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First times	By : Noreen Category: +M through R > Mighty Ducks Cartoon Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The First Time
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(I don't own the Might Ducks, all that fun disclaimer stuff. And yeah, this is an AU between one of my original chracters and an ex boy friends, I wrote it a while ago, just recently re-found it, and decided it actually was some pretty good writing, so let me know what you think)

Kristy woke up slowly, moaning softly and trying to remember what had happened. All she could feel was the cold metal seeping the heat from her body through the lightweight fabric of her clothes, which were made for Anaheim’s warm climate. Also, her head was throbbing…she moved to rub it and make sure the wound wasn’t bleeding…but was stopped. That shocked her into full awareness. Her eyes fluttered open and she had to wait as they adjusted to the dim light, but she could tell that she was lying on a hard metal bed. She could feel that her arms were both bound above her head, probably tied to the bars at either end of the headboard. Her legs were also spread, tied to the ends of the footboard. She struggled to sit up, but only succeeded in chaffing the rough rope against the tan feathers on her wrists and ankles. As her vision cleared she moved her sore head slowly from side to side, but all she could tell was that she was alone in an empty metal room. She couldn’t tell if it was the Raptor, or a warehouse, or somewhere completely different.
She tried to calm herself using the meditative techniques Grin had taught her and soon the memories came flooding back. She’d been spending the afternoon at the mall with Mallory, shopping for new clothes of course, when Canard had come running up to her. It had confused Kristy alil because her older brother was wearing his battle armor, but she shrugged it off and followed willingly as he tugged at her elbow. Now that she thought back on it she should’ve realized that something was wrong when he went straight for her, completely ignoring Mallory. He’d practically dragged her down an ally before pulling out a laser gun.
“Canard? What’re you doing?” She took a fearful step away from him.
“Heh…you’re comin’ with me duckie, whether you like it or not.” The last thing Kristy saw before the blast hit her was Canard’s face morphing back into the Chameleon’s as he aimed the laser at her chest. It was set to stun, not kill, and Chameleon quickly picked up her limp form, teleporting away just as Mallory came running, looking for Kristy.
“Aw shit!” exclaimed Mallory, her puck launcher still trained on the Saurian’s last location. She lowered the weapon and activated the comm on her wrist. “Please don’t be Canard,” she muttered.
“Wildwing here.”
Mallory breathed a sigh of relief at the voice of the level-headed team captain. “Wing, we’ve got a problem here. The Chameleon just captured Kristy!”
“What!”
Mallory wanted to bang the palm of her hand against her head at the sound of Canard’s exclamation from behind Wildwing’s shoulder. She realized that Wildwing was wearing his hockey gear, and of course he was practicing along with Canard, those two never stopped. “Listen, I’m coming back to the Pond. Just gather everyone up in the ready room and I’ll explain everything then. Mallory out.” She sighed and started the quick walk back.

“Sixty eight….sixthy…nine.” Beo adjusted his grip on the bar as the sweat trickled down his dark muzzle while more shimmered against his muscular black pecs; this was his third set of reps. He growled softly and pushed up for his last chest press of this set. “Seventy!” He set the heavy bar back on its’ holder and grinned a bit as the metal creaked under the weight. He stood up and grabbed his water bottle off the ground, squeezing it and sending a spray of the clear liquid into his jaw, licking the stray drops from his nose with his long pink tongue. He was just draping a towel around his furry neck when Canard’s voice came over the speakers, alerting everyone to an emergency. Beo tilted his head alil, wondering what had the Avian so worked up. He shrugged his broad shoulders and headed for the ready room, his tail swishing as his thoughts shifted from Canard to the duck’s sister.
It’d been about a week ago, and it started out as just another day at the Pond. Kristina Thunder beak was sitting in the garage, dangling her legs off a high tool chest and enjoying the sunshine as she sat near the open garage door. The 18-year old had just finished tuning up her customized duck-cycle and was watching Tanya as the blond genius worked on the Migrator. Both females were wearing grey zip-up mechanics’ suits, but Kristy had pulled down the top of hers, wrapping the sleeves around her slim waist and revealing a bright blue tank-top complete with low neckline. She was leaning back to tie her thick auburn hair back in a high ponytail when the revving of a motorcycles engine caught her attention.
A bike had come around the corner. The helmeted rider was unknown, but he looked new…and of a large build... He turned into the parking lot from the main street and pulled up just outside the garage. The strange male, he was obviously male, dismounted and looked around…He’d noticed the female duck sitting on the tools chest, and the generous amount of cleavage exposed as she pulled her hair back. He grinned as Kristy’s head shot up and she jumped down from her perch. She smiled shyly as she looked him up and down, liking what she saw. He stood about 6'4" and looked thin but toned; though it was hard to tell since the person was wearing a black leather jacket, black jean pants and steel-toed black shoes/boots.
The 5’8” female walked confidently to meet him and offered her tan-feathered hand. “Hi, I’m Kristy. Welcome to the Pond.” A small grin played on her beak as she tilted her head up and her chocolate brown eyes searched the dark mask of his visor. He hadn’t revealed his true form under his wolf-shaped helmet yet and he didn’t know if she’d noticed the back tail that had started wagging slightly at the sight of her, it was easy for the uninformed to think it was just a flicker of a shadow.
“And you can call me Beo.” He took her hand in his paw, which was covered, in a black leather fingerless glove.
Kristy frowned slightly as she thought she felt something furry brush against her hand. “You’re not a duck?” It was more of a statement than a question.
Beo twitched an ear…that wasn’t fear in voice…it sounded more like she was intrigued. Oh well, she was going to find out sooner or later. The 19-year old reached up and pulled off his helmet, revealing a long black muzzle, two pointed ears, and a pair of golden yellow eyes. He watched carefully, waiting for her to scream or run away.
Kristy froze for a moment, she hadn’t know what to expect, but once she got over the shock of a tall wolf-creature towering over her she realized that he was actually kind’a cute. She reached out with a cautious hand to stroke against the side of his face, starting at about the middle of his muzzled and going up to his cheek, feeling the velvety fur alongside her skin.
Beo felt as though he would loose himself within her deep eyes, but was pulled back to reality by an older male’s deep voice interrupting his musings.

Back in the present reality Beo was once again dragged away from his thoughts of Kristy by Canard’s annoying voice. He didn’t mind Wildwing, the teams’ captain was content to let Beo do his own thing…but Canard, that military-obsessed, power-hungry perfectionist never let up, always wanting Beo to ‘fall in line’ and obey his every meaningless order. Though for once there was something important coming out of his big beak. “…Saurians got Kristy, I don’t have any idea why, but Mallory’s on her way back now.”
Beo’s ears perked up at Kristy’s name. His upper lip curled slightly as he looked around the ready room at the ducks. “Well, what’re we doin’ here still? Let’s go find her!”
“Wha’ do ya’ think we’re tryin’ ta’ do?” asked Duke. “Mal-mal’s the only one who saw Chameleon nab ‘er, and we don’t really ‘ave that many other options.”
Beo growled softly under his breath. “Fine, you stay here then while I look for Kristy.”
“Where are you even going to start?” asked Wildwing logically. “We know that the Saurians are using a cloaking device, and they could’ve teleported anywhere.”
He shrugged. “I dunno, but anything would be better than just sittin’ around here doin’ nothing.”
“Hey! If you wanna be part of this team you’d better start listening to orders.” Canard stuck his bill just inches away from Beo’s face. “I’m not risking my sister’s safetly just because you’re too hotheaded to obey a simple command.”
“Fuck off and get out’a my way.” With that Beo turned and walked past the stunned Avian, heading quickly for the garage. He didn’t even care that he was still in his workout clothes, a tight white beater that shoed off his firm chest and a pair of generic black sweat pants. He reached his pitch-black bike and hopped on, kicking off and speeding down the street. His nose was lifted to the wind, searching for any trace of Kristy’s delicious scent.

At that moment Kristy’s scent would’ve been overlaid with fear as she struggled to get loose, pulling at her bindings, but to no avail. She was just grateful that she’d decided to wear her comfy cargo pants that morning instead of her denim skirt, at least the baggy pants were more comfortable considering her present position. Though she doubted the intelligence of her choice to wear a black baby-T, sure it looked cool with the Mighty Duck’s logo outlined in silver, but it had a low scoop neck and left about an inch around her belly button exposed. Kristy heard the sound of foot steps drawing closer and she turned her head to see a dark figure outlined in the open doorway to her right by the bright light from behind him. The light was a shock after so much time in the darkness and Kristy cringed, turning her head away from the door. And the voice she soon heard made her want to cringe even more.
“Very good Chameleon, you actually did something right for a change,” congratulated Dragonus, quickly crossing the distance to stand looming over the captive duckette. “Though I’d been hoping for the feisty red-head, but you’ll do just as well my dear.” Kristy winced and tried to squirm away as his cold talon rubbed against her neck, and down, scratching lightly on the top of her exposed breast.
“No!” she gasped softly as he connected with her bare skin, feeling slightly aroused by the touch, but more so disgusted by the sight of the Saurian doing it.
Dragonus smirked at her. “Oh yes…I think I’ll have some fun with you. And who knows…maybe I’ll spare your life.”
“Not a chance sum bag.” Kristy doubled her efforts to pull free…vial, perverted thoughts going through her mind of what he and his goons could do to her…She wasn’t afraid of loosing her virginity, but not to a Saurian! She’d even been thinking about it lately, ever since she’d met Beo, and the more she got to know him the more she wanted to think about him. Even now she felt a happy tingle despite her current situation as she thought of him, and it occurred to her, he was the one she wanted to be with. She wished it was he leering over her exposed body…Kristy didn’t care about the coming pain, but her biggest regret was going to be that her first time wasn’t with Beo.
“Oh, you won’t have a choice duckie.” Dragonus held her chin between his fingers before pushing her head back down onto the metal bed. “After I get the mask you will be of no use to me.”
Kristy spit in his face. “There’s no way you’ll ever get the mask.” If she couldn’t lash out at the Saurian she was at least going to insult him.
“Why you little…” Dragonus had to resist the urge to slap her face. “When the other ducks see you screaming in pain they will be running to hand deliver it to me.”
“Someone’s going to be screaming, but I can guarantee it won’t be her.” Kristy’s eyes widened at the low, dangerous voice. She would’ve recognized it anywhere…
Dragonus whirled around to face the angry wolf. Beo was down on all four paws, with Chameleon pinned to the floor beneath him. He bared his teeth at the sight of Kristy tied to the bed, and from the scent of fear around her he could guess what the perverted lizards had planed. That quick glace told him that she was basically unharmed, but the sight of her beautiful slender wrists being chaffed by the rope made Beo eager to tear out Dragonus’ throat.
He’d relied on instincts and assumed that the Saurians would use their usual abandoned warehouse to hold their captive. Once he reached the warehouse district Kristy’s lovely aroma was easy to distinguish from the smell of rotting wood and rusting metal. There was also another strong scent in the air, he recognized Dragonus’ disgusting odor and emitted a low growl. Beo dropped down to all fours, letting his feral side show as he raced through the area, finally jumping through an open window and landing directly on top of Chameleon.
“W-wha...how did you find this place?” demanded Dragonus, quickly recovering from the shock of a pair of large glowing wolf eyes ready to tear him apart.
Instead of wasting his breath responding Beo just leaped forward, propelling himself off the wall straight at the large Saurian. Dragonus was trying to push him off as Beo’s snapping jaws came closer and closer to his scaly neck. Finally he managed to get his feet up and launch the wolf into the air, but Beo just landed on his feet, unaffected and ready to pounce again. Chameleon had already retreated and for once Dragonus thought the imbecile had the right idea. He teleported back to the Raptor just in time for Beo to leap through the glowing green light, missing the Saurian Overlord by mere moments. No matter, Beo simply turned on his agile paws and raced to Kristy’s side.
“Beo!” Kristy smiled up at him. “I was hoping you’d find me!”
He cocked his head alil and leaned down, slicing each of her bindings with one swipe of his claws. “Was there ever any doubt?”
Kristy sat up, rubbing her sore wrists. “I’ll never doubt you again…”
Beo notice that she was shivering, both from fear and the cold, and that she obviously wouldn’t be able to walk very well. Those ropes had been tight and probably cut off the circulation to her ankles. So he gathered her up in his muscular arms, cradling Kristy against his chest. She smiled at him with gratitude and wrapped her arms around his neck. Beo nearly stumbled for a moment when he caught the scent of an aroused female…coming from Kristy! “Are you sure they didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.
Kristy nodded and leaned her head against his shoulder. “No, you came and stopped them before…” She shuddered at the thought. “I was so scared that I’d never see you again…and that even if I did you wouldn’t want me…” she trailed off softly.
Beo’s ear twitched, catching her every word with his superior hearing. He set her down she was sitting eye-level with him on a crate and felt himself fall into her deep, chocolate brown eyes. “Kristy, nothing could make me ever stop loving you.”
Kristy had lost herself in his magnificent golden eyes. “But I want my first time to be with you…and I was afraid that I may never get that chance.” She bowed her head, embarrassed to admit her true feelings.
He took her chin gently in his paw and lifted her head so she faced him again. “Do you really mean that luv? Because you’re the cutest furless I know.” They both smiled at Beo’s name for anyone unlike himself, which so far was everyone.
Kristy nodded, leaning her cheek against his gentle caress. “Yes…I-I want to, and more time I spend around you the more I want to know you fully.” She favored him with a lop-sided grin. “And in every way possible…”
Beo felt his tail start twitching wildly at her invitation. He’d wanted to pounce on her from their first meeting, but though it was what his instincts were crying for it just wasn’t accepted in ‘civilized’ company. He quickly scooped her up again, nuzzling her lovely neck with his velvety muzzle as he carried her out to his bike. Kristy smiled up at him and arched her neck alil, taking sensuous joy in his every touch. He had her sit in front of him, on the bike, nearly on his lap so he could wrap his arms around her as he drove…and so Kristy could enjoy his arousal as it stiffened under her tight little ass. She had to bit back a slight gasp as they lurched forward, but it soon turned into a soft moan as she imagined his large member penetrating her now-wet opening.
They soon pulled up near a nice apartment building; Beo wasn’t crazy enough to try anything around the other ducks in the Pond…yet. He’d rented a rather nice apartment loft upon his arrival in Anaheim, and even thought he usually stayed at the Pond to be near Kristy he still kept the loft…he could defiantly afford it, and it was about to come in quite handy. But he didn’t stop at the front door, he had special arrangements. Instead Beo dismounted at a side door, lifting Kristy in his strong arms again and typing in his personal code. The elevator doors opened and he set Kristy down so she was leaning against the railing while he starred at the screen, letting the optic scanners pass over his eyes.
When he turned around again Kristy launched herself into his arms, she’d been watching the muscles rippling beneath his thin beater and had to feel her hands over him. Beo grunted softly, catching her easily and bringing his muzzle down to meet her beak. Kristy savored the sweet, passionate kiss as her hands explored ever inch of his body she could reach. He murred softly, alil surprised by her forwardness, by Beo didn’t mind. A good pack needed both an alpha male and an alpha female, and he didn’t mind being submissive to his beautiful lover…this time. Their tongues were intertwined as his arms slid down from her back, his hands resting momentarily on her hips.
Kristy moaned deeply as his hands rubbed against her ass, his fingers gripped underneath each cheek and lifting her up so she was literally sitting in his hands. She leaned back with her hands against the railing and wrapped her long legs around his strong waist. Beo kicked backwards; hitting the emergency stop button…he didn’t want anything to interrupt their time together. He positioned Kristy’s weight on his right hand while his left tugged at her waistband; finally he found and lowered the zipper, allowing her pants to fall, forgotten, to the floor. He hesitated for a second, but then felt Kristy’s fingers against his skin as she slipped her hand down his pants, pulling the sweat pants down as well as his green flannel boxers. She gasped softly as he reached his free arm back around her waist, hooking a claw under her pink silk panties and pulling up, letting the fabric rub against her pretty little slit, outlining it’s shape for Beo. He wanted to tease her alil more, but his instincts were screaming for him to mount her right then and there.
“Rip it,” whispered Kristy, wanting to feel his amazing strength against her loins. Beo grinned, displaying two pearly white fangs as he ripped the silk roughly away from her. She gasped but begged him to continue, stroking her hands around his stiff member. From its’ furry sheath Beo’s large throbbing pink erection rose, seeking her warm wet opening. Kristy leaned back on the railing, arching her hips up to meet his cock. She moaned as his hard tip rubbed against her aroused clit, moving slowly down her sweet pussy. Beo whimpered slightly, he could smell her sex clearly, and the heat radiating for between her thighs was driving him wild. He probed carefully around her slippery wet opening…He couldn’t smell another male’s scent, wolf, duck , or otherwise…meaning she was untouched, just as he was. With one smooth motion he thrust up, burying himself in her up to the hilt. Kristy threw her head back in a silent scream as he penetrated her, the sensation was beyond words. It hurt at first as he ruptured her frail barriers, but the pleasure of him inside her was quickly replacing the pain.
Beo howled loudly as he pressed into her, the tight muscles stretching against his hard shaft. He held his strong paws against her hips to hold Kristy in place and slowly pulled out just a lil before thrust back up into her. He repeated the process again and again, each time pulling out just a bit more, a bit faster…and slamming back into her with a strong force that pushed her up against the wall. The mating ceremonies could wait, right now he just wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard…claiming that lovely slit as his, along with the rest of her luscious body. A quick glance told him that Kristy needed this just as bad as he did. Her eyes were rolled back as she gasped and moaned from the pleasure. And she’d started thrusting along with him, increasing the power as their hips grinded together. By the moon and the stars, he loved her! He wanted her…her body, her mind, he wanted Kristy in every way possible and in every sense of the word.
“Oh yes…YES!” moaned Kristy. His tip pressed against the walls of her wide open pussy, searching…until finally he found the spot…the one spot that would make her scream from the immense pleasure. She screamed Beos’ name as she felt the warm fluids spill out, bathing his enormous cock in her sticky sweet juices.

(This part still in progress…anyone wanna help?)

Both were panting hard as Beo slammed his fist against the emergency stop button, sending them moving again towards their original destination. Kristy had bent over to pick up her discarded clothing and Beo murred softly as he cocked his head alil, admiring her cute little tail hole and wondering how far he could make it stretch.
Kristy glanced over her shoulder to see what had caught his attention and smirked slightly, leaning over even farther, to give him a rear view of her shimmering wet slit.
When she lifted her leg to slip her pants back on, not even bothering with the now-useless panties, Beo gently took her arm. “No need to bother love, there’s no one to see except us, and I prefer the freedom of going without clothes…besides, it would be a shame to hide that cute ass of yours.” Kristy blushed lightly and let her pants fall back to the ground as she turned to face him. “
You’re amazing, did you know that?” she whispered as she lifted her arms up to wrap them around his neck.
“And you haven’t even seen all my tricks,” murmured Beo, nuzzling his snout against her slender neck. Kristy moaned softly as she tilted her head to expose more of her slender neck to the sensuous touch of his velvety muzzle. He grinned alil at her obvious pleasure, and when the elevator stopped at the top floor he didn’t bother with their clothes…no one would even dare go near his private elevator. His room was the only one on the floor, so the doors opened directly into his well-furnished living room.
Beo took Kristys’ hand, leading her into the room. Now, since they’d both been satisfied for the moment, it was time for the mating ceremony. The courting ritual had already taken place, starting back when they met for the first time and continuing from there. Though it may have been a little clumsy and awkward at times they’d both expressed their mutual desire for each other, and proven themselves as worthy mates.
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