FSE

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(Author's Note: Hello! Hope you enjoy this new series I've decided to work on. While I usually pertain to romance, I'm going to give myself a break and do something a bit different. Also, YS has an odd submission system. If my submissions come out funny, like, they're in the wrong spot or there are duplicates, call it by noobitism with this method. Just wanted to let you know. Now, please enjoy this first installment, though I feel my ending is quite weak. Ending. Hm. Enjoy the nightmare.)

The room was so still, so timid by the sifting veil of the young night. Kaust was sitting at the edge of the silk lined bed, nervously tapping his foot against the scarlet carpeted floor, heart thumping steadily and heavily, anticipation and nervousness washing through his body. The candlelight in the room bounced off his crisp, peach toned skin, and his usually outstanding black spiky hair was now muddled by the tenderness of the feeble illumination. His brown eyes quivered, his throat began to feel dry, and little cold drips of teardrop sweat pricked at the edges of his forehead. You see, tonight was to be a very, very special night, and the tick of time made him grow both excited and forlorn instantaneously.

It was her. She was the reason his form shook so intensely. Fayix Fayt, renowned owner of the Paradise Oasis resort, delectable beauty and adult star that made so many young men salivate and lose control of their nether regions. She was a curvy, succulent, taunting fox queen, like an exotic wine to be tasted by the grandest of connoisseurs. Her impeccable, pillow-soft fur glowed with a magnificent orange-reddish sheen while her long platinum blonde hair roved over her shoulders in such an angelic manner. She was known to be wild, hot, tempting, seductive yet passionate, gentle or rough, whichever preferred. And out of all that legend, Kaust was getting a night with her.

So many things were running through his mind within the oil-scented room. On one note, he was terrified of rejection. Kaust wasn't a physical specimen of any kind, not an Adonis, not a purebred body-builder, instead, quite wiry and lean. On another, he wasn't even mature enough for this, at least not by US standards. He had lied about his age, saying he was nineteen when he was only that of sixteen. He could imagine the goddess vulpine gracefully striding in, looking at him, and then having security to haul him out, send him home to tell "mummy" what he'd done. It was a nightmarish fabrication to be sure.

There was also the factor of his inexperience. Kaust remembered stealing some money to have a fiery night of raw sex with a rather kinky wolf femme, but other than that, he was blank for. . . methods. For the love of himself, Fayix was the owner of an adult-entertainment empire, and yet here he was, nervous, barely that of a non-virgin, underage and shaking like a brittle twig. Perhaps this sun-faded day were turn out to be a terrible memory of shame and hurt rather than one of infinite pleasures and unbelievable luck.

Shaking the thought from his head, he tried to tune in to the gentle rush and crash of the ocean outside. Up in the Paradise Oasis suite, he was able to get a great magnitude of volume for the deep black below, and it was certainly a soothing sound, especially if he needed sleep. Kaust desperately sought to lock his focus on the rhythm of the water, the ebb and flow that was the breath of the waves. In and out, back and forth, one slow beat, over and over and over. Just like the night about to happen. . .

He nearly split his neck into three pieces as he bolted his glance to the click of the room doorknob. His heart fell into a torrent of thumps, smashing against his rib-cage so hard he thought the organ would burst out his chest. Breath increasing swiftly, he dared not move his eyes as the door pulled ajar, and the glimmer of Fayix became visible as she entered the room, one lithe step at a time.

She was more majestic than he imagined. Almost, in fact, to the point of being ineffable. Of all the erotic galleries he had seen her in, all those steamy fantasy videos she did with other stars in Paradise Oasis, Fayix was more gorgeous and magnificent in real life than Kaust ever fathomed. She was dressed in an attire that was pleasingly skimpy, a black business-like suit with a very short skirt and revealing cleavage (or perhaps Fayix' bust prodded the tether forward), coupled with skin tight leather boots and pump high-heels that were clearly designed for entertainment purposes. Similar black leather gloves wrapped around her wrists and hands, and a glimmering collar with diamond notches clung about her slender neck. Her eyelids were touched up with a violet shadow, her hair combed backward like a river of white, and the scent of her own musk and an intoxicating rose perfume made Kaust's head begin to swim.

He barely realized he was holding his breath when she was standing in front of him, one hand propped on her waist, a coy smile and cocked eyebrow giving him a once over. His whole body literally froze when those sea-green emerald iris' touched his own, the sight of a hot pink tongue licking vulpine chops, the timid bounce of the fox's breasts as she breathed in and out. This couldn't be real! It had to be a dream! One of the most beautiful and alluring women in the nation was standing before him, about to make all his nightly wishes come true!

"Well hello there," Fayix said, the first to speak, and ah, what a velvet smooth tone did she have, so clear and unbroken. Upon her words, Kaust jumped back somewhat, a shock snapping him out of his paralyzed trance. This made the fox's brow trigger a tad higher, though she still wore her smile.

"Sorry there, cutie, didn't mean to scare you," said she again, quite reassuringly, eyes exploring the form of Kaust a bit. She was rather interested to free him of that puffy, blue bathrobe reposing on his frame.

Kaust barraged himself with mental scorn immediately. He needed to get a grip, and fast, otherwise she'd think he was nothing but a joke.

"N-no, that's okay!" he piped up, voice breaking a smidgen, "I mean, you didn't, uh, scare, I mean, well, I've just never been this close to. . . you. . ." stated Kaust lamely, sighing out and rubbing his sockets as though plagued by a hangover.

Fayix gave a light giggle. "Most of my fanboys are the same way, cutie. Only difference is, you get me all to yourself tonight. How's that make you feel?" she said very temptingly. At that, a smoldering fire lit the inside of Kaust's innards. His hormones and libido were suddenly ramming in to overdrive.

Perhaps he was too quick to jump on the gun. The fox narrowed an eye a bit, as she paused, frowned, then gave a slight smirk. "Aren't you a daredevil. Not even old enough to be here." He womanly intuitions were able to pry open the clam lie as easy as cutting butter.

The words shocked Kaust. The faded nervousness now returned. He looked at the fox with a swirl of shame and horror, not to mention surprise at her astuteness.

"What. . . I'm not. . . wha. . ." he stopped. No point in lying now, her gaze was extremely perceptive. "How did you know?" he asked with a grim tone of defeat. Fayix walked toward him, and took a hand to Kaust's cheek, rubbing it smoothly.

"Easy to tell, sweet. You're nervous, you're small, you're not even commanding in demeanor. Older men are interested in diving straight to the loins, but you look like death," she explained, sending a rush of embarrassment through Kaust, though he couldn't help but drink in her touch with every sensation of her gloved hand.

"That makes things a bit more complicated, sweet. See, legally, I can't have consensual sex with you, even if, God forbid, in court you said it was," she promptly said, bringing the young boy's face to her own.

"They'll call it rape. Of course, I can't have that, it'll destroy my business, so, you and I need to reach a mutual agreement," she offered wistfully, conceiving a design to protect her company. In fact, in her mind, the idea was wrought so swiftly it was as if she knew that there was an underage teen in the Oasis suite, a passive precognition. Or was she just that clever as a heavenly, spicy fox?

Kaust looked at her steadily for a moment. The hormone rush had made him prone to less cognitive ability, and he was in the gloom of despair as he figured there would really be no romantic pleasures, but, he pressed on.

"Agreement. . . on. . . what?" asked he, with uncertainty.

Fayix then took both her hands and placed them on each of Kaust's shoulders, that sending a storm of energy into his body. Very tenderly, she massaged the shoulders under the fabric of the bathrobe, eventually sliding it off a tad to reveal his smooth skin.

"What's your name?" queried Fayix, watching with expected interest as her massaging slowly began to lull and relax the boy.

"K-Kaust. . . Kaust Zetzen," answered he, nearly drooling at the rotational touch of Fayix's swirling hands.

"Kaust. You have a home, sweet? Parents? A family?" Fayix probed, narrowing down Kaust's past, identifying every risk factor she could, especially his life at home.

As for the young boy, thinking about what was far from the island of Paradise Oasis was not pleasant. He had no real desire to talk about his ignorant father who was practically blind to his existence, his irrational and neglectful mother, the private schools he constantly flunked out of, the desperation, the despair, the near suicidal attempt. None of it.

"Not really," he finally answered, not entirely prepared to open the worm infested history that were his wretched memories. Fayix then kissed him on the forehead.

"If not, then how about this: you're sixteen. You shouldn't be here. However, you're cute, you're young, and sweetie, you've got a chance to do it right with me. If you accept my little proposal I'm thinking of, this may work out for the both of us," she said, the words rolling over Kaust like a rainstorm. He dared not turn down her erotic hints of the moment to come, and this made the anticipation in him grow all the more furious.

"What proposal?" he interjected, allowing the fox to pull his bathrobe off a bit more. This time, she pecked him on the lips.

"It's this, Kaust: stay with me here at Paradise Oasis. Get a job working with yours truly. Have the time of your life until you turn eighteen, and then, if you want, head back to the US and do whatever. But what I want, cutie, is for you to remain here for the next two years, keep the law off our backs. I'll let my whole department of uptight lawyers figure out the rest," she stated, weaving the elaborate plot that suddenly hit Kaust like an iron hammer.

"How's that sound?" she prodded, pushing herself very close to his body, her breasts mashing against his chest, perfumes and scents wrapping around him, tender little tongue just barely gracing his lips.

Two years. . . he began to think. Work with her for two years. . . but what about school, college, my life in general? Friends, family, er, whatever family I had anyway. I'd have to say goodbye to that for such a long time. What happens when I'm eighteen? Do I just go home and pretend like nothing happened? I'm not so sure. . . could it all be that easy? But what's stopping me, she can't force me to stay here. . . can she?

"All. . . all right. I'll do it then, I'll stay here and work for you," he replied, voice full of uncertainty over his decision. Honestly, he didn't really want to care for the time being. His whole frame was simmering with heat, and he could feel his shaft stirring when his retina saw the massive, bouncing breasts before him.

"Good boy." Fayix said, pushing her muzzle to Kaust's face, now sucking at his mouth with a powerful kiss. The young man, run over by his lethal libido, resisted no longer, feeling the prod of her tongue, opening his jaw only to have her wet rug lash out and dance within his cheeks, his body taking over and returning her overbearing lip-pressing. He could feel the firmness in her lock, how her hands mischievously pulled off the bathrobe to expose Kaust's torso, how she moaned a bit when their tongues collided, how his shaft was searing like an iron, wanting to plunge into her shimmering folds.

How dreams and reality seemed to have finally blemished together. What was like an eternity ended as Fayix tauntingly pulled back from the kiss, adding a few licks to Kaust's face and cheeks as she drew away. She gave a simple nudge, a notation for the boy to lay back, and he did, face blank except for the steady stare absolute disbelief. Now resting on the bed, Fayix stood powerfully over him, making Kaust gasp tenderly, as a wicked look painted the visage of the steamy fox. Slowly, drawing every sapping second to build drama and foreplay, she opened the navy blue bathrobe and pulled it off Kaust, one finger tracing his peach skin sending goose bumps through his form.

The boy's member was now rock hard, stiff and erect from the fox's touches, so that when she exposed him, it was pointed up, free for Fayix to dominate. Without words, her grin became seductive, and a gloved hand commenced to fondle the genital, stroking it softly, fingers rotating round' the nub, one long stroke after the other from the testes to the tip. Kaust clenched his teeth in a silent euphoria, wanting to close his eyelids and soak in the pleasure, but stuck and fascinated by observing Fayix toy with his member. Heat spasms bore through his penis as she took her gloved hand and clenched the shaft entirely, her own version of "jacking" him off.

Kaust could barely stand it. He really wanted to just rip her clothes off and pound her right there and then, as hard as he could, but the fox would not have it. She would have fun with her new employee before the night was done.

An abrupt, strange, moist kind of 'sklurk' sound made the boy's body stiffen from shock and pleasure. The sonata of moans and gasps emerged from Fayix as her muzzle and tongue assaulted the very tip of Kaust's erection. It was insanity, for her mouth seemed a perfect fit for his genital, a wide, wet tongue gliding down the stiff penis and back up, mouth clamping down and sucking fruitfully, a sudden pattern of fellatio that became irresistible. Kaust gripped the silk sheets of the bed while Fayix did her work, head bobbing up and down, soft muzzle thrashing about his loins, focusing on the tip, the shaft, and then taking the whole of it full length, a substantial deep throat that was driving Kaust's hormone into a raging frenzy.

Her gloved hands fondled his balls with ease and delight, her pink carpet flourishing the penis with attention, kissing it, dripping saliva upon it, sensing a swelling orgasm in the air. Her face and soft fur nuzzled the member, mouth attacking faster and faster, her moans drilling into Kaust's ears as he gasped with a pleasurable euphoria. Slowly, drips of saliva and semen were beginning to coat her maw, this infinite bliss of a professional blowjob sending Kaust into a near orgasm. Oh yes, the fox was ready, and the glide of her hands and mouth dictated she wanted a smooth entry.

After moments of this oral euphoria, Kaust finally gave way, unable to keep back the pressure any longer. A burst of semi-white spew jetted out, as Fayix gave off a tiny yelp, catching the honey seed completely within her muzzle, gradually licking it down and swallowing every drop she could. His shaft nice and wet, she let him rest, obviously wearing him down with ease.

Eyes half open, she kissed the penis a bit, before looking at Kaust with amusement and pride, sipping in his gasps and sweaty form, so delighted how she was in control, how it was he who was worn out and exhausted. Regardless, however, of his seemingly early weariness, she wasn't ready to end this night just yet.

"Don't get tired on me now, cutie, the fun's just started," she teased, her own body now giving off a heat based on the increasing sexual musk swimming in the air.

Kaust himself was still breathing heavily, his shaft so stiff it almost pained him. Though mentally he felt he could take no more, his body had more stamina than perceived, the erection a testament to the fact that he was still ready with vigor.

His iris' were then treated to the slow, time gripping element of watching the glimmering fox girl strip. Kaust's heart banged his insides harder, again and again, adrenalin and testosterone flooding through his veins as the gloved hands clipped off one button, two, three, four, so majestically and dreamlike. When all the business suit buttons were undone, Fayix's cleavage bounced out, meager strips of triangular, black fabric barely holding the breasts together as they wobbled and shook, speckled with drips of sweat. Next, she undid the strap to her kinky skirt, so that the only fabrics remaining on her deliciously curvaceous body were a satin thong, leather boots, skin tight gloves, and the apparent "bra".

Too much of her was beautiful and masterfully sculpted. It couldn't be real. Kaust had never felt his insides lit with a sexual blaze like this one before, not from any image or dirty movie he had seen. His fingers twitched, as he, still on his backside, witnessed the removal of the triangular bra straps, where the radiant, pink mounds that where her nipples freed themselves, nice and stiff, teasing points that dared him to come closer. Then, oh then, the thong found its way off her legs, off her tight thighs and buttocks, flopping to the floor, as she was now fully exposed, sumptuous, steamy, and quite. . . well, horny.

Oh God yes, how this was reality.

And yes, now the timid boy that was Kaust vanished. He wanted it, more than ever before.

Fayix then crawled atop him, her own breath increasing, a wry grin planted on her facade, soft hands on the boy's shoulders, breasts freely hanging over him for gravity to play with. Then, tediously, oh so delicately, she lowered her hips and loins to the tip of his shaft, just above the nub for the folds to moisten with her womanly juices.

This is it! God. . . yes. . . Kaust thought, starting to smile himself as his penis stirred for the feeling to come. He could barely recall what it was like last time, what with all the raunchiness of the wolf girl.

Finally, her nether region dove downward, nice and smoothly, taking her precious time as she let out a series of gasps and moans, feeling the member fill her walls one inch at a time. Kaust also let out clenched grunts, immediately overcome with a heavenly feeling that consumed his genitals, so good, in fact, it was almost unbearable. For a moment, Fayix held it there, eyes barely open, watching the boy's face with delight, both growing incredulously wet at the continuous signals of enigmatic sex. Then the first thrust.

It became the growing friction of Fayix rising and falling. Without realizing it, Kaust grasped the fox's firm rump as her hips went upward and downward, each time a fantastic splurge of pleasure unlike anything he had felt before. This, conclusively, was ineffable. Riding him hard, Kaust kept pulling her down to pound into his shaft harder and harder, as her pace picked up, her heat mingling with the rose perfume wafting in the air. As the actions continued, one hand left her tight buttocks and, strangely enough, delved for her unfilled hole, finger prodding for the anus. Without realizing it, the boy was becoming an animal, shedding that brittle, nervous teen and emerging to an all ready mature adult.

Even through her thrusts, her tongue hanging out through the ramming, Fayix could feel his searching fingers, and as a result, lifted her tail, bending lower so that her breasts matted to Kaust's chest. With the methodic thrusts continuing, orgasms held back as best they could, the young man slipped two fingers into Fayix's "fox hole", much like his shaft in her vagina, mimicking her nether lips to his genitals as he delved inward and outward, causing the fox to moan louder and louder.

"Ugh. . . yes! Ahhh. . . keep going, kid, keep going!" she yelped, now hypnotized by the thick member in her moist walls and slender fingers roving about her inner anus.

Kaust was feverishly consumed with the heat of the sex. His genital was simmering, like a molten iron, and copious amounts of pleasure ransacked his nether regions as he watched the intensity of Fayix's bucking body, her breasts sliding across his smooth skin, muzzle edge near his ears so he could soak in every delicious sound of the fox's angelic voice. Every time her vagina licked his shaft, he desired her to press harder, increase the pressure. He felt it could only get better and better.

It sped up to near thrashing. Both grunted and gasped as time ticked on, and eventually, unbelievable as it was in finality, they went off like a firecracker, Kuast pumping the adult porn star with streams of white cum, as she simultaneously gushed with the juices of her own heated body. Gracefully, their motions began to cease like a clock in it's last hours, the young man panting with exasperated ferocity, yet the fox merely out of breath for a seldom few moments. Smiling, she lay upon Kaust, his wiry frame almost overtaken with her mature womanly figure, legs and hips squeezing his softening member as the pulse of their sex winded down.

Minutes sped by, and Fayix coerced Kaust to lie on her soft, enveloping form of fur as she relaxed on the silk bed, where she rested Kaust's sweat matted head in between her breasts, twirling her finger through his spiky black hair.

"That was incredible," Kaust stated hoarsely, lungs still drawing in great gulps of air. Were he not so tired, he swore he would have sucked her tits dry, no doubt a new, evolved thought from the sexually wicked night.

"Oh, cutie, you did so good. I'm glad I get to keep you for two more years," she said in a singsong voice of harmonized rhythms. She planted a kiss on his lips, tenderly, her final mark of a newborn employee in the service of Paradise Oasis.

Hazily, Kaust glanced up at the foxy porn queen, ready to drop himself into a night of sleep. "So, uh, boss, what exactly are the terms of my employment?" he asked, half eagerly, half dully.

Fayix nuzzled him, "Mmmm. We'll work that out tomorrow. Just rest now, sweet, and I'll see you in the morning," intoned she, closing her eyelids, signaling for the young man to do the same. Cuddling up to the vixen, he wrapped an arm around her waist and buried his face into her fur. The bliss of her relaxing form washed over him, and he focused in on the rushing waves outside, the steady hum of the ocean's love. Barely audible, he managed out to whisper one thing:

"Good night. . . boss,"

= = *** = =

They were in infinite swarms. Of nearly every breed and every type, people were slithering around Kaust in motions so quick they were nothing but blundering smudges to his vision, all entranced in a direction unknown to him. Men and women dazzled around and around, going every which way with a pale blue sky above them and a blank ground of slate grey. Though they were free to trek about wherever they pleased, Kaust himself was stuck, frozen in place. Unlike them, the young man was untouched by this paradoxical speed, this enigma of erratic motion, beginning to make him feel dizzy.

Kaussssst. . .

A voice breached into his senses. It was an awful, cryptic tone of cracked ice and butchering darkness that wormed through him as he heard it. It made his spine grow cold and numb.

Still in an idle position, he tried to look around for the voices location, but all he managed to understand was the same, rapid movements of all the estranged figures. Nothing in this reality seemed natural, for, all objects were obscure and shaded, as if thousands of black veils coveted the young man's ability to comprehend what was happening around him. He attempted to speak, call out, but he could not find his voice.

Kausssssssst. . .

The tone created unearthly feelings in him. It felt as though worms were creeping under his skin and eating out his innards, methodically and sadistically, a grotesque, sickening sensation that made him writhe with sickness. Fear, however, had yet to take him.

Come back to us, bastard son of the grave. . .

He suddenly shrieked. Or, he felt as if he did. Somehow able to move, he turned, rapidly, eyeing a figure who was as still as he, unchanging, undeterred. It was staring at him.

Yes. It was the only way to describe the monstrosity. The body was clamped with ragged rags of mulch green and grey, stained with splotches of decayed blood. It's hands were long, skeletal, and inhumane, fingers extending by at least a foot, cracking and clicking with the twitch of time colliding past it. The face. . . no, it couldn't be a face. Merely, all that was visible was a malformed calamity of bulbous flesh and wriggling veins, bizarre tendrils flicking around in a searching motion, a hood covering the monstrous head as the beast breathed in and out in an affront to the fabric of nature.

Kaust was both disgusted and terrified.

It looked at him (at least he thought it was), silent, writhing, then, it raised a hand and pointed at him, gurgling with a cacophony of gruesome noises.

Come back to the grave, bastard son. Come back to our father. . .

Kaust shivered. He wanted to scream, fear destroying his sanity, but he could not. Fright engulfed him, devoured him, and he collapsed, shaking violently, babbling and muttering for someone to save him. All that was left was the voice of this. . . being.

All that was left was a scream he managed, as the world around him fell to red and black, and he soon lost consciousness. . .