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Hiding a jaw-cracking yawn behind a paw, Jared drew his pack snug on one shoulder as he moved to get out of the way. The school librarian locked the door right behind him, the older raccoon smiling briefly in his direction.

"Have a good night. Seeya tomorrow."

Jared returned the sentiment, still hiding behind his paw a moment, and the two parted ways.

The halls of the high school were so quiet they seemed to hum, in sharp contrast with the rush of a couple hours earlier. Jared could clearly hear the librarian's feet shuffling down the hall the other way, only fading when he passed through a door into the stairwell. Jared was alone, or near enough. The janitor was probably around, somewhere.

Occasionally, a faint whistle of wind rose against the dark windows. Night came a little earlier every day, and it did nothing to help the young bat shake the drowsiness he'd gained cooped up with a book since school had ended. He rubbed at his eyes, trudging down the hall and, for a moment, just enjoying the utter quiet, his every movement echoing gently off the walls.

Abruptly he paused, one ear perked. Had that been... a voice? He peered around, and moved quietly to the window. He couldn't see anyone out there. Something about that... he wasn't even sure he'd heard anything, but it tugged at him. Like somebody might have been calling for help?

But he couldn't catch it again, and after a moment, he shook his head.

He got about halfway to the stairs before he stopped dead, both ears perked high now. That had been something... a child calling out? An animal in trouble? His ears swiveled and he looked around, frowning. It was distant, but it might have come from down the hall, around the corner...

Who else would be here? That didn't sound like the janitor. Why would anyone...? He turned the corner, ears still struggling for a peep. There was nothing down this way. Just a few classrooms, one was even closed off. Jared frowned uneasily. That was the room where that wolf had...

It had been a big deal for a few weeks. They had a bunch of counseling sessions, and the principal gave a speech, and everyone was supposed to report any "at risk" behavior, and there'd even been a news van and stuff. Supposedly she'd done it right in her chemistry classroom, after school. Now they didn't let anyone in there... They couldn't still be cleaning up or something?

Jared moved quietly down the hallway, chewing at his lip a little as he listened carefully.

Veronica. That's what her name had been. He'd talked with her a few times. She'd seemed really shy, but he'd heard others talking about how spirited she was, so he supposed he really hadn't known her at all.

He eyed that door uncertainly as he passed it. The lights were off in there, like in most of the classrooms. He moved on.

He passed two more classrooms before he heard it again-- a whisper.

"Jared..."

His fur bristled under his clothes, ears quivering as they swung back. Behind him. He peeked over his shoulder.

No one there. It had been quiet, but he was... almost sure that was his name, a distant whisper. It sounded... sad?

Slowly, the bat turned and moved back that way. He poked his head in the closest classroom, then the next. Nobody in there. The next was... the closed chemistry room. He frowned, peering through the small window at the door. Maybe the janitor was in here after all? He reached for the doorknob, but he paused. Leaning closer, he strained his ears, holding his breath.

He heard... whispers. Just a low murmur of speech, rising and falling with notes of what he thought were misery. Maybe someone really was in trouble?

Carefully, he tried the knob. Locked. He wasn't surprised, but... he was sure he'd heard someone. He tried again, jiggling the knob now, as if he could force it to unlock. He swallowed and put his other fist to the door, knocking. "H--" he swallowed and cleared his throat, and yet still his voice caught. He just knocked harder. He put his nose to the glass, trying to see into the shadows. He thought he might have glimpsed motion, or it might have been his own reflection on the glass, it was hard to see through the glare.

The hallway light buzzed behind him, flickering-- and turned off. Jared straightened, whipping his head around. Other lights, to either side, blinked and died. Soon, the only light was all the way back down the hall, at the corner.

That, and two gleaming lights in the door's window, right in front of him. Like eyes.

His throat seized shut as he found himself staring into those lights, two discs glimmering, swirling with their own internal shadows. And beneath, the shadows split in a pure black maw, a grin full of fangs.

His shoes squeaked as he flung himself back, tripping over himself, falling with a choked cry. Those lights followed him, tracking him, and they pressed closer. They passed right through the glass, and the shadows broke around the subtle luminescence of a form, faintly glowing legs and arms, reaching out, long claws curling and flexing.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from this impossible sight. His heart thundered in his ears, his every muscle twitching with the desperate urge to flee, but somehow, he was sure it was already too late. Faintly, he clung to the hope this was all a nightmare and he was just going to...

That maw gaped wider, a pure black chasm that devoured all light, drawing luminescent fangs into sharper contrast as it loomed over him, that figure descending on him in slow, flowing certainty, those terrible eyes filling his vision. The only sound was a low, gurgling hiss, as with the last breath escaping a dead man. Fangs spread wide.

"No!" He finally managed a single, pathetic cry as he kicked at the ground, trying to push himself away, to put even an inch more between him and the wraith-like vision.

And the creature paused. Slowly, that terrible maw closed, and those eyes... blinked.

"...Jared?" It was a girl's voice, weak and uncertain.

He stared. He could feel his heart in his chest, trying to beat its way out. He swallowed and worked his voice up again. "Uh... yeah?"

The creature reeled back with a strange noise, like the entire hallway was gasping, all the air rushing away. Shadows drew in on that strange form, the terrible darkness surrounding the two of them withdrawing into her body, now growing clearer, her body gaining a little substance. She stood, paws knit in front of her, her eyes slowly losing that haunting glow. When her mouth opened, it was just a mouth. "Um... s-sorry..."

Lying sprawled on the floor, half up on his hands, the bat stared at her. Her entire body was insubstantial, like he was seeing a faint reflection of a person on glass, the color washed out. More than that, if he looked straight at any part of her he couldn't see her-- only when he looked away could he see that strange, faintly glowing form in his peripheral vision. It made it hard for him to make out any details about her, but he was pretty sure he did recognize her. Slowly, uncertainly, he pushed his feet under him and rose. He couldn't find words.

"I, um..." Her voice didn't quite seem to come from her, but rather it echoed off the walls without quite having a source, like she was talking from just out of sight. Anyone with lesser ears might have had a hard time hearing her. "I didn't know it was you. I thought somebody was..." She looked down, and away. "...They took my body before I could do anything, and I just..."

It was hard to get a read on her like this, but he had the feeling she was pretty uncomfortable. Not that he wasn't, but... He swallowed. "Um. I just... I thought I'd heard something, so I'd come to look. I..." He frowned uncertainly, twitching one ear. "Were you... saying my name? I thought I'd heard..."

She drew her paws to her mouth now in a little gasp. "You...!" She shifted her feet, stepping back a little. "You... heard...? I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I... I should..." She turned away, and what he could see of her seemed to fade like a guttering flame for a moment. But she stopped. With her back to him, her tail hung limp, and he could even make out her ears twitching uncertainly. She was a wolf, alright. He was sure people had said Veronica was an intense woman, but...?

Slowly, she turned to face him again. "No... It's too late to... There's no point not, um..." He thought he saw her eyes flicking up toward his, then away, several times. Finally, she stepped closer, her feet making no sound on the floor. "Just... hold still."

He tensed, but she reached out before he could do anything, grabbing at his wrist. Or... trying to. Her fingers passed through him, and he shivered at the strange, cool tingle, spreading up his arm a little. She stared at her paw, and even out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bleak sadness on her face. She worked her paw slowly, flexing it, and he thought it changed color a little, growing brighter and darker, tinging a little more blue or white.

"Uh... what are...?" He tried to question her, but she was reaching for him again. Part of him was screaming to run, had been screaming since the start, but part of him still remembered the sad, barely audible cry that had brought him here... a cry for him, specifically. He forced himself to stand still, at least a little longer.

Fingers curled around his arm, and he shivered, but not with cold. In fact, she felt warm.

A long sigh slipped from the... whatever she was... And she stroked up his arm a little. "It worked... How does that feel?" Her eyes were gleaming, not with light but with something like hope.

He cleared his throat, frowning a little. "It feels like, um... normal, I guess? Like a paw." He looked away, growing increasingly uneasy under her touch. "Look, um... Veronica, right?"

She laughed, a breathless, aching, surprised little utterance of happiness. "Yes! That's me." She squeezed at him a little.

The dead girl. He was talking to the dead girl, and she was touching him. He twisted his arm, if gently, pulling out of her grasp, his teeth grit tight as he tried not to shudder visibly. "I, uh... I'm glad you're... still around? But I think maybe I should, um..." He glanced down the hallway, at the distant light.

She stared at him, and he thought there might have been something else, like another face, a dark gaze and spreading fangs. "L-listen," she laughed nervously. "I know this must seem pretty weird. I mean, it was weird for me too!" There was a certain, frantic strain in her voice. "I'm still, um... getting used to... all this... But!" She drew closer. "I, uh... I mean..." Her body shimmered, and even when he looked at her, he could see her now... kinda. "Well... y-you don't have a... a girlfriend, right?" Her voice half-failed, but she pushed it out.

And then her arms were slipping around his waist, and she pushed herself against him. He gasped, arms spreading a little out of the way, and he stared down at her, just barely able to make out those desperate eyes staring up at him, though he could see the floor through the back of her head as well. For a moment, his mouth hung open, half in shock, and slowly, he started to shake his head, trying to form words.

"I-I'm not!" She squeaked out words before he could manage anything. "I'm not, um... I'm not asking to be your girlfriend or anything. I think it's too late for that." Another weak laugh. "But, I mean..." She looked down at herself, and up at him, and she put on a grin. "What, uh... what kind of girls do you like? Cause I can, um..." She looked down, and he felt a growing, warm weight on his chest-- two of them. She seemed to be wearing a jacket, and it strained outward as her breasts apparently, spontaneously grew against him. "I can..." She let an unsteady breath go and drew another one, peering up at him. "I can be whatever you want, if you just... if you wanna..." She smiled, and the desperation was obvious in those eyes. "Anytime you wanna come by, we can..." Her paw slid down his side, over his hip, toward his crotch.

Finally, he brought himself to catch her arm, blushing brightly by now. "V-Veronica!" She whimpered faintly, trying to reach a little further, and he glanced up and down the hall before he managed to go on. "I-- I don't like any kind of girls. I'm sorry, Veronica, but I'm-- I'm gay."

She stared up at him, still now. "...Oh. Um..."

Her body flickered again, and suddenly there was only a wisp of luminescence, a faint twinkle of light melting, fading away into nothing. He was alone in the hallway again, and after a moment, the lights came back on, flickering, staggered. Standing in the light, Jared blinked at that dark window, panting faintly. Just like that...?

His jitters finally got his feet moving under him, and he retreated quickly. He found there was a certain sadness lingering in his heart as he made his way down the stairs, though. Pulling his hood up, he pushed out into the cold winter night, pulling his pack over both shoulders and trudging home, the events moments before swirling in his mind. Just like that, he'd met a real ghost... There was no faking that, right? No way it could have been a... a hallucination, or something? He almost felt like he should... report it somewhere, get someone in there to record this, but... She was just a girl, and she was so sad... and she... Why would she try to do something like that with him? He was terribly confused and embarrassed, and while he thought it might be the right thing to do, he didn't think he could tell anyone about this... not anytime soon.

Troubled as he was, Jared forgot about the girl for the most part when he arrived at the apartment. His dad's car was in the lot, but the question was if he was asleep yet... Jared had plenty of practice unlocking the front door as quietly as possible. He couldn't hear anything inside, so probably...

Inside, nobody was screaming. Nobody was waiting for him. He found his mother in the living room, and she smiled wearily, murmuring about the dinner she'd left for him. Jared let a long breath go and went to eat.

Soon, he was burrowed away in his bedroom, headphones on, watching shows and doing his homework. Another quiet night at home. These were the good ones.

When it got late, he heard his mom going to bed, and he popped one headphone off, waiting and listening for a time. Nothing. He popped it on again and opened a new tab, licking his lips.

Maybe he hadn't been completely honest when he'd said he was gay. But it was true he didn't really have any interest in girls. Not... normal girls.

They didn't really exist like this, as far as he knew. But online, along with stuff with guys, he loved to find stuff about women with men's equipment. The bigger, the better. Women did look nicer to him, but without that piece, he just couldn't keep up any interest. Sighing warmly, he sat back, taking care of himself. Sure, he felt like someone might be... watching him, but he was used to feeling like someone might catch him any second in his own home. He just learned to live with it. He never noticed the occasional odd glimmer of light in the shadows of his room.

Finally, the young bat powered everything down and crawled into bed, shivering a little in the dark. Now that he was settled in, he remembered the girl again. What the hell do you do when you've met a dead person? If he wasn't going to tell anyone... what was there to do? He mused a little on what this meant for the concept of an afterlife. Maybe he should like... try to find a way to help her, later. She'd seemed awfully sad, and now that he knew she wasn't going to eat his soul or something, probably, he had a little more room for feeling sympathetic. She was just a nervous girl, in a way, and he could probably... do something?

Resolved to try and find her again tomorrow, he rolled over, halfway on his belly, and quietly drifted to sleep.

When he started to snore faintly, light coalesced gently over him, forming into the blurred figure of a wolfess, standing over him, her legs below the knee disappearing into his bed. She watched him for a time, and slowly, a sly smile crossed her transparent face.

It took a little experimentation, but she managed to slide her hand straight through the material of his blankets, but still touch him. She stroked over his hip, experimenting, and when she was satisfied, she reached lower. Jared's snoring faltered a moment as warm fingers fondled his nuts and stroked along his sheath. She smiled sweetly now, swinging her legs to lie behind him, slowly easing closer and working a moment at sliding through the blankets to snuggle to his back. She switched paws, one arm passing through the bed under him to grasp and tease at the flesh slowly pushing from his sheath while the other drew back.

When she gently parted his cheeks beneath his boxers and pushed a finger to the spot between them, he leaked a breathy coo that brought a grin to her face. She slowly stroked circles around that spot, feeling it flex fitfully under the attention, and when it finally relaxed, she pressed inside. He was nice and hard now, and she gripped that rod firmly, chewing on her tongue as she felt it up. She stroked at his insides a few moments more, then withdrew the one paw to return to her own nethers. Her clothes melted away, leaving the pale vision of a wolfess naked and half phased through his blankets, though she rolled back a moment to frown down her belly. Holding on to his twitching need with one paw, she stroked over her mound with the other, and there, light gathered, forming a new shape. A few moments of refining, and her new piece of equipment solidified, twitching just as eagerly as its twin beneath the blankets. Her eyes shone with glee as she swung her new toy to bear.

It took a little figuring how to angle her body against his, but she guided her new tip in, disappearing into his blankets, sliding right through his underwear to nestle hot to those soft cheeks. He breathed a shuddering murmur as she slid in to push her point tight against that little ring of muscle. She throbbed hungrily against him, biting her lip, and when that tip was firmly secured she reached up, slowly wrapping her arms around his middle. Drawing a deep breath she didn't need, the wolfess leaned in, pushing against that snug spot, politely asking for entry. A few more grinding pushes turned it to a demand, and a barely audible moan broke from the bat as he started to open around her.

Surprise registered on the wolf's face as she started to squeeze in, and her brows drew together, ecstasy written plain across her features as her hips rolled with fervent need, pushing him open until her head shoved fully past the resistance of his tight little tailhole. Jared gasped faintly, slowly stirring, and her arms tightened around him as she ground in firmly, stroke by stroke.

"Ahh... ahh--!" Jared blinked sleep away, blushing suddenly, trying to interpret the intense sensations washing over him. "Wha...? Nnnhh...!" He swallowed his voice, struggling to maintain the quiet his home demanded. But something --someone-- was inside him! He twisted, peering over his shoulder with one eye. The wolfess grinned, leaning up to steal a kiss as she planted the last inch between his cheeks, her balls pushing snug to his thighs, her claws kneading into his belly as she hilted firmly in his ass. A low groan poured into her muzzle as he quivered, gripping tight around her until she shivered in turn.

His mind was a flurry of befuddled thoughts. Confusion, fear, and flustered pleasure colored his attempts to process what was happening and the face looming translucent over his shoulder, putting together his bizarre memories, already half convinced he'd dreamt the whole thing. But she was hot inside him, straining against his walls deep in his belly. He trembled, wringing tight at that rock hard shaft, and she gave a faint whisper of a growl, pushing in, grinding tight to his cheeks. He could feel he was still wearing clothes! Like she was melded into his garments somehow, or she'd cut a perfect hole just for her hips and her... her cock.

He finally realized he was himself rock hard when he started to throb desperately in her paw, drooling juices across his sheets. Part of him was screaming again. A dead girl was in his room, crawling all over him! A goddamned ghost had followed him home! But... his entire body was sweltering with an acute need, shaking with an excitement he couldn't put down. He'd never even found a boy to... to try things out with, he only barely had any experience back there with improvised toys, and now...! H-how many times had he dreamed about something like this? He could feel her slender, delicate fingers gripping his rod, growing slick with the juices he was drooling across the insides of his pajamas. Her breasts were pushing to his back, soft, warm weights capped with firm little tips poking into his shoulder blades, rocking with the firm, hungry rolls of her hips, grinding tight to his cheeks. And inside him...!

She was definitely bigger than anything he'd ever taken. He didn't even know how she'd gotten inside him, but now he couldn't help but seize around her base, wincing a little each time she managed to drag an inch out, the shuddering rasp of friction seeming to echo up his spine. And she shoved it home, cooing in delight down his tongue, and he felt his shirt shift, straining. He dragged a half-numb hand up, his arm phasing through hers to grasp at his belly. He was... she was putting a low bulge in his gut. Quivering all over, he found himself suckling on her tongue, slurping softly, as his hips started to jerk frantically. In seconds, he was creaming his pajamas, finally pulling free of the kiss to gasp and pant, his fur bristling, his body wracked with the sudden, powerful orgasm that had crashed down on him almost before he'd known it was happening. H-he'd only just cum before going to bed!

She giggled against his neck, nibbling at him a little. "I could get used to this..." she cooed warmly.

He twisted, struggling to pull a hand free of his blankets and clamp it over her mouth. "Shh!" He gritted his teeth, and they were both still, her balls giving a few menacing twitches tight against his cheeks, her fingers wriggling over his spent, oversensitive shaft. His ears perked high, and he stared at the door, a gray blur in the dark of the room, only barely visible over the glow of her body. Finally, he sagged, letting a long, silent sigh go. "Have... to be quiet." He whispered.

The canine apparition frowned at him. "I know it's night," she whispered back, "but seriously? That quiet?"

He frowned at her, and pointed at his ears. They were huge scoops, and pretty hard to miss, but he glared at her expectantly. "I heard you, didn't I?"

Her brow rose, and she shrugged, smiling. "Alright..." She dragged her paw up his chest, smearing his own juices through his fur, and gripped at him, hugging him close, grinding a little deeper into his rump. "So... you like girls like this, then...?"

Jared drew a shuddering breath, looking away. She probably couldn't tell he was blushing in the dark, right?

The wolfess chuckled faintly, and gave another firm shove of her hips, pushing him over a little onto his belly again. His throat caught around a low groan as she started to saw that monster through him in shallow but relentless strokes, pushing his hips and his spent cock down into the bed, her claws dragging over his chest. Her breasts surged against his back as she drew deep breaths, rasping against his neck, and if anything, he thought she got bigger inside him...!

The bat found he had to bury his face in his pillow, biting into it to muffle the sounds shoving up through his throat as she used his ass. H-he should... stop her or something! She was r-raping him in his own bed, and... and if either of them made any noise...!

Suddenly, head exploded inside him, and that thick shaft flared, straining at him, stretching him past his limit. Fuck. Fuck! He quivered, realizing faintly that, somehow, he was nearly going off again. He hadn't even noticed he was hard! But he could feel the rush of liquid rolling through his belly, and she purred against his back, both paws clawing into his chest, burying her breasts against him as her hips ground in tight. "Gods..." she rasped, hips still rolling slowly as a few more spasms pushed up his intestines. "This is... how boys have it?" She giggled breathlessly.

He was reeling, his tailhole burning fiercely, his world seeming to spin slowly end over end. How many times had he dreamed of having someone that wanted to...? Now, he had it, but of all things it was...? A girl? A dead girl? What was happening to him? This was too intense, too painful to be a dream, but he knew it felt right. It hurt, but that burn, that ache in his gut... h-he'd do better next time. Wait, why was he already thinking there'd be a next time?

A paw wrapped around his shaft, which was hard as steel, buried in the mattress through his ruined jammies. He gasped, shuddering, and she chuckled knowingly. "There you are... I knew it. But..." She paused, and sighed. "I still want... hrmmm..." She seemed to consider, slowly stroking along his spunk-slick length, and he quivered on and off, slowly pulling his pillow tight against his face. Finally, Veronica shifted, letting him go. "Alright. I know." Something lurched through him. For an instant, everything down there was immensely confusing-- and he was empty, just like that. She'd left a tingle in his hip, and now she was pulling him over, rolling him on his back, half-tangled in the blankets. He hadn't even felt her pull out! Had she... gone straight through him? It was a strange thought. But she was crawling on top of him, straddling him, and it was hard to deny the evidence before his eyes. Even when, blinking several times at her pale form looming over him, he realized that her "manhood" looked familiar.

"Uh... is that...?" He was pretty sure wolves looked different from bats. That looked...!

"Your dick? Kinda." The wolfess giggled softly as she settled sitting on his belly, those plump balls resting on his fine fur, though from his point of view they disappeared into his blanket halfway down. This was messing with his head.

Still, he couldn't help but stare. "Did you... make it bigger?" He was pretty sure he wasn't hung like that. Though... it looked smaller than it had felt inside him, too.

She laughed, though struggling to keep it quiet. She glanced to the door briefly, looking a little annoyed. "No! You've got a nice cock, Jared..." She purred, stroking over it slowly.

His eyes fastened to that glistening head, so familiar in shape, but cast in pale blue, a faded image against the darkness. He could see her belly through it, and the far wall through her. Still, he could make out a swelling bead of pre on the tip, quickly spread down over the shaft under her stroking fingers. "Mmnh..." She sighed, wriggling back a little. There might have been an instant of resistance as she pushed her rump back through the blanket, through the tent his helpless arousal created, and suddenly soft, furry cheeks were snuggling around his shaft even as the blanket weighed down on his tip through his pajamas. This was definitely getting weird. But even so, he couldn't help but grind up a little into that softness, biting his lip, and she murred her satisfaction, rolling right back into his grind. He quickly found his length buried tight between her cheeks, grinding up and down her crack as he panted out.

His arms were struggling with his blankets, mussed up in the rolling about earlier, and finally he managed to push it up and loose a little. The air of the room was still terribly cold, but he was already starting to sweat under the blankets. If he pushed them away, he'd freeze in an instant! Gritting his teeth, he tried reaching down, and pushing that blanket up... It phased right through her, a rising mound sliding through her belly, and he reached blindly under the blanket-- wrapping his fingers around her rump. She cooed under his touch, her body swaying to grind into his embrace, though to his eyes she was the top half of a woman jutting out of the bulge his hands made in the blanket. His eyes just could not make sense of what was going on right now, and his hands could only do so much better. But... he did like what he felt. Just...

"Um..." He cleared his throat. "I, uh... I kinda like..." He glanced up to her, then away. "...Thicker women." She was still a moment. "Y-you asked, wh--"

She drew a deep breath, and let a small giggle go. "Thicker? Like... this?" Her eyes hooded, almost closed, she focused, and he could feel her backside swell under his fingers. Snug little cheeks that only barely hugged his shaft bulged to slowly surround him, and he couldn't help but groan, nodding a little as he ground up into that plush ass. "What else?" She breathed.

He blinked his eyes open again, though he couldn't help grinding slowly up into that softness even as he considered. Finally, he dragged one hand out of the blankets and reached up. "Um... here..." He hesitated just a moment, his hand hovering over her chest, before he gently grabbed one of her breasts, already decently sized. He drew his fingers out a little, looking up at her, and she smirked. Slowly, her breasts expanded, her cleavage deepening, two smallish handfuls pushing up into impressive knockers. He considered, blushing, and drew his hand back a little further. A moment, and they swelled again, becoming great, swollen jugs he couldn't encompass even with two hands. He sighed. "That's good..." He managed a shy grin even as he throbbed happily between her thick cheeks, and his eyes flicked up and down her body. A few moments, and he guided her, almost sculpting her strange, ephemeral flesh with his hand, drawing her belly into a healthy pudge and pulling her hips out, broad and fertile. He sighed at length, staring at her new, curvaceous form, trying to find something to improve. He couldn't. "F-fucking amazing..." He breathed.

She giggled softly, a roll of those newly broadened hips smothering his aching hard shaft. "Careful you don't blow too soon. You owe me a ride..."

His ears perked, and he started to form a question, but she was sliding into motion, pulling back and up, dragging his tip down that lush crack. He'd hardly noticed the moisture dribbling down his belly, but suddenly a hot, wet kiss pushed to his tip, and it was all he could do to hold back a moan. W-wait, did she mean...?

Plump lips split around him, and his mouth fell open, his throat seizing shut, and he grabbed hastily for his pillow again, stuffing it over his face as he found himself digging deep into a molten honeypot, inch after inch getting devoured by the overheated cunnie this wolfess had kept hidden behind that twitching cock. H-he'd decided long ago he wasn't really interested in that particular feature, but feeling her positively melt around his aching shaft, juices already trickling down his shaft ahead of her voracious slit, he found he couldn't say no. W-well, if... if this was the price to pay, to get what he wanted then... h-he supposed he could just deal with it! His hips ached with the stubborn effort of not thrusting up into that mind-numbing slick warmth, but his other hand was struggling down there. He was getting tired of feeling his strained pajamas pulling on his tip! It was downright bizarre layered over this... sloppy sweet hole. His brain told him it didn't make sense that he was pulling his pajamas down, over his tip and down his thighs while he was buried in the wolfess, but it was done. He puffed into the pillow, letting groans pour out of him as she finally planted her freshly fattened ass tight in his lap.

That's when she grabbed his hand, pulling it off the pillow. He barely had time to swallow down a moan before she batted the pillow aside, letting him blink up at her grinning face. "You need something to keep you quiet? I bet I know what you'd like." She scooped her paw behind his head and dragged him up, curling him up tight to shove her nodding, drooling cock right in his face. He stared at it from maybe an inch away, blinking rapidly and grunting at the shift of position. This was... this was his dick. She expected him to suck his own dick?

He might have said something to that effect, but she was already pulling on his legs, forcing his hips to roll up, and suddenly his own pointed tip shoved between his lips. He couldn't feel his own mouth or anything, but he couldn't escape that thought. He even recognized the taste. Blushing brightly, he suckled meekly at her rod, and she growled softly. A few impatient tugs dragged his legs up properly, planting his feet on the bed and rolling his hips up so his entire torso curved tightly under her broad form. She wrapped both paws tight around his head now, and pulled him right down that throbbing shaft with a grin. He shuddered as thick flesh pushed his lips wide apart and slid down his tongue, which couldn't help but slowly slither up that length, remembering his many fantasies. He'd even practiced with his fingers, or just tongued at the air, pretending someone was...

Finally feeling that flesh slide into his muzzle, he couldn't help but suckle at it, lick over it, and she cooed her approval, fingers flexing on the back of his skull. Slowly, her hips set to rocking back and forth, dragging off his aching shaft to bury its duplicate deeper in his muzzle, until it jammed against the back of his throat. He gurgled and tensed, wincing. He'd tried messing with his gag reflex a little, but it had gotten unpleasant quickly. This wasn't really a good position for it, either. She eased off, thankfully, and he swallowed before dragging down a ragged breath or two. It was just a little harder catching air with this thing stuffed in his muzzle, but he did his best to keep up, pressing his tongue snug to the underside of that shaft to let her grind right down a welcome mat and nuzzle into the roof of his mouth with each stroke. By the little noises trickling from above, she seemed to like it well enough, and Jared felt a certain warm rush roll through him, hearing her sigh in ecstasy as she fucked his face.

Soon, she found an intense rhythm, shoving her jiggling rump tight into his lip, swallowing up his shaft, then thrusting forward to stuff his face in turn, bouncing between the two points with a rapidly building eagerness. She leaked pants and giggles as her fingers curled in his hair and toyed with his ears, her body lunging hungrily between devouring and feeding him. The young bat had already spent himself twice tonight, but between the luscious embrace of that ephemeral pussy --not just an embrace, but a wild, pouncing envelopment, spreading a wet mess over his crotch-- between that and the feel of this thick, hot piece of meat throbbing in delight between his lips, dragging a series of stringing juices out to slop down his chin... He couldn't hold out. He was trying, and his hands dragged up, free of the blanket and seizing at her breasts, unsure if he was trying to warn her, help her get off, or just giving in and doing what he'd wanted to since the start. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, wondefully real to the touch even if he could see through them. Jutting nipples prodded at his palms as he molded at them with increasing desperation, letting them speak his trembling tension for him as she sawed across his nerves with her reckless double-edged rutting.

The wolfess keened sweetly as she started to tense, and he jumped. She was getting too loud! But she had a tight grip on his head-- and she was fucking him wildly now, bashing against the back of his throat over and over. His vision blurred as his eyes watered, thick, gurgling noises rising from his throat as she tried to ram into it. He struggled to keep control of himself, his face beet red as the girl's hips rushed desperately at his face. He forgot all about his orgasm-- and promptly exploded inside her, hips lunging up as his balls flexed, aching, to pump a hot load into her ghostly womb. She moaned out sweetly, then her voice cut off as her body arched. Thick gushes burst in the back of his throat, and it was all he could do to swallow it down, to fight his reflexes and gulp wad after thick wad of... of whatever it was she was pouring into him. It didn't taste like his spunk, but it felt similar, plastering the root of his tongue and clinging to his throat, sticky and slimy and only reluctantly rolling down into his belly.

And it was in that silence, half a second after her orgasm finally peaked, that a heavy pounding crashed against the wall. They both froze, quivering, firing off in near unison, and he could only swallow painfully, eyes wide open and stinging, his balls jerking fitfully to find something else to push into this strange, dead woman. His father. Pounding on the wall. Just a warning... this time. His hands reached up, trembling, grasping at her shoulder and pulling her down enough for him to spread shaky fingers over her mouth. She finally let a shaky sigh go, staring down at him, consternation on her face as she breathed through his fingers, muffling her low grunts and shudders as she pumped her last dregs down his throat, still straining against the very back of his muzzle.

Finally, she sagged over him, slouching low and nearly bent over. Her breasts sat on his head, though they tried to roll off to either side, and her paws trembled around his skull as her shaft softened and lazily dragged back, softening, and finally slipped from his lips. He swallowed once or twice more before finally managing a few desperate little gasps for air. Her fingers loosened, and his head fall back heavy on the bed, his chest swelling with deep, if unsteady breaths. For a moment, they were still, lingering in the moment, the aching sweetness of satisfaction, of relief, with a bitter twist of...

He looked up at her, finally, and there was a question in her eyes. His mouth tightened, and he looked away. And, slowly... she faded. The gentle glow of her body dimmed into nothingness, and the warmth of her thighs against his belly, the sweet slick of her sex around his exhausted manhood, it dwindled rather suddenly just as she disappeared completely.

And he was alone. Lying in bed, his bedding tangled, his pajama pants still stretched across his knees, his dick slowly reclining to rest on his belly. In the silence, in the dark, he could almost believe it had been nothing but an intense fantasy.

But... his throat was still banged up, and already feeling a little sore. He almost imagined he could feel the outline of her, the impression that dick had left squeezed tight into the narrow space between his soft palate and his tongue. And, more than that... there was a certain strange weight in his middle. When he shifted, wearily trying to straighten his clothes and bedding, it sloshed around in a strange way. Thick, and still hot. He blushed afresh, shuddering, one hand cradling his belly. Had it really been that much...?

He was exhausted, but lying in that bed, he found himself staring into the darkness a long time before sleep finally had mercy on him.