Mossflower After Midnight: Dethbrush/Dingeye/Thura
Just getting an id-fic out!
If he'd had the choice, Dethbrush would have preferred to force his way inside the skinny stoat, but that wasn't an option; the size difference was simply too great. There would be questions if a soldier, even one nobeast particularly cared about, turned up with his pelvis cracked in half. Still, he was getting the point across well enough as it was, and he couldn't say it wasn't enjoyable to feel Dingeye's thighs tremble as he squeezed them tight around the fox's cock, to force the stoat's face into the dirt and stretch him to the limit with just two probing, scratching, clawed and sharp-knuckled fingers. Dingeye was sobbing, shaking, staring longingly at the heap of his clothes, but his own small shaft was even harder than the fox's, dripping into the dust.
"You don't let Thura do this, do you?" Dethbrush whispered, right up against the stoat's scruff.
"N-no..."
"Didn't think so. You want to feel like it's you in control, don't you? Because you never are in anything else. But it's all a lie. Look at you now, you're wet as a jill. Except a female might fight back harder. More to lose if I tore them up, no more chance for pups. Not you though. You fuckin' love this."
"Hate y'..."
Dethbrush kissed his ear. "I know."
Dingeye's fur was coarse and scratchy, but slicked down by the spit Dethbrush had applied with his paw and the pre-seed dripping steadily from both of them, smoothing the way for the fox's rough thrusts. The stoat's tail twitched to the side, flicking and swishing anxiously - whether his fear was that the assault would end soon or that it wouldn't, even he didn't seem to know. Exactly how the fox wanted him.
Dethbrush gripped his victim's hip, thumb resting in the hollow of Dingeye's pelvis, and pulled him back to meet his thrusts, harder and harder. The stoat yelped, his cheek dragging on the rough dirt until he managed to push himself up onto his elbows. Dust matted on his wet whiskers, tears and drool forming mud. Dethbrush's claws, meanwhile, pressed and rubbed harder, working him open as far as he could go. Their shafts rubbed together, slick and hot, and when Dethbrush found the firm spot inside and pushed hard, that was enough to force out a cry as the shamed stoat's come splashed out, smearing his belly and lubricating the fox's longer, thicker shaft just enough for what he had in mind. Dethbrush pulled back, gripping himself to aim.
"Agh... whuh... No! No no no-"
Of course he couldn't fit all the way in, but that wasn't necessary. Dethbrush simply pressed the pointed tip of his cock against the barely-big-enough hole and pushed just a little way in, and the resulting scream of anticipated pain was enough to tip him over the edge too, his come spilling inside and leaking down their legs. He stood up, and let Dingeye collapse.
"Ow!"
"Stop whining. You know it could be worse."
"Ugh... yeah... I mean, yessir." Dingeye pushed himself up, shaking and sniffling, and wiped roughly at his face, trying to dislodge the dirt. "C'n I get me clothes back now?"
Dethbrush refastened his own clothes and threw the dirty trews and tunic at him. "You know how to dress yourself, I'm not stopping you."
"Y-yessir... So yer gonna leave Thura 'lone now, right?"
Dethbrush didn't look back as he walked away. "Sure."
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Thura's jaw didn't open far enough either. Dethbrush was quite content to watch him nuzzle and lick at his tip, rough dirty paws sliding clumsily over the shaft in a poor attempt to make up for his mouth's shortcomings. Thura's little hitching sobs and sniffs blew bursts of cool air over the fox's heated skin, and the saliva he couldn't swallow with his jaw jammed open drenched his own whitish chest-fur. Regardless, he was in the same state his friend and counterpart had been. His cock was hard, enough so for his heartbeat to make it twitch visibly, without a single brush of his paws - Dethbrush had forbidden him that. Just the smell and taste of fox musk combined with utter terror was more than enough to keep him on the edge.
"You do this all the time, don't you?"
Thura nodded, gurgling "Uh-huh," unwilling to risk moving his tongue away to speak. A very unattractive snot bubble burst on his lip and he hastily wiped it off with the back of his paw, not wanting to know what Dethbrush would do if it got on him.
"Not surprised. Look at you. I'd wager I could get you off with words alone from here." Dethbrush bumped his footpaw against Thura's erection, just for a second, and the stoat wailed, jaw trembling with the strain of not letting his teeth slip. "Don't act like you wouldn't rather kiss my dick than your mucker's ugly face. You'd stay down there all day if I let you, eh?"
Thura nodded and squeaked.
"Then," Dethbrush grabbed the stoat's ear and jaw and forced his mouth even wider, making him squeal in pain, "why in the name of Hellgates are you still so bad at it?!"
Thura physically couldn't take in any more of him, and all Dethbrush managed to do was scratch himself on Thura's chipped and blunted fangs and the ridges in the roof of his mouth. His pleasure wasn't the point, though. The point was that Thura was hurt too. For a second he flailed, paws pushing at the fox's thighs, and Dethbrush spotted the moment when the panicked thought came to him that he mustn't risk resistance. With what little control he had of himself, he licked and gulped harder around the hot flesh in his mouth, resumed stroking with his paws. Dethbrush pulled back, away from the half-sharp teeth, and used his own paw to bring himself to peak. Thura's throat filled up with slime and come, and he fell back, gagging and choking and doing his utmost not to vomit on his tormentor. Dethbrush stepped lightly on his cock again, just a little pressure and a gentle stroke, and Thura jerked his hips up and came, still coughing until he trailed off into a whine.
"You done?" Dethbrush wiped his footpaw off on Thura's face.
"Ugh... th-thank ye, sir..." Thura licked his lips and pulled a face. Dethbrush let him get away with it. Thura's face screwed up in confusion; Dethbrush guessed he'd registered the taste was familiar. It would be. He'd wiped himself down, but hadn't properly washed off Dingeye's come. Fox stink was strong enough to mostly cover it up, but it would lurk in the back of the poor creature's mind. Dethbrush hoped he'd figure it out when he was with Dingeye again, and wished he could be there to see it. He kicked Thura's clothes back to him with his dirtied footpaw.
"Mop yourself up and go make yourself useful."
"Yessir... Um..." Thura blew his nose on his sleeve. "Yer gonna leave Ding alone like yer promised, right?"
Again, Dethbrush didn't look back. "Yeah, whatever."