Smoke: 'The Succubus'
#7 of Smoke
It has been... AGES... I'm sorry. I am officially done with College and finished with grades that fully satisfy me... Now I have a few months of peace and thus can write again freely. If there anyone that still actually remembers me... well, I will finally continue that cliffhanger. X3
Smoke: The Succubus
I saw him standing in front of us with the black robes and hood slightly waving along with wind... dead bodies, blood, vehicle wrecks and fire only making the scenery even more terrifying. He looks at us silently like a grim reaper before... turning around.
"Huh?" - Carl looked at me with confusion while Shir started walking away as if nothing happened.
The images of Kiba went through my head like thunders and I soon let out a low snarl. Before Shir reacted I got up and charged, ignoring the pain in my leg. Just before I tackled him he turned around. A second later he landed on his back and I punched his muzzle full-force, making the hood come off... revealing a black fox head...
"K-......Kiba?"
Kiba quickly placed footpaws on my chest and kicked me over himself before getting up and pulling the hood back up.
Carl lifts himself up and slowly walks towards us with disbelief. - "You... defeated Shir?"
Kiba looks around. - "Head to the nearest town and wait till midnight... I'll find you..."
I still can't believe that kit got away... I should've made sure he was dead...
"Shir!" - Mc Krein seems to be still angry at me... after all these months. I walk up to his desk.
"Yes?" - I ask, uncertain of what he's got in mind.
"Once again a 'mysterious person' got in the way of my plans in Nevada. I am fed up... You will travel there and bring me head of that God damn kid... I mean it... I want to see the friggin' head on my desk so that I can hang it on my wall." - He isn't kidding...
6 Months Ago
"That was a great show." - Said Mc Krein while we walk along a corridor, back from his office not long after I kill the kit.
"Thanks. But as you said yourself... replacement always wins and I-..." - We stop at a strange noise coming from the corridor's turn.
'Splash'
'Splash'
'Splash'
And then we saw it... Smokey coming into our view and slowly walking in our direction almost like a zombie. His hands were hanging down lifelessly with Katanas in his paws. His head was also hanging down and his entire body was dripping with watery blood. Half-way through the corridor he stopped and looked up straight into my eyes... they were full of hatred.
"...Run... now..." - I didn't have to repeat myself. Mc Krein swiftly started walking the way we came from as I drew brand-new Katanas from the sheaths on my back.
"I will open your throat... and watch you gag for air..." - He slowly walks towards me with cold-fury eyes looking straight at mine. I take a step back.
"I will spare you a lot of pain killing you now... treat it as a mercy..." - He then stops leaning in like a zombie and starts walking straight. Some of his own blood runs down the length of Katana and drips on the floor. He then suddenly sprints in my direction. I get into a ready fighting position and parry his first attack. He instantly spins the sword like a professional and hooks it at my legs. I quickly jump up, avoiding the attack but he instantly twists 360 degree and swipes two Katanas at me which I parry. The swordfight between us was so fast the metal-on-metal noise echoed through the corridor every half of second, spreading slight sparks and some of his blood on the walls.
"You know what's special about me?" - He asks, completely focused on not letting me to take the lead of the fight and forcing me to put all my energy into parrying attack and kicks.
"You are annoying?" - I ask to put him off.
"I will always match anyone's skills." - Now I've realized that he is 3 times harder to fight with than one hour ago on that arena...
"A copycat, huh?" - I ask after realizing the moves are similar to mine.
He doesn't answer. Instead the Katanas aim at my neck so I duck down, wrap tail around his ankle and pull, making him fall head-first. Before landing he places paws on the floor and does a breakdance-like move, causing me to fall over with his legs. He quickly picks Katanas up just as I get up.
'Slash, slash, slash!'
I didn't get a chance to avoid three major cuts on my chest. The amount of poison that seeped into me caused my head to spin. He spins and kicks me in the chest full-force, making me fly back about 2 meters and roll twice before motionlessly lying on the floor. He walks up to me and aims the Katana.
"Ultionem est acerbumdulce." - He says that just before spotting a guard entering corridor from the side he came. The guard realized what's happening too late. The kid was already getting out of my sight... which then blurred completely few seconds later as I passed out.
"So you've been in hiding for 6 months?" - Asks Carl. We are in a small bar.
"Not really. I can't exactly call it 'hiding' when pissing off Mc Krein by killing his men."
"Hold it." - I stopped him. - "So you've been playing an assassin for 6 months and didn't feel like letting me know you are alive?"
"It was safer that way." - Kiba avoided looking into my eyes.
"Safer? ...safer? I've been feeling like I have no reason to move on because of images in my head of your dead body and you think it's safer? What if I committed suicide?"
"Then you would be stupid." - He said, annoyed. - "I am not worth it."
"You're not worth it? I love you, Kiba! How can you say you're not worth it?"
"Sam..." - He started, carefully. I didn't like this. - "Things... changed. I... have changed. All I want is Mc Krein's death now."
"So you don't care about me?" - I ask with tears in my eyes... feeling huge pain in my tummy, thinking that I could ever stop being loved by my brother.
"I do... This is why I stayed away from you... a gay couple almost lost their life because of me. I do not want anything to happen to you."
"Kiba... even if I have to break your arms and legs... I will not let you leave me again..."
"I would love to see you try, big brother."
"Don't tempt me..."
Carl tried to stop what was about to be an argument: - "So what made you decide to follow us?"
"I found out that Krein is after you..."
"Us?" - Carl seems to be worried. - "Why? I thought you are his problem?"
"Exactly... and you are a good way to get to me."
I look at him with fear in my eyes: - "But, Kiba! If that's true then you have fallen for his trap!"
"It's Smokey... how many times do I have to tell you?" - He actually sounds annoyed... unusual.
"It's the nickname that the person you want to kill gave you..."
"Ironic, isn't it?" - He changed a lot... He is more... normal. I can see the emotions going through him... I can see his face expressions... he finally has a real personality. Although I am not sure if I like the new Kiba... he seems to be more careless about certain things than he was before. - "And I haven't fallen for his trap... not unless I kill him first."
"And how are you going to do it?" - I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"During my... adventure... I found out that Mc Krein has moved somewhere else for the time being until I am dead."
"Well, that makes the job easier for you, doesn't it?" - Carl asks with sarcasm in his voice.
"I know how to find out his location." - He smirks. - "And it will not be easy either."
"You find something not being easy?" - Carl shivers. - "Then it's undoable..."
"Relax your balls, Carl. I said it will not be easy... not 'undoable'..."
"So what's your plan?" - I ask, impatiently, lowering my voice, hoping Carl and Kiba will do same in case we are going to plan out stuff in the bar.
"...there is an unusual meeting within one of... brothels." - Kiba says, waiting for our reaction.
"...brothel? Wait... why is the meeting unusual?"
"Because the brothel is not just any brothel. It is even more illegal than normal one, if such term exists..."
I lean in and whisper: - "I don't like the sound of that."
"The meeting is basically a rich pedophile meeting... there will be many of them and one is working at a high position for Mc Krein..."
"Wait, what?" - I ask, shocked. - "A... child brothel? Such thing exists?"
Kiba looks at me weirdly. - "...your little brother killed more people than you can count and a child brothel surprises you?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7sEchp-n64
Carl looks around and also leans in: - "So what is your plan?"
2 Days Later
I slowly slip toxic-green legwarmers on my young, fit legs, making sure they go up to about halfway through my thighs. The plan circling around my head, making sure I don't forget anything.
"I will need to pretend to be one of the brothel kids. I know what Caras looks like. I will make sure he remembers me."
I check myself out in the mirror while putting lime-green & black briefs on that no one would resist. A 15 year old black fox with perfect, not oversized abs, toxic-green armwarmers and legwarmers... lime briefs and black high-cut top that doesn't cover my tummy. A walking by kid slaps my ass before saying: - "Lookin' sexy."
"You do realize you won't be able to have any guns on you?"
I ignore him and start putting blue jeans on with wider leg sleeves.
"He has a thing for young boys... I just have to tease him a bit and he will be mine..."
I soon walk out of the changing room and head for the stage.
Me and Carl sit at the bar, trying not to catch attention. Soon enough the show starts and around 10 kids enter stage one by one. Few seconds later we spot Kiba in... clothes I never thought I would see him in. My underwear straight away got tighter just by looking at him.
The kids (with Kiba included) started teasing, taking slow steps forward, side by side before stopping and teasingly running paws over their left legs. All with lusty face expressions (with Kiba included)...
Then they turn around and wiggle their butts while walking other way. As they turn back to the audience, Kiba takes a whip out of nowhere and strikes a nearby girl in the loose shirt she had, magically removing it with that move, leaving her with bra on. He then passes the whip to a young white fox before bending over to lick the girl's tummy while the white fox slowly, teasingly slips Kiba's jeans off, revealing cute, lime undies and legwarmers that fit his armwarmers. I could almost smell the musk from all the men and women being turned on by now... I was no exception. He was like a Succubus... a walking perfection... seducing everything on his way... Carl chuckles and points at my fully hard boner poking at the pants. I cover myself, blushing.
Now with just tight briefs on, I could literally see the shape of his cute ballsack hidden within... The white fox bites lower lip and whips Kiba in the butt a single time. My brother then stands straight and circles slowly around the girl a single time before all the kids start walking between the turned on pedophiles. Kiba ventures over straight to a middle-aged bear with a cigar in his muzzle.
I run a paw over two or three people on my way to Caras before getting above his lap and taking the cigar out of his muzzle. He breathes the smoke out and I snog him. Tongue and everything included. He needs to know I am not joking.
"Mmmh..." - He murrs after the kiss. - "What a naughty, little slut you are."
I lean in and whisper into his ear: - "I prefer to call myself promiscuous..."
My paw grabs his and slowly pulls it toward my tummy, letting him enjoy the curves and fur before leading him down and into my underwear. He takes a chance and fondles with my balls.
I whisper again: "If you want more of these, meet me at room 69 in 5 minutes..."
"Mrrr... number coincidence?"
My tongue runs over his ear: - "You decide."
Then I get off him and head over to the room.
5 Minutes Later
The bear enters and looks around: - "Knock knock..."
I whistle and beckon him over to the bed I'm lying on with no underwear on.
He groans at the sight and undoes his jeans before taking them off along with white boxers, revealing a fully-hard and leaking bear furhood of around 7 inches.
I let him lay on the bed. He grabs my hips and moves me above his lap but I stop him. - "Uh-uh... not so fast. I might be a slut but I do respect my body. No lube, no go."
He places arms behind head. - "Then get sucking, cutie."
I nuzzle his chest before grabbing his cock and sending claws, deep into the meat, making it leak blood.
"AH! WHAT THE FUCK! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" - He tried to punch me but I bring a forearm to his neck and press him hard against the bed. His natural reaction cause him to grab my arm and try to move it away.
"Gh-... you... whore... what is it..."
"Mc Krein. You know him?" - I get straight to the point.
"Gh-who?" - He asks. A second later I seep my claws deeper into his meet, causing him to scream in pain. - "Okay, okay, I know him!"
"Do you know where he currently lives?"
"Ghe recently moved to Santa Monica..."
I press the forearm harder against his neck, making him gasp for air. - "I am not an idiot, Caras... Santa Monica is the manor he moved out of."
He struggles to breathe. - "Paris... Quai De La Loire..."
"Thanks."
I let go of his throat, making him cough. Before he gets strength back from lack of air I get the ready handcuffs and cuff him by ankles and wrists to the bed frames before getting my undies from the floor, grinding it over my balls and sheath and then shoving them in his muzzle.
"This will have to satisfy you." - I salute and head over to the door, getting my jeans on the way out and putting them on.
I see Kiba coming back from the rooms with a slight smirk on his muzzle. Me and Carl get up and walk towards him.
"Did he fall for it?" - Asks Carl with excitement. He too has a full hard-on.
"Yeah, I left him a little present."
I look at him worryingly: - "But you didn't... do it... did you?"
"Sam... I am not a Succubus... I don't need to buck with guys to get the job done."
Me and Carl look at each other.
"Well..." - Carl started. - "You kind of turned everyone in this room on... including Sam and myself..."
Kiba looks around and realizes some older men look at him, with need in their eyes. He quickly grabs my muzzle and snogs it, making sure it's visually appealing, wet and sloppy. It was so intense my head started to spin for a bit, until he broke the kiss.
"Come on, my pimps... let's get going."
To Be Continued...
Story and characters are copyright to © Mickey Torrento