The Gryphon Falls
*The names of these characters represent myself and some friends. This story is of my own creation, so no stealing! ©bbykttygrl21*
In our quiet little hillside, back of the woods city of Gryphon Falls, many peculiar things happen here. For it is right here that my grandpappy got turned into a blackfooted ferret and my grandma got turned into a fox. Needless to say my pa married my ma and had me, but anyways enough about my family background because that isn't even the half of it and I'll start with my own story.
My name is Dargon Turner, I am a ferret-fox mix, so I am quite interesting to look at. I play a blow jug and a mouth harp for my grassroots band that I started in high school. I stand at 5'2" with black and red fur and blue-gray eyes, then we have my best friend Angel whom is a rabbit-raccoon mix, who stands at 5'6" with white fur and the black rings around his eyes, he plays the banjo and next is Vertigo, who stands at 6'0" because he is a mix between a bobcat and cougar, whom plays the acoustic guitar and is our lead singer, since he is taller than us we just gave it to him.
We were on tour, as we would've called it but other than that it was just us boys havin' ourselves a good ole time, driving in the backwoods, playin' our music where we saw fit to. We didn't know that was all about to change though. It started out when we were doin' our last high school tests for the rest of our lives, for we had to do a thing called SAT's. We really didn't know that much about 'em, well I was the only acception with that one.
Come to find out I aced the SAT's and got major scholarships to schools, such as Hardvard and such. It wasn't even a week after school and I finally chose to go to Arizona State University, to do their law program, since I wanted to keep in my pappy's and grandpappy's footsteps and become the sheriff. I just didn't know what I was about to get myself into.
When I found out that none of my buddies really did that well, I managed to swindle them into ASU as well, since I play a mean game of cards and such, I just happened to win them into the school. I smiled when I told them that they were all accepted and within three days we were all packed and headin' out in our 1945 Ford 4x4 pickup truck, it wasn't too much of a looker but it sure was beautiful to us, the rustic gray paint, it just was wonderful. We even had our 12 gauge shotguns with us, in case we decided to do some huntin' before comin' to Arizona, since it was still in season for pheasants. All three of us loved our pheasants, especially the way we bbqed 'em up. Anyways, needless to say the secret is in the sauce.
Within a week, we finally reached the hustle and bustle of Arizona. It wasn't at all what we had expected, it was dirty, too high strung and some of these folks just weren't friendly until they looked over and saw our guns, then they slowly scooted away. I don't know what for, we weren't here to harm nobody.
We were finally told by a police officer that we had to put them somewhere else since they weren't allowed on the school's property, so we looked around and found a place that we could rent across the street from the school and moved in there instead. The manager of the apartment was real nice like, he even talked just like us and showed us to a 2 bedroom apartment on the 4th floor of the complex.
On the inside it wasn't that bad to look at, it even reminded me of home. There were small mice on the floor and even some cracks here and there, all of us smiled as we walked in. We then unpacked everything and put it in it's appropriate place. We then walked back downstairs and out the door and headed to the campus to look at our schedules that the college had selected for us. Needless to say, I was in every honor class, yet I don't know why, I haven't done anything honorable just yet and my friends were in all the fun classes. When I was bogged down with homework they were already done and playing around on the instruments and what not, especially since we had a gig in less than a week to get ready for. It seems as though that Arizona don't get real country folk down here a lot, so they always jump on us to perform for 'em whenever we can manage it.
As we started to warm up, I saw a sly gray wolf watchin us. He let his head shake as if this were gonna be a bad night for him. He didn't like the music but there was an attractive mousette with him who started to do some line dancing, so he seemed to be wrapped up in her. Especially in her black leather short skirt and halter top, with her knee high boots. It wasn't like I was paying any attention to her, no, not at all. I think he thought that I was looking though, for after our little opening was done, he walked over to me with an angry look in his eyes, as he talked in a wrapsy voice, "If you look at her again, I'll have your throat!" I just cooly nodded my head but before I could blink he had thrown a punch at me, lucky for me I dodged just in time but it still got me slightly in the shoulder, making me slightly wince with pain as I yelled at him, "Who the fuck are you, telling me whom I can or can not look at? Besides, I already have a girlfriend." I knew that I had lied but it got him to back down.
After we got our stuff together, I grabbed a Jack and Coke and started to drink it down, walking back to our apartment. When we got inside the guys looked at me with concern in their eyes as they talked quietly, almost uncertain as to how I would react, "You know that he is the one who is behind all of the attacks, even if he doesn't do them himself, don't you? You know that you are in trouble don't you? Who will take your back in a fight between him? Well you will have us but who else?" I shrugged, putting some ice on my shoulder, "He isn't that tough, he doesn't let anybody in, I don't see how SHE can be with him, especially with how he tends to ignore her anyways." They just rolled their eyes, now knowing what it was about, they said no more about it.
The next day at school, I was slammed into a locker by a pack of rats and various other pack animals but nothing really bad happened to me. I ran into him a few times and we slightly glared at each other but really didn't try to talk. I didn't know that my luck was about to change until SHE walked up to me and started to talk to me.
She seemed very quaint as she talked, like she had known me since I was little yet I knew it wasn't true. I learned that her name was Jessica, I don't know what that was about but I shrugged it off. I tried not to look at her pure white fur and the black tips on her head, but the way she talked, walked and moved so seductively, I know understood that it wasn't the wolf keeping her, it was she who was keeping the wolf. As she decided that she had enough of toying with me, she drew in and kissed me on my nose, right in front of the wolf. He came over to me and at that moment, I thought that I was wolf chow but he grabbed her by the arm and took her into an empty classroom.
I knew better to go check or even over listen but my instincts drove me to go to the now closed door, listening intently. My red ears with black tips swirving from side to side. When I heard the crying I walked in but it was the wolf who was crying and the mousette had suddenly disappeared. I walked over to him slowly, taking my time as I talked, "Are you alright? What happened?" He lightly jumped and looked at me, "She just broke up with me. She is going to date my best friend whom is a dragon." I just shook my head, "Bad break, I've had that happen before." I hesitated before I asked my next question, grabbing his attention until he could stand it any longer, "What is it?" he asked. I choked a bit before I started to talk, "I notice that you like music, think you could help us break out of our country boy personas and get some more modern ones?" He smiled devishly, showing all of his teeth, "Sure thing, by the way, my name is Armand." I shook his paw and we started to talk about all the details, come to find out, I had a bit of a hidden goth in me after all.
Him and I started to hang out more as I started to leave my grassroots at home. I even started to go into the pure black genre of the whole gothic look. Our music started to get more metallic and rockish, and our attitudes started to change. Our parents had started to notice and were not happy about it, yet they let us go our own ways, especially since they were about 3,000 miles away from us or more. We started to drop grades in classes but our reps were a lot better. I even got my first "F" in all of my life. I didn't let my parents know about that though or else they would've taken their promise out and would've had my hide, especially if the yknew that I was happy about receiving it.
As the end of my first semester drew to a close, I noticed that I rarely talked with my old friends, in fact, we weren't on speaking terms, especially when I blew up over a "little" talk that we had and told them how I won them into the college and how they would be lost without me, little did I realize at the time how much of a loss I had done to myself. I was seeing more and more of Armand, Drake, and Jessica. Jessica I found out, was the mousette's name and Drake obviously is the black dragon.
Drake is a very surprisingly complex person, he keeps everything to himself and yet offers everything he has by doing and showing. He is very quiet, I have never seen someone so quiet, yet can say so much without speaking. Unlike Jessica, she is always talking about this that and the other. I believe her favorite past time is looking at cars and street racing in her 1983 Pontiac Firebird Formula 400, I think. All I know is that they constantly argue about how she drives, yet they are happy. It is Armand and I that are on the sidelines but hey we got the gothic cheerleaders on our side.
I decided to stay in Arizona for my semester break and hang out with my new "crew". We went to the Arizona Mills and even went and saw the NASCAR 3-D flick at the IMAX, that wasn't too shabby. Jessica couldn't keep herself calmed down for anything though and let Drake know what she wanted for the rest of the night, so those two went back to her place and who knows what in heaven's name they did that night, one can only guess. Armand and myself decided to go down Mill Avenue and scope for prospective singers and other band memebrs. There is where I saw her, she just blew my mind away. A 5'8", black hair, emerald green eyed blowout. she had me by my heart strings and she could tell and did everything she could to flaunt that she owned me from that day forward.
Her name was Kitty, it was very fitting for her in away. She was a black panther-mousette, which was even a plus. I have a thing for cat and mouse mixes, what can I say? She was one of the most erotic females that I have ever met, besides Jess of course. Not only was she a looker, she liked me for me, I don't know why though, plus she could sing anything thrown at her. She always wore black with the fishnet stockings and knee-high sometimes thigh-high black leather boots, that say, "Yeah I am going to tread all over you today!" She also had an attitude to match. She was rough on the outside but sensitive on the inside, due to somethings that happened to her as a child and I even found myself telling her my deepest, darkest secrets that I never told anybody, not even my old friends knew about some stuff. With her though I felt as though I could be myself, which in turn made me extremely happy to have found her.
I call her, "My Little Kitten," which for some odd reason makes her squeak and become all dominant, which was another plus, since I am the more submissive one. I always try to do everything that I can for her but she has a stubbor nstreak that is sometimes hard to tell if she really wants me to do something or not, usually I do it anyways though. I like to she her put and yet whenever I tell her how cute she is when she does that she can't help but to smile as she tries to look innocent and cuter as she says, "Am not!" I can't help but to smile and giggle, which she then usually pounces me, telling me demandingly, "Shut up you little bitch!" That makes me bite my lower lip as she comes in for a passionate kiss, and strokes my cock lovingly, I just know in the back of my mind that we will get married eventually, I just can't ask her to marry me yet, I'm too shy.
As our days progressed into months, I finally got up the nerve to ask her to wear my ring, especially since Armand was starting to sniff around a bit. As we went to our favorite Chinese buffet restaurant, Yoshi's, I got down on one knee and said quietly into her ear, "My dear, beloved Little Kitten, will you wear my school ring? I know it isn't mu..." I couldn't even finish my comment as she nodded her head, tears lightly rolling down her face as she put her arms gently around my neck, embracing me, saying into my fur, "I love you, honestly I do." I couldn't even finish my plate and both of us decided to go celebrate at our home that we had rented together.
As soon as we entered the apartment, it wasn't long until I was on the floor, being pounced by Kitty and then having her tie me up with 5/50 cord, a ball gag placed in my mouth and a brand new collar placed around my neck. I just slightly started to contort my body to "try" to get out of it, when my bare ass was struck by a paddle. I couldn't help but to smile up at my baby, she knew I loved to be spanked, and seeing her in her short, pink, camo pants and short matching halter top, I oculdn't help but let my 6" cock out of it's sheath, wanting to please her and only her. She noticed it and didn't seem very happy with me, as she grabbed the scruff of my neck and shook it hard, yelling at me, "Who the hell said you could get hard you little cock sucking two bit whore?" I squeaked this time as much as the gag would allow me, as my cock started to thump and pound with every pulse of my body, she then shook her head as she spoke not exactly at me but about me to herself, "What am I supposed to do with him? I don't think he'll ever learn, I guess I'll just have to teach him a lesson!"
End Of Chapter 1
*More to come when I can think of more to write, other than that enjoy for now and let me know what you think. Thnx*