Chapter 1
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Last night had been rather interesting for this Umbreon. He'd been in a bind, and had just been lucky enough to find a young, tight Vulpix girl wandering around all by her lonesome, and thus took advantage of such a fact. But the thing was, he'd only done it due to circumstance; normally he wasn't one to pin an innocent little girl down and just ravage her like that. He knew it would play on his conscience for a great deal of time until he felt like he'd taken a blow from karma somewhere down the line.
But it seemed this time Karma had decided to be prompt and, while perhaps not 'on time' this time, since he'd gotten off, it was certainly meting out swift justice. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the fact it felt like a Slugma had just decided to fall asleep on his back. It wasn't just hot, it was an almost scalding heat that had settled over his back. The moment he opened his eyes, he knew he was in deep...deep shit.
"You..." Came a voice in a deep growl of barely controlled rage from right behind his head. It was male. Crap. And his nose told him the species... "You raped my daughter!"
He was surprised the Ninetales hadn't just ripped into him while he slept and been done with it. But apparently the larger male wanted to make this Umbreon suffer for a great deal of time first. Syon wasn't about to deny it, so instead of saying 'no, she asked me to do it!' or something pointless like that, he just closed his eyes again, shivered once, then nodded.
This either came as a surprise to the fire fox, or he was fighting to keep himself controlled, since he paused for a moment before speaking again. "She was just a little girl...how could you?" That was probably a rhetorical question, but if it wasn't, Syon didn't really bother to answer him either way.
For a moment, he wondered if he could fight his way out of this...whatever it was, but the moment he shuffled, he heard a quick growl to his left, and guessed that the Vulpix had a mother as well, who was equally angry at the moment. So much for that idea.
"Look, I'm s--" A sharp cry of pain cut out any apology he was about to give, as dozens of white hot needles sank into the flesh of his tender neck. His whole body trembled while tears welled up in his eyes from shock more than anything, never having felt agony quite like this. He'd fought fire types, oh sure...but they'd never been quite that hot. His flesh was being seared almost as quickly as it was pierced, whole body quaking under just that simple bite.
But that was nothing compared to the pain of when he felt something even hotter than those fangs suddenly ram itself under his tail, somehow able to hilt in just one thrust. This time he didn't even make a sound, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened...but no sound came out. His tail hole was being burned, and badly, the raw pain of it was almost making him black out...but he held on, somehow. Not to mention the fact this was the largest Ninetales he'd possibly ever seen (or in this case, felt). The fact his rump was virgin as well was probably unknown to the fire fox, but wouldn't have changed anything; might've even made him be more violent, for that matter.
"Lets see how you like it." Came the voice flooded with anger and emotion. Syon could tell the Ninetales wasn't exactly liking doing this, but...he was probably too angry to let it get to him right now.
This wasn't a time for talking, apparently, as the large fox began moving rather quickly, his hips pulling back, only to slam forward into the Umbreon writhing in pain underneath him. Perhaps the father thought that Syon would be begging him to stop, spewing out apologies...but Syon knew he deserved it, and wept in relative silence as the revenge was served. Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold was a moron, this was very hot! Scalding even.
The poor Umbreon was helpless under the larger male above him, biting his lip just barely enough to keep himself from howling out every time the Ninetales hilted inside his burnt rump. He knew he'd be in pain for many days, weeks, after this...his whole body quaking as he was taken so very violently, being taught a lesson. And it would be one he wouldn't be soon forgetting.
Once more that ragged voice could be heard in his ear, a dangerous whisper almost tickling the almond shaped ear. "H-how do you like it you bastard? Not so fun huh?" he growled out, giving an extra firm thrust that made the Umbreon yowl in pain. "She was only twelve." The voice muttered beside his ear when those hips gave pause, pressing the knot threateningly against the smaller male's ravaged pucker.
This time, Syon couldn't help himself. "I'm s-sorry..." He managed to gasp out, whimpering and hanging his head. He was indeed sorry, heck, he would've been sorry without this even. But he didn't tell the Ninetales to stop, since he knew he wouldn't. So instead he just lay there and took it, the firefox pausing a moment to raise Syon's hips up from being in the mud to standing...though his front end remained pinned to the ground. Perversely, he thought this made it look like he had originally begged for the larger male to take him. An embarrassing thought.
He suddenly began hearing a voice in his head; it was soft, almost to the point of being inaudible, but he could still somehow register what it was saying. It made him feel horrible, the young Umbreon wilting under that degrading, niggling voice in the back of his conscious mind, somehow distracting him, at least partly, from the agony under his tail. It made him feel even more like he deserved this, more ashamed for what he'd done to that young, innocent Vulpix...possibly scaring her for life in a way that time just didn't heal...
By the time that little voice stopped, he had this blank look in his eyes, his mind receding back into the darkest parts of his subconscious. He hardly felt when a knot parted his sphincter, spreading him wide, then sinking inside of him to lock his hips between the powerful thighs of the larger male, didn't notice when the burning hot seed stained his walls...his mind was blank for the several hours that the male abused his body, while the female ripped his mind apart.
Only when they had both left, and he lay on the ground in, quite literally, a defeated heap, did he just notice that he was alone, and it was dark. Night had fallen while he lay in his self-deprecating stupor. Raising his head up, something told him to look to his left, so he did...and saw her. The Vulpix from last night stood before him. In his eyes, he saw fear, fear of him...of what he'd done to her. Those warm almond eyes were so filled with it that he couldn't look into them, his own startling blue eyes, once a brilliant sapphire, now a dulled blue-grey, turned downcast, and to the side.
His voice was raw from what had happened earlier, and it took him several tries before he managed to get out "I'm sorry." in a hushed whisper.
When next he worked up the courage to look back at where she stood...she wasn't there anymore. Only her parents were. Looking up at them both, his ears slowly pinned back, followed by his head laying on its side in the mud, which had once more become wet and...well, muddy. He felt absolutely horrible, and it wasn't just from the pain underneath his tail, nor the still raw bite mark on his scruff...not even the many claw marks he'd gotten from the rutting Ninetales. He just felt...horrible, at what he'd done.
Something was set in front of him, and he looked to see it was a Rawst berry. Reaching out to grasp it, he was a little surprised, and turned to look up at the family of fire types, murmuring a brief, "Thank you..." before scarfing it down quickly, almost being brought to tears once more at the relief it gave him. His body didn't hurt anymore, no more burns, scalded flesh, or burnt patches of fur. He was hole again...on the outside, anyway.
Suddenly, he felt like he didn't belong here, his paws moving on their own as he managed to struggle up to his paws, then make his way off in the opposite direction of the family. No, someone like him didn't belong with a happy family like that. Slowly though, he came to a stop, and turned around to look back at them, his eyes once more taking some of their former brightness. "Is...there anything I can do? Please..." He wanted this tightness in his chest to stop, he'd do anything...
The male exchanged a glance with his mate, nodded, then smiled briefly. "Yes, there are a few things..."Chapter End Notes:So yeah, as you can guess, there'll be something later...since I'm liking this. ^^;
Um...yeah...stay tuned? (But don't hold your breath. >.>
Last night had been rather interesting for this Umbreon. He'd been in a bind, and had just been lucky enough to find a young, tight Vulpix girl wandering around all by her lonesome, and thus took advantage of such a fact. But the thing was, he'd only done it due to circumstance; normally he wasn't one to pin an innocent little girl down and just ravage her like that. He knew it would play on his conscience for a great deal of time until he felt like he'd taken a blow from karma somewhere down the line.
But it seemed this time Karma had decided to be prompt and, while perhaps not 'on time' this time, since he'd gotten off, it was certainly meting out swift justice. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the fact it felt like a Slugma had just decided to fall asleep on his back. It wasn't just hot, it was an almost scalding heat that had settled over his back. The moment he opened his eyes, he knew he was in deep...deep shit.
"You..." Came a voice in a deep growl of barely controlled rage from right behind his head. It was male. Crap. And his nose told him the species... "You raped my daughter!"
He was surprised the Ninetales hadn't just ripped into him while he slept and been done with it. But apparently the larger male wanted to make this Umbreon suffer for a great deal of time first. Syon wasn't about to deny it, so instead of saying 'no, she asked me to do it!' or something pointless like that, he just closed his eyes again, shivered once, then nodded.
This either came as a surprise to the fire fox, or he was fighting to keep himself controlled, since he paused for a moment before speaking again. "She was just a little girl...how could you?" That was probably a rhetorical question, but if it wasn't, Syon didn't really bother to answer him either way.
For a moment, he wondered if he could fight his way out of this...whatever it was, but the moment he shuffled, he heard a quick growl to his left, and guessed that the Vulpix had a mother as well, who was equally angry at the moment. So much for that idea.
"Look, I'm s--" A sharp cry of pain cut out any apology he was about to give, as dozens of white hot needles sank into the flesh of his tender neck. His whole body trembled while tears welled up in his eyes from shock more than anything, never having felt agony quite like this. He'd fought fire types, oh sure...but they'd never been quite that hot. His flesh was being seared almost as quickly as it was pierced, whole body quaking under just that simple bite.
But that was nothing compared to the pain of when he felt something even hotter than those fangs suddenly ram itself under his tail, somehow able to hilt in just one thrust. This time he didn't even make a sound, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened...but no sound came out. His tail hole was being burned, and badly, the raw pain of it was almost making him black out...but he held on, somehow. Not to mention the fact this was the largest Ninetales he'd possibly ever seen (or in this case, felt). The fact his rump was virgin as well was probably unknown to the fire fox, but wouldn't have changed anything; might've even made him be more violent, for that matter.
"Lets see how you like it." Came the voice flooded with anger and emotion. Syon could tell the Ninetales wasn't exactly liking doing this, but...he was probably too angry to let it get to him right now.
This wasn't a time for talking, apparently, as the large fox began moving rather quickly, his hips pulling back, only to slam forward into the Umbreon writhing in pain underneath him. Perhaps the father thought that Syon would be begging him to stop, spewing out apologies...but Syon knew he deserved it, and wept in relative silence as the revenge was served. Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold was a moron, this was very hot! Scalding even.
The poor Umbreon was helpless under the larger male above him, biting his lip just barely enough to keep himself from howling out every time the Ninetales hilted inside his burnt rump. He knew he'd be in pain for many days, weeks, after this...his whole body quaking as he was taken so very violently, being taught a lesson. And it would be one he wouldn't be soon forgetting.
Once more that ragged voice could be heard in his ear, a dangerous whisper almost tickling the almond shaped ear. "H-how do you like it you bastard? Not so fun huh?" he growled out, giving an extra firm thrust that made the Umbreon yowl in pain. "She was only twelve." The voice muttered beside his ear when those hips gave pause, pressing the knot threateningly against the smaller male's ravaged pucker.
This time, Syon couldn't help himself. "I'm s-sorry..." He managed to gasp out, whimpering and hanging his head. He was indeed sorry, heck, he would've been sorry without this even. But he didn't tell the Ninetales to stop, since he knew he wouldn't. So instead he just lay there and took it, the firefox pausing a moment to raise Syon's hips up from being in the mud to standing...though his front end remained pinned to the ground. Perversely, he thought this made it look like he had originally begged for the larger male to take him. An embarrassing thought.
He suddenly began hearing a voice in his head; it was soft, almost to the point of being inaudible, but he could still somehow register what it was saying. It made him feel horrible, the young Umbreon wilting under that degrading, niggling voice in the back of his conscious mind, somehow distracting him, at least partly, from the agony under his tail. It made him feel even more like he deserved this, more ashamed for what he'd done to that young, innocent Vulpix...possibly scaring her for life in a way that time just didn't heal...
By the time that little voice stopped, he had this blank look in his eyes, his mind receding back into the darkest parts of his subconscious. He hardly felt when a knot parted his sphincter, spreading him wide, then sinking inside of him to lock his hips between the powerful thighs of the larger male, didn't notice when the burning hot seed stained his walls...his mind was blank for the several hours that the male abused his body, while the female ripped his mind apart.
Only when they had both left, and he lay on the ground in, quite literally, a defeated heap, did he just notice that he was alone, and it was dark. Night had fallen while he lay in his self-deprecating stupor. Raising his head up, something told him to look to his left, so he did...and saw her. The Vulpix from last night stood before him. In his eyes, he saw fear, fear of him...of what he'd done to her. Those warm almond eyes were so filled with it that he couldn't look into them, his own startling blue eyes, once a brilliant sapphire, now a dulled blue-grey, turned downcast, and to the side.
His voice was raw from what had happened earlier, and it took him several tries before he managed to get out "I'm sorry." in a hushed whisper.
When next he worked up the courage to look back at where she stood...she wasn't there anymore. Only her parents were. Looking up at them both, his ears slowly pinned back, followed by his head laying on its side in the mud, which had once more become wet and...well, muddy. He felt absolutely horrible, and it wasn't just from the pain underneath his tail, nor the still raw bite mark on his scruff...not even the many claw marks he'd gotten from the rutting Ninetales. He just felt...horrible, at what he'd done.
Something was set in front of him, and he looked to see it was a Rawst berry. Reaching out to grasp it, he was a little surprised, and turned to look up at the family of fire types, murmuring a brief, "Thank you..." before scarfing it down quickly, almost being brought to tears once more at the relief it gave him. His body didn't hurt anymore, no more burns, scalded flesh, or burnt patches of fur. He was hole again...on the outside, anyway.
Suddenly, he felt like he didn't belong here, his paws moving on their own as he managed to struggle up to his paws, then make his way off in the opposite direction of the family. No, someone like him didn't belong with a happy family like that. Slowly though, he came to a stop, and turned around to look back at them, his eyes once more taking some of their former brightness. "Is...there anything I can do? Please..." He wanted this tightness in his chest to stop, he'd do anything...
The male exchanged a glance with his mate, nodded, then smiled briefly. "Yes, there are a few things..."Chapter End Notes:So yeah, as you can guess, there'll be something later...since I'm liking this. ^^;
Um...yeah...stay tuned? (But don't hold your breath. >.>
Date:Oct 24 2013 Chapter:Chapter 1
I for one am highly hoping for more stories with these characters. I really enjoy reading about them and find your writing style most excellent.