Breaktime Shorts 1 and 2
#1 of Breaktime Shorts
Author: Tobias Foxx Title: Breaktime Shorts 1 Part: BTS 01 Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie. Keywords: Furry, Mf, rape, inc, abuse 10 min Wolf Incest Rape * * *
Stories in this series are simple timed writing exercises. As the series title suggests, they are written during my breaks at work. As such, most will be very short, rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies. I hope you enjoy them.
- * * "Why don't you come sit in Daddy's lap?" I cringed at those words, slurred, slobbery. I could smell the drunken stench oozing off of him from the front door. He had been waiting for me to get home from school, I could tell, and by his leer and the tenting of his boxers, I knew why. I hesitated, but his warning growl sent me scurrying across the room. I wanted to run, to scream, to cry, but I knew it would be useless. What was an eight-year-old wolf bitch against a full grown male? I couldn't outrun him. I couldn't fight him. I could only concede to his wishes and hope he was gentle. He never was. He lifted me by the waist, and I automatically spread my legs to encircle his waist. He never let me wear panties, so the only thing separating my tiny slit and his throbbing eight inches was the thin fabric of his underwear. Looking down, I shuddered. His tip lifted my miniskirt, already forming a wet spot from pre. His hands wandered over my body, my budding breasts, my boyish hips, my thin legs, my immature mound. "Such a pretty slut." I didn't even realize his hand had left me until I found myself on the floor where his blow had thrown me, ears ringing, blood leaking from nose and lips. I had only a moment to comprehend what had happened before his hands found me again. He lifted my rump, forcing me to all fours, then mercilessly forced himself in to the knot. The dry walls of my tunnel tore as he sank inward, sending searing agony chasing down my nerves. I screamed, as always. I bled, as always. He continued to rape me regardless of my pain, as always. I quickly quieted to soft whimpers and grunts as he heaved himself in and out, his tip spurting pre into my womb, cervix long ago destroyed. I felt his knot begin to swell after only a few minutes. I braced myself, but it didn't help when he rammed that softball-sized ball of flesh into me. I screamed again, felling myself tear further. He turned to stand rump to rump with me as his seed flooded into me, overflowing to drip onto the carpet below. I would have to lick up my blood and his spilt spunk after he finished with me or there would be more pain and suffering. "Useless fucking cunt." Author: Tobias Foxx Title: Breaktime Shorts 2 Part: BTS 02 Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie. Keywords: Furry, Mf, inc, preg 37 min Tiger Incest * * *
Stories in this series are simple timed writing exercises. As the series title suggests, they are written during my breaks at work. As such, most will be very short, rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies. I hope you enjoy them.
- * * He lay with his sister, he fourteen, she eight. She'd had another of her nightmares, had been having them since their mother died six months back. The shrink said they would go away in time, but the only thing that ever seemed to help was sharing his bed. He didn't mind so much except for the fact that he rather enjoyed masturbating before bed and allowing the post-orgasmic somnolence to steal him off to sleep. For the past six months, he had missed out on that pleasure for fear his sister would catch him in the act or wonder at the mess afterward. Added to that was the fact that she had come into heat last week. His lack of self-manipulation combined with the pheromones she was putting out left him rather pent up. It was therefore understandable if he had a raging hard on as he lay there in the wee hours of the morning, her much smaller body snuggled up to spoon against his stomach, the teasing heat of her needful sex pressing against the tip of his throbbing erection. Thoughts came unbidden into his mind, naughty thoughts, dirty thoughts. The young tiger knew he should banish them, but in his half dozing state he gave up trying. Instead, he simply buried his nose in her scruff as he held her tight and inhaled her delicious scent. He felt his shaft flex and jump as his nostrils flared. Seemingly of its own accord, his tongue slipped forth to lap at her neck fur, tenderly grooming her. He froze when she made a sound but quickly realized it was purring. He could feel the gentle vibration of her body against his. It was such a soothing sound, one she hadn't made in half a year. He let himself relax further, dropping more of his guard. She wiggled in his arms, snuggling closer, and her nether lips parted around the pointed tip of his shaft, her burning inner folds pressing against his hard flesh. He let out a soft hiss as his hips gave an involuntary thrust, his tip stroking through her slit, barbs scraping over her tender flower, catching momentarily upon her immature clit. He began to purr himself, her soft moaning causing him to twitch once more. But he held himself still. It was wrong. She was asleep. She was his sister. She was in heat. She was too young. He was going to roll away from her, slip out of bed, and creep to the bathroom for some relief, but she wriggled again before he could. Through no fault of his own, he felt his head catch in her entrance as she scrunched lower. He gasped at the heat and pressure, his hips thrusting again, his entire tip lodging within her, barbs and all, eliciting a kittenish mewl. He lay there, teeth clenched tight, eyes wide, maleness throbbing, fully awake now. He waited until he felt sure of his control over his body before he began to pull back, hissing at the sensation of his barbs tugging at her inner walls. Then she clenched. It was a small thing, only a slight increase in pressure, but his hormone driven body took it as an invitation, thrusting inward once more. He felt momentary pressure against his head, and then it was gone, her tunnel giving another clench. He realized that he had just taken her virginity. He struggled with himself for several seconds before heaving a soft sigh. In for a penny, in for a pound. Slowly, his hips pressed forward until his entire length was seated within the smaller feline. Her gentle purr had become a rumble, and he could fell the boat-motor vibrations both within and without. As he pulled back, she squirmed against him, squeezed around him, let out a tender moan of pleasure. He could barely stand it, the heat, the pressure, her scent, her wiggling, her moans. He let himself go, driving into her fast and hard. He lasted only three rough thrusts before holding himself hilted deep within her as six months worth of seed unloaded into his little sister. It seemed like it would never end, gush after gush spurting forth until he felt it running back out to coat his fuzzy sack. Finally it finished, and he lay panting softly, lazily grooming her scruff as darkness clouded the edges of his mind, pulling him off to sleep. Before he drifted off entirely, he thought he heard her mumble, "Love you, brudder."