The Impossibility
All these characters are mine, so please don't use them for anything but fiction and stuff on the internet, and maybe even not then if it humiliates them. Thank you.
I am a fox-Furre, and I go by the name Jaguar. I am black with a white muzzle, white hands, one white foot, white ear insides and my tail is striped in much the same way as a skunk. People said I'd never have the love of a Furre.
I really don't know why that is, but what they say was true. I'd never had a lover and I had a strong conviction that I never will.
I don't know if this story changes anything about my life, but I know that it is significant point in my life that will never bed forgotten.
I was at Ziffian's house. It was a slightly chilly November night, and I had the heat on in the house because I hate the cold. Ziffian is fox-Furre with gray hands, paws, tail tip and gray bangs. His fur is a dusty dark brown.
We were watching TV, although, to the untrained eye, there didn't seem to be anything on worth watching. That's because there wasn't, we just watched whatever went on. At the moment we were watching an episode of Spongebob, although I wasn't really paying attention. I was sleeping over at Ziffian's for the next few nights because my parents were out of town.
My eyes flickered, and I jerked upright. Must not fall asleep, I chanted in my mind. Must not fall asleep...
I was asleep.
I woke up, expecting heavily to be curled up on the couch still, drooling on the pillow. What I was really like was far worse.
I was on my bed, or the one I would be sleeping in at Ziffian's house. But I wasn't lying on the bed. I was strapped to it. My arms were tied behind my head, and my legs were strapped to the bed. My tail was scrunched under me.
And I was completely and utterly naked. I twisted my head, which I found was muzzled, to look at the door, then back at my utterly exposed, er, privates. I gulped. I saw a little sign on it.
'Fuck me,' it said. I could have screamed. I did. "ZIFFIAN!" I yelled!
All that I heard was wild giggling from the kitchen. "Great. Perfect. I love this."
"Be there in a sec!" he yelled. "I've got some people for you to meet!" I made a solemn vow to made Ziffian eat his tail later and wear his tongue as a necktie. I almost laughed at the picture but then got really scared when Ziffian entered the room. Naked.
Geez, I thought. "I didn't know you were a pervert, Ziff."
Ziffian grinned. "Well, now you know! Now, some people want to meet you..." he said slowly as he untied my bounds, but kept my hands tied behind my back, but my legs were free, but I didn't think it was the best time to run. So I walked to the kitchen, my hands behind my back, my tail dragging.
I looked up, and gaped. Naked boys, my age. Some I knew, some I didn't. "Ziff?" I asked, but much difficulty as I was still wearing the muzzle. "What's this about, anyway?" Ziffian just grinned and kept walking. I walked into the kitchen, and the boys, all different Furres, looked my over as I growled at Ziffian. "I hate you," I snarled through the muzzle. He just shrugged and smiled.
I decided to look at the boys, but just to see their species and if I knew them. There were five of them, and I began with a lynx that I thought I recognized from a house-warming party that my parents brought me to. His name was...Tunj. Okay, the next on was a hulky red fox-Furre, and I didn't recognize him.
The next was a winged wolf-Furre with a bushy tan tail and small ears. I didn't know him, either. The next one was a buddy of mine at one point in my life, a gray tabby by the name of Bluejay. The last one was a purple and yellow fox-Furre with striped ears and red tipped bangs. I was pretty sure his name was Quatro.
They looked at me, and grinned. I looked down again, and Ziffian started saying something. "So, let's get a move on, gentlemen!" The Furres nodded and we walked to the living room, Ziffian nearly dragging me because I was so desperate to get away.
"Listen, Jag. You will sit this out," he muttered. "Because it's going to change your life." I didn't know what was going on, and I was scared.
He sat me down on the couch and undid the strings on my hands. Then he took off my muzzle. I couldn't, or wouldn't, escape. I guess I wanted to find out what would happen. Suddenly, Quatro got up. "Okay, Piccolo," he murmured. "Let's start this thing." Piccolo, the red fox, got up and Quatro crouched on the ground in the classic canine "play" position. I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach about what was happening. Like someone had put a ton of lead in there.
Suddenly, Piccolo leaped forward and began to shove his entire cock into Quatro's rear. Quatro cried out, but I noticed he was smiled as cum dripped down his rear and some down his back. The others cheered, I just shrank away. Piccolo shoved even harder, harder until his knot was forced into Quatro. Quatro was at the moment laughing and crying out joyfully.
Tunj jumped up and began to shove his entire swollen cock, which was dripping cum, into Quatro's mouth, which Quatro took in doggedly. Cum squirted all over his face, and he giggled and licked Tunj's cock, making him twitch convulsively. The winged wolf smoothly walked to Tunj and shoved his cock deep into his rear. I tried to turn away, but Ziffian made me look by grabbing my muzzle and shoving it forward.
Bluejay stood up and motioned for Ziffian to come, but Ziffian shook his head and shoved m forward, leaning back and laughing. His cock was dripping as he watched them shove their loads into each others rears and mouths. Bluejay looked at me with a weird look, almost loving, and I tried to kick him, to get away, but he just grabbed me and threw me on the ground.
He sat on my rear and began to shove his cock deep. I twitched and convulsed, growling and whining. As he squirted his load in, I moaned. "No, no, no, don't do this, please..." Bluejay just grinned.
"Already done," he said. He shoved his cock in, trying to shove his knot in to...suddenly it was in. I moaned as his cock twitched around in me. He laughed and his cock began to quiver endlessly. Suddenly, I felt some something below me, my butt being up. I looked down and saw Ziffian, sucking and fondling at my cock lovingly. My eyes widened and I jerked around, trying to get out.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, but that didn't stop anybody. And suddenly, a girl entered the room. She looked around and gasped. "Ziffian!" she growled. "I'll kill you." I was already beginning to like this girl. She saw me and she gaped. "Jaguar?" I nodded, twitching.
She leaped into the fray and dragged me out, practically ripping Bluejay's cock off. Ziffian groped blindly for me, but I was as good as being held by the girl. I was shivering and scared, and she brought me to my room, putting me on the bed. "Jaguar, do you know what that was?"
"Sex," I said without hesitation.
"No. That was gay sex. That was an orgy. You do know what gay is, right?" I nodded. "Good. Now. You need to know what real sex is." I was beginning to get scared all over again. "No, Jaguar, don't go," she said as I edged away. "I won't force you to anything like them."
"Oh."
She laughed. "Lie down, Jaguar." I laid down, my back on the bed. She walked around the bed, and I noticed that she had orange fur with one purple elbow, one purple arm, one purple leg, purple stripes on her thin cat tail, purple ears, purple muzzle and purple bangs, but the rest of her was orange. She was a beautiful cat-Furre. "My name is Brackle," she said as she sat down on my cock, and I bit my lip. It was to strange...
Now, I am sorry, but I really am not good at writing this stuff. So, I'll just end it at this and let you make up the rest.