With the End of the World, comes a new beginning.
#1 of Commissions
Disclaimer: Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 as it contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature. Seriously, don't do it, if you do, don't come whining to me if you get caught.
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With the End of the World Comes a New Beginning: Commission for DarkAngel27
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Day 14:
It's been fourteen days since I woke up a leopard. Who knows how long since the nukes fell. I write this journal as a way to chronicle society's descent to Hell, and to stay sane as long as possible. I used to be a human, but the radiation somehow changed me into a snow leopard. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I was in the zoo when they fell.
It's the domain of comic book heroes to suddenly change into anthropomorphic versions of animals; I wouldn't have thought it possible either if it didn't happen to me. As far as I know I'm the only one left, the only person that is. There are still mutants abound, ones that aren't quite as civilized as me.
The change was the most painful thing I've ever experienced... the human body is not meant to entirely change into an animal over a span of days. It HURTS, I passed out within 5 minutes and woke up maybe a week or so later, entirely furred and tailed with pointy ears and a feline face. Still, I can't say I entirely hate the changes... the tail gives great balance and the nose is good at pointing me to food... and danger. I don't sweat anymore, which means that I don't have to take showers, a good thing as a shower would expose me to dangerous amounts of radiation in the water. To tell the truth, I haven't drunk anything in days... I'm really thirsty; I might die soon if I don't. I suppose I'll have to drink the absolute minimum, to avoid irradiating myself too much. I suppose that no matter what, I'm going to die... either by being mauled, or by radiation poisoning. It's kind of a blessing to know your fate, there's no uncertainty... no fear... anyhow, back to the change. The fur gets a little hot here in summer... but I have a feeling it will become a necessity when Nuclear Winter rolls around.
Now then, about the radiation... It comes from the nukes that were dropped, I'm not sure how long it's been, but everything has gone to shit now... I'm starting to feel some of my fur fall out, and overall I just feel sick.
I'm getting a little lonely... I yearn for human... or rather possibly inhuman contact, if there are others like me. I live in a military bunker, and I rarely venture outside, except to gather supplies... maybe I should explore the area... there might be others... yeah... I'll do that now...
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James put down his pen and looked outside at the torn, obliterated world. Buildings had collapsed into shards of jutting grey rubble, there were sinkholes everywhere and even worse dangers awaited in the unknown. James rubbed the scar that ran down the side of his face, made when a mutant jumped him and clawed at his face. He hadn't ventured outside since then... he was still scared to. He was forced to swallow his fear today though, he was starting to run out of supplies, and he knew that there was no chance for recovery if he didn't see what lied beyond.
"Why me?" He mumbled as he searched around the bunker for his belongings. He found the M-16 assault rifle that had become his best friend in the previous days as well as his .357 revolver that excelled at removing mutant brains and depositing them on the street several yards away. As he gathered his weapons he got himself dressed as well. Thankfully his size didn't appear to have changed much through the transformation and he pulled on a Motörhead T-shirt and some camo pants, though entirely useless as the world was now entirely gray. As he struggled to pull on his pants and thread his tail through the crudely cut hole in the back, he grabbed a combat knife he had found in the bunker and a katana he had stolen from a museum. He had practiced with it for days and was nearly an expert with it now. He finally got his tail through, straightening it to flex it. He put on some boots, again a necessity as there were a lot of sharp objects protruding on the ground now. He finally grabbed a trenchcoat in case he stayed out at night, though generally not a wise course of action, who knows what came out then?
He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his snow white fur, putting on a pair of Aviator sunglasses to block out the bright light. "Alright, let's rock." He looked closely at his face, his eyecolor: blue, hadn't changed, and he still had his hair, the only human characteristic he still had left, thick black dreadlocks draped down his shoulders. And finally, that scar, the permanent reminder of his stupid mistake on day one. He stuffed a few magazines and extra bullets in his ammo belt, again found on the bunker, before grabbing his weapons and sheathing the katana.
With a loud inhalation to gather his courage, he opened the door to the bunker. Suddenly he screamed and opened fire with the M-16, dropping the mutant that had nearly pounced on him and tore his face off. James grasped at his chest and kicked the corpse outside. "Jesus, not a good start to the day."
He stepped outside, again looking at the same dull landscape. He noticed a lake formed over a crater formed by something, probably a gas line, exploding. Making a mental note to say far away from the radiation magnet he started walking away. His parched tongue refused to let him stay away from the source of water as he started panting. "Well... it's gotta be better than dying..." He scanned the area before kneeling down at the bank. His makeshift Geiger counter started clicking urgently, constructed from his grade school memories, when he had made one for a science fair. He looked down and sighed. "I know, shut up..." Cupping a paw, he plunged it into the water, pulling it back up to inspect the water. "Well... it seems clean enough..." He knelt down to take a drink and lost his control, plunging his head into the water to get a cool, crisp drink in his severely dehydrated body. He came back up gasping, having satisfied his thirst. He lied back on the ground staring at the sky. Suddenly there was a whine and he looked to the side of his head to see a fox. He scrambled upright to look at the animal. "Whoa! You're not mutated!" The fox lost interest and bent towards the lake to take a drink, only then did James see the mutation. The fox had nine tails. James laughed, causing the fox to look back at him strangely before resuming his hydration. "Ah... so that's it. You know, in the old day's you would have been seen as a kitsune, a ninetailed fox spirit, a symbol of good luck. Now you are something much darker... a symbol of the unavoidable fate we now all share." The fox turned and sat on his haunches, flitting his multiple tails around him. "You're not afraid of me?" The fox appeared bored, turning to the side to look at something. "I'll take that as a no... Oh I get it... it's the fur isn't it? The mutants don't have fur, so you know I'm not one." The fox yipped and circled him, brushing against his back. James smiled and scratched behind his ear, which caused him to sit back down and thump the ground with his hindpaw eagerly. "Heh, you're a cute little guy, or at least I think you're a guy... I'll find that out later..." The fox rolled on the ground beneath his feet and James saw how gaunt he was. "Jesus... you're thin, you need food. Hey, you wanna come with me?" The fox yipped happily and wagged several of his tails. "Hmm, you need a name... how about Kitsune... since you are one." He could have sworn the fox nodded. "Well, ok then, let's go." He snuck another glance at the Geiger counter, which was still angrily buzzing at him. "I think I've spent enough time here..."
James was about to set off with his new companion when Kitsune knelt low to the ground and let out a fierce growl. "Whoa... what boy, what is it?" Suddenly there was a piercing scream and several mutants bounded over a bank. James barely had time to pull out the M-16 and shoot one of the mutants in the head. Another appeared behind him and he whirled around quickly, unloading a few rounds into its stomach, he heard a click and he dropped the M-16 to pull out the .357, quickly putting bullets into several others' brains. After dropping six of those, he dropped his .357 and unsheathed his katana in desperation. With a graceful swipe he charged other one of the mindless zombies and cleanly removed his head. After a couple of seconds the blood squirted out of his neck. He felt pressure on his shoulders as one of the mutants, apparently a dog, jumped up and attempted to slash at his neck, unable to shake it off. He removed the combat knife from its pouch and stabbed it right between the eyes, drawing an anguished howl. Ignoring the tears on his shoulder he continued with the katana. "Fuck! Did they all have mutant babies or something?!" He took the katana and stabbed one final mutant between the ribs. "Heh... I think I got them all..." He heard one more terrible scream and he saw a heavily armored mutant lumber over. He saw the 3 inch claws and went to withdraw his katana from the mutant it currently resided in, but it was stuck. He saw the M-16 lying on the ground and he let go of the katana to make a mad dash towards the gun but the tank mutant caught him mid stride, slicing at his back. James screamed in pain and fell over onto the ground. He turned over on his back just in time to see the mutant raise his claws over his head, ready to impale the helpless leopard. Suddenly he heard a fierce growl and Kitsune flew over James' body, latching onto the mutant's throat. The mutant screamed and tried to get the fox off but he was too vicious and he tore off his throat flesh. Within seconds arterial splatter poured from the throat and the mutant fell over, clutching his bleeding throat. Kitsune got behind him and bit at the back of his neck, finally finding purchase and ripping out his brainstem. James moaned a little and got up. "Ugh... this is no place for a 19 year old..." Kitsune ambled over and dropped his trophy at his feet, a piece of the mutant's brainstem. "Good boy..." He patted the top of Kitsune's head.
As James removed his shirt so he could bandage his torn shoulder and back. Kitsune walked over to a mutant and start nibbling at his flesh. James retched, but suddenly his stomach rumbled as well. "Well... beggars can't be choosers..." He pulled his combat knife out of the dog mutant's skull and began dissecting it. He got a particularly large cut of beef from its thigh and grabbed a curved piece of glass off the ground, gathering some wood from a recently fallen building and putting it in a pile. He focused the sun using the glass on a spot in the wood, causing the wood to burst into flame. After setting up a crude stand, he slapped the meat over the fire to cook it, well done... he did not want ANY raw flesh entering his body. As Kitsune eagerly ate one of the mutants, James couldn't help but wonder how he was so healthy, after all, he had probably taken well over the lethal amount of radiation out there. Kitsune looked back at James, as if he could tell he was thinking about him, then went back to eating his prey. "Hmm..." James thought. "He's awfully smart too... is there more to him than I am seeing?"
Kitsune soon ambled over, sniffing at the cooking meat. "No Kit... this is mine." He looked back at the corpse he was eating before, as if to say. "I've got plenty, thanks" While the cut was cooking, James walked over to the carnage he had inflicted, grabbing his M-16 and .357, He quickly slapped another magazine into the M-16, hearing a satisfying click, while he reloaded the .357 revolver by hand, which took considerably more time, after he slid the 6 bullets in, he gave the chamber a quick spin before slapping it into place and placing it into his holster. He went over to the meat again, giving it a quick turn with his knife and set out to the mutant that held his katana. He put his foot on its lifeless body and grunted loudly as he tried to remove the katana. Suddenly it slipped out with a spray of blood and he held it up so it glimmered in the sunlight and the ruby red blood dripped off of the tip. "Ugh... wonderful." He looked at the meat, it was nearly done. He put his knife in the fire to sterilize it and waited. "I don't like this... within minutes, mutants are gonna be smelling the blood." Kitsune perked up his ears and listened for a couple of seconds. He then looked down at the ground, shaking his head, or at least it seemed that way. "Hmm, nothing? Let's hope it stays that way, eh?" He pulled his knife out of the fire, stabbing it through the steak with a satisfying sizzle. He grabbed a flat piece of wood and plopped it down on it. "Hmm, now how am I gonna eat this?"
James could have sworn Kitsune rolled his eyes, he walked over to the corpse, took a gigantic bite, worked his jaw, and then pantomimed swallowing. "No... you can't be serious!" Kitsune nodded. James cringed, "Well, this goes against everything I was taught to believe in... but here goes!" He dangled the steak over his mouth and took a large, mouth filling bite, he chewed the tough meat for half a minute and swallowed. "Well... that wasn't so bad." After 3 or 4 of these huge bites he was finished. "Ugh... I'm going feral... how wonderful." Kitsune perked up his ears and growled lightly, he tossed his head towards a path. James got the message. "Go, now!" He quickly grabbed his things and ran as far away as he could from there. He stopped at some cover made from a partially collapsed 2 story building, a wall or two and the floor above was still standing, but the area around was completely blown away.
Kitsune jumped up onto a nearby ledge and sat on his haunches. "I don't like this... where are the mutants?"
"Has it ever occurred to you that they may be occupied?"
James gasped and turned around, looking for the unknown voice.
"Up here genius."
James looked at Kitsune.
"Kit? Did you just talk?"
Kitsune jumped on a nearby bar, wrapping all of his tails around it and hanging down. "Technically no, figuratively yes. In all actuality I am talking to you via mindlink."
"Wait, what? Mindlink, how?"
Kitsune seemed to be enjoying himself, he rocked back and forth on the bar. "Did you think you were the only lucid mutant? The fallout gave me an extremely strong mind and the ability to resist radiation."
"Were you human? If so, why weren't you turned into an anthro, like me?"
"No, I'm afraid I've always been a fox, I just got the ability to communicate by delving into your memories and manually learning English."
"Whoa... this is a lot to handle..."
Kitsune let go of the bar and dropped to the ground. "Naturally, but we've got more important things to deal with around here. Like I said, the mutants are likely occupied, there is another of... your kind, running about, she's going to get herself killed."
"Wait, did you say she?"
"Yes, I said she, but can you place your immature notions of procreation on hold for a second?! You're not going to get the chance if you don't save her!"
James shook his head. "Right right, I'm going, where is she?"
Kitsune rolled his eyes. "I'm a fox, not a miracle worker, you'll have to find her yourself, I've only got a range of about... hold on, let me access your measuring system." James stiffened as he felt Kitsune forcibly rip something from his memories. "Ah yes, 20 feet."
James shook his head and grabbed the M-16. "Alright, let's go."
He cautiously stepped out of his cover and looked for anything. He saw nothing however except a barren landscape. Nevertheless they soldiered on, looking for the unknown female target. Suddenly they heard the bloodcurdling shriek of a mutant behind him. He whirled around with the M-16, firing at will, however, the bullets seemed to bounce off its body. Kitsune yelped and just barely dodged a sweeping slash at him. "The head you imbecile! The head!" Without warning, several spiked appendages protruded from its skin and shot at James with incredible speed. James screamed and Kitsune jumped between them and James, his body seemed to glow purple and the spikes stopped in midair, then suddenly reversed and shot with bullet like speed back at the mutant's skull. They all connected and it exploded with extreme satisfaction. Kitsune dropped, panting. "Do NOT make me do that again James! Aim for the head! It's the armored ones' weak spot!"
"What did you do?!"
"Ever heard of a thing called telekinesis? But it's VERY tiring, so unless you want me to pass out dead, I'd suggest learning to take care of yourself!"
James shook his head. "I'm only 19! I can't do this!"
Kitsune pounced on James. "You can! You are twice as old as even the oldest fox! If we can learn all of life's lessons in that short span, you should be able to in twice that time! Do you understand me James?! This is not just for you, this is for the survival of your species! Without your seed, there is no future for this world!"
James gulped. "Deep..."
He got off of his chest and started sniffing. "Wait a minute..." James felt something creep into his head and he focused himself to staving it off.
"Oh no you don't! Get out of my head!"
"No no, this is important James, let me in."
Reluctantly, he removed his barriers and felt the fox's spirit creep in, suddenly his eyesight became monochromatic (not a big loss, it already pretty much was.) and he saw illuminated trails on the ground. His angle was also off, as if he was only a foot tall. He realized he was looking through Kitsune's eyes. "Those trails, look." Kitsune turned his head to the right slightly. All the illuminated trails seemed to converge at one spot. "Those are scent trails, all mutant scents, they are all going to one place."
"Which means that she's there!"
Kitsune covered his eyes with a paw. "Great deduction, Sherlock."
Suddenly everything returned to normal, hurting his brain slightly as a mutant appeared on the horizon, hurtling towards him at great speed. He slapped another magazine in and fired at the mutants head, which exploded in satisfaction. "There you go, uses less ammo, less pain to you." There was no time for celebration as a bullet whizzed over his head and he turned to see a mutant with a .308 sniper rifle. "Unfortunately, some of the mutants are rather intelligent... hold on!"
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one being shot at!"
Kitsune ignored him as he bolted off towards the hill the mutant was holed up in. He hid behind a concrete barrier, praying that Kitsune knew what the hell he was doing. A bit more concrete chipped off as the mutant fired another round. "Come on, please don't leave me here..."
Suddenly, he heard a roar and he snuck a look at the mutant, who was struggling to get Kitsune off his back, he was silent and he spasmed slightly as Kitsune bit at the back of his neck, again rending the flesh near his brainstem. He jumped off as the mutant fell down the hill, using his tails to catch himself on a few protruding walls, ceilings, et cetera. Kitsune took the barrel of the rifle in his jaw and scampered over to James, dropping it in front of him. "Got it, want it?"
"Sorry, too bulky for my taste."
Kitsune rolled on the ground a little. "Hmm, can see what you mean. Come on, I think that's the last of them for a while."
"How can you tell?"
"Be blessed you don't have a canine nose."
They ran off as fast as they could towards the spot the scent lines converged. Suddenly Kitsune stopped and James grunted as he forced his mind into his, not even asking for permission, he just crammed it in. "LISTEN!" he said urgently. He tuned into Kitsune's ears. It was extremely faint, but he heard it.
"Damn it! Why are there so... many of you! Let me go you fuckers!"
He ran even faster now, knowing his prize was within reach. He pulled out his katana and slashed at the nearest mutant, once again removing his head cleanly. He pulled out the M-16, quickly reloaded and shot several mutants in the head. After his ammo was out, he quickly slapped in another magazine, turning around and getting the ones who had snuck up on him. He reached for another magazine but realized he had none, he reached for his .357 and raised it up about halfway. By then the last mutant had caught up to him and he locked arms with it, trying to wrestle his gun up. He felt the claws dig into his arms and with a final triumphant roar he raised his gun arm up and pulled the trigger. To his surprise, the mutant's head was quite bulletproof and the bullet bounced off and hit his arm. He cried out in pain and let go. The mutant laughed deeply and slashed at his stomach. James cried out and coughed up a little blood. "Damn it... no!" A pitiful yelp told that Kitsune was out of the fight and James soon blacked out.
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When James woke up he was in... a hospital?
"Ah... I see you have awoken"
James tried to sit up but he groaned loudly and held his stomach.
"Don't try to get up." He looked over to the voice, it was a leopard female quite like himself. "Thanks for the assistance, it at least offered enough of a distraction so I could behead that last one with that sword of yours." She was quite bandaged in some spots, but she was overall less damaged than him. "Look, I really appreciate your help, you were so brave." She walked over to check over his body. "Name's Felicity Greene, you?"
"Erm... James... um..."
"Forgot your last name?" James nodded. "Happened to me too, happens when you are alone for too long, think about it, it'll come back to you." She whistled. "Never thought I'd find another one like me."
"Likewise."
"I patched up your vulpine friend too, nine tails, how's that for irony?"
James remembered Kitsune. "Kitsune! Where is he?!"
"Relax, he's fine, he's just sleeping right now."
"Oh alright..." he lifted up his arm to see and IV in it. "A concoction I cooked up, it reverses the effects of radiation, figured you could have used some."
He sighed. "Yes! Thank you, I thought that was gonna kill me."
Felicity giggled. "So, remember your name yet?"
He thought for a little while, but the drugs were messing with his brain a little. "Name... name... what's my name? Heh... Felicity Greene... her name is a color... Wait a minute... color... color?"
He gasped. "James Grey!"
"Ah, we've apparently got some unoriginal parents."
"You can get up now, I think the biofoam should have set."
"Biofoam?"
"Yeah, I'm a nurse, this is a hospital, it may not be in very much running condition, but the supplies are still there."
She sat down on the bed, sighing wistfully. "So... when are you going to ask me the question?"
"The... question?"
Felicity rolled her eyes. "Please James, I know you must have thought of it at least once. We are the only humans... or humanlike things, left on this planet, we are male and female, we owe it to the future of this world to... you know..."
"Y-you can't be serious?!"
"Oh come on, don't be like that." She knelt down and took the IV out of his arm. After she wheeled the cart away she straddled on top of him and gave him an awkward kiss, not used to the feline faces. After a couple of minutes though, they got really into it, Felicity invaded his mouth with her tongue and James moaned a little as they shared the beautiful moment. James started to pant slightly when Felicity started to rub against his crotch, the only area of his body he hadn't thoroughly checked since his transformation. She reached for the zipper of his pants and James pushed her away. "Wait! You don't even know if I have any viable... genetic material left... I did take in a lot of radiation"
"Oh, I'll be the judge of that..." She smiled and yanked down his pants. He looked down at his stiff cock. He hadn't really looked all that long before, but a lot HAD changed down there, mainly the phallic shape itself, rather than the hooded rod he was used to seeing, it was more a pink, tapered shaft. He was glad to see that he had at least kept one measure of his humanity, and that was the fact that he did not have barbs on his cock, much to his relief. She went down on him immediately and James regained more and more of his memory, he remembered his old girlfriend doing this in a movie theater during a particularly bad movie. He cringed at the memory, his girlfriend... his family... all gone. He didn't have time to think of that though as Felicity took his entire length into her mouth, which elicited a loud moan from him. She swirled around his base and took a long lick to the tip as she slowly bobbed her head. James was in ecstasy, completely at Felicity's mercy. James felt his chest heave as she increased the pace; she started to moan a little herself, as she delved a paw into her sacred area, obviously turned on. James closed his eyes, unable to contain the yips of pure joy escaping his lips. Suddenly he felt his balls tension slightly. "Ugh! Felicity! I'm gonna... whoa Jesus!"
She took her head off quickly and put a sperm collection container on his cock. James let out a screaming moan. He held his chest. "Jesus Christ... I hardly know you..."
Felicity gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, in the next few weeks we are going to know each other very well..."
She yanked the sperm container off his cock. "Well, you certainly came enough..." She quickly prepared a slide. Ok, moment of truth. She looked under the microscope and tried to focus it. As she bent down and her tail flitted lazily back and forth, James had to admit she WAS beautiful. She had such graceful curves, and she was perfectly proportioned, her breasts neither too big nor too small. Suddenly she cried out. "Ah ha! There we are, perfect little swimmers."
She walked back over to me. "So what do you say, wanna do it?"
"Are... are you sure you're ready for this? Having a child is hard work."
"James, I assure you, I'm ready. Besides, I owe you something for saving me."
"You owe me nothi--"
"James, just do it, please. I want you to, you're the only remotely anthropomorphic creature left, and we have to... for the good of the world." Suddenly she pulled him into a deep kiss, the love of which had never been seen by him. James broke the kiss, spit stranding slightly between them. "Ok, Felicity... I'll do it... for you."
She smiled and removed her clothes without giving it a second thought. James, with a slight bit of apprehension began to remove his T-shirt. Felicity took his pants down the rest of the way, massaging his cock to get it back up. She lied back on the bed, presenting herself quite teasingly. "Well, go on, what are you waiting for?"
James took a deep breath and positioned herself over her. "Are you absolutely sure?"
Felicity sighed. "James, I've never been so sure in my life, ever since I first saw you, I knew."
He shifted slightly and felt pain shoot up his arm. "Agh! It hurts!"
Felicity pushed James down. "James? Are you OK?!"
A tear formed in James' eye. "My arm..."
Felicity stroked James' dreadlocks gently. "Right, right... forgot you got shot there. Maybe I should be on top eh?"
James nodded as Felicity slowly crawled on top of him. He felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick slit. She murred slightly, "Mmm... that feels good..." she nearly whispered. "So, you ready?"
"Not really, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
She giggled and slowly lowered herself on him. James let out an involuntary moan as he felt his length creep ever so slowly into her. Felicity echoed his pleasure with a deep purr, an obvious sign of her similar feline transformation. Felicity moaned when she reached the very end of her tunnel. "My god... you're huge..." She bit her lip and cried out a little.
James looked up, concerned. "Felicity... just stop, if you can't handle it..."
"NO!" she shouted. "No... I can do this... it's just... overwhelming..."
She knelt down, placing her lips near his as they joined for yet another kiss. James could feel Felicity's heavy breathing and quivering thrusts towards his crotch. James felt similar pleasure, placing his arms behind his head as he sprawled out on the bed. He started feeling his member quiver and twitch with the pure teasing desires of Felicity Greene's tight cunt. James cried out little. "Holy hell! Is it supposed to be this tight?"
Felicity put her muzzle close to James' neck. "Oh yes baby... It's supposed to be like that." Suddenly she lurched towards his neck, nuzzling it, licking in all of the sensitive spots. James grunted loudly with every thrust, meeting her downward thrusts with upward ones, ending with a wet slap in the middle. This set off an immediate reaction with Felicity who arched her back with a small roar. "Oh yeah baby! Right there! Keep doing that!" James took advantage of her position to fondle her breasts. Eliciting a cry of purest bliss she threw her head back. She continued to rock against him, minutes seeming to melt into hours. James circled her sensitive nipples with a claw, grinning as they soon became erect, sticking out of her thick chest fur. With his uninjured arm he pulled Felicity down into a position where he could suckle her beautiful tits. With a tear Felicity screamed with pleasure, she felt a sensation akin to a spring tensioning in her stomach. Felicity felt her clit being tickled by his cock, invading every inch of her wonderful sex.
James was in similar bliss, his cock seemed to pulse with every thrust. Every single cycle the sensation got a little stronger. James was a good kid when he was young. He had never masturbated, so he had no clue how what came next would feel. His body was on autopilot, suckling one breast and fondling the other with his free paw. He felt akin to a buoy on the waves during a storm, every wave, a little higher... higher... higher... until something had to snap. Of course, his body was completely unprepared for Hurricane Felicity...
Felicity opened her yellow, feline eyes. With a growl and fierce roar that rivaled that of the African Lion, the "spring" in her stomach released. Her roar faded into a scream of purest bliss as she clamped down on his thoroughly worked member. Her fluids rushed past with the intensity that even a storm surge would be challenged to match. James cried out with utter confusion and pleasure, unsure what to think as his entire body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, that metaphorical buoy snapped and he roared, his hot seed entering the steamy depths of her womb. Rope after rope of his sticky, thick, feline cum implanted itself in her tunnel, both screamed loudly, if there WERE any humans left on the world, they heard them.
James gasped loudly, his chest heaving from the shock of his first time... Felicity wasn't faring much better as she collapsed on top of him. "Oh god James... we did it... I'm gonna have a child..."
Kitsune hopped on a shelf nearby. He detected a slight smile on the vulpine's visage. "You did good kid, you did good."
"Ah, I see your fox friend is up." Felicity said absentmindedly, as she lied on his chest, enjoying the afterglow. James noticed the bandages around his hind legs.
James was concerned. "I hope he wasn't watching."
"Ah, he's just a fox, he wouldn't know what we were doing."
"Oh you'd be surprised Felicity, you'd be surprised..."
"Hmm, what do you mean by that?"
Kitsune found this moment perfect to pull off a practical joke. "Evening." He said to Felicity. She screamed and flopped off the bed and James saw a snide smile creep across his face.
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This was my first commission. As such, it's not going to be continued. As a rule anyway, there isn't much to continue. I hope DarkAngel27 likes it.
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