The Tinkerbell
5-11-2008 @ 08:31
AN: The following was written in...12 hours, no sleep, and with a muse riding my ass with a whip (She really wanted it done as soon as possible). All errors should be considered "bonus treasures" that you need to find, and of course this contains smut (miniscule amount) and barely any actual scenery. This is mostly text, talk, and more text. When I wake up in about... 08:30? Damn O.o when I wake up in about ..... 6 - 8 hours, I'll probably remove this on the premise that it's a horrible piece of work -.-
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The Tinkerbell
"Police are dubbing him the name 'Tinkerbell'. This vigilante has been called a menace by upstanding citizens, describing him as a nuisance that attracts gang bangers. Every single eyewitness has called him a black angel. Eyewitness' claim that he wears bells upon his wrists and ankles. These eyewitness' claim that the bells work, but that they make no sound when he doesn't want them to. The only way you know he's there is the chime like tingle of a bell that sounds out when a fist or foot makes contact with his opponent. The police are offering a five-"
"Catching up on yourself?" Lance jerked away from his friend, Chris, the bells upon his wrists and ankles jangling.
"Yeah right. You know me, I'm more likely to run away screaming in the opposite direction. This guy is something else though. You know he's only around when someone's about to get raped? To me, it sounds fishy. I mean, how many times can one guy, just one guy, stop fifteen women from being raped in one night? It's not possible. They're all over the city too. You know I'm a decent runner, but I aint that fast. Also-" Chris held up her hand
"Chill, chill, I wasn't saying you were Tinkerbell, just that you have his get up." Lance glared up at her from the school library's lounge chair.
"I had my bells long before this guy did. I grew up with my parent's damned religion. Just because some nut decides he's going to wear some muffled bells upon his wrists and ankles, doesn't mean it's me." Chris smiled, her lips parting enough to show a glint of teeth. Chris was a Collie morph. Well.. that in itself requires an explaination.
The morphs arose through genetic experimentation by a deranged scientist by the name of Dr Humbert Farnsworth. Somehow he created a gene bomb. He released this targeted gene bomb in an invitro fertilisation clinic, three sperm banks, and four meternity hospitals. Nothing happened for several years, and he was put in an asylum for being a nut. After the fourth year, the gene bomb activated. Every single person infected by the gene bomb had their molecular structure drastically changed. Every child conceived after the activation of the gene virus, was spliced with whatever fragment of animal DNA was introduced into the mother's system.
The first to be realised, were those humans society called zoophiles and beastialists. Some veterinarians were accused of the same such, but some of them had rare halfbreed children, and not even the most hardened of beastialists would risk laying with one of those creatures without severely hampering their ability to rend flesh. A short internal socialogical upheaval later, and the furres were proclaimed a race of humanity. That was four hundred and seven years ago. Now, humanity was a rare find. The gene virus attached itself to humans, and every furre was infected. Some accepted their fate, but a few humans stick to their species, and their species only. These humans call themselves purists, select their children's mate from birth, and wear bands upon their arms so that everyone knows what they are.
Lance was born into one of these families, grew up with the hate contained within them, and despised his life. Untill he had the fortune of meeting Chris. She was the first furre he had ever met, and she taught him a few valuable things, after setting him on his ass when he and some friends tried to beat her to death.
Chris hugged him to her chest, the back of the lounge the only thing stopping her from rubbing her decently sized chest into his back. "I'm sorry for insinuating you were this Tinkerbell guy. This guy only defends Furre fems, so I know it can't be you. I'm not ripping on you or anything, but your species would kill you if they knew you were the one doing it, and you're too much of a survivalist to be doing stuff like this."
Lance reround the recording he'd made earlier so he could watch what he'd missed. He started it again, the tiger female's purry voice whispering towards him. "-ntact with his opponent. The police are offering a five hundred dollar reward for information that will lead to the arrest of Tinkerbell." The tigress smiled daintily at the camera, her fur pattern allowing her to perform the facial expression without appearing menacing. "On to the sports section-" Lance cut the power, thankfull for the few minutes of information he'd gotten from the news program.
"How come you hang around me?" Lance turned so that he could see Chris' face, and her mismatched eyes, one blue, one green. She brought her hand up from his chest and rubbed his head gently. "I mean, it's not like I don't like you or anything, it's just strange to see you humans around us furres. There's good and bad on both sides, but more on yours."
"Chris..." Chris ducked her head.
"Sorry, I know you don't like me talking like that, and I'm glad for your friendship. Not many furres can boast about having a human for a friend, though not many want to anyway."
"Chris...."
"Sorry, I just really like you and I get all flustered when you don't appreciate me." Chris battered her eyes at him, putting on an innocent, pouty expression. Lance in turn, grinned and waved his hand at her.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm Tinkerbell." His smirking grin was only for her, she was the only one he ever smiled for. Then again, she was the only one who had a decent sense of humour.
Chris removed her hands from him, touching them to her breast. "Oh, my heart, it bleeds for thee. Thine wound is deep and mournfull." She flashed her eyes at him, her body laughing at him. His smirk grew, just a hint of teeth showing.
"Were my wound so painfull, angels would weep at your passing. Were my wound so deep, my love for thee would heal it." Chris chuckled first, then laughed outright, getting severe looks from the librarians at their desk by the entrance/exit.
"Why aren't you in the poetry group? I know you've got tonnes of poems, and you can write so fluently and eloquently-" Lance raised an eyebrow, staring at her in a type of stunned horror.
"How do you even know that word?" Chris blinked, then realised what he'd meant.
"But you do! That poem you wrote about me, the Collared Collie? That was poetry in motion. Everyone in the poetry group wants to meet you, and hear the poems you write because of it." Chris stopped speaking, covering her muzzle and looking shocked. Lance put his gear away into his pack, gave her a single glance, and left the library.
"Lance! I'm sorry!" She raced after him, but lost the smaller human in the crowd of furres who were moving towards their classes. "Lance..." Chris blinked back tears, knowing that she just might have destroyed the tenuous friendship she'd had with the human.
"Lance!" Lance kept walking, his back stiff and angry. Chris knew she'd fucked up bad by telling him she'd shared his poem about her with the group. He'd told her she could have it on one condition, and that condition had been that she never show it to anyone else.
"Lance, please!" Lance kept walking, ignoring her cries. His heart was frosted over with a deep, cold rage. He felt completely and utterly betrayed by her actions. He intended to fully remove her from his life, though he was having trouble doing such.
Tear tracks traced down Chris' face, her heart broken at losing her friend because of something so stupid. He was the only human that would ever talk to her, and the only one she'd give benefits to if he liked her that way.
School had finished hours ago, but already she felt like it had been forever since she'd seen him. Lance had always been with her, always within reach by phone, provided his parents weren't aware. Now it was like he was on another planet. She knew what she'd done wrong, but she had no idea how to fix it. If an appology would have worked, she would have done it that way.
As she looked out over the streets behind her parent's house, she came upon the realisation that she had to make an appology, in person, to Lance. Already her mind thought of the different streets and passages that would lead to his house, and the risks each contained.
His parents lived in the very heart of human territory, and was one of the hardest to reach places. If she made it there at all, she'd be lucky. If she made it there completely unharmed and unmolestered, it'd be a miracle. Even so, knowing the risks, she had to go, she had to appologise. Lance meant more to her than she'd ever realised. Chris almost considered him as boyfriend material, but knowing he couldn't defend himself in a fight was the one thing stopping her from asking him out.
Glancing at the time, Chris wondered when it'd be best to try and get there. The sooner she went the better, though she had to keep in mind what times the anti furre gangs operated in. Lance had told her to stay away between five and eight. It was now eight thirty, so now was probably the best time to go.
Making up her mind, Chris grabbed a bag and stuffed a few items in it, money, a change of clothes, and an alarm that Lance had given her. She paused in putting the alarm in her bag, wondering if she should take it or not. He had given it to her, and gotten really scary. He had made her promise, in blood, to never use it unless her very life depended upon it.
She still wasn't sure if he was pulling her tail or not, because the alarm looked like a jet flame lighter. She closed her eyes, a tear dropping as she gripped it in her fist, her heart crying out. Chris blinked rapidly, then stuffed the lighter into her bag, her heart heavy, yet set in it's course. She would go to Lance's house, and appologise in person.
She jumped from her open window and landed quietly. She took off running, jumping over the low fence of her parent's small propperty, and leaving the warm yellow light of her bedroom. It took her about a half an hour to reach human territory on foot, and a further ten minutes to find Lance's scent trail.
If she had've been using her eyes and ears instead of her nose, she wouldn't have walked down that dead end, and she wouldn't have walked into ten armed humans.
"Well looky here." Chris froze, her heart filled with terror and dread. She turned to run back the way she came, and found two humans blocking her path. One of the ones behind her wrapped their arm around her neck, then grabbed her left breast with the other hand.
"My my, bitches like you shouldn't be wandering around human territory. You dogs will learn to lie at your master's feet." Chris instinctively kicked backwards with her heel, catching the human a glancing blow to his groin. She gurgled as the arm around her throat tightened to the point of almost crushing her windpipe.
"Ha! She got you good Mark, maybe you should let a real man show you how to use a dog?" One of the humans in front of her swaggered towards her, his dark skin the only reason she could tell him apart from the other humans. The one holding her snarled at him.
"I caught her, so the bitch is mine, you can just wait." Chris fumbled at her bag, trying to open it and reach for the lighter.
"Oops, sorry, can't have you going for anything like a gun, can we?" Another one of the humans behind her ripped her bag from her, causing her to cry out as her only chance out of this was ripped from her. She heard the bag being tipped over, and the small amount of contents being dumped upon the street.
Another human stepped infront of her, grabbed one side of her shirt, and ripped it open, much to her shock. Her bra kept most of her flesh from spilling out at the assault, but then he grabbed a knife. She felt it bite into her fur as the blade sawed at the small strip of fabric between the two cups. He furred breasts felt the coldness of the night as her bra was sliced cleanly in half.
"She's got a nice pair for a dog." The human's filthy hands cupped her breasts, squeezing cruelly.
"STOP IT!!!!!" Chris screamed, struggling desperately against the humans.
"Hey, this bitch only has cash, clothes, and a lighter. What the fuck's she doing here with this stuff?" The human rifling through her bag. She kicked at the one in front, then snapped at the one holding her. She broke free and dived for the lighter Lance had given her.
"Whu?!" She scraped along the grimy alley and scrabbled for the lighter, gripping it firmly in her two furred hands. She tried to depress the trigger, but her hands were shaking too badly.
"Bitch!" The hit came out of nowhere, sending her sprawling into the gutter.
"The fuck she want a lighter for?" The one who had hit her bent down and picked it up, the rest of the humans edging in around her. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out one of the most highly illegal items in the world. A cigarette. He depressed the trigger, and a jet of flame appeared. He touched the end of the tube to the open flame, and puffed lightly. He blew the smoke into Chris' face, and she scrunched up her face at the acrid scent of death and decay.
"Fuck her." Chris' heart stopped, beat again, then stopped. The one who had been holding her looked shocked.
"But what about the G Virus?" The one smoking clapped him over the head.
"Wear a condom dickhead." Chris stared at her only hope, her heart breaking at Lance's betrayal. It was a lighter, and only a lighter. She had been an idiot to think it was anything special. She had been an idiot to trust Lance, a human.
She didn't feel the groping hands that pulled down her dress, nor the sharp pain as her panties were physically and violently jerked from her crotch, to the gasps of the humans surrounding her.
"Who's gonna be first to pop the Virgin?"
"How ya know she's a V?"
The human pointed to her Y shaped sex. "She's closed, only virgins are closed. If they receive any treatment at all, even from themselves, their lips are always parted. She's tight, and a virgin." Chris crossed her legs involountarily, her despair a palpable thing.
The first of the ten humans grabbed at her sex with his dirty fingers, making her pull away. He grabbed her by her right tit, yanked her towards him, then slapped her hard. Chris' eyes watered immediately, tears streaming down her face and fur. She gave up on all hope of any type of rescue.
The sound of a crack echoed through the alley, along with the faint tinkle of a bell. A human tumbled through the alley, rolling untill he crashed into a dumpster. "What the fuck?!?" The humans not busy with trying to screw Chris, got up to face the person intruding upon their fun. They faced the alley entrance, looking for whoever or whatever had hit their friend.
Another solid hit came out of nowhere, the tinkle of a bell echoing around the alley as he slammed head first into a wall. The humans backed up, completely unable to see where the hell the attacks were coming from. Three strikes came out of the darkness. Three bells sounded. Three humans fell to the ground unconscious, two with a fist imprint upon their cheeks, and one with a foot imprint that wrapped around one side of his face, to the back of his head.
The one that had been trying to screw Chris, got up, belted his jeans up, and turned to face the alley entrance. Half of them were already on the ground, the five remaining humans, pulled out knives, intending to defend themselves. That's when he stepped out of the shadows. That's when they saw who they were facing. Clothed completely in black, he radiated so much malice, it was like a physical force that invaded their brains, letting them know they were seconds from facing his fury. Gold bells were attatched to his wrists and ankles by black bands. He stepped towards them, and they stepped backwards. The bells made no sound.
"Ge-" The strike was so quick a high speed camera wouldn't have been able to capture it. The bell rang out with the strike, and the sound of a clothed fist connecting with a human skull cracked through the silence of the darkness. The human that was speaking crumpled, Tinkerbell taking another step forwards.
"We're fucked."
Tinkerbell's deep, deep voice came out slightly muffled from the cloth covering his mouth. "Yes, yes you are." Three more quick strikes took all but Chris' intended rapist down. The bells echoed upon each strike, silence the only sound afterwards. He brought up his knife, intending to slice it down and cut Tinkerbell. He even got so far as to start his attack, bringing the knife up, then swinging it down.
The pure fury contained within the next few steps left a taint in the alley that would stay there for years to come. Tinkerbell stopped the strike with one hand, then back handed the man's head with such force, it broke his neck in three places, killing him almost instantly.
The corpse dropped, the single ring of the bell sounding angry as it echoed from the walls. The malicious rage that had been flowing from him faltered and dissipated. In complete silence, he bent down and picked up the items Chris had lost. He put them back in her bag and slung it over his shoulder. He then bent down and carefully picked up Chris' inert form, her mind shut down from the horror that had been about to happen to her. A single tear dropped from his right eye to fall upon Chris' face fur.
"Were my wound so deep, my love for thee would heal it." He leaned down and placed a clothed kiss upon the top of Chris' head. He turned and quickly walked from the alley, being careful not to bump Chris too much on his way to her home.
"NOOOOOO!" Chris tumbled out of her bed, clawing and screeching, kicking instinctively. She screamed again as her door was broken down, her father's large collie frame blocking the hallway light.
"Chrissy?" Chris stopped her screaming, clutching at the sheets and sobbing. Her father came in and sat down on her bed, his arm wrapping gently around her. "Hunny, are you okay..?" In between sobs, Chris nodded. "You sure?" Again Chris nodded. Her father sighed before kissing the top of her head. "If you're sure. Try to get some sleep, you look like you've been up all night." Chris nodded, tears leaking down her face. Her father sighed again and shook his head. He got up and left her room, even though he felt he should stay. He gently closed her door after he turned the light on for her. "Good night sweety."
Chris stared at the window with wide open eyes, seeing her bag underneath the windowsill. Even from the bed she could see that it was dirty, frayed, and had scuff marks upon it. She almost ran to it and tipped it out upon her floor. The change of clothes she had put in it were grimy, covered in all sorts of filth. She counted the money, knowing exactly how much she'd put in, and was shocked to find that she had an extra fifteen cents. She shook out her clothes, and immediately jumped upon the lighter. She grasped it to her chest, weeping. Just by the condition of her stuff, she knew it wasn't a nightmare. She knew that-
Were my wound so deep, my love for thee would heal it.
"Impossible." Chris stared at the lighter. That person in black, Tinkerbell, he had said what Lance had... She paused in the thought. It wasn't possible, was it? Her mind twirled in circles, trying to find the truth. She had been going to Lance's house, she knew that. She had been almost raped when ... when ... The image of her intended rapist having his neck snapped caused her to stand up, stick her head out the window, and regurgitate what she ate for dinner earlier.
Her stomach completely empty, her legs gave out, and she fell upon her back, tears forming. She crawled towards her bed, grabbed her blankets, and rolled herself up in them. She fell asleep upon the floor, shivering in terror at the unknown.
"Chris. I'm sorry, I overreacted yesterday. You wanted to share the poem with others who you thought would appreciate it. I'm sorry." Chris nodded, her feelings hidden behind a mask. She held a certain item behind her back, desperate to know, but fearing what she'd do if what she was thinking turned out to be true. She traced her thumb upon the trigger, gently applying pressure to it.
"Lance.." Lance stopped, that same laughing, happy expression cracked slightly. Chris depresssed the trigger, igniting the jet flame, and causing a painful, earpiercing whine to scream.
"Ahh!" Lance, and every single furre clamped their hands to their ears, trying to stop the painful scream from entering their heads.
Chris dropped the lighter in shock, the ear piercing scream shutting off immediately. For the second time in as many days, Chris felt despair fill her heart as she saw the look of murderous rage in Lance's eyes. She watched as he knelt and picked up the lighter, then followed him as he firmly gripped her wrist and tugged. She followed him out of the library, down the stairs, and out onto the school's oval. She followed him as he jumped the fence and went down the pathway behind the school. He took a deviation and tugged her under some overhanging branches that completely obscured them from the view of passers by. He dropped her wrist and turned to face her.
"So now you know." The same deep voice from last night came out of Lance's mouth, substantially less muffled. Chris' heart jumped into her throat. She didn't know what to do. She knew who he was. Having watched the news this morning, she knew what he had done in order to protect her. She also knew that she wasn't the only one who had the lighter/alarm. Being a furre, she knew about, and accepted death more easily than humans. The one thing that had been stopping her from asking him out was gone, she now knew he was an extremely good fighter, able to defend himself and others.
"I love you." The words about to form in Lance's mouth stopped, leaving his mouth open and gaping. His shocked expression was enough for her to push her luck. Chris tentatively reached towards him and pulled him into a hug. When he didn't fight or pull away, she rested her head on top of his. She counted herself lucky to be several inches taller than him, it allowed her to hold him just right.
"Chris.." Chris tightened her grip upon him, her heart stuttering. She couldn't take rejection, not after seeing what he'd done for her. "Chris I.."
"Please, just let me hold you. I've loved you ever since our second week together. The only thing that stopped me from asking you out was the fact that you couldn't defend yourself. Well.. that and you're a purebred human. Your species frowns upon inter-special sex. Everytime I joked about loving you, I meant it. I tried not to let you know I meant it, because you were always so indifferent about it. I-" Chris stopped speaking as Lance's arms completed the hug, wrapping his arms around her back.
"I love you too Chris... The thought of those animals touching you... I just lost control. I killed for you. I took a life. I'm a monster." Chris felt him shudder against her, and now understood just how to be the perfect mate for him. Leaning back, she saw tears leaking down his face, and gently kissed the streamers. The tears slowed to a crawl before stopping. She licked at his cheeks before kissing his forehead. She would be his emotional shield, and he would be her physical defence. She would be strong for him, like the way he was strong for her.
"Chris, I can't. I'm human, you're a furre." Chris frenched him, rolling her tongue in his mouth and rubbing against him. She dropped the kiss, rubbing her forehead against his.
"I don't care. I want you. Not just for now, I want you for life. I want you to be my life mate. My dad'll understand, and my mom's human. She understands all about the purebreeds." Chris let go of Lance and started unbuttoning her shirt, which caused Lance to turn around in embarrassement. A grin formed upon Chris' muzzle and she quickly stripped off her shirt. Reaching behind herself she unclipped her bra, shrugging out of it easily. She yanked down her dress and kicked off her panties, unconsciously tucking her tail up between her legs to cover her privates.
"You can turn around now." Lance sighed dramatically.
"You kno-" He froze mid turn and stared. Chris grabbed him and pulled him against her fur, her tail pulling away from her front to wag behind her in delight. He liked her- She paused in that thought, and gently shifted herself up and down his front. The lump grew in size. Her tail wagging increased. He really liked her. "Chris!"
Chris hugged him tightly to her, delighting in the fact that he could knock her out in a second if he wanted to, but he was struggling weakly against her. That meant he liked her and wanted this as well, but didn't want to be the decision maker. That was fine with her, she wanted to be the agressor. She wanted to know that she owned him, that he was hers as much as she was his.
"Chris!" He pushed at her shoulders, she in turn rubbed her crotch into his.
"I want you to be my first." Lance froze. Chris took advantage of his shock by undoing his shorts and yanking them down his legs. She hugged him to her with one arm as she used the other hand to rub his cock through his underwear. The groan of pleasure she got was very promising, as was the sudden surge his dick made into her hand. Chris licked at his neck, giving 'doggy' kisses.
"Chris .. I ... I love you, I swear, but I have a wife. My parents intend for me to marry Elizabeth Stromgard." The beastial growl that came from Chris made him look at her in a whole new light.
"If I infect you, the marriage will be off. Your parents and Elizabeth's parents wont want collie's as children." The thought of Lance with another fem immediately filled her with rage. She wanted to track her down and challenge her to hand to hand combat for the right of Lance as her mate. She tugged down on his underwear, stretching the fabric beyond it's limits. His smooth skin rubbed against her furred knuckles, his manhood springing up to full blooded stiffness. She lowered his cock a bit, and rubbed herself against him. The feeling of his cock rubbing just underneath her cunt was such a turn on that she was getting hot from the attention.
"Chris .. we can't.." Chris grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head before gripping his shaft and pulling back. She brought her head close to his and prepared herself. She gently positioned herself, rubbing his cockhead against her moist entrance, then pushed him partly into herself. She gave a gasp of pleasure as Lance moaned, all traces of his former resistance melting away. Chris got a firm, two handed grip upon his ass, and prepared for the pain. She jerked him harshly into her, yelped, and reflexively bit into Lance's left shoulder and chest/shoulder blade.
Even though she had injured him, he still managed to bring his right hand up far enough to rub at her ears. He felt pure pleasure from his dick as Chris' vagina rippled around his length, her soft heat getting him harder than he ever thought possible. Chris opened her jaws and started licking at the bloody holes in his skin, tears leaking from her eyes.
"It's okay, you were a virgin. I should feel your pain as you feel it, don't ya think?" Chris hugged him to her, twitching around his dick as a ripple of pleasure ran through her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it'd be that bad." Lance nodded.
"This is going to be a little hard. Would you prefer we lie down or something first?" Chris stared at him, shocked that she couldn't think far enough ahead to take that into account.
"My room." Lance raised an eyebrow.
"Now?" Chris shook her head at his question.
"My dad'd freak. After school. Today's one of his long days, so he wont be home untill late. Mom's from a purebreed family, so she'll understand." She gave thanks to all listening that she had had the foresight to change her bedding when she woke up this morning. She rocked forwards upon Lance's dick, enjoying the hardness that penetrated her, touching places that had never been touched before in her life.
"Chris.." Chris stopped, let him go, and removed herself from him, immediately feeling the loss of his cock from her depths. She could smell her scent upon him. Even though she hadn't really fucked him, he was hers. When he came in her, she would finally be his.
"Thank the gods the roots here absorb any and all dirt that touches them. Our clothes will only need a light dusting, and we can wear them." Lance bent over and picked up his near strangled underwear. He shook his head and chucked them into the river behind them. He pulled up his jeans and belted them. He bent down and picked up his shirt, shook it out, and pulled it over his head. "Do you think we'll be missed from school?"
Chris shook her head. "We were gone maybe twenty minutes. Lunch is forty-five, we should be able to make it in time if we jog." Lance grabbed her and kissed her lips.
"I love you Chris." Chris smiled before kissing him back.
"I love you too Lance." She rubbed her face into his, before making sure she was dressed propperly. Her panties were as destroyed as Lance's were. She kicked them into the same creek, and made a mental note to sit with her legs together during class.
"C'mon!" Lance tugged her towards the school, leading her through the circular pathways that were almost maze like.
They made it back just as the second end of lunch bell sounded, which meant they had to be in classes now.
"Library after school?" Lance nodded. As Chris turned to go, Lance pressed the lighter into her hands.
"Just in case." Chris nodded and left for her class. As she opened the door to History, every Furre in the room turned to face her. The teacher flared her nostrils, then she smiled.
"Welcome to the world Chrisanna." Chris' face fur fluffed and she quickly sat, taking out her history book.
Lance got a similar treatment, though his was more negative. The moment he stepped into his Biology classroom, the aggression levels picked up tremendously. The teacher pointed to a student, who stood and approached the teacher's podium. The older wolf walked towards him, gripped him by his shoulder, causing him to wince, and dragged him outside. The jangling of his bells made the few confused humans in the classroom wince.
The wolf dragged him far enough around the corner that no one wold see, then he made a demand.
"Remove your shirt." Lance blinked up at him, showing the nervous/unsure face he used for everyone.
"Why..?" Lance readied himself into a deffensive stance as the wolf's hackles raised and a low growl trickled from his throat.
"If you have scratches, you raped someone. If you have bite marks, it was consentual." A tremor of fear touched Lance's heart.
"I need to go." He pushed past the teacher, his mind working in overtime.
"You're not going anywhere!" The claws came out and Lance reacted. The bells rang out upon each of his strikes, placed just far enough apart to make the teacher wheeze.
"You don't understand. If you can smell me, about twenty horny males can smell her. I need to get to her now. God help any of them if they lay a hand upon her." Lance ran down the cement stairs, racing towards Chris' History classroom.
A minute away from reaching her classroom, the earpiercing scream shouted from his bells, dropping him instantly. Lance brought the bell bracelet upon his right wrist to his face, turning untill the red dot appeared. He raced towards the female's toilets, knowing that any male in there was dead.
He tried the door to the female's toilets, and found it locked. He knocked once and heard his name half screamed, half muffled. Tightening his hand into a fist, he pulled it back, and shot it at the lock. The deadbolt upon the other side of the door was ripped from the wood and tile surrounding it, the sound of a gunshot ricocheting around the tiles of the room.
Stepping into the female's toilets, Lance saw blood red as three males were struggling hard to keep Chris in a restrained position as a fourth was trying to screw her. Chris saw him, and immediately stopped moving. Thinking she had given up the fight, the males relaxed their hold upon her slightly. Lance turned into a tinkling whirlwind of pain as he launched himself into the furres, lashing out with punches and kicks, uncaring if he inlficted fatal injuries or not.
In three seconds, all four males were on the floor, and Chris was gently holding onto him. A couple of furres ducked their heads into the female's restrooms to check what the noise was, and immediately went after the highest authority possible. Lance made sure Chris was unharmed, apart from her ruffled clothes and mussed fur. Chris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and frenched him. Lance frenched her back, trying to copy what her tongue was doing to him.
"I think I need to go home now." Lance nodded.
"I think that will have to wait." Lance's murderous rage triggered at hearing a male voice, and only Chris' hands around his shoulders prevented him from attacking whoever was at the door.
"Mr Yelksins." Lance wrestled with himself, shunting his rage and locking it down. He slowly turned around and saw the ram that was the school's headmaster.
"Lance, I want you in my office immediately."
"Not without her." A flicker of rage passed across his furred features.
"She will be fine on her ow-" Lance slammed his fist into the tiled cement, and pushed his fist through the wall. A single bead of sweat trickled down the right hand side of Mr Yelksins' face.
'"She can come with." Chris let go of Lance long enough to pick up the lighter beside one of her intended rapists. "I'll take that." Yelksins held out his hand for the lighter, all lighters being illegal for the use in lighting cigarettes. A single glare from Lance and he dropped his hand. "Keep the lighter." Yelksins turned and clopped out of the female's toilets. Lance followed, Chris holding onto his hand tightly and trailing after him.
"I always thought it was one of your kind." Lance said nothing, while Chris looked confused. "So you're the one called Tinkerbell. The police are after your arrest for killing an unarmed civilian."
"He was the only one trying to physically rape Chris, he is the only death to my name." Chris moved infront of Lance, her instinct to protect her mate being triggered by the line of questioning.
"We are going home now. My mother will be in touch with you concerning the information that was discussed in this room. Should you try to seek reperations for the injuries incurred by the furres in the female's toilets, I will gladly press charges against those males for attempted rape." Chris took ahold of Lance and tugged him out of the principle's office, taking him out the front gate.
"Lance, I need you to stay as calm as possible. Let me walk in first. My mom's one of the strongest anti human radicals there is, and she has a lot of reason to be one. She came from one of the highest ranking purebreed families, third in line from the royal tree." Lance nodded after a moment, and Chris took a deep breath. She walked up to the door and rang the bell.
"I'll get it!" Chris' eyes widened at the sound of her father's voice. She was half turned towards Lance as the door opened, and her father's frame filled up the door. "Chris? What ar-" His nostrils flared once, then twice. A deep, threatening growl echoed out from deep inside his throat. "Where..?" He spotted Lance and lunged forwards, claws ready to rip and tear.
"Daddy No!" Lance reacted to the threat, and kept in mind the fact that this was Chris' father. Every single strike that was intended to mortally wound or injure him was blocked, the gentle ringing of his bells the only sound.
"Lars?" Chris' father turned towards the open door.
"Don't come out here Janet!" Lance struck with his first attack, hitting the side of Lars' face and making him wobble with the force.
Chris tried to stop her mother from coming out, but the woman was determined to help her husband, and the jangling of her bells alerted Lance to his opponent.
"Lars!" Janet came flying at him with a series of kicks and strikes, her bells singing with each and every one of her movements. Lance defended almost casually against her, his ears pinpointing the strikes as they occured, his bells tinkling as he blocked her strikes, and only when he blocked. He saw her red bands before she saw his black ones.
Then Lars rejoined the fight, and Lance stopped holding back. He stopped defending and attacked. It was all Chris' parents could do to deflect his blows away from them, gaining minimum damage, but damage all the same.
"STOP!" Lance froze, his fist a hair's breadth away from crushing Lars' snout and killing him. The breeze of the stopped attack blew into his face, his eyes watering. Janet however, didn't stop. She landed three kicks to his ribs before striking the side of his face. Chris dived for Lance and covered him with her body.
"STOP HITTING MY MATE!"
"Chris.. you don't understand!" Chris stood up and rounded upon her mother.
"No, _ you _ don't understand! Lance is my life mate. He's the one I chose. I know what he is, I know what he's capable of doing, but we love each other. We haven't fucked, he only took my virginity. I intend to take his in my bed sometime today or tonight. He killed to stop me being raped, and he put four furres in hospital when they tried to rape me shortly after we came back from... what dad can smell. The principle is intending to turn him in because he knows Lance is Tinkerbell." Janet looked at Lance.
"Since when did a royal care about furres?" Chris blinked, Lars blinked.
Lance made eye contact from his position upon the ground. "Since about two weeks after I tried to beat the shit out of your daughter, and she put me on my ass for it."
Chris stepped infront of him. "He's my childhood friend." The murderous intent slowly faded from Chris' parents.
"This is the human you've had as a friend for the past eight years?" Chris nodded. Lars and Janet shared a look. Chris knelt and pulled Lance to his feet, kissing his face and neck.
"A god damn Royal..." Chris glared at her mother. "You've got something to finish, don't you?" Chris nodded, wary. "Well go up to your room already. He's going to be fine. Royals are extremely hard to hurt, not to mention almost impossible to kill in combat." Chris grinned and yanked Lance quickly up the stairs to her room. She threw him onto the bed and locked the door to her room.
"Strip." Lance looked a little confused, but he complied. Chris was too impatient, and just ripped apart her clothes. She was nude long before Lance was. She undid his belt, and yanked his jeans off of him, her nose inhaling the scent of their mixture. Chris pushed him into her bed as he took off his shirt, the bloody holes where her canines had puntured his skin were crusted over. Chris licked at his throat, whining and rubbing against him.
"Lance... I want you. I want you soo bad right now." She growled impatiently, licking his dick to stiffen it so that she could ride his cock. She moved up on the bed, adjusted Lance's cock so that the head just barely parted her folds, then sat. The joyous sighs that escaped both of them were a turn on to each of them. Chris was delighting in the feel of Lance's dick burried deep within her, and Lance was busy thinking about nothing as Chris' cunt tightened and squeezed around his dick.
Chris grabbed Lance's hands and moved them to her breasts, demanding just by the action that he play with them. Lance did not disappoint her. She thrust her chest towards him at the sensuous pleasure his gentle hands incurred. She raised herself up, and lowered herself back down onto his crotch, gradually increasing her speed as the pleasure raced through her. Chris was in heaven. Right here, in her room, with Lance's dick thrusting into her, she was in heaven.
She alternated her movements, so that it was more a rocking motion. She rocked backwards to draw his dick out, then forwads to shove it in. Her clit was scraped on the outward thrust, and her G-spot was hit on the inward thrust. She felt a pressure building up in her abdomen, it grew with every thrust, and Lance was starting to writhe under her. He was starting to moan, and he was getting louder. Chris frenched him, hard, and rocked just a few more times upon his dick. His cry was muffled, as was her howl as they came at the same time. She felt the liquid that she gushed upon Lance's crotch, and she felt the small amount of fluid that Lance's dick shot into her.
Chris pulled back and looked down on Lance's cloudy eyes, her love written into every fibre of her being.
"I love you Lance." It took Lance a moment to connect her words with meaning, but he replied as soon as he could.
"I love you too Chris. You are the most beautiful collie in existance." Chris grinned and lay down ontop of Lance, her cunt milking Lance's still rock hard dick.
"Feel like having more fun?" Whispered Chris in Lance's ear.
Lance grinned. "For you my love, for whom my heart beats, anything and everything you wish" Chris grinned as well, licking her lips at the mere thought of the amount of fun in their immediate future.
Demon,
End product note: All errors have been fixed/found/deleted. A thanks to Champagne98 for saying I'm not the only one with dyslexic fingers. Honestly, I write a sentence, and mispell a few words even though I 'know' I typed the sentence correctly. Blasted Typo Demon -.-