Breaktime Shorts 7 and 8
#4 of Breaktime Shorts
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 7
Part: BTS 07
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, mM, rape, inc
10 min Leopard 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.
For all the yeas of torment, for all the beatings and abuse, for the rapes, for the broken
bones, for the mental scars, it was time for payback. His father lay in a drunken stupor,
draped over a chair, bound hand and paw to the chair legs. The young leopard allowed
himself a moment to savor the anticipation before kneeling behind his near-comatose
sire. A paw stroked his erect member while an unlubed finger prodded the older male's
tailhole, testing its give. It would not submit lightly. With a feral grin, he rammed the
finger home. His father came to with a startled yowl, tailhole spasming around the
intruder within, attempting to force it out.
"My turn, father," the young feline growled. "now you get to play pussy cat to my tom.Â
I wonder if you'll like it as much."
The elder cat sputtered out threats, quickly silenced by a second finger joining the first.Â
The boy thrust in and out a few times, spreading around the blood seeping from his
father's tight passage before pulling his fingers free. He didn't want the bastard to loosen
up â€"too- much after all. Another string of threats turned to pleading when the teenaged
leopard lined himself up. The bids for mercy fell on deaf ears. A hiss of pleasure
accompanied a howl of pain. He hilted himself in one thrust, driving deep into his
father's bowels. He pulled back slowly, feeling his barbs scrape intestine walls, scenting
the blood that slicked his meat. With feral vigor, he began to rape his sire for the first
time of many to come. Revenge was indeed sweet.
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 8
Part: BTS 08
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, tort, death
20 min Torture Death
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.
Such pretty little things they are, so tender and soft. Pure white fur coating plump little
bodies, wide pink ears, slender furless tails, demonic red eyes wide with terror. Mice are
so adorable, especially when they're young, especially when they're screaming in agony
and covered in their own blood. There is an old myth that states we mustelids subsist on
a steady diet of blood, like vampires. It isn't their blood, though, that sustains me
through the wee hours when I am alone with the voices, no. It is their delicious, shrill
squeals of agony that weave me a lullaby to block out driving accusations and rock me
off to nightmare land.
I don't sleep much. I should sleep more. Perhaps I'll keep one alive for a while, my own
personal living teddy bear.
I wish this one would stop squirming so much, it's so hard to hold onto him when he
squirms, and like magic he stops just long enough for me to strap him down properly.Â
His tail is kinked, I notice. How peculiar. How did that happen? Was it always like
that? He screams when I try to straighten it.
Hush little baby, don't say a word...
They haven't spoken in a week anyways. Stopped when they realized I was a true
predator, a bandit in the night, plain as the mask emblazoned across my face, should have
figured it out a lot sooner. I steal their love, their hope, their dreams, their future, their
lives, and little bits of flesh to remember them by. Speaking of flesh...
He squeaks cutely when I squeeze his naughty parts. Such naughty, naughty parts. His
eyes, those ruby red eyes, are nearly bulging from his head, and I feel a strange popping
sensation against my palm, twice in quick succession. W hat was that? Why is his
ballsack all mushy now? I prod it in consternation. Where are the little peanuts I was
going to so enjoy playing with?
He's sobbing, tears running rivers down his cheeks. I cradle his head to my bossom.Â
Hush, baby, hush, Mommy will make it all better...
The knife comes out, glittering and sharp, the same one my father used to teach me my
lessons. Such hard lessons, such a slow learner, such a stupid useless CUNT. Oh Daddy,
it hurts! Does it hurt now? Does it?!? Stop lying, you worthless CUNT! How can it
hurt when its not attached?!? There, does that hurt more? Can you feel THAT?!?
A hand drifts down to the space between my legs. Naughty hand. Naughty space. Little
girls shouldn't touch themselves. Little girls who touch themselves must be FUCKING,
and little girls who are FUCKING must be PUNISHED. Oh please Daddy, don't touch
me there, don't hurt me there, please, I promise I won't do it again, I promise. Oh, no,
you won't do it again, I'll make sure of it. I'll make sure you never touch your slutty
little FUCKHOLE again and neither will any of the boys you've been FUCKING either.
Why is mousey bleeding so much? Wasn't mousey a boy? Whey then does he have a
gaping, naughty FUCKHOLE between his legs? Oh poor mousey, did Daddy hurt you
too? Shh... Shh... I'll make it go away...
I hug my new teddy tight and cry. Poor little mousey, no Daddy can't hurt you ever
again. Please keep me safe, teddy, please...