Blue
It's today, well of course it's today! But when exactly? Before I keep blabbing about unrelated things, it's good to note and keep in mind this story is of a boy--well a femboi to be less vague. I guess you can call him Devilot and he's pretty erotic, I'll give him that. He has the curves, the cute little butt every pedobear wants to see, and to top it off some pretty colorful fur. All the colors head to toe would add up to be: pink, baby blue, and lavender(or rather a light purple). 'Why is today so...blue?' Devilot asks himself. 'You heard me, today is a color! Okay?' If it weren't for Devilot being so hot, I doubt he'd get away with saying something like that. No one even cares what an ugly person says, everyone knows that. Devilot is the friendly, happy, care-free type of husky, the type that would scrub your toothbrush in a toilet so hard you wouldn't even understand. While he's sometimes mean and maybe even too happy, it's good to not overlook his sensitive side. Before I ruin everything about Devilot, let's get to the end of this story already.
'The rain seems blue. If I were to draw rain, It'd be blue of course.' Devilot says, anxiously waiting at the door. Devilot even though seemingly patient in public places, is very impatient at home. He frowns, 'What's taking him so long? He said he'd be here an hour ago.' Devilot continues pacing around his apartment, checking his cell phone for text messages. Opening a new message he received, 'Ice beam!' pops up. He frowns and sighs. Throwing the phone into the corner of the couch, in the corner of his eye the door opens. The cold silver blade cuts through Devilot's flesh, but not just before Devilot being slammed against the wall by a hooded villain, but not just before Devilot asking 'What took you so long? I've been waiting forever it feels.' 'Who are you!?' Devilot begs for his assailant to leave, only to hear the stranger to reply 'You're all mine right now, how does it feel?'.
Devilot bleeding every which way, leaves a trail of blood on the floor as he gets dragged across it. He feels his head and body actually being comforted by the plush feeling of the couch. 'You aren't going anywhere' the stranger says, binding Devilot's paws and footpaws. One of Devilot's paws gets free! He reaches urgently on the other corner of the couch, squirming as much as he can. 'My phone!' he whines, reaching far out. But of course, to only fail. Devilot's captor throws the phone behind him, 'That was a pretty nice attempt you had going there pup, but I told you you're all mine. I'm not looking for a three-some, so you won't be needing this phone.' Devilot is once more bound, with his restraints being even tighter this time. Devilot's poor paws hurting now from the ropes being tied so tightly, 'He's too strong for me...'. Devilot is flipped over on his back now, the stranger uncovering his mask.
The masked stranger is to finally be realized. This strong headed and handsome aficionado husky is Nykita Vaskas. 'My very own mate is doing this to me?' Devilot is ultimately surprised, Nykita and Devilot have been dating for quite some time now, maybe he had some anterior motives that just now surfaced? Devilot by the second grows weaker and weaker as the blood drips out of his wound. Nykita gets on top of him, his knees resting on each side of Devilot. Blow after blow, Devilot takes a punch to his abdomen and chest. Each one feeling like it's knocking the air out of him. 'Mmh! Why are you!' Devilot is barely able to speak, a mix of being beaten and crying stops him. The beatings finally stopped, Devilot being sore as ever he turns over. From behind him, he feels his husky butt being pulled up, putting him in the notorious doggy style position. A sharp pain coming from his rear, his little husky hole being rammed by Nykita's throbbing cock. Devilot giving off a great big moan, followed by sighing. This husky is actually really big, I would have to say about 8 inches or so. He feels his wound leaking blood over his chest and dripping down onto the couch, his heart beating faster after taking every new inch. Devilot giving out what he can sum up says 'Please stop... it hurts.' Nykita is quiet, focusing only on fucking the tail hole in front of him. Each inch sliding in and out of Devilot. Nykita grabs Devilot's chest and pulls him up next to him, Devilot's back against his chest. Now with better leverage, Devilot moans even louder, feeling the giant husky cock pushing against his prostate.
After moments going by with this happening, his cock leaks precum everywhere while behind him Nykita breathes heavily. Once more Devilot feels a very sharp pain, a knife being stuck into his abdomen. The little breathe still left in Devilot, he smiles. Feeling so numb now from all the pain, Devilot actually smiles. He never really thought this would ever happen to him. Nykita gives a few more violent thrusts. Devilot can feel the warm cum spilling inside of him, filling his hole entirely. Nykita pulls out of him, also pulling the knife out of Devilot's stomach. Even more blood spilling out onto the couch now, Devilot feels so sleepy. 'You've been a good pup' is all that Nykita said, before leaving. Is Devilot just going to be alone now? So many thoughts running through his head, wondering if anyone would come to save him. What exactly is a dieing person supposed to feel? I can remember someone in one of my classes telling me something: blood before being exposed to oxygen is blue.