Film Night
"Film night" by Katzle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All furs portrayed are just figments of my imagination, and it's all copyright 2004 by me as well, so no posting it anywhere's without asking me. Lastly, no furs were harmed in the making of this story - unless they really wanted to be. Ya wanna comment to me personally? Send me something at -->Ket(at) werewolf{period}mine[period] NU<-- I'll be glad to hear from you. One more thing - enjoy!! ^.^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Money was at a low ebb that week so rather than go out for their third date, Tekka and Brindon were walking through the aisles of a local dvd rental store, looking for a film. Upon entering the store, the lithe grey feline Tekka had zoomed away, disappearing amongst the tall racks of dvds, greed in his wide green eyes like a prospecter looking to lay a claim. Brindon, a somewhat muscular patchwork black-and-white collie, found himself suddenly abandoned. He stood there for a second, then shrugged and wandered about casually; being taller than the racks, he figured Tekka would be able to find him when he was ready to. Some time later, Brindon was reading the back of a dvd case in the horror section when Tekka was suddenly at his side. "Aw, I didn't find anything that I haven't already seen or want to. This place never --" Tekka interrupted himself by jumping to grab a dvd off the shelf, nearly bumping into Brindon. "Whoa, I haven't seen this one in forever! It's really really good!" Brindon peered at the dvd case that Tekka held up. "What's it about?" "It's about this woman who's in a car accident; all her freinds die but seems to survive, but as things go on she's being haunted by all these dead people. It's sorta dated, but it's still cool." Brindon made a slight face. "Meh, I already rejected that one. I was thinking about this one." Tekka took the proffered dvd and looked. The title "The Cabin In The Woods Killer IV" was rendered in torn and bloody letters above ther image of an overly nubile and scantily dressed vixen being chased through some woods by a shadowy figure wielding a large, brightly shining axe. "Ooo, an art film, I love those! Does it have a mime or a sad clown in it who functions like a greek chorus or a mouthpeice for the director, who pops in to comment on the futility of furry existance?" Brindon chuckled, "If so, let's hope he's the first victim. Think you can sit through it?" Tekka's muzzle split with a grin, "Sure, I'll watch just about anything, with you." Back at Tekka's place, they both settled on the small worn couch, lit only by the cool glow from the screen, each sipping from a bottle of beer. Brindon stayed more or less upright, while Tekka sprawled himself into the corner of the couch, resting one leg over Brindon's, his non-beered paw on Brindon's back. The film was about a group of six good looking, if dim, teens who went up into the woods to party at an abandoned cabin. The vixen from the cover of the box was named Heather, who had a male fox love interest. Her four other friends were two skunks and mice, paired off both by species and (heterosexually) gender. On the trip up the friends had talked about what to do now that they had graduated high school, Heather said her ambition in life was to be an actress. Tekka laughed, "Wow, talk about the futility of furry existance... or hers at least." The group of friends stopped at a small general store for food and beer. The store owner, a weathered looking old wolf, told them about a dangerous hermit who used to live in the woods not far away. "Yep, he up and killed some kids a few years ago who're staying at the cabin, but they never caught him - vanished off into the woods, like a ghost." "Like the plot," Tekka chuckled. "Then he did it again, and then again," the old wolf continued. "That last time they found his cave, blewed it up too, but they dunno if he really was inside or not... So... you kids be careful up there." "Don't worry," Tekka said with a grin, "we've got condoms." "I'd hate to see something happen to you kids too." "Yeah, you know, like in the last three movies," Tekka laughed. Once at the cabin, the friends went for a swim in the lake nearby, giving the filmmakers an excuse to show all the girls in their bikinis, especially Heather. While her friends swam and splashed about in the lake, Heather made her way back to the beach and sat back on a towel, sunning her wet body. "There's such a nice view here...", she observed happily. Tekka snorted as the camera panned down her body, "Yeah, now get your tits out of the way so we can see it hon." The male fox joined Heather on the towel and oggled her while she obliviously talked about how beautiful and big and the trees were; then he offered to apply some sunblock for her. "Betcha he dies first!" Tekka said with a grin. That night the friends sat around a campfire on the shore of the lake, drinking beer and laughing. "If they start singing Kumbiya, I'm outta here," Tekka giggled as he finished off his own beer and set the bottle on the floor next to the couch. Brindon took a long swallow from his and did likewise. Heather's paired friends started getting close, touching or nuzzling their partner; quickly the mice fell to openly kissing and fondling, making Heather blush. The fox guy shifted himself closer to her, and Tekka lowered his voice in imitation of musclar stupidity "Huh-huuh! How bout some sunblock now, huh? I've still got it." Heather squirmed uncomfortably at his attentions as his arm snaked around her and Tekka commented for her as well, pitching his voice higher "Erf, maybe I should have taken care of my feminine itching *before* I came camping..." Tekka giggled at his own joke while Brindon shifted in his seat, flashing a brief unnoticed scowl. On screen, the male fox pushed his advantage, trying to pull Heather into a kiss. She fought him off, and left in a huff, stalking off into the darkness beyond the ring of light cast by the fire. The male fox watched her leave with a dumbstruck look on his face and Tekka lamented for him, "Oh maaan! Looks like another night of sunblocking myself again." Brindon drew in a breath deeply and slowly exhaled. The two skunks laughingly chided the fox, then suggested he go after her, the mice being too wrapped up with each other to offer any advice. "Yeah, maybe she was just too embarrassed to do anything in front of us" the male skunk agreed. "Or maybe she's too embarrassed to be seen in this movie," Tekka corrected, "not that it's any loss for the movie either." Brindon's brow furrowed. So the semi-drunken fox wandered out into the darkness after Heather, stumbling through the woods muttering to himself, "... crazy girl... all I wanted was-ta..." Tekka finsihed the thought for him, imitating a lounge lizard "...make sweet foxy-luuuv to her naked body aaallll niiiiight." "Heah-Therrr!!" the male fox called out, "Stehh-Laaah!" Tekka echoed and giggled. The male fox tramped away from the camera through the woods, then the camera began to swiftly close in on him, jerking about unsteadily as ominous music swelled. "A storm trooper on a speeder bike's about to run him down," laughed Tekka. The view cut back to the fox who was oblivous to the silently approching hooded form rushing up behind him. The pale moonlight glinted from the pickaxe he carried as the killer began an underhanded swing. "Hey, he's gonna get a Steely Dan!" Tekka called out. "Aw, c'mon Heather!" the fox called, "You know you wanna!" The hooded form was upon the fox and the pickaxe arced upwards, flashing in the light as the music reached a crescendo. The fox's body jerked as the pick caught him at the base of his spine, the long wickedly sharp point of it wetly jerking out from his lower belly, glinting with his flowing blood. Tekka giggled loudly and nudged Brindon as the look of terror and pain blossomed on the fox's face, "I've felt like that before." Tekka's giggling ran counterpoint to the stings from the cut-rate orchestra as the male fox looked down and taking hold of the messy shaft that protruded from his body, slowly sank to his knees, his pants running with gore. "And hey, this film does have a mime in it commenting on the futility of life! But he wears a hockey mask instead of greasepaint." Brindon couldn't hold back anymore, he glared at Tekka and emphasised each word in his first question, "Do you mind? I wanted to watch this, ok? Can't you keep quiet?" Tekka nearly jumped, as if he'd forgotten he wasn't alone. Reading how annoyed Brindon was, Tekka head sank a little between his shoulders like a scolded child. "Um, sorry... I always talk back to my entertainment. I didn't mean to spoil the film for you." Brindon's flash of anger was already dissipating - the film wasn't really worth defending and he realised he had a better chance for fun sitting next to him on the couch. Grinning, he slumped down in the couch, stuck his legs out before him and started to open the fly of his trousers. "Here then, talk back to this," he said as he pulled down the waistband of his shorts, exposing his thick sheath in the blue glow of the cathode ray tube. Tekka's eyes flashed back to their usual excited glint again and he leaned over close to Brindon's crotch, one paw already gently carressing over the sheath and his softly furred tesicles. Brindon, smiling broadly, watched Tekka get even closer, then let his eyes slide back to the screen, his sheath starting to swell under his friend's touch. The pair of mice had also wandered off into the woods and had found their way to a broken down, forboding looking shed some yards from the cabin. Tekka lowered his face to Brindon's sheath, lightly pressing his nosepad to it, feeling it swell from his touch and gentle fondling of the collie's scrotum. The male mouse pried open the creaking door while his coyly giggling girlfriend practically hung from his neck, groping his body and nibbling one of his ears. As Brindon's thickening shaft started to push free of his sheath, Tekka's lips were lying in wait, softly closing over it and running his tongue around it in broad swatches. Brindon let out a deep, hungry moan of growing excitement and slumped even further down in the couch, watching the movie over Tekka's head and shoulders. The male mouse turned to his girlfriend and ran his paw up under her shirt and across her ample bust with a leering grin, "I think we can be alone in here, does that sound good?" The female mouse whimpered, her body tensing, her chest out, "Ooooh yeah baby, I want you all to myself, I want you so bad..." Brindon looked down again and caught a glimpse of the feline's muzzle opening widely to swallow the length of his now-rigid cock, the cat's paw pulling back the sheath to expose the warm furrless skin for his lips to slide down. On screen, the male mouse did his impression of a male octopus attempting to mate, his paws all over the white female's form, pressing himself against her, pinning her against the rotting boards of the shed's wall. One of his paws was now up under her skirt and she gave a sudden shiver. Brindon did too as he felt Tekka's lips clamp over the base of his cock and the beginning of the swelling that would become his knot. Brindon watched as Tekka drew back, wetly sliding his pursed lips along the length of hard cock between them, sensatively feeling out every ridge and bulge untill only the tip was still in his mouth. Keeping it steady with a paw, Tekka began to lap down it's underside, his other paw carressing the collie's perineum beneath his shifting sac. Brindon closed his eyes, the cat's tongue coaxing his throbbing shaft to strain upwards as Tekka dipped his head and took it deep into his mouth again. Brindon groaned softly, his hips involuntarily flexing upwards, pushing his pillar into the back of Tekka's throat. Tekka groaned a little too, in appreciaition, and moved off the couch to kneel in front of Brindon, his mouth never leaving his staff, both paws cradling it and his balls. Brindon held Tekka's head as the cat started to rhythmically bob, his supple lips slickly gliding up and down the collie's veined prick, the swelling knot becoming more pronounced. A scream broke from the screen, drawing Brindon's gaze - the mouse girl was topless now, screaming as an axe pulled itself from a bloody, gaping wound in her boyfriend's head and swung down again with a wet crunch, spattering the milky white fur of her face and chest with crimson blood. The boyfriend's body slumped against her and fell to the floor, the mysterious hooded killer now visable. She screamed again and turned to flee, her full breasts jouncing, but the gloved paws of the hooded killer were too quick, they caught her from behind by the neck and squeezed tightly. As she struggled and fought for air, Tekka's rhythm was picking up, the warm breath from his nose washing over Brindon's groin and thighs as his muzzle repeatedfly dove down to take the hard cock deep, meeting each thrust of Brindon's hips. As the terror and life began to fade from the mousegirl's bloody features, Brindon felt he was about to do the same, his breath coming quickly. He gently coaxed Tekka from his glistening cock, shivering as the cat's lips drew back one last time over the noticable knot forming at it's base, and again when it's tip slid out from between them, leaving a smear of pre. Tekka's eyes were almost lumincent in the dim mystic light. He quickly pulled down his loose trousers with one paw, his other still stroking Brindon's cock; Brindon kicked his off the rest of the way and pulled off his t-shirt. As Tekka kneeled over the collie's lap clad in only his shirt, Brindon grabbed him and hugged him tightly, not from tenderness but lust, kissing him fiercely, his tongue invading the cat's muzzle. Tekka's paws groped over Brindon's broad chest and sides, telegraphing the same message, his tongue welcoming the intruder, brushing over it. Brindon put a paw on Tekka's lower back, gathering him down ito his lap where his hard shaft slid up from underneath the cat's sac and along the cat's own. Tekka broke the kiss; breathing heavily he reached back to take hold of Brindon's cock, guiding it between his furred cheeks. Taking hold of the cat's hips, Brindon flexed his upwards and pushed the tip up inside the cat, feeling the tight pinhole dialating as his girth breached it. Tekka gasped, so did someone on screen. From what little of it that Brindon could see around Tekka, the remaining friends and Heather had regrouped and were fleeing to the old cabin, pursued by the killer. Tekka softly whimpered, letting his weight take him down onto Brindon's cock, his own jumping slightly, standing straight out from his groin. Brindon groaned deeply, loudly this time as the cat's spreading ring snugly scudded down over his pulsing shaft, stopping only once the top of the swelling knot had come to rest against the cat's sensative puckered skin. Tekka stopped moving for a moment to catch his breath and to try to relax his muscles. Brindon flexed his groin muscles, making his shaft twitch inside it's tightly-fitting new home. Bracing himself on Brindon's chest, Tekka rasied himself a little, both of them feeling every incremental millimeter of friction as Brindon's wide cock pulled out half way, their mutually racing breaths echoing in the room to the tinny sound of Heather and her friends attempting to baracade the cabin. Brindon tightened his grip on Tekka's hips and pulled them down while roughly thrusting upwards, making Tekka gasp as if the air had been pushed from him as Brindon hilted him against the knot again. Brindon gave a wicked grin and began to shift Tekka's hips up and down like that, thrusting himself into the clenching ring of flesh beneath Tekka's tail. Tekka bounced himself lightly on his knees, using the couch springs to rise as Brindon subsided and letting his weight carry him down to meet the collie's upwards stroke with a jolt, firmly socketing his ass against the collie's knot. Someone in the cabin spoke, "Ok, no way he can get through all that stuff," followed by a pause. "What about... the back door?" Heather asked, a note of fear in her voice. Suddenly the music stung and someone was pounding on the back door of the cabin. Brindon took one paw off Tekka's hip and took hold of Tekka's smaller but no less hard cock, pushing and pulling it hard enough to shift the skin over it, the bumps within pressing against his fingerpads. Tekka bit his lip and closed his eyes as Brindon's firm shaft repeatedly bore into him, punching itself deep into his soft inner flesh, stretching him around its as their skins roughly abraded against each other. Tekka leaned back from Brindon and supported himself on Brindon's knees, his whimpering growing more persitant as the collie's pumping did too. Brindon's paw stroked over Tekka's jutting erection faster as he admired the sight of Tekka's slim body backlit by the blue light, outlining him wiith an almost magical glow as he rode Brindon's lap, and he answered the cat's whimpers with low, breathy growls with each pistoning thrust. Heather and her two remaining friends screamed in terror as the door gave way with a crunch. A moist "spotch splatch splotch" spelled the end of another of Heather's friends. Heather and the last remaining friend screamed and slammed closed a door. "Quick, out the window!" Heather shrieked. Brindon's knot was almost fully swollen so after a last few harsh lunges, he left Tekka sitting on it and moved his paws from the cat's hip and cock and grabbed the lower sides his seat, pulling Tekka's cheeks apart. Tekka's eyes opened in surprise and he sat upright, rolling against the collie's knot, "You're not gonna --" Brindon was, he started to mash his knot inside Tekka's already abused ring, the tight fit a sweetly constricting pain around it's diameter as it started to slide in. Heather's friend, the female skunk, cried out, "I - I can't fit! It's too small!!" "You have to," Heather cried out, "he's right behind you!" Tekka curled down over Brindon, his paws clutching tightly at Brindon's shoulders as the thick knot started to part him. The cat's face screwed up tightly in pain as the bulb ground into him, his features then dropping into open mouthed panting as the thickest width of it scraped inside, the ring of his muscles quickly closing back over the rest of it. Tekka's chest heaved as he shuddered with the splitting sensation of the wide knot and Brindon now being over an inch deeper inside him; Brindon growled deelpy in his chest with the wonderfully tight feeling of having tied his large knot inside the cat. The mutual panting of the two locked furs was drown out by Heather's screaming as her last remaining friend was dispatched by the sound of the axe's head being buried within her body. Slowing his ragged breathing with care, Tekka began to grind his hips in Brindon's lap, the base of the knot moving against the inside of Tekka's dialated ring, tiny motions that felt like miles of movement to them both. Brindon gripped Tekka's hips and began making small, quick thrusts, Tekka's lithe body gently rocking with each thrust, moaning breathily as the collie's throbbing shaft spilled itself deep in his body. Brindon broke his panting with a triumphant groan of climax, awakening Tekka's muddled mind enough to pry one paw from the collie's shoulder to touch himself with. Within seconds Brindon gave a louder groan as Tekka's cock dolloped out thick white spots onto the collie's abdomen fur, his anus clamping tightly around the base of Brindon's knot with each spasm that shook his body. His breath gushing from him like a band of drunken dervishes, Tekka exhausted his climax, still rocking in the collie's lap as Brindon's wound down as well. Tekka nearly collapsed againt Brindon, barely supporting on his elbows to either side of the collie's slumped body. Brindon's paws roamed freely over tekka's back and sides as if exploring newly conquered territory, a deeply satisfied groan escaping him, joining Tekka's purring. Tekka started to rise up to kiss Brindon, making the still quite swollen knot tug inside his ring, "ahh!". Staying where he was, Tekka grinning as he caressed the side of the collie's face instead. Brindon arched his neck forward to complete the kiss, then let his head fall back against the couch and filled his lungs with air. Tekka watched his friend for a few seconds, luxuriating in the sensation of his friend's knot still inside him, knowing it would be for awhile yet before it was deflated enough to allow it's exit. "I like this, we should rent movies more often," he grinned. Brindon snorted, "Like we need movies to do this." "Well, it did get me into your pants," Tekka giggled. He stopped midgiggle and tried to crane his neck around to see the screen, "Hey, I can't see the film now, what'd I miss?" Brindon squinted over Tekka's shoulder, "Not much. I think it's almost over anyways." Heather stood shivering, wrapped in a woolen blanket, flanked by a doberman cop and the old wolf who ran the store. "Now don't you worry m'am," the doberman was saying, "that's the end of the Cabin Killer, you're safe now. I'm real sorry about your friends though." Heather wiped away a tear, "I've lost so many freinds up here." The store manager looked into the flames of the cabin for a second. "I dunno if the Cabin Killer is really gone for good. That's what they said when they blew up his cave...." "All this heat, we just couldn't get close enough..." answered the cop, "you don't think... he'll be back again?" The camera closed in on the old wolf's eerily-lit grizzled face, "I know his habits... I'd count on it if I were you."