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Blitzkrieg's Parade Part 6, Finale
🕑 Added 2017-02-19 06:33:45 +0000 UTC Blitzkrieg's Parade Part 6Scene #2 for January, 2016
Universe: Save the Day, created by Zia
Tags: Wolf, Fox, Superspeed, Invisiblitiy
1,272 words
The Truth has come out, and now both Blitzkrieg and The Phantom Fox have to live with the consequences of their actions.
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There was another long, deep pause, and Karls face flushed as he thought about what Eric must have done to him all those nights the wolf woke up panting, his dick spent in his own underwear as he dreamed of someone else. The chiseled wolf drew himself up, and said firmly, I'm not gay.
Blitzkrieg glared at the fox, his arms crossing over his chest. In his black and gold uniform, it was an unconsciously heroic pose.
A very small smile stretched across Phantom Fox's muzzle, and his ears perked up a little before drooping back against his head. I've seen your computer, Karl.
The wolf's face flushed suddenly, and he tried to hold the pose, but the sheepish look on his face made the fox's tail swish back and forth, and it was the fireplug shaped wolf's ears turn to splay backwards.
Phantom swished his tail, voice playful again for a moment. And you enjoyed all those wet dreams I gave you just fine.
Blitzkrieg's face went stony again, his ears flattened in anger. That... he growled softly, is beyond creepy Phantom.
Erics face fell, his ears drooping low. I know that, The fox said, turning away, dramatic as always, but he didn't meet the hero's eyes anymore. He was blushing, and not just like an embarrassed teenager in love would, but in shame.
There was silence between them for a long time, the bustle and noise of the police station filtering back into the little conference room before Phantom spoke again.
Look. I know this is creepy as hell, and I knew you were never going to be happy about this. I realized I couldnt keep doing that. But I'm in love with you. The fox said earnestly. Thats why I moved in next door. Why I stopped ghosting you at night.
You're a stalker! Karl snapped. And... and a rapist! Youre worse than Schmeterling!
That seemed to galvanize the fox, his hackles rising for the first time since he appeared. Worse than him? Hes a mass murdered, Blitz! Im a stalker sure, but not a rapist, Phantom Fox said angrily, I didn't fuck you, and I could have. I didnt hurt you or drug you or force myself on you. You humped, Phantom jerked a thumb at his muzzle, My mouth. Not the other way round. Just because you were asleep most of the time doesn't mean you weren't into it.
Blitzkrieg stared at the fox in utter disbelief, the paper thin justification for what hed done galling beyond all belief. You're insane, Blitzkrieg spat, his anger finally boiling over into pure disgust.
Phantom's hard expression crumbled at the look the wolf gave him. Maybe I was, thinking you might care, he said a bit dully, his ears falling.
You raped me, and you stand there justifying it by saying you care for me? Blitzkrieg snarled.
Phantom took a step back, tail swishing, Well, it doesn't change how I feel! the fox huffed defensively. Or what I know. So you better think of some way to thank me, Mr. Quick. The fox poked the wolfs chest, getting a sharp shock of electricity for his trouble. Or you won't have a guardian angel standing over you next time.
Blitzkrieg snarled, lunging for the fox, but he was gone, just a flicker of red fading into nothing. The wolf checked the entire room, but if Phantom was still there, he'd gone completely insubstantial.
Karl realized with a growing sense of dread that he had no way of telling if the fox were truly gone.
The wolf stood there for a moment, chest heaving in anger. He had never felt so violated in his life. He thought about all the times hed woken up in the night lately with an erection or having just cum from what he assumed were wet dreams caused by being celibate for too long. How many of those nights had been because Phantom Fox, Eric, had been in his bed? Had been touching him, using him? How many times had the fox raped him in the night? Paws shaking, the wolf snarled slowly, the sound tearing out of his chest. His body trembled as he imagined Eric touching him, caressing his body, jerking him off or... what had the fox done to him? Had he jerked off on him? Used his mouth as he slept? Or fucked him somehow... Karl shook, arms blurring, his mind reeling at the possibilities. Eric had said he hadnt, and Karl was sure hed have known if he had. Had Eric really only given him a few wet dreams? And even if he had, the thought made Karls fur crawl and his spandex suit itch with disgust.
Trying to avoid thinking about the horror of being violated like that, Karl began to think about what else had the fox might have done. How much did he know? How many times had Karl logged into the supposedly secure laptop Stratagem had given him while the fox lurked over his shoulder? Blitz frantically sent Stratagem a message, warning him that everything the wolf could touch might be compromised, and to revoke all of his access.
Blitzkrieg began to gasp, his chest growing tight as he held the communicator more and more tightly, cracking it. Phantom Fox had been in his apartment. Phantom was Eric. His friend, his neighbor, Eric, who had babysat his Frida during a crisis the team had needed him for.
Eric knew who Frida was, knew where she lived. Theyd played board games together! How the hell had this happened? Everything was ruined. His life was ruined he he Blitzkrieg screamed as loud as he could and threw the broken communicator against the wall so hard it smashed into a hundred tiny pieces. Karl tried to hold it back, but the violation, the shaking fear of his daughter being in danger was too much.
The big, burly wolf began sobbing openly, crumpling to the ground beside the broken device. Just as Blitz was about to start having a complete and total breakdown instead of just a panic attack, a soft, sad voice broke the silence.
Phantom did not reappear, but Blitz froze when he heard the soft vulpine voice.
I I Ive ruined everything, havent I? Just like I always do. Im sorry Karl, the fox said quietly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. Karl looked around, trying to spot a hint of him, but the only people he saw were a couple police officers were looking into the room, but who ducked back when they saw Blitzkrieg look up.
I dont theres no excuse for what I did. Or a reason, or anything, I just loved you. And I couldnt resist being with you once you were there in front of me. I just I wanted you to be happy. And Ive ruined that. Forever.
As he spoke, the phantoms voice was slowly becoming louder, more distinct, and Karl was staring right at him as Eric phased into being right beside the slumped wolf, a red and black furred paw holding out a syringe to the wolf. I think you need to take me in.
Blitzkrieg recognized the syringe as the sedatives Stratagem had given him some time ago, a drug that was designed to knock the fox out and keep him solid for up to eight hours.
Karl took it, and with a blur of speed before the fox could shift away, injected Eric with the sedative.
Phantom slumped to the side, falling into the wolfs arms, and Blitzkrieg held him, cursing harshly in every language he knew.
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And, that's it for now! i'm sure I will write something about Blitzkrieg and Phantom again in the future, but for now that's the end of this chapter of their story.
Let me know what you think about the story, and if you like the characters thank Zia for them, as they are his fantastic creations.
