The sad truth is, I'm a hopeless sentimental trapped with the tastes of a murderous sadist. So I'm sorry for this and I'm sorry that it's not more. I am still writing, and I do still adore writing the stories on this site. It's a little late, but at Christmas, let's have a little respite from the eternal suffering.

Is this canon? I honestly don't know. Goldeneye would do it if he could. But time travel is the one barrier between worlds which the powers of the Void cannot break down. Perhaps it's just a dream, and as our lonely couple of killer and killed see this in their heads they are in reality snuggled together for different, and bloodier, reasons. But reasons be damned, they shouldn't have met in the way they did. Happy new year, peeps.

Contains: gryphon fox non-vore cuddles and no death or destruction for once.

Alexander Williams sat up. The air was cool and fresh, with a strange tang which had never tasted before. The trees were huge and red with flowers. There were two suns in the sky.

Being four years old, or "nearly five" as he kept insisting, this did not strike him as that unusual. He didn't feel very scared, either. It was a nice place. Thick, green-gold grass rustled beneath his bare paws as he stood up and breathed in the glorious freshness of the world.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?"

Alex looked round. A bird was sitting on a rock, a few metres away. He was tall, even taller than the pinnacle of tallness which was Daddy. His feathers were silver and blue, and he wore an old-fashioned suit in elegant black. His eyes were strange, one gold and one purple. They were mad, mad eyes. There was something frightening and fascinating about him, like a child who was also old and also young and also not really a child.

He had legs and feet and a tail like a lion. What kind of species was this? Alex looked at him with interest. "Who are you?" he asked.

The man stood - he was tall, and sleek and powerful too. "I'm a lot of people. Part of me's you. Or it will be." He grinned weakly. "Not the best parts, of course. You know why you're here, Alex?"

Alex took a step towards him. "I... I don't think you really look like that."

The bird grinned wider and sadder. "You really are a clever little one, aren't you?"

"What do you look like."

"You'll never see me again after this," said the bird. "Truth is... I'm in a mood for making a few things right... and you will have so much wrong in the end. You poor, poor thing." He picked out a clicking golden pocket watch from his coat. "Right on time."

"What is?"

The watch vanished. "He is."

Alex looked around, and another creature looked back. It was the size of a large dog, as tall as he was at the shoulder. It was another bird-thing... but on four legs, not two, one set scaly and clawed and one set feline and furry. And it had wings. Black wings. Black feathers, shimmering and silky, and a pair of eyes like a golden sunrise. It looked at him, then at the other bird-thing.

"What... by the hunt... are you?" it said, cocking its head.

The silver bird smiled. "You won't see me ever again, either. But you'll see each other. I thought you should meet for once."

The black bird looked at Alex, who smiled awkwardly. "I don't think he likes explaining very much," he said. They giggled, and he realised that it was very young, like him.

"His name is Alex, and he's a fox" the silver bird called. "And his name... well, that won't matter. He'll have a different one then. He's a Mathraxian gryphon."

Alex looked at the gryphon. "What is your name, then?" he asked.

The gryphon told him.

Goldeneye watched as the two creatures sat down together, talking about where they were from. Children had an ability to simply... ignore everything. He could eat this world's suns whole in two bites, and twenty feet away from him two young creatures were examining the texture of each other's plumage. He'd been forgotten.

"You feel amazing," the little gryphon chirped, nuzzling at his soft white shoulder. Alex wouldn't try to hug his friends normally, but this wasn't a normal friend. And the black feathers themselves felt... so soft, and long and thick, like he could bury himselves in them. He hugged back as the creature rolled against him, snuggling with a purr which sent shivers through his bones. "So soft..."

"You do as well," he said, and pushed back, and they were off, giggling and taunting as they rolled over in a rough-and-tumble better than Jacob, who was eight, had ever given Alex. The gryphon was bigger and heavier and stronger, but he could wriggle and squirm easily, and they tumbled head over heels in the meadowy grasp, shoving and writhing, coming to a stop at last with the gryphon's claws on Alex's chest, their eyes gleaming at each other.

The black bird giggled. "I win," he purred. "You're mine now."

"I am so not!" Alex tried to shove at him. "Get off!"

"Nope! Mine forever."

"Shut up!"

He twisted in just the right way and squirmed out, dashing awat.. "Hah! Told you! I'm free, hungry monster!"

The gryphon didn't smile this time. "I'm not a monster," he said. He sounded hurt. Alex stopped dancing.

The golden eyes, so warm and vibrant, looked at him. "There are monsters here, yes, but we're better than them, you see. We only hunt the animals who can't speak. And only because we have to. And we don't hurt them first." His feathers shook a little. "My mother and father say that it's the only way we'll make something of this world. I'm not a monster. I'm not."

Alex felt red inside now. He'd ruined it. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't know... I was just playing."

A pause. Then he was pounced on, rolling over and over and over. The feathery form on top grinned again. "It's okay. I forgive you." He grinned. "As long as you say that you're mine."

"I-" the break had been restored. Alex wriggled. "I'm not! I'll say nothing!"

"Then you won't be getting up!"

"Oh yeah?" Alex kicked and dived again, but this time he was caught. The gryphon had learned.

"Gotcha!" Vulpine and avian squirmed a bit. Then Alex tried a new technique, and felt the thump of a feathery body hitting the ground beside him. "Ooog! No fair!"

They ran deeper into the soft grasses, laughing and playing, and the silver bird watched and felt the splinters which were his mind ache with happiness and sadness and everything in between. It couldn't last forever... but he could let it last a little longer.

THE TASTE OF TERROR

The story of Alexander Williams, a young, innocent, kind-hearted arctic fox, and the entity known only as Damian: a colossal, pitch-black gryphon, with a genius intellect, lethal telepathic abilities, an extremely predatory form of sadism and a burning obsession with his little vulpine toy. This is the tale of their relationship, as it develops through the tortures, swallowing, resurrections, and endless, eternal mind games.

Expect plenty of physical and mental torture, very unwilling m/m soft vore, lots of unwilling cuddling, and a focus on the intensity and the cruelty of such an intimate relationship.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Epilogue

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Prologue

Chapter 6: Part I

Chapter 6: Part II

Chapter 6: Epilogue

Artwork

The Gentle Murderer: A first illustration of the vulpine's torturer.

Utterly Inevitable: Alex goes down.