Two Weeks - 1 Abduction
#1 of Old drafts
This is the original story, in all its glory. [There is now a rewrite of it up just over here.](%5C)
_This is about my first attempt at writing a story to put online... ever actually. I'm writing it out as things come to mind, so we'll just have to see how it comes out. Wrote alot of this while a bit tired.
Depending on how this goes over I'll continue it as well. I've big plans for our fuzzy friend.
edit- 02/24/09
Decided to go back and fix a few problems that crept up in this document. Formatting errors, little tweaks here and there. Was just a quick once over, but it should be much more readable now._
The chapters after this are far better written than this first one. So if you like the themes started in this one, please read on. It only gets better!
Two weeks - Day One - Abduction
The young fox could hardly stay awake as his teacher hissed on and on. He peered up at the clock, and let out a silent groan. His ears slumped as he saw that he had another half hour left in the stuffy room.
He allowed himself to slide down in his chair, and his eyes to close as he tried to will time to go faster.
"Thirty minutes today, then two more weeks and I never have to see him again," the fox said to himself under his breath, "just two weeks untill graduation." He let out a discontented sigh and stared down at a blank piece of paper. He pretended to write down notes, as to not call attention to himself.
None too soon, the bell rang to dismiss class. "Finally." The teacher called from the front over the clambering of the students as they collected their things. "Remember sstudents, finalsss are nexsst week. Be sssure to ssstudy!" He had a strong hiss in his voice as well, something that always drew his lectures out even longer. Not to mention, there was just some whistle to that hiss that hurt his head. "All materialsss we disscussed today will be on it as well!
"Mark," the tod froze and looked back to the naga, "I don't want to ssee you dozing off in my class again!" The snake of a teacher bared his fangs at the fox, but the boy was long sinced used to the display.
The todd gave a half-hearted "okay," then grabbed his backpack and walked out the door quickly, thankful that the weekend was here.
He walked towards the bathroom, ducking back and forth around students going the other direction, wanting to relieve himself before his walk home.
Soon enough, after a few bumps, he was able to duck inside, away from the chaos of the hallway.
The steady buzz of the light above, the poseur graffiti on the walls, litter on the floor. The odd aroma of industrial cleaner battled it out with urine and in the air. It all reminded him that this bathroom was not a place anyone wanted to stick around in for any length of time. Maybe they did that on purpose, who knows?
As he walked to the stall he looked to his left, glancing at himself in the mirror. He wasn't too bad looking at all, at least he thought so. He was a smart, healthy five foot eight inch tall red fox, his headfur with that one-minute-out-of-bed look. He smiled a bit as he looked down at his clothing, a loose fitting gray tee shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. Nothing too fancy. He had them for years now, and he had grown into them quite well.
He let out a little sigh as he moved over and relieved himself. It's not that he wasn't attractive, he just wasn't in the popular crowd, so none ever payed any attention to him. No girlfriend, no boyfriend. He was well enough alone, and he liked it that way, at least he thought he did.
He shook his head slightly to clear it, to draw him back to reality again. He tucked his sheath back into his pants, and zipped them back up again, then hurried out of the bathroom. As he stepped outside he drew in a breath of the cool, fresh air. He looked to the sky, thankful that it was overcast, as it was a break from the heatwave the week before, then hurried off to the back of the campus.
The fox never liked walking home on the main streets. Too loud, too much traffic. The old path that led out behind the school was much more peaceful. Sure it was half overgrown, but that just added to the charm and beauty of the walk. Nature had partly reclaimed the area, and wildlife was abound.
Quickly he allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts again, walking down his path as he's done twice a day for the last three years. Though this time his thoughts took a more erotic tone. Thoughts of cute guys in school. Thoughts of the cute rabbit that sat in front of him for english.
He perks his ears up and looked down, chuckling a bit as he discovered his paw rubbing at his sheath through his pants. "Mmmm... gods I love that teardrop tail." After a few more strokes he pulled his paw away again, and continued down his familiar path. Mark took comfort in the knowlege that he could stop here and do whatever he liked, and noone would be the wiser, though he knew he never would. He didn't have the nerve to.
Though today was different. Today he was wasn't alone. Today, unbenonced to him, he was being watched.
The creature what watched him let out a yawn as it looked down at the young todd from high above the treetops. Lazily it flapped its wings as it circled over the boy. It made a note to itself, today was the fifth day of observing the fox, and again he was alone, so today should be the perfect time to scoop him up unobserved, as well as other things it had planned.
It smiled as it slowly circled around, a plan already in its mind for just how to catch him off guard, so it waited untill the time was just right.
Mark stepped out from under the shade of the trees, into his clearing. He thought of it as his because he had been coming here almost daily ever since he discovered the old trail, and has never seen even a trace of anyone else on it.
He padded over to the large rock to the north and hopped up onto it, then took off his heavy backpack and took a seat, the fox grateful for every moment he didn't have it on. He stretched his arms over his head and let out a little groan, then relaxed again.
The tod closed his eyes, then let his muzzle fall open in a soft, happy sigh. Here he could be alone with his thoughts, and not have to worry about his little sister screaming up and down the hall outside his room, or have people watching him as he meditated.
It smiled to itself. This was its time to strike. It knew the boy would be here for a good while, so it circled around, judging the perfect angle to snag him. After nearly five minutes it started it's silent decent, a grin plastered on its face.
It came down from behind the todd, keeping himself from going too fast. It couldn't injure the fox, afterall.
As it got close it beat its wings to slow again, sending a little breeze over the fox. Mark was about to draw his tail around himself, when he suddenly felt a heavy weight slam into him from behind, partly knocking the wind from his lungs.
The force slammed him forward, its talons locked around his arms to carry him to the soft earth below. Here it simply sat on him, its tail wrapped around the foxes legs, talons around his arms.
Mark, at this point, was panicing. He started to scream for help, but as soon as he drew breath to, the weight on his chest increased, making him cough the breath back out. Here he stayed, face down in the grass, with some soft of thing on top of him.
Finally the thing atop him moved. It lowered it's head to behind the teen's, and clamped its jaws around the back of his neck. The tod let out a started gasp and whimpered aloud, as the beast over him finally let the weight off his back. Again the tod drew in a breath to scream, but the jaws around his neck tightened slightly, reminding him just where he was.
He managed to look back, barely able to see it over him.
Its body was a dark purple, its underside a lighter shade. Its entire back and top half of its tail were covered in short, fur-like spines, facing backwards, little ripples flowing through them as it moved. Its forelimbs stretched out on either side as a pair of long, batlike wings. The talons around his arms earlier adorned the main joint. Its neck was about a quarter of its length, its head hidden from view. The underside of the beast was covered in wide, tough looking scales, that were actually rather soft. He looked back, and saw a pair of powerful legs, ending in sharp, birdlike talons. Overall it must have been nearly twenty feet long from nose to tail.
He wracked his mind, as he tried to figure out what this thing was, but he was quickly torn from his thoughts as the creature looped its long talons into the seat of his pants and pulled, hard. It's sharp talons sliced easily through the weak fabric, the teen's rear exposed to the air now.
Mark let out a surprised yelp at this, and started to whimper even louder, his eyes closed tightly. The beast lowered itself down atop the boy now, and wriggled against him slightly, as a low rumble started deep in the creature's chest. It allowed its grip around Mark's neck to loosen slightly. Its tongue lashed out from between its teeth, and licked out over the back of the foxes neck. Saliva quickly soaked into his fur as the creatures breath started to quicken.
The creatures rumbling slowly started to grow louder as it ground down against the boy, keeping him held down against the soft earth below.
Soon the fox could feel something catching the back of his shirt. He blinked and looked a little confused, unsure just what the creature was doing, yet. A shiver flowed though the creatures body at the feeling as it moved its foretalons over. It placed them on the boy's shoulders, and let go with its jaws. Quickly it started to lick over the boy's neck and cheek. It's tongue coated the foxes neck and cheek in saliva, his fur getting soaked even more, saturated now.
The fox soon forgot the drool dripping down his neck though, as he felt something drag through his fur. It let out a low rumble over him as it closed its eyes in pleasure. Finally the fox slowly realized that whatever this thing was... was intending to mount him. Again he opened his mouth to let out a cry for help, but again he was stopped as the creature bit down around his neck, his scream caught in his throat.
He closed his eyes now and whimpered aloud, willing himself to wake up, wishing that this was all a dream, or that someone would save him.
No such luck.
It knew it wasn't expected back until nightfall. So it decided it would take its time to have its way with its captor. The Master said not to hurt the fox, but he didn't say anything about mounting him.
Slowly it drew its length back through the foxes fur. The liquids that escaped its slit left a messy trail down the foxes back, while the tip of its shaft left a little groove in the wet fur.
Mark would have no part in this. He clamped his tail down over his rear tightly, then tried to move out of the way. The beast merely moved with him, then bore down with more weight to hold him in place. The fox was pinned against the ground.
The creature over him let up its hold around his neck as its hips wiggled slightly over him. He let out a confused little squeak, his tail still held down tightly, though this didn't seem to discourage it.
He felt something wet wrap around his tailbase. It gave it a firm squeeze before it started to pull his tail up. Try as he might, he couldn't overpower it. Finally, with a whimper, he gave up. His tail fell slack.
It let out a loud rumble over him as it felt this. It then pulled its prehensile length from around the boy's tail, and started to stroke under it softly. The tip of it's length brushed over Mark's tailhole again and again. More and more of its hot, slick pre leaked out over the foxes pucker.
Everywhere the pre touched started to tingle, the feeling sinking deeper into him. Soon he found himself growing more and more aroused from it, despite himself.The fox under him grit his teeth, as he tried to deny the feelings that started to wash into him with each passing stroke. Soon enough he found himself moaning softly. His tail arched up behind him as he tried to lift back into it, his muzzle drooping open wider.
The creature over him finally released his neck. It nuzzled slowly up the side of Mark's head until it was level with his ear, where it let out a soft, pleasured clicking warble. The teen visibly shivered under the creature. He let out another whimper, but he kept his tail relaxed. He certainly did not want to be bitten again, and he was starting almost to want this to happen.
Slowly it slid its slick length up against the fox's tailhole, its tip pressed just inside. The todd let out a loud gasp and arched his back up against the creature. His tail fluttered behind him.
It pressed its head in against the side of the todd's now. Slowly it pressed its shaft deeper into the fox. Thankfully, its pre made his tailhole slick, but he still let out a whimper as he was stretched open.
It kept pushing deeper, inch after inch sinking into the foxes tailhole. It wasn't much thicker than the fox, but it made up for that with nearly two feet of its flexible length.
The creature shifted its foretalons forward and wrapped them over the foxes shoulders, then pulled him back slowly. Its length wormed its way deeper into him. His tail stretched more as it tapered thicker, until it finally was flush with the foxes rear. The two foot long, two inch thick shaft buried inside of him.
Mark could feel the heat radiating from the creatures slit. Its length pulsed inside him. Over him the creature shivered. Its hips bucked against the fox, causing him to moan aloud. He had used his toys at home, but they were nothing like this. He was filled more than he had ever been filled before. He could feel every heavy heartbeat of this creature inside of him.
Slowly it drew itself back again, and trusted forward. Moans grew louder from both of them as its humping quickly built to a steady rhythm. Mark soon found himself rocking back against the creature's thrusts, eager for the pleasure that was washing through him.
He let out a soft whimper as the creature stopped to shift its stance. It flicked its length inside the boy and pulled itself upwards. The fox let out another surprised moan and quickly followed after the feeling. It pulled his shoulders up as well, the fox now on all fours.
It set its feet in the ground on either side of him, then resumed its thrusting into the todd, much to his delight. All his thoughts of this being rape floated from his mind, replaced by pure need.
The creature let go of his shoulders and let its foretalons slip under the foxes chest. The membranes of its wings hid what was happening to him from view.
He tried to reach back to his own sheath after a minute, but quickly stopped when he heard the deep growl from the beast above him. The need inside him grew stronger than ever. The creature's pre was doing its job perfectly.
Again, he tried to reach back to stroke at his length, but again the creature growled. However, this time he ignored it. It glared down at him, then stopped thrusting. It bore its weight down on the foxes shoulders and pushed his front to the ground with ease. It reached down with its foretalons and pushed Marks arms above his head, then gripped into the ground on either side of them.
Suddenly its thrusting came back full force, the weight pushing the todd forward several inches. Loud moans were heard from both of them, the todds need growing ever stronger, but he was helpless to take care of it.
All the while the creature debated to itself. 'The master wouldn't mind just one in him. It had been a long time, too.' It closed its eyes and continued to thrust into the boy. Its length started to pump ever more volumes of liquid into him as it began to writhe about.
Slowly the creature drew back again, half of its length followed with it. There he lay, panting heavily. His hips humped forward, then back again. The fox was looking for something, anything to get more stimulation, but wherever he moved the creatures flexible length stayed perfectly still in him.
Soft grunting sounds started to grow deep in the creature's throat. It rocked its hips forward several inches, once, then again. Unknown to the fox the base if its length started to swell outward, and quickly doubled in thickness. The swell slowly moved forward with each small thrust, untill it was out of the beasts slit.
'Just one, then I take him back.'
The fox let out another soft moan as the creature started to slide its length back into him with short thrusts. He stayed lying there, rear in the air, and rocked back into them, untill he felt this new buldge hit his tailhole. He didn't have time to think about it as the creature started to push it into him, slowly. His muzzle fell open, as a weak moan escaped his throat. The buldge reached its widest point, then just slid in the rest of the way.
The creature let out a delighted growl as it pushed forward again, and drove the buldge deeper into the fox. It took his sex-crazed mind time to realize, but each time the creature pulled back the buldge didn't move, but it did push in deeper with each forward thrust.
Slowly it pushed the buldge deeper into the boy, and shuddered as it worked it to the tip of its length.
Unseen inside the fox the creature's tip parted, revealing the white shell it had been working so hard to push deep into the boy. It bared its teeth as it humped forward again, then opened its maw wide, its saliva dripping from its maw onto the fox below.
With one last thrust the egg was pushed free of the creature's length, implanted deep inside Mark's body. It arched up high and shivered all over with pleasure for nearly a minute, the todd doing the same as the creature's length writhed about inside him, pressing against his prostate over and over again. He found himself pushed right to the edge of orgasm, but he never got there. Slowly the creaure pulled its length from his tailhole, then looked down at the todd.
The last thing the todd saw was a yellow cloud of foul smelling gas billowing from the creature's maw, then darkness.
Carefully the creature scooped Mark up with its hindtalons and carried him aloft, eager to show off its catch to The Master.