Apócrifo I.
Yure was walking on the grass field, feeling unusually tired. He had to pee quite a lot and he left his house to do a holding game, but, after he began to walk around, his desire to do so vanished. He was feeling ill and his legs were suddenly light. Was it something that he ate? The warmth of the sun felt so relaxing somehow, even if he is usually annoyed by such. He would prefer to be under the shadow of his tree, looking at the leaves... but he didn't feel like going back home. "I feel so bad, yet so good...", he thought to himself. Indeed, he felt like he was about to fall asleep, but how good it feels to be asleep! His sight was blurring as he walked aimlessly forward. His diaper was suddenly wet and dripping and he didn't even feel that he was peeing. He thought that it was too weird and that he was supposed to run to the doctors, but, whenever he thought about that, the thought disappeared. He couldn't keep anything in mind and his memory was failing on him. Then, Yure felt something running down his nose. He rubbed it and sniffed
it. It was blood. Yure stopped walking, looking at his paw.
That's it - he whispered to himself, but was unable to complete the sentence with his voice. "I'm gonna die", he thought. However, he didn't panic; there would be no point in doing so. He felt unable to run, he could barely see or feel a thing. He sighed to himself and felt his body around with his paws, but it just returned numb feelings. He felt more frustrated than sad, because he wanted to feel himself one last time. But one thing he could feel for sure: he was bleeding from other places. Other orifices were dripping blood. "Turns out it was really bad for me", he thought, referring to his habit of withholding urine. He laid on the grass, regret-less. At least, he was thankful for having a heads-up from nature that his death was coming by, instead of dying suddenly. Plus, he felt no pain. It felt like the best gift he ever received, a calm death. He just felt really bad because Apple would mourn upon him. He sighed. "She will understand and overcome it." He closed his eyes and pretended he would just sleep and wake up hours later, to the starry sky he is used to watch. "Lets see if the soul is really immortal", he thought, with a chuckle. But then his smile
faded and so did his heartbeat.
Yes, I think I saw him going here - said one fox. - He was really cute-looking! - said the other. - I wonder if he would like to fuck with us. The foxes were looking for Yure, who just died. They found the cat laying
on the grass.
Mm? - said one.
How come he is asleep? - said the other. - He looked quite alright
last time I saw him.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
How will I know? The
first fox sighed and groaned a little.
Maybe we can wake him up by giving him some love! - he said.
Oh... - said the other, looking a tad dumb. - Can I get the ass?
You may, this time... If we have enough stamina, we can switch! The first fox positioned himself close to Yure's dead muzzle and found it weird that it felt stiff and a little bit cold (still warm enough,
tho). He inserted his stiffening wily into Yure's muzzle.
Wake, wake, cute boy... Give me some sucking! - he said. Of
course, to get no answer. Suddenly, the fox froze.
What is wrong? - asked the other fox, who was having no trouble sticking his wily into Yure's dead tush. - I
think he is "gone"! - said the first fox.
"Gone"? But is here...
Dead, you dumb ass! - shouted the first fox.
So?
What do you mean? - If he is dead, he won't mind if we continue. We already started... The first fox whined and thought about it, then looked down at Yure, who
seemed to be just asleep.
Yes, maybe... I'll pretend he is alive... - said the first fox.
Wise choice! - said the second. They continued for a long while. Eventually, the first fox forgot that he was playing with a dead body and began to really enjoy it. He never had someone so passive at his cock before. The other was enjoying the unusual tightness and still warm realm inside Yure's still cute body. The friction went on and soon both were edging closer to orgasm. However, they were fighting it back, to keep their liquids inside, so
it would last longer. The second fox saw the first fox's distress.
Getting close? - he asked.
Yes - answered the first fox, with his face contorting with
pleasure and effort.
Lets change, then! I go to the maw and you stay with the ass. I didn't cum yet - said the second fox. They changed. The first fox introduces his hard and super excited wily into Yure's tush, grabbing those cheeks lustfully. The ass was surely warmer! The second fox played with Yure's maw, closing it and opening it around his lucky boner, so he could feel the teeth piercing the foreskin softly. He moaned, getting there too, so he took a pause to cool down and masturbate a little. The first fox was struggling, feeling his boiling fluid wanting to flee really badly, so he also took a pause, panting, leaning against Yure's back, with his wily still inside there. He let it go fully soft before resuming. They kept changing positions and adding lust to themselves, diligently delaying their orgasms. Soon enough, the first fox began to feel pain. - I
must cum now... It's hurting already - he whimpered.
Yes, I understand - said the second. - It's painful to be hard for so long. - We
have been going for almost one hour... Feels dreamy!
Good thing it's Sunday! I don't think I would have time to do this if I had to go to school... They settled to cum. They moved harder and faster, one at Yure's ass and the other at the muzzle. The first fox, who was more desperate, was the first to cum. Filling Yure's maw to overflowing point. The second one managed to hold longer, but then allowed himself relief as well, overflowing Yure's tush. They sighed and praised Yure's body a little, patting it and rubbing some. The second fox masturbated a little more after pulling out, to milk the last droplets. - I guess it's over... - said the first fox, sighing sadly now, remembering that he just had his way with a dead body. - Yes. Don't be so down! We are just really needy - said the second fox, trying to comfort his friend and failing.