Trick or Treat Teaser – The Pharaoh's Throne
I've talked about the Trick or Treat Anthology a bit, but I'm happy to now share part of my contribution to the anthology. I'm afraid I can't give you the best parts of the story, but I hope you enjoy this little taste of what I have in the anthology.
If your interested in getting the book or want to know more: http://www.rabbitvalley.com/item_8982___Trick-or-Treat-Halloween-Anthology-edited-by-Ianus-J-Wolf.html
Happy Halloween now! As an aside, this is marked as adult only cause what comes later in the story is adult.
Trick or Treat Teaser - The Pharaoh's Throne
by NightEyes DaySpring
The dead leaves scattered through the parking lot crunch under my paws as I try to quietly make my way toward the darkened theme park. Even though the area seems deserted, I still don't want to take any chances. I pause for a moment to look around, letting my instincts kick in. I scent the wind with my nose, but all I can smell are old leaves and the asphalt of the pavement.
"No one is going to be out here, Seth," says Ansel as he brushes past me. His thick, fox brush of a tail slips around me as the fennec takes the lead.
"You can never be too cautious," I tell him.
He pauses to look back at me. "We could go back to your mom's place and curl up on the couch together, if you wanted."
I know what Ansel is hinting about. He's been out to his parents for a few years now. I'm still not ready to tell my mother. Being away at college now, this usually isn't a problem, but since we're home for Halloween, I wanted to do something special together tonight. My idea was an old B movie at the dollar theater. His idea was a more... hands-on experience.
"When I'm ready, I'll tell her," I say. She is pretty understanding and relaxed for a single mom, but I'm not sure if she's ready to deal with the fact I won't be having any jackal pups of my own. Her divorce seven years ago with dad still bothers her a lot, and I'm their only child.
My fennec shrugs and keeps walking. "It's not like she doesn't know. We've been 'best friends' since high school, and I'm a flaming homo. We hang out all the time. Also, you aren't exactly the height of masculinity yourself."
I just shake my head and hurry up to catch him. "She doesn't know we're dating, Ansel."
"Her catching us naked in bed together would give her a hint."
"Ansel!" I say exasperated.
"What?" says the fox, pausing again to look back at me with a grin. "It saves you that awkward 'I'm gay' conversation."
I walk up to the fox and reach up to scratch under his chin. Ansel is tall for a fennec, but he still only comes up to my shoulder. His big, expressive ears give him a very honest face, along with his deep brown eyes. Ansel's cream colored fur is soft to the touch under my paws. His best asset though--or at least the one on my mind right now--is in the back, under his thick, soft tail.
"Don't worry, when the day comes, I'm going to enjoy telling her how you scream like a bitch when a certain jackal is banging you."
Ansel smiles. "I can see the conversation now between me and your mother. 'Yes Mrs. Atash, I do scream like a bitch when your son bangs me. Yes ma'am, I love your son's cock,'" he says, reaching down to cup my crotch. "I especially like the feel of it under my tail," he says rubbing my sheath through my pants.
For a moment I moan and feel myself getting a little hard, remembering a few choice times. Then, I laugh and swat him away playfully, also remembering that we still have to find a way into the theme park. "You're awful." This is the part of his attitude I just adore. He never takes himself too seriously. "You're just teasing yourself."
"Oh, I don't think so," he says coyly. He turns and resumes walking, making sure to swish that tail in front of me. Before us loom the walls of the abandoned theme park with its circus rides and carnival tents. The Ferris wheel is easy to see over the wall in the night, illuminated by moonlight. Once we reach the gate, Ansel inspects it, but it's locked securely. The gate is fairly tall with smooth bars and peeling paint. I could boost Ansel up over it, but I wouldn't have a way across it myself.
"Let's see," says Ansel. "There has to be a way in. The high school students always have a way in."
"There might be a way in on the backside," I offer helpfully.
"You're always looking for a way in on the 'backside,'" Ansel teases me with a wiggle of his rump and a wave of his tail. It makes my groin itch nicely before he continues. "Nah, high school kids are impatient. There has to be something in the front."
"Maybe", I say. The fennec will get what's coming to him soon enough. I will make sure of that. Ansel moves to one side of the gate and traces a paw across the fence as he slowly walks along. The high wooden fence is painted in bright circus designs and covered with graffiti. He pauses at one point noticing a piece of plywood leaned against the fence. He moves the plywood to reveal where a few boards are missing in the fence.
"Just as I expected," he says smugly.
I walk up next to him and crouch down to peak through the hole. "I'm surprised no one's noticed this and boarded it up."
Ansel doesn't say anything but pushes me through the hole. He quickly follows me through and lets the sheet of plywood fall back against the fence.
I look around. We're behind some tattered carnival tents with trash scattered across the ground.
"Maybe we should have gone back to my mom's house," I say looking around. "It smells musty, and it's covered in trash. Who knows what's living back here?"
"Oh where's your spirit of adventure, Seth?" says the fox with a grin on his muzzle. "Come on, let's look around."