Meet Me at the Graveyard
The
late evening air was vibrant with the song of amphibians from a close by river
and lake. The tall grass made for a perfect sanctuary for the little creatures
as they went about their dutiful mating rituals. They would have made for a
soothing sort of music but instead on this night, at least to a particular set
of ears, it was eerie. This whole thing was kind of creepy, the boy kept
telling himself. A full moon had set up stage directly overhead, which seemed
to be the cherry on the pie for the whole scene being something directly out of
some zombie movie.
Arthur panted as he made his way up
the hill that sat adjacent to the creak, the moonlight provided some decent
visibility and he thanked God there weren't any clouds out. He was a taller,
but overall average kind of high school student, someone that was even now
getting close to graduating and leaving this city all behind. He was a mixed
breed cross between a German shepherd and a yellow lab. He held most of his
German shepherd heritage in physical looks, the defined muzzle, pert ears,
short hair, but his entire coat held a vibrant golden hue. He was one of the
taller students of his class with a thin physique to match. In most ways he was
about as average as they came, not really ever sticking out from the crowd. To
most he was considered to be quite cute, while not holding the features of the
more well-known athletes of his school he was no stranger in making a few
girls' heads turn.
Blue eyes glanced around, scanning
the low visibility environment as best he could while his body came to a halt.
With perked ears he held his breath and concentrated, making sure he wasn't be
followed. He turned and glanced back over his shoulder towards the long
lonesome road that stretched past where he was. He saw no cars and heard
nothing more other than the distance ambiance of the night, and so with a bit
more calm mind the canine shifted the duffle bag he had slung over one shoulder
and continued his ascent up the hill.
For most of who he was Arthur obeyed
rules and really didn't find himself doing particularly extravagant things.
Most would likely say that he blended into the woodwork very well, keeping his
head down and even just minding his own business. It made sense then why his
heart was pounding out of his chest as he began to near the crest of the hill,
he wasn't tired, just extremely nervous. How had he gotten himself talked into
this? He asked himself for about the fiftieth time that night, making another
glance over his shoulder again as he came to level ground. Trespassing is what
the cops would call it. Or maybe he wasn't, but he was fairly certain this
wasn't exactly that legal.
The fair moon light offered a blood
chilling scene before him. A few feet away was a chain link fence that was
about eight feet high, and beyond that was the graveyard. It was a massive
expanse of tombstones, statues, and flowers, all of which seemed sinister. The
canine took a deep breath of air as he found himself holding his breath, heart
nearly jumping up his throat. He approached the fence and began to walk along
it towards the distant lake. His paw brushed against the metal as he walked,
eyes scanning the fence for a particular hitch or something that would allow
him in, as he was told there would be. It didn't take long for him to find it.
A large portion of the fence had
been bent upwards from the bottom, metal cut and twisted to form a rather
substantial opening. There was also a large amount of ground that had been
removed just beneath the hole, further exenterating a way through to the other
side. Arthur was quite surprised something as blatant as this had gone unrepaired
for such a long time. The fence had clearly been subjected to multiple
instances of being bent and the divot of earth had begun to grow a layer of
grass.
The boy swallowed hard and knelt to
the entrance, his bag sliding from his shoulders and getting pushed up through
to the other side. Being careful not to snag himself on any of the jaggedly cut
metal prongs he crawled slowly on his back, using the moonlight as best he
could. It was an easy task, his thin form was more than up for the task of slipping
through, and without a single hitch he was up and collecting his duffle bag,
now officially on the wrong side. Not a moment after he was back on his feet
and giving the bent fence another wary glance that a sound of crunching leaves
and grass caught his attention.
The dog whirled as fast as he could,
eyes wide and his legs bending in a crouch, ready in an instant to run or
attack. He wasn't for sure what he was going to meet, a zombie or a cop, but he
was ready to scramble back through the fence or even leap over it if need be.
Instead of some monstrosity however, the figure of a small, lithe girl filled
his gaze. With a loud click a light bloomed at her side and encompassed the two
in radiant white light from an LED lantern that hung from her grasp. Arthur
only winced as his vision became used to the new luminescence, his body
relaxing as he realized he was in the presence of his friend.
Her name was Lilly, a pure white
feline of no particular breed. She was shorter than Arthur by about half a foot
and she was considerably thinner. She wore a black skirt, fishnet stockings,
and a black shirt with a strange purple demon looking creature on it. Dark
make-up filled in under her eyes and over her lips, contrasting her natural
snow white color rather sharply and complimented the rest of her gothic styled
ensemble. If not for the long black hair that flowed against her back and her
light feminine voice Arthur would have had no doubt that she could have passed
for a young boy.
"Come on," she said softly and nodded
her head in a direction behind her before turning around and beginning to walk
that way. The boy swallowed hard again and began to follow.
"Maybe you should turn that off? We could get caught
here," Arthur spoke up after a few quiet seconds.
Lilly smirked to herself, "No one is going to see us way
out here, don't worry, pup." The canine
just stared at her back as he continued to follow, not really feeling any
better. His first thoughts were something close to that he shouldn't be nervous
anymore now that he wasn't alone, but as they began to step over granite name
plates and weave between headstones the spooky factor seemed to triple. In his
mind he silently demanded that he was no longer going to watch horror movies
from now on. A low fog had seemed to roll in as well the deeper the two
wondered into the graveyard, perfectly completing the scene. He was fully
expected a skeletal hand or a decay corpse to just erupt from the ground and
grab onto him.
His eyes were fixated on the ground and his mind was wandering
when he suddenly felt himself run into the girl's back. He hopped back quickly
not meaning to be so clumsy and opened his mouth to apologize but the words
caught in his throat as he saw how unresponsive and statue-like she had become.
Arthur tilted his head slightly to view her at a different angle and then
raised a paw to rest it on her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his fingers brushing gently
against her arm. She shrugged the gesture from her body, the first movements
she made since coming to a halt.
"I'm fine," she said
coldly, not turning around. Arthur craned his head around her and saw that they
had stopped in front of a very unremarkable headstone. It was a simple square
shaped piece of granite that stuck up from the ground about three and a half
feet with a smooth face and a rough top. He didn't really think too much of it
until he looked a bit closer at the lit surface from the lantern.
"Ozzy Khal?" The boy spoke up and tilted his head. "The
football player that died a month ago? Why are we here Lilly?" She didn't
respond right away. Silence stretched between them until she broke it with a
deep breath and a shuddering sigh.
"Did you bring my cigarettes?" she asked as she turned
around and hoped up to sit on the top of the headstone. The question took
Arthur aback but it eventually sunk in and he pulled the duffle bag from his
shoulders and opened it. His paw dipped within and began to fish around its
content. While there wasn't much stuff in there he did a good job of hiding the
carton and the little Bic lighter pretty well in an internal pocket. He pulled
the red and white box and green see-through lighter from his pack and offered
it to the feline, of whom took it graciously. Lilly was a year too young to get
her own, he knew that, he knew that was likely one of the reasons why he was
here, but something tugged at the back of his mind that this was all a bit
greater than having a smoke.
"So are you going to tell me?" he pressed, tilting his
form a bit closer and holding his arms out from his sides. "There's no way I'm
here just to give you cigarettes. Spill it," he demanded. Lilly had the end of
a cigarette glowing red by now and was taking a long drag from its butt. What
seemed like an eternity passed before she pulled it from her lips and exhaled a
rolling blanket of smoke.
"What's the worst thing that has ever happened to you,
Arthur?" she asked, her dark hazel eyes drawn towards the ground as her large
black boots lightly knocked against the headstone. "Gotten a bad grade?
Occasional disagreement with parents?" she continued with a cold tone. He
didn't answer, he knew this was going to lead up to something.
"What are you getting at?" he asked after another length
of silence that was stretched on by another drag from her cigarette.
"You knew him didn't you?" she asked and kicked the
headstone, emphasizing who she was talking to.
"Ozzy? I guess...not really personally but he was one of the
football players. Pretty recognizable guy too," he said and then a memory
suddenly surfaced, "Weren't you dating him when he passed away?" That question
elicited the still smoldering cigarette getting thrown at him, the hot tip
bouncing against his chest and singing the cloth and a few hairs just beneath.
"Hey!" he yelled in surprise, batting at the embers and brushing the tobacco
away. "What's the big deal?" he hissed angrily.
"I would never date a pig like that!" She snarled back,
smoke rolling from her lips like a dragon with each word she spoke, her eyes
alight with fury.
"Are you kidding?" Arthur retaliated, "You two were always
all over each other."
"Wrong again!" she spat. "He just...we were never together...I
was just his object..." she explained and slumped in her spot. "I never wanted
anything to do with him, but he was the kind of person that didn't know what
'no' meant," she explained with a sigh and fished another cigarette from the
pack that now bore the wrinkles of being squeezed. The boy watched her for a
long time as she spoke, even letting a long silence to draw between them as he
replayed her words again and again in his head. Lilly was finishing her
cigarette when realization dawned on him with a churn of his stomach.
"Did...did he rape you?" he asked, horror showing in his
eyes.
"He did a lot more than just rape, Arthur. He would hit me
if I ever fought back, and he'd always do it in places that wouldn't show or do
it in a way that no one could tell. He would use me whenever he wanted and he
grew this fictitious ruse that we were going out so he could convince people to
leave us alone or let us be together," she said and reached for a third
cigarette but her paw stopped as soon as her fingers touched the pack. It was
then she realized that she had begun to shake a bit. "He would tell me that I
should be happy and grateful that someone like him would give me the time of
day and that a lot of other girls would kill to be in my position..." she took a
shuddering breath and let it out slowly, calming herself down. "It was the
single greatest day in my whole life when that drunk driver T-boned his car at
that intersection. My only regret was that I wasn't the one who did it."
Arthur was stunned into silence, he didn't know if he
should have walked up to her and hugged her, to say he was sorry, or do something
at all. "Didn't you think to tell anyone what he was doing to you?"
"I did, but when no one took it seriously I stopped. It
would always get chalked up to either him being 'just a guy' or they would
think I'm lying to get him kicked off the football team to be with him more. It
was honestly very sickening," she said quietly and turned her gaze up to her
friend, who was just staring back in shock.
"So...why me then? Why here and why now?" he blundered back,
not even filtering the questions as they came to mind.
"You were always the nicest person to me in school. To you
I wasn't some freak to be preyed upon and heckled, and I knew you'd be one of
the few people that would believe me if I told you what had really happened,"
she explained fluidly. "We're here because there's something I promised myself
that I'd do if anything ever put Ozzy in the ground, and I think it's been an
appropriate amount of time so that we wouldn't have to worry about someone else
being here or getting caught." Arthur nodded his head a bit and stroked over
his chin thoughtfully.
"I guess that makes sense. So what did you-" he started to
ask, but the words caught in his throat as he watched Lilly suddenly pull her
skirt up and spread her legs, showing off that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Her perfectly trimmed and well-groomed pussy was fully exposed to the canine,
and even with what little light the moon offered he could see her offering
pretty well.
"I promised myself I wouldn't let my last sexual
experience be a bad one. I want you to fuck me, Arthur," she said and a smile
broke across her lips. Arthur was stunned into more silence, his eyes fixated
between her legs. He opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that came out
with a soft squeak. Lilly's smile turned into a devious smirk before she closed
her legs and hoped off her spot and approached her friend. When he realized she
was coming closer his mouth clamped shut and reason came back to his mind.
"But...is this appropriate? I'd think the last thing on your
mind after being sexually assaulted would be...you know..." he said, a blush
forming over his cheeks. Lilly didn't hesitate when she came up to him, her
paws seizing the zipper and clasp of his jeans and doing quick work of them.
"I'm no stranger to sex, Arthur. I'm a lot tougher than a
lot of other people would be in my spot. I try not to let the bad things in
life dictate who I am. Also, I think it adds the perfect insult to fuck on his
grave," she explained, stopping only when the mix breed's pants and boxers were
down at his ankles, his sheath fully exposed. Arthur opened his mouth to
protest again but his voice caught in his throat as he felt her lips wrap
around the opening of his furry sack. Her tongue darted in and stroked against
the soft canid flesh that was hidden away. Blood immediately began to flood to
his groin, and before they both knew it he was swelling into her mouth.
The girl was surprised that he was so average in body
physique but was able to hide away a very well-endowed cock such as this. As
soon as she was able to she began to bob her head up and down on his engorged
cock, both paws coming up to assist her progress. One gently cupped his furred
ball sack while the other stroked the base of his cock as her mouth would
suckle and swirl about on the last few inches of his meat. She couldn't believe
how well he was filling her cheeks out, easily one of the bigger men she had
ever been with.
Arthur's mind was in a pleasure induced haze, not really
for sure what to do as jolts of ecstasy rocked his body. The way she whirled
her tongue around his cock and pulled back, sucking so hard that her cheeks
became concave was something he never thought he was ever going to experience.
He was used to masturbation after all.
Almost as soon as it began it was over, and Lilly was
pulling her mouth from the dog's fully erect cock. Now that she was able to
size it up from a distance she could conclude that he was a solid nine inches
in length. She licked her lips at the thought, the fresh taste of precum
filling her mouth before swallowing and standing up.
"Ready?" she asked,
stepping back and taking a hold of his shirt, tugging him along and forcing him
to shuffle forward until her butt braced against Ozzy's tombstone. Her legs
arched up and wrapped around his waist, locking him in a vicelike hold with the
length of his member brushing up against her wet pussy lips. They could both
feel how turned on she was, practically dripping her juices down the face of
the granite slab.
"I've never-" he began but she silenced him with her paw.
"Don't worry, just relax. I'll do most of the work," she
assured and brought her other paw down to take a firm hold of his length. She
was once again reminded of how large he was, her fingers couldn't even wrap all
the way around its thickness. With a devious grin she angled him down towards
her entrance and pulled him up close with her legs. The dog practically fell on
her, half his girth ramming in without much of a warning that caused them both
to gasp in surprise. Arthur had never felt something so amazing in his life,
the feeling was like he had grabbed a hold of an electric fence and couldn't
let go.
Her legs drew him closer and Arthur was surprised as to
how strong she was despite her small stature. She let out a low cooing moan
before she began to ungulate her hips. Both paws rested on either side of her
and her rear end came off of the tombstone, being held up now by both of their
efforts. Arthur grabbed a hold of her hips, a shiver racing up his spine as he
began to feel her move on him. At first it was gentle grinding, her body
shifting from side to side to work the tip of his member against the more deep
parts of her cunt. Then it began to develop into light bucking, a few inches of
the dog cock pulling back before the girl would push herself back onto him.
Arthur found himself to be a quick learner, and with that
lesson came the thirst for knowledge. He soon felt himself pulling onto her
body instead of just her pushing. Lilly seemed to notice this new found passion
and allowed more of his broad cock to slip free of her warm depths. He nearly
pulled out a few times, his cock tip being held inside before every last inch
would drive back. The girl was huffing soft high pitched whines while the boy
was grunting and gritting his teeth, moans coming from his throat in gruff
exhales. Their bodies would clash with each powerful thrust, sending out a
rythmatic clapping sound that accompanied their voices.
"Oh fuck, I'm gunna cum!" Lilly screamed, the shrill voice
breaking into Arthur's lust covered mind and pulling him back to reality. His
heavy balls were smacking firmly against her ass with each movement he made,
her hot juices had soaked into his fur and were matting it down against his
skin. He didn't think girls could expel so much, he thought it was just a porn
trick or something on websites.
The rough movements combined with the perfect spooky
atmosphere certainly fulfilled one of Lilly's more favorite fantasies, and with
it was one of the biggest orgasms she had ever felt. Her body clenched and she
drew herself against the boy as tight as she could. Her legs were like a vice
on his midsection, every last part of his cock was pushed up inside of her
tight pussy, save for his knot that had ballooned safely outside.
Arthur didn't know what he was to expect, but it certainly
wasn't the gushing flow of femme juices that sprayed out from around his cock.
In an odd shock the action seemed to bring on his own orgasm that hit about as
subtly as a pallet of bricks. Together they screamed and bit their lips in an
attempt to muffle the waves of pleasure that coursed through their veins. Thick
milky seed embraced clear girl cum that flowed for a few more moments until finally
ebbing away into a trickle.
Together they panted, coming down as endorphins melted
away and muscles relaxed. Arthur gently set Lilly back down onto the tombstone,
allowing her legs to release her companion and drop back down. It was all the
dog could do to keep himself standing, and when he could, ended up stumbling
backwards and nearly falling over. Both paws rested on his knees, his large
cock rapidly deflating while still holding a frothy mixture of their combined
fluids. The same combination leaked from Lilly's pussy, her skirt held back and
open with one paw while she steadied herself with the other, allowing the viscus
fluid to drip and cover the top of the tombstone.
The feline smirked to herself, rather enjoying the mess
they had made all over the grave of the person she hated with all her heart. No
words were said for two long minutes, just heated panting and low grunts.
Eventually Arthur had caught enough of his breath to pull himself back together
and dressed himself again, making sure his soft cock was back deep enough into
its home before he zipped himself up. Lilly gingerly lifted herself down from
the tombstone and shuddered, feeling some of their after flow leak from her
cunny and onto her inner thighs. It was no doubt that they would both need a
shower later.
"Was...that good?" Arthur asked sheepishly, his blush
returning to his cheeks, though barely visible now.
"That was much better that good. Much better," she
responded with a smile, picking up the carton of cigarettes and lighter and
holding them out to the dog as he gathered up his duffle bag. He took them and
placed them back inside before zipping up and putting his arms through the
strap.
"Ready to go then?" he asked with a smile. Lilly smiled
back and nodded.
"One last thing though," she remarked and lifted her skirt
again, showing her dripping pussy one more time before she squatted down onto
the soft grass that made up Ozzy's grave. At first Arthur didn't know what she
was doing until he saw the spray of dark yellow urine come cascading from her
lips. Her tail hiked high in the air, and she seemed to be fairly well
practiced with what she was doing because she made sure to give a lot of effort
into coating as much area as she could with her spray. As Arthur watched he couldn't
help but feel a bit of electricity travel down his spine and cause his sheathed
cock to flex at the sight, a new fetish discovered perhaps?
It took less than a minute as the stream turned into a
trickle of a few drops. Lilly shifted herself around a bit to make sure she got
the last of her piss out before she stood up and spat a white glob of spit
right where she had sat on the tombstone. "Now I'm ready," she said cheerfully
and stepped up to the dog. He gave an affectionate, understanding smile and held
his paw out to her in a friendly gesture. She placed her own paw into his and
together they turned, walking back the way they came with the LED lantern
clutched in her opposite grasp and the large opening in the fence set as their
destination.