Spain!
Isadora stepped off the bus and instantly realized how cold it was. She looked at her watch, shivering. It was seven. Isadora wrapped her coat more tightly around herself and tried to survey the setting, which was getting more difficult constantly because of the impending sunset.
The vixen hurried down the streets of Madrid, looking for a place to stay. She saw no posada nearby, and began to worry if she could find a place to stay the night. Surely she would freeze to death if she could not find a residence to sleep in.
She hurried onward, throwing a hood over her head and pulling in her long dark hair. She stopped, looking in every direction. Almost immediately, Isadora recognized the design of a particular building. She walked to the front door, brushing some snow off a plate next to it. Success! Isadora had found a motel.
Isadora knocked three times on the door and immediately entered. She looked about the cozy room. A fire flickered in a fireplace on the wall, and on the opposite wall there was an escritorio and guestbook. Isadora signed herself in, and took a seat on the couch. The room was empty.
Isadora fell asleep, through she was only aware of it until she was shaken awake by a female dog who looked little older than herself. "¿Quién es usted? ¿Por qué usted está durmiendo en mi sofá?" the bitch asked, shaking her roughly by the shoulders.
"Because I am tired," Isadora responded, and then, realizing how wrong that was, she repeated it in a fluent Spanish, albeit with an American accent.
The bitch chastised her for several minutes, until Isadora brought up the fact that she was a customer. As soon as she did, the apparent owner of the inn was all charm, bringing her hot chocolate and apologizing about the literal rude awakening.
The pair chatted, and Isadora learned that the bitch was named Aitziber and had been a native to Spain all her life. Isadora, on the other paw, was an American-born and -bred fox with Spanish relatives. The two got along very well, and at Aitziber's request, they did some chores while conversing. The two began to set the table for three.
"Who will be the third guest?" Isadora asked in fluid Spanish.
"My brother, Adriano," Aitziber responded. A dark look passed her eyes, but when Isadora looked again.
An hour later, Aitziber had filled the table with Spanish delicacies. Isadora took a seat, and Aitziber called up a staircase for Adriano to come down. He came down almost immediately. His form, stride, and coloration were almost identical to that of his sister, save the fact that his fur was spiked with a premature grey. He looked to be in his early twenties, like his sister.
Isadora didn't like Adriano from the start. He was totally silent all throughout the dinner conversation. He ate his fill, stood up, and left the two females at the table.
Aitziber acted like the aforementioned rudeness was totally normal and didn't point it out. Instead, she asked a question which totally through Isadora off her handling. "So, are you a virgin?"
Isadora was badly startled, and almost choked on the contents of her maw. She swallowed hard, looking to the bitch. "Yes. I am. I am still a teenager."
Aitziber did the Spanish equivalent of a shrug. She said, in still Spanish, "I was just curious. Please think nothing of it."
Aitziber showed Isadora to her room upstairs. Isadora asked where the bathroom was, and Aitziber pointed it out. Isadora stepped inside, locking the door behind her. She turned on a faucet and washed her face with cold water. Turning round, she lowered the seat on the toilet. Pulling down her pants and undergarments, she sat down on the bowl, holding her breath to force the urine out.
She looked up casually, and saw an indent in the ceiling, painted over, forwards and to her right. "It could be a camera," Isadora immediately thought. She laughed inwardly, of course it wasn't. But she wasn't so sure, despite the fact that she was trying to convince herself that people don't install hidden video cameras into their bathrooms. All throughout the time her body was exposed, from when she was peeing, to when she was wiping her vulva and pulling her pants up, Isadora always kept something, her paw, her hip, her tail, between the possible camera and her crotch.
It was an unusual night. Isadora lay down to go to bed, but she could faintly hear voices yelling downstairs. One voice was Aitziber's, and the other one was gruff and male. There was only one other male, one other person, in the building. It was Adriano. Isadora quickly realized that they weren't speaking Spanish, or English.
"Quel est mauvais ? Pourquoi vous ne souhaitez pas la tuer?" The male said. It sounded like a question.
"Elle est différente. Elle a toutes les mauvaises caractéristiques. Elle est un vierge," the female responded.
"Ces choses sont sans importance. J'ai ai envie de. Vous la tuerez," the male said. He added, "Vous êtes un obstacle. Je vous tuerai aussi si vous continuez à me retenir."
Aitziber gasped. Her voice was lower. "Très bien. Je tuerai Isadora."
Isadora recognized her own name. She realized that they were speaking this foreign language to keep her from eavesdropping. She heard light footsteps ascending the staircase. The door to the room opened, and light flooded in. Isadora rubbed her eyes.
Isadora naturally assumed that Aitziber was there to explain what they had been saying. She approached the bed, standing next to it. Aitziber opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't make any noise. Isadora detected a look across her face again. Was it guilt?
Aitziber suddenly leapt forward. She pressed a handkerchief to Isadora's muzzle. Isadora would have tried to fight her off, but she was incredibly tired and lacked the willpower. Also, some kind of toxic fume was seeping into her nose. She felt herself loosing consciousness, and didn't fight off the slumber. Her eyes slowly shut.
Aitziber kept one paw holding the chemically doused handkerchief on Isadora's muzzle, and the other on her neck, feeling the pulse. After about two minutes, the pulse stopped. Isadora was dead.
Aitziber felt the fur on the back of her neck stand up, and she twirled around. Adriano was standing behind her. He had approached silently. Adriano roughly seized Aitziber and almost dragged her to a nearby chair. He sat her in it and pulled a string of rope from a nearby curtain, tying her paws behind her back and tying both her paws to the chair. Aitziber was helplessly overpowered.
Tears streaked down Aitziber's cheeks as the necrophile known as Adriano moved towards the bed. He threw off the covers, observing Isadora's half-naked body. Adriano laid a paw down on Isadora's leg. It was still very warm. He took off some of Isadora's clothes, and tore right through others, laying Isadora's naked body down on top of the bed. He pulled off his own clothes, approaching his sister.
Adriano placed his paw atop her head, and gave her a command in French. She lowered her head, extending her tongue. The long, pink organ snaked out of her mouth and the tip touched the part of him level with her tongue and closest to her, his testes. Her tongue rubbed against the fur of his sac, lightly caressing it. In a few moments, his equipment had "risen to the occasion", and his sac was lightly wet.
Adriano hit Aitziber roughly over the head, knocking her senseless. He turned around, returning to the dead body. He got on top of the bed, lying on top of Isadora's lifeless form. His member easily slid into her, and he began to pound in and out of her waist at his own set pace. Adriano extended one paw, caressing Isadora's breasts. Of course, the teats didn't harden, but Adriano didn't expect them to.
Adriano withdrew his member. Her sex was dry, lifeless. He had never liked the vagina of a female much. Adriano gripped his own member, pulling the foreskin back and forth freely. Sighing, he took both of Isadora's legs, one in each paw, and raised them over her body. He guided his member to a waiting tailhole using his hips, groaning as he did. The head of his member pressed against the tight anus, and he forced his way inward. Isadora's tailhole was much tighter and warmer than her sex, and within a few minutes, it was wetter to.
Adriano finally hit orgasm, almost yelling out. He released his load, seminal fluid pouring into Isadora's backside. Panting, Adriano withdrew his penis once again, wiping it on her leg. He stepped off, and walked around the bed. He took up the corners of the bedding, pulling each up until he made the bedding into a large bag, Isadora inside. He redressed and passed Aitziber's unconscious frame emotionlessly, leaving to dispose of the body.
I am one sick, sick, sick freak. ~Ranko
Oh, and also... I am fluent neither in French nor Spanish. So sue me.