Party Wipe Chapter 01
"Come on, put your back into it!"
Arren turned and shot the white cheetah a scowl, panting heavily as he leaned on his war-hammer for a moment. The black and white tuxedo cat had been swinging his hammer at the heavy wooden door for some time now, but the door proved to be quite a match even for the proud warrior. Splinters littered the stone in front of the door, but for the most part the heavy barrier had held together. The door had been barred from the inside, making the task even more difficult.
"I'd like to see you do better," the house cat eventually shot back. His tail lashed back and forth in frustration as he lifted the heavy hammer from the ground.
Frosty smirked, his own spotted tail flicking as his blue eyes glimmered briefly. The cheetah held up an upturned paw, a small flame leaping from his gray pads before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. "It would be better than standing here all day beating on this infernal door. Each second we waste out here is an opportunity for him to escape."
Arren shrugged and reluctantly stepped away from the door. "If you insist."
"You're going to want to back up a bit," the white cheetah warned, taking his staff up in one hand. Arren shrugged, but did as he was told.
Dewby, the group's healer, perked up immediately at Frosty's warning. He'd been sitting not far from Frosty, quietly mixing healing herbs. Given the cheetah's history of overzealous magic use, he hurriedly gathered his belongings and retreated to a safe distance. The green rabbit ducked around a corner, peeking his head around it so that he could keep an eye on Frosty.
Not far from the rabbit's current position was Pengo, the leather-clad ranger, a shining revolver holstered on his waist. The thylacine was propped up against a wall, sleeping soundly. His ears perked this way and that, listening intently to the party's soft footsteps even as he rested. Dewby debated whether or not he should awaken him, given what Frosty was about to do.
Frosty peered over his shoulder to ensure that the party was safe, then took a deep breath to focus. His eyes glowed as he began to chant quietly, the air growing warm around him. The crystal at the end of his staff began to glow intensely, illuminating the stone corridor around him. Arren lifted a paw to shield his eyes from it, taking another step backwards as the air around Frosty heated noticeably.
The white cheetah drew a paw back, continuing to draw on his arcane energy. A ball of flame formed around his digits, licking at his wrist as it grew larger. Normally, this was as far as Frosty needed to go for a proper fireball. He knew that a normal fireball would do little more than scorch the wood, however. The small flame grew noticeably larger as Frosty pushed himself, focusing as much energy as he dared without blowing himself up.
Without warning, Frosty threw his arm forward as if he were pitching a ball. The moderately-sized fireball swelled to enormous proportions as it left his fingers, a tail of flame following in its wake. The hall illuminated in a flash of orange and yellow, shadows dancing as the fireball collided with the wood door. A blinding light and a deafening boom filled the corridor, echoing down the empty stone pathway. Bits of flaming wood and shrapnel peppered Frosty, skidding across the stone around him.
"AMBUSH!" Pengo leapt up from the floor, his revolver coming free from its holster faster than anyone could blink. He fired off a shot at the first figure that greeted his vision, an arcane bolt leaping from the muzzle.
Acting on instinct, Dewby waved his staff quickly in front of himself. A trail of blue energy followed the staff, crackling noisily as the arcane bolt reflected away and impacted on the far wall. Pengo immediately lowered his enchanted revolver when he realized what he'd done, thick tail flicking back and forth.
"Sorry, Dewby," he said quickly. The thylacine peered around the corner cautiously to investigate the cause of the disturbance, still in defensive mode. He quirked an eyebrow in confusion at the sight that greeted him. Arren was sitting up, looking quite dazed, and Frosty was hastily brushing burning embers off his robe. Pengo looked rather puzzled that there were no attackers in sight.
When the smoke began to clear, it was evident that Frosty had done more than simply blow open the door. An enormous hole had been blasted out of the heavy wooden door, partially knocking it off the hinges in the process. Frosty looked quite proud of himself when he turned and waved a finger at Arren.
"Never underestimate a mage."
Arren pushed himself to his feet and shouldered his war hammer. "Thanks, Frosty. You could've suggested that a lot sooner."
The cheetah smirked. "I didn't think our fearless warrior would have an issue opening a door."
The tuxedo cat grumbled as he beckoned to the other two, who were still peeking around the corner of the dimly-lit corridor. They hesitantly gathered themselves up and joined Arren and Frosty, following close behind as they proceeded through the destroyed doorway. Gray smoke lingered in the air near the doorway, making it difficult to see. The four adventurers could hear the distinct sound of coughing through the haze, as well as the steady tick-tick-tick of a cane on the stone floor.
"Who goes there?" Arren called out loudly.
"Ah could ask yeh the same fookin' thing!" came back a sharp reply.
Frosty's ears perked as the familiar voice responded to Arren's demand. The accent was unmistakable. There was only one person in the entire village that spoke like that.
"James? It can't be..."
When the smoke cleared, the party was greeted by a firm scowl from a familiar white raccoon with silvery markings. One paw firmly clutched a cane, which combined with an intricate leg-brace helped the young raccoon walk with minimal discomfort. His ringed tail lashed back and forth, making his agitation clear.
"Oh great, it's the cat again. And I see yeh brought friends this time," James growled.
Arren blinked in surprise. "You? You're the one that's been causing us so much trouble?"
James snorted at the accusation. "I'm afraid yeh have it backwards. You heroes have been a thorn in my arse for far too long."
Frosty growled softly. "So you are the one that's been behind everything. The disappearances, the king's sudden illness, the plagues.."
The white raccoon leaned against his cane with a grin. "Guilty as charged. But you'll never stop me. Ah've got enough brute strength at my back to have this kingdom in shambles."
Pengo snorted at James's boast. "Oh really? You and what army, alchemist?"
The raccoon's grin grew into a knowing smirk. His bushy ringed tail flicked back and forth as he slipped a paw into his pocket. He produced a brightly glowing blue crystal from his pocket, rolling it lightly in his fingers. The party's magic users recognized it immediately; it was a soul stone. They were used like batteries, capturing the souls of the living to fuel arcane rituals.
"Funny you should ask," James said ominously. "I could tell you, but I would just as soon kill two birds with one stone. Well...four birds, more accurately."
James turned and stabbed the crystal into a receptacle behind him, illuminating the laboratory with a bright flash of arcane light. Brightly-glowing streams of arcane energy streaked along the walls, branching outward from the center of the laboratory to the walls on either side, where a number of stone constructs lay dormant. When the glowing circuits reached the stone creatures, they all began to stir to life. The golems crackled as they began to rise up and stand erect, awaiting a command from their master.
"This doesn't look good," Dewby breathed nervously.
"We can take 'em," Arren replied, tightening his grip on his trusted hammer. "We've pummeled golems before."
"No matter," James said with a chuckle. "I have plenty more where these came from. But I have business to attend to elsewhere, and I can't have you bothersome heroes following me." Gesturing to the four adventurers with his cane, James growled softly. "Kill them."
The stone creatures stepped away from the walls and formed a protective barrier between the four adventurers and James, advancing toward the party. The white raccoon took advantage of the distraction to gather up a few needed items, then quickly excused himself. Before he stepped through a wooden door at the back of the lab, however, he shot the party a smirk.
"Play nice." With that the raccoon vanished, closing the door tightly behind himself.
As the stone creations lumbered closer, Arren raised his hammer and rushed forward with a hearty battle cry. He lunged for the nearest construct, raising his hammer over his head and swinging down hard. The glimmering head crashed into the core of the stone creature, shattering the rock and sending fragments in all directions. Large boulders rolled across the floor as the construct fell apart, rendering it lifeless once more.
"One down, eleven to go," Arren called out proudly, turning for another blow.
Drawing his arcane revolver up, Pengo leveled it at the closest golem and fired off a quick burst of shots. The blue bolts exploded on impact, shattering one of the golem's arms. The blow caused the creation to stagger back for a moment before it righted itself and began sprinting toward Pengo. The thylacine rolled quickly to one side to narrowly avoid the rampaging construct, sending the beast crashing into a table. Bits of wood and shattered glass bounced over the stone floor, arcane sparks and small fires flaring up as alchemical concoctions leaked from their containers.
Blue bolts streaked through the air as Pengo fired off several more rounds, landing a perfect shot that caused the golem to break apart. A bright flash on the other side of the lab was accompanied by a noisy crackle of energy that immediately caught Pengo's attention. Dewby had summoned a protective shield around himself, a brightly glowing blue bubble surrounding the green rabbit. A huge golem was swinging its stone fists at the barrier, creating another bright flash as it slammed into the arcane bubble.
Pengo fired off a charged shot at the golem's back, causing the beast to stagger forward before it turned to face him. It gave Dewby enough time to drop his barrier and scramble away, just as Arren came to the rescue. The tuxedo cat's body twisted as his hammer crashed sideways into the golem, sending it sliding across the floor in several broken pieces.
"Arren, duck!"
The house cat didn't waste a moment to heed Frosty's warning. He fell into a crouch just in time for a huge fist to swing over him, narrowly missing his head. A fireball streaked through the air and exploded on the golem's chest, causing the stone beast to stagger back several steps. A second fireball knocked the golem off its feet, crashing to the floor with a heavy thud and spreading large stone chunks over the floor.
"We don't have time for this," Frosty growled. "The longer he delays us, the less likely we'll be able to find him again." The cheetah lifted his staff as he beckoned to the others. "Everyone to me! Dewby, keep us safe while I'm summoning!"
The green rabbit nodded and scrambled over to Frosty, soon joined by Arren and Pengo. They gathered behind the white cheetah as he raised his staff ahead of himself. As Frosty began to chant, Dewby pressed his palms together and recited an incantation of his own. A glowing aura surrounded his body that began to spread outward, forming a brightly glowing bubble that surrounded all four adventurers.
The small army of golems loomed over the group threateningly as they approached, leaving them backed into a corner with nowhere to run. Pengo fired off several quick shots in succession to keep them at bay while Frosty focused, ensuring that they didn't close in too quickly. Arren's tail lashed anxiously back and forth, fingers clutching the haft of his hammer tightly. Muscles flexed as his eyes darted here and there, restraining the urge to leap forward and swing his hammer. He wasn't sure what Frosty was about to do, but he didn't want to be in the line of fire when it happened.
As the end of Frosty's staff began to shimmer and glow, the glowing bubble surrounding the party flickered ominously. Dewby was struggling to sustain the powerful spell, his mana reserves running low due to a few unexpected encounters on the way to the Alchemist's shop. He knew that he wouldn't be able to maintain the spell much longer. If Frosty didn't hurry, they would be in serious trouble.
"Frosty, hurry up!" Pengo shouted, leveling his pistol as an enormous fist swung at the cheetah's head. A glowing bolt fired just over Frosty's ear, shattering the golem's limb moments before it crashed into the glowing barrier. Aiming another shot at the Golem's "head," Pengo squeezed the trigger. Much to his surprise, though, nothing happened. The thylacine quickly squeezed the trigger a second time, but with the same result.
"Uh oh." The arcane revolver clicked uselessly each time he squeezed the trigger. It took a moment for Pengo to realize that his energy crystal was depleted. Changing them out was not an rapid process; certainly not something that could easily be done in combat. As the golem raised its good arm for another swing, the thylacine's ears large pinned back. "Oh crap."
Pengo ducked back as the stone fist swung at him, expecting the worst. Dewby's barrier was threatening to give out at any moment, and aside from the ominous glowing of the cheetah's staff, he wasn't sure Frosty was ready. There was a dull crash inches above his head as Arren swung his hammer just in time, deflecting the construct's fist away. Bits of stone bounced harmlessly against the blue barrier as the golem twisted and fell away from the party.
Moments later, the glowing barrier flickered and disappeared entirely. Panting lightly from exertion, Dewby wavered a moment. He looked like he was about to pass out. Pengo rushed over to catch him before he collapsed, helping him to the floor. Arren rushed to their sides, swinging his hammer to deflect another stone fist. "Frosty, you need to hurry!" the cat called out.
Just as Arren finished speaking, a blinding light filled the laboratory. He ducked away and shielded his eyes, grunting loudly at the painful sensation. A wave of heat accompanied the light, washing over the three travelers behind Frosty. It only lasted a few moments before dissipating, returning the laboratory to a dim glow once more.
Shaking his head and blinking rapidly to clear the spots from his vision, Arren turned to survey the damage. It took several seconds before his vision returned to normal, bringing everything back into focus. Frosty was leaning against his staff, tail flicking slowly back and forth as he surveyed the scene. Before the cheetah was nothing short of a disaster scene.
The wooden tables in the middle of the floor were charred and smoldering, some turned onto their sides. Various alchemical ingredients leaked onto the stone floor from cracked or shattered containers, hissing ominously as they mixed into one another. A pile of smoldering rubble lay at the far end of the room, pushed back by the intense wave that Frosty had unleashed. There was no trace of the stone creations, save for the sizzling boulders and bits of stone among the rubble.
"Nice work, Frosty. You may have just saved our skins," Pengo commented.
Frosty didn't reply. He was still leaning heavily against his staff, his knees wobbling. His body swayed back and forth a bit before his legs gave out, sending him toppling to the floor. The cheetah's staff clattered noisily against the stone floor as it fell away, sliding out of reach.
"Frosty!" Arren rushed over and knelt at the cheetah's sides, rolling him onto his back. He was out cold. The house cat lightly tapped his cheek, attempting to rouse him. A soft groan escaped Frosty's lips, but he didn't awaken. "Come on, wake up."
"He needs mana," Dewby announced. "His body is in shock. He'll eventually wake up on his own if we let him rest."
"We don't have time," Arren replied immediately. "This may be the only chance we get to stop James."
Dewby sighed heavily. As badly as they needed to rest, Arren was right. Despite still feeling rather weak, he pushed himself to his feet and reached into his pouch. He produced a glowing blue vial, kneeling down at Frosty's side. "Potions are no substitute for proper rest. This will perk him back up, but there's no guarantee it will be enough to keep him going if we get into another bad spot. Tip his head up."
Arren propped up the unconscious cheetah's head as Dewby uncorked the vial and poured the contents into Frosty's mouth. It glowed serenely as he gently closed Frosty's mouth and massaged to encourage him to swallow. Frosty groaned quietly and stirred a few moments later, rolling into his side as he came around. Eventually his eyes opened, unfocused at first but steadily clearing up.
"Come on, Frosty. Rise and shine," Arren said quietly, giving the cheetah's shoulder a light shake.
Frosty eventually pushed himself into a sitting position as his body recovered, head still spinning. He wobbled a moment and nearly fell back to the floor, but a paw behind his back kept him upright. Dewby rubbed his back as Frosty shook his head gently to clear out the haze.
"What happened?" the cheetah asked, breathing deeply to help clear his head.
"You pushed yourself too hard, you fool," Dewby chuckled. "You're lucky I had a mana potion handy, otherwise you'd still be out cold."
Frosty forced a soft smile. "Good thing. I still feel like hell, though." Looking over at Dewby, Frosty frowned again. "You don't look much better, bunny."
"I'll make do. As long as we don't get cornered again, I should be fine."
"We need to be careful," Pengo announced while replacing the spent crystal in his weapon. "We're almost down a healer, our mage isn't much better off, and I'm on my last crystal. We can't afford any mistakes."
Arren stood and offered a paw to Frosty, helping the cheetah to his feet. "Let's make this fight count, then. James will be brought to justice..."
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With Arren leading the way, the four travelers made their way hastily down a dark corridor that James had retreated into earlier. It ended abruptly at a junction that split off in two directions, with no sign of which path the raccoon had taken. Gazing one way then the other, Arren growled in frustration.
"Let's try this way," Arren called out, pointing to the left. At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door, the faint glow of torches casing light though the thick bars. Arren pushed the door open with a grinding shriek and stepped through, but stopped in his tracks and screeched when something stabbed him in the neck.
"Nighty night, kitty," a familiar voice called out.
Reaching up, Arren yanked a dart out of his neck and threw it aside. He cursed under his breath as his vision began to blur, already feeling the effects of a potent sedative. Frosty and Pengo rushed forward to help Arren when he began to sway, stumbling as he futilely attempted to remain on his feet. Arren violently lurched forward, nearly pulling the other two down with him as he collapsed in an unconscious heap.
"And as for the rest of you..." Pengo lifted his gaze just in time to see James reaching for a lever on the wall. "...play nice with my pet."
A hidden trap door snapped open when the lever was pulled, plunging Frosty, Pengo, and an unconscious Arren into a dark pit. Dewby had been standing back and narrowly avoided the same fate, teetering dangerously at the edge of the open passage before he fell onto his rump. The heavy trap door slid shut moments later, separating Dewby completely from his friends. He was now alone with the white raccoon.
"Well, that's not exactly what I was hoping for," James admitted, his bushy ringed tail flicking back and forth in annoyance. "No matter, though. I think I can handle a Priest."
Dewby was immediately back on his feet, both hands tightly clutching his staff. "I won't let you get away with this, James."
The raccoon smirked as he loaded his crossbow with another dart. "Oh really, now? We'll see about that."
James quickly leveled his crossbow and squeezed the trigger, firing a dart in the rabbit's direction. Dewby was quick to react, swinging his staff to deflect the projectile much as he had done earlier when Pengo accidentally shot at him. The dart clattered noisily as it ricocheted off a nearby wall and slid across the floor harmlessly.
"You'll have to do better than that," Dewby said confidently.
Despite failing to dart the rabbit, the raccoon smirked. "If you insist." Reaching into one of his pockets, James retrieved a small glass ampoule. It was filled with a white powder that seemed innocent enough. "Let's see how you handle this."
James threw the tiny glass item, but deliberately missed Dewby. The rabbit ducked instinctively as it sailed over his head and smashed to pieces against the doorframe just behind him. A white cloud erupted from the spot when the powder ignited, enveloping Dewby in a thick haze that obscured his vision.
Dewby's eyes watered as he pulled his cloak over his face to avoid breathing the noxious smoke. He could feel it stinging his lungs, trying not to breathe too deeply. Instinct told him to push forward to escape the thick smoke, but he knew that James could just as easily be luring him forward to spring the trap door.
"Don't breathe too deeply," James warned with a chuckle as he loaded a third shot into his crossbow. He leveled it in Dewby's direction, squinting as he tried to make out the rabbit's shape in the thick white haze. His finger hovered over the trigger as the green bunny sputtered and coughed in the white cloud, reluctantly stepping forward to escape the stinging smoke.
Dewby had no time to react as a telltale "thunk!" echoed through the room. He staggered backwards into the thinning cloud as a dart impaled him in the chest, injecting its contents into his body. He pulled the dart free, but it was far too late to avoid the inevitable. He could already feel an intense tingling sensation spreading into his limbs.
As the smoke lazily dissipated from the room, James placed his crossbow on the table and approached Dewby. His cane ticked across the stone floor as he hobbled toward him, eyes focused on the vague outline of the rabbit in the haze as he seemed to slump over onto the ground. His bushy ringed tail was nearly wagging as he focused on the struggling shape on the floor.
Dewby whimpered as he struggled with his own clothing, feeling it bunching up against him. His robe was becoming baggier by the second, bunching up around his feet. He didn't realize why until the haze cleared enough for him to get a good look at his surroundings. The white raccoon was already towering over him, growing steadily larger as that tingling sensation in his body intensified.
With a terrified shriek, Dewby turned as an enormous paw reached for him. He was pulled up short when he tried to flee, snatched by the scruff of his neck. James effortlessly lifted the now-tiny rabbit from the floor, grinning as he watched his legs scramble uselessly in the air. The raccoon placed Dewby's feet against an upturned paw, giving the rabbit solid "ground" for a moment.
"Poor li'l bunneh. So helpless without your staff."
Dewby twisted sharply to one side in an attempt to dislodge himself, but James's hold on his scruff was firm. The raccoon wasn't going to let his catch escape easily. He hummed quietly as he hobbled to a nearby chair and sat down, leaning his cane against the table. Bringing the green rabbit up to eye level, James smirked.
"What to do with you," James mused as he watched Dewby dangle defeatedly from his fingers.
"Uh, l-let me go?" Dewby asked hopefully, avoiding eye contact with the enormous white raccoon.
"Oh, not a chance," came a chuckling reply. "After everything you've all put me through, I'm going to be sure the lot of you are no longer a threat."
A soft whimper was the only reply James got. He reached up and lightly poked Dewby's belly, making the naked rabbit swat at his finger to push it away. The raccoon drew Dewby closer to his muzzle and inhaled sharply, getting a whiff of the rabbit's scent. He was surprised he find that it was unusually sweet, hinting at a pleasant taste. A pair of green paws flew up instinctively when a black tongue slurped up Dewby's cheek, futilely trying to avoid the slimy appendage.
Much to James's satisfaction, the rabbit seemed to taste just as sweet as he smelled. There was a distinct citrusy flavor on the rabbit's fur, as if he'd bathed himself in fruit. It warranted a second lick, much slower and more deliberate. Dewby whimpered as the enormous tongue scraped up his body, mussing his fur and leaving a glistening trail.
"Tempting as it is to make a snack out of you, I've got something much more fitting in mind."
Dewby was afraid to ask what James had in mind. He shivered as the raccoon's black tongue slurped wetly over his face while James's free paw wandered down to his trousers. The steady licking served as an effective distraction, blocking Dewby from seeing what was going on down below. Each wet slurp made the rabbit whimper and squirm weakly.
As James's tongue thoroughly coated the rabbit in glistening drool, his free paw hastily unbuckled his pants. He popped the button open and unzipped himself, letting his pants fall open in front to expose a fuzzy white sheath. Pressing his palm against the warm sleeve, James slowly rubbed himself with a quiet groan. His gentle touch had an immediate effect, stirring the hidden length to life. Rocking his hips gently, James groped himself as his sheath began to swell and fill out into his fingers.
A heated growl escaped the raccoon's lips when his fingers brushed over an emerging black tip. It sent a shiver up his back that briefly distracted him from his licking, leaving Dewby to wonder what exactly James was up to. He wouldn't have to wait long, though. As the raccoon's paw began to stimulate the emerging black shaft, it swiftly pushed free of the fuzzy sheath.
Within moments James's fingers were curled around a full ebony length, hips rolling gently as he stroked himself. He shivered with excitement, shaky moans escaping his lips when he gave the base a soft squeeze. When his thumb circled over the sensitive tip, a drip of pre welled up that smeared over the glistening ebony flesh. Another gentle swipe over the tip coaxed out another bead of slickness, but this time James let it be. He felt sufficiently ready for what he had in mind for the tiny lapine nuisance. Slender fingers stroked down to the base and squeezed lightly as he lowered Dewby away from his dark tongue. The rabbit's fur was thoroughly matted by this point, clinging wetly to his cheeks and shoulders from James's diligent licks. The raccoon's pink eyes shined with mischief as he smirked at his tiny captive, squeezing his fingers lightly around Dewby's middle.
"I think you're sufficiently ready for the rest. Any last words, bunneh?"
"Please let me go," Dewby whimpered, putting up a weak struggle.
James chuckled softly. "If you insist." Slouching down in his chair, James lowered Dewby slightly before releasing him. The rabbit shrieked loudly, his arms flailing helplessly as he tumbled down until he landed on James's belly, bouncing slightly against his soft fur. The rabbit latched on to the soft fur to prevent himself from sliding down, shivering in fear from the unexpected plummet.
"I'd suggest choosing your words a bit more carefully, next time," James said with a nasty smirk. A thumb and forefinger curled around the base of his shaft, pointing the glistening tip at Dewby's feet. The raccoon's other paw pressed firmly against the rabbit's back, hugging him into the soft fur lining James's white belly. Dewby made muffled protests as he pushed and struggled beneath the heavy paw, but there was little he could do to resist James.
The raccoon's fingers squeezed gently around Dewby's hips and thighs, pinning his legs together as he was inched lower. When the rabbit's green feet bumped the tip of James's erection, a shiver ran up the raccoon's back. The jolt of pleasure prompted an involuntary thrust of his hips, smearing slick precum over Dewby's feet in the process.
Feeling heat and wetness against his paws, Dewby peered down to investigate. While he couldn't see the pulsing ebony shaft due to the white paw around his middle, his proximity to the raccoon's lap gave him a clear enough idea of what was poking him. The feel of that warm flesh grinding against his feet made him blush in spite of his situation. A husky groan escaped James's lips when Dewby deliberately rolled his oversized feet over the glossy head, making the raccoon squirm.
"Oh, ya' want it, eh? Guess I shouldn't keep ya' waiting then."
James's smirk turned rather sinister as he ground the rabbit's feet against the tip of his shaft, groaning under his breath. With one paw holding the base of his shaft and the other pinning down Dewby's arms and thighs, James pushed his feet firmly against the glossy black tip. With a soft thrust and a muted slurp, the shrunken lapine's toes disappeared into James's urethra.
"H-hey, what are you doing?" Dewby inquired fearfully, feeling his feet binding together in a slimy, hot grip.
Biting his lip to muffle a moan, James was too distracted to reply. His ringed tail flicked excitedly back and forth as Dewby's feet disappeared entirely beneath the black flesh. Slick precum welled up around Dewby's legs, soaking the rabbit's green fur helpfully. The ebony shaft throbbed around Dewby's feet and ankles, tugging lightly at him as if the raccoon's shaft was actively trying to swallow the small rabbit.
Panic began to set in as the moist grip crept up Dewby's legs. With each gentle thrust, the rabbit's legs dipped farther into the tight, fleshy tube. Each gentle thrust of the raccoon's hips claimed another portion of the squirming green lapine's legs, smoothly rolling past his knees and up Dewby's thighs. Dewby's mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything to help him escape. The situation seemed entirely hopeless, however.
A husky groan escaped James's lips when the stretched ebony slit kissed the rabbit's green fingers, which were pinned firmly to his hips. He was having trouble holding back the desire to stroke himself, knowing it would easily push him over the edge at this point. James idly traced over the outline of the rabbit's legs in his shaft, sending shivers up his spine and making himself squirm in his seat.
When Dewby's hands disappeared beneath the throbbing flesh, James loosened his grip on the lapine prisoner. With his hands and entire lower body bound in the raccoon's cock, Dewby wouldn't be going anywhere unless James pulled him out. No amount of struggling would free him. That didn't stop Dewby from trying, however. When James's fingers slipped away from his waist, he twisted himself sharply to one side, then the other. This only served to wedge him deeper into the raccoon's shaft with a wet squelch, much to his horror.
"H-hey...easy there," James gasped, involuntarily thrusting his hips into his fingers. "Ah know ya' really want in, but settle down a bit."
The raccoon's teasing words made Dewby blush in spite of the situation. He squirmed helplessly as the throbbing length squeezed around his legs, gently tugging at him. Each ripple of the fleshy tube coaxed his body deeper, tugging his waist down into the raccoon's shaft. James's fingers kneaded over his length, helping squeeze Dewby deeper while his other paw steadied the rabbit's shoulders. The lapine was now chest-deep in the raccoon's ebony cock, a vague outline of his body visible beneath the bulging flesh.
Resting a finger between Dewby's ears, James caressed the rabbit with surprising tenderness. His nails combed through the green fur as he panted softly, teetering dangerously close to orgasm. The raccoon was doing his best to hold it back, knowing that if he let himself go go the rabbit would likely come shooting back out of his length like a missile. Each wiggle sent a shiver up his back that made him arch and fidget in his seat, biting his lip to muffle soft moans.
With a damning motion, James squeezed his fingers around his length and kneaded down along the bulging outline. Dewby's shoulders disappeared into the gaping slit with a lewd slurp, leaving only a green-furred head protruding. Slick, musky precum welled up around his neck, smearing Dewby's cheeks as the tip hugged him like a living collar. The rabbit tipped up and gave James a desperate, pleading expression. The rabbit's large ears pinned back as he wiggled helplessly, feeling the slick passage clenching around him ominously.
"Please, don't do this," he said softly. He knew that James wouldn't listen, but it was the only chance he had.
Lost in the moment, Dewby's words barely registered. James's fingers trailed lazily up and down his length, admiring the various bulges that Dewby's body made. He teased himself like this for some time before his fingers squeezed around his swollen length once more. With a smooth downward stroke, Dewby's head disappeared into the darkness. The rabbit's long ears were the only thing left, flicking lightly as they sank inside, finally allowing the raccoon's stretched tip to squeeze closed.
"Mmh, almost done, bunneh. Just a li'l deeper," James breathed, his tail thumping against the chair as it wagged excitedly. He continued to knead and squeeze Dewby teasingly as he slid deeper, the distinct bulges disappearing beneath the rim of the raccoon's sheath. Feeling the rabbit disappearing into deeper places in his body, James couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Sliding a pre-slicked paw over his tip, James squeezed himself as he began to stroke quickly up and down the throbbing ebony cock. His breaths grew ragged, interrupted by sharp gasps and shameless moaning. James hunched forward as the pleasure quickly overwhelmed him, digits sliding quickly over his dark shaft. As Dewby's distinct outline disappeared entirely under his retracted sheath, the raccoon hit his peak.
Letting out a sharp cry that echoed through the chamber and down the corridor, James thrust his hips into his fingers. Feeling the rabbit suddenly shifting upward as a result of his orgasm, James was quick to clamp his fingers over the base of his member. Dewby halted abruptly, pinned in place as James's urethra squeezed his body uncomfortably tight. Thick bursts of raccoon semen surged up around him, thoroughly coating Dewby in it in the process.
Cheeks flushed noticeably, James crooned in bliss as he spilled his load onto his soft belly. His hips bucked lightly with each throb, helping coax out every drop of slick seed he had to offer. By the time the raccoon's spurting began to taper off, his belly and fingers were a sticky mess. He relaxed the vice-grip on his shaft, knowing that the remaining contractions would be too weak to force his lapine prisoner free.
Dewby was relieved to feel that tight squeeze let up, allowing him to breathe somewhat comfortably again. In his current situation, though, there was little fresh air to be had regardless. His head was already growing fuzzy, his body weak from the desperate struggling. He knew that his situation was hopeless, but blindly prayed that James would set him free. Unfortunately, the white raccoon had an agenda. Allowing his victim to escape was not part of it.
Lifting his paw way from his sticky length, James purred as he began to lick his fingers clean. There was a distinct citrus flavor to his seed that made him smile, encouraging him to groom his paws nearly spotless. He tucked one finger at a time into his muzzle and suckled gently to ensure that every drop had been removed from his fur.
Licking his lips, James reclined back in his chair, thighs spread wide. He could still see the subtle outline of the rabbit's head beneath the rim of his sheath, twitching lightly as Dewby put up one last feeble struggle. Grinning smugly, James pressed a few fingers against the vague bulges. He kneaded over Dewby's body, helping ease the rabbit deeper until the outline disappeared entirely. The sensation of the rabbit wiggling deep in his body made him fidget in his seat.
"Probably my favorite way of dealing with rabble," James chuckled, cautiously rising from his chair to button up his pants. He propped himself against his cane as he straightened out his clothing, ignoring the sticky mess that remained on his belly. He would have to deal with that later.
A feeble squirm deep in his body made James clench up involuntarily. Dewby was putting up a futile last struggle, though he was accomplishing little more than stimulating the raccoon's body to drag him deeper. Before long the rabbit found himself deposited face-first into a slippery sac, the contractions forcing him into the slimy chamber. The smell of raccoon spunk was heaviest here, giving Dewby a good idea of where he was situated. He pushed his paws against the walls of the slimy chamber, whimpering as he desperately tried to maintain consciousness.
James took a deep breath and let it out in a content sigh as he felt Dewby settling into place. The rabbit wouldn't be going anywhere for some time now. Inside, the walls were already growing slicker, drooling with tingling seed over Dewby's body. He whimpered softly, knowing that his situation was completely hopeless. He closed his eyes, hugging himself tightly as he allowed the desire to sleep to eventually claim him.
Satisfied that the rabbit had given up, James hummed to himself as he hobbled through the now-silent dungeon. His ringed tail flicked idly back and forth as he pulled open a heavy wooden door that lead to a winding staircase and ducked inside. Idly drumming his fingers against his belly, the raccoon grinned smugly to himself.
"Sleep tight in there, bunneh. Let's hope your friends fare better than you did..."