Halloween: Sweet Sin
Since I'm running the TF1000 contest, I don't get to make my own entry . . . but if I had to write my own 1000 word TF story, this is what it would look like.
A demon finds a fox and changes him into a more useful rubbery plaything.
Also, for those of you who want to participate in TF1000, you still have all the way until Halloween! We've had a lot of great submissions so far, and I hope to see even more!
Disclaimer - Don't read: weird porn.
Halloween: Sweet Sin
Most of them don't notice my large furry bulk, my hooves clacking against the cement as I survey the scene, carrying my already heavy leather sack over one shoulder. I require those who have indulged in sin, whose senses are open on this unhallowed evening to be aware of my presence . . . Bearing my heavy fangs in a grin, I spot my next target: a grown red fox, clad in cardboard boxes as a haphazard robot.
As he walks along the dark street, I can see where his vulpine senses are focused. He tosses a triangular confection in his mouth: orange white and brown. His teeth chew down on the soft cone, and his long pink tongue drenches itself in the saccharine mess as he licks his lips almost lewdly, tail swishing happily. He's so focused on the rush of sticky flavor that he isn't aware of me until he bumps bodily into my brown-furred hulking form.
"Greetings, mortal." I boom. His eyes widen as he looks up to see my curling horns and slitted pupils. His whiskers are already twitching, nose huffing in a deep heady new treat in the air: my scent. "You focus so much on flavor . . ." His pink tongue licks out over his lips instinctually. "There is something else you crave, yes?" I reach out with my wide paw, tugging off the box around his head and pulling him against my bulging loincloth.
There's an ounce of resistance before he huffs in my corruption, eyes going half lidded as his sweet-coated tongue hangs out. I drop my sack to the ground and reach down, pulling up my tattered cloth to reveal my plump sheath and heavy brown-furred testes. Pulling his body close, I grind myself against his fluffy face. He can't help but to lean in, black nose huffing at the chiseled tip of my pulsing ebon shaft as it haltingly rises. "Don't you want a taste?" I whisper in his ear, my forked tongue playing over the thin fuzzy edge as it flicks back dazedly.
He reacts in the traditional vulpine fashion, whiskers twitching as he presses in to lap against my shaft. "Yesss." I stroke the silky fur on his auburn forehead. "Just revel in my flavor . . ." His coppery eyes go wide, ears folding back as he tastes the throbbing musk of my shaft, tongue drawn towards the rising tip as he licks up the growing bead of corruptive lust. He's losing himself already, all of his useless senses growing fainter as my taste and scent dominate his mind, body going slack as his entire reason for existing is now locked inside of his suckling jaws.
A rumble of pleasure builds in my chest, the delight of desecration growing as my shaft pulses longer until my sheath bulges, my heavy rounded knot pushing forwards into the night, bumping against his cold hungrily sniffing nose. I rub my heavy paws over his face as he desperately laps and suckles at my length, the tip of my shaft already grinding against the fleshy back of his throat. As my fingers squeeze, his flesh becomes more malleable, distending as his fur slicks down. Cardboard is falling off of him as his body seems to waste away, my paw around his shoulder holding his dwindling form up against my cock.
"There you go. You have no room for other, foolish desires . . ." His flesh has become rubbery and pliant under my paws, his jaws straining against my massive knot, teeth dimpling the glistening ebony surface before they too become soft and pliant, merely wobbling points of rubbery contact. "You exist only to serve: licking, sucking, feeling and tasting your master." A small needy whine escapes his lips as his paws leave the ground. The only thing left holding him up is my tensing paw around the back of his rubbery quivering head.
His form is dwindling, mass all drawn up, limbs pulled back as even his torso begins to contract towards his head, compressed into impossibly sensitive rubbery flesh whose only purpose is to squeeze and lick around my maleness lodged in his muzzle. As his features begin to smooth along his increasingly cylindrical body, all of the color drains from the front of his muzzle. I feel his lips tighten into a vaguely pursed hole as I watch his nose and the orange fur around it fade into squeaky bleached-bone white, completely homogenized as he wriggles against me. The middle band of his face-body turns fully orange, and the rest of his flesh rolls up into a thicker smooth dark brown rounded end, suction from his now-sealed insides wrenching around my flesh.
Only the faintest vulpine signs remain, wide monochrome unseeing eyes, a suggestion of a nose, and the insatiable desire for carnal action.
He's ready.
I grip around his body, squeezing in tight enough to feel my fingers against my taut cock as I lurch forwards with my hips. His ring-shaped lips strain for a moment against me before my knot rams past them, locking inside his maw-body as his entire form wrenches and squeezes uncontrollably. I howl as my balls clench and my hooves clack against the ground. My tainted seed splashes against his permanently ravenous insides, my cock straining against his myriad inner ridges and bumps as his fervent wriggling coaxes out every last mote of liquid corruption, swelling with my seed, sealing his fate forever.
I pull him off with a lewd squelch, and then rub his dripping entrance back under the base of my tail, letting him drink in my musk one last time before I reach down and open my bag, tossing him in and letting his quivering rubbery body bounce against the other corrupted gaudily colored twisted organs and orifices inside of it.
I heft it back on my shoulder. The night is still so young . . .