The darkest truth
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This story contains cub incest, among other things. See the keywords (I hope I
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Content:
The Darkest Truth.
A word of !!!WARNING!!!
Please read the description and keywords below.
Do so before reading.
You have been warned...
It was a warm summer morning. Feral birds twittered around a couple of lonely
trees and bushes at the side of the highway, where car after car went through
in an endless column. Dust and noise was competing with the sounds of machines
from a nearby construction site.
"New Aronlink Shopping Center! Coming soon! Shop, dine recreate and live on
five floors and over 300k square feet of business space. Dial 0900-Aronlink-7
for enquiries about rent and conditions."
That was said on the giant advertising sign facing the highway. More
construction went on at a newly built on and off ramp.
Behind it were half a dozen more trees that hadn't succumbed to the bulldozers
and concrete yet. It was all that was left of a considerable grove that had
been there twenty years before. Between it the light seemed dimmer, no birds
or animals were audible. A presence of darkness and fear lingered. But the
occasional spotter wouldn't have been able to see the source. And only one
skilled in the art and receptive to the spirit world could have listened to
the mournful communication between two invisible beings.
"... That explains ... Why nobody attempted to summon us this time around." a
female sounding ethereal voice spoke.
"I'd have really looked forward to the sacrifice. I have tried to call them.
Nobody answered. Maybe the tribe is no more!" a very similar male voice
answered.
"I figure so. They would have waged war on anyone destroying their ... Our
'sacred grove' ... It's a shame. I liked this place. And now look at this."
Sounds of a saw cutting and grinding through metal shrilled over from the
construction site and made the flock of birds rise from the bushes at the
highway. They flew away.
"They seem to build some sort of new temple. But I don't get this new religion
of them. They seem to worship naught but their own greed." Shiakci wondered.
Shiakea didn't respond for a while, then she said "I am sad and angry. We have
to punish them."
"Yes my sister. They need to be taught some respect. Let's vent our anger. Who
shall it be?"
Casually Shiakea shifted her presence towards the workers on the construction
site. One after another shivered and sweated without knowing the cause, as
Shiakea probed their beings for identity and motive. Eventually she found a
pattern, searched higher up, from the workers to the supervisors, from the
supervisors to the managers trailer. Finally a hippo morph in a blue suit
collapsed on his desk, panting heavily. His fingers were cramped white around
his laptop and sweat on his temples.
"Mr Orgon, are you OK?" his secretary, a sleek deer morph asked worriedly.
He took a while, catching his breath.
"Yes ... I think I'm alright. It's nothing, just a bit dizzy. Can you bring me
another coffee?"
"Of course Sir. Are you sure you're alright?"
The corpulent manager wiped his head with his sleeve, his breath calming. He
had no idea what had seized him. He felt like after a torture, as if he had
been interrogated not only about his live but also his motives, his secret
wishes, anything. Yet he knew he hadn't left his desk, aside from a weird
chill he felt normal. He nodded, then gladly accepted the hot cup.
Shiakea returned to her sibling.
"They are all clueless. They build it because it's their job to do building.
They don't know why. Their chief competed with others to get a contract, so
they all earn a living. Everything they do, eat or want, they need to pay for.
Everything is considered belonging to someone, some of them. Even this
ground."
"So they do slavery again, too?" Shiakci asked.
"Sort of. These workers, they are all free to go. But they are afraid to get
send away. They have no way to feed their families if they don't work for
someone. It's not the sort of slaves we know. I wonder though, why don't they
go elsewhere, where they can live on their own from the forest and the
rivers?"
Shiakci thought a bit.
"Maybe there is no such thing anymore. Maybe the entire world is now split
among them into tiny parcels and belongings. They did that before. Maybe
there's no free forest left?"
Shiakea sobbed at the thought of the wild and vast forest being all gone,
replaced by roads, shopping centers and construction sites. Her sadness
flooded through the remains of the grove, and even the rats fled from it and
raced over the open ground of the construction site.
Eventually her sadness flooded away, was replaced by anger, then by
determination. Together with her brother, her presence left the place, a place
that once had been a place of worship. Once the native fox tribe had
worshipped them as deities. But the tribe was gone, the holy grove was gone.
The two ancient spirits had returned to a world that had changed entirely.
A lion morph was driving the family van. Next to him was a proud vixen,
contemplating the weekly shopping trip.
"We didn't get bleach again. I need bleach to get the stains out of the
carpet, if they stay longer they won't get out anymore."
"I can't help it. That place is just badly stocked and expensive, but I can't
drive all the way to the city every week just for a bottle of something. Maybe
we can ask the neighbors later, maybe they have some spare." The lion
answered.
"The Mc Veils? They might. But then I'll have to listen to that annoying
woman tell me how bad her son behaves in college for two hours non stop
again."
The lion winced at the thought. "Ooh, yeah, I forgot about that. Hmm maybe
it's better to leave the stain then. I could drive by the hardware store when
I come home from work tomorrow, but I don't know whether they have one that
doesn't dissolve the entire carpet away."
"Yeah, that'd be nice, when would you be home then? ..."
On the back seat a little vixen yawned. She had been looking at the cars
passing outside. It was early afternoon in summer. And while she was glad
getting a lift home with her parents (or rather her mother and her stepfather,
as she obviously was pure bred fox) she felt bored. Her brother sat on the
other side of the bench, their school bags between them. He played some
violent game on a hand held game console, constantly beeping, playing music
jingles and making other sound effects that took his entire attention.
Melanie eventually turned towards her brother. "I'm bored. Can I have the
powersphere now?"
No reaction.
"Hey Marik. I'm talking to you!" she gently pushed his shoulder.
"What?" he answered annoyed at the disturbance.
"You had it the entire time, I want to play some, too." Melanie insisted.
"I just made it to 5th level. You can have it when I'm game over."
"You just were game over, I heard it."
"I had a continue left. It's not really game over when there are still
continues."
Melanie was about to reach for the powersphere, when her mother intervened: "I
told you not to fight in the back of the car. Give me that!" She grabbed the
computer from Marik's hands.
"Hey!" he protested, but the vixen mercilessly turned the device of and put it
in front of her on the dashboard.
"Ma please, we weren't fighting..." Melanie tried to intervene, but without
success.
"The noise is going on my nerves. You two can have it back when we are home.
Now behave yourselves, it's not far!"
"This is your fault!" Marik glared at his sister angrily. "Why do you always
have to act so childish."
Melanie didn't get to respond when their stepfather turned around. "Silence
now. I have to keep concentrated on the road. Or do you want us to have an
accident?"
Satisfied with having the issue settled, the parents turned back to their
discussion about food. None of them noticed that the children had suddenly
turned very pale and very silent.
In Melanie's mind however it was quite loud.
"Who are you? What are you doing to me?" the frightened girl asked the dark
presence that had suddenly invaded and taken control of her body from her,
facing her like in a dream. A forced dream. A nightmare in broad daylight.
The woman remotely looked like a fox, too, but at the same time had markings
very uncommon and alien. She looked young and at the same time very ancient.
"You are aware of me. That's quite surprising. You can call me Shiakea." The
woman smiled weirdly. Somehow Melanie had the impression she was attempting to
be nice to her, but really was very angry at someone or something.
"Please, leave me alone. Go away!" Melanie demanded.
The demon vixen looked at Melanie's dream self sadly. "I'm sorry, but that's
not going to happen. I hoped we could be friends?"
"I don't wanna be friends with you. You are scary!"
"Well, it's just an offer, it still stands." the spirit answered.
Then Melanie abruptly woke up, finding herself back in the car, slightly trembling.
Quickly she looked over at her brother and at the rear mirror. Her parents
hadn't noticed anything, but her brother seemed as pale and disoriented as she
was.
Finally at home they went to their rooms without many words. Their parents
blamed it on the fight they had and stayed clueless, but soon after they were
left alone, Marik went to his sisters room, knocking on the door. He was
holding the game computer his father had returned to him in his hand.
"Yeah, come in." Melanie told him.
Marik closed the door after stepping in.
"Dad returned the computer to me, I thought you wanted to play."
She nodded, he placed it on the desk. Then he stood there for a while, wanting
to ask something and not knowing whether he dared revealing his embarrassing
experience. Finally his sister spoke first.
"She came to you too? Earlier in the car?"
"She? ... No. It was a fox. He said we should call him 'Shiak-shi' or
something like that. I never had such a weird dream before. I... Remember
everything. I wanted to ask whether you saw that too." he looked to the
ground, embarrassed even to have revealed that to her.
"There was a scary vixen, Shiakea. She said we could be friends, but she
wouldn't go away."
The next moment a jolt run through the children, like a sudden electric shock.
Their face expression changed slightly. Melanie screamed, but only in her
mind, her body didn't respond to her anymore.
"I'm sorry, we need to borrow your bodies for a while." Melanie's body spoke,
with a chuckle, but she knew it was really Shiakea speaking. Marik realized
that when Shiakci answered through his mouth.
"Aaah. I haven't done that in such a long time. They are so young."
"Isn't it exciting?" Shiakea answered, placing a smile on Melanie's snout that
exposed her sharp little teeth. "Almost like in the old days."
"I wonder whether they are fertile yet, what do you think?" Shiakci said,
placing Marik's hand between his legs in an unbeseeming gesture.
Marik blushed in his mind, as he felt his own hand pushing against his
genital, felt the weird tingling he felt there since a couple of months. He
hadn't told anyone of this, how did these - demons - know of it?
Melanie watched it, and blushed invisibly, too. She didn't exactly know what
the other meant, but she did have an idea what this was about.
Sex in their society was something forbidden, only for the adults and
apparently very bad. Whenever the topic had come up in class it was combined
with threats and lawsuits and people getting sent away. Once a classmate had
kissed a girl from another class during recess, and was almost expelled for
it. She had talked to the other girl to ask what the big deal was, but the
young gazelle had no clue what the fuzz was either. Yet apparently her parents
had given her a long lecture and threatened to sue the school and the parents
of the poor boy or something.
Of course the biology book explained all about period and fertility and having
cubs. But that was something else than herself laying in bed, rubbing herself
against the bedsheets, until they got wet while she was having pleasant
exciting dreams.
Only now there was this spirit vixen that seemed to read her mind as soon as
she was remembering this. Melanie felt very ashamed as Shiakea suddenly
smiled.
"Oh yes, I think they are just ready. But completely unexperienced."
Shiakci spoke next, changing the topic, apparently addressing Melanie and
her brother, as he spoke with Marik's voice.
"We need you two. So I'm sorry if this is very scary at first, but there are
things we want to do that we need bodies."
"We don't have bodies of our own, we need to borrow yours. But we don't want
to be your enemies, I want us to be friends." Shiakea made Melanie speak.
Then the two foxes were suddenly back in control of themselves. Marik jerked
his hand up and closer to his face, flexing his fingers, then looked at his
sister, ashamed.
Melanie was close to tears and made a step towards her brother, hugging him,
slightly sobbing. "Marik, I don't want her to take my body. This is scary!"
Marik didn't know what to say. Yes it was scary not to be in control of
himself, but then again it wasn't that bad either. Weirdly he felt the
reaction Shiakci had started in his pants continue, his penis responding
throbbingly as his sister hugged him. He felt embarrassed, but at the same
time very excited. Worriedly he looked at her face. Had she noticed anything?
If she had she didn't show. He thought a bit about what the demon's had said.
"Shiakci, Shiakea! I don't want to be trapped in my own body. How long do you
need our bodies?" Marik asked loud.
Melanie looked at him, worried whether the demons would answer through her.
But they didn't. Instead she just herd Shiakea's voice in her mind.
"Don't worry Melanie. I won't take your body away from you, we are just
borrowing it for short times. Most things we need done maybe even you can do
for us. Then we wouldn't have to do this again at all, if you don't want it.
Are you going to help us?"
"Yes! Yes! We are going to help, just don't take our bodies please." Melanie
yelled, close to tears.
Marik looked at her worriedly, wondering whether their parents might have
heard her, and what they would think. But then he remembered having heard the
car drive away earlier and smiled. He had heard Shiakea's answer too, though
as if it was far away. It was weird to hear voices just in his head, he
thought. If he ever told anyone, or what the spirit foxes had done to them,
they'd probably send him to an asylum as crazy - or something.
Shiakea was speaking again, though only in their minds.
"I promise you. If you help us, I'll always ask for your permission when I take
your body and I'll give it back when you demand."
Melanie agreed now, nodding, tears on her eyes. Somehow glad the scary demons
were so considerate when they obviously could just force their way if they
wanted.
Marik approached her and hugged her, to comfort his sister, but also because
he wanted this weird warm feeling back. The feeling that spread excitingly
from his crotch when he did so. He blushed blood red, when he became aware of
the demon still present in his mind, aware of his feelings.
"Does your sister know how you feel there?" he heard his voice in his head.
"You might want to tell her, it's rude not to." Shiakci continued, chuckling.
"Melanie," he started, stumbling. "I... I don't know... He wants me to tell
you..."
Melanie had calmed down, and finally noticed the weird throbbing in her
brothers pants. Remembering what happened just minutes ago, she made the
connections.
"You mean regarding that?" She pointed at his crotch, which deepened his
embarrassment further. Marik turned half way away, so she couldn't see his
bulge.
"I do that too." she said.
"Really??" he asked unbelieving. "But you don't have a. ..."
"Penis? No. I don't. But if I rub myself it feels good too. I think they know
about that."
"Wow! So you had sex before?" Marik asked, his question now openly directed
not at Melanie, but at the two spirits.
The answer came clear in their heads. Shiakea's giggle easily
distinguishable from Shiakci's open laughter. It seemed to embarrass the
cubs even more, until Shiakea spoke.
"We are both thousands of years old. Of course we had, in a thousand worlds in
a thousand ways. Don't you want to learn about it? You are obviously old
enough."
Shiakci was finally done laughing. "Trust her, she's good at that."
Marik didn't fully understand what the demon meant. Instead Shiakea told
Melanie: "Go, hug him again. Tell him what you feel."
Marik at first turned away blushing, but then let it happen. It felt good
enough, his sisters head resting on his shoulder. He felt the bulge in his
pants throb, pressing gently against Melanie's crotch. Her breath was getting
faster as he grabbed her fur on her back and pushed gently.
"I can feel you pulsing down there. It feels, ... A bit ticklish, but also
warm, exciting."
"Have you seen his penis before?" Shiakea asked in her mind. They both watched
Melanie's memory of her sneaking in the bathroom, watching him pee. And of
course when they were smaller children, bathing together.
"So you haven't seen it erect before. Take his pants off!"
"What?" Melanie said loud.
Marik let go of her. "What's wrong?"
"She wants me to take your pants off."
"No, please..." Marik started, embarrassed, interrupted by Shiakci
though.
"Let her do it, she needs to see."
Marik hesitated for a second, but then gave up.
Melanie fumbled a bit with his button, the tension in his pants making it
difficult to take them of. His member was erect, red and pulsing, sticking
curiously out of his shaft and his undies. Melanie took a step back, watching
the throbbing thing. "Does it hurt?"
Marik stepped out of his pants, shaking his head. "No, it feels good."
"Touch it." Shiakea suggested to Melanie. "Find out how it feels."
Melanie hesitated a bit, waiting for Marik's approval. He nodded, bashing, she
gently took the tip between her furred paws. It was warm and smooth, a bit
sticky from moisture.
Marik gasped, taking a step back, grabbing himself with his own hand, starting
to stroke.
"That... Felt ...Nice!" he told her.
"Why don't you ask him whether he wants to see your's" Shiakea demanded from
Melanie.
The vixen nodded, then did as suggested.
"Whoa. I never dared to ask you that. You really gonna show me?" Marik asked
eagerly.
Melanie nodded blushing. In her mind she saw Shiakea smile, while she
unbuttoned her pants, then lowered them. It didn't reveal much but her
panties, which had an obvious wet spot at the bottom.
"Did you wet yourself?" Marik asked, looking at the spot. He knew she didn't.
His sensitive fox nose would have told him so, instead he smelled another,
sweet smell.
Melanie looked down on herself. "No, silly. I... It does that when I feel
good."
Shiakea confirmed that in an attempt to take away the awkwardness. "We girls
get moist when we get excited. Much like you boys grow long and hard."
Melanie's undies stuck a bit to her fur when she slid them down. Marik noticed
the hilarious pattern of yellow flowers on pink ground. Why were girls undies
always so childish colors?
Coming loose Melanie grimaced. She was all of a sudden so sensitive there.
Marik smelled the sweet wave of smell the young vixen emitted, looked at the
glistening moist and slightly swollen lips Melanie had there. Marik felt the
sudden feral urge to go closer, sniff it, lick it, but he didn't dare to do
that.
In his mind Shiakci snickered, making him feel embarrassed again. Why did this
have to be so awkward, he asked himself.
That was when Shiakea intervened. "Let me show you something. A little magic."
She spoke something, in an alien and weird language. The world around them went
dark. The room, desk, their clothing, was gone. But instead next to the two
naked foxes stood the two larger figures. The two spirits had made sure they
didn't appear much bigger than the cub's, to not appear too frightening this
time.
"Where are we?" Melanie asked.
"This place has many names. Spirit world, dream world, a place that is no
place in a time out of time. It's where spirits like us and mortals like you
can always meet if you know how to get here. It's a place of magic and
wonders. You can do anything here. Should we show you something?
The young ones nodded, uncertain.
Shiakci approached Marik. "Now pay attention carefully."
Marik watched suspiciously as Shiakci reached his paw to Marik's crotch and
took his balls into his hand. The next moment Shiakci pulled slightly, and to
Marik's surprise, held his ball sack and penis in his hands, detached, but
still throbbing and erect. Marik still felt it, felt Shiakci's touch on it.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Don't worry, you get it back at the end of the dream, just let me show you how
to use it.
Melanie watched the demon fox lower Marik's appendage between his own legs,
sticking it gently into his crotch. She suddenly couldn't tell anymore whether
the demon had had something there before or not. But now Marik's throbbing red
member curiously looked up from there. While Marik himself had just - nothing
there. No hole, just fur like if he was a plush puppy. She wondered how he'd
pee now. But her thoughts were interrupted by Shiakea.
"May I please, dear Melanie?"
Melanie was too surprised to stop Shiakea, as the demon vixen reached for her
chest, and took the slightly bulging breasts that she had just started to
develop, from her. She felt Shiakea's gentle touch on her sensitive skin, and
as with Marik, was left behind with flat and featureless fur. Melanie touched
her own breast. She felt the touch but it lacked the exciting extra
sensitivity she had recently developed there.
Much more she felt as Shiakea attached her breasts to her own chest. She could
have sworn that Shiakea had been equipped there before, but at the same time
couldn't say for sure. Now the demoness had Melanie's barely noticeable
bulges, tiny red nipples stood out curiously. Melanie hadn't realized they had
started to look like that. Curiously she reached out to touch her own breast
on Shiakea's chest. The demon vixen let it happen smiling. It were really
still hers, she felt the touch of her finger as if it were on her own.
But Shiakea wasn't done. With a smile on her lips, she reached down between
Melanie's legs. Marik felt his member throb harder as he watched, even though
his equipment was currently dislocated. He saw Melanie's reaction to the
gentle touch. Saw the demoness sleek finger embed itself a bit right between
Melanie's nether lips.
Then Shiakea just took what Melanie had away, there too only ordinary
furred skin was left behind.
A moment later, Melanie's virginhood glistened moist from Shiakea's crotch. At
the same time the two demons had changed in appearance, now looking very much
alike Melanie and Marik, no bigger or older. Only there face's betrayed them
as beings of old.
"Watch closely, little ones, this is how you use these." Shiakci told them,
and to Marik's surprise, knelt down and reached for Shiakea's hips.
He could smell the smell of Melanie's wetness strongly as the demon,
approached it with his snout, then gently, carefully started to lick it. The
very thing Marik had secretly wanted to do. He instinctively reached for his
crotch, but there was nothing there, only warm fur and the sense of something
missing. His member bulged tight from internal pressure but uncared for
between Shiakci's legs. It was near torture.
Melanie however gasped as she felt Shiakci's touch on her nethers, soon later
blissfully moaned and shuddered. She too tried to touch herself there, but she
too didn't have anything there that could be touched. Lucky for her Shiakea
did it for her, reaching for Melanie's breast and caressing it.
Melanie stood there for a second, then, seeing Marik's pleading looks,
approached him and took him in his arms while panting heavily.
"That's the spirit" Shiakci yelled out cheering.
"Now let's turn this around, shall we?"
Shiakea nodded, smiling, kneeling down as well, while Shiakci bent backwards,
the look of anticipation on his face.
Marik tensed, as he felt the touch of her furry paws on his meanwhile rock
hard little thing. A second later Shiakea gave it a gentle kiss with her
snout, then started playing her rough vixen tongue around his tip.
Marik shuddered and moaned, nearly screamed, hugging Melanie desperately. His
hips pressed into hers. It didn't feel like anything, but they still both
embraced the touch. It gave an illusion of control back to them.
"Please, give it back..." Melanie started, but Shiakea hushed her.
"Little one, there is one more thing we want to show you."
Eagerly Shiakci approached Shiakea closer, took his demon sister in his arms.
Shiakea leant backwards, placing herself on the floor. For a second Melanie
felt a cold shiver on her bottom. And then Shiakci crawled on top of her.
Melanie and Marik slid to the ground as well, still embracing each other. He
felt his tip touch Melanie's wetness ever so gently, felt Melanie's respond in
a slight tensing and a big look in her eyes.
"I think we should leave the rest to them" Shiakea suddenly told Shiakci
sternly. "We can enjoy it with them, while they find their own pleasure."
A second later they were gone. Melanie Marik blinked for a second, adjusting
to the sudden light. Then he realized that the tingling feeling remained, his
member, urging for release, gently touching Melanie's softness. Everything
back where it belonged aside from the fact that he was half laying on top of
her.
Melanie gasped, realizing their situation. On one side she felt angry that the
demons had tricked them again, obviously using her body. But on the other side
her feelings were real. She urged for more, the exciting tingling to continue.
Marik had retreated back, but then again he wanted more too, so he pushed his
hip unto Melanie's, feeling his tip slide over the slick folds of Melanie's
nethers. Melanie gasped audibly. Again Marik retreated, looking at her.
"No... Don't stop, please." she said, her chest heaving, bringing her small
erect nipples to his attention. Marik didn't know why that turned him on that
much. He had never looked at his sisters breasts like that. They were nothing
like the thick mammaries in the porn commercials on late night TV.
Shiakea and Shiakci enjoyed the fox couples feelings now without intervening.
They, too were urging for more, urging for release, but the delay the young
foxes enforced with their inexperience was a turn on on its own.
"Shall I ... stick it in?" Marik asked his sister, shyly?
Melanie shuddered, as she felt him press against her moist folds again.
Somehow it felt like the right thing. But then again they did have sex
education, she was worried about the dangers. Shiakea noticed her conflict.
"Don't worry, you are a fox. Nothing bad can happen if you are not in heat,
and your first heat is yet to come."
Relieved, Melanie nodded towards Marik, anticipating untold joys and
pleasures. It started promising as his tip pressed deep into her folds, and
she urged for him to slide deeply into her.
Then came a sudden, searing pain. Marik stopped shocked, as he heard Melanie's
sharp little cry. "I'm sorry, w. ... What happened?"
The moment he stopped pressing, her pain receded, slowly ebbing down. The warm
feeling and urge remained. Sobbing she answered.
"I don't know, something ripped. Don't stop, just go slow."
And slow he went, gently pushing his member into his sister. She shuddered,
and he felt her insides grab him, squeeze him, send a shudder through him,
too.
A while he just rested inside her, waited for the sensations to ebb. Then
Melanie shifted her hip, squeezing her clit against his hip bone. She felt him
shift inside her, move a tiny bit further, where his tip touched something deep
within her that was even more sensitive.
In an instinctive reaction he pulled himself out of her a bit, sending another
wave of pleasure through both of them. Soon he was humping her, both moaning
in new found pleasure.
It didn't take long until Marik suddenly tensed, clenched, trying to hold back
a release he hadn't expected. He thought he was peeing, but his clenching only
drove it on more forceful. And it felt so good. Melanie gasped, feeling him
tense, then she was overwhelmed by her own bodies reaction, sending a shudder
through her, rippling waves of joy as her hip's started to milk the juice out
of Marik, deep within her. Yet when she felt him spurt it still forced a
surprised yelp out of her.
When he came to his senses, Marik apologized profusely.
"I'm sorry, I ... I have no idea, I couldn't stop it."
Giggling answered him from the two demons.
Melanie looked at her embarrassed brother. It had felt nice.
"I think it's OK. Maybe you just did that 'ejaculention' thing they mentioned in
school, remember?"
Marik seemed to redden even more. "Really? Was that it?" He directed the
question more at the still present demons than at his sister.
"Yep. You can be a proud, you are now officially a fox." Shiakci answered him
laughing.
"Don't worry, it's harmless. But if you want you can wash each other, to get
it out of you. You both got a bit sticky, and that can be fun too." Shiakea
mentioned with the voice of a benevolent big sister. And indeed both Melanie
and Marik had their fur on their legs quite messed up, still flowing sticky
juices and a tiny amount of crusted blood glueing their fur together. Even the
floor had gotten something.
Melanie noticed. "Yuck. Does it always do that?"
"No, it usually only bleeds the first time, unless you play it rough. Some
like that." She answered with a wink at Shiakci. The cubs missed it.
"But there's always some stickiness. It falls of when it dries, but that can
get itchy. And the others notice the smell, so you better wash it before your
parents come home."
Both spirits were quite surprised when they saw the showers with running hot
water. "Haven't you ever seen a shower? Marik asked them." Everyone knew
showers. How could thousands of years old demons not know?
"I guess your 'civilisation' has its advantages for you. We plan to show you
something tonight when you are sleeping, it will explain everything." Shiakci
explained.
Marik hadn't ever enjoyed a shower so much as this one, as the foxes helped
clean each other, still aroused and tingling, and enjoying each others
touches. They somehow realized they wouldn't look at each other the same way
ever again, now that they had both witnessed these forbidden joys.
Because forbidden it must certainly be considering the fuzz everyone made
about these things. Wasn't it? Marik pondered.
Shiakea showed Melanie how to clean her inside out, adapting easily to the
possibilities a movable shower head on a hose provided. Melanie gasped,
squirming, trying hard to hold the water in place despite the tickling. Then
again it felt quite exciting, too, she had done that before, but she had never
held the shower head that close.
"Let it flow inside you and wash the juices out. Pull your belly in, yes like
that, feel the water inside you? ... Now squeeze it out."
Melanie shuddered again as she felt the warm water exit herself, while her
brother had gotten another hard on, watching her while waiting for the water.
When the parents returned, both their cubs had returned to their separate
rooms. And though the evening meal went a bit awkward, they just assumed
there had been another fight between them.
Going to bed early, each of them went in their own room. Yet that didn't
prevent Shiakea and her brother to speak to both of them. After relaying
Marik's words to Melanie and back a couple of times however Shiakea suggested
a more direct approach. Soon they found themselves in a dream scape again.
"I want you two to understand who we are and what this is all about, then you
can decide again whether you trust us." Shiakea explained.
"Let's see, where to begin..." after a few thoughts they found themselves
overviewing a vast valley with forest and march land. The land looked vaguely
familiar, but neither of the foxes recognized it at first.
"As we told you, we are old. We have been likely visiting a thousand worlds in
more than a thousand years. But yet I would call this place home. This is
where we came to be. We had once been foxes like you, the children of a
shaman."
In the distance they could see a thin trail of smoke coming from a fire
burning between a group of tribal tents.
"We got changed. One could say we died, but then again we didn't. It was
considered a wonder by your people, they worshipped us like gods and always
kept this place protected for us, even many generations later." Shiakci
explained.
Melanie could see a totem tree erected amidst the real trees. Many weird
things were placed there, among them skulls of animals, but some of them
certainly morphs.
"In return we helped them, guided them from time to time." Shiakci continued.
"We haven't been called in a long time, but we felt the urge to return to this
place a while ago. But when we arrived we saw this!"
The change was radical. It was the same valley, but the grove was gone except
a single short line of trees at its edge. A highway was crossing the valley,
and an industrial park made up most of it. Though the center of the former
grove was now the dominant construction site.
The image filled Marik and Melanie with the same anger and sadness the spirits
themselves felt.
"The tribe is no more, you two are the closest in kin we found! You are much
like us. You have the gift, though you are not schooled. You might in another
time have become shamans or maybe if fate felt like it, like us." Shiakci
explained.
"But the knowledge is lost among your kind. You all follow this new religion
of commerce, as it seems." Shiakci continued.
"We asked the workers at the construction site why they are destroying our
land. They weren't even aware that they are. So they are not at fault. The
tragic fate that has befallen this world is far bigger and beyond them."
Shiakea continued.
"We have seen things like that before. Beings of greed turning a world into an
abomination. It needs to be dealt with. Thing is, it's not a single one's
doing, it's all of you. It's your civilisation." Shiakci spoke.
"So we decided to give it a wakeup call. Something to make everyone stop and
halt, and wonder what's really important."
Marik didn't fully understand what the demons were going at, but he shared
the fury behind their motives now.
Melanie however got a glimpse of where this was going leading.
"Are you going to kill us?"
Shiakea looked at Melanie gravely.
"Originally you were going to die, yes." Shiakci said instead.
"We figured, its would be better for you to die young than live in this world
you do." Shiakea continued.
"No! Please! I don't want to die!" Marik yelled out. The demons ignored him
as his sister replied.
"But... But if we are the last of your tribe, you can't just kill us, can
you?"
"Dear, you two ARE special. We like you. And if you help us, if you do let us
do what we plan to, we will let you continue your live on this world if you
want."
"Or, when the time comes, you will be invited to come with us, leave those
bodies behind and see worlds you wouldn't have ever seen." Shiakci added.
The foxes looked scared.
"You don't have to decide now. We won't harm you. But it's fair that you
know." Shiakea told them.
"What are you going to do?" Marik finally asked.
"You are going to kill somebody, aren't you?" Melanie added.
Shiakea looked away.
"We haven't finally decided yet, but it seems that nowadays only death has the
meaning to make people stop and think." Shiakci said.
"Sleep now. Little ones, we will follow you around tomorrow and watch, then we
shall decide what to do."
The next morning when Marik's alarm clock sounded he had almost forgotten the
demons. Only when his sister looked into his eyes he remembered all of the
previous day and blushed. Then looked away and stared at his cereals.
He remembered a dream he had had later the night, and Melanie had been in it.
Now he wasn't sure if she had shared that dream or not. Then again, if she
had, why should he be embarrassed? He hadn't done anything she hadn't.
Looking up from his cereals he noticed that Melanie too was fiddling with her
mug of chocolate as if the old flower pattern suddenly held a weird
fascination. He suddenly smiled, feeling much more comfortable with this
situation. So yes, they had a little secret, but neither of them would be
able to tell anyone. Would they?
Their mother failed to notice the depth of the morning awkwardness. "Behave
yourself today. Then I'll drive you to school, I still need to get that bleach."
"Thanks mom!" they replied in unison.
Not using the school bus meant they had about half an hour more time before
having to leave. The drive was boring as usual, heavy traffic during morning
rush hour, as always. Marik idly let his eyes wonder over his sister's body,
remembering yesterdays events. And suddenly he felt a throbbing in his pants
again. He casually placed his hand on her leg.
Melanie was surprised by the sudden touch. She looked at his hand, placed
gently on her thigh. She felt his warmth through her pants. Looking at his
face she saw a face expression she took a moment to make sense of. Searing hot
came the memory of yesterday's feelings, but also a slight terror of being
discovered.
Shaking her head violently, she gestured at the rear mirror in the front of
the car. Marik understood and had just retreated his hand when surely their
mother glanced into it.
"You are behaving yourself back there, aren't you?"
"Yes mom!" Melanie answered immediately, then, as the praying eyes stopped
looking at the rear mirror, sent her brother a glance that implied a horrid
death sentence for being foolish.
'sorry' he formed with his lips. Melanie nodded, then looked away, casually
placing her hand on her chest, feeling her own touch, while an exciting
warmness spread through her body again. Silently she cursed her brother for
causing that now.
By the time they reached school, both foxes had relaxed again. It was loud,
lots of cars driving in the street to disembark children of all ages.
"You have about five minutes, better hurry." they were told before they hit
the car door shut, and their mother drove on to make room for other parents in
other cars.
On the way in they spotted a group of three wolves, a raven and a tigress
morph, all students from their class, making fun of a little fox who seemed in
his first year.
"This is our place during recess, you ain't allowed to be here, didn't you
know that?" said one of the wolves
"Yeah, you need to pay a fine for being here. What do you have in your lunch
box?" the raven asked, grabbing the box that was bound to the top of the
schoolbag the small one had on his back. Who kept their lunch box that open
anyway? It was as if to write 'Please steal me' on it.
"No! Give that back!"
The others laughed as the raven held the box up, slightly out of the foxes
reach. When the fox jumped, the raven flapped his winged arms, landing on the
wall they had been sitting on.
"Ooh. Look, buns. One for each of us." he started taking the contents out of the
lunch box.
"Give that back, I'll tell the teacher!" The small one threatened. That made
the second wolf stand up. He was broadly built, a year older and repeating
class.
"What did you say? Are you threatening to be a little betrayer? Don't you know
what happens to betrayers who run to the teachers, telling filthy lies about
your fellows?" He grabbed the small one at the collar and lifted him up a bit.
The fox choked, his legs kicking air. The others laughed loudly at the sight.
Maybe it was the fact that a kin fox was being threatened. Or the new found
manhood gave Marik courage, but he stepped up to his classmates.
"Let him go, Steve, you'll get in trouble."
Steve, the broad but not necessarily bright wolf scorned at Marik, obviously
surprised somebody dared to oppose him. But he let go of the small fox. The
cub took a sec, then stood up, tears of anger and hurt in his eyes. But his
crying didn't stop him from snatching his lunch box from the raven with at
least most of it still in it. Then he run away.
"What do YOU want?" Steve finally found his words. The raven cawed a nastier
remark, followed by the approving laughter of his mates.
"He Marik, wanna play hero? Didn't your stupid sister tell you that loosers
don't get to be heroes?"
"My sister isn't stupid, asshole!" he replied angrily.
"Ooooh!" said the tigress. "Marik's in love with his sister, Marik's in love
with his sister!" she started singing.
The bell saved him and prevented them from finding out how embarrassed that
comment had actually made him. Blushed red, he hurried towards class, trying
to avoid looking at Melanie, who run somewhere behind him.
Class was boring. Marik was sitting two rows behind his sister. Usually he
paid little attention to her during school, but today he couldn't avoid
watching her again and again. During first recess, she actually approached
him.
"Nice work with that little fox."
"Sorry." he answered. "They're probably just discussing about their
retaliation, I just hope they leave you out of it."
Melanie laughed. "Don't worry, I can watch my back."
But indeed the group of wolves and the raven were sitting together, talking in
hushed voices, snickering, and looking at the two foxes way too often to be a
coincidence. It was clear they planned something.
The next class was as boring as ever. Marik usually had no problems with math,
but the dislike between him and the teacher was mutual, which had its effect
on grades.
Of course he was called out that exact lecture, while he had paid more
attention to his sister as to what the teacher had said. Mr Smith, a once
black but now grey haired panther, had a tendency to spot and pick those who
didn't pay attention. When asked to draw a parable diagram to the board
according to a formula, he had no idea where to put it. Then promptly he put
it wrong. Which caused a lengthy lecture from the teacher about the problem at
hand as well as paying attention in general. Of course much to the amusement
of the class.
"Silence there! You are next. Steve! Come here."
Steve threw Marik a devastating look when he walked to the board, while the
fox sneaked back to his seat, his bushy tail between his legs. Fellow students
were snickering left and right.
Steve did worse, looked angry during the unavoidable lecture from the teacher
about having failed the class once already, and his glare at Marik was
outright live threatening.
Marik kept taking notes during the remainder, then, with the bell ringing, the
teacher left class.
Marik packed his stuff, then walked across, where Melanie was just doing the
same thing. They approached the door, but the path was blocked.
The familiar gang of five stood there, Steve at the front, anger in his face,
his wolfish fangs glared. The others grinning mischievously, wagging their
tails in excitement.
"You are not getting out of here." Steve simply stated.
Melanie spoke up first. "We have class in the second story now. Let us
through."
She stepped forward. Steve pushed her back rudely, almost making the young
vixen fall.
"Hey!" Marik yelled. Angry he stepped ahead, his fangs bared and paws fisted.
That was when Steve smiled evilly and pulled a knife out of his coat. Marik
went pale. He hadn't seen that one coming.
Somewhere in the class a girl watching them shrieked, some others started
yelling around. "Whoa! Look. Steve has a knife!" "Where did he get that from?"
"This time they're going to expel him."
Melanie looked at the knife in Steve's hand, then at Marik. Her brother had
halted his approach, but didn't back down either. Steve obviously waited for
him to do something, but when that didn't happen and Marik just stood there,
he launched forward. Marik backed away from the blade, dodging the brute blow,
but lost balance and stumbled backwards, his school bag pulling him down.
Steve's mates laughed meanly. That's when Melanie clearly heard Shiakea's
voice in her head.
"You need help. Do you want us to take control of your bodies and solve this?
We can beat them!"
Melanie didn't think long. She knew the demons wanted blood, but right now so
seemed her classmates. Melanie felt Shiakea take over her body, not with a
jolt this time, but gently, unresisted. But Shiakea didn't move into the fight
yet either. Instead she just waved her hand at the classroom door in some sort
of gesture. The door moved, swung shut, muffling the noises of students
outside.
"What the?..." one of the wolves was the only one who even noticed, everyone
else had his attention on Marik and Steve. Marik was scrambling to his feet,
looking at Steve angry.
"You can do this!" Shiakci spoke to him in his mind. "Stand steady, when you
see his knife coming, grab his wrist, then turn yourself away from him and pull
him. He will fall!"
Marik did an almost invisible nod. Determinedly his eyes rested on Steve's
knife. The brute didn't have the swiftest of motions, Marik saw his next
attack coming miles away. It was a straight thrust, roughly aimed at Marik's
throat. Marik bent sideways and tried to get a hold of Steve's hand. His left
paw went amiss, brushing the knife blade which sent a stinging pain through
him as it cut the back of his hand. But his right paw went true, grabbed
Steve's wrist, his little claws embedding into the wolf's skin. Marik
attempted to turn as Shiakci had suggested, but got his feet wrong. Steve
resisted the pull.
That moment Shiakci took over Marik's body. Marik felt almost glad, feeling
his control being taken away. He felt his body twist the other way very
quickly, the same time Steve tried to yank his knife back. Shiakci lifted
Steve's knife wielding arm, twisting his wrist, while kicking his heel hard
against the wolf's knee.
With a growl through bared teeth, Steve collapsed backwards at a weird angle,
twisting his legs. Somehow the knife ended up in Marik's hand, flashed in an
instant as it turned, then struck down.
Steve's eyes went big as he stared on the knife shaft in disbelief. It stuck
in his chest, near his collarbone, reaching downwards into him. He didn't even
feel any pain yet, though the handle twitched rhythmically. The wolf had
fallen on his own sprawled feet, landed with a cracking sound and couldn't get
up. Instead he tried the next stupid thing and pulled the knife out.
A gurgling scream escaped his throat as the knife came free. A fountain of
blood spurted out of his chest, despite his paws making a futile attempt to
stop it from flowing. He tried to say something but instead only a gurgle
escaped his mouth, blood appearing on his lips. For a couple of seconds he
sent his pleading look to Marik, while the spurt of blood visibly ebbed down
already.
Shiakci's glance back was merciless, close to a satisfied smirk. It widened
even more as Steve started to shudder, lifted his paw, in a last pleading
gesture, cramping. His vision starting to fail. Then the wolf collapsed
forward. Twitched once, twice, then relaxed. A puddle of blood emerging from
under him, soaking his fur. Marik felt a familiar throbbing in his pants at
that sight, even before he realized that he had just killed a fellow student.
No! He hadn't! Shiakci had! And he obviously felt aroused at it, too!
But the rest of the class didn't see that. They only saw Marik, who had picked
the bloody blade up from the floor. A few drops of blood dripping from a cut
on his left paw. A triumphant smile on his face. Approaching the group of four
that were between him and the door.
The tiger girl moved first. She was closest to the door. Frantically she
yanked the handle, but it didn't even move. Fearfully she turned towards
Melanie, somehow connecting two and two.
"You killed him!" Melanie yelled at the demons in her mind.
"We have to kill them all." Shiakea spoke back in her head only, while her
eyes went between the five remaining troublemakers as if looking for prey.
"Why?" Marik finally managed to ask Shiakci.
"Because they started first. They gave us a reason. And we know now what we
have to do."
Meanwhile the remaining two of the wolves had started trying to open the door,
too. Neither of them could do as much as press the handle down. It was as if
it had been welded shut.
Shiakea told Melanie. "There will be no pain. Nothing we do will hurt anyone.
It's a spell. Did you feel the slight turn on when that Steve died? Everyone in
this room felt it. They will feel it more and more, until they'll beg for it."
Shiakci made a two quick steps forward, as if approaching one of the wolves,
but then suddenly turned to his side. The other wolf had tried to sneak out of
Marik's sight along the wall. Now he had nowhere to go. Marik's knife slashed
across his exposed belly, from the lower right up to his left shoulder. It
left a red mark. The next moment Shiakci had already jumped back to where he
had been.
The wolf boy looked down on himself in a similar expression of surprise. This
time, everyone watching him felt the demonic effect, turned on stronger than
the first time. The wolfs belly gaped open, revealing his slimy bowels. With a
wet sound the wolves contents bulged out of him, oozed, then toppled over as
gravity sucked them out. He was still standing, breathless. On staggering legs
and eyes wide in disbelief, as his entrails piled up on the floor before him.
Melanie felt much stronger what everyone else felt. A warmness between her
legs that urged for more, started to make her high with endorphins. But
Shiakea was in control of her body, and for the moment that was good.
The tigress somehow decided that Melanie was to blame. The girl was maybe a
year older than the vixen, maybe just developed early. But she had noticeable
breasts that she covered with a thin shirt. She came for her with bared teeth
and a growl, the last few feet she pounced, claws extracted.
Shiakea had no problems anticipating her, and dodged the main impact. A moment
later the tigress crashed to the floor, and Melanie was on top of her in an
instant, pinning the tigress to the floor.
Crying angrily, the tiger girl tried to get free, but Shiakea had both her
hands fixed to the classrooms linoleum floor.
Then Shiakea darted Melanie's head down and bit the tigers throat. Mel felt
her victims pulse, felt her sharp teeth pierce through the girls skin and cut
through her neck. A suppressed, gurgled meow escaped her. Melanie was very
aware how her legs spread the tigers, so she wouldn't get any leverage. It
brought her hip down on her victim's, her flat breasts touching the tigers
considerably more developed. She felt the tigers heart beat wildly, her breasts
heave with her breathing that became more and more constricted.
Then the tigers blood started gushing into Melanie's mouth and she needed to
swallow.
Marik was still facing two of his opponents. Cornered, and witnessing the
death of their comrade, the last wolf boy and the raven went defensive, the
wolf out of fear for his live, the raven to gain time.
"Marik, please, we didn't do anything." the wolf started sobbing.
"If you attack us now, you won't get away with it." The raven told him in a
threatening manner. "They will kill you for what you did!"
Shiakci dropped the knife, and made a step towards the raven. The other wolf
hesitated a split second, then started running to the back of the classroom,
where about ten pupils were standing, gaping with very varying face
expressions, ranging from horror to a strange fascination. Shiakea's spell did
its work.
The raven had no way out, but since Marik had no more knife he decided to
negotiate.
"I'll tell them that it was Steve's fault. That it was an accident!"
Next to them the disemboweled wolf fell to his knees. He was still alive, but
couldn't make a sound. His fangs wide in a futile gasp for air. His gaping belly was
so empty, one could see its back wall and his spine, blood spurted out from
his chest. But his face expression changed from horror to longing, his pants
bulging. The wolf squeezed his paw against his crotch, rubbing, shuddering,
then suddenly tensed.
The class watched open mouthed as a wave of pleasure went through each of
them, then the wolf boy collapsed forward over the pile of his own innards.
"Come closer!" Shiakci demanded from the raven boy with Marik's voice.
Marik was more affected by the demon's spell than anyone else. He forgot the
horror of having killed by the increasing pressure in his pants. But he
couldn't do anything to relief himself, except watch what Shiakci did with him.
As the raven complied, Marik grabbed the bird by his wing arm and turned it
around. The raven was forced into a turn, cawing a complaint, until he stood
on shaking legs in front of Marik, but couldn't get away. They were now both
facing the class.
The raven had no clothing, being completely covered by black feathers they
weren't necessary for modesty and would have only hindered his flight.
Shiakci reached around his victim, grabbed a couple of feathers from the
raven's chest and forcefully ripped them out.
The raven screamed in protest, expecting major pain. Much to his surprise
there was none, just a tugging that even tickled him slightly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, whimpering. Shiakci just yanked out a second
hand full of black feathers, that tumbled in the air in front of them. A few
droplets of blood coming out with them.
Behind them sounded a gurgling sound.
Melanie was still laying on top of the tigress, her jaws locked into her
victims neck. She felt the tiger girls struggle weaken, from blood loss, but
also because she barely cared anymore. The girl would have moaned in pleasure,
rubbing her hip and breasts against the vixen that forcefully held her down.
But with her constricted throat, a gurgle was all that could escape her. Then
she arched, shuddering, wave after wave of her climax washing through her and
out with the demon's spell, through everyone in the classroom.
Then she relaxed, exhausted, happy, her limps tingling from blood loss and her
vision going blank.
Melanie felt the tiger girl's heart stop beating, the blood stopping to spurt
into her mouth. The tigress twitched another time, then finally laid relaxed.
Her face expression still smiling happily from afterglow, but her gaze broken.
Melanie felt the wetness between her legs. She herself had came when the tigress
died, pleasantly warm waves of afterglow washing through her. Shiakea kept
laying on top of the tigress for a bit more, enjoying the feeling while
watching her brother.
The raven gasped, started moaning, squirming in Shiakci's hold as he was
plucked in front of the remaining class. The more feathers he was loosing, the
more bare and geese bump covered skin was visible, the more the process seemed
to turn the bird on. Shiakci made it worse by plucking the feathers from his
belly, then from his crotch. A small red tip appeared there, throbbing
curiously.
Some of the older or more mature and experienced students had started to
masturbate at the sight, having their paws in their pants, or even did it
openly. The reaction of the girls was varying, some touching or rubbing
themselves, or humping the chairs they had been sitting on. Especially the
younger ones had never had such feelings before and had no idea how to cope. A
small opossum girl was on the floor, gasping, her pants dripping wet, while
she was biting her own arms, leaving red outlined bite marks.
Shiakci smiled at the sight. Marik found his turn on even increase at the
sight, his member squeezing throbbingly against the ravens back, when Shiakci
asked him for the girls name.
"She's called Amie. What are you going to do to her?" he spoke in his mind.
"I'm not going to harm her, I'll just ask her to punish our friend here."
Shiakci answered silently with a very evil smile.
"Amie!" he spoke loud.
The little opossum stopped and looked up. She looked guilty and scared.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you, can you do me a favor?"
The girl nodded.
"Somewhere behind me is Steve's knife. Can you get it for me?"
The girl nodded again, then hesitantly got up and started walking. She was
obviously embarrassed by her wet pants, walking as if she had peed herself.
Though it didn't smell like pee. Unlike the puddle behind the dead tiger girl
that had formed after her body had relaxed.
Shiakea was slowly getting up. Melanie meanwhile had come back to her senses
bit.
"What are you doing! You killed her! I don't want you to have my body
anymore!" the vixen accused the demon.
Almost immediately Melanie got control of her body back. She felt a throbbing
between her legs, blood pulsing through her nethers, wanting for more. Her
undies were soaked. She watched little Amie walk past her, scared, grabbing
the bloody knife from the floor. Melanie felt sorry for the girl. Then Shiakea
answered in her mind.
"Your society is flawed. People act selfish, reckless. Everyone thinks only
for themselves. You are destroying the world. These children, or their
children, won't have a place to live in like their parents had. No more land,
no more trees, no more food. It gets worse and worse, but everyone does only a
little bit of harm. There's no evil mastermind responsible, nobody that we
could punish."
"But our classmates are innocent, they didn't do any of that." Melanie
answered.
"But their parents do. These children wouldn't even be alive if not already
their grandparents had lived reckless and without thinking ahead. There'd be a
lot less of you, but those who'd be here would be happy. Now there's so many
of you, your children won't be. They'll starve, but only after they destroyed
everything. It must stop NOW. Their parents must stop, and therefore we must
remind them of what's really important."
"But, but, why us?"
"Whenever someone has to die, there is always the question, why him? Why her?
It's never fair. Someone has to be it."
Melanie thought for a bit, watching Amie bring the knife to Marik, presenting
it to him. The rest of the class watched them as if it was a show. Passive,
some slightly moaning from their self pleasuring.
"The one thing that should be important to the people are their children. But
instead of taking care of them they send them to these schools, protect them
by laws that make no sense, while they themselves go to work and their
careers, and ruin the world they'd give their children a bit more.
But today when they come home from their work, with their money and a tiny bit
of the worlds blood on their hands their children won't be there. Because they
neglected them! You!
Instead your news will spread what happened, and everyone will be reminded
about what's really important. And all the work and all the money and all the
nifty gadgets you nowadays have will pale in comparison to their loss. They
will suddenly remember how important their children, their families really
are.
I hope, I can only hope that when they do, they'll not just demand stricter
laws and more security. Not continue to live as they did before, but remember
what is most important for their children. Families, friends, and a world to
live in. A world worth living in. If they don't more people will suffer and
more people will die, and we won't be able to do anything about it.
If we wouldn't kill your friends today, they would one day suffer in a world
that is far worse than the quick and merciful, even joyful end that we can
give them now. And so would everyone else."
Melanie nodded speechless.
"What do you want us to do?" she finally asked.
"Let us do this a little bit more. The hardest part is your friends, the one
you care for. Then it'll be easier. I have made a spell, and by then everyone
would have reached a point where they will likely kill each other. It will be
one crazy frenzy. You will have to keep yourself together to make it out of
this place alive."
Melanie's gaze fell on the rest of the class. The demoness had spoken the
truth. They weren't horrified anymore, they were raging. A bear boy who was
already a bit older than most had ripped the pants of a deer girl and was
humping her from behind. The big eyes of the girl turned upwards in bliss, her
tongue lolling out. She wasn't caring about the blood that was flowing from
her ruptured virginhood, nor that she was too tight for the young bears member.
She didn't feel pain, and if she did, it didn't have the normal effect.
They were completely out of it.
But Shiakci wasn't done yet. Amie presented the knife to him, but he shook his
head, instead turned the meanwhile completely plucked bird to her. The raven
was staring on the knife in Amie's hands, but his gaze meanwhile had as much
longing in it as fear. Amie herself had blood running from her forearms, from
her own bite marks, cum dripping from her wet pants. She was slightly shaking.
Or was it trembling? Staring at the birdmorph's exposed manhood.
"Can you cut his penis of?" Shiakci asked the girl. The opossum looked at the
object in question, throbbing noticeably. The raven gasped. "No please..." he
managed to say.
The girl was obviously not completely sure. "That thing? Cut it ... Off?"
Marik's head nodded as the demon agreed.
Shaking, the girl approached with the blade. The raven squirmed, but couldn't
get away as the fox was holding him firm, both wings turned to his back.
The girl didn't dare to touch the birds member, instead reached out with the
blade only. The raven gasped as the blade connected, cutting his skin, a red
line appearing. The birds hard genital bent slightly under the pressure of the
knife, but was hard enough to give the blade the required resistance. Slowly
the blade cut deeper, close to the base. The bird morph had no ball sack, his
anatomy kept it deeper inside of him. Only the front part was showing,
throbbing from within the birds orifice. The girl shuddered, gasping as she
watched how her knife cut through the base. A considerable gush of blood
squirted out with the ravens heartbeat, the organ suddenly going limp, bereft
of pressure.
The raven arched, moaning, squirting blood over the opossum's fur and the
floor.
"Continue." Shiakci ordered.
The girl grabbed the ravens limp member with her hand, then cut the last
strand and skin that connected it. Proud and fascinated she presented it to
Marik.
"Well done. You can eat it." the demon encouraged the girl.
And she did it.
Moans were audible from the rest of the class as the girl took the sleek red
piece of flesh in her snout and sucked it, before gulping it down. Her other
hand reached down between her legs, rubbing herself.
The raven was nearly out of it, watching that. Marik let one of his wings go,
and he reached down between his own legs, rubbing the bloody stump that now
squirted, pulsing, both red and white, inserting his fingers into his own
orifice too, rubbing it. He looked like a bird gal down there now, and he knew
it.
Melanie's gaze wondered from one student in the class to the next. A squirrel
girl had found the courage to get rid of her leg wear and sit in the lap of a
porcupine boy who had had his proud appendage out for a while. She was
seemingly mostly in control of herself. Though when some of the boys spikes
apparently pierced through her skin, if at all that only encouraged her more.
The bear was taking the deer girl rough. And to make it worse, a young
stallion, probably the best equipped youngster in class, had stuck his thing
into her mouth, inserting it so deep she seemed to have problems getting air.
She too seemed in bliss, but the bear was playing it rougher and rougher,
ripping his claws through her skin, ripping at her flanks.
Shiakci bent the naked raven forward, undid his pants, and stuck Marik's thing
into the blood decorated hole, soon forcing rhythmic moans from the ravens
beak.
The Opossum girl still had the knife, was rubbing her crotch, looking longingly
at what Marik did to the raven.
Finally, as another gush of cum shot out of her, making her shudder. She undid
her pants, looking in fascination between the bloody knife tip and her
twitching sex.
Melanie felt another jolt of sexual urge rush through her, as Amie stuck the
knife into herself, blade first. She arched, shuddering moaning, clenching.
And the blade drew blood.
Melanie thought for a bit whether she should take the knife away from her, but
her own urge made her glance back to a hare, who was looking exactly at her.
She couldn't bear watching the frenzy longer, unzipping her own pants, she
nodded at him, and the bunny shyly but with a look of longing and anticipation
approached her.
Her own sex was throbbing, driving her insane. One urge was to just drop to
the floor and let the rabbit take her, but a look at the deer made her think
twice. Blood poured out of the girls side, where the bear hat ripped her skin,
and Melanie wasn't sure if she was still alive as she still had the horse cock
hilted in her mouth.
More ripping than undoing her undies she jumped the bunny, throwing him
backwards on the floor. Then she seated herself on him, guiding his big and
ready genital into herself greedily. It made him moan and her arch
immediately. It was exactly the relieve she had so been urging for. The bunny
started throbbing inside her, humping her from below. And when she lowered her
hands gently on his throat and started to press, he seemed to enjoyed it
even more.
Shiakci released his, or rather Marik's load into the raven, who arched and
shuddered like a girl, letting out an excited caw. Blood still dripping from
his severed cock, coating Marik's legs. Then the demon released Marik, giving
him his own body back. Marik, having just released his load, felt slightly
engrossed at the bleeding raven. The bird spurted red and white from his
mutilated body, looking like a plucked, to be butchered chicken.
Then his glance fell on the opossum girl on the floor, and he got his hard on
right back. Amie had masturbated with the knife, inserting the blade into
herself and out of herself several times. Each time had sent her shuddering,
clenching, driving the blade a little bit deeper upwards. By now her vagina was
cut open, her clit split neatly in half. The cut reached up to where her hip
bone had stopped it. The opossum girl had inserted her entire paw into the
gaping hole, clenching her fingers around things that weren't supposed to be
touched.
The rest of the class hadn't been idle, Shiakea's spell making each and
everyone's pain and pleasure drive each other to ecstasy. The deer, stuck
between the horse and the bear hadn't died until now despite the bear clawing
away at her belly until her entire waist was in shreds. But now, spurting his
release into her mutilated body, his claws broke and ripped her spine, ripping
the poor girl in half. Only slimy entrails and tissue held her together, and
the bears pull threatened to slip her head of the horse boy's hip.
But the girl herself, her eyes widened and shivering, grabbed the horse by the
hips and pulled herself back unto his proud. Even as the motion pulled her
innards out of her and spread them on the floor between her two lovers.
In the class had been a snake boy, and he had been watching the frenzy most of
the time from a corner. But watching a twitching and moaning frog girl on the
floor, pleasuring her virgin self, it triggered some old and long suppressed
instinct in him. Gently, without force he had coiled himself around her, and
she let it happen. Then, playing her feet with his tongue, he dislodged his
jaws and slid over the arching, shuddering frog. The girl was in bliss,
humping his throat from the inside, rocking herself back and forth on his
tongue, while she grabbed his tail with her hands, found his sweet spot where
a double headed snake cock had emerged. Her long frog tongue played with him
as long as it lasted, then, her head already within his, she opened her mouth
in a long, excited moan. It ended when the snake boy closed his mouth around
hers, his strong esophagus muscles squishing the frog down through his long
body to vanish forever.
A tiger, who had been playing with himself for a while, spotted the naked,
bleeding raven, and something in him clicked. A second later the raven cawed,
thrown to his back, the tiger on him. Sharp claws were digging through his
exposed skin and exposing insides that a second later the tiger boy, though
not older than any of them, gorged himself on the birds entrails like some
ancient relative would have done eons ago. And by the time the raven even
seemed to enjoy it, anticipate every new slashing ripping blow, every bite.
Arching in a shudder as the tiger ripped his stomach out in a triumphant
gesture.
Marik had sat down next to Amie, mixed feelings in his eyes. He pitied the
little opossum girl, but what she did to herself at this point was so hot to
him, he could barely think. Her gaze fell on his, and trembling she spoke.
"Take me. Please, like Kelim is doing." Kelim was the tiger boy maiming the
raven. Marik wanted to say no, but he couldn't. Instead he opened his jaw and
bit into Amie's arm, already sporting her own bite marks, that she eagerly
held in front of him. Her other paw was somewhere inside her, clenching around
her own hipbone or something.
A gurgling sound came from the bench, where the squirrel had impaled herself on
the porcupine boy. In more than one way. His quills had pierced her skin, and
she drove herself deeper unto them, rocking herself back and forth on the
impaling spikes, blood pouring out of her. The porcupine had helped her by
bringing more of the pointy quills in a position where she could stick them
into herself. Her lungs punctured, her moans turned into gurgles. She wouldn't
last much longer. Then he came, clenched, arched. His quills spreading apart
into a sphere, and the girl embedded into them was ripped apart in her final
ecstatic climax. What remained of her twitched, then went limp.
Inside the snake, the frog girl had made a series of short but intensive
movements, climax after climax as her air had started to run out. Now she was
a limp bulge in his stomach and only his own shudders run down his spine.
The remaining students turned on each other and themselves mindlessly.
Shiakea's spell had breached all bounds of sanity, everyone urged for that
last exciting shudder before everything ceased, that would sent another wave
of pleasure magically through the entire room. They were like sharks when
blood was in the water while a thousand nearby fish were sending out their
panicking fast ripples of fear.
Marik had bitten Amie's throat, and felt the girl rocking and shuddering under
him in gurgled moans, as her live was escaping her.
Melanie was finished with the bunny. He had squirted his load in a last
shudder. Suddenly she saw herself faced by the snake. Cold eyes preyed on her
mercilessly. Already two bulges in his belly, the last one still twitching,
the boy had gone into a frenzy on his own. She tried to defend herself, but
the strong coils wrapping around her were too much of a turn on to her to
fight it seriously.
Still some spark of sanity remained in her. "Marik! Help!" she yelled out.
Marik let go of Amie, who seemingly was in her last spasms, bliss in her
features. He saw his sister wrapped in the snake coils, and he grabbed the
knife from the floor. But he found himself unable to stop watching.
The snake wasn't as gentle or sensual as he had been the first time. Greedily
he worked himself over Melanie's furry feet, forcing them into his throat.
Melanie squirmed as she felt his throat muscles grab her ankles and pull.
Somewhere deep inside him she felt someone else's final desperate movements,
running out of air with nothing to breath than a snakes acidic digestive
juices. She couldn't even tell who it was. The bulge had a considerate size,
bigger that she would make. And somehow the thought of herself being in there,
thrashing desperately for air, while the boy turned her into nothing but food
drove her crazy.
His tongue played with her sex as he quickly worked her deeper, aligning her
arms with her body. The only thing her paws could reach was her own sex, as
they were squeezed together in the snake's tight throat. And she, too started
rocking it, humping the hard and rippling throat muscles while she could.
The tongue played over her underdeveloped chest, her neck, then her face. Her
gaze fell on her brother who just stood there. A knife in his paw, the other,
still oozing blood from a cut, between his legs, rubbing himself, staring wide
eyed at her. She realized what sort of sight she must be for him.
"Please Marik. Snap out of it!" she tried to speak, but her voice was faint
and weak as the snake's muscles squeezed her chest together. She tried forcing
some air into her lungs, fighting the pressure.
Then the maw closed around her. The snake rose his head, and gulped her down.
Marik watched his sister vanish, shuddering, rocking, squirting his load
between his fingers. Watched her squirming bulge started sliding down the long
snake neck and body. It was hot beyond measure. But there was something else.
He felt anger at the boy. Jealousy, that he could have his sister in a way he
never could, eating her whole like that. And then it dawned him that he wanted
to rescue Melanie.
The snake boy was no easy opponent. He saw the fox as his next meal, starting
to coil around him despite the three bulges in his body. But Marik had a
knife, stabbed the snake. First randomly in the body parts that tried to wrap
him, then he went for the neck.
Stabs alone seemed to only turn the snake on more, even though blood spurted
out of some of the cuts. But Marik managed to get free and embed the knife's
blade in the snake's neck, right behind his head.
The snake boy arched, flexing his body in coils, hissing at Marik, but
the fox continued to cut. The hiss turned into a gurgle, the movements turned
more frantic as a fountain of blood spurted out of the snake's throat.
Then with a final cut he severed the spine. The snake head dropped to the
floor.
The boy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, silently, as if gasping
for air or trying to speak, his split tongue slithering out and twitching,
then his cold gaze broke.
The body fought longer, coiling, twitching, jerking forcefully, crashing
against furniture and schoolbags, before it finally came to a shuddering rest.
Marik turned his attention to the top most bulge in the snake body. Brushing
his paw over the snake's sleek scales he felt Melanie still move in there,
flexing, turning, rubbing herself against the wall.
She couldn't do much more, her movements slowly turned more erratic, more
desperate.
Marik aligned himself to the snake's body, felt Melanie's throughout the
snake's skin, pushed against her and felt her respond.
Soon he felt her arch and shudder under him, within the dead snake's stomach,
rocking, twitching.
Then clenching in a strong spasm. Marik felt the wave of turn on that he had
always felt in the last moment of his classmates, only stronger. And his load
gushed over the green scales.
But then his sister went completely limp in there and somehow that felt wrong.
"No!" Marik yelled, and pressed his knife against the snake scales.
The blade cut through, severing skin and tissue, then muscles and finally the
belly. He could see his sister, she was embedded in an almost translucent red
tube, slimy on the outside. Her mouth was open, her head slightly turned
upwards. Her hands still clenched into her own sex, she looked as if she had
had the ultimate climax. Her tiny nipples still poked hard through the thin
skin that encased her.
Marik cut the snake's stomach open, freeing Melanie's face.
It made a gasping, sucking noise as Melanie's head came free of the slimy walls.
Her eyes were open, staring emptily into nothing. Her body hung limp in
Marik's arms as he pulled her sister out of its tight embrace.
She was covered in slime, and cum, her fur soaking wet. As her legs slid out
of the snake, a thin trickle of yellow soaked out of her, her relaxed bladder
not holding it in anymore.
"Melanie!" Marik cried. But at the same time her limp figure drove him wild
again. The demon's curse still active as ever. He placed her on the floor,
outstretched. Her legs split slightly, her sex glistened moist.
Sobbing he climbed on her and thrust his hip into his sisters, his throbbing
member sliding easily into her hip.
The vixens body responded passively to Marik's thrusts, her head rolling from
one side to the other as he thrust into her forcefully, tears in his eyes.
Grabbing her shoulders. Melanie's tongue lolled out, slick with her own and the
snake's saliva, her body rocked by her brothers heavy pushes.
Not many students were still alive. The goriest corpse was the deer, her head
still on the now limp horse cock. The stallions chest slashed open by the very
bear that had ripped her in half. But the bear wasn't far either, still
entangled in the deadly embrace of a gazelle boy, his early grown horns going
through his neck. But the gazelle boy's neck was broken and hung at odd angle.
A bunny girl was moaning weakly, on her back, her paws masturbating her
slashed open belly. Whoever had done it to her wasn't there anymore.
Amie, the little opossum girl wasn't laying still yet either, and the tiger
was still maiming the now limp remains of the raven, eating his raw flesh.
Had he done the bunny girl?
Marik's thrust forced a wet gasp out of the vixen's limp body, squeezing some
leftover air out of her lungs. It came with a bit of slime from the snake's
insides. Marik thought, tears in his eyes, that if he forced himself on her
that strongly, her passive rockings looked almost live like. Then he came,
arching, clenching his teeth, releasing his load into his limp sister.
Thrusting into her forcefully, shuddering. He felt his member throb inside her
still warm body as his cum oozed out of him.
Did her eye just twitch? Marik thought his eyes betrayed him. A reflex, a
glitch? Exhausted he came to rest on Melanie's body. Then he felt it. It
hadn't been there before, but in her chest was a movement. Weak, soft, but
there. Her heart was beating again.
"Melanie!" he screamed. "Wake up"
She didn't breathe on her own. Starting his thrusts again, slowly,
methodically, he again felt air coming in and out of her mouth. Passively,
mechanically. She still was like a doll with cut strings. He lowered his snout
on hers, embraced her lips, tasted the sour taste of the snake's juices. Then
he exhaled, blew her up with his own air.
The bunny girl had found something within her that made her arch. She pulled
her insides, trembling, then something ripped. "Gah....!" she moaned, as a
fountain of blood was spurting from within her. She held a ruptured red pipe
in her hands.
Her pounding heart managed to pump three, four more flowing gushes of blood
out of her that flooded over her hands, her legs, like from a ruptured red
fire hose. Poured, spilled on the floor. The fifth one was already weaker.
She shuddered, blinking, fighting the blackness that engulfed her vision. A
final shudder that again flowed out through the room, drove Marik to the brink
again. Then the bunny was still and relaxed. A blood puddle from under her
slowly widened.
But Melanie responded. Some muscles in her flexed, uncontrolled at first. Her
body came back to live under Marik's. Suddenly she gasped for air, coughed, spat
more slime, blinked. Her eyes focused, her gaze mer Marik's.
"Melanie!" he sobbed, then burst into tears, hugging her. His throbbing
genital still inside her. He felt her breathing stabilize, felt a slight
shudder within her as she joined his tears.
But they got no time to relax.
The tiger had finally finished with the raven. His gaze fell on the fox cubs,
and he moved towards them.
"You .... Caused all of this... I'll eat you!" he growled, blood dripping from
his fangs.
Marik backed of his sister, trying to get on his feet. The tiger boy was not
older, but stronger than him. He assumed a sort of defensive stance. The tiger
came for him.
Marik backed off, realizing too late that he had left the knife behind. He had
nothing to defend himself against the tigers claws. The other boy knew that.
Smiling victoriously. Marik made another step backwards.
The floor was slippery. Blood from a disemboweled wolf had puddled up there.
Behind him was the wall.
Marik glanced to the sides helplessly. The tiger followed his glance, ready
to pounce. There was no way to escape his attacker.
Then the fox was lifted of his feet and crushed against the wall. The tiger's
claws cut into his skin as he grabbed his arm and turned it to his back
similar how he had done to the raven. A forceful twist further, Marik face
planted into the wall with a thud noise, feeling blood on his lips as his own
teeth cut his skin.
Marik moaned. The impact hurt but with the spell still going that was just a
major tun on to him. Then the tiger forcefully grabbed his hips and pulled
them backwards, forcing his member up into his arse.
Marik moaned, feeling humiliated and weak. He was completely at the strong
tiger's mercy, who thrust his hip into him, with his right claw embedded in
his flank's fur, while his left held Marik's arm twisted back, forcing him
bent against the wall. Rhythmically his head was bumped into the wall, leaving
bloody marks on it. The fox shuddered, trembled, feeling the hard tiger cock
thrust into his insides.
The tiger approached his peak, while Marik was near unconsciousness from the
constant hits in the wall. The world was spinning, yet his sex drive was going
insane. He arched and came the same time he felt the tiger squirt his load
into him. At the same time he felt a thrill as the tiger's claw switched from
his bruised side to his throat, forcing Marik's head backwards.
For a second he feared for his live, an exciting feeling that made him
almost shudder in anticipation. But instead the tiger suddenly tensed, making
a gagging noise.
The little vixen had slowly turned around and crawled to her knees. She felt
weak, was trembling. In front of her she saw the corpse of the snake morph,
the tight tube her brother had cut her out of. Green liquid oozed out of it. A
bit further down the motionless body were two more still lumps, where two of
her classmates had succumbed.
In front of it she saw the knife.
Staggering and dizzy stood up, the knife in her hand, watching the tiger
fuck her brother violently. She had approached him unseen.
Marik managed to free himself and turn, as the tiger behind him fell to his
knees, sliding out of him wetly. Shivering, the brute tried to speak, but only
blood gushed out of his mouth.
Behind him stood his sister, holding the knife that was still stuck between
the tiger boy's shoulder blades. The girl was baring her teeth, willpower
alone holding her on her legs, but she had done it.
The tigers dieing last, excited spasms sent another shudder through her but
also seemed to give her more strength.
Marik took his sister in his arms. He bled from a cut on his head and his eye
was swelling shut. His backside hurt, and he had cuts from the tiger's
claws all over. Though the pain currently didn't matter, it didn't feel bad,
it only made him long for more.
The vixen was still weak, shivering and cold. She had more than barely
escaped death. Yet the demon's spell affected her still, urging her to press
her hip into his, feel her brothers again throbbing genital. But she hadn't
the strength to indulge in this urges any more.
After a while they separated, looked around. The classroom was silent, none
moved. No, that was not true, little Amie was alive. The opossum girl was
attempting to turn and crawl towards them, even though she was maimed badly.
Her breath went wheezing out of the side of her ripped throat, skin flapping,
revealing flesh and her windpipe. But she didn't bleed much.
Amie reached out towards the foxes with her right arm in a pleading gesture.
Her left was broken just under her elbow, hanging of limply at odd angle.
Marik dimly remembered the cracking her bone had made while he had bitten her.
She had made made a bloody smear mark on the floor where she had crawled
towards them, her crotch cut into a gaping hole spurting red and white fluids.
Her bladder. Or was it her womb? Was dangling out of her dragged past her on
the floor.
Marik and his sister steadied each other as they approached the opossum..
The girl whispered wheezing, pleading. "You ... weren't ... done."
Marik met her gaze. The girl was trembling, still hot from a suicidal sex
drive. "Cut me ... Cut me open. ... Please... Give me the knife."
The knife was still stuck in the tiger behind them. "Should we really?"
Melanie asked with a weak voice.
Marik thought about it, and the thought made him throb once again.
He nodded.
Melanie knelt down and helped Amie turn and sit up, leaned against her. Her
legs were spread, and the girl rubbed her sex, even though it was split in
half by a long cut.
Through it, her vaginal channel and her colon were visible, white meat in the
red hole, and her bladder was ripped out, emptied, dangling from two thin
white strings.
Marik staggered back, pulling the knife out of the dead tiger cub, then
brought it back. He knelt down in front of the opossum girl, looking curiously
at the insides visible through her cut open bottom.
Smiling, rock hard himself, he lowered the knife blade at the lower end of
Amie's hole.
Amie clenched as Marik cleanly cut in a circle under her tail. He carefully
cut around her anus, separating the skin that held it and her vaginal channel
in place. Amie gasped as the last bit disconnected, leaving the end of both
pipes detached in the fox hand's. Immediately both parts protruded out of her
maimed body a bit more.
He pulled them slightly, testing the tension.
Amie arched, shivering. "Yes. Pull it .... Out...." she whispered wheezing,
her eyes turned upwards in bliss. Melanie gasped too as she felt the young cub
tense in her lap, so hot and eager such an alien way.
Amie's voice would have been a moan if her vocal cords weren't bitten. Instead
it was a gurgling wheeze. Trembling she tensed, bracing her body against the
pull on her insides, pressing her feet against Marik's thighs as he pulled
hard. With a flopping sound her womb slid out of her, it and her ovaries
spilled over the floor between her trembling legs.
Now only her colon still connected into the opossum cub. It was much easier to
pull. Longer and longer it piled up between Marik's and her legs as the girl
squirmed and rocked from side to side, feeling her insides being pulled
through her bottom.
The big colon was followed by the thin. It seemed endless, even though the
girls belly, which was heaving and clenching, went thinner and thinner.
The last couple of coils had squirted out of Amie almost on their own, when
suddenly the tension increased. It was hard to belief the pile between them
was supposed to have been inside her. Marik pulled harder.
Amie arched, spasming, flexing and collapsing at the same time. The tension
from Marik's pull seemed to connect right through, up into her neck. She
opened her mouth gasping, gagging.
Marik pulled again, harder. Despite her legs against his, Amie was pulled a
bit closer to him, her hip lifted up by the strained string coming out of her.
Under her, Melanie had reached for her own sex and rubbed it, open mouthed,
imagining what they did to Amie would feel like.
Then Marik let go of Amie's colon, letting her drop into Melanie's lap again. The
girl took a moment, trembling, to get her senses together. Her broken arm was
thrashing uncontrolled. But with the other she grabbed Marik's knife and
applied it to her own throat.
"Pull again!" she demanded whispering.
He could see how the opossum braced herself, pressing her feet into his legs,
then trembling resisted his pull as he lifted her up once more by her
digestive tract. He could now see what she felt, how her esophagus in her
exposed throat tensed, her mouth forced open once more by her weight.
Then the knife blade cut into her food pipe. It strained, then ripped. And
something inside her suddenly gave way.
Once more Amie dropped to the ground, trembling, twitching, holding her
stomach with an ecstatic face expression. Marik pulled again. There still was
resistance, though something moved. Amie's food pipe was pulled down through
her chest. And slowly, with the girl rocking and twitching like crazy, some
more things came out of her. Stomach, liver, even her kidneys followed her
bladder outside.
Amie arched, grabbing her own chest, her mouth opened for a voiceless scream.
Her chest trembled, and something else in her neck strained, left and right of
her throat.
Trembling, Amie rose the knife to her neck one more time, and severed her
throat completely, a gush of blood emerging. Her pulse, though weak, emptying
her in waves.
Marik pulled faster, and now something gave way, making a wet slurping,
ripping sound from within her and her neck.
Almost easily, the rest of Amie's insides emerged from her bottom together
with a huge flood of flowing blood. Her diaphragm had given way and Marik was
surprised to see her lungs and even her heart to emerge from her, still weakly
beating.
What had just been in her throat came free from between her legs.
And then nothing more.
Only a few blood vessels that connected to her legs were left, leaving a
gaping hole.
Yet the opossum was somehow still alive, fighting death with wild ecstatic
thrashes. Her clenching leg muscles lifted her hip high up and Marik stared
inside. She was hollow! He could see all the way through to the light coming
in through her throat.
After seconds Amie's thrashes got weaker, turned into a shuddering, then ebbed
down into a trembling.
Then a last clench, a last arching shudder, her mouth open for a moan she
couldn't make. Her eyes met Melanie's but then stared right through her.
Then the opossum girl collapsed limply, sending a wave of sexual longing
through Marik and Melanie, so intense that it almost made them go at each
other again.
Amie had finally found what she had urged for.
The foxes kept sitting next to the hollowed out corpse for a second, her pile
of innards between them. They kept spurting juices for a little while and
Amie's exposed heart made a few futile beats that didn't pump her blood
anymore.
Then the bell rang.
Not the normal end of class bell, but a longer ringing, staying, ongoing,
demanding. Something had caused the fire alarm.
Marik was first to stand up, Melanie took a bit longer to crawl from under
Amie's hollow and surprisingly light body. But her stance was more solid now
and she followed Marik to the door on her own.
The door didn't move an inch when Marik tried the handle. But as Melanie
touched it, like an electric jolt went through her and the door sprang open.
Screams were audible, distant moans, and the smell of burnt hair and flesh assaulted
the foxes sensitive noses. A young gazelle from a class under them just came
running around the corner, screaming excited with a hint of fear. A lion boy
came afterwards. He was well hung, at least sixteen. And both of them were
naked.
None of them were paying much attention to the bruised and blood covered fox
couple. The gazelle girl bleated load as the lion caught her and simply lifted
her up, laughing. "Got ya!"
Turning around he yelled "Got another one! Must be the last!"
Someone yelled back laughing "It's cool, we can always get another class
later."
Marik and Melanie followed the lion down the corridor in some distance. He
went to an open door that seemed to be the source of the smoke.
Not many were in that room. Two more older students, a wolf and an otter. At
the board there was fire damage and several bodies were sprawled around, all
so horribly burnt it was hard to say what they were.
The lion placed the gazelle on the floor and led her there. She squirmed but
seemed to have a weird anticipation. Obviously she knew what was coming. The
lion was about to get a piece of rope to bind her when she protested.
"No. Don't bind me, I'm. I'm staying here, I'm not running away again."
The others were cheering. They all had their hands on their dicks in
anticipation.
"Ok. But if you run again I'll brake your legs!" the lion threatened. "Here,
stand here and hold your hands up as if you had been bound. It's not the same
otherwise."
The girl nodded and stood, hands stretched up in the center of the black spot.
When he got a bucket from somewhere, she started shivering, looking at it with
big eyes. But she stood. He poured it over her. It had a strong stinging smell.
Some sort of fuel.
She bleated when the liquid hit her and rinsed her all over. She took her
hands down and made a few steps backwards.
"Ah just bind her." the wolf yelled from the back seats.
"No. I'll be good!" the gazelle bleated, and shivering stood herself where she
had been, in the same pose.
"I wanna see once, how it looks when they are not bound. She's the last." the
lion protested, then continued on.
The girl screamed before the match hit her, closed her eyes in anticipation.
Then it made a loud whoosh. A wall of heat came of her and a plume of flames
rose up to the ceiling.
The girl screamed, but it wasn't the horrid scream of someone on fire. It was
hard to say what kind of effect the spell and the flames had on the gazelle.
She was too young for sexual arousal the normal way, yet even stronger she
reacted to the sensations of the flames burning her skin all over her body.
She danced, arched, flexed, glanced at her burning hand in front of her in
disbelief. "I'm on fire. Look. I'm on fire." she screamed excited.
She rubbed her hand over her chest skin that was starting to get scorched and
numb. Then she suddenly run off, towards the exit. "Wheee!"
Marik pulled Melanie out of the way, before the burning girl run past them
like a fire elemental, the sudden rush of air fueling the flames.
The lion ran after her. "Get her before she torches the place!" was yelled
after him. "Yeah, she has to be here when she's finished or we won't feel a
thing!" the otter added.
The foxes continued hurrying towards the exit. Luckily the burning gazelle had
taken the other way, trailing a cloud of black smoke and the smell of burnt
flesh.
Before the stairs down they passed the chemistry lab. Here, too were a few
older students who must have had their lesson there. Somewhere they had gotten
a big pot that was partially filled with a brownish liquid. A teacher was
laying on the floor, dead, his face torn of by what must have been an
explosion. What remained of the class was cheering a pair of cheetahs,
entering the pot. They were naked. The liquid around their feet bubbled, and
they screamed, but then grabbed each other and started having sex.
Soon the pair collapsed into the boiling liquid, their feet just bleeding
stumps, and the acid consumed their bodies. In a frenzy they made love to each
other until they had nothing left to make love with. They kept rubbing and
hugging until their bodies literally fell apart and dissolved. The foxes too
felt the emitting wave that turned the class in there on like crazy.
Quickly they continued down the stairs.
Another, older girl was obviously also running for the exit. The teenage cow
gave the foxes a horrified glance, then kept running down towards the main
exit. The door stood open.
When the foxes followed her slower, they noticed that the cow had run directly
in the arms of what seemed to be a teacher and the school caretaker.
The latter had a chainsaw.
"Where do you think you are going?" the teacher yelled at her greedily, his
voice betraying darker motives. Then ripped her clothes of.
Blood was on the floor.
An older student was there too and gladly helped holding the screaming girl.
Frantically she tried to get away, for some reason less affected by the spell
than others.
Then the sound of the chainsaw overscreamed her, and it took surprisingly long
until her horridly painful face expression turned to the mindless bliss so
many others showed.
While the chainsaw ate through her body, slowly, starting from between her
legs, ripping through her sex, up through her torso, literally sawing her in
half.
The cow rocked, shuddering as the saw's teeth ripped through her belly, then
her chest. A final arch as the blade cut into her neck. Then her two halves
separated twitching and fell to the ground, gore splattering out of it.
Melanie retreated behind the corner and started to get down another corridor
instead. It was a side wing of the building. It housed to the office section.
A cafeteria for the teachers, meeting rooms and the board's offices were
there. And another exit door.
Melanie and Marik held their steps again, when half a class of little boys and
girls were waiting in front of the headmaster's office. A teacher forced them
in.
The foxes continued, as silent as possible, staying close to the wall.
"These five were found guilty of sexual harassment. You need to take action!"
the sound of a very old and bitter bird sounded. They knew the voice, she was
the scary and cruel board secretary. If you ever had gotten detention, she was
the place you were sent to hand it in, and she'd judge you. But her voice
sounded insane now. She seemed to have snapped.
One or two teachers sounded excited. "One by one, without clothes. In front of
the board! You first."
Melanie and Marik where just about to sneak past the door, when a shot was
fired within. They heard a gasp, then a thud as the headmaster had shot one of
the girls, his hand in his crotch.
The goat was twitching on the floor in mindless spasms, one of her eyes
dangling out, her tongue lolling. A big hole gaped in her head, while lumps of
her mind were oozing from the blood sprayed blackboard that used to hold the
teaching schedules.
"Next!" the old elephant in a suit yelled.
Shivering the little fox boy they had helped when coming to school this morning
spoke up. "I didn't do anything, they forced me in there, it was..."
*BANG*
The boy was looking down at his chest.
"But. .. But, but ... It wasn't .. It doesn't ...." he stumbled with a
surprised, slightly excited look on his face. Then his eyes suddenly turned
upwards and he collapsed. The wave that emitted from him and drove the spells
power further rocked through the foxes, made them twitch.
Melanie and Marik ran down the hallway now. The old hawk lady looked out of
the office and yelled past them, her voice over pitched.
"No running on the corridors! Two afternoons detention!"
At the end was an external door. It was locked, no matter how hard they
pulled, it wouldn't open. But somewhere behind them they knew was the hawk
lady, they had to get away!
So they went up another flight of stairs, leading to the wing's attic.
Surprisingly enough, this door wasn't locked. Marik closed it behind them,
locking a lever in place.
They looked around in the dusty place, supporting each other, trembling,
exhausted. Light fell in through dusty little roof windows. Files were stocked
in boxes and crates. Old typewriter machines, a few monitors. Old office desks
and chairs.
As they calmed down, the demon's spoke to them again.
"Stay here!" Marik heard a voice in his mind.
It was Shiakci, whom he hadn't even been aware of since the start of all this.
Shiakea was there too.
"You are safe here for now. The spell will soon end, and you have made it.
They will eventually find you here, when they search the place."
In the distance once could hear sirens. Firefighters, maybe police.
"You will be the only ones left alive, we made sure of it. But you must sleep
now!"
With that, the world went black for both foxes, and they collapsed on the
floor, arms still around each other.
Sirens were audible, coming closer. Half a class of over hyped teenagers sat
in the physics lecture room and watched a naked leopard girl. Her arm was a
stump, the end shuttered. She had just held it in a big pot of liquid super
cold fluid. She had looked at it, poking it with her other hand, surprised at
the lack of feeling. When she had hit it on the table it had shattered to
pieces.
Now two other students were pouring the entire pot over her. It had a formula
written on it and several big yellow warning signs. The fluid washed over her,
boiling at incredible cold temperature. Ice cold steam rose around her in
thick clouds. The very air around her seemed to freeze over. She felt her legs
tense, her feet tingling. The cold was like a million needles, especially
where her skin was thin and sensitive. She felt the it invade her, felt her
flesh freezing. It felt like cold fire all over her.
In seconds she found herself unable to move. Her skin frozen, solid. The cold
creeping up with the ice cold steam, freezing her fur that became brittle like
tiny icicles. Her eyes froze in place, her tongue, even her breath seemed to
freeze in her lungs.
But though she turned into a completely solid block, she was still aware. And
while her life left her, a different heat built up in her very core, wile her
heart was still beating. It was like a pressure increasing, searching a way
out that wasn't there. She wanted to scream in pleasure, pain, ecstasy, but
couldn't.
Her entire body urged for release when finally her heart froze over, did a
last beat, stopped frozen solid. Overcharged with her unnatural pleasure with
no way out but the spell. She felt herself trapped in an ice block that used
to be her body.
Her frozen body saw the door open, and a black figure enter, in the center of
a ball of flames. The little girl was burning, her skin black and falling off,
her bones exposed, her species only guessable.
She had no voice as she run towards her, flames even inside her body, burning
in her belly, lighting her chest bones from within, consumed by the flames.
The flames, too, licked on the cold liquid on the floor, made it burn, sent
flames out in the room that seemed to turn everything into liquid fire,
flooding all surfaces. But yet she made more steps, came close, came so close.
That moment she ultimately loved that little girl, wanted to embrace her, be
one with her. And the burning little gazelle, barely holding together as her
flesh turned to ash felt the same.
The world flew apart as the both the girls burst.
Her body turned into a million tiny icicles that shot outside, met with a wall
of flames as the burning gazelle too disintegrated. Frozen, burning shrapnel
perforated the other students in the room even before the fire hit them.
Digging holes into walls, ceiling, furniture, floor. The tension in her frozen
body had been too much to take the others heat. Fire and Ice found each other
and erupted. Windows were blown out, shards fell on the streets below.
More air turned the evaporated fluid into a ball of fire that rose in a giant
cloud of fire.
But even more so, the spells own energy went out in a shock wave that reached
beyond the walls, raced through the rooms and through the remaining fur's very
hearts.
And their hearts couldn't take it. All the turn on, all the frenzy drive was
too much. Students and teachers were clasping their chests alike in disbelief
as the very spell that they had helped to build up, ended in a cataclysm. The
hearts of those remaining alive stopped beating, the bodies dropped to the
floor even before the shock wave from the explosion echoed from the walls,
shattering windows and breaking doors. The spell was broken.
The main gate of the school dropped, as a firetruck drove it down with
whining sirens. A police squad car followed it and a squad of dog's in uniform
disembarked.
"We have a body here."
"Smoke is coming from the third and fourth floor, main building. Guide the
firefighters in!"
"What the hell happened here? It looks like in a damn slaughterhouse!"
"I found another stiff one. Looks unharmed but no heartbeat."
"Get ambulances here! Lots of them!"
"Oh my god, look at the dead children!"
END