FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Collections

by Declan Xavier

#1 entry for Swalloween. This story contains supernatural elements and soul vore. Read the tags and have a great day.

A fifth shot, followed quickly by a sixth, and not even a buzz. Had they been clear liquor, Lawson would have been convinced that the bartender was serving him water. But they were brown, and he could feel the burn down his throat, the way it stung his eyes a testiment to its strength. It just wasn't doing anything for him.

//I need you on your game for this// said the dark voice inside of him. It wasn't metaphorical either, for three months now there was a different voice than his own in his head. He had been dealing with it, along with the accompanying nightmares and seeing shit out of the corner of his eye. Tonight, though, it was louder, and stronger than ever. Tonight was the night that the voice promised things would change.

At first, the panther thought he was going crazy, some kind of mental breakdown shit. In response, the voice told him things, things that turned out to be true, and things that he had no way of knowing or finding out about. It was like the voice was flexing.

"Fine, let's get this over with." Lawson muttered, fishing through his wallet for a tip for the tender.

//Very well. You see him over there.// It was a statement, not a question.

Lawson looked across the bar at the cervine in the blue polo. There was...something there. A sense of recognition, but he couldn't be sure if it was his own, or more knowledge given to him by...whatever was inside of him.

//Demon,// the voice stated matter-of-factly, answering his internal monologue. //And we both recognize him, though I know him better than you.//

Licking his lips, Lawson opened his mouth to say something but considered the next question better left unspoken. He wondered what the guy did to get on this demon's shit list.

//Reneged on a deal. Never spend another night alone unless he wanted to. In exchange, he'd bring his bedwarmers to meet me. You were the last one he did that for, then he started dropping them off at hospitals and churches, places I could not touch them. Lucky you.//

Lawson blinked, absent-mindedly handing the bartender a bill that was far too large, since he was distracted by the conversation going on inside his own head. Hospitals? Really?

//Yes, but that is not important now. What is important is that you collect him.//

The feline's tail twitched at the thought of how he was going to 'collect' a cervine that was a foot taller than him and built like an professional football player.

//Leave that to me. I can take over now, if you want.//

Lawson shook his head, smiling at the bartender and assuring him that he was going to call a rideshare rather than drive home. The thought of the...demon...he guessed, taking over was a line he didn't want to cross. He had to live with this thing in his head, he definitely didn't want it in the driver's seat.

//Fine, just get him alone, and I will instruct you when the time comes. Trust me.//

He gave a hiccuping laugh at that.Trust me, the demon said. Shaking his head again, he started towards the other end of the bar. In the dim light of the surroundings, he felt like a predator stalking its prey. Of course, wild panthers didn't wear white crop tops or hip-hugging jeans. For not having the benefit of alcohol, Lawson had a strange boost of confidence as he walked, his hips starting to sway a bit in his stride.

As he got closer, the cervine's features came in sharper focus, and so did the memories. Lawson remembered the night they shared together, of him getting picked up in a bar across town. There was something about the stag that he found irresistible, something that was missing now. He remembered his fingers tracing over every curve and crease of muscle, he remember the feeling as the stag took him on the hotel bed.

The panther's cheeks flushed with heat. He felt exposed, like he was naked in the crowd, like someone had just found his nudes. But his paws moved anyway, bringing him closer and closer to the slab of venison that had, apparently, put him in this position. Reaching out, he gently brushed the deer's wrist with his fingers as he walked past. He sashayed by, only glancing back over his shoulder just before he reached the door.

It had attracted the deer's attention, and there was a bit of irritation at being touched. That melted away when he saw the panther, looking coyly back over his shoulder, tail flitting a bit. But the most important thing that Lawson was looking for wasn't there: there was no sign of recognition. The deer grinned back, crooking a finger a couple of times at Lawson.

The panther just smiled, and left. Some predators stalked their prey, others waited for their prey to come to them. The voice inside Lawson's head had been silent through the whole exchange, and, bolstered by his confidence, the feline knew that there was nothing he had done wrong. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, hung a left since there was more building on that side than on the right, and started walking.

The music got quieter as the door closed behind him, but then louder again. His ears swiveled back as he heard the sound of hooves hit the sidewalk. Keeping his eyes straight ahead, Lawson turned into the gap between buildings, something that couldn't even rightly be called an alley, and disappeared.

He didn't walk too far away, just enough to get out of the streetlight, and just enough to make sure that there was no one else back here for what was about to happen. Putting his footpaw back, he leaned his back against the brick, putting his paws behind his head and lacing his fingers together. The look of feigned casualness, of being only somewhat interested. It was an art. Too desperate and it was a turn off, too aloof and they didn't even try. You had to be accessible enough to be attainable, but enough of a prize worth the chase.

As the silhouette of the cervine appeared at the mouth of the alley, Lawson smiled, a row of white teeth against the darkness of his muzzle. //Gotcha,// he and the demon thought in unison. With strides as confident as the panther's, but with a lot less hip movement and a lot more direct focus, the stag approached.

"Just gonna bump into me and not even offer an apology, huh?" the stag asked as he rounded on the panther, his hand immediately reaching back and gripping onto one of Lawson's denim-clad asscheeks.

Lawson looked up into the cervine's eyes. That swagger, that cocky grin, the mountain of muscle that it sat atop; the stag wouldn't have needed a demon's help to get Lawson in bed. Of course, personality would have made all the difference whether Lawson stuck around, but the panther had a type, and was always willing to give it a shot.

"Oh no, mister," Lawson feigned. "I'm so sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?"

The stag was a male of action, and he responded by pulling Lawson up by his ass and pressing his lips against the panther's. Lawson slid his eyes closed, surrendering to the kiss and pushing his hips forward a little bit. The stag smelled of cologne and rum, tasted of rum and masculinity, and the grunts of desire coming off of him were borderline feral as he pushed his tongue past the feline's fangs.

//Ready// said the thing inside of him, and the stag came back into view as Lawson's eyes sprang open. They unfocused a bit, but the panther could easy tell what was going on. The stag, perhaps sensing that something was wrong, started to pull back, but it felt like his tongue was still in the panther's mouth.

Glancing down, Lawson saw something that definitely wasn't the stag's tongue. It glowed faintly, pulsing like a firefly as it lingered between his mouth and the deer's. It tingled like sour candy, and as more of the glow came out of the stag, it forced Lawson's jaws open wider. Out of habit, his tongue rolled over the thing in his mouth, pulling it back to be swallowed into his throat.

The stag stepped back on his hoof, but didn't seem to be able to move further. With the newfound room, Lawson sank to his knees, lips still wrapped around the glow and tongue pulling more and more of it into his muzzle. It tasted like...good, was the only way that Lawson could describe it. Bubbly like champagne, bright and crisp. It was the best thing he had ever put into his mouth except that he could link it to any other flavor he had tasted before.

His rough, pantherine tongue rolled over the somehow substantial light, desiring to taste every single part of it as it slid from the stag into his mouth. As formidable as it was, though, even Lawson's muzzle had its limits, and soon the substance was pressing against the back of his throat, the internal ring squeezing against the intrusion.

Relaxing his throat was easy considering the absolute bliss coming from the thing in his mouth, and his eyes slid closed as the thing pressed through the entrance to his neck and started to slide down his throat. On instinct, his body swallowed to try and either consume or dislodge the thing, massaging and rubbing along the glow as it started to worm its way into his body.

Lawson could feel the warm buzz in his neck, like an electric hum, as his lips tugged and tongue curled. There was a secondary heat bubbling up behind his hips, either from the intense pleasure of what he was consuming, or the position he found himself in - on his knees in an alley in front of a studly stag. Whatever the cause, it soon became a problem as his tight jeans were growing too tight by half.

If it had been the stag's cock in his muzzle, he would have been paying as much attention to it as he could, stroking what couldn't fit in his mouth, giving the balls some much needed attention, or maybe even sneaking a cheeky finger into the other male's ring. Without those factors, however, he could focus selfishly on his own pleasure. Unbuttoning the fly to his jeans quicker than he had outside of his teenager years, the panther quickly got the denim out of the way and pulled his cock free.

He hadn't even been aware of it leaving his sheath, but now it was in his grip, dripping with fluid from its home. He rolled his pawpads along the length of it, thumbing the barbed tip as he reached the peak and rolling it back down slowly over the slipperly skin. It felt divine, but than it had even the first time he discovered self-love, and soon he was moaning through the glow in his mouth. Drool dribbled out of the side of his open lip as he noisily slurped down whatever it was that the stag could give him.

His paw worked slowly up and down his length, his other hand moving to roll his black, fuzzy orbs between his fingers. Lawson's eyes fluttered open, but were rolled back so far in his head that only the whites were showing for a moment. This was divine, this was amazing. As more of the glow slowly inched into his throat and finally through the opening to his stomach, the heat in his gut intensified. His cock started to leak precum like a broken faucet.

The smell of his own arousal only heightened the experience, and soon his mind was swimming in a sea of fireworks. He whimpered, begging the stag for more of the glow even as he was in complete control. Whatever it was, Lawson wanted it all,needed all of it, more than he needed water or oxygen or love. Everything was glow.

Then, like a mozzarella pull snapping, the light came fully out of the stag's lips. The panther's gluttonous throat and tongue slurped it down, drawing it into the darkness of his throat and stomach. His muscles pulled it down, not letting a single photon of whatever this absolutely blissful light was escape.

Just as his throat closed around the last of it, his muzzle free of the glow and the finally forceful tug of his muscles dragged it down into his stomach, Lawson came. Thick, hot ropes of spunk fired from the tip of his shaft, splattering messily against the pant legs of the stag as he stumbled back against the opposite wall. The cervine slid down the wall with a grunt as the panther's orgasm fired a second and a third salvo. With a feral roar of conquest, Lawson's climax finally dimmed enough for his brain to wrest control back.

Panting and heaving, reeling from the orgasm and the experience as a whole, Lawson's eyes snapped up to the stag. He crawled over on hands and needs, dripping erection swaying and bobbing a bit as he did, leaving a trail of white dots on the ground. It was already flagging, retreating back into its sheath, but the panther's fingers were working towards the cervine's neck. He was breathing, there was a pulse, but the deer's eyes stared at nothing as his head lulled to the side.

"Wh...what the fuck?" Lawson asked the empty alley in a cracked voice.

//You ate his soul,// said the dark voice, without emotion. //And it feels like you enjoyed it.//

The smell of the copious amounts of panther cum, the tingling sensation in his hips, even the feeling in his stomach, warm and sated, were all evidence that the demon's assertion was an understatement. He didn't just enjoy it, he fucking loved it. But...

//You did not kill him,// the demon tried to assure him. //He is breathing. He has a pulse. After what he did to you and the others, he deserved it.//

Lawson nodded, licking his lips and finding the lack of tingle on his lips somehow saddening. "So, is that it? We're done?"

//I do not know. Are we?//