Buried With Time By: Pupupdown No one ever predicts these kinds of things. One minute someone's there and the next they're gone with the wind. Such is the case with Olivia, an 8 year old white fox, who's life met an abrupt end just several days ago. Nothing painful, nothing foul. An accident and nothing more. After the girl was confirmed to be deceased all that was expected occurred. A family grieved, a body was picked up, and a funeral was arranged. Of course, however there are some crucial steps in between. Trevor, knows this better than anyone. No one wants their final goodbye to be with a smelly rotting corpse. So it is the greyhound's duty to make sure the body is preserved and left looking so lively one might assume the deceased were merely taking a nap. With 33 years on this earth and the last 8 spent being a mortician, the task came easily to Trevor. He felt pity for the poor youth but found solace that she could bring a smile to one last person before she was laid to rest. You see, Trevor was a single man, It seemed dealing with the dead wasn't the best profession for attracting a life partner, and being a man who worked alone never helped either. He wasn’t the tallest at 5’ 7” and his short gray fur and skinny frame leaned into that, he wasn’t what others would call a stud but over the years he realized he wasn't interested in finding a life partner. He was a man married to his profession. And he'd try his damndest to make sure all funerals he had a hand in went off without a hitch, and to that end he was always successful. But despite his disinterest in finding a significant other, his more basic desires would still demand attention. "Isn't that right Olivia" Trevor said to himself as much as he did the despondent corpse as he made his way to the backroom. The greyhound had been sweating bullets ever since the girl had been brought into his morgue. With her lilith body covered by a thin tarp, she made something fire off in Trevor she was perfect in his eyes and he knew he had to have her. Once she was placed in the cool backroom of the morgue, Trevor blew through in several hours, paperwork that would usually take several days. He even waived several fees for the family, using the guise of empathy for their loss as his cover, just so he could get more acquainted with his amoré that much sooner. With the last paper signed and dated Trevor looked up from his desk to a nearby window. The sun had long since set and the moon had taken center stage. “Finally” he lamented to himself, going through all those papers in such a short time was definitely extra work but it would make what was to come all the more savory and well deserved in his mind. Getting up Trevor immediately set out to the backroom where Olivia was being stored, an erection steadily growing in his pants as he got closer and closer to the heart of his newfound obsession. Brushing past unused coffins, canisters of embalming fluid, and other things one would expect to find in a morgue, Trevor finally reached her. As she lay still on a metal gurney he gently cupped her face, intricately inspecting every one of her features. Her fur was still soft to the touch and her eyes, while glossed over with a film of death, held a deep ocean blue which seemingly drew in Trevor in the most comforting way possible. Before he knew it he was mere inches away from the girls face. Then closing the remaining gap he pressed his muzzle against hers. With the corpse offering no resistance he dove straight into her mouth, tracing his tongue along its interior and feeling out every crevice. All the while he felt himself grow unbearably stiff. Years of sparse release left him constantly in need and today was no different. Testosterone and lust surged and pulsed through his brain as his cock pulsed to life, ready to ravage whatever hole it would plunge into. Having felt he had become more than acquainted with the girls mouth, withdrew from the kiss, a small strand of saliva still connecting the two before unceremoniously breaking off. The Greyhound’s needs were quickly reaching a crescendo and so he discarded his fine dress clothes, throwing them aside with abandon, and letting out a soft moan as his member was finally allowed to spring free. He may have had no luck with finding a partner all these years, But that had nothing to do with what he was packing between his legs. Trevor’s cock stood proud and pulsing, coming in at a hefty 13 inches with a massive knot that had yet to swell to full size. No one expected a dog of such modest stature was to be hiding such a massive thing between their legs and as Trevor’s apple sized nuts dangled pendulously, he imagined how Olivia may have reacted to seeing such a monster if she was alive to do so. “Mmm you’re such a cute little tease” Trevor spoke, slowly pulling back the tarp that covered the rest of her body. It felt as though he was unwrapping a gift on Christmas, biting his lip in anticipation as he unveiled more and more of the girl’s body. As the tarp neared her midriff Trevor yanked the rest off, the needs of his dick taking center stage and what he saw didn’t disappoint. The rest of Olivia’s body left him in just as much awe as her face. Her breast had the most subtle of definition, the sort of definition that could only be appreciated in her current naked form. And her thighs while lacking the thickness of a mature woman, had a soft layer of baby fat still clinging to them. Her tail thick and lucious, she was clearly the type of girl who would spend hours doing up her fur. Then between her legs were her soft luscious lips, plump and blatantly underdeveloped, the thralls of puberty never having the chance to reach her before her demise. This left her undeniably virgin, unlikely to have even learned of masturbation at her innocent young age. “You were such a beautiful young girl” Trevor commented, tracing a paw from her cheek down to her pussy. He admired how his short grey fur contrasted her lucious white coat “and to me you still are” he finished. He gently prodded two fingers into the dead girl’s cunt, impressed by the resistance he was met with, as he slowly stroked his massive member with his free hand he knew he’d have to get a little rough if he was going to truly enjoy himself. “Such a perfect angel, so much you’ll never get to experience it’d be a sin if you were buried without ever having even a single lover” he cooed rubbing her inner thigh, her body was cool to the touch but none of that mattered to the Greyhound. Picking her up bridal style, he had to resist humping the air as her limp tail hung down casually stroking and brushing against his member. “Someone likes to play dirty, don’t they?” Trevor said, grinning. He carried her to a nearby embalming table, placing her onto it he immediately climbed over top of her. Towering over Olivia's body, Trevor slowly poked and prodded at the girl’s virgin pussy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt something other than his own paw so before he knew it the gentle prodding turned into shallow thrusts. The way Olivia’s limp body rolled against his thrust kept him from getting much deeper and it enticed his inner desires like moths to a flame. “Don’t tease me like that baby” he said. Leaning over, he wrapped his arms around her and held her still. He was finally able to begin to shove his massive member deeper and deeper into her pussy. A small trickle of blood began to leak from Olivia’s pussy but he knew he had yet to actually hit her hymen. The Greyhound knew he was too thick to get in without a little bit of tearing and he knew it’d only get tighter from here. “If you want me to stop just say so” Trevor said to the girl, snickering as he knew he’d get no response. And with that he tightened his grip and reeled his hips back before giving one powerful thrust that tore through the dead fox’s hymen and took the greyhounds cock on a direct route to her cervix where his thrust was brought to an abrupt end, her stomach giving a light bulge as Trevor’s cock was reaching depths even a grown woman would find slightly uncomfortable and yet, he was only halfway in. Another 6 and a half inches still waited to be buried deep inside this underaged corpse before his body would even get close to orgasm, and despite the cold steel of the table the two ‘lovers’ were situated on Trevor felt hotter than ever as a fire burned inside of him. He needed to claim her in a way no other male ever could, not that there would be any others. “Get ready, Treavor is going to show you just what so many other women have missed out on all these years!” He said with a dazed look. Grinding into her cervix Trevor kept applying pressure until finally he bursted through slamming into the back of her womb, letting out a loud moan as the tip of his cock was subjected to its infinitely tighter confines. "Such an amazing girl, I'm so glad I could be your first" Trevor complimented. It felt as if he was fucking two cunts at the same time as he thrusted in and out of the young girls corpse and yet he still wanted more. Picking up the pace Trevor admired as Olivia’s petite breast bounced in tandem with his thrusts, his large balls slapping against her ass giving off a wet *PLAP* as they collided and bounced off the girl’s cunt, precum and trickles of leaking bodily fluids pooling beneath the girl’s body. A prominent bulge making itself known as Trevor slammed in and out of the girl's womb. He could never hope to find another partner as perfect as Olivia again anytime soon so he made sure to make the most of this experience. Each hump and thrust being topped off with a grind against the back of her womb stretching her to, if she had been alive, her absolute limits. Trevor moaned in satisfaction as he gripped the bulge his dick made in her stomach, essentially stroking himself off while fucking the dead girl’s cunt into ruin. His knot being the only part of his dick yet to force its way in. Trevor winced at the resistance he’d meet each time he would try to get his knot in, tightening his grip on the girl he ground into his knot against her several times, watching intently as each time her walls gave more and more, ever so slightly until.. *POP* An audible pop was made as his cock tore through her fragile womb, carving its way into her internal organs, pressing against her flesh tightly enough for Trevor to make out the fine details of his own dick through her skin and fur as well as making enough space for his knot to ram into Olivia’s cunt and begin rapidly swelling thus tying the two together as Trevor’s orgasm came crashing into reality. The feeling of taboo mixed with the mind shattering orgasm Trevor was experiencing was like sugar being poured into syrup the exhilaration as he was now tied to the little girl’s corpse akin to that of skydiving. Claiming her in a way that was usually only reserved for couples of a proper age made the cum surge out his cock that much harder, his balls drawing up significantly with each spurt. Primal instinct was all his brain had to operate on as his mind short circuited with each rope of cum his thick cock blasted into the girl’s non functioning organs. Throwing his body against hers Trevor sloppily kissed the corpse, loud wet popping sounds echoing throughout the morgue as he forced her tongue to dance with his. The french kissing only got more intense as he felt her stomach begin to bloat with his cum, his cock still letting off like a fire hydrant for a couple dozen more seconds before the torrents of necrophilliac jizz finally began to taper off and he was able to regain his senses. Finally breaking the kiss, Olivia’s maw left hanging open and glistening from the forced spit shine, the Greyhound looked over his handiwork as he basked in the afterglow of an intense orgasm. The girl’s stomach was bloated with pent up cum leaving her looking as though she had died expecting twins, The fur around her pussy was matted and discolored from all the bodily fluids that had seeped into it from her abused cunt. Her fur in general looked rough and ragged, a testament to Trevor’s ‘dedication’ to his work. As he eyed the, now disheveled, corpse the realization of what he had just done set in. “I just creampied someone’s dead daughter” He said to himself, his knot still tying him to the little girl’s body. But as those words rang in his ears, he didn’t feel disgusted with himself, no guilt or shame entered his psyche. No, instead he felt exhilarated! “I just creampied someone’s dead daughter!” He repeated this time with gusto and a toothy grin. His previously deflating member quickly began to harden once again and decided, since he had been kind enough to be the girl’s first she owed him just a little bit. Yanking his member free with a wet pop, his baseball sized knot easily prolapsed Olivia’s once tight young pussy, a flood of cum quickly gushing out with no knot or oversized cocl to keep it in place. “Heh, someone might mistake you for a common street whore with a pussy like that sweetheart” Trevor teased. Dismounting the table he had just fucked Olivia’s lifeless body on. He walked over to a nearby ceiling extension cord, usually used to power various tools and pumps needed for the process of preserving corpses, Trevor had a different idea. Yanking the cord down, he walked back over to Olivia’s body, picking it up by the legs to prevent anymore cum spewing out, then tying the cord around her feet he allowed it to begin retracting back up towards the ceiling, admiring how even in her dirtied state she still looked beautiful just dangling there. Eventually the cord lifted the fox’s body to just the right height. Trevor’s cock now level with her muzzle. “Ready dear?” Trevor asked rhetorically, ‘testing’ the waters with a few rough slaps of his cum covered dick against the fur of her smooth young face. “Of course you are” He said, before gripping the back of Olivia’s head and plunging his cock deep into her gullet. The corpse offered no resistance, it’s throat bulging out in compliance to its newfound intruder. “Aaaa, That’s a good girl. I bet not even that vixen mother of yours could take it like you do” Trevor praised, mindlessly humping into the girl’s mouth. If an onlooker were to enter the room right now they’d see Olivia with a vacant stare as gravity held her eyelids open, Trevors sweaty balls shamelessly slapping against her, once full of life, deep blue eyes. The poor girl’s body being dominated and defiled for the second time by the Greyhound. “Mmf it’s a shame it was only in death your full-potential was realized, I’m sure you would’ve grown up to be a great lay!” Trevor moaned out, eagerly grabbing onto the girl’s ears for better grip, his knot slid easily in and out of her muzzle as the barrage of thrusts continued. Again and again Trevor would slam his hips into the deceased girl’s face, yanking her ears to pull her deeper onto his cock. No choking or gagging sounds resonated from the girl, for obvious reasons, but Trevored loved the concept of a silent partner, one who wouldn’t complain as he raped their throat with a dick that would put every male in his city to shame. He continued fucking Olivia's throat as he felt the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. He hadn't been this riled up since, well ever, even his years as a pubescent teen couldn't compare to the wanton lust he felt throughout his body right now. "Get ready, unf, I'm gonna paint that pretty fur coat of yours!" Trevor yelled out, as he felt his balls contract to deliver their second load of the day. The first spurt if cum missed, shooting nearly straight up before falling back to the ground with a wet *SPLAT*. The second left a thick strand of cum across her torso which promptly began to drip down to her face and onto the floor as Trevor left off a dozen more shots just as thick and copious as his first, drenching the girl in a sticky layer of jizz. A wave of bliss surging up his spine once again, nearly losing his balance as his knees tried not to buckle from the pleasure. As his second orgasm began to subside Trevor idly rubbed his cock against Olivia’s face, her fur sending tingles up his spine as he massaged his balls, working out any cum that still lingered inside the two massive orbs. “*huff* Well, aren’t you an absolute mess” Trevor noted. Olivia’s corpse was now not only bloated with cum but covered in it too, so much so that any logical person would’ve assumed this was the work of multiple men, not just one extremely virile Greyhound experiencing a dry spell. “Well it was lovely but I still have a job to do sweetie” Trevor grinned, he was still a mortician after all. Walking over to his discarded clothes he redressed himself, stuffing his member back into his pants and throwing on his shirt. “Now let’s get you cleaned up” He said to the corpse dangling from the ceiling. Untying the cord wrapped around her ankles, Olivia fell to the floor with an unceremonious splat, landing in the pool of cum that had accumulated beneath her. “Time to get to work I suppose..” Trevor said to himself looking at the desecrated corpse of the girl... Epilogue There was a modest turn out for the girl’s funeral, clearly the majority being family and what must’ve been friends from school. Parents wept and said their goodbyes, several of the adults thanking Trevor for the beautiful work he had done in arranging the event. The Greyhound would just smile and say “It was my pleasure” the true depth of his words being something he, and a certain young fox, would take to the grave. It took all the will power in Trevors body not to rip out of his pants with the massive hard-on he was sporting, person after person would walk by Olivia’s coffin completely unaware of just what had happened merely a day prior. With only the upper portion of the coffin open no one saw how obscenely stuffed her stomach was, or the crude plug Trevor had used to keep it that way. Crammed inside Olivia’s cunt were discarded cum rags Trevor had sitting around his office from years of being single, he was no slob but sometimes he just forgot to clean up these kinds of things. Then later in the day as he watched her being lowered into the ground, what had been a bulge in his pants had become a precum soaked, blatant outline of his cock. But he didn’t care, the thought of all his cum sloshing around in that dead girl’s tummy as she was put in her final resting place was just too enjoyable. Even in the nights that followed he would come to her tombstone just to whip out his cock and vigorously masturbate until he blew his load all over her epitaph. Tonight being one such day. “See you tomorrow you~” Trevor sang as he wiped off his dirtied hand on the tombstone. His cum having painted it and the surrounding grass for the fourth night in a row now. Walking off into the dark his cock dangled and bounced through the fly of his pants, easily visible to any possible on lookers, his balls being just as obscenely out in the open. “Or maybe in an hour or two...” he smirked to himself The End!