• Kayramell sighs softly as she stands at a bus stop. "I knew leaving so early was a bad idea." She mumbles to herself, shifting the bag she had won at the cosplay convention. The small grey bag reads "Inyuasha" with no other detailing whatsoever. Each item inside shifts as she swings the bag slightly.

    She sets it down to pull one of the items out, when there is a tug at the fluffy tail attached to her baggy red pants. Kayramell swiftly stands up and spins around, met by the blazing white face of her sister, Jade.

    "Hiyas." Her bubbly voice rings like bells.

    Kayramell sighs and shades her head "Jay, don't pull the tail please. It's taken enough abuse at the convention." Her voice is soft, nearly a sigh.

    The fluffy white Persian cat giggles and nods "but it's so long and fluffy! Unlike your real tail."

    Kayramell covers her face with her gloved paws and sighs "Jade, shut the ******** up." Then she bends back over, trying to get the item she was looking for from her bag.

    There is another tug at the fluffy off-white appendage, this time it is a bit softer.

    Kayramell groans and stands up again. "Jade I thought I told you no-" she stops mid sentence when her eyes are met by a pair of deep brown eyes. There isn't enough light outside for her to make out any details or colors, but she can tell that the male in front of her was what appeared to be a freakishly tall and toned folf.

    Kayramell cocks one hip and flips from of the hair from the white wig from her face. "who the hell are you supposed to be? Some sort of demonic wolf fox thing?" she laughs once in a very sarcastic way "well sorry to tell you, dude, but you're doing it wrong." Again she laughs, amused by her own snide comment.

    The male just shakes his head as if she was missing something very obvious, then he grins, exposing rows of sharp looking white teeth.

    Taking a step back, Kayramell licks her lips. "well if you have nothing to say, I'm gonna go..." she slowly backs away, grabbing her bag as she does.

    "Sit." She assumes this was the male that was watching her, so she turns around. Sure enough, his eyes lock back with hers.

    "excuse me?" she says, both confused, and a little ticked. She hates it when anyone tells what to do.

    "sit." He says again, his eyes holding hers.

    Kayramell laughs once and takes a few steps forward, getting in the large folf's face. "well, I don't know who the ******** you are, but let me tell you this, pal. I don't take orders from anyone. I may be dressed like a half-demon-dog, but that does not mean I am going to do what you say. So I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to me like that. Better yet, don't talk to me at all." She spins around again, the fluffy white tail of her costume swinging and hitting the male.

    There's a soft sigh of annoyance, then Kayramell is pushed onto the ground with such force that the headband holding the fake ears and wig fall off, exposing her blood red hair and small black ears.

    She growls and looks up, quite angry. "What the holy hell do you thi-" her words are cut off as something- she assumes it's his paw- wraps around her throat. His grip is tight enough to cause her vision to fade in and out. Until finally, blackness.



    When she awakes, Kayramell becomes aware of four things.

    1.) There is a tight chain collar around her throat. The type you use on pit bulls or other violent dogs.

    2.) She is unclothed. The only thing covering her was a starchy white tarp.

    3.) Everything in the room is metal. Except a very small June Vixen poster on the south wall.

    4.) The heavy steel door is one to rival any bomb shelter.

    The room is about the size of an average classroom, but the bright florescent lighting is something out of a horror movie. She pulls the tarp close to her unclothed body, her dull black claws digging into the fabric as she grips it like a newborn holding its mother's finger.

    She sits up and shifts to sit on her legs, relieving the pressure from her stubby black tail, and her fur stands on end as her legs touch the cold steel of hat seems to be an autopsy table.

    There is s deafening screech as the heavy steel door is open and the same canine- at least she assumes by his stature that it's the same canine- as before steps through. When the door shuts there is a loud click signaling that it has locked.

    The male walks towards her with marine-like movements, graceful but not hurried. With him now standing in the light, she can see each detail that graces his unclothed torso.

    While most of him is a deep midnight black, his muzzle and chest are a shade of blue that is almost calming, and makes it impossible for her to look away. His stomach is a soft eggshell white, and there's a slight hint that the blue coloring falls below his belt. His fingertips are the same blue color while his powerful tail is the same shade of deep black, one simple blue stripe running along it's length and a small tip of white. All of his fur is long and shaggy, and quivers with each of his movements.

    Kayramell finds herself following the patterns in his fur down his body, wanting to see more.

    She shakes her head then sighs as she thinks to herself that her own short black and white fur is dull and inadequate compared to his.

    She only has seconds to think this, though, because when he reaches her, he clips a chain onto the heavy metal collar around her neck and clips the other side onto a hook in the wall behind her, forcing her to lie down on the cold steel table.

    He crawls onto her and with a growl his claws glide down her sides, tearing deep into her flesh, her white fur being colored red by her blood.

    Kayramell cries out in pain and this seems to please him, and even more frightening, it seems to arouse him as well.

    Pinning her wrists to the table with his strong paws, he grips the fabric of the tarp in his glistening white teeth and rips it away. It falls in a heap next to the metal table as he grins at kayramell's now exposed body, seeming to size her up.

    Over his broad shoulders Kayramell can see his fluffy tail wagging, confirming her thought that he's enjoying this.

    His powerful maw finds the crook of her neck and he sinks his sharp teeth into her flesh, causing her to whimper in pain. She squirms as she begins to bleed and he violently pushes her legs apart, his black claws sinking deep into her thigh.

    With her eyes watering, the folf sits up and leans over, searching for something in his deep pocket.

    He straightens and produces a pocketknife, and flicks the blade open. The male drags the sharp blade down kayamell's stomach, creating a shallow wound.

    Se cries out again and grips and pulls at his wrists to try to make him stop.

    He simply smirks and with his free paw, he rubs her c**t softly, seeming pleased with her reaction a she draws in a sharp breath and against all her thoughts, becomes wet. Her sticky c** slowly drips onto the steel table and due to her wounds she doesn't dare move out of the pool of wetness.

    Her attacker then removes the last of his clothing and lines his errection up with her dripping c**t. As he lets out a deep growl, he shoves himself into her, her eyes watering once again as her tight p***y is stretched to allow him to fill her.

    His thrusts are hard, deep, and rough; his claws ripping at the flesh on her hips, forcing her to match each push.

    Small tears roll over kayramell's muzzle and disappear into the soft black fur on her face as she is ******** violently.

    Her attacker pants and growls, becoming more aroused each time she screams or cries out in pain.

    After what seems like forever, he assaults her with one final painful thrust and she feels string after hot sticky string of his c** empty into her, his long shaggy fur trembling with his orgasm.

    Slightly out of breath, he removes himself and frees the collar from the weeping panda's throat as she shakes from silent tears.

    He redressed himself then looks at the quivering girl.

    He runs his fingers through her blood red hair and softly kisses her forehead then whispers softly, "Du bist meine spiel spielzeug."



    **note: for those of you who do not speak german, the states "you are my playtoy."**