THE IMAGE THIS STORY DERIVES FROM CAN BE FOUND AT: 

http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Caroo/adult/forneonja.jpg

Disclaimer: This Is a fan fic from art work. This story contains Adult material and should not be viewed by anyone under 18 years old (or 21 where ever your from) so in other words NO MINORS OR KIDS READING THIS!!! The characters are created owned and copyrighted to Caroo (Chris Watts). And once again I extend my thanks to him for giving me the chance to do this. It was a lot of fun and at times painful heh. 

Prologue:

Two children can be seen playing in a field of clean green grass. They chase and pounce each other and then lay in the meadow, The two children is a small boy fox and a young rabbit girl only a few years older then him. They look to sky in a simple bliss adults can’t understand.. 

And life was good.

16 years later: 

The winds were calm and the night was cool. Beuth had an uneasy feeling about traveling at night, especially this road. Beuth was a trader. Usually traders travel their entire lives looking for the best items and move from town to town to gain business. Beuth was different. He, instead of just getting items like medicinal herbs and rare foods; he learned how to make these items. After eight years of learning the techniques, he decided to gather his items and go back to his home. The road he was on went through the center of the forgotten forests. He knew about the rumor if you strayed into the forest any time other then the time of the great hunt, you would lose your sense of direction. Some of the knights sent out to disband the rumor by using a little devise called a compass. But they haven’t been heard of since. He finally reached the outer kingdom gates. The sun was just peeking over the mountainous forest as Beuth hopped out of his wagon and walked up to the guard. The guards looked almost not there because both his heavy armor and his fur were black. Beuth showed his family crest, which was very well known and the guard let him pass. 
	“Ah, Its good to be home. “ it was still early morning, so not very many people were out. There were guards patrolling the roads. He made his way past them and to a small wooden shack. “Its not much, but its home.” Beuth took the better part of an hour to get his things inside. One his horse was back in its stable, he went back inside and laid down on his bed and got some rest. Time passes as day went to night, and night went to morning. He finally woke as the morning light shown brightly on his eyes. He slowly got to his feet and stretched out his arms, paws, ears, and his tail. His tail, him being a fox, was extremely fuzzy and needed constant brushing. He finished his mourning routine and got dressed. His trousers were of the same quality that a royal knight would wear and his shirt was an off white cut of sleeve with a leather vest. Before he could gather his things and head to market, a messenger from the castle came up to him. “ Beuth Strider, the king has a job for you.” Beuth’s ears perk as he nodded. “ He wishes to have a special dish but needs a key ingredient. A herb that only grows in the forest this time of year.” Beuths mouth dropped. “ But sir, you know as well as I do that I cannot travel into the forest. It is dangerous!” the messenger sneered at the last comment “ I beg your pardon, I am only giving out his majesties commands.” Confused, Beuth turned and walked back to his shack and got a few things. His short sword, and his journal. He then started to walk towards the forest gate. He reached the great doors as the guard gave him a puzzled look. Beuth gave off a sigh and recomposed himself. All right, come now this is an easy task. The herb is probably at the edge of the forest so I don’t think ill have any problems… ok lets go. He chuckles to himself. And besides im a fox, ill be fine. He took out the message with the royal seal on it. The guard looked and nodded and opened the door. Beuth walked through them and just as he got to the other side the door began to close. Before it shut completely he heard the guard. “ Good luck Lad!” Beuth smiled as he surveyed the forest entrance. “ Yes good sir… ill need it.”
	Beuth began to walk into the forest carefully looking for the ilduluze herb. It was a new herb her recall didn’t know about but he was determined. As he continued to walk his ears perked strait up. He turned from what he thought was the way he came in but found that it was miles upon miles of forest. His eyes went wide. Then he sighed. He leaned up against a tree and sat down.  Well im lost. How I don’t know but im just going to have to stay put.” Time seemed to move about as fast as molasses. Beuth looked up at the forest canopy when he felt the tips of his ears tingle… there was someone coming just as he looked down, he felt a strong current of wind brush under his chin and a scent of citrus and rosewater filled his lungs. His eyelids suddenly became heavy and his vision became extremely blurry. He tried to make out who was casting sleep on him but failed as he slipped into a unconsciousness.     Shrouded in darkness and confusion, Beuth tried to think of what happened. All the possibilities.  Im dead. Death came swift and merciless with the scent of flowered sweetness…. But wait this cannot be death. I know of this scent. But I cannot place it. I know now that this is not death. This feeling is of a memory and warmth.” While his mind wandered in sleep, his body was being taken to a hidden den within the forest his abductor resting a paw gently and softly on his chest feeling his heart beat as he floats to their destination.

If you liked this fiction, I am more then willing to write more. I love variety. E-mail me at Viperfang2045@yahoo.com and ill see what I can do. Please please please, include what it is you want me to write about and who. I prefer anthromorphs to humans. Oh and so I don’t take all the credit the second half is all Caroos doing. I would have normally gotten it all done myself but school was kicking my tail. 

		-Leon (Mitch Self II)

Caroos part

As you know.. I draw a lot of art.. some erotic.. but if you’ve seen enough of it. You know all to well I’m against pain and misery. This is MY personal taste and I know it’s contradictive to the typical furry way, but really and truly, I don’t care.

His mind is clouded with thoughts of contradiction and bewilderment. “Why can’t I accept that I’m dead?” he thinks while in his dreaming state of being. His body detached from his thoughts. 

He slowly awakens, before opening his eyes he can taste the warm smooth air around him. The same sweet sent from in the forest… maybe he’s still there... Maybe the strain and stress of the task at hand was too much. But as he slowly opens his eyes the blurs seen already told him he was not in the forest anymore. Tinges of red and warm oranges lased in dark unforgiving black surrounds his senses. And he realizes that he is standing. But to his sudden alarm unable to move. He looks down to see his ankles in metal shackles, then above him to see his wrists bound together with metal shackles… and then the biggest surprise hits his mind… he’s totally naked..

Instant terror and thoughts of who, what and why he’s here. To be tortured… To be eaten… To be sacrificed. A thousand scenarios ending in horror stab into his mind. But… slowly... He feels the air change around him, once only warm how... Becoming soothing to him. Was it trying to comfort the fox? Could wind even have that consideration? He could hear footsteps approaching him, they sounds small though, gentle to his tingling ears.

“well well, looks like we have another trespasser.” A voice says to him form the shadows, “who…who are you… explain yourself and why have you put me here this way?” He says in the most defiant and strong tone he could must, the figure walks before him in the darkness walks ever closer and he sees with his eyes the one who captured him. “hehe, what a feisty and strong man you are. But you’re still a trespasser… You set foot onto my land, and so you are to be punished accordingly my little fox.” She says. He wasn’t listening much though, his eyes where to occupied with the goddess that stood before him. A tall and perfect figured female rabbit. His eyes fixated on her long tender ears… her cloths so elegant. His eyes get lazy.. But then he snaps back to his situation as she moves closer to him. “P..P..Punish…but.. I didn’t mean to..I mean that.. what are you going to do to me..” He asks a lot more softly then his defiant strange. He sees a smile come across her gentle face. She stands right in front to him and on her tippy toes..

She gives him a long kiss on the nuzzle. Her smooth warm hands careresess his cheeks. This wasn’t a normal kiss though, he could feel her breath enter his body.. into him.. the same sweet taste of rosewater fills his lungs. His body tenses in a pleasure never felt before and one that just couldn’t be explained with words. As she parts the kiss a gentle murr and a grin comes form her mouth. “most people.. I would just let go after an apology.. but for acting so defiant against me and being rude, I’m making you into my little pet.” He says stroking his cheek with a paw. He saw her eyes as she said those words.. they looked like they where begging for more of that sweet kiss. Rudeness has little to do with her intensions.

The air around him gets moist and tender. He can feel his whole body relaxing she stands back from him and grins. “how… lets see.. the best way to brake a fox like you wouldn’t be pain, your kind seems to be resistant to it.. sooo.” She starts to weave her hands in front of her captive. Her eyes are closed and suddenly he can feel a tingling feeling on the back of his ears. Then a stroke. What was going on? His ears felt as if they where getting long tender strokes but, There was nothing there but warm air. Beuth looks to his capturer with a scared confusion. She looks back with a grin.. she starts to weave her hands again with her eyes closed and just as before his shoulders felt the same tingle… and then he gasps in surprise as he feels his hard and sore mussels getting rubbed. He looks over his shoulder.. still just nothing but air.

 He whimpers and looks to her. “H..how are you doing that..” he asks.. his voice soft because her rubbing and ear stroking as quite nice to him.. although he trys his best not to show it. She terns her head and gives him a sexy grin. “well you see my to-be-pet fox I’m a witch, a witch of the winds, my soul and being is part of that with surrounds you, I can make the air into anything I wish. And it casn feel quite real.” She explains to him. 

 Beuth looks to her with helpless eyes. In her heart she melts to see such tenderness. He gulps in his thought. “So.. you could…hurt me and brake me without even a touch.. why don’t you?” he asks timidly. Out of the witch comes no answer to him, she starts to weave her hands again and now in unison to the strokes on his ears and the rubs on his back the soft and very sensitive soles on his feet gets rubbed and stroked. While it was only the wisps of air that surrounded the room. The touches felt of soft femmine paws exploring his body. They even felt as it the tips has nails. The gently pleasure of there strokes took its toll on Beuth. He gave out his first moan to her, soft and musical.

With a grin she chuckles. “mmmm its nice to see that the fox likes his torture.” She teases him, he looks to her producing moans and pleasured groans. He wiggled his feet in hopes to dodge the massage but it kept with him at all times. “it..its not..fair.. you..you.. Fiend.” he says helplessly on the chains. She giggles at this. “well then I’m fiend am I.” He smirks and start to weave the air once more. He gasps and his eyes widen to feel that below him his inner thighs are careressed with the stroking on two wisps, he lets out a long breathless moan that arched his back up. 

All this, torture as she called it. To him a confusion of pleasure and peril that might not exist. He whim pers as his member.. form all the excitement start to grow and length out before her. She smiles and walks right up to him. “aww the fox is getting all heated up, mmmmmmmm good!” she whispers into his ear. He moans and trys to nuzzle against her bus she moves away. He looks to her with soft desperate eyes. “by the way.. you may call me Beth.” She says and grins as she moves down to his protruding meat. He looks down and shakes his head. “Wha…What are you gone do..” he says in fear.

Beth.. looking up and grinning, then looking back to the member. “I’m gonna torture you. unless.. you give into me now?” she says playfully to him. “what was with this girl” he thought to himself, but.. he was a proud fox.. and wasn’t to give into a rabbit.. even though she was so cute just looking at her produced a genuine blush. He hanged his head in sorrow. “I..I won’t give up.” He says and whimpers. Awaiting the pain to follow.

He feels it, first a gentle lick on his members head, then two soft hands caressing his length. He moans loudly and arches back in blissful surprise. She giggles and smiles. “Then I’ll just keep licking you until you do.” She says playfully.. He understood now what her intensions where. The teasing was too much. And he finally gave out his load…which to his surprise she drank quite happily. His lips over his members head. suckling it for every last drip as if it was the best thing she ever tasted. 

o now he hands there. Drained and weak.. but not objecting to it anymore. He looks into Beths eyes with a sweet smile. “You..you never wanted to hurt me… you just wanted me to submit to you ..I.. I give into miss Beth.. I’m yours.” He says with his last ounce of strength, fainting from exertion form all the pleasure. Beth gets up and smiles. “and for that, I love you beuth.”

Beuth awakes slowly to the sent of lovely rose pedals. He found himself lying deep into a big soft bed. His body covered in a warm silk blanket.. he blinks and looks to see beth sitting at the end on the beg. Smiling sweetly to him. “morning my little fox.” He says and leans over and gives him a kiss.he blushes and gets up. He’s not bound anymore and has some clothes on. “B..Beth.. I.. have to go.. I have to get a spice to the king.” He says worried about the time he missed. She chuckles and shows him the same decree. “You mean this, Beuth dear, I made it up.. don’t you remember me?” She asks with her beautiful emerald eyes. He peers into them. She.. she looked so familiar. Then it hit him. “Beth…Beth the girl in the meadow… the town said you died of a wolf attack.” He says and looks to her in confusion.. Was it a lie?

She sighs and shakes her head. “No Beuth, they found out I had witch blood. And tried to kill me.. but I ran into the forest.. and well, I managed.” Eh says and smiles jesting her hand to the lovely house around her. He looks to her with less confusion.. and more understanding. “It’s lonely here isn’t it” he says. She nods slowly to him and sighs. “You.. you were the only one who was kind to me Beuth… wont you please stay.. pet or no pet.. I don’t care.. even for just a while.” She says leaning down. Cuddling her warm body to him. He blushes and smiles. “I see why not. I can stay as long as Beth wishes it.” He says and holds her gently. Her grip tightens and she starts to purr.

“You wont regret it my fox… I will never mistreat you” she says and kiss’s him over and over.. To which the air become moist and hot.. And he laughed to himself. “This might just be paradise.”