Blackened Sole
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Blackened Sole
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Diego looked at the restaurant's window over the rim of his wine glass, enjoying the scent of his drink, but not letting a drop touch his lips. To any observer, he appeared to be staring intently at something across the crowded pedestrian boulevard outside, but the many passersby beyond the pane of glass were slight distractions, not the targets of his attention. No, his eyes were focused on the reflection the window cast, looking over the shoulder of his black jacket through the busy restaurant's ground floor room at a dimly lit table against the far wall. There sat a light brown chipmunk girl, barely out of her teens, wearing an expensive looking green dress that complimented her slender figure perfectly. Diego's heart sped its beating within his chest as he watched her, though none would have guessed to look at him as he took another calm false sip of his red wine. His face remained neutral, but inside he was smirking. This was not going to be a pleasant night for the girl.
Across the small table from the chipmunk sat her new boyfriend, a white furred bat several years older than herself. Diego eyed the other male critically. The bat was shirtless, a common trend among winged individuals even in high class settings such as this restaurant. The bat's folded wings were the type that rose from his shoulder blades rather than draped beneath his arms, and they blocked Diego's view of most of his body, but it was clear he kept himself in good shape. He was close to Diego's own size and build, perhaps a little shorter and a little lighter. He wouldn't put up much of a fight.
"Is everything to your liking, sir?"
He looked up at the waitress from his plate of barely touched blackened sole. "It's delicious. My thoughts seem to be wandering tonight, is all." She nodded politely and turned to serve another customer, and indeed Diego's thoughts did wander. The black suits the waiters and waitresses all wore were very conservative, not so much as hinting at their figures, but where some males may have been embarrassed to find themselves picturing the attractive zebra girl in something more revealing and others might have wondered what she looked like wearing nothing at all, Diego's imagination watched her as she squirmed naked beneath him, her wide eyes pleading with him to stop as he rode her. He watched her until she stepped out of the window's reflection, his mind guessing exactly how tight she would be around him, then looked back at the seemingly placid fox face peering disinterestedly from the window before him. He raised his glass to his lips calmly, glancing back at the couple on the other side of the room.
He was halfway done with his fish when the chipmunk rose from her seat and made her way to the ladies' room. Diego didn't move, despite the strong temptation to follow her. Instead, he watched the bat, who, as soon as his date was out of line of sight, glanced hastily around the dining room to see if anyone was looking his way. Failing to notice the fox's reflection staring at him, he leaned over the table, spearing a bite of the chipmunk's salad to hide his other hand as it hovered over her drink for a moment. The white male sat back on his stool, then, chewing the lettuce and grinning to himself.
Diego shook his head slightly, looking down at his fish. It was exactly what he'd expected, but he couldn't keep a part of himself from being revolted. At least he hadn't made the trip into the city for nothing. He took one more bight of the sole, which really did taste quite good, before leaving payment and a significant tip on the table and making his way out of the restaurant. It wouldn't be long now.
Ten minutes later, while the fox lounged in the driver's seat of his old Ford Focus, the bat stepped out of the restaurant supporting the chipmunk with his arm around her shoulders, half sheltering her with one leathery wing. He helped her into a dark gray Saturn before walking around to the driver's side.
Diego counted to twenty once the Saturn pulled out of the parking lot before turning the ignition in his own car.
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The fox followed the Saturn to a remarkably run down motel a few miles across town from the restaurant, always careful to keep five or six other cars between his and the bat's. After taking his date to as expensive a restaurant as he had, the bat could surely afford better accommodations for them, but given his intent that night, his choice wasn't at all surprising. Diego pulled into a parking spot that faced away from the motel just as the couple made their way into the reception lobby, the bat almost having to carry the drugged girl now. Tilting his rear view mirror to give him a clear view of the front entrance, he waited. He'd been to this motel before; there was only one story, and each room could only be accessed from outside. The bat was making things very easy for him.
A few minutes later, the bat was pulling the chipmunk across the parking lot to a room in the middle of the long building. Diego waited after they'd gone inside, having adjusted his mirror again to get a clear view of the door they'd entered and the windows to either side of it. A short time later, the blinds in one window twitched as the bat peeked out at the parking lot from between two of the white plastic strips, then the room was still once more.
Diego waited yet another thirty seconds before stepping out of his car and stretching languidly in the quiet parking lot. He stared at the night sky for a short moment. The city lights made it difficult to see the stars, but the moon had no trouble shining down at him. It was nearly full; he'd have to take another trip in from his farm house in a few days. He took a deep sigh, then turned to the couple's room.
He walked swiftly up to the door, then stood with his hands in his pants pockets, eyes closed and ears perked forward.
"Please, Roger, I really don't want to," he heard the chipmunk say, her voice thin and muffled by the room's wall. "Not on the first date. . . ."
"Shh, of course you do." That was the bat, Roger, his voice silken and comforting. "You've wanted this for a long time, Mandy. You know that."
"Are you. . . . I'm not sure. I don't think I want this. . . ."
"Mandy""
The bat's voice broke off at the sound of Diego's polite knock. He'd heard enough; there was no sense in letting things go too far, yet. He could hear a growled warning to stay quiet, a small whimper, and some rustling of cloth before the door opened a crack, the bat peering out of it with one eye. It was still chained, Diego noticed.
"Can I help you?" Roger asked impatiently.
"I hope so, son," Diego said, even though only a few years separated the two males. He flashed his wallet open to the bat, holding it up so Roger could see the forged FBI badge inside it, an exact duplicate of one Diego had seen on Law and Order. "Sorry to bother you so late, but I'm investigating a missing person's report, and hoped you might have seen something. The girl was last spotted here yesterday around five in the evening."
"Girl?" the bat said nervously. "What did she look like?" Roger surely knew that Mandy wasn't anywhere near this neighborhood the day before, but any question about a crime involving a girl would put him on the defensive, if only subconsciously.
Diego closed his wallet, knowing the light outside was too dim for the bat to have clearly inspected his fake badge. "Teenage lioness, dark tan fur, about this tall. . . ." He held his hand at a level about half a foot above his head and made as if to go on, but the bat was already shaking his head.
"I'm sorry. I only arrived a few minutes ago. I'm from out of town."
Well, that was a lie, but the fox let it pass. "All the same, I have a few questions I'd like to ask. If you could step outside for just a moment, I'd rather talk with you face to face." Roger hesitated, still uncertain. "It won't take long, I promise." Diego flashed him a reassuring smile.
Roger heaved a dramatic sigh and closed the door to unchain it. "All right, but let's make this quick. I'm really tired."
"Don't worry, it will only take. . . ." Diego interrupted his own sentence by punching Roger's white muzzle as soon as it came into view past the opening door, kicking the bat hard in his chest when he staggered back in surprise, knocking him sprawling at the foot of the room's large bed. Underneath that bed's covers, the chipmunk peered at Diego with wide eyes as he shut the door behind him, the drug in her system keeping her from crying out in her fright.
Diego ignored her, dropping another punch into the side of Roger's face, hard enough to make the bat sag limply for a moment. The fox swiftly pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket and secured Roger to a bedpost before the bloodied male had a chance to gather his bearings.
While the bat roused himself enough to begin pulling at the metal around his wrist, Diego stepped beside the bed where Mandy's light brown head stared at him, her fingers clutching the blanket to her chin. This was it: the moment that terrified the fox to his core.
Having shed any semblance of civility when he'd forced his way into the room, Diego tore the covers from the chipmunk's grasp and threw them off her body with a snarl. She was naked, her beautiful green dress thrown on the floor with her underwear near Diego's feet. He glared down at her as she tried to cover herself with her hands. He leaned over the terrified female, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent, his blood pounding in his ears, his lust rising in an uncontrollable tide, trying to drown him. He lowered his face closer to her. . . .
. . . Then knelt further to pick up her dress from the floor, holding it out to her. She hesitated a moment, then took it, and in the instant her hand grasped the material, he caught an uninterrupted view of her pale pink nipples, rising from the gentle mounds of her breasts. He clenched his teeth as she clumsily pulled the dress over her nakedness, his fists balled at his sides. The drug was making her movements slow and awkward, and she was unable to hide herself from the fox's hungry eyes, but eventually she was standing on the other side of the bed wearing the dress. Diego felt his pants struggling to contain his growing erection; the green dress was sheer enough that, without a bra, the chipmunk's nipples were clearly evident through it.
"Get out," he growled at her, and she hurried to do so.
The fox crossed the room to the door once Mandy closed it behind her and glared at the bat hunching half covered by the bed's tossed sheets, still growling quietly deep in his throat.
Roger spat a string of blood onto the carpet beside him, then laughed bitterly. "Think you're some kind of hero, huh, fox? Knight in shining armor and all that?" The bat swore loudly. "I saw the way you leered at her. You're no different than me." His voice turned menacing. "And if you don't let me go right now"" He blinked as the handcuffs' keys landed beside him. Diego glared at him from in front of the door as he scrambled to release his wrist, the fur on the fox's neck and back trying so hard to rise, it was lifting his black tee shirt and jacket. The bat leapt to his feet, wiping blood from his lip and pulling a pocket knife out of his pants pocket. "Last mistake you'll ever make," he snarled, then rushed toward Diego, slashing the knife in a wide arc.
The fox caught the other male's arm easily, using Roger's own momentum to crush his hand against the doorknob. The bat swore in pain and dropped his knife, then was hurled back against the bed by Diego's open palm against his sternum. Diego didn't give him any time to recover, punching him hard in his side with one fist while his forearm pressed under his chin, pinning his neck to the bedpost. The bat's eyes bulged, and he flailed with arms and wings at Diego until the fox leaned heavily on his forearm. While Roger clutched at his bicep, muzzle open wide in a desperate attempt to breathe, Diego used his free hand to tear the fly of the bat's pants open. As soon as Roger's grip on his upper arm weakened, he stepped away from the white male's neck, only to grab his trousers at the ankles and yank them off the bat's legs as he gasped for breath.
"What the hell"" Roger began hoarsely, but the fox's footpad stomping on his gut cut him off, and he doubled over, wings curling around himself protectively as he lay curled on his side.
Diego pulled his jacket and shirt off while the bat fought his need to vomit, then his own pants, tossing his clothes into one corner of the room where they would be safe from stains.
"Oh, hell no," the bat rasped when he saw the nude fox standing in front of him, the vulpine fondling his plump, white testicles and slowly pumping the tapered pillar of red flesh that rose from the swollen white sheath above them.
With a loud, feral growl, the fox leapt on top of his prey, bowling the bat onto his back beside the bed, one wing sprawled up the side of it. The bat tried to rise, but he was still out of breath from Diego's forearm, and the fox's weight on his chest held him firmly on the carpet. Diego planted his hands on the other's shoulders and used his knees to pin the bases of his wings to his sides as he straddled the bat, pressing his firm buttocks and groin down into Roger's rib cage and letting his erection bob between them. He wanted the bat to feel him, to know exactly what was happening to him. He leaned forward, keeping his luxurious tail high so that the bat couldn't catch it between his knees, and sandwiched his phallus between his belly and Roger's chest, his hips already thrusting slightly as he absorbed the sensation of soft fur surrounding his length. Diego caught Roger's wrists when the bat tried numbly to push him away, pinning the dazed male's arms above his head with one hand while his free hand closed around the bat's muzzle to prevent any bites to his chest, hovering inches above Roger's face. He pressed himself down harder, grinding his full sack against the bat's lower ribs and rolling his penis between them during his tiny thrusts.
Diego looked down at the bat when he felt his tension come to a peak, watching the other male's expression as his genitals convulsed and shot two spurts of semen onto Roger's chin and throat. The bat's eyes widened in surprise when he felt the warm liquid splash his jaw, but Diego could soon feel him sneering against his padded palm. The fox released the other male's face, raising his torso and sitting on the bat's stomach while his member drooled the remnants of his orgasm onto Roger's sternum.
"That's it?" the bat mocked, propping himself on his elbows as best he could now that his arms were free. He laughed up at Diego. "No wonder you can't get any girls if you can't keep a hard on for thirty seconds without blowing your load. Now get off of me, queer."
Glaring down at the bat, his expression never shifting from his mask of violent hunger, Diego reached behind him and palmed the bat's balls.
"Hey! Don't even think. . . ." Roger's sentence was cut short as Diego's fingers clenched around his furry sack, claws almost breaking the skin around its base and fingers nearly crushing the testes within. The bat's face froze in an agonized grimace, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Diego almost took the invitation that open mouth presented, but knew that the other male was still too defiant to risk his teeth. Instead, he scooted back over Roger's abdomen until his rump sat atop the bat's white sheath, then farther, releasing the other male's balls so that he could press their privates against each other. Roger whimpered, but when he reached down to comfort his injured genitals, his paws were stopped by the fox's orange thighs. Diego let the bat's fingers dig into his thick fur, rubbing his own heavy sack against Roger's groin behind the bat's bruised one, leaning forward again to settle his swollen sheath between the other male's abused testicles, the fox's half erect member dragging in Roger's fur beside his sheath. The fox stopped sliding down the other male's body to press his hips downward, forcing Roger to notice what was rubbing against his crotch.
"How many?" Diego asked in a deep, quiet growl as he lifted himself off the groaning bat. He placed his paws on the insides of Roger's knees and pried his white thighs apart before kneeling between them.
"How many what?" Roger whispered between clenched teeth.
Lifting the other male's legs and draping the white calves over his shoulders, Diego lay himself on top of Roger, bending the bat double. The tip of the fox's penis nestled on top of Roger's ball sack, twitching with each of the fox's heartbeats as it hardened again. Diego lowered his muzzle next to the bat's pointed ear. "How many girls have you drugged into bed?" he breathed, voice deep with lust.
"As if you cared," the bat began, trying weakly to push Diego away with his hands on the fox's shoulders between his trapped knees.
Diego pulled back just enough to nuzzle the other male's throat, his hands rising and cupping the sides of Roger's face, forcing the bat to keep his chin raised even while Diego dragged the tip of his reformed erection down past the back of Roger's genitals, stopping only when he felt a small disk of warm, dimpled skin against the front of his sensitive member. The fox opened his muzzle around Roger's exposed Adam's apple, pressing his teeth into the bat's fur hard enough to break the skin. Roger's feeble struggles froze immediately. "How many, Roger?" Diego growled around the throat in his jaws.
For a dangerously long moment, Roger didn't say anything, merely staring at the ceiling. Then, finally, "Four," escaped his lips in a defeated sob.
Diego lifted his face away from the bat's throat, glaring down at his frightened eyes, and began pushing his hips forward. Roger's eyes widened further as he fully recognized the inescapability of his situation. "Please," he begged while trying to clench his buttocks. The attempt to push Diego's phallus away only managed to squeeze its tip between the bat's firm yet softly furred cheeks, stimulating the fox even further. "You made your point."
"No, I haven't." Diego bit down around the bat's white shoulder, growling around his mouthful of fur and flesh, "But I'm about to." The fox's rump flexed even more than the bat's with his efforts to drive his hips down and forward. Once the bat's virgin sphincter finally gave in to the pressure against it, Diego was able to work his way fully within the other male's rectum with a few sharp jabs of his pelvis. He stilled himself after hilting his shaft within Roger, drinking in every sensation the bat's warm body gave him. With the other male's bottom lifted slightly at a perfect angle to be penetrated, Diego was in contact with most of the bat's front as well as the undersides of his twitching thighs. He could feel the bat's sheath and abused sack flattened underneath his tensed stomach; his own white balls were being pushed back between his slightly spread thighs by Roger's rump, the base of the bat's tufted tail tickling them as it squirmed.
Growling around Roger's shoulder, Diego pulled his hips back and began to very slowly drive himself in and out through the bat's stretched tail star. He'd have moved more quickly, but his penis's only lubrication was the sperm left on its tip after his first orgasm, which had been mostly wiped off by Roger's belly fur and testicles. The tightness of the bat's insides rasping around him was almost as uncomfortable for Diego as for the other male, who was writhing and sobbing helplessly under the dominant fox. Resting his full body weight on Roger's upturned thighs, Diego reached underneath them to grasp the bat's bottom, claws digging into Roger's buttocks as he spread them, encouraging the other male's backside to relax. The muscles around the fox's erection seemed to loosen a little, though it was such a subtle change he wasn't sure whether or not it was just his imagination. Nonetheless, he let his thrusts speed up, gathering momentum, making Roger cry out in pain and dismay.
Unsurprisingly, Diego soon felt a spot of smooth warmth against the fur of his navel, the front of the bat's penis when it emerged from its sheath as the fox forcefully stimulated Roger's prostate. Diego took a moment to rub his belly fur against that point of sensitive skin, encouraging more of the bat's length to escape his sheath and begin to swell while Roger shook his head in helpless denial. This was where many rapists justified their actions, at least those who felt their actions needed justification. If their victim became aroused, it meant they were enjoying the rapist's treatment. If they actually climaxed, then surely they had wanted this sort of attention all along?
Diego had no need of justification, nor any illusions that his actions could be justified, but Roger struck him as the type to harbor such a need, and he intended to disillusion the bat. Roger was getting aroused, and he was going to have an orgasm. It would be up to the bat to decide when it was over whether he enjoyed and wanted to be raped, or if he'd been deluding himself in thinking the girls he'd bedded were anything except his victims.
The fox didn't care what Roger made of his behavior, though, and as soon as the bat's penis was fully unsheathed, he resumed his thrusts with renewed vigor, pressing his abdomen down over the other male's stiffening length. Diego squeezed the bat's firm rump as hard as he was able, spots of crimson spreading in the velvety white fur around his claws. He could taste coppery blood in his open muzzle, as well, and had to make himself release the other's shoulder before he crushed the collarbone beneath his jaws. He licked the fur of Roger's shoulder and neck almost tenderly while pounding through the bat's tail hole, giving the butt under his paws another yelp-inducing squeeze.
Roger's eyes rolled back in his head as he was overwhelmed by the pain and growing pleasure Diego was sending through him, his leathery white wings curling involuntarily around them to embrace the fox raping him. Diego was somewhat surprised by the subconscious gesture, but he was so close to his peak, he wouldn't have been able to hold back even if he'd wanted to. He shoved himself up to his full knot into Roger's rectum and climaxed within the cocoon of the bat's twitching wings.
Releasing the other male's buttocks and shoulder, he planted his palms on either side of Roger's face, bracing his forearms to support his weight while his orgasm ran its course. Diego could feel his semen trying to course back around his length as he continued to shoot ropes of it into the bat's body, the pressure building against his tip until a slight tremor in Roger's rectum allowed a small stream of the sperm to escape along the underside of the fox's erection, trickling down the short distance from Roger's stretched sphincter to his tufted tail. Diego ground into the other male, smearing the natural lubrication around his insides and glaring coldly down at his dazed expression while his knot pushed against the bat's tail hole, applying enough force to make certain Roger noticed, but not enough to actually tie with him.
Once Diego's balls relaxed against the bat's bottom, the trickle of fox seed a warm trail down the front of his scrotum, he pulled out of his victim without warning and stood, pushing out from the embrace of the other male's wings and letting Roger's legs flop flat onto the motel's carpet on either side of his feet. He watched the bat for a long moment, waiting for an attack, either physical or verbal, but Roger merely lay panting open mouthed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Broken already, then.
Without a word, the fox stepped around the bat's limp form and crouched with his hind paws to either side of the other male's head. Grasping under the bat's armpits, he hauled the white male upright and bent him over the side of the motel bed. "What are you. . . ." Roger began, looking back over his shoulder when Diego pinned him to the bed with a paw against the back of his neck, but he didn't bother finishing the question. The answer was obvious when the fox pulled Roger's short tail up away from his rear end with his free hand and began rubbing his sheath and softening penis all over the bat's firm butt, thrusting a few times up between his cheeks as his erection hardened again.
After a few moments of such stimulation, Diego pulled back, trailing his hand down from the bat's neck to the small of his back so that he could get a good look at the small pink tail star hiding between Roger's clenched buttocks, visible only when the fox released the bat's tail and pried one cheek apart from the other with his thumb. He leaned his weight against the hand over Roger's back, pressing the bat's stomach down against the edge of the soft bed and forcing the white male's legs to bend slightly. Then, bending his own legs with his hind paws to either side of the bat's calves to follow the other male down, he nestled his tip against that dimpled indentation, relishing the warm wetness that he'd left there.
To his slight disappointment, Roger didn't try to fight him when he pushed into his tight warmth for the second time. The bat's wings, stretched out along the bed's edge to both sides, rose slightly when he arched his back beneath the fox, but that was the only sign he made of his distress. The bat did try to pull away from Diego once the fox had pushed into him back up to his reforming knot, but only managed to press his own balls and sheath into the soft bedding beneath him. Diego smirked while the bat squirmed beneath him, unable to move away from his rapist without stimulating himself, and the fox couldn't resist reaching under the other male's hips to caress Roger's furry testicles. The bat froze when he felt Diego's paw, and the fox used the other's stillness to trail his finger pads up past his sheath to the tip of his smooth penis. Finding the bat fully unsheathed and erect, yet still dry at the tip, Diego gave his length a single squeeze before returning his paw to the top of Roger's rump beside the other's tail, rubbing the muscles there and sliding slowly out of the bat's tight confines.
Diego began a slow humping rhythm, leaning down over Roger to pant beside the other male's pointed ear. At the end of every thrust, he pushed his knot against the bat's abused sphincter, paused a brief moment to relish the velvety fur that coated the round muscles squeezing the base of his shaft, then withdrew again just as the other male's tail hole began to stretch around his bulge. The fox pressed his upper body down against Roger's back, his chest nestling between the roots of the bat's wings, his stomach sculpting itself to the curve of the other's bottom, pinning that small tail between them while his pelvis continued its ministrations. If he closed his eyes and ignored the wing bases against his ribs, he could almost imagine that it was Roger's chipmunk date squirming beneath him. Tucking his arms beneath his victim's wings, he rubbed at the bat's chest while gently raping him, regretting its flatness as his palms brushed past the nipples hiding beneath the soft, white fur, gliding down to Roger's upper stomach.
With such treatment, it didn't take long for Roger's body to tense beneath him. Diego could feel it begin in the bat's belly, the abdomen under the fox's palm hardening as the bat struggled to fight off a rising surge. The vulpine's paw followed the trail of flexing muscles down the bat's body until the side of his hand met the pre-drooling tip of the other male's twitching erection. An instant later, while Diego was grinding his knot against Roger's stretched tail star, the bat's body locked down around the fox's penis, trapping Diego as surely as if he'd actually tied with the other male, and a splash of warm wetness bathed his paw while Roger groaned out his denial.
Every twitch of the bat's testicles made his body clamp down harder around Diego's trapped penis, bringing the fox ever closer to his own peak. He managed to hold himself back, though, until Roger's body slumped wearily against the bed beneath him, the muscles around the fox's erection relaxing aside from the occasional shudder running up and down the length of the bat's limp form. Gripping the other male's hips harshly in his paws, Diego dug his hind claws into the motel carpeting and lunged forward, his vulpine knot pressing relentlessly against Roger's stretched tail star until, with a jarring suddenness, it slid inside, the bat's sphincter locking tightly behind it. Roger's body convulsed, his back arching as he cried out in pain, his hands clutching at the soft bedding at his sides desperately.
The fox snarled, the other male's tightness around his knot almost painful even for him. He could no longer fight back his own climax, his furry testicles drawing up close to his groin against the bat's rump, and he jerked his hips forward and backward as much as the vice around his penis would allow while he shot another bout of semen into Roger's bowels. His fingers dug into the bat's buttocks hard enough to make the soft fur bulge out between the fox's digits, claws penetrating the skin until more beads of red welled up underneath his fingertips.
Diego's snarl merged into a satisfied smile as his third orgasm faded to a breathless afterglow. His thought blurring cloud of lust dissipated enough for him to feel the briefest moment of regret for his actions, but it didn't last. How could he regret something that felt so good?
Lowering his hands in front of Roger's thighs, the fox hefted the other male's legs up to either side of his hips, like oversized wheelbarrow handles, and crawled onto the bed on top of the bat, swinging the other's legs up along with him. Roger gave an occasional shudder of revulsion as Diego rolled them onto their sides, but otherwise made no sign of his unhappiness with the situation. Diego's knot was gradually deflating inside the tight ring of the other's sphincter, but he kept his hips pressed firmly against the bat's rump, grinding against Roger's gluts slowly to make certain he couldn't forget where he was, or what had just been done to him.
Lying with the bat's leathery wing pinned beneath him, the other wing curling around the white male's body defensively, Diego draped his arms over the wings' bases and around the bat's chest and throat, hugging their bodies together. "The Hunter's Lodge," he whispered hoarsely into Roger's ear.
"What?" the bat croaked, clearly unsure if he'd heard Diego correctly.
"The Hunter's Lodge," Diego repeated, his voice a low, satisfied murr. "It's how I found you. You've been a devout follower of Hunter's Lodge Films for three years, ever since you were legally allowed to watch pornography when you were sixteen." Swirling a claw tip through the fur around the bat's nipple, Diego went on. "I started watching their films when I was thirteen. They're very well made, as far as pornography goes. When I started watching them, I could hardly believe the rape scenes weren't genuine. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I realized I didn't care if they were or not." He indulged himself in a moment of nibbling at the base of the bat's ear, enjoying the feeling of his sharp canines and incisors scraping against the other male's thinly furred skin. "By the time I was sixteen, I'd already decided that watching others just wasn't enough."
"So what," Roger said, a touch of petulance all that was left of his defiance in his hoarse voice, "now you're going to tell me your life story?" He cried out when the fox bit down hard on the side of his neck without warning, whimpering submissively after the sharp teeth left his skin.
"The relevant parts, yes," Diego answered, his voice as light and conversational as before, as if the taste of the other male's blood in his mouth was of no consequence. "I already had a victim in mind, a plump little robin who was as timid as they come. After stalking her for longer than a month, I finally smothered my conscience and inhibitions enough to take her. It was supposed to be no more than a quick assault in the women's bathroom at the office she worked at, but when I followed her in, I found that someone else had beaten me to her. Her boss, a big horse who could tie you in a knot with one hand, evidently had a habit of raping his new female employees during his lunch break.
"It's surprising how angry I got when he stole my prize right out from under me. I wasn't expecting it, but it gave me an edge, and I'd caught the boss off guard. We both almost beat each other into a coma, but I'm the one who wound up conscious at the end of it. And through the whole fight, the robin just watched without making a noise. I guess she was too afraid of us."
Diego hadn't softened much while talking, but the memory of his first rape was swiftly returning him to his firmest state inside the bat's anus. He dug his fingertips into Roger's thin pectoral, scratching at the skin beneath the white fur almost hard enough to draw blood. "All I wanted after beating the horse bloody was a good screw, but seeing the robin all huddled and pathetic in a corner took away all her appeal. There's no value, you see, in beating someone into submission if they're already submissive." He whispered conspiratorially into Roger's large ear, beginning to move his hips again in small, gentle thrusts. "You can claim as great a victory from walking down a sidewalk without getting hit by a car. It would have been pointless. The horse, now, beating him down was a real triumph." Diego shifted, moving his arm down behind the bat's wing to curve around Roger's hip and grip his fuzzy sheath and scrotum. "I made him squeal until closing time." He punctuated the sentence with a swift jab of his pelvis, eliciting a satisfying grunt of discomfort from the other male.
"After that, I was hooked," the fox said as he continued to rape his victim yet again. "Not only had I found a form of prey far more satisfying than helpless, timid girls, I had found a completely guilt free outlet. And I knew just where to find others with the same hunger I have." He gave the bat's testicles a firm squeeze, lifting them away from the other male's crotch before letting them bounce back down against Roger's lower thigh. "You'd be amazed at how quickly the CEO of a barely legal pornography company will give up his customer list when you have him bent over his desk with his tail in your teeth."
Roger just whimpered, his will thoroughly broken, so Diego rolled him onto his stomach and began pounding him ruthlessly, taking as much pleasure as he could from a victim who had put up so little fight. The night wasn't as satisfying as many he'd had since that first encounter with the robin's boss, but he had expected as much the moment he'd begun watching Roger three weeks earlier, making certain the bat was something worse than just a passive member of the Hunter's Lodge's growing audience.
The bat had been amused by Diego's short charge after his first climax, but that was only because he hadn't expected just how many times the fox could reach his peak in one setting. The fox soon had him suckling on his penis without a struggle, and claimed his victim in almost as many positions as he could think of without the use of bondage gear.
Shortly before dawn, Diego was driving back to his country estate, eager to reach his kitchen. The night's activities had barely diminished his more carnal appetite, but had worked the hunger in his stomach to as great a ravenous desperation as his loins had been in before he'd subdued Roger.
He really should have eaten more of his blackened sole.