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Fast Delivery - story by FoxyShaggy. Art by PenMark.
The echoes could be heard in the whole airport. Each steps Shaggy took was louder than the next, his feets barely touching the ground, running his way threw the crowd. He was a chaotic mess, his black, white and yellow fur all poofy in the wrong directions and his glasses covered in fog.
Going to the left, he ran into an otter.
"Sorry!", the fox exclaimed so fast it barely sounded like a word.
Gate 24. Why does it have to be the last gate of this whole damn airport! To be fair, he could’ve parked at the other parking which would’ve led him directly there, but he was in a hurry then and he is in a desperate hurry now, which led the fox to be more distracted therefore causing more reasons to be late.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Right infront of him stood gate 24, empty. He looks up at the giant screen and sees his fear in plain sight.
Departed
Why. Why why whyyyy.
He puts his fists above his head, trying to ground himself with an half-stretch of despair. Why couldn’t he be more on time? There was no alternative, only one flight was available this week to go to the Milk Festival! He loves milks, he drinks a 1L of milk every morning and he knows everything about milk! Some autistics love art or quantum physics : his obsession is milk!
As he was doing deep respirations, he heard a voice in the back.
"Pssssst", he turned around to see a mystery figure. They were small, half his height. Maybe a weisel? It was hard to tell with their whole-body black hood on.
He approached carefully, looking around thinking it could be directed to someone else, but to no avail. The mystery figure was staring at the fox the whole way from the gate to the little corner behind the airport café.
"Hi?" said Shaggy, perplexed.
"You missed your flight I see."
"Yep…you caught me. I don’t really know w-"
The weasel cutted Shaggy off by shouting "BOX", which made the fox jump up like a frighten kitty cat so high he took 3 steps back. "The box is your solution. But at a price! Yes, yes, at a price, but a good price!"
"I’m not sure to fallow here." Said Shaggy as he approached back slowly still shaken.
"I have a contact, he can deliver you in a box like merchandise for a good price! A very good price! All the way to your destination, in the same amount of time. And that contact works at the airport so you can be sure it’s legit! Very legit."
They silenced themself, looking deep into Shaggy’s eyes like his blue pupils were tormenting them, breathing more loudly and shouting "LEGIT", which made Shaggy jump like a Kitty Cat again but without a jump back.
"Omg! Why are you-" Shaggy sigh "I’m not interested, thank you though."
As Shaggy was taking a step back ready to leave the conversation, the mysterious figure said "I heard they have chocolate milk jello this year"
Shaggy stopped in his track. "How did you? H-h-how!"
"I used to be a milk connoisseur myself before I became lactose intolerent. And I know that look, the look of a desperate comrade ready to indulge in the fine art of milk tasting, yet being denied. It happened to me 5 years ago.
Seeing that gate close was traumatic. And know, I live in this airport, making sure this never happens to anybody else by sending them in a box… far, right where they need to be." They whipped a tear, looking proudly into the empty ceiling.
"I… but did you stop going because you’re lactose intolerent or because you dedicate your life to whatever this is?" asked Shaggy.
They stared blankly, seemingly trying to find an answer while muttering words.
"It doesn’t matter! What matter is, will you take this deal?"
Shaggy knew this was a bad idea, but he is impulsive and he does like a deal. "How much?"
"50$ for me, and 50$ to my contact."
"How long does it take ?"
"12 hours, but the ride is smooth without bumps"
"What if I have to drink or eat!"
"All provided."
The fox thought really hard, and then he sigh. "You know what? Deal!"
"That’s what I’m talking about, BRO!"
________________________________
Shaggy fallowed the mystery figure to a big hangar in the airport field. There was less stuff around : the main building was far and it was at the top right corner of the place, surrounded by smaller landing strips thar didn’t seemed to be used often since it was all breaking apart, moss coming out of the concrete and the yellow lines being barely noticeable.
It was completely dark outside, only the large airport lights from afar guiding where to go. Shaggy was pretty sure it was mendatory to use a small car to be where they are instead of walking, but he didn’t want to question it ; the last thing he needed was for the mystery person to scream a word out loud. He knew in his guts that it was far from legit.
Anything for milk.
They opened a side garage door and made a courtesy gesture for Shaggy to go first.
Once inside, Shaggy looked around to see a large space with bright neon lights and lots of boxes on conveyors that weren’t moving. Only a guy could be seen from afar, a worker with a yellow bright vest wearing stained Khakis. He wasn’t staring unlike his colleague : he was deep into packing boxes.
"Hey River! I found a client! For gate 24 flight 228."
River stood up "Thank you, I will take it from here". All his words were clear, smooth and calm.
"Bye Shaggy! Don’t forget to leave us a good yelp review after your trip!"
"What Yelp?"
They were silent, and then giggled "I don’t know! I forgot to make one! But it’s coming! Yehaw!" They ran away while pretending to be on a horse.
Shaggy had many questions about the mysterious figure and their ways of interacting with the world, but all of those questions went away as he felt scared to be alone.
He walked closer carefully, River still not showing his face.
"H-h-hi! So… ummm… here’s your 50 dollars, I will put it on that… table? Stool? This flat elevated surface!"
"Cool cool. What’s your height?"
" 6 foots 3"
"Okay. I don’t have that exact size so you will have to bend a little. Are you okay with that?"
"I-I-I ummm. Yes, no worries."
"Okay, then hop in, boy."
Being called boy by this mysterious otter made Shaggy shiver. As shocked as he was, he also loved the way it was so assertive. It was a command, yet it felt safe. But maybe he went too far with those thoughts, he just needs to go to the milk convention.
As River was trying to take the big box, he couldn’t reach it on the high industrial shelf. Shaggy debated to come closer, but he did, grabbed it for him.
As he was about to hand it to River, he finally saw him : a purple otter with yellow hair, bright blue eyes and a cute little snoot. His arms were roughen up and muscular. His fur was messy and stained. He was so beautiful, Shaggy thought, but then he realized that the otter was giving him an angry look, a look that made Shaggy go from love struck to anxious. Did the otter not like it to be helped with a heigh related task? Shaggy just wanted to help! But maybe that stroke a cord. He wasn’t sure.
"I’m so sorry!" said Shaggy. "I should’ve let you just grab it, I didn’t meant to make it a height competition. I just wanted to help and-"
"It’s not that", River interrupted. His face went softer, but a grin appeared. River seemed to suddenly have a plan, like he was hiding something. "You are a valued customer, and you will love our service." River looked Shaggy up and down. "Is ducktape good with you?"
"Oh yeah! It’s good with me! Frankly I am not a manual fox so I didn’t even know there was another way to seel boxes." Shaggy awkwardly laughted.
River brought the box to a large open space and Shaggy fallowed.
"Get in." Said River
"O-o-okay!"
Shaggy sat in the box ; it was a bit tight, especially his legs and back. It would be a long trip. But Shaggy was too shy to say anything.
"You know, if I tie up your legs together, it might make it more… comfortable." River grinned even harder.
Shaggy was very confused, he didn’t understood the logic : wouldn’t his freedom of legs help him better than the lack of it?
"I promise that I will be very gentle." River did a nice reassuring smile, leaving that grin.
Shaggy was confused yet reassured. Worst case he can always untie them on his way to the festival.
"You are… right! You can tie me up! I-i-i mean tie up my legs!"
River delicately tied Shaggy’s legs together with tape. Shaggy was a bit confused about the use of tape on his fur, rope would’ve been better, but he stayed silent. It was very gently put so he could take it off with enough legs motions.
River sat on his knees just infront of Shaggy, making the otter taller now. "Oh! I forgot. The border patrol is very severe about boxes safety, especially guests trying to send themselves threw boxes. You cannot move when they inspect you. Your hands need to be tied up to assure that." River said kindly.
This time, Shaggy had more concerns and questions.
"I am not sure how my hands being tied together would change anything, I can still move no matter what, I don’t think the bounding would do anything."
"That’s true, you can still move, but you are still very tight in that box : if you tear up that box in any way, you will get caught, and those pointy elbows of yours could easily do that."
Shaggy was silent, processing the information.
River continued "Tying your upper body is just a reminder for yourself to be careful during that long trip, that’s all."
It was true, Shaggy is often distracted, that could help him in this case. "You are right. It’s better for me to be restrained. Here." Shaggy gave his hands to River.
"I meant behind your back."
Shaggy’s mind spined. That’s a different situation, how would he drink or eat, that would be a total lack of mobility. But he quickly reassured himself by knowing it would be like his legs : not tight enough.
"Y-y-yes, of course." Shaggy put his arms behind his back while crouching even more to make space.
What fallowed was a blur. River got up, taped his hands so tight that Shaggy did a squirm, which the movement further proved that his hands were tightly held together.
As his legs started to break free a bit more from the moving around, River went back to Shaggy’s legs, putting another layer but this time so tight that Shaggy arms were shaken.
He was tied up, not half bound anymore ; completely tied up.
"WHAT IS THIS? I don’t understand. Argh."
River got up slowly, his grin being the biggest it ever been while lying on the nearby pole.
Shaggy was twisting is legs left, right and sideways while putting his whole strength to get it off to no avail. Once that didn’t work, he shooked his entire upper body doing up and down, twisting his hands, shaking and shaking again from fear and frustration.
"STOP STANDING THERE, UNTIE ME!"
River did indeed stood up and jumped on Shaggy, holding his jaw close and his chin up.
Shaggy’s heart was pouncing. He looked deeply into those blue eyes, and as scared as he was, he was fascinated by this brute.
"Deep breath in"
Shaggy, still shaking and trying to break free, fallowed the command"
"And deep breath out"
Shaggy and River in unison breath out on each other, feeling the warmth of each other.
And in one slow yet tight swoop, River tightened Shaggy’s jaw with more tape, completely gagging him.
Shaggy, breaking out of his trance, realized what just happened : the male fox was now bound and gagged.
"HMPHHHH!!" Shaggy resumed moving in every directions, using all of his strength to break free, only to make him sweaty and tired.
"Be careful with that sweat, liquid can melt those boxes, and if it breaks you will be exposed as a freaky fox who’s way too much into BDSM."
"AMPHHH" ,Shaggy pouted.
"Do you know why I’m doing this?"
Shaggy looked confused.
"Whmfff?" He muttered.
"Because when you were in a hurry at the airport, you pushed me over"
"Imff wmfff yhhh?"
"Yes indeed, it was me. Of course you didn’t recognize me, such a careless fox. And worst of all, you made me drop my Hershey’s chocolate chips all over the floor. Well, except that one singular chocolate chip."
He revealed the chocolate by taking it off his pocket, protected inside the empty bag.
"You have a long way to go all bound like this, and you need hydratation, will you be a good boy and let me ungag the corner of your lips without a fuss? I will allow you to drink some of my water threw a straw."
Shaggy, now defeated, nodded yes while looking at the floor. He was completely at River’s mercy, he had to comply.
River grabbed his water, a staw and slighly ungagged Shaggy. The straw went it and Shaggy took big gulps as River was looking smug and adoring, softly caressing the bottom of Shaggy’s neck just under the Adam’s apple while the fox was doing massive glups.
Shaggy muttered "Meanmphi"
"Meanie? Me?" River teased. "Well, would a meanie do this?"
River took the chocolate in his hand and took a small bit, half of the chocolate chip. "And the rest is for you, because I’m that generous." As Shaggy looked grumpy, River gently put the chocolate in the ungag space and then closed it off. Shaggy stared at him, all pouty while making sure to not bite the treat, to let it melt in his mouth.
"Tell you what, I will close the box now and I will order my guys to bring you to the car very gently. Does that sound good, Princess?"
"Ymhf"
Shaggy crouched down while River tapped the box. It was completely dark now, Shaggy could only feel the tightness of his binds and his dried sweat. "Fmffffffffffff" he muttered, just to feel more in control by being heard.
And River heard him. He responded "I just sent a text to my boss. I took the weekend off so I can be at your destination tomorrow, ready to know you better."
Shaggy blushed.
_____________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading my story! It’s my first one thar I’m posting and I’m excited to create more! Special thanks to my boyfriend River for letting me use his character and for the support.
Have a wonderful day! ^w^
Art by RichardPenMark https://bsky.app/profile/penmark.bsky.social
The echoes could be heard in the whole airport. Each steps Shaggy took was louder than the next, his feets barely touching the ground, running his way threw the crowd. He was a chaotic mess, his black, white and yellow fur all poofy in the wrong directions and his glasses covered in fog.
Going to the left, he ran into an otter.
"Sorry!", the fox exclaimed so fast it barely sounded like a word.
Gate 24. Why does it have to be the last gate of this whole damn airport! To be fair, he could’ve parked at the other parking which would’ve led him directly there, but he was in a hurry then and he is in a desperate hurry now, which led the fox to be more distracted therefore causing more reasons to be late.
But suddenly, he stopped.
Right infront of him stood gate 24, empty. He looks up at the giant screen and sees his fear in plain sight.
Departed
Why. Why why whyyyy.
He puts his fists above his head, trying to ground himself with an half-stretch of despair. Why couldn’t he be more on time? There was no alternative, only one flight was available this week to go to the Milk Festival! He loves milks, he drinks a 1L of milk every morning and he knows everything about milk! Some autistics love art or quantum physics : his obsession is milk!
As he was doing deep respirations, he heard a voice in the back.
"Pssssst", he turned around to see a mystery figure. They were small, half his height. Maybe a weisel? It was hard to tell with their whole-body black hood on.
He approached carefully, looking around thinking it could be directed to someone else, but to no avail. The mystery figure was staring at the fox the whole way from the gate to the little corner behind the airport café.
"Hi?" said Shaggy, perplexed.
"You missed your flight I see."
"Yep…you caught me. I don’t really know w-"
The weasel cutted Shaggy off by shouting "BOX", which made the fox jump up like a frighten kitty cat so high he took 3 steps back. "The box is your solution. But at a price! Yes, yes, at a price, but a good price!"
"I’m not sure to fallow here." Said Shaggy as he approached back slowly still shaken.
"I have a contact, he can deliver you in a box like merchandise for a good price! A very good price! All the way to your destination, in the same amount of time. And that contact works at the airport so you can be sure it’s legit! Very legit."
They silenced themself, looking deep into Shaggy’s eyes like his blue pupils were tormenting them, breathing more loudly and shouting "LEGIT", which made Shaggy jump like a Kitty Cat again but without a jump back.
"Omg! Why are you-" Shaggy sigh "I’m not interested, thank you though."
As Shaggy was taking a step back ready to leave the conversation, the mysterious figure said "I heard they have chocolate milk jello this year"
Shaggy stopped in his track. "How did you? H-h-how!"
"I used to be a milk connoisseur myself before I became lactose intolerent. And I know that look, the look of a desperate comrade ready to indulge in the fine art of milk tasting, yet being denied. It happened to me 5 years ago.
Seeing that gate close was traumatic. And know, I live in this airport, making sure this never happens to anybody else by sending them in a box… far, right where they need to be." They whipped a tear, looking proudly into the empty ceiling.
"I… but did you stop going because you’re lactose intolerent or because you dedicate your life to whatever this is?" asked Shaggy.
They stared blankly, seemingly trying to find an answer while muttering words.
"It doesn’t matter! What matter is, will you take this deal?"
Shaggy knew this was a bad idea, but he is impulsive and he does like a deal. "How much?"
"50$ for me, and 50$ to my contact."
"How long does it take ?"
"12 hours, but the ride is smooth without bumps"
"What if I have to drink or eat!"
"All provided."
The fox thought really hard, and then he sigh. "You know what? Deal!"
"That’s what I’m talking about, BRO!"
________________________________
Shaggy fallowed the mystery figure to a big hangar in the airport field. There was less stuff around : the main building was far and it was at the top right corner of the place, surrounded by smaller landing strips thar didn’t seemed to be used often since it was all breaking apart, moss coming out of the concrete and the yellow lines being barely noticeable.
It was completely dark outside, only the large airport lights from afar guiding where to go. Shaggy was pretty sure it was mendatory to use a small car to be where they are instead of walking, but he didn’t want to question it ; the last thing he needed was for the mystery person to scream a word out loud. He knew in his guts that it was far from legit.
Anything for milk.
They opened a side garage door and made a courtesy gesture for Shaggy to go first.
Once inside, Shaggy looked around to see a large space with bright neon lights and lots of boxes on conveyors that weren’t moving. Only a guy could be seen from afar, a worker with a yellow bright vest wearing stained Khakis. He wasn’t staring unlike his colleague : he was deep into packing boxes.
"Hey River! I found a client! For gate 24 flight 228."
River stood up "Thank you, I will take it from here". All his words were clear, smooth and calm.
"Bye Shaggy! Don’t forget to leave us a good yelp review after your trip!"
"What Yelp?"
They were silent, and then giggled "I don’t know! I forgot to make one! But it’s coming! Yehaw!" They ran away while pretending to be on a horse.
Shaggy had many questions about the mysterious figure and their ways of interacting with the world, but all of those questions went away as he felt scared to be alone.
He walked closer carefully, River still not showing his face.
"H-h-hi! So… ummm… here’s your 50 dollars, I will put it on that… table? Stool? This flat elevated surface!"
"Cool cool. What’s your height?"
" 6 foots 3"
"Okay. I don’t have that exact size so you will have to bend a little. Are you okay with that?"
"I-I-I ummm. Yes, no worries."
"Okay, then hop in, boy."
Being called boy by this mysterious otter made Shaggy shiver. As shocked as he was, he also loved the way it was so assertive. It was a command, yet it felt safe. But maybe he went too far with those thoughts, he just needs to go to the milk convention.
As River was trying to take the big box, he couldn’t reach it on the high industrial shelf. Shaggy debated to come closer, but he did, grabbed it for him.
As he was about to hand it to River, he finally saw him : a purple otter with yellow hair, bright blue eyes and a cute little snoot. His arms were roughen up and muscular. His fur was messy and stained. He was so beautiful, Shaggy thought, but then he realized that the otter was giving him an angry look, a look that made Shaggy go from love struck to anxious. Did the otter not like it to be helped with a heigh related task? Shaggy just wanted to help! But maybe that stroke a cord. He wasn’t sure.
"I’m so sorry!" said Shaggy. "I should’ve let you just grab it, I didn’t meant to make it a height competition. I just wanted to help and-"
"It’s not that", River interrupted. His face went softer, but a grin appeared. River seemed to suddenly have a plan, like he was hiding something. "You are a valued customer, and you will love our service." River looked Shaggy up and down. "Is ducktape good with you?"
"Oh yeah! It’s good with me! Frankly I am not a manual fox so I didn’t even know there was another way to seel boxes." Shaggy awkwardly laughted.
River brought the box to a large open space and Shaggy fallowed.
"Get in." Said River
"O-o-okay!"
Shaggy sat in the box ; it was a bit tight, especially his legs and back. It would be a long trip. But Shaggy was too shy to say anything.
"You know, if I tie up your legs together, it might make it more… comfortable." River grinned even harder.
Shaggy was very confused, he didn’t understood the logic : wouldn’t his freedom of legs help him better than the lack of it?
"I promise that I will be very gentle." River did a nice reassuring smile, leaving that grin.
Shaggy was confused yet reassured. Worst case he can always untie them on his way to the festival.
"You are… right! You can tie me up! I-i-i mean tie up my legs!"
River delicately tied Shaggy’s legs together with tape. Shaggy was a bit confused about the use of tape on his fur, rope would’ve been better, but he stayed silent. It was very gently put so he could take it off with enough legs motions.
River sat on his knees just infront of Shaggy, making the otter taller now. "Oh! I forgot. The border patrol is very severe about boxes safety, especially guests trying to send themselves threw boxes. You cannot move when they inspect you. Your hands need to be tied up to assure that." River said kindly.
This time, Shaggy had more concerns and questions.
"I am not sure how my hands being tied together would change anything, I can still move no matter what, I don’t think the bounding would do anything."
"That’s true, you can still move, but you are still very tight in that box : if you tear up that box in any way, you will get caught, and those pointy elbows of yours could easily do that."
Shaggy was silent, processing the information.
River continued "Tying your upper body is just a reminder for yourself to be careful during that long trip, that’s all."
It was true, Shaggy is often distracted, that could help him in this case. "You are right. It’s better for me to be restrained. Here." Shaggy gave his hands to River.
"I meant behind your back."
Shaggy’s mind spined. That’s a different situation, how would he drink or eat, that would be a total lack of mobility. But he quickly reassured himself by knowing it would be like his legs : not tight enough.
"Y-y-yes, of course." Shaggy put his arms behind his back while crouching even more to make space.
What fallowed was a blur. River got up, taped his hands so tight that Shaggy did a squirm, which the movement further proved that his hands were tightly held together.
As his legs started to break free a bit more from the moving around, River went back to Shaggy’s legs, putting another layer but this time so tight that Shaggy arms were shaken.
He was tied up, not half bound anymore ; completely tied up.
"WHAT IS THIS? I don’t understand. Argh."
River got up slowly, his grin being the biggest it ever been while lying on the nearby pole.
Shaggy was twisting is legs left, right and sideways while putting his whole strength to get it off to no avail. Once that didn’t work, he shooked his entire upper body doing up and down, twisting his hands, shaking and shaking again from fear and frustration.
"STOP STANDING THERE, UNTIE ME!"
River did indeed stood up and jumped on Shaggy, holding his jaw close and his chin up.
Shaggy’s heart was pouncing. He looked deeply into those blue eyes, and as scared as he was, he was fascinated by this brute.
"Deep breath in"
Shaggy, still shaking and trying to break free, fallowed the command"
"And deep breath out"
Shaggy and River in unison breath out on each other, feeling the warmth of each other.
And in one slow yet tight swoop, River tightened Shaggy’s jaw with more tape, completely gagging him.
Shaggy, breaking out of his trance, realized what just happened : the male fox was now bound and gagged.
"HMPHHHH!!" Shaggy resumed moving in every directions, using all of his strength to break free, only to make him sweaty and tired.
"Be careful with that sweat, liquid can melt those boxes, and if it breaks you will be exposed as a freaky fox who’s way too much into BDSM."
"AMPHHH" ,Shaggy pouted.
"Do you know why I’m doing this?"
Shaggy looked confused.
"Whmfff?" He muttered.
"Because when you were in a hurry at the airport, you pushed me over"
"Imff wmfff yhhh?"
"Yes indeed, it was me. Of course you didn’t recognize me, such a careless fox. And worst of all, you made me drop my Hershey’s chocolate chips all over the floor. Well, except that one singular chocolate chip."
He revealed the chocolate by taking it off his pocket, protected inside the empty bag.
"You have a long way to go all bound like this, and you need hydratation, will you be a good boy and let me ungag the corner of your lips without a fuss? I will allow you to drink some of my water threw a straw."
Shaggy, now defeated, nodded yes while looking at the floor. He was completely at River’s mercy, he had to comply.
River grabbed his water, a staw and slighly ungagged Shaggy. The straw went it and Shaggy took big gulps as River was looking smug and adoring, softly caressing the bottom of Shaggy’s neck just under the Adam’s apple while the fox was doing massive glups.
Shaggy muttered "Meanmphi"
"Meanie? Me?" River teased. "Well, would a meanie do this?"
River took the chocolate in his hand and took a small bit, half of the chocolate chip. "And the rest is for you, because I’m that generous." As Shaggy looked grumpy, River gently put the chocolate in the ungag space and then closed it off. Shaggy stared at him, all pouty while making sure to not bite the treat, to let it melt in his mouth.
"Tell you what, I will close the box now and I will order my guys to bring you to the car very gently. Does that sound good, Princess?"
"Ymhf"
Shaggy crouched down while River tapped the box. It was completely dark now, Shaggy could only feel the tightness of his binds and his dried sweat. "Fmffffffffffff" he muttered, just to feel more in control by being heard.
And River heard him. He responded "I just sent a text to my boss. I took the weekend off so I can be at your destination tomorrow, ready to know you better."
Shaggy blushed.
_____________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading my story! It’s my first one thar I’m posting and I’m excited to create more! Special thanks to my boyfriend River for letting me use his character and for the support.
Have a wonderful day! ^w^
Art by RichardPenMark https://bsky.app/profile/penmark.bsky.social
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Fox (Other)
Size 512 x 512px
File Size 163.5 kB
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