A Date with Death (3339 Words)
Story by Nameless on SoFurry
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A Date with Death (3339 Words)
© 2009 - 2018 Nameless
Melissa hung up the handset of the door intercom and turned to me, "Get your ass in gear, Squeaky, your boyfriend's waiting." My real name is Sheila, Squeaky is a nickname, I'm a rat and I tend to squeak when I'm excited, so that name was probably inevitable.
"Coming." I dragged the comb one last time through my mess of headfur and hurried out of the bathroom.
She inspected me and nodded, "Looking good, Squeaky." She held the jacket for me and I slipped into it. She inspected me again, brushed off a speck of dust and nodded her approval, "Now go and knock out your boyfriend."
"Mike isn't my boyfriend. Not yet, it's only our third date."
"But you want him to be, don't you?"
I squeaked, "Yes!"
"Then don't leave him waiting. He's certainly a lot cuter than the other jerks you dated so far." She grinned at me, "Break a leg, Squeaky". I checked my purse to be certain I had everything I might need (including a couple of rubbers, just in case). Melissa gave me an almost chaste kiss for luck and I hurried out of the apartment while she went back to her preparations for the party (it was only a little after five).
While I waited for the elevator and then rode down the twelve floors, I could not help but think back on my 'boyastrophes' as Melissa liked to call them. Allen and Robert had been the best of the lot, they had at least been honest about not wanting a serious or long term relationship. Gus, Tom, King (a real dog, that one, pun intended), Janice and Bethany (okay, those two were 'girlastrophes') and finally Jared. Just thinking of his name made me shudder.. Plus a few I had only gone on one date with whose names I could thankfully not remember any more.
I guess I'm kind of a jerk magnet. Maybe I'm a little too desperate to go out with any guy who shows interest in me, but then I don't exactly have a lot to work with.
I'm a rat and not the most beautiful one at that. My fur is medium to light gray, lighter on the belly and I have mousy brown headfur. My glasses aren't exactly coke bottles, but not far from it. And I'm too tall and a little to heavy to rock that 'cute' angle like many mice.
I'm 20 and I study Parabiology (biology with a focus on supernatural and other unusual creatures), which is a little too nerdy for most males and doesn't exactly lend itself to small talk, especially once I start nerding out about it. That has turned off more than one otherwise interested male.
So far Mike was the only one who had not minded to listen to me gush about my chosen field of study. We had met in the college cafeteria (he studied medicine) and chatted and later flirted. He was fun to be around. So far we had gone on two serious dates and they had gone surprisingly well. I wasn't quite sure why he had insisted that we have our third date on Halloween (it was a Thursday), but he had made enough bad puns about it (like the one about the little slime ghost), that I decided to go along with it. And he was a bit of a horror movie buff.
Mike was as handsome as ever, blonde hair, pretty face, about four inches taller than me and slim. He wore a dark blue jacket and a nice shirt. We kissed long enough to draw stares from the passersby. As always his kisses made my lips and tongue tingle in a most interesting way. and then we walked hand in paw to his car. Well, not exactly his car, but he had sprung for a nice car-share limo from Unter.
He took me up Ashburn hill, also known as 'Lover's Knoll'. The park up there is really nice, especially close to sunset, and it gives you a great view of the lake and the city. According to the stories quite a few people have lost their virginity behind the bushes or in one of the many shelters in the park.
We walked around hand in paw, chatted and kissed occasionally. He was charming and funny and I couldn't help but laugh at his jokes. He even liked my squeaky laugh. As it was wont to do at this time of year, the sun approached the horizon and our walk in the park was over, much too soon. And yet I could hardly wait what would come next.
We got in the car and hit the road. I was surprised when he turned away from the road leading back to the city. He just gave me one of his infuriatingly mysterious grins and told me to relax. My anxiety turned to pleasure when we turned into the access road for the Chalet, a rather exclusive restaurant on top of the next hill.
We got out of the car and Mike offered me his arm. The head server seemed less than pleased to have a rat patronize his fine establishment, but as I was in the company of a human who had reserved a table there was not much he could do. I felt a little out of place, I wore my best jacket and one of my best dresses, but I still felt rather under-dressed, compared to the other females in the place. I barely squeaked by, so to say.
Still, we got a decent table and sat down. I did hear a few derogatory comments that seemed to be aimed my way, but spoken low enough that I couldn't be quite sure. I had learned to ignore such comments, even if they still hurt on occasion.
The place was so fancy that I got a menu without prices when Mike indicated that I was his guest. I choose the cheese steak and Mike got a regular steak, rare, according to his own words, he was a proud 'meatarian'. He ordered two whole bottles of wine, a white for me and a red for himself.
As soon as the waiter's back was turned, Mike turned up the charm a couple of notches. He kept his usual goofiness in check and his mien actually took on a slightly predatory air. The meal was fantastic as was the company. He probably would have managed to seduce me even if I had not been perfectly willing to be seduced from the beginning. What girl doesn't want a male who's willing to wait for her. Of course when he's as charming as this, the third date can't come fast enough. I drank too much wine, it was so good. I mean, I didn't get drunk, but I was definitely a little (or a lot) tipsy.
After ordering desert Mike suddenly fell silent. He held out his hand and smiled at me. He was taller than me, but somehow he managed to give the impression that he was looking up at me. My breath caught a little and I put my paw in his hand. He covered it with his other hand, gazed at me longingly and whispered, "Sheila, I love you."
My heart seemed to skip a few beats and then began to race. I breathed, "I love you too." I hardly remember eating my desert, the only thing that mattered was the pair of green-blue eyes looking into mine.
I hurried to the washroom to 'powder my nose'. An older woman wished me 'a fun and pleasant night'. I could practically hear the unspoken 'slut' at the end, but I didn't care. I just smiled at her and wished her the same, which really seemed to put her out of sorts so much she stared at me but couldn't seem to think of anything to say. It got even worse when her friend couldn't suppress a giggle. After that I left in a hurry, I didn't want to get in a fight.
As soon as we were outside the restaurant and the need for decorum was over, I threw my arms around Mike's neck and glued my lips to his. We kissed and felt each other up until my lips tingled and we were both out of breath.
When we finally reached the car, Mike turned to me and asked innocently, "So, my love, should I drive you home?" From his grin I knew that he didn't expect me to answer 'yes' to that question..
"No, the night is still young."
"So, would you like to go downtown for a walk or see a movie. Or should we retire to a motel room?"
"A motel?"
"There's a party at your place and my roommates are having one as well. I doubt that we'd get much privacy at any of our places. Well?"
I did not think about it for long, "Yes, the motel room sounds good, my love."
He bowed and quipped, "Your merest wish is my command, my lady." I almost swooned when he opened the door for me. A few moments later we were on the road.
I was a bit surprised when he turned away from the city, but I wasn't concerned. He asked, "I was thinking of the Ravenwood inn. Is that fine with you?"
That made sense to me. I had not been there, but according to the stories the Ravenwood inn was a kind of local institution for 'meetings' where discretion was indicated. Of course, that promise of discretion was not always delivered, otherwise there would not have been all those stories about it. It featured prominently in more than one scandal and the name had likely come up in several divorce proceedings. But I did not worry about that right now.
Mike rented one of the pricier 'exclusive' rooms, saying that it would give us more privacy. We took the stairs to the upper level and walked, hand in paw, around to the back of the motel where it where the room was located. I inspected the room while my boyfriend locked the door and closed the window blinds. The room was really nice, it had a table and two comfortable chairs. But what interested me most was the king-sized bed.
I put my purse on the table and sat down at the foot of the bed and grinned at Mike.
He took off his shoes and sat down next to me. He turned to me and asked, "So, love, what shall we do? Watch a movie or dance?"
"Dance?"
"The sweetheart's dance? Horizontal tango?"
I giggled and gave him a look of artful innocence, "I might let myself be talked into that."
He laughed, "Then let my tongue convince you." He kissed my nose, ears, neck and then full on the mouth. We let our tongues wrestle a bit until we were both out of breath. Somehow we had ended up lying on the bed. We smooched and felt each other up. I could barely remember touching them, but somehow, piece by piece our clothes went missing.
We paused for a moment, we was lying on his back with me on top. He grinned up at me and asked, "Well, love, would you like to wake up my little slime ghost?"
It took me a moment to get his meaning, but then I giggled. I bobbed my head up and down and kissed him. I kept kissing and licking him while my mouth slowly moved southwards. The neck, his nipples, bellybutton and then his 'slime ghost'. There was something delightfully disgusting about his smell and taste down there. Kissing and licking his male parts made me feel so naughty. Different from the other males I had been with. A little unpleasant but exciting all the same. Meanwhile his hands petted my head and scratched my ears gently, which felt wonderful.
What I liked best was to see and feel him grow under my ministrations. And grow he did, delightfully so. I could almost feel my lips smack in anticipation (and not the ones on my face)!
"My turn now." Mike pulled me toward him and rolled us over so that I lay on my back. Then he scooted back until his head hoovered above my belly. He gave me a toothy grin and asked, "What does a sex zombie eat? Looinns!"
I giggled and shivered in delight. A male who actually wants to eat me out!
He spread my legs and began to lick my rat-hole. His tongue made my skin tingle, even down there. It felt wonderful. And he actually seemed to enjoy it! Every now and then he looked up at me and grinned, once he even smacked and licked his lips in apparent pleasure. More than one guy had gone down on me without enjoying it. I could tell that they had only done it because he felt it was expected of them.
But Mike enjoyed it. And he was good at it, soon I was panting and making little squeaky noises. And he didn't just do it to get me excited and a little wet. I expected him to stop at any moment but he didn't. Suddenly a massive climax shook me and I saw stars go off. My loud squeaks of pleasure seemed to come from far away.
When I came down to earth I looked up at my boyfriend's grinning face. His lips and cheeks glistened with my juices and the scent of my arousal filled my nose. My crotch felt tingly and numb, but in a good way. The look in his eyes was the most predatory I had ever seen, so much that I felt a little shiver of fear. But the excitement won out and I raised my arms, wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down to me.
I tasted myself on his lips, but that didn't bother me at all. We kissed and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Deeper and deeper until it almost seemed to reach my tonsils. A part of me wondered about that, but mostly it felt good, it made my mouth tingle more than ever.
I broke the kiss and tried to say something like, "I love you." My mouth opened, but no sounds came. I tried again but my tongue and vocal cords were petrified! A sudden wave of terror hit me like a bucket of cold water. Suddenly Mike's face looked completely different, drawn in, his teeth looked like needles and his eyes seemed to glow with a malevolent green light.
Somehow I managed to slip out form under him before he could pin me down with his weight. I tumbled out of the bed and scurried back. Unfortunately in the wrong direction and I found myself backed into a corner.
Mike stood up without hurry, he was between me and the door. His whole body looked different. He was a monster! It's funny what things you think of in such a situation. I had read about him, about monsters like him, in Paracritters 101. He had to be a skinwalker. That term is sometimes used generally for any monster that can change forms to look like a human (or fur), but specifically for a type of ghoul. They are smart and can easily live among us, but to retain their ability to hide the monstrous form they have to kill and (partially) eat a human or fur every now and then.
He was taller than before, but thin like a scarecrow. His whole skin looked leathery now and stretched over the bones, his previously manicured fingers sported long claws and his teeth looked sharper than a shark's. Thinking all this I had made me dither too long and I had lost what little chance I might have had to slip by him and escape.
I shrank back as far as I could while he towered above me. He taunted me, "Stupid rat! Did you really think a handsome guy like myself would want to sleep with you. But I didn't lie to you about one thing: I want to eat you."
I tried to beg, but no sounds came. Then I tried to fend him off, but he was much stronger than me, he grabbed my arms and easily held them with one clawed hand. The claws cut my skin and I would have screamed if I could have. His other hand found my throat and began to squeeze. Slowly, ever so slowly he tightened the grip and choked me, enjoying my helpless terror. I struggled as hard as I could but black spots appeared in my vision and then everything went black.
And then somehow the black turned into a red fog. I don't remember much, pain, clawing, biting and a horrible taste in my mouth.
When the fog lifted I found myself kneeling above a corpse. It was quite obviously dead, there was a huge hole where the stomach used to be and everything was splattered with blood. No, not blood, a stinking brownish gunk. My paws were covered with the stuff, and my right arm was soaked past the elbow. I realized that I was holding something and opened my right paw to look at it and found a largish piece of rotting meat.
With a start I realized that I was holding Mike's heart. My first thought was quite absurd as I remembered something I had read once in a comic, 'the fastest way to a man's heart really is through the stomach because then you don't have to chop through the pesky rib-cage'.
But the humor of the situation faded quickly and left only nausea. I barely made it to the toilet before I began to puke out my guts. After an unpleasantly long time my stomach settled a bit, mostly because it was completely empty. I rinsed out my mouth and washed the worst of the gunk off my arms.
Suddenly I remembered something and hurried back outside. Thankfully the corpse was still a monster. I found the small pillbox in my purse, opened it and sprinkled the corpse with salt. Some monsters revert to their true form after death, others to their human one. For some reason no one has yet found, sprinkling them with salt prevents that and makes them keep the form they had before death, at least for a few days.
I returned to the bathroom and cleaned off the rest of the gunk. Slowly my brain began to work again and I considered what to do.
In the end I decided to call 911 and wait for the police. With what was clearly a dead monster I should (hopefully) have little trouble claiming self-defense. I might even get to watch the autopsy as none of the local coroners had much experience with supernatural creatures and always called in my university department to assist them. Maybe that would earn me extra course credits.
I put on my dress and called 911. My vocal cords were still paralyzed, but thankfully they allow you to use a messenger nowadays. Since I live in a liberal state, they will even let you use WhatsYiff. I got the connection, turned on the phone's cameras to show them the body and gave a short statement on what had happened. The operator assured me that everything would be fine and that a patrol car would be at my location in a few minutes. Since he asked me to, I left the connection up while I waited.
I pushed one of the chairs into the far corner of the room and sat sat down in it. I tried not to look at the corpse on the ground, but my eyes kept returning there. I wondered what it said about me that the only thing I could think of was, "Meh, that was only the third worst date so far."