It wouldn't be fully erect until it was successfully buried in something.
Fox covered himself again, though at this point it felt more like a habit than a defense mechanism. Still too hard to fit in his own hands, he held his balls in one, and his cock's tip in the other.
The wolf nibbled a small hole in the wrap, then started picking at it with his claw. "I cleared my schedule," he said, nonchalant. "You are now the sole focus of my attention. Consider it an honor." He briefly looked over at Fox. "Don't worry. I won't get dehydrated."
Fox shifted nervously where he sat, which was difficult, considering he had his hands full.
The wolf's eyes wandered down, then, like an experienced master, gave a swift, rising, shrill whistle.
Without thinking what it meant, Fox obeyed it. He pulled his hands away and widened his legs, giving the wolf a full view.
"Heh. You're so fuckin' hard right now. You've been waitin' your whole life for someone to treat you like this."
Fox crossed his arms. "Keep telling yourself that." The vulpine looked up to the big, lavish furniture behind the wolf. "Can't we just sit on the couch?"
"You sit on the floor. I sit where I please." Finally, he managed to puncture the wrapping, and tore the crinkling clear packaging off from around the bottle, which he tossed from one hand to the other. "C'm'over here." The wolf patted his own massive, meaty thigh, making it wobble slightly. "I wanna show you somethin'."
Fox hesitated, but ultimately stood up and walked over to him. Standing on the floor between the lupine's thighs, Fox lifted his tail and spun around to take his seat, deliberately giving a good view of the muscles in his rump.
He received a quick lick on the ass before he could sit down.
"Mmph! Boy, you keep that ass in easy reach of me, and you'll make me one _happy_man."
"Well, I'm glad you're liking what you paid for." Fox reached down and wiped the saliva off his ass cheek before crossing his arms again. "So, what_now_?"
"If you're tryin' to guilt trip me, it ain't workin'. If anything, I like it when you're bitchy." The wolf handed him the can. "Check this out. You know what this is?"
Fox quickly read the label, only looking for the crucial information. He had never actually held any kind of lube before.
It was a generic brand of reactive, long-use lubricant. A single-use squeeze-can, for small-to-medium species. After application, simply adding outside moisture would cause the lube to reactivate.
And of course, the applicator tip had a knot at the base.
Fox guessed at the significance of it. "So, put this in me once, and it's all you need, right?"
"Yep. One 'n' done." The wolf smiled, then bent in, and wrapped his lips around the can's very phallic nozzle. When he was done, he left it glistening with his drool. "Well? You have the honors."
"You want me to stick this into my--? Woah!"
The wolf picked him up and put him into a much more intimate, demeaning bridal-style carry, face-up in his arms. He chuckled, then said, "Yep, and squeeze it 'til it's empty."
"What _possible_reason would I have to do that?"
"No reason." He licked Fox again, right up the abs, long and slow, savoring every muscle and crevice. It made the vulpine twitch at the sensation. "Just do it."
Fox was breathing heavy again, pissed off and terrified. He hated this wolf. He hated this place. He hated what was being done to him.
And yet, it was giving him this feeling, this live wire of excitement that shorted out his every defensive impulse. He still hated this wolf, and hated his smug, perverted abuse.
But he still wanted more.
"Hmph._Fine..." Fox brought the can down between his legs, turned it around in his hands. It wasn't lost on Fox that he was now actively complicit in his own rape. "My father _will hear about this..."
"Yeah, you said that. Still doubt it."
Fox sighed, partly from exasperation, partly to alleviate his fluttering heartbeat. The vulpine tucked his legs upward, to give himself a better angle, and once he found the rim of his anus, gently eased the nozzle in.
It wasn't easy. It didn't feel natural. The hole seemed to resist any form of penetration, but Fox kept applying a firm, consistent pull. It slid in, kind of hurting, kind of burning, but Fox didn't stop. Then, with that miniature knot in the nozzle, he tugged and felt it pop right in.
"Haaahhh..." Fox squirmed a bit, and looked up at the wolf, who was watching him intently.
"Oh, take your time." He cradled McCloud in a way that gave him easy access to touching and stroking the vulpine's ass. "Don't rush this on my behalf. Watching you get all flustered is half the fun."
"Whatever," Fox sneered, as he continued to do as he was told. With unsure hands, he found the middle of the flimsy foil canister and tried squeezing it. It proved easy enough, but the immediate outcome made Fox gasp, and stop.
A short spurt of cold, clinging gel shot straight into the quivering vulpine. It didn't feel_'bad', just really, _really weird. Fox hesitated as he gingerly squeezed the packet, more and more, slowly trickling and pooling inside him, making him squirm and whine. His toes curled, then flexed.
And then the wolf reached over, grabbed the can, and made a fist.
Fox yelped like he had just been whipped, as his insides were flooded with the icy-cold lube. He couldn't roll free. He couldn't even free his hands; they were both pinned inside the wolf's vice-like grip. Ultimately, he could only yipe and yip until it ran its course. All the while his body tried and failed to either resist or flee.
"There there, pup. You're doin' great. It's all part of the process..."
He licked Fox's face, which caused the vulpine to sputter and turn away. "N-no. Stop. Please stop."
"Back to that again? Answer's still no." Then, a sudden warning. "Deep breath..."
Pop!
Fox squealed as the little plastic knot was yanked out of him, leaving a searing pain and a gush of clear goo. "You fucking bastard!" He fell free of the wolf's grip and smacked against the floor, scrambling and feeling blindly at his slippery, gaping pucker. Frantic, he whimpered, "Am I bleeding? I bet I'm bleeding..."
"Calm down." The wolf grabbed Fox's hips and flipped the scared little vulpine onto his back. "Lemme check. You're probably fine."
"If I'm bleeding, you're taking me to the fucking hospital!"
"Yeah, yeah." The wolf switched to something of a double-underhand grip of Fox's waist, and raised him up until he was practically standing on his head. McCloud gasped as he felt his rectum open and fill with air. It felt_wrong_, dirty.
The wolf looked down at Fox, into Fox, slowly tilting his head as he examined the gaping hole. His violet eyes focused in with intent, but he said nothing.
Fox tried to look less panicked, which was hard, given his current position. "Well?"
"Like I said, you're fine."
"Oh. Well, good."
And then, the wolf pressed his muzzle into Fox's ass, and licked. Thanks to the lube, the tongue slipped right in.
Fox shouted out a big, ugly, nasal-sounding "Aaaaahhh!" He tried to slip free, to break the wolf's grip, but as usual, it was hopeless. He put his feet up against the wolf's shoulders, hoping to push himself away, but that only made his ass clench and flex, tightening himself around the lapping tongue, which the lupine no doubt enjoyed.
The whole experience had Fox in a state of crippling stimulation. That tongue slid right into his asshole with seemingly no resistance, pleasuring him in ways he couldn't have imagined before.
The wolf tilted his head, and licked at Fox's inner walls from a new angle. Ever other lick made the fox's cock throb and surge. Precum dripped out onto his abs and chest. Inside, he felt himself hurtle past the point of no return. He was gonna cum from this.
Not quite willing to struggle his way through an orgasm, Fox relented. He wrapped his legs around the wolf's head, locked his ankles, and held on tight.
The fox's climax rocked into him in a way that made him shut his eyes, arch his back and scream. He screamed with every exhale, hips clenching and twitching as his cum squirted out into the open air, right down at his face.
He felt his own seed spatter against his eyelids, across his nose. One spurt even caught him right on the tongue, disgusting himself with his own salty taste. Didn't matter. He just couldn't close his mouth.
It didn't seem like the orgasm would ever end. When it did, Fox was out of breath, still getting licked out from surprising new angles.
Eventually, the wolf came up for air, and gave a deep grunt of satisfaction. "Hot damn, those boys cleaned you out right. I could eat fuckin' sushi_out of this ass. Hell, maybe I will." Then, he caught on to what just happened. "Hold on." He sniffed, then ducked his muzzle between Fox's legs and licked at his shaft. "Did you just blow your load? _Hands free?" Urgently curious, he set Fox back down on the floor, pinned him down by the shoulders, and licked McCloud's face. Nose, cheek, jaw, inside his mouth, he licked everywhere, lapping up every last trace of the fox's cum. "You really are a keeper."
Fox was still catching his breath, chest heaving, he didn't have the energy to care that he was being groped along his chest and abs. He flinched and winced as the tongue-bath continued, wetting the vulpine's cock until it was glossy and clean.
"That's a good pup." He picked Fox up and set him on his feet, still keeping him in place with one hand securing almost half of his torso. "I say you're almost ready for the main event."
"I'd say that I wasn't ready for any of this." Fox crossed his arms, and tried to ignore that, despite his recent orgasm, he was still obnoxiously hard. "Just what are you planning next?"
The wolf flexed his free right hand open and closed. "See these fingers?" He waited for a response, didn't get one, and continued anyway. "They're goin' in you, one at a time. Gonna stretch you out real good. Sound fun?"
McCloud pulled away, which proved fruitless. Still, he said, "No. And there's _no_way I'll let that happen."
On its own, the wolf's tail started wagging.
"You can start fighting back now. It makes this part more fun."
Except Fox was already straining in the crook of Wolf's arm. Legs locked straight, bent over at the waist, tail nowhere near its proper position, McCloud was trembling, all over again. His glutes, thighs, and calves all flexed and pushed, to no avail.
"Now that's a view." A massive clawed hand caressed the inside of Fox's leg on the way up, taking time to squeeze the inner thigh, then brush along the tendon where the thigh met the groin.
That last one made Fox gasp.
A claw settled just inside the lip of Fox's sphincter. "I wonder which finger will make you beg."
"I'm not gonna beg, you fucking--."
sploop
"PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT RIGHT NOW! OH, FUCK! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!"
This kid's a fuckin' wet dream come true.
Wolf just left his pinky inside, embedded up to the second knuckle, and just watched the sexy little fox's ass trembled, clenched and quivered around it.
Only a few seconds into his little tantrum, and the fox was already losing steam. "You're dead! You are DEAD! My father will kill you! And he'll... he'll... ohhh..."
Either he slipped, or his legs gave out, or both. The fox lost his footing, and Wolf guided him down to a lower, better position. Now draped over the Wolf's thigh, with his own legs splayed out uselessly, the fox was utterly powerless to do anything except accept his new situation.
Face down, his expression unknowable, the fox sputtered and gasped for breath. "J-just..." he mewled, "just don't hurt me... please... I'll be good now."
It took every fiber of willpower for Wolf not to let out a big, loud 'Mmmph!'. Those four little words were everything he needed to hear. His heart hammered. His breathing deepened. His massive wolfcock slid so far out from its sheath, it drooped and tapped the floor with a moist_thunk_, bobbing from its own weight, combined with its incessant throbbing.
Wolf may have broken some foxes in the past, but he was going to sculpt this one, with finely-tuned precision.
Wolf pinned the little fox in place with a forearm along the back, grabbing the base of that bushy orange tail in a clenched fist. The tail flapped around, no longer a real factor.
And that was when the pinky twisted.
The fox's whole body flinched. He strained, pushing against the arm that pinned him. Maybe he 'changed his mind', and maybe he was trying for a more comfortable position. No use. He might as well have never even tried.
That pinky kept twisting, right to left, and right again.
Now silent, the fox grabbed fervent fistfuls of dark, thick wolf fur and braced himself. No longer fighting, but withstanding, surviving.
In a careful, systematic act of escalation, Wolf quit twisting and started sliding, in and out, nice and gentle.
It must not have been gentle for the fox. Almost immediately, he was straining again, frantically grunting and screaming through clenched teeth. Then, when that was done, he started trembling, breathing ragged, shaky and uneven.
_He's almost there..._Wolf knew this part. It was the part where the pleasure started to outweigh the pain. He gave a few more precise thrusts, and capped it off with a big long plunge, bottoming out his pinky and ramming the rest of his hand right up against the sphincter.
The fox shrieked his voice cracked, dwarfing any protest he had made so far. His body clenched, but there was one key difference. This time, his legs slid further apart.
Jackpot. Wolf chuckled, and yanked out his pinky with a sopping-wet pop. You're mine now, pup. You just don't know it yet.
"You're doin' great, kiddo." Wolf gave his fox's cute little ass a reassuring squeeze. "How 'bout a bigger one?"
The vulpine's moan turned into a whimper halfway through.
"Glad to hear it."
Now for the ring finger. Same warning as before: just a light prod of the claw into that cute little pink ring. Then, timed perfectly at the next inhale, another firm, almost smooth plunge.
"Chtk-kh!" A mangled, unintelligible little grunt escaped the fox, and his whole body made a cute little spasm as that ring finger nearly disappeared up into him. No screams, no attempt to escape. Progress.
As a reward, Wolf loosened his grip a little bit, no longer pinning the fox down with his arm, but still holding him down with a palm on the back of his head. He made sure to give him a light, teasing stroke with his thumb, over the back of the neck. It seemed to calm him.
No twisting this time. No waiting for him to acclimate. Wolf went right back to thrusting with his finger.
The fox hissed. He tensed. But he took it. Good. He was starting to tolerate it. Soon, he'd be getting off on it.
It was easy to tell when it was starting to build up. The fox's hips started to thrusting, just slightly behind the pace of the finger that was fucking him.
He was getting into it. So into it, that he didn't even notice that nothing was holding him down anymore.
Wolf looked on in earnest, at the fox bent over his knee, humping against nothing, until it happened. Faster than any other vulpine that Wolf had enjoyed before, those tight little hips thrust forward and they locked. The fox blew his load, all over the rug, straight into Wolf's fur. It was a lot of cum, well over half a dozen shots; this fox was having a great time, getting his ass poked.
Wolf knew not to say anything. He didn't need to. This was the part where foxes broke down the most, all by themselves.
His ring finger tugged free with a grotesque slurping sound, leaving behind a perfect gape, the kind that only looked right on a fox.
Not sure what to feel, not sure how to act, Fox backed up, and meekly sat on his ankles. Insides burning, cock throbbing. He looked sidelong at the wolf. "You just..." something big caught his eye. "... holy shit."
He could feel the heat radiating off of the massive knotted wolf cock that was pointed at him. It looked too big to easily fit a hand around.
The wolf tilted his head. "Wanna give it a kiss?"
"I doubt I have a choice. Do I?"
"Nope." The lupine scooped Fox up and threw him over one burly, powerful shoulder. With surprising balance and grace, he stood up with only one free hand, and carried Fox out of the room. Out the same automatic door he came in.
Draped over the shoulder, Fox could only look back at the unlit corridors of the Wolf's home, until they started up a flight of stairs. From there, Fox closed his eyes. He knew what was coming.
"For the record, I wasn't gonna put the leash on you." The wolf gave the fox's ass a tight little squeeze. "That's for the foxes that have some actual_fight_ in 'em."
"Put your whole body into it!"
Fox had little else to do, already dealing with a massive, bright red cock in his throat.
On his hands and knees, Fox was getting pulled, then pushed, guided by the wolf's hands, firmly around his neck. Even when he fought, tried to pull back, it didn't change the rhythm at all.
The wolf was perfectly in control, sitting at the edge of his master-sized bed, tugging and pulling to suit his own spontaneous whims. The only tension in his entire body was in his arms, making sure that Fox couldn't possibly control the rhythm. At this point, the captive little vulpine couldn't even breathe without permission.
He was basically masturbating, with Fox's throat by proxy.
"Oh yeah... Mmm yeah..."
The room around them felt oppressive and inescapable. No windows, unsettling even lighting, it all felt like a perfectly contained environment. He might as well have been taken to a kennel.
Above anything, Fox was stunned by his own instinctual... prowess. It was second nature; when to focus with the tongue, the angle for the head, even how to swallow to get just a little deeper. Somehow, Fox was acing this, and he knew it.
Still, he couldn't help but look up, and glare straight into the wolf's eyes. This was still abuse, straight up rape, and all the while, Fox glared, and the wolf smiled.
With the next pull, the wolf held it there, keeping Fox pinned with a full throat, and a nose buried in thick fur.
"You're doin' great, kid. Takin' it like a pro."
And then they were right back to it, almost twice as fast this time.
It started twitching faster, and harder. He must have been getting close. The wolf's breathing was accelerating to match, almost hyperventilating before it took a hard shift into heavy grunting.
"Nnnngh! TAKE IT!"
That was all the warning Fox got. Just like before, he got pinned in place, just as the wolf shot his load straight down the vulpine's throat. Fox groaned and gargled, but that was about all he could do. Just wait, take it, and hope for a chance to breathe.
"YEAH!" The wolf kept Fox's muzzle clamped down. He stood up, and angled down into the helpless vulpine's waiting mouth. "GOD DAMN, THAT FEELSAMAZING!"
Fox was desperate. Unable to move, he just slammed his fist against the wolf's abs, like knocking on a heavy door. No use. It only made a weak, thick thumping sound.
Completely irrelevant to Fox's silent pleas, the wolf let him go, and tugged his cock out of the vulpine's tight throat. With nowhere else to go, Fox just fell back on his ass--guts sloshing full of cum--and looked up at the massive wolf towering over him, no idea what he'd do next.
After a single clap, the wolf rubbed his hands together, childishly excited. "Alright. Time for the real thing." He knelt down onto him, brushing Fox's chest with his pointed red shaft. "Get ready, pup."
Slowly, unsure, Fox tried testing his luck, tried pulling away, but he had no chance. The wolf just grabbed him, rolled him onto his back, and started lining up with the fox's ass.
"It won't fit," Fox tried to reason.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"You'll break me."
"That's the idea."
"D-don't do it."
"Oh, please. We're doin' it."
Negotiation over. The tapered tip pressed right into the gaping hole.
Fox gasped, followed by a meek little "Ooh!"
The wolf chuckled, one last time, before forcing his way inside.
Fox's entire body locked down and tensed up, trying to hold off the intrusion. It didn't do a thing. His hole just spread open and took it all. No friction, no traction, just unopposed penetration and a searing, stretching pain.
A single slow, unending thrust, not stopping for anything. Fox screamed, full lungfuls of air. No more holding back, or playing tough. This was it: the total, unconditional, humiliating domination.
"Yeah, that's it!" The wolf's voice boomed over the shrieking. "Scream, boy! Scream your head off! We're soundproof in here!"
The taunt had no effect. He was already at the top of his lungs, and he didn't change his tone one bit.
The wolf settled in on top of him, and kept pushing up and in with his hips. He took his time, and enjoyed every inch of the push, all while Fox endured every flash of pain, unable to stop any of it.
And then the knot bumped against him, which was already starting to swell. It kept pushing, straining against the ring.
The wolf grabbed Fox's shoulder in one hand, and a hip in the other. Then he pushed down, forcing them closer together. "Hrrrngh... come on, now..."
The home stretch. It took a bit more force than either of them expected, but with just the right kind of thrust, and a twist of Fox's hips, it popped right in.
plok!
"AAAAAGH! NO! TAKE IT OUT!"
"Alright, alright, enough."
With a flippant disregard for well-being, the wolf grabbed Fox's throat and clamped down, cutting off his air supply with no effort at all. The vulpine hacked and gagged, but he was forced into total silence.
"It's done. I'm in you now. We're past the point where screaming helps, so now, we're gonna lie together, and wait until we're tied. Got it?"
He just waited, not caring if his words were heard. He just let the reality settle in, and when the time was right, he stopped choking his little pet fox.
No more screaming. No more shouting. No more pleading. They just stayed together, in shuddering, shivering silence.
The pain was still there, and as the knot swelled, bigger and bigger, it only got worse. But Fox stayed still, and let it all run its course.
While Fox suffered, the wolf lavished. This was becoming less sexual by the second. He had already blown his load. This was just him sticking his knot wherever he pleased, an act of rubbing it in, literally.
They waited, for what had to have been ten minutes, before it felt like the knot had reached its peak. By now, it didn't really 'hurt' anymore. Instead, it just felt wrong. Full, uncomfortable, and wrong.
Satisfied, the wolf straightened up, into an upright kneeling position, pulling Fox's ass right up along with him. All the slang was right. They really were tied together.
Hands on his hips, the wolf started flexing his pecs and his abs. It would have been gauche and obnoxious, if it hadn't been so impressive, and pleasing to the eye.
"Heh heh..." Wolf watched as the fox looked up at him, transfixed by his muscles. He knew just how to drive him wild. He popped one pec, then the other, and watched as the cute green eyes darted from left to right, and back again.
Poor thing doesn't even know what to make of himself right now. Maybe I should make him more comfortable.
Nah.
Wolf reached down and started playing with that fox's tight little body. It was begging to be touched. Must have been a hell of an athlete. "There you have it." Wolf's attention wandered down to the fox's balls, which he grabbed, and lightly tugged on. "One fully-knotted pup." Then, he gave those balls a flick.
Fox yelped, and clutched at himself, hoping to protect himself from the wolf's vicious toying. Didn't work. This lupine seemed to have a monopoly on everything that Fox sought to protect or preserve. He let his hands flop back to the floor, useless, and waited as his sac was toyed with, and teased.
After a few minutes, with nothing else to do, Fox reached down, and around, to get a feel for just what had been done to him. The wolf let him trace his way down that massive, grey body, to where their bodies met. He tested the edges of his own asshole, and felt the bulging, spheroid presence, straining and twitching inside him.
"Holy fuck." Fox couldn't stop himself. He couldn't believe what his body had just been put through.
"Pretty cool, huh?"
"I actually had enough room for that? How?"
"Simple. You're a fox. Your kind was actually bred for this."
"Oh shut up."
"You mean you don't know? Man, you're sheltered. Whatever. So long as you're here with me, we're gonna get right up to speed..."
The topic trailed off, and a few more minutes of silent fondling went on boy.
Right around when the wolf was tilting Fox's cock like a joystick, he said, "So, congratulations, kiddo." Then, after flicking it like a doorstopper, "You have now officially been raped. How d'you feel?"
That choice of words snapped him back, and Fox tried to present himself as distant as possible.
Very tricky to do when someone was balls-deep inside you.
The wolf didn't care about the lack of a reply. He must have had this whole routine down by habit, practiced on dozens of foxes.
"Ehhh, well, whatever you're feelin', get used to it, because once this thing goes down, I'm pumpin' you for real, so get ready."
"How long are we gonna be stuck like this?"
The wolf settled back down on top of him, and, craning his neck, gave Fox a big heavy lick between the eyes. "Better part of an hour. Why?"
With no clear topic for conversation, and no obvious way to pass the time, the next few dozen minutes waxed by at an insufferable crawl. For Fox, they were insufferable. For the wolf, they must have been an uninterrupted validation of his own ego. He must have felt like a god.
And honestly, who could prove him wrong?
The knot had been settling down for a few minutes at that point, and while it was still big to pull out, the wolf brought something up. "You never did tell me your name."
"My what?"
"How 'bout you tell me your name, and where you live?"
"Why? Why would I do that?"
"So if I feel like it, I can find you and fuck you."
Fox was dumbfounded. This wolf was expecting total abdication, just like that. "And if don't?"
"Then I guess I'll keep you here a few days, and keep on pounding you until you just give up and tell me."
Fox gulped, and shook his head. No way was he giving up his name. "Pup," he said. "Just call me 'Pup'."
"Heh. Deal." Then the wolf pulled it out, as unceremonious as it was unexpected.
plok!
"Woah!" Fox tucked up, and seethed.
"Time for your first real fuck, Pup."
Now perfectly smooth, the wolf plunged straight in, smacking balls-deep on the first thrust.
"Yipe!"
"Keep yourself tucked in, Pup! I want that ass at that perfect angle!"
Fox did so, grabbing his thighs and pulling them up toward his chest. In mere seconds, he was lost in the rhythmic cacophony of heavy lupine balls slapping against his ass, of a thick, strong tail thumping on the carpet. This wolf was putting all of his weight into this. Neither of them would last long with this type of energy.
Every single thrust hit just the right target, with every single jab sending Fox hurtling toward an obscene, heavy climax.
"Oh yeah... Take it, Pup. You're gonna be my bitch!"
Fox moaned, and hooked his legs up around the wolf's hips. In a lover-like embrace, the vulpine held on tight, and braced for the inevitable.
It rocked him like a shift in gravity. His pulse pounded in his ears, deafening him to everything else. As his legs and his insides seized in tandem, he felt a cool, sticky stream of cum shoot up and soak into the fur on his abs, chest and neck.
The wolf wasn't far behind. Grabbing a firm hold of Fox's ass, he kept plowing until he went off inside, filling Fox with yet another heavy, flooding gush of cum.
As the wolf pinned Fox in place, waiting for the knot to fill again, they were both panting, tongues limp, chests heaving.
Between gasps, the wolf admitted, "I'm... tired."
Me too, Fox thought, and almost said.
"I'm gonna... sleep in my bed now. Since we're... kinda tied again... I guess you'll be joining me."
Without a thought left to resist, or even oppose the idea, Fox let himself get picked up, and carried over to the bed. The wolf sat down, and flopped back, on top of the covers, with his little vulpine conquest draped over his muscular body.
And so they laid, in an overexerted, wordless accord, until they started drifting off to sleep.
Wolf slid his hand down Pup's back, and got himself a good handful of tight, round fox ass. No denying how lucky he was. He had to make the most of this. Maybe the fox would break, and actually give up his name. Wolf would like that. He could hope.
As he dozed off, one tantalizing little idea teased him, at the back of his mind.
How far can I push him?
Fox felt the wolf grab him by the ass, and savor a nice heavy squeeze. Suppressing the urge to moan, the fox waited for the lupine to fall asleep, which, luckily, did indeed happen first.
As soon as the wolf was out, Fox tried his luck, and tried pulling forward, to get himself up, off the knot.
Just as he thought. Just like before. Too big. Too tight. Even in his sleep, this wolf had him all tied up.
Sometime soon, this wolf would wake up and ravage him, all over again.
Unsure whether to prepare or anticipate, Fox settled in. He pushed back, to let the knot slide up, further into him; it was more comfortable that way. With that, he found a comfortable position atop the big wolf's muscles, and let himself sleep.
A big body was pretty comfortable to sleep on.
And still, as he drifted off, Fox McCloud, proud flight cadet, would-be mercenary and hero, now some random stranger's personal plaything, had one last lingering thought.
How far is he gonna push me?