Breaktime Shorts 3 and 4 by tobiasfoxx

Breaktime Shorts 3 and 4

tobiasfoxx, Death, M/F, Public, Rape, Short, Tie, Vore (hard)

#2 of Breaktime Shorts

Author: Tobias Foxx Title: Breaktime Shorts 3 Part: BTS 03 Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie. Keywords: Furry, MF, rape, death 32 Min Dragon Rape Hard Vore * * *

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.

* * The dragon was hungry, but that problem was easily solved, especially since he already had a tasty morsel in hand. His other needs were not so easily met. It had been some time since he had come across a female of his own kind, and he had an itch that needed scratching. The hapless rabbit he had captured would serve that purpose well enough, he supposed. She lay pinned to the ground beneath him, a few scant yards from the entrance to her burrow, seventeen sets of wide, innocent eyes peering out in terror as she pleaded for her life, begging him to let her live so her children would not go without a mother. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, but still he stepped back off of her has though letting her go free. Immediately, she scrambled to her feet and bolted for her burrow. She was fast. He was faster. He pounced, driving her to the ground, her face and breasts ground into the dirt by the forepaws planted against her shoulders. He snaked his tail around her waist, pulling her pert rump upward into the proper position as she pleaded once more. Her fear was understandable. He was easily twice her size, his tree feet of tapering dragonmeat already hard and unsheathed. She would die in this mating, but that didn't bother him at all. With his slitted eyes fixed upon her cowering offspring, he hunched his hips forward to seek out her entrance. His spear-like tip found her slit. He dragged himself teasingly along her tender folds as her cries turned to soft sobs and whimpers. A vicious grin split his maw. He pulled back momentarily, lined himself up, pressed his pointed head against her hole, and heaved himself forward. His eyes closed with an ecstatic hiss as fully a third of his length sank into her warm depths. Her piercing scream was music to his ears, the spasms of her body around his thick rod urging him onward. He shuffled his hind talons forward and thrust a second third into her, breaking through her cervix to slam against the back of her womb. Her wail was continuous as he pulled back and plowed forward. He could smell the blood that slicked his shaft as he raped her mercilessly in front of her own children. He knew she must be in horrendous agony. His tapered rod was only an inch across at its tip, but the base was eight. As deep as he was, her entrance would be stretched six inches give or take. Of course, he didn't really care if he broke her. In fact, the thought of doing just that only spurred him on. He could feel her body giving way before his power as he rutted her with feral brutality, flesh tearing to accommodate his girth and length, organs turning to pulp as he slammed in and out. He could feel his climax swiftly approaching and decided to end it. His foreclaws shifted to keep her hips still as he leaned back on his haunches. Holding her like a doll, he lifted her until only his head remained within her ravaged hole then drove her downward. Her scream cut off in a blood-filled gurgle as he hilted, her pelvis cracking with a resounding pop, womb torn open and destroyed, stomach plowed through. He sat with her impaled for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation as her lungs attempted to fill with his thick meat lodged firmly between them. Blood seeped from her mouth to coat her chest and stomach. Her body spasmed in seizures of agony. It was delicious. With no further foreplay, he worked her up and down his pole, her body nothing more than a fucktoy. Soon enough, he felt the pressure in his loins building to dangerous levels. When he came it was an explosion of boiling hot seed that erupted into her body. It fountained from her mouth in thick gushes as he continued to thrust into her, pulping gallon after gallon of spunk into her, swiftly cooking her from the inside out. As his orgasm tapered off, he pulled her free and dropped her carelessly onto he ground at his fee, the last few jets splashing across her back. He was highly impressed when she began to move. Weakly, a hand stretched forward to plant clawed fingers against the ground and drag her once more toward her burrow. It was to no avail. His head shot forward, serrated teeth slicing easily through flesh and bone to tear free a leg. He crunched it noisily as she persisted in her slow escape before diving back down for a second helping. Her arms were next, and she lay there afterward, her life draining away, bleeding from both ends. He savored her cream-filled torso last, leaving the head for her kin to remember her by. Author: Tobias Foxx Title: Breaktime Shorts 4 Part: BTS 04 Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie. Keywords: Furry, MF 10 min Fox Coyote Public * * *

* * "What, right here?" the vixen giggled, arms spread to encompass the entire park and its numerous inhabitants. "Sure, why not?" replied her coyote boyfriend, pulling her down into his lap upon the bench. "Doesn't it excite you just thinking about it?" She gave a soft murr by way of reply. She could feel his hardness against her bare rump through his pants. She never wore underwear because she loved to yiff him anywhere and any time she felt like it, especially in public places, the more public the better. They had never done it anywhere quite -this- public before though. She was nearly dripping merely contemplating it. "Let's do it," she huffed, already panting with need. She turned in his lap to face him, legs to either side of his waist, skirt splayed to hide his lap as she swiftly fumbled open his zipper. She felt his unsheathed meat slap against her wet slit and gave a soft moan of need. A quick shift of her hips and he was inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, muzzle locking with his to muffle any sounds they might make. Slowly, her hips ground against his. His swollen knot crushed her clit as her inner walls milked him. As excited as she was, she didn't last long, crying out into his mouth as she drove herself down onto that bulbous ball of flesh, tying with him as they came together. Panting, she turned away from him awkwardly to face the cubs at play not ten yards from where they sat locked in the most intimate embrace.

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