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Messages in the Dark

Part 1

By XP Author

The jackal slammed the door shut behind him with a heavy sigh. He shook a little to shake the water off of his coat and fur, though it only did so much. The rain was absolutely throwing it down outside, and even just the short walk between his car and his front door had gotten him drenched. Slipping the coat off, he hung it on a hook by the door, kicking his sodden shoes off with them. He quickly stripped himself of all the rest of his clothing as he walked further into the house. It was not like he had to worry about anyone seeing him naked, as he lived by himself.

The house was a bit big for a single bachelor, but he had been given the place. His uncle had moved abroad to be with his boyfriend in Italy, but didn't want the place to just go up for sale to anyone, so now it was Mick's. The timing was good, too, as he had just graduated college at the time. Though he really didn't do much with the place over the years. The living room was barely used, the big TV on the wall more for if he ever had anyone over. Though he would need friends for that kind of thing, something he did not have many of. At least offline. It was probably for the best, considering his proclivities.

He went through his usual routine after getting home from work. Shower, TV dinner, and a fresh pot of coffee. Today, he went for the blend labeled as Breakfast Waffle, with hints of cinnamon and maple. He considered himself something of a coffee snob, but not the pretentious kind, just a lover of different blends. With his second mug in hand, he made his way to what he called his office. It used to be the spare bedroom, but he had set up a nice desk and computer in there, along with a set of workout weights he never used.

After the computer booted up, he turned on all his usual security and masking programs, then logged into D-Gen Cafe to see if anything new had been posted. He usually spent most of his night going through the snuff-focused forum, watching the uploaded videos or picture archives, usually jerking off to a few of them. He was something of a frequent commenter, his username being PapaMicky2799. He was surprised to see he had a private message. He was even more surprised to see just who it was that sent it. It was the user MadLilyPad87. He remembered the name from a few days ago, one of the people commenting on a recent bounty proof video. They had put out a very common 'I wish that was me' comment, and he jokingly offered to snuff her.

He opened the message, and it was pretty simple. "Hey. Sorry to contact you out of the blue like this. I was just wondering if you were serious about your offer to kill me? If this is weird, you can just ignore it." He hadn't actually thought much about it since making the comment. Had they actually thought he was serious? He clicked their name to open the profile to see if he could learn anything more. Unfortunately, it was pretty blank. It only said that their chosen pronouns were she/her and that they had been a member for almost 4 years. Even the profile picture was just a cartoony lilypad in bright red. Though he was not one to judge, as his own profile was just as bare, his own profile picture just some clipart of pizza.

Going back to the message, he noted that it had only been sent an hour ago. He decided to reply, being up front and honest. "Hey. I was mostly joking around. Sorry." He stared at the screen for a moment after sending it, as if he expected some kind of instant reply. After a few minutes, he just went back to browsing the forums. It didn't seem like there was much new, at least for content. A lot of discussions in a few threads. The one about the new interview show was pretty lively, people suggesting who to interview, some questions, and generally giving feedback to the first episode. There was a fairly heated debate happening if interviewing killers was a good idea or not, though most of the replies pointed out that it was no less dangerous than posting snuff videos or pictures.

After a little bit, Mick noticed he got another private message. It was again from MadLilyPad87. "Oh. Damn. I've been looking for someone to kill me in a sexy way for a long time, but I can't afford one of those bounties. Kinda hoped you might do it... Sorry if this sounds really weird. haha" He smirked. They seemed almost as awkward as he was.

He gave another reply. "I'm sorry. Though I'm sure you'll find someone who would love to snuff someone willing like you." He shook his head, feeling a bit odd saying something like that to a complete stranger. Though that was just how D-Gen worked. Before he sent the reply, he added to it. "How would you want to die? I'm just curious." He was not sure why he asked. It was not like he was ever likely to meet this person, and even less likely to kill them. As much as he was into snuff and death and necrophilia, he was not sure he could take that step.

He again found himself staring at the screen, as if they would respond on the spot. He shook his head at himself and went back to browsing. For almost an hour, he just read through the threads, not adding anything to the conversations. He decided to call it an early night, though he did check to see if he had gotten a response. Nothing yet. So he just logged off and turned everything off. Even with the coffee, he was feeling pretty tired. His job was not exactly strenuous, but more tedious, with long stretches of nothing. And the rain pounding away at the windows outside, along with the thunder rolling far away, was enough to make him want to just curl up and do nothing. It lulled him to sleep quickly.

He awoke the next morning as his phone made a loud ping. Groaning, he reached over to grab it from the nightstand. When he missed twice, he was forced to open his eyes and look to grab it. He winced as the screen came on, far too bright for this early. He had two text messages, both from his boss, the owner of the company he worked at. "Mick. Weather is saying that the rain won't be stopping any time soon. They're talking flooding and driving bans. So don't bother coming in today." The second read, "Enjoy the long weekend. See you on Monday. -Sal"

He blinked, then turned to look at the window, realizing he was still hearing the rain outside. "Well fuck. Hope it's not a hurricane or something." He yawned and debated curling back up under the blankets, but he knew he was awake now. He gave a reply to his boss, just letting him know he got the message, and then forced himself to get out of bed. Breakfast was a bagel with cream cheese and more coffee, this time something called Morning Jog, a richer roast with some subtle spices and a bit of a bite that he liked. With nothing better to do, he got back to his office, booting everything up. He figured he could spend the day playing some games or just veg out and watch some movies. On habit, he found himself logging into D-Gen, not expecting anything to have changed in the last few hours since he was there. Instead, he saw he had not one, but three private messages, all from MadLilyPad87.

He saw each of them was from several hours ago. He started with the oldest. "I'm not really sure. I've thought about it a lot. I think I'd like something really violent, though. Like, watching those girls losing their heads like that, especially while they were cumming so hard, screaming and then just nothing, bodies squirting blood and juices all over the place. Something like that really gets me hot, especially imagining it was me having my head go rolling away just as I'm having the biggest orgasm of my life! Though it doesn't have to be losing my head. Maybe just my throat being slit, or maybe just snapping my neck." He blinked at just how open she was about how they wanted to die at the height of pleasure, especially someone she doesn't know. Though that was pretty normal for people on the site.

He moved onto the second message. "I've also thought about choking a lot. Strangling or hanging. I tried to do some auto-asphyxiation, but I could never really get the hang of it. (ha!) And I can't exactly ask anyone around me to help, you know? I have played a little with self-harm, but in a sexy way. But it's not the same as if someone else was going to do it. I'm sorry if this is all TMI stuff." He smiled, sipping at his coffee. She really was just throwing it all out there for him to read. He checked the last message. "Hey, I hope this isn't too personal, but... if you want to talk more, maybe you could send me a message over on Harmony? If you have it. I'm on there as LilyRad. Or you can just ignore this. I know you don't know me. Hope this doesn't seem too creepy or sudden. Just kinda looking for someone to talk to. Anyway, I hope you message me later. Or just have a good day. Or night. Whatever time it is for you." he could practically hear the awkwardness in her words.

Harmony was a messenger program, a pretty commonly used one at that, so he did have an account, under the name TechMickal. He decided there was no harm in sending her a message. At least he really hoped it was a her. The profile on D-Gen had said they preferred she/her, but they could be trans or herm or any of those others. He was by no means trasphobic, but he also was pretty solidly straight. Though he also knew the chances of this actually being a girl were probably pretty low. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, so he sent a message. "Hey. This is PapaMicky2799 from the cafe. Got your messages. I'll be around all day today, so poke me whenever you see this." Now he did wait to see if she responded.

She didn't. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well. It is a Friday. She might be at work. Or still asleep. Or not at her computer." Or any number of other reasons. He let his own awkwardness go and decided to just occupy himself with a game. He had gotten himself pretty addicted to a factory sim lately. You set up various manufacturing and gathering sites, and have to link them together to make more complicated things. It was a pretty chill game, but one he could, and had, lost hours playing and trying to make as efficient as he could.

For the next several hours, he kept alt-tabbing back to the messenger to see if he got a reply, despite knowing that it would make a sound if he did. He didn't even know why he was so anxious about this. He didn't know the girl. Hell, he didn't even know if it was a girl. Eventually, as morning turned to afternoon, and eventually evening, he figured he really should get some food. Outside of the light breakfast, he really hadn't eaten. Though he was hardly a big eater to begin with, which didn't help his skinny, and in at least his opinion, nerdy look. Even now, just one of the TV dinners was enough for him. His freezer was packed with the things, as they were just about all he ever had the effort to make. He knew how to cook, it was just bothering to do it that was the problem.

He was just walking back to his office when he heard the messenger ping, making his ears perk. He moved maybe a little more quickly than he should to get back to the computer and pull it up. Sure enough, it was a reply. "Hey! I'm so sorry for not replying to you earlier. I had to pull a double shift today. I just got home. But I'm glad you decided I wasn't too creepy to talk to! lol"

He smirked, hopping back to his game to save it and close it down so he could focus on the chat. "Double shift? Sounds horrible. I hope you're not too tired."

"I'm absolutely exhausted. But not too tired to chat to a new friend! Or potential friend. sorry im bad at this small talk thing"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "You're okay. I'm not the best at it either. But if you're really tired and need to call it an early night, we can talk more tomorrow? I have weekends off, so if you would rather talk once you're rested, I can wait." Like he would have any kind of choice anyway. Still, eager as he was to talk to her, for reasons he still hadn't fully figured out, he would prefer it when she was more willing and able.

The program said she was typing, then stopped. Then it said it again, and did this a few more times. He knew what that meant, since he was the same a lot. She was trying to figure out how best to word whatever she had to say, or she was indecisive in the answer. Eventually, her reply came through. "Weekends off. Wow. I wish I had that. I work the next 4 days in a row. I'm good to talk now though. For a bit. I'll let you know if I start nodding off. But if I do, it's not you. Just work."

His curiosity was getting the better of him. "4 days in a row after a double? Jeeze. What is it that you do?"

"I'm a department manager at a big chain supermarket. Green Deens. I dunno if you have them where you are, but they're pretty big around here."

"Yeah, we have GreeDees around here, but I don't usually shop there myself. Department Manager though. Sounds impressive. And hectic." This coming from someone who effectively ran the shop half the time it was open.

"Ah no. not really impressive but definitely hectic. Its their fancy way of saying I'm in charge of herding the wild teenagers that we call cashiers, and I'm the one that they get to call over for annoying customers to yell at." He winced at that. THAT he could relate to. "The girl who was supposed to be working this afternoon called in sick last minute. Again. and because she's fucking the store manager, she'll get away with it. Again."

He scoffed. "Well, it's like they say. It's not what you know, but who you'll let stick their dick in you."

"Amen to that brother! But enough about my shitty job. What do you do? If you don't mind telling me."

He thought about how to word it so it didn't sound like he was showing off. "I work for a Laptop and Phone repair shop in town. I'm the lead technician. In that I'm the ONLY technician, apart from the owner. But we're a small place so it's usually just one of us at any time. And I get being yelled at by angry customers."

"Oh wow! That DOES sound impressive. Does it pay well? Asking for a friend." This was followed by a little wink emote, which made him chuckle.

"Well enough to get by. I'm not going to be a millionaire any time soon, but I can pay my bills and buy some nice coffee for myself when I have the urge."

"Sounds nice. I barely make enough to make ends meet most of the time. Everything around here is stupid fucking high. The only reason I can afford stuff most of the time is because I get an employee discount."

He blinked, suddenly confused. "But you can afford a membership to D-Gen?"

"Yeah, I know. I really shouldn't spend that kind of money every month, but its like the one good thing in my life right now. That and my vibrator. I have a really good vibrator!" He laughed again. "I'll show it to you sometime."

He smiled. "I mean, I wouldn't complain. Especially if you were showing it off while using it." He regretted typing that the moment he pressed enter. He quickly added. "Hope that doesn't sound too creepy."

"Hey, considering why I first messaged you, I think you're allowed to be creepy! But its okay. And... I mean I could if you want to. Its sitting right next to me right now." That made him pause. Was he really going to ask this girl he had been talking to for all of 10 minutes just show him herself masturbating? Not like he didn't watch porn of people he had never or would never meet...

He still shook his head. "Sexy as that sounds, how about another day. When you're not so tired? That way you can enjoy it? And... be in the right mindset to make that choice."

"Aww what a gentleman! I wouldn't mind showing off to you. But you are right. I'm probably not my prettiest right now anyway. I havent even showered yet so im pretty gross."

"I'm sure you're just pretty."

"you really are a sweet talker! Here. How about this then?" The message was followed by a picture, clearly taken from a phone. He gasped as it loaded. It showed a very pretty, if completely exhausted looking tiger smiling up from atop what looked like a bed. While he wouldn't call her drop dead gorgeous or anything, she was still quite pretty. Especially with how haggard she looked. Her big, yellow eyes had that slight reflective quality cats had, and there were clear bags under them. Her wavy red hair was frazzled in all directions, popping out of what looked like a ponytail. It was just a headshot, not showing any more past her neck, but that was fine.

"Wow. You're pretty." He looked around, trying to find his own phone. He eventually spotted it under a napkin. He didn't bother questioning how it got there. He was convinced phones all secretly had legs to move around on their own.

"I dunno about that. I don't think i'm that pretty. But thank you." This was followed by a little heart.

"No, I mean it. I think you're pretty. Not super-model pretty, but that's probably better. You look like... normal pretty. Like someone you could just talk to. If that makes sense." he held his phone up and snapped a selfie, then took a look and winced. "Ugh. I'm so bad at this." He tried again, and rejected it again.

"thank you. And it does"

He finally just gave up and picked the one of the bunch that looked the least bad to him, and sent that to the Harmony app on the phone. "Well, you shared, so I will. Sorry about the bit of a mess and bad angle. I'm really bad at selfies." The picture was of him just grinning at the camera. He realized that the angle did kind of catch that he had no shirt on, showing his bare shoulders. He also realized he probably should have brushed his hair. It wasn't very long, just a short bit of black sticking out of the sandy tan fur on his head.

"Awww! What a cute puppy!" This was followed by not one, but three heart emotes.

"Jackal, actually." He got confused for a dog a lot. Usually a German Shepherd.

"Oooo, how exotic! I've never met a jackal before!"

He smiled. "Yeah, not surprised. There aren't a whole lot of us in the US."

"Oh, so you are in the US? Cool!"

He got this kind of thing a lot, too. "Yeah. Born and raised. Though my family is originally from Egypt."

"Man, that is so cool! Now I really wanna know more about you. ...but I am really starting to have trouble keeping my eyes open. Plus my shift tomorrow starts at 6am so I should really try and sleep."

He nodded, understanding. "Okay. You get some sleep. Like I said. I'll be around all day for the whole weekend, so you can talk to me when you get home. If you're up for it."

"Yeah! I'd love that! Maybe I'll show you some more of me then!" Another wink emote. He certainly wouldn't say no to that. "Hey, what timezone are you in? I'm in EST. It's 9:49pm right now."

He looked over at the clock. "Same. Eastern. 9:50 PM."

"Oh! Sweet! That'll make it a lot easier. I get off tomorrow at 3pm. I should be home and on around 4 or 5. Sound good?"

"Yeah. I'll be around."

"Awesome! I'll talk to you then, cute jackal woof!"

He chuckled with a slight smirk. "Sleep well, stripy cat." He got a heart emote as a reply, then it said she was offline. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well. That went... better than expected!" At least he was fairly positive it was actually a girl now! Though it was only the one picture, so... "No." He berated himself. "No overthinking this. It's a cute woman who is actually talking to you. And into the thing you shouldn't be! Gotta ask her about that tomorrow..." He sighed. "And now you're talking to yourself again." He shook his head. "Maybe I should go lay down, too."

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Over the next several days, the two continued to chat. Most of it was getting to know each other things. He learned that she was a bit of a gamer nerd herself, though she rarely had the time or energy to spend on the hobby these days. Most of her life seemed to be consumed by her work, though not for the love of it, but just to get by. He suspected that was a big part of why she had asked for someone to snuff her. That and the fetish part, of course. He hadn't had the courage to ask yet.

"So, he's fucking one of the assistant managers?" They had been talking about her boss, the store manager of the GreeDees she worked at.

"Oh yeah. That one pretty much everyone knows. But I'm pretty sure he's also banging a bunch of the cashiers, too. Most of them are still teens, too."

Mick shook his head. "Man, this guy sounds like a real piece of work."

"He's an asshole. He tried to proposition me, too, but... ew. He's old enough to be my dad. I might be a horny bitch, but I'm not desperate."

He smirked. "Oh, you're horny, huh?" He had gotten more comfortable teasing with her like this over the last few days.

"haha Pretty much always. Horny and tired. Those are my constants" This was followed by "Well, that and depressed, I guess."

He winced, frowning a little. "I'm sorry. You really need a new job."

"Desperately! I also need a good dick! But both are in short supply around here."

He licked his lips, hesitating to type the question on his mind. After a minute, he went ahead and asked anyway. "So, no boyfriend or SO or anything?"

"Nope. Not since high school. I don't have the energy for going out and trying the dating thing. Or the money."

He nodded slowly, understanding that. "Yeah, I can get that. The dating thing can be pretty stressful."

"Yeah. Plus, trying to find a guy that would hurt me the right ways is kinda... hard." She had been pretty open about being a masochist with him. Not that it was surprising from a D-Gen member. A lot were into the BDSM thing on there. "What about you? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Side bitch you like to fuck on the weekend and hope your wife doesn't find out?"

He laughed. "Haha! No! No side bitch or wife or any of that. I'm very single. I've never really been in a serious relationship before."

"What!? A nice, cute guy like you!? C'mon, you've got to have girls that would love to give you a ride!"

"No. I've had offers, but I'm" He shook his head, deleting that and trying again. "Not really. It's mostly men that offer, but I'm pretty solidly straight."

"really? Mostly guys?"

"yeah. Being a skinny guy, I guess I give off twink vibes." He looked down at his flat belly and flatter chest. He really should use those weights he got a few years ago...

"Just proves that you're cute." She kept calling him that. "How old are you? You don't have to say, just curious."

He blinked at the sudden question. "I'm 27."

"Oh wow! You're only a year older than I am. I thought you were going to say you were in your 40's or something!"

"And yet you're still flirting with me? I thought you didn't like older guys like your boss."

"Well. Kinda. I do like older guys, too, but not like him. He's also ugly as hell. He's a big, fat rabbit with this splotchy fur and weird teeth. No idea how some of the girls can stand banging him. Probably has a big dick."

He looked down at his own shaft, the thing sitting limp for the moment. "I guess that's all it takes for some people."

"I guess, but I look at the whole package, not JUST the package." She quickly added. "Dick size isn't everything!"

He laughed a little, reading a bit between the lines. "Don't worry, I don't have a micropenis. I mean I'm not hung like a stallion, either. About... 7 inches I guess? I've never really measured it."

"Hey, 7 is pretty good! Do you have a knot, too? Or a sheath? Do jackals have those kinds of things? Sorry if this is a bit weird..."

Mick chuckled. "It's okay. I do have a knot, but no sheath."

"Cool! I've always thought knots were really sexy. But I've never had a real one before. Never dated anyone canine or canine-adjacent." He would have to remember 'canine-adjacent' for the future. "I do have this, though." This was followed by a picture. A fuzzy orange hand was holding a dildo of some kind, shaped and textured to look like a canine penis, complete with knot. It was hard to tell without some reference, but it looked like it was probably bigger than he was. It was also a vibrant green.

"This the vibrator you keep telling me about?"

"Yup! Apparently its name is Chuck, according to the site I got it from. They give names to all their toy models like that. 9 inches long, including the 4 inch wide knot at the bottom."

"That's some knot! Well, 'Chuck' is definitely bigger than me. Also, mine isn't green. Just a boring fleshy pink."

"Aww, no need to be jealous of Chuck. He's a good companion but nothing like the real thing! I'm sure you'd measure up better in the end."

He laughed. "Maybe. Would require some experimentation to find out."

"I'd be willing test it..." She sent another picture, and he gasped. This was a far more full body shot of her. She was still on her bed, looking slightly less frazzled than the last time. She had the dildo up to her mouth, lapping at the tip all sexy like. She was also showing off her chest to him. He was not very good at guessing sizes, but they were pretty large. The picture showed enough down to her belly, which was a little plump. The white fur along her belly turned into the orangy-red at her sides, with the telltale tiger stripes contrasting to stand out.

Now he was hard. "Damn. You are sexy!"

"mmm thank you. You don't mind my mom-bod?"

He laughed again. "Never heard it called that before. No, I don't mind. I think you're really cute. You look very soft. I'm sure you'd be comfy to cuddle against."

There was a bit of a delay in the response. Not that he minded. He was just staring at the picture, slowly stroking himself as he stared at her. Eventually, she did reply. "I'd love to have you cuddling me up close. Just pressed against me, using me however you want."

He smirked. "My hand around your throat, squeezing tight to choke you as you beg for more." He was really working at himself now.

"oh fuck thats hot!" After a moment, she sent another message. "jjust thinking about that gets me goign" this was followed by another picture that he stared at. A close up of her pussy. A pair of fingers parted the lips, showing the pink inside and the glistening juices within. Before he could respond, she sent another, this time of the green toy half-way slid into her, though most of the shaft was coated in her juices.

He stroked himself even harder as he saw this, then got an idea. He grabbed his phone, taking a quick picture of his hand wrapped around his shaft. He was sure to get the base included, though it wasn't swollen much yet. He sent that to her before he could regret the snap decision. "Got me going too"

"What a pretty cock! I want it sliding into me so badly. Just pushed up into my greedy pussy while you squeeze my throat." He imagined she was working at herself with the toy now, the thought only making him moan as well as he stroked himself to the thought.

"Fucking you deep and hard. My knot swelling as your body begs for air. I only squeeze harder, not letting you breathe" He let out a moan at the thought, the image in his head very clearly of him stuffing himself into this cute tiger, strangling her at the same time. She would be begging for more. "push my hard knot up into you. Fill you with my seed, even as you start to fade in my hands. Holding you close as I continue to choke the life out of you. The last thing you feel my cum oozing into your womb as you die in my arms."

There was a very notable delay before she responded. "oh fuck yes!" was all she said. He thought about all of that, her masturbating to the same thoughts of him strangling her while filling her up. His knot really was swollen now, his cock twitching in his hand. He looked up when he heard the ping again. "came so hard to that" It was with a picture again, showing the toy had been fully stuffed into her, knot and all. Juices drooled freely around the base, running down her rear. It was not long before he grunted, cumming harder than he had in a long while. His jizz shot out, some splashing onto his belly, most of it drooling down his hand and shaft while more oozed from the tip.

He picked up his phone with the hand that wasn't currently covered in jizz and took a picture of the mess. He used a nearby tissue to wipe his hand clean so he could type. "me too"

"Wow! That is a lot! Wish I was there. I would lap all to clean you"

He chuckled "i'd love that. Though that is only if you were still breathing. I'd still use that pretty mouth to clean me up, though."

"ah! Yes! Fuck yes! Damn nearly made me cum again from that thought!" He grinned wide. "where exactly do you live? I'm in Atlanta. You don't have to say if you don't want to."

"I don't mind. I'm in a town called Southland Springs. About 30 miles south-east of Alta Ferro City."

"Oh wow! I've never been to AFC! How is it?"

He sighed. "Big. The city's fucking huge and very busy and overwhelming. I'm happy to live outside of the main city itself.

"oh. Pretty far from Georgia, too. Dammit why can't you live closer so you can snuff me and fuck my corpse?"

"Because life isn't fair. Trust me, if I was closer, I wouldn't hesitate to stuff a greedy pussy's greedy pussy."

"lol" He grabbed another few tissues to start cleaning himself up. "maybe next time we can do this over voice. I would love to hear you moaning as you cum in me."

He smiled wide. "Yeah. I think that would be fun. I would love to hear you moaning, too."

"Oh, i'm a screamer!"

"Even better"

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