The Ticket Master (A)

Prologue -

Murphy was lounging on the front porch in a hammock with a Hawaii background, sipping on an iced soda, when he heard the familiar sound of Mitzie’s dad’s truck rumbling down the street. The man was a mountain of muscle, a conspiracy theory aficionado, and—Murphy’s personal favorite—he burned his tax forms every year, convinced that the government was tracking every penny he earned.

"Mitzie! C’mon, you ready?" Murphy called out, announcing that her dad is there. Mitzi happily smashed the door behind her sporting a silly smile. The picture of Hawaii fell and the camera zooms out to show Murphy is in the apartment hallway.

Mitzie appeared in the doorway, packing up her backpack with what seemed like the entire contents of a survivalist’s handbook. She was rocking her usual mix of confidence, randomness and optimism, a perfect foil to her dad’s no-nonsense, government-hating personality.
"So you sure you don't wanna runaway and go to that NSync concert?"
"I'd love to, but deer hunting season ends in a few days. They taste even better with marshmallows and kerosene".

“Where’s the fun in the woods if I’m not there for you to be amazed at my skateboarding skills, huh?” Murphy said with a grin.

Mitzie shot him a glance, naively enthralled. “Oh, it's too bad you won't come. We were going to start a really big fireplace tonight, the old papers from the 70s burn the brightest. No park rangers for miles to bother us. Just me, you and my dad.

Murphy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, right. If he thinks Bigfoot’s an undercover CIA agent, I don’t know how I’m supposed to make it through a weekend of that."

Just as he spoke, her dad appeared behind her, towering in the doorway like a brick wall wrapped in a flannel shirt. His sunglasses were still on, even though they were indoors.

“You two just keep up with those government-approved distractions while I’m out there surviving real life,” her dad grunted. His voice sounded like gravel being ground underfoot. “They’ve probably planted listening devices in your TVs, Murph. You best keep that remote out of sight.”

Murphy shot Mitzie a knowing look. “Have fun, Mitz. Tell your dad I’ll keep an eye out for any government drooling drones in my neighborhood.”

Mitzie smiled, the hint of a smirk. "You do that. I’m off to prepare for the end of the world, Murphy. Just be sure to use the special Sonic the Hedgehog fireworks I got you."

With that, she grabbed her duffel and walked out the door, her dad muttering about taxes and surveillance as they left.

Murphy stared after them, softly smiling. He was content. Hey, that just meant more time for him to figure out who to take to the concert.

Murphy kicked his skateboard along the cracked sidewalk, taking a smooth turn as he stopped in front of a vending machine. He knocked on it a few times, a little tap of his finger, and then twisted the knob with a flick of his wrist. With a satisfying clang, a Pepsi bottle dropped down.

"Just like clockwork," Murphy muttered to himself, cracking open the bottle with a grin.

Suddenly, a sharp voice interrupted him. "Hey, Murphy!"

Murphy turned slowly, already knowing who it was. There, with a smug look on her face, was Vivian.

"I couldn't help but overhear," she said, her smirk practically glowing. "I’ve been wanting to go to this concert for weeks, and here you are, with an extra ticket... How convenient."

Murphy groaned internally. He held the Pepsi bottle between them like a shield, barely concealing his annoyance.

Vivian leaned in closer, that irritatingly self-satisfied look still plastered across her face. "I’m sure you were planning on giving it to someone worthy, right? You wouldn’t want to waste it on just anyone."

Murphy raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "I was planning to invite you, actually. Since you're the only one who gets my taste in music." He tilted his head. "It’s gonna be a blast."

Vivian gave him a sarcastic smile. "Wow. A rare gesture of kindness. Should I be honored?"

Murphy chuckled lightly, holding his Pepsi between them like a barrier. He pulled out his phone and typed something quickly. "You know what, Vivian?" He locked eyes with her, smirking. "How about you text me in exactly one hour? I’ll let you know if I still have the ticket by then."

Vivian blinked, clearly caught off guard by this sudden change of plan. "One hour?" she repeated, her smile faltering.

"Yup, just text me in exactly one hour, and we’ll see," Murphy said with a wink.

Vivian huffed, clearly frustrated but trying to hide it with a forced smile. "Fine. One hour. We’ll see if you keep your word."

She strutted off, her annoyance barely masked. Murphy took a sip from his Pepsi, grinning to himself. "That’s the fun part. Watching her try to outsmart me."

Murphy was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, lazily flipping through channels when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Vivian—always a sign that something either very bad or very entertaining was about to happen.

"Hey, Viv. Got something you want?" Murphy texted back, knowing full well that a simple "yes" would probably spiral into something ridiculous.

Moments later, Vivian’s reply pinged back. "What do you want for that NSync ticket? I’ve got cash if you’re desperate."

Murphy smirked, tapping the screen with a plan already in mind. "Nah, cash won’t cut it. I want 12 favors."

The phone went silent for a second, and Murphy chuckled, knowing she’d be reading that and wondering if he was serious. He didn’t have to wait long.

"12? Are you kidding? That’s a joke, right?"

Murphy grinned to himself. "Take it or leave it. You want the ticket or not?"

Vivian’s next reply had a single word: "Fine. What’s the first one?"

Murphy didn’t hesitate. "Let me ride in your limo. Just a joyride. I’ll even keep it classy."

Vivian’s response was swift and laced with sarcasm. "Really? You’re making me do this? It’s a limo, not a carnival ride."

Murphy raised an eyebrow, casually lounging back. "Hey, you’re the one who agreed. You want the ticket, right?"

There was a pause before the inevitable. "Fine, get in."

Murphy hopped off the couch with a grin that stretched wide enough to make his teeth almost glow. He was loving this. "This is gonna be fun," he muttered, already picturing the chaos that was about to unfold.

As the limo cruised down the street, Vivian, gripping the wheel with a tight jaw, made it clear that this was hardly her idea of fun. "Don’t think for a second that I’m doing this because I like you, Murphy."

Murphy leaned back, making himself comfortable. "Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m not fooled by your 'nice' act."

Vivian shot him a glare. "You’ve got 11 more favors to cash in after this. And they better not be ridiculous."

Murphy just smirked. "Ridiculous is kind of my thing."

An hour later, after a quick stop at a fast-food joint, Murphy wasn’t about to let up. "Next favor," he started, already fully enjoying the power dynamic he had over her. "I want a deluxe burger, extra cheese, and fries. Oh, and a milkshake."

Vivian groaned, glaring at him. "You’re really milking this, huh?"

"Well, when you’ve got a limo and a menu in front of you, why not go big?" Murphy teased, flashing his trademark grin.

Vivian’s response was a heavy sigh. "Fine. One burger coming up. But that’s it."

Murphy leaned back in the limo, savoring his small victory. "And don't forget the fries. This is just the beginning."

Vivian was practically steaming now, but she wasn’t backing down. "You’re unbelievable, Murphy."

Murphy waved off her complaints. "I know, right? And I’ve got plenty more favors to ask. Get ready."

As if on cue, Murphy hit her with another request. "Now, let’s talk music. Your limo, your playlist, right?"

Vivian, who hadn’t been thrilled about the first few favors, was now visibly annoyed. "You want to control the music too? Next you’ll be asking me for a chauffeur’s hat."

Murphy laughed. "Nah, I’m just here for the tunes. What do you got?"

She handed him her phone with an exasperated look, and he scrolled through it, finally hitting play. "This is an... interesting playlist you’ve got here, Viv."

Vivian’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t touch my playlist. I have standards."

Murphy grinned. "Oh, I’m just picking a few of your songs. We’re bonding. Enjoy."

Vivian rolled her eyes. "This better not be the start of another favor list."

Murphy leaned in, his eyes gleaming. "Speaking of lists, I could use a personal photo shoot. You’ve got a camera, right?"

Vivian stopped mid-drive and shot him an incredulous look. "You want me to take pictures of you? Seriously?"

Murphy shrugged. "Hey, I’ve got to keep up appearances. Instagram is a thing, you know."

She muttered something under her breath before rolling her eyes. "Fine, but I’m not enjoying this."

Murphy smirked. "You say that now, but wait till you see how many followers I get with those shots."

Minutes later, in the middle of a crowded mall, Murphy was already eyeing the stores. "Hey, you know what would make this even better? A shopping spree."

Vivian looked at him like he’d just asked her to climb Mount Everest in flip-flops. "I’m not buying you stuff, Murphy."

He gave her a sly grin. "Well, I was thinking you could let me borrow your credit card for a bit of retail therapy."

Vivian shot him a glare that could’ve melted metal. "Absolutely not."

"Come on, just a little shopping spree. You’ve got killer taste," Murphy teased.

She was practically twitching. "You’re testing my patience right now."

Murphy shrugged, leaning back casually. "You’ve still got a couple favors left, Viv. You’re almost there."

Vivian let out an exasperated sigh and shot him a look of pure frustration. "Fine, one jacket, and that’s it."

Murphy flashed a wide grin as she grabbed the jacket from the store. "You’re the best, Viv."

As they walked out, bags in tow, Murphy couldn't help but smirk. "You know, I’ve got more favors to ask. But I’ll be nice."

Vivian, rolling her eyes, gave him a sarcastic laugh. "Nice? You’ve got a funny way of showing it."

Murphy chuckled. "You’re one favor closer to that NSync ticket."

Later, as Murphy texted her about another favor, she could only shake her head in disbelief. "You seriously can’t get enough of this, can you?"

Murphy’s grin was infectious. "Nope. What else you got?"

Vivian groaned. "Fine. I’ll help you pick up your notebooks from school. Happy?"

"Perfect," Murphy replied. "I knew I could count on you."

As they walked to the school, Vivian couldn’t help but mutter to herself, "For someone who pretends to be cool, you’re really a pain in the ass."
As they approached the school, Vivian found herself juggling Murphy’s heavy stack of books with little grace. She was already regretting agreeing to this, but as they neared the front steps, she spotted a few of the popular kids leaning against the wall, whispering and giggling. Of course.
One of them, Sarah, did a double-take and then gave a snide smile. "Whoa, look at this. Vivian, the book carrier. Since when did you get a job as Murphy’s personal assistant?"
Jake, standing next to Sarah, nudged her and laughed. "Guess it’s official. He’s too cool to carry his own books, so now he’s got someone to do it for him. That’s so cute, Viv. Are you getting paid for this gig or just collecting favors?"
Vivian, trying to ignore the sting of embarrassment, shot them both a sharp look. "You guys are hilarious. Really."
But Jake wasn’t done. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What’s next? You gonna start following him around, doing his homework too?"
Vivian clenched her jaw and shot back, "Not unless he starts asking me to write essays on how annoying he is."
Vivian's grip tightened on the books as she fought to stay calm. She had enough of the teasing.

Vivian gave him a look that could melt steel. "I swear, you’re lucky I’m doing this for the tickets," she muttered.

Murphy just laughed, his eyes twinkling. "Hey, I told you. I’m irresistible."

As they walked away, Vivian muttered under her breath, "Yeah, but not in the way you think." She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Murphy chuckled beside her, completely oblivious to how much she wanted to toss one of his books at him.

Later that afternoon...

Murphy continued his steady rhythm, his hands gripping Vivian's hips tighter as he thrust into her. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he struggled to keep up his cheesy hentai lines.
"You can't fool me, Viv. I know your body like a well-worn comic book. Every line, every curve, it all tells a story. And right now, your body's screaming for more."
Vivian rolled her eyes, trying to hide her growing discomfort. "Not going to dignify that with a response. I'm not enjoying this. I'm just... tolerating it."
Murphy leaned back, feigning ignorance. "Oh, really? Then why is your body gripping me so tightly? Why are your nipples so hard? Why are you breathing like you've just run a marathon?"
Vivian's blush deepened, and she looked away, avoiding his gaze. "Because your cock is literally rubbing against my clit."
Murphy staring between her legs. "Ooh..." they both stare at each other. Vivian annoyed. Murphy's neutral face turns into a smirk.
Murphy slowed his pace slightly, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. "Are you sure about that? Because it feels like you're enjoying every second of this, Viv. Admit it."
Vivian's breath hitched, and she squirmed beneath him, clearly struggling to maintain her facade. "N-No. No, I'm not. I'm just doing it for the ticket, you stupid cat. Stop it with the comic book lines. AaaahhhGod Aaahh"

Murphy grinned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. "Why did you moan like that?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low hiss that sent shivers down her spine.
Vivian rolled her hips again, her body clenching around him as she sought out new sensations. "To stop hearing your voice-AH" she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she continued to ride him. – oh God, right there!"

Murphy chuckled, his eyes locked onto hers as he slid one hand down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He began to stroke her in slow, deliberate circles, his hips matching the rhythm of his fingers. "You keep telling yourself that, fox girl...vixen..redhead" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Vivian moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave herself over to the sensation. She felt the heat building between her legs once more, the pressure coiling tight in her core as Murphy continued to stroke her, his fingers working in tandem with his hips.
"Goddamnit, Murphy," she panted, her nails digging into his chest as she held on for dear life. "You're going to be the death of me."
Murphy grinned, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to drive into her, his fingers never pausing in their relentless pursuit of her pleasure. "Death by orgasm, Viv? Now that's a way to go."

Vivian groaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the sensation. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples brushing against Murphy's chest with every thrust. She felt the heat building between her legs, the pressure coiling tight in her core as Murphy continued to stroke her, his fingers working her clit until she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Murphy hissed, his hips never pausing as he continued to drive into her, his fingers working her clit until she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. "That's right, fox girl," he grunted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come for me. Show me how much you hate fucking me."
Vivian moaned, her body clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She felt Murphy's body tense beneath her, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her one last time, his own release finding him at last.
(expanded version at the end)

Later that night at the concert...

Murphy leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, watching Vivian march toward him. She was practically glowing, a wide, smug grin plastered across her face, her steps light and self-assured as she approached. After twelve favors, this was her moment. Her hand shot out eagerly as she closed the distance between them.

"Finally," she said with a dramatic sigh, her voice dripping with mock exhaustion. "I get what I’m owed."

Murphy’s smirk deepened. He reached into his jacket pocket, moving deliberately slow, letting the anticipation hang in the air. Vivian’s eyes gleamed as she watched, ready for the prize—an NSYNC ticket, no doubt. But instead of handing over the sought-after golden ticket, he pulled out another one. His fingers flicked it toward her with a casual air, like it was no big deal.

Vivian’s expression shifted from eager excitement to confusion. She blinked, holding the ticket up to her face. "What’s this?" she asked, staring at the ticket in disbelief. It wasn’t for the concert.

Murphy’s grin grew even wider. "Enjoy the show, Viv," he said with a wink, his voice dripping with amusement. "But you’re not going to be seeing NSYNC tonight."

Zoe, who had been standing off to the side, watching with interest, couldn’t help but chuckle. She stepped forward, nudging Murphy with her elbow. "You know, that’s a real nice touch, Murph."

Vivian's eyes narrowed, slowly piecing it together. "What did you do?"

Murphy shrugged nonchalantly, his hands now stuffed casually into his pockets. "Well, you wanted a favor, didn’t you? I think I just found a more... suitable venue for you."

Vivian’s gaze flicked from the ticket back to him, then to Zoe, as she processed what was happening. Her face slowly turned a bright shade of red, her frustration building by the second.

"Where am I supposed to go with this?" she snapped, her voice a little too sharp.

Murphy’s grin widened. He wasn’t backing down. "Well, you’re not going to the concert, that’s for sure. You’re going to one of these places instead."

Vivian's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she glanced down at the ticket once again. The realization was sinking in fast, and the look on her face was a mixture of disbelief, fury, and—if Murphy wasn’t mistaken—embarrassment.

With a final, exasperated sigh, Vivian looked up at Murphy. "This is unbelievable," she muttered, holding the ticket out toward him like it was some kind of toxic substance. "You’re sending me to this instead?"

Murphy didn’t even flinch. "Yup. Enjoy."

Vivian’s jaw tightened as she glanced at the ticket again—her eyes scanning the words that weren’t what she had expected. The address printed on it led to a gravel-filled parking lot, barely more than a space between run-down buildings. It was an underground rap battle, and the crowd was described as "rowdy"—no VIP section, no chance for special treatment.

"A rap battle? Seriously?" she blurted out, her voice a mixture of disbelief and fury. "I came this close to NSYNC, and you send me here?"

Murphy just smiled, his tone casual as he gave a shrug. "Hey, it’s an experience. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find a new appreciation for music. Or... you know... for a little chaos."

Vivian shot him a glare, then turned her eyes to the ticket in her hand again, as if willing it to change. No such luck. She had no choice but to walk away, grumbling to herself. The sound of blaring music and shouting crowds echoed faintly from the parking lot as she made her way toward the scene, her steps heavy with resentment.

Zoe watched the whole thing unfold with quiet amusement, a small chuckle escaping her lips as Vivian’s back disappeared down the street. She turned to Murphy. "You’re cruel, you know that?"

Murphy just shrugged again, tossing the empty soda can he’d been holding into a nearby trash bin. "Nah, she’ll survive. If she wanted to go to a concert, she should’ve been more careful with her favors."

Zoe smirked. "That’s one way to teach someone a lesson." She shook her head, eyes gleaming. "Alright, let’s get going, Murph. I’m not about to miss this concert."

With that, they both turned and headed down the street, leaving Vivian behind in her battle with the underground rap scene—a battle that was loud, chaotic, and entirely her own.

THEND

Expanded smut:

Murphy continued his steady rhythm, his hands gripping Vivian's hips tighter as he thrust into her. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he struggled to keep up his cheesy hentai lines.
"You can't fool me, Viv. I know your body like a well-worn comic book. Every line, every curve, it all tells a story. And right now, your body's screaming for more."
Vivian rolled her eyes, trying to hide her growing discomfort. "Not going to dignify that with a response. I'm not enjoying this. I'm just... tolerating it."
Murphy leaned back, feigning ignorance. "Oh, really? Then why is your body gripping me so tightly? Why are your nipples so hard? Why are you breathing like you've just run a marathon?"
Vivian's blush deepened, and she looked away, avoiding his gaze. "Because your cock is literally rubbing against my clit."
Murphy staring between her legs. "Ooh..." they both stare at each other. Vivian annoyed. Murphy's neutral face turns into a smirk.
Murphy slowed his pace slightly, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. "Are you sure about that? Because it feels like you're enjoying every second of this, Viv. Admit it."
Vivian's breath hitched, and she squirmed beneath him, clearly struggling to maintain her facade. "N-No. No, I'm not. I'm just doing it for the ticket, you stupid cat. Stop it with the comic book lines. AaaahhhGod Aaahh"

Murphy grinned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. "Why did you moan like that?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low hiss that sent shivers down her spine.
Vivian rolled her hips again, her body clenching around him as she sought out new sensations. "To stop hearing your voice-AH" she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she continued to ride him. – oh God, right there!"

Murphy chuckled, his eyes locked onto hers as he slid one hand down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He began to stroke her in slow, deliberate circles, his hips matching the rhythm of his fingers. "You keep telling yourself that, fox girl...vixen..redhead" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Vivian moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave herself over to the sensation. She felt the heat building between her legs once more, the pressure coiling tight in her core as Murphy continued to stroke her, his fingers working in tandem with his hips.
"Goddamnit, Murphy," she panted, her nails digging into his chest as she held on for dear life. "You're going to be the death of me."
Murphy grinned, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to drive into her, his fingers never pausing in their relentless pursuit of her pleasure. "Death by orgasm, Viv? Now that's a way to go."

Vivian groaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the sensation. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples brushing against Murphy's chest with every thrust. She felt the heat building between her legs, the pressure coiling tight in her core as Murphy continued to stroke her, his fingers working her clit until she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Murphy growled, his hips never pausing as he continued to drive into her, his fingers working her clit until she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. "That's right, fox girl," he grunted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come for me. Show me how much you hate fucking me."
Vivian moaned, her body clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She felt Murphy's body tense beneath her, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her one last time, his own release finding him at last.

Continued

Murphy and Vivian writhed together, their bodies drenched in sweat and desire. Murphy's fingers danced along Vivian's spine, while his other hand gently played with her hair. Vivian's ears flickered, trying to filter out Murphy's relentless taunts.
"Keep talking that big game, Murph," Vivian sneered, "while your tiny, little –"
"Hey now," Murphy interjected, his hand giving her thigh a sharp, stinging smack. "There's nothing 'little' about what I'm packing, sweetheart. Besides, you wouldn't know a good time if it bit you on your pert, little tail."
Vivian gasped, more from shock than pain. "My tail? Are you kidding me? It's a wonder you can even see past your own ego, you arrogant, self-centered –"
"Careful, fox," Murphy warned, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Or I might start thinking you're actually into me."
Vivian scoffed, but her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "In your dreams, Murphy. Besides, I thought we were supposed to be trading favors, not soggy compliments."
Murphy grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her ass and pull her hips against his. "Who says we can't do both?" He rubbed the thick, barbed length of his cock against her, making her gasp. "Especially when I've got something like this to work with."
Vivian bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as the rough, textured ridges on Murphy's cock sent waves of pleasure through her. "I should've known you'd have some sort of freaky mutation," she muttered.
Murphy chuckled, his hips rolling in a slow, maddening rhythm. "Freaky mutation? Oh, vixen, you have no idea. But you're about to get a very intimate education."
Vivian glared at him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Don't call me 'vixen', you – you –"

Murphy's hips moved in a steady, bruising rhythm, his long, thick cock sliding in and out of Vivian's tight pussy. Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to drive her wild with pleasure and pain. The barbs along his shaft raked against her sensitive walls as he pulled back, sending sharp jolts of sensation that made her gasp and squirm. Her tail lashed wildly behind her, the tip twitching as Murphy's cock dragged against her most sensitive spots.
"Fuck, Murph," Vivian panted, her voice ragged. "You're – you're like a – a fucking jackhammer!"
Murphy's lips curled up in a smug grin, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper with each thrust. He varied the angle, sometimes targeting her G-spot, sometimes pulling back and scraping the barbs against her walls, always keeping Vivian on edge. Her tail reacted accordingly, arching and curling as Murphy's cock stimulated different parts of her.
"Oh fuck!" Vivian cried out as Murphy's cock rubbed against her G-spot, her tail arching high and stiff. "Right there – right fucking there!"
Murphy's hips moved in a fluid, rolling motion, his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. The barbs scraped against her walls, sending waves of pleasure-pain crashing over her. Vivian's tail lashed wildly, the tip twitching as Murphy's cock drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Without warning, Murphy's hips stuttered, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he pushed against her cervix. Vivian gasped, her body freezing as a sharp jolt of pain shot through her. Her tail curled tightly against her back, the fur standing on end.
"Too much, Murph!" Vivian yelped, her eyes watering. "Too deep – too fucking deep!"
Murphy's hips slowly retreated, giving her cervix some much-needed space. His cock continued to move inside her, the barbs scraping gently against her walls, sending soft waves of pleasure coursing through her. Vivian's tail relaxed, the tip twitching softly as she caught her breath.
"Don't you dare apologize," Vivian snapped, her voice regaining its usual bite. "Just – fucking – fuck me like you hate me, Murph. Make it hurt so good."
Murphy's eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening. He began to move again, his hips pistoning in a steady, relentless rhythm. His cock drove deep, filling her completely, but no longer pushing against her cervix. The barbs along his shaft continued to scrape against Vivian's walls, sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Her tail reacted instinctively, arching and curling as Murphy's cock stimulated different parts of her.
"Yes – yes – yes!" Vivian moaned, her body writhing as Murphy filled her again and again. Her tail arched high, the tip twitching as Murphy's cock drove her closer and closer to another orgasm. "Fuck – Murphy – fuck!"
Murphy's hips moved faster, his cock driving deeper and harder. His breath came in ragged gasps, his own release building. His grip on Vivian's hips tightened, his claws digging into her soft flesh. Vivian's tail curled tightly against her back, the fur standing on end as another orgasm crashed over her.
"Fuck – Murphy!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. Her tail lashed wildly, the tip twitching as Murphy's cock filled her again and again. "Fuck – fuck – fuck!"
Vivian groaned, her body clenching around him as he hit just the right spot. "You're – you're like a – a fucking cactus!"
With a final, brutal thrust, Murphy's cock pulsed deep inside Vivian, his hot seed filling her. Their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged as they slowly came down from their high. Murphy's hips moved in slow, gentle circles, his cock still half-hard inside Vivian. Vivian's tail draped limply over Murphy's leg, the tip twitching softly as she panted, trying to catch her breath.
Murphy's hips stuttered to a halt, his cock slowly sliding out of Vivian. He rolled onto his back, his arm draped over his eyes as he tried to regain his breath. Vivian turned onto her side, her tail curling around her legs as she watched Murphy, her expression unreadable.
After a moment, Murphy's arm moved, his eyes peeking out from beneath it. He caught Vivian watching him, her tail twitching softly. "What?" he asked, his voice soft.
Vivian's expression didn't change. "Nothing," she murmured. "Just trying to figure out how the fuck we ended up here."
Murphy's lips curled up in a small smile. "Beats the shit out of me," he replied, his gaze meeting hers. "But I'm not complaining."

Vivian took a moment to regain her composure, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm Murphy had forced upon her. She glared up at him, her face flushed and her breath still ragged. "I – I hate you, Murphy," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Murphy smirked, his hips still moving in slow, lazy thrusts as he continued to fill Vivian with his seed. "Keep telling yourself that, Viv," he taunted, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But your body tells a different story."
Vivian's vulva fluttered, her inner walls clenching around Murphy's still-hard penis as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as she struggled to process the unexpected sensitivity.
Murphy chuckled darkly, his hips picking up the pace once more. "Looks like you're ready for round two, Viv," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.
Vivian's breath hitched, her body tensing as Murphy's spines stimulated her already-sensitive inner walls. "W-Wait – Murphy, I – oh, fuck –" she panted, her body responding instinctively to his thrusts despite her protests.
Murphy gripped Vivian's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed into her with increasing force. His spines rubbed relentlessly against her most sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her body.
Vivian's tail lashed wildly behind her, her whole body tensing as she struggled to hold back another orgasm. "M-Murphy, wait – it's too much –" she begged, tears welling up in her eyes once more.
Murphy's grip tightened, his hips moving with unyielding determination. "You can take it, Viv," he growled. "You love the way my dick feels inside you, don't you?"
Vivian's body responded to Murphy's words, her vulva growing even slicker as her inner walls fluttered around him. She let out a desperate moan, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. "M-Murphy – fuck – oh, god –" she gasped, her voice ragged with effort.

Murphy's eyes widened in surprise once more as he felt Vivian's orgasm, his own release following soon after. He thrust deeply inside her, his hot seed spurting inside her convulsing vulva as their bodies trembled together.
As their orgasms subsided, Murphy finally slowed his thrusts, his body relaxing as he caught his breath. Vivian lay beneath him, her body still quivering and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked up at him, her face flush with pleasure and exhaustion.
"Y-You – you can't keep doing this, Murphy," she panted, her voice barely audible. "I – I can't keep up –"
Murphy smirked, his hips moving in slow, lazy thrusts once more. "Too bad, Viv," he taunted. "You owe me eleven more rounds, remember?"
Vivian's vulva fluttered, her inner walls clenching around Murphy's still-hard penis as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as she struggled to process the unexpected sensitivity.
Murphy chuckled darkly, his hips picking up the pace once more. "Looks like you're ready for round three, Viv," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.
Vivian groaned, her body tensing as Murphy's spines stimulated her already-sensitive inner walls. "M-Murphy, please – I – oh, fuck –" she panted, her body responding instinctively to his thrusts despite her protests.
Murphy gripped Vivian's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed into her with increasing force. His spines rubbed relentlessly against her most sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her body once more.
Their bodies moved together in a steady, punishing rhythm, their moans and grunts filling the air once more. Vivian's body responded to Murphy's relentless stimulation, her vulva growing slicker as her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him.
As another orgasm approached, Vivian's body tensed, her back arching as she struggled to hold back her release. "Murphy – Murphy, I – oh, god –" she gasped, her voice ragged with effort.
Murphy's eyes rolled back as he felt Vivian's orgasm, his own release following soon after. He thrust deeply inside her, his hot seed spurting inside her convulsing vulva as their bodies trembled together once more.

Murphy gripped Vivian's thighs tightly, holding her in place as he continued to assault her pussy with his sandpaper tongue. He knew exactly what she was feeling – the unrelenting friction, the constant stimulation, the maddening pleasure that bordered on pain. It was a sensation he'd experienced himself, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
"Murphy, please," Vivian begged, her voice ragged as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "It's too much – I can't –"
"You can," Murphy growled, his tongue never slowing down, never letting up. "You can take it, Viv. You can take everything I give you."
Vivian's claws dug into Murphy's shoulders, her body squirming as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught of his tongue. But Murphy was having none of it. He held her in place, his tongue moving faster, the sandpapery texture rubbing against her clit, drawing out a scream of pleasure-pain from her lips.
Tears streamed down Vivian's face, her entire body trembling as Murphy finally slowed down, his tongue giving one last, long lick up her slit before he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There you go," he whispered, his voice rough. "Now you know exactly what it feels like to have sandpaper rubbed against your skin."
Vivian collapsed onto Murphy's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to regain control of her body. "You – you cheater," she panted, her voice weak. "You used – your tongue – to –"
"To torture you?" Murphy finished, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I did. And you fucking loved it."

Murphy's hand slid up Vivian's flank, his fingers splaying possessively over her ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. He could feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. His other hand wrapped around her tail, close to the base, tugging sharply enough to make her gasp, her claws scoring deeper into his back.
Vivian's breath hitched, her body arching as Murphy's cock pushed relentlessly into her. She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein, every brutal barbed ring as he stretched her wider than she'd ever been before. Her muscles clamped down, fighting the intrusion, but Murphy was merciless, driving into her with a force that stole her breath away.
"Is that the best you've got, Murph?" Vivian hissed, her voice ragged with exertion and something else – something that sounded dangerously like need. She could feel her body responding to his, her core clenching around him, her tail twitching with a mind of its own.
Murphy's grip on her tail tightened, pulling her head back roughly. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "You want me to give it my all, Viv? Is that what you're really asking for?"
Vivian's breath caught in her throat as Murphy's hips pulled back, the thick head of his cock almost slipping out before he slammed forward again. She could feel every inch of him, the brutal force of his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"You – you're like a – a fucking – a fucking –" Vivian panted, her body writhing as Murphy's cock filled her completely, the brutal force of his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her mind raced, struggling to find the perfect insult, the one that would cut as deeply as his cock was currently splitting her in two.
Murphy's lips quirked up in a cruel smirk. "Come on, Viv," he taunted, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Say it. Tell me what I am."

  • "You're – you're a – a fucking porcupine and a jackhammer in one!"

Murphy and Vivian tangled in a heated mess, their bodies locked together and glistening with sweat. Murphy's fingers traced a path of fire along Vivian's spine, while his other hand tightened in her fur, tugging sharply. Vivian hissed, her claws digging into Murphy's back as she fought to maintain control.
"Is that the best you've got, Murph?" Vivian sneered, her voice breathy with exertion. "Because frankly, I've had worse tickles from a kitten."
Murphy's grip on her fur tightened, pulling her head back roughly. "You little –" he growled, his voice dropping to a low warning. "You're playing with fire, Vivian. And if you're not careful, I might just give you what you're asking for."
Vivian smirked, her eyes flashing. "Promises, promises," she taunted. "But can you actually deliver?"
Murphy's hand traveled down to grip her tail, giving it a sharp, stinging yank. Vivian yelped, her body arching as pain and pleasure mingled. Murphy took full advantage, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his thick, barbed cock into her without warning.
Vivian screamed, her body convulsing as the brutal invasion stretched and burned her. "Fuck, Murphy!" she shouted, her nails raking deeper into his skin. "You could've at least warned me!"
Murphy chuckled darkly, his hips pulling back slowly before slamming forward again. "Where's the fun in that?" he taunted, his grip on her tail never loosening. "Besides, I thought you liked it rough."
Vivian snarled, her teeth bared as she tried to buck him off. "You goddamn –"
"Shh, little vixen," Murphy murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't strain yourself. You wouldn't want to run out of energy before we've even started, now would you?"
Vivian's breath hitched as Murphy's barbs rubbed against her most sensitive spots, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. "You're – you're like a–a–"
"A what, Viv?" Murphy taunted, his hips speeding up, the rough texture of his cock dragging along her inner walls. "A bad case of mange that just won't go away?"
Vivian groaned, her body clenching around him as he hit just the right spot. "You're – you're like a – a fucking cactus!"

Murphy and Vivian lay tangled, their bodies overheating under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Murphy's fingers traced idle patterns on Vivian's back, while his other hand absently stroked her hair. Vivian's ears twitched, trying to block out Murphy's endless chatter.
"You're like a broken record," Vivian huffed, her voice laced with annoyance. "Can't you take a hint and shush for once?"
Murphy let out a low chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath her. "And miss out on all this banter? Nah, fox girl. Besides, somebody's got to keep things interesting."
Vivian sighed dramatically, lifting her head to give him a withering glare. "Oh, you're interesting, alright. Like a root canal without anesthesia."
Murphy threw his head back, laughing heartily. "Ouch! You always know just how to wound a guy's ego, don't you?"
Vivian rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed slightly at his laughter. "Your ego's about as fragile as a toddler's balloon, Murphy. A stiff breeze could pop it."
Murphy grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips and pull her closer. "Well, lucky for you, I've got plenty of hot air to go around." His fingers found their way between her legs, discovering her already slick and ready. "Especially when it comes to making you feel good."
Vivian sucked in a sharp breath, her hips bucking slightly at his touch. "Oh, shut up and just – oh God, right there!"

Murphy and Vivian lay tangled in each other's limbs, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim lamplight. Vivian's head resting on Murphy's chest, her ears twitching as she tried to tune out his incessant chatter. Murphy's fingers traced idle patterns on her back, his other hand idly stroking her hair.
"Keep telling yourself that, fox girl," Murphy murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Vivian sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "You know, they say that people who talk this much are overcompensating for something," she said, her voice laced with feigned nonchalance.
Murphy meowed out a laugh, his chest rumbling underneath her. "Is that so? Well, maybe I'm just trying to distract you from the fact that your body's got a mind of its own."
Vivian snorted, lifting her head to glare at him. "And what exactly does my body say, oh wise one?"
Murphy grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your body says 'More, Murphy. Give me more.'"
Vivian rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed slightly at his words. "You're ridiculous," she muttered.
Murphy shrugged, his hands wandering down to grip her hips and pull her closer. "Maybe. But at least I know my way around a woman's body like a well-worn comic book."
Vivian scoffed, arching an eyebrow. "A comic book? Really?"
Murphy nodded, his hands continuing their explorations. "Every line, every curve – it's all there, screaming out to be touched, tasted, explored." His fingers dipped between her legs, finding her already wet and ready. "And right now, your body's screaming for more."
Vivian gasped, her hips bucking slightly at his touch. "Oh God, do you ever shut up?" she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
Murphy chuckled, his fingers continuing their slow, maddening pace. "Aha! You are enjoying it," he teased.
"Goddamnit, Murphy!" Vivian snarled, her nails digging into his chest. "Just let me enjoy this without your constant commentary!"
Murphy laughed, his hands gripping her thighs and flipping them over until she was straddling him. "Oh, I can do that," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. "But only if you promise to be a good girl and ride me like you mean it."
Vivian glared down at him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "You're impossible," she muttered.
Murphy grinned, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. "Impossible to resist, you mean," he corrected, his voice dropping to a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Vivian rolled her hips, her body clenching around him as she took him deeper. "You're a doofus," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Murphy laughed, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her down onto him with a sharp thrust. "You're saying no, but your body says yes," he teased, his fingers finding her clit and stroking it in slow, deliberate circles.
Vivian groaned, her head falling back as she rolled her hips, taking him deeper. "Because you are literally rubbing my clit, you doofus," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest for support.

Vivian has something to say!
"... Now I must go back to my home planet!"
(screaming dying woman noises) said the fox
Note: Vivian died on her way back to her home planet.

She got replaced by a deuteragonist skater girl cat that also plays soccer and sleeps under Murphy's bed on caturdays.

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Pub: 30 Mar 2025 06:43 UTC

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