Trick or Treat... Halloween story
Trick or Treat...
As the full moon struggled to show it's self through the dark ragged fast moving clouds. The huge coal black Wolf stalked sullenly through the city park, glum that his life had gotten so boring! Thick pale mist shrouded the trees and bushes as the cold October night grew later. The big heavily muscled Wolf surveyed the cruising site; he could see only a few tired old muzzles. Furs he'd had his way with so often, and so well they would bare the scars for life. What he needed was new conquests, fresh meat on which to vent his cruel lusts... His desires had grown more cruel and deadly over the years. And he'd been breaking a lot of his playthings for good lately. But so what... it wasn't like it was hard to hide the bodies... The river swepted them out to sea... and so what if they washed up on some beach...
He was just thinking, that perhaps he should move on to another park. Or perhaps to somewhere straight males hung out, he licked his cruel lips. Yes, it'd been far to long since he's broken a so called straight male. Forcing him to serve as the big Lupines slut, until he'd become so sexual confused he'd let any male use him! Yes that would be amusing, perhaps a big equine with many mares! The big Wolf was so distracted by this fantasy; he almost didn't notice the lean dark figure approaching him. The tall lean white stallion stepped out of the shadows directly in front of the big black Wolf. The white almost bleached looking fur blending in with the pale mist and moonlight. Making it hard to tell where that hard rangy body ended and the fog began. The big Wolf's nostrils flares as the strangely sweet scent waffled up to him. There was an eerie familiarity about the stallion... and that almost sickeningly sweet scent.
"I know your desires." The pale stud nickered softly as he pranced around the big Wolf.
"Ya think so..." The Wolf snorted as the horse danced and pranced just out of reach. But displaying his firm round rump and sleek hard body provocatively. Clearly the stud knew he liked to rut... and knew his tastes in males. Although the big Wolf doubted the horse knew what he liked to do with them in the end.
"Why don't we find some place more... private." The big stallion suggested turning and trotting off down towards the river before the Wolf could even suggest it. Carver smiled gloatingly... this prey was almost making it to easy. Still he followed after the swiftly retreating equine, his thick Wolf dick achingly aroused. He would have his fun... and the horse would be floating down the river.
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The smell of the river flooded his senses as the big pale horse lead him to his favorite spot! It was odd that the horse had come straight to the hidden grove. On it's little sandy peninsula jutting out into the wide, cold, dark river. The big pale stallion stopped in front of the weathered old log, the Wolf had bend so many of his conquest across. As the big dark predator slow approached he watched as the stallion carelessly undressed. It was rare that his victims wanted to undress fully here in the park and rarer still in this cold month. But the big Wolf was to aroused by the sight... to think to deeply on that matter. The big equine didn't stop until he was naked, except for the scarf he wore wound around his long neck.
"Now that's what I like to see..." Carver growled as he freed his huge raging erection from his jeans. "Ya goina bend over that log, all on yer on as well?" He asked and smirked as the stallion immediately did just that. His sleek round ass pointed out towards the dark rolling waters, as his pale tail lifted up and to one side. The puckered tail hole underneath was a dull black... that hardly fit the horses white coat. But then the Wolf knew some breeds were white furred and dark skinned. In truth it really didn't matter to the big Wolf... Slowly he moved up behind the passive pony... that rich sweet smell stronger still as he did. In the half-light the big Wolf's eyes could make out little flecks of white on that black tail hole. "Been a naughty boi huh." He taunted the stallion, taking those flecks of dribbles of cum. "Well at least you'll but nice and slick... easy for me to get in." He snickered as he stroked his hard hot erection and moved up to guide it into the Horse's hole. That soft flesh was cold and clammy to the touch, but then the horse was standing totally naked in October weather.
Carver leaned over that big round rump and thrust himself inside. Expecting to find warmth within those depths, he plunged in hard and fast. Growling and straining to force his knot inside, so the stallion could not escape him! His big cock buried its self-balls deep within the big equine. It was only after his knot had locked them together that Carver realized the horse's insides were just as cold and clammy as his skin had been! Then the big Wolf felt a strange tickling sensation on his fat dick. Looking down more closely the big Predator was shocked to see those little white flecks moving, wiggling against his hot flesh. Revulsion welled up within the big Wolf then, as he realized that those wiggling little flecks were maggots. Disgusted he tried to pull himself out, but his own huge knot held him within that putrid orifice.
"What the hell is this.?." The big black Wolf snarled grabbing the horse's neck and twisting his long head around. As he did the scarf fell from around the equines neck, reveling deep gnarled wounds. Carver recognized his own handy work at once... his teeth had made those ragged gaping wounds. The big Wolf recoiled in real horror this time as he realized this stallion was one of his first victims! He'd been a tawny palomino then... before the sun and salt had bleached his fur.
"Hell... yes hell is where you belong." The dead horse moaned, his lower lip falling away as he spoke. Those glassy eyes glittering with a fiery red light, as he looked back over his shoulder at the Wolf.
"No... NO... You... Your dead." The big Wolf howled struggling wildly to get away from the dead body he was tied with.
"So are they." The horses voice wailed as a skeletal hand pointed back behind them! The big Wolf looked back in fear as the dark rolling river waters erupted. Vomiting up a mob of rotting stinking corpses... that climbed slowly and stiffly up the banks. Scream... howling... wailing voices assaulted the big predators sensitive ears. Even as his terror grew... cold clammy skeletal paws groped and clawed at his clothing.
"No...Noooo... get away from me." Carver howled as those cold dead paws ripped his clothing off pawing at his hot flesh. In wild panic the big Wolf twisted and struggled to pull away from those clammy paws, and the stallion's rotting hole. Even as he felt his massive male organ grasped my many fleshless paws. His screams and howls of horror and fear echoed through the night, as all his victims closed in around him. With a wild surge of adrenalin, the big black Wolf pulled away. Pain shooting through his loins, as he heard a wet ripping sound. Hot fluids splattered down his inner thigh's as he leaped away... Running in blind terror through the forest... leaving a trail of urine and blood behind!
***
The two uniformed officers stopped and starred in disgust at the sight before them. "Ya think that's his..." The young Doberman choked as he shined his flashlight at the log where the blood trail ended.
"I don't see it belonging to anyone else." The older German Shepard sergeant snorted, bending to examine the dissevered cock and balls. They were handing from a hole in an old log by the rivers edge. Looking black and putrid... as white wiggling worms covered it.
"Looks like its been here for weeks." The Doberman choked looking away as he felt sick.
"No... he was seen coming in here only a few hours ago." The sergeant grunted as he straightens up and glanced around.
"Do you think he was telling the truth?" The young Doberman asked.
"What about the zombies... or that he killed twenty six furs?" The German Shepard asked... then shook his head in revulsion. "I think he's a total loony..." "But we better call this in..."
FIN