Vixen's Invitation
#1 of Vixen's Invitation Series
Yet another 'series' I probably won't finish. But I had fun writing it. Honk if you love vulpine demons corrupting poor little nerd girls and their boyfriends.
Veni cum me vulpes...
Veni cum me vulpes...
"Veni... cu...m... me vulpes?"
...
"I feel... stupid."
"You should. Summoning me was the worst mistake you'll ever make."
"Gack!" Who are you?!"
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What seemed like an ordinary spring day, quickly turned into one of the oddest moments of my virgin life.
Actually, one of the last moments of my virgin-life.
CHAPTER 1: SUMMONING
"Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, clawing on hands and knees, to the door, as the monstrosity tugged at the legs of my capri pants, trying to pull me to him.
They slid off, and left me lying there in my panties.
"Get over here you little bitch." it growled menacingly. "Do you know what a PAIN that stupid spell is?! I have to come here and check out 'whoEVER' says in that stupid old language--'Come lie with me fox'. Do you understand how IRRITATING..."
Lying there in my locks of red hair, in a goofy purple blouse, glasses half askew on my face, I can't imagine a more pitifully sexed-up look, for a college nerd, as that 'thing' from the book knelt over me. I cried a little, actually... probably from shear terror.
"Oh." it said, finally 'noticing' how vulnerable I was. "Oh, I see. You 'aren't' a witch. Well, that changes things a bit... little girl." it purred, in a thuggish, psycho voice.
It... well... he was probably the best term, since he seemed to have a penis... well... I think that it was a penis... Fuck... actually, let me start all over...
'He' stood about six feet even, on cloven hooves, like a goat.
'He' had muscles like an athlete, and the body and build of a human, beneath a thick coat of rust-colored sleekness.
'He' had a two-foot long tail. Furry, floofy, brushy red, with an unmistakably vulpine white-tip and ring of black.
He had a phallic snout, whiskered and tipped in slick black skin. His face held some kind of overlong leer, filled with fangs, where a human expression should have been... and he had the longest set of pointed goat horns I'd ever seen, sticking out between triangular fox ears.
He was leering at me with his dribbling red 'cock' hanging out of a furry sheathe, and brandishing claws the length of daggers, which he took, and scratched his creme-furred ballsack with.
"So you do know, I'm not here to be your friend... right?"
"What... what are you?!" I managed to gasp, crawling for the door.
"You're kind call me something like... Vulpine incubus. Vulpecubus sounds good, right? Not that you're in any position to debate whether that's correct... nomenclature." he finished, belching sulphurous fumes.
"What do you want?! Go away! Please! I didn't know you'd come if--"
He grabbed me by the throat.
"Ulp!"
Oh god, this is it, I'm going to die I'm going to die oh shit oh shit
"Shut up." he growled, puffing stinky fumes into my face. "You humans, you think you've got a say in shit, even when you're pinned down flat."
I clammed up, more from horror than submission... but it felt... funny. Like I didn't have a... choice.
"Good girl. You did realize now I'm stuck here with you, until you send me back?"
I shook my head. I didn't know squat--I was just reading from the old spellbook I'd brushed off in the attic of this house... here, where I'd settled down to live with my boyfriend.
"You don't know anything, do you? Well, this is priceless. Alright, little girl. Do you know how to screw?"
Should I nod my head to THAT KIND OF REQUEST?! I shook my head no, just out of desperation, and he smiled. He knew.
"Little girl, we're going to have some fun." he grunted, as he finally dropped me to the ground, to catch my breath, and stretched himself all over.
He got down to the ground. He sniffed the ground around me, circled, and layed down torrents of piss.
It stunk. It stunk so bad tears came to my eyes, as he sprayed and sprayed, torrents of scalding, stinky urine, that made steam roll up from the carpet in a foul cloud, around us.
"You're going to be my vixen. He whispered, prodding his whiskered snout against my neck--licking at my ear as he finished the words. You're going to help me get off, inside you, and have lots of 'baby' vulpecubi."
I quivered, as he sat behind me on hooflike legs, curling his tail over into my lap. He started tugging on my shirt.
"All you need is a little attention... and then, before you know it, you won't be able to go back: I'll ride you until your cooch is loose..."
TO BE (MAYBE) CONTINUED...