That Fox Is Going To Get It
Commissioned by VeronicaFoxx, this story is basically just her fox and my character, Greta, messing about. They enjoy a lot of fun together, but also seriously get on one another's nerves...as you can see here.
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That Fox Is Going To Get It
For VeronicaFoxx
By Draconicon
"Veronica? Veronica! Get your fuzzy butt out here!"
"Just a second, getting the last of my things!"
The vixen's shout echoed across the parking lot, something that left the white wolf waiting for her more than a little annoyed. She looked down at her watch - the only thing beyond a pair of fishnet stockings that she bothered to put on, even out in public - and then sighed under her breath.
"Seriously? You're usually the one making me hurry up. What's going on?"
"Juuuuust getting something important."
"If it's that important, why did you - oh, fuck."
She barely saw the tip of the super soaker poke out the back door of the club/motel, and there was no time for her to avoid it. Something thick and slimy came shooting out of the tip, arcing through the air before splattering all over her chest and down her stomach. Her fur flattened immediately, and the smell...
"Oh, you little bitch...You did NOT spend all night just...you fucking did!"
"Hehehe, call it revenge for you marking me!"
The super soaker ducked back into the building, and Greta growled as she pulled her clit-chain off the ground and stomped towards the door. She could already smell the vixen's juices settling in on her fur, and the smell of sex was so strong that it burned out just about everything else in her vicinity. The girl had probably planned that, now that she thought about it; it would make tracking her much, much harder.
Normally, she was all for these games, but they had a schedule to keep. She had a show later that day further down the road, and she wanted to get there a few hours early. At first, she'd just wanted that for a nice, relaxed bit of fun, but after this...
"You better hope that I catch you fast, because if you make me wait to punish you tomorrow, there's going to be a ton of interest on that!"
"Promises, promises," the vixen's voice echoed out to her from the open door.
"Guarantees, girl. And if I have to look for - NNGH!"
She had barely taken a step through the door when a loud hum almost took her off her feet. The metal clit-chain yanked itself off to the side, nearly pulling her with it as if it was a leash as it was dragged towards some jury-rigged super-magnet. Her clit was yanked right out of her hood, and the mix of pain and pleasure left her knees knocking together.
The white wolf shivered, her nipples standing out, and she sucked air in a desperate attempt to get her breath back. The constant whirring of the magnet didn't help, either, sending a pleasurable buzz right down the chain. Slowly, she walked over to the spot on the wall where it collected, and felt around for the edges of the vibration. As soon as she had it, she punched through the cheap drywall, cutting the power.
The chain hit the ground again, slumping down as if sad, and she took a few deep breaths to calm down from the sudden lack of pleasure.
"Fuck...That is one inventive bitch..."
"You better run! I got you in my sights!"
Greta turned her head slowly, staring up into the catwalks that lined the backstage part of the club. The vixen was standing right up there, one foot on the railing, the other on a large stool. A leash hung down from a collar, the end tucked right into the little spade between the vixen's legs, probably to keep it from being caught on anything.
What was worse was that the super soaker had been replaced with a collection of water balloons, and the fluid inside...well, it didn't look like the vixen's juices. It was far too white for that.
"Veronica..."
"Bombs away!"
"You little shit!"
Greta dodged back and forth, leaping in a diagonal pattern and barely keeping ahead of the falling bombs of cum. Probably dog cum, considering all the howls from down the hall just last night. How the hell the little vixen had managed to do all this in one night...
Splash, splash, splash went the water balloons, leaving behind the powerful scent of horny dog in the carpet and along the walls. Greta ran full-tilt towards the far wall, kicking off the ground and then off the wall, managing to leap back and forth between a corner until she was on level with the catwalk. She leaped upwards, barely managing to scrape herself over the remaining distance, and landed on the railing.
Veronica whipped her head around, down to just one water balloon. Greta shifted her balance, holding the clit-chain in one hand, turning it this way and that, idly spinning it.
"You throw that, I swear to god, I'm going to make it so that you don't get anything in your spade for a month."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I'm going to make you watch another fan under my paws, and then another, and another, before you get a turn again."
"...Yeah?"
"Yeah." Greta smirked. "And you know what else?"
"What?"
"I'm going to get your spade pierced shut. I'll lock it down tight with a bunch of piercings ending in miniature super-magnets, holding a flat plate of metal right over you that you can never shift out of the way. All that buzzing, never letting loose, never getting off, never getting a knot until I say you can..."
The fox stared at her, then looked down at the balloon, and then back up again. Greta used every gap to take another few steps forward, still standing on the edge of the railing. Any jump would give her an opening, and the wolf hadn't missed the car battery and the little plastic shoes that the vixen had stashed by her end of the walkway. If she jumped down, she'd probably get her paws electrified.
Finally, Veronica grinned.
"Soooo worth it."
"Don't you -"
The vixen threw the balloon as if in slow motion. Greta stared at the oncoming projectile, and knew that there was no chance in hell that she was going to stop it. Not directly, at least. It came flying right at her, distending and then coming together again as all that pre-harvested dog cum bloated it out in so many different shapes. And then...
It hit her. Right on the nose.
It exploded, the overpowering smell of dog cum splashing all over her face. She was almost blinded in one eye, and only avoided it in the other because she closed it at the last second. Her ears twitched as Veronica laughed, and that was all she needed.
Kicking her clit chain, she sent it flying right at the source of the laughter. It clicked against Veronica's cheek, and she heard the vixen go down. Greta jumped forward, rubbing her face with one hand and stabilizing herself with the other as she landed on the catwalk. She stomped over, pressing one paw down hard on the vixen's throat.
"You...are...an asshole."
"Yep...and you love it..."
"Can't say that the smell isn't an improvement," Greta said, chuckling as she wiped her face. "But you're gonna pay for that."
"Heh, just for that? How bad, 'mistress?' GAH!"
The vixen yelped as the wolf pushed down harder, feeling the cords and muscles and bones sliding against each other under her toes. She chuckled, kneeling down so that her clit-chain dragged along the vixen's face.
"Very, very bad. I'm going to get that spade of yours pierced, alright, but you know what else I'm going to do? I'm going to get a capsaicin applicator. I'm going to make you kneel in front of that thing all the way to the next venue, and every time that we hit a bump, that thing is going to puff pure hot lightning all over your spade, and right over your clit. I'll make sure to hit every single bump on the way there.
"And when we get there, I'm not just going to do the usual show. I'm going to rent a Great Dane from the pound, and I'm going to tie you up under him. And I'm going to make sure that you're getting walked around with his knot pounding at you. He gets a condom, but that condom is going to be dipped in fiberglass."
The vixen's eyes went wide.
"Yeah. Think of how much that is gonna hurt, girl."
"...I'm really going to regret this, aren't I?"
"Heh, that's the point."
"Oh, not that. But what I'm about to do."
"About to -"
Veronica pointed up with one finger, and Greta looked a bit further ahead. Her eyes went wide.
Oh, she isn't...
Her clit chain had fallen just a bit further ahead, and the clamps attached to the car battery were held right over it. She whipped her head down, looking the vixen in the face, and saw the maniacal grin waiting for her.
"Have fun twitching!"
"You too!"
She barely managed to whip a length of the chain around the vixen before the clamps snapped down. They both fell down, spasming out on the catwalk, their limbs flopping about. For Greta, though, the pleasure came through the pain...at least, for a while.
Oh, she's gonna get it. She's gonna get iiiiiiiiiit!
The End