Loona and the Stolen Sense-Feather - Chapter 9: A Jolt and a Shock
#9 of Loona and the Stolen Sense-Feather
Summary: Loona is tasked to retrieve an important magic item belonging to Stolas from Reynard the Trickster. She finds him in the misty woods of Limbo, where she is taught how agility and trickery can beat out brute force. However, this isn't the only lesson she learns...
I've been a writer for quite a few years, but this is the first story I've felt like I truly got right. If you enjoyed what you've read, it would mean the world to me if you would take the time to share it with one other person, and then ask them to do the same.
Chapter Notes: Behind the core erotic focus, this is still a story. A good story shouldn't be filled only with the expected, but should also contain a few surprises. Moments of humor can fit that bill well. From early on, I thought it would be cute to show a contrast between our original preview of syphilis-Loona and what she ended up being in the series. I wanted to write her being a healthy level of horny, sure, but to also have some level of sexual naivety. I... also had this funny scene in my head where she is surprised by Reynard's human dick.
If you think about it too hard, sure, the scene doesn't make complete sense, but I was too attached to the moment of humor it added to remove it. In the days of modern internet, we can easily find answers to our lack of knowledge. Maybe she didn't have internet in the orphanage. Maybe there weren't other hellhounds around. Maybe she genuinely respects Blitzo enough to not go browsing porn sites. A lot of maybes. Still, not beyond the realm of possibility, ka-hah.
Chapter 9 - A Jolt and a Shock
Striding behind the hellhound, Reynard kneels down and drapes her tail over his right shoulder. He then drags the feather from the middle of her left pawpad quickly to her buttock, triggering both a light tickling as well as a relaxing touch. Her paw flexes, and Loona growls lightly in spite of the pleasantness of the sensation. "Enough foreplay, fox, lay it on me already." She shoves her butt backwards, playfully knocking into him.
Obliging, he tucks the feather between her legs and slowly pulls it through, letting it bristle against her clit, along her labia, sweeping up to her anus and tailbone. Feeling impish over her impatience, he sets the intensity of the stroke as high as the magic will take it. "Hooo~ooo~ oooh -_ ohhh _!!! Ooohhh ohwwooo...!" Her tail fluffs up and shoots straight back, and her body tries to plaster itself to the ground from the electric jolt that rolls through her midsection and below. A strong moan echoes through the otherwise quiet woods.
As quickly as it set in from the single stroke, the twinges begin to fade. "Haa~aah! Da~aah... -amnit stop being a te~_eee_ase..!" She shivers, her nethers throbbing, aching for more. She smacks the side of Reynard's head with her tail and in the next moment the feather returns. This time it runs along her inner thighs, further exacerbating the ache, but still feeling good in its own way. Not used to being so lacking in control, she squirms and tries to chase the sensation with her hips.
At last, the large owl feather returns to her aching pussy, but with a much milder touch than before. She rocks her hips against it, adding her own motions to his as its magical shivers pulsate between her legs. "Haaah~, mmm~! Fu~ucking faa_aah_~! Finallee~ ee!!" Her tongue leaves the side of her mouth as her eyes begin to filter out her surroundings. Her right hand finds its way to her chest where it tugs roughly on her left nipple, pulling and pinching, then diving her fingers into the thick fur to squeeze the whole breast.
With building enthusiasm, the hellhound pulls her hips forward and then attempts to chase the tip of the feather, with a plan to coax it to her tail and anus again. With a circular movement, she gets her wish and it swirls around her butt and then towards the middle. "Awooo- hoonng nngh!! Yesss~..." Her tail lashes, and her buttocks squeeze, left hand's claws scraping into the moist earth. Her puss wetter than the ground, the fluids soak into her fur and begin to drip, some getting caught by the feather as it returns to the front to spend some time on the devil's doorbell.
Loona notices the Sense-Feather is being kept in mostly the same place now, following along with her hips and persistently tickling at her throbbing nub, holding the stimulation, giving it no time to rest. She can feel it building, more and more, and she squirms and moans under its magic. "Ah~ha~ha~ahh, oooh~hooh~ hohhh!! Fu~uuuck!" She struggles to catch her breath as the feeling reaches a peak.
Her rear comes down in a quick thrust, with her front stretching out and her hair getting thrown back. Her muzzle points towards the air as her thighs begin to spasm in orgasm, with the sensation reaching deep inside her. "Ahh, ahhn~, ah~haah~haa- awooo~ _ ooo _~!!" With a full-blown howl, Loona shudders and moans to the sky, a dripping mess dragging against the dewy grass as she squirms against it in ecstasy. Her chest ruffles and jiggles with her full-bodied spasms, leaving her panting and reaching down to massage herself, extending the sensation if only a little.
As she continues to rub and squirm, she finds herself feeling agitated. The hellhound curses aloud, "Hnng... damnit! This isn't getting it! It just feels empty!" She dips her fingers inside and squeezes, letting her claws drag lightly against her insides, longing for her secret sex toy.
She feels her tail drop to the ground as Reynard comes around to see what's wrong. "Loona, dear, I believe I know what you mean. You feel that something is missing, yes?" Her glance drops from staring at the sky and meets his eyes with a look of dissatisfaction. She grinds her teeth some and then with a trace of defeat, nods her head. "Well, I think I may have that very thing, if you think that's what you truly want." He tilts his head down and cocks it slightly to the side, shooting a sideways glance directly below him, before looking back at her.
The hellhound follows his gaze and finds her heart skip several beats as she realizes what he means. He's almost certainly right, that's what's missing, but despite her bluster, she struggles to find the confidence to ask outright. She raises a thumbclaw to her mouth and nibbles on it lightly, brow furrowed and ears pointed at funny angles. A moment passes, and then another. A drip of wetness slides out and plops onto her pawpad, currently curled underneath her as she still gyrates lightly. "... Fuck it. Fuck me," she finally says in response, wanting to have more fun with the feather but without that nagging emptiness from before. "Show me what you've got, brush tail." She jabs a claw against his bare chest, but makes no move to disrobe him herself.
With the lovely lady not taking it upon herself, Reynard loosens his belt and pulls it from its loops with a flourish. He folds it in half and gives it a crack before tossing it aside. He unbuttons the tail loop and begins to pull the entirety of what remains off, Loona's gaze timidly watching, the entire process taking far less time than it feels it is. When flesh appears, Loona immediately pulls back in surprise. Not for its size, but for something else. "Ih-... It's... It's human..?!"
Reynard's muzzle scrunches up, his whiskers twitching in confusion. "Of course it is. Why did you think it wouldn't be? You do realize your's is human, too, right?" She continues to look at his cock, as though some sort of illusion was just broken. The fox's mind scrambles as he tilts his head left and right, working through the inner meaning of her words. "Oh. Ohh~... Oh oh oh! Oh dear. Loona, Loona. You're still a virgin, aren't you?" He attempts to confirm his theory, showing concern for the sudden shock and trying to be careful to not sound condescending.
Loona sputters and quickly throws out a denial. "Wh-what? N-no! Of course I'm not!" A lie, her only experience has been solo.
Reynard continues, "And let me guess, you bought the Exotic Hellhound from Bad-Demon dot com, didn't you." Less of a question, more of a declaration of fact.
Another damaging strike to her ego. Her dad refuses to let her watch hellhound porn, despite her age, and she had to sneak around just to get her hand on a sex toy. She bought the best-seller and didn't think much past that and her knowledge of the human world. Her ears dip in embarrassment over her inexperience.
"Loona, listen," he begins softly, understanding how vulnerable she must suddenly be feeling. "Almost all of hell's denizens are human down there. That's just how it is, dear. If that's too much for you right now, I understand." He offers her the chance to back out.
Loona stares at his dick, fleshy pink and human-like. She runs her fingers along her vagina, finding the truth of his words. She curses herself inwardly for her naivety. At the same time, she turns that frustration into the energy to push forward. "I, uhh, I just thought foxes were different. That's all." She swallows and tries to shake away the jitters and surprise.
Sizing up the nude, erect fox, she gives him a passing grade. About half an English cucumber, for his stature that isn't half bad. Certainly enough to fill the emptiness. Rising to her feet, she walks over to stand in front of the trickster. Noting again their size difference, she rises a full head above him at neutral posture, despite being somewhat diminutive herself. She considers how to best do this, almost wishing he would offer some sort of insight.
When none is immediately forthcoming, she lets her impatience guide her and closes the gap, putting her hands to his shoulders and pushing against him, loosely shoving him to the ground. "Mmm, hello, lovely Loona." She swallows again and decides to spend a moment exploring the real thing. She runs her hand along his cock's length, thinking about how close it's been to her this whole time. Its warmth stands out to her, a much different feeling from her room-temperature piece of silicone.
Her mind considers leaning down, licking it, tasting it, doing much more. She strokes it again, then gives it an excessively rough squeeze that causes Reynard to flinch. His ears twitch along with his tail, but he doesn't groan. She feels lost, fighting against uncertainty. Things have escalated well beyond what she saw taking place this day, and as her eyes dart around, they find themselves meeting with Reynard's. She looks into the golden sparkle, and he clasps his right hand around one of her's, gripping it with a comforting touch.
Loona's heart flutters a bit, and she reminds herself of all the positives from earlier. She grabs his left hand, which still holds the feather, and lifts it up. Tilting her head downwards, she makes her brow obvious to him, and with a quiet understanding, he brushes the feather against it a few times, her hair tickling at his arm. A small tear forms in the corner of her eye, and she smiles warmly. Straddling the fox with renewed energy and exuberance, she uses her left hand to steady his erection, then does what she's used to doing at home and plunges herself down onto the playful sex toy underneath her.