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Fuel's Punishment	By : ethan_is_cool Category: +A through F > EarthBound Views: 1455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Fuel in the Forest
- 1
"Hey, Fuel! Your shift is over now, you can go on and head home!" Caroline said jofully. "Thanks for all your help today!"
"No problem at all!" piped Fuel. "It's nice working here,"
"Well, Angie and I are real glad to have you," replied Caroline. "But don't overwork yourself! Everyone needs a break here and there,"
"Yeah, you're right about that," Fuel nodded. He grabbed a few of his things from behind the counter. "See you around, Carol, Angie. Have a good rest of your day!"
Fuel had been working at Carol's shop for almost a year now. He was young, but eager. It kept him out of the factory and he was around good company. It was a win-win situation for all. He kept his head up even as the once-peaceful village became bustling and busy in such a short time. Not everyone in Tazmily was able to stay happy, though. Maybe it was easy for Fuel since he was still a kid.
Fuel strolled through the forest, humming to himself gently. He had just eaten lunch with Caroline and Angie before he left the store. Fuel had several hours before his dad would come home from the factory. The sun was still out, and the wind was just right. Fuel decided that we would play in the forest for a while. It was nice to get away from the village sometimes.
Fuel arrived at his house after just a few minutes. He walked up to his room to drop a few things off. The floor creaked gently as he passed through the empty house. He came back downstairs, straightening the room up on his way to the door. He pushed in the wooden chairs around the table he had helped his father build. It was nice to make things all yourself, he thought. Most of their furniture was made by Fuel and his father, Lighter. Lighter didn't take too well to all the new things the outsiders brought to Tazmily. Oh well.
Fuel pushed open the front door and left the house.
He stretched and looked out towards the forest. "It'll be a while before dad gets home..." he said aloud. Fuel shrugged and started walking wherever his mind brought him.
Deeper into the forest the more dangerous the animals got. There was some slitherhens around, some odd combination of a snake and a chicken.
A strange hissing came from a nearby bush.
"Aww, get off me!" Fuel sighed. A slitherhen had started to coil around his leg in a vain attempt to bite the boy's leg.
Fuel picked up a nearby stick and flicked the snake-creature away. It hissed and retreated back into the undergrowth.
"Heh, that'll show you," he laughed. Fuel brandished the stick in the air. It would have to be his way of figthing off any other snakes.
Fuel continued with his leisurely walk through the forest. He had to fend off a couple more slitherhens. He didn't hurt them, only flinging them off into the bushes. It was the least you could do for such a feisty creature.
It wasn't long before Fuel came across the cliffs near one edge of the forest. They were still horribly scratched up from the Drago three years ago. He didn't like thinking about what had happened to Lucas, Claus, and their mother. Most of the people in the village had eventually moved on, but neither Lucas nor his father had ever come to terms with the way their family was split apart.
Fuel always made it a point to spend time with Lucas. He was such a nice boy, and he didn't deserve any of the horrible things that had happened. He was a good friend too. Fuel always felt the need to check up on Lucas now and again. He probably got a bit lonely without his twin brother around. It was all so tragic.
Fuel walked up to the cliffs. The rocks were gray and scratched, even crumbling in some parts. He took his stick and traced through the imprints left by the drago's massive claws. He tried to imagine what it would've been like to see the destruction in person. It was kinda scary to think about.
He saw a part of the wall lined with some strange staples, almost shaped like a ladder. Apparently the man named Duster did it all on his own. Come to think of it, Fuel remembered seeing him hanging around with Lucas. It was good that he was making more friends.
The boy placed one foot on a wall staple and gazed upward. He immediately decided against climbing it. It was way too high. What would Lighter say if he got hurt?
Fuel became disinterested with the cliffs and decided to explore a pile of rocks not too far away. There was a lot of rocks, some the size of his fist and others half his height.
Suddenly, Fuel heard a voice from the other side of the rocks. It sounded a lot like Lucas's voice, but much more glum than usual. He walked around the rocks and peered around, looking for his friend.
"Lucas? Is that you over here?" Fuel called out.
Fuel looked past the rocks and saw someone completely different on the other side. He was around Lucas's height, but dressed nothing like him.
The boy by the rocks was wearing a black jacket lined with fur. He had some dark orange pants and a strange helmet on his head. One hand held some kind of communication device, and the other had a yellow sword. He seemed around the same age as fuel, just on the verge of his teen years.
The masked man looked over at Fuel as he spoke.
"Oh, um...I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Your voice sounds a lot like his," Fuel explained.
"Lucas?" the boy said. His voice seemed almost emotionless.
"Y-yeah," answered Fuel. "He's my friend from the village. I thought it was him talking,"
"Lucas..." the boy repeated. "Where is he?"
"Huh? I don't really know...he might be in the village or something," Fuel replied.
The masked man pointed his sword towards Fuel.
"Take me to him. Now," he commanded.
Fuel was scared now. This guy was gonna hurt him if he didn't bring him to Lucas? Imagine what he would be doing to Lucas...
"Hey...I don't think you should..." Fuel said nervously. He stared at the sword in the boy's hand.
The boy shoved Fuel hard. Fuel took several steps back to avoid falling over.
"Either he dies, or you die. Pick one," said the masked man. He slowly walked closer to Fuel.
"S-stop it, please," Fuel mumbled. Nobody in the village had ever been this mean. "You don't need to hurt anyone,"
The boy pushed Fuel back again, making him move back even further. He was surpisingly strong.
Fuel felt his eyes become slightly wet. There was a hard feeling in his throat.
"Co-come on...you don't have to..." Fuel struggled to speak. He was on the verge of crying in front of this boy.
"It's my mission. And you're obstructing the mission," said the boy angrily.
"Stop..." Fuel tried to say. But the words would barely come out.
The masked man shoved Fuel with more force than before. Fuel fell down hard, feeling his breaths become fast and frantic. A couple of tears rolled down his reddening face. He sat on the ground, staring up at this boy. He could hardly see the boy's face with that helmet on.
"Are you going to tell me where he is?" the boy said, waving the sword around.
"N-no...I don't know where he is," Fuel said, brushing away his tears. "I'm not lying," His voice began to crack as he started crying.
The masked man stared down at him and scoffed. In one swift motion he stabbed his sword into the ground in front of Fuel. It missed his legs by just inches.
Fuel jumped in surpise and raised an arm to protect himself. He was nearly quaking in fear.
The masked man shook his head, grabbing Fuel's arm. He quickly yanked it, pulling Fuel off the ground. He stumbled forward towards the boulders.
The masked man approached Fuel. The boy stared in fear, his back against a large rock.
"I'll ask you one last time," he pulled the sword out of the dirt. "Where is Lucas?"
Fuel shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I said I don't know! I don't know where he is!" Fuel said. His face felt red and hot. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Even if he knew where Lucas was he wouldn't want this guy to find him.
"Fine then," grumbled the boy. He shoved Fuel against the rock with his abnormal strength.
Fuel's breaths quickened as the boy flipped him around. He stomach was now pressed against the boulder. The boy pressed his face down onto the rock, bending his body over it.
"P-please..." Fuel whimpered. "J-just let me l-leave..."
"No," replied the boy firmly. "Not until you are punished,"
The masked man knew that he had to punish this boy for his disobedience. He wouldn't kill him...He would have to inflict punishment in a way he would never forget. It would have to be something he would never forget. The masked man felt a strange exhiliration, an excitement in his body. He knew what he was going to do next.
The boy reached ahead to the front of Fuel's shorts. He undid the button and unzipped the boy's pants.
"H-hey! What are you..." Fuel said, struggling to get away beneath the boy's immense strength.
The masked man did't answer. He reached his hands into the sides of Fuel's underpants and pulled them down in one swift motion. Fuel's backside was exposed to the hostile boy. Malicious hands roughly groped the boy's cheeks.
"H-help..! Some...one?" Fuel choked out. He had trouble with just those few words.
He heard something else unzip behind him. The masked had unzipped his orange pants and reached inside. The boy pulled out his erect penis. It was long and hard. Its veiny shaft pulsed as he stroked the length.
"What-What are you doing?" Fuel whimpered.
The masked man didn't reply. Instead, he leaned back and grabbed Fuel's ass. He pulled the two pale cheeks apart and found his target. The boy slowly moved forward, poking his erection at Fuel's entrance.
"Th-that's my--!" Fuel gasped. He tried wriggling to get out.
All at once the masked man forced his way inside.
Fuel shrieked out in pain, his tears coming faster. He gripped hard against the boulder.
The masked man began thrusting back and forth, over and over. He pinned Fuel to the rock and pushed his penis in as far as it could go.
Fuel felt a burning pain in his rear. His hole was being stretched far as he cried out in agony. He leaned forward against the rock. He cried out in pain, his face burning red with tears.
The masked man kept a harsh grip on Fuel's hips. Fuel's virgin ass squeezed tightly on his erection. He pulled out and pushed in, over and over. The boy in front of him wailed, feeling the masked man's cock ravaging his body.
Fuel stared straight ahead towards the forest. The pain wouldn't stop. The masked man was punishing him, hurting him in a way he could never forget. There was so much he didn't understand. Why would the boy do something like this? Put himself inside another boy? Fuel tried to brace through the pain but he couldn't stop shaking or crying. He couldn't escape from the horrible strength that held him down.
The masked man grunted in pleasure. He was clearly enjoying the way he punished Fuel. He pounded the innocence right out of Fuel. He had impeded the mission and needed to feel pain.
It wasn't just about the punishment either. The masked man was only a boy, yet he still had strong urges. This was his perfect situation to pleasure himself and punish a boy who wouldn't follow directions.
The masked man placed a hand between Fuel and the boulder. He felt his victim's flaccid penis. He gripped it tightly in his hand, feeling it slightly harden at contact.
Fuel only became more distressed at this. He was penetrated and his private parts were being touched. He pressed his face down onto the rock. He wished and prayed that the pain and abuse would be over.
The masked man soon felt his pleasure at a peak. His penis throbbed inside of Fuel's ass. The boy let out a rough groan and several powerful thrusts.
The masked man reached his climax. He began to ejaculate into Fuel's ass. He was overloaded with stimulation, moaning as he fired his semen into the whimpering boy. With a few final pushed, the masked man gave everything he had. He arched his back and placed rough hands on Fuel's cheeks.
After he had finished and his penis softened, the masked man pulled his boyhood out of Fuel. Fuel's hole was stretched and raw, bright red and covered in semen. A light stream of cum dripped down his quivering thighs.
The masked man stepped back and admired his work. Fuel was still bent over the boulder, gently crying. His pale ass was exposed for anyone in the forest to see. Fuel's shorts and underwear were down at his ankles.
The masked man walked towards the other side of the boulder. He placed a hand on Fuel's chin.
"Maybe next time you'll learn to follow orders," he said triumphantly. "Or you'll be feeling this again,"
With those words he gripped his penis and demonstrated its length to Fuel. It was soft but still long. The masked man grinned and tucked his length back into his pants, zipping them up. He ruffled Fuel's hair and went off to retrieve his sword from the dirt.
Soon after, the masked man disappeared into the forest. Fuel was left alone against the rock.
Fuel stayed exposed and bent over for what seemed like an eternity. He felt his hole still burning in pain, still dripping in the other boy's fluids.
How could anyone do this? That boy had put himself inside of Fuel. He had touched Fuel's penis. It hurt to think about.
Fuel slowly slid off of the rock. He could hardly stand. He tried to get his footing on shaking legs. He almost fell to the ground, leaning against the rock behind him. He looked down. His penis was still out, a reminder of the masked man's touching. He was barely old enough to have sexual feelings. A small group of hairs had grown on his crotch over the last year or so. But everything had been forced on him so fast.
Fuel sighed with unstable breaths. He leaned down and pulled his underwear and shorts back up. He buttoned and zipped the shorts. What good would it do? He was powerless to stop that boy. He could feel the semen dripping into his underwear. Fuel had no idea what the strange fluids inside of him were. They had come from the other boy's penis. It had to be a bad thing.
Fuel tried to walk, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. He felt even more tears coming. The pain coming from his backside was hard to forget. He began to limp through the woods, moving as fast as his weak legs would go.
Soon enough Fuel limped into a clearing and caught a view of his house. He made his way to the front door and pushed it open. His father was still at work. The quivering boy limped his way to the stairs, grasping the railing tightly.
Fuel trudged over to his bed and collapsed onto the covers. He could finally rest.
Fuel reflected on the horrible things that had happened. That other boy with the helmet and sword...he had put his penis inside of Fuel. It hurt. It still hurt, even now. He could feel that liquid--whatever it was--dripping into his underpants. It was starting to dry up.
Fuel gently touched his backside. His cheeks were bruised were the boy had grabbed him. He had been so rough, so hurtful...
He buried his face in the pillows. He cried softly in pain and confusion. He hadn't done anything wrong. He had no idea where to find Lucas. Why did this happen to him? What was so important about finding Lucas?
Fuel dried his eyes, temporarily staving off the tears. He was tired, so very tired. He sighed and felt the need for rest overcoming his fear and pain.
Fuel drifted off to sleep, hiding his reddened face in the pillows beneath him.
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