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A fun Halloween tale. :3

I wasn't gonna do anything for Halloween, but I'm smitten with Lambent64's dumb possum bitch Remy, and when we had this idea together I couldn't not immediately write the whole thing.

You can see some Remy sketches here and here.

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With the rest of his life a total mess, the possum would take what he could get.\n\nHe felt a buzz inside his pants pocket and tugged his phone out. His heart twisted inside his chest when he saw he had a message from his ex, Billy.\n\nA weird, sickening, exciting mixture of emotions bubbled inside of him, like a witch’s cauldron filled with random ingredients that barely made sense to others. Dread. Guilt. Shame. Lust. An overwhelming need. They made sense to Remy, in a way. While his finger hovered over the notification, his other hand mindlessly rubbed his own soft round tummy. Billy had loved to play with his stomach…\n\nPunching him in the gut. Slapping him around and making fun of him. Laughing at him while Remy continued sucking Billy’s cock even as he cried. Billy told him he deserved the pain for being so pathetic -- that the possum fag was [i]lucky [/i]for Billy’s attention because Remy was pitiful and pathetic. A waste of air and space. Good for nothing other than being a cocksucker and a punching bag.\n\nRemy missed him so much. It was so hard to hold back from messaging him all the time. He’d begged to be taken back, but Billy wasn’t interested because he said he found someone better. That couldn’t have been hard to do…\n\nAs he opened the message, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of happiness. It was rare that Billy had messaged him for once, rather than the other way around.\n\n‘[i]Saw your photo on Furbook[/i]’.\n\nRemy had posted a photo of him and Jack online in their Halloween costumes -- the cub in his white ghostly sheet with little eyeholes cut out, and Remy dressed as a ninja as best as he could afford… mainly wearing all his black clothes, with a black t-shirt tied around his head to hide his messy green-dyed hair, showing only his baggy eyes, tired from insomnia.\n\nHis heart sank when he saw the next line of Billy’s message.\n\n‘[i]FUCKING HELL you’ve gotten so FAT. Should I be worried you’re gonna eat your own son? Why are you putting your obese gut in people’s feeds? lmao you’re disgusting.[/i]’\n\nRemy swallowed the lump in his throat. The residual smile he’d been carrying from the happy evening faded and he looked down at his tummy. Was he really getting fatter? Was it that obvious? He frowned. It must be obvious if Billy noticed. Maybe he should have worn some kind of costume to hide his shape better. No one wanted to see his fat body…\n\nHis finger hovered over the letters on his screen, guilt-ridden ideas creeping into his mind of things he could say -- [i]‘I miss you’, ‘Maybe you could help me lose weight because you’re so fit’, ‘What are you doing later?’ [/i]\n\nHe just… wanted to see him again so badly. Without Billy, he had no one other than his young son. His family had disowned him because of what happened with Jack. He never went out because he was so self-conscious, so he didn’t have any friends. He just hated himself so much. At least when he was around Billy, he could share that hatred with someone. Otherwise he was just alone in the relentless darkness. No one to--\n\n“Ready!” Jack announced from behind, jumping in front of him and throwing his little arms up underneath his ghost-sheet. “[i]Booo[/i]!”\n\nRemy sighed, and looked down at the ghost with a tired smirk. He remembered that this night was about his son, not about him. \n\n“Okay, let’s go kiddo”.\n\nMaybe he’d think about something good he could say to Billy while they were wandering around tonight anyway.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nJack skipped along the path in front of him, swinging his pumpkin-shaped bag back and forth happily, jostling with candy. It was getting dark, but the streets were decently lit by the orange glow of streetlights in this neighbourhood. Remy felt a little less self-conscious in the darkness -- some of the other cubs had extravagant costumes that it seemed like tons of effort and money had gone into. There was only so much he could do as a single dad, and he sometimes wondered if the other parents were judging him. At least Jack seemed obliviously happy.\n\n“We’ll head back soon, kiddo?” Remy said, panting slightly from walking for so long. He didn’t get exercise very often, and he was so sweaty that he’d needed to remove the t-shirt from around his face. “Maybe just finish this street?”\n\n“Okay Daddy!” his son said, bouncing into the air between each step. If he was disappointed, he hid it well. More likely he was still riding the high from the big haul they’d gotten at the last house -- an older lady goat who was clearly ready for bed because she’d dumped the rest of her candy in Jack’s bag and turned the lights off after they left. \n\nThey approached an entirely unassuming house with few decorations, but the lights were on inside, and the front door was slightly open. The young ghost skipped down the front path and knocked on the door. Remy plodded tiredly along behind his son. He wasn’t paying much attention -- in his mind, he was wondering how Billy would react if he sent him a shirtless picture. He’d probably say something horribly mean. It didn’t feel like a terrible idea… \n\nWhen the door opened, Remy’s eyes opened wide and he totally forgot about everything else in the world for a moment. Standing in the doorway was a huge dark wolf, shirtless, only wearing pants. Backlit by the light from within the house, his broad, muscular form was entirely black, except for his icy cold blue eyes, and sharp white teeth.\n\nThe wolf was so intimidating that Jack took a couple of small steps back. But the effect was opposite on Remy. He felt pulled towards the wolf like he was radiating a magnetic force. His mouth fell open and he couldn’t pull his eyes from the huge fur’s muscled body. \n\nWhen the wolf’s eyes fell upon Remy, the possum couldn’t breathe. The wolf looked him up and down like he was studying him, and something about his gaze made Remy feel completely bare and exposed, like he was under a spotlight. In the wolf’s powerful and attractive presence, the fat possum felt absolutely tiny, and he blushed intensely. It was a good feeling, a feeling he had missed for so long, and it was intoxicating. When he summoned the courage to make eye contact with the wolf’s icy eyes, it felt like the wolf was staring into his soul. Whatever the large black fur saw in Remy… it made him show his sharp teeth in a wide grin.\n\n“Trick or treat?” Jack said, in a noticeably quieter voice than usual.\n\nDespite easily being the scariest thing the pair had seen all Halloween, even without a costume, the wolf knelt down so he was closer to Jack’s height and smiled at him. “That depends, little ghost”, he said in a voice that was deep but soft. He grabbed a handful of candy from a table next to the door, and held it in front of the cub. “Tell me… are you a good ghost, or a naughty ghost?”\n\nJack hesitated to reply, but he was committed to his role. “A… a naughty ghost”, he said sheepishly, raising his obscured arms under the sheet. \n\nThe wolf chuckled. “Good, because I’m a naughty wolf”. He looked at Remy through the sides of his eyes and winked, and the chubby fur shivered. Then he stood up and tossed the candy down the path in front of his house, behind the pair of possums. “You can go pick that up, kid. It’s yours”, he added.\n\nAfter a moment, Jack obliviously pranced over to the scattered candy and picked it up, one or two pieces at once… bending over each time. The sheet hanging around him rode up his body, revealing a pair of tight shorts.\n\nThe whole time, the wolf stared at Jack. His cold eyes narrowed, and he licked his lips slowly. And Remy stared at the wolf, his heart racing inside his chest, his hands shaking, his lips quivering. Because in front of him was something he couldn’t ignore. The wolf had a growing erection bulging inside his pants, and Remy couldn’t look away.\n\nThe wolf wasn’t hiding what he was doing at all. If anything, the way his smirk was growing in time with his cock meant he was enjoying doing this right in front of the kid’s dad, who still hadn’t managed to utter a word. What was the possum meant to do, anyway? Demand that this fur twice his size stopped perving on his cub son’s ass? Yell at him to stop being dirty? Grab his son’s hand and run away from this huge bad wolf?\n\nWell… probably, yeah. But the only muscle moving in his entire body was his small dick hardening inside his pants. He’d always had a thing for bad boys, and this was very, [i]very bad[/i]. His ex was right about him. He was fucking pathetic. He couldn’t help but play with the fire. And this fire was so fucking hot.\n\nThe large fur leant against the doorway, arms folded. “How old is he?” he asked, barely looking away from Jack’s underage ass -- the tone of his voice growing darker now.\n\n“S-seven”, Remy said, swallowing hard. \n\nThe wolf looked down at him and grinned happily. “And you’re his dad?”\n\nThe possum nodded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, uh, single parent”.\n\nThe wolf raised an eyebrow playfully. “I fucking hate kids. Must be hard sometimes dealing with a little cunt that age running around”. He stared at the possum expectantly. “You get sick of putting up with him, right?”\n\nRemy gulped. Under the wolf’s steady gaze, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being tested. He knew the right thing to say, somewhere, in the back of his mind. He loved his son. Jack was kind and considerate and clever and well-behaved most of the time. But he was a single dad, struggling, poor and depressed. And Remy couldn’t help himself. It had been so long since he’d felt anything other than misery. And this wolf was so… exciting. He wanted to stoke the flames, not snuff them out. “Y-yeah, sometimes”, he admitted.\n\nThe wolf nodded along like the topic of their conversation wasn’t a big deal at all. “He’s got a hot little ass. Ever fuck him?”\n\nRemy trembled on the spot, shaking his head.\n\nThe wolf shrugged and sighed. “Shame. Tight little thing like that shouldn’t go to waste, don’t you agree?”\n\nBreathing heavily, the possum couldn’t help but glance down at the wolf’s crotch. Even constrained by the fabric of his clothing, his bulge was scary. His own cock ached painfully inside his pants at the terrible, shameful thought. He opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words he wanted to say. But the wolf chuckled to himself, and Remy sensed the wolf could tell what he was thinking anyway. \n\nJack bounced back up to the adults, his candy bag even heavier now. “Thanks mister!” he said.\n\nBut Remy didn’t turn to leave. He couldn’t even bring himself to look down at his kid anymore. His eyes and mind were swimming in the sight of the wolf’s muscular body and giant bulge, and the thoughts of terrible things that might be.\n\n“You’re welcome kiddo”, the wolf said warmly. “Y’know, I’ve got a really big treat for you too, if you want it. But, you and your dad will have to come inside if you want it”. He looked to Remy with a raised, expectant eyebrow and a smirk.\n\nJack looked up at his dad, confused, sweet little eyes looking for direction through the holes in the sheet.\n\nIn a slow, dark, and deliberate voice, the wolf added, “You… understand the… [i]logistics [/i]of what I’m saying, right?” He gestured towards his straining crotch, and smirked proudly to himself as his squished dong throbbed. “I don’t hold back. And it’s [i]very big[/i], and he’s very… [i]small[/i]”.\n\nHis whole life, Remy had done whatever superior males demanded of him. For Remy, the only thing that ever made his pain worthwhile was using his suffering to make a superior male feel good. That was the only time he ever felt like he had a purpose. So how could he say no to a godlike stud like this? Pleasuring that huge twitching wolf cock felt so much more important than anything. Or anyone.\n\n“It’s okay, Jack”, Remy said through a tight throat. “Go inside”.\n\nThe cub’s eyes softened. He trusted his dad.\n\nAs Remy walked past the wolf, the bigger male whispered in his ear, “Good little bitch”, and the possum smiled. Tingles moved through his fat body. It felt good to serve. It felt right.\n\n“Thank you… sir”.\n\n“Call me Wex”, the wolf growled. Then he locked the door behind them, and turned off the lights.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIt all happened so fast.\n\nWex ripped the ghost sheet from Jack’s body and tossed it across his living room. The tiny, startled possum looked to his dad in confusion and growing fear for only a second before the massive wolf stepped between them, grabbing him roughly by the neck with a dark paw and raising him into the air at the end of a powerful arm, baring rows of sharp teeth right in his face. Jack’s pumpkin bag dropped to the floor, scattering candy all over the carpet, as he let out choking whimpers, kicking and struggling pathetically against the strong wolf.\n\nSneering in the cub’s strained face, Wex growled, “You’re a dumb little cunt kid, so I wanna explain this to you, so you understand”. He hooked his sharp teeth into the kid’s shirt collar and ripped it from his body, exposing the soft fur of his chest and tummy, tattered pieces of cloth falling around his feet. “Your daddy [i]wants [/i]me to hurt you”. He hooked his other hand into the cub’s waistband and yanked on his shorts painfully until they finally ripped, leaving the cub totally naked. “And he’s gonna thank me for hurting you by pleasuring me with his mouth while I do it,” he said, turning to look at the stunned possum dad. “Isn’t that right, bitch?”\n\nRemy nodded like he was in a trance. A part of his mind cried that this was wrong, but louder, angrier, more desperate parts said that this was how things were meant to be. This was his purpose. This was Jack’s purpose. Remy was so pathetic that he deserved to suffer and serve. Jack was so tiny and cute that he deserved to be raped. And Wex was so sexy that he deserved the pleasure of inflicting this pain upon them both, if that was what would make him feel good.\n\n“Get the fuck over here and help get my fat dick outta these pants, then”.\n\nThe possum dad crawled across the floor until he was kneeling in front of Wex, his son struggling in the air above of him. With shaky hands he undid the button to the wolf’s pants and tugged the zip down. Wex’s fat bulge flopped out inside his underwear, the manly scent of a wide patch of precum hitting Remy in his dumb face. The possum hooked both hands into the wolf’s underwear band, but a hand suddenly gripped his hair and yanked his head back. \n\n“Do it with your teeth, fatty”, the wolf growled down at him. “And take your time. Show me how much you appreciate what I’m giving you”.\n\n“Mmmmnnghh”, Remy groaned. With permission to follow his instincts, he flopped forward, smushing his face into the wolf’s bulge, and breathing the manly smell of his cock and balls in deeply. Some parts were soft against his face, while others were hard and throbbing, pushing back against his face as it struggled to expand further. It surrounded his drooling face with intense heat, and Remy kissed and licked it lovingly through the fabric, tasting the wet sticky precum oozing through the fabric with his tongue.\n\nHe felt a stream of hot liquid pouring down his head, and was briefly confused until he heard Wex laugh cruelly. “Pissing on your daddy? You are a naughty little ghost, huh?”\n\nJack was pissing himself out of fear as the wolf choked him. The guilt and shame gnawing on Remy’s mind faded as he felt Wex’s cock throb even harder. The wolf enjoyed fear. And if it made this incredible stud feel good, Remy liked it too.\n\nEven after all the anticipation, when Remy finally tugged Wex’s underwear halfway down his thighs to unleash his monstrous penis, the possum fell back onto his fat ass, gasping in awe. The massive cock bounced heavily in the air, growing thicker every second now that it was finally free of its constraints, precum drooling from its head. Wex groaned with relief now that his cock was free, but Remy was eager to continue pleasing him. He scrambled forward, smushing his face against the wolf’s thick, dark red knot and twitching black balls, surrounding his face with the powerful heat and overwhelming scent as he kissed Wex’s junk passionately.\n\nThough the wolf grunted with pleasure from the possum’s mouth, it wasn’t long before he hurled the cub across the room onto a couch, and stomped towards him, fat cock swinging heavily in the air between his thighs, tail swishing happily. Remy crawled after him on his hands and knees, tongue hanging from his mouth. \n\nBetween Wex’s legs he caught a glimpse of his terrified son, tears streaming down his sweet face, clutching at his neck. “Daddy… help”, he begged in a croaky voice.\n\nWex laughed darkly from above. “Yeah [i]daddy[/i]… help me feel good while I split your son’s ass apart with my fat rod”.\n\nRemy groaned weakly. He knew he was nothing more than a worthless slave, and he did what he was told without hesitation, kneeling behind the wolf’s rear and burying his face between Wex’s thick round ass cheeks. \n\nHe heard his son squeal and slap his hands against the couch to try to escape as Wex shuffled the cub’s tiny body into position -- tummy on the couch, ass hanging over the edge. As the wolf squatted down, angling his cock forward, Remy paused and stared between the wolf’s thighs. The sight was… unbelievable, obscenely sinful, almost ridiculous. He saw Wex’s dark red, thick, cock head press against his son’s soft fuzzy ass cheeks. Slick with precum, the wolf’s cock easily parted the boy’s cheeks, but it very quickly met with resistance. Wex barely slowed down. All around him, Remy could see the wolf’s muscles tensing and clenching as he pushed forward. Jack sunk further into the couch cushion and starting screaming and kicking, but the wolf simply placed a broad hand against the back of the cub’s head and mashed his face roughly into the couch as he pushed further. Remy could just barely see his son’s tiny pink hole stretch impossibly around the wolf’s head… but there was so, so much more to go.\n\n“This ain’t gonna be pretty”, Wex grunted down at him.\n\nRemy panted heavily. “D-do what you need to do… stud”, Remy replied. He didn’t realise he was crying until he tasted his own tears running into his mouth as he spoke. Those tears sank into the wolf’s ass fur as he smushed his face against the wolf’s asshole. \n\nThe wolf chuckled happily. “Well, this ain’t on me, kid. Your daddy gave me permission”.\n\nSuddenly, all the wolf’s muscles tightened, his ass clenched around Remy’s head, and he rammed his hips forward powerfully. Remy heard a sickening scream, muffled by the couch cushion and the ass cheeks around his head, but it didn’t last long. Wex started growling like an animal, savagely thrusting forward into the cub, forcing his fat cock deeper and deeper into the too-tight hole. Jack flailed wildly as he tried to escape, kicking against the wolf with tiny legs, but he had no chance. At this point, he barely made any noise other than low-pitched weak groans and choking sounds -- maybe because Wex was fucking him like an animal, giving the poor tiny child no time to adjust to the massive dick beating him up from the inside. \n\n“Ugghh! Fuck yeah! Take that dick you tight little slut!” the wolf groaned, his huge strong body getting into a rhythm of thrusting back and forth. His movements were so forceful that Remy struggled to keep his tongue against the wolf’s hot hole. He took a break to tongue Wex’s swinging nuts instead, but froze when he looked between the wolf’s thighs.\n\nWex was burying his entire penis inside Jack with every thrust, knot smacking against his chubby little cheeks, heavy balls slapping against Jack’s little junk which was bent down against the edge of the couch. For a moment, Remy couldn’t move as he stared at the sickeningly exhilarating sight. He kind of knew what was happening already, but… seeing this made it undeniable. The wolf was so big, and Jack was so small. Wex was raping his son to death.\n\nThe wolf picked up pace as the cub spasmed helplessly beneath his massive body, a deep growl growing in volume from within his throat, the powerful muscles across his body bulging through his dark fur as they tensed and twitched. Jack gurgled and groaned pathetically. It was no surprise he couldn’t scream. Wex was probably slamming that huge dick into his lungs with every thrust.\n\n“Here it comes… you little… cunt… guhhhhh!” Wex roared.\n\nRemy buried his face inside the wolf’s ass to worship his hole with a wet tongue as the wolf threw his hips forward and let out a howl. Trick-or-treaters on the street probably heard Wex’s ecstatic howl, but on this night of all nights, they probably shrugged it off as some kind of Halloween thing. Little did any of the families know that they were listening to a wolf fuck an innocent kid to death, cumming deep inside his tiny body in places a cock was never meant to go.\n\nAs he listened to Wex grunt and groan as he came, Remy licked at his hot hole like a hopeless slut. He hated himself for what he had done. But, he always hated himself. What did he or his pathetic feelings matter compared to a god like Wex? What was a dumb kid’s life worth compared to the incredible, spine-shiveringly, brain-meltingly sexy sounds of pleasure the wolf was making right now? Wex’s body shivered as he dumped his heavy load dangerously deep inside Remy’s son, and the possum massaged his testicles adoringly with his hands as he ate the wolf’s ass.\n\nWex’s constant sounds of pleasure finally faded to tired pants, and Remy could hear his son’s weak gasps once more. Wex stumbled back a little on weak legs, and a river of cum followed his softening cock, running from the cub’s wrecked hole onto the carpet.\n\nRemy didn’t stop pleasuring the wolf even after his orgasm. He was still wild with his own mindless lust -- his underwear a soggy mess of precum, his cock throbbing pleadingly for release but ignored in favour of Wex. The wolf didn’t stop him. Instead, he stood there, rubbing his own muscular body in a loving way, soaking in the pleasure. Remy worshipped the wolf’s body with his mouth and hands, until he suddenly paused in shock. \n\nWex’s balls, which he had been able to hold in his hands until now, had swollen to an… unnatural size. Remy fell backwards on his butt and his eyes widened when he saw that Wex’s cock had thickened to the size of an arm as well. And it was growing in size with every throb.\n\nNoticing the shift in his behaviour, Wex glanced down at his slave with a proud smirk. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of this before”.\n\nThe possum stuttered in shock, “N-no, I… I just… n-never thought that I’d get to see it”.\n\n“Then you’re in for somethin special”, Wex said, casually stretching with his arms behind his head. “It’s kinder this way, anyway, y’know. I think I broke his hips and spine to pieces. Heard some pretty nasty crunches when I was slammin him at the end, heh”.\n\nRemy was so smitten at this point that it didn’t matter what Wex said. He was going to do whatever was asked of him, regardless.\n\n“Now, my balls are feelin really hungry”, the wolf said with a sigh. “Why don’t you help out and feed your son into my dick, hmm?”\n\nThe possum nodded like a mindless drone, crawling forward to where his son’s weak, wounded body lay over the couch. He was still breathing unsteadily, and sobbing quietly with choked breaths, but otherwise hardly moving. Wex had fucked him within an inch of his life, the huge hung god that he was. To Remy’s side, the wolf’s cock was bigger than ever and an endless stream of slick precum was drooling from its thick slit. Inside Wex’s heavy sack, his swelling balls shifted needily, and it almost sounded like they were rumbling with hunger. Obediently, Remy scooped up his son’s foot paws and placed them against Wex’s slit.\n\nInstantly, the huge cock slurped them down all the way up to his ankles, and Wex let out a happy sigh. “Mmmmm, it’s been a while”, he said, closing his eyes happily. Remy sat back, watching in awe as the gigantic penis swallow his son’s legs all the way down, until it started dragging him off the couch towards his doom.\n\n“Daddy…” Jack whimpered weakly, his paws gripping at the couch, turning his face towards his father. His eyes were blank, the light raped out of them, and full of terror. “H-help me… Daddy…”\n\n“Kiss him”, Wex ordered without pause, rubbing his pecs as his cock slurped the kid down to his waist. “Tongue-fuck the little slut for me, mmmm”.\n\nJack looked up at his dad and begged with his boyish voice. “N-noo… please… Da--”\n\nRemy scooped his tear-soaked boy into his arms and locked lips with him, moaning into his child’s mouth as he crammed his tongue between his teeth, licking into Jack’s mouth with as much passion as he was showing the wolf’s asshole five minutes ago. His son cried in his grasp and tried to pull away, but there was little strength left in Jack’s beaten body.\n\nWex laughed proudly and watched as Remy made out with the slowly disappearing kid. “That’s a good boy”, he said, rubbing the possum’s green hair affectionately. Remy smiled against his son’s quivering lips. It felt so nice to be praised. He licked deeply into Jack’s mouth. It tasted like the candy he’d been eating. Breathing through his nose, the taste mixed with the increasingly thick masculine scent of Wex’s cock.\n\nIt wasn’t long before Jack’s sniffling head was the only part of his tiny body outside of Wex’s cock. He couldn’t cry or whimper for his daddy to help him anymore. Remy obediently kissed his sweet little face right up until it sank inside the warm embrace of Wex’s slit, and the possum dad got a sudden mouthful of slippery precum as the wolf’s cock closed around his son.\n\n“Careful what you’re kissing”, the wolf chuckled, stumbling backwards. “You don’t wanna end up in there too”.\n\nI would if that’s [i]what you wanted[/i], Remy thought, looking up at the arrogant wolf with adoring eyes. But for now, he kept that thought to himself.\n\nWex turned around and dropped his ass down on the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh with his huge cock flopped against his muscular chest. Jack’s struggling outline was faintly visible through the dark red flesh of his monstrous penis as he sank down towards Wex’s balls, and Remy stepped forward between the wolf’s legs to caress the shape of his son through the cock. “That’s amazing”, he said quietly, his face burning as it blushed, his whole body sweating from the raw intensity of what was happening. He’d never seen anything like this before. “Y-you’re so hot”.\n\n“I know”, Wex replied, leaning back with his arms behind his head, grinning arrogantly. “Get naked for me, bitch”.\n\nThe wolf’s command was much more powerful than the chubby possum’s self-conscious shame. With his head down shyly, Remy tugged his shirt free over his head, and wiggled out of his pants. When he dropped his underwear, his hands lingered in front of his painfully hard but small dick for a while. The wolf rolled his eyes and gave a brief gesture with his head towards the daddy’s crotch, so Remy let his hands flop by his sides. Wex eyed his small junk for a moment, then he smirked up at the blushing raccoon’s face. \n\n“I’m much more interested in your fat ass”, Wex said.\n\nRemy smiled meekly, the words soothing his tortured ego.\n\nWith a faint sloshing sound, Jack’s squirming body fell between Wex’s balls. His sack was so big and heavy it was resting on the floor and forcing his legs apart, but he seemed to be enjoying it all immensely, nibbling his lip with his head back, muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Whether he was squeezing them between his legs, or they were somehow acting on their own, the wolf’s nuts squished the squirming cub between them. They tightened again and again, sandwiching him in a rhythm, kneading his little body, knocking him around, softening him up. Wex groaned in a deep voice, hugging his cock against his body as it drooled all over his dark muscles, eyes closed happily. Below the sloshing sounds of Wex’s nuts, Remy could hear the faint sound of his son’s gurgling high-pitched voice begging desperately for help.\n\nRemy dropped to his knees, hugging the wolf’s hot deadly sack against his body with both arms. Against his chest, through the thick fuzzy ball flesh, he could feel his son’s melting limbs tumbling and thudding helplessly against him. “Do… do you think it hurts?” he asked the wolf.\n\nWex grinned. “I like to think so… Maybe you should help put him out of his misery, dad?”\n\nWhimpering with lust, the possum smushed his hands against the wolf’s sloshing balls. Against his paws, he could feel Wex’s twitching nuts, as well as thick spooge, and… other things -- some of them firm, others squishy, and others that turned to goop against the pressure of his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a dream, except it was hotter and more intense than any dream or nightmare he’d ever experienced. Drooling and sweating like a hopeless, mindless slave, he helped massage his dying son down into nothing but cum, all the while staring up at the groaning, trembling wolf with awe. When there was a splat noise from within Wex’s sack, and his balls smacked together with nothing other than boiling cum between them for the first time, the wolf broke into a laugh, and announced, “Ughhh, fuckkk, yeahhhh… The little cunt’s dead, unnghhh”.\n\nRemy sat back, his heart beating so fast it felt like his chest was going to explode, staring with an open mouth and wide eyes at the wolf’s bulging balls. His son was really gone. Killed for someone else’s pleasure. He reached for his little dick -- he couldn’t hold back anymore. But he’d barely touched himself before Wex was up on his feet, tugging the possum up by the armpits, and throwing him over the wet patch on the couch where his son had been viciously raped. \n\nIt was a minor mercy that Wex’s cock had shrunk almost back to its regular size, because he didn’t hold back. With one powerful arm pinning the possum in place, he angled his dick against Remy’s hole with the other, and pushed forward. The chubby fur sobbed as the wolf forced his massive cock inside of him, but purely out of pain, not self-pity. If anything, he wanted to hurt after what he’d just done. And Wex seemed happy to indulge him.\n\nThe wolf drove his cock deep into the possum’s ass until his hips collided with Remy’s cheeks and his massive sloshing sack slapped against the ex-daddy’s thighs. Then he gripped the possum’s hair and wrenched his head back as he slammed into him again and again. Remy wailed helplessly and cried pathetically as his whole body jolted from the force of Wex’s thrusts, his cock rubbing against the couch cushion. As pain shot through his body and soul, he was so close to cumming. Wex leant forward on top of him and growled into his ear, “You’re a fucking sick little fatty, aren’t you?”\n\n“Y-yeah”, Remy whimpered, shivering at the words.\n\n“I’ve had… ughh… sluts sacrifice their lovers to me before… but never their own children! Mmmngh! You’re really fucking pathetic!” he laughed in a half-snarl. “At least you know your place, bitch”.\n\n“Y-y-you’re a fucking… god… guhhhh!” With the wolf slamming against him hard, there was a fire growing deep inside his ass, making every part of his body spark and tingle.\n\nWex doubled down on top of him, squishing the possum’s chubby body under his immense muscular weight. “You loved watching me snuff the little fuck’s life out, didn’t you? Grrr!”\n\n“Yessss! You’re so hottt!” Remy replied, squirming with unbearable pain and pleasure. “D-do w-whatever you want to me!” the possum squealed. \n\nWex smacked his fat ass so it jiggled, and roared, “I’m gonna pump your guts full of your dumb dead kid, slut!” Then he slammed his hips forward and howled, burying his fat knot inside Remy’s ass. As his whole body went tense, he crushed the possum into the couch, gripping Remy’s hair painfully. His swollen nuts tightened inside his sack, and his cock gushed with cummified kid deep inside the possum. “[i]Ffffffuuckk yeahhh[/i]!”\n\nThe possum’s fat battered body trembled as he lost control and cried out in hopeless bliss, his cock streaming with jizz onto the carpet below as he felt a powerful explosion of warmth inside his gut, heavy spurts of his ball-snuffed son stretching out his already fat tummy to its limit. Wex yanked the possum’s head back by the hair as he grinded his knotted cock against Remy’s insides, and tears pattered the couch cushion below the possum’s face. Pleasure and ecstasy wrecked its way through his body, drowning out his self-hatred as he came harder than ever before, and all the while, Wex kept cumming a torrent of liquefied kid inside of him. Some of it sprayed out around the fat knot, coating the possum’s fat ass and splattering onto the ground between them. But most of it kept gushing into Remy until the possum’s tummy was aching and straining. It felt terrible and incredible. He’d never felt so good in his life. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this way, and he never wanted it to end.\n\nBut slowly, even though each second lasted for what felt like forever, they inevitably ticked by, one by one. And then his orgasm started to fade, and the cold reality of guilt and shame and disgust bubbled up through his bliss. When both furs were finally silent except for their heavy breaths, the truth of what he’d done hit Remy all at once. He started sobbing, and he couldn’t stop.\n\nWex’s knot softened enough for him to step back, and he kicked Jack’s pumpkin-shaped candy bag behind Remy to catch the cum spurting from his stretched hole. Wex chuckled to himself at the dark sight, but Remy just cried, his whole body numb, and not from pleasure.\n\n“Ugh, c’mon bitch”, Wex sighed playfully, flopping down casually on the couch next to the crying possum, and wiping a tear away with a knuckle. “It was just one dumb little brat. Made me feel [i]soooo [/i]fuckin good when he died, heheh. And that makes it worth it, doesn’t it?”\n\nRemy felt so sick he couldn’t bring himself to reply. And a few seconds later, he sensed a shift in Wex’s mood. He wasn’t saying what the wolf wanted to hear. He couldn’t bring himself to. And the wolf was displeased with him. Remy shouldn’t have been surprised. He was such a fuck-up. He let everyone down. He clutched his wet face with his paws. His heart hurt so much. What had he done?\n\nWex shrugged uncaringly, and got up from the couch to saunter into another room. He returned to toss a towel onto the fat pathetic sobbing possum. “Clean yourself up and get dressed”, he said in a bored voice, shoving Remy off the couch with his foot.\n\nHe got dressed like a sluggish zombie. His shirt couldn’t fit over his swollen gut at all anymore -- it was too full with Jack-spooge. If he didn’t look disgusting before, he sure did now. It matched how he felt about himself. A mere few seconds later, Wex was nudging him impatiently towards the door. Remy plodded along as directed, not sure where he was even going to go, or what he was going to do now.\n\nIn the doorway, he looked up at the attractive wolf. Wex looked hardly any different to before -- snuffing out a kid had barely seemed to affect him, as though it was a routine thing for him. Maybe it was. \n\n“Wh… what do I do now?” the possum asked with a croaky voice, wiping away tears and snot with the back of his wrist.\n\nWex shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “You got any more kids?”\n\nThe possum weakly shook his head.\n\n“Then, I don’t really care what you do”, the wolf snorted. His face was different. He wasn’t… pretending to be friendly anymore. And Remy knew he’d fucked up. The wolf wanted someone who didn’t show regret at serving him, he realised now. \n\nNo… no… he didn’t want to be alone… he couldn’t be alone… \n\nSniffling back tears, the possum cried, “M-maybe I could… c-c-come back sometime, and… we could be… [i]together[/i]… I’d let you do… whatever you want to me. You can r-rape me if you want, y-you can hit me, I don’t--”\n\nWex broke into a laugh. “No offence, dude, but I’ve already got a blue bunny who serves me, and he’s much better and hotter than you”.\n\n“But--”.\n\nWex closed the door in Remy’s face, and tears welled in the possum’s eyes anew.\n\nBack home, the possum paced around the house, hands clutching his hair and tugging on it in emotional agony. It hurt so much, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts. He wanted to die. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He was pathetic and worthless. He deserved to die.\n\nHe fell down against the wall in his bathroom, and pulled out his phone to call Billy with trembling fingers.\n\n“Ugh, what now?” his ex answered with a sigh.\n\n“I-I-I need h-help”, the possum sobbed, rocking back and forth. “P-p-please, it’s important”.\n\n“Uh huh”, Billy said tiredly.\n\n“I… I… I keep wanting to kill myself”.\n\nThere was silence for a few seconds.\n\nAnd then laughter.\n\n“I thought you said it was [i]important[/i]”, Billy said.\n\nAnd then he hung up.\n\nRemy smacked himself in the head with his phone, and pulled his legs against himself -- at least, as much as he could with his obscenely swollen gut in the way. He was alone in his house, alone in the world, alone in the dark with nothing but painful thoughts to keep him company, sick memories of what he’d done to his son playing in his mind, over and over. Jack’s agonising pleas and Wex’s blissful grunts and groans echoed in his ears, and all he could smell was the stench of his cum-melted kid. Remy’s little cock throbbed, and he slipped a paw inside his underwear, crying pathetically as he started masturbating.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"




The Gooey Ghost




“Are you ready, Jack?” Remy the possum called out down the hallway. The chubby father leant against the windowsill, looking out the window of his house. The streets were already busy with excited kids out trick-or-treating for Halloween, and parents who were varying degrees of enthusiastic. Dusk would be setting in soon, so he didn’t want to be out too late.

“Almost, Daddy!” his seven-year-old son called back from another room, a tone of happy excitement in his young boyish voice. Jack had been looking forward to Halloween all month. The kid really loved his candy.

Remy smiled to himself. He sure fucked a lot of things up as a person, but making his kid happy was enough for him to feel better for a while. Jack’s happiness gave him brief moments of reprieve from his often overwhelming depressed self-pity. With the rest of his life a total mess, the possum would take what he could get.

He felt a buzz inside his pants pocket and tugged his phone out. His heart twisted inside his chest when he saw he had a message from his ex, Billy.

A weird, sickening, exciting mixture of emotions bubbled inside of him, like a witch’s cauldron filled with random ingredients that barely made sense to others. Dread. Guilt. Shame. Lust. An overwhelming need. They made sense to Remy, in a way. While his finger hovered over the notification, his other hand mindlessly rubbed his own soft round tummy. Billy had loved to play with his stomach…

Punching him in the gut. Slapping him around and making fun of him. Laughing at him while Remy continued sucking Billy’s cock even as he cried. Billy told him he deserved the pain for being so pathetic -- that the possum fag was lucky for Billy’s attention because Remy was pitiful and pathetic. A waste of air and space. Good for nothing other than being a cocksucker and a punching bag.

Remy missed him so much. It was so hard to hold back from messaging him all the time. He’d begged to be taken back, but Billy wasn’t interested because he said he found someone better. That couldn’t have been hard to do…

As he opened the message, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of happiness. It was rare that Billy had messaged him for once, rather than the other way around.

‘Saw your photo on Furbook’.

Remy had posted a photo of him and Jack online in their Halloween costumes -- the cub in his white ghostly sheet with little eyeholes cut out, and Remy dressed as a ninja as best as he could afford… mainly wearing all his black clothes, with a black t-shirt tied around his head to hide his messy green-dyed hair, showing only his baggy eyes, tired from insomnia.

His heart sank when he saw the next line of Billy’s message.

‘FUCKING HELL you’ve gotten so FAT. Should I be worried you’re gonna eat your own son? Why are you putting your obese gut in people’s feeds? lmao you’re disgusting.’

Remy swallowed the lump in his throat. The residual smile he’d been carrying from the happy evening faded and he looked down at his tummy. Was he really getting fatter? Was it that obvious? He frowned. It must be obvious if Billy noticed. Maybe he should have worn some kind of costume to hide his shape better. No one wanted to see his fat body…

His finger hovered over the letters on his screen, guilt-ridden ideas creeping into his mind of things he could say -- ‘I miss you’, ‘Maybe you could help me lose weight because you’re so fit’, ‘What are you doing later?’

He just… wanted to see him again so badly. Without Billy, he had no one other than his young son. His family had disowned him because of what happened with Jack. He never went out because he was so self-conscious, so he didn’t have any friends. He just hated himself so much. At least when he was around Billy, he could share that hatred with someone. Otherwise he was just alone in the relentless darkness. No one to--

“Ready!” Jack announced from behind, jumping in front of him and throwing his little arms up underneath his ghost-sheet. “Booo!”

Remy sighed, and looked down at the ghost with a tired smirk. He remembered that this night was about his son, not about him.

“Okay, let’s go kiddo”.

Maybe he’d think about something good he could say to Billy while they were wandering around tonight anyway.

* * *


Jack skipped along the path in front of him, swinging his pumpkin-shaped bag back and forth happily, jostling with candy. It was getting dark, but the streets were decently lit by the orange glow of streetlights in this neighbourhood. Remy felt a little less self-conscious in the darkness -- some of the other cubs had extravagant costumes that it seemed like tons of effort and money had gone into. There was only so much he could do as a single dad, and he sometimes wondered if the other parents were judging him. At least Jack seemed obliviously happy.

“We’ll head back soon, kiddo?” Remy said, panting slightly from walking for so long. He didn’t get exercise very often, and he was so sweaty that he’d needed to remove the t-shirt from around his face. “Maybe just finish this street?”

“Okay Daddy!” his son said, bouncing into the air between each step. If he was disappointed, he hid it well. More likely he was still riding the high from the big haul they’d gotten at the last house -- an older lady goat who was clearly ready for bed because she’d dumped the rest of her candy in Jack’s bag and turned the lights off after they left.

They approached an entirely unassuming house with few decorations, but the lights were on inside, and the front door was slightly open. The young ghost skipped down the front path and knocked on the door. Remy plodded tiredly along behind his son. He wasn’t paying much attention -- in his mind, he was wondering how Billy would react if he sent him a shirtless picture. He’d probably say something horribly mean. It didn’t feel like a terrible idea…

When the door opened, Remy’s eyes opened wide and he totally forgot about everything else in the world for a moment. Standing in the doorway was a huge dark wolf, shirtless, only wearing pants. Backlit by the light from within the house, his broad, muscular form was entirely black, except for his icy cold blue eyes, and sharp white teeth.

The wolf was so intimidating that Jack took a couple of small steps back. But the effect was opposite on Remy. He felt pulled towards the wolf like he was radiating a magnetic force. His mouth fell open and he couldn’t pull his eyes from the huge fur’s muscled body.

When the wolf’s eyes fell upon Remy, the possum couldn’t breathe. The wolf looked him up and down like he was studying him, and something about his gaze made Remy feel completely bare and exposed, like he was under a spotlight. In the wolf’s powerful and attractive presence, the fat possum felt absolutely tiny, and he blushed intensely. It was a good feeling, a feeling he had missed for so long, and it was intoxicating. When he summoned the courage to make eye contact with the wolf’s icy eyes, it felt like the wolf was staring into his soul. Whatever the large black fur saw in Remy… it made him show his sharp teeth in a wide grin.

“Trick or treat?” Jack said, in a noticeably quieter voice than usual.

Despite easily being the scariest thing the pair had seen all Halloween, even without a costume, the wolf knelt down so he was closer to Jack’s height and smiled at him. “That depends, little ghost”, he said in a voice that was deep but soft. He grabbed a handful of candy from a table next to the door, and held it in front of the cub. “Tell me… are you a good ghost, or a naughty ghost?”

Jack hesitated to reply, but he was committed to his role. “A… a naughty ghost”, he said sheepishly, raising his obscured arms under the sheet.

The wolf chuckled. “Good, because I’m a naughty wolf”. He looked at Remy through the sides of his eyes and winked, and the chubby fur shivered. Then he stood up and tossed the candy down the path in front of his house, behind the pair of possums. “You can go pick that up, kid. It’s yours”, he added.

After a moment, Jack obliviously pranced over to the scattered candy and picked it up, one or two pieces at once… bending over each time. The sheet hanging around him rode up his body, revealing a pair of tight shorts.

The whole time, the wolf stared at Jack. His cold eyes narrowed, and he licked his lips slowly. And Remy stared at the wolf, his heart racing inside his chest, his hands shaking, his lips quivering. Because in front of him was something he couldn’t ignore. The wolf had a growing erection bulging inside his pants, and Remy couldn’t look away.

The wolf wasn’t hiding what he was doing at all. If anything, the way his smirk was growing in time with his cock meant he was enjoying doing this right in front of the kid’s dad, who still hadn’t managed to utter a word. What was the possum meant to do, anyway? Demand that this fur twice his size stopped perving on his cub son’s ass? Yell at him to stop being dirty? Grab his son’s hand and run away from this huge bad wolf?

Well… probably, yeah. But the only muscle moving in his entire body was his small dick hardening inside his pants. He’d always had a thing for bad boys, and this was very, very bad. His ex was right about him. He was fucking pathetic. He couldn’t help but play with the fire. And this fire was so fucking hot.

The large fur leant against the doorway, arms folded. “How old is he?” he asked, barely looking away from Jack’s underage ass -- the tone of his voice growing darker now.

“S-seven”, Remy said, swallowing hard.

The wolf looked down at him and grinned happily. “And you’re his dad?”

The possum nodded, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah, uh, single parent”.

The wolf raised an eyebrow playfully. “I fucking hate kids. Must be hard sometimes dealing with a little cunt that age running around”. He stared at the possum expectantly. “You get sick of putting up with him, right?”

Remy gulped. Under the wolf’s steady gaze, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being tested. He knew the right thing to say, somewhere, in the back of his mind. He loved his son. Jack was kind and considerate and clever and well-behaved most of the time. But he was a single dad, struggling, poor and depressed. And Remy couldn’t help himself. It had been so long since he’d felt anything other than misery. And this wolf was so… exciting. He wanted to stoke the flames, not snuff them out. “Y-yeah, sometimes”, he admitted.

The wolf nodded along like the topic of their conversation wasn’t a big deal at all. “He’s got a hot little ass. Ever fuck him?”

Remy trembled on the spot, shaking his head.

The wolf shrugged and sighed. “Shame. Tight little thing like that shouldn’t go to waste, don’t you agree?”

Breathing heavily, the possum couldn’t help but glance down at the wolf’s crotch. Even constrained by the fabric of his clothing, his bulge was scary. His own cock ached painfully inside his pants at the terrible, shameful thought. He opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words he wanted to say. But the wolf chuckled to himself, and Remy sensed the wolf could tell what he was thinking anyway.

Jack bounced back up to the adults, his candy bag even heavier now. “Thanks mister!” he said.

But Remy didn’t turn to leave. He couldn’t even bring himself to look down at his kid anymore. His eyes and mind were swimming in the sight of the wolf’s muscular body and giant bulge, and the thoughts of terrible things that might be.

“You’re welcome kiddo”, the wolf said warmly. “Y’know, I’ve got a really big treat for you too, if you want it. But, you and your dad will have to come inside if you want it”. He looked to Remy with a raised, expectant eyebrow and a smirk.

Jack looked up at his dad, confused, sweet little eyes looking for direction through the holes in the sheet.

In a slow, dark, and deliberate voice, the wolf added, “You… understand the… logistics of what I’m saying, right?” He gestured towards his straining crotch, and smirked proudly to himself as his squished dong throbbed. “I don’t hold back. And it’s very big, and he’s very… small”.

His whole life, Remy had done whatever superior males demanded of him. For Remy, the only thing that ever made his pain worthwhile was using his suffering to make a superior male feel good. That was the only time he ever felt like he had a purpose. So how could he say no to a godlike stud like this? Pleasuring that huge twitching wolf cock felt so much more important than anything. Or anyone.

“It’s okay, Jack”, Remy said through a tight throat. “Go inside”.

The cub’s eyes softened. He trusted his dad.

As Remy walked past the wolf, the bigger male whispered in his ear, “Good little bitch”, and the possum smiled. Tingles moved through his fat body. It felt good to serve. It felt right.

“Thank you… sir”.

“Call me Wex”, the wolf growled. Then he locked the door behind them, and turned off the lights.

* * *


It all happened so fast.

Wex ripped the ghost sheet from Jack’s body and tossed it across his living room. The tiny, startled possum looked to his dad in confusion and growing fear for only a second before the massive wolf stepped between them, grabbing him roughly by the neck with a dark paw and raising him into the air at the end of a powerful arm, baring rows of sharp teeth right in his face. Jack’s pumpkin bag dropped to the floor, scattering candy all over the carpet, as he let out choking whimpers, kicking and struggling pathetically against the strong wolf.

Sneering in the cub’s strained face, Wex growled, “You’re a dumb little cunt kid, so I wanna explain this to you, so you understand”. He hooked his sharp teeth into the kid’s shirt collar and ripped it from his body, exposing the soft fur of his chest and tummy, tattered pieces of cloth falling around his feet. “Your daddy wants me to hurt you”. He hooked his other hand into the cub’s waistband and yanked on his shorts painfully until they finally ripped, leaving the cub totally naked. “And he’s gonna thank me for hurting you by pleasuring me with his mouth while I do it,” he said, turning to look at the stunned possum dad. “Isn’t that right, bitch?”

Remy nodded like he was in a trance. A part of his mind cried that this was wrong, but louder, angrier, more desperate parts said that this was how things were meant to be. This was his purpose. This was Jack’s purpose. Remy was so pathetic that he deserved to suffer and serve. Jack was so tiny and cute that he deserved to be raped. And Wex was so sexy that he deserved the pleasure of inflicting this pain upon them both, if that was what would make him feel good.

“Get the fuck over here and help get my fat dick outta these pants, then”.

The possum dad crawled across the floor until he was kneeling in front of Wex, his son struggling in the air above of him. With shaky hands he undid the button to the wolf’s pants and tugged the zip down. Wex’s fat bulge flopped out inside his underwear, the manly scent of a wide patch of precum hitting Remy in his dumb face. The possum hooked both hands into the wolf’s underwear band, but a hand suddenly gripped his hair and yanked his head back.

“Do it with your teeth, fatty”, the wolf growled down at him. “And take your time. Show me how much you appreciate what I’m giving you”.

“Mmmmnnghh”, Remy groaned. With permission to follow his instincts, he flopped forward, smushing his face into the wolf’s bulge, and breathing the manly smell of his cock and balls in deeply. Some parts were soft against his face, while others were hard and throbbing, pushing back against his face as it struggled to expand further. It surrounded his drooling face with intense heat, and Remy kissed and licked it lovingly through the fabric, tasting the wet sticky precum oozing through the fabric with his tongue.

He felt a stream of hot liquid pouring down his head, and was briefly confused until he heard Wex laugh cruelly. “Pissing on your daddy? You are a naughty little ghost, huh?”

Jack was pissing himself out of fear as the wolf choked him. The guilt and shame gnawing on Remy’s mind faded as he felt Wex’s cock throb even harder. The wolf enjoyed fear. And if it made this incredible stud feel good, Remy liked it too.

Even after all the anticipation, when Remy finally tugged Wex’s underwear halfway down his thighs to unleash his monstrous penis, the possum fell back onto his fat ass, gasping in awe. The massive cock bounced heavily in the air, growing thicker every second now that it was finally free of its constraints, precum drooling from its head. Wex groaned with relief now that his cock was free, but Remy was eager to continue pleasing him. He scrambled forward, smushing his face against the wolf’s thick, dark red knot and twitching black balls, surrounding his face with the powerful heat and overwhelming scent as he kissed Wex’s junk passionately.

Though the wolf grunted with pleasure from the possum’s mouth, it wasn’t long before he hurled the cub across the room onto a couch, and stomped towards him, fat cock swinging heavily in the air between his thighs, tail swishing happily. Remy crawled after him on his hands and knees, tongue hanging from his mouth.

Between Wex’s legs he caught a glimpse of his terrified son, tears streaming down his sweet face, clutching at his neck. “Daddy… help”, he begged in a croaky voice.

Wex laughed darkly from above. “Yeah daddy… help me feel good while I split your son’s ass apart with my fat rod”.

Remy groaned weakly. He knew he was nothing more than a worthless slave, and he did what he was told without hesitation, kneeling behind the wolf’s rear and burying his face between Wex’s thick round ass cheeks.

He heard his son squeal and slap his hands against the couch to try to escape as Wex shuffled the cub’s tiny body into position -- tummy on the couch, ass hanging over the edge. As the wolf squatted down, angling his cock forward, Remy paused and stared between the wolf’s thighs. The sight was… unbelievable, obscenely sinful, almost ridiculous. He saw Wex’s dark red, thick, cock head press against his son’s soft fuzzy ass cheeks. Slick with precum, the wolf’s cock easily parted the boy’s cheeks, but it very quickly met with resistance. Wex barely slowed down. All around him, Remy could see the wolf’s muscles tensing and clenching as he pushed forward. Jack sunk further into the couch cushion and starting screaming and kicking, but the wolf simply placed a broad hand against the back of the cub’s head and mashed his face roughly into the couch as he pushed further. Remy could just barely see his son’s tiny pink hole stretch impossibly around the wolf’s head… but there was so, so much more to go.

“This ain’t gonna be pretty”, Wex grunted down at him.

Remy panted heavily. “D-do what you need to do… stud”, Remy replied. He didn’t realise he was crying until he tasted his own tears running into his mouth as he spoke. Those tears sank into the wolf’s ass fur as he smushed his face against the wolf’s asshole.

The wolf chuckled happily. “Well, this ain’t on me, kid. Your daddy gave me permission”.

Suddenly, all the wolf’s muscles tightened, his ass clenched around Remy’s head, and he rammed his hips forward powerfully. Remy heard a sickening scream, muffled by the couch cushion and the ass cheeks around his head, but it didn’t last long. Wex started growling like an animal, savagely thrusting forward into the cub, forcing his fat cock deeper and deeper into the too-tight hole. Jack flailed wildly as he tried to escape, kicking against the wolf with tiny legs, but he had no chance. At this point, he barely made any noise other than low-pitched weak groans and choking sounds -- maybe because Wex was fucking him like an animal, giving the poor tiny child no time to adjust to the massive dick beating him up from the inside.

“Ugghh! Fuck yeah! Take that dick you tight little slut!” the wolf groaned, his huge strong body getting into a rhythm of thrusting back and forth. His movements were so forceful that Remy struggled to keep his tongue against the wolf’s hot hole. He took a break to tongue Wex’s swinging nuts instead, but froze when he looked between the wolf’s thighs.

Wex was burying his entire penis inside Jack with every thrust, knot smacking against his chubby little cheeks, heavy balls slapping against Jack’s little junk which was bent down against the edge of the couch. For a moment, Remy couldn’t move as he stared at the sickeningly exhilarating sight. He kind of knew what was happening already, but… seeing this made it undeniable. The wolf was so big, and Jack was so small. Wex was raping his son to death.

The wolf picked up pace as the cub spasmed helplessly beneath his massive body, a deep growl growing in volume from within his throat, the powerful muscles across his body bulging through his dark fur as they tensed and twitched. Jack gurgled and groaned pathetically. It was no surprise he couldn’t scream. Wex was probably slamming that huge dick into his lungs with every thrust.

“Here it comes… you little… cunt… guhhhhh!” Wex roared.

Remy buried his face inside the wolf’s ass to worship his hole with a wet tongue as the wolf threw his hips forward and let out a howl. Trick-or-treaters on the street probably heard Wex’s ecstatic howl, but on this night of all nights, they probably shrugged it off as some kind of Halloween thing. Little did any of the families know that they were listening to a wolf fuck an innocent kid to death, cumming deep inside his tiny body in places a cock was never meant to go.

As he listened to Wex grunt and groan as he came, Remy licked at his hot hole like a hopeless slut. He hated himself for what he had done. But, he always hated himself. What did he or his pathetic feelings matter compared to a god like Wex? What was a dumb kid’s life worth compared to the incredible, spine-shiveringly, brain-meltingly sexy sounds of pleasure the wolf was making right now? Wex’s body shivered as he dumped his heavy load dangerously deep inside Remy’s son, and the possum massaged his testicles adoringly with his hands as he ate the wolf’s ass.

Wex’s constant sounds of pleasure finally faded to tired pants, and Remy could hear his son’s weak gasps once more. Wex stumbled back a little on weak legs, and a river of cum followed his softening cock, running from the cub’s wrecked hole onto the carpet.

Remy didn’t stop pleasuring the wolf even after his orgasm. He was still wild with his own mindless lust -- his underwear a soggy mess of precum, his cock throbbing pleadingly for release but ignored in favour of Wex. The wolf didn’t stop him. Instead, he stood there, rubbing his own muscular body in a loving way, soaking in the pleasure. Remy worshipped the wolf’s body with his mouth and hands, until he suddenly paused in shock.

Wex’s balls, which he had been able to hold in his hands until now, had swollen to an… unnatural size. Remy fell backwards on his butt and his eyes widened when he saw that Wex’s cock had thickened to the size of an arm as well. And it was growing in size with every throb.

Noticing the shift in his behaviour, Wex glanced down at his slave with a proud smirk. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of this before”.

The possum stuttered in shock, “N-no, I… I just… n-never thought that I’d get to see it”.

“Then you’re in for somethin special”, Wex said, casually stretching with his arms behind his head. “It’s kinder this way, anyway, y’know. I think I broke his hips and spine to pieces. Heard some pretty nasty crunches when I was slammin him at the end, heh”.

Remy was so smitten at this point that it didn’t matter what Wex said. He was going to do whatever was asked of him, regardless.

“Now, my balls are feelin really hungry”, the wolf said with a sigh. “Why don’t you help out and feed your son into my dick, hmm?”

The possum nodded like a mindless drone, crawling forward to where his son’s weak, wounded body lay over the couch. He was still breathing unsteadily, and sobbing quietly with choked breaths, but otherwise hardly moving. Wex had fucked him within an inch of his life, the huge hung god that he was. To Remy’s side, the wolf’s cock was bigger than ever and an endless stream of slick precum was drooling from its thick slit. Inside Wex’s heavy sack, his swelling balls shifted needily, and it almost sounded like they were rumbling with hunger. Obediently, Remy scooped up his son’s foot paws and placed them against Wex’s slit.

Instantly, the huge cock slurped them down all the way up to his ankles, and Wex let out a happy sigh. “Mmmmm, it’s been a while”, he said, closing his eyes happily. Remy sat back, watching in awe as the gigantic penis swallow his son’s legs all the way down, until it started dragging him off the couch towards his doom.

“Daddy…” Jack whimpered weakly, his paws gripping at the couch, turning his face towards his father. His eyes were blank, the light raped out of them, and full of terror. “H-help me… Daddy…”

“Kiss him”, Wex ordered without pause, rubbing his pecs as his cock slurped the kid down to his waist. “Tongue-fuck the little slut for me, mmmm”.

Jack looked up at his dad and begged with his boyish voice. “N-noo… please… Da--”

Remy scooped his tear-soaked boy into his arms and locked lips with him, moaning into his child’s mouth as he crammed his tongue between his teeth, licking into Jack’s mouth with as much passion as he was showing the wolf’s asshole five minutes ago. His son cried in his grasp and tried to pull away, but there was little strength left in Jack’s beaten body.

Wex laughed proudly and watched as Remy made out with the slowly disappearing kid. “That’s a good boy”, he said, rubbing the possum’s green hair affectionately. Remy smiled against his son’s quivering lips. It felt so nice to be praised. He licked deeply into Jack’s mouth. It tasted like the candy he’d been eating. Breathing through his nose, the taste mixed with the increasingly thick masculine scent of Wex’s cock.

It wasn’t long before Jack’s sniffling head was the only part of his tiny body outside of Wex’s cock. He couldn’t cry or whimper for his daddy to help him anymore. Remy obediently kissed his sweet little face right up until it sank inside the warm embrace of Wex’s slit, and the possum dad got a sudden mouthful of slippery precum as the wolf’s cock closed around his son.

“Careful what you’re kissing”, the wolf chuckled, stumbling backwards. “You don’t wanna end up in there too”.

I would if that’s what you wanted, Remy thought, looking up at the arrogant wolf with adoring eyes. But for now, he kept that thought to himself.

Wex turned around and dropped his ass down on the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh with his huge cock flopped against his muscular chest. Jack’s struggling outline was faintly visible through the dark red flesh of his monstrous penis as he sank down towards Wex’s balls, and Remy stepped forward between the wolf’s legs to caress the shape of his son through the cock. “That’s amazing”, he said quietly, his face burning as it blushed, his whole body sweating from the raw intensity of what was happening. He’d never seen anything like this before. “Y-you’re so hot”.

“I know”, Wex replied, leaning back with his arms behind his head, grinning arrogantly. “Get naked for me, bitch”.

The wolf’s command was much more powerful than the chubby possum’s self-conscious shame. With his head down shyly, Remy tugged his shirt free over his head, and wiggled out of his pants. When he dropped his underwear, his hands lingered in front of his painfully hard but small dick for a while. The wolf rolled his eyes and gave a brief gesture with his head towards the daddy’s crotch, so Remy let his hands flop by his sides. Wex eyed his small junk for a moment, then he smirked up at the blushing raccoon’s face.

“I’m much more interested in your fat ass”, Wex said.

Remy smiled meekly, the words soothing his tortured ego.

With a faint sloshing sound, Jack’s squirming body fell between Wex’s balls. His sack was so big and heavy it was resting on the floor and forcing his legs apart, but he seemed to be enjoying it all immensely, nibbling his lip with his head back, muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Whether he was squeezing them between his legs, or they were somehow acting on their own, the wolf’s nuts squished the squirming cub between them. They tightened again and again, sandwiching him in a rhythm, kneading his little body, knocking him around, softening him up. Wex groaned in a deep voice, hugging his cock against his body as it drooled all over his dark muscles, eyes closed happily. Below the sloshing sounds of Wex’s nuts, Remy could hear the faint sound of his son’s gurgling high-pitched voice begging desperately for help.

Remy dropped to his knees, hugging the wolf’s hot deadly sack against his body with both arms. Against his chest, through the thick fuzzy ball flesh, he could feel his son’s melting limbs tumbling and thudding helplessly against him. “Do… do you think it hurts?” he asked the wolf.

Wex grinned. “I like to think so… Maybe you should help put him out of his misery, dad?”

Whimpering with lust, the possum smushed his hands against the wolf’s sloshing balls. Against his paws, he could feel Wex’s twitching nuts, as well as thick spooge, and… other things -- some of them firm, others squishy, and others that turned to goop against the pressure of his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like a dream, except it was hotter and more intense than any dream or nightmare he’d ever experienced. Drooling and sweating like a hopeless, mindless slave, he helped massage his dying son down into nothing but cum, all the while staring up at the groaning, trembling wolf with awe. When there was a splat noise from within Wex’s sack, and his balls smacked together with nothing other than boiling cum between them for the first time, the wolf broke into a laugh, and announced, “Ughhh, fuckkk, yeahhhh… The little cunt’s dead, unnghhh”.

Remy sat back, his heart beating so fast it felt like his chest was going to explode, staring with an open mouth and wide eyes at the wolf’s bulging balls. His son was really gone. Killed for someone else’s pleasure. He reached for his little dick -- he couldn’t hold back anymore. But he’d barely touched himself before Wex was up on his feet, tugging the possum up by the armpits, and throwing him over the wet patch on the couch where his son had been viciously raped.

It was a minor mercy that Wex’s cock had shrunk almost back to its regular size, because he didn’t hold back. With one powerful arm pinning the possum in place, he angled his dick against Remy’s hole with the other, and pushed forward. The chubby fur sobbed as the wolf forced his massive cock inside of him, but purely out of pain, not self-pity. If anything, he wanted to hurt after what he’d just done. And Wex seemed happy to indulge him.

The wolf drove his cock deep into the possum’s ass until his hips collided with Remy’s cheeks and his massive sloshing sack slapped against the ex-daddy’s thighs. Then he gripped the possum’s hair and wrenched his head back as he slammed into him again and again. Remy wailed helplessly and cried pathetically as his whole body jolted from the force of Wex’s thrusts, his cock rubbing against the couch cushion. As pain shot through his body and soul, he was so close to cumming. Wex leant forward on top of him and growled into his ear, “You’re a fucking sick little fatty, aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah”, Remy whimpered, shivering at the words.

“I’ve had… ughh… sluts sacrifice their lovers to me before… but never their own children! Mmmngh! You’re really fucking pathetic!” he laughed in a half-snarl. “At least you know your place, bitch”.

“Y-y-you’re a fucking… god… guhhhh!” With the wolf slamming against him hard, there was a fire growing deep inside his ass, making every part of his body spark and tingle.

Wex doubled down on top of him, squishing the possum’s chubby body under his immense muscular weight. “You loved watching me snuff the little fuck’s life out, didn’t you? Grrr!”

“Yessss! You’re so hottt!” Remy replied, squirming with unbearable pain and pleasure. “D-do w-whatever you want to me!” the possum squealed.

Wex smacked his fat ass so it jiggled, and roared, “I’m gonna pump your guts full of your dumb dead kid, slut!” Then he slammed his hips forward and howled, burying his fat knot inside Remy’s ass. As his whole body went tense, he crushed the possum into the couch, gripping Remy’s hair painfully. His swollen nuts tightened inside his sack, and his cock gushed with cummified kid deep inside the possum. “Ffffffuuckk yeahhh!”

The possum’s fat battered body trembled as he lost control and cried out in hopeless bliss, his cock streaming with jizz onto the carpet below as he felt a powerful explosion of warmth inside his gut, heavy spurts of his ball-snuffed son stretching out his already fat tummy to its limit. Wex yanked the possum’s head back by the hair as he grinded his knotted cock against Remy’s insides, and tears pattered the couch cushion below the possum’s face. Pleasure and ecstasy wrecked its way through his body, drowning out his self-hatred as he came harder than ever before, and all the while, Wex kept cumming a torrent of liquefied kid inside of him. Some of it sprayed out around the fat knot, coating the possum’s fat ass and splattering onto the ground between them. But most of it kept gushing into Remy until the possum’s tummy was aching and straining. It felt terrible and incredible. He’d never felt so good in his life. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this way, and he never wanted it to end.

But slowly, even though each second lasted for what felt like forever, they inevitably ticked by, one by one. And then his orgasm started to fade, and the cold reality of guilt and shame and disgust bubbled up through his bliss. When both furs were finally silent except for their heavy breaths, the truth of what he’d done hit Remy all at once. He started sobbing, and he couldn’t stop.

Wex’s knot softened enough for him to step back, and he kicked Jack’s pumpkin-shaped candy bag behind Remy to catch the cum spurting from his stretched hole. Wex chuckled to himself at the dark sight, but Remy just cried, his whole body numb, and not from pleasure.

“Ugh, c’mon bitch”, Wex sighed playfully, flopping down casually on the couch next to the crying possum, and wiping a tear away with a knuckle. “It was just one dumb little brat. Made me feel soooo fuckin good when he died, heheh. And that makes it worth it, doesn’t it?”

Remy felt so sick he couldn’t bring himself to reply. And a few seconds later, he sensed a shift in Wex’s mood. He wasn’t saying what the wolf wanted to hear. He couldn’t bring himself to. And the wolf was displeased with him. Remy shouldn’t have been surprised. He was such a fuck-up. He let everyone down. He clutched his wet face with his paws. His heart hurt so much. What had he done?

Wex shrugged uncaringly, and got up from the couch to saunter into another room. He returned to toss a towel onto the fat pathetic sobbing possum. “Clean yourself up and get dressed”, he said in a bored voice, shoving Remy off the couch with his foot.

He got dressed like a sluggish zombie. His shirt couldn’t fit over his swollen gut at all anymore -- it was too full with Jack-spooge. If he didn’t look disgusting before, he sure did now. It matched how he felt about himself. A mere few seconds later, Wex was nudging him impatiently towards the door. Remy plodded along as directed, not sure where he was even going to go, or what he was going to do now.

In the doorway, he looked up at the attractive wolf. Wex looked hardly any different to before -- snuffing out a kid had barely seemed to affect him, as though it was a routine thing for him. Maybe it was.

“Wh… what do I do now?” the possum asked with a croaky voice, wiping away tears and snot with the back of his wrist.

Wex shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “You got any more kids?”

The possum weakly shook his head.

“Then, I don’t really care what you do”, the wolf snorted. His face was different. He wasn’t… pretending to be friendly anymore. And Remy knew he’d fucked up. The wolf wanted someone who didn’t show regret at serving him, he realised now.

No… no… he didn’t want to be alone… he couldn’t be alone…

Sniffling back tears, the possum cried, “M-maybe I could… c-c-come back sometime, and… we could be… together… I’d let you do… whatever you want to me. You can r-rape me if you want, y-you can hit me, I don’t--”

Wex broke into a laugh. “No offence, dude, but I’ve already got a blue bunny who serves me, and he’s much better and hotter than you”.

“But--”.

Wex closed the door in Remy’s face, and tears welled in the possum’s eyes anew.

Back home, the possum paced around the house, hands clutching his hair and tugging on it in emotional agony. It hurt so much, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stop the thoughts. He wanted to die. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. He was pathetic and worthless. He deserved to die.

He fell down against the wall in his bathroom, and pulled out his phone to call Billy with trembling fingers.

“Ugh, what now?” his ex answered with a sigh.

“I-I-I need h-help”, the possum sobbed, rocking back and forth. “P-p-please, it’s important”.

“Uh huh”, Billy said tiredly.

“I… I… I keep wanting to kill myself”.

There was silence for a few seconds.

And then laughter.

“I thought you said it was important”, Billy said.

And then he hung up.

Remy smacked himself in the head with his phone, and pulled his legs against himself -- at least, as much as he could with his obscenely swollen gut in the way. He was alone in his house, alone in the world, alone in the dark with nothing but painful thoughts to keep him company, sick memories of what he’d done to his son playing in his mind, over and over. Jack’s agonising pleas and Wex’s blissful grunts and groans echoed in his ears, and all he could smell was the stench of his cum-melted kid. Remy’s little cock throbbed, and he slipped a paw inside his underwear, crying pathetically as he started masturbating.






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