Taken
I watched as Kristal said goodbye to her friends, peeking out from around the corner at the beautiful dolphin. I only wished my black horse fur was white so I could blend in with the walls. My black fur made it really hard to hide from the jocks, which is what outcasts did. Another little something that made me stand out was my name. Draco. Why in the hell did a horse have a dragon's name, let alone, the name for dragon? Some people might have thought it was cool, but it just made me stand out more.
I felt my pants start to tent as I stared at Kristal, the only voyeur in the school. Every guy in the hall turned red and stared after her bounciness. However, she either didn't care or didn't notice, but I'm sure it was the former because she had to have visibility problems with those things.
Laughing to myself, which was all the laughing I did anymore, I made my way to my locker, which someone had courteously broken into because I could never seem to get the over-complicated combination right. Grabbing my sorry excuse for my backpack, I walked outside and took off towards my sorry excuse for my house.
Back home, I dropped my pack in the kitchen and started towards my room. I heard the squeak that told me my dad had a slut over again. Sick and tired of this shit, I popped my head in. My dad was mounted on the girl, who could be no more than sixteen, and tit-fucking her.
"How's the money coming, dad?" I yelled. He looked up at me, dumbstruck. I slammed the door and ran down the hall, practically in tears when I passed the picture of my mom.
Behind the locked door in the darkness of my room, I sat thinking about Kristal. I wanted so much to ask her out, but for all the wrong reasons. Besides, she didn't even notice me. I was the tallest guy in the school (because I am a horse after all, the only one within a couple miles, which made me different) and the only time she had ever spoken to me was to ask me who the "cute guy over there was".
I clenched my hands into fists until they hurt. The outcast horse had had enough. I wanted revenge.
I watched as Kristal said goodbye to her friends, peeking out from around the corner at the beautiful dolphin. This time, however, I followed.
I walked down the street that Kristal had taken, watching for anyone who was wondering what a black horse in raggedy clothing was doing in a nice neighborhood like this. I found Kristal walking down the street towards me. I guessed she had forgotten something. I ducked into a space between houses and waited until she was right next to me. I pulled out the chloroform-laced rag and stepped behind her, smothering her face with it. She fell, stunned into my arms.
I watched her wake from the corner. While she had been asleep I had taken her to my place. Not my house. When I had come here with my dad after Mom died, I had found an old bomb shelter about a mile away from my house. And here we were.
Kristal tried to sit up, but couldn't because I had tied her to the steel ring that I had been left bolted into the floor. She felt a draft, and found out she was naked. She saw me materialize from the shadows and cringed in fear.
"You don't know me, but you hate me. Why?" I said
"I d-d-don't know w-w-what your t-talking about!" She sobbed.
I walked up and grabbed her breast, fondling it. She shrieked and tried to scramble away, but I was a lot stronger than her. I felt myself growing hard and I pulled away, taking off my clothes.
"You never answered me."
"P-p-please! Stop!" She was crying.
I walked over to her and stood her up. She looked at me with nothing but fear in her eyes. I saw my reflection in those big, blue orbs. I kissed her, hard and deep and hungry. She struggled, but I held on to her. She tried to kick my crotch, and I slapped her across the breasts, watching as they bounced. I forced her down onto her knees.
"It's time for revenge. Suck." I commanded, shoving my cock into her long mouth. She tried to bite my rod with her sharp teeth, so I slapped her breasts again. She sucked.
I lost myself in the feeling. I had never been sucked off before. The only experience I had was when I was little, and a female fox had taken me off the streets. She had taken me to her house and made me do things to her. I still had memories of what had happened afterwards. My dad had yelled at me and hit me for running off with some whore. I had told him she had taken me, but he hit me more.
Now, I was the one in control. Hitting Kristal had reminded me of my father, and I hated myself for it. Now however, all I could do was sit down in the lone chair and take out my lust and anger on Kristal. I hated myself for that, too.
Kristal, whom I had thought to be a virgin, almost proved me wrong. She was really good. Within 3 minutes I felt a burning feeling in my chest.
"Suck harder."
I started to hump into her mouth, my balls hitting her chin. I could see the disgust/helplessness/fear/anger in her eyes. I hated myself even more. However I could see she was getting off on this, too. Her hand was rubbing her sex, filling the room with the almost intoxicating scent. I was almost about to cum. I started rubbing my hands over her smooth skin, squeezing her breasts. I think the situation changed then, from a rape, to two kids who couldn't wait to have sex.
Even so, I still saw the mixed feelings in her eyes, so I stopped rubbing her. And when I finally did cum, I pulled out of her mouth and let the thick fluid spray across her breasts. As I looked down at her, and the tears flowing down her soft gray cheeks, I finally snapped.
"I*I'm sorry. I didn't mean to I*." With tears welling up in my eyes I sank to the floor, unable to speak. I took out a knife and she closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. However, I merely cut the ropes binding her. She kneeled there rubbing her wrists. Then she did the unthinkable.
She crawled over and wrapped her arms around my shaking body. I melted into her arms. Resting my head on her chest. She cried with me, and I think something started there. A kind of relationship of some sorts that connected us sort of flowed out.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I'll understand if you never want to see me again, we're moving soon anyway."
"No, I think I'm the one who should be sorry." I looked up at her, locked eyes with her, "I should have known that being popular, or being a voyeur isn't the greatest. I should have put more trust in people like you. I'm sorry."
I sat there, completely confused. I had just raped this girl, yet she was apologizing to me! I couldn't believe what was happening, I just sat there.
"Draco." I was surprised she knew my name, and then I realized I was wearing my bracelet. My mom had given it to me and it spelled out my name, with little silver dragons separating the letters. I think she was the only one who appreciated me.
"Yea, it means *dragon'. I don't know why that's my name though. My father says," here a pause, I never talk about my dad in public, "that it's because my mom had sex with a dragon, so I have dragon blood. But I don't believe that crap."
She said she thought it was a nice name and I hugged her back this time.
"Draco, when you were...did you...like it?" I stared up at her. I realized she didn't mean was she good.
"No, I hated myself for making you do that. Here." I handed her a cloth to wipe off her breasts.
"No, its okay...would you, like it...if I did?" This time I had no idea what she meant.
"Draco, for a long time I have been paying attention to you. You remember that time when you doorbell rang and you came out and no one was there, so you cussed them out? That was me. You remember when I asked you who that *cute guy over there was?' That was me, too. Draco, for a long time I've wanted to ask you out, and I think tonight, however horrible it was for you. I think that it gave me the courage to."
I looked up; there was no fear of sadness in her eyes. She meant it.
"Kristal...I...yea, I will." We kissed then, passionately and lovingly, as though nothing had gone wrong. I handed her clothes to her, but she swatted them away. She pulled me on top of her and ran her hands over my body. I positioned my cock so it was pressing against her sex. She nodded. I pressed in until I met a resistance. Backing out, I told her to close her eyes and slammed into her hips. She let out a yelp of pain but it receded quickly. I pounded into her, kissing her mouth, breasts, sucking on her nipples, squeezing her body with my powerful hands. It was then that she broke and came, squirting her female juices all over my cock. I felt the burning again, and a few moments later I came, too. Pumping her full of my thick horse seed.
We lay there looking into each other's eyes. I hugged close to her, and we kissed again, exploring each other's mouths. We fell asleep together, locked in a loving embrace. When we woke up we went out separate ways, but we still went out together, and almost every time, it ended up in the old bomb shelter, which now had a new purpose. Two years afterwards, in the old bomb shelter, I hugged close to her with joy and told her we weren't moving after all. My dad knew about us and decided to stay. Another couple years after that, in her house, I kneeled in front of her and proposed. She said yes.