Done Bullying
Warning: the following story contains homosexual relations, buiding-sized furries, and furs being eaten and killed. If any of that bothers you, please do not read this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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"Listen!" the husky pleaded. "I found something - something I can't do anything with, but you guys might want."
"What is it? Straight porn, you little faggot freak?" Damien the lion laughed at the pipsqueak husky. Just a freshman in their school, the little prick kept popping up around Damien. He picked on Roger pretty often, but the little nerd had it coming. Must have been 14, maybe 50 pounds smaller than him, and always trying to hang with the cool kids - despite never smoking in his life, and probably not even jacking off yet. He wore some department store get-up with a plain T-shirt and cargo shorts. Never figured out how to dress gangsta, like Damien - too-large athletic shorts slid down to show the top of his boxers, and a no-arms jersey that showed off his biceps to the ladies.
Damien's friends laughed at his joke, too. John the doberman and Zach the tiger always hung out with him, talking shit and ogling girls. They were both juniors, like Damien, and knew shit, unlike this little husky prick.
"No - it's weed. Somebody dropped a bag out in the woods, and I found it. If you promise to leave me alone for the rest of the year, I'll show you where it is," the young husky ventured, staring defiantly at the older lion.
"Hmm... lemme think about that," Damien responded. He pulled his boys over for a huddle a few feet from the husky. They leaned down in a football-like huddle and exchanged quiet words, probably unheard by the husky in the loudness of the period change in the crowded North Valley High School hallway.
"So guys, do we beat him up and make him get it for us, or just pretend we'll stop making fun of him 'till he gives it over?" the devilish lion asked, chuckling quietly.
"Hmm..." John considered. "I was gonna mention, dude, I got this new video - with Sandra Shagnice in it! I bet it'd be even better with some pot. Promise the kid, get the stuff, and meet up at my place?"
The three juniors nodded in unison, making assenting grunts. "Alright, kid," Damien said, his tail twitching idly behind him, "You got yourself a deal, Roger. Meet me at my car after school, I'll drive you home and you can get me the stuff. Sound alright?"
"Sure," the younger husky said, with a twitch of slyness in his voice. What was that about?
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Damien climbed into his car - a hand-me-down 1980's auto from his brother, and Roger climbed in next to him in the passenger seat. The husky looked around as if mystified by the auto, which really looked pretty crappy on the inside.
"So where's your place?" Damien asked. He worked out directions with the brat for a moment, then sped off at speeds comprehensible only to the young and immortal. It was only a few minutes away - the husky usually walked home, but soon the pair was pulling into the driveway of the Roger's home. It was a rambling, one-story affair surrounded by similar homes that looked like a commercial straight out of the 50's.
"Come inside, please," the husky asked. "I don't wanna be seen with it in public."
Damien sighed and rolled his eyes, his hands twitching his mane a tad in frustration. "Fine," he said, turning the car off and getting out. The pair quickly proceeded up the patio to the doorway, which Roger hastily unlocked. They wandered into the living room, which was a quaint old thing. Worn-in furniture, pictures of family stretching back several generations, and even an old-fashioned grandfather clock adorned the room, giving it a homey, country sort of feel to it.
Once inside, Damien closed the door, and the husky turned about to face him. "I've got something to tell you," the youth looked Damien straight in the eye now.
"You lie to me?" Damien jumped to a conclusion, taking a few steps forward to get in the husky's face. The lion had several inches on the husky, and cut a pretty intimidating figure, but Roger didn't back off an inch.
"Yeah, I did lie to you," Roger smiled viciously.
"The fuck you think you're doing, you little faggot? You wanna get the shit beat outta you?" The lion shoved the husky twice - hard. Roger fell back a few steps, but held himself up.
"You can try," the Husky bravely challenged, "but I can do something you can't, now."
"What, you learn kung-foo or something?" The lion laughed a deep, belly laugh.
"No," Roger growled, "... this."
And suddenly, the Husky started to grow. Damien actually saw the little brat gain four inches, until he was equal height with the lion. His muscles expanded, too, giving him a more buff and toned appearance than the scrawny husky wore a few minutes ago.
"YOU! Are not gonna boss me around any more!" The husky yelled at the lion, poking him in his thin athletic jersey.
Damien nearly pissed himself, and took a step or two back, saying, "What the FUCK, man?!"
The husky grew a few more inches, until he was nearly a head taller than the lion. Well over six feet now, the husky's bulk presented quite a threatening figure for Damien, whose clear flight instincts kicked in. He turned and bolted, sprinting towards the door and flung it open. He heard the loud pounding of the husky's steps behind him, as he barely escaped the house.
Damien ran for his car, threw open the door and climbed in. He plugged in the keys and revved the engine, throwing the car into reverse. The lion turned around and was horrified to see a pair of cargo shorts with the fly busted open step into view behind him - the husky must have been twelve feet tall by now, and his thick muscle blocked most of the lion's view of the street. He saw a huge pair of paws reach down and grab his bumper, and as Damien slammed on the accelerator he felt his car raise up to a strange angle. Damien turned to see the asphalt of the driveway rise into view through his windshield. The lion heard himself whimper in fear.
Then the car flipped over sideways. The lion felt it more than saw it - the asphalt in his view rotated a hundred eighty degrees, and Damien felt his stomach do the same thing. The lion slammed into the roof of the car, losing some of the air from his lungs in the process. He coughed and scrounged himself up onto all fours. The lion's enormous foot paws, naked now that the socks and shoes had burst from them, strolled leisurely towards the driver's-side door of Damien's topsy-turvy automobile. The lion crawled towards the passenger-side door as fast as he could, and awkwardly reached up to open it. He slipped out, and looked at the giant husky on the other side of the car. Tatters of former T-shirt hung off the husky's huge shoulders, and only a few strips of the cargo shorts remained on the over sized thighs of the beast. Even the elastic briefs strained at the now-huge husky, and revealed am oblong bulge that Damien preferred not to think about. That damned husky wore a giant, savage grin on his face, which the lion had to look up a good ten feet to see.
Damien panicked again, this time fleeing towards the back of the husky's house - the house being the only thing large enough to act as a barrier between the husky and the lion at this point. He heard Roger take a single step over the car behind him, and someone from down the street scream in horror. The giant husky laughed a deep and heart laugh as he strolled leisurely after the sprinting lion.
Damien fled in blind panic into the backyard of the husky's house - a plain, grassy affair which joined with the neighbor's yards to form a long empty field. He heard the distinctive rip of fabric tearing behind him, and feared that the giant had grown even more huge. His fears were confirmed when the husky, now perhaps 25 feet tall, took one step and turned around, crouching down and taking up most of the combined back yard. He was naked now, too huge for any of the clothing to have survived, and the lion couldn't help but notice the stiff cock as big as him projecting out of the husky's crotch. Damien stopped dead, now too scared to even move.
"Hi," the husky said, with a malicious grin on his face.
Damien clasped his hands together in a gesture of pleading. "Please, man - I'll do anything you want! I'll be your friend, okay? Just please don't kill me!"
Booming laughter resounded throughout the rest of the yard. The husky stood up, and Damien saw one of those massive foot paws leave the ground and hover a few feet over his head. "How does it feel?" the giant husky asked in a thunderous deep voice, "How does it feel to be small, huh?"
With that, the foot paw above him slammed down - not squishing the organs out of the lion, but driving him to the ground and putting a tight squeeze on him. The husky ground him in, twisting the giant foot left and right, and Damien struggled to breath as his head was squished between two of the husky's enormous toes. The smell of giant feet was overpowering, and Damien gagged as much on that as being helplessly squished into the ground. Giant, squishy pads twisted his body left and right - for all of Damien's toughness, he couldn't even try to push against the giant foot pressing down on him. He felt the air rush out of him as the husky squeezed harder and harder, pressing him into the dirt. For a moment, even his sight disappeared as one of those giant toes covered his face.
The husky finally let off, raising his foot off the lion and planting it next to him. Damien gagged and coughed, struggling to breath after nearly being ground into dust. His eyes widened in horror, however, when two fingers almost the size of his torso picked him up ever so gently by the shoulders and brought the lion to dangle in front of the giant husky's face, standing up to a good twenty-five feet in the air.
"Just so you know," the husky said in a voice like two boulders colliding, "I took offense at being called a faggot. I am gay, and that's a mean word to use for us. Now I'm gonna make you gay, too."
Damien was puzzled and terrified by the husky's words - what the fuck did he mean, 'make him gay?' Then the husky's left hand reached up, and with Roger's thumb and index finger ripped off the shirt, shorts, and boxers Damien had so proudly worn earlier in the day. Damien screamed at this, struggling in the giant husky's grip, but to no avail. The husky even reached down and peeled off the lion's shoes and socks, nearly breaking Damien's ankles in the process.
Naked, the lion now hung struggling in the grasp of the husky's right hand. The husky smiled at him as he began stroking his stiff, six-foot-long cock with his left hand. The lion was sickened as he watched Roger leak pre onto his hand and spread it over the stiff member. Nausea welled up in Damien's guts as he began to get an idea of what the husky had in mind.
Roger slid the plam of his hand behind Damien's back, cupping the husky in his right hand. Then, the lion could only yell as the husky slid down to jerk himself off - with the lion pinned to his right hand! Damien was suddenly jammed horizontally between the husky's squishy palm and the right side of that slick, slimy member, and the scent of the husky's crotch washed over and gagged the lion.
Slowly at first, the giant hand started to move, carrying the lion with it. The lion was dragged, naked fur and all, up and down the husky's giant pole, his head slowly passing over the husky's tip before being brought down onto the huge shaft. Damien felt that squishy flesh all over - from his feet pressing into the warm scrotum of the giant dog, from his front being driven into the pre-soaked slimy member, and from his back being shoved down by the husky's giant hand. He slid up and down on the huge penis again, this time more quickly, and passing all the way to the tip.
Roger's grip tightened as a deep growl of pleasure escaped the giant. Damien struggled to breath again as he was pressed more and more against Roger's giant member, sliding up and down it's length as the huge husky masturbated with him. Damien felt sick when he realized his own cock was getting stiff from being pressed into something warm and fleshy, and rubbing up and down. He cried out again, but a muffled "mmmph!" was all that could escape between the pressing palm and the giant cock he slid along. Faster and faster he slid up and down the husky's member, and further, too. The husky started to slide him up so that his torso slid across the tip of the giant. As more pre leaked out, Damien felt it soak into his fur.
Faster and faster, up and down the husky slid on that enormous pole. He felt pleasure and nausea build within him as his own cock responded to the treatment, and sexual heat rushed through him. Faster and faster, pressed into the husky's flesh, the lion rammed up and down the giant, throbbing penis. Finally, Roger's grip tightened until the lion couldn't breath anymore, and rubbed the lion over the giant husky tip one last time. Luckily, Damien took the lion's ejaculation in the torso rather than the face - the stream of hot husky jizz there might have drowned the lion. Nonetheless, the white semen shot out of that giant cock and hit Damien in the chest like a freight train, splattering all over his torso, into his main, up on his face, and even down onto his thighs and legs. Once, twice, thrice! The white ooze shot out of the husky as the giant moaned in pleasure, soaking the husky in its vile scent and pummeling the wind out of him.
Finally, too many breaths later, the husky withdrew the lion from his penis. The giant sat down on the ground, and Damien dangled, too exhausted to move or fight anymore, in front of the husky's face. He looked up at the giant eyes and nose, and a hazy smile bloomed across Roger's face.
A giant finger came up to rub the lion's crotch - Damien shrieked and closed his legs in response, finding a new reserve of energy.
"I see you're a little gayer than you thought, you twit!" The husky threw the words at the lion, pressing his finger between the lion's legs and rubbing gently on the lion's wet crotch.
"Fuck you, you fucking faggot!" Damien shouted as he struggled against the husky's grip, blushing furiously as more of that pleasure welled up inside him, and he became painfully aware of the fact that he hadn't climaxed yet.
"Hahahaha!" Roger laughed, "Says the one who's enjoying this so much he can't keep it down!"
The husky slid the lion closer to his face and used his left hand to pry Damien's legs apart and hold them there. With horror, Damien watched those giant husky lips part to reveal two huge sets of teeth, each as big as his fist, and a tongue almost as big as him. The big husky's tongue slipped out and reached between Damien's legs and began to slurp at his underside, licking all at once from his tail, across his asshole, his entire underside, and his balls and cock.
Roger's grip held Damien up by the armpits, preventing his arms from reaching down to do anything, but the lion struggled nonetheless. Tears streamed down his face as he shouted over and over, "No, stop it! Stop it you fucking whore! Fuck! Stop! No!"
But the husky lapped and licked, that warm, wet tongue sliding over and over the lion's sensitive areas. Despite his brain, Damien's body responded to the squishy flesh lapping gently across his privates, and more of that glowy, wonderful pleasure built up to nestle alongside the sheer terror and horror that had taken over Damien's mind. The huskly's tongue rolled across his underside, licking and stroking the lion as more and more pleasure built within Damien. With a few more of the quick, strong laps across his underside, balls, and pulsing member, Damien couldn't help himself - he came, howling in fury, terror, and pleasure all at once. He spewed his semen onto the giant husky's tongue as pleasure exploded through him. After a few spurts, he felt himself run dry, and once more hung limp and exhausted in the husky's grasp. That tongue retreated into the husky's huge jaws, and Damien once more dangled in full view of Roger's face.
"Hmmm..." Roger said, growling like ominous thunderclouds. "You enjoyed that, didn't you, Damien?"
Damien could only sob weakly.
The husky smiled cruelly, enjoying his enemy's suffering. "You know, you tasted pretty good..." the husky said casually. "I wonder how the rest of you tastes, soaked in my cum?"
With fresh horror, and a strength born only out of survival instincts, the lion yelled in sheer terror as he saw the husky's maw open and inch forward to greet him. He struggled weakly against the giant husky's grip, but even as he did his brain knew it would do no good. The husky's tongue snaked out once more and slipped behind his legs, slicking his back fur with warm, dripping saliva. The lion felt himself raised into a horizontal position as the tongue slid up his back, soaking the rest of his fur with that mouthy wetness. He watched as the teeth in the husky's maw grew nearly a foot taller, and the mouth he faced became a small cavern, just big enough for the teenage lion, if he curled up.
Damien screamed incoherently as he slid into that huge maw, the tongue retreating inside with him on it, and the light fading into darkness as the jaws closed behind him. He cried out as that enormous tongue slammed him into the roof of Roger's mouth, and he held his breath as the husky began to suck on him, drawing all the air out of the mouth. He curled into the fetal position, and that massive tongue slid around him. Light flashed here and there as Roger absently opened his mouth a little, sliding the lion around with that giant tongue. Roger took his time, and Damien felt that giant tongue lick up and down his back, his legs, his face. It slathered across his wet, matted main, licking the cum off his fur.
The tongue wrestled him back into a horizontal position lying on his back on top of the tongue, and Damien felt his feet press against a squishy opening at the back of the husky's mouth. That giant tongue lapped roughly along his torso, tasting the jizz all over the lion, and the jaws closed once and for all. He felt a huge sucking sensation all over his body, and his feet were sucked into that squishy opening. It felt tight, and his feet were encased in warm, slick flesh up to his knees. Damien fought valieantly against being swallowed, but the giant tongue he rested on pressed him against the roof of Roger's mouth, held him still while another swallow sucked the lion deeper into the husky's throat, dragging his whole legs and crotch into that tight, suffocating slickness. He tried to press against the opening with his hands, but the slickness prevented him from getting any kind of grip, and with another sucking sensation, he felt his hands, arms, and torso slide into the husky's throat. With only his head sticking out, the lion sucked in a breath, and then slid down into the dark, squishy tightness of the husky's throat.
He felt himself slide down, and heard explosive gulps as he felt the flesh encasing him sucking him downwards. The warm, slick throat pressed over every inch of his body at once, sliding across every bit of his fur as the lion was sucked inexorably downwards. His head tilted up as the tight, slimy stuff slid past his chin. Finally, his feet reached an open area somewhere inside the husky, and bit by bit he was dropped out. It wasn't big enough, though - after only a foot or so his feet hit a puddle of warm liquid, and as the sucking continued Damien was folded back into the fetal position. At last he dropped out of the throat, and curled into a ball just barely fit in the husky's stomach. When he could no longer bear it, he let go of that precious breath of air, and tried to choke in another... but found nothing. He could see nothing already, but he could feel the coldness flow over him even as a slight burning welled up on his back and rear. That breath was his last.
Damien was done bullying - forever.