Ixi's Tale: The Beginning.
Author's note: This is the first in a 5-part series chronicling the life of Ixion Reynolds, a character that I've made. She is in an upcoming Pokemon Dating Sim. Look for it on Furaffinity. Note: Read the tags. Contains cub rape and death(not the cub.)
It was a slow day for Class 12. After all, it was an elementary school class on a Friday. September 5th, 1988, to be precise. The students were all chattering in their seats, shifting around as the teacher sat at her desk, awaiting the bell to let the children out. The sunlight pierced the windows at just right an angle that it illuminated the entire room. The bell rang loudly, chiming to the tune of "Hot Cross Buns." The students began leaving quickly, wanting to get home to whatever activities they had planned before. In a matter of seconds, only one student remained in the classroom.
She was a young Jackal, with jet black fur and greyish-green spots in some areas. She was at the tender age of 10, not a very talkative sort. She was wearing a blue shirt with a matching blue skirt that stopped just above her knees. She had a bit of a reputation around the school for being quiet, but nice. She was nice to the point that it was almost a weakness, being unable to say "No" to those who asked for help. She packed up her bookbag and walked out of the door, not in as much of a rush as the other children. She waved goodbye to the teacher and left.
Ixion, or Ixi as she liked to be called, walked down the hallways slowly. She always liked when the school was empty. It felt more peaceful, and less foreboding. The solid white walls of the school did sometimes make it feel more like a prison than an establishment of learning, but it was sort of comforting in its own, odd way. She came upon the double doors and pushed them open with a grunt. Not that it was difficult, they just didn't open very easily. She hopped down the steps quickly, and made her way home.
It was a pretty day outside, in the city of Byron, Illinois. The sky was a sheer blue, only barely obstructed by white, wispy clouds every once in a while. Ixi liked to take her time walking home. One thing she did, on her way back, was walk normally, but try not to step on the sidewalk cracks. It was just a little game she'd developed to pass the time walking home. On her way back she observed the trees, and the various people. She waved to certain passers-by, and got a friendly smile and a wave in return.
After about ten minutes of walking, she reached her own neighborhood, the houses lined up nice and orderly. They all had the same structure, being built by the same contractor. This gave the neighborhood a sense of conformity and safety. However, the different paint jobs on the houses allowed for a little more individuality. Her house was the one on the farthest right. In the driveway was her father's red Volvo, as always. As well as a rather unusual black Camaro. Ixi wondered why it was there. Her dad probably had friends over. Ever since mom died, he'd been taking care of her all on his own. He got a new job, but wouldn't tell Ixi where he was working or when.
Slowly, Ixi opened the door to her house. It was usually locked, but this time she didn't need the key. She dropped her bookbag onto the floor beside her, and walked into the kitchen. She heard an odd thumping sound. It seemed to come from upstairs. It was probably Dad, but what could he be doing up there to make all that racket? She was going to just ignore it, but her curiosity got the better of her. She walked up the stairway slowly, as the thumping got louder. At this point, she was also beginning to hear grunts of pain. The smell of tobacco was faint in the air...her dad didn't smoke. She walked over and into her father's room, opening the door slightly.
It was her father, being held down by two large men, panthers. Another man, a Lion, stood with a cigar. He was kicking her father in the gut. The kicks were hard, as evidenced by the bruises on her father's naked body. He coughed up blood periodically, a small puddle beginning to form in front of him. The lion stopped kicking him and smiled.
"So, Davis. You still want out?" Said the lion, taking another drag off of the cigar.
"...Yes. I won't be part of your blood-money operation anymore!" Said her father, surprisingly vigorous considering the beating he'd just gotten. He looked around for something, anything that he could use in the event of an escape. His eyes spotted the door, and they met with Ixi's frozen in fear. "Ixi! Run!" He shouted, tears beginning to form. The thought of losing his daughter was terrible. The lion looked over to see Ixi throw open the door, and run in crying.
"You leave daddy alone!" She shouted at the lion, hands clenched into fists. The lion looked at her oddly, and laughed.
"Or what? YOU'RE going to do something?" Ixi froze. She knew she couldn't do anything. There was nothing for her. Davis pleaded.
"No, no! Ixi, quick, get the gun out of my drawer! Hurr-glaugh!" He was kneed in the chest by one of the panthers. The Lion smiled evilly.
"Yes, Ixi. Get the gun. Shoot the bad man who is hurting your father." He said, mockingly. "If you can." He let out a hearty laugh. Ixi ran over to the drawer and pulled out the gun. She'd seen them used on TV, but she'd never even imagined herself holding one. But she knew how it was supposed to be used. She turned and pointed the gun at the Lion, holding it with both hands. He threw open his coat, revealing an array of pistols and knives. One by one, he took them out of the pockets and laid them on the ground. He took off his coat, and was now wearing a white shirt and black pants with suspenders. "Go on, Ixi. Shoot me. I won't resist." Davis screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Ixi! Pull the trigger, Ixi! Do it for daddy! Please!" He pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Ixi froze. Could she really do it? Could she pull the trigger and take the life of this man? That would mean bearing on her shoulders forever the knowledge that she had taken a life. It was a sickening thought. Life was precious, and nothing short of God's will deemed it worth taking, no matter the circumstances. The Lion approached her, stepping forward slowly. "Pull it, Ixi." He grabbed her hand and put the barrel of the gun to his forehead as he squatted down. "Do it, and your father will be saved." She knew it. She knew that already. She knew that if she pulled that trigger, the bulled would enter the man's skull and kill him..but who was she to determine whether or not someone lived or died?" She let go of the gun, and it fell to the ground. The lion smiled. "Good girl." He lifted her up and threw her on the bed.
"You have a lovely daughter, Davis." The lion said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm sure she'll be great." Davis snarled and tried throwing his captors off. It was no use. The panthers were much stronger than he, and larger. It was only now that Ixi realized just who she was looking at. He stood at six feet and 4 inches, with a tan-blond fur color. He had an orange-red mane going around his neck, and a few black spots here and there. He had now taken off his shirt and undone his suspenders, his pants falling around his ankles. He wore, underneath it all, a pair of gray boxers, with a tent forming in the middle. He slid those down quickly. Now, in front of her, was the first penis she'd ever seen. It was thick, about two and a half inches thick. And about 5 inches long at the moment, but it would appear that there was more yet to come. He sat on the bed. Davis cried out. "Don't you touch her, you filthy bastard!" The lion yanked Ixi over to him by the wrist and chuckled. "Ixi, get away!"
But she couldn't. Try as she might, his grip was too strong, and he was too big. He turned, laying on the bed, then grabbed Ixi's neck and forced her forwards. She was now face-to face with his cockhead. The thick member in front of her looked rather foreboding. Just as quick as she'd been moved, she was pressed downwards, the cock being forced into her mouth. "Suck it." Demanded the lion. She didn't know what to do. She could try biting down and then running, but that would just get her in more trouble. Well, he did say Suck.
So she did. She began suckling the member the same way she would a popsicle. She moved up and down slightly, before the lion grabbed a fistful of Ixi's shoulder-length hair. He forced her down onto his cock, now taking in the full cock, almost, barely avoiding gagging her. She let out a breath of pain through her nose as he lifted her up and pressed her back down. He was now face-fucking her, holding her still and fucking her mouth, as Davis watched in Terror. Suddenly, she was yanked off of his cock. A few strings of saliva went from her mouth to his cock."Now, my little Ixi. I believe you are prepared for...the main course." He said, sitting up.
The lion lifted her with ease and tore off her clothes roughly. She was crying, but didn't make a protest. It would do no good. He grabbed her by the abdomen and lifted her onto his lap, the cock resting between her legs, and rubbing against her slit. "Davis, your daughter is going to be an excellent fuck-toy." Davis lowered his head, still crying. He was speechless now. Anything he said would be useless. Slowly, the lion lifted Ixi up and placed the head of his cock to her slit, poking in slightly. Ixi let out a soft moan, that being the first time she was ever touched there. He slid inside of her slowly, spreading her apart. Ixi quickly realized what was going on. "N...no...it-it hurts!" Pain shot up her spine as she was penetrated for the first time. The warm folds wrapped tightly around the two inches that had entered her so far. "P-please! Stop!" She managed, her breath coming in ragged pants. He laughed and pressed further, being met by her barrier. "Now, Ixi dear. Learn the pleasures of a Woman." He said, shoving her downwards onto his cock. She took the now 7 inch member in full, all the way to the base. Blood trickled down the cock length as her virginity was taken. It was like having a white-hot rod shoved into you and then up your spine. It had a vague tinge of pleasure behind it.
Ixi panted heavily, trying to re-adjust as she was taken. Quickly and roughly, the lion began raising her up and slamming her down on his cock, filling her to such an extent that a slight bulge could be seen in her abdomen. She was screaming, now, a very high-pitched wail. He leaned forward, now laying missionary with her. He planted a kiss on her lips. "Yes. Scream for me. Scream for us all." He said, pulling out then thrusting back in once more. Her tight cunt had his cock in a vice-grip, the hole just barely taking the monster cock within. He murred loudly as he continued to pump in and out of her cunt, a bit of drool forming in Ixi's mouth as she held it agape. Truth be told, her body had begun to enjoy it, though the pain was still there.
His thrusts became more rapid, and more bestial in their nature. With every thrust came a sickening SHLAP! Of the juices mixing. He was nearing orgasm, and his cock throbbed in response. He pulled out of her entirely, and rather suddenly. He began stroking his own cock with one hand, holding Ixi down with the other by he neck. He laid his cock on her chest and groaned loudly as he came. He shot the long ropes of his warm, sticky seed onto her face, some of it landing in her mouth. It was an odd taste, but she didn't have much time to be worrying about that. He continued stroking, forcing more and more of his cum out in long strings. Finally, he stopped and got off the bed. The ropes of seed covered her face, and she gulped, swallowing what fell into her mouth. It was utterly disgusting. Davis was crying in hopelessness. The lion made a cutting sign across his neck, and the panthers understood. Without hesitation, one drew a switchblade, flicked it out, and slit Davis' throat. They let go and left the room.
After 15 minutes, and the initial shock died down, Ixi got up wearily. Her loins ached from the violent pounding they had before. She wiped her face off with the blanket. She got up and nearly retched from the stench of blood. She feared the worst, looking over. Her father lay in a puddle of his own blood, eyes open in fear. She approached his body slowly. The horror of it all overwhelmed her. She laid over his body, giving it a hug. "D...Daddy..." Tears began to flow. "W-what...what did you..." She sobbed, gripping tighter. "Why did they d-do this?" She said loudly. She laid over her father's body for a good half-hour. Oh, how she wanted to die with him. The knife was on the floor, she could do this. All she had to do was...no. She couldn't. He had asked her to run. He wanted her to live. So she did. She stood, and looked down at his body, still crying. She ran out of the room, and out of the house. She had no destination. She was naked, and covered in cum and blood. Yet she continued running. And running. And running and running, until she could run no more. Slowly, she found herself in the bigger city, in an alleyway. How she got there, she did not know. All that mattered was that she was tired. She found a cardboard box uninhabited. Crawling in, she slowly cried herself to sleep. What had started out a nice day, had turned into a complete nightmare.