Mine
There wasn't much time...
Truer words were never before thought by the skunk. Standing with his back to a brick wall and holding a yellow piece of paper in his gloved hands, he looked quite unobtrusive. His eyes stared at the paper, blankly, not reading the scribblings on it, but using it as a distraction for his eyes. A few more minutes, and it would not happen.
Waiting was a horrible game when one could feel the slipping of seconds. How fast they are when they draw near to a destination of uncertainty. The outlines and colors of those wandering around him on these busy streets acted like the hands of a stopwatch.
Second.
After second.
After second passed.
Would it happen? Would it fall through? The skunk's mind traced over countless scenarios, opened and closed doors on trails of thoughts.
And then it caught his attention. The telltale shape of a strong fox wearing his orange colors proudly despite the coverings of blue clothing. The catch of this creature sent the seconds into a cataclysmic stop. The fox walked past, giving no notice to the skunk, and then headed into the garage. The skunk waited, and then followed.
The stairs led down into the sickly yellow-orange illumination of the floors. Cars littered the spots, interspersed with the occasional Sport Utility vehicle. The smell, yes, that smell of old cars and exhaust, it was here and strong, and a smell quite unmistakable, if not only hinted at. Fox musk.
His musk.
It was time to claim it. Oh yes, the skunk was ready and willing to take the risks. No risk, no reward. And the risk as he walked behind, ready to seal the doors, and the fate of this creature he followed.
The fox walked on, ignorant of he who followed him. Too many people were around to detect it. He walked until he saw the green van, back door slightly ajar and waiting. it teased him of what was inside, of the life soon to be left behind. He stopped, mouth dry as his tongue licked out around his lips, doing nothing to instill moisture. He looked around, but could see no one that drew attention. The door was an opportunity, and an escape. He stood still, his mind making it's one and last decision.'
He pulled open the door to reveal a black drape hanging down. He pulled it open, and another was there. Like curtains they spread infinitely into the back of the van. In reality it was not such; but there in his mind, it was like a cave into eternity. he slipped in past the curtains and left behind the world.
The skunk swiftly moved up, slamming the door shut and preventing the exodus from the cage. Pants tight with a sheath swollen to fullness and skin pulsing as his heart raced.
'Mine,' he thought to himself as pre cum leaked into his shorts in a slow cascade from the exposed tip. 'All mine.'
The sound of the door made the fox jump, instincts took over and he turned to find the door. Feeling through the cloth until metal was found, it too painted black as the shrouds hanging around him. There was no handle, no window. No escape.
From the front came the sound of the driver entering the car and the ignition. A voice came over a small speaker system. it was wavering with excitement underneath a harsh, serious tone.
"Strip, find the bag, place the items on yourself," was all it said.
The fox suddenly blinked as a light came on. The black surrounding him ate up the light, but he could see a duffle bag opposite him. He did as instructed, quickly shedding his clothing and pushing it aside. His member fully engorged and exposed in terse excitement. He opened the bag, pulling out the items within.
A leather jock was first, followed by a simply harness, blindfold and then a collar. Everything was black except the gold lock which dangled from the clasp of the collar. The fox placed all the items on quickly, stuffing his package roughly into the jock and slipping the collar and harness on. he locked the collar with a light click, then placed on the blindfold.
The voice came over the speaker again, "Reach above you, and place your hands in the cuffs."
He did so, finding the padded leather easy to slip-up into. Suddenly there was a loud snap, the wristbands cinched down and trapped him. There was nothing to do but wait.
The van pulled into a garage, the doors closing and blocking out almost all light. The skunk got out of the driver's seat, walking to the back. He opened the rear doors and pulled the curtains apart, revealing the delicious prize within.
The fox turned his head in the direction of the sounds, ears perked at the skunk's location. The van sunk, and then hands unclipped the devices that held fast the wrists from the roof. A lead was clipped on the collar. Then silence.
The skunk leaned in and sniffed. The smell of fresh meat. There was nothing like it. he breathed in the smell coming from the fox, fear, apprehension, arousal, excitement. They mingled and danced in the air, electrifying it. His hand reached out, stroking the soft fur and toned body. This will be a great addition to the family. He tugged the leash and the fox obeyed without question.
out of the van, through a door and down a hallway, then in through another door which shut behind. Words were not exchanged, there was no need right now. There was only one need, and the skunk was going to relieve it very soon.
Pushed down over a breeding bench, the fox found himself restrained with his ass in the air and legs spread wide. He felt vulnerable and exposed. He felt needed, he felt debased. Hot breath was against his tail, a hand reaching and smearing a cool gel against his muscular opening. He felt like an animal purchased to be bred, and his cock knotted with the thought.
A sudden push and the skunk buried himself to the hilt. His motion swift and needy, like a stud ready to breed his bitch. The scream from the fox was quick and loud, then moans of pain as he breathed deeply and relaxed. Pain, it wasn't pain. It was never pain,it was always the breaking of his virginity. It always felt as such, no matter how many times it was done. But soon, such things would not be virgin. he was ready to be the true bitch he was born to be, and that virginal piercing would soon fade.
Until then, he gritted his teeth as the thick shaft stroked his insides firmly. The skunk claiming his prize without words. The hips pushing and thrusting the cock into his new property, ready to give him the special mark. He grunted and moaned, his hips pushing and pulling the fox's hole. he was quickly reaching his climax. The power in the air infused him, helped him to claim this fox, the creature whining and pleading with his groans for the gift of his new Master.
Hips slapped against tight ass, thrusting sharply and quick. A growing crescendo of moans culminating in the final thrust and internal seeding of the fox. Cum spat from the skunks body,inseminating the fox with the true claiming he needed. it filled and coated every crevice inside him, an he desired nothing else.
Pulling back, the skunk removed his dick from the fox, leaving a trail of cum to dribble down onto the floor. He turned and stepped away, saying the first and last words the fox ever wanted to here. The skunk simply stated, "Mine."