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Malakai's Library

By Danath

Characters © Taiko

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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Randy glanced over his shoulder one more time where a pack of his friends were waiting at the bottom of the concrete stairs leading up to the SynTech University library. While composed of many smaller libraries spread throughout buildings around campus, the main library building was an imposing, almost castle-like structure thanks to its tall, sharply angled roof and distinctive tower in the center.

The fox turned back around and used the silver key in his black-gloved paw to open the door, then pocketed it. Holding the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared to open it.

"Go on, Randy!"

"Yeah, are you scared or what?"

"Hurry up - we have to return the key before anyone knows it's gone."

Laughter echoed through the otherwise silent night and a strong gust of wind suddenly whipped around the fox, causing his dark gray tank top to pull away from his broad, muscular chest. The old, stretched out sleeveless tank was already loose enough that it draped low, showing off the todd's well-built pectorals. A plain pair of baggy gym shorts hung off his hips, but it was almost as if the wind were trying to pull them down as the gust blew by. Randy tugged them up and straightened his tail as his friends alternatively cheered and jeered.

"Oooh, I bet that wind was the ghost, Randy!"

"If you see him, tell him to come to a game and cheer for us!"

"Make sure you get proof you really went inside!"

More laughter. Randy sighed and turned the handle. No sense wasting time. He was the one who made the dumb bet in the first place, he was the one who lost, and he was the one who had to go "check out a book" from SynU's famously haunted library. Or at least, that's what all the other students gossiped about. Supposedly a spirit roamed the halls causing all sorts of mischief. Of course, Randy didn't believe in that kind of nonsense. Like his equally thick-skulled friends, Randy generally only believed in things he could see, hear, and touch, like football.

The interior of the library was full of corridors and rooms with multiple entrances and exits, each housing a different collection of academic volumes. In order to prove he went where the terms of bet dictated, he had to grab a copy of the library's free online services guide, which was only available at the main counter in the center of the building under the tower. And the only key they could get their hands on opened a maintenance door on the farthest end away from that tower.

Randy's eyes shifted slowly side to side as he padded through the rooms silently, keeping alert for security guards as he tried to remember how to get to the main room of the library from where he was. Unfortunately for the fox, he spent far more time in college on the football field and not nearly enough inside the library, so the terrain was definitely unfamiliar.

After running into a few dead-end rooms, Randy traced his steps back and went left down a juncture instead of right. He passed by a door marked "Janitorial" and kept going, but the frosted glass window suddenly lit up as though a light inside had been turned on.

Randy froze. His tail bushed out and his every sense strained to catch any telltale sign that someone was in the broom closet. The light remained steady behind the glass, but there was no noise. A motion sensor, perhaps? But what would have triggered it?

The fox slowly moved closer to the door, edging along the wooden planks until his furry fingers wrapped around the handle and twisted, then yanked the door open. Randy jumped back and to the side, waited a moment for anything to jump out, then peeked around the edge of the door. His tail, which was sticking straight out behind him and frizzed up completely, quickly relaxed.

The closet was empty - just a few mops and a sink.

Randy closed the door, revealing the grinning face of a semi-translucent puma that had been behind it.

"Yeek!"

The fox's hips bounced off the floor as he fell backwards, but when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there. A wave of frustration swept through him as he realized what a noise he'd just made over nothing.

"Hmph. I'm getting jumpy. Let's get this over with. Stupid lights."

With less care about alerting security guards, Randy tromped down the hallway, ignoring the lights that came on behind the frosted glass of the next few rooms. Motion sensors, he figured. Silly to get scared by that.

The hallway turned a corner and abruptly ended with a single door much like the rest. The light inside didn't turn on as Randy pulled on the handle and tugged it open. Without waiting, he stepped through-

-and immediately tumbled over himself in a pile of black-socked arms and legs. Grunting as he swung head over heels, he realized too late that his gym shorts had somehow gotten stuck on the handle and were being tugged down his thighs, tripping him up. He braced himself with his arms as he fell onto them, avoiding knocking his jaw on the floor. His hips hung off the floor by a foot thanks to his legs, which were tangled up in his gym shorts and the door handle still. At an awkward angle, he gasped as he felt his back curve and sag, then tensed himself.

Shaking off the shock - he got hit harder than that in practice every day, after all - Randy rolled around and twisted his arms back, then lifted his hips, pushing them up into the air along with his legs. He managed to pull his shorts off the handle, but instead of his legs lowering back down, it felt like something - or rather someone - shoved his ankles from above, rolling him back onto his shoulders and leaving his rump propped up in the air and his legs spreading to either side in quite a wide, exposed posture.

"H-hey!" he gasped, then snapped his jaws closed as what was definitely a paw smacked off his rump cheeks through his boxer shorts. "Ouch!"

The latter expression was automatic, one made in surprise rather than pain. It was a good smack, but was immediately followed by an invisible paw wrapping around and sensuously squeezing the bulge in his briefs.

"Who's there?" Randy gasped, looking around desperately, but the room - a small reading room lined with shelves - was empty. It was dark, but not too dark for Randy to miss seeing someone this close to him.

The sound of laughter echoed in the fox's head as the paw lifted and didn't return. Randy's legs swung forward and back down as he sat up on the floor, the mysterious paralytic hold on his body in force no more. Just what was going on? Did he have too much to drink at the party?

There was another door leading out of the reading room and Randy tugged his shorts back up, then went through into the hall on the other side. The walls were painted and featured portraits hung in large frames with lights above. That was a good sign, Randy figured - the nicer surroundings meant he was getting closer to the central hall.

That good sign turned sour real fast. Randy got the distinct impression the paintings were watching him. A ridiculous thought, but he couldn't help it. Looking straight ahead, it felt as though the portraits of previous library administrators were burning holes in his pelt, but when he swiveled his head to glance, they were normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Shivering, the fox used his paws to smooth down his ruffled pelt and tail as he walked down the tiled floor, approaching a wide set of double doors at the far end.

"Nice... butt..."

Randy stopped mid-stride and whirled around.

"Who's there?" he demanded, but in the empty hallway, lit only by the nighttime lights along the floorboards, greeted him with silence.

The fox waited, teeth half-bared, but nothing moved. His ears relaxed. He really was getting tired, and it was getting late, so naturally he'd be hearing voic-

"Real... nice... juicy..."

Randy swung back around again.

"Whoever's there, come out!"

"Yeah, it's real... juicy..."

Something fluttered across Randy's backside, caressing his rump through his shorts. His tail spiked as he twisted around, trying to figure out who was there and how they were doing it.

"Bet it's tight," the voice - or at least, one of the voices - said.

"Real tight..."

"Big, fat fox ass... why not show it off, huh?"

The voices were louder, clearer, and Randy kept spinning around, trying to figure out where they were coming from.

"Take off the shorts, stud."

"Yeah, take 'em off."

"Let's see that fine foxy butt."

"Bend over and spread 'em!"

Randy's teeth pulled back as he felt more ethereal flutterings along his backside. He jumped backwards, leaning into the wall, but the touches continued down his front instead. His shirt shifted and then lifted as invisible fingers stroked through the fur on his belly. More fingers dug into the waistband of his gym shorts and pulled, trying to tug them off.

"Ooh, he's hung, too!"

"Yeah, totally hung!"

"What a stud! I can't resist!"

"Check out his abs... I wanna eat off of them!"

"Dibs on his first load!"

More hands, more grabbing. Randy gasped as his arms were yanked to the sides and he thudded back against the wall, pinned solid by the invisible force again. The gym shorts tugged down, revealing his boxer briefs once more, as the voices demanded more. The fox's ears folded back and his eyes widened as he twisted and pulled, struggling to free himself from the invisible fingers.

It was then, when he just managed to stumble free and clear of the wall, that he looked up and saw the paintings again. Each picture changed, and the former administrators of the library no longer looked calm and official and ponderous. Now each figure in the paintings lining the hallway leered at Randy, some licking their lips, others sucking their own fingers. More than a few had somehow moved closer to the edges of the frame, revealing their pantsless lower halves. As Randy watched, eyes wider than ever, the thick rhinoceros in the painting nearest him twisted his painted grin into a lecherous leer.

"C'mon, stud, you know you want a taste!"

A trickle of ectoplasmic goo trickled down the painting's edge as the sounds of laughter and heavy breathing filled the hallway. Randy turned and ran, ignoring everything - including his own growing arousal - and burst through the double doors into the next room.

Immediately the noises faded. Nothing invisible tried to grab him as he collapsed across the large black and white tiles of the floor of the main hall of the library. Here, hundreds of stacks of books lined up in perfectly neat rows from one side of the huge room to the other. Over the tops of the stacks a ways away, Randy could see the circular bottom of the tower, which he knew to be above the circulation desk with the online services booklets.

He was almost there! Being simple-minded had its perks. Despite having been scared witless by an invisible groping painting moments before, Randy squared his shoulders and jaw. He was going to win that bet. He had to win that bet. His honor as a football player was at stake, after all.

The fox adjusted the bulge in his boxer briefs quickly, made sure his shorts were tugged up nice and tight under his tail, and then set off through the stacks. He was so close to victory... he just had to get that pamphlet!

Reaching the end of the first stack of books, Randy prepared to turn down the corridor between the shelves, but stopped short. Something dropped down in front of him and floated at head height a few inches from his face - a large book, hovering silently. The fox peered at the cover in the dim light and mouthed the words.

"Nude Drawing References for the Beginner... huh?"

The book's large cover flipped open, and Randy found himself face to face with a large brown and white stallion. The splotchy hide stretched across the both pages, filling the entire spread, with the long muzzle and wide eyes on the left and the bulging, thick stallionhood on the page opposite.

The fox's expression was even more stunned when the stallion on the pages moved, lifting an arm and reaching down to give his half-hard member a firm tug.

"Hey there... if you like, I can do it with flare, stud. Just ask!"

The stallion pulled on his thick arousal, stretching the shiny flesh, before the page suddenly turned, revealing another model in another pose - this one a skinny, but wide-hipped otter facing away from the camera, tail lifted, and turning his head cutely over his shoulder.

"Or maybe you prefer to be on top? I'm okay with that too!"

Randy started backing up, breathing hard as the otter's webbed paws groped and squeezed his pert, cute rump cheeks. The page turned again, and a huge grizzly bear loomed from the book, muscular and immense with a thick erection even bigger than the stallion's.

"Or maybe you like being told what to do, don't ya, slut? Aha ha ha ha!"

Randy turned and fled, rushing through the stacks the opposite direction. Forget the bet - the heat in his loins as something horny and supernatural teased him back was making him question more than just his sanity.

Books tumbled from shelves and flew around him, halting his advances, blocking off the route. Speeding along, Randy braced his arms and tried to bust through several of the lines, but was knocked back to the sound of laughter each time. Rounding a corner, the vulpine figure tumbled forward, stumbling over a stack of volumes placed just where they'd trip up a person, and as he fell, something tugged on his gym shorts, pulling them down and neatly removing them before he hit the floor.

"Hey! Give 'em back!" Randy growled, reaching high over his head and jumping to try to snatch them. His tank top fluttered over the waistband of his tented boxer briefs as his unwilling arousal refused to go down. The tent shifted and bobbed as he leapt and waved his paws about, but his gym shorts remained just out of reach.

More laughter, then paws sliding down his hips and tugging at his underwear, too. Whispers in his ears, sweet promises to make him feel good, make him feel real good, just drop the shorts and bend over...

Randy stumbled against a rack and, now only in his underwear and tank top, fled once more. No matter where he went, the spirit kept him running circles, unable to escape the shifting maze of books and shelves that adjusted on the fly to everything the fox jock tried to do to escape.

Eventually, Randy slumped into a chair near the central tower, a small open space with a coffee table and a few places to sit and read. Breathing hard, he draped his arms over the edges of the wide, low-slung stuffed chair and tried to catch his breath.

"Finally too tired to run, stud?" a voice whispered in his ear.

Randy couldn't even bother to turn his head as he felt lips nibbling on the edges of his ears and fingers digging into the fur around his bare shoulders.

"In that case, let me introduce myself... hee..."

That got the fox's attention. He turned his head to the side, expecting the worst, but instead, a broad, chubby-faced puma grinned back at him. There was a telling quality to his leering eyes, the mark of a pervert so lecherously far gone that he was clearly beyond hope or reason. Other than that, and the faint greenish-gray faintly transparent color to his pelt, the puma looked pretty much normal.

One of the big cat's paws slid down Randy's belly and dove into the male's shorts, groping and rubbing lewdly at the fox stalk inside.

"Mmmhh... now we can really have some fun together, don't you think, stud?"

Randy's brain blanked as he tensed up, unable but to react to the ghostly touch around his bulge. It was different than before, back in the hallways and rooms. More direct. Tangible. But still ethereal and tingly and surprisingly warm, though that may have been due to the flushing he felt throughout his body.

"Nnngghh..."

The fox knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be into a ghost, let alone a dude ghost. Or a ghost dude. Whatever they were called, Randy was straight.

His cock, now fully erect, throbbing madly, and already dripping, begged to differ as the oohing, aahing puma played with it.

"Mmmh... good boy..."

Randy grunted out of instinct rather than any sense of weight when the ghostly puma swung a leg over the chair and mounted him. The fox's fingers instinctively went to the other male's hips as he felt slick, gooey thighs caressing his hardness.

"That's it, foxy... you just lie back and relax after all that hard work..."

Lying back, now that Randy could do. Relaxing, not so much, what with the ghostly puma's clenching rump cheeks wiggling up and down his meat as though the underwear weren't even there. Something smooth and slightly cold, tendril-like, snaked around his thigh from behind. Randy grabbed it with his hand and followed it back to the source - the base of the ghost's tail. It was long and wispy at the tip and, as it squeezed higher, teasing under his boxer briefs to go directly for his large sac, it appeared to grow even longer still.

More loops of the long, ghostly tail wrapped around the chair and Randy, keeping him effectively pinned down in place as the puma's thick, bouncy bottom squeezed back and forth teasingly. Combined with the wispy tip circling his balls and tugging, Randy was as hard as could be. His thick red vulpine cock throbbed, fully erect, knot and all, and his breathing was more ragged and rapid than ever as well. His eyes focused halfway on the ghostly puma as he wiggled in the restraints. Another moan rolled over his lips as the tail pulled his underwear down and his hard cock made direct contact with the puma's plump backside.

Then they were fucking. The lecherous big cat's hips smacked down hard and true, swallowing up the fox's fat shaft like it was nothing. Randy's eyes bulged as he felt his knot pound inside, only for the tightness to drag slowly back off a moment later, and then return, hard and fast and relentless.

"Oooooh, yesssss! Fuck, it's been too long!" the puma groaned. Both ghostly arms wrapped around the fox's shoulders as he bounced his hips, shivering and shaking them up and down so fast that the plump cheeks moved in a blur of speed. "Harder! Harder!"

Randy couldn't move, let alone thrust back, as the continuously growing phantasmic tail squeezed tighter across his biceps, chest, and belly, keeping him nice and immobile as the puma satisfied that certain itch as much as he pleased. The fox's chest heaved as his balls tensed, but the ghost tail clenched harder, keeping his orgasm at bay even though he felt as though he'd pop any minute.

The fox's eyes watered as he felt the ghost clenching. He looked down, and bit his lower lip when he saw his own fat fox cock churning up the plasma inside the ghost's "body" - or whatever it was ghosts had. Then a set of nice, plump puma pecs shoved forward, blocking his view and rubbing into the vulpine's narrow muzzle. Randy couldn't believe how good it felt as the thick puma rump slapped down around his knot over and over. He clenched his claws into his palms and leaned back, struggling in the chair as the humping intensified. He felt like he was being milked by a relentless, unforgiving machine, and it felt so good he could just...

"HHhhrrrnnnnggghh!"

The semi-transparent cougar's belly whitened up noticeably. The fox's body sagged into the seat, with the tail squeezing tight to keep up the pressure, as he shot his load, finally overcoming the relentless toying and squeezing. The cougar's muzzle dropped open and his face flushed red. His tongue fell from his muzzle as he let out a sigh, and, splattering across the buff fox's chest, he pumped a few thick loads of ectoplasmic jizz.

"Fffffuuuuuuck, stud... you're welcome to break into my library any night."

The cougar's hips moved, rotating, getting some more spasms and jerks and moans from the bound-up fox.

"I'm Malekai, the night guard here at the library, by the way," the cougar grunted, lips curling back into a toothy, devious smile. "And since I'm the night guard, I think I'll keep you here all night!"

The fox moaned as the tail unwrapped from around his body, but he stiffened up again when he felt invisible paws gripping and shifting him, turning him around and draping him over the back of the chair, ass-up.

"H-hey, w-wait!" Randy gasped, though he made no effort to stop the tug on the base of his tail. "I'm not- I mean, I never-"

"Don't worry, slutfox, you'll learn to love it! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

And it was true. Randy very quickly learned to love it. A lot. The moment the fat puma cock prodded under his twitching tail, the fox's world changed. His muzzle popped open and his ears folded back, then his glutes clenched tight under the ghostly fingers. The tingling, warm sensation filled his belly and his knotted foxcock roared back to completely devastating hardness.

"Hhhhhnnnnnggggggooooooooooooooood, yessssssss," the muscular todd hissed.

Randy wouldn't move even if the ghostly tail wasn't pinning him into position on the creaking padded chair. His blissed out, limp muzzle drooled as his whole body rocked back and forth. The plump puma's paws groped and tugged him as the thick ghost cock pounded away, stretching and opening the gasping, groaning fox again and again.

"Seeing as you're a fox, maybe you'd appreciate a bit of knot, huh?" Malakai grunted. "Let's find out!"

Randy's eyes opened wide. His whole body tensed and clenched as a prominent bulge formed at the base of the thick puma cock, increasing the overall length more and more by the moment. The big knot surged, grinding against Randy's tail hole until a long, high-pitched whine sounded from his muzzle like a siren.

"Ooooh, I think he likes it!"

*POP*

The puma's hips went into rapid fire mode after the huge knot finally worked open Randy's rump. The fox's claws dug into the sides of the chair as the knot sawed at his insides, bulging his belly and making his cock flex and lurch and spit. The fox's tail straightened and his toes curled. His eyes squeezed shut as he came, blasting a new load of thick fox spunk across the cushion of the chair beneath him as the ghost puma's hips pumped forward, stretching and opening him easily.

"Nnnnggghh, yeah... definitely keeping you... all night, you lucky stud! Aha ha ha ha ha!"

As the ghost's laughter mixed with the football player's groans of pleasure, several of his teammates perked their ears, listening to Randy's increasingly loud and desperate and needy moans as they tried to find their way through the maze of rooms and hallways.

"Shhhh... do you hear that?" one asked.

"Cute... butts..."

The rest of the muscular football players tensed up as one. Around them, the paintings on the wall began to change. The portraits leered and shifted, thrusting and dancing lewdly in their frames as the gaggle of shocked, terrified jocks clustered together in the center of the hallway.

"Well, well... lookit all this hot meat on display..."

"You boys look good enough to eat!"

"Ever sucked a dick this big before?"

"They might be hot studs... but I bet I can make you all moan like sissies! Ha ha ha!"

The end