Into the Void
Day Seven
Kiran woke up to the feeling of Fern’s smaller body pressed against his back, one arm draped over his waist, the fennec was really getting his week worth of closeness to Kiran. The fennec’s cock was already hard and nestled warmly between Kiran’s ass cheeks.
“Morning, pet,” Fern whispered against his ear, voice low and intimate. “Last day.”
Kiran’s heart clenched. One week was almost over. He was so close to seeing Farren again.
But something in Fern’s voice made the fur on the back of his neck stand up.
Before Kiran could respond, Fern’s body began to change.
The smaller frame grew heavier. Fur shifted from sandy to deep gray. Ears shrank and reshaped into familiar pointed wolf ears. The cock pressed against Kiran’s hole thickened and swelled, the familiar shape of a wolf’s knot already forming at the base.
When it was done, Farren was lying behind him.
Not the real Farren as Kiran knew, but it was a perfect seeming copy. The same broad chest pressed against his back. The same thick arms wrapped around him. The same low, rumbling voice.
“Missed me, pretty fox?” the fake Farren growled against his ear, nuzzling into the soft fur there.
Kiran’s breath caught. His cock was instantly hard, even though part of him wanted to punish Fern for this illusion, having even a fake Farren close to his body was betraying him, rewarding Fern/Farren with a hard, plump red fox dick.
The wolf rolled him gently onto his stomach, but instead of rushing, he took his time. Large paws stroked down Kiran’s sides, over the curve of his waist, along the dip of his spine. Warm lips pressed slow kisses between his shoulder blades, then lower, following the line of his back all the way down to the base of his tail. Kiran's cock lay pressed beneath him, throbbing against the mattress, while those big wolf paws and lips worked him over.
Kiran shivered.
“You’re shaking,” the fake Farren murmured, voice thick with affection. “Relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
He spread Kiran’s legs wider and settled between them, the heavy weight of his body pressing Kiran into the mattress in the most comforting way. One large paw slid under Kiran’s hips, lifting them just enough as the thick head of his cock nudged against Kiran’s hole. He rubbed the red, leaky tip on his ring, letting the precum all over it, slicking the little red fox ass up for entry.
The first push inside was slow. Agonizingly slow.
Inch by thick inch, Farren sank into him, stretching him open with that familiar, perfect burn. Kiran moaned into the pillow, claws curling into the sheets. It felt exactly like the real thing, the heat, the girth, the way the knot teased his rim before sinking in just a little, then pulling back.
“Fuck… Farren…” Kiran whimpered, voice cracking.
“I’m right here,” the wolf rumbled, leaning down to kiss the back of Kiran’s neck. “I’ve got you, pretty fox.”
He started fucking him with long, deep, loving thrusts, the kind that ran over Kiran’s prostate on every stroke and made his toes curl and his thighs tingle. There was no rush. No pounding. Just slow, sensual grinding, the wolf’s hips moving in deep, deliberate circles that made Kiran feel every single inch.
Kiran’s mind was spinning.
It feels so real… the way he’s holding me… the way he’s kissing my neck… the way his knot keeps teasing me…
The fake Farren reached under Kiran and wrapped a large paw around his leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. His other paw slid up Kiran’s chest, gently pinching one of his nipples before trailing up to cup his throat, not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Loving. Kiran imagined there was something in Fern that desires this close connection with Kiran, beyond just sex, beyond pleasure. The way Fern allowed him to cuddle with him in the shower after the sex was done, the way the fennec caresses him and stays with him in bed.
“You feel so good around me,” the wolf murmured against his ear, voice rough with pleasure. “So tight and wet. Like your body was made for my knot.”
Kiran whimpered, pushing back against every thrust. The slow pace was driving him insane in the best way, every scrape of that thick cock over his prostate sent sparks shooting up his spine. He could feel the knot swelling bigger with every stroke, catching on his rim, stretching him wider.
“Please…” Kiran begged, voice high and desperate. “Please knot me… I need it…”
Dammit, it wasn't real, but Kiran couldn't help himself, he lusted for this feel, even if it's just a simulation by some magic little fennec fox. He loved to surrender to pleasure without shame now. Craved it, really.
Farren growled softly and pushed in deeper, the knot finally popping past Kiran’s rim with a wet, audible stretch. Kiran cried out as it swelled inside him, locking them together. Knotted by the fake Farren! His cute little red ass cheeks and thighs quivering as the knot pushed in, and his throat moaning against his will. Farren chuckled with adoration.
The orgasm hit him like a wave.
Long, powerful streams of fox cum shot across the sheets as his hole clamped down hard around the knot. But the fake Farren didn’t stop moving, he kept grinding in those slow, deep circles, working the knot inside Kiran’s fluttering hole while Kiran came and came.
“That’s it, baby,” the wolf praised, voice low and rough. “Cum for me. Let me feel that pretty hole squeeze my wolf knot. A fox like you deserves a big thick red boy inside you, showing you how loved you are.”
Kiran sobbed with pleasure, body shaking. The knot pulsed inside him, hot and thick, and then Farren was cumming too with thick, heavy ropes of wolf cum flooding deep into Kiran’s guts. The sensation of being so full, so stretched, so claimed made Kiran’s eyes roll back.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the wolf’s weight pressing Kiran down into the mattress. The scent of his own spend and Farren's/Fern's filling the air, along with the slight beginning of sweat, which takes a significant amount of exertion or arousal for an anthro to release.
Then the fake Farren spoke.
“Are you ready to find the real one?”
Kiran’s eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, still floating in the afterglow, his body sunk in it like a drug. “Yeah… I’m ready.”
Something cold pressed against the side of his neck.
Kiran’s eyes flew open. “Wait, what are you...”
The world went dark.
Kiran woke up to the feeling of grass under his cheek and cool night air on his fur.
He was lying in an open field. The sky above was wrong, too many stars, swirling colors that didn’t belong to any normal night. Fern stood a few feet away, completely naked, running his paws through the empty air like he was searching for something invisible.
Kiran sat up slowly. His head was foggy. His hole felt sore and full. He was still leaking cum.
Fern didn’t look at him. “You passed out after we finished. I carried you here.”
Kiran’s ears pinned back. “You drugged me.”
Drugged him... while he was knotted still. That means the fennec stayed in him leaking cum while he was unconscious. That little bastard....
Fern’s paws suddenly stopped moving. His fingers curled around something invisible, and then he pulled.
A jagged tear ripped open in the air in front of them. Swirling violet and black energy spilled out, crackling with power.
The portal to the Void.
Kiran stared. “What the fuck is that?”
“The way to Farren,” Fern said calmly. “Nothing but you can pass through. No clothes. No weapons. Just your body. You don't have a metal hip or pacemaker or anything do you? That would not be good.”
Kiran stood up on shaky legs. “What does this have to do with finding Farren?”
Fern finally looked at him. His teal eyes were glowing in the strange light.
“If you want a happily ever after with your wolf… you have to go through the temples. They’re inside the Void. Blue stone. Ancient. They’ll show you the way to him.”
Kiran frowned, still feeling the effects of whatever Fern had drugged him with. “How the hell are a bunch of stone temples supposed to find Farren?”
Fern smiled, small and sad.
“Because the temples don’t just show you what you want, Kiran. They consume you until you forget everything else. Until the only thing left is the search. And if you’re lucky… maybe you’ll find the version of Farren who never left.”
Kiran stared at the swirling portal, heart pounding.
This didn’t sound like salvation.
It sounded like a trap.
But he had come this far. He had given up seven days of his life. He had let Fern break him down and rebuild him into something new.
He took a shaky step forward, completely naked, cum still leaking down his thighs.
Then another.
And then he stepped through the tear in reality.
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