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Subject: [Fur] - Huanted (m/m)
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"Come on you fucking pussy." The wolf turned and glared at the fox, a grin spreading over his muzzle, "You aren't afraid are you?"
Jarred shivered a bit as he looked at the wolf, then the dark house behind him, his instinct telling him to turn tail and run back home. The fox slowly took a step forward, following the larger wolf into the yard. The wolf turned and started walking again, the fox following. Like a gunshot, the old rusted fence closed behind Jarred, causing the vulpine to jump, his arms going quickly around the wolf, squeezing him tightly from behind.
"Fucking idiot!" The wolf hissed, "Be quiet."
Victor worked the fox off of him, slowly prying the paws apart and throwing them down. The wolf continued down the path, followed closly by the fox. The two walked towards the dark manson, standing like a large oblisk, sillouetted by the bright moon.
Coming to the old wooden steps, Victor turned towards the fox, handing him a flashlight as he pulled out a screw driver and a hammer.
"Hold this, fuckup."
The fox reached out with shaky paws and took the flashlight, holding the light upon the door knob. Jarred looks around, his paws starting to shake, causing the light from the flashlight to shiver a bit. A soft moaning caught the vulpine's ears, causing them to perk up.
"Did you hear that?" Jarred asked quickly, looking around now.
"Just the house settling," the wolf growled, not even glancing over his shoulder. He leans down to place the screw driver against the door and the frame, giving it a swift wack with the hammer. "Hold the damned light still, Jarred."
"M...Maybe we shouldn't....do this..." Jarred whimpered softly, looking around. He tries to calm himself enough to hold the light steady for his friend.
"You ARE afraid!" Victor said, standing up, the old door creaking open slowly, barly holding onto its rusty hinges.
"N..No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
Victor turned away from the fox, walking into the old house, disappearing into the darkness. The fox waited for a moment, hearing the moan again. He shivered, then slowly moves up the old stairs.
"Victor...?" The fox walks onto the porch, his light barely cutting the darkness within the old mansion, the smell of woodrot and mildew coming to his keen nostrils. He cringes a bit, "V...Victor?"
Still nothing, just silence and shadows. The fox slowly takes another step towards the door, swallowing as his tail starts to fluff out, the hair standing on end. He takes another step, this time into the house.
"Victor. This isn't funny..." Jarred says with a soft voice, going further into the mansion's entry way.
Without warning, the door slams shut behind him. Jarred jumps and spins around with the light, squeaking slightly in fear. As the beam cuts the darkness, Victor jumps towards him, snarling, startling the fox into dropping the light. It rolls off, the only sound in the darkness is the wolf's laughter.
"You fucking wuss, " Victor snickers.
The fox pants heavily, his eyes wide as he remains on his rump. He backed away against a wall when he got frightened. He realized what happened and growled at the wolf, "You god damned asshole!" The fox sneered as he moved to his feet again.
Victor picked up the flashlight and handed it to Jarred, still snickering at the reaction he got out of the timid fox. He reaches into his back and pulls out another flashlight, switching it on as well. He turns towards the fox, continuing with that same wide lupine grin.
"Come on," Victor said as he walked by the wolf.
The fox watched the larger wolf walk by, still angry at the mean trick the wolf had played on him.
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Dark eyes watched as the fox moved into the mansion, the owner of the black orbs hissing in delight at the fear he sensed within the fox. The dread causing the vulpine's soul to shiver giving the old beast more and more strength. A grin spread across the demon's muzzle as he continued to watch. The thing's ears perked when he heard the fox squeak, the resulting terror from the lupine's prank almost like an orgasm to the creature. He shivered, moaning softly at the feeling.
These two were going to be enough to be good. Very good, indeed.
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"Did you hear that?" Jarred asked as he heard the noise again, the sound of something moaning in the darkness.
"Its still the damned house," the lupine replied, sending his beam of light over the rotting remains of the entryway, the old wood smelling of decay.
The wolf continued into the house, slowly moving towards the stairs. Jarred moved quickly behind the lupine, grabbing at his tail like some small kit. Victor turned quickly, growling at the fox.
"Find something interesting there, faggot?"
The fox seemed to not even pay attention to him, his paw letting go of the tail as he looks around quickly, "What happened here?"
The wolf turned away from the fox again and continued on into the house, talking quietly over his shoulder to the fox, his growl slowly turning to a soft whisper, "Well...about thirty years ago, a wolf by the name of John Morgan lived in this house. He was apparently into the dark arts and black magic. He disappeared one night and was never heard from again. The last anyone saw of him, he was buying books on demons and how to conjure devils."
"About fifeteen years later, a group of kids disappeared in this town," the wolf said, stopping to turn towards the fox. "They were last seen heading towards this house. Do you know when that was?"
The wolf grinned, watching the fox. Jarred returned the look, his eyes wide and his muzzle agap. He slowly shook his head.
"Fifeteen years ago...tonight."
The fox's eyes remained wide and quite frightened, panting softly. Victor suddenly hit the banister of the stairs, sending a thick cloud of dust into the air, causing Jarred to jump with a yelp of surprise, taking him out of his reverie. He growled again.
"You don't honestly believe that shit, do you?" Victor laughed as he turned away from the vulpine and started up the stairs again, heading towards the upper level.
The wolf stopped on the top floor, looking left, then right. He turns towards the fox, growling again, "COME ON!" The fox started up the stairs quickly, the wolf sounding quite aggrivated, "We're splitting up."
"W..What?" Jarred shook his head, "No we aren't."
"Yes we are. I'm going right, you go left."
The wolf turned towards the right, walking into the darkness of the upper hallway. Jarred looked down the left passage, panting a bit as the darkness seemed to swallow all light even touching it. He turned back toward the other direction....only to see that he's all alone.
Victor was gone.
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Something in the darkness grins as the two canines split up, making them easier pry for his insatiable hunger. He pants a bit, excited at the prospect of getting enough to feed upon while he's on this plane of existence. He disappears back into the shadows once more.
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Victor walked into the room, the creaking of the door loud, echoing into the darkness. He slowly runs his light over the space of the room, the beam catching what was left of an old library, the contents of the shelves scattered over the floor and desk. The smell of wet paper catching the lupine's nose, causing it to cringe.
He steps into the room, continuing to look around. The quietness of the room causing the wolf to tense up a bit, beginning to realize how frightening this place really is alone. He looks over the shelves and the books on the ground, a wide array of old books and nameless titles. He moves towards the desk slowly, being careful to not hit any of the books scattered over the floor. He gets to the old desk and looks over it.
He lifts the top book, some old dictionary. He turns it over, looking over the cover, blowing off the dust. He keeps ahold of the book as he looks back desk. The dictonary falls from the lupine's paws as he catches the title of the book underneath.
Conjuring Demons was slowly picked up by the wolf with shaky paws. As he slowly starts to open the book, a figure appears from behind him. A paw shoots out and grabs the lupine's shoulder, causing Victor to spin around quickly.
The wolf screams.
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"Victor?" Jarred's soft voice calls out through the darkness, "I swear to god if you're playing another prank, I'm going to kill you."
The fox slowly continues down the hall, continuing to call for his friend. He tries the occasional door, only to find most of them locked. He continues onward into the darkness, unaware of the eyes watching him. He starts to breath heavily as he continues to search for his friend.
He finally comes to the end of the hallway, finding a large set of double doors. He slowly reaches for the handle, giving the knob a firm twist. As the large door begins to creak open, the small fox begins to grow dizzy, his thoughts coming in mixed and scattered, confusing the fox. He closes his eyes, shaking his head, and enters the room.
He opens them slowly, blinded by...light?
He looks around, the bright glow of flourecent lights illuminating a locker room. Jarred blinks as he looks around the room, confused as to where he is. His ears perk as he hears the loud sound of a bell.
'Wait a minute,' the fox thinks. 'I'm...not supposed to be here....'
The fox begins to wonder how he fells asleep in the locker room, the thoughts of the Morgan house mixing in with his already twisted thoughts. The doors suddenly open, the loud sounds of many young males laughing and joking around come to Jarred's ears. He looks over and gets out of the way as a large group enter the locker room, the fox managing to get out of the way before he is trampled. He pants, completely confused as to what is happening. He watches as the males all move to their lockers and begin to undress, changing for...something.
He looks around the room as the sounds of the males continue to flow to his ears, most of them almost done changing now. He remains where he is as they begin to flock out of the room, none of them really paying any attention to him. Finally, he is left alone once again, still confused and starting to become afraid.
The locker room remains quiet, the smell of the sweaty males begins to fade from the fox's senses. The flourescent lights begin to flicker after a moment, the electrical hum running through the bulbs poping every once in a while. The fox continues more into the locker room.
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"Are you ok?"
Victor panted as he looked at the female standing before him, the soft chuckle from the cheetah bringing him out of his trance. He slowly starts to move to his feet again, chuckling a bit.
"Sorry about that," she says, scratching her cheek a little nervously. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Heh...Don't worry about it," Victor said, brushing himself of with a slight chuckle of his own. "You didn't scare me."
Truth be told, the cheetah scared the hell out him, but he wasn't about to show her that. He looked her over, her slim form outlined by the soft glow of his flashlight, discarded in his fall and resting behind her. His gaze returns to her face.
"I'm Victor," the wolf said, extending a paw in her direction.
"Sylvia," the cheetah said, taking the offered paw lightly and shaking it.
"What brings you here?"
"I'm just...traveling through town. Found this old house and figured no one was here, so I was going to stay for the night. What about you?"
Victor slowly nods at her words, his gaze remaining upon the beautiful feline's face. He blinks after a moment, "Just...exploring."
"Well, Mr. Explorer, you can let go of my paw now."
The wolf jumped a bit as he realizes his paw is still holding her own, continuing the shake. He laughs a little, the blush rising through his ears not visible due to the darkness surrounding them.
"Heh....Sorry," the wolf says, slowly rubbing his paw over his side.
'She's beautiful,' he thought, continuing to watch her.
She turned away and bent down, slowly lifting the flashlight from the ground. She lifts it to just below her muzzle and illuminates her face, grinning wickedly at the lupine. The wolf stares, transfixed by her beauty, as he gets his first good view of her face.
"You dropped this," she snickers, flashing the light over the wolf's face quickly. "You look as if you're in shock, like something scared you."
The wolf shakes his head and grabs the light quickly from the feline, his eyes narrowing a bit as he is teased. He walks by her, chuckling softly at the feline, "No. I...just slipped."
"Hey. Where are you going?"
"Remember? Mr.Explorer? I'm going to explore a bit more," the lupine said turning towards the cheetah.
"Mind if I come along? This place really is quite spooky," Sylvia says, walking towards him, the wolf noticing the seductive sway in her hips as she does so.
"Need a big strong wolf to take care of you?" Victor grins.
She shakes her head and gives the wolf a push on the shoulder, snickering, "I just don't want to be startled by your little puppy whimpers. Come on, Mr.Explorer."
As she walks by, the wolf gets his first taste of her scent, the sweet smell causing the lupine to shiver. The cheetah walks towards the door, slowly opening it and walks out into the darkness. Victor grins and follows.
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Jarred continues to walk through the empty locker room, the flickering lights creating quick flashes of shadows over the walls. He finds the place vaguely familiar, the scents and sights bringing back old memories. He continues onward.
The lights flash again, sending the fox's shadow over the wall again. The confused fox watches, the shadows seeming to move. When the lights flicker again, they spread the shadows again, giving the fox a quick flash of something else behind him. His eyes widen as he spins around, but finds himself alone still.
He pants softly as he looks over the empty locker room, everything silent except for his breathing and the humming of the lights. His ears perk when he hears slow footsteps approaching the outside of the double doors. Jarred looks around quickly and runs around the corner, hiding between two rows of lockers. He peaks out around the corner as the loud creaking of the heavy doors echo through the empty locker room, the fox's eyes wide once again as he waits. From around the corner comes a very large bear, easily two feet taller then the small vulpine.
Jarred suddenly realizes where he is, his old high school locker room. He recognized the bruin as well, a shiver running through him at the sight of his old gym teacher, the one that used to abuse all the smaller furs when they were alone in the locker room. Jarred, having heard these stories, avoided being alone with the teacher. Having managed through out high school to avoid this teacher, this was the last place the fox wanted to be...alone. The bear turns towards where the fox is, walking in that direction, Jarred moving behind the lockers just before the bear could see him.
Jarred quickly makes his way towards the other end of the isle of lockers, moving behind the end moments before the bear turns into them. He leans against the end of the locker and listens, the sound of russling cloths coming to his ears. The fox looks around frantically, not knowing what to do. He hears the bear closing the locker, the heavy foot steps beginning to come in his direction. His eyes catch sight of the little room that holds the showers, the fox pushing away from the lockers and moving silently towards the room. He hides around the other side of the wall, pushing his back up against it as he continues to listen, his eyes closing as he hears the footsteps coming closer.
'Not the shower, not the shower, not the shower,' the terrified fox kept wishing.
The vulpine slowly opens his eyes, watching the corner as the foot steps come closer, the flickering light sending shadows into the dark room. The fox tenses as he sees the bear's large shadow through the doorway, coming closer with each flicker of the light. The fox slowly shakes his head, not beliving this is happening to him. He waits....
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The cheetah and the wolf walked down the dark hallway, Victor leading the way. He slowly trails the light over the walls of the hallway, finding the doors he comes to locked. He feels a paw reach forward, taking his. The wolf grins a bit as he closes his fingers over the feline's paws.
Victor thinks about his friend, wondering for a moment if the small fox was ok. He hadn't heard anything from the fox since he disappeared earlier. He figured the fox was off exploring the other side of the house, safe as he was. He let the thought fade from his mind, other thoughts flooding it as the female's paw squeezes his own.
They reach the end of the hallway, standing before an old looking door, bizarre symbols carved into the wood. The wolf slowly trails a paw over the designs, studying them. He stares for a moment at the large one in the middle of the door, recognizing it from the book he found earlier.
"What is that?" Sylvia asked the lupine.
"I'm not sure," the wolf said, shrugging his shoulders. "They look like....runes."
"You mean like...black magic and wicca and all that shit?"
The wolf just nods, continuing to look.
"You don't believe in that crap do you?" Sylvia asked after a moment.
"No," Victor said slowly.
"Then open the door, Mr. Explorer," the cheetah snickered.
She pushed by the wolf and reached for the knob, slowly twisting it.
"Sylvia," the wolf called out, reaching out to grab for the cheetah's paw, suddenly feeling a huge dread about going into the room. "We shouldn't go in there."
The cheetah pushes the door open and goes in, the wolf unable to stop her in time. She disappears into the room, the darkness swallowing her slim figure. Victor growls a bit before following her in, the door closing behind him.
"Sylvia?" Victor calls, slowly moving the light over the room. "Sylvia?"
Slowly dragging the beam of his light over the room, the wolf pants softly, looking for the cheetah. As the light cuts the darkness, it illuminates items along the wall, burnt out candles and other seemingly holy relics. In the center of the room seems to be a stone alter, the top flat and bare.
The wolf shivers a bit, a grin spreading over his muzzle. Everything he had heard was true and he found proof. Standing in the middle of Morgan's 'chapel', the wolf chuckles a bit, completely forgetting about everything else for the moment.
Victor's light continues to move over the contents of the room, coming to rest upon a faded tapestry. The wolf slowly examines the picture on the mural, the picture somewhat faded and hard to see. The prominent figure in the picture is somehow....formless, rising from a large hole in the floor. The shadow is surrounded by the visage of screaming forms, looking as if they're in pain or terrified. In the forfront of the picture is a wolf, his paws held above his head, a book before him....as if summoning something.
A shiver runs over the wolf again, his eyes locked upon the picture for a moment. He slowly starts to move the room again. When it reaches the alter once again, there is a firm weight upon his back, pushing the wolf forward, causing the lupine to yelp in surprise. He hits the alter, shocked at first. He turns quickly after a moment, his light resting upon nothing but darkness.
He pants heavily, slowly pushing from the alter. He turns the light to his side, jumping with a quick scream as his light illuminates the cheetah suddenly, almost as if she came out of nowhere.
"Sylvia!" Victor growls, "You bitch!"
"Scared ya that time," she snickers, shaking her head. "You should have seen yourself jump."
Victor growls a moment longer. Why couldn't he sense her? That's the second time she snuck up on him. That never happens. He watched her, still growling.
"Awwww....is the puppy hurt?" Sylvia makes a pouting face as she approaches the wolf. "I's sowwy."
She slowly licks over the wolf's cheek with a snicker, causing Victor to lose his growl and blink, his muzzle open. Did she just....? He shakes his head as Sylvia looks around the room.
"What did we find here?" Sylvia askes as she looks over the room, grinning a bit as her eyes land upon the alter.
Victor slowly comes out of his stupor, letting the soft kiss go. He shrugs a bit as he watches the cheeta, "I'm not sure."
"Looks like some kind of chapel or something," she turns back to look at the wolf. "Ever fuck on an alter before?"
Victor's eyes widen when she says this to him, swallowing slowly. He doesn't answer as the cheetah approaches him slowly, her hips swaying with that same seductive motion. The wolf pants softly as she moves to stand before him.
"I'm going to take that silence as a no," the feline purrs, her paw slowly moving to gently caress over the lupine's groin, teasing the covered sheath. "Well....I know the cat hasn't got your tongue....yet."
She leans in and softly presses her lips to the wolf's muzzle, her sandpaper like tongue licking over his lips, causing a quick reaction with the young wolf, his sheath swelling a bit.
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The fox continues to wait, his back still against the wall, the bear's shadow continuing to grow. He closes his eyes for a moment, tensing a bit as the bear enters the shower room. The fox quickly jumps and runs behind the bear quickly.
"What the fuck?" The large bruin barks out as the fox runs out into the large locker room.
Jarred quickly looks over the room, seeing the door to the locker room on the other side of the maze of lockers. He just runs into it, running quickly into the maze. He didn't remember the lockers being set up like this, the positions having turned and twisted a bit, forming a maze of metal.
The fox enters it, panting heavily. He jumps a bit when he hears the bear's growl from somewhere off in the locker room, the terrified vulpine knowing that the bruin was in coming. He turned around a corner, going deeper into the maze.
Behind him, the fox heard the bear coming, the large bruin just pushing the lockers out of the way. He pushes them out of the way as if they were empty card board boxes. He roars out again.
"I can smell you, little fox!" The bear calls out. "If only you know how long I've been waiting for this chance."
The fox continues to run, turning countless corners. The sound of the lockers crashing into others causing the small vulpine to shake with fear, his heart pounding heavily as the sound gets closer and closer. He picks up the pace, his side starting to hurt as he continues.
"Do you know what's going to happen to you when I catch you," the bear asked, Jarred hearing the sneer in the bruin's voice.
Jarred whimpered as he continued to go around corners and moves deeper into the maze. The sound of the bear's pursuit stops suddenly, the locker room going back into the same electrical silence it had before. The fox stops running, turning around. He keeps his ears perked as he silently pants, waiting for a sound.
Hearing nothing, Jarred slowly turns around, moving further into the maze. He keeps his attention to his back as he moves forward. He glances over his shoulder as he turns around, checking to see if the bear was behind him.
He turns around in time to run full on into the lockers, the maze dead ending before him. He yelps out in pain as his nose pushes into the locker. He whimpers as he brings his paw up to his nose, his eyes closed tightly.
The noise picks up once again, incredibly close to the fox now, the lockers shivering with the force of the bear throwing the other lockers down. Jarred panics, not knowing what to do. He looks around frantically as he can hear the bruin's breathing now. He look up and quickly gets his idea.
Jumping onto the bench in the middle of the row of lockers, the fox reaches for the top of the nearest locker. He falls from the bench, losing his balance, unable to reach the locker. He quickly moves back onto the bench, the floor rumbling with the movement and actions of the large bear.
He jumps for the locker this time, his paws catching the edge of it. He struggles a bit, trying to pull himself up, finally doing it after much fighting, his foot paw having caught a lock, giving him something to lift from.
Just as he reaches the top, the large bear comes around the corner, growling, his eyes almost seemingly red with anger as his movements slow down, approaching the fox with a wide grin. The fox starts to move along the top of the lockers, seeing the exit to the locker room in the other direction....passed the bear.
Jarred swallows hard and runs towards the edge of the lockers, leaping over the large bear, narrowly missing the paw that reaches for him, the bruin's paw catching a little of the fluff at the base of his tail. The fox lands at the edge of the lockers on the other side of the isle, off quickly and running along the top once more.
He glances over to the side and sees all the damage the bear already caused, panting heavily as he makes his way towards the exit. He jumps when he hears the bear pursuing him once again, barly making it off as the locker he was on topples over. He lands on the next locker, quickly jumping over the next isle as the other locker falls, hitting the one he just barely landed upon, creating a domino effect with the maze of lockers.
Jarred continues to move over the tops quickly, leaping from locker top to locker top as they fall at his heels. He lands upon the last row, but is too slow, the previous locker hitting the one he is now on. The vulpine is thrown from the top as it falls, hitting the ground hard and rolling against a near by wall.
He growls as he sits up, panting hard as a small cut on his head begins to bleed, running down the back of his skull. He looks quickly out into the large locker room again, blinking in disbelief. The lockers are all set back up again, nothing seeming out of place.
He slowly moves to his feet, backing towards the exit, watching the once again quiet locker room. The lights upon the ceiling begin to snap off, slowly moving into the direction the fox now stands in. He backs up a little faster as the darkness begins to devour the locker room, shaking his head.
He continues to back away, wanting out of this hell. He blinks when the movement of the darkness stops, two lights remaining on. He makes his way towards the exit, backing into something large....and furry.
Jarred's eyes go wide.
"Gotcha," the large bear growls, a large paw closing around the back of the fox's neck, lifting the small vulpine from the ground.
Jarred yelps as the large bruin drags him off into the darkness of the locker room.
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Victor finally relaxes, starting to return the kiss to the feline. He moans into the kiss, his muzzle tilting to the side as he deepens the kiss. He slowly moves his paws to Sylvia's sides, pushing his tongue into the feline's muzzle. He discards the flashlight in favor of two paws full of feline rump.
Sylvia's paws find their way to the wolf's pants buckle, quickly working them open. Victor grunts into the kiss when her paw slide the pants over his firm rump, letting them pool at his feet. The cool air, combined with her hot paw, caressing his sheath, causes it to swell, the lupine shaft quickly pushing out of its hurry holster.
He begins to return the favor, starting to undress her as the feline's paw begin to remove his shirt. He pants heavily, breaking the kiss as he slips her shorts from her body, revealing the cheetah's sex to him. He pants a little heavier as her aroused scent comes to his nose.
She leans forward and growls into his ear as she removes his shirt, the wolf already having done the same, "Close your eyes."
Victor does as told, his eyes closing as he shivers. This was the last thing he expected to happen in the old Morgan house....but he isn't going to complain. He feels a wet heat surround his erect member, Sylvia's muzzle surrounding his maleness, her tongue lick sandpaper against his sensitive flesh.
The feline starts to move her head along his length bobbing slowly as she begins to push him back, following on her knees, never letting the lupine cock leave her muzzle. Victor moves his paws to the female's shoulders, moaning as he continues to move back with her movements. His hips start to buck a bit as he does so.
After a few moments, the wolf feels his rump connect with the cold stone of the alter. He lets out a surprised woof when his tail pushes up onto it, the cold stone against his tailhole. Sylvia lets the cock fall from her muzzle, her tongue moving down to lick over the heavy balls hanging under the wolf's shaft. This caused the wolf to stand up on his toes, the female leaning forward to push her head against the wolf's stomach, pushing him back onto the alter.
"Lay down," she purrs as he moves to her feet, the male wolf's eyes still closed.
He slowly nods, laying back on the cold stone. The image of a sacrifice, laying nude on top of an alter, came to his mind. He pants a bit, his cock throbbing heavily from his sheath, leaking a little of his musky pre from the tip.
"Isn't it funny how rope is juat always around when you need it?" Sylvia purrs into the lupine's ear, her hot breath blowing over the inside of Victor's ear, causing the wolf to shiver once more.
He feels her paw surround his wrist, letting her guide it to wherever she wants. He keeps his eyes closed as he feels the rope start to surround his wrist, replacing her paw. He waits a moment and tugs at it, finding his arm fully restrained to his side, tied off somewhere on the bottom of the alter.
He lets her guide his other arm into the same position, restraining it as well. He pulls on them both, grinning a bit as he finds both arms held tight. He then feels his legs being spread, his knees bending so his calves are hanging over the edge, the cheetah quickly tying them off as well, leaving the wolf spread eagle upon the alter, unable to move.
"Kinky little bitch, aren't you?" Victor continues to grin, his eyes still held close.
The wolf feels hot breath against his ear again, growling into it....sounding quite male, "Yes puppy."
Victor's eyes shoot open suddenly, wide, surrounded by a lot of light from the candles, having come to life seemingly upon their own. He notices that the darkness from the room was covering up something MUCH larger, a full chapel. The wolf struggles in his bindings, frightened where he lays.
He looks at the figure standing to the side of the alter, no longer the female cheetah, but a very nude and aroused male....the wolf from the tapestry.
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Jarred struggles with the large bear, trying to get out of the bruin's grasp. He whimpers softly as he finds it useless, only succeeding in getting the bear to tighten his grip. Moments later, the large bear pushes the fox against a nearby locker, causing the fox to yelp as his head slams against the metal, causing his vision to explode.
When the fox opens his eyes again, the lights are back on, the large bear standing quite nude before the fox. The vulpine's eyes widen with horror at the sight, his worst nightmare unfolding upon him. He struggles again as the bear leans forward, growling into the fox's ear, getting the fox to stand still.
"I've been waiting for this for quite a long time, little slut," the bear says, still growling into the fox's ear. "So many years of just watching you in the locker room. Now you're mine, fox."
The large bruin slowly slips his paw down the fox's front, his paw giving a firm squeeze to the fox's sheath. The fox let out a soft gasp at the feeling, not used to this kind of feeling. He pants heavily, afraid to move with the bear's paw tightly around his neck. He lets out a soft whimper as he is unable to fight the feelings rushing through his body.
"L..Let me go," the small fox whimpers, squirming once.
"Now why would I want to do that?"
The large bruin gives his sheath another squeeze as he snickers. The fox's eyes leave the large bear's eyes, moving down the bruin's body. They rest upon bear's sheath, the heavy balls appearing to throb with need as it swells, the flaired tip pushing free of the fuzzy pouch. The fox gasps as the male's musky scent comes to his nose. He whimpers again.
"Find something you like there, little one?" The bear growls to Jarred, his paw easing off its hold upon the small vulpine's throat, moving to his shoulder.
The fox's eyes close as his legs grow weak. He'd never looked at another male like this, never saw another male's nude body this close. He found himself licking his muzzle, the slight pressure upon his shoulder causing him to kneel before the larger male, so easily.
"There you go, little female."
'I'm...not gay!' The fox's mind screamed at him to not do it, not to give in anymore.
Jarred was brought out of his thoughts by the feeling of the tip of the bear's shaft rubbing over his lips, leaving a trail of pre just under the vulpine's nose. The fox's tongue quickly licked out over the area, getting his first taste of another male's pre cum, the slick liquid tangy against the fox's tongue. He whimpers a bit as he fights his feelings.
"Just do it, fox," the bear urged. "Lick it...give yourself to me."
The fox's eyes closed as his muzzle tilted down, his muzzle slowly opening before it closes quickly again. He whimpers again, his fear and the lust mixing within him. He shivers noticably before raising his muzzle once again, disobeying his mind, but obeying the bear.
Jarred opens his muzzle slowly and extends his tongue, slowly sliding the soft muscle over the underside of the bear's length.
The bruin growls deeply as he gets the prize, his paw moving from the fox's shoulders as one of Jarred's paws come up and grip the base of the bear's length. The fox's ears fold back as he leans in, taking the hard length into his muzzle, servicing the large bear. The vulpine's muzzle continues to surround the bear's length.
"That's a good bitch."
Jarred remains with his eyes closed as he slides his muzzle more over the bear's shaft, thinking about his current place, at the bear's feet. If he had known this is what they meant by the large bear being abusive. He quickly pushes the thought from his memory. He's not gay!
"You've desired this for a long time," the bear snickered. "You've wanted to be claimed by another male."
Jarred whimpers around the cock, his eyes opening as his muzzle pushes into the soft fuzz around the bear's sheath, looking at the thick pubic fur. His lower jaw pushing against the full balls hanging under the cock. He pants softly, getting a quick gasp from the bear.
"MMmmm...bitch....You're a natural cock sucker," the bruin growls. "You know that boy?"
The fox doesn't answer. He remains where he is with the bear's dick fully within his muzzle. He swallows, the taste of the bruin's pre cum strong as he does so. He closes his eyes and fights the urges and starts to pull back, done with this. His eyes widen as his head hits the locker behind him.
He's pinned.
"Not getting away that easily, female," the bear says, thrusting his hips against the fox's muzzle, slipping the thick shaft back into the vulpine's hot muzzle. "You're mine."
Jarred whimpers again, stuck before the other male, his muzzle being used to pleasure the large beast. He slumps a bit, tears coming to his eyes as his muzzle just remains open for the larger male to gain pleasure from him. He starts to pant again, relaxing his throat as the cock starts to push into his throat.
Suddenly the shaft is gone, pulled from his muzzle. He blinks, opening his eyes to see the bear taking a seat on a near by bench. The bruin grins, spreading his legs and looking at the fox. He slowly runs a paw over the length.
The fox just stares, gulping again as he watches the throbbing piece of male flesh remain extended from the thick sheath. He pants heavily, his eyes never leaving the bear's cock. His mind tells him to run, he's free if he runs fast enough, no one is holding him back.
"Crawl to me boy," the bear says, pushing all thoughts of escaping out of his mind. "Come and finish what you've started."
The bear points his hard cock at the kneeling fox, laughing as the fox begins to crawl over to him. Jarred places his paws upon the bears thighs, keeping them parted for him. He leans in and gives the cock another lick before taking it into his muzzle, immediatly bobbing his head along the length.
"Such an eager little bitch you are," the bear degrads Jarred even further.
The fox takes the maleness completely into his muzzle now, getting a pleasured growl from the larger bear.
"Do that again and I'm going to fill your belly with my seed," the bear said, leaning forward. "But that's what you want, isn't it, little slut."
The fox just slowly nodding, continuing to bob his head upon his prize, enjoying this new place before the bear. His paw begins to pump the base of the bear's cock in time to his muzzle. He gives it a little twist every once in a while, his muzzle beginning to suck.
The bear growls deeply, leaning his head back and letting out a long deep moan, his hips beginning to buck a bit in time to the fox's attention. The fox remains with his eyes closed, feeling the maleness begin to throb more within his muzzle. He swallows again, the movement of his muzzle and throat muscles around the bear's tip pushes the bruin over the edge.
The fox's eyes open wide again as he feels the hot liquid pour into his muzzle, the first jet going directly down his throat. The bear pulls back a bit, spraying the inside of the fox's muzzle with a little of his seed, giving the vulpine a full taste of the male's fluid. The bear then pulls back even more, the rest of his seed spraying onto the surprised fox's muzzle and face, unloading the contents of his balls upon the fox, the male's scent soaking into the humiliated fox's facial fur.
Jarred pants heavily, the bruin's seed dripping out of his muzzle and off his face, his paw shaking a bit around the larger male's length. His ears remain folded back, the vulpine unable to believe he just submitted to another male like that. He closes his eyes and swallows, the slimy liquid remaining within his muzzle sliding down his throat to join the rest already within his belly.
"That's a good girl," the bear says, petting the fox upon the head. "Now I'm going to fuck you...Make you mine completely."
Jarred blushes deeply at the bruin's words. He finds himself nodding at to the bear, fully ready to belong to this large bruin. He looks up at the bear, his eyes suddenly going wide in fear again.
The fox pushes away from the bear with a scream, hitting against the lockers hard. The bear, once a normal looking, intimidating bruin, is now something out of a nightmare. The skin all over his body hanging off in thin tatters, some of it missing all together, showing the muscle underneath. The fox stares at the decaying bear as it grins widely, tilting its head, returning the fox's gaze from eyeless sockets.
"What's wrong, pet?" The bruin snickers, slowly moving to stand, "You look as if you've seen a ghost."
Jarred shakes his head in disbelief, staying where he is. The bear looks down at the fox, a thick black tongue escaping the damned bruin's muzzle, just as rotten as the rest of the bear's flesh. The terrified vulpine catches glimpses of the bear's thin lips through the holes in the tongue. The bear begins to move towards the vulpine.
Jarred snaps at that moment, jumping to his feet and running for the exit. Tears pour from the frightened vulpine's eyes, almost to the point of hysterics. The fox manages to get around the bear, barly getting by him.
"Get back here!" the bear growls, "You're mine! Forever!"
The fox just keeps running, in his terrified eyes, the exit seems to get further and further away. He can hear the rotting bruin giving chase, gaining on him. Jarred reaches the door, flipping open the doors quickly. He runs through, the doors slamming behind him, the sound echoing through the....house?
Jarred looks behind him quickly as he runs into the wall on the other side of the hall, the twin doors leading to the locker room gone, the sound fading in the endless corridors of the mansion.
Jarred sobs as he falls to his knees, shaking heavily.
"Victor!" Jarred sobs as he moves to his feet again, "VICTOR!"
The fox once again is swallowed by darkness as he runs down the hall.
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Victor struggles in his bonds as he looks at the old wolf, unable to believe his eyes. The old wolf looks back at him, his muzzle spread in a fierce grin. He leans forward and licks over the wolf's ear.
"W..where's Sylvia?" Victor asks, unable to think of anything else he could ask.
"Sylvia?" the older lupine snickers, his head changing quickly, the muzzle melting away suddenly to that of something much flatter, spots covering the fur, the rest turning a light brown, the wolf having the head of the cheetah, "You mean this bitch."
Victor's eyes open wide, his struggling ceasing as he watches the change in the wolf. He slowly shakes his head, disbelief showing in his eyes. He whimpers softly as he pulls at the binding again. The older wolf shakes his head quickly, almost as if he's shaking the image of the cheetah from his body, turning back to the wolf again.
"W..What are you!?" Victor suddenly growls, "What the fuck do you want?"
"The name's Sidhe, " the older wolf snickers as he looks over the younger wolf's nude form, "And I want you."
"W..What?"
"You!" Sidhe growls, "I want your body! This form has served me well, but I'm unable to hold it together anymore."
As he finishes his statement, the image of the wolf melts away a bit, the skin becoming more torn and tattered, the holes in his pelt showing smooth tissue underneath, the demonic lupine's ribs pushing through the muscle. The decaying wolf closes his eyes tightly, the vision of the wolf from the tapestry returning. He grins down at Victor.
"I've been feeding off of you and your friend's fear," Sidhe grins. "And his lust has given me even more strength. Not that your's didn't help either."
Sidhe slowly moves a paw over the exposed member of the wolf, the length having diminished a bit. He grins as he moves down the table, slowly moving the paw over the wolf's inner thigh. He looks back to the wolf.
"You're mine, wolf," the demonic lupine jumps up onto the alter, his knees resting between the young wolf's forcibly spread legs.
"What are you going to do to me?" Victor whimpers, pulling at his bonds again.
"Claim your body and devour your soul," Sidhe replies, grinning widely to the bound wolf.
Sidhe gently runs a paw between his legs, grunting softly as he works his maleness out, the thick wolf cock pushing free of its fuzzy holster. Extending to its full eight inches, the wolf moves forward to mount Victor. Victor shakes his head, shocked and terrified. The old stories were true.
"N..No!" Victor's struggles begin anew.
"Once I fill you with my seed, you'll be completely mine."
The wolf continues to struggle under Sidhe, tied firmly into place. He feels the demon's paws upon his hips, lifting them from the alter. Victor just shakes his head, tears coming to his eyes as the older wolf moves himself into place. He leans over the terrified lupine and grins down at him, his knees holding Victor's rump in the right position.
Victor feels the hot piece of flesh at his tailhole, never having felt anything there before. He looks down, blinking through the tears to see another male between his legs. He slowly shakes his head, looking back at the older wolf, letting out a soft whimper, stuggling a little more, trying to get away.
Sidhe growls deeply to the lupine, pushing forward slowly. Victor's struggles cease as he feels the tip of the demon's shaft parting his tight ring of muscle, pushing slowly into him. He gasps as he's taken as this demon wolf's female. Sidhe continues to push forward into his bitch.
Victor's eyes close tightly as he lets out a moan, never having felt anything like this before. When Sidhe's hips push against his rump, hilting his entire length within the young wolf, Victor slowly opens his eyes, looking back at the older wolf. His ears fold back as he can't fight the feelings the other male's cock is giving him, his own sheath beginning to swell.
Sidhe inhales deeply, giving his hips a firm shake, moving himself within the young wolf. He growls deeply as he starts to withdraw from the tightness of the virgin tailhole. He pulls out until just the tip is left within his prey, slowly pushing back into the wolf.
Victor slowly shakes his head, still crying from the fact that he's slowly giving in to this demon. He clenches his teeth, unable to hold back the next moan that comes from his throat as the cock hilts within him again. His cock pushes nearly fully out, the young wolf unable to keep it within him.
"That's it pup," the demon says, slowly rubbing a paw over the exposed length of the wolf under him. "Give yourself to me."
Victor shivers, his hips giving a slight jump as the paw slowly runs over it. He gasps as he pushes himself back onto the cock once more. Sidhe growls softly in pleasure, bucking his hips slightly, lifting his rump from where it rests on the back of his legs, also lifting the young wolf's rump with it.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, little wolf?" Sidhe snickers, giving the young wolf another thrust.
Victor whimpers softly.
"You like my cock within you," the demon wolf growls, giving another thrust.
Victor starts to pant, his legs quivering around the demon's hips, the bonds pulling at his ankles.
"You want to be mine, don't you?" Sidhe licks over the wolf's neck.
Victor lets out a shaky sigh, giving in.
"Yes!" Victor slowly blushes as he calls out, giving himself to this demon.
Sidhe grins widely, his muzzle opening and closing around the younger wolf's throat. Victor gasps, the demon taking him as his bitch, his hips starting to rock against the other male, fucking himself upon the cock as the demon sets up a fast and steady tempo within him.
Victor feels the hot breath blowing around his neck as he closes his eyes, his cock throbbing and leaking his slick precum onto himself and the demon fucking him firmly. He starts to feel the thick swelling at the base of the other male's cock, the demon's knot pushing at his tailhole now. He whimpers softly, knowing that the demon is about to fully claim him.
Sidhe growls around the hold he has upon the other male's neck, feeding upon the lupine's lust and desire now, driving him into a frenzy. His hips start to pound away at the other male's rump, nearly fucking him with all eight inches of his shaft. He pulls nearly out, then drives his cock home, spreading the wolf's tight tailring lewdly with his thick knot. Victor barks out in pleasure, the knot pushing into him sends the young lupine over the edge, his thick seed spraying out over his stomach and chest.
The tapestry hanging from the wall slowly begins to fade from sight, the black vortex left behind begins to spin as the demon gets more power from breeding the male. Sidhe's hips begin to pound away at the young wolf now, moving erratically within him. Victor begins to whimper softly under the demon wolf, realizing what had just happened, having shown the demon wolf how much he enjoyed being fucked.
Sidhe's hips began to move faster against Victor's rump, fucking him with shallow strokes, having tied to his bitch. The demon wolf lifts his head from Victor's neck, throwing it back as he snarls, his hips still rapidly rocking against the wolf under him. The dark hole opening in the wall begins to glow more, the light beginning to flow into the chapel.
The demon wolf pushes fully into the lupine under him and emits a howl that rocks the walls of the chapel. Sidhe rocks his hips against the wolf's rump. Victor gasps, his eyes closing tightly as he feels a cold rush in his bowels, the creature pumping his demonic seed into him, claiming him fully.
Sidhe's howl dies off as his climax subsides, emptying the contents of his balls into his wolf. He lowers his muzzle, grinning down at the defeated wolf, "Good puppy."
Victor just whimpers, his eyes closed, as the chill spreads through his body.
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Jarred's ears perk when the loud howl comes to his ears, running quickly in the direction of the sound.
"Victor!"
He pants heavily, catching a small line of light at the end of the hallway, coming from under a door. He approaches the door, the soft glow casting enough light for him to see the carvings in the door. With a shaky paw, the fox grabs the handle, slowly twisting it.
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Victor slowly opens his eyes, looking into the eyes of the demon leaning over him. He slowly shakes his head, whimpering again. The demon wolf's image begins to fade again, becoming that rotten, sickly looking thing once again. He grins down at the tied male.
"You're a good fuck, wolf."
Sidhe's knot quickly subsides, pulling from the wolf slowly, causing Victor to whimper softly. He quickly hopes off the alter, his claws making short work of the ropes, releasing the wolf. Victor whimpers softly, completely ashamed at what had just happened, how easily the damned demon took him.
He felt a paw upon his wrist, pulling him from the alter. Victor's eyes opened, finally seeing the bright light coming from the vortex, almost sucking him towards it, his fur ripping with the wind from an unknown source beyond the opening. Victor struggles a bit, pulling at the hold the thing has upon him.
"Its time to go, boy," the demon wolf says, pulling the wolf from the alter.
Victor's legs shake as he is forced to stand, unable to hold the wolf up. He falls to his knees, struggling with the demon wolf, pulling at his arm. He starts to whimper more, the demon dragging him now towards the vortex, his strong grip unrelenting, almost feeling like it was going to break his wrist.
"Let me go!" Victor cries.
The door to the chapel slowly opens, a bewildered fox stepping in. He blinks as he sees the size of the room, almost as large as a church's interior. Jarred shakes his head, confusion running through his brain once again. He looks over the room, catching sight of Victor, being dragged towards the vortex by...something.
Jarred runs up the isle of the chapel towards the alter at the front, moving silently. He's still unseen by the two in the front. Moving by instinct to save his friend, he grabs one of the large candle holders as he goes by, the metal rod heavy in his paw. He approaches the creature and his friend.
"Let him go!" Jarred barks out as he swings the metal rod with all his strength, connecting to the thing's head.
Sidhe growls out in surprise as he finally hears the fox, too late to block the blow to his head. His head snaps back, the demon wolf howling out, more in anger then in pain. He releases the wolf who falls to the ground, shivering. Sidhe's head snaps back, staring directly at the fox, his eyes blazing a dark black, stepping towards the vulpine.
Jarred steps forward, not stopping his attack, and places the flat base of the candle holder against the things chest, pushing firmly. Sidhe's paws quickly come up and grab the metal rod. The fox pushes forward with everything he has, causing the demon wolf to take a step back, towards the vortex.
The fox growls, his eyes narrowed, as he gives one more firm shove, causing Sidhe to trip over his own feet, stumbling back into the vortex. With another wall shaking howl, the demon wolf disappears into the swirling light, keeping a hold of the candle holder. He starts to pull on it, the fox taking a step forward with it.
The fox releases his hold upon the metal rod, the entire thing disappearing into the darkness as well. Jarred pants, stumbling away from the swirling light. He lands next to his friend, the wolf still shivering from what had just happened.
"Victor?" Jarred shakes his friend's shoulder. "Victor...Are you ok?"
The wolf slowly looks up at the fox, shivering still, clearly shaken up. He recognizes the fox and quickly moves into his arms, holding the vulpine tightly. He whimpers softly as the fox wraps his arms around his shoulders, rocking the wolf slowly. Jarred finally notices his friend is nude as he does this.
"We...need to get out of here," Jarred says. "Now."
The wolf nods and they both begin to stand, moving away from the swirling light. Jarred helps his friend walk, sighing in relief that they can finally leave. His tail flicks behind him as he smiles a bit, leaning back against his friend.
Jarred yelps suddenly, startling the wolf as the fox is pulled from his arms. Something pulls the small fox back towards the vortex, a paw having a firm grip upon the end of his tail. The fox reaches toward his friend, his eyes wide with fear.
"Victor!" Jarred calls out, reaching for the wolf as he begins to cry again. "Help meeee!"
The wolf reaches out and takes a hold of his friends paw with both of his own. He leans into it, pulling back with all his strength. His paws begin to slip as the fox's tail begins to disappear into the swirling vortex.
"Don't let go!" Jarred cries, the terror in his eyes clear as day. "Please! Don't let me go!"
The wolf's paws continue to slip, the lupine whimpering as he knows this. He pulls back hard, tugging hard upon his friend's paws. The fox didn't let him down, so he wasn't about to let his friend down either. He tugs again, managing to take a step back, pulling the fox away from the light.
The tug from whatever had a hold of the fox's tail jerked the wolf forward, his grip slipping a little more. Jarred just shook his head, crying heavily as he felt the wolf slipping. Victor's eyes narrowed as he pulled back hard once more.
The wolf yelped as he completely lost his grip, falling backwards suddenly. The fox screamed, clawing at the ground, at anything his paws could find. He managed to catch the outside of the wall, reaching out for the wolf.
"Victor!" Jarred sobbed, his eyes wider then anything the wolf had ever seen, only his shoulders and head left out side of the light now, "Oh...gods!"
The wolf jumped for his friend as the fox lost his grip on the outside of the wall. The fox's claw tips scratched over his own, but that was all.
"VICTOR!"
The wolf jumped forward again, but only ran into a solid wall, the vortex and the fox gone.
"Jarred!" Victor screamed, clawing at the wall. The sound of the fox's terrified screams slowly fading until the wolf was left in silence, "Jarred!"
The wolf slumped against the wall, pounding a fist againt it, "No..." He whimpered softly as he slide down the smooth surface of the wall.
Suddenly, the wall bent outward. The wolf jumped back in shock, the wall seeming to turn to latex, showing the outline of the fox again, a paw pushing outward as well. The wall traces the terrified expression upon the vulpine's face as he reaches towards the wolf, the wall stretching around it.
Screaming, the fox is slowly pulled back into the wall once more, this scream slowly fading off like before, until the wolf was once again in silence.
He stared at the bare wall in disbelief, his friend gone. Slowly, he rose to his feet, the wolf in complete and total shock, his mind coming close to break down. He slowly makes his way out of the chapel and out of the cursed house...alone.
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Two Months Later:
The doors to the dark mansion slowly opened, a bright light flooding out onto the old porch. A figure appears before the light, slowly walking towards the open door, silouetted by the bright swirling lights behind it. The figure appears to be that of a vulpine, its features becoming more apparent as he steps over the threshold and onto the porch.
Jarred stands there, his fur disheveled and decayed, like that of the demon, muscle visible where there is no skin, bone visible where there is neither. He grins widely.
Victor sits up quickly in bed, panting heavily in a cold sweat. A shiver runs over his body as he lays back down in the darkness of his room, that same nightmare running through his mind.
He cries himself to sleep.
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Fifteen Years Later:
The lone figure stood outside the dark house, looking up at its dark steps. The wolf slowly moves through the gate, his expression emotionless as he looks upon the mansion with dark eyes. He makes his way up the path and up the creaking stairs.
Victor pants a bit, his heart racing as he approaches the door. He hadn't been back to this house in fifteen years, he didn't want to be back now. He left this house alone fifteen years ago, he won't be leaving alone this time.
He steps back, swiftly bringing his foot up to kick the door hard, sending the old door inward quickly. He steps through the doorway...
....disappearing into the darkness.......
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