Traditions
Traditionwritten by: RottenThis story is dedicated to those that enjoy to tell stories in the dark. Do you know where those stories come from? Well, traditions of course."Come on Jacob we need to get unpacked! All you've been doing is sitting on yer ass for the last few hours, the least you could do is lend a hand." The shrill voice of a coyote echoed off the orange and brown leaves of the trees."Tsk," a voice manifested on the other side of the clearing. "I might not have been driving, doesn't mean I wasn't working. Sitting without rest is in fact work, plus my ass hurts." Jacob, a wolf, spat back as he took one long drag of a cigarette before the dirty fingers tossed it down onto the ground.Thick, rubber, soles crunched into the leaves and extinguished the red ember of the cigarette. Soft grunts came from the van as the coyote lifted some luggage, "yeah, life is rough ain't it? Keep whining like that and I'll have to give your ass some real pains punk."The coyote grunted once more as the thin arms seemed to give way and dropped the heavy luggage down, "careful! That is a delicate, plastic cooler." Jacob's words was saturated in sarcasm. "Who knows what sort of crap is on the ground to punch through it?"The wolf sighed as he moved toward his partner, "God, Leroy, why do you have to be so uptight about things?" Jacob's passive aggressiveness was hard to ignore."Someone is fixing to have their teeth knocked in." A growl in the coyote's tone."What I'm helping now aren't I? Yeesh, uptight bitch and whiny one too." The wolf continued as he reached into the back seat of the van to grab some of the long, overnight, bags.Leroy's expression of anger soon faded to an eerie look of acceptance. Calmness washed over his body. The coyote approached Jacob's hunched over form as the wolf rummaged through the luggage. A hand moved to his pocket to pull out a cigarette of his own along with a book of matches. He lit a match and watched as the chemicals caught flame and boiled on the bit of cardboard. With a practiced movement he cupped his hands and protected the flame while he lit the end of his cigarette. With a flick of a wrist he extinguished the flame in a puff of blue smoke before he tossed it onto the leaves below.He took a drag and held it for a moment, "I'm a whiny bitch huh?""Yes, we've been together for decades and now all you do is bitch bitch--" Jacob's rant was cut short as he yipped.His body crumbled against the seat before it slid out of the van like a limp, snake's body. The dull thud from the impact echoed off the fall leaves and trees. His hands cupped his groin as the coyote's own boot settled onto the ground below once more. The cigarette hung from his mouth as he reached his hand down to grip at Jacob's shirt as
he pulled the heavy body away from the vehicle and onto the ground. Jacob's body throbbed with pain. A whimper came from the form as it curled up into a fetal position."I'm the bitch huh?" That anger was quick to boil back to the surface as the coyote dropped to his knees with a dull, plastic, thud. "You asked for this." He grunted as he gave Jacob's tender sack a firm punch through his jean covered crotch.Leroy took another long drag of his cigarette before he left the orange butt in his muzzle. His hands moved to unfasten Jacob's belt. "I'll show you who the real bitch is."With a struggle, Jacob's body was soon twisted into an unnatural position, ankles near his gray ears. His bare backside on display to the coyote while the jeans were tucked taught behind his head. His feet caught in the pant legs of the jeans kept his ankles in the compromising position. The plaid shirt no longer had buttons as his muscled chest was exposed, nipples red and swollen, fuzzy sack swollen from impact. Fur was matted along the chest, spiked to points from coyote saliva and the firm bites from his teeth. Leroy had his shirt off and front of his jeans open. A hard shaft jutted from between the metal teeth of the zipper's mouth, the tip of which glistened with pre. The holes in his jeans revealed the heavy straps of velcro and the industrial knee pads.Leroy moved to position his shaft onto the dry hole of the wolf and in smooth, forward, motion, fell over Jacob while driving his shaft forward. He caught his body on the palms on either side of the wolf. Jacob's eyes were wide for a moment before the clenched shut, a harsh yowel of pain cut through the wind that grew, hummed, and shook the leaves above. The coyote snarled above the wolf in such a submissive position, teeth bared and close to the tender neck. Jacob growled along with coyote as Leroy began to drive his dry shaft into the dry hole.Their teeth met as Jacob attempted to nip at the coyote who rutted into his body. Leroy bit back before his mouth connected to the wolf's tender neck. The jaws took a mouthful of flesh and fur of Jacob's neck in his mouth. His hips moved fast and hard, it wasn't a fuck of love but one of pure dominance. Leroy twisted his mouth and pulled on the wolf's flesh even more, the flesh pulled taught away from the body. Jacob's body went rigid as he felt the teeth get to the point of penetration into his thick skin. But the pressure was relieved as the coyote released the flesh and panted over the cool dampness of the bite. A new pressure around the tight ring of muscles began to grow further as the coyote's knot began to slip in and out of the wolf's hole."You going to call me a bitch again pup?" Leroy grunted as his pre began to smooth out his thrusts some."Yeah, you're a fucking bitch," Jacob's green eyes locked into the coyote's."Wrong answer punk," Leroy muzzle snapped
at Jacob's.The clack of teeth came again several more times, the two canine struggling for dominance with their minds. Jacob snapped his muzzle and caught the coyote's tongue between his teeth. It sent a jolt of pain through the coyote's spine but spurred him to thrust harder. Again Leroy's tongue was caught, but instead of letting go Jacob began to kiss the coyote fierce and deep.Their tongues entwined as their noses pressed together. A strange mix of moans and growls came from them both as Jacob's hands moved to wrap around the lithe coyote's back. His claws extended as he began to scratch through the fur and firmly against the flesh. The coyote's sandy back had been covered in various scars, the slight, raised, and hairless patches came in all varieties of shapes and sizes. The aggressive making out and claws that dug into flesh grew more intense as the coyote's fur along the back began to show signs of dark maroon colors. His blood was drawn by the heavy scratches inflicted by the sharp wolf claws that tore into his flesh.Leroy felt Jacob's body pulse as it began to hump the air, out of step with the coyote's thrusts. The coyote knew then that the wolf's hot cum had been spilled across his chest and soaked into his fur. It was natural for the contractions of Jacob's ass to milk the coyote knot along as well as his shaft swelled and became even firmer. Balls tight, his cock began to throb as well and pump a thick and large load deep into Jacob's body. They panted together as they both departed from each others tongue tie."You fucking punk, cut my back again." Leroy growled and spat into Jacob's open muzzle."Damn fucking straight I'm a punk, least you know my title bitch." Jacob's arrogance shined through his muzzle closed and gave the coyote a long grin.Leroy eye twitched before he shouted, "fuck off!" He ripped his cock from that tight hole, knot full and threatened to rip the sensitive flesh that lined the wolf's hole. The unceremonious removal of his shaft helped Jacob unhinge his legs to a normal posture. "Get those fucking jeans up punk, we wasted a half hour already. We only have a few hours before our guests arrive."The coyote tucked his cock back into his jeans and slid up the zipper before he picked up the cooler and began to walk past the quaint, cabin, going deeper into the woods. He broke brush as the spindle like, skeletal, brittle, fingers of brush clawed at his exposed chest and shirt."Tsk so get this chore finished in an hour and fuck around for the last three right? Cause my dick wants a bitch's ass." Jacob taunted as he pulled up his pants and adjusted his step some. His ass was sore now and he loved it."Shut up and get moving," Leroy's higher pitched voice cut through the forest like a dagger through a torso. It caused Jacob to give a short chuckle.The two worked at a brisk pace as
they unloaded the van of supplies, it was almost like the two had prepared for a camp out. The sounds of birds above began to grow quiet, they knew what had arrived. Squirrels skittered up trees and vanished among the almost named trees. Their heavy bodies caused dried leaves to detach and fall, a sharp, clatter, as a twig is broken and falls to the bed below. Darkness began to crawl through the thick woods. It crawled like a black river and caused the forest floor to darken faster than the sky. The sun continued its slow descent and yielded to the darkness that hid those that threaten prey.Sounds of the night grew louder as a loud, silence, an unnatural silence, helped intensify the slightest of noises. The sounds of rabbits, the sounds of foxes as they stocked them, the sounds of leaves, and the sounds of the creepy crawlies that were concealed by the blanket of decay. The sounds of wet smacking, rhythmic, slurps as wet flesh slid against wet flesh. Deep breaths, like a hard wind, manifested somewhere in the brush."Fuck Jacob your muzzle is fine." Leroy complemented and held Jacob's head buried deep in his lap.Discarded beer cans littered the forest floor around them. Noises of nature surrounded them as the wolf worked his muzzle back and forth around Leroy's shaft. Darkness, the soft light from the cabin's porch lights reflected and caused the coyote's eyes to glow in the dark. But soon Leroy's pupils dilated as the intense light from headlights alerted him of someone driving up to the cabin."Hey, get your muzzle off. We have company." Leroy smacked the side of Jacob's head, which earned a yip from both parties.Sharp teeth pinched the sensitive coyote flesh before Jacob's head shot up and glared at Leroy. The intense headlights soon faded as the vehicle pulled into the driveway, it only gave way to Jacob's eyes that glowed gold."Fuck, I should have pulled those teeth out when I had the chance." Leroy cursed and closed his legs close to his groin.Jacob's ears flicked however as he shoved his own shaft back into his rough jeans. He zipped up and turned his attention to the car that had just arrived."Are they early, or was I just having too much fun sucking on your clit?" Jacob grunted as Leroy delivered a firm punch to his shoulder."Fuck off, they aren't early. They are actually late, we have a schedule to stick to." The coyote performed the same maneuver as Jacob tucking his shaft back into his jeans. "Fuckers must have had some road head on the way up here." The coyote's voice was hushed along with Jacob's."Yeah, must have got his dick wet cause that is why everyone is late." Jacob said with a sarcastic tone, "Didn't the twinkle bell's parents mention something about no food in the cabin?" Jacob's tail swayed as he crouched lower.Leroy joined him as they peered at the vehicle from under
a bush. "Yeah, something like that.""Well there is your answer smart ass." Jacob's tail thwacked the coyote's leg.The sounds of doors as they opened and shut in back of the car signaled the people had begun to depart their vehicle. The jingle of a dog tag reached both perked ears, which brought growls to both of their throats.They muttered almost in unison, "the family pooch has to go first." The Labrador barked as its masters walked toward each other."Isn't it beautiful Charlie?" A femmy voice echoed in the forest as thin legs stepped into the bright lights of the car."Is that your parent's van?" Another low, voice inquired as the thicker legs joined the other's."Yes, but it is all to ourselves too." The femmy voice was punctuated by a giggle.A long tail swished like a snake in the headlights as another tail joined the first. Fluffier and thicker it swayed back and forth with a more even rhythm, like a happy fox. The body of a Labrador dog met at the center before the lights in the car vanished and plunged the forest into darkness once more. The two creepers could hear the sound of shoes as they crunched against leaves. Soon sound gradually grew softer as they moved away from the vehicle and toward the cabin."Should we bring in the groceries first?" The deep baritone voice vibrated the chests."They'll be fine," the feline dismissed, "besides I really want to finish up what I started in the car." An overly suggestive chuckle and a deep murr.Jacob and Leroy could hear their steps as well as the dog's claws as they climbed the steps to the front door. Playful chuckles seemed to make it a perfect moment, the happy couple quite unaware of what hid behind the shadows. Leroy turned his muzzle toward Jacob as he wore a smug look as if he expected an award. Jacob huffed and shoved Leroy's muzzle away before he focused on the couple who began to kiss and grope in the amber light."Oh, you'll get to finish up alright. Ain't that right Buck?" The low tone spoke to someone.The sound of that dog tag as it jingled more aggressively suggested Buck was the dog. With a metallic click, the door opened and closed tightly, the couple had vanished from the porch."Looks like they are the ones." Leroy chimed in as he moved off his stomach. He busied himself as he brushed the debris from the front of his shirt. "Too bad the mum and da," he mocked the feline's voice, "are on an extended vacation." Leroy's brows wagged above his eyes that continued to glow."Oh no, what did you do to them?" Jacob added on to the mockery, "did you shag mum and rape da da? You monsters," he squeaked out while flailing his paws in a melodramatic fashion."Fuck off ya tweaker, it ain't rape if they are already just a pile of meat. Speaking of tweak, you got a hit left?"
Leroy's tail swayed across the forest floor."Fuck yeah bitch." Jacob reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial."Stop calling me bitch, pup," Leroy reached over to take the vial from the wolf. His paw fiddled with the plastic cap. He uncovered the vial and shoved the opening into his nostril. He took a deep inhale and grunted some as the gray, ash, hit his sensitive nose flesh."Whatever clit boy," Jacob snagged the vial back after the coyote and brought it to his damp nose. He put it in his nostril and did the same while Leroy cleaned up his nose."Clit boy? Ah, fuck! I think I got a splinter," He growled in annoyance and rubbed his snout snorting hard to clear his nasal passage. "Gah, anyway that one is new. Maybe I'll have ya do lines of cremation off my small dick." Leroy wrapped his arm around Jacob's neck and shoved the wolf's muzzle against his crotch."Mmf, nah. If it were small I'd get bored cocking and reloading the lines on your clit just to feel a high." Jacob shoved Leroy's hips before standing himself, "bitch.""Punk." Leroy looked at the cabin as the dark windows began to glow with rich amber light. "I get the dog? You create the diversion?"Jacob snorted once more and cleared his nasal cavity, "sounds good to me. Coming in from the back?""Mmm," Leroy nodded as he began to move through the darkness away from Jacob and opposite the front door of the cabin.Jacob capped and shoved the vial back into his pocket before he began to make his way to the porch and front door.The wolf fixed his shirt, open chested and sweaty. His purposeful steps soon faltered, "shit, he always does this to me. What the fuck am I going to say?" He muttered to himself as his heavy boots fell on the wood steps. "Damn it, every year the same shit. I let him fuck me I swallow his load, they show up, and I get fucking stuck with talking to them face to face!" He slipped up in front of the door and knocked on the wooden surface. "Think Jacob," he heard the door knob begin to turn, "think what the hell are you going to say?""Hello may I help you?" The door parted only half way as the cheetah answered the door."Hola! Como estas? My name is Pablo, your parents hired me to do," Jacob paused and thought to himself, "bloody fucking hell, Pablo? Meh, could be worse, could have been Pedro." He continued with his bit of brilliant acting, "landscape work. They like that I come and tell them what I've done on grounds before I leave. Chinga, there was much to do today. Lost track of the time."The cheetah's brown eyes looked the wolf over some. "Well it looks like they hired the right guy for the job." The feline's tone went from hesitant to slightly suggestive in an instant. "You look quite capable of doing hard," a firm punch was behind the word, "labor.""Figures, I've run into enough sluts and teases to peg this guy just by the swing of a tail." Jacob thought to himself and rolled his eyes on the inside.Jacob smiled and said out loud, "that is very kind of you to say mister?" He paused unsure of the cheetah's name."Oh my name is Ricky, I am the son of the folks who own the cabin." The cheetah's ears flicked as the voice boomed from another room."Hon what is the matter?" Jacob's eyes didn't react as his drug infused mind didn't register the pain as the door opened wider and allowed light to pour out into the dark."Nothing Harold, it is just the groundskeeper?" Jacob had a better view into the cabin, not that he hadn't seen most of it before.It was at that time that Jacob became distinctly aware of the scent of the cheetah. Musk and dried cum, not of his own, laid on the feline's fur like a fine perfume. He looked past the cat and over to a back window, the points of tan ears could be seen as they crossed by just before Harold rounded the corner.Jacob looked back at the cat and wolf with smile. Both men were in their boxers, Jacob couldn't help but get a lil hard at the sight of two perfectly sculpted bodies in front of him."Oh, jacking off in the woods then," Harold's voice seemed to shake the wood. "It's alright mate. I'd do it out in the woods as well." Harold chuckled and Jacob's ears flicked."You got a sharp nose comrade--" Jacob's jumped as he was interrupted by Ricky."Hey I thought you were Spanish," Ricky joked. "Wouldn't the right word be compadre? Or something like that?"Jacob chuckled nervously as he caught the glimpse of Leroy's body as it rounded a corner within the cabin. Slowly the coyote began to inch closer to the couple. This made Jacob's heart beat in his chest, unarmed it wasn't wise to attack the couple at the front of the house. "Leroy? What are you doing," he thought to himself as the voices in front of him was drowned out of his mind. "This is against tradition," yet the coyote inched closer and closer a thin piece of wire in hand coiled around both palms. A deadly garrote."Haha, you are right Ricky. My girlfriend is Russian, my mother is Spanish," He paused."What of your father?" Harold tilted his head with a smile.Jacob eyed the coyote as he was only a few feet behind the couple. Jacob began to sweat as their eyes met. A few moments passed, which felt like hours to Jacob before Leroy winked and began to slink back into the home and vanished into the darkened hall."My father? Oh! My father, yeah he was just some dog." He said passively playing it off as a joke. All three laughed until the joke wore off. "Well then, I'd best be leaving.""Won't you stay and have a beer Pedro?" Ricky asked with some hopefulness.Harold put his large hand on
the cheetah's shoulder, "yeah we got plenty of beer. Enough to drown an elephant." He chuckled.Jacob scratched the back of his neck, pulling on matted fur as he did, "Eheh, it is Pablo, and no thank you I'm fine really." He smiled and turned around. His tail swayed as he began to descend the steps but paused as a thought occurred to him. He turned to look over his shoulder, "you know that a person could drown in one inch of water? Wouldn't need much to drown an elephant haha. Goodnight!"Jacob scurried down the stairs and quickly vanished out of the light from the door and into the darkness. "Horny, pricks!" He muttered as he moved back to their camp to grab a few supplies. "What the fuck was Leroy thinking there anyway! Fuck he scared me." Jacob moved to grab the vial from his pocket. He snorted a quick hit before he put it back as his foot hit one of the duffle bags and quickly scurried for the zipper.He pulled it open and spread apart the nylon. The stench of what was hidden within the bag curled his nose hairs as it wafted past his face. "Ugh, sorry baby didn't mean to disturb your sleep." Jacob couldn't resist allowing his hand to move down toward the tiger's crotch feeling her cold fem sex, white, milky, slime had begun to leak from it. "Mmm best fuck ever after I cut the tits off. Fucking hate boobs," he complimented the corpse before he zipped the bag back up.He moved once more until he found another bag. He unzipped it and revealed the pile of rusted, bloody, instruments within. He reached in and produced a chainsaw inspecting it closely bathed in the light of the blue moon's light. "Hmmm, nah, too messy." He pulled out a machete, "mmmm not near a lake so this won't do." He chucked it aside, his ears flattened at the loud clang, "Jesus quiet down you." He muttered to himself as he let his paw rummage around in the bag, "Oh hello. What is this now?""My god Ricky, what a slut." Harold's voice embraced the cheetah's form who flicked his tail in mock annoyance."Hush it, he was smoking hot." Ricky said this as he continued to put away groceries into the fridge.He only stopped when he felt Harold's larger frame against his back. The black arms wrapped around him and held him close. Bravely, Harold's hand landed on the cheetah's sheath through the cotton fabric. Ricky moaned some and pressed against the larger canine's form."You horn dog," Ricky moved and Harold shuffled behind him keeping his bulge pressed against the small of the cheetah's back. "Easy hon, we'll go to the bedroom, eep." Ricky mewed softly as Harold lifted his body up and over his shoulder. "Tsk, someone is impatient."Leroy had settled into the bedroom hidden in the shadows under the bed. The dust would have tickled his nose if it wasn't for all the ash he had snorted through his life. He jumped as he heard the door slam open and
then the heavy thud of a body as it landed on the mattress above. Another softer thud came as the wet sounds of the two men making out above filled the bedroom.Leroy's eyes rolled as he settled in under the two lovers. Though as the tongue smacking sounds soon turned to heated pants and the wet schlop of lube across flesh he couldn't help but grip at his crotch. He sighed to himself as he remained silent even as Harold's booming voice resonated throughout the room again. This time it was a long moan followed by the slow rocks of a bed. "Oh god, Rick fuck me hard."Leroy crooked his brow, "I knew something was wrong with their relationship." There was a soft whimper that came from under the bed with Leroy, "Hey, quiet down now," he thought as he felt a firm shift against his leg.His other hand was clenched tight, the piano wire was wrapped around it tightly. The Labrador's neck held tight against his hand as the wire choked the breath away. The dog's body kicked some more while it's masters fucked like teenagers just inches above their head. The twitching of legs continued to grow more and more intense as the sex above grew closer and closer to a crescendo. The sounds of the dog's claws as it scraped across hardwood floor boards drowned out by the sounds of mating.Leroy's teeth gritted tightly as he muttered to himself. His hand all but stroking his rigid shaft through his jeans. His heart pounded in his chest as he held the dog's neck firm in his hand. "Come on pussy, give it good to your wolf. Fuckem like you mean it." He continued to mutter to himself.His shaft had remained hard since the blow job in the woods. He truly loved what he did, surrounded by death, covered in sex. Emotions that fueled him, that spurred him to do what he did. "Oh fuck Harold are you cumming?" Ricky's voice was higher pitched. "I can feel you squeezing! Going to lose it." The cheetah above yelled as the coyote's groin arched into his paw.Leroy could feel his cock throb as a warm dampness spread across his groin. Quiet, soiled quiet, filled the room. Even the soft pants and heavy breathing from the couple was muffled out by the thick silence under the bed. Leroy felt his eyes flutter as he felt the sweet afterglow pass over his body, the labrador's body long forgotten as it remained still by his side. The intensity of it all made Leroy's eyelids shutter as they soon closed and the coyote began to sleep.The lights were out when Leroy finally came to once more. His hand felt damp and for a moment he thought he had cut it. But as he unwrapped the wire he found no injury to his flesh but instead the wire had cut into the dog's throat some. He breathed gently as he peered from under the bed. A lone arm hung down from the bed above. Even in the blue light of the moon he could tell by the yellow fur that it was the cheetah. The arm blocked his escape as he dragged the cold,
soft, body that was once Buck along the ground like a dust rag. When he was close enough to the arm he began to think of a way to slip out from under the bed."Shit, even I can't contort around that hand. Let alone Jacob. I bet he complained that he was the diversion earlier too," he growled and attempted to shift under the bed as he stuck his head and feet out from under the box springs. "Woof, guess I gotta wait till the pussy stud rolls back over."The dog's body rubbed against his leg and sparked an idea. Leroy shifted under the bed and scrunched his body down to position his muzzle near the limp arm's hand. "Time to act like a dog," he smiled inwardly, quite proud of his bold idea, before he leaned forward and began to lick at the fingers of the cheetah.This got a stir from above as the hand soon vanished out of his sight. "Buck, not now." He heard Ricky say in his sleep. The wood and metal creaked as Ricky's body rolled over.The coast clear the coyote slid from under the bed and the dog came with him. He soon found himself at the center of the bedroom. The knee pads were always handy as he thought to himself, "never know when I'll find myself on my knees."He was deadly quiet as he began to slowly move to the balls of his feet. His eyes were glued to the bed as he gently distributed his weight along the floor boards. He paused every time the breaths caught or a snore ceased. His heart raced It felt as if it took an hour before his knees unbent into a natural position to quietly slink out of the room. The wire lassoed around the corpse's neck acted as a sort of after death leash as he slid his feet across the wooden floor. With each new board came the ever growing chance of a loosen nail.Inch by inch, his feet never left the floor as he slid one foot forward and then another. He felt the wood sink below his bare paw pads as the natural sponginess that normally would have gone unnoticed felt like pits of quicksand. Slowly, and even slower still the coyote moved toward the open door of the bedroom. His tail stood perfectly rigid, arced behind him for support. As the quiet movements was cut short by the sound of a floorboard as it creaked loudly. The fur on the back of Leroy's body ruffled as the spine fuzz pointed at the back of his neck. His ears perked as his head peered behind him slowly. He half expected to see two sets of eyes as they glowed in the moon's light from the shadows. But he breathed a sigh of relief as the sudden noise didn't seem to phase the couple.Silence in the room once more Leroy didn't take his chances as he skittered out of the doorway. A trail of blood left behind him as the dog's corpse bled onto the wood below. But it didn't linger as the dark streaks seemed to crawl across the floor like slugs after a night's rain. They seemed to follow the corpse, unnoticed by Leroy. The coyote soon found himself at the mouth of the
hallway. Soft amber light created a small pool in the darkness that illuminated Leroy's bloody palms."Enjoy your nap?" Leroy nearly yelped as the voice of Jacob surprised him.The wolf's form seemed to manifest from the shadows of the couches as he stood up and walked over to Leroy. The large sunroof allowed the light of the moon to cascade into the room like a waterfall."Sweet mother, you scared me to death again." Leroy's whispered then eyed the crossbow in Jacob's hands, "what the hell is that?""A crossbow, figured we've used everything else before, why not try this?" Jacob shrugged his shoulders as he moved into the light cast by the lamp.Leroy looked down at the weapon and then back up at Jacob's strung out eyes, "You're a moron pup you know that?" Leroy grunted and wiped his hand across a forehead."Hey, uh why do you have a dog strapped to your hand?" Jacob eyed the chocolate lab's corpse."Jeeze, you must really be high. Ya didn't even call me bitch. Now help me set this dog up right. We have to maintain tradition." Leroy began to take the dog carcass toward the kitchen as he simply disregarded the wolf's question.Jacob followed behind as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. The blade was rusted over, perhaps some dried blood was caked onto it as well. Leroy unwrapped the wire from around the dog's neck before he opened the sink closet. He shoved the pup into the tight space and rested the dog's neck on the plumbing hidden by the darkness."Okay, Jacob. Give me a minute and you can do the deed." Leroy eyed Jacob, who had a zoned look in his eye. "Hey, hey, you with me? Don't fuck this up Pup." Leroy gave Jacob's cheek a slap, which earned him a low growl. Leroy then stormed off back to the bedroom.Jacob muttered to himself, "shit bitch be crazy." There was a moment pause before a smile crept across his brown muzzle and he chuckled. "Keeping it hip aren't ya Jacob?" He began to kneel down and reach into the darkness of the cabinet. "How many years has it been now? Fifty, sixty years now? Oh boy, traditions are surely special." He had a reminiscent look in his eyes as he brought the blade to the dog's neck and sliced it through. Instantly the dog's blood began to dribble across the PVC and dripped onto the cabinet's base."Buck, you are so needy tonight." Ricky wiggled his fingers as the warm tongue tickled his finger tips yet again. The licks stopped after a few moments and Ricky settled back into bed. He attempted to go back to sleep as his arm once more fell off the side of the bed. The wet, warm tongue started up yet again. "Mmmf, dumb dog."Ricky sighed and stretched in bed as he swung his legs over the side and stood. "Man I need some water." He muttered as he slid out of bed naked as the day he was born. His heavy footfalls didn't seem
to stir Harold as he snored. Ricky paused at the door and turned back to the bed patting his thigh, "come on Buck. I bet you want a late night snack, because I know I do."Ricky waited for a moment and Buck did not come. "Come on Buck?" Ricky waited for a moment more before turning back and continuing on his track. "Suit yourself then doggy." Ricky departed as Leroy quietly cursed under the bed."Damn wolves. Sleep through anything don't you?" Leroy muttered softly.Ricky scratched his rump as he walked down the hall. The lonely lamp at the end of the hall was all the light he needed to navigate the small cabin. The moon was bright in the sun sky and aided his journey. The blue light casts long shadows of furniture across the wooden floor, it was a surreal sight. He moved to open the refrigerator and allowed the bright light to flow into the nook like kitchen, casting the dark shadows away."What is that sound?" Ricky's round ears flicked some as he looked around, "Need to let Harold know there is a leak somewhere?" Ricky spoke to himself as his tail lashed like a snake.He looked to the shadows of the refrigerator, "hmm, no not there." Ricky left the door open as he began to search around for the cause of that drip."Drip, drip, drip, where are you?" He sang to himself as his claws dug into the wood floor as he began to slowly investigate every crevice of the kitchen. His ears flicked in annoyance before his toes felt the liquid under the leathery digits.A paw moved quickly over to flip the switch of the overhead light, "Ahh ha! Garbage disposal must be," his voice tapered off as he looked down at the floor.A dark pool of black had formed around the cabinet doors. Crimson drops dripped into the pool just behind the cabinet doors, the doors that held an unspeakable secret. A brief moment of hesitation passed over Ricky's body as he moved his hand down to pull open the cabinet doors.His hands shook, "Harold?" Softly at first, "Harold!" The voice grew louder as the doors began to part. The light began to flow into the darkness of the cabinet as if the gossamer covers began to reveal the grizzly surprise beneath. "Harolllbuck!" His voice would wake the dead as Rick discovered the dog's corpse under the sink.His eyes darted over the limp body as it hung over the pipe, cut throat, a constant drip of blood. They moved back down to the pool that had formed in front of the cabinet and flew back as if struck by a bat. The shock of what was drawn in the pool of crimson, the simple phrase of "People Can Lick Too." was like lightning straight to the heart. The words appeared in the pool as if scooped into the crimson mounds on the floor."Harold, Buck is dead! Harold!" He called as he scrambled out of the kitchen and back into the attached living room. He began to make his way to the entrance of
the hall just as a filthy, furry, hand manifested from the shadows near his feet.At first he thought he tripped but as the sharp burn flew up his leg he had to look down at his feet. "Harold! The fuck is this?" Tears filled the cheetah's eyes as he looked at the back of his ankle.New blood pooled near his feet as bits of his meat could be seen. The hand remained in the amber light of the lamp only for a moment as Ricky watched it pull back into the shadows. He watched as a large form seemed to crawl toward the ceilings, the height seemed to impose even more from the ground below. A tall thin form with long arms, that seemed to stretch out toward Ricky. Red eyes glowed in the figure of darkened shadows.The cheetah began to slide away from the form calling for Harold as he trailed blood through the hallway. Ricky paused and pulled himself to his feet near the open doorway. His hands gripped at the door frame as he pulled himself upward, "Harold, please." He choked as he attempted to put pressure on his torn open ankle and nearly collapsed.The shadow at the end of the hall remained as Ricky's eyes stared down at it. The glazed look in his eyes, the eyes of a man who knew he faced death. "Harold," the frantic sound in his voice had faded into pathetic pleading. His hands moved to flick the light of the bedroom on. His pupils adjusted as he gazed at the grizzly sight.Leroy stood near a clean wall, hands saturated in blood. His palms were pressed firm against the stucco wall, the crimson seemed to move from his arms like veins across the wall, the subtle form of words slowly began to creep along the smooth paint as Harold's blood was used to write on the wall. Ricky began to mouth the words out loud,"Never, turn on the lights?" His voice was shaky as he felt a warm sensation begin to dribble down his leg. The piss pooled around his bloody ankle as Leroy continued to utter an incantation in tongues.His eyes trailed over Harold's mutilated form. Rib cage torn open as the organs decorated the mattress, outside of the wolf's body, like a bowl full of stew that had spilled over. Leroy turned his head as soon as the lights were flipped on, his eyes glowed an unnatural gold color."Damnit! You're early!" Leroy growled, "no matter, Jacob!" Leroy eyed Ricky before he flicked his head as if to indicate to look down the hall.Ricky followed the coyote's indication and with morbid curiosity turned his direction back down the hall. He saw the long form's arm pull up and bring a, "A crossbow? What sort of shit is that? Why do this?" Ricky blurted out.Leroy's tail flicked as he looked at Ricky, "it really isn't anything personal.""Yeah, it is sort of tradition! People need a reason to fear the dark," Jacob added from down the hall as he moved into the light. "Thanks for the eye candy boy."The
bolt flew true as the dull thump of strings and carbon fiber flexed and fired the straight dart at Ricky's head. With a wet schlop the dart penetrated Ricky's flesh, through a cheek and clear through the brain's stem. The firm jerk caused the Cheetah's head to fly back as the metal tip pinned it to the painted, slate, wall. Jacob quickly loaded one more bolt and fired it off to pierce Ricky's heart and sealed the deal.For a moment the cabin was quiet, save for the cacophony of drips. The wood began to suck up the crimson that covered the kitchen floor, the bedroom and now a growing pool in the hall."Eye candy boy?" Leroy's voice finally ended the music.His paw pads stepped through the door frame as he wiped his bloody paws across his snout. "What? He did have a nice ass! Best I could do is send him on his way with a compliment.""Pfft, what a softie bitch." Leroy chuckled and patted Jacob's shoulder before he crossed into the living room.Jacob's muzzle was going to open in protest but stopped and sighed, "huh, okay I'll take that one this time. The authorities on their way?""Yep, contacted them. They should be here any second now." The dark living room soon began to glow with the red and blue strobes, "ahh there is the red and blue. Shall we go out?" Leroy replied as he began to move toward the door, Jacob close behind."Yeah, we should. Light is coming soon." Leroy opened the balcony and stepped out into the blinding lights. Jacob continued by cocking the crossbow once more bathed in the lights of the police spotlights."Put the weapon down or we'll open fire!" A man behind the light called out to the duo."Mid thirties you think?" Leroy tipped his head toward Jacob."Eh, maybe, sounds cute too." Jacob tossed the crossbow onto the ground.The trigger fired and the sound of the mechanism clicked, "Open fire!""Good going Ace," Leroy yelped as the first bullet penetrated his chest.The flashes from the muzzles of various pistols and shotguns lit up the already bright porch like a strobe at a rave. Crimson clouds plumed from Leroy and Jacob's bodies with each bullet hit and shotgun blast. Soon their bodies crumpled to the porch in a puddle of their own meat and blood. Once more silence was thick in the remote woods, not a creature stirred, not even a mouse. The blue billows of gun smoke slowly drifted into the woods as careful footsteps moved closer to the home.One brave man stepped into the house and soon shrieked loudly, "this is shit out of legends!"The cabin was soon filled with activity once more as ambulances and uniformed personnel scoured the area. Closed body bags were wheeled out on stretchers from the cold cabin, "shit this one is like a fricking meat water balloon.""What the hell happened?" A sharply dressed
tiger inquired as he followed one of the black body bags out and toward one of the ambulances."Well sir, it seems these two have been active. The didn't want treats, they just went straight to the tricks." The sharply uniformed medic began."Please no puns, just get to it." The tiger said curtly as he lit a cigarette."Well these guys," he moved over to two body bags and unzipped them both to reveal Leroy and Jacob's bodies, at least what was left of them. "No identity whatsoever, they seemed to love urban legends. Killed everyone in this cabin even the dog. Left messages in blood on the walls and floors too. These guys were real psychos." He added as he zipped up the bags again. "They also fit the profile of those other murders that happened earlier.""Fit the profile? We have evidence that they mutilated that couple and killed them, not only do we have evidence of that, but we got the bodies too!" The tiger crooked a brow at the man."Oh yeah, that is true." The uniformed, medic tapped his chin."Hmmm, thank you for the information, get'em outta here." The tiger said gruffly as he walked away and moved into the home."You heard the boss. Let's get these pieces of meat out of here." The personnel loaded the two bodies into the back of the ambulance and shut the door.The tiger looked back and shook his head before he continued into the cabin to asses the situation personally.The day soon drew to night once more before the tiger stepped back into his car with a long sigh. He drove away from the now empty cabin and turned onto the road. He began to drive as headlights passed him on the long, lonely, road. "God, what a sight!"He grunted before he rolled down the electronic window and lit another cigarette. "It is almost straight out of a horror movie." He continued to deflate from the day. His eyes caught sight of two figures on the side of the road. Thumbs stuck out to hitch a ride.The tiger's golden eyes only caught a passing glimpse of the coyote and wolf at the side of the road. The grins on their muzzles looked familiar and made him turn to look back as he passed them by. Though as his eyes couldn't find them, he dismissed the encounter and turned back around.He settled back in his seat before he swerved, startled by the sound of his ring tone. The lit cigarette fell from his lips and landed in his lap. "Jesus christ," he muttered as he carefully collected the lit ember near the more sensitive areas of his pants. He collected himself and pulled out his cellular phone and flipped open the phone. "What is it?""Their gone? What the fuck do you meant they are gone?" The tiger's eyes darted to the rear view mirror once more."Well they couldn't have just fucken stood up and left out the front door with fucking friendly howdy doo. Who the fuck came in
contact with them? I swear Jessey if one of those fucking necro freaks of yours got their filthy paws on them I'll gut you and decorate your office with your intestine streamers!" The tiger's pulse raced in his chest."Lock down the morgue, search for their bodies. Back track the travel, maybe they got switched out on the way their." The voice continued as the tiger's eyes darted to the rear view mirror some more."Find them, search the grounds. Get back out on the road if you have to!" The tiger shouted the order before he slapped shut his phone.His heart pulsed as he slammed on the breaks before he through the car in reverse. He peered out the back window as he began to accelerate. He jerked the wheel and began to execute a perfect J-turn as he began to speed back toward the cabin."Fuck! Was that them?" The tiger's vehicle soon passed where he thought he saw the coyote and wolf. He looked back into his rear view, and burned the image of empty, twilight, woods and road into his mind. .His cell phone beeped once more, the lights of the front screen glowed as it vibrated as well. He picked it before he briefly looked down at it and noticed he had received a text message. He kept an eye on the road and an eye on his phone as he opened it to look at the message."It is only tradition? What the hell does that mean?" The tiger read the message aloud.His eyes drifted back up to the rear view mirror and slammed on the breaks. Leroy and Jacob both sat in the backseat of his car, eyes glowed gold and red respectively in the darkness, "It means exactly what it says." Leroy's voice echoed in the car."Yeah, everyone needs a good ghost story." Jacob added as the car came to a stop.The tiger darted out of his seat and pulled his gun. The barrel aimed at the back seat as he slowly approached the car once more. He looked into the backseat with confusion as the car was vacant. The two occupants had vanished without any indication that they were even in the car to begin with. Quickly his paw moved to swing open the backseat door as he peaked in. He searched the vehicle for the two bodies before his eyes looked up at the ceiling.The fabric had been torn, sliced in such a way to leave one last message, "always check the back of your car."