The downside of being a tease.
A femboy fox finally finds out what happens when you tease the wrong person.
Just a quick story that I wrote up for my boyfriend, and it's been such a long time since I posted something, I thought why not. Was written in about an hour or so, quick bit of smut for all you naughty furs. This story is meant for adults, and not for the minors, that I know are probably going to read it anyways.
Rainbow dyed hair swished through the air as a loud, thumping bass shook the club. A tall, slender fox moved and swayed his body, his clubbing outfit tightly pulled over the light blue fur, leaving very little to the imagination.
Black and purple thigh high stockings hugged the contours of his legs, while matching arm warmers covered his arms up to the elbow. Short, tight shorts barely managed to cover the vulpine hips, rear, and groin. The last of his outfit was completed with a fishnet tanktop, cut off and frayed above the stomach, and a purple collar gracing his neck.
The long, bushy tail curled around a wolf grinding up behind him, as he allowed his temporary partner to use the large paws to explore his body. "What's your name, sexy?" The wolf had asked, bared able to be heard over the music, his arousal extremely apparent to the fox.
"Linko." He responded, pressing back against the wolf, teasing him. Linko knew he wasn't going to be giving anything tonight, he just wanted to tease and frustrate as many dominants that he possibly could, and he was doing a damn fine job of it.
As the hours had passed, the wolf had reluctantly moved on, realizing he wasn't going to score. But he was quickly replaced, as one by one, a multitude of furs would try their had and seducing the femboi fox, and none of them succeeded.
In the early morning hours, the club was finally closing, and Linko was all to ready to leave. Despite the sheer thrill he received from clubbing and the increasing aggression of doms, it left him exhausted by the end. Tonight, that exhaustion would be soon replaced with fear, as his teasing ways would finally catch up to him.
A few week prior, an otter had tried to make his move on Linko, and, like every other before him, was completely denied. The only problem, is he didn't take it all to kindly. The dark blue otter, Conri, didn't like being rejected. He felt it was his right to take what he wanted, and that fox, how slutty he was acting, deserved nothing more than to be fucked.
So he studied his new found obsession, the desire to make that femboi his bitch controlled his actions. He didn't make another move on the fox, no...he just watch, observed. Stalked his prey, found routines, vulnerabilities. Tonight was the night. He was going to take what he wanted, what he thought was his.
Flipping up the hood of his hoodie, he left shortly after Linko, following the, now, all to familiar path towards the fox's home. He wouldn't let that fox get home though, not until after he was done. He would walk just faster than the fox was, gaining ground in a slow, calculated manner, knowing that he would be within striking distance just as an alleyway opened up.
Linko was lost in his own music, earbuds blasting the same type of music he was dancing too at the club all night. His tail swished and flicked to the beat, completely oblivious to the now quickly approaching otter until it was too late.
Strong arms wrapped around him, one around his chest, pinning down his arms, and the other around his neck, cutting off any chance for him to call out for help, only choking gasps and yelps escaping his maw. The otter growled loudly as the femboi struggled against him, the fox's legs flailing and kicking, causing Conri to hiss out when a heel catches his shin.
But it only makes him squeeze around his prey more firmly. "Keep struggling and you'll never take another breath." He snarled, the arm clamping down over Linko's neck, cutting off all air. With ears folding back against his skull, he wheezed for air, and, fearing for his life, stilled any form of struggle.
The now pacified fox was easy for Conri to pull back into the alley, into the darkness away from the light of the street. He let up on the fox's neck just enough for the other to breath and stay conscious, but not enough to remove the threat of choking. During the brief struggles, the otter's hood had managed to fall off, revealing his face to his captive.
"Remember me, bitch? You thought you could deny me, tease me with that body. Oh no...how wrong you were." The arm clutched around the chest slowly released, as the paw began to explore Linko's body. "You're mine tonight, and nothing you do will keep me from taking your sweet ass."
Loud whimpers sounded out from the trapped fox as he was pushed up against the wall of the alley. That roaming paw now pressing into his shorts, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, revealing his rear to his assailant. In an instant, his tail was between his legs, trying in vain to cover his tailhole.
But the fur behind him wasn't having any of it. After revealing the fox, he gripped the base of the tail, and forced it up between his chest and the fox's back. Using his body, he pinned the femboi against the wall, and finally released the neck. "Please! Please don't! Stop please!" Linko started to plead and beg the second he could, barely fighting back tears. He was going to be raped, it was the last thing he wanted, the last thing he dreamed of happening.
"Shut the fuck up!" Was the response, the otter keeping him pinned as he removed his own shorts, silver cock already hard and leaking with need to take the bitch. "You wanted this. You begged for it! Always teasing, always flaunting." Conri growled, pressing his thick, throbbing tip against the tailstar. "You couldn't wait for someone to finally force themselves onto you." With a paw on the fox's hip and the other braced against the shoulder, he forced his way in, moaning as his shaft split Linko open.
The fox couldn't help but howl out in pain, muscles squeezing and trying to force out the invading cock, but the tightness of spurred the otter on. He began to sob as he felt nipping at the back of his neck, and the cock pressing deeper and deeper into him. Mindlessly he begged for it to end, crying out and whimpering. But it was all for naught.
Slowly, Conri began to move his hips, pre-slicked cock sliding slowly in and out of the hole, moaning in deep pleasure as he kept forcing his way into the clenching muscles. The feeling was more than he imagined, and he began to pick up his pace. The pleading and crying only gave him more drive to punish the teasing slut as he trusted in earnest, hips slamming into the pinned fox.
Linko felt no pleasure at all, only pain and fear as the shaft was forced into him over and over. A creeping numbness began to overtake him, first losing feeling in his legs and arms. He felt like he was being forced out of his body, consciousness starting to withdraw him into his brain, trying to protect him from the crime being committed onto him.
Conri began to get more and more wild with his thrusting, he knew he was getting close. The body below him was no longer responding, almost as if the fox had shut down, passed out...but it was no matter. He used the fox as nothing but a device for his pleasure, and to show the slutty club goer what happens when you play with fire.
Finally, the otter couldn't hold himself back any longer, and with a final trust, his cock exploded with his climax, throbbing and shooting his seed deep into the fox's bowels. He let out a loud, satisfied moan as he continued to fill the fox, the sheer size of his load starting to leak out around his silver cock, cum dripping down the blue fur of the femboi.
Pulling himself out, he wiped his cock clean on the rear fur of his prey, and quickly pulled up his shorts. As his weight was no longer supporting Linko, the vulpine collapsed to the ground, instantly curling up into the fetal position, tail tucked tightly between his legs, covering his leaking tailhole. He started to once again sob and shiver.
"See you next week, slut." The dark blue otter chuckled to himself, flicking back up his hoodie and leaving the fox to lay in the darkness.