Iron Heart
#1 of Iron Hearts
Iron Heart*
-Disclaimer- If your underage leave. The song Iron Heart by Netsky is the sole property of Diplo blablablablaballs whatever. If you find dirty stuff whatever offensive gtfo I don't have time for your crap and I don't think anyone else would like to deal with your complaints.- although I put this warning there is no direct smut in this story.
Its 10:42 p.m. and my laptop keyboard is vibrating softly under the large appendages I call hands. The HD keeps my attention as the visualizer moves and bass beats control the fluctuation of its shape.
"One, two, were coming for you....three, four, we're back for more.....five, six, playing hide and seek.........seven, eight, don't be afraid." The small girl's voice creaked through my headphones only to be followed by heavy bass emulations and beats.
Through the vibration in my ears I can feel the vibration coming off my desk which can only come from an outside source as my laptop is in fact, in my lap. I stop the song and slip the headphones off and onto my desk. The house is silent except for the obnoxious knocking being created by more than one person at my doorstep.
I fly down the stairs with a jump at the end only to have the mat slip out from under me putting me directly on my furry ass, with some obscenities I get up and the knocking stops. I walk softly to the peephole and peek through.
My house doesn't usually get many visitors because it's alone on the top of a two hundred hard driveway, bordered by trees, that is at the end of an extensive cul-de-sac that belongs to some of the richest families in northern California. The outside seems black as pitch but no ambient light comes from anywhere besides the moon. I twist the handles and open both doors to reveal a truly pitch black environment.
The only visible landmarks are the tall pines that continue for hundreds of feet. The wind rustles the trees keeping all outside sounds where they belong; outside. In between the swishing is the cracking of branches and falling sticks. The sounds create or possibly destroy an eerie surrounding; I now know that whoever was knocking on my door is in the trees hopping from branch to branch watching me.
I shut the doors, and retreat towards the hallway in between the adjacent staircases. Along the staircase are multiple doors, some large some small, some black some white; my house is the melting pot of doors all containing different rooms.
The one important one is halfway down, white, and large. It opens to reveal a small grate that is removable. I flip the grate up and reach down for the ladder. The cold metal touches my pads and sends a shiver through my arms as my feet get the same reaction. I grab the outside bars and slide all the way down into the dimly lit crawl space. The crawl space is only 10x10 but has one small tunnel that leads away from the house into the backyard. The dark tunnel gets darker and darker until I can't see my hands in front of my face.
Finally I reach the end and it opens back up to a small crawl space with one ladder opposite the tunnel. The metal once again sends a shiver up my appendages as I climb upwards towards the other grate. I push it open and push my head out into the outside. The cold air cuts across my face and pushes my ears back.
I climb out and lay the grate down softly and silently creep along the grass towards the tree line and the tallest pine I could find. I run up to the tree and sink my claws deep inside of the bark and pull myself up towards the thickest branch I can find. My muscles strain as I finally claw on to the thickest branch above me.
I crouch down and jump up to the branches above me; I land softly and crouch down for another jump towards the nearest branch that reaches out. I make the jump and the ground flies below me and I stop to listen.
I can hear the faint giggling of teen girls coming from deeper inside the woods. The thought of exacting revenge on my stalkers brought a smile to my face and I quickly hopped from branch to branch in search of the pranksters. As I moved faster along the trees the sounds of talking and laughing increased.
I look down as faint lights flicker and I realize it's just the teens playing on their phones texting each other. I jump towards the thick trunk above them and plant my claws firmly in the bark hovering at least 15 feet above their heads. They have fashioned a rudimentary fire and an idea floats into my head. From my perch I grab a couple pinecones and fling them downwards into the fire.
The girls don't even notice as the pinecones fall into the flames and shortly after the pinecones begin to crackle and pop. Their attention is still focused on their phones just as the pinecones get louder and louder. Soon they begin to pop more and more violently, and suddenly they begin to explode with gusto and the girls drop their phones in fright and run for cover behind bushes.
The cones explosions only lasted a few seconds and were quickly silenced again by the crackle of fire. The girls crawled out from cover only to be thrown back in by one final explosion, but with this explosion a piece of scalding seed landed upon my hand holding me against the tree.
"Fuck!" I scream, I quickly grab my paw and jerk it out of the tree only to realize that it was not the best choice.
The branches flew past me like birds and the ground approached me rapidly. All of a sudden I caught up with gravity and I slammed into the ground hard, knocking me unconscious.
All I remember was falling and then I remember waking up next to the fire with dark silhouettes looming above me. The faint giggling comes back and soon it gets louder until its right next to me, in fact it's coming from above my head.
As my eyes open the giggling stops and turns to squeals of laughter and my only view is that of three blurry blobs moving around in my peripheral vision. Their voices sound as though they're speaking through towels and my eyesight is still shaken.
Amorphous blobs of women are not my favorite women and ones that stalk me don't rank high either. The blobs above me begin to take a definite shape and the sounds turn sharper. Low frequencies turn to voices as well as blobs turn to curves.
"Oh shit he's awake!" one of them exclaims.
Whatever was above me was now gone and all that was left were charcoals and footsteps. As I roll onto my stomach my back cracks horrendously and a tingling/pain flows through my arms and legs seizing me to the ground. In one hard crash I slump on my face with ass high and legs still under my stomach.
The feeling in all my appendages is a dull tingle that shudders like my heart beat which is dull enough from the fall. I push my arms under me locking my elbows just to ensure a standing position. I push my legs down and the rest of my body follows upwards.
My legs start to move and I disregard the stalkers to find medical attention for some injury that isn't even describable. The floor crunches underneath my feet as I drag them along the floor as whoever was following me before takes back the positions in the trees above me. As the branches above my head shake so do my legs; straining to hold my slumping body above them. My head suddenly gains weight as if gravity shifted heavily and I fall straight down again onto a hard object that puts me into a sharp sleep.
I awake to a dim room of brown and bright white light. On my right are moving gray blobs and on my left are what look to be the ghosts of Pac-man biting each other while they are being drawn with a pencil. As the shapes entrance me dull pain emanates from my back but stops right as my tail and everything below is gone because I don't feel anything.
Again blobs begin to define and Pac-man disappears until the room gains four walls and the gray gains some color. I blink repeatedly and one of the girls is above me with her blonde hair shading her face, she smiles looking deeply into my eyes.
"Well are you finally awake?" She says in an angelically sweet voice that could create world peace.
"I think, where am I?" I say.
"Inside your house in what I think is the kitchen, it's difficult to tell with the doors and shit." She says.
I crack a smile as she makes the simple joke about how immensely huge my overly luxurious house is. But my sadness returns as I try to sit up. A stabbing pain runs along my back when I try to pull my chest up. She sees my face of pain and quickly tries to hold me down to prevent more pain.
"You can't move because if you do you might cause permanent damage to your spine or other "parts".
I look down and see that I have no clothes on and multiple bruises. With all my junk hanging out and completely immobilized for my own health I have no control over what is happening.
She puts her hands on my sides and rolls me over slowly onto my stomach before pushing her hands down on my back slowly increasing pressure. It only hurts a little until I hear and feel a loud "pop" and a tingle goes through my legs from top to bottom.
"SHHHhhhhiiiiittttteeeee." I yell.
She then rolls me back over and I can feel my legs again.
"Thank you for saving me back there." I say
"Oh it's no big deal I was the one that started it." She says before giggling.
Her small chest jumps up and down with her laugh as her C-Cup breast bounce above my face. I wriggle my toes and bend my legs slowly so I can sit upwards. I bring my knees to my chest and put my chin on my kneecaps so I can get a good look at the girl that saved me
"Ummmm do you have a name or should I call u Anon?" I said.
"Maye or meme you know anything that starts with M and ends with E." she laughs.
"What about ME?" I gaze at her perfect figure as I start to flirt.
She looks towards me and catches me ogling over her sweet shape. My eyes dart back to her face but keep drifting down past her shoulders only to be replaced as she looks into my eyes.
"Uh, where are my pants?" I question.
"Pfff how should I know I don't keep track of your pants. I'm not your bitch." She easily put emphasis on bitch and flashed me a daring smile.
I drop my hands to cover my junk as I start sporting a mild erection. She sees and turns around to toss me a pair of my jeans.
"Um, how did you get my clothes?" I ask.
"Well the girls decided to go looking around inside this three story maze of doors and rooms."
As she said that I quickly zipped my pants and bolted up the two flights of stairs towards my room hoping to stop whoever might be in there from getting into my more "personal" possessions. As I bust through my door I see four scantily clad women sitting on my bed with a multitude of magazines in the center. As I step in they all turn my way and giggle looking me over and not trying to hide the fact they found my extensive stash of pornography.
One girl catches my eye though; a tall thin human girl with long black hair and long slender legs, she could almost be a flamingo if she wasn't human. Her hair is straight but still long enough to droop past her shoulders. She didn't giggle but just stared curiously with large black eyes and suddenly realized I wasn't staring at her breasts or her crotch or her ass but at her eyes. I didn't care about her sexual attractiveness it was only her eyes. Something enchanting or intoxicating was inside her eyes, either the way she looked at me or the pure look of curiosity.
As I snapped back into reality I saw her look of curiosity exchange for one of sweetness: a small but perfect smile. Her smile was contagious as I started to smile. I think I found my new favorite intruder.