Hunting shadows P:3
Onyx and baxley are split up and it seems the feline got the bad end of the straw. No pun intended. As it stands, Onyx has no idea how someone was able to manipulate a magic strong enough to hold his own, Since that would require them knowing his native language, and that was lost all except for ra'peya, Jeremiah, and Him.
......Or was it? ~hint~
~~~WARNING: CUB ACTIONS~~ don't say i didn't warn you.
Onyx Sat upright With a gasp. Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times before recalling what had happened. He'd been shot, He knew that. After that, everything had gone black. Nothing. Zilch. Rubbing his headfur and looking around, His wings turned a fearful maroon. He was on a huge circular bed, Dressed in pure white linens and trimmed with shiny gold silk. The lush pillows seemed to sink as Onyx leaned back against them with a sigh. He was in a large bedroom, it seemed. But the ceilings were easily twenty feet high, And lined with bookshelves. A doorway stood at the opposite end of the room, half hidden in the darkness. A few tiny lamps here and there lit the place in a soft yellow glow, making the silk seem to shimmer and sway. Sliding off the bed, Onyx realized something. He barely stood above the bed. That meant he was what, Four, Four and a half feet?
Taking a look at his paws, Onyx noticed they were smaller, rounder. Reaching up, he felt his ears. They were deliciously soft, And rounded. He knew now what had happened. Somehow he'd gone into cub form. Focusing his aura through his body evenly, He focused back on his main form. But something was blocking his magic from flowing and changing him. Pinpointing the block, He realized someone had hexed a collar and put it on him. Growling in disgust, He tugged on it, claws extended.
"Don't bother, Cub. You can't shift back, and you can't break it. Just give up and be good." The voice behind him made him jump. Stopping what he was doing, He spun around and reached for his daggers, only to find nothing but thin air. Staring at his handpaw in surprise, He went into eagle-claw stance, Facing the looming figure in the doorway.
From the shadows stepped a huge wolf. He was lean, But muscles rippled under the grey fur with each step. He had an Ankh symbol necklace over his bare chest, And white cloth surrounded his lower regions in a crisscross pattern. Tossing a pomegranate to the small cub, He smirked in an unsettling, wolfish way. "You caused me A LOT of trouble to get you here, and you're going to pay for that. Eat, and then we'll start."
"Start WHAT? Who are you, How do you know about my shifts? And where's baxley?!" Onyx spewed the questions one after the other, not giving the strange wolf a chance to answer. Something unsettled the feline. He felt like he knew this wolf, But from where, or what, he didn't know. So he stood defiantly, Squeezing the pomegranate in his claws until the red juice dribbled to the wood floor, Creating a small puddle of crimson, reflecting the lights.
The large, strong wolf toyed with the amulet at his neck before starting. "You are going to relieve my...erm, Problems. As a cub, You couldn't possibly hurt me, in any mann-"
"Wanna bet?!" Onyx grinned, trying to scare him away with a glare. Again the wolf began to toy with his necklace. Almost....religiously, He felt it. Like a ward-evil, or maybe a good luck symbol. He simply stepped forward and Cracked a huge paw over onyx's head, causing him to stumble backwards. He resisted the urge to cry, And once again stood.
The wolf wore a neutral expression, his eyes almost sympathetic. " I didn't want to hurt you, But I see you have HER spirit..." He looked away, Before looking the black kitten dead in the eye. Picking him up and ignoring his stuggles, The large canine placed him gently on the bed....and yanked his boxers off.
Blushing hard, Onyx covered his minute sheath and package from the lupine's eyes. All resistance was now swamped by confusion. The wolf to, unwrapped his kilt-like material and exposed his much larger sheath, Complete with tip already out. Shaking his head frantically, Onyx backed up over the bed, bumping the wall. Letting out a wail, He found a paw clamped over his muzzle. Licking it to see if he could get the wolf to let go, He found that it only seemed to arouse him more.
The large canine gently pushed onyx onto his back, spreading his legs. He produced a small muzzle and strapped it over onyx's Mouth. Now he couldn't scream. He wondered desperately if he could escape, but he had no idea where baxley was. Or for that matter, where HE was. Suddenly he felt the tip of The grey wolf's cock poking his back entrance. Tilting his head up, his eyes widened. There was easily nine inches of throbbing wolf meat just waiting to impale him, and that wasn't including the knot.
With a growl, The well-endowed wolf rammed himself into onyx's tight hole, Causing him to cry out the best he could, Muffled by the muzzle. Among the pain, Onyx realized it felt kind of good. But he wouldn't let this damned canine know that. A tear streaked down his eye as the lupine began to hump, Picking up speed until he was easily burying five inches on each hump. Hissing through clenched teeth, Onyx realized his own four inches were out and throbbing, Betraying his effort to be unwilling. Going limp, He allowed himself to be used as a fuck toy in the quiet room, The only sounds were the wet squelches and the wolf's panting.
Picking up speed yet again, the lupine's member twitched once before stopping. Onyx gasped in pleasure as he felt the wolf ram it in up to the knot and cum, The hot liquid flooding through onyx's small bowels, Filling him with a cozy warmth. The lupine stayed in until well after he had finished his orgasm, Then pulled out, followed by a torrent of his seed. It stained the bed and he crawled forward, the slowly throbbing cock dribbling pre as he inched closer to onyx's head. Pulling off the muzzle, He straddled the cub's head and spread his legs, Pushing the small feline's head forward until he was just inches from the angry red meat.
"suck it clean." He growled, mashing onyx's sensitive sniffer against the tip, Marking his cum-scent all over onyx's nostrils. The cub simply complied, Opening his maw enough to suckle the limp cock clean of it's fluids. The taste of the wolf's cum was strangely addicting, Like he should be ASKING for it, not being ordered. Something definitely weird going on there. Maybe it was the magic that kept him in cub form.
After finishing ,The wolf dressed onyx, then himself. "Come, let's go to dinner. You'll see your friend there, And I'll answer your questions then." And with that, padded off into the doorway, and down the hall, leaving onyx's curiosity piqued. So he gathered his courage and followed.