Driven
Aiden thinks he's out for another coastline cruise but finds nothing can be further from the truth when he meets a fictional creature set on utilizing the opportunity to get what he wants. Read now as Aiden comes to terms with his new life as a massive hybrid's plaything with every sticky detail!
So... SoFurry user kaatharsis contacted me with a couple of questions regarding why I write and what I like to write about, and if I take commissions. We exchanged a few messages and he had something he kinda' was wanting to have written, and a lot of what it included suited my own likes anyways so it seemed logical for me to take the story idea on for the pleasure of writing it.
Below is a first-person style story containing loads of CUM INFLATION and PAIN among many other things, which is the results of our collaboration, if a collaboration is what you'd call such a thing. I'll just assume so. x3 I do thank you kaatharsis so much, for piping up and contacting me like you did with all of your excellent ideas you were kind enough to share with me. I do VERY -much hope this story is anything like what you had in mind. ^^
IF YOU DON'T WANT BACKSTORY just search for "We returned to his camp" and off you go. :3 Enjoy!
PS: Please don't be too ruthless with your critiques please, I do try my best and just like to share the things I think about with you guys! ^_^
Oh... And _ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! _
It was a beautiful afternoon as my roadster rumbled along the coast line, I was headed down south from 'Frisco to meet with friends. We'd planned on making a weekend of cruising out to Catalina Island and the view was as memorable as always. I could see out onto the ocean for miles, looking at the various boats and the many birds that always circled them hoping for a meal. I drank idly at my iced coffee, glancing down idly at my phone before I withdrew a cigarette. It was a careless habit that my girlfriend had often given me flack for, but it was one I felt entitled to considering the amount of work I do. I was successful in life, driven, I was allowed my little vices.
The embers would glow and I could feel the dark smoke being drawn down into my lungs and I sighed as I exhaled with satisfaction, the stereo in the car playing Hotel California, and it sounded as care free as I'd felt in the moment. White fluffy clouds painted in thick blotches across the horizon, and it was just coming up on lunch so traffic was notably nice. I reached down for the stick shift and changed one gear higher, making the noise of the engine die down while I cruised along the two lane road and my eyes lingered a moment on the water while I smiled.
This was the life. I had what everyone wanted.
I was a ways from Monterey when it happened, and I'd checked my phone just moments ago to see I was an hour into my drive. I almost didn't even see what had happened, it all happened so quickly. PCH was known for being a potentially dangerous drive to those less experienced, but I by no means was in a lack of experience of any kind... But nothing could prepare me for what transpired.
It was a common problem along PCH being motorcyclists driving like they have a death wish.
When I'd seen the motorcyclist right in front of me, it only took a split second for me to realize what was happening. I'm sure he'd gotten impatient with the family van in front of him, and decided to whip around without taking into consideration the upcoming curve, and now that choice was my problem. It was my choice weather or not this motorcyclist lives or dies today. Shall I stay where I am and collide with him head on, or...
This complete stranger's life hangs in my hands.
I swerved to miss him, and my compact little roadster handled with great agility jerking hard to the right. But the guardrail meant to ensure my car had no chance of going over what was then a rather steep cliff, gave way to the weight of the impact. As the first few supports of the metal guardrail gave away, the guard rail folded back and acted like a ramp for the front of my car and in a split second I was weightless with nothing but that big beautiful blue sky in front of me. Time seemed to slow down while my seatbelt kept hold of me, the hair on my head lifting off of my scalp from the weightlessness of the jump and I just thought to myself, this could really be the end of me. I spent what felt like several minutes thinking about the ones I loved. The last thing I said to my girlfriend and the hope that she wouldn't think I did this on purpose... The shame this would probably bring on my family if they got the wrong impression. It was a broad mix of emotions as I contemplated my mortality on this earth. The view of the sky gave way to the water, then to the ground below while the engine weighted down the car and caused it to nose dive once gravity had taken hold. Glass was cascading everywhere as the car collided again with ground and the car started rolling violently. The airbag had deployed but it did nothing to keep my head from whipping from side to side as it rolled, crashing down again and again making it feel like an endless barrage of collisions.
By the time the car stopped, I could taste copper in my mouth and I knew I was in a bad state. I coughed, and red poured from my lips as I hung upside down in my seatbelt. All I could hear was the ringing in my ears from the crunching metal and the sounds of my own weeping from the pain I was in. I wasn't thinking clearly when I reached for my phone... Of course it wasn't sitting there as I sat upside down, but my thoughts were so mixed up. It was hard to breath, requiring more and more work and occasionally I'd cough up more blood, wiping it from my face so it didn't get in my eyes but requiring I see just how much there is of it. I unbuckle myself from the car and I collide with the ground below me and the tears are falling and I can't stop them. I just can't control myself. I can't move. It hurts too much to move and the thought of it even sends pain shooting up my spine and welling up behind my eyes contributing to the tears as they came streaming down. Blackness started to itch at my vision, clawing its way into view from the edges of my eyes and I squirmed idly trying to get out of the car but I just couldn't will myself to move my body. My head came down against the ground, what felt like rock, as the blackness crept in faster now until finally, there was nothing.
I startled myself awake with fear, almost screaming as my eyes open and my arms reach out to grasp at anything they can find before my eyes take in my surroundings. The night stars above me and a fire crackling next to me keeping me warm, and I felt so cold. I felt so very, very cold. I grip the heavy blanket on me, made of some feral pelt it feels like and the heavy warmth it gives is reassuring to me. I laid there a while, letting my brain take inventory of what I knew and what I didn't. What happened, what hadn't, where I was exactly. There wasn't much around, some leather satchels and other various tidbits. Some primitive metal cooking pots I'd guess one might see while camping. Had I been found by a camping family or something? Surely they'd not be so cruel as to leave me here to die alone, being eaten by the coyotes coming down hungry from the hills. The sound of the river nearby, at least, was soothing along with the fire as it crackled and it dawned on me that they couldn't have gone far if the fire was still going for me. "Hello?" I called out into the inky darkness of the night, glancing up and taking note of how alive the night sky looked. "Hello!?" I called louder, eyes squinting into the dark densely wooded area and I realize this couldn't have been a camping family, nor is this near where I'd crashed.
The sound of the river tapered off to silence and I look in its direction curiously, concerned now about what is happening and where I was. I hurt, but not like I had before I lost consciousness. This is more dull now, a very mild ache of soreness from what happened. And then I see it. Then I see the person, or thing that had saved me. Or perhaps held me captive... I suppose that'd be for the courts to decide while I'm in the moment, and I'm just trying to figure out what on earth my eyes are fixed on while he walks near me with enough weight to his body that it causes a mild thud I can feel from the earth below me. A monstrous creature walks into the light of the fire and I feel the fur along my spine stand with fear. It's some kind of mixed species creation, like I'd expect to find in a movie. It is part bull, part wolf, and all very much entirely male. He was massive, heavy thick pelt clinging tightly to his packed muscle which flexes and works to support him, and one couldn't pretend to ignore the impressive maleness hanging between his legs. A massive equine-like cock hangs heavily between his legs, still glistening from the piss he'd just finish taking and the faint stench of it hangs on the air in the moment, and below that obscene maleness is equally absurdly sized balls. Even on that massive frame they looked too big, and he grunts at me beckoning my eyes to look up at him. My eyes are wide and look fearful, curious, and confused. Where was I exactly? Why wasn't I taken to a hospital? What is going on? I had to be dreaming...
He sits nearby me, his scent even heavier on the air and the scent of his urine is overpowered by it. He takes something out of the fire, something he'd been cooking on a stick from the look of it and he shoves it in my direction bluntly. It looks like some kind of fish now that I'm seeing it close to my muzzle, and the idea of this burnt fish disgusts me even with my achingly empty stomach. I might come to regret that decision, but he doesn't care. He shoves it further in my direction, and I pass once more gently pushing it away from me. I look at him as he takes it back and growls in agitation at me, seeing more of him. A massive broad black wolf muzzle and horns jutting up from his head that made him look even more large and foreboding than he already looked. He eats ravenously, grunting into his foot as he ate until there's nothing left. I can't help but wonder where everyone is exactly. How far was I from where I'd crashed, and what was I even doing here. I started to get up to leave, my shirt was missing but I retained my undergarments at least. Bandages crudely wrapped around my abdomen and one of my legs, and I instinctively look at my watch. It indicates almost two weeks later. Almost two weeks.
Fear wells up in my gut, and the realization hits me that this person is holding me captive. He's well beyond four times my size and I know he can cause me serious harm, though he hadn't already which I naturally find curious. He moves a paw over, large lycan-like claws forcing me back down and I fight against him earning a vicious snarl from him. He wasn't amused by my not listening and I shout back at him "I have to go!?!" with anger in my voice while moving to stand, once more forced down to lay where I had been and anger wells up in me but I know I'm not going to win this fight. I lie down and decide I'll make my escape when he falls asleep. I close my eyes and in a matter of minutes I feel myself drift off to my dreams... Could this be a dream within a dream? Perhaps... I wake up late into the night to see him pacing. The Minotaur's cock jutted out obscenely from him, massive and thick with bulging veins running along its length that throbbed angrily. He was growling, angry, pent up maybe as pre dripped from the rare hybrid driven to breed during his rut. I could see a knot, partially flared and as desperate as the flare on his tip begging for attention. His cock was something out of fiction, bowing under it's own weight as he walked and strings of pre sloppily dripping from him. He looked at me, straight at me as if in deliberation over what to do to me and I pretend to be asleep to the best of my ability but the fear makes it hard to keep my breath steady and I panic.
In fear I shoot up and I run. I run as hard and fast as my legs can carry me and I just run on and on. The forest we're in is dense. Remarkably so. Thick trees make it impossible to see far in any direction, so I just keep running in one direction. My body aches so badly I can hear myself whimpering, and the alkaline builds up in my muscles from the extended exertion making it harder and harder to move until eventually I come crashing down on the mossy ground with nothing left to give. I pant there, gasping for air and without any kind of warning I feel his grip come around my midsection. It only takes him a slight effort of one arm to lift me, and he nearly rests me on his cock like a chair as he walks, easing a little of the work it took to carry me. It felt so stiff and hot between my thighs, keeping them spread wide around his girth and he's so close to me now I can't smell anything but his overpowering scent making it impossible think clearly.
He's angry now, I can tell. His grip is unforgivingly tight on me to make sure I can't get away and every breath he takes is laced with a gravely growl at me. Again and again his breath would exhale, and I finally realized he wasn't even panting when he caught me. He wasn't even trying, really. But at his height, my body completely off of the ground and unable to even reach the tops of his feet with my own, each stride counted as so very-many of my own.
We returned to his camp, his home or whatever it was and he drops me down to my feet and shoves me back against a large rock wall he'd set the camp up against. He's angry now and set on teaching me a lesson while he wraps one of those massive paws around the back of my head and draws my muzzle to his cock by force. The thick flare smearing pre against my face, his other hand coming down to pry my muzzle open and in just a moment he flexes and his cock is breaches my throat with force. He's taking up so much space that even when I try to bite it does nothing, and he's now limiting my breath to his whim. Tears come down my cheeks from the pain of the sudden harsh stretching he's giving me while my throat incessantly spasms down gagging on him with his shaft clearly visible down my throat. He draws back for a moment and as soon as he's free of my throat I'm coughing and gagging, spittle leaking sloppily from my lips as I'm gasping and then he plunges deep again. As deep as he can fit himself. It's early for him, his knots barely even visible but the sheer size of him in this early state after I'd made him run and lose part of his stiffness can still hurt me if he isn't careful but it's obvious he doesn't care. He's so deep in my throat I can feel his cock pulse as it works thick jets of pre straight into my stomach. I'm being filling me from the inside out by the hybrid, making me feel each bulge work up his shaft in the incessant squelching of his pre taking up more and more room in me while he withdraws and starts again but his patience quickly runs out. He can't get the depth he's wanting from my muzzle and goes looking for it elsewhere with my tears still running down my face as he lifts me. He pushes me face-first against the rock, one hand pushing my back to keep me pinned there with my legs off the ground, his other clawed hand ripping away at my remaining sense of decency.
He didn't care about my decency, or his decency, or the pain he'd surely been causing or would continue to cause for me. His eyes had grown so dilated with pent up need he'd likely been waiting ages for, and as his heavy bloated balls churned at the mere opportunity, he was damn well going to take it. He growled down into my ear as I felt him align himself with me, stroking his cock against my cleft and coating it in a healthy dose of that thick pre before he used his free paw to grip my tail harshly, lifting to expose my entrance to him fully and the sensation makes me tighten up as he thrusts against me. His cock bowing as it tries desperately to work into me with his hips flexing. His hand shifts from my back while he leans forward, moving to my shoulder to force me down and I spread my legs as some attempt to ease the damage he's about to do to me.
Then, with vicious force, I feel him breach my body and spear my insides. His body could be felt flexing against me, working to force himself deeper until he could gain the depth he was after and I feel him bottom out in me but he wouldn't be satisfied with the depth he'd received. He was only half way at best, and as he continued to throb with pleasure he had no intentions of relenting now. He keeps my tail in his grip and moves his hand up to my shoulder. Using both hands to force me down onto his flexing hips and that obscene tool and my hands are clawing at the wall in front of me. The pain is unbearable, making me see a burning white while he rearranges my insides to suit his demands. I'm scared of the damage he's doing to me, surely demanding far more than my body could ever be designed for. His shaft is felt dragging against my stomach making it bulge lewdly from his size and he forces his early knots into me.
I'm screaming in pain, mind numbing aching pain shooting up my back in electric sensations numbing my entire body and the force of what he's doing is making me throb. The sheer amount of attention my prostate feels makes my own cock leak against the wall but that's far outside of my thoughts at the time, the hybrid working himself deeper and deeper eventually realizing he can earn more depth by raking my walls with his cock to coax my silken passage open. He's so deep in me, so unbelievably deep my mind can't fathom it and he gains several more inches as he forces his knot to sink into me. Thrusting harshly and building a tempo his pre drips down my cleft and collects on the ground below us from the volume he's laced into my walls. His knot is felt flaring until he can't work it in and out of me anymore and he growls loudly into my ear while biting at my neck while he climaxes. His heat spreading inside me, so achingly deep while his flare spreads and I can feel him pushing it deeper. Breeding me. Making sure he can get exactly what he wants from me by leaving me laden with his offspring while he tugs at my flesh demanding my submission as his breeding stock but he's far from done. He's only just getting started.
He forces himself from me and starts again, as if he's not yet pleased with what he's already done. Thrusting once more as I feel him working himself even deeper still, prying my walls open by force so he can get another knot in me and that's when I realize what he's doing... He's still working me up for the real breeding to come.
Cum pours from my own arousal, I can't take what he's doing from me but he couldn't care less about my pleasure. This he's doing with purpose, this is his need to reproduce being sated in full and I can't deny him now while his cock lances my insides incessantly. Another knot starts working into me, so much more unforgiving than the last and now he's fully flared. The previous knot forcing itself in and out of me, his massive flare dragging against my bulging stomach making sure my insides keep everything besides the little bit dripping down my thighs from him while I thrash. I can't stand what he's doing to me, the pain is too much and I can feel the darkness creeping at the edges of my vision once more from the force of what he's doing. He sinks in further, the second knot forced into my depths and I'm seeing stars. He becomes more forceful as he climaxes again, this time much bigger than the last since he's finally gotten what he's really after. His balls pressed firmly between my thighs, keeping them spread around their girth and his cock spreads me further as it grows as stiff as metal inside me with his full satisfaction and then the heat spreads. His cock jerking as it pumps his balls contents into me, making them churn and bounce between my thighs from the work and each jerk of his cock I can feel sends more along that thick shaft into me. I can feel the entire process, I can feel him breeding me full of his potent seed and I cum again without any control and he just growls against my ear in pleasure feeling me tighten around him. He bites my shoulder, pulling, marking me as his toy and after his flow had slowed I feel him slowly force himself from me before starting yet again. I cry out in pain and as I do I can hear him give a gravelly quiet chuckle of amusement as darkness fades back in. He gives a sudden sharp thrust, forcing the full length of him back inside sends me plummeting into the darkness from which I'd only just been found.
I woke up to the sunrise, my eyes struggling to open and I feel my face. Matted fur somewhat dried of the pre and spittle that had dried there, and I feel my stomach as it ached painfully. My belly visibly swollen and full and I swear I can feel it slosh as I sat up... There's some weird part of me that is scared it might actually be his offspring... I sure as hell hope not. The hybrid was sitting next to me once more, cooking something again. Withdrawing it as I look at him, feeling entirely too much like how last night had started. I take what he offers, I feel so achingly full that the weight of myself presses down on my sheathed cock making it hang lewdly from its sheath but I'll do anything to get the taste of his fluids off of my tongue. I can't tell what kind of meat he's given me, it tasted kind of like chicken but I couldn't identify it and I safely assume I probably wouldn't want to.
Once he's finished eating he looks over at me and I can already see his cock jutting up from his pelvis lewdly, with those impressive balls already looking bloated and heavy. I shake my head at him in a muted no but he moves towards me anyways. "No!" I call out to him "No please...!" but I'm so weak from what has been going on, it's hard for me to fight him off and with my being so much smaller I have no chance anyways. He forces me onto my back while he pets my stomach, as if savoring what he's done to me and while he does so I feel his cock prod between my cheeks. He's towering over me and I can feel his cum dripping down my cleft as well as fresh pre while he forces himself back into me. Cum leaking from me as he thrusts his already stiff cock into my depths, and he pushes deeply. Regaining depth he'd already earned the night before, as if he's training my body for his pleasures and he keeps stroking my stomach even while his own cock bulges from it making me writhe. His hand moves over my stiffening cock curiously but he pays it no mind while he leans over me to get a better angle. His knot already forcing itself into me and the pain now is a dull ache after what he's already done. "Oh god no... Please? Please!?" I call out louder and louder as he works the second knot into me as well. He's being much quicker this time, utilizing his previous work and he's practically churning the cum he's already left in me while adding so much more pre to it and then, quickly and without much effort he climaxes once more. More and more it fills me, making me thrash as I'm made to lay there and just accept what he's doing before his hips start again. My mind is going numb, his full length working in and out of me while his balls are allowed to collide between my thighs on every thrust in and then he hilts himself once more and again I can feel his cock jerk and pump its contents into me. Time feels like it's being lost now, the sun looking like it's setting and my body so sore and weak it's hard for me to even move while his thrusting drones on. His climax ending and he withdraws starting over once more in spite of my tears.
"No!" I scream, sitting up abruptly. "Aiden!" I hear "Aiden! Aiden wake up!" I hear before my eyes slowly focus and I see the hospital room I'm sitting in. There are several people in the room with me, wearing white coats and talking among one another. A couple of nurses stand nearby and I suddenly feel embarrassed. "Where am I...!?" I call out almost angrily "Aiden... Please, calm down... You've been involved in an accident. Just relax, you're okay." I'm reassured by one of several nameless doctors standing near me. My brow is furrowed with an expression of absolute shock and fear "Where am I...? How long have I been here? What's going on?" I feel pain from all of my limbs, my body as a whole feels sore and I'm still awaiting answers.
"Aiden, please relax. You're at Salinas Valley Memorial. You've been involved in a motor vehicle accident." A doctor confirms "You've sustained quite a few injuries but you're going to be alright. We just need you to remain calm, and relax."
"Christ... Jesus Christ you just wouldn't believe the dream I had while I was out..." I confess with a soft laugh, trying to make light of everything I've endured.
"Well... That's something we need to discuss." I hear him answer, as I stroke a hand over my round stomach.
"Oh god" I answered.