{"sf1_id":88181,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Breaktime Shorts 7 and 8","author":"tobiasfoxx","words":1000,"posted_at":"2009-05-24T00:52:00.000Z","tags":["Cub","Death","Other/Herm","Rape","Torture"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/88181-breaktime-shorts-7-and-8","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/88181","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=88181\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Breaktime Shorts","content":"Author: Tobias Foxx  \nTitle: Breaktime Shorts 7  \nPart: BTS 07  \nSummary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.  \nKeywords: Furry, mM, rape, inc  \n  \n  \n10 min Leopard Incest Rape  \n  \n-------------------------------------------------  \nStories in this series are simple timed writing exercises.Â\u0026nbsp; As the series title suggests, they   \nare written during my breaks at work.Â\u0026nbsp; As such, most will be very short, rushed, and   \nlacking all but the most basic character building.Â\u0026nbsp; Essentially, they'll mostly be \"money   \nshot\" quickies.Â\u0026nbsp; I hope you enjoy them.  \n-------------------------------------------------  \n  \nFor all the yeas of torment, for all the beatings and abuse, for the rapes, for the broken   \nbones, for the mental scars, it was time for payback.Â\u0026nbsp; His father lay in a drunken stupor,   \ndraped over a chair, bound hand and paw to the chair legs.Â\u0026nbsp; The young leopard allowed   \nhimself a moment to savor the anticipation before kneeling behind his near-comatose   \nsire.Â\u0026nbsp; A paw stroked his erect member while an unlubed finger prodded the older male's   \ntailhole, testing its give.Â\u0026nbsp; It would not submit lightly.Â\u0026nbsp; With a feral grin, he rammed the   \nfinger home.Â\u0026nbsp; His father came to with a startled yowl, tailhole spasming around the   \nintruder within, attempting to force it out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"My turn, father,\" the young feline growled.Â\u0026nbsp; \"now you get to play pussy cat to my tom.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nI wonder if you'll like it as much.\"  \n  \nThe elder cat sputtered out threats, quickly silenced by a second finger joining the first.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nThe boy thrust in and out a few times, spreading around the blood seeping from his   \nfather's tight passage before pulling his fingers free.Â\u0026nbsp; He didn't want the bastard to loosen   \nup â€\"too- much after all.Â\u0026nbsp; Another string of threats turned to pleading when the teenaged   \nleopard lined himself up.Â\u0026nbsp; The bids for mercy fell on deaf ears.Â\u0026nbsp; A hiss of pleasure   \naccompanied a howl of pain.Â\u0026nbsp; He hilted himself in one thrust, driving deep into his   \nfather's bowels.Â\u0026nbsp; He pulled back slowly, feeling his barbs scrape intestine walls, scenting   \nthe blood that slicked his meat.Â\u0026nbsp; With feral vigor, he began to rape his sire for the first   \ntime of many to come.Â\u0026nbsp; Revenge was indeed sweet.  \n  \n  \nAuthor: Tobias Foxx  \nTitle: Breaktime Shorts 8  \nPart: BTS 08  \nSummary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.  \nKeywords: Furry, tort, death  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n20 min Torture Death  \n  \n-------------------------------------------------  \nStories in this series are simple timed writing exercises.Â\u0026nbsp; As the series title suggests, they   \nare written during my breaks at work.Â\u0026nbsp; As such, most will be very short, rushed, and   \nlacking all but the most basic character building.Â\u0026nbsp; Essentially, they'll mostly be \"money   \nshot\" quickies.Â\u0026nbsp; I hope you enjoy them.  \n-------------------------------------------------  \n  \nSuch pretty little things they are, so tender and soft.Â\u0026nbsp; Pure white fur coating plump little   \nbodies, wide pink ears, slender furless tails, demonic red eyes wide with terror.Â\u0026nbsp; Mice are   \nso adorable, especially when they're young, especially when they're screaming in agony   \nand covered in their own blood.Â\u0026nbsp; There is an old myth that states we mustelids subsist on   \na steady diet of blood, like vampires.Â\u0026nbsp; It isn't their blood, though, that sustains me   \nthrough the wee hours when I am alone with the voices, no.Â\u0026nbsp; It is their delicious, shrill   \nsqueals of agony that weave me a lullaby to block out driving accusations and rock me   \noff to nightmare land.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I don't sleep much.Â\u0026nbsp; I should sleep more.Â\u0026nbsp; Perhaps I'll keep one alive for a while, my own   \npersonal living teddy bear.  \n  \nI wish this one would stop squirming so much, it's so hard to hold onto him when he   \nsquirms, and like magic he stops just long enough for me to strap him down properly.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nHis tail is kinked, I notice.Â\u0026nbsp; How peculiar.Â\u0026nbsp; How did that happen?Â\u0026nbsp; Was it always like   \nthat?Â\u0026nbsp; He screams when I try to straighten it.  \n  \nHush little baby, don't say a word...  \n  \nThey haven't spoken in a week anyways.Â\u0026nbsp; Stopped when they realized I was a true   \npredator, a bandit in the night, plain as the mask emblazoned across my face, should have   \nfigured it out a lot sooner.Â\u0026nbsp; I steal their love, their hope, their dreams, their future, their   \nlives, and little bits of flesh to remember them by.Â\u0026nbsp; Speaking of flesh...  \n  \nHe squeaks cutely when I squeeze his naughty parts.Â\u0026nbsp; Such naughty, naughty parts.Â\u0026nbsp; His   \neyes, those ruby red eyes, are nearly bulging from his head, and I feel a strange popping   \nsensation against my palm, twice in quick succession. W hat was that?Â\u0026nbsp; Why is his   \nballsack all mushy now?Â\u0026nbsp; I prod it in consternation.Â\u0026nbsp; Where are the little peanuts I was   \ngoing to so enjoy playing with?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;He's sobbing, tears running rivers down his cheeks.Â\u0026nbsp; I cradle his head to my bossom.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nHush, baby, hush, Mommy will make it all better...  \n  \nThe knife comes out, glittering and sharp, the same one my father used to teach me my   \nlessons.Â\u0026nbsp; Such hard lessons, such a slow learner, such a stupid useless CUNT.Â\u0026nbsp; Oh Daddy,   \nit hurts!Â\u0026nbsp; Does it hurt now?Â\u0026nbsp; Does it?!?Â\u0026nbsp; Stop lying, you worthless CUNT!Â\u0026nbsp; How can it   \nhurt when its not attached?!?Â\u0026nbsp; There, does that hurt more?Â\u0026nbsp; Can you feel THAT?!?  \n  \nA hand drifts down to the space between my legs.Â\u0026nbsp; Naughty hand.Â\u0026nbsp; Naughty space.Â\u0026nbsp; Little   \ngirls shouldn't touch themselves.Â\u0026nbsp; Little girls who touch themselves must be FUCKING,   \nand little girls who are FUCKINGÂ\u0026nbsp; must be PUNISHED.Â\u0026nbsp; Oh please Daddy, don't touch   \nme there, don't hurt me there, please, I promise I won't do it again, I promise.Â\u0026nbsp; Oh, no,   \nyou won't do it again, I'll make sure of it.Â\u0026nbsp; I'll make sure you never touch your slutty   \nlittle FUCKHOLE again and neither will any of the boys you've been FUCKING either.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Why is mousey bleeding so much?Â\u0026nbsp; Wasn't mousey a boy?Â\u0026nbsp; Whey then does he have a   \ngaping, naughty FUCKHOLE between his legs?Â\u0026nbsp; Oh poor mousey, did Daddy hurt you   \ntoo?Â\u0026nbsp; Shh...Â\u0026nbsp; Shh...Â\u0026nbsp; I'll make it go away...  \n  \nI hug my new teddy tight and cry.Â\u0026nbsp; Poor little mousey, no Daddy can't hurt you ever   \nagain.Â\u0026nbsp; Please keep me safe, teddy, please...  \n  \n\n"}