A Walk in the Woods
This story was written, as ordered by Master Fedack while caged, horny and knotted with a toy... This is just one of the many reasons why you should never, ever go to detention, especially if it's at night and you have to walk through the woods to get home after. Enjoy!
Grumbling low under his, Trebor stared up at the clock, the archaic analog timepiece hung without care above the door to his high school's detention room, ticking slower than any clock in the history of the world, or so it seemed to the fourteen year-old vulpine. The island fox sat in an almost empty room with a small handful of other delinquent furs, none of which paying any attention to the other as they waited in brooding silence for their detention to end.
Earlier that day, the freshman fox was caught on his cell phone in math class. Not only did the teacher confiscate his phone (the bitch), but she also gave him two hours of detention, probably just to piss him off. Unfortunately for him, and probably as some sort of cruel joke by the vice principal, detention started at 7:00PM, barely giving the boy enough time to go home after school, pretend to do his homework, get yelled at by his parents, eat dinner, and then head back for two hours of boring nothingness. 8:58...8:59...
At long last, the clock struck 9:00 and he and the other boys were dismissed by the detention monitor, all looking very tired and showing differing levels of aggravation due to being kept at school so late on a Friday night.
Wanting to get home as soon as he could, the young fox took a familiar shortcut through the woods bordering the school. He had taken this trail many times before during the day, knowing that it cut his walk home nearly in half, and didn't give it a second thought before disappearing into the shadows of the tall pine trees that stood sentinel in the night, leaving the disserted schoolyard behind him.
The night air was crisp and the full moon shone bright, highlighting the tops of the trees and the occasional owl stalking its prey like a silent killer. Padding softly through the trees, the fox's ears twitched, sensing something or someone nearby. Lifting his nose skyward, the vulpine tested the air, detecting something unknown lurking in the shadows, stalking him. Continuing more cautiously, the fox entered a clearing, his heart pounding fast in his furry chest, his thoughts lingering on the owls he had seen flying above, thinking for a moment that they might not be the only animals in the forest stalking prey in the night.
In the clearing, the light of the moon illuminated everything it touched. The green meadow grass shone eerily clear as the breeze suddenly stopped and everything grew very quiet.
Turning around, the fox looked up to see a large shadow descending upon him. All of a sudden the earth shook as if someone had rang a gong inside his head, the fox feeling a great weight push him to the ground and his whole world went black.
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When the island fox awoke, his head was still ringing. Groggy, he opened his eyes to find that he was still in the middle of the clearing, but something was wrong. Still aching from whatever happened before he went unconscious, his nose picked up the musky scent that he had smelled earlier, though much stronger now. There standing before him was a massive feral wolf, his sharp canine teeth glistening in the moonlight. The beast had to have been over three feet at the shoulder and probably weighed at least 400 pounds, the feral male licking his lips as he padded over to sniff at his young captive. His grey fur shimmered, his dual-coat showing the animal's toned muscles beneath. His hefty sheath and heavy orbs swung between his hind legs, too, just barely visible through the shadows as the lupine padded around the helpless boy.
"Wh-wait! What are you doing? L-let me go!" the fox yelled, his voice cracking with fear.
The wolf seemed to almost grin evily in response, his paws groping at the boy's school shorts. Growling low, the lupine flashed his teeth, biting into the fox's waistline, thrashing his head until the boy's shorts were ripped off and cast aside.
The young fox blushed deeply as he was suddenly stripped of his shorts, the boy wearing only his school uniform shirt and a pair of tight purple underoos. Growling again, the wolf returned his muzzle to the boy's crotch, licking at the young male's small sheath and orbs bulging underneath his undies. The boy whimpered and squirmed, though not being able to move under the weight of the much larger male. His blush deepened as his small sheath began to swell, becoming wet with wolf saliva.
The fox arched his back, pushing his hips into the wolf's muzzle, causing the large feral to growl again, his teeth gripping into the waistline of the boy's undies, ripping them off as he did with his shorts. Now completely bottomless, the fox tucked his tail, his eyes wide with fright. Using his muzzle to roughly roll the boy onto his tummy, the wolf quickly mounted him, the lupine's massive member peeking out of the tip of his grey fuzzy sheath leaking dominant alpha pre onto the little fox's soft backfur. The boy whimpered again, getting to his paws and knees in an attempt to free himself from his captor. With this, the wolf's large forepaws locked onto the front of the boy's thighs as he started humping into him, the lupine's 12 inch member slipping further and further from its furry hiding place, slick with pre and throbbing in the moonlight.
Sliding along the crease of the boy's rumpcheeks, the wolf's erection, now fully released from its sheath spilling copious amounts of pre between the boy's cheeks, slickening them as the lupine's tapered wolfcock bumped again and again into the boy's tight, virgin tailhole. The boy clenched down as hard as he could, trying to deny the wolf entry into his tight pucker. Finally, after rutting his throbbing wolfcock along the boy's pert, pre-slickened rump, the wolf's cock found its mark, plunging his cock deep inside the young fox, tearing him open, hilting him. The boy cried out, his voice echoing between the trees, tears streaming down his rusty-grey cheekfur as the lmassive feral male stole his virginity, the boy never imagining that his first sexual encounter would involve being raped by another male, and a feral at that in the middle of the night, in the middle of the clearing in the woods not ten minutes from the safety of his house.
Growling dominantly, the feral wolf began to pump his throbbing meat into the boy, raping his virgin hole aggressively and without mercy. The boy's body rocked under the wolf with every thrust, his arms giving out and sending his face into the dirt and grass beneath him. He kept crying as the wolf ravaged him, the lupine's massive five inch knot beginning to swell as he pounded the boy ruthlessly.
The fox's smaller member began to poke free from its sheath, the feeling of extreme pain somehow subsiding enough, being replaced with the need to be knotted and bred, a feeling alien to the young vulpine. He continued to huff and pant and cry into the ground, the side of his face wet with tears as he subconsciously lifted his rump higher into the feral wolf fucking him in the middle of the clearing.
Feeling his climax beginning to grow, the wolf growled, picking up the pace, his knot begging for entrance into the boy's abused tailhole. Suddenly, the wolf grunted, rocking his hips forward HARD, forcing his massive knot inside the boy with a wet ~pop~. The boy yelped in pain as the wolf's thrusts became much shorter, but all that much more forceful. Finally the wolf bit down into the fox's shoulder, sinking his canines into flesh and fur. Feeling this and the sensation of blood trickling from his shoulder, the fox bucked back into the wolf, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the wolf forced the boy to climax. Rope after rope of virgin foxseed spilled out onto the ground beneath him as the wolf simultaneously painted the insides of his ravaged tailhole with his musky, thick wolfcum. Continuing to buck hard into the boy, the wolf's hips sent his cocktip as deep as it could go, breeding the boy and claiming his prey as his own.
When his climax had finally subsided, the wolf dismounted his little fucktoy, turning around, still knotted. Tugging roughly, the lupine placed a hindpaw to the young fox's hip, kicking hard. Pulling hard against the boy's pucker, there was another wet ~pop~ as the feral wolf ripped his still fully formed knot from the fox's tailhole, leaving it gaping and dripping with seed.
Padding over to the front of the whimpering fox, the wolf stepped on the boy's face, forcing his muzzle open before thrusting his cock deep down the boy's throat, choking him and using his muzzle to clean the wolfcum and traces of blood and dirt from his cock. Facefucking the fox with his spent member until he was satisfied that he was clean, the wolf withdrew his cock from the fox's maw and disappeared into the shadows of the tree line, leaving the fox panting, lying in a pool of cum and sweat and tears.
End~