Summoned
SUMMONED.TXT - Violence, Rape - August 07, 2003
The dead don't always stay that way..
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998, 2003 Gay Furry Association
Based on 'Sundown' by The Outlaws
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"Who dares summon me..."
Hyton stepped forward. "I do." The pain and anger at his daughter's death clouded all else. The other Romanda stood back, feeling the stillness in the air. They thought their leader mad to ask help of this - Being, but the body of Jazria ( what was left of it ) still lay on the back of the wagon, the shaken young man from the city who had brought it sitting with a cup of herbs. A strong yet feminine hand took his shoulder, pulling him up. "Come." She said, emerald green eyes bright with held-back tears. Terrl hugged her sister's lover and purred soothing words in his ear, holding Nib. Damn fools..
Jazria was a fickle as she was beautiful, but once her heart was set on something, she got it.. And she wanted the handsome buck who had blushed at her wink. Had damn near fell in the well helping her with the water.. Maybe it was the bump of her hips against his. Or the squeeze she gave his cute butt as he bent over to draw the bucket out. But he managed to steal a kiss from the beautiful mountain cat, or so she let him think. Terrl heard it all the next day, seeing more than just lust in her young sister's eyes.
"He's cute and sexy and so Innocent."
The dark-furred feline slapped her sister's butt. "You just be careful.."
Jazria giggled.. "Isn't Father the one who is always on about getting new males in the Wagons? And He can't beget me with little ones.."
Terrl growled at her sister's language, but chuckled herself..
"Besides.. Do we not always share, Sister?"
The older feline pretended to look shocked and took a playful swipe at her sibling, then continued to mend the pants in her lap. Damn Fools.. Now the sexy female was a chewed-up dog toy and her Lover - The buck had a glazed look as the drug took effect..
"She was so beautiful.. I wanted to give her everything. Everything... And now - " He looked at Terrl. " Now I would give All that I own to have her hand to hold for one minute longer.."
The feline shook her head. He had it Bad..
"We were going to meet in the woods. She told me I could hold her hand and maybe kiss her cheek.. But she was not there. I waited for a long time - Then thought maybe she had decided I was just another fool male and went back towards the city.. When I found.. I found.."
Terrl got his tattered shorts off, and into bed, laying beside him.
"Shhhhh.. It's Ok."
When the buck stopped wetting her fur with tears he kissed her cheek.
"Thank you.." He said, voice husky still. "I really don't know what I.. am..." Dropped into sleep as the second effect of the drug took hold.
The door creaked as Kitir entered.. The stoic tiger's eyes looked the young male over, seeing the grief and pain still etched on the soft muzzle.
"He sleeps.."
The black furred puma got up to Hold her husband. Their sorrow was as great, but they would not show it until Jazria was properly taken care of.. Terrl nuzzled the tigers big chest.
"He kissed me like a I was a cousin." A nod and they Hugged, sharing a silent moment..
"He stays with us."
The female looked up. "Are you sure, My Husband?"
Kitir kissed his wife, patting her shapely rear. "I have said it.. Besides, he Is cute."
"Letch," She growled slapping his rear, then climbed back into bed as did her mate, now as nude as her. They held Nib between them, eyes closing, but not in sleep. That would come later...
* * * *
"Why have you wakened me?"
The sound was as harsh as the visage.. At one time a hyena if the shrunken muzzle could be given to a species. Despite the years of burial the vest, boots and gunbelt were as fresh as the day they were made.. The gleaming guns were also, with a single silver dollar riveted to the holsters.
'Dead-Silver' it was called and while prized by magic-users and collectors, few ever lived to collect rewards for extracting the coins from their 'former' owners.
A piece of metal much like the ones that rode the bony hips was taken from a pocket.
"You know the Rule - Services for Payment."
The coin was tossed at the apparition and vanished faster than the eye could follow. It hissed, then nodded.. A shaking hand pointed to the cart.
"Find her killers Outlaw - Bring them to Justice.. Your Justice."
The red fires in the eye-sockets blazed up for a moment.. Then banked as the creature moved to the cart. A hoary hand reached out to touch the mangled body gently.. Then when it turned back, the visage was like looking into a pit of Hell. A nod of the head then the being screamed out a word.. And Vanished. The rest of the Tribe gathered around, somehow knowing it was ok to mourn now.. Now that the little cat's soul would rest easier.
* * * *
A few moments later in a little town on the borders, a wind blew up that made the folk uneasy. Children cried, old folks shivered as if chilled.. And the Father who stayed at the single church gripped his relic tight as he felt the tingle that could only be something Evil walking the land. He walked past the empty benches and out, gripping a few items he would use against this fiend.. Or whatever it was. He was drawn to the source like a magnet to iron, stopping as the creature strode down the main street. It was the walking dead.. Some gunfighter or other from what clothes it wore. No Matter, he would return it to it's slumber..
Standing it it's path, the wolf shook the vial of cleansed water at the creature, demanding it depart 'This Fair Town' and begone... Return to whatever hell it abode within, whatever coffin it had crawled from. The monster just laughed and with the speed of a striking snake, snatched the vial from the startled priest.
"You are a Pias person, Priest. Were it otherwise.."
The vial shattered, and the water ran down the side of it's arm, dripping to the ground.
"But I am not here for you nor Most of the Folk here, Just a select Few. And those few I shall have, However It need be done. Do you understand me, Priest?"
The wolf shook his head again. "I can not allow.."
The growl raised the fur on his neck.
"You already have.. Otherwise I would still be sleeping in my Dirt Bed. I have been paid and I will do my Job.."
And the being shoved the Father aside, continuing on his way. The wolf stood a moment, then knelt and begged forgiveness.. But for exactly Who wasn't certain.
* * * *
The three who would never see another sundown sat in the saloon and laughed. She was a sweet one - a Real Wildcat.. Knocking a couple of teeth out tamed her some. So did smashing her head against a tree. They took their time, using both her lower holes - Her face was too messed up to bother with - several times apiece. Slut. Think you can come around here, Ignore us.. Take that Buck instead. One grinned nastily as he jerked off on her tits.
"She was probably going to see the little Fuck - Well Let's leave him a present.."
They kicked her, Beat on her, Slammed her against trees. She was long dead before they finished. Smoothed her skirt down.. Mustn't let the Buck See.. Not at First. Tossed the body onto the path. You know - That twink had a real nice Ass. Bet it was as tight as hers.. Tighter! They wouldn't mess up His face - Not unless he didn't suck them good enough. Or Bit. Bust his teeth out and make him suck them anyway.. Take him back to the ranch and use his ass until they got tired of screwing it.. Then use his antlers for target practice.
He would probably plead to suck them again - and they would be good enough to keep him a while longer. Let the old Stallion use him as a Mare.. Toss some cow-piss on him and throw him out for the bulls to run down and screw - They would Hump Anything that smelled like Cow. That made them Laugh... Here he Comes. Yep he's been at the well, waiting for that Slut.. Just a little closer and you will be Our playtoy...
The scream startled them.. As it did the birds and the wildcats - and damn near everything else! It was a sound that clawed at the ears, And they held their hands over them.. Shit! One of them aimed his gun at the wailing male.. Then the church bell tolled. Sounds of feet coming closer.. So they left - Another time Buck Boy.. Another Time.
Many came running, but only a couple pulled the Buck away. Got a blanket to cover the body with. The priest knelt and gave her Last Rites.. Many gasped and growled - Let Them. Nobody deserved to die like this. How many cubs had come up to him asking he pray for dead birds, frogs, lizards.. And he always did. Always.
Someone got a buckboard, got the lad in it. Got the body in the back.. Nobody was going with him. The Romanda were picky at the Best of times.. Now - They didn't expect to see the Buck again.
* * * *
The sheriff's nose twitched.. Something dead was stinking up the place. But not just Dead.. Evil? Good and Evil was for the Priest. He just upheld the law. Got up and looked out the door.
"By The Gods!"
Walking - or shuffling as the legs were not so intact - was a legend.
"Sundown.."
The deputy Tilted his hat back.. The feline talked about the Old Days lots of times.. But not in a whisper.
"What?"
"Sundown - One of the Nastiest Gunfighters there was. They say he cared about only 2 things - Silver and Justice. No notches on his gun, No boasting of his prowess. He would even let the others draw first. Shoot the gun from their hand, shoot them in the head, and have his own holstered before their knees buckled. Some said even if they did get a shot off Sundown could sidestep the bullet. And they Never got off more than one. Bastard could walk down the street, pull a penny from his vest and tell a cub to go get a piece of candy. Tip his hat to a lady. Blow a man's head off.. Walk away as if nothing happened."
Took his gunbelt off.
"Tom - I am going to say this once. Don't so much as Touch your gun. If he is in a Good mood, you will lose a hand. If he isn't.. I will have to find myself another Deputy. And your Ma will Kill Me.."
The Falcon-morph nodded. When the Boss was serious, you did as he Said. Took a peek out the door - Gasped. But stood in the door, both hands showing. Demon or Not, he wasn't letting his Lover die alone.
"Sundown.. Heard you were dead. What brings you - Or what is left of you - To our fair Town?"
The creature tipped his hat to the deputy, 'smiled' at the Sheriff - Bits of decayed skin falling off to show more white bone. A mummified hand pulled a silver piece from a leather vest. Flicked it into the air - Shot the Deputy's hat off. Shot the Sheriff's hat off. Caught the coin. Put it his vest.
"A job.. Sorry about the hat."
Gods That Voice! Like blowing air through a dead body and making it speak.. Come to think of it...
The falcon was standing with both hands as high as they could go. He never even saw the gun come out of the holster! Just 2 loud explosions, 2 hats flying and that 'hand' reaching out to catch the shiny silver piece.
The feline bent, the stopped.
"May I?"
A nod. Picked up his hat with a hole big as his thumb in it - The hole went dead center through the middle and straight as an arrow. Dusted it off.
"A mite faster than the books tell of."
"I get a lot of practice in Hell."
"Tom - Will you take your feathered ass to the Pot.. I Don't want to have to wash you down with a couple buckets of Cold Water."
"Y.. Yes Sir!"
"A nice boy but skittish."
"Loves you enough to stand up to Me.. But doesn't believe the Stories - He might now."
Was that a laugh? Ghastly, Hellish sound - Like old leather scraping against bone.
"I admit I took them with a Grain of Salt.. So you have a Job to do - Wouldn't be connected to a certain lady's untimely demise. You should let The Law..."
The creature managed to spit on the ground.. Where it bubbled and hissed like acid.
"Like I told the Priest - If you had Done your Job, I wouldn't be here."
Looked him over a moment.
"You put the blanket over her. You picked her up and put her in the wagon. You caressed her hair.. Moved it to cover her face. And you still talk about Law."
"You will give them a chance.. You always did."
The coals that were eye sockets turned to blazing flame..
"I will give them as much chance as they did her."
Wyat shuddered.. Stepped out of the way. Suddenly found himself fumbling after a silver piece.. A Very Old Silver Piece. Watched as the new one was put in it's place, welding itself to the leather.
"What the books don't say is Sometimes I did a job for Free."
More flesh fell from the dessicated face, making him 'Grin'..
"You are a Good man - I do not think I will see you Below. Now go to your lover. A strong arm Is a good pillow sometimes."
'I Sure Hope Not..' Walked back to sit down and Hug his lover, who was shivering despite the warm day. And was holding half a feather.
"He clipped it. That one feather that was always standing up in the back.. He clipped it."
"That was his way of saluting your courage.. And a warning. Maybe Next time I tell you to do something, you will Do it."
Kissed the shivering male.
"Close the door. We are going on Break."
Caressed the naked ballsack. The falcon shivered for a different reason and went to close the door - Took one last look at the apparition - who Winked at him! Closed, it, Locked, barred it. Ran back to jump into his lover's arms.
* * * *
In front of the saloon a little rabbit sat. She was swinging her legs humming to herself.. All dressed up, and having a good time. The creature walked up the steps and stopped..
"Hello Little one.."
Her head turned.. But her eyes didn't follow.
"Hello Mister.. You don't sound too good. You going inside to get a drink? Daddy's Inside. Today is My Birthday. When Daddy gets done we are going to get some Ice cream.. Do you like Ice Cream."
A 'hand' reached into a pocket and pulled out a Silver Dollar. Put it into her hand.
"What is your Daddy's name?"
"Rige.. He is taking a Long time but I think he is sad because Mommy died last Year. I am not Sad.. I know when I get to heaven I will be able to See her again. Daddy too."
"Put that in your pocket.. Now, there's going to be some noise and some yelling - You just ignore all that, Ok? I will go get your Daddy. And when he comes out, you have him take you to the store and get you good things to eat and another pretty dress.."
Stood and walked in. The door swung open as if afraid to touch the dessicated body. Saw Mr. Rabbit trying to drink his beer. he Hated beer. But it helped him get through another Day. He lifted the glass.. And it exploded!
"I believe you have a Daughter outside waiting for her Daddy to come out so she can have Ice-Cream.."
The male put down his handle, got his hat, Nodded to the barkeep, Said 'Thank You.' to the corpse and walked out. Fear? He watched his Wife die in his arms. He watched his daughter go blind - Both victims of some disease he was immune to. The only fear he ever felt was for his Daughter.. Took her hand in His. Went to the store for some Ice-Cream and if he could get another penny from his pocket, maybe something special like a Ribbon..
The three cougars sat in a corner, not caring much about what was going on around them.. They were still mad because they didn't get to rape that twink Buck. The cheap whiskey wasn't helping matters as they growled and drank. A silver dollar hit the table with a clatter.
"Why don't I buy you boys one last Drink.." The youngest who had the least brains of the batch, grabbed the coin, pulled out his Long Sharp Hunting knife and Grinned.. Finally something to do. He stood up, Whirled around to cut the bastard in half, growling "Why don't You take this Dollar and Shove it up Your..."
He crossed his eyes, trying to see the hole that sprouted in his forehead. Stumbled against the wall, then slid down it. The oldest finished his Drink. Got up.
"I guess when You are done with my Other Brother, I will see you outside."
And walked off. The one left laughed.. "While you was busy with numbnuts I got the drop on you."
"No remorse?"
"For the Slut? Or because we didn't get the Buck too.."
He grinned and pulled the trigger. Except his hand didn't work anymore. A bullet had shattered the bones, tendons, forced what was left into his body. The next castrated him, blasting a hole in the chair, taking his scrotum with it. He screamed.. The last one went through the top of his muzzle, through is brain and out his head, leaving a nasty mess.
"Always give them a chance.."
The corpse 'grinned', kicked the other gun out of the feline's dead hand, retrieved his coin, and walked out.
To find the last one standing in the street.
"Finally.. I thought I was going to have to hold the brat all day."
He was holding a familiar rabbit in his arms, a gun at her head.
"I heard you talking to this piece of fluff.. So I decided to grab me a Hostage. I am not as Fast as you, But I Can out-think you. Actually you are doing me a favor. I was going to snag the little Girl later to have fun with.. She's Blind so she can't Say who's raping her. And when I was tired of Her - Rabbit Stew is always good. Now if you think you can shoot me before I pull the trigger, you can Try it. Just remember - One Move and She.."
The rabbit girl screamed as her ears rang.
The first bullet smashed the hammer of the gun, taking his thumb with it. The second hit him in the elbow, destroying the joint and ripping the arm away from the female. Who fell at his feet. Even through the shock he could see the ugly smile.
The third and fourth hammered through his knees, Cutting them so the lower half of his legs hit the ground before the upper halves. Fell on his back, unable to even scream.. The hot steel burned the wounds closed, so none of them Bled. They would also never heal right. The cougar would never walk again. Had half an arm on one side and a hand minus a thumb on the other.
"Kill Me! Kill me you Bastard and get it over with!"
The corpse waked up and Grabbed the cougar's shirt, jerking him up.. What was left of his legs dangling in the air.
"Now why would I want to do that For? From now until you Die you will need Someone to help you eat, go to the outhouse, Wash.."
Got close enough to whisper in his ear, "You can't even jack-off without help.."
Tossed him off to one side, kicked the legs to another. Returned to the Rabbit. Touched her cheek.
"My face is wet.. I heard Thunder.. Is it raining?"
"No child the day is Sunny and bright. Did you enjoy your Ice Cream?"
She nodded.. "But I didn't get a Dress yet. Mister - What color do you Like?"
Held onto a finger that looked like it might break off any second.
"Silver.. But you should wear Yellow or Blue to show off those Pretty brown eyes. Your Daddy is over there - Now don't forget your Silver Piece."
She giggled as another dollar was put into her skirt pocket.. Got turned in the right direction. Giggled again as she was given a pat on her rear. Walked forward a little awkwardly until she felt her Father Grab and Hug her tight.
"What do you Think Daddy? Blue or Yellow?"
Both. And another Ice-cream, this time in one of those Cones.
They watched the male tip his hat.. and vanish into wind-blown dust.
Townsfolk Gathered around what was left of the feline. Took him to the Doc who cut what off was left of his arm, cleaned the wounds and put patches on them - which was all he Could do. Through it all the cougar just stared into space. Afterwards he sat in his wheelchair, in front of the saloon, saying little. Every now someone would give him a glass and he drank it with a 'Thank You.' Didn't matter if it was whiskey, water or piss.
* * * *
"It is Done.. We morn the loss of a Daughter, But rejoice in gaining a Son."
Now they could cry.. and Laugh. Got poor Nib Very Drunk. Then had another ceremony. A More solemn one. Did the buck have anything he wanted to back and get? No. The Most important thing in his life was buried. Except for the clothes on his back, he didn't own anything.. he cleaned stalls for food. Slept in one at night. Carried water sometimes.. That was how he met - Her.
Was sent back to the wagon, where his new Lovers waited.. He stood naked and blushing as the felines took him to bed. Found he was a virgin in Every way..
'You chose Well, My Sister.'
* * * *
Hyton came to town one last time to say goodbye to friends and get supplies before heading out to the their winter quarters.. While at the Shop, he saw a creature slowly wheel it's way down the street. A handsome cougar with no legs, half a left arm and missing a chunk from his right hand. Heard a gasp.. Saw a Buck step out of the wagon and grip the chair. The look of pity, of horror, made the feline's gut twist. A hand came up and patted the soft face. Terrl left the wagon as well.. Not to pull the buck away but to also look at the male - Or what was left of him. Tried to hate him - But couldn't. He was worse of than a cub - Too thin. Stank. Shaking a little. The eyes were haunted, fearful..
The Leader called to Nib, Needing some help with a bag. The buck came.. Got patted, reminded he had duties to perform. Nodded, but the shock was still there.
The feline lifted his head so he would look at her - And there was a Need, a Desire in his eyes.. He leaned forward -
"Kill Me. Please Kill me.."
Then fell back, panting.
The plea chilled her to the bone..
"Husband.."
The tiger came out and walked to the pair. Listened to what his wife said. Nodded.. Leaned over the male - Who smiled. Closed his eyes as if if waiting for salvation.. Got lifted up into strong arms and carried into the wagon.. Got kissed as well, startling him. The female followed with his chair.
"When we get back you will be washed, fed. Then it will be decided who will take you in. You will not die until it is your time. You were cursed. You paid the price. Now let yourself live.."
But - I don't Want to Live.."
Then Nib came back. Put down a sack. Asked Kitir if he would finish loading the wagon. Both felines smiled at each other and left. The buck undressed the feline, gasping when he saw the stumps hidden in the pant legs. Undressed himself, and pulled the curtain that gave all the bunks privacy. Kissed the cougar with tears in his eyes.
"Does it hurt?"
"Only inside.."
Joha shook his head, still trying to understand what was going on.. The female was the sister to the one he killed. So why didn't she Kill him? Or have that Big Tiger do so? He lived in a bottle, had nightmares of the monster coming back telling he hadn't finished the job.. Even Hell was preferable to his life now. Felt a soft hand slip to his crotch.. Yes, They were intact - For all the good it did him. Then he arched as a hand stripped his cock out and stroked it. Screamed into the muzzle as he arched and came hard enough to hit the ceiling..
The three felines smiled. Of course they would take him in.. He wasn't the first outcast to enter the Circle of Wagons. Wouldn't be the last. Finished loading the wagon, listening to the sounds of love-making.. Got up in front and tapped the stallion on his butt. He snorted, lifted his tail and trotted off.. Even the horses like to be bedded - And were very versatile in how they had sex. This cougar was going to live a long, well-screwed life.
* * * *
In one of the levels of Hell, a Hyena wearing a black vest, a black hat, a gunbelt - And Nothing else - was blasting rocks off of condemned souls. He didn't know why they were so Afraid - They were Already Dead. Some held rocks High, Some low. He had shattered 6 in a row when a Greater Demon flew by.
"What are you doing here?"
"Shooting Rocks."
The demon kicked the souls out of the way and sat.
"No, I mean Here. Down Here. There's hardly enough evil in you to warrant Purgatory.."
A Shrug. Lashed out and grabbed a snake..
"I like it Here.. It's quiet - Once you get used to the moans, screams and what not. Nobody bothers me unless it's Horny reptiles.. Or Demons."
Let the snake go, who blew kiss at the well-endowed males, and slithered off.
"What am I going to do up There? Shoot Halo's off Angels? Find a tavern where the beer is tasteless and the women virtuous? Here is as good a place as any to spend eternity.. Besides I still get to go back and make mischief."
The Demon laughed and nodded.. It Was His Decision. Like every soul Here - Or up there.. They decided where the went. All the Demons/Angels did was Administrate.
Got up, dusted his butt off, Took flight to see how things were doing in another sector. It warmed him to think of that Little Rabbit Child.. Mamma Was waiting for her Up There. Hey - He was a Demon, not a stone-hearted Monster.. They were in another part of Hell.
The souls gathered again, and gathered more rocks - There was an Endless supply - Standing while Sundown blasted them to rubble, awaiting his next call.
The End