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Party Hearty (Jamie and Darkness)

Jamie_the_Brown

Jamie_the_Brown

Supernova
Joined
Mar 9, 2009
The note had been left for Vixey on Wednesday, little more than a piece of paper with a scrawled name, address, and invitation in the top half of the sheet, placed there by perhaps one of the college's most popular guys, Zaid. Captain of the soccer team, ladies' man, rich, etc., and his family was out of the country for the entirety of spring break. Zaid's first order of business had been to set up a party, which the shy young Vixey had been invited to, following his talking to her in class the previous week.

The party was loud and full of people by nine, a mere half hour after the party had begun. Drinks flowed, and already the basement, a closet, and the pool house had college students fucking like, well, animals in them. Zaid was sitting on the wet bar, laughing with a few of his soccer friends, a (pardon the pun) wolfish smile on his face, tail wagging absently back and forth, an open can of beer cradled in his claws.
 
When she had received the note, Vixey was more then just a little surprised. The young fox usually kept away from the others in her classes, preferring to concentrate on her studies. She was studying to be a pediatrician because she loved taking care of children and her own mother had been a doctor. Vixey knew that Zaid was one of those types of guys that was very vain and everyone loved him. But she also knew that she had to be careful of him and despite her instincts to politely refuse the invitation, she decided to go anyways. While she was from a wealthy family as well, like many of the others in the school, she didn't flaunt her families money and she was in school on a scholarship so most just thought she was from a middle class family.

On the day of the party, Vixey had taken the time to make herself look nice. Most wouldn't be able to recognize her because she normally wore rather conservative clothing like sweaters and a pair of jeans and she always had on a pair of glasses and her hair was usually pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing a nice spaghetti strap dress made out of a light green silk that brought out the green in her eyes and it showed off her long legs because it stopped a little lower then mid-thigh. On her feet she wore a pair of simple black high heels. Her long hair was pulled up a little and she wasn't wearing her glasses. Vixey was a little on the thick side but she wasn't considered fat. Just healthy. So she had plenty of curves in all the right places. As she entered the house, she looked around a little nervously while playing with a lock of her slightly curly red hair and sighing.
 
Zaid had just finished taking a long swig of some low grade beer when his friend, a literally weaselly looking young man appeared and whispered something into Zaid's ear. He grinned.

"Hey there, Vixey. Fancy something to drink?" Zaid asked, milling through the crowd, flanked by a couple of hanger-ons, Zaid seemingly the least inebriated out of the three. He was fairly handsome, which only served to increase his reputation with the ladies, having black fur, tinged with gray that hinted at his mother's side of the family. Eyes were greener than green, and he had an easy smile and a tight body that only served his purposes further. As if by magic, he produced some fruity drink, typically favored by the girls he spoke to, and he offered it with a million dollar smile.
 
Vixey was beginning to consider leaving when Zaid appeared and she sighed while looking up at him. "Hello Zaid." she said softly with a small shy smile. "A drink?" She looked a little unsure. After all, she rarely drank and usually it was during a holiday or at some kind of celebration like a wedding. Running a hand over her ears, she looked at his friends before looking up at him when he produced some kind of fruity drink and offered it to her and she smiled up at him. Reaching out, she gently took the glass from him and looked down at it for a moment while sniffing it curiously.

"What's in it?" she asked softly before taking a sip of the drink. She got a wide range of different flavors from the drink as it washed over her tongue and it made her ears twitch in a cute way.
 
Zaid shrugged as he downed the last of his beet, tossing the can off into the next room, where, as luck would have it, it landed neatly in the recycling bin. He grinned; he couldn't even make that shot when he was -sober-. He turned back to Vixey. "Hell if I know. Alcohol, and some berries, I think. Not bad, though," he said, grinning, wolfishly so, when he saw her ears twitch. Vixey was cute, that was sure enough, and more than a couple of guys really wanted to fuck her. Meanwhile, Zaid planned to add her to his list of conquests.
 
Vixey couldn't help but giggle softly when he grinned at her and threw the empty can into the recycling bin in the next room. She slowly nodded when he told her that he thought that there were some berries and alcohol in the drink. She could definitely taste the alcohol beneath the fruity flavor but it wasn't too strong. "Zaid... I - um... I really want to thank you for inviting me to the party." she said to him while running one of her claws over the rim of the glass she was holding. "I'm usually not invited." She bowed her head, causing some of her slightly curly hair to fall in her face.

A moment later she lifted her head and took a slightly longer drink of the fruity drink he gave her. Vixey made a mental note not to drink too much because she knew that she wasn't too experienced with alcohol and she didn't want to take the chance of getting drunk.
 
Zaid offered her a brilliant smile, his hands digging down into the pockets of his jeans, touching momentarily on a little Ziploc in which had recently rested a little white pill, currently fully dissolved in Vixey's drink. Not enough to knock her out, no, but her susceptibility to alcohol was more than doubled. "Don't mention it. And I gotta say, you look pretty hot when you feel like dressing up," he said with a bright grin, and a quick wink. "Wanna take a walk?" he asked, offering her a hand, the other hand gesturing to the sliding doors in the living room.
 
At the moment, the pill hadn't taken effect just yet but there was little doubt that it would in a couple of minutes. Hearing him say that she looked pretty hot when she felt like dressing up made her giggle and she grinned while sheepishly looking into her glass. "Thanks." she said gently, feeling her face heat up a bit before she looked up at him again. At his offer of a walk, she nodded and placed her hand into his. Her hand looked so small and dainty when placed into his and she smiled slightly. She swirled her drink once before drinking the rest of it and setting it down on a nearby table. By the time they reached the sliding doors in the living room, the pill was already beginning to take effect and she was beginning to feel just a slight buzz.
 
Zaid's larger hand closed around Vixey's, squeezing it, fingers twining with hers. It was comforting, he'd found, and he was surprised at how small her hands were compared to his. He made his way down the walkway, past the pool house, where he could hear the sounds of his friend taking advantage of a drunk young bunny, and finally towards the cellar. By this time, the pill would have taken full effect, rendering her easy to suggestion and the like. "Come on, I think you'll like this," he said with a smile, reaching down to open the exterior cellar doors, before his hand closed on Vixey's once more, and he led her down the steps into the cellar. Already, a few of the guys who'd paid for a show, were in a loose semi-circle, seemingly waiting.
 
Vixey felt him squeeze her hand and lace his fingers with hers, causing her to smile up at him as he led her out of the house and along the walk way. As they passed the pool house, she could hear what was going on inside and she felt her cheeks heat up even more when she realized what was going on. Her heart began pounding when he stopped at the cellar doors and opened them before being lead inside. "A-are you sure?" she asked softly. "What's going to be in a cellar that I'll like?" She looked around a little nervously as they moved down into the cellar before seeing the group of guys at the bottom. "Zaid... what are we doing?"
 
Zaid returned her earlier smile as they walked through the cool cellar. "Oh, you'll see," he said cryptically, as his hand dropped from hers, brushing momentarily, almost innocently, over the curve of her bottom. "Everyone here?" Zaid asked the apparent lead of the semicircle, in that he was bigger than the others. "Yep," said the jaguar with a bright grin, and Zaid turned, motioning Vixey over to him. The moment she drew close, Zaid's arms wrapped tightly around her, one around her waist, thew other over her upper back, his hand stroking through her curly hair. An, without waiting another moment, he pressed a long, hard, passionate kiss to Vixey's lips, arms a vice around her.
 
Vixey frowned slightly when he didn't answer her completely but for some reason she couldn't think straight as he led her into the cellar. When he dropped her hand and ran his hand over her bottom, she flushed a little and moved a little. The fox became a little confused when he asked if everyone was there and she blinked a couple of times while stopping on the bottom step of the stairs, looking at the group of guys, her hand resting on the banister. After being motioned forward, she slowly stepped down and walked towards him. "Zaid... what are they doing here? I thought we were going for a walk." she said before grunting when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. If he hadn't of started to stroke her curly hair, she would of panicked but his hand running through her hair caused her to close her eyes and relax more.

But when he pressed a long, hard and passionate kiss against her lips, Vixey placed her hands against his chest and pushed weakly before turning her head with a soft squeak. "Z-Zaid..." she stammered, her heart hammering a harsh tattoo beneath her breast.
 
"We went for a walk, didn't we?" he asked, nearly growling against her lips. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol, his words reeking of want. "And now our walk's over, isn't it. What shall we do now, Vixey? Any ideas?" he asked with a bright grin. His fellows sniggered as Zaid's hands settled upon her rear, gently squeezing, before he pushed forward, his weight falling heavily upon her. He claimed her lips in a kiss as she was dragged down toward the floor in the middle of the semi-circle. However, he was not what one could call rough, his hand smoothing over her lower back, the other slipping back up to her head to calmly stroke through her red hair.
 
The scent of alcohol was a little overwelming for the fox and she swallowed hard as he spoke. "I-I don't know." she stammered quickly, looking around at the laughing males. "We could return to the party." Her ears and tail twitched with her unease as he grabbed her rear and squeezed gently. When he pushed forward, she felt his weight pushing her down to the floor even as she weakly struggled to get out of his grip. "I thought you said I'd like this." she whimpered, her green eyes wide with her innocence and glazed from the drug. Her eyes also showed her confusion as she wasn't sure if she wanted to shove him away or pull him closer as he stroked her hair and ran his hand over her lower back.
 
The guys around the two, now on the floor, Zaid nipping and licking her neck as he stroked over her innocent body with his hands, hooted and hollered at the show Zaid had promised them, one of them even absentmindedly stroking himself through his pants. Zaid, meanwhile, was pulling the skirt of Vixey's dress up over her curvy ass, smoothing over her rear and lower back, both caressing her and undressing her at the same time.
 
Vixey's head was spinning and she was shaking a little as Zaid nipped and licked at her neck, her ears laying back a bit as she squirmed beneath him. "Zaid.... Zaid, please stop." she whimpered as her dress was pushed up, exposing her white silk and lace boyshorts to him and the others around them. She began breathing a little faster as he touched her in ways that no one had ever done before, causing her large, perky breasts to rise and fall a little quicker. "Please, I don't think I like this." she murmured, her voice beginning to slur just a little.
 
"Aw, but you don't wanna disappoint the adoring public, do ye? Like theatre? The show's -gotta- go on," he murmured to her, growling into her ear. He nipped at her neck, one hand delving down between her warm thighs. His hand touched upon the soft cloth, before his hand worked its way into her boyshorts, his hand brushing against her most private area. Getting up onto his knees, he started to gently finger her, his other hand reaching up to her chest to knead one of her large, perky breasts, tugging a bit so that the straps slid off of her shoulders.
 
"G-gotta go on...?" she echoed weakly before whimpering when he slid his hands between her thighs, closing her eyes tightly when he touched her underwear before feeling his hand move beneath the fabric and she shook her head slightly as he touched her. But as he began to gently finger her, she whimpered and her body tightened around his finger while he began playing with one of her breasts. If he tugged too much, the delicate strap of her dress would of snapped but the straps of her dress slowly slid down off her shoulders and her breasts began to become exposed to him, causing her to cover them with her arms in embarrassment.
 
"Aww, don't be shy," Zaid murmured to her, the hand that remained underneath her arms gently toying with one of her large breasts. At last, his hand pulled away from her chest, his hand slipping out from underneath her underwear. She would be able to feel the cloth rip as Zaid clawed it, tugging her underwear off, and he swiftly crawled between her legs. Undoing his pants with one hand, he kissed her fervently, his free hand stroking through her curly crimson hair.
 
She felt his hand still playing with one of her breasts, her nipples beginning to harden beneath his palm. When he pulled his hand from her chest and the other from her underwear, she began to try and crawl backwards before she heard her underwear rip before being tugged off of her. As he crawled between her legs, she swallowed hard and gazed up at him with wide eyes. "What... what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice meek, soft and unsure. She was about to ask why he was opening his pants when he pressed his lips against hers and began stroking her long curly red hair.
 
"What does it seem like?" he asked innocently, his body resting between her meaty thighs. His hands slipped back down to her hips, tugging her dress up, and if she offered even the slightest resistance to this, he would rip it apart with his claws. The dress, laying now on the ground to the side, Zaid leaned over her, his hips shaking his pants off a bit. His cock rested against her womanhood, before his fingers wrapped around his cock. He lined himself up with her, pushing against her outer lips. "Hold on," he said with a wicked grin, sliding forward, taking her virginity, filling her with his cock.

Resting in her warm, tight body, his hand began to stroke through her hair again, which seemed a comforting thing to her. His lips pressed against hers.
 
She grunted as she began struggling a little more as her mind began to work. At first she wasn't sure what was going on since she'd never been in that position before but as he pulled her dress up off of her, leaving her laying there completely bare before him. She felt his hips moving between her thighs and his cock resting against her until he grasped himself and lined himself up against her and she shook her head. "P-please don't." she whimpered to him, her hands gripping his shirt tightly before he pushed into her completely. When he took her virginity, she cried out in pain and began pushing at his chest while whimpering.

"Stop." she whimpered. "You're hurting me Zaid." She softly sobbed while he stroked her hair then kissed her, her body squeezing his cock tightly while trying to push his cock out.
 
The group as a whole cheered Zaid on as he tooked the shy fox's virginity. Despite her shy, bookish nature, several of the boys in the class had long harbored crushes on her, her meek nature, and her amazing curves, and finally Zaid had plucked her flower. "Alrighty have. Let's have a little fun with it, aye?" he asked with a swift, roguish wink. He began to draw out of her, before he rocked back in, starting to ravage her ludicrously tight pussy, toned body refusing to be budged by her hands. However, after a moment, he spat on his hand, and slicked his cock with it, before he was back inside of her, picking up the pace a little bit, causing her breasts to jiggle with every thrust.
 
The sound of the group cheering made her sob again as she looked around almost franticly, her eyes pleading with them to stop what Zaid was doing as she whimpered. Her shoes had fallen off and she dug the claws of her feet into the side of his legs as she kicked at him the best she could. When he drew out of her then thrust back in, she grunted in pain as tears escaped the corners of her green eyes. Her hands began to beat at his chest as he thrust into her before she felt him pull out for a moment just to spit in his hand and slick his cock in order to make it easier to thrust into her. When he pushed back into her and began thrusting faster, she closed her eyes tightly while turning her face away from him.
 
Her walls' squeezing of his cock to prevent him entry had only served to excite him further, as did her doing her best to knock him away from her. He was too strong, however, too fit, and she didn't have much room with which to swing at him, and so he continued on with this forceful act, filling her untried passage time and time again. "Oh... fuck!" Zaid groaned out, claws scoring the floor beneath them as he came, hot, thick seed filling her up. Zaid offered Vixey a bright grin, and pulled his cock out of her, slick with unknowable juices. "Who's up next?" he asked with a bark of laughter, his jaguar friend, a monster in size compared to Zaid, quickly stepped forward, unzipping his pants.
 
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