The Day of The Dead
Warning, this includes blah blah blah gay sex! Woo! Also, despite its title, it's not about gore or vore or anything of the like. There is blood but nothing of that while during gay smexing. Enjoy the story submission. Below will by a description or A/N about the story.
The Day of the Dead
Do you not see, my friend, that the gods are unlikely beings. What you see isn't what you get; what you see...isn't what you expect. We are mortal, and the gods have many ways with us. Hate them, despise them, ridicule them; they are beings that bring a cruel twist of fate. Eventually, we are put to the test...
The city: a wonderful place to be. It's always crowded with so many furs, but at this particular day and season, it's and busier than ever. It's the beginning of November, the start of a festival called the Day of the Dead. Not much to say about it since it actually speaks for itself, literally. The Day of the Dead: a day where one prays to their beloved love ones who have departed off from the living. And that is the signification of life and death at the same time.
Through the busy city, a particular part of Mexico, San Andreas Mixquic, was jam packed, and getting from one end to another was a task that only a few could manage.
This could be said about a certain stripped feline.
"Could this day get any worse?" A tiger groaned to himself, trying to get past a few furs, as they were too busy to even move away, "I know that this is a festival, but for god sakes... can't a tiger walk to the city without getting pushed?"
The sun was set high up in the sky and its deathly ray beamed down to the earth below, scorching the very ground these mortal stood upon. Not a single breeze of wind wafted through the air, and to add salt to the wound, it was crowded. The tiger stopped right next to a stall and got a bottle of refreshing water. Staring at it, he licked his parched lips and unscrewed the cap, quickly guzzling down the liquid. With closed eyes, he got what he wanted.
"That hit the spot."
"Hit what spot?" A paw clamped down on his shoulder.
"Whoa shit!" He turned and twisted that paw down.
"Oww! Oww! Lemme go!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" The tiger released and apologized further, "You really shouldn't sneak up on others like that."
"Danny... I wasn't even sneaking up on you. I was behind you the whole time," his friend shook his head, rubbing by the bridge of his sweaty nose. He was a canine, and from the looks of the tiger's friend, that little dog probably needed to abstain from doughnuts for the time being. Luckily enough for him, he at least had the height to accommodate those fatty lumps around his waist. Standing proudly at over six feet tall, the wolf had a belly that was probably fit for a bear. "You just got lost in the crowd."
"Proby, you need to get some exercise," Danny patted on to that belly.
"I have a name and it's not Proby. It's Zack, and memorize it. I hate being called Proby."
"Hah! Get a hold of yourself. You're still under probation from the cop academy. Heck, you're under my command." The tiger scoffed.
Zack punched his arm. "So? You've only been here for a month."
"I got transferred for some kind of experience work thing and I don't like it. Mexico isn't the place for me."
"Get used to it," the wolf walked forward, "You're gonna be here for a long while more. Why not enjoy the festival, hrm? It's the day where we celebrate the dead. That should be something new that you didn't experience while you were in California, right?"
That was true. This was probably Danny's first time in such a festival. He's not usually the type to go out into a place that's filled to the brim with so many other furs, but he was brought here out of curiosity. When he first heard about it, he probably thought that it had something to do with zombies but how wrong he was when he was informed that it was to pray over the dead. Danny wasn't really into religion and that shitty stuff but this was fascinating.
Before coming over to Mixquic, he saw a few open cemeteries, and many furs were praying in groups and singles. It was different and then, coming here to buy some sugar skull...? For Zack, he had never seen such items before. Furthermore, it was a little confusing why these furs were 'celebrating' about the dead rather than having a solemn procession. Wouldn't that be more logical compared to actually celebrating it? Every single corner of Mixquic had stalls all around, selling various items, mainly myriads of beautiful flowers and some food that was probably the best choice for an offering to the dead.
The tiger felt something tug at him from below and he looked. It's wasn't a something but someone.
"Feed the pwetty skull?" A little child, donning a beautiful skeleton costume, reached out towards him with a box that looked like a pumpkin. Was this Halloween or something?
"Um... yeah... how about sweets?" Danny frantically searched through his pockets and found a small looking sweet, relieved that he actually had something on him. "Here you go. One sweet for the nice looking pumpkin."
"Thank you mister!" And off the child ran to meet his mother.
"That was awfully sweet of you." Zack smiled.
"Um... y-yeah..." He stammered back, but he wasn't about to stop there though. "Question, why are there children wearing costumes like it is Halloween?"
"It's a tradition. That's how we celebrate the festival." The wolf walked on.
Danny had to trail behind and began to wonder about it. "If it's about the dead, and you're praying for them, it would be weird to actually celebrate their death, right?"
There was a moment of silence between both of them. but they carried on walking, wading through the sea of merchants and buyers; children running around everywhere, asking for sweets or something to fill in their bucket while the adults were busy picking up the best flowers to offer up to their loved ones.
"Danny, today is the day where we remember our dearly departed," Zack finally spoke, "I'm not that good with explaining things to you but let's put it this way. This festival is a great way to socialize and have fun with families and ties our bonds together. By celebrating it, we remember them well. and it makes it a little less scary. Death is a bad thing to everybody, nobody likes it when somebody dies but it's not that bad if we celebrate rather than mourn for them. Don't you think so, Danny?"
The tiger wanted to speak but contemplated on barging in. He has a good point. If one were to remember the dead, guess, celebrating would be the way to go. In contrast to just reminiscing the whole day and probably break down and cry, this festival proved to be something else. Since he wasn't a local around here and just transferred to this armed police branch a month ago, he might as well get used to it until his time here was over.
A life for a life... what do you find in life? What are you doing with your life? Is it a great one? Or are you living a life that is meaningless? The path that you choose represents the life within your soul. You will not regret death when it comes to claim you...
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Few grunts followed by purrs reverberated through the alleyway as a large bulky male wolf started humping away in the half-lit area while a fox threw his head back as pleasure surged through his body. By now, his creamy red fur was thoroughly raked and disheveled from all ends as his wolf pumped harder. The wolf's calloused paws held firmly against the vulpine, supporting his miniscule weight. The same could be said about the fox. Both paws clung tightly on to the wolf's back, and the feeling of a large cock embedded right into him was a fantasy come through. The fact that they were fucking around in the alley made it all too surreal and fueled both males with lust.
The fox moaned aloud but tried to suppress his urges. "Shh... quiet now. You don't want to be heard this loud, do we?"
This resulted in a soft whine and groan but the vulpine has yet to stop whatever the wolf was giving to him. The fox could feel his partner's large cock embedded right between his tail and each time he thrust in deeper, his sweet gentle prostrate was aroused to a level unknown to any man. Both paws clung on to his shoulders but the sweet canine was kind enough to support him. Through this, he was more than grateful. At least now, he could truly enjoy the passion and lust that he was sharing with him. A subtle finger traced down through the wolf's neck and landed safely on to those large pecs.
The poor fox clenched harder as the male's shaft buried deeper from within while stealing quick glances from the side, wondering if anybody was there, staring or enjoying the show that they were giving out in public. It was rare to get a couple like these two to fuck around with an audience but heck, the wolf was more than happy if someone watched.
Their fur bristled with static as they rub against each other but that wasn't all that was grinding. Sweat had begun to drip down their foreheads and simple matted each of their beautifully coated fur. The fox's mildly red pelt was disheveled from all over the place since his mate had started explore all over his body without a care. Meanwhile, the canine was sweating as his muscles worked over time, trying to hold his fox up while fucking the brains out of him. His body ached, sore from standing and fucking too long. His breathing got heavier and faster, rasping for air as tongue rolled out to the side.
Without a moment to lose, the alpha male was on the verge of cumming and he couldn't just hold it in any longer. The more he tried to suppress his urges, the harder it was to overcome it. It didn't help much that the fox had started to pinch and twist against his hard nipples like they were a simple toy; pieces of toy that sent pleasure down his spine. With dominant growl, the wolf snapped like a feral beast and thrust even deeper and harder, earning a whine of submission.
"I'm gonna cum in your sweet ass, my little bitch."
"Urgh... fuck yeah you're gonna do that. Look me in the eyes, babe, look at me. I want to see you when you cum inside. I want to hold on to that handsome face of yours for life eternal."
Gasping and groaning in unison, the fox amorist threw his head back against the wall and clenched his eyes, enjoying the pleasure that surged within. The wolf grinned devilishly. "Cum my lovely fox. Let it all out."
That deep passionate voice threw him off guard and with a loud cry, he came as needed. His seed splattered across the wolf's pecs and abs as he moaned like the big bitch that he was, and by the next second, it dribbled down his lover's lower torso. The augmented scent of male pierced through the wolf's nostril, pushing him to the edge like never before. This, followed by a tight vice like grip on his shaft sent him howling for more. His balls were quickly emptied out as the flood of cum erupted from his manhood, finely coating the fox's inner walls.
"Fuck me... Mate me... Breed me... Use me as you like..."
The wolf smiled between breaths and landed a soft kiss on to the fox's red lips. As much as they wanted to enjoy the overwhelming afterglow, their love for each other blossomed into a whole new level. "Hey, hoped you had fun as much as I did sweety."
Their foreheads touched as both gazed into each other's beautiful eyes, lost into oblivion. The vulpine's paw absent-mindedly caressed the wolf's fur and matted it down with delicious cum, licking the wolf's nose. One thing was for sure, they were messy as hell. Cum soaked both furs and droplets of sweat covered their bodies...but they didn't care. All they had now was themselves to look out for. A deafening silence broke through the alley as the only sound that they could hear was the hustle and bustle of the market. In the end, the alluring fox spoke. "I came..."
The wolf smiled weakly. "Yes, my sweet fox, you came, and so did I."
He giggled and hugged the wolf tightly. His bigger frame and muscles were just perfect for hugging and snuggling, and that's what he loved most about his mate...besides sex, of course.
Te quiero...
"Hrm? What was that you said?" The red vulpine murred.
"Didn't say anything."
Yo quiero... su muerte..."Babe, seriously, did you say something...?" This time, a little more concern.
"Shh... Probably just the wind."
"If it is, the wind has definitely learnt Spanish, because it sounds awfully familiar."
Do you love each other? Would you die for him?
The fox tensed up and scrutinized his surroundings, trying to identify the source of the sound. It started to get louder and clearer and through the darkness, he could make out a body standing right behind his mate. He clutched the wolf in fear. "There's somebody behind you... Take the knot out, now."
The wolf perked his ears up and whined. "But it's not going down at all..."
"I could endure the pain, just take it off."
He wants to be with you... Why deny his desires? He wants you...
At that precise moment, the alpha male could sense the intruder's heat behind him. "Heh... Buddy, enjoyed the view?"
"My... Such cruel act of profanity...and at such a festival too."
It was clearly another male, but through his gravelly and raspy voice, it sent shiver down his spine. There was no telling how large or small the stranger was, but one thing was certain: it was a feline. His strange mysterious voice sent dark images through both fox and wolf, but there's something else that terrified them. He wrapped both arms around the wolf's muscular body, reaching over to reveal a weapon of death. A knife was perched right at the tip of the fox's cock but not touching it. By now, they were scared and horrified at the situation at hand, and they begged to be released. Whatever he wanted, they were more than willing to give.
"Money...? I don't think so...?" The murderous feline licked and nipped at the wolf's soft and succulent neck. "Tell me... Do you believe in rebirth or incarnation?"
Both quickly nodded in agreement.
"Yo quiero..."
Leaving behind his final words of judgment...
They were such simple words... simple words are the ones that hurt the most... three simple words. Was it that hard to say it out loud? Three words that could tie the bonds of relationship between one another and yet, things had to turn out into a disaster...
If I can't have you... nobody can... I want you...
A blood curling scream broke off through the area, and the adjacent furs around were quick enough to act upon their own instincts. Some were running off at the opposite direction, while most were confused and rooted to the ground. Meanwhile, there were others brave enough to run towards the scream, trying to identify the source of that sound. The hustle and bustle of the area had started to turn into soft murmurs, and most were staring at the source. All of a sudden, the lively townsfolk turned into a sour depression.
Luckily enough, Danny and Zack were close by as the scream broke off. Since they were cops to begin with, it's their primary duty to protect the citizens at any cost, and that deathly cry didn't sounded like a child having fun at all. Just as they were about to reach to their destination, a few woman were running away and shouted like they had seen a ghost. Actually, it was more like they've seen a dead body.
"For the love of Christ! Medic! Call 065, Zack!" Danny cried.
"On it!"
What the tiger saw couldn't begin to describe what laid there. He had seen gruesome scenes before, some in real life, murdered in a horrendous manner, but this was definitely not what he had expected, especially coming from such a festival. A large and bulky wolf was slowly crawling out from an alleyway, and the men who were about to help him moved away with fear in their faces. It was horrid, period. The wolf had blood splattered all over his body, and open fur and skin were ghastly ripped apart, blood oozing from his arms and upper torso like an endless river of red paint. Despite his situation, he managed to crawl slowly to the open and croaked for help, trying to get attention of somebody...anybody...
Danny hissed under his breath and got into action. Lifting the badly wounded wolf up, he realized that getting cuts and bruises weren't the worst things that he had encountered. The man was actually naked right from top to bottom, and his cock was blood red but not from getting an erection, rather, but from evidence of another fur. The tiger was about to choke and vomit right then and there, but at least he knew that the wolf still had his penis intact.
Laid on his back with Danny leaning over him, the wolf coughed blood again and gasped in pain. Danny got a closer look and what he found left him wincing in pain. A knife was embedded on the side of his body, and from the looks of it; it had struck something vital.
He didn't have much time at all. This was murder, and through his experience, what little time that the victim had, it was best to get as many answers as possible to put this man to justice. Danny knew that this was somewhat an irrational task but he just had to do it.
"Name! Is there a name?"
"Yo quiero..."
"Yo... what...? Speak up!"
"... Su muerte..."
That kept the tiger in frustration, "English, man! English!" He shook the injured wolf.
"Will you stop doing that?! He's wounded, and that's how you treat your patients?" Zack gave a hard smack right on top of the tiger's head, earning a wince of pain. "And it's Spanish."
Zack got hold of the wolf's paw and held him tight, "Un nombre. Cualquier nombre, por favor."
"Yo quiero... Su muerte..."
The wolf blinked for a moment as he deciphered the dying man's last words. It was confusing to begin with and that gave him nothing to start with. "Otra vez."
"...Yo quiero... Su muerte..."
With a final breath, the wolf was gone... His paws were lifeless and dropped to the side, landing on the ground with a soft thud. A few women gasped and covered their mouths in horror. No one could really blame them. It wasn't normal for a death to occur right in the middle of a busy city while flooded with furs of all ages. Few children were crying and hung on tightly to their mothers as they witnessed the horrifying death.
Danny looked away and sighed deeply. He wasn't very fond of death and actually seeing a helpless victim dying right in front of many - worse, while naked - brought shame to his soul. Feeling dejected and helpless, the tiger got up and ruffled for his phone.
"Sir, we have a crime scene at Mixquic. Most probably murder."
Do you believe in the afterlife? One does not have to be religious in order to believe in afterlife but then again, do you believe in god?
"This... is... sick."
Zack tried to suppress his urge to vomit the contents of his stomach. "How could you be so calm about this?"
Danny chuckled a little while patting at his stomach, "Guts of steel, my friend, guts of steel."
"Guts of steel my ass."
The wolf rolled his eyes and started to get to work, snapping pictures from various angles, collecting evidence from the crime scene. Nothing much to say about the area, but blood and more blood had splattered everywhere. It was amazing how much blood two guys could cover on those ground and walls. It never occurred to him but the thought of their guts spilling out to every corner of that place sent shivers down his spine.
As they already know, the wolf was injured terribly from where he was laid, and based on the trail of red; he tried to run away from the killer. At the other end, laid a feminine looking fox, covered in his own blood but that wasn't the only liquid that he had on. A few strands of transparent fluid clung on to his mildly reddish fur.
A few officers were busy preparing and collecting evidence based on the scene and doing their level best to keep it as original as they can. Meanwhile, Danny questioned the few who were still lingering around the area, mainly to those who were quick enough to act and help the wolf. Their statements were nearly the same and nothing out of the ordinary. Though, a lady gave a slightly different perspective.
Zack finally rounded up his data and manages to catch up with the tiger. "Danny, got your report here."
"Update," the tiger scribbled on to his notebook without even looking back at him.
"From what we got here, these two males were at this alleyway a few minutes ago, and what they were doing was..." Zack cleared his throat and whispered, "Fucking." He grunted loudly and returned to his normal voice. "And after that, they were killed."
Danny blinked for a moment as he tried to input this information. "So, what you're saying is, they got killed after having sex?"
The wolf coughed loudly. "Apparently so."
"Guess that explains the moaning and groaning that the woman heard. Not to mention the slight howling that my ears picked up moments before."
"However, all is not lost. We've managed to gather some evidence. We've found a right shoe print on the pool of blood." Zack showed the picture through the camera screen. "And a candy wrapper," he added, holding up a bag that had a small wrapper right in it.
"That should give us some evidence to catch the killer, right? Finger print on the wrapper?"
"Unfortunately, no. The killer was quite thorough and didn't even leave any print that he or she was there. Not even on the knife."
The tiger fumed at his statement. He would have thought that this case would be easy since they had solid evidence: a candy wrapper and the murder weapon which was left at the scene of the crime, but this proved to be wrong. It was going to take all day and night to analyze each and every spot for the possibility that the killer might have been careless.
Apparently, this wasn't the first killing. On the month he arrived, Danny was handed over documents on incidents of murders that had been happening around the area. He had yet to make any progress. Now, with this new case, there was a good chance that they were related. He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was going to take a long while, and nothing seemed to be going right for him.
The following day wasn't any easier. Danny was on edge, and his partner wasn't helping much by making up stories and possible motives why these incidents were happening. Throughout the remaining murder cases that he was involved in, each and every one of these victims had one thing in common: they were lovers and had sex before they died.
It was ridiculous.
Everybody has sex, but why these certain victims? It's unimaginable why the murderer wants to take the lives of innocents that portray their love for each other. What surprised him the most was the genders of these victims. All of them were males and had cocks buried into their anal passage. Well, most of them. Some had dildos embedded into their tail hole.
Danny wasn't one to discriminate against the same sex gender, but he was a little confused with his sexuality. Sure, he loved the ladies but at times, he had this strange attraction towards guys. Some call it... occasional men love? He didn't really buy that, but it was just there.
The tiger tried to put two and two together, but there was just something odd about these murder cases. Each and every prior case that he had, there wasn't a trace of evidence or solid proof about the culprit and the motive. The candy wrapper that he held on to was just an ordinary candy that could be found anywhere around Mexico: Cocada, a little ball shaped candy made from shredded and toasted coconut placed at the top. It was uncanny; why was there a candy wrapper? Perhaps it's just some irresponsible fur throwing rubbish at a back alley but the back of his head kept nagging to him about the possibility that this belonged to the killer was high.
Furthermore, the victim's dying message lingered through his mind.
"Yo quiero... Su muerte." It's Spanish that meant, 'I want... your death.'
It just didn't make any sense at all. Was it a proverb? A name? A species? Or did it literally means what it meant? So many questions were running through his mind but none were answered. It was driving him up the wall, and the urge to scream his lungs out crossed through his mind several times.
In the end, he knew that it was time to just pack up for the day, relax and probably enjoy the rest of the evening. He ended up at the nearest coffee shop and got his favourite: cappuccino. Having purchased what he wanted and scrutinized his surroundings, there isn't nothing much to say about this small little town. Anything that happened here will be leaked out into several ears and before you know it, it was the talk of town and by now, each of them was in earnest about the latest murder.
A death actually happening on a festival that ironically meant 'the Day of the Dead'; it truly was a day for one's death.
Sighing, Danny turned and bumped into someone, knocking over his coffee and spilling it all over his shirt. Meanwhile, the one that he had knocked over was down on his bottom, groaning with a paw over his head.
"Oww... that hurt..."
A few patrons giggled at the little accident, but Danny wasn't in for a fit of giggles. He helped the poor guy up and at least got to see who it was. It was a male, probably in his thirties or so and he was a snow leopard. It was rare to see a feline like him roaming around the city since most snow leopards were opt to cold places.
"Sorry... my fault," the tiger apologized, giving a soft pat on to his shoulder. The guy was kind of short for his species, but then again, Danny was a wee bit too large for his own good. Standing over six feet, others could have easily mistaken him as a walking mountain.
"No no. It was my fault. I was looking at something else when I walked in to you. Oh no! Your shirt!" The spotted feline quickly got some tissues and started wiping at the coffee stain that had seeped right in to the fabric.
"Please, please! It's alright. I can get it washed. It's just coffee." Danny gave a hearty smile.
"But... it was my fault and," he continued to stammered back and reached over to his pocket to retrieve a wipe out but something else dropped. "My card!"
The tiger stared at the object that had fallen and what he saw made his eyes bulge. "Is that... a rare holo card of Zoroark? The latest one that was just revealed few days ago?"
"Um... yes... i-it is..."
"C-Can I look at it..?"
Let's just say, things took a different turn for these two guys. The snow leopard's name was Cristiano, and it was a lovely name. Half an hour had passed and both felines were engrossed with their own chatters to actually be bothered the other patrons around their surroundings, who were offended by their loud laughter. It wasn't all that bad. At least now, the tiger had somebody to talk to. Furthermore, both of them had the same particular interest; geek talk.
"No friggin' way!" Danny took another sip from his coffee.
"Yes, friggin way! I was down to my last active Pokémon, with one HP left to go. He had two more on benched. I was just lucky to have enough energy cards to give a one hit KO to that bastard."
"Wow... that must have been epic."
"You bet your ass it was," Cristiano replied enthusiastically. "Hey, I gotta go now. Kinda late for a TV show."
Danny chuckled and got up from his chair, "Alright. Hey, I'll walk you back home."
The spotted feline smiled warmly. "Sure, it's just down the road at the opposite end."
"Why is that a coincidence?" Danny smiled and grabbed his paw, "C'mon. You're going to be late for your...whatever show it is."
He was tugged hard and laughed at the tiger, "Hey! If you want, maybe tomorrow, you can hang out at my placeWe could play some games? I've got most of the consoles.
Danny raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Do you have Mass Effect 2?"
"Does Miranda possess telekinesis power?"
"And Shepard has got to be one of the coolest guys around?"
They laughed and started off their journey back home. The walk was enjoyable to say the least, and they didn't stop talking for even a second. In the end, Danny had to reveal that he was a transferred cop from California, and Mexico wasn't what he had in mind when his commanding officer told him about the transfer. At least Cristiano wasn't deterred by the fact that he was with a cop because most were afraid of the enforcers. They could be really harsh on you or just kind; he was lucky enough to have met one that was quite friendly. Nothing much could be said about the snow leopard, since he was just an ordinary citizen, trying to live his own life to the fullest, working as a cashier at a local supermarket.
The journey was kind of short to them, and Danny was about to part with his new found friend. "We're here, I guess."
Cristiano looked up at his house and back to the tiger, giving off a smile worth remembering. He wasn't bad looking at all to be honest. Nice looking hair, beautiful blue eyes, slender body to match with his quirky attitude. His spots were nicely spotted, emanating a lot of beauty for a male snow leopard. That fluffy tail kept swishing back and forth, as if enticing the tiger to come get it. Despite the good points, there were some bad scars running along his body. A few were quite visible from his left cheek while some travelled from his shoulder to bicep. There were a few fresh marks on his right paw, but besides that, he was kind of cool looking.
"See you tomorrow?" Cristiano chirped.
"Sure. Can I call you Cris?"
"As long as it's not Christ the lord, it's good for me." He gave a small chuckle.
"Atheist, never cared about religion." Danny smirked.
"Same here. Gotta go now! Take care, now, okay?" Cris waved and disappeared.
_Do you believe in god? Surely some do, but for those who don't, they live their lives as they are. When you are put in to a situation where you have to choose between life or death, religion doesn't really matter. All that you need to know is...what the right choice is. Is it life...? Or death itself...?
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The following day wasn't any better for Danny. His was constantly at a dead end, and if he continued on any longer, he would probably lose his fur and go bald immediately. There was no connection between each of these murders, but there was a new lead. The analysis department had found that the dildos that some victims had in them had a small little message encrypted along the length of the item. It only added to the confusion. The message was simple enough:
"No one is pure like a virgin."
Sighing to himself, the tiger waited patiently for the end of his shift. The only thing keeping him sane for the day was meeting up with Cris in a few hours later. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable talking to the snow leopard; most probably because they both shared the same interest where nobody else in the department had. Couldn't really blame them, since for a guy his age, he should be thinking about adult stuff rather than childish Pokémon card games.
Finally, the clock struck five and it was a wrap. He couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe tomorrow, Zack might have a better idea. That lazy canine took the day off immediately after the festival and it irked the tiger, but there wasn't anything that he could have done to stop it. Getting up from his desk, Danny grabbed hold of his jacket and started packing his files into the brief case.
Maybe I might get some ideas after having some fun with Cris, the tiger mused.
It wasn't a long walk at all since it only took about a few minutes down from the station to the coffee shop. Danny couldn't wait to get his grubby paws on to that cup of cappuccino, and he got what he wished for. A fresh cup of freshly brewed coffee, the smell assaulting his nostrils with its fragrance, but he wasn't about to enjoy much of it. Just as he was about to turn to leave the counter, he crashed into somebody. "Fuck!"
The coffee had splashed half of it on to his suit and pants. Again.
"Ouch... not again..."
It was that same voice again! The very same that he heard yesterday!
"Cris?" Danny squatted and looked into his eyes. He looked back. Yep, the very same blue eyes that made him smile. "Is this your way of meeting up with me? Cause it's not exactly working."
Cris groaned and got back up on his feet, staggering a little but managed to hang on to a smile. His smile... It was just fascinating. He didn't know what made him so attractive, but it seemed that the tiger was about to fall in love with him. It sounded cliché but it was actually happening to him. This only happened in fiction but how could he explain the situation? In the end, they got a table and sat down with Cris apologizing profusely for his utter lack of concentration.
The tiger just sipped his remaining coffee, smiled and nodded when he needed to. The snow leopard was engrossed with his tale about how he managed to win over a battle against a fierce competitor in the Pokémon competition, and all he did was acknowledge it. He talked...and talked...and his face, it was beautiful and handsome. Spots covered at areas that made him even more attractive than he had ever seen him before. His smile was down to earth, and it looked like nothing could faze him, not even the fact that there was a murderer out there, walking in the streets.
Soon, Danny wasn't that eager any more with the snow leopard's tale. His expression turned solemn and Cris was smart enough to know that something was wrong. "You spaced out for a second there."
"Oh, sorry. Just... thinking about the case."
"Oh, you mean the murder case that you told me about yesterday?" Cris whispered.
"Yeah, that one."
The snow leopard shook his head and sighed slightly. "It's weird if you ask me. I mean, murdering someone during a festival? Either the murderer is taking the whole festival a little bit too seriously or something is wrong with him."
"Heh, tell me about it. Some were even killed during the festival. I don't know what's so great about it anyways. Sure, the culture looks interesting and one of a kind, but it's a little farfetched if you ask me." The tiger finished his sentence with another sip from his coffee.
Cris came forward with his eyes staring at the tiger. This time, those quirky looking eyes were gone and replaced with something completely different. "It is not farfetched. It is real. We pray for the dead because it reminds us of death and rebirth itself."
Danny gulped but tried to relax himself, "S-Sorry, didn't mean to offend."
"Apology accepted," Cris smiled half heartedly, "I used to love this festival. It was fun when you're celebrating it with somebody that's important to you. I used to have one. He was fun, easy to talk to, shared the same interest..."
"He?"
"Yes, he and before you jump to any conclusions, you'll have to know that I'm gay." The spotted feline looked to the side.
Well, this was different. Danny has had so many others come and go within his life that he couldn't even remember any of them. One thing was for certain, he had never known any gay guys before. This would be the first and quite a few questions lingered within his mind. The feline didn't seem the type that would go around and parade himself as a gay fur but rather try to keep on a low profile; he couldn't really blame him. With all the homophobes around the area, it's best to act on 'don't ask, don't tell' basis.
Danny tried to make the snow leopard as comfortable as he could. "Hey, c'mon. There's nothing to it. Our plan on gaming still on later?"
Cris beamed at his words. "You bet your furry ass it is. Hey, ever fancied some fighting games?"
It came to a surprise for the striped feline. One second, that cat was down and unable to look at him in his face but now, in a snap, he was back to his old self. Guess the tiger was right. Nothing seemed to faze him at all. If life gave you lemons, make lemonade. A guy could learn a thing or two from him.
You and I... are we any different? Or just the same? We are different because you live your own life, and I live mine. It's how we enjoy life as it is, but how are we the same? In fact... everybody has one thing in common: we live, and we die. It's just a matter on how you took life into perspective.
If all things turn into death, why not die now? Release yourself from the torture and binds that chains you down. Death... is also a part of life itself.
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"Whoa... you have got to be kidding me!" Danny dropped his briefcase and started to take the jacket off, hanging by the side. "This is your living room?"
"Yep, it's not much." Cris took his shirt off and fluffed himself out. "You okay with some plain water? Haven't stocked up on drinks for a week. Never had visitors so, don't feel the need to."
"Water is good for me." The tiger gave a goofy grin when he saw the shirtless feline. From the outside, he wasn't much of a looker, but underneath those garment, he's got quite a toned sculpture for his stature. It wasn't like he was muscular or anything, but no visible fat could be seen underneath that meat. His spots decorated his body in a seductive manner that Danny had to gulp his own saliva to stop from drooling. With his flat chest and slightly toned abs, Cris could have been a sexy underwear model for a niche market. However, he didn't stop on just standing there looking like a living aphrodisiac but turned and started swishing his tail.
"Make yourself at home. Take off that jacket for Christ sake. It's hot in here." Cris disappeared into the kitchen.
Danny chuckled and did as he was told, shimmering himself off from his tight t-shirt. He scrutinized around the living room and wondered how much did it take for him to set this place up. In one corner, a lone PlayStation was set connected to the wide screen TV. At the other, an X-Box opened and ready to be used any time. Next to the console, a desktop sat on the table with the feline's own personalize wallpaper. It was like a dream come true for the tiger. Never in his life had he seen so many consoles in one place and this was only the beginning.
Rummaging through the stack of shelves, he recognized a few famous game titles that were already out in the market. You name it; he had it, ranging from racing cars to first person shooter and onwards to RPG. His paw traced along the stack of games and wondered how guys like him, working as a full time cashier, could get that much money?
Looking to the side, he saw the stacks of books that were sprawled all over. Magazines ranging from fashion to games to housing equipment were scattered. Quite a messy guy but that's what you get from a bachelor, nothing to it. However, something else caught over his eyes and he grabbed it quickly. Danny's eyes widen but blushed slightly at the item. It was toy! Not any toy but a sex toy! A silicon dildo to be exact. It was shaped like a canine dick with a knot built firmly at the other end and the tapered tip for good measure. His calloused paws ran over to the length of it and sniffed, inhaling the scent of... a male. Not any male but the spotted feline's musk.
"Having fun touching my stuff?" Cris murmured and placed two cups on to the table.
"Um..." Danny blushed and quickly dropped the toy. "S-Sorry! S-Shouldn't have touched without permission."
"Nah, it's alright. Shouldn't even have left it there, knowing that I was gonna have a guest around."
The tiger flushed red, cheeks burning. Cris smiled and offered something else, "I could wash your pants and jacket you know. I'm so sorry that I had to bump into you and splashed coffee all over."
"Nah, it's alright."
"But I insist!" The feline pawed at the tiger's thigh. "Please? It's to make up for my clumsiness."
Danny looked at him and once again, saw those innocent little blue eyes. He didn't know what it was but his eyes were just tantalizing, nearly hypnotizing and he just had to obey. How could he say no to such a sexy snow leopard? To be honest, he had plenty of reasons to reject the offer; mainly since he was a stranger and had known him for only a day. Now, he was offering to clean his trousers.
He looked sincere enough.
"Alright. Fine, since you're that persistent." Danny felt defeated and got up. "You have some spare clothing or something? I don't want to parade around in my underwear."
"To heck with it," Cris cussed. "I'm a guy, you're a guy. What's wrong with that? If it makes you comfortable, I'll go bare, if you want."
"N-No! It's - "
Nothing could have stopped him and the spotted feline did as he said he would do. Jumping off from the couch, his pants just dropped on to the floor with a flop and there he stood, clad only in his tight skin undies. His package was nicely packed with comfort, and if he didn't know any better, Cris was getting quite excited. Meanwhile, Danny had no choice but to stare at him with mouth agape. Surely he wasn't aroused or turned on by such a sight of an alluring male, right? It rightfully goes against his own nature of being a guy but he had no idea why he couldn't turn away.
Cris smiled like a predator and closed the gap between both of them, leering at how bashful the tiger was. "I see that... you're attracted to something, am I right?"
"I...I..." He stammered.
"Shh..." The white feline placed a finger to his lips. "Enough, I understand your predicament. This is not the first that I've seen a guy like you, flaunting the streets like a macho male, setting eyes on the ladies but deep in your heart, you have the tendency to get the males too, am I right?" He groped at his bulge for emphasis.
Danny clenched both paws on to his shoulders and hissed slightly. This male was definitely pushing his buttons through so many spots that he didn't even know where to begin. His soft paws dug in to his underwear and slipped right in, finally being able to feel the other male's hardening organ. Cris smiled tenderly and gave a soft but loving kiss on to the tiger's lips. They were dry but sweet nonetheless. Instead of pushing the spotted feline away, Danny was confused at what was happening. He had never kissed a male before in his life and he liked it! It feels like kissing a female but just... a little harder, with more emphasis and strength, the feeling of the male sex.
The tiger moaned and murred softly, finally dropping his guard as his body started to register to the impact of the kiss. Cris did more than that and he knew how to make a male like him groan and purred like a little kitten. His paws pulled the male's lower garment down and slipped it off, revealing a semi-hard cock, ready to bounce and throb at any second. Sweet loving fingers dwindled against the cock head, earning a low moan and gasp from his counterpart, exploiting the situation as much as he like.
The alluring snow leopard pried those luscious lips open and managed to break the tiger's defenses. His body had stopped functioning for a moment, and he had to fall back on to the couch. Danny was underneath him, and the tiger threw his head back and moaned as loud as he could. Cris smiled lovingly, the back of his paw rubbing by the side of his stripped cheek. Danny flushed in embarrassment.
"Danny... you're a good looking tiger, you know that?"
The tiger whined slightly. "Y-You're not... so bad yourself, Cris." Another whine and a gasp broke off when he felt his cock being stroked up and down.
Feline paws were restless at this point onwards and the snow leopard had better things in mind than just staying on like this. He could not comprehend what was happening either. It's just happening too fast. They've only met for a day and now, sex was on the list. Furthermore, his heart leaped with joy when he saw this handsome male. He promised himself that he wouldn't get into a relationship this fast after his first break-up, but what was he doing? He was actually falling in love with a cop?
"Danny..."
Danny elicits a soft purr, "Yes... Cris..."
"I would love you to top me up. It's been long that I've ever been taken roughly by such a handsome man like you and I think... you fill the hole that exists in my heart."
The tiger blushed heavily and gave a soft kiss. "I've never done anything like this before."
"In that case..." Cris leaned to the side and grabbed a bottle of lube situated strategically around the corner. "We might wanna use this. But first...I would like to get to know the cock that's about to penetrate my hole."
He giggled and crawled all the way down. His eyes edged over and came into view the meat that he had always wanted to see from the day he met him. It was just probably a day old but he hungered so much for it. Right in front of him stood a throbbing cock that belonged to a male tiger, someone that he might have fallen over for. Opening his mouth carefully, the head disappeared into his warm cavern. The simple touch of muzzle made Danny trash a little, claws digging into the sofa underneath.
Oh yeah... that's how a cock should be sucked down. The tiger has had a few blowjobs with a few females but compared to this guy, he was superb. Maybe it was because Cris knew the male's utmost pleasure spots on a cock, or maybe he was experienced enough for the job. Didn't really matter. All he knew now was how good it felt under his sand papery tongue. The texture and warmth of his mouth was overwhelming and his body began to enjoy the pleasure that shot right through his senses. Moaning deeply in lust, Danny grabbed hold of Cris's head, scratching underneath his chin and ears, watching them flick like a cute kitten.
Soon enough, their eyes met, Cris letting that hard cock flop on to the tiger's belly. It was slick enough by now but both felines were captivated into each other's gazes. The snow leopard crawled upwards, not breaking eye contact, licking lips out of necessity. Tilting their heads to the side, they embraced into each other's warmth. Danny let it flow as much as he could and enjoyed the much needed feeling of being together with somebody else. Didn't matter who it was, but what he knew now the joy of kissing somebody that he might actually care about.
It was cliché in a way since both knew each other only for a moment, and they were up in their asses about fucking. Cris climbed on top of the tiger slowly, pressing his forehead against the tiger's. His body was in place and this was the moment both felines have waited for. The spotted feline eased his rump lower and hit something hard, presumably the cockhead of his counterpart. Gasping a little, he managed to relax and popped the head in, groaning at how thick he is.
"Fuck... you're so big... Bigger than my last boyfriend." Cris hissed in pain.
"C-Cris... you don't have to do this. Please, you're hurting yourself."
"Shut up and fuck me, hard."
Danny hesitated for a moment but there was nothing that he could do. Without another word, the passionate spotted feline started pumping up and down on that beautiful meat rod. The girth of it was tearing him apart but with each pump, his love tunnel got used to it. His joyful prostrate stimulated and heightened to another level of lust, urging his cock to spurt a drizzle of pre from its slit. Whining in pain and pleasure, Cris grasped both tiger shoulder and clenches as hard as he possibly could. The act itself was painful.
"Ungh... Cris! Dammit! You're so tight!"
"Don't... ungh... blame me..." A small gasp broke off, "My hole has yet to seen any action for a good couple of months now. Just fucking fuck me. Your cock feels so good inside. Oh god you're hot."
Hearing those words encouraged the tiger to hold on to the feline's hips, forcefully burying his meat to the brim. Eventually, his shaft disappeared entirely from his hips as it conjoined with another body. It pulsed and throbbed madly, and copious amount of pre had made it easier for penetration; not to mention that it was natural lube for fucking as well. Both groaned and moaned in unison but Danny's natural instinct had started to kick into gear.
His hips bucked up and down and tried his level best to keep the snow leopard in a good position. Those legs were spread wide enough and in dealing with such a big hard cock, Cris needed to get himself into a more comfortable position. Placing both paws on to the tiger's chest, he gripped and felt those powerful muscles, pushing his body downwards as he started pumping like a mad man.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
It took all of Cris's will to not scream his lungs out because he wasn't just in pain and pleasure, but also with the joy of getting some hard pounding. He didn't know when was the last time that he had gotten one as hard as that, and the more the tiger pumped up, the harder his cock bounced. Danny took both ass cheeks into his own paws, squeezing them like a pillow and jammed right in, hissing at how close he was getting in to. Each pulse of his cock buried deep into that closed cavern sent shivers down his spine and the overwhelming pleasure was indescribable. Never had he fucked someone so hard and good before, not even a slut that begged for more.
Growling slightly, Danny had his right arm away from that rump and clamped on to the snow leopard's cock instead. He just didn't want to cum in his sexy tail hole but rather, he wanted him to smear cum all over him as well. There was an unexplainable reason why he wanted to do that, but he just felt like it, just wanted to feel another man's cum across his pecs and abs.
Soon enough, both felines were breathing heavily, gasping for air, clearly about to reach their peaks. Tiger paws pumped up and down on snow leopard cock, while the tiger himself humped harder and harder on that ass. With a low growl and burning passion, Danny let loose a thunderous roar, closing both eyes as fiery ropes of tiger cum splattered within his lover, coating every corner with love. Each shot was more than fulfilling, and as his balls contracted upwards, his body screamed for more. Never in his life had he came so hard before and despite his hazy thoughts, the feeling of being covered in seed was soon reveled.
Cris came without warning but his expression clearly went with it. Rope after rope of seed coated the tiger's body with white, hiding well enough under his white underbelly. One had managed to reach over to his face but Danny didn't mind at all. His orgasm had stopped, turning into small trickles and so had the snow leopard's. It wasn't as much as he had produced but it was great nonetheless. Looking below, he got a good view of his own body, coated with fresh batter of semen. He murred at the prospect.
"That was so good..."
Cris giggled, lowering himself to lie on top of the strong tiger. "Better than any bitch that you've fucked, no doubt."
"You got that right." Danny sighed, enjoying the afterglow. Turning his head to the side, his eyes set sight upon a single object. Arms reached over and grabbed it. "Too bad we didn't get to use this little thing."
The snow leopard looked up and smiled. "We could always do that some other time, silly. Tomorrow, perhaps?"
Danny purred at that thought. "Sure, would love to."
Cris smiled once more and rested on top of the tiger's chest, cock still buried deep within him but not as hard as it was before. The tiger kissed the top of his head before looking over at the dildo.
This is a nice looking thing... wonder if I should get one and... what's this...?
Danny cocked his head to the side and saw something embedded at the surface of the rubber. Something was written in there but it wasn't quite visible. He focused as hard as he could and managed to get a few letters into his head.
No one is pure... like a virgin... He mused at those words but something hit him hard, very hard. Wait... these words sound familiar...
His memory jogged for a while and finally... his suspicion came about. Those were the exact same words that he was given by the analysis department, but what was it doing in Cris's place? This was rather odd... nobody could have had that object unless he himself was the killer... or his friend, presumably?
Danny shook his head and didn't want to accept that conclusion but the more he talked himself out of it, the more he wanted to know. Soon enough, his curiosity got the better of him. "Cris, what's your favourite sweet?"
The snow leopard murred softly. "Cocada..."
His answer was like an arrow shooting right through his heart, beating faster with each pulse. Apparently, it matched perfectly well with some candy evidence. He gulped and calmed himself down. It was just a coincidence, nothing to it; everybody loves Cocada. Kids love em' and it's not wrong for Cris to like one. Furthermore, just pure coincidence.
"If you don't mind me asking but did you attend the festival two days ago?" Danny blurted out without thinking.
"You mean the Day of The Dead festival?" The feline purred and shook his ass lightly, tail coiling around the tiger's limp cock.
Danny stifled a yelp. "Y-Yes! That f-festival."
"Course I did," he replied confidently. "That's the best time of the year to get good deals on Cocada. Mm..."
Calm down, Danny, this is just pure coincidence. Nothing wrong. Sure... he had a dildo that matched with my evidence and Cocada is his favourite sweet... and he was there in the festival but that didn't point that he was part of the murder.
The tiger slowly got up and placed Cris on to the couch but he wasn't about to let him go. Defeated, Danny had to sit upright with a snow leopard hanging around on his lap. Smiling a little, he gently stroked at his forehead. He looks so innocent... so naïve... and yet, he would want to accuse him of being such a fiend? But then again, work experience had thought him well enough that a person would be innocent unless proven guilty.
He just had to ask more. "Didn't you see something during the festival?"
"You mean the murder that occurred at the alley?"
"Yes, that one."
Cris shook his head. "Everybody knows about that murder. It was the headlines on newspapers and thousands of fur saw what happened."
"Guess so..." Danny mused.
"What's with all the questions anyways? I know that you're a cop but working time is over." The spotted feline stuck his tongue out.
Danny chuckled, "Fine, fine. No work," he stopped and stared blankly at the empty television screen, his reflecting staring right back at him. "Yo quiero... Su muerte..."
"I want... your death...." Cris was quick enough to respond.
"Yeah... that was what it meant..." The tiger scratched underneath the snow leopard's ears, ignoring the purrs that came from it.
"Both of them said the same thing..." Cris stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, enjoying the company that he now had. "It was sad that those were the last words that were spoken..."
"Yeah... wait... say what?" Danny shot an eyeful to him. "What did you say?"
"Um... those were the last words that were spoken?"
I.... may be right...
There was nothing that he could do but interrogate further. It kills him inside that he had to turn the snow leopard in cause he'd just warmed up to him, but a murderer is a murderer; didn't really matter who the person was...even if it was someone that you cared about; that was the academy's policies.
"Cris... can I say something?" Danny curled his tail and looked away, covering his crotch with the nearest cloth. "When you said those words, nobody knows about them besides me and a few selected cops. No citizen knows about it either but how do you know, tell me, Cris."
The snow leopard was taken aback by those words. He bit his lower lips and looked the other side as well. "I... You... How can you accuse me like that...?"
The tiger sighed briefly, "Look, Cris, if you did those murders, come in clean to me, I have connections and I could get them to lower the charges."
"You don't even have proof that it's me!" He shot back.
"I can get a thorough analysis done on those dildos if you want and it won't be pretty. It's not easy getting them embedded and I'm sure you have a specialist for that."
"But I've fallen for you...." Cris gripped the tiger's paw hard. "You... the same too. Would you turn someone that you love in?"
Danny knew the answer instantly. "Yes."
They fell silent. Nothing could be said to each other. The tension between both felines strained with each second but Cris was the first to make a move. He got up, tail swished back and forth, sighing in return. The tiger was alert by this moment on and despite his predicament he had the urge to keep himself clothed. If he was going to do something drastic, he'd rather have something on than die without dignity.
"You leave me no choice, Danny..." Cris turned and smiled. "Here I thought that we could have fun together."
The tiger gritted his teeth. It was probably the best time to make a split for it but a pang of pain shot right up to his body, dropping to the floor with a thud. Closing his eyes for a moment, Danny couldn't move much but tremble on the spot, unable to make a run for it. Apparently, a tiny needle had embedded itself into his body and that was most probably the cause of his sudden rupture that coursed through his veins.
The next thing he knew, Cris crouched towards eye level and lifted his chin up, gazing into those beautiful eyes once again. It was soft and gently but yet, demonic. A soft kiss came to his lips and he groaned into them, unable to comprehend what was going to happen to him.
"Don't worry, I'll visit you every beginning of November... for the Day of the Dead... Do you believe in incarnation?"
Would you kill the one you love... -Cristiano
Done! Okay, some A/N. This is a story contest submission and apparently, I didn't make the cut. Not a big surprise to me but hey, I thought that i could try it out. Truth be told, I learnt a whole lot in the process of writing this out but alas, the hope has been shattered when it didn't even make the part.
So now? I'll just submit it here so you guys can probably fap to it or some sort. Any suggestions or criticisms are widely appreciated and accepted. Cookies!! NOM!!!
Oh yeah, many thanks to those that helped me with this story. Some of them are not here since most are from FA but I'll just probably say it out here. Speedy (mainly for the plot) Mark (For major proof reading!) DragonPanda (for informing about the festival and such) Gruffy (for helping with understand the concept of it) Kyuuhari (for being the first to read it and point mistakes)
Wonderful thanks!!