Picture a thickly wooded countryside - a thick carpet of reds and yellows, oranges and browns. The hills rise on either side of you as you glide over this majestic fall foliage, and down below you see a dark green ribbon. It’s a river, the water waxy-glassy dark, and as you reflect on it’s smooth solid thickness, you dip down, closer and closer, until you’re almost skimming along it. The air is much cooler, here, just above the water, and still and heavy, and you can feel the ponderous weight of the river as it pushes it’s way down the rocky canyon between these rolling hills. 

Sweeping down it for a while, you might notice it bends up ahead. They call it Cracker Jam Bend, though nobody rightly knows why. It’s an ugly turn, and you might just pull up rather than following it, jumping above the treeline again. That’s about when you’d see the Complex. The Stufftpouch University Recreational Complex, all shiny and fancy lookin’, smack dab in the middle of thick green evergreen forest. What’s that? Oh, you might say, wait a second, Narrator, you just said the forest was full of orange and yellow and red and brown leaves, how can it be an evergreen forest? 

Well, if you had been paying attention, you’d notice that right before you got to Cracker Jam Bend, the trees stop being deciduous and started being evergreen. ALL the trees here used to be Evergreen, you see, but the logging companies came and wiped out the whole forest, stripped it down and replanted maples and elms and oaks. They’re nice trees, sure enough, but they don’t really compare to the stately, enduring hardwood pine that still grows. Why didn’t the logging companies log past Cracker Jam Bend? Spoilers....

This complex, having just been finished being built a few weeks before, was the shining jewel of the Stuffpouch University Campus, the rest of which was located just on the other side of the river, a gleaming metal bridge boldly skirting over the top of the placid green river. It featured all sorts of crap that Universities need to be able to explain their ridiculous tuition rates - a fully featured sports arena, gym, and spa, as well as a memorial library dedicated to the generous benefactor who funded the building of the complex in the first place. It was a festering pimple of modern education, nestled right in the shaggy hair of this pristine old woods forest. 

Not that it was a -bad- thing.

On the contrary, it was a beacon of hope for the all-male University’s student body. If we were to zoooooom down into the building, passing through walls and structural supports like a pansy little ghost, you would see that the Stufftpouch U’s wrestling team, the Sawcutters, was doing some last minute sparring in before the arena’s first inter-university wrestling meet. There were going to be talent scouts, roaring crowds, and some have whispered Loud-Mouthed Murphy was even going to be there! The entire wrestling team, a bakers dozen of them, standing in a circle with Coach Gronk at the head of it. They were watching as a powerful black panther and a massive bull grappled. The bull’s thick hooves wrinkled the blue mat as he pushed at the panther’s body, the panther squirming and crawling and tangling around the bull’s masculine body. Being the perv we all know you are, you’d notice the bull’s fat dick, jutting down one leg of the school’s signature green and brown singlet. You’d probably notice the cat’s own erection trapped against his belly. Hell, you’d probably even notice the orc coach’s own erection! Erections were completely normal, he’d grunt, if you asked, and would gesture to all the other horny wrestlers standing around. Being in an all-male school led to a pretty frustrating existence for the athletes, with training and training and training, weeks of grinding and grappling their fellow horny classmates, and nobody particularly thought it was gay if you needed to pump a hot load in your dorm-mate’s mouth while he was sleeping, or his ass if he stumbled back to the room drunk. It just -happened-, and nobody thought or talked much about it.

	We’ll find out who won that sparring later, for now, let’s check out the library. How amusing - while the wrestling room was predominated by big cats and hoofers, the library is full of rodents and foxes. So cute. It’s almost finals and a cluster of them are taking advantage of the Rec Center’s library to study together. Well, some of them are studying, most of them are exploiting the free wi-fi to browse the web. Well, actually, they were all just fastidiously scrutinizing the latest porn to be posted on their respective Tunglr accounts except for a skunk. Nobody really wanted to invite the skunk to their planned circle jerk later, so they were hoping he’d get bored of them all ignoring him, and leave, but Opal was far too friendly and cheerful to catch on to their coughs and cold shoulders.

“Hey guys,” said the skunk, his voice soft and pleasing. “A long time ago, this area was one big logging camp, owned by the Hinkley corporation.” He looked around, but nobody seemed all that interested. He peered down at his screen, reading from the microfilm he’d found in the library’s freshly-imported archives. “It was the biggest corporation in the state and was the primary income for most of the towns around here. And then, like, seventy years ago, there was like some kind of accident, and the logging camp had to be-”

“Dude. Opal. Boring.” said the hulking raccoon to his side. “Why are you even looking at that?”

“I, just..” Opal glanced down at the microfilm, at the picture the devastation left in its wake, then sighed and closed the tab on the browser “Just thought it would be interesting.” He stretched his arms over his head, frowning at the sound of distant thunder. “Is it supposed to rain?”

	“Should be clear skies,” said Professor Faust,leaning back in the librarian’s chair, studying an old leatherbound tome with a glaring eye in the center of it’s cover. “At least that’s what my app said at five.” He glanced around, to see if he had garnered any respect from the younger students, but they none of them seemed to regard his app-savviness with the same amazement he had hoped for. 

	The lone cat in the room, a lion-maned leopard in a sleeveless hoody, rolled his shoulders. “Well, I’m done... studying... for the night.” he grinned, to the others, rubbing at a bulge that reached nearly to his hip. “I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air, upstairs. I hear there’s a party on the roof. No alcohol, of course,” he assured to the professor, before grinning back to the raccoon, and the fox who was tapping away a text message on the phone next to him. Oh yeah, there was booze all right. “Maybe see you guys up there?”

	The raccoon shrugged. Tunglr was so fascinating. So many pictures. So much porn. It was so much more.. interesting than these political games that his peers always seemed to be playing.

	Let’s zoom upstairs, shall we? Ah yes, the party. On top of the roof, funny we didn’t notice it on our zoom in. It looked to be a good one - not one, but two kegs, a folding table replete with chips, salsa, AND cheese dip, tiki torches, even a margarita pool. So where was everyone? There were only two fellows up there, in fact, a bulky bernese mountain dog, and a massive ram-horned wolf. One of a stack of thirty packs had already been opened, and was missing no less than ten of it’s cans, said cans being crushed and empty and laying around on the roof.

	A cool chill flapped the table’s  cheap plastic cloth, but the two heavily furred males couldn’t have cared less. 
	
	“Aiden, my friend,” said the chocolate furred Bernese. “This is going to be a hell of a night.”

	Aiden just chuckled, cracking open another can and chugging it. “Yeah? What makes you think that?”

	“Because you’re both going to be going to JAIL,” growled a voice from behind the big wolf-satyr. Aiden tensed up, eyes widening, and he carefully, slowly, crushed the can in his giant mitt, down into a ball of aluminum foil. He turned around.

	There was a lion-maned hyena standing at the door to the roof, leaning against it really, in what looked to be a police uniform. “What’s the meaning of all this? Is that .... alcohol?”
	
	Aiden winced. “Ah.” He glanced around, then winced deeper. “Maybe?”

	“I think I’m gonna need to take you in.” said the officer, moving his paw to his holstered weapon at his side.

	“What, BOTH of us?!” said the dog. “That’s a terrible idea, you would be leaving all of this alcohol here, completely unattended.” He nodded. It made sense! “ANYone could drink it!”

	The hyena fingered the bulge of his weapon, eyes slitting as he took in the bulk of the big satyr-wolf. “Yeah, good point. just you. Come on. I don’t have all night to wait for your pussy ass to come up with an explanation.”

	Aiden glanced over to the dog, as the hyena-lion hybrid pulled his arms behind his back, handcuffing them. Spencer was winking at him! The big dog casually drinking the rest of his beer, before heading over to get another one.

	“Try not to keep him -too- long, officer, I’m gonna need someone to move these kegs around, when the meet is over.” Another gust of cool air rustled the table, the tiki torches dipping and blinking. 

	“Oh, you’ll get him back, when I’m good and done with him.” The hyon slid his paw between the wolftyr’s thighs, grabbing a hold of the thick bulge there. “What’s this, more contraband? Come on, you’re gonna get put away for a Long time...” Haplessly, the seven foot wolf was forced down the stairs by the kinky officer, leaving the dog all by himself. Spencer went over to the table, scolding the wolftyr for leaving the chips bowl so close to the edge. He bent over, picking up the broken chips, and - What was that?

	He bolted upright, peering around the empty roof. Just him, the beer, and the wind. The quickeningly chilling wind. He peered up at the bright, round moon, the beginnings of a dark cloud front encroaching on it. Oh, that’s not good. Dark clouds covering a full moon can only mean one thing - this was the beginning of a horror story. 

	Wait, where was Aiden going? 

	Aiden was in fact being marched out of the recreational center entirely. The horny security guard prodded at his back, not with a gun, or a baton. No, it was a walkie talkie, but he was aggressive about it, prodding and poking the hulking sexbeast wolftyr as he pushed him along one of the just-finished walking trails.

	“Why do we have to go out here?” said Aiden, grumbling as he crushed a pinecone under his foot. “I think it’s going to rain.”

	“I have a werewolf fetish,” said the officer, prodding again. “And a little rain’s just gonna make you smell better, you hulking beast.”

	Soon the trail petered out, and they were walking amidst the pine needles. 

	“I don’t know about this, how are we going to find our way back?” said the captive wolftyr, glancing through the darkening woods. 

	“I have an idea,” said the officer, growl-purring softly. He undid his belt, dropping it the ground. Fifteen feet later, one of his shoes. Fifteen after that, one of the captive’s shoes. 

	Forty feet later and they were lost in the woods, and almost entirely naked, and the officer of the law pushed the handcuffed beast over a log. Aiden tripped, yelping and hitting the soft dirt, sliding down it until he was in the soft muck that was nearer the water’s edge. He kicked, rolling over onto his back, and glaring up at the naked hyon who grinned back down at him. 
	“Dinner tiiiime,” he said, and knelt down between the wolftyr’s thighs. The mud was soft - but not dangerously so, and while Aiden’s back was sticking to the sludge, there was no risk of sinking any further. It was almost comfortable, if it weren’t for the sticks and stones that poked at him, imbedded as they were just below the surface.

	Thoughts of embedded stones and sticks were replaced, though, with the feeling of the leg of his snug short-briefs being opened and nimble hyon fingers digging up along them and hauling him out.Those briefs were the only thing he was still wearing, and they were old and loose and it was easy to haul even his thick bulk down the leg and out into the open. He leaned up, watching as the hyon leaned forward, balancing on his knees, and started lapping over his furry sheath.

	“You hungry?” Aiden teased, smiling now as the rent-a-cop fawned and slurped at his quickly emerging cock. He squirmed, a smooth, solid rock pressing up against his buttocks, nudging between them as he got nursed on. The hyon must be loosening, shifting things with his weight.

	He had no idea how right he was. What made the hyon drag the wolftyr to just this spot? Was it fate? Coincidence? Subliminal mind-control? A Magical spell? Spoilers! The hyon had no idea, but he had brought the wolftyr to a very special spot. It was the place where something very bad had happened, many years ago, something that some Other characters, characters that aren’t having sex in the woods at the beginning of a scary horror story, might figure out. Not these two, though. 

	The hyon’s knees shifted, sliding apart in the muck, more and more. It was aggravating having to continually pull them back together, so eventually he just kinda squatted, sitting down. A hand left one huge wolftyr thigh, sliding to his own briefs and undoing the fly. Out flopped Captain Zerky, a nicely thick handful of lion cock, slapping down into the cool slimy mud. He scooped some up, using the increasingly slimy goop to jerk off with as he fellated the docile beast that was laid out so magnificently before him. Slurp, slurp, slurp, and when he felt more of the cool wet slime slide around his own balls, what of it? He let his cock go and grabbed the wolftyr’s own nuts, stroking and grinding his slimy paw over them as he wrapped his dry hand around the base of Aiden’s cock. He was hard now, a big ole wolf dick just begging for a nice blow job. He let go of Aiden’s balls, putting his hand back in the slime to help support him as he leaned over and deep throated that cock. 
	
	Zerky sucked and sucked, slurping, bobbign like a bitch in heat - of course he kind of did Everything like a bitch in heat, when he was into it - when he felt the sucking on his Own cock.

	Which was really off-putting, when your cock is in mud.

	“Why are you stopping?” said Aiden, as Zerky thought to think about what his body was telling him was going on. “Keep pulling on my balls, that feels soooo good.”
	You paying attention, kiddoes? Zerky wasn’t playing with Aiden’s balls. One hand was in the mud, the other was holding Aiden’s cock root. So who’s hand was-

	CRUNCH!!!

	The sound was felt, more than heard, as Zerky felt teeth jamming into his crotch. He yalped, pulling back away from Aiden’s groin, sliding onto his ass and staring at his crotch. 

	There was a face there. A HEAD! It was coated in mud, it’s muzzle too thickly clotted to be recognizable, but it was a head, and it’s jaws were clamped on the hyon’s loins! 

	“What is it, what’s going on?” Aiden struggled, feet sliding in the muck, and through the haze of the biting, Zerky could see a similarly mud covered hand wrapped around the wolftyr’s ball-sack, pulling down, those fat balls bulging against that cold, slimy, dead hand. 

	“He’s biting me!” Zerky yelped, and reality rushed back to him. He pushed, punched at the head that had bear-trapped into his crotch, and then screamed as those fangs, surprisingly sharp fangs, tore slowly through thick cock and bulging balls.

	He had to escape this, this thing, whatever it was! Aiden was howling, trying to pull his legs together to protect his equipment, and then with a rip, Zerky felt that clamping pressure leave his groin. The excruciating pain, flipping to a surreal nothing. He flopped down, free, and touched at the ragged wound where his groin was. Fingers touched the inside of his groin, where his cock used to be, and as he touched himself, somewhere he’d never touched before, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his groin burst with a thick rush of syruppy semen. It gushed, spattering and spilling out into the mud, as that mud-caked muzzle turned to Aiden. It’s jaws moved, wet earth falling off in splats and terrible crunching noises that Aiden knew wasn’t actually mud at all. He yanked at the handcuffs, pushing himself away from the mud, as the thing twisted and turned in the mud.

	A slimy, wet, cold hand lifted from the mud, and started to jerk him off. Aiden howled, as the hand on his balls twisted, pulling, yanking and pulling on his balls. They stretched, cords aching deep in his belly as that other hand corkscrewed cold and so slippery against his erection.

	“No, please, what do you- what are you- stop, I’m going to- No! Nooooooo!” he howled.

	He came! His cock spattering, fountaining his seed up in the air, thick majestic arcs of the white goop splashing the muddy muzzle, as those fingers clenched in and pulled in opposite directions. Aiden felt his knot crushed, bulging between those inhumanely powerful fingers, his balls twitching as they were strangled, all while he was still ejaculating.

	The thing’s arms twitched, and Aiden’s equipment ripped off, balls in one direction, cock in the other. He stared at his junk, now hanging in those creepy dead hands, and his eyes rolled back in his head. The soft crunching sounds afterwards, were the only sound the two castrated males made, as they drifted along the dark, still river of unconsciousness.

	Back at the roof, Spencer cocked a grin as he heard a ragged howl drifting in on the rising wind. “You go, Aiden, make sure you bring some of that back with you!” he laughed, checking his watch. The meet should be JUST about over. It was time to party!

	As something covered in mud stared at the monstrous Recreation Center, impinging on it’s land, it couldn’t help but agree.

			Welcome to...
SPLATTERFEST
Written by Charn

Starring (in order of copyrightedness to their owners)
Adon The Maned Wolf
Aesc The Ram		
Aiden The Wolftyr			
Bartholomew The Lion	
Basil Ramsley the Ram	
Bruce Brahman The Bull
Burst the Gryphon
        		Byron The Jackal
                   Chester The Panther
       Cirian The Golden Fox
Gronk The Orc - as “Coach Gronk”
Drew The Lion		
Faust Silverfen the hybrid as “The Professor”
Foxie The Dragon
Honeydew the Bull
Husher the Fox
Jay the Fennec-Fox
Jeremy Murray the Tiger
Joshua Falkenburg the Leopond
Kimbo The Hyena			
Krechevskoy Faith, Tiger
Kyle The Pony
Leo Leonal the Lion
Littilwood Avindar the Squirrel
Marcus the Wolf
Opal The Skunk
Rex Faith The Fox
Roan The Stallion
Saila The Raccoon-Fox
Scorpiious Anwyl The Feline
Seymour The Racoon		
Spencer The Bernese Mountain Dog
Taj The Panther
Tony the Bernese Mountain Dog
Travis the Otter
Zerky the Hyon - as “The Security Guard”

				Also  Starring
THE CHAINER (as himself)