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, anal sex, cursed videos, wet sex, bukake, phone sex, sex marathoning, amateur porn filming, and foreplay involving hands, feet, armpits, mouth, flat chest and held together thighs.

Reader discretion is advised…

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The next day saw Noah working hard for the local TV station before finally getting to leave just before the sun had fully set.  Sore and tense, he made his way back to his apartment building.  He was excited to see if Samara would call him again, but he was also desiring a nice, hot shower.  It was raining outside again, so by the time he had gotten inside the building and up to his floor, he wasn’t too happy.  Dripping wet, he entered his apartment and immediately shed his coat, hanging it on the hook by the door.

Ditching his shoes, he stripped on his way to the bathroom, tail swaying slowly as he set the shower to pour hot and steamy.  While he waited for the water to heat up, he turned and took a leak.  A happy sigh escaped him and once again he found his thoughts going to the phone call he was expecting tonight.  How long before she called?  Hopefully not while he was in the shower.  He didn’t want to miss it.

When finally he stepped under the hot spray, he closed his eyes and washed his face, scrubbing at the fine fur there before reaching down to get the soap.  His left hand encountered cold, wet fur, causing him to open his eyes, only to gasp when hot water sprayed directly onto his surprised eyeballs.  “Gwah-blah-furbash-shurbet!” he sputtered in shock as he wiped at his face and pulled his head back out of the spray.  “That was hot,” he said while shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.

Finally when he opened them and blinked several times, he didn’t see what had caused him to feel that.  Confused, he looked around but again saw only the emptiness of the bathroom filled with the whispy warm steam.  “Huh…” he let out the sound before shaking his head and going back to his shower.  He was scrubbing his hair with shampoo, eyes closed again when he heard a whisper by his ear.

“Answer the phone,” came the quiet, feminine voice, surprising him into opening his eyes again.  This time shampoo And hot water got into his eyes.  A string of curses escaped him as he wiped at his eyes, only making it worse.   He slipped in the tub and found himself sprawled out on the bathroom floor.

“Ow, ow, ow…” he whimpered before slowly getting up.  He could hear the phone ringing in the other room now that he wasn’t face first in the shower.  Opening burning eyes, he made his way into the living room and picked up the phone, putting it to his ear while he dripped water onto the floor.  “Hello?” he greeted in question.

The line was quiet for a brief pause before a soft whisper came in reply, “Hello…”  It was Samara, whispering in that cute voice of hers.  He recognized her voice, wondering then how he’d also heard her in the bathroom.  He gave a smile though and straightened up a little.

“Hey, Samara-honey.  Give me just a minute, okay?  I was in the shower and I still have shampoo in my hair.  I’ll rinse off real quick and come back,” he told her, hearing her making pouty sounds.  “Don’t worry, I’ll be really quick about it, okay?”

“Fine,” she whined quietly, impatience in her tone, which made him chuckle.  After setting the receiver down, he quickly went back into the bathroom and stuck his head under the hot water, rinsing out the shampoo from his hair.  As soon as he finished, he grabbed a towel off the rack and quickly dried his hair before wrapping the soft green fabric around his waist.  He made his way back into the living room, avoiding the puddles of water he’d dripped all over the floor, and sat on the couch.  When he picked up the phone again and held it to his ear, he greeted her again.

“I’m back,” he told her and he smiled at the happy sound she made.

“Three days,” she then, in a very serious tone whispered into his ear through the phone.

“Until what, sweetie?” he asked as he parted the folds of his towel, revealing his gradually stiffening cock.  Now that he had her on the phone, his lower body was thrilled to rise to the challenge.

“Uh…” she mumbled.

“Until we get to meet?” he filled in for her and chuckled when she pipped up a quick, squeaky yes.  “How will you find me?” he asked and she was quiet.  “Samara?”

“You’ll see,” she answered vaguely and he decided to simply let it go.  Maybe she knew his address because of the telemarketing company she worked for, was his mental reasoning.

“So how was your day?” he asked while shifting the phone to his left ear, taking his cock into his right hand.

“Slow…” she replied in a whisper, “All I do is wait.”

“Mine was pretty slow too.  I thought about you today,” he told her honestly, “I’ve been waiting for you to call all day.”  He could hear the happy sound she made at that.  “So…  enough small talk?”

“Yes,” she whispered to him, sounding eager.  He gave a happy hum at that and started to slowly stroke his hard cock.  When he moaned into the phone, his sound of pleasure was mirrored by a little one of hers.

“You like it when I moan for you, honey?” he asked quietly and she replied her affirmative.  Her voice was just as quiet.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered suddenly to him as he started to stroke himself faster.  “Don’t open them,” she added quickly.  Giving a confused smile, Noah closed his eyes like she asked.  Without them open, it was like he could hear her so much better.  Her little pants, the tiny sounds she made that he couldn’t have heard otherwise.  That set his heart pounding and spurred on his libido.

Without his knowing though, she slowly crawled out of the TV.  Her glassy eyes watched him stroking that thick, meaty canine cock of his.  Biting her lip, she slowly crept closer and kneeled between his legs, using her hands to part her hair.  While she watched, he stroked himself faster, his breathing getting deeper.  His obvious pleasure was exciting her and she watched him with rapt attention.

He was moaning, whispering sexy words into the phone every now and then.  He kept talking about feeling her tongue on his cock, about her lips wrapped around his tip.  She swallowed instinctively, wondering why such a thing would give him pleasure.  She wanted to try it, but she was also unsure.  It was too soon wasn’t it?

After a few more minutes though, her curiosity was too much for her to handle, and while he seemed to be getting even more into it, his eyes clamped shut, she leaned forward.  She licked her lips slowly then opened her mouth, stretching her tongue out…

The rasp of a rough, cool, wet tongue against the precum oozing tip of his cock set him off.  He gasped and shuddered, so taken by surprise that he came immediately, shooting thick, hot cords of his cum.  “C-cumming!” he gasped into the phone, shuddering.  It seemed like he came forever, but when he finally came down, he let out a hefty sigh of pleasure and relief.  Slowly he opened his eyes to gaze down at his cock, only to notice that he hadn’t gotten a drop on himself or the towel.  Confused he weakly sat up and looked down, noting a single drop of white cum in a wet puddle of water at his feet.

“You got me all sticky,” came a huffy voice across the phone.  She sounded upset but he really didn’t know why.  Before he could ask, the line clicked and it was clear to him that she’d hung up on him.

“I’m… sorry?” he said to the dial tone, not sure what she had meant.  The rest of the night he spent cleaning the water off the floor so it wouldn’t ruin the hardwood, wondering what it the world was going on.

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The next morning, he awoke to dim light filtering in through the nearby window… and the sound of a fist banging on his door.  With a groan, he crawled out of bed, keeping the bedsheet wrapped around his waist.  He shuffled his way to the front door and opened it.  “What?” he grumbled, only to have Rachel barge her way into his home.

“What took you so long?” she asked in an angry tone.

“I was sleeping,” he told her, annoyed that she’d forced her way in.  He turned to watch her go over and collapse onto the couch and cross one leg over the other, sitting there like she owned the place.  “What are you doing here, Rachel?” he asked the fox woman.  She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at him with a flat look.

“Child support,” she told him flatly, apparently annoyed with him.

“I don’t owe you that for another two weeks,” he told her, starting to grow angry.  Her expression changed though, her eyes trailing up and down him.  He could feel her gaze caressing him and while his cock perked up, the rest of him wasn’t thrilled.  “I know that look.  No, you’re not getting any.  Now get out.  I have to get ready for work.  There’s a big project at the station,” he said but she was already spreading her legs, her skirt riding up.  “And where’s Aiden?”

“He’s at school, obviously,” she told him, dropping a hand between her legs, rubbing her bare pussy.  She’d come here wearing a short skirt and no panties, just like she knew he liked.  She hadn’t come here for the child support.  She probably wasn’t even wearing a bra beneath her sweater, and when he looked, he could see her nipples were poking which only confirmed his suspicions.

“No, Rachel.  Get out.  We’ve been done for years,” he told her, annoyed even further.

“You didn’t say that two weeks ago when I sucked your cock in the back of your truck,” she told him, giving him a positively filthy smile.  Those words brought back the last time he’d seen her in person and his cock gave a jump at the memory.  He’d been weak then because it had been so long since he’d gotten laid, but this was before he’d started having hot phone sex with a cute voiced girl.  He wouldn’t be weak this time.

“Rachel.  Out.  Now,” he said, pointing towards the door.  He was very serious and finally that got through to her.  Instantly she was all hellfire and brimstone as she stood with clenched jaw.

“You’ll regret that,” she hissed at him with words laced with venom.  She marched passed him and when she was out the door, she turned, as if to spit more words at him but he slammed the door on her and slid the deadbolt in place.   He was tired of her user personality.

With a sigh after a long moment, he gathered up the bedsheet into his arms and carried it into the bedroom, draping it over the bed.  He wanted to go back to sleep, but he hadn’t been lying earlier.  He needed to get ready for work… especially now that the alarm on his clock was blaring.  He groaned to himself before smacking the piece of shit technology into submission then set about getting dressed.

When he set the coffee pot to brewing about ten minutes later, he was startled by the loud ringing of the telephone.  “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Rachel!  Get your head out of your cunt!” he cursed as he left the kitchen and went to the phone, picking it up.  “What now, Rachel?” he hissed.

“You refused her? Why?” came a soft, whispered voice in his ear.  That took the wind out of his sails and he blinked once before he recognized the voice.

“Samara?” he asked but rather than answer with an affirmative, she repeated her question.  He should have been annoyed that she was clearly spying on him, but he somehow wasn’t.  It actually comforted him to hear her voice, so he honestly answered her question, “I’m tired of her using me.  She lords the fact that I got her pregnant over my head and for years she’s come by at all hours of the day or night, either extorting money or sex from me.  I’m tired of it.”

Samara was quiet and when she didn’t say anything, he sighed, “I like the kid, I do.  He’s my kid, so I want to take care of him, but when his mother is like that… I can’t help but feel he’ll be that way too.  Makes me want to just wash my hands of the whole situation… but I can’t for at least another eight years.  Once he’s eighteen, I don’t have to pay child support anymore and I can finally say goodbye to them both.”

Still she was quiet, so much so that he heard the coffee machine beep on her end of the line.  “You having a cup of coffee too?” he asked, glancing over towards the kitchen of his apartment.  He almost didn’t see the two white cat ears poking up from behind the island.  Confused, he blinked a few times, but they were gone.  “Um… anyways, give me a second.  I’m going to get some coffee.  I’m going to need it to make it through today.”

“Okay…” came the whispered reply to which he nodded and set the phone down.  When he entered the kitchen and looked behind the island, there wasn’t anyone there.  Chalking it up to his imagination, he shrugged and took out a mug, filling it with fresh coffee from the pot.  He cut the machine off with a single button press then made his way back over to the couch, where he sat down.  Sipping from the mug, he took the phone back up and held it by his ear.

“So you were mad at me last night?” he asked suddenly, sipping his coffee.

“Well you got that white stuff all over me!” she replied back, making him choke on his coffee.  As he beat his chest, she continued, “It took forever to wash it out!  So sticky.”  She sounded like she was pouting.

“I got what on you!?” he sputtered when he caught his breath, listening to her giggle softly.  Her giggle set him at ease, realizing she’d only said that to throw him off.  “Oh you tease!  Bad girl! Bad!” he playfully scolded, making her giggle more loudly.

“It was pretty salty though.  Does your penis always shoot that stuff out when you talk to me?” she asked curiously and he decided to play along, not sure what games she was playing at.

“Yeah.  It’s called ‘cum’, dear.  Or ‘semen’ if you prefer.  It’s what a man shoots into a woman’s vagina to make a baby,” he told her with a smile before sipping his coffee again.

“Cum…  Your cum… I like it,” she told him in a whisper, like she was being secretive about that fact.

“I bet you do,” he replied playfully before looking over at the clock.  “Damn.  I have to go, hon.  I need to get to the station and do some work.  Call me tonight?” he asked as he stood, listening to her whining.

“Fine…  I’ll call you then,” she promised and after their goodbyes, he hung up.

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It took all day but the project was finally finished.  He got his pay from the owner of the station and made his way first to the bank.  It was late, so he used the ATM to deposit the money into his account.  Now a couple thousand dollars richer, he made his way home.

No sooner had he stepped in the door than he heard the phone ringing.  He gave a small chuckle and locked up the door behind him before going over and sitting on the couch, answering the phone.  “Hello?” he asked in greeting, smiling when he heard the cute whispering over the line.

“Two days,” she whispered then giggled softly, “I can’t wait!”

“Neither can I,” he told her back, meaning it.  “So what are we going to do when you get here?” he asked curiously and she was quiet, clearly thinking about it.  “We could watch a movie if you’d like?  I should probably go rent something,” he said to himself mostly.

“That sounds fun,” she replied back, “What kind of movie?”

“Well… what kind do you like?” he asked curiously as he used one hand to untie his shoes and kick them off.

“I like horror,” she told him, “But then it’s the only kind I’ve been in.”

Mishearing her and thinking that it was the only kind she’d seen, he replied, “Well how about a comedy then?  They’re sometimes funny.  Or maybe an action movie?”

“Oh oh! Both?” she sounded super excited, like she was bouncing happily.  That made him laugh softly and he nodded though she couldn’t see it.

“Okay, I’ll get an action and a comedy from the movie rental place tomorrow,” he promised and rubbed his cheek with his free hand’s knuckles.  “So, what are you up to?” he asked after a moment, pulling his socks off then.

“Floating,” she replied, her voice sounding kind of echoy over the line.

“Floating? Oh you’re in the bathtub.  Naughty, calling me in the tub,” he teased softly.

“Well,” she corrected but he didn’t get that, “It’s kind of cold though.”

“Well turn the hot water on, silly.  Don’t catch a cold!” he warned, “I don’t want you to be sick when you get here.”

Samara smiled as she gazed up the well that had been where she’d died.  She was floating on her back, arms at her sides.  “I don’t get hot water down here,” she said to the darkness, though he heard it over the phone.

“They cut your electricity off?” he asked, surprised and she just giggled.  “That really sucks.  Well… why don’t you come over?  I could run you a hot bath,” he offered.  Her glassy eyes widened then she smiled at his kindness.

“No… it’s too soon,” she told him, “Just two more days.”

“Okay…” he said, trying not to sound disappointed but failing.  She bit her lip at his tone and thought about it carefully.  If he saw her, it would break the curse and she wouldn’t be able to talk to him anymore, but she really wanted to see him.  And the offer of a hot bath was very tempting.

“Well…  If you run the hot bath for me, then promise to stay in your room with the door closed, I could drop by.  You have to promise to stay there though,” she told him quietly, then chewed on her lower black lip while she listened to his pause.

“I don’t understand,” he said finally, “You live close enough to drop by but you won’t let me see you?”  He sounded confused and a little upset, but he wouldn’t believe her if she told him the truth.

“It’s too soon,” she told him, pleading, and that seemed to get through to him after a moment.

“Hmmm… this is an interesting game you’re playing but… Okay.  I’ll do it.  Give me a minute and I’ll get the bath running,” he told her before setting the phone down.  In her mind, she watched him walk into the bathroom and kneel, starting the water in the tub.  When it was steaming hot, he put the stopper in the drain then went back into the living room.  When he picked up the phone, she thanked him, which surprised him.  “Oh uh… well the tub is filling.  I’ll go wait in my room, okay?” he told her.

He hung up the phone and she watched him in her mind go into his room and close the door.  She watched him pace a bit before he finally sat on his bed.  She smiled and willed herself to his front door.  She opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind her.  Locks were nothing to her.  She walked cautiously passed his bedroom and to the bathroom.  Once inside, she closed the door and locked it, then quickly went over and shut the water off before the tub overflowed.  Gazing with glassy eyes down at the water, she slowly trailed her fingertips through it.

It was hot, hotter than any water she’d bathed in when she was alive.  Modern day technology was amazing, she mused to herself before sliding into the water.  She heard him call out to her through the wall and she smiled as she carefully began to bathe herself, using his soap and shampoo.

Meanwhile a very surprised Noah had one ear pressed against the wall, listening to Samara bathing.  His heart was racing like fucking crazy.  She was here!  In his house!  Bathing in his tub no less!  How did she get in?  Did she pick the lock?  He was alarmed but also, strangely happy.  She was real!  He’d thought she was just someone who existed only over the phone, someone he’d never meet.  He’d hoped to meet her though, but now he Knew she was real and lived in his town!  Close enough by that she likely lived in his apartment complex!  It explained how she knew about his ex and her propositioning him.  And how to call him when he was home!

Excitement and nervous energy had him shaking a little.  He wanted to see her.  So very badly… but he had promised to stay in his room.  Just the fact that she was here made him sure that in two days, they could finally really meet.  After a while, he heard the tub start to empty and he stiffened.  He didn’t want her to go yet.

“Samara?” he asked through the wall but the reply came from the other side of his bedroom door.

“Thanks for letting me use your bath,” she told him, “It was heavenly.”

He leapt off his bed but instead of grabbing the door handle, he rested his hands on the door.  “You’re welcome,” he told her then hesitated before asking, “We really can’t see each other yet?”

He felt the door shift and realized she must be leaning against the door.  “Not yet, but soon.  Very soon.  I promise,” she said to him and he nodded, resting his forehead against the door.  In her mind, she could see him clear as day on the other side of the wooden door.

“I’m naked,” she told him and that had his head pop up.

“Really?” he asked quickly and she giggled.

“You should be too,” she suggested, wetting her lips with her tongue.  She watched him in her mind as he stopped leaning against the door and pulled off his clothes slowly.  His penis was hard and throbbing, drawing her mental gaze.  She remembered his taste, the hot pulsing feeling of his meat against her rough tongue, and of his thicky, salty cum.  She’d licked every drop off her body but had struggled to rinse the rest from her hair, that was why she’d been so huffy earlier.   Her mouth watered at the memory of his salty taste and she swallowed instinctively.

“What now?” came his hesitant question, but she herself was unsure.

Wriggling a little, she chewed on her black lower lip.  “I-I don’t know,” she answered hesitantly.

She saw him smile and it made her wriggle more.  She liked his smile.  It was so…  It made her so…  She wriggled more.  “I’ll touch myself,” he told her through the wood, and she watched in her mind as he took his cock into his hand and started to stroke.  Her mouth went dry and she watched raptly, feeling a tingling in her crotch start up.

She slowly lowered to her knees then rested her cute little butt on her feet, her glassy eyes staring at the wooden door but her mind watching him as if the door wasn’t there at all.  Excitement filled her as she watched him.  He was clearly excited too, his tip already dripping precum even though not a few moments had passed.  He was moaning like he did when they talked over the phone.  The tingling in her crotch grew stronger and she pushed a hand against her small pussy, the press of her hand making pleasure sparkle through her.  She gasped and rubbed her hand against herself, the pleasure growing.  It was such a confusing experience, one she’d never felt before.  She liked the feeling of touching herself, but wasn’t sure what it meant or why it felt good.

He obviously heard her gasp and that urged him on more.  He stroked himself fast and hard, panting heavily and she couldn’t help but want to touch him.  Even through the haze of her pleasure though, she knew he couldn’t see her.  It would destroy everything… but…

She saw the pre oozing from his tip starting to grow whiter, like it had before, just before he shot the cum.  She… desired it.  Extremely.  She shivered a little and took her hand away from her pussy to say through the door.  “Back up… close your eyes!  Keep them shut, or I’ll be very, very mad!” she told him and he immediately complied.  He stepped back and back until he sat on the edge of his bed, his golden eyes closed tight.   He knew why she had demanded it.   He took his hand off his cock and clutched at the bed with both hands, waiting.

Slowly, she opened the door, leaving it open as she stepped over to him.  Standing between his legs, she reached out and grasped his cock, making him gasp.  “Keep your eyes closed,” she hissed a warning, her glassy eyes locked on his canine cock in her hands.  He was so big, and hot.  He throbbed with life and energy, pulsing as she slowly stroked him like he had been stroking himself.  When he suddenly laid back, she raised her gaze, stopping.  He was pressing his hands to his eyes, to keep himself from looking at her.

That made her smile a little and she turned her attention back to his cock.  She chewed on her black lower lip briefly before kneeling and angling his length so his tip pointed at her mouth.  She stretched out her tongue, opening her mouth, but instead of licking him like last time, she engulfed the tip of his cock with her cool, wet mouth.  This made him gasp and buck his hips a little, more of his length going into her mouth that she’d expected, making her gag but she didn’t release him, just carefully held his tip in her mouth.

Salty, manly taste filled her mouth as she held him in her mouth, eventually swallowing which made her suck a little.  It was all he could take.  He gasped that he was cumming and she looked up at him in surprise before his right hand clutched at the back of her head, gripping her wet hair.  She wriggled and whined just before his thick, hot cum shot into her mouth.  The first taste of it fresh from the source was almost more than she could take but instinct took over and she swallowed, over and over.  He came way, waaaaaay more than he had ever before.

It felt like she was swallowing his cum for ages before finally he relaxed and went limp.  Pulling off his cock, she gave a wet belch before covering her mouth with embarrassment.  Quickly she left the room, closing the door behind her, before he could open his eyes and look at her.  She could still feel the power of the curse, so she knew it was still in effect, but she didn’t want to risk it.

When Noah got up, he walked over to the door, panting softly as he knocked on his own bedroom door and asked through it.  “Samara?”  When she didn’t reply, he asked, “Are you okay?”  Still no reply.  He hadn’t heard the front door open and close, so he knew she was still there.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have held you down,” he apologized, but when she didn’t reply, he sighed and sat down with his back against the door.  “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” came her weak reply, “I didn’t hate it.”  That made him perk up and he half turned.  “You… gave me a lot of cum,” she told him.  On the other side of the door, she was rubbing herself with one hand while her other was wiping the cum from her chin and pushing it into her mouth with two fingers.

“Yeah.  I’ve never cum that much before,” he told her honestly, “That was incredibly hot.”

“Yesss,” she whispered back, rocking her hips, feeling her pleasure starting to build up.  She didn’t know what was coming but it sort of scared her… but oh how she wanted it.

“You okay?” he asked and when she gave a soft, mewling moan, he felt his cock give a little lurch.  “Are you touching yourself, Samara?” he asked then.

“Yes!” she gasped to him, discovering if she rubbed her clit, it felt even better.

“OOoohhh god… That’s so hot.  Are you gonna cum, hon?  Are you gonna cum with my taste in your mouth?” He asked her and she gave a soft cry as her pleasure broke.  Orgasm washed over her for the very first time, stealing her breath away in the next instance, her body shuddering and shaking.  Noah listened to her, grabbing his now fully rock hard cock again and stroking himself to a quick climax just as she had begun to calm.

About ten minutes later, she finally spoke up to him.  “I should go,” she said and he started to protest but she replied back, “I’ll come by again tomorrow.”  After they said their goodbyes, she went out the front door and closed it, willing herself back to her well.  Noah left the bedroom after that, stepping right into the cool puddle of water she’d left on the floor.  Biting his lip, he gazed down at it, took a shaky breath then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

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The next day came and went so quickly.  He had woken up early in the morning and had spent the day getting ready for the next day.  He rented two VHS tapes, one comedy and an action, though he didn’t really think they’d watch them.  He also took the trouble to stop at a gas station and get a box of condoms… though he ended up buying two.  If she turned him on as much when he saw her as when he couldn’t, they would need every last one.

He was shaking with excitement by the time the sun went down.  She hadn’t called him to tell him when she would be by, so he figured he would get everything ready then go into his room.  He got himself a drink then went into his room, closing his door.  No sooner had he sat down on his bed than he heard the front door of his apartment open.  “Samara?” he asked through the door, but felt immediate anger surge inside him when Rachel’s voice replied.

“Noah?  Who’s Samara!?” she asked.  He threw the door open and glared at his ex.

“How the hell did you get in?” he asked and she held up a key, making his jaw drop in surprised disgust.

“I made a copy of your key years ago,” she told him and he reached out, snatching it from her.

“The fuck is wrong with you, Rachel?” he asked, pissed off beyond words.

“Who’s Samara, Noah!?” she demanded and pushed at him when he tried to turn her and push her out the door.

“None of your god damn business, Rachel!  Get the hell out of my house and my life!” he yelled at her, pushing the blonde fox out the door.

“What so you’ve got a new woman and don’t need me anymore?” she spat at him, pushing him away again when he tried to force her out the door.

“I Never needed you, Rachel.  You used me.  I’m sick of it.  Get the fuck out!” he yelled back, making her take a step back in surprise.  Hurt showed clearly on the woman’s face, but he didn’t give a damn anymore.  He finally succeeded in pushing her out the door and he slammed it behind her, locking the door.

Shaking with rage, the key cutting into his palm, he pressed his fists against the door.  He’d never wanted to hit a woman in his life… but he’d almost done so just then.  Just then, the phone rang and he let out a growl before walking over and picking it up.  He schooled his emotions and asked almost calmly, “Hello?”

“I shouldn’t come by tonight…  She won’t leave your front door,” Samara whispered into his ear, immediately soothing him.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he apologized with a breathy sigh as he sat on the couch.  “I was really looking forward to your visit too,” he said with a sigh.  “I guess that just means we’ll have to make up for it tomorrow, right?” he asked and she gave a little giggle.

“That sounds fun,” she replied, watching him with her mind… as well as watching Rachel pacing in front of his door.  She was furious with the blonde fox but she couldn’t kill anyone that hadn’t seen her tape.  It was the curse after all… she could only interact with those that had seen the tape.  Everyone else couldn’t see her, feel her, or be influenced by her.

“I got the movies, as well as some snacks for us to eat,” he told her and she gave a happy sound, making him smile.  The tan fox, closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch.  “It’s going to be so much fun,” he promised her.

“I can hardly wait,” came her reply.

They talked about a few pointless things to pass the time and eventually Rachel left, but by then Noah was starting to fall asleep on the couch.  They said their goodbyes and he hung up.  He turned his TV on and switched the channel over to a late night show.  He didn’t feel like going to bed yet even though his eyes were drooping.

Samara stepped out of his bathroom an hour later, watching him sleep there on his couch.  She chewed on her black lower lip and walked over to him, her glassy eyes taking in his sleeping face.  Carefully she tip-toed away into his room, retrieving a t-shirt and bringing it back with her.  She gently tied it across his eyes so he was blindfolded then she climbed onto the couch, laying atop him.  Her legs straddled one of his while her head rested on his chest.  She was cool and wet but he was so warm.  She smoothed one hand across his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat.

When she felt him shift beneath her, she raised her head, only to have his hand smooth across her wet black hair.  “Noah?” she asked quietly, to see if he was awake.

“Samara?” he asked back and she nodded, resting her head back on his chest.

“Don’t take the blindfold off,” she warned him and he complied.  He was used to her making such demands now.  “Did I wake you?” she asked after a few minutes of him stroking her head.

“Yes… but I’m glad you did,” he said softly back.  “If you hadn’t, I would have gotten a krink in my neck,” he told her with a small chuckle.  She giggled as well and raised a hand, touching his cheek.  She shivered when he turned his head and kissed her fingers.  “You’re soaked.  Did you take a bath again and not dry off?” he asked and she hesitated.  She didn’t want to lie to him.

“No…  I’m always like this,” she told him honestly and felt him pause.  “Please… No more questions,” she begged softly, pleading.  When he nodded, she gave a relieved sigh and rested her head on his chest again.  They cuddled like this for several hours, Noah eventually falling asleep again.  When he did, she slipped off him and gently shook him awake.  “Don’t fall asleep there,” she told him and he sat up.  He reached for the blindfold but she grabbed his hand with both of hers.  “No no! Don’t take it off!”  she said quickly, panicky.

“Okay, okay,” he said with a sleepy laugh.  He let her pull him to the bedroom and he climbed in bed at her encouragement.  “Want to join me?” he asked her and he felt her hug his hand to her flat chest.

“I want to, but I should go.  Just one more day.  Tonight… I’ll come back and we’ll get to really meet then.  I promise, I’ll explain then,” she told him and he nodded.  He felt her release his hand, but rather than remove his blindfold, he rolled onto his side and sighed, deciding to go to sleep instead.  She left without a goodbye.

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When the morning came, Noah took his time cleaning up his apartment.  His thoughts were on the cool, wet girl that he’d grown to care for.  He thought back over the last week, how he’d come to know her, how he’d first talked to her.  He couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of how he’d drunkenly flirted with her over the phone and stroked himself off.  It had been so pervy.  If she had been anyone else, he could have gotten the cops called on him for sexual harassment.

Laughing to himself, he ejected the tape from the VCR and set it aside.  The cursed tape.  He recalled what Mike had told him about it and he shook his head.  Cursed.  Yeah right.  He put in the first of the two movies and made sure it was fully rewound before going to his kitchen.  He fixed himself a lunch and ate at the island, his thoughts going to Rachel.  He really hoped she didn’t ruin things today.  If that bitch could stay away then he would be so happy.

He thought about his son, but gradually his thoughts turned back to Samara.  She had black hair, that much he knew because he’d found one strand of long, dark hair on his shirt that morning, but other than that and that she was always cool and wet, he knew nothing about how she looked.  He recalled the feel of her laying atop him and knew she wasn’t a young woman because she didn’t have breasts.  Maybe she was just not boobagely inclined, he mused, but found that unlikely.  She was a girl, definitely, and small.  Young though?  He wasn’t sure.

At times she sounded young and naïve, but at others she sounded wise beyond her years.  It was rude to ask a woman her age though, so he knew it would just be a mystery for the rest of their lives.  He smiled to himself as he picked at his sandwich and chips.  Listen to him, he made it sound like they were going to be together forever.

He laughed softly to himself before sighing and finishing his food.  After a minute, he cleaned up and went back to preparing for that evening.  He brought the bed’s comforter and sheets out into the living room, making a nest on the floor in front of the couch where they could sit and watch the films.  He made sure there was a box of condoms in his bedroom and one in the living room.  He had the tact to put the one in the living room inside a drawer in the end table next to the couch, out of sight.

He wasn’t sure how, but night had crept up on him during his preparations.  He smiled as he looked out the window behind his couch at the night sky.  Thrilled, he sat down on the couch’s edge, waiting.  Twenty minutes passed in tense waiting before a small knock sounded on his door.  He shot off the couch and walked over to the door, asking who it was through it.  “It’s Samara,” came the girlish voice he’d come to know.

He opened the door slowly, eyes closed.  “Come in,” he told her and she giggled.  She stepped inside and took several steps in before turning to him.

“You can open your eyes, silly,” she told him.

Slowly he closed the door and turned to her, opening his eyes.  He blinked at what he saw.  A young girl just over half his height stood there, gazing up at him with glassy eyes.  She was naked with black nipples standing out against her white fur.  Long, black hair down passed her hips trailed down her back.  She had black lips and a black nose, and her whole body was soaked from head to toe.  Water dripped off her onto the floor, but very slowly, only every now and then.

He didn’t know what to say.  She wasn’t like he’d pictured, but at the same time, he liked it.  Her eyes though, bothered him.  They watched him, so he knew she wasn’t blind, but they had this look to them that made him think she couldn’t see very well.  She stood there quietly, chewing on her lower black lip, waiting for him to say something.  Anything.

“You’re very pretty,” he said finally and that made her smile and wiggle.

“Thank you,” she told him, “You’re the first that’s ever told me that.”

“Is it raining outside?” he asked, going and getting her a towel from the bathroom.  She shook her head when he returned, wrapping it around her.  “So you really are just wet all the time?” he asked then and she nodded.  “Wow.  Gonna have to invest in some waterproof sheets,” he mused softly, making her giggle.

“Can we watch the movie now?” she asked, holding the towel around herself for a bit before letting it drop.  She was still wet but not dripping anymore.

“Sure.  I put in the comedy first,” he told her, taking her by the hand and leading her over to the nest of pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch.  When he sat, she sat in his lap, leaning back against his chest.  When he hit the button on the remote, the movie began with the trailers.  “I should grab the snacks,” he said after a second and she looked up at him.

“Okay,” she commented, moving away so he could slip away.  She watched him go into the kitchen to get the snacks and fidgeted on the nest.  She hadn’t reacted the way she had expected, but then again, most who saw her on the seventh day turned into bloated soaked corpses after dying from the curse.  The curse hadn’t taken him though.  He hadn’t died upon looking at her.  Maybe it was because he had talked to her.  Maybe it was because she liked him?  She couldn’t hazard a guess.

When he returned with a two liter of coke and two glasses as well as a bag of chips, she waited until he took up his spot behind her once again before picking up a glass.  She’d not had food in a very long time, so when he poured her some coke, she very carefully took a sip.  When she didn’t vomit, she smiled happily.  It was delightful!  Sweet and bubbly.  So unlike anything she’d had before.  “Yum!” she exclaimed and that seemed to disarm Noah’s defenses.

For the entirety of the comedy, the two snuggled and laughed at the horrible jokes, snacking on the chips and sipping coke.  There came a part where the main character fell down some stairs and landed on a thing that hit him in the crotch and both winced and laughed.  “That’s gotta hurt,” said Noah with a laugh.

“Probably,” she replied with a smile, relaxing against him.  This was so… pleasant!  So nice.  She had grown so used to the screams and the death…  Having laughter and comfort was so refreshing.  After a bit, she said in a soft whisper to him, “I’m sorry about Mike.”  That caught his attention and he looked down at her.

“You know about Mike?” he asked and when she nodded, he sighed.  “Yeah.  It’s okay.  I was surprised and the grief was hard to deal with but… talking to you made it all better again.”  He hugged her then, his strong arms around her making her smile sadly.  He couldn’t see the sad smile though.  “I’m going to put in the action now,” he told her, since the comedy had ended.  When she nodded, he released her and stood.

After he changed the movie over and came back though, instead of watching the film, she sat sideways on his lap and rested her cheek against his chest.  He held her carefully until she looked up at him.  When she did, he looked down at her.  Something in her expression had him curious but then his eyes fell on her lips… a heartbeat passed before he pressed his lips to hers.  She went stiff but then relaxed, kissing him back.  Her small hands went up and clutched at his hair, pulling him firmer into the kiss.

One of his hands trailed down her chest, rubbing slowly, his touch lighting a fire beneath her fur.  When his hand went between her legs, she spread them for him, moaning against his lips as his fingers brushed against her pussy.  A gasp escaped her when he slid his middle finger into her, then a pained gasp of surprise as he pushed that finger through her hymen.  “Ow,” she whimpered a little, clenching around his finger.  He was so gentle after that though, that soon the pleasure began to build, making her pant.  Their kiss turned hot and heavy, tongues wrestling.  Her cool, light gray tongue working against his hot, red one.

Soon it was clear he couldn’t take any more as he took his finger out of her and lifted her up, turning her so she straddled his lap.  He fished his hard, canine cock out, pressing the oozing tip against her deflowered pussy.  Shivering with a mix of fear and need, she clutched his shoulders, gazing down between them as he slowly lowered her hips and impaled her with his big, thick cock.  She gasped and he devoured that gasp with a kiss.  Lower and lower she sank on his cock until his knot pressed against her.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the feeling of the hot, flesh rod inside her, throbbing in her cool depths.  She clenched around his length and he moaned against her mouth.  Knowing nothing of what to do, she simply let him move her with his hands on her hips.  Every time he raised and lowered her on his cock, sparks of pleasure shot through her body until after a while she was a drooling, tongue lulled out mess.  “Yessh!” she slurred with pleasure as he moved her faster, watching her with those golden eyes of his.

When she orgasmed on his cock, it was thousands of times more intense than her first orgasm.  It rocked her and sent her spirit soaring.  She clutched at his shirt to keep from falling as she felt his cock get bigger inside her.  “Oh god!” he groaned before his cock started this intense mighty twitching inside her fucked pussy.  Cord after hot, sticky cord filled her womb as he came inside her.  The feeling made her orgasm again, shaking heavily.  His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he filled her.

Eternity passed before he pressed his lips against hers once again, giving her a soft, passionate kiss.  She returned it, savoring him before he pulled away.  He lifted her off his cock then carried her to his bedroom on shaky legs.  When he laid her down on the bed and laid beside her, she turned and snuggled against his chest.   They shared one more kiss before he passed out.  Smiling happily, she snuggled with his sleeping body, waiting for morning to come while her body continued to sing with delight.

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