Plaything and Sex Object
Rackun is (c) himself
Tris is (c) me.
And the mouse, horse, and fox probably belong to Rackun now too. :3
This story is very adult.
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Rackun woke in a dark chamber, his muscular arms raised over his head. The large wolf looked up to find his wrists in snug shackles, which were in turn chained to the stone wall he was seated back against. His fur was a rich ruddy brown color, with chocolate masculine fur, seeming to accentuate his massive musculature and giant frame. He looked to be nearly eight feet tall when standing. His gaze drifted around the room, taking it in. It was rather dank and dark, just like they always said a dungeon should be, and the walls were all stone. There was some hay underneath him as some sort of bedding. When he saw this he also noticed that he was naked. He sighed and gave a good yank on the shackles, his massive muscles flexing powerfully. The chains strained and held. "I see you're awake..." The wolf's ears perked and he looked to the source of the low voice.
Stepping out of a door that had not been there the last time he scanned the room was a slender but toned hare, fur like moonlight on fresh snow. He wore only a violet loincloth with four flaps, front and back, side to side, as well as a snug black collar. All of the lepine's flesh that could be seen under the fur was black. He had colored markings on his arms, as well as on his ankles, each one's shape and color evoking a different element. "Are you my Captor?" The wolf rumbled his rich bass voice.
"You might say that." The hare took a few steps closer, and slowly started to swirl one finger, the mark for air starting to grow more lustrous, then finally glow. The air in the chamber started to move and swirl with the finger. Rackun shuddered as the air's motion started to feel like silk ribbons being dragged around and over his exposed loins, causing his heavy shaft to start to emerge from the furry flap of flesh protecting it. "Or I may say you are my Plaything. Such a big strong wolf, helpless to a little bunny like me..."
Rackun tugged harder at the wall, kicking his legs to try to find places for his heels to dig in and give him some sort of leverage against the stubborn chains. Each time he flexed his corded arms, the shackles dug in hard on his wrists, until the metal seemed to be cutting into his circulation more each time. He finally stopped, going limp against the wall and panting, only now realizing that his captor had been using his powers to tease his arousal fully into the open the whole time, his shaft standing from between his corded thighs about four feet out, the whole thing nearly a foot thick! "Dammit..." the wolf panted softly.
"I have some boys who were admiring your body when you were out in the forest near my castle here who want to meet you..." The hare chuckled and stepped aside, revealing an orange fox, a slender brown stallion, and a timid effete mouse. All three were naked and already aroused. "Go get him boys..."
The fox grinned and dove forwards, latching himself to the underside of the shaft, and starting to lick and nuzzle happily. Rackun groaned and strained at the chains once more at the pleasure he felt ripple through his member and out through his body. The grey mouse timidly stepped over and instead of going for Rackun's member, he attached himself to the very well defined lats under his raised arm, nuzzling and rubbing his paws over the muscles there. The bound wolf panted softly, looking down and looking out around his thick arm to watch, his tongue starting to loll from his jaws. The horse rubbed over his own mottled shaft, not nearly as thick as the wolf's own, starting to point it towards the dribbling lupine cumslit. Rackun groaned, watching the equine start to press his shaft into his own, panting at the stretching sensation at his slit and working down the urethra. The horse started to thrust as the fox clung tighter to the underside of the shaft, rubbing where the equine member bulged the lupine's own, causing both to moan out. The little mouse traced the creases in the massive muscles slowly and tenderly, murring under his breath, his erection finding a snug crease of musculature and grinding there as his paws started to roam up to rub pecs and traps. Rackun panted softly at the assault of affections, tilting his head to tenderly lick the mouse as best he could. The mouse took this as an invitation, sliding around to grind his mousey member into the big wolf's navel, starting to worship his chest with paws and tongue as his long naked tail made a coil around the shaft.
The hare grinned broadly at this point and started to chant something under his breath. The mouse gave out a loud moan, not noticing that his tail was starting to sink into the flesh of the wolf's massive cock, continuing his worship of Rackun's chest. The fox, however, was moaning and writhing constantly as he found himself forced to press his legs into the wolf's sheath below the member, and for a moment his feet could be seen bulging the swollen lupine scrotum, before they melted away, the fox's hips seeming to fuse into the base of the member he was worshiping. The equine did not seem to be effected by the spell quite yet, thrusting harder and harder. The fox whined softly as his torso seemed to stretch out, his arms getting forced to hug the cock tight as his head soon was level with the cockhead of the wolf. The equine let out a deep moan as he felt a tongue on his shaft, not realizing that the fox's muzzle and the cumslit of the wolf had become one and the same. The fox whined through his nose, but suckled the thrusting equine cock as his own features started to melt away, adding to the mass of the cock he so loved.
The mouse felt compelled to press his paws firmly into the snug crevasse between Rackun's pecs, smiling up at the captive wolf, who only could stare as his muscles started to flex instinctually, drawing the mouse's arms in gradually to an unknown inside of his body, and when their chests met again, he felt the arms spread and stroke around, and mouse paws bulged different muscle groups on his body from the inside, in the same loving rubs as from before. The mouse ducked his head down, the spreading of his arms drawing him deeper, causing the muscles the close up behind his head and shoulders, leaving the small of his back and his legs outside the wolf, who now saw that the mouse's tail turned into a vein on his cock!
The hare licked his lips at the show, his loincloth having failed its purpose as soon as he had grown aroused, and was cast aside soon after. He watched the worshippers getting claimed by his captive wolf one by one, the fox left as nothing but some orange fur on the lupine scrotum now, and the mouse' lower back appeared to be growing abs, or he was just merging into place. Somehow the mouse's muzzle and paws continued to bulge different muscle groups with loving rubs and nuzzles, causing the wolf to flex them almost instinctually, which drew the rodent back inward, where he now belonged. Before long the mouse had been reduced to a throbbing vein on the monstrously huge member and a pleasure trail of grey fur leading from the cleft of Rackun's pecs down to become pubic fur adorning his sheath, where the mouse had curled his legs around. Every so a bicep would show a paw pressing from inside, or a peck would form a mouse muzzle, but this was becoming less frequent with every flex his body made to keep the mouse inside, in his new home.
By now the equine realized he was by no means safe, but found himself unable to pull away more than just to thrust once more, his hooved paws working over the top of the shaft, where he felt compelled to rub down further and further, until he was laying atop it. Surely enough he found it harder and harder to thrust, his own cock gaping within. He cried out in orgasm as he hilted and his cock fused in place, opening wide and stretching, working its way down a bit, while he whinnied with dismay, feeling his chest sinking into the cock flex, feeling something weird in his throat as his digestive track and reproductive track merged, his backed up seed spurting from his muzzle before it too sank into the cock. He looked up pleadingly at Rackun, who could only moan as he watched his body claim another male. A mouse muzzle slid out of his bicep and he blushed as it managed to kiss his cheek before his body gave a flex, dragging the mouse back in possessively. Meanwhile the horse's bubble butt was forming into a new, fatter glans for the lupine cock, his legs drawing up to fuse to the underside of the shaft, alongside the torso of the fox who had become the new urethral ridge. The wolf shuddered and as the tail vanished he howled, spraying forth a powerful orgasm. He came for what seemed like hours, unknowingly striking his captor with every shot, the hare turning to allow the jets of cum coat him evenly.
When Rackun came to his senses he found that he was still semi hard, and that the jizz coated hare was now standing right in front of his cock, nursing his own large erection. "Sweet wolfie of mine, I'd like to join with you like the others, if only for a little while." He said as he gestured to the cock, which flexed by itself and the cumslit gaped open. The soaked hare sat down and pressed his feet into the gaping slit, which started to suck needfully, eager to devour the wolf's captor, perhaps out of obedience, perhaps vengeance. "I'll let you go after this, sweetie... But you'll still be mine." He winked, even as his hips were drawn into the ravenous cock, the feeling of a living being getting drawn in making it hard again, causing it to heft the hare up into the air. The wolf whimpered in confusion and pleasure, writhing against his bonds more intently than ever. His captor stroked along the cumslit banding his waist, before stuffing his paws in at his sides, relaxing and just letting gravity and the cock's peristaltic motions draw him deeper and deeper, closing his eyes, "Mmmm... Good boy..." He muttered to his captive as his chest slid out of sight. Rackun was so confused, and wished that his shackles would come undone soon. Every so often he'd feel a loving nuzzle and know the mouse was still traveling about, worshiping his form instead of sleeping like the horse and fox had done after they were incorporated into his body, and whatever muscle effected would spasmodically flex to draw its own captive back in. The hare kissed the edge of the wolf's cumslit tenderly as his head was drawn in, soon a pair of long tattooed ears remaining, but they were soon slurped up wetly afterwards.
Rackun felt the form of his captor glide down and get curled up in his left nut. As soon as the hare was curled up in there, there was a spark above his head, and the wolf found his arms falling down to lay at his sides. He groaned, and the door to freedom opened across the room from him. He whimpered, barely able to move at first, before he felt a rich gurgling in his sac. He was rejuvenated by whatever was happening to the hare and he grunted, heavily padding across the room, his hard cock leaking pre copiously, splattering the stones beneath his feet. He looked back at the room, and stroked his body, feeling a mouse muzzle between his fingers, giving it an affectionate stroke before purposefully flexing his muscles, whispering, "Mine..." He gave a grin, and felt that whatever the hare had done to him, he could control now. He headed out, in search of new admirers to practice on...
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