Gris & Dwayne's Voretober 2022: Karma (Day 8)

Previous Chapter: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49314792/ or https://aryion.com/g4/view/828673

Told you it got sadder.  Again, mind the content warning.  And again, remember that this is a story focused on kink as healing, so there will be a happy ending eventually. <3

(P.S. The thumbnail art is by Seviene!)

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Content Advisory: This is another heavy chapter. Gris talks about how his search to feel comforted through vore, and letting people in who didn’t respect his boundaries as an asexual person, led to him getting sexually assaulted.

 

“There was this predator who I was bonding with,” Gris began.  “Her name was Kyra, and she was a German Shepherd.  She didn’t like that I was asexual.  I should have left right when I knew that, but I didn’t.  And every time we had a scene, she would find some way to push my boundaries.

“At first, there were excuse as to why it happened, and promises that it wouldn’t happen again.  But those quickly turned into justifications, saying why she couldn't help herself for this for that reason.”

Gris clenched his fists.  Both of his arms were completely shaking.  “I’m such an idiot,” he said.  “I should have left, I know I should have, and yet I stayed cause I’m such a fucking stupid person. At that point I deserved what was coming.”

“No, you didn't,” Dwayne insisted.  He put an arm around his boyfriend and squeezed gently, pulling the human close and letting Gris's head rest on his chest.  “No one deserves to have their lines crossed.  You just wanted to feel loved, and it’s not your fault someone took advantage of that for their own awful needs.”

Gris sniffled and nodded, feeling himself tear up.  He forced himself to finish the story, to tell his wolf what happened.

“We had this scene, he said shakily.  “I was on my knees with my boxers on, and my hands behind my back.  Kyra was just supposed to tease me, then eat me head first.  That was the plan.  But the plan changed.

“She knelt in front of me.  Smiled, and said that she saw how happy I was at our scenes,  and she was going to help me become happier.  She reached out and started stroking my vagina through my underwear, which I didn’t want.  I tried to laugh it off, and gently push her hand away, but she got firmer.  She told me to hold still and that what she was going to do was for my own good.

Tears trickled down Gris’s cheeks.  “She reached into my underwear and started fingering me.  I hate being touched there like that; you know I don’t want contact with my vagina without a layer of clothing.  I wish I had immediately stopped her, but I was momentarily stunned by the awful sensations that it caused in my body, not to the mention the shock of what was happening.  My boundaries have been crossed before, but those were at least little licks and pokes—/this/ was so much more than that.  And she went inside me too, which I never ever wanted to happen in a million years.

“I told her to stop; I tried to end the scene.  She kept pushing me back down, insisting that she wanted to see me orgasm, because she had never seen that before from me.  After far too long, I managed to somehow get up and put my clothes on despite her protesting and wanting me to stay.  I stumbled out the door and never went back.

Gris stopped, and let himself feel Dwayne’s fur underneath his neck, allowing the touch of it bring him back to the present moment.  “That’s what happened,” he finished quietly.  “There’s not much else to say on that. That’s all.”

The human took a deep breath.  /Now Dwayne knows.  Surely know, he’s going to—/

A low growl from the wolf interrupted his thoughts.  He looked up, and saw that his boyfriend looked absolutely enraged.  “I can’t believe somebody did that to you,” Dwayne said.  He squeezed Gris tightly.  “I’m so sorry, hun.  That was absolutely messed up of her.  Just . . . fuck.”

“Yeah,” Gris agreed quietly.

“Karma will get that bitch in the end,” the wolf reassured him.  “Trust me—she can’t treat people that way forever.  It’ll come back to bite her ass.”

This time, Gris didn’t reply.  He took a sip of his tea, which was now quite a bit colder than it was before.  Taking a deep breath, he braced himself. 

He had a feeling he knew what was coming next.