Chapter 1- Wren
[Warning: This piece of writing is intended for mature audiences. Don't break your local laws. I hear they don't take kindly to that. Or your pappy. Be warned as this chapter contains the following: violence, rough sex, and a very cheesy ending. Enjoy at your own risk!]
Knock, knock.
He hears the person at the door. But doesn't get up to answer. He smiles softly, the only light in the room coming from the candle he lit only a few seconds ago.
Knock, knock.
Hands rest on his lap, folded neat and proper, right over left. The way he did it every time he had to let his hands lay motionless. His glasses, slightly fogged up, the room humid and nearly unbearable. But he left it that way for a reason. It was his only safety against a plethora of scenarios, but all of them made him tense up...
Knock.
The final knock. Third time is the charm, after all. He chuckles at this fact: dark, empty, mirthless. Even the sound of his voice made a cold feeling rise in his chest. He closes his eyes, he has resigned to the evil knocking at his door. One final breath. Take time... a nice deep one, you'll need it, he thinks.
"Open your eyes, you fool."
Another chuckle, this one much lighter... and he smiles thinly. This voice, so familiar. It was hilarious. He couldn't help himself. A strong hand, a warm and moist one, fastening around his throat, throwing him into a wall. The cheap plaster gives into his frame as he hits the grungy, unclean carpet of a shady neighborhood negative one star motel.
He shakes the stars from his eyes, taking another breath, shallow... he must have cracked a rib, he feels pain all over, but much more when he tries to breathe. The dark, angry figure stands over him. The smiling one goes limp, body hurting all over. He feels so frail now, this being's anger overwhelming whatever power he had. The humidity started to cover him. It was almost time.
"You're stupid. Silent until the end. I suppose that's best, there's nothing you can do to save yourself, Wren."
His smile grew. He raises a hand, clenching his eyes shut and concentrating on the air, how humid it was, how powerful air could be... his own anger, his pain, he had to make it work.
The humidity seemed to collect in his palm, a fuzzy white ball of mist and heat collecting there. The dark figure gave a monstrous and demonic laugh.
"What's this nonsense?"
And then the humidity flew from the fallen one's hand, slamming the shadowy thing's face and forcing him upwards, hitting the ceiling before bouncing back to the ground. Wren couldn't help but giggle. But then the pain closes in. Wren grimaces, the quick moment of happiness fading away as the other one, his enemy, stands, holding his shoulder.
"Nice try. Your tricks are no match for a true kitsune."
Wren sighs, coughing. A splash of warm liquid fills his mouth. He must have cracked something other than a rib. Internal bleeding. He'd probably die from that. How sad, nothing epic...
"Looks like you're already dead. But just in case."
CRACK! Pain, so much pain, his nerves lighting on fire and never extinguishing. His leg, his left leg... motionless. His nerves tensing up and muscles contracting, his body spasming uncontrollably. Dark energy surging through his lower body, but his entire body thrashing with invisible lightning.
The evil one laughs, kicks Wren in the side, another crack and more blood as it forces the poor, battered boy to his side. Blood leaks from his mouth, trickling down his lips and onto the carpet. The sudden thought of how many disgusting things could have happened in this dank, disgusting room makes him chuckle weakly.
"You're done, Wren. You damn slut."
He was gone as quickly as he appeared. And yet, he never even opened the door. But he did as he left. Wren sighs, the sudden fear of death overwhelming him--- he expected it, but not this manner, he wants to die the way he wants to. Not any other way. He can see the candle, a sudden gust of wind making it disappear in his sight.
Things become fuzzy, Wren's blacking out, he tries to grab onto something... but there's nothing to hold onto, and then, something grabs him and... it's warm...
[A day ago...]
Wren smiled, crossed his legs, wearing jeans and a blue button down shirt. Something commonplace; he didn't want anything too specific and had to be very inconspicuous, especially when he wanted to see Chris...
"Hey Wren."
And there he was. The cutest person there ever was to walk the planet, he thought. That familiar voice always brought a smile to his face. It soothed him, calmed him down. Of course, that was the effect it has on everyone, but he didn't mind... it affected him more than in an emotional way, after all. He looked at his friend, his companion, as he took a seat in the café chair across from him. Chris extended his hands out, and Wren gently placed his hands into them.
"I missed you. How have you been? I heard that things got a little crazy at Crossburg," Chris said, squeezing Wren's hands gently. Wren could feel his cheeks heat up.
"Yeah. Nogitsune problems again. Good that y'all asked me to handle it, they were kind of annoyin' to deal with," Wren replied with a slightly goofy grin.
"They're on the rise... they've already assaulted Nina's temple."
"Nina? Priestess Nina? I thought she was pretty powerful," Wren's goofiness faded into a slightly more serious face.
"She is a very... instrumental and huge figure head in our area. She escaped though." Chris leaned back, releasing Wren's hands and stretching out, placing his hands onto the back of his head. Wren frowned lightly, shook his head.
"That's awful."
"Either way though... it's nice to see you. I mean, we haven't been able to fuck for... a month?"
"Ahaha, you've been counting the days?"
"Of course, Wren. I'm like a dolphin. But I'm a kitsune. You know, that mates for life?"
Wren started to chuckle, and Chris tilted his head, wondering what the problem was.
"... Chris, dolphins mate for pleasure. Swans mate for life."
"Oh."
They both laugh. Wren smiled softly, a flicker of happiness lighting on his face, as so it lit upon Chris'. They held hands again across the table.
"It must be hard holding your illusion while we're doing this."
"Just a little," Chris said, smiling. "I'm holding it for you."
"I'd like to see you without it," Wren whispered and Chris nods, as he stood up and lets go one of Wren's hands... keeping the other one tightly in his grasp. Wren got out of the chair, and both started to walk toward the parking lot of the café. He frowns, suddenly realizing that...
"Weird how we didn't get served."
"I extended a field around us. They couldn't see or hear us, and the same for us to them."
Wren turned around, stared at the throng of people sitting in chairs and drinking and talking. He shook his head a few times lightly, laughing.
"I keep forgetting you can do that sometimes. It's a perk, right?"
"Comes with the job," Chris says as they approach the vehicle. He swings Wren around, letting him fall against the car's side.
"What's th--- mmph!"
Chris presses his lips against the human's firmly, tongue pressing right through Wren's flat-footed response. Wren smiles and tilts his head into the deep kiss, his tongue flickering over Chris'. Suddenly, Wren was filled with a strange burst of energy, causing him to back off of Chris...
"You're changing?" Wren asked, expression changing to slight confusion and fear for his friend.
"Of course. It's the right time, after all... no one will see us now. We're protected... besides, I can't manage this form forever," Chris manages to say, as a deep blue aura appears around him, as clothes fade from his form. Wren smiled brightly, having already known what was happening... fur was sprouting from Chris' body, a dark brown color... almost chocolate, but not quite. His face changing from a normal human one to a more vulpine-like, canid one with a muzzle, pointed short teeth, long tongue, and slightly damp nose. His ears disappeared to reappear closer to the top of his head, his hair lengthening, bangs dangling against his temples. His muscles swelled, from slightly toned to a definite "worked out" type of physique... Wren loved that look, he was a frail one so it felt amazing to have someone almost dwarf him to a point. Chris' human form was a nice, normal five foot nine, but as a kitsune... he was seven feet tall, and thick with muscles...
His anatomy was another story all together, his human anatomy replaced with a nice plump sheath and hanging scrotum with golf ball sized testes. Tails unfurled from his hips, four of them, dangling in between muscular legs almost down to his footpads. Wren threw himself into the kitsune's grasp, the side of his face pressed against the kitsune, who cuddled the sorcerer tightly.
"I missed your scent," Wren whispered, closing his eyes, surrendering himself to the spirit fox. Chris gently runs a hand through the other male's black hair.
"Vanilla, like always... you always loved this flavor, this smell. You'll never change, will you?"
"Probably not. I mean... come on, I'm a silly human. A stubborn one."
"That's why I love you." And Chris gave Wren a slight squeeze, his hands slowly moving down Wren's chest, his stomach, right to the belt that held his pants up. Wren grabbed Chris' head, pulling him down to press a deep kiss onto the kitsune's muzzle, which opened up and let the sorcerer's tongue investigate all that was present. Chris murred--- a strange sound to Wren's ears, but something he recognized as almost like a cat's purr, as he felt Chris unbuckling him.
"A-ah... getting... a little direct, are we?" Wren muttered, pulling out of the brief yet still delicious kiss, as he moved to give his love a small nip on the ear. Instinctively, it flitted... making Wren laugh as it flicked against his lips, tickling his nose.
"Of course. I want a little taste of my protégé before all the action," Chris replied deeply, his voice barely a whisper and a rumble as he pulled down Wren's jeans, exposing a pair of light blue boxer shorts which had a small wet spot forming near the crotched area. And the kitsune grinned ear to ear, moving his paws down to the human's knees, holding there as he nuzzled that area and grinned even further when it elicited a trembling, soft, moan. Wren quivered in Chris' grasp, breathing becoming a little shallow as his mate licked through the thin undergarment fabric, and Wren had to move his hands to the back of the kitsune's head, Chris' warm, moist tongue gathering the minute flavors of sweat and pre-fluids hungrily from the cloth.
And then Wren whimpered, the kitsune tearing his boxers off... now directing his attentions to the real thing as the wet tongue slurped the tip of his manhood, murring again.
"You're quite... ready, aren't you?" Chris asked with a chuckle, nosing at Wren's sac, sniffling a few times. Wren nearly jumped out of his skin, the sudden cold making him gasp but his shaft said differently, twitching as a small amount of precum leaked right between the curious one's eyes.
"Y-yeah... you could say that!"
The kitsune smiled as he withdraws his nose... opening his muzzle and licking his lips, then closes them around Wren's cockhead. The sorcerer gasped, tightening his grip on his mate's head as the fox suckled desperately for a small taste of the human. His tongue dancing on the sensitive tip, gently pressing into the piss-slit if just for a moment, happy to taste some of the clear fluids that started to leak out. Chris murred yet again, slowly sliding more of the length into his muzzle, the heated and moist vacuum making Wren pant and blush. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, moaning louder as the kitsune starts to bob his head... tongue leaving nothing untouched as Wren felt Chris' cold nose against his skin. Pleasure surged through the human's body, nerves tingling in almost pure bliss as the kitsune expertly tightened his lips as Wren started to slowly thrust in and out of the slick and warm cavity presented to him, pre starting to flow a little more steadily into the kitsune's muzzle.
"W-why... did you... stop?" Wren cried out, panting, his cock throbbing and already missing his love's warmth.
"Because... I want to turn you around."
And the kitsune did so, forcing the sorcerer against the car roughly, the human's manhood sliding against the exterior of the car and making him moan. And then he moaned again as Chris spread his buttocks apart and stuck his tongue, without warning, into the pink tight pucker that lay there. Poor Wren didn't even expect it, crying out in pure ecstacy, Chris' tongue wiggling along his insides, going in deep... tickling his mate's prostate. He latched onto Wren's cock with a hand, slowly stroking along the length, feeling warm fluids leak onto his paw.
"C-Chris! Please... please," Wren panted, whimpering like an animal in heat. And Chris pulled his tongue out, nosing the sensitive and musky area a few times... then licking it, making sure it was nice and slick. He stood, grabbing Wren, moving him over to the side of the hood, forcing him to bend over enough to spread the human's legs, presenting himself to the kitsune.
"Do... you want it?"
"P-please! I do, sir!" Wren pleads. The larger, more dominant one smiles toothily, as he ripped the shirt off of Wren, pressing his furred body against the bare back of human and pressing his pre-soaked fur covered hand into the human's mouth...
Wren's eyes widened. He forgot. When Chris was like this... he was big. Larger than big, actually. He should have been a little more prepared, he hadn't done it for a while, and...
Then he screamed, howled around the ... the pain not so bad, but unexpected, as a foot of rock hard, pre-slathered, thick meat slammed into his body, directly to the hilt. Chris was driven to animal-like lusts, growling as he pulled out of the still tight and saliva-slick orifice... then thrusted again powerfully, making Wren cry out again. But the pain became pleasure quickly, as he relaxed...
"Chris! Oh gods, so... thick... please, harder..." He cried out, knowing his words fell on already deaf ears as the thrusts started to pick up, and Wren looked down and saw his outsides bulge a bit from his insides being abused... something that made his own cock throb and harden even further as Chris gently bit down on the sorcerer's neck, pumping his hips in and out, something hard pushing against his rear entrance...
"W-wait... Chris... what's that? Chris... w-wait..."
But Chris didn't care, as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper, an unfamiliar part of canid anatomy slowly plumping up, it pressing against the unknowing human. Chris felt it growing, but it didn't stop him... he would tie his bitch, and make him his for good, his thick cock and hot rod touching things in Wren's body that neither have ever felt before, and both felt pleasure beyond any sort of human recognition...
And Wren screamed, gasping for air as the knot popped into his body and his bestial mate growled into his ear as he rutted harshly and quickly into him, his own orgasm surfacing and causing him to ignore the pain as pleasure surged through his body. Thin ropes of cum flew from his cock, splashing on the car. Chris moaned, murred, and then bit again... harder, and Wren could feel the kitsune's seed fill him up in insane amounts, he could feel it... the strange, fleshy knot keeping them tied together.
They stayed like this... it wasn't like either could do anything about it now, Chris' tails gently clinging to Wren's ankles. The kitsune gently licked the bite imprints on his love's neck.
"Sorry for the love bite..."
"It's okay, but I'm more concerned to why I can't... pull... off of you!"
Chris' kissed Wren's cheek. He could feel the warmth of a blush as he then pressed his cheek against where he left the small endearing touch.
"We... tied. It usually happens when... well, I don't forget about it."
"You forgot about something like this?!"
"Well, and a lot of love too."
Wren blushed too. But then it faded as his expression changed from content to sudden panic.
"Hey, uh... Chris?" He asked, gently poking the kitsune's sides.
"What?" Chris replied, a question to a question.
"Yeah. So. That guy is staring at us. I think he's in shock. Or he's pissed because I came on his car..."
"Oh. Well. Oh boy. I guess... during all that passion... I accidentally may have dropped the barrier."
"You what?!"
[Present time...]
"Wren?"
A voice. He hears it, reaches for it, but he feels so weak. He feels so tired, but... he hears... him.
"Wren! Open your eyes. Come on!"
His mouth feels dry. He feels like he's been asleep for a long time.
"T... thir..."
"Oh, god. You're thirsty, aren't you? Haven't had anything... hold on."
Hearing his voice sated a hunger already, he tries to smile, but his lips are so dry. He feels cool glass press against his lips, water trickling down his throat. And then he coughs. Too much, too...
"Oops! A little too fast..."
His voice again. He smiles a little. His thoughts feel short, cut. Things were fragments in his mind. But one thing. He has to open his eyes...
"... I'm so sorry, Wren. I didn't know..."
He opens his eyes, to see the massive kitsune sitting on the other side of the bed, facing the other way. His body slumped, one hand up by his forehead... running it through his hair nervously. Wren could tell he has been up for... a while. But something else bothers him, as his eyes drift downwards...
"... I didn't know they'd come and... I should have been there and... so sorry."
"Stop... apologizing," Wren manages to whisper, ever so softly.
Chris turns around. His eyes widen, and he quickly slides to the weak Wren, starting to cry... tears forming on eyelids, breathing a little quickly.
"Wren. You're... thank god... it worked."
"What worked? What... are you talking about..."
"I..."
"... you sacrificed... didn't you?"
Chris smiles. A shaky one that became sobs, as Wren flinches when Chris is a little too fast with gathering the pained one in a snug.
"Ow! Damn..."
"I did... I sacrificed... two tails."
"But why? That's... taboo. You've spent so much time... gaining them, all that work you've done with the Temple and..." Wren trails off, feeling more than surprise... but...
"... you were dying. You were laying there, your eyes were dim, and I felt your spirit. I felt it... I could have taken it but I couldn't, I had to bring you back, so... I prayed." Chris' warm tears splashed onto Wren's face as he kissed the forehead of the frail one.
"But that means..."
"... you'll be a kitsune too. Well, we'll be kitsune together."
"No... we're in danger..."
Chris frowns and nods, closing his eyes.
"They already know about us. We'll find no peace anywhere, so... we'll have to make due. You're already a powerful sorcerer. You can only get more powerful... and perhaps, we'll find a haven..."
Wren smiles again. He feels warm, safe. So different than what feels like ages ago. Chris delicately puts Wren back under covers, kissing again, warm lips on warm lips.
"Just don't leave me."
"I won't, Wren."
"... promise?"
"Yes."
Eyes closing... finally, some peace.