The kiss of Death
I may use the term he,him, and his a LOT! "No no, stop!" Lars protested violently. It was the day of the Halloween dance, and everyone felt a little freaky. Lars had been reading on his bed, and listening to pink floyd, when his "friends" terry and jeanie, decided to have a little fun, they had forced him backward over his bunk in the dorm, and were trying to get a funneled hose into his mouth. "I don't drink, Stop it!" He shook his neck this way and that. "No I said!". "Lighten up dude, don't be a pussy!" One of his so called friends, a collie, called out. "Live a little man" Another barked out, a bulldog. He shook again, but a pair of strong hands from the bulldog reached down and pried his muzzle open, how he wished he weren't so small. Before he could react, a green tube was shoved into his mouth, and a fizzy yellow liquid was poured into the top from a bottle. He wrenched again, but couldn't stop the flow of beer, trickling into his mouth. He coughed and spluttered violently, the smell of alcohol alone made him woozy. The chemical being forcibly poured down his throat made him gag, and was almost enough to make Lars throw his cookies. When the last of the foul-smelling liquid had traveled through the tube, his friends relaxed. Their mistake. He burst up, knocking them over, and ran straight for the bathroom, leaving a trail of alcohol and drool in his path. The collie and the bulldog winced and cringed as they heard the retching of the small wolf. They headed for the door, but not before their noses caught the scent of fresh throw-up, and their own gag reflexes kicked in as they barreled out of the dorm, making them rush to the hall toiletries. "What the hell is their problem today?" Lars thought. "It may be Halloween, but those guys seriously take it all too far." He stayed leaning over the toilet for a minute, making sure he was done passing the beer from his system. He stood up, keeping a rather respectable pose, as though to hide the scent of puke from him, or the bit that ran down his shirt. "I'd better take a bath too." He shuffled out of the bathroom, and locked the dorm door, "Lets see." He picked out a trench coat he kept for looking intimidating, despite his small stature. Lars took a pair of blast-man goggles, and his signature brown fedora, placing them in their respective places on his head. "Lookin' good" He muttered into the bedside mirror. He couldn't find his cane though, the outfit worked better with his ball-head cane. "I guess it's okay, not as cool though." Though it came together rather nicely, he looked like a gun dealer, but a nice looking one. Lars took off his nice costume, and want back to the bathroom armed with a towel, a gray element shirt, and some khaki pants. He hopped into the shower, and turned the knobs. He always liked taking sowers, and he liked how his fur always smelled grassy when he got out, instead of like wet dog. He lathered himself a while, enjoying the feeling of his hands stroking tenderly against his butt. Lars was gay, but he kept to himself. He rubbed himself a while longer, before rinsing off and turning off the water. He toweled off and re-dressed himself, ready for whatever the night might behold. The sun was setting, and the dance was in a couple minutes. He took off down the hall, careful to lock his door, while whistling the tune to "comfortably numb". He arrived downstairs, and the hall was already in the hustle and bustle of movement. Vampires, mummies, fairies, all sorts of furs in costumes were surging toward the double-doors. He took a couple wary steps, and got caught up in the great wave, almost comfortably pushed along by a bat in a robin hood costume, to the doors. He half stumbled outside, "It's just a dance people" He half muttered to himself. He looked around to see a lot of furs, more than the usual amount, walking this way and that meeting up with friends, and sometimes glaring at others. He sniffed and stepped delicately to the DJ table. After a long time of waiting and asking the principal, with a little concentive, he was finally the DJ for the dance this year. It was eight o' clock and he was ready. His hands trembled with excitement as he got behind the big Yamaha. He took a seat, and relaxed. People who knew him were giving him weird looks, even worse, people didn't know him. His head shook, and placed his hands on the mix table. He pressed a button, and Marylin Manson's version of "This is Halloween" started to play. Everyone's stares of distrust turned to grins, and they looked away to socialize again. Relieved, he Kept the beat regular, and made a couple tone changes every once in awhile, much to the delight of the crowd. He played and mixed rock songs from various artists until about twelve in the morning. He ran out of songs, and turned the four-hour playlist on auto-play. He stood up, and the crowd below cheered and a couple seniors patted him on his back as he descended the low stairs. He smiled, and was congratulated all through the crowd as he made his way back into the school. He pushed his way inside though the door, and the school was positively deserted, nothing was making noise except for the air conditioning. He decided that his room was not the place he wanted to be right now, so instead, he wandered the halls looking at the things that others had posted up, art, notices, things like that. After a while he went through the doors on the side of the building, where the forest is. He noticed the pot-heads all passed out inside the patio. He sat down on the low concrete wall and whistled into the forest for a second. He stopped, and lie back to take pressure off of his tired back.. Suddenly, from inside the forest, came a whistle unlike anything he had ever heard! A frightening but soothing whistle. His eyes grew wide and he near flipped off the wall. "Holy shit!" His voice quivered. What in the world was that! That had never happened before, what was that? He breathed shakily, and drew in a shuddering breath. Closing his eyes, he whistled again. He licked his dry lips in anticipation, and strained his ears to hear. He need'nt to, because the next whistle came much closer, too close! His eyes shot open, and revealed in front of his eyes, was a flickering light at the edge of the forest. It swayed gently, as though entranced by the whistling. It had no definite shape and moved awkwardly. Lars' face grew pale, and he sat on the wall, teetering on the edge, watching the glowing shape bob and move. He dared to whistle again, and let out a small tweet. The shape glowed brilliantly, and shot toward him! He panicked and flailed, trying to get off the wall, instead falling backwards into a loft chair. He groaned in pain, and started to crawl/stumble his way to the door. The shape was faster than he, and it was already upon him. The shape started to materialize, and he saw a pair of bright yellow eyes, and a black muzzle before a cold wave settled over him making his senses leave him, leaving him to black out. Lars blinked his eyes open carefully, not wanting his pounding headache to be upset by the morning sun. He brought up his hands to pull back the blankets, or at least he tried before he realized he couldn't move. He opened his eyes completely in alarm, to find that it was still dark out, but not only that, his glasses were gone and he was in a clump of trees! His head darted right and left, and he remembered he couldn't move! His head shot down to see chains wrapping him to a tree. Wait, not chains, but vines! He was strapped to a tree with vines! It wasn't even a vine forest! He realized the predicament he was in, and howled madly "Help! Help!". He kept screaming it, and screaming it, till he ran out of breath. He flattened his ears to his head and waited, yet help did not come, or even answer. "Yelling will not help you, young wolf" A cold voice from within the abundance of trees groaned, "That will only serve to give me a headache". He shrunk back into the tree, suddenly more afraid. "Wh-who are you?" He asked in a whisper, "Don't hurt me please!". "Oh silly child" It murmured, "I will not hurt you, I simply have something to say." He clenched his teeth in worry, hoping he would wake up in his bed at any moment. "You know the phrase, your so loud, you could wake the dead?" The forest called. "S-sure". "Well, that is what you have done, and countless others have done as well. You see, It is my job to put them back to sleep per say". Lars narrowed his eyes, "That's impossible!". "Is it? You are a mere teenager as they say these days, I am ancient! I know more now, than any of your generation ever will combined". Lars didn't like being called dumb in any form, so his fear almost dissipated, and was replaced by argumentative annoyance. "Then what's my name?" He said, matter of factually. "You are Lars Jamebridge, fathered by Benny Jamebridge and Vannesa Jamebridge, who's maiden name is Grant". "Fine, fine! You proved your point! Who are you?!" He yelled squeakily his shakiness and fear returning. "I am the keeper, a celestial being who's job is to put the dead to rest! I am kept eternally busy, because people like you just have to keep waking the spirits with your noise! The dark ages were much easier, everyone always quiet in mourning". Lars breathed heavily while repeating "This can't be happening! No no, this is impossible, can't be happening!". "Shut your trap boy!, I am here to ask something of you as well." The voice commanded, almost tenderly. "What could you want from me?". "Well, first of all, stop being so damned noisy! That four hours of playing around with noises you did? That was four hours of work for me! No to mention the ongoing work for the festival in town, I am just glad their is a spirit for every town!" This person had just basically kidnapped him, but the spirit seemed positively okay with it! "As long as you don't scare the shit outta me again, I'll be quiet as a church mouse!". "Fantastic" The spirit said rather sarcastically. It's tone changed as it got into a different subject, "Now, I have a question". "What is it?" Lars asked, a hint of suspicion creeping into his tone. "Well, the life of a spirit, is one of loneliness, we cannot materialize into this plane, but once every All Hollow's eve-" "You mean Halloween?" Lars interrupted. "No not Halloween" It said with annoyance, "Halloween is fake! Made up to gather coin from you people. No,I mean All Hollow's eve. At this time the spirits are so riled up that the energy created allows us to use it to force ourselves into this plane of existence. But that's beside the point. You see, in the other world we are alone, no one else, except for the spirits we guide back to their resting places. They aren't to keen to speak to the one they know as death". "I can understand that, but what do you want?" Lars said, losing patience. "Well, I want something that you have." "I don't have anything special, I can tell you that much." "Oh but you do, You have it with you right now". The voice seemed to move from all around, to a couple paces in front of Lars. He started to panic, "M-my soul? You can't- no no- You cant have tha- Help!" A firm yet invisible grip clamped down on his muzzle. "No you moron!" Came the voice again. A dark area started materializing in the clearing in front of Lars. He could only gape, as his muzzle was firmly clamped shut. The darkness blew the autumn leaves around, though there was no wind. At the base of the swirling mass, appeared a pair of small golden footpaws, surrounded by an even lighter set of white flip-flop sandals. Lars furrowed his eyebrows at the odd sight, but it wasn't over yet. The darkness rose, merging into a pair of solid white jeans, followed by a beautiful black-tipped golden tail. Higher and higher the cloud of pitch black rose, revealing more and more of the one known as death. The blackness filled out a tie-dye shirt,and then spiraled out into two golden handpaws. The moment of truth, thought Lars. The last thick of darkness morphed together to reveal a young looking male fox with a black colored muzzle instead of the usual white. The small cute figure released Lars' muzzle, and the first thing out of his muzzle was "What is this?" Said Lars in disbelief. "What do you mean?"Asked the fox in a suspicious tone. "You couldn't be a year older than I am!". "How old do you expect a perpetual being to look like? I am only a couple million years old." "A couple mill- I can't believe this... What do you want anyw-" He was cut short when the fox grabbed his chin ever so softly, brought it down, and planted a gentle kiss on Lars' lips. Lars' eyes, for the next time tonight, shot open as the cute fox's lips met his. He trembled a bit, then relaxed, It was all just a dream anyway right... right? The little fox's breath smelled of peppermint and cherries. He barely cared, for there he was in the middle of the forest, tied to a tree, kissing a fox he had come to know as death! The newly materialized spirit held the kiss, closing his eyes, and tilting his head. Lars found himself getting lost in the passionate act just as soon as the fox broke off. "This is what I want silly mortal." He said, sliding his hand down the vines constricting Lars. He didn't know whether to object or not. He struggled under the vines, making the hot fox giggle. He licked Lars' chin, and breathed in his neck fur. Lars' struggles became less and less urgent, until he stopped all together. Lars stood, back against the tree, and vines holding him there, being kissed and loved on for the first time in his life, and it was from someone like this. He secretly found it stimulating, but he wasn't abut to tell the surprise instigator that! When the fox was sure his little prize had stopped trying to run off, he grasped the vines with his small handpaws, ripping them off in one swift motion. Lars took a double take, he could never do that and this slight figured vulpine had done it all at once! He felt intimidated by this cute little thing almost five inches shorter than him! The fox, assured that his fresh catch wasn't going to run, hugged him around the chest, and brought him into another kiss. Lars found himself hugging the small fur back to his utmost surprise. Lost in the moment, he pressed into the fox, wanting more of death's sweet breath inside of him. The fox broke off, "Lars, I need you right now... please? It's been so long". Lars held his breath while the little fox waited in anticipation. He released it in a rush, "I-I suppose..." He said finally, surprising himself, as though the decision was not entirely his. The fox smiled widely as if in thanks, and Lars nodded back, his eyes betraying his fear and suspicion. The ancient young looking fox put on a sly grin and rubbed Lars' waist heftily, making Lars groan out loud though his neck muscles were still extremely tense. "Relax woofy" Said death in a sensual voice, "I'll take good care of you." His voice was some how pleasing to Lars' perked ears, and he breathed heavily while the fox slipped it's golden handpaws into the slip of his pants. The handsome spirit traced around the edge of the khaki jeans, before reaching up to take the heavy trench coat from Lars' shoulders. Lars' excitement grew as the vulpine hottie once again slipped it's hands into his pants, teasing them downward to his ankles. "Don't you worry one bit." Death muttered before stripping himself of his own pants. He wore pitch black underwear underneath the white jeans. Odd, but sexy. The spirit pressed the bulge in his underwear up against Lars', making them both blush like mad. Lars never knew that another furs privates could feel so much warmer than his! He shook in a sort of trance, something between love and fear. The fox took initiative and rubbed Lars' sheath steadily with a single hand, giving him a quivering feeling from somewhere deep inside. This feeling started from the tip of his sheath and spread down his length, spreading all the way down to his toes, and up to his tummy. He shivered and his legs gave out making him fall forward onto deaths slender frame. The fox used a finger to poke him back into a standing position, however shaky it may be. "Your a virgin, I didn't quite know that" The fox said, his grin sliding wider. Lars sniffed and frowned a bit, he didn't like people knowing his sexual life, though it was very inactive. The fox twitched an ear, setting back to work on Lars' underwear, sliding them down carefully. Cold forest air washed over his exposed privates, making Lars shudder. The spirit turned his butt in Lars' direction while he slid his own underwear off over his somehow arousing flip-flops. Lars stared at the cute black rump, and the twitching became furious, followed by a piercing cold. He looked down to see his member had finally emerged from it's hiding place. When the fox was done undressing, he turned around with a more serious face, an innocent face, a welcoming face "Lars... I want you to put it in me". Lars face took a strain of disbelief. Death wanted Lars to give it to him, up the ass?! "Please... Being around cold dead people is depressing. I need someone warm, inside of me. I beg of you, please do it". After exactly twenty-three seconds of thought, Lars dipped his head in agreement. He would do it and truthfully, he was damn excited about it too. Making death his bitch seemed like an aspect, that most only dreamed of. The spirit dipped his head in thanks, and slowly turned around, a mad blush over his face. He dropped to his knees making his throbbing member bounce up and down, then leaned forward, placing his hands wide apart, then bracing himself by grabbing handfuls of grass. Lars took a shaky step forward, then another, until he was standing behind the sweet vulpine ass. He took a deep breath through his clenched teeth, and took the fox's petite thighs in his handpaws, dropping to his own knees. His wolfhood was fully erect, and pointing straight at Death's tailhole. "Please, please! Now!" The fox screamed in lust, "Now!". The pressure was to much for Lars, and without really thinking, thrust his hips forward, where his cock buried itself between the spirits cheeks, prodding his O-ring, which clenched in turn, trying to keep him out. The warm feeling dwelling at the tip of Lars' penis made his carnal instinct act up, and he thrust again at the blockaded ass. He thrust once more, and the defenses were broken, and his head broke through the guardian sphincter to the warm awaiting nook inside of the fox, who yelped and huffed loudly. With obvious effort, Lars forced more and more of his cock through the tailhole. The fox panted hard and grinned, glistening beads of sweat running down his muzzle from the heat of his body. Lars had half of his length inside of the sexy vulpine creature, when he arched his back, and howled to the sky. His instinct, from thousands of years of his kind, had taken over. He thrust in again, harder this time, causing his knot to bump the sweet rump. "Oh fuck yes! More, more!" Screamed the fox. Lars couldn't have found the will to stop anyhow, he was far too lost in his frenzy of lust. The guard ring had gotten used to the musky intruder, and had stopped clenching so hard, thus allowing Lars to thrust deeper, massaging the fox's prostate. Lars' balls were rhythmically slapping up against the fox's, urging release. Death had ripped up huge handfuls of grass by now, and his cock had dribbled odorous foxy pre onto the forest floor. Lars' wolfhood had taken a liking to this new area, and it showed it by expanding and creating a wonderfully tight fit, something that it had never done when he pawed off. He pushed in and pulled out hard and fast, making hem both groan and grunt, with the occasional yelp from the fox. "Kn-knot me *pant* N-n-now!" he said between thrusts. Lars had planned that already, and he could barely hear the spirit over the ecstasy filling his head. His knot had grown to a nice size, though was almost to big to fit, so he had to be quick. He slowed, and took a couple longer, more pleasurably painful thrusts into the fox, filling him with the wolfy member. One more long deep thrust, and an audible sucking sound, followed by a low pop could be heard. His entire penis had disappeared within the fox. The most he could manage was a few more weak thrust before his balls contracted, and his hot lupine cum burst from his member, coating the fox's insides with the sweet and salty liquid and making lars thick member stretch and strain with pleasure. There was a huge amount, due to being a virgin. It kept coming and coming, making the fox's tummy seem to swell slightly and hang. The resulting heat flooding over Death's prostate sent him over the edge as well, making his own seed flow out of the end of his own delicate cock, and drown the grass in white, hot cum. Lars leaned over the fox as the last of his semen dribbled into the spirit. "Th- th- thank y-you Lars. Thank you s-so much." The fox breathed. Lars could only whisper a "your welcome" before he had to lay on the fox's back, laying his hands down in the sticky vulpine cum. A while later, they had splayed on the ground naked next to each other, soaked in the fox's seed, which was everywhere. They smiled and licked their lips. The sun was peaking over the to of the school, and the students would have just been going to bed. "You, Lars, you are good... not the best, but you are... were a virgin after all. You did a good job". Lars cocked an eyebrow in response, unsure of how to respond. "It is time for me to return to the soul plane. My night off, is over." Lars flashed a smile, and nodded to the fox. They both sat up and looked at each other. The fox took a fleeting look at Lars, and help up a hand. "Sleep Lars, we may one day meet again. For now, forget". So he did, Lars looked confused, then his eyes rolled up, then finally, he passed out. Lars woke up with a start. He felt woozy, but something else as well. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he soon forgot it. He remembered sitting on the patio whistling, getting up, then going to bed. That's it really, but he felt odd. He put on a green t-shirt, and some gray sweats, ready to leave for trigonometry. He found as he walked to class, he whistled the strangest tune. Enchanting, yet frightening. He had never heard it before, had he? The End
- * * A Halloween story attempt! First story in a year, Probably a bit rusty.