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Red Versus Blue

By ScrumptiouslyWritative

Reina's steps plodded quickly across wet concrete, her long red boots growing damper by the minute. A swishy tail had already become soaked, leaving the vixen with a lot more weight hanging from her backside. The rain was falling harder and harder as she trodded on, so the woman's rather average bust heaved with a much required sigh when she reached the safety of her campus's library.

"Fucking weather-man, with his-"

Obscenities continued for a minute for the red-furred fox, which allowed the reader a moment to examine her garb. It resembled some hybrid between goth and punk fashion; Elbow-length black-and-red striped gloves with a spiked bracelet dangling over one wrist, merely standard fare, had socks to match that peeked out of the top of maroon latex boots. A similarly designed tie hanged loosely off of her neck. It nestled itself against her bosom, which bore a shirt the color of salmon that was just a tad longer than a tube-top. Below that, a skirt barely reaching the middle of Reina's thigh with a checkered pattern of rose and grey fluttered, apparently untouched by the rain. Yellow eyes darted around under pink eyeshadow and liner, while purple-painted lips (Albeit a little smudged) continued their stream of vulgarities.

This train of profanity was interrupted by a meek shushing from beside the fox, its speaker apparently ignored or unnoticed by Reina until the noise. The vixen immediately snapped to glare at the individual, sizing up the shorter figure before her. A grey-furred bitch (For what else would somebody like Reina call a female mutt that annoyed her?), clad in a blue sweater, skirt and enormous glasses - something that was classified as a "conservative libido killer" in the fox's book - meekly mumbled from under a mess of black headfur.

"Er. . . could you please be quiet?" The dog whined softly, the glare of the florescents above shining in her dish-sized lenses. "This is a li-"

"Of course I know that this is a fucking library!" Reina spat back as she moved closer to the meek girl. Asserting her dominance, she continued, "Go read a book and get the fuck out of my way, prude," and pushed her adversary out of the way forcefully and headed straight for the ladies room to deal with her weather-assaulted body. The grey dog ended up on the ground, landing on her rear with a groan that sounded oddly like a moan - but the fox paid her no mind. There were more important things to do.

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For the most part, everything worked out well. Since The vixen's fur didn't retain water too much, wringing out her poofy tail worked out quite well. As for the rest of her clothing, they seemed fairly dry over-all due to some strange miracle. But her headfur was a mess now, so she covered it up with a beanie she had stashed in her bag for such an occasion. Just as she was applying a fresh coat of lipstick to her smudged lips, the bathroom door opened and closed rather quietly, a locking sound accompanying the action. She noticed but paid no attention to it besides a thought of, "Oh great. Somebody wants to SHARE this sink alone with me. Just how I wanted to spend my time."

But her narcissism was her undoing. So enraptured in herself and her own selfish thoughts that she did not notice the pair of hands reaching for the edge of her hat, then pulling it down sharply so that it covered her eyes quite nicely. No sooner had the fox began uttering her usual stream of obscenities than were her own rising hands were handcuffed to eachother in her front. Her mouth opened to protest, but that too was swiftly silenced by a rubber ball that was stuffed into her muzzle and snapped into place with a band around the femme's head.

Rage quickly subsided to give way to panic. Was it some male predator? The campus newsletters warned against this sort of happening, but Reina never imagined that it would happen to her! Once again, before she could move even one muzzle, the fox was forced into something she didn't really want to do; this time she was being pushed into one of the stalls and being forcefully bent over. She could feel her polka-dotted panties being pushed down to her knees, and her panic grew even more (though the bondage did make her a tiny bit warm in her nethers).

Oh god no, I don't want to get raped! The vixen screamed in her head as her muscles refused to obey any command to fight back. But no penis inserted itself. Instead, a tongue entered her flower and lapped softly. Two hands gripped the flesh of her thighs, allowing their owner full access to Reina's treasure. She groaned into the rubber that she was biting into, the pleasure taking her by surprise. Last time she checked, regular rapists did NOT do oral on their victims. It meant one of two things: Either, she was a character in some pervert's fantasy, or this was an ULTRA-pervert that was going to rape her. She found the latter far more likely.

Reina's insides were fairly damp by this point, so her would-be stalker pulled away from their 'meal' and rummaged through a bag. Momentarily, the femme heard something being squirted from a tube and being rubbed onto something - she assumed the pervert's penis was being lubricated. At this point, the vixen's body was taking matters into its own hands (or so to speak), generating a pleasurable heat in her groin to prepare her for the inevitable penetration. A gel-covered tip found itself at the entrance to her vagina, prodding ever so slightly. And then it entered slowly, pushing its way until it was hilted in the vixen.

Something was weird. In fact, Reina could tell exactly what was weird about it from personal experience. That was not a male's cock that had entered her treasure. No, it was something she was all-too-familiar with on a personal level: a dildo. But just the same, whoever was pushing the plastic device now started in a steady pumping rhythm. There were little bumps all over the surface of the artificial cock, giving the fox little rivets of pleasure all over. Whoever was doing this was damn GOOD, she decided, even if they were a megapervert.

Soon enough, she was driven to the point of orgasm. She could feel her buttocks clench, her toes begin to curl, and her mouth ready to scream into that infernal rubber ball. But just as soon as the device had entered her, it stopped moving - stuck in a hilted position. The deprivation of that glorious pleasure was too much for the vixen, and she began thrashing about to try and get just that one last motion she needed to cum. A firm smack to her rear was enough to silence all this, the mysterious pervert pulling Reina's panties back over her rear and securing the dildo snugly in her passage with silky cloth. A slightly circular bulge could be seen in the panties if one were to observe.

The stranger's arms twisted and pushed the still blinded Reina to sit on the toilet seat, with her rump resting on the forward edge and her body slanted againt the tank. The hand-cuffs became unhinged off of one hand for just a moment, only to be re-fastened after being looped around the pipes above the tank. Just as the pleasure began to die down and the panic return, the artifact came to life in Reina's pussy, quickly bringing her to that edge of orgasm once more - but no further. The vixen began whining softly, slowly being driven mad by the sensations in her nethers. Unfortunately, by this point the stranger had already left.

Reina really hoped the stall door was closed.

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The grey dog in the blue sweater felt incredibly pleased with herself. For the first time ever, she had attempted to act out one of her fetishes - and succeded - and on somebody who deserved a little bit of torment, no less! Her privates were simply dripping from the thought of Reina still struggling to get off, but unable to.

"I w-wonder what I should do next?" She stammered to herself, trying to ignore the heat in her own groin while she browsed the library's selection. It didn't help that she had taken the idea of stuffing the fox and securing it all with panties from what was happening beneath her own skirt. The dog blushed at the thought of anybody noticing the slight buzzing noise coming from her own groin. But perversion seeks an outlet, and this puppy was no different. . .