Back Alley Business
Back Alley Business
Story and all characters authored by Kyllistin
****This is a warning. Those of a nervous disposition should be aware of the graphic content in the following story. Themes included in this short include but are not limited to: rape, torture, bullying, monster blobs, fear, torture, hanging, tentacle rape, vore, and acts of homosexual sex. You know your limits better than I do, so the consequences be on your own heads for what you feel after reading this story if you choose to do so.*****
Four figures hustled down into the alley, pulling along a fifth reluctant individual behind them.
"Just leave me alone! Why is that so hard?" growled the distressed looking fox.
"Looks like we caught ourselves live one!" He was a big one, burly and thick. He spun and pushed the fox with practiced ease, grinning with quickened breath. Eyes wandered down the body of his prey, and the felines tail twitched behind his faded dark jeans. The fox was pushed into the arms of a slimmer but shifty eyed wolf. Swallowing the giggles that seemed to erupt from his muzzle like hiccups, unplanned and twitchy.
"Where'd you find us a little foxie eh, been watchin' this one?" He drawled and roughly pushed the fur on the vulpines head back and forth. His eyes darted back and forth between the rest of the mobs members. The burly tiger was already pulling his jeans off, wearing nothing but a lewd grin and a dirty wifebeater.
"I've been watching your mom, what's it matter?" The tiger threw his jeans into the face of the third, who caught them and fumbled. Nervous looking and already sporting a tent-pole in his sweats despite his demeanor, the bighorns eyes were always darting to the front of the alley, then back to the intended victim. Nodding in the rams direction, his grin returning. "Go on curly-q's, show us all what kinda little cumdump we got tonight."
Back in the shadows, leaning on a stack of discarded crates stood a roo' chewing half a stogie and wearing his leather jacket like a fifties throwback biker. He ran a hand through his disheveled tan headfur and spat on the ground.
"It's because you're just our kind of toy, and everyone needs a punching bag." Taking a quick step forward he slammed his fist into the foxes stomach, making him double over while the wolf held him. "So what's your name kid?"
The gray wolfs claws dug into the foxes shoulders making him squirm as he was hauled back to his feet. He knew he was simply overpowered. The bullies enjoyed the struggle though, the squirming and the noise. It excited them. This one was quiet, but that would change soon enough. The tiger ripped a wallet from the foxes pants and flipped it open.
"Wil... says here." He grunted, pocketing the foxes wallet in his own pants and withdrew from behind his belt the first tool of fear. Rubbing the barrel of a 9mm along the foxes cheek, he shoved the barrel into his mouth and felt him go limp. The ram started to strip the fox clumsily, hesitant fingers jerking off his pants and undergarments. Cursing as he had to do the boots awkwardly with the pants already down. The tiger reached out and grasped the fox by the scuff with his free paw, pulling his face down to his crotch. Letting him breathe the musk and sweat from his package while he was stripped, the wolf menacing his naked body and grinding his hips lewdly against their victims rear. Their buddy finished his task, holding an armful of clothes and looking a bit clueless as what to do next. The roo who seemed to be their gang leader merely watched with cool disinterest, glancing at the alley entrance now and then to be sure nobody got too curious.
"Got a nice ass on him." The wolf commented, licking his chops and tugging his pants down so they hung around his ankles making him look like some tacky porn star. "I got dibs on fuckin him first, haven't had any good ass since that bitch quit returning my calls."
"Don't lie, ya hydrant-sniffin bastard. You may have taken her out a few nights, but you couldn't close the deal." The wolf scowled, looking up into his friends face. The tigers expression begging him to deny the remark.
"Hey, yeah... He's not bad." The ram said, deciding that bravado would do in place of confidence and drawing the attention off the wolf. "Gonna have some fun, huh?" Dumping the clothes on the wet ground and starting to strip down as well. By the time he had his shirt over his head, the tigers cock was already scrubbing the inside of the foxes muzzle.
"Just like all his kind, this is either a fag or just a natural cocksucker. Which is it boy?" the striped thug asked, patting the cheek of his foxy toy mockingly. This made the wolf burst out in giggles again, while he was fingering and spit-lubing up his victim.
"Hey, how about we let noob go first?" asked the ram, feeling easer as time went on. His friends knew what they were doing, and all the power was starting to give his hard cock an ache that needed release. "Oh shit!" he jerked, watching the tiger draw his hand back a second time and swat the fox hard on the face again.
"Little pansy wont shut up and take it like a good toy should!" The tiger growled, grabbing the foxes ears and jerking his head up.
"S-stop this." The unfortunate vulpine gasped, groaning and holding his stomach. A gurgling sound issued from inside his guts and the bullies paused, exchanging uneasy looks. The wolf was grinding his cock in the crevice of his rear, spitting on it again and enjoying the building anticipation of what he was going to drive deep and hard into tonights entertainment.
"Sounds like he is going to chocolate shotgun on ya, big guy." The tiger teased, looking his wolf friend in the eye. The roo's ears twitched and for the first time his face showed some interest in what was happening, despite the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Oh fuck no! I'm going to plug his little ass so bad he have to fart through his ears and shit out his nose! You like that idea, don't you? Shit you foxes are all the same!" The wolf jerked the foxes tail up, but he only groaned again, coughing and curling his arms around his middle.
"Guess if you're gagging on it, you mustn't be as good as we thought." The tiger continued, pushing his head over towards the ram. "Here, go to work on something smaller if you need to warm up. It's going to be a long night, sweetmeat."
"God yer such a douche sometimes!" The ram rolled his eyes, pulling the struggling fox over to his dick and slapping him across the face with the shorter but girthier meat of his own. "Besides, your wife wasn't complaining last night." The tiger only laughed and gave his friend a jockish football slap on his bare and well-muscled ass.
"Nice one! About time one of you homos started to fight back a little!" Looking down, seeing the fox groaning and still holding his stomach tightly. "Go ahead and get your blowjob, that burn deserves firsts." Taking the foxes jaw and giving it a squeeze where the bones hinged to the skull. "Open up slut, my buddy has to use that mouth. If you're good, you may walk away from this!" The four of them broke into laughter, even though they picked a stranger and even though nobody was using any names they had no intention of leaving a witness alive to let anyone know what happened tonight. The ram pushed the drooly thick tip of his cock against the foxes lips. Already he was shuddering with pleasure and ready for a warm mouth to give him what he needed. Looking up and exchanging glances with the wolf, who was getting his tip lined up with the foxes tormented anus. He wanted to push in at the same time, and the smile that passed between them acknowledged they were of like mind on the issue.
The rumbling sound came again, and this time the fox shuddered and had a spasm. Eyes rolled back into his head and a black mass of viscous goo erupted from his mouth, covering the crotch and stomach of the ram. It clung to him, unmoving and dark like an oily spatter of some kind of slime. For all his posturing and cool attitude, the roo was the first to take a few steps back.
"THE FUCK IS THAT!!??" screamed the ram, immediately stepping back into a trash heap and falling back. Cans rattled noisily and boxes tipped, dumping plastic bags into the alley. He started to furiously wipe at his stomach but it seemed futile. The black blob was sticking to his furry hands and only smearing and spreading around his body. The tiger and wolf stopped dead while the fox fell to all fours, hacking and convulsing on the ground. He vomited up more and more of the same hideous black substance while the foxes belly seemed to distend as though it was full rather than purging. The ram made it back to his feet, wiping at the gooey mess with a torn cardboard box but it seemed to cling only to himself. It had felt warm at first, soft and slippery but it refused to yield to any attempt at removing it. His cock was still hard, cocooned in a thick layer of translucent dark goo. The warmth of it was keeping him hard, despite how nasty it was. He must have been imagining things because it was starting to throb, like it was working his cock somehow of its own will.
"Bret... Bret help me out here!" Fear flooded his eyes, looking up directly at the tiger. He didn't care about secrecy now, the plan was off and things had gone wrong. Anger filled their faces because the ram, Joseph, had broken their promise not to use names. He was about to plead his case when he noticed the ground just behind them. The black mass the fox had retched up was slithering on the ground towards his friends. His jaw worked noiselessly and his throat tightened so he pointed a gooey hand. Strands of the dark stuff making ropes of viscous rubbery slime from his hand to his body. Bret and the wolf turned in time to see what was going on. The tiger was simply gone, dashing for the mouth of the alley. Despite being a heavy guy, fear made a track star out of him. The wolf was just a step behind him, but it was enough. The roo went in the opposite direction, deeper into an alley and kicked open the door. He didn't care where it led, as long as it was away from here.
Joseph felt something pull at his middle and looked down to see fingers of the gelatinous goo rushing towards his face. He didn't see the rest of the black mass split into three parts, shaping themselves into skittering many-legged forms and giving chase to his friends. His senses were engulfed in the stuff, in his mouth and nose. Pushing at his tightly shut eyes and forcing into his ears and nostrils. He blew out but it would not yield. The slimy stuff closed around the back of his head and he grappled with his face, falling back to the alley floor and jerking on the ground. Expending all that energy made him lose strength rapidly. There was no air, but he continued to fight. Pulling with sticky fingers at handfuls of goo that would come loose in his hands only to cling to his fingers until they slapped back to his face. Joseph could feel his stomach tingling and his crotch burning. The things touch had become acidic and he wailed and howled. It ate right through his fur, and seemed to feed off it, growing in size as well as strength. His skin burned and he could feel cold tendrils snaking behind him, across his back and down his thighs. From the outside, the only witness was his would-be victim, the fox. The fox lay panting in the alley, weak from the ordeal his body had gone through. Now he could see the features of the rams face through the goo, his mouth opened and the dark slimy blob surged into his mouth.
Just as eagerly as they were going to put themselves in my mouth. He thought, a weak smirk crossing his face at the ironic moment. A scream and a crash made him look further down the alley. He saw the tiger, Bret shoving the wolf back and landing him in a pile of trash. Both the arachnid like forms the dark mass had taken were closing in fast on them both. The first leapt into the air, losing it's shape and becoming amorphous again when it impacted the wolf. The lupine let out a great groan of air as it was knocked from him and he fell back again. The blob was on him in a trice, reshaping its self into a mass of squirming tentacle like appendages.
Bret was a step away from the opening of the alley, the light from the street lamps was a breath away and soon he would be out in the night. Out in public enough to escape unless this thing wanted to be caught in public. Fuck it all, I don't have to be faster than that thing just faster than you, buddy! He thought selfishly as he tripped and shoved his friend into a trash heap. Five steps and he heard the screams, two more and he would be free! The light of the streets fell on his face and he gasped in relief, emerging all but naked from the shadows of the alley when he stepped in something. Looking down he saw a tendril of gooey black seeping up through his toes and before he could yell his feet were jerked back from behind and he hit the cement sidewalk with a crunching thud and pulling him into the darkness of they alley.
The roo found himself in a half finished building, that looked like some studio apartment that was being remodeled. Saw horses and planks of wood stood propped on half finished walls and the skeletal framework draped in sheets of plastic to keep the them protected. Instinct screamed for him to flee and he didn't get to be where he was now by playing the fool. He ran and climbed, pushing his body to its limits. Soon he had put three stories between himself and the alley, even leaping up half a flight in an unfinished stairwell.
Bret was dragged back into the dark by a rope-like appendage and suspended in the air above a flailing mass of what looked like black thorny whips. Each lashing out at him, the points being just as sharp as the thorns on a rosy vine, they began to give the tiger a new set of stripes. Tearing through fur and skin all down his arms, up his legs, criss-crossing over his body. The tiger yowled in pain as the lashes drew marks on him, flailing his arms and slashing with his claws at the wicked sticky tendrils. The beast showed no signs of pain or injury, any severed whips simply reforming into its liquid body. Bret could see down the alley and watched as the monster who grabbed the wolf had him spread on the ground with thick ropey bindings made of the same gooey slime. A group of bulbous and ridged tentacles poised behind his spread legs, each taking turns ravaging his tailhole with their own uniquely cruel attributes. His friend wasn't giggling any longer, instead his screams echoed and amplified off the walls of the alley. Again and again, the tentacles squirmed and forced their way into the wolfs unpracticed hole. The knotted appendage violated the wolf while other wet looking tentacles teased and stroked at his hardon. Keeping his body in their complete control, artificial tongues and sheaths spilling over his cock and making him jerk and whine even as his ass was torn and pushed past its tolerances. Soon two of the thick cock-like limbs were forcing in and out of his ass simultaneously. The third deciding it had enough of the screams and pushing lewdly into his muzzle. He gagged as the beast seemed to feed on him from his insides, burning and scorching his tongue as it kissed him in ways that would prove fatal if he survived the next few hours. Faster and faster they drove into him, losing some of their cohesion as they worked so that the wolf was getting coated in a thin glistening sheen of the dark slime. Finally they drove in hard and deep, though whether their pleasure was real or they were just simulating an orgasm Bret couldn't tell. He did see his friends mouth erupt in a frothy dark liquid. And both all four of the huge cock like tentacles seemed to be pumping his body full of the stuff at both ends. On and on it went, their lusts seemed unending and the unfortunate wolf was helpless to stop them.
Down near the fox he could see Joseph still struggling with the creature which was now covering the entire front of his body, and in the poor light Bret noticed that the blob that surrounded him was turning from black to a dark reddish hue. As the ram thrashed and struggled, he left ominous wet spots on the ground and on the walls. Kicking out and jerking, his back arched and his mouth wide, the tiger could see that his cock was still standing out in a thick bulge between his legs. Once the struggling had slowed, the creature having forced him through climax, his weak limbs moved slow and feeble. The lack of air taking its toll and through the mask of dark goo he could see Brets mouth moving in the same pattern over and over again. 'help me' 'help me' 'help me' But soon even that stopped and he lay motionless, while the goo shuddered and engulfed his body completely. It feasted upon his mortal remains, throbbing and almost glowing with its gluttonous alien lust.
As for his own plight, it was getting harder and harder to see. Blood from hundreds of small rips in his skin had trickled down his neck and face, getting in his mouth, nose, and eyes. Whenever he tried to move the lashing whips would bite into him with extra fury, binding his wrists behind him. Gradually he felt a long slimy something slip around his neck and the world started turning right side up. A deep mortal fear replaced the complacent terror he had been feeling, pain was endurable. Even rape and a beating you could probably live through but not this!
"Make it stop!" He pleaded, stuck by the unfamiliar tone which his voice had. "Please! Call it off, whatever it is!" as if in reply to his wish, the thick noose of slimy goo tightened around his throat. Slowly he was being turned upright, and he could feel his own weight start to pull against his neck. The last time his saw his other friend, the wolf was getting a final moment of tortured bliss. His cock shooting great blasts of cum onto the monster and its tentacles while a great hook like appendage rose up between his legs. There was an awful sound of rending flesh and the hook drug from taint to neck, sliding up smoothly across the wolfs body and letting gravity relieve him of most of his organs.
The roo did not stop until he reached the roof. Huddling near an old rusted air conditioner unit, keeping his senses alert and pretending not to feel his guts twist as he heard the cries and screams of his friends in the alley below. Then he ran, acting on pure instinct he just bolted for the fire escape on the far side of the building. Nothing but the savage terror of losing his life driving his reasoning and his actions. Halfway down the stairs he leapt straight out into midair and through the window of the adjacent building. He could hear the thing now, skittering and crawling with its unholy feet and liquid body. The roo broke into a run, panic seizing his heart as the blob let out a gurgling roar and and flung itself into a long fluid jet from one building to the other. The roo bolted around the corner, looking back over his shoulder to see it following, ricocheting off the wall, propelled by some unknown force. As the beast overtook him, it split into a score of tendrils, each ending in a fanged mouth. They screeched and chattered a hymn of unintelligible gibberish as they hit him full on the back, bursting into mass of whips and tendrils. His screams were cut short as a hundred mouths bit into him, twisting and gnawing savagely. As the goo fell over him and spread over his body and extremities, the mouths tore and burrowed into his flesh and squirmed like massive maggots under his skin, bulging through his neck and heralded by a rush of crimson blood pouring out the roos mouth before they tore through him and began devouring from the inside out.
At the end of the alley Bret saw the fox rise to his feet. The mass that used to be Joeph was just a pile of scorched bones. For some unknown reason, the tiger could only think of Star Wars and the scene of the corpses of Luke Skywalkers dead aunt and uncle. The monstrous blob was gone and the air was thick with some kind of foggy vapor. Their would-be victim got slowly to his feet and padded his way slowly to stand before the two rapists. Now his airway constricted, Bret was swinging freely in a strange set of gallows the creature had formed of its own body. The whips were gone, and it held itself up in a long crescent of dark amorphous goo, holding the tiger by a long ropey strand that made a more than sufficient noose. He couldn't breathe, his eyes felt like they were going to bulge from his head and burst. His neck was pulled hard and the thick strand of the monster was digging into his throat. A rattle escaped his mouth while his cock started to get hard again. Teased and stroked by soft tendrils like they had the wolf, and aided by the kind of sensations he had only heard or read about, Bret found himself in the clutches of the killer orgasm. Spots exploding before his eyes, kicking and squirming it made his body start to rotate. He saw what was left of his other friend, another mass of blackish red slime feasting on the remains of the eviscerated wolf. Despite the creatures appetite, the pool of blood still continued to spread across the alley floor. His tongue lolled from his mouth and for once he couldn't think of anything to say. His body jerked out the last of his final orgasm even as he passed out, and soon expired. Then the third monster went about its meal, growing and enveloping the large tiger while the bones of the wolf joined those of the ram. Dark and burned looking from the dissolving reactions of the hungry slime, these bones were all that remained of the wolfs life. The dark mass had likewise dissolved into more of the thick foggy mist that hung about the alley. The vapors joined up with the other part of itself, swirling excitedly around the fox and the third segment. The fox simply stood there, staring at the stone ground. Why didn't they listen? Why couldn't they just leave him alone?
Before long the task was finished and the slime withdrew from its final victim. Revealing a blackened skull and the sharp fangs of a muzzle that would never again jibe his friends or shout at his children or comfort his wife. Satisfied and sated, the dark throbbing slime dissolved into the mist and became one with its fellows again. All parts became a whole, and gathering onto itself, shrinking into itself- the creature returned to it's host. Gently it passed up between his lips and into his nostrils. Looking like a recording of a smoker in reverse, the fox inhaled the condensed fog that was his horrific savior. A ghostly whisper followed the mist as the last of it disappeared into his mouth.
"It's all right. Don't be scared. I'm the only one you will ever need."