Ch. 3: Up up and Away?
#3 of LIfe of The Scarred Wolf
1...Peering through a cracked eye lid of his left eye, Ghost gazes at the cracked stained ceiling, slowly waking up from his strangely restful night. His paw lightly brushing his small cheetah friend's hair. He gingerly lays the pitiful animal down onto his crossed lap, as he reaches into a hidden pocket of his worn leather jacket. He pulls a small cigar and lighter out, slowly bringing it to his muzzle, rubbing the sleep from his other eye. The fire flickering in his left eye as he sucks the acrid smoke into his maw, placing the lighter back into the pocket and placing the jacket over his friends small shivering frame. He leans against the back wall releasing the smoke slowly through his mouth and breathing it back in through his long nose. Pondering what to do next, he exhales from his muzzle the smoke lazily wafting out of the small window as the light begins to creep into the confined space.
Alin begins to stir sitting up next to him, his eyes still closed. Musing over the story his friend told him and the interesting similarities of his own.
"You awake, you old cat?" Ghost asks holding the cigar in the corner of his mouth.
The old cheetah's eyes flash open and answers quietly.
"Thanks for that last night. Really felt good to tell someone my story. By the way, I think I have an idea of how to get out of here, but we need the help of the two across from us. I think one is a bluish cat and the other is a violet mouse. Actually, now that I think on it, her fur color is very similar to your eyes."
2...Turning his head slightly to look over at the cell across from them, he notices the shapes of the two, huddled together on a small bundle of straw. He inhales again from his cigar, pulling it out to offer the cheetah some but is waved off. Placing the still burning cigar back into his cracked lips, waiting for them to stir, he looks for something to throw across, the smoke drifting from his nose. Finding a small piece of something, he flicks it across the cell, stifling a laugh as it bounces from the cats head. Her ears perk and fiercely catches his gaze and notes the corner of his mouth rising.
"Why the fuck did you just throw that at me. Can't you tell I'm sleeping, damn dog? Wake up, Tazzle, and check out our new cell mate across the way. And you, dog, give me a smoke for that rude interruption. The names Manda by the way."
Ghost shakes his head, laughing quietly as he digs another one out and tosses her the lighter and stog. The small mouse begins to rub the sleep from her eyes, yawning loudly as she sits back, leaning against the cat. Eyeing the two over Ghost's eyes wander over the small mouse's frame, her large perky breasts held tightly under the plain black tshirt, leading down to her tight stomach, with loose jeans hugging her large hips, her whole body covered in light purple fur. She looks at the wolf and smiles, bright emerald eyes meet his violet as she winks. He drops his cigar from his gaping mouth onto his bare leg, catching a small tuft of his fur on fire as he franticly pats it out. Embarrassed he rubs the fur of the back of his head, looking away. Alin laughs heartily at his friends unexpected action. Manda stands up and walks sultry over to the bars, wrapping smooth arms around the cold metal. Her breasts squeezing against the bars, as her rear end sticks up and back, her striped tail flicking as if it had a mind of his its own. Ghost's vision is now brought to her watching as she takes a big drag on her cigar tossing him back his lighter, which he deftly catches and places back into his pocket. The bluish cat's light blue eyes lazily stare at the floor in between cells. He notices the pair has similar clothes on, and that the cat clearly is the larger of the two, standing a head or two taller than the mouse. Her body firm but not overly muscled and well toned. The short hair evenly cut across her body except from the white underside of her neck and stomach. She takes the stog from her mouth, exhaling the smoke, as she talks to Alin.
3... "So your still alive, huh Alin. Wonder what we get to eat today?"
Alin laughs again and responds, "You of all people should know, us cats have 9 lives. Also the "dog" here is actually a wolf, a big one in more than one area just so you know." He winks leaning over Ghost his paw giving his slight bulge a squeeze.
Ghost just shakes his head and looks back at the small mouse, he gaze never wavering from him. He takes another large puff of his cigar throwing into the can in the corner passing from their privy, continuing to ignore the idle chit chat from the two cats, as he admires the small mouse, exhaling from his nose again as a loud creaking and door slamming echoes through the small prison. The small mouse quickly crawls to the corner as if to hide behind the cat wrapping her small arms around her, as a large human male walks into view his gut leading the way.
"Breakfast time animals and it's your favorite, Bread and water. Looking good Manda, does ole Dirk get a morning treat today from his favorite little kitty?"
Manda looks up at the slovenly guard, rolling her eyes as her tail stiffens and the small mouse squeaks pitifully as the he throws bread her way. He hands the blue cat a small loaf of hard bread as his other hand squeezes one of her breasts through the bars.
"Oh, are you back there Tazle? You must have missed me. I know your body did."
4...He licks his oily lips as he eyes the two female prisoners, fumbling with the keys on his belt, opening the door and walking confidently inside. Manda pulls herself from the bars and walks in front of the Dirk, sliding down to her knees as she slowly pulls his small member out with a rehearsed grace. Ghost ears drop back and he growls loudly hearing the small sucking noise coming from the cell and the fat human's grunting, as his friend's paw snaps across his chest and places a claw to his own mouth. Quiet scared squeaks mix into the cacophony of noise. Alin leans close to his ear and whispers quietly.
"Shh, watch and see my new friend. "
A dull thud and the faint smell of blood floods Ghost's sensitive nose. He stares harder over at the scene putting together what just occured. While Manda kept the guard busy and occupied, Tazle had found a small sharp metal shackle and smacked into the fat bastards head. The small mouse continuing to slam the used piece of metal over and over into his large skull, fragments of bone and brain matter splash across her small body. The ghastly image breaks the thought of the sweetness of the small mouse, cementing the fact that he should never judge people by their size alone. Grabbign her friend the cat, yanks the keys from the fore and quickly unlocks the rusted door with a loud grating as she throws it open. The mouse looks up from her dark work winking again at the large wolf as she licks gore from her small mouth, her body shuddering slightly.
5... "Let's get the hell out of here, Tazle. Those two can fend for themselves if you ask me. Thieves don't need allies." She bends down to pull a short blade and an old revolver from the warm corpse eyeing the door into the prison. The purple mouse grabs her friend's arm firmly.
"No, I think we can use these two. You know how fast cheetahs are and well I think the wolf's size alone speaks for itself. To be honest, I'd like to try him out myself." She licks around her lips gazing up and down Ghost's body, Manda tosses Alin the keys.
Quickly unlocking the door the four of them stealthily move to the exit. Manda opens the door slightly and peeks out. Seeing no one she motions them forward. The halls glow faintly from over head lights as they make their way out. The smell of bacon and eggs fills the halls, the kitchens alive with activity as the castle begins to wake from slumber. Manda finds a ledge outside with stairs leading into the fog covered forest.
After a few hours of sustained jogging the group stops in a small clearing, a small creek winding through as they stop to drink the ice cold fresh water. Ghost decides to look at the surroundings as the group sits on nearby rocks resting. Stopping to rest at a tree, he rests his head on his arm leaning against the old oak as he looks out at the cold foreign woods. His mind reels as he remembers his own woods and his family and friends. The large fire as he was dragged from his home and the screams. The screams, that continues to haunt his dreams. A lone tear travels down his face as hears a branch break behind him, whipping around and grasping the stranger by their throat, pulling them off the ground. His violet eyes widen as he notices it is Tazle and quickly relinquishes his hold.
"Oh, I didn't know it was you Tazle. Should never sneak up on a wolf you know. How come you're not with the others?"
6... The beautiful mouse after catching her breath cocks her head to the side and smirks. Her small paws brushing inside of his overly large coat, gripping on his bare hips, as her twinkling green eyes gaze up at his.
"I meant what I said back there, that's why. I haven't seen too many wolves and by far you are the biggest, and you had me wondering at all of those scars. You seem too gentle to have reason for them."
Telling her the extent of his tale, he sits down his back against the tree with the small mouse tucked under his large arm, nuzzling into his chest and tracing the scars across his stomach. She takes a deep breath and pulls herself tighter into his shoulder.
"Ah you met that bitch huh. That's The Torturer; no one knows her real name. Just that if you get caught by her, you don't live long. This is another thing that surprises me about you. Me and Manda were caught by her too but just for our bounty. The life of a thief and all that."
Ghost looks down at the petite mouse, feeling her curves brushing against him as a snarl begins to spread from the corner of his muzzle his face darkening.
"The Torturer huh? Apt name. Next time I see that bunny, I will kill her." His face lightens looking up at the light passing through the thick foliage above, "Oh and what else surprised you about me. Didn't know thieves were able to be surprised."
"Only when we get caught." She winks at him and continues, "Well for one, like I said, you're huge. Only thing I've seen bigger is the few dragons that live around here. Nasty as hell they are. The other is those deep purple eyes of yours. First time I've ever seen that color, and the fact they seem so gentle. I would have thought the opposite at first glance."
7...The scarred wolf just shakes his head and cradles the small angel in his arms, resting the top of his muzzle on her dark brown hair. The picture of her killing the guard and the sounds of the metal on skull and the fluids seeping out rush through his mind. There was something about this little thief mouse. He was drawn to her, not just because of her veracity but there seemed to be a tenderness he had never known before from a woman hiding within her. She was almost like him. He knew nothing of her past but he did know one thing, he wanted to make her his future.
Giving the small mouse a light nudge Ghost climbs to his feet stretching and yawning as he cracks his neck. A soothing pop as the Tazle begins to walk toward their makeshift camp. Alin is sitting near the fire absent mindedly prodding the small fire not acknowledging their return. Manda runs over to his friend and gives her a hug pulling her back to their spot near the fire, giving the big wolf the slightest of glares. Ghost smiles on the inside feeling warmth in his scarred body looking on as his new friends sit by the fire. He takes out one of his cigars and carefully places it on the left corner of his mouth, drawing deep as he lights it, sitting down next to the lithe cheetah, crossing his legs and staring into the flames. The world goes dark as he nods off slowly, throwing the remaining bit of his cigar into the fire, the sickly sweet tobacco filling his nose as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
8...Ghost awakens to a soft kick to his ribs, he growls opening his right eye to see Manda waving her hand for him to get up. Yawning loudly and stretching his long powerful arms and stiffening his tail as he stands to his feet. He looks around the small campsite and narrows his eyes and the cat.
"Hey, where's Alin?"
Shrugging she off handily replys as she gathers her small possesions. "Like I know, he's your friend after all. I woke up and he wasn't here, neither was my gun, by the way. Don't know what that old cheetah is up to but all I know is me and Tazle are free and I plan to stay that way. You can either come with us or do whatever. We are going back to our hideout."
Sighing disappointed, he lowers his head and his ears droop as he adjusts his coat and walks over to the two. He kicks dirt over the embers of the fire and follows drudgingly behind them his paws thrust deep into his pockets, as he runs through the possible things Alin could be doing. Could he being going home? Does he want revenge on Shadow? Hell, even if he was doing either of those, why wouldn't he let me know? He watches as the two thieves casually walk ahead, their tails almost taunting his slow walking. He quickens his pace and throws his arms around them lightly as the walk toward the recent rising sun.
9... A large creature soars above the motley crew, licking his lips as he smells the femine stink as it reaches his snout. His large claws flexing as he prepares to dive down and take what he wants. The adrenaline pumps through his veins in a rush moaning in pleasure at what soon awaits him. Pulling his wings close to his body the large ebony dragon plummets to the earth, his tail flexed straight behind him aiming his decent toward the large grey wolf in his sharp draconian eyes. Throwing his powerful and longer taloned legs forward, slamming hard into the young wolf's back, throwing him to the ground hard, as the outstretched talons of his long scaled hands grip the ruffs of the small mouse and cat's necks pulling them into the sky with him. Pulling their fighting bodies to his rough scaled chest, the large black dragon flaps higher into the sky, laughing to himself as he doesn't see the large and strangely scarred wolf not move.
Pushing up from the dirt, shaking the dizziness from his eyes Ghost stares up at the quick moving dragon, watching as it disappears on the horizon toward what he remembers to be the coast. Or he hoped the dragon would stop there. Sharp pain lances up his back as he strands straight, having to drop to one knee as the pain overcomes him. He reaches back feeling the warm blood flow slowly on his paw, cursing under his breath until a small gleam catches his eye. The small knife that Manda had taken from the guard, he slips it into his pants making sure it will not fall as he runs. Knowing the gouges in his back are shallow only thanks in part to his thick leather jacket, he launches off his right foot his claws digging into the earth as he sprints after his only friends.
10... Laughing evilly the dark dragon squeezes the breath from the two helpless captives as he angles down toward his hideout on the coast. Flapping his long thick membraned wings as the dragon nears the warm beach landing lightly as he bellows loudly calling his partner from their cave. A tall tanned skin human ambles out of the dark cave, lazily making his way over to the dragon his spike hair feathering in the ocean breeze. The dragon loosens his talons letting the two small women fall to the warm sand. He wraps his tail around Manda and motions with his head to take Tazle.
"Let me guess you get first on both, yet again, Darkwing?"
The tan human mutters as he moves over to the limp form of the mouse throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to the cave behind Darkwing. The dark dragon snarls at the man dragging his prize behind him to the straw pile, the crude makings of a well used bed. A sinister gleam in his eye as his tail deftly rips the little clothing covering Manda. Her naked form staying still as his tail brushes over her growing nipples, sliding down lower into her small shorts, and sliding them off with a rehearsed movement, flicking under her moist mound the small line of fur showing him the way.
A small moan comes from the cat as his strong nimble tail slides into her, as his tongue snakes out encircling a now perky nipple, a long trail of his saliva coating the sensitive skin. The dragon forces his tail deeper into her hot mound as he shoves a clawed finger into her open mouth, causing her to choke and awake with a startled look on her face.
11... The tan man carrying Tazle places her body gently down on a adjacent bed, shaking his head as he pulls out a cigarette lighting it as he walks back out of the cave. After Darkwing grabs Manda roughly by her throat forcing her down his tail moving faster inside of her warmer and wetter sex, he cranes his neck and eyes the tanned human.
"Don't worry, Drake, you'll get your turn. I just wanted to try out our new toys."
His tongue flicks back over Manda's tender nipples moaning louder as his long tail rams into her cervix, tears begin flowing down her furred face only making him move his pointed tail faster and harder, his free hand pinching the other nipple between two talons, tweaking it to the side seeing her tears. The dragon's tongue snakes to her tears licking them up as they fall, showing his large teeth as he takes one of her breasts wholly into his large maw sucking hard at the soft warm skin. His large cock growing as it brushes on her stomach, grabbing both of her large breasts and squeezing them over his throbbing member as he slams it into her moaning mouth, her eyes growing large as it hits the back of her throat and his tail slams against her cervix again. Again and again he rams his cock and tail deep inside of her moistening holes. He slowly takes his tail from her throbbing mound, flicking the fluids off and moving it down her taint pushing lightly as it quickly forces its way into her tight tail hole, her muscles weakening as he slams hard into the side of the tight wall.
Screams of pain awaken Tazle, as she slowly opens her eyes and takes in the dragon raping her friend, unable to scream with a tight strip of cloth in her muzzle and unable to move due to tight roughly bound ropes over her chest and legs. She closes her eyes quickly after seeing the tears from her friends eyes. Shutting out the sounds of moaning now coming from her as his long and thick cock slides from her mouth and pushes in between her open legs.
12... The dragons tongue lolls from his teeth filled mouth licking the stomach of the tight blue cat. His large hands squeezing and pushing hard against her heaving breasts as he slams her openings harder hearing the moans coming from her. His body tightens as he rams into her hot depths feeling her hot cum flowing from her, dripping down onto his balls and covering his tail as he forces his cock hard into the side of her slit. Darkwing leans down and bites her neck hard, his canines drawing blood as he fills her with his seed, his tail roughly pulling from her tight star and forcing its way into her mouth, her screams gurgling past the long length. The warm juices flowing over his throbbing member as he rams her harder as his body spasms, his head arching back as he tailfucks her mouth.
Gasping for air Manda bites down on his tail blood filling her mouth causing her breathing to worsen. The dragon forces it deeper down her throat, cutting off her breathing more. She continues biting down as her grip begins to loosen as the flow of air to her brain begins to cease, her head falling to the side to stare her one and only friend curled in a tight ball with her ears tucked firmly against her head, tears flowing down her face as darkness begins to overcome her. The pain slowly leaving her body as she closes her eyes dreaming of the markets she and Tazle used to work at, stealing food and money for whatever they needed, such a carefree life and to die in such a place and such a way. Her head lightly rests on the straw filled pillow taking her last breath as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
13...Ghost begins to smell the ocean finally, as his long legs begin to burn his eyes narrow on a tan figure smoking outside of a large cave sitting on a smooth rock gazing at the endless waves. Pulling the small knife tucked into his pants, he lightly pads up behind him. Holding his breath he grips him by his spiked hair sliding the blade across his neck in one fluid motion, watching as the cigarette falls to the sand, blood splashing down and snuffing it out as the owner's body falls lifeless to the ground. He stares at the flowing blood, with his violet eyes lifting to see the cave fully now.
With a snarl he carefully steps around the emptying body moving around to the cave mouth. Rage filling him as he sees his friend Manda straddled by that large black dragon his tail ceaselessly thrusting into her mouth as his hips move quickly against hers, her limp body not fighting. He screams.
"DRAGON. GET THE FUCK OFF MY FRIEND!"
Bellowing loudly Darkwing whips around to see the large wolf, as he fills his vison, a knife point digging into his skull as he looks down at the scarred chest of his attacker. His tail stiffens and flops from Manda's mouth, falling forward in front of Ghost, punching the knife through his skull and out the back. Trembling he moves over to his friend and checks her neck for even a slight pulse. Tears fill his eyes as he falls to his aching knees his paws against his cheeks as he howls loudly. Hearing the howl Tazle rolls over and sees the crying scarred wolf, his eyes glistening with fresh tears, knowing what has happened she only closes her eyes again sniffling quietly as he cuts her bonds and gently pulls the gag from her mouth.
He strongly pulls her small form to his chest, burying his muzzle into her shoulder as if he was a baby, his tears absorbed into her fur, as she wraps him up and pulls him in closer with her small grip becoming over come and crying with him, mourning their loss.
14... The next morning after burying their friend and taking what little supplies the cave offered the two sit facing the ocean, a large fire near them burns brightly with a pair of wings crisping and crackling. Nothing is said as the sun begins to set. Ghost lies on Tazle's lap wrapping himself up with his long scarred arms curling into a large ball, tears beginning anew. The small mouse brushes his hair as she scratches his ear, gazing off into the horizon, small tears falling from her own face as they watch the day become night and the sound of waves masking the sounds of the two as he rises to her muzzle and kisses her deeply, floating lightly over her small form.
(whew lol took long enough)