"A Fright to Remember" Written by Rodger Wilco Blue, Autumn 2023. All characters listed in "Casting Call" are created and owned by the writer of this story.

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This work contains the following content "tags" (Not including those suggested or added later):
Fur/Fur
Male/Female
Older/Younger
Teen/Cub
Vaginal Sex
First Time
Virgin Male
virgin Female
Blood (defloration)
Wetting (non-sexual)
Species difference
Awkward first-time sex
Romance
Bitter Sweet Ending


Casting Call:
*Baxter Hall -- Built in the late 1800's it is a two story manor house several rooms converted into small double room apartments on the upper floor and finished attic, a shared space on the ground floor, and a large finished basement that houses a utility/laundry room, partial bath with a shower, and a small 'crash' room with a bed, and a storage room for it's tenants. It traditionally housed college students, but has since (due to it being located in a somewhat rural area far from any nearby campuses) picked up longer term tenants living in a slightly communal style sharing the first floor kitchen and social spaces. The house itself was built in a Victorian Gothic style.

*Cinder Nash (Nash) -- A 15 year old jerboa who lives in a rented room on the second floor with his single mother. He has green eyes, light brown patches of fur splotting randomly over his back and thighs. And white fur dominating his fur color everywhere else, including his head and front except for one brown left ear, and chestnut headfur. 

*Aylee Sunne (sometimes "Lee") -- A 10 year old stoat. She has tawny brown and white fur, and long white headfur that comes down and hides part of her face. She has soft brown eyes hidden behind small wire-frame glasses. She is visiting Baxter Hall as a guest attending a "Haunted House" event that the residents have put on turning the first story of the Manor House into a spooky haunted house.

*Baxter Hall Residents -- Nine other residents who live there, most of whom are in their early 20s, but there is one elderly couple, two women in their early 30s, and Nash's mother (Clara) who is a middle-aged widow and single mother.

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"A 'Fright' to Remember!" a Beyond the Veil story by R.Blue

It was sort of a long honored tradition started probably somewhere in the 1950's when the Manor House was occupied by mostly students who attended a now closed college. Every year on Halloween the first floor would be divided off with cardboard and carefully hung draperies to create a sort of maze that featured different spooky rooms with different scary themes. It would be manned by the residents and their friends. All of them costumed up to play in a matching role for each room. While others donned monster costumes better suited for jump scares and wandered or lurked about in among the turns and blind alleys of the haunted house expose.

One room, usually the dining room, would be set up as a social space with coolers filled with soda and plastic cups filled with green tinted punch. If you made it there you were treated to a small gift bag with candy and other little goodies like plastic spiders and rubber snakes to toss at your friends.

This is the second time that Nash got to participate in setting everything up, picking out his costume, and helping out. The proceeds for it went half to charities (usually a local food bank or woman's shelter) and half went to paying for the event the following year. Plus there was a jar for anyone who wanted to add a little more money for the charity pile. Last year, Nash got to play as a zombie where he would pop out of a pine box coffin in room made up to look like a mausoleum. 

This year he had a "big hairy fanged monster" costume that was something between a saber-toothed cat and a shaggy monster wolf thing with a bare toothy skull with horns all made of bone-like plastic that had a working jaw and glowing red lights in its eye sockets.... though he had to usually turn those off cause he couldn't see past it. There were patches of shaggy fur matching the body part of the costume as if it were some kind of half zombie half demon thing.

His mother went all out buying it for him a few weeks ago on his birthday and he was real happy with it. Even when it wasn't being worn as a costume it would look great decorating the wall of his room like some cryptozoologist's hunting trophy. He planned on splaying it out on his wall complete with the furred body and the long arms and feet that had large clawed hands that were articulated with the gloves from the inside.

Today though he was also a "runabout", or at least that was what they were calling anyone that filled the free-roaming hosts who were there to guide guests in or out, or could set up an ambush spot leaping out from one of the curtained walls in random places inside the maze-like corridors they had set up. Doing the jump scares was going to be great! 

It was one of the best host positions, and at least he wouldn't be confined to sitting up suddenly from inside a box. This year they dressed up a dummy to do that, operated by a rope pull. Nor would he have to stand on the porch holding a pumpkin shaped bucket all day and night to take collections from those paying the entry fee. Being able to roam about at will was going to be a lot more fun. Though he did take particular pride in the decorations he had helped set up too.

This year was one of those lucky occasions when Halloween fell on a Saturday, meaning there would be a steady stream of people. Rarely did it get crowded these days, with all the things going on in town, but there would be enough to keep everyone entertained in the entertaining all night. It also meant he didn't have to go to School the next day so he could stay up late and enjoy the after-party movie.

They started at 3pm in the afternoon. It was lots of fun! He got a lot of laughs chasing people down one of the longer corridors they had set up. He could just wait until they had just passed the room with the smoke machine and the "crawling horrors" which was usually one or more of the tenants hiding down under the smoke wearing scary clawed gloves to grab at people's ankles with from a semi-hidden spot as they walked by. Already startled they never expected to have him pop right out as they left the room in that moment of relief having escaped the clutches of something hidden in the mist.

Another spot he liked to hide in was at a dead end some people wound up in. He'd emerge from a veiled curtain that was just at the end, and it was so dark you couldn't see anything. It was there that he liked to turn his eye-lights on since he only had to roar loudly and take a couple steps between the curtain's folds.

There was a short break around 6pm for a quick dinner, someone had sprung for several pizzas for everyone to share. Then it was back to the fun. They had planned on wrapping up around 9:30pm or maybe 10pm if there were still people around, but as the night rolled past 8pm the visitors started to thin and it was looking to be a shorter run this time despite it being on a Saturday. Still, they had at least a hundred, or maybe even two go through since they started... which they had said would more than pay for the event the following year, plus there would be a good donation to the charities.

It was rolling up getting close to closing time when he met her. He didn't mean to scare her so badly, a lone little girl. He recognized her as one of the few neighbors within walking distance of the old spooky-looking Manor. The place was nestled in a thick bramble of woods and was one of those thickets that almost hid it from the road. She came from a small cul-de-sac that had been built sometime in the last couple decades to try and lure more development to that part of the town where it thinned out going from suburbs to rural communities. It was about a half-mile away. She had likely walked here on her own after running out of homes to get candy from where she lived.
 
She was by herself, and she was wearing a warrior woman costume that took him some time to place. It was the Valkyrie woman from that hero movie series. Sif or something. Her costume was a notch or two up from a "kit" costume you'd buy for a little kid at one of the big box stores, but not quite professionally tailored either. More like something you'd find in a drama club. Still quite a good costume. Though the leather skirt was a bit short for her, so much so that you could see the shorts she was wearing under it peeking out from under the hem. Especially after she plopped right down to the floor.

He had set up in his ambush spot, his finger tip carefully hold the little light switch for his eye-lights for when he jumped out. They would light up the short dead end draped in black curtains with an eerie reddish light that would make you think the whole area was coated in dark red blood as he jumped out.

Jumping out with a loud roar as he turned on the eye-lights, letting the wire go to raise his arms in a menacing gesture. He had barely seen her enter the short hallway before he jumped out, and with the lights half blinding him he didn't see her already tear streaked face and terror stricken wide eyes as he jumped out and shocked the already overwhelmed girl past her limit. Rather than letting out a girly high pitched shriek and turn to dash back the way she came like everyone else had that night, she just went stock still for a moment, shuddering where she stood before her knees gave out and she collapsed with a loud sob. Uh oh!

He wasn't supposed to push them that far. In fact if anyone looked "too scared" he was supposed to play friendly monster instead and act like a happy host and escort them to the end of the maze where the snack and gifts were set up in the dining-room where people could sit down and drink sodas or punch and chat.

Instead she began sobbing and saying "oh no!" over and over. He turned off his eye-lights right away and flicked on a little flashlight he had tethered to his wrist. It had a blue-green filter over its lens and lit up the area with a slightly more friendly light. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you that bad!" he says trying to pull the headpiece of his costume off, but it was being stubborn with his big oversized claw gloves. "I won't hurt you, I promise." Then a whiff of something hit him. It was very faint, but he recognized it right away. The poor girl had wet herself!

He tries his best to ignore that, but at the same time he feared getting in trouble for over-doing it with a grade-school girl who obviously wasn't having fun at all. The girl just lets out another sob though she seems to be going from fearful to embarrassed or maybe a mixture of both. "Hey... hey..." he says trying to calm his voice as much as possible, though failing somewhat. "It's okay. My name is Nash. What's yours?" he asks, hoping upon hope that she answers instead of returning to crying.

"A... Aylee." she says her face now turning more and more mortified than terrified as she realizes she over-reacted. She obviously thought she was too old to be really scared by a place like this, and had entered alone, not realizing that all the jump scares and disorienting strobing lights in some of the rooms would work against her.

What Nash didn't know was that the poor girl was doubly mortified because it was Nash. Unlike the nasty-gross boys in her school, she kind of... sort of... well... she found him kind of cute.

Nash looks around and then remembers where he is in the house. Behind one of the curtains is a door that leads to the basement. "Hey there's a place we can go where you can kind of cool off. It wont have anyone else there to um... well it will be our secret okay? We can get you all cleaned up."

The girl stares up at Nash, she is blushing so hard that it just blazes pinkly under her fur, and on the insides of her ears quite noticeably. She realizes he noticed her accident and it almost sends her back into a state of blubbering again except she instead takes a deeeeep breath and forces it down like the "big girl" she was supposed to be and quietly nods.

She reaches up and takes Nash's offered paw and he helps her up. He then turns and begins running his free paw along the wall till he finds a gap in the curtain and fumbles about for the nearby door that leads down to the finished basement.

After opening the door for her and reaching in to flip a light switch on he lets her go down ahead of him, turning to close the door behind him and he throws a little latch locking it behind them. He then turns and follows closely behind guiding he to continue down to the bottom. The basement had been remodeled sometime in the 80's and so it had completely lost its "spooky basement" vibe and once you stepped down into the basement proper you saw that it had a much more modern feel to it.

At the bottom of the stairs is a curtained doorway, he pushes his way through holding one side of the curtain so that Aylee can enter. A few nightlights are plugged in here or there and are illuminating the finished basement. He reaches and fumbles the light switch on removing the spooky half-orange dim light that was casting everything in shadow.

The walls are all sheet rocked and painted bright white, and are decorated with various vintage movie posters some in tatters and others relatively new looking. The floor is carpeted in a thick plush pile colored light tan with several non-matching smaller rugs thrown about haphazardly in various spots. The main carpet obviously being a remnant as it doesn't quite reach all the way to one end of the room, so there are several smaller rugs filling in and others are all somehow creating a colorful laired look.

Much of the main room is taken up by a rather worst for wear enormous U-shaped sectional dark brown faux leather couch, capable of seating around eight or nine people at a time, that sits up against the wall opposite the stairs. It has several multi-colored crocheted afghans and miss-matching pillows tossed about it in a oft-loved-and-used way. There is a low coffee table, though this somehow doesn't quite match up with the couch in style. 

Opposite the couch is wide set of low shelves above which is mounted a very large wide-screen television, and below it is an entertainment center with a sound system, gaming consoles, and shelves with various game titles, movies, and television series DVDs populating them along with a small selection of books.

The space is kept relatively neat. A few other doors lead into other rooms on the other side of the television and the wall on the other end. One is apparently a laundry room as a large washer can be seen crouching beyond it's door-less doorway. The other two doorways have doors and are shut.

"Follow me," Nash says, leading her to one of the doors. "This is a crash room. A sort of guest room, kinda." he says gesturing at the nearly empty room that is occupied by a large queen-sized bed. There is another doorway beyond. "There's a bathroom in there where you can um... clean up. Okay? It's just a shower and such." he says.

"Okay," Aylee says quietly. She is still blushing and completely embarrassed about her accident. "Thank you," she murmurs and heads for the bathroom as Nash closes the bedroom door and goes over to the couch plopping down on it and turning the television on while he waits.

After a while the girl comes out wearing the cover-sheet from the bed in a sort of toga style wrapped around her shoulder and waist with a bit of the leather skirt peeking out from below the makeshift hem. She is carrying her shorts and panties, damp from being rinsed off, in her paw. "Um, can I use your dryer?" she asks. "I um... didn't actually get them too bad... but I want to dry them before um..."

Nash gets to his feet and tries to put on his most re-assuring smile. "Sure!" he says, trying his best not to think of her nakedness under that sheet and costume skirt. Even though she was just a kid, he just couldn't help it. He takes her into the laundry room, turning on the light and showing getting the old giant beast running for her. After it was humming away after an initial screech when it started he lead her back to the "den" area and invited her to sit down on the couch.

Aylee nods and sits down towards the end closest to the laundry room, near the inside corner of the large couch. while Nash parks himself a couple cushions away near the middle.

Currently he has an old technicolor movie playing on the screen. It was about some giant blob monster flopping around and oozing through a small town devouring people. The characters having run from the Blob take shelter inside a walk-in freezer as the monster tries to ooze its way in after them. The movie is so cheesy and over the top that it is hardly scary for either of them, and therefor "safe" viewing after the fright the girl had earlier.

Nash scratches the back of his head, "Um, again, I am really sorry for scaring you so bad. Please don't tell on me, I wasn't supposed to make it that scary."

Aylee smiles, "It's okay. I um... I didn't think getting startled like that would get me that bad. There were a lot of jump scares this year. I think it got me cause I was by myself." She frowns, "I sort of snuck away from my group to come here." She smiles again, "I really liked last year's with the dressed up mannequins and stuff. I remember walking by one and then it touched my shoulder. I laughed really hard once I caught my breath."

Nash nods, "Yeah, we try to change it up a bit every year. I was the zombie in the coffin last year."

Aylee blushes a bit, "I know, I remember you." Aylee doesn't dare mention that Nash was one of the reasons she came here in the first place. 

Nash grins, "Oh? That's cool. This year's costume is way better. Well, maybe too good."

Aylee nods, "It was great! I um... well you just appeared out of nowhere like just there were suddenly these red eyes lurching at me and fangs..." she feels some of her embarrassment ebb away as she talks about it. "I just... locked right up!" Aylee then lets out a breath, "I really wish I had a friend with me."

Nash nods, "Well I think we're about to shut it down soon, but if there is still a steady stream of people coming through it might stay open. I can walk you through the rest of it if it is. 

Aylee blushes and looks away shifting in her seat. "Really?" she says forgetting to keep her knees closed as she turns a bit as she half-sits in the corner spot giving Nash a very quick hint of something in the shadows there.

Nash's eyes cannot help but lock on to her legs and slender thighs, but he forces himself to glance back at the television. "Yeah, sure! Or we can watch really old movies if it isn't. What time do you have to be home?"

Aylee, "Oh my parents are at a party with co-workers or something. They won't be home till morning." She suddenly realizes her knees parted a bit and quickly pushes the hem of her toga and skirt down with her paws trying to put the move off as natural, though she can feel herself blushing for what she almost gave a boy a view of.

Nash notices the movement of her paws to better conceal her modesty, and feels himself split by both disappointment and relief. Though the two feelings get reversed after a moment when the girl inexplicably settles her paws each side of herself and lets her knees part just a little. Feeling a little confused and wondering if the girl might be flirting with him, he keeps his mouth shut and thinks to himself, ~No way... she's not even old enough to go to my school.~ Then he mentally lashes himself for being a total perv. It seems so deliberate though.

Aylee looks about then watches the tv screen for a little while noticing the awkward silence that had suddenly set in. Though it is completely out of character for her she bites her lower lip a little and tries moving her knees just a tiny bit more apart. Now it is almost a game, like one she can win if she can catch him staring again.

Nash tries to watch the movie too, but again he notices her sitting with one leg drawn aside just a bit more than it was a moment ago, and again he can just almost see something. That is when he hears her clear her throat and she is staring at him. Oh jeeze, she noticed!

Aylee is staring at him with a look of disapproval on her face. "You were trying to look weren't you!"

Nash stammers, "Oh man! Um... er, I mean no of course not!" Then he just gets confused as the girl begins to giggle at him. There is a significant tinge of nervousness in her laughter, but also something else. Then to his shock the girl just lifts up her hem, just a little an inch or two, both the sheet and the leather skirt of her costume. "Um..." is all he manages to say. Of course he stares at it! He just can't help himself. Even if she's younger than he is. She's still got girl parts.

Aylee blushes even more then after a moment, "It... it's okay," she says. Obviously she is acting on impulse, and from what Nash can tell maybe it's an opportunity. He just hopes no one finds out!

"Really?" he asks.

Aylee, "Yeah. I don't know why I'm doing this..." she swallows hard. "I guess I don't mind if you see it." she says raising her hem even more and spreading her legs a bit.

Nash stares a bit, unable to tear his eyes away. She's not quite like the girls from the internet he's caught glimpses of. Her fur hasn't darkened or thickened yet, like the ones he's seen in pictures. His mother makes him keep anything connected to the internet out in the livingroom where she can make sure he doesn't get himself in trouble because of all of the horror stories she's heard. Still, he manages on a rare occasion to sneak glances at some pictures when he finds them when she isn't paying all that much attention, or when he's home alone.

Aylee swallows hard, "Does it look okay?"

Nash nods mostly transfixed at the moment, "Yeah, you're real cute."

Aylee blushes then does a small doubletake, "Just, cute?" she asks letting her hem drop back in place.

Nash looks up, the spell broken, "Huh? Oh! No I... mean... you look amazing. Um, thanks for letting me see?"

Aylee giggles again. Then she makes a serious face. "I want to see yours too!"

Nash jaw-drops a little then shrugs, "Okay, I guess it's only fair. But you've gotta promise not to tell anyone!"

Aylee blushes and nods, "Okay, I promise."

Nash looks around trying to figure out the odds of him getting caught doing something naughty like this. Then he makes a decision. "Hey lets go in there first. That way we won't um... get caught."

Aylee blushes again and nods, "Okay."

In a moment both step into the small guest bedroom. The room is rarely used but it's kept up just in case someone has a bit too much to drink and drive with during the occasional social gathering the residents put on. They are discouraged from making it a habit of it, but it's been generally adopted as a better safe than sorry perk worth everyone chipping in when it comes to keeping the room tidy for use.

Nash shuts the door and presses the little lock button on the knob. Doing so after Aylee steps past him, moving just a bit self-consciously, and sits down on the edge of the bed. 

Aylee looks at Nash waiting for a moment while he dithers and gathers some courage before he reaches down and starts fumbling with his clothes.

Nash is balked a bit by his costume and then he realizes that he needs to take practically the whole thing off before he can get to his clothes underneath. He takes a moment unzipping and unfastening the costume setting it aside carefully on a small table near the bed. Even the costume's shoes had to be taken off first before the body-suit part can be removed. Once that is done though he peels it off. He breathes a sigh of relief after freeing his tail that had been doubled up inside the false wolf-like one that the costume had. He didn't realize how cramped and tight it was feeling till now and spends a moment stretching and switching it back and forth letting the tuft at the end floof out properly now that it's been freed.

Aylee watches Nash patiently. Well, mostly. She shifts about on the edge of the bed squirming a bit.

Nash notices and then nods, "Okay, ready?" he asks. When the girl nods he wastes no time, he undoes the snap on the back of his jeans that accommodates hole for his tail, then undoes the front button, and just hooks his thumbs into his jean's and boxers both shucking them downward and stepping out of them. His boner now freed from confinement springs out pinkly from its sheath. For a rodent, his is one that could take a small amount of pride in. Though not one to boast about either. He blushes redly as he stands there before the girl as she has a turn staring at him.

She stares all right, never having seen one quite live and in person before. Not like this anyway, and definitely not when it is like... that! "Oh wow! Why is it all... out... like that?" she asks.

Nash awkwardly steps out of his pants and boxers, un-trapping himself from their hold on his ankles as he awkwardly tries to kick them to the side and out of the way. He scratches the back of his head with one paw while sort of half trying to hide his erection with the other but only succeeds in emphasizing his aroused state. "Um. Guy's things do that sometimes, especially when... well when we see a girl like... you know."

Aylee of course has some idea of how things work. "Gross..." she half-whispers to herself. Then she asks, "So, it gets like that when boy's want to, um... do it?"

Nash shrugs still finding this way more embarrassing than he thought it would be, "Yeah, and sometimes just whenever, like it has a mind of its own." he says with some chagrin.

Aylee nods slowly. It takes her a brief moment while she appears to gathering her courage to be bold once more before she asks, "Can I touch it?"

Nash cannot blush any redder than he already is, so he just nods and takes a couple steps closer so that he is within reach.

Aylee peers at it before she reaches out and touches it lightly before jerking her pawfingers back when it twitches. "Oooh..." she coos before touching it again. "It's warm!" she remarks as she squirms a little more where she sits. "So this goes inside me?" she asks though she knows perfectly well how sex works. Well, mostly, kind of. Okay, just a little.

Nash blinks. ~BINGO! SHE WANTS IT!~ part of his brain exclaims, while the other part tells him his mom will kill him if he gets caught. "You, want me to put it inside?" he asks. 

Aylee lets out a soft little eep and withdraws her paw, "Um..." then she realizes she may have made an offer she wasn't quite meaning to. "I um. I'm not sure?" Despite her words though she begins pulling off the makeshift sheet she was wearing over her costume more for assurance than modesty really.

Nash gulps and feels driven to keep this going if its going where he thinks it is. "Um, it's okay if you do. It will feel really good." he tries. His own inexperience, though, is something he is more than aware of and he hopes that it doesn't ruin things.

Aylee, nods as she continues to take more of her clothing off. Now loosing the top part and swallowing hard before she undoes the buttons holding up the leather skirt. "I have to get naked first, right?" she asks as she fumbles with her shirt with one paw while trying to plaster her other in her lap. 

Nash just stands there in bewildered fascination as the tiny little stoat girl just peels one piece of clothing after another revealing her mostly flat undeveloped chest and her slim boyish figure that is slowly giving way to a hinted roundness about her hips. As he looks at her he notices how stoats are a lot like otters in that they are longer in the mid-drifts than most, and that their legs are just a slight bit shorter proportionately than his own kind who tend towards long legs, longer feet, and tend to walk a bit more on their toes.

Aylee sheds the last of her clothing and looks up at Nash blushing. She's a bit self-conscious of the fact that the tawny parts of her fur are spotted with white speckles and splotches as her winter coat has just started to come in. In a couple months her fur will be nearly all white except for the black furred points at her paws and the tip of her tail. The insecurity about her looks now sweeps in like a rushing tide as she asks, "Do... do I look okay?" she asks.

Nash won't get caught in the "cute" trap again and says, "More than okay, you're hot!" Though he'd about put that label on any girl that was getting naked in front of him that wasn't either a toddler or an old lady, he actually means it though.

Aylee looks away bashfully again trying to plaster her paws on both her chest and lap at the same time, merely emphasizing her nakedness for the boy in front of her. Then she sees him moving in the corner of her eye and she looks up just as he steps close and puts his paws on her shoulders. Before she can so much as utter a surprise he is awkwardly pressing his muzzle against hers pushing her back onto the bed.

Nash just couldn't hold himself back any longer. It was all too much. The excitement from the day's activities, and then nearly ruining everything with the girl in the hall, then that same girl just showing him her everything. It felt as if he had more hormone than blood in his veins and before he knew it he was on her. Trying to kiss her, though that was a bit awkward with his lack of experience, and moving to push her onto her back so that he could... 

Aylee shifts uncomfortably under the suddenness of the boy's ardor, but as it continues she doesn't fight it despite how nervous she is. Her body trembles beneath him as he clumsily kisses her, but soon they both manage to tilt their heads just so as their muzzles lock. Then she feels him shifting atop of her as they kiss and 'it' presses up against her upper thigh and slides through her fur almost reaching her belly.

"Mmmnf!" he voices his frustration after he moves his hips in an eager need to get himself in the right place. Then to his surprise he feels Aylee's little paws groping and squeezing between and taking hold of him. He breaks the kiss and gazes into her face and eyes. Then he feels it, the blazing warmth at his tip and he moves his hip to push himself into her. 

It goes in just a little and then there is something in the way. Aylee squeaks as she feels it come up against her barrier and she feels a sudden sharp stab of pain as Nash's member bunches up slightly against it and then suddenly with a soft pop he is suddenly sinking deep inside of her stretching her tight nethers to their limits. "Ow!" she cries out softly and then she lets out a gasp as she feels herself being filled and a strange shock of pleasure explodes from her loins mixed with the sore ache that is quickly ebbing away. A trickle of blood mixes with their fluids coating Nash's member and adding to the slickness he feels.

Nash marvels at the warm, wet, velvety sensation surrounding him and the feeling of her squeezing him as he tries to move his hips to grind even deeper. It is as if the sensations from their connection were overwhelming all others as he begins to withdraw and thrust.

"Ow!" she cries out again, "Is it supposed to hurt?" she pleads as with each of his eager thrusts a small lance of pinching pain comes from her loins every time he moves. "Sorry! I can't stop... please... I have to!" he pants out breathily, as he keeps thrusting himself against her. Fortunately the pinching sensation fades and becomes overridden by the strange new ones overtaking her body.

Soon he feels her starting to move with his own, and then... it slips out! There is a gasping and desperate moment to re-engage and then he resumes, slower, more carefully this time. All discomfort between them vanishes as they writhe and move against one another. Their breaths coming out in heated pants and heads swimming with intensity.

Nash feels the pressure building at the base of his member, a familiar almost-ache as his need for release grows and grows and grows. However, he doesn't want it to end so soon, and he mentally battles for it to continue. "You feel so good! Oh... mmnf!" he breaths out.

"I feel so weird! Ooooh!" and then as her body tenses beneath him she lets out a loud squeak and wordless moan. Nash feels a slickening within her and then her body clenches around him, squeezing his member pulsingly. The feel of her climaxing around him and the sound of her voice pushes him over the edge and his own body shudders as his seed explodes from him as he grinds his hips against her small body with one final thrust!

They become locked in a brief but tense moment of clutching and quivering against eachother before they both collapse against the bed as if gravity suddenly doubled its efforts to weigh them down. Alyee mmmnfs, "Crushing... cant breath..." she murmurs and Nash quickly rolls off of her, the sudden sensitivity of his member causing his entire body to twitch a bit as he slips out of her.
 
They lay side-by-side lost in their thoughts for a long moment before Aylee softly breaths, "Wow..." It is all that she can manage in the face of both confusion and the afterglow of the moment. "Yeah... wow..." Nash echoes in reply. Then he glances down and sees the pink stains of blood both on himself and the girl. "Oh shit! Did I hurt you?" he asks feeling a wave of panic rising up his back.

Aylee, "I'm okay. I think... I think it's because it was my first time." she says. Nash's fears start to die away though now he hopes he didn't just make a baby cub or something, while part of his mind is just in jubilant awe that he just lost his virginity!

Despite a desire to get up and get dressed a soporific wave of exhaustion spills over him, and the same comes to the girl next to him as they both turn their heads and gaze into each other's faces. "Thank you..." he says softly his eyes drooping as he feels all his remaining strength draining from him.

Aylee too feels the need for rest overwhelming her. She turns her body to face him and moments later they are both cuddled together atop of the bed fast asleep.

Unseen by either, a faint wisp of smoke drifts from the gap under the locked door to the room...

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Nash awakens from his rest. Stretching he carefully extricates himself from Aylee's arms and gets up from the bed careful not to awaken her. He then grabs a nearby robe and puts it on before walking into the next room. There he draws open the curtains and looks down from the view of the vast sprawling city below. It is twilight, neither dawn nor sunset, and everything is lit in part by soft bluish greys in the shadows, and faint warm amber glows in the places of light. There is no sun in the misty sky, there never is in the Veil, but there is this. The view from their humble place.

Aylee's voice comes from the doorway, "That was a good one," she says stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, well they're always the same, and it was our first time. So it is always good." he says as he turns and faces the love of his afterlife, always she will be the pretty ten year old, and he will always be fifteen. At least they are together though in this place in-between.

Every year, for them, they go through their "Haunting". Where their spirits return to the living world and replay their last day before the fire took them in their sleep. Everyone in the Veil goes through their Haunting differently. Some like them repeat their last moments, others just find themselves wandering a changed world. For some it happens yearly, or even more often than that. For others, ages may go by before they are called back to where they came from. Some even go willingly, to visit their families, unseen by them, to see how they are doing. It is just... how it is.

Sometimes, after they replay their last day, they see the place after it had been restored from the fire. How the community gathered the funds to have the old land mark restored almost back to its former glory. Though it will never quite be the same cozy comfortable place it used to be. Still it is good to see new life there and how their families have moved on able to cope. Nash and Aylee were the only ones lost in the fire, and there is thankfulness there, even if there is also a bit of loneliness.

Once, the old lady who lived there saw them briefly during their Haunt. Her husband had since gone on before her and she nearly joined him in the shock of seeing the two youths in their state of passion before fading from her sight. But then, after her heart stopped racing, and her nerves settled... she had smiled, and she felt a pang of something indescribable as she also knew that some day she would join her own beyond the Veil. It certainly looked like they were having fun over there.

Aylee and Nash hugged each other standing in the window enjoying the view of the vast ever sprawling city below. Their little corner of the Veil, for as long as they wished. Together. Another year will pass, and they will be called once more to their Haunting. To be reminded how they came to be together, and how they first fell in love.