The Undie Chronicles; Prologue
#1 of The Undie Chronicles
{{ Warning; This story and series will contain mainly m/m yiff, amongst cubs as well as possibly various other creatures. Also, if underwear isn't your thing, I suggest not reading onward.}}
Tyll brought his paw to his muzzle and gave a petite little yawn, his rich green eyes closed and his ears folded back against the side of his head. It took him a moment to acquire his bearings, but when he did he slowly stood to his feet, bending back and bringing his arms up to stretch them.
Tyll was a thirteen year old Fox boy, an orphan for as long as he could remember (Which wasn't long, given that he can't remember much of anything before he was eleven). He had wonderfully vibrant orange fur all over his body, aside from his creamy colored stomach, and black tipped ears and tail. He was very lithe and frail, his physical strength certainly not his strong point. He was nimble however, and quite spry. Currently he was in his sleeping clothes, which were a dirty pair of tan colored pants that were a bit loose along his legs and waist. During his sleep, dew had collected on his fur, and he used his paws to whip the residue from his body, running his fingers through his coat, along his chest, arms, and top hair.
When he was finished, Tyll bent down to pick up the thin layer of fabric he had been using as bedding. He folded it, and inserted it in his travelers bag.
The warm morning summer air was crisp but soothing to the skin. As Tyll picked up the rest of his minimal possessions, he slowly made his way towards the river he had decided to wander along, hoping to come across some river village somewhere down the line.
When he reached the waterfront, Tyll set his things on the ground away from the gently rushing water, and then slowly hooked his thumbs around his pants. Slowly, he slid them down his thighs, past his knees and let them drop to his ankles, stepping out of them. There he then stood, wearing nothing but what he considered to be a bane on his existence.
His underwear, a tight pair of white colored cotton briefs held a secret to them that not Tyll, nor any Wiseman he encountered could figure out. They were endowed with powerful magics, ancient ones from the look of it that made it so that they could never be pull down, opened, ripped, or destroyed in any fashion of the sense. Tyll also never had to go to the bathroom. A sorcerer had once tried to remove the undergarment using powerful magics of his own, but Tyll's whitey-tighties were much too powerfully protected, sigils appeared and the sorcerer nearly lost his hand in the process.
In the end, Tyll never really needed to take them off, he didn't need to use the bathroom ever, and up until recently, where he was just beginning to explore himself, he had no reason to give them much attention. He did need to keep it a secret however, because there were some who wanted to study his underwear, to see where it came from and the kinds of magic it used to seal itself to him. And there were others who upon accidentally finding out about it, became inexplicably nervous or angry with him, telling him to go away. Namely adults.
Tyll never understood any of this, and the only thing that he really cared about at all concerning them was that he guessed they had something to do with his amnesia, which was something he did want to find out about, and he hoped that by finding out about his undies he could find out about his past.
That was his hope, anyways.
Taking anther deep breath, Tyll slowly stepped forward and waded into the gently rushing river water. He gasped and shivered a little, it was a bit chilly in the water but he needed a bath. Once he was about knee deep, he began to run his paws along his legs, cupping water in his paws to wash them. When he was finished, he skipped his groin and began to work on his stomach and chest, moving up to his shoulders, face, and arms. Once all of this was completed, Tyll slowly began to glide his paws back down his damp chest, his fingers sliding across his now perky and sensitive nipples.
This action caused his body to shiver, and as his curiosity grew a little he slowly slid his hands back up his chest, once again rubbing his hard nipples. He let out a quiet moan, and closed his eyes, continuing to run his index and middle finger up and down, pressing them against his tender nipples as they very subtly poked through his fur. He poked, pinched and prodded himself for a moment or two, all the while the crotch of his tight underwear growing, his small boy-hood growing from arousal to tent them.
His tail twitched and he gasped, now bringing one of his hands down to greet his small member which strained against the fabric. Using it, he grasped his member and began to squeeze himself through his underwear, kneading himself up and down. He held his knees together and tried to remain standing as his two hands pulled a double team on him, bringing his arousal way up.
It wasn't long at all before pre started to form at his tip, dampening the undies he wore with his nectar. His nipples became more and more sensitive as his hand played with him, one after another, his other hand busy squeezing against his confined member.
"Nn.." He gasped, holding his knees ever tighter together. It was then that he felt the orgasm build within him, and he quickly tried to react.
He wasn't fast enough however, and as soon as the orgasm wracked his body, Tyll fell onto his soft firm butt, into the water. Quickly he tried to move his hands back to their positions, and he once again started to knead and squeeze himself through the orgasm, causing him to squirm and moan out in self-induced passion, kicking water into the air and soaking his body with water.
After his load had been fully blown in it's cotton prison, Tyll found himself floating on his back in the knee deep river water, slowly flowing with the tide. His tent slowly starting to diminish as it floated barely above the water's surface. He could feel the cum and water mixture soaking his underwear, and the feeling of it made him feel a bit dirty.
Once again he was going to have to go an entire day in his wet underwear.
Breathing in, in order to catch his breath, Tyll slowly stood and tried to clean the cum from his briefs with the river water. He then walked back up the river a little to where his things were and dried himself up the best that he could, squeezing his underwear again, this time to get the water out.
When he was finished, Tyll pulled out the only other piece of clothing that he possessed, a lavender colored tunic, the bottom of which was a bit short, and just barely covered his groin and backside. He ran his hands through his semi-long hair and pulled the tunic over his body, straightening it as best he could. Keeping his tail hanging low, so his backside didn't so, Tyll bent down to pick up his bag and slowly began to march off up the river as he had been for quite awhile now.
Moving on, the wind began to pick up and blew between his legs, causing his tunic to raise a little. Tyll blushed as he felt the cool air pass by his soaking whitey-tighties, making them feel cold against his groin.
The blush deepened as he felt the front of them slowly begin to tent again...