Life is a Bitch A cub vore tale by Foxgold Just want to give thanks to Alex Reynard whose stories gave me motivation to get off my ass and start this story I had planned on doing two years ago. Many smells hung in the air as the wolf searched for his chosen prey. The wolf's sensitive nose sifted through the smells carefully. After many sniffs and almost gagging to death on some of the stronger smells, the wolf found what he was searching for. Sinku had lain curled up in the smelly garbage bin for hours it seemed. Just yesterday he was just an average kit who got into a little more trouble then he should at times. His father always forgave him before, so why was this time any different? ****Yesterday**** Sinku and his best friend Torin, an energetic skunk boy, practically ran into Sinku and his father's small two-bedroom house after a rather sucky day at school. Their math teacher got caught them passing notes in class, they both got blamed for a food fight, and the worst thing of all, their history teacher wanted them to do a book report on the massive 2000 page book "The History of History". Sinku went to the fridge and read the sticky note that he found there almost every day after school. It was written by his father. "Sinku, I'll be working late again tonight. You know the drill. Food is in the fridge, do the dishes, finish your homework, then bed." P.S. Your school called. No TV or friends over!! The last part was underlined several times in red ink. The young fox grinned to himself and thought, He'll never know. We'll a little fun and Torin will be gone hours before dad gets home. "Hey Torin, wanna yiff before the old stick in the mud gets back?" Sinku crumpled up the note in his small black paws and tossed it to his friend. The skunk jumped and caught the note, tumbling into the couch in the process. "Hee Hee Not my best landing." The skunk smoothed out the paper ball and skimmed what was written. The skunk tugged lightly on his large black and white striped tail and thought carefully. "Hmmm. It sounds like you're in trouble." the skunk stated with a bit of sarcastic tone to it. "Maybe we should do this some other time." His voice hinted at a little disappointment. "NO NO! This is the perfect time. Dad won't be home till midnight and your parents couldn't give a shit about where or how long you stay out!" The young kit's tail swished in eagerness knowing what his sexy friend's reply was going to be. "Oh ok then. Don't want you to get into any more trouble then you already are. By the way, have you told him yet? I mean about us and how you like, umm, boys too?" The vulpine looked down at his bare paws and shuffled a bit, tail tucked a little between his legs. "Ummm No, not yet. I know he is my father and he'll love me no matter what..." But what if he didn't? He thought to himself "I'm just not ready yet. I'll tell him when we talk about school today." The kit knew that was a lie but it seemed to be OK with his best friend. Both cubs grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed to their private fun place. It was a small closet built into the staircase that Sinku's father had overlooked when moving in. The cubs had made their own little secret hiding hole a few days after becoming fast friends. Now it was something more since they had become more then just friends. The small room's floor was covered with soft body pillows that made the room feel like something from the seventies. There was a small shelf just above eye level where they stashed their comic books and favorite toys. They both peeked into the room and shivered, remembering all the fun times they had together. They looked at each other and dropped their black school pants, revealing a small bulge in each other's tight white underpants. Sinku bent down and nibbled on his lover's bits through the tight fabric, driving his mephit friend wild. His little boner strained against the fabric of his underpants, begging to be let free. Seeing his friend squirm in pleasure made the vulpine feel even more yiffy. Stopping what he was doing, he pulled down Torin's now damp undies till they slipped off his friend's legs and tail. No longer held prisoner, the young mephitis boy bits stood free from their sheath. Feeling his own boy cock begging to be free, he swiftly slid free from his pair of undies. Torin looked damm sexy to Sinku and vice versa. They both stood there admiring each other for what seemed like an eternity. The sexy skunk broke the trance. "You want to be on top this time? It seems that I always screw you" The last bit was said with a bit of the pouty lip treatment that he knew his friend couldn't stand. A little annoyed that his friend would resort to such low tactics to get fucked, he was going to say no but for some reason the idea of fucking his friend seemed yiffier then usual. "Oh OK, but no spray this time. It was hard to fool dad. I had to take a hard spanking for playing in the garbage bins and the smell took forever to come out." Sinku pulled off his shirt, as did Torin. "OK, let’s suck each other off first, and then we can fuck on the couch." The skunk nodded his mouth already full of fox dick. Sinku meeped as he felt the skunk's sharp little teeth lightly scrape along his boyhood while the tongue gently teased the tip of his penis. "Ohh my stinky fuck toy, you give the best blow jobs ever!" meeped the little fox. Feeling his friend's meat quiver, the skunk worked faster with that wonderful tongue to make his lover climax sooner so he could have his turn. Right on cue the vulpine's sack tightened and released his cum into an eager and waiting skunk muzzle. Sinku kissed Torin, savoring the taste of his own cum. "MMMM! My turn," Torin practically barked at Sinku. Sinku nodded and smiled. Gently stroking the polecat's member, he guided it to his warm and waiting mouth, loving the taste of his friend's cum more then any thing. Sinku sucked off many of his friends at school and several dogs, but none tasted anywhere near as good as his friend's cum. Licking his lips, he let the boy cock slide down his throat then pulled up suckling like a hungry baby at his mothers teats. This was too much for the already highly yiffy polecat; he quickly shivered and released his sweet cum deep down his yiffy friend's throat. The two young furs just laid there on the pillows, gathering strength for the main event. Slowly dragging themselves up, they headed out to the living room and right towards the large oversized couch that dominated the room. Both cubs stole a peek at the clock, figuring they had a couple more hours together before Torin had to leave. They climbed onto the couch and got ready. Torin bent over and buried his muzzle in the soft couch fabric. Sinku always got yiffy when his friend showed off his holes to him. Under that wonderful tail of his, Torin had what looked liked two anus holes. The one closer to the striped tail was really what hid the glands that produced the foul smelling spray. In his first time fucking, Sinku mistook it for the anus and got completely covered in the foul stuff. "Well, I'm ready to go," the yiffy kit stated. Laughing to himself, Torin remembered their first time together. "Remember what hole to use?" asked the devious skunk teasingly. "Yeah, yeah, I remember!" Sinku positioned his cock at the lower hole and pressed against the tight ring of flesh. Slowly pushing in, Sinku took a deep breath as the hole swallowed his member, exposing it to the warmth of his friend's depths. Torin started to grind his ass into Sinku's crotch, making the canine squeal with pleasure. A small knot formed at the base. Standing up, he started to thrust into his friend's ass. Slowly at first, then picking up rhythm, he slammed his boy knot into the hot skunk ass, tying them together as they both came and passed out from the night’s fun. It was after midnight when Sinku's father pulled up to the house. His day at work had drained him, and getting a call from his son's school didn't help the matter. Mr. Furton loved his son, but the trouble that kit could get into at times boggles the mind. First getting caught passing notes during a test, and then starting a food fight, he was not pleased. He hated thinking about what he had to do as he opened the door to his home, what he found nearly gave him a heart attack. The two boys were still a sleep on the couch, he could tell from the smell and the fact that his son's boyhood was still buried in the skunk's ass, that they had been getting yiffy. Memories flashed through Mr. Furton's mind, of a time when he was yiffy with his best friend. Then the pain started all over again shredding the happiness and the warm feeling of the two boy’s innocent fun. He reached down and grabbed his son by the tail, then pulled. Sinku's knot had once again tied the two young lovers together; it made a wet popping noise as it was rather harshly freed from the now awake polecat's ass. "Hey what the?" Torin's eyes went wide when he noticed his friend being dangled above him. He nearly passed out when he looked at who had a hold of his now frightened lover. " Hello Mr. Furton, I think I'll just leave now." Mr. Furton was by no means the largest or most freighting furson; he was average height and weight, his fur was a light grey color with faint markings identifying him as being half artic fox. The look in his eyes shone with a look of sheer hate, which was weird since normally he was one of the kindest furs Torin knew. He had always welcomed him at the house and rather enjoyed cooking for more then two. With a low growl he set his kit on the couch and turned to Torin. "I want you to take your clothes then get out of my house. If I see you around my boy again I'll_kill_you!" That last phrase got Torin moving quickly, and sparked a gasp from Sinku. "Dad, you really don't mean that, do you?" Still fuming Mr. Furton pushed his son towards the Sinku's room. "Go to your room I'll be up soon to punish you, and yes I mean every word I said!" Sinku started to protest, but the look in his father's eyes sent him running to his room. Torin had finished dressing and was just about to step outside, till he felt a sharp tug on his tail. Mr. Furton lifted the little skunk till they were at eye level; with a growl and not so fresh breath he spoke his last threat. “If you have hurt Sinku in any way I'll hunt you down and kill you in the most painful way!" With that said he dropped the whimpering black and white ball of fur and turned to give his son his punishment. He barely heard the skunk slam the door shut, then the screech of tires and the dull sound of flesh being hit by a car going at fifty miles. Nothing mattered at the moment, except punishing Sinku. Many thoughts ran through Sinku's mind as he lay in bed, his rear very sore from being hit by his father's firm paws. His tears had made his pillow a soggy mess, so he through it at his door. He listened to his father swear and throw things in his room for a few minutes, till his mind wandered. What he didn't get was why he was so angry for yiffing Torin, his father had told him all fun times he had yiffing his bunny friend, at his own age. A small thought kept into his mind, he never told me what happened to his friend, all he said was that he didn't show up at school, nor was he at home. He thought back to all the times he had talked about his yiff buddy, and remembered seeing for a brief moment each time a great deal of sadness and pain, the some look he had before giving Sinku the worst spanking of his thirteen year old life. Sinku knew his father needed some time alone, he scribbled a note and left it on his bed. It said he would be back in a couple days, so don't worry, Sinku had decided to find what had happened to his father's bunny friend. Mr. Furton sat on his bed reading the little note his only child had left for him. Feeling sad that he had probably sent his son's friend away to his death, he sat crying on his bed. He almost had no doubts that his son would return, but not before finding his friend flat on the street. He really didn't mean much of what he said, and he really didn't want poor Torin hurt. He knew his son would hate him for what happened to his friend, he was only trying to protect his son from the same pain that ate away at his own heart. The pain of loss and betrayal made him drive away his son and killed his son's best friend. All he felt before he fell asleep was that he should burn in hell for what he did.