Arson's Master
(Some people have been asking me about who my trainer was, my teacher and master. I roleplay constantly in the extreme chat of this very sight, so i decided to write this up one day, please comment and rate, for if i get more feedback on my writing ill write more! Now just for a warning, this story contains a boy by the age of ten being raped by a human, isnt it awesome?! Enjoy....perverts =D)
Claws of black clinked against the cold steel of the rusted piping. It was night, the time for the young ones to flourish, the ones who had been rejected, hurt, abandoned. Through the dark the boy ran, agile as the wind itself, yet bolder than any adult could ever be. Arson was only ten, running through the alleyways of a run down farming community, he was a thief, something he hated about himself. If a cub was to live, he had to take from others, he was not strong enough to survive without doing so. Every night, when the sun set he would take to the streets.
Shirtless the boy ran on, stalking his next target from above. Using his depth perception was key in this park of the 'hunt' as he liked to call it. Leap too soon, and you miss, leap too late and you fall in front and get pummeled. Arson was still stalking the male, who for some reason was walking alone at night. His boots thudded against the ground, his black trench coat flying behind him as he walked, hands pocketed ominously.
Arson was about to launch himself from the pipes, tackling and hopefully incapacitating the older male, but he came to a wall, his helpful pipe had run out. He took action and stepped back, running full tilt the boy climbed up the brick surface, claws digging into the red rock with determination. His shoulders hurt and so did his claws, but he would never eat if he didn't accomplish his thievery. His small paw clapped the top of the building, just barely the cub vaulted over the edge, landing with a thud on the concrete roof. He kept low, the moonlight surrounding him and leaving him exposed to onlookers. He was not in the sights of anyone, for no person was as good at running as he was, he was the only life form he knew that could escape the night guard with a single leap to a roof top, the only one who could slip through their fingers without the slightest hint of doing so. He was immortal, in his own way.
The black and orange arcanine crouched, looking over the other side of the building, his target was still walking, never faultering in his even steps. Arson sighed, he wore no shirt, it was getting cold outside, this brought food back into the boy's mind, his heavy fur hid the fatless body he owned beneath it's black and orange follicles. The cub was brought back to reality as the man's boots stepped in a puddle, both sounding off his location and showing he was still there. ".....the hells he going anyway?" the cub swore openly, you learned to get used to it in the town he resided in.
Tensing his lower body the boy would take a running leap forward, making the gap between roofs with little effort. The young arcanine wouldn't stop as he landed, he now sprinted. In the dark target's were lost easilly, too many nooks and turn offs to trick the mind. Arson was once more above his target, hopping up onto the gutters of the building Arson would wait until the man was out in the open, clear of any debris. Arson checked once, twice just to make sure there were no eyewitnesses. Rushing forward the cub leapt off the rooftops, his form crouching mid flight as he landed perfectly on his target's shoulders, sending the man sprawling forward and into the pavement. Arson pushed off at the last second, landing several feet away from the hopefully out cold.....human?
The cub smirked when the adult didn't move, he quietly cheered as he rushed over to the man, crouching by his side and seizing his trench coat. As he began looting the man he would notice the movement of his hooded head, slowly the male turned, bright orange and whiteless eyes looking directly at the cub. Arson's own eyes widened as the human's right arm slammed into his stomach, launching his light body back. Arson slid a good distance, his bare back and shoulders being cut up badly on the black pavement. Arson planted a paw upon the concrete, attempting to hoist himself up before his ears caught the horrifying sound of boots moving towards him. Arson looked back over his shoulder, the human had removed his head, black and orange hair the length of his neck rising up in long spikes above his head. A set of black goggles nestling tightly against the seemingly young adult.
"Little runt..." he'd spit, his lips curving downwards with a terrifying scowl. His right sleeve was pulled up, revealing a strange and almost disfigured arm wrapped in yards of white papyrus. The trench coat on the human fluttered as he suddenly rushed the recovering child, slamming his shoulder into Arson's chest with devastating power. Arson took flight from such a harsh hit, his body arcing through the midnight sky as he began to fall, slow at first then faster and faster. He waited for that horrible cracking sound that would be his skull, shattering to pieces upon the pavement, but it was worse. The human kicked the cub straight in the back, halting his downward momentum and nearly breaking his spine. Arson gasped, eyes tearing from the pain as the male shifted his hips, using his foot as a handle to slam the quivering adolescent into the hard concrete, steel toed boots pinning him by his neck. "Think you can steal from me?!" the adult snarled, lip twisted up in disgust as he pinned the boy with a single foot. "No sir! I didn't mean it!" Arson lied, whimpering under the strength of the man. "Like hell you didn't!" he roared, lifting his foot and attempting to curb stomp the poor child under his heavy shoes. Arson would have none of it, he dashed forward, utilizing his speed as he started to run, run with all his strength.
Arson could only whine as he saw the human suddenly just appear in front of him, he skidded to a halt and covered his face with his hands as his jaw was met with a viscious uppercut. Arson was once more hit up, his senses boggled from the beating he was taking, this time he did hit the ground, head first............
The young boy woke up with a jolt, instinctively slashing at the air in front of him, for that was all he could think of doing. Arson's ears folded back, where was he, a house? And in a bed too?! This was too good to be true, he lurched forward only to have horrid memories of last night's encounter flood through him as pain shot through his back causing the poor boy to fall back into the warm confines of his mattress. "Oh god...." he'd say to himself, looking up at the ceiling, eyes awestruck at his current situation. Before he even had time to gather his thoughts the black door to the master bedroom swung open, the human from last night entering once more. He was not wearing what he was before, he had abandoned both his boots and his trench coat, leaving his overly white chest exposed to the young boy. Over his blood orange eyes he had his goggles shielding his eyes, which he slowly pushed up onto his forehead. A look of authority came onto the male's face as he crossed his arms, his black cargo pants sagged just enough to show the rim of his also black boxers. "Hmph, and the rat awakens.." he'd hiss, degrading Arson with his mere presence. "Why'd you bring me here?" Arson said, his own bare chest heaving with fear as the human began to walk towards him, his chest rippled with lean muscles. "To show you what happens to thieves like yourself..." the human said, now at the foot of the bed his white finger tips slid down his abdomen, lower and lower until they snuck into the front of his jeans. The human almost laughed as he unbuttoned his pants, their fabric sagging down his waist in response. "Just close your eyes and it'll go much faster...." the adult said, a wicked smile on his face.
"Get away!" Arson shouted, picking up a pillow and hurling it at the human, as if it would harm him. The adult only swatted the furnishing aside, his black jeans falling to his ankles. Those bare and hairless thighs being exposed as the Adult now stood in his black, loose fitting boxers. "But before i start.....off with the shorts kid.." he commanded, crawling onto the the bed with a terrifying grin, his right arm was still wrapped tightly with that old egyptian parchment. "N....no.." Arson whined, his voice almost gone, young boys werent meant to experience so much fear in a single twelve hour period. He crawled backwards, away from the eager human. The adult scowled and lunged forward, his cold hands gripping Arson by the ankles and yanking him towards him, as Arson was brought between the orange and black haired human's legs he would plant both hands on either side of the adorable cub under him. His face so close to the young cub's face he could feel his breathe, from the smell and taste of the raunchy air the cub could tell the human smoked, or at least had recently fired a gun. "Please...stop.." Arson pleaded as he began to cry, the human ignored his please. Sliding his right hand down his young prisoners chest with a low chuckle. His hands gripping the poor boy's shorts, tearing them off his body like a hungry bear, the cub could not afford such things as boxers or underwear, he was left quivering, naked as the day he was born under a horny male. The human's greedy fingers tracing small circles on Arson's underaged thighs. The cub could no longer resist, his body couldn't take another beating. He knew what was coming, the horrible pain he would endure.
"Don't worry, it'll only hurt if i feel like it..." the male said, a sadistic smile crossing his face as he reached down, groping his own erection and pulling it through the hole of his jet black briefs. The human was easilly a good eleven inches, white and throbbing his cock prodded the poor male's ass cheeks. Quivering with fear Arson would hug his chest, his tail arching as he was turned over onto his belly, his firm rump stuck up into the air, the perfect breeding position for a young bitch like himself. "You learn fast..." his capturer would comment, admiring the cub as he arched his bushy tail over his back, revealing to his orange sun star eyes the tightest tail hole he'd ever laid eyes on. Unfortunately for the young arcanine, this human was about to lay something much larger than his eyes on his poor virgin hole. Mounting the cub with a wicked moan the human would thrust up and into the poor fire boy. His thick rod piercing through his virgin tail ring and burrowing deep into his tight tunnel. "AH!" Arson screamed, pain similiar to that of someone giving him an Indian Burn coursing through his most intimate areas, he only turned his head away, looking down at the bed sheets as the human began to breed him. Arching his back the adult would grin, his cock sinking to fully hilt the male under him, his short pubic hair nestling against his young furry rump. "Oh god....this won't take long...." he'd moan, pulling out to the point of being only half way out. Arson winced and relaxed a bit, his ears shot up out of surprise as the human speared him open yet again, shoving his throbbing breeding pole farther in than ever before. His round pink orbs slapped against the poor boy's mounds as he began raping the boy, his hips rocking the cub's body forward and back, pushing him down against the soft mattress below his naked body. His rod spurted several rounds of precum, a sign of just how much pleasure the human was experiencing as he claimed the tightest boy cunt he's ever caught. With several quick thrusts the human would stretch Arson's tail star to a terrible extent, thrusting faster and faster as he neared his glorious climax. "Fuck..." he'd whisper, his hips quickening and drilling his throbbing dick deeper and deeper, the dripping glans of the human ramming the underaged boy's prostate. All this sweaty action was proving too much for the human, his thrusts became even faster, breeding that poor boy's tail hole with all the strength he could, his cock quivered and suddenly spasmed. Long rivulets of white spunk fire deep into the male's bowels, sending the warmth spreading through his stomach and ass. Thrusting madly the human came harder and harder, his raging erection firing round after round of long ribbon-like cum streaks. Soon the human slowed, his hips slowing down as he finished, almost basking in the afterglow as he fell asleep upon the child below him. His cock buried deep into the young rump of the child below. "Your mine.....Arson..."