Warning: The following is a XXX porn parody of the 2002 horror film The Ring, which in turn is a remake of the 1998 Japanese horror film Ring which was based on the novel Ring by Koji Suzuki.  All copywritten characters and likenesses belong to their respective copyright owners.  Plez don’t sue bro.

This story is rated XXX for the following content:  Nudity, Sex with a minor, Said minor being a loli, Unprotected sex with a loli minor, hardcore public sex with a loli minor, defloration of a loli minor, Footjobs with a minor, fur-i-fication, sex with a furry loli minor, horror porn parody, upside-down sideways sex, anal stretching, anal sex, sexy time with animals, cursed porn videos, wet sex, golden showers, bukake, seven days of foreplay, sex marathoning, amateur porn filming, and foreplay involving hands, feet, armpits, mouth, flat chest and held together thighs.  Did I forget anything?  Oh right, toys.  Lots and lots of toys.  Like some you would be all ‘oh that has got to hurt’ but really it doesn’t because sexy time.

Reader discretion is advised…

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It all started one lazy afternoon when the friend of our main character Noah introduced him to a peculiar video tape he had found while out camping at the local wild life park.  It seemed the video was cursed and that if you watched it, you would immediately get a phone call from a dead girl saying ‘seven days’ then she would hang up.  Seven days later she would then kill you in horrific fashion.  Noah wasn’t too impressed.  He was a video analyst by trade.  He completely did not believe in the curse, but when the friend insisted, he relented and took the videotape.

So sure enough, he took the tape home with him and watched it from the comfort of his couch in his skivvies.  The video was downright creepy, showing unsettling images of a girl with her head hung and her long dark hair down obscuring her face.  Every now and then the scene would flicker away from the girl to a dark tree on a hill, a bright white ring of light, a horse’s eye, and other such images.  Always having been a horror fan though, Noah just watched with amused interest.  “This is awesome! So creepy and intense!  Amateurish though.  If it was better quality, I’m sure it would make millions at the box office,” he said to himself before taking a drink of his beer.

He was partially drunk, which is what had caused him to watch the video in the first place.  Feeling a little randy, the tan and cream fox shifted on his couch and glanced over when the phone rang.  “Damn telemarketers,” he muttered.  Seeing that the film had ended, he frowned and sighed as he reached over to pick up the phone.  He hesitated though and grinned devilishly to himself.  If it was indeed a telemarketer, he could totally fuck with them however he wanted.  Mischievous thoughts in mind, he picked up the phone with his left hand, raising it to his ear while his right hand fished his canine cock out of his boxers.

He licked his lips then started to stroke himself slowly as he answered the phone with the breathiest, sexiest voice he could manage, “Hello~”

“Seven days!” whispered a young girls voice into his ear, which would have thrown him off it he wasn’t just drunk enough to not care.

“Mmmm baby~  Yessss…  Whisper to me like that~” he moaned into the phone, stroking his cock faster, closing his eyes.

“Wh-what?” came the whispered reply of shock that colored the girl’s voice.

“Oh yeah~  Mmmm you sound so cute!” he complimented and moaned, his grip on his cock tightening a little more.  He had only meant to mess with the person but now he was getting into it, not to mention the fact that he was secretly a bit of a lolicon.  “Mmmm fuck~  I’m touching my hard cock, sweetie,” he moaned into the phone.

There was a stunned silence then a series of choking sounds like the girl was struggling to form words to reply to the very blatant things he’d thrown in her direction.  Finally she managed to stammer half a word before he suddenly groaned into the phone, cutting her off, “Oh fuck!  I’m getting close… thinking about your little mouth wrapped around my cock… uuugghhh… sucking me dry!”

There was another silence, his words stunning her, “What’s your name, honey?”  His voice was a begging plea as he worked his shaft faster, pre leaking from the tip of his so hard cock.

“Sa-samara,” she choked out in a whisper, clearly replying out of force of habit than because she wanted to.

“Oh Samara! I’m cumming~!” he gasped into the phone, a shiver going through him just before he released his load.  Thick jets of hot, sticky fox cum shot from his tip, splattering onto his chest while he moaned and groaned.  When he stopped moaning and shifted to heavy pants instead, he heard a cute sound from the phone by his ear before the line clicked, signaling she had hung up.

Grinning to himself, he carefully set the phone back down on the receiver before relaxing back into the couch.  “That’s one telemarketer I won’t hear from again,” he said with a very satisfied tone.  “She definitely sounded cute though,” he added before shakily getting to his feet and making his way to the bathroom to clean up.  He hadn’t cum that hard in a long time…

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The next day, Noah awoke on his bed with a groan.  He had a bitching hangover and the phone was ringing in the other room.  With a sigh, he crawled his way out of bed, tail hanging limp and ears back as he zombied his way into the living room of his large apartment.  Being a freelance video analyst wasn’t exactly high paying, but he wasn’t hurting for money.  Naked as the day he was born, he plopped himself down on the couch and picked up the phone, raising it to his right ear.  “What!?” he snapped, only to grimace as his ex-girlfriend started to talk into his ear.

“Slow down, I have a hang over,” he grumbled into the phone before sighing.  “Give me a minute, I’ll be right back.”  Setting the phone down while she continued to angrily rant at him, he went to the bathroom to take a leak before then going into the kitchen to fix himself a glass of ginger ale.  He’d heard somewhere that it was better for your hangover than more alcohol, something about ginger being good for nausea.  Sipping it slowly and shivering as the cold fluid traveled down his throat and froze his stomach, he returned to the couch and picked up the phone.  “Back.  No Rachel, I’m not going to look after Aiden next weekend,” he told her flatly.  “No, not because I don’t want to be a part of his life.  I have plans this weekend with a few buddies.”

He grimaced as she continued to chew him out, making him feel like trash.  They had dated briefly ten or so years previous, just long enough for him to accidently get her pregnant.  They had used condoms and such pretty much every time but just that once.  They’d had too much to drink and had apparently gone bare back.  Now he had a kid, which he loved but was not able to always be there for.  It might have something to do with Rachel caring more about her damn job that being a nice person.  Weird, right?

“Look, Rachel,” he interrupted, “I have to go.  I’ll talk to you later.”  With that, he unceremoniously hung up on her and sighed before sipping his ginger ale again.  It was helping, but not fast enough.  With a grimace, he stood once again and walked back towards his room only to stop when the phone rang again.  “For fuck’s sake, Rachel,” he yelled before turning back to the phone and picking it up.  “What now!?” he snapped, only for his buddy to apologize.

“Oh! Sorry, Mike.  Rachel’s been hounding me,” Noah told his friend.  “We still on for this weekend?  I’ve been looking forward to the party.”

“Actually, about that, I’m not going to be able to throw it.  Just got a notice of eviction,” Mike replied apologetically.

“Oh… Well fuck man…  When do you have to be out?” he asked curiously.

“By Thursday,” came the reply that sounded like a sigh, “Did you watch the tape?”

“What ta- oh right.  Yeah, totally.  Creepy as fuck~” Noah said with a smile, remembering the phone call after.  “Got to talk to this really hot chick after.  Had phone sex and everything.”

“Gross.  Lucky bastard.  I just had this creepy girl whisper in my ear just about a week ago,” Mike replied and Noah could imagine the guy shrug in his head.  “Anyways, can you come by later and help me move?  I’m gonna move in with my girlfriend but I need help moving shit.”

“Sure man, I don’t have plans.  I’ll bring my truck,” Noah replied before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.  With that he quickly finished off his drink and put the glass into the sink in the kitchen.  Dressed in a dark turtle neck and blue jeans, he left his apartment and climbed into his truck.

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When Noah arrived at his friend’s apartment complex, he was shocked to see police vehicles outside and an ambulance.  Parking his truck, he got out and made his way over to a couple of the police officers standing to the side.  “I’m Noah Clay.  What happened?” he asked but one of the police officers, both of which were Doberman, held up his hands to stop him.

“Sir, access to the apartment complex is currently restricted.  There is an ongoing police investigation regarding the death of a tenant,” the officer stated, surprising Noah.

“What? Woah.  Who was it?  Man, Mike’s going to be so surprised,” he said which caused the officer to pause.  The two officers shared a look before the officer walked the rest of the way over to Noah and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What can you tell us about Mr. Tival?” the officer asked, immediately putting Noah on edge.

“Did he do something wrong?” Noah asked, concerned.  He’d only just talked to his friend thirty minutes ago.  He’d sounded normal, not like a killer.

“No, he didn’t do anything wrong.  He’s dead.”

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Two days later was Mike’s closed casket funeral.  Noah had seen the body inside though and it still haunted him.  Shaking his head to cast aside the horrible images in his mind, he gave a short speech to Mike’s family about how great a guy he had been and such.  Typical funeral affair.  After his speech, he’d spoken privately with Mike’s father and had given a hug to the totally distraught bunny woman that had been Mike’s girlfriend.

The police were being very close lipped about the investigation, but Noah had a feeling they were going to label it a suicide by drowning.  Even though he’d heard the apartment manager talking about how Mike had screamed and screamed…  Again, the image of his best friend’s bloated, water logged corpse surfaced in his mind.  Shaking his head, he left the funeral then, not wanting to think on it any longer.

Noah returned to his home and stripped out of his black suit.  It was old and had been loaned to him by Mike’s father, so he carefully hung it up in his closet, intent to return it.  He had Mike had been basically brothers all their lives, Noah knew the guy wasn’t capable of hurting himself.  Shit just didn’t add up.  Shaking his head again, he left his bedroom in just his boxers and grabbed a beer from the fridge, just cracking open the can when the phone rang.  “What now,” he muttered, sounding so tired.

He walked over, collapsed onto his couch and took a swig of his cheap beer before picking up the phone and answering it.  “Hello?” he asked, immediately getting Rachel’s voice tirading at him.  He winced then said with a weak sigh, “Rachel, I was just at Mike’s funeral.  I don’t feel like talking right now.”  That instantly shut her up but not for long.  She started to offer words of condolence, but he wasn’t in the mood to listen.  “I have to go,” he said before hanging up on her.

He quickly chugged half his beer then and sighed as he shifted the can to his left hand.  His golden eyes drooped a little and suddenly he was crunching the can and hurtling it across the room in a fit of rage.  “FUCK!” he yelled and clenched his fists, his heart hurting.  What the fuck had happened to Mike?  A few moments to calm himself and he was scooping the can up off the floor and depositing it in the sink, quickly getting a half roll of paper towels to wipe up the spilled beer from his hard wood flooring.

Ten minutes later he was halfway through his second can of beer when he finally decided to turn his TV on to watch something to take his mind away from things.  Immediately the tape began to play again and he sat there, watching it and sipping his beer.  He was half drunk again- having consumed too much in a short period of time.  The video was shorter than he remembered, but still just as interesting.  When it ended, the phone beside him rang, making him blink and look over at it.  “Every damn night.  Telemarketer after telemarketer… Why do I leave you plugged in?” he grumbled at the phone, which only replied by continuing to ring.

Thoughts of the last time he’d gotten a phone call at this hour returned to him and a devilish grin formed on his lips.  He put down his beer and fished out his cock once again, stroking it playfully.  It took a bit longer than he would have liked for it to harden up, but once it was, he picked up the phone with his left hand and held it to his ear.

“Seven days,” whispered the cute girlish voice in his ear, making him grin widely.

“Oh hey there again,” he replied, getting a cute sound of surprise from the girl.  “Wouldn’t it be four days now?” he asked as he started to slowly stroke himself.

“Y-yes! Yes!” she stammered then cleared her throat and whispered again as creepy as she could, “Four days!”

“That’s so cute,” Noah whispered back, giving a soft moan.  “Can you guess what I’m doing, Samara?” he asked in a slow, sexy voice.  When the line was silent, he moaned again.  “I’m stroking my dick again,” he whispered to her.  He heard a small sound from the other end of the line and that made him grin.  Messing with this girl was going to be the fucking highlight of his day, even if it killed him!  “I’m so hard,” he whispered to her, “Big and thick…  Throbbing…”  He listened carefully to her breathing, hearing it change.

“Mmm…  I’m picturing your tongue on my cock, sliding up and down, circling the tip…  I’m leaking precum,” he whispered, gazing down at his cock with lazy eyes.  He heard her gulp quietly and that urged him on, making him stroke himself faster.  “Oohhh…  I’m imagining you here… kneeling between my legs… slowly bobbing your head up and down, sucking on my big cock,” he whispered breathlessly to her, not aware that the static on the TV had changed.

On the TV, she watched him.  A young feline with soaking wet fur and long, long dark hair also dripping wet.  She was watching him with one glassy eye through a parting in her hair.  It would be terrifying to anyone seeing it, if it wasn’t for the way she bit her black lower lip.  Oblivious to what was on the TV, he continued to watch his hand slide up and down his shaft, faster, harder.  Panting heavily into the phone, moaning every now and then, he had no more erotic words to tease her with.  Shivering, so turned on he couldn’t think straight, he shuddered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.  He cried out that he was cumming while his cock shot thick hot cords from his tip onto his stomach and chest.

His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see her standing there, reaching out to him with shaking hands, dripping water from her body.  It was obvious from not just the look on her face but from the way she reached towards him that she wanted to touch him, but when he started to relax, she stiffened up and suddenly vanished.  She was gone when he opened his eyes, oblivious to the fact that she’d been there, not a few feet from him.

“Mmm Samara-baby,” he hummed into the phone, knowing she was still there because he could hear her light breathing.  “That was so good…  We should do this again,” he said to her and, half-drunk mind deciding for him, he asked, “Call me again tomorrow?”

“M-maybe!” came the squeaked reply before she hung up, the dial tone sounding in his ear.

Smiling to himself, he hung up the phone and stood.  “That wasn’t a no,” he said to himself as he started towards the bathroom, only for his foot to step in cool water.  Blinking, he looked down at the puddles of water that extended from the TV to the couch.  Immediately he looked up and cursed.  “God damn it.  I’ve got a leak!”

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