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Ghost Story

A scream of pleasure breaks the silence of the night, echoing from a high tower, situated in the ghostly woods of the small island town of Twotail. The scream belongs to none other than the queen of vixens herself, Shadow Whitepaw. The lush crimson fur flowing over her curvaceous form, and the white of her stomach, chest and inner thighs like that of a purrfect pearl. Her large heaving breasts undulating up and down, trying to keep in step with the rest of her, as she rocks up and down. Her white paw, making her different from all other foxes, grips tightly onto the back of the large grey wolf sitting under her. Claws buried in his back as the rhythm is kept steady. His large wolfhood slamming in and out of her moistening and burning sex, feeling each inch slamming in and out of her. Grunting each time he feels his balls hit her warm taint. He watches her eyes roll back into her head. One of her paws sliding over her golden nipples, twisting and pulling between two of his claws.

The only things making this grey wolf stand out are that he is crisscrossed with scars running down his hard toned body, the fact that he stands nearly 6'3 on his canine legs and the appalling amount of piercings dotting his body. One more notable scar runs from his left eye brow wrapping diagonally across to his left ear. That ear being, clearly, nearly bitten off entirely due to its rough edges and odd shape. Muscle's rippling and straining as he tries to hold the squirming vixen on his throbbing member.

Licking his worn and scarred muzzle, the young wolf draws his sharp claws down the vixen's back, latching on and keeping her still. His ears prick up as he hears her scream once more in answer. Leaning forward he snakes his split tongue across the short white fur of her neck, feeling the skin underneath rising at his slightest of probing. The canines in his muzzle gleam in the fire light as he teasingly brushes them on the soft skin beneath, following the path of his forked tongue.

A wicked smile spreads across his scarred face, watching as the vixen again tries to squirm glancing at him momentarily. His longer sharp canines sink deep into her soft warm flesh, his tongue eagerly tasting the sweet sweat that glistened on her fur before. The scream of the vixen once again breaks the silence of their panting and moaning.

The wolf licks the small wound left by his teeth, droplets of hot blood land on his hungry tongue, the taste of copper. He lifts his muzzle and closes his eyes, howling loudly into the night, slamming the vixen down on his wolfhood, his warm fluid enveloping the small space of her tight sex. His large frame shudders in pleasure as he bites down hard on his lower lip.

While cleaning his muzzle with her tongue, Shadow steals a glance at this young and very big wolf, she only stands at 5'2. Tracing the scars over his heaving chest, she digs her claws into the old wounds making him wince slightly each time.

"How did one as young and as virile as yourself, receive so many scars, My new pet?"

A sound of amusement and pleasure in the voluptuous tone of her voice, as the blood she was licking off his muzzle hits the back of her throat, sending lighting through her body once more.

The young wolf locks his violet eyes on her pearlescent black, answering in a low but fierce tone. The fire dancing across his eyes, his gaze is as if he was somewhere else entirely finally responding.

"A long time ago, with things I'd like to forget." His tone now turning wistful and sadness clearly clouding his eyes, "And as far as "pet" goes, only as long as you keep me fed and give a warm bed to sleep in."

Shadow drives an open paw across his muzzle her razor sharp claws fully extended, his raven black hair now covering his face as bright red blood flows from the openings down his chin. Adding more scars to his collection.

Moving her golden locks from her dark eyes, as if each strand was made from the same material as the color, she stares at his hair covered face.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME AS SUCH, GHOST!? I found you washed up on MY shoreline. Cared for you and brought you back to the living, out..."

"Enough!" Ghost growls as his paws drop lifelessly to her thighs resting lightly but his tail stands stiffly up along his back.

The wolf's full violet eyes drop to the floor, following the trail of blood from his chin to the floor next to the fire, his hair partially blocking his view. Slowly a pool forms from his crimson blood.

Silence follows as the vixen pulls herself unceremoniously from his bare lap, her eyes twinge slightly as she frees Ghost's throbbing glistening member from her wet wall's embrace, watching a small amount of their mixture mix with the blood and turning the same red. She adjusts her black silk loin cloth embroidered in gold and throws on a see through silk top also with the gold trim.

The fire crackles as no words are passed between the preening vixen and Ghost while he sits continuing to stare at the blood and mixed juices sizzling next to the fire. The slight wind making him shiver, remember his bare body as he sits waiting.

Finished with her adjusting and fixing of her personage, the Queen of Vixens gingerly sits on upon her blackwood throne, fur akin to her own crimson red cushioning her from the formidable looking chair. Her paws resting lightly on the arms as her claws extend and retract on the carved shapes of vixens.

"You may go eat and then sleep, Ghost. But know this, I own you, and if I have want of you, you will give yourself to me. Tell the two otter twins to come and fan me when you leave."

As he slowly climbs to his footpaws, he hears a low whisper.

"Put your clothes back on. No one will see my slave naked, your body is mine. Remember that." She glares at him with her obsidian eyes, watching his muscled and scarred body dress. His large manhood slowly retreating back into his sheathe.

Lethargically he pulls his ripped and torn jeans up over his numb legs, making sure his tail fits snuggly in the hole made in the back. Happy with the placement he bends down to pick up his worn red and black leather jacket, throwing it over his shoulders and raising them so the jacket sits correctly over his large frame. Feeling the wind mix with the swear on his matted fur on his open chest, he turns slowly, placing both paws to his chest and bows lowly to the smug queen, keeping his glowing violet eyes intently on her.

"Be gone from my sight."

She replies with a flick of her white paw as he turns to leave. A toothy grin spreads from the corner of her small mouth, feeling one of her single claws brushing her pulsing clit, taking a bit of the wet mixture from in between her throbbing legs to her mouth, licking at it gingerly. She thinks to herself out loud in a low and excited tone.

"Mmmmm, who knew wolves could perform so well AND taste so good."

A large grin comes to her face, her pearly white teeth glistening from the firelight.

The large door creaks open, the smell wafting through his long nose. He closes his eyes and takes in a breath, letting it out slowly. Eying the two otters, Mercy and Mayhem, he again notes the strangeness of twin otters. Their very dark brown fur covering all of their bodies except for their throats, chest, stomach and he mused to himself their inner thighs. Their emerald like green eyes shining in the torchlight as he nears the two, taking note of the only difference between them, outwardly anyway. Mayhem, the nicer of the two, had a grey star shaped mark just above where her tail popped out of the low white skirt.

The two eye him up and down as he listlessly wanders over to them.

"How was it tonight? From what we heard, she's gonna keep ya fer awhile. I think..."

Mayhem pipes up quickly, before her smiling sister can add more.

"Leave him be Mercy. Go grab our fans. I think the queen will not have need for our special skills tonight. The same place is open for you, Ghost. Soup, some chicken and wine await you. Dream well, Wolf."

She nods solemnly as he sister returns with their fans; they push the door and disappear into the throne room. He shakes the thought off of "good dreams".

Reaching the modest place he called his room, Ghost crouches down and lights his fireplace. He stares over at the steaming food, his stomach growling as he nears the small table. After finishing his meal, he carefully pours himself some wine and returns to sit against the wall on his bed. He places his furred head against the cold brick of the tower.

After numerous cups of wine, his mind begins to wander to how it is he ended up on this small island. How he came to have all of these scars. He rubs the stubble of his left ear, a new bad habit of his white he rests his paw on his newly added scars. Thinking to himself, that bitch, how could I let her get away with that? And why would she do that in the first place? Why do women always treat me as such?

Before long his head lolls sleepily to his shoulder as he finally succumbs to sleep.

Ghost awakens in chains, all of his paws tightly bound to flat black wall. Even his tail pulled up. He notices he is hanging about two feet off of the ground, as he tries to take in his surroundings the chains clicking against the wall. The last thing he recalls is the horrible slaughter of his pack at the hands of a merciless group of humans, panthers and he swore he saw a light blue female bunny, wearing all black leather, covering all but her head and ears. A hard glare in her eyes but also something else hiding within. Something like lust.

The room he now is trapped in is all black. He notices many other similar sets of chains, similar to what he is now shackled to. A door creaks behind him. Fighting against the chain he tries to see who entered. A familiar scent fills his nose, and he snarls, knowing exactly who it is.

The blue bunny walks in front of Ghost. Eying his naked body and looking down at a tray of strange tools. Mostly it looked like, very sharp tools.

"Now that I have my wolfie where I want him, what do I do first."

The Bunny glances over her many tools, scalpels of varying sizes, a small blow torch, various knifes, and curved blades. Selecting one she moves closer to the Ghost, brushing his fur with her black gloved hand. With a wry smile she leans closer to his ear.

"Mmmm, where to start, where to start? Oh I know."

She drags the small scalpel from the top of his left eye down to his left ear, grinning and laughing the whole time. He stares into her grey eyes, watching the reflection as the blood shines, and begins to flow openly over his eye. He screams but this only makes her laugh louder, dragging the small knife over his muzzle, his chest and legs. His body now on fire from the pain. She lightly picks up the blow torch, lighting it with a rehearsed grace. She moves the flame close to his body over one of the newly opened wounds. he hears and smells his blood and fur sizzle, his body burning and aching, screaming louder.

"Pleeeeeease, stop! I did nothing to you. Let me go. Oh..My.y.y...GOOOOOOD!"

He feels the knives finally move off his aching body, the blood flowing as he hears a snapping noise, trying to watch with his right eye, his left clouded by his own blood. His eye widens as he sees a large pink cock strapped to the bunny's bare waist, seeing another end being inside of her. She now stands naked, her short fur giving away the small frame and perky breasts. He looks up her body seeing, the hood of her small mound pierced on both sides and large metal spikes through her swelling white nipples. Her lips pierced three times matching the number on her tongue, as it lolls out of her mouth, drool pooling at her feet. She whips her red hair out of her eyes, hungrily staring him down. He feels himself being turned around and something hard is shoved into his mouth and tied around his head, stopping him from screaming. The taste is of copper and clothm most likely his own blood on the rag, he bites his teeth hard against it as he feels her yank his tail hard, lifting it higher in the air.

His anus tightens fearing the worst as something begins to poke and push its way in. He screams loudly into his gag, wishing he was dreaming, fighting against the chains. Her breath now on his ear, he feels her tongue sliding around the edge, her mouth enveloping it, the feel of her small teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. She bites down hard as she thrusts her strap-on into his virgin ass.

He screams loudly as blood rushes from his ear and he hears her spit out the lost piece. While moving her cock in and out of his ass she leans closer to his bleeding ear, whispering softly in a husky voice as he feels his ass being ripped.

"I'm making sure no one doubts you belong to me, your ear, your body and ...especially your ass."

She rams him harder moaning as the other end rams into her wet throbbing sex, forcing the cock harder and deeper into his ass, despite his muffled screams and lame attempt to fight against the chains. Tears begin welling and falling down his face from the pain. She bends down to her tool table, grabbing anything within her rounded paw's reach, forcing the blade down his back to hear him scream louder as she fights his clenching of his ass, feeling it release as she cuts him along his back.

Knowing he is near unconsciousness, she slides her round paw over his sheath, coaxing his cock out with soft slow strokes. She grips his shaft tightly, dragging the strokes down each time getting faster, hearing him now change to moaning not screaming. She smiles evilly as she continues to ram his tight ass. She begins to pant in between her cackling.

Ghost feels the pain and pleasure, not knowing what to feel anymore. His body aching and wanting to be free, he tries to let her please him. Moving his hips to match hers, allowing the cock to slide in and out easier, and somehow making it feel extremely good. Guilt drifts over him as he feels pleasure fly down his body. Blood flows down his fur the more excited he becomes, he feels the bunny become excited as well. Her laughter becomes louder and shriller. Her body shaking as her paw moves along his throbbing wolfhood. He moans loudly his own body trembling awaiting release.

Biting her lower lip the bunny feels him start to move in her paw, smiling to herself, her body beginning to shudder as her wet sex tightens around the strap-on, her cum spilling down her legs, matting her fur, continuing to slam the large wolf, moaning loudly reaching the highest of ecstacy.

Shame again sneaks inside of Ghost as he feels his cock tightening and pulse harder in the bunny's paw. His body shakes and moves against the chains as he cums against the wall, the bunny smacking the knot in his cock hard, making him scream. She then slides her paw over his throbbing head collecting some of his warm liquid. He feels the gag fall from his mouth, and beings to pant hard and fast, before the bunny's shoves her whole paw into his gaping muzzle. He hungrily slurps it down without a second thought, hoping she will stop slamming the hard cock in his ass. Just as he thought, the long plastic member, drops from his throbbing anus, a sigh escapes his mouth, through gritted teeth.

The bunny pats Ghost on the head softly, before smacking him closed handed across his panting face. The lights fade and he slips to unconsciousness, but hears her mutter something.

"Good wolfie, I just want you to know this is only the first time. Be ready, I'll be back in few hours for round two."

The bunny redresses slowly and leaves Ghost alone in the dark. His vision begins to fail him from the last blow and all of the blood loss, slowly the lid of his right eye covers his once bright violet eye.

Sometime later another creak of the door and Ghost awakens with a frightened look on his face. His body burns from all of the cuts and his bruised anus. Guilt creeps over him as he thinks of his slaughtered family and him receiving pleasure from the bunny in charge of murdering all of them. Wondering why she kept him alive. No long caring who is in the room with him.

A small human face appears in front of him, a face of kindness belonging to what looked like a small boy. He hears clicking near his leg shackles, his legs falling free, his foot pads touching the cold ground and staring with wonder in his violet eyes at the small human.

"Why are you letting me down? Kill me and be done with it."

The small boy only stares and begins to unshackle his tail and arms. Watching as Ghost falls to his knees, new tears streaming down his scarred body. Ghost grabs his own tail and slides it under his legs and curls into a fetal position rocking slightly from the pain done to his body. The pain overwhelming him from the loss of his family and his heart beating slowly.

"Go outside and down to the docks, a boat will be waiting for you, Young Wolf. I only want to help you be free. So go quickly before our leader returns. She will do worse than kill us if she finds me helping you."

The small boy points to the window, then runs out of the room slamming the door behind them.

Ghost quickly slips on his worn jeans and his favorite red and black jacket, given to him by his mother. Not wanting or caring, he jumps from the window. He lands on his numb footpaws and runs wobbily, toward the docks as he was told. He finds a small boat with a little bag of what he hopes is food and something to wet to cool his dry mouth. Within minutes he is out to sea with no care as to his destination, alone in the world. Along the horizon he sees dark clouds and rough water.

((more to follow, hopefully)) ^. .V