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Incubus: Virgin Virus

-By FurryYunSeong/AitosSaibankan-

-Side Story 1-

As my return to writing, instead of just immediately resuming my story, I opted for making a side story instead. I have several of these planned that further flesh out each character's individual story. This time we'll be dealing with our lovable hyperphallic demon, Toby and his lover, Alex.

Disclaimer: It is recommended that you're over 18 while reading this. It's mostly homosexual erotica; steer clear if you don't approve.

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--No More Nostalgia--

--Toby's Story--

You must already know what an Incubus is, or must at least be interested in them. I think it's best if I start by describing the Incubi; the hypersexual being.

These are beasts with the body of men, with fine fur covering every inch of their bodies. Bat-wings let them fly; their hands and feet are armed with sharp claws, and in their mouths, piercing fangs. Not to forget the muscular tail that swings behind them. Anyone who sees them will instantly think of them as demons, but they are so much more.

They are fascinating creatures. Their sculpted bodies can only grow more beautiful. Anywhere they walk, they drive everyone crazy. If one gets close enough, you'll beg it to do anything to you. Most of the people think of them as some old legend, many claim that it was invented to protect flawed religious practices.

Incubi feed by absorbing the life force out of humans and animals, which they acquire through bodily fluids and contact. This is best achieved during intercourse. Thus, it's generalized that Incubi feed by sex. To many humans, that sounds like a heavenly proposal.

By now, I'm just pointing out random facts about them... I may not be the best to describe these creatures. A friend of mine studies them thoroughly, so if you really want to go in depth, you should check his research.

But; this writing is about one particular Incubus.

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Toby was what the demons would call a feral Incubus. This means that Toby fed on animals rather than humans. People were not entirely excluded from Toby's ‘diet', but where he lived, they rarely crossed his path. This also meant that Toby acted more on instinct; his way of communicating was more animal like; like a dog. Demons not only absorb nutrients out of their victims, they also part of their psyche. A demon's personality has a lot to do with the beings they absorb. By that logic, one would think that all Toby did was to fuck the brains out of Golden Retrievers; he even pants like a dog on occations. I don't know that much of Toby's past, that's up to him to tell me.

Our subject is a tall demon standing at six feet, ten inches. His head fur is light brown and short, very soft and comforting when touched. As all demons, Toby's muscles are well defined. And of course being a demon without need of clothing, view of his well endowments was constant, hanging just above his knees. The fur that covered his body was of a tan-brownish color, his chest and belly had a lighter variation of it. The two-tone complexion really suits Toby and his personality.

To this point, I talk like I know Toby. I definitely know him, more than anyone. By technical terms, he's my mate; my life partner. But let me explain how we met; which in turn will explain how Toby ends up the big hyperphallic hulk of love.

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I worked for as an intern biologist, being contracted as part of a team. We were a team of four, we were sent to a jungle in the middle of nowhere to record all the species we found. It was a stupid idea, but they convinced us by saying that this was a virgin island; lost in time, not found till recently, hiding many creatures not know to mankind. We were too excited to mind the dubious nature of our employers. The luxurious travel and quick, painless arrival to that mysterious island just made everything seem like another adventure. It made the four of us feel like Darwin. Several guards suited in S.W.A.T-like outfits escorted us around wherever we chose to go. By nine, we were required to return to base camp, which was another chunk of luxury. I constantly wondered who had the money to pay for all of that. I mean, it was like a five-star hotel. A bunker with the quality of a five-star hotel is one damn fine bunker. But details are meaningless here. We move on.

We found various birds and fishes, and many, many insects, all of them new entries. It filled us with great excitement. The new creatures that we found we logged, then taken back to the base to examine, all a very seamless work. For a month, this was the best thing a biologist could as for. Well, at least for a rookie like me it was. And the veterans were enjoying it too.

The actual story begins one particular day, it was cloudy. So far, in the month we had spent there, the sky above us was cloud-free and sunny, which also meant hot as hell. So the extra clouds brought a welcome shade and a decrease in temperature. Other than that, we took a usual expedition to a still unexplored area in that unnamed virgin island. Our mysterious employer definitely had a gift for planning, making us check the island by quadrants, military style. The S.W.A.T figures even whispered things in their military Tango-Echo-Charlie language.

Our ride parks and we spread to cover as much as possible, the S.W.A.T look-alikes following us and actually making us feel safe. I made sure no dead leaf or rock was left unturned, keeping my sights mostly on the ground and ignoring the light that shined between the tree branches and the sea of leaves above, as well as the complaining pain of my neck. It could not have been even a quarter mile of me walking around - around half an hour - before fate brought Toby into my life. This is where things started to get real interesting.

I pause my search for a second to let my neck readjust (staring at the ground as you move is not good for your neck or back...). I stretch my arms high above my head, they felt stiff, and clean up my glasses, they were quite dirty. Putting back the cloth in my pocket. I just feel something pulling my legs from the ground, forcefully, making me fall face first into the ground within seconds. My slacks are yanked clean off my legs, with my tight underwear, socks and sneakers included, and I land on the dirty ground. A quick scream follows, and I'm just dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? A vine trap? So we have aborigines in this unnamed virgin island?

My first thoughts cross my mind. First instinct is to try and get up again, then find out exactly what happened. I cry out to the S.W.A.T-like fellow, but all I see is dirt, I try to lift up my head, and then I'm pinned down entirely. Under my belly, dirt and leaves, and pressing on my back tightly; fur, warmth, comfort. A musky smell fills my nostrils and jets into my mind. I'm able to look up finally and catch the guard's feet, but I no longer care. And it's not precisely because I don't want to care.

I'm terrified. I'm gonna be eaten by a lion or something. And all I can do is breathe on this smell that makes me not care... It's making me horny too. My dick is just starting to harden, being pressed under my belly against the dirt. Ugh, my cocks dirty, I'm naked on the cold ground...

I feel so much muscle pressing against me, it feels sort of good. It feels like a man. I'm then wrapped hard in a pair of muscular arms. My rectum is subsequently invaded, quickly, cleanly and precisely. Pain and massive amounts of pleasure invade me, along with fascination. No man can hit an asshole with such precision, specially an untouched asshole such as mine.

So there I was, on the ground, about to be violated by an aborigine. And physically, I was starting to like it, a lot. But terror, it filled me, so I just shut down, and left the primal part of my mind just handle whatever the hell is going on.

The cock in me is so thick, warm, pulsating. A second later it's pulling out and pushing in, so much pleasure. The powerful hip movements just drag me along, and my own cock is getting some weird sort of pleasure out of the dirty, cold jungle ground... I just hope nothing gets in there, or that it doesn't get bruised... I should cover my crotch next time I fall like that.

I just keep getting these crazy thoughts as the fucking gets faster and harder. I'm being dragged inches forward and inches backward, and it is now that I realize I'm panting like a whore, and sweating like a pig. Then I feel very, very dirty, in the entire sense of the word.

The aborigine is hairy, very hairy. Furry; he simply has too much hair, I feel no skin, even the cock is hairy. It feels so much better than normal skin. Even better than a woman's skin. All those follicles rubbing against my bare skin trigger so many thousands of nerves so precisely, it's impossible to describe. I'm being fucked like a piston by a big, burly, furry aborigine. I feel that my life is just draining away, turning into just a pool of pleasure I could drown in. Vision becomes blurry, but the sense of touch just heightens. The smell is stronger, and I can hear my violator growl in rhythm with the fucking and my moaning. My dirty cock is getting close to the edge.

My violator turns me on my back. This is good, my dick stops rubbing on leaves and dirt. He turns me around his cock like a bolt on a screw. Massive payloads of pleasure, my violator growls deeply and quite vocally. It's such a sexual voice. I land gently on my back, still attached to my aggressor's huge dick, and I use what's left of my vision to try and catch who the hell is giving me the best ride of my life. And psychologically, I am deeply disturbed. Being violated is supposed to be awful. I'm hating that I'm enjoying it. Then I focus. This is no man, and if it is, that's one hell of an outfit. Then the fucking resumes; missionary position.

My legs are spread wide, and there is much pain, but it's drowned out by the pleasure. This furry man presses on to me, and just focuses everything he has on those fucking hips. I fee like I'm gonna be ripped in half by how fast and hard. I'm definitely gonna end up with something broken inside there. And my breath's just fading fast. Moaning quickly becomes a hassle. But I have to moan, each time that cock hits my prostate, it just forces everything inside me to make me moan.

Just one last bit of breath... just....

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I'm out like a light. I just got violated in the middle of the jungle by a monster in a virgin island, just south of Hell and Purgatory. Where am I gonna end up in? Who's going to pay for this? Why did I enjoy it so much? What happened to the other three?

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Three... Two... One... I'm back.

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My eyes flicker open as they adjust to a bright light. I feel stiff and sore, and cold. It takes me a long time and a few yawns to realize that I'm naked in a human sized test tube, full of green juice, attached to a breathing apparatus. Very sci-fi, much unexpected. But, I guess it's the best way to end up after being raped into a coma. In front of me is another human-sized test tube, occupied. It had a tall man. Furry, with wings, claws, fangs a thick tail, and a big dick.

I may not have been fully awake at the time, but I was sure that the thing a few yards in front of me was my violator. Being cut from his touch and smell, I still found him sexy. What's more, I didn't feel scorn, or vengeance. As my mind went back into a more lucid state, I kept thinking about it. I'm surprised I could remember it so clearly. All I cared is that it was the best sex in my life. Now, if only anyone would tell me what is this place and why are we here. Why is HE here?

I look around. It's a lab, all gray, metallic, and sterile. Very generic, lacking any necessity to be described any more. I could not do anything. My hands and legs were trapped in metal restraints, and there was a metal rod keeping my back straight. My back may have been broken in that monster fuck I had... it takes me another second to realize just how messed up that is.

The next second, all my attention focuses on the big furry man. He's doped up on something. They take him out of the tube - lucky guy - and move him to a test table. A full set of sadistic torture devices quickly surround the furry monster in less than a second; I assume whatever scientists were here were going to conduct an experiment on the poor furry monster. Restraints capture the monster's wrists and ankles. I see him tilt his head, and our eyes meet.

What lovely eyes, they're just so pure.

I feel connected to him, in that instant, that our lives are one and the same. This just keeps getting crazier. I must be drugged on something.

But... it's a good feeling... and my heart's beating so fast, I feel so warm. All I wanted to do was to trade places with him. But I was imprisoned. I wanted to free my violator and be with him, but all I was able to do was to see him be tortured.

Most of the scorching lights were turned off. Many, many thin tubes impale my furry friend, while his cock gets encase d in a vacuum-sealed tube, much larger than it. An even thinner tube probes the entrance of the cock. The furry monster can barely even struggle in the restraints of the test table. I'm sure that all the strength he's using is just making him twitch. I can't hear anything from the outside, but I'm sure there must be a lot of growling.

A stitch is flipped on, and the thin tubes tighten up. A neon green liquid courses through them at rapid speed, gushing into the man-creature, apparently filling him. It looks painful; he quickly tenses up. Even his cock is getting filled with that drug.

It was easy to see what the drug was doing. Toby's muscles slowly bulged out and increased in mass, so many veins. The already big fellow was getting huge. His neck muscles thickened, shoulder muscles swelled into perfectly round balls, his pectorals turned into mountains of beef, with perfect nipples on top. His ripped abs turned into a ripped valley of solid rock, a 10-pack as some say. His biceps and arms turned into incredible packs of corded muscle, so did his thighs and calves. Three minutes pass, and the machines done. The tubes retract.

The most impressive result is revealed: the cock. It was massive, towering at three feet, glistening with lubrication, and was outright perfect. It throbbed visibly. As soon as the restraints were off, the furry monster just grabbed that monster dick and tugged on it a few times. That thing just blasted semen everywhere, it covered some of the glass of the tube I was in. The furry monster just feel back on the table.

My whole body shudders violently and fills with massive satisfaction. I sigh in the breathing apparatus and look down, my own semen floated along the green fluids. Guess the whole spectacle had me going too.

The gigantic dick that the furry monster had attached did not go down after that blast, but the owner was out cold. The scientists just activated a rail system to take him out of the lab. The table was slowly moved out of sight, taking my violator and his new form away.

Still no explanations... I was so confused. I just wanted to go home; or inversely, see my violator, and be with him. A second passes. The same tube that was keeping my back straight moves to a lower position, and then probes me with a very precise motion. There's no pain, just some slight pleasure. It begins jet pumping some other drug into my rectum. The pressure that builds inside me speeds up my breathing. It starts to feel really good, and then I pass out...

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I wake up, taking some time to readjust, as usual. I'm back at the jungle. At least that's good. But... I'm naked. Not good. I stretch, yawn. My vocal cords are working correctly. I shout for help, I just get shouted back by myself. Damn echo. I look around, walk around, touch myself. I feel different, very different. No mirrors around, so I look for a water source. I look at myself. I compare my old self to what I look now. They had done something to me.

I did not look like a scrawny geek that just came out of military school. My muscles were round and defined, a lot more visible than before. I felt stronger. My dick grew too. Should've thought it'd be obvious. But the weirdest thing I found when I touched my own ass... it had a tail attached. I turn to give it a good look... it's thick and fleshy, like a lizard tail, but without the scales. Without much thinking, I move it around. It's sort of prehensile. I manage to grab my own arm and a few other stuff on the ground. The stubby tip is smooth and soft. I'm quickly reminded of my violator. I suddenly want to see him again, feel him again. I creep my own new stubby tail near my own asshole and just start sliding it gently inside myself. One of my hands naturally slides down to give my cock some pleasure, another just grabs my chest. I start to masturbate. On the back of my head, this is a terrible idea. Jacking off in the middle of nowhere... how indecent. But it feels like such a good idea, and it feels so good...

I had never thought about sex so much... it feels so great. And, with what they did, I feel like I just have to. So there I am, after a few minutes I'm just rolling on the ground, fucking myself with my own tail while jacking off, and I'm having a blast.

A quick question arises. Why did they do that to me? Why a tail? Why me? But those questions won't be answered.

I'm at my edge, after what felt like half an hour of self-fucking. It was unbelievably good. Then I feel a big, fleshy tongue slime the right side of my face, as if a huge dog just licked me. I quickly turn. It was my furry violator, in all his swollen, experimented-on glory.

He dwarfed me, now more than 8 feet tall, and he was just sitting there beside me, his huge cock standing proud, pulling my eyes and thoughts towards it like an abstract magnet of desire. My furry monster was murring in a low tone. I walk toward him, looking into his big eyes.

He grabs the base of his cock, not doing anything but holding on to it. I just reach out to touch it, then I hug it with my whole body. It feels so lovely, warm, throbbing. I love it. I hump it slightly, it's simply irresistible. My furry monster just moves his big hand around to tap my ass with his fleshy fingers, keeping my new tail in between two of them while pushing me into his cock slightly. I reach up to his cockhead to bathe my hands in his goo and taste his essence.

Pulling it to my head, licking it and swallowing it, I realize the obvious: heavenly. I am loving everything about my violator, and we haven't even talked yet.

• "What's your name?" - I ask. My monster most likely doesn't even know what words are.

• "Toby" - he answers, and I'm just baffled once again.

He pulls me from his cock, and hugs me tenderly with both corded muscle arms, pressing my head into his pectorals. I feel so unbelievably safe and warm there that I quickly get drowsy. I begin kissing and licking his flesh and fur, that taste, the taste of my monster. He's mine, all mine. My cock is nuzzled tightly in his ridged abs.

• "Toby" - I whisper. - "You're mine Toby" - I manage to look at him, catching his eyes.

He answers by kissing me; a huge kiss that covers my whole face and leaves it slobbery. Then he presses his big nose against me.

• "Mine" - he growls, in a tone that is both gentle and very pleased.

• "I'm Alex, and I'm yours." - I reach up to his muzzle, to caress it. He murrs deeply, vibrating me to the core.

He hugs me tightly, between his towering cock and colossal arms. I am loved by a fortress, which in turn can pleasure me, and I can pleasure back.

It took me just seconds to realize that where I was, I was happy. Very, very happy. This primal setting was just right. Everything just happened suddenly. Everything was fucked up beyond comprehension. I still had many questions. But if it were not for the fucked up situation, I would not be with my Toby.

From this point onward, life with Toby just became more interesting, and Toby proved to be an excellent life partner. He soon was my everything, and I was his everything.

As my questions were answered, new ones arose...