Drabbles of the Foxy Kind

Author's Note: For those of you who are squeamish and easily disgusted, do NOT read this drabble. This sickened even me and I was the one who wrote it. Says a lot about who I am, doesn't it? So if you are not okay with fisting or a tiny hint of watersport, leave now while your mind is unsullied.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I do not make any money from this.

Shippo was quite uncomfortable.

No, it wasn’t from the fact that he was bare naked and laying on his stomach with his legs folded beneath him and his ass hanging up in the air for all to see.

What was was what Hakudoshi was doing behind him. Not for the last time did the fox wonder how he had let himself get convinced into this. Just because the pale white maniac behind him had heard of this from some mortal drunks right before he had slaughtered them didn’t mean that he was some sort of expert. While it was true that he was open to new experiences, what his lover was proposing to do was really testing that threshold.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he blurted out for tenth time, his anxiety boiling just beneath the surface.

Instead of getting annoyed with him, his pale lover merely chuckled as he continued to spread oil all along his hand and lower arm. He was being generous today, he knew, and just seeing how bent out of shape Shippo was getting over this spoke to the sadistic side of him that was never too far away in his mind.

“Trust me,” the pale demon said, his voice ever soft. “You know I would never hurt you intentionally.”

Shippo snorted at that. “Oh? What do you call all those session of rough sex—ooh, what are you…?”

“Enough talk,” Hakudoshi stated, a finger already embedded deep into the fox. “Just enjoy, my precious.”

Shippo shivered as a second finger entered him. “Enjoy he says,” he muttered under his breath but not complaining thus far. The familiar motions of the two long fingers thrusting into him and scissoring his opening was comforting in its own way and he let his tail arch up slightly to brush against his lover’s stomach.

In response to the tickling sensation against his gut, Hakudoshi chuckled and picked up his pace, adding a third and then a fourth into the submissive demon.

Shippo murmured an incomprehensible sound, moaning aloud each and every time his lover’s fingers scraped against his prostate. Sure Haku was moving faster along that he normally did but Shippo found that he didn’t have much of a care. Just as long as he kept hitting that spot deep inside of him, he could care less just what it was that it had agreed to earlier.

Then he felt something try and push its way into his opening and it felt a bit like another finger. It had to be a thumb since he could feel his lover’s other hand stroking his sides, treading along his ribs and tracing formless patterns. He shifted in his position, feeling slight discomfort as he was stretched to a point that he hadn’t been before.

Relax, he counseled himself. Hakudoshi told him he knew what he was doing so he had to trust it.

And then the next step was taken as Haku began to push his knuckles into him. Oh god, this did not feel right. He knew he had been pushing it when he let Haku still his cock up him but right now that hand was really testing his limits. His hole wasn’t made to be stretched out this far.

“There,” Hakudoshit breathed. “I’m in.”

Dear god what had he been thinking when he agreed to let Haku stick his entire hand up into him? He had never felt this full before and it wasn’t the kind of fullness that he typically liked.

“Can you take it out now?” he whimpered, shifting his body and trying to rid himself of his discomfort.

“Why?” the pale demon asked. “We’re just getting started.”

With that, he began to push his hand further into him and Shippo groaned. He felt Haku brush his fingers up against that spot in him but right now not even that was able to relieve him of this. He felt stuffed, that was the simplest way he could explain it.

Hakudoshi suddenly stopped pushing his arm into him, a frown forming on his face. “Didn’t I tell you to go earlier?”

Confused, the fox did not know what the hell Haku was talking about. The pale lover must have been reading his mind again because he just signed and pushed slightly further into his moving something.

Then it hit him.

“Sorry,” he managed to get out. “Forgot.”

“Guess I’ll have to punish you for that,” the demon replied, his tone light.

A short cry erupted from the fox’s mouth as more than just a fist was pressed deeper into him. He had the sudden urge to vomit, an urge so strong that he was starting the dry heave.

Then, as if to torture him more, Haku began thrusting his arm in and out of him. It would be a lie to admit that there wasn’t a hint a pleasure in it but Shippo was more focused on the stuffed feeling he had in his gut. He was too full and he began to squirm about, trying to force this too large intruder out of him.

Then Haku did the unexpected and pulled his arm out, hand and all. The sudden loss was so relieving that he felt a warm sensation spread out from his crotch as he relieved himself.

Hakudoshi raised an eyebrow at him as the golden puddle spread out from under his little fox. Shaking his head, he teased, “So little control.”

It took Shippo a while to realize that he had pissed himself and he tried to offer a condolence with a weak chuckle. However, he completely lacked the energy to even move as their little experiment had taken a lot more out of him than either of them had anticipated.

And okay, maybe he was a bit out of it as well since he hadn’t noticed his pale lover had moved until after he had inserted his cock into his loose opening and was giving him shallow thrusts, all the while nibbling at his neck. For some odd reason, Shippo was reminded of a time not too long ago when he had been just as complacent, a time when he had first been taken by the pale demon that now held his heart captive.

It would be shortly after Hakudoshi emptied himself into him that he would finally drift off into slumber.