{ "submission_id": "3730404", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "5719", "keyword_name": "abdl", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "17646" }, { "keyword_id": "3935", "keyword_name": "ageplay", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3424" }, { "keyword_id": "678", "keyword_name": "anthro", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "233439" }, { "keyword_id": "303", "keyword_name": "canine", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "200059" }, { "keyword_id": "1512", "keyword_name": "cemetery", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "246" }, { "keyword_id": "79", "keyword_name": "cum", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "200820" }, { "keyword_id": "1579", "keyword_name": "daddy", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4507" }, { "keyword_id": "28", "keyword_name": "diaper", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "82235" }, { "keyword_id": "11914", "keyword_name": "eerie", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "172" }, { "keyword_id": "4869", "keyword_name": "explicit", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "3143" }, { "keyword_id": "23626", "keyword_name": "facefuck", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1043" }, { "keyword_id": "62", "keyword_name": "feline", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "157336" }, { "keyword_id": "4242", "keyword_name": "fog", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "696" }, { "keyword_id": "1511", "keyword_name": "graveyard", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "682" }, { "keyword_id": "1185", "keyword_name": "halloween", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "23074" }, { "keyword_id": "13884", "keyword_name": "kink", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1531" }, { "keyword_id": "206037", "keyword_name": "littlespace", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "118" }, { "keyword_id": "942", "keyword_name": "m/m", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "52321" }, { "keyword_id": "184", "keyword_name": "moon", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7646" }, { "keyword_id": "416", "keyword_name": "oral", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "69982" }, { "keyword_id": "10955", "keyword_name": "regression", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2091" }, { "keyword_id": "3769", "keyword_name": "smoking", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "6170" }, { "keyword_id": "4760", "keyword_name": "spooky", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2773" }, { "keyword_id": "948", "keyword_name": "story", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "14716" }, { "keyword_id": "6647", "keyword_name": "swallowing", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2528" }, { "keyword_id": "1544", "keyword_name": "weed", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "2425" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "0", "create_datetime": "2025-10-18 01:09:02.405136+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "18 Oct 2025 03:09 CEST", "last_file_update_datetime": "2025-10-18 01:06:23.112175+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "18 Oct 2025 03:06 CEST", "username": "SussyInu", "user_id": "1252138", "user_icon_file_name": null, "user_icon_url_large": null, "user_icon_url_medium": null, "user_icon_url_small": null, "file_name": "5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "files": [ { "file_id": "5759837", "file_name": "5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/5759/5759837_SussyInu_foggy_grave_whines_daddy_s_spooky_little_pup.txt", "mimetype": "text/plain", "submission_id": "3730404", "user_id": "1252138", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "b313bbf5732925b3b864e9a8557430a1", "full_file_md5": "b313bbf5732925b3b864e9a8557430a1", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2025-10-18 01:06:23.112175+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "18 Oct 2025 03:06 CEST" } ], "pools": [], "description": "ï»żDiapered cuddles by the crypts? Check. A Daddy's firm grip chasin' the spooks? Oh yeah. But when the shadows whisper good boy, things get deliciously depraved...\n(Spooky ABDL regression with a side of cemetery sin. M/M, explicit. Happy hauntin'~ 🩇🍁)\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "ï»żDiapered cuddles by the crypts? Check. A Daddy's firm grip chasin' the spooks? Oh yeah. But when the shadows whisper good boy, things get deliciously depraved...
(Spooky ABDL regression with a side of cemetery sin. M/M, explicit. Happy hauntin'~ 🩇🍁)
", "writing": "The wind clawed through the cemetery like it had teeth, rattling the bare branches overhead into a sound that resembled old bones knocking together. October 13th, full moon hanging low and bloated, turning the headstones into jagged teeth gnashing at the sky. Rusty picked his way along the overgrown paths, boots crunching dead leaves that stuck to his paws like wet regrets. He'd ditched the city lights for this—some dumb urge to feel the chill seep into his sable-and-tan fur, to chase that prickly buzz down his spine where fear and thrill blurred into one. But now? Green-tipped ears pinned flat, tail tucked so tight it ached, his ratty black cloak clutched in white-knuckled paws like a security blanket. Every shadow loomed too big, every gust whispering *come play, little pup* in voices that weren't the wind. \"S-stupid idea,\" he whimpered to himself, lantern trembling in his grip, light jittering over cracked marble angels with empty eye sockets staring right through him. He wanted Chuck—big, warm Chuck—right then, to scoop him up and make the spooky go away.\n\n\nA low, throaty laugh slithered out from the murk ahead, freezing him mid-step. Rusty yelped, high and puppylike, lantern swinging wild as he stumbled back against a tilting grave marker. \"Wh-who's... p-please, who's there?\" His voice cracked, small and shaky, paws fumbling to hide behind the cloak like it could swallow him whole. Heart hammering like tiny paws on a drum, he squeezed his eyes shut, tail curling between his legs—*don't be a baby, Rusty, don't*—but the fog pressed in, thick and clammy, tasting like iron and old dirt.\n\n\nThen Chuck stepped from behind a sagging crypt, all sleek black fur and those red eyes cutting through the haze like fresh blood on snow. No costume bullshit—just him, shirt half-unbuttoned to show off the white markings slashed with crimson spots, pants slung low on his hips like he owned the damn underworld. The panther's tail lashed slowly, deliberately, and in his paw, a joint smoldered, cherry glowing hell-red against the night. \"Hey there, little spook,\" he rumbled, voice gravel and smoke, soft at the edges like he knew exactly how frayed Rusty's nerves were. He stepped close, cedar heat punching through the rot-stink of damp earth, one massive paw reaching out slow—telegraphing every inch so the pup wouldn't bolt. \"It's just me, cub. Your big bad panther, come to chase the shadows off.\"\n\n\nRusty peeked from under his cloak, ears twitching up just a fraction, but his breath hitched all whiny and relieved when those red eyes crinkled warm. \"Ch-Chuck?\" He lunged forward without thinking, burying his face in the panther's chest fur, paws clutching shirt and cloak like lifelines. \"It was s-scary... the wind sounds like ghosts laughin' at me, an' the fog's grabby, an' I—I didn't mean to come alone, Daddy, I just...\" The words tumbled out little and lispy, regression hitting hard in the haze of spook, his whole body going small and trembly against Chuck's solid frame. Tail unkinked a smidge, wagging tentative thumps against the panther's leg, nuzzling deeper for that grounding smoke-and-cedar whiff that always said *safe*.\n\n\nChuck's chuckle vibrated through him like a purr, big paws wrapping around Rusty's back—one stroking slowly down his spine, claws tickling just enough to raise goosefur, the other cupping his nape to hold him close. \"Aw, my brave little pup, out hauntin' all by his lonesome? Daddy's gotcha now—no more big scary fog.\" He pressed a muzzle-kiss to the top of Rusty's head, fangs grazing an ear gently. Took a slow drag from the joint, smoke curling lazily from his nostrils, then tilted the shepherd's chin up with a thumb. \"C'mere, cub. Breathe with me—Midnight Fog, remember? Makes the ghosts all fuzzy and far away.\"\n\n\nRusty nodded quickly, eyes wide and trusting, parting his muzzle for the shotgun like it was holy water. Chuck sealed it softly this time—muzzles brushing tender, smoke pouring warm and sweet down his throat, tongues just a whisper of touch. Rusty whined softly into it, paws kneading Chuck's shirt as the herbal haze bloomed in his chest, softening the cemetery's claws. The shadows blurred to playful wisps, the wind's howls turning to distant lullabies. He pulled back, coughing a tiny *ack*, but giggling now, passing the joint with shaky paws. \"S'better... but still spooky. Hold me tighter?\" Another drag for him, smaller pull, but it sank deep, turning his trembles to cozy wiggles.\n\n\n\"Always, baby boy.\" Chuck scooped him up easily—Rusty going all limp and little in those arms, legs dangling, cloak trailing like a puppy's cape—as he backed them to a low tomb, settling with the shepherd tucked safe in his lap. The stone bit cold through fabric, but Chuck's warmth chased it off, paws roaming soothing: one rubbing circles on Rusty's belly under the shirt, thumb dipping playful into his waistband; the other passing the joint back and forth, shared drags turning to breathy giggles at nothing—the moon looking like a big cheese wheel, a headstone's engraving reading like a knock-knock joke. \"See? Daddy's got the bad away. Now... who's my little haunt want to play with?\"\n\n\nRusty squirmed, cheeks hot under fur, but the spook had cracked him open sweet—cock stirring half-hard against his pants from the haze and the praise, tail thumping eager. \"You, Daddy... make it feel good? P-please?\" Whine pitched high, paws batting at Chuck's chest all needy-puppy, hips rocking instinctively into that teasing thumb.\n\n\nChuck's eyes darkened hungry, but his touch stayed gentle-until it wasn't—zipping Rusty's fly slow, fishing out that twitching length to the chill air. \"Such a good boy, askin' so sweet.\" Stroked lazy at first, base to tip, smearing the quick bead of pre with a pad that made Rusty mewl and arch, little claws scrabbling. The weed sharpened it all—every drag electric, wind's whispers now cheering them on like naughty spirits. \"That's it, cub—cum for Daddy, let the fog see how pretty you shatter.\"\n\n\nRusty did, with a squeaky yelp that echoed softly off the stones—spilling messily over that black-furred paw, hot pulses leaving him gasping, curled tight in Chuck's lap like a spent kitten. \"D-Daddy... oh...\" Whimpers trailed off to hiccuppy breaths, nuzzling for more pets, the high making his head all fluffy and safe.\n\n\nBut Chuck hummed low, unsatisfied rumble building, bulge throbbing hot against Rusty's thigh. He wiped his paw carelessly on the cloak—marking it *ours*—then rummaged his satchel, pulling the crinkly diaper with a flourish. Plain white, but those faint raven-wing prints caught the moon's eerie, fluttering like they might take wing. \"Look what Daddy found, pup—tucked in a hollow tree, just waitin' for his messy little boy. Gonna bundle you up cozy, keep the chill an' the sticky all locked away.\"\n\n\nRusty's ears splayed, blush flaming deep, but he didn't fuss—too little, too trusting, lifting his hips with a shy wiggle when Chuck slid it under. \"F-for me? S'kinda babyish... but... warm?\" Powder dusted light, clove-spice chasing the graveyard reek, tapes ripping snug to hug him full and secure. The crinkle hit loud when he shifted, echoing cheek-reddening, but Chuck's *good boy* purr made it twist hot in his belly, cock giving a soft twitch against the padding.\n\n\n\"Perfect for my spooky cub.\" Chuck hauled him closer, Rusty straddling properly now, diaper squishing faint and new against the panther's thigh. Another shared drag—smoke ghosting between bared fangs, muzzles nipping playful—and paws kneaded the padded rear, grinding encouraging. But the night hungered too; Chuck pawed his own fly open, thick cock springing heavy and veined, tip glistening like forbidden dew. \"Kneel for Daddy now, baby. Time to nurse—open that pretty muzzle.\"\n\n\nRusty slid down wobbly-kneed to the moss—damp and squelchy, fog coiling 'round his ankles like curious snakes—but Chuck's paw in his mane guided sure, muzzle parting eager around that hot girth. Whined *mmph* as it pushed deep, salty musk flooding his senses, but he suckled tentatively at first—all little laps and hollowed cheeks—paws hugging Chuck's thighs like teddy legs. The panther didn't hold back long; hips snapped forward, fucking his face with a rhythm that stretched his jaws, gagging whines bubbling 'round the base. \"Fuck—good pup, take Daddy deep, just like that.\" Claws pricked his scalp loving-rough, tears pricking green eyes, but Rusty hollowed harder, slurping messy, the haze turning the burn to dizzy bliss—*Daddy's, all Daddy's*.\n\n\nWind screamed banshee-loud, leaves skittering like fleeing imps, but Rusty moaned 'round the battering length, throat working greedily as Chuck's growls ragged out. Buried deep with a snarl—flooding thick, bitter spurts straight down, Rusty gulping frantic, some dribbling warm down his chin like naughty tears. Pulled out slow, smearing the last over parted lips; Rusty lapped it clean with a dazed tongue-swipe, eyes all glassy and proud. \"Did good, Daddy?\"\n\n\n\"Best boy.\" Chuck scooped him up, crashing close on the tomb—diapered pup bundled in his lap, cloaks tangling like winding sheets, paws stroking everywhere: padded rear squeezes, back-rubs, cum-smeared muzzle nuzzled clean with tender licks. \"Daddy's perfect little ghost—no more spooks, just us.\" Fog swallowed the lantern's glow, howls fading to soft murmurs, but curled there—warm, wrecked, little whines melting to content sighs—the night felt less like a grave and more like a cradle, spooky edges all tucked in safe.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The wind clawed through the cemetery like it had teeth, rattling the bare branches overhead into a sound that resembled old bones knocking together. October 13th, full moon hanging low and bloated, turning the headstones into jagged teeth gnashing at the sky. Rusty picked his way along the overgrown paths, boots crunching dead leaves that stuck to his paws like wet regrets. He'd ditched the city lights for this—some dumb urge to feel the chill seep into his sable-and-tan fur, to chase that prickly buzz down his spine where fear and thrill blurred into one. But now? Green-tipped ears pinned flat, tail tucked so tight it ached, his ratty black cloak clutched in white-knuckled paws like a security blanket. Every shadow loomed too big, every gust whispering *come play, little pup* in voices that weren't the wind. "S-stupid idea," he whimpered to himself, lantern trembling in his grip, light jittering over cracked marble angels with empty eye sockets staring right through him. He wanted Chuck—big, warm Chuck—right then, to scoop him up and make the spooky go away.


A low, throaty laugh slithered out from the murk ahead, freezing him mid-step. Rusty yelped, high and puppylike, lantern swinging wild as he stumbled back against a tilting grave marker. "Wh-who's... p-please, who's there?" His voice cracked, small and shaky, paws fumbling to hide behind the cloak like it could swallow him whole. Heart hammering like tiny paws on a drum, he squeezed his eyes shut, tail curling between his legs—*don't be a baby, Rusty, don't*—but the fog pressed in, thick and clammy, tasting like iron and old dirt.


Then Chuck stepped from behind a sagging crypt, all sleek black fur and those red eyes cutting through the haze like fresh blood on snow. No costume bullshit—just him, shirt half-unbuttoned to show off the white markings slashed with crimson spots, pants slung low on his hips like he owned the damn underworld. The panther's tail lashed slowly, deliberately, and in his paw, a joint smoldered, cherry glowing hell-red against the night. "Hey there, little spook," he rumbled, voice gravel and smoke, soft at the edges like he knew exactly how frayed Rusty's nerves were. He stepped close, cedar heat punching through the rot-stink of damp earth, one massive paw reaching out slow—telegraphing every inch so the pup wouldn't bolt. "It's just me, cub. Your big bad panther, come to chase the shadows off."


Rusty peeked from under his cloak, ears twitching up just a fraction, but his breath hitched all whiny and relieved when those red eyes crinkled warm. "Ch-Chuck?" He lunged forward without thinking, burying his face in the panther's chest fur, paws clutching shirt and cloak like lifelines. "It was s-scary... the wind sounds like ghosts laughin' at me, an' the fog's grabby, an' I—I didn't mean to come alone, Daddy, I just..." The words tumbled out little and lispy, regression hitting hard in the haze of spook, his whole body going small and trembly against Chuck's solid frame. Tail unkinked a smidge, wagging tentative thumps against the panther's leg, nuzzling deeper for that grounding smoke-and-cedar whiff that always said *safe*.


Chuck's chuckle vibrated through him like a purr, big paws wrapping around Rusty's back—one stroking slowly down his spine, claws tickling just enough to raise goosefur, the other cupping his nape to hold him close. "Aw, my brave little pup, out hauntin' all by his lonesome? Daddy's gotcha now—no more big scary fog." He pressed a muzzle-kiss to the top of Rusty's head, fangs grazing an ear gently. Took a slow drag from the joint, smoke curling lazily from his nostrils, then tilted the shepherd's chin up with a thumb. "C'mere, cub. Breathe with me—Midnight Fog, remember? Makes the ghosts all fuzzy and far away."


Rusty nodded quickly, eyes wide and trusting, parting his muzzle for the shotgun like it was holy water. Chuck sealed it softly this time—muzzles brushing tender, smoke pouring warm and sweet down his throat, tongues just a whisper of touch. Rusty whined softly into it, paws kneading Chuck's shirt as the herbal haze bloomed in his chest, softening the cemetery's claws. The shadows blurred to playful wisps, the wind's howls turning to distant lullabies. He pulled back, coughing a tiny *ack*, but giggling now, passing the joint with shaky paws. "S'better... but still spooky. Hold me tighter?" Another drag for him, smaller pull, but it sank deep, turning his trembles to cozy wiggles.


"Always, baby boy." Chuck scooped him up easily—Rusty going all limp and little in those arms, legs dangling, cloak trailing like a puppy's cape—as he backed them to a low tomb, settling with the shepherd tucked safe in his lap. The stone bit cold through fabric, but Chuck's warmth chased it off, paws roaming soothing: one rubbing circles on Rusty's belly under the shirt, thumb dipping playful into his waistband; the other passing the joint back and forth, shared drags turning to breathy giggles at nothing—the moon looking like a big cheese wheel, a headstone's engraving reading like a knock-knock joke. "See? Daddy's got the bad away. Now... who's my little haunt want to play with?"


Rusty squirmed, cheeks hot under fur, but the spook had cracked him open sweet—cock stirring half-hard against his pants from the haze and the praise, tail thumping eager. "You, Daddy... make it feel good? P-please?" Whine pitched high, paws batting at Chuck's chest all needy-puppy, hips rocking instinctively into that teasing thumb.


Chuck's eyes darkened hungry, but his touch stayed gentle-until it wasn't—zipping Rusty's fly slow, fishing out that twitching length to the chill air. "Such a good boy, askin' so sweet." Stroked lazy at first, base to tip, smearing the quick bead of pre with a pad that made Rusty mewl and arch, little claws scrabbling. The weed sharpened it all—every drag electric, wind's whispers now cheering them on like naughty spirits. "That's it, cub—cum for Daddy, let the fog see how pretty you shatter."


Rusty did, with a squeaky yelp that echoed softly off the stones—spilling messily over that black-furred paw, hot pulses leaving him gasping, curled tight in Chuck's lap like a spent kitten. "D-Daddy... oh..." Whimpers trailed off to hiccuppy breaths, nuzzling for more pets, the high making his head all fluffy and safe.


But Chuck hummed low, unsatisfied rumble building, bulge throbbing hot against Rusty's thigh. He wiped his paw carelessly on the cloak—marking it *ours*—then rummaged his satchel, pulling the crinkly diaper with a flourish. Plain white, but those faint raven-wing prints caught the moon's eerie, fluttering like they might take wing. "Look what Daddy found, pup—tucked in a hollow tree, just waitin' for his messy little boy. Gonna bundle you up cozy, keep the chill an' the sticky all locked away."


Rusty's ears splayed, blush flaming deep, but he didn't fuss—too little, too trusting, lifting his hips with a shy wiggle when Chuck slid it under. "F-for me? S'kinda babyish... but... warm?" Powder dusted light, clove-spice chasing the graveyard reek, tapes ripping snug to hug him full and secure. The crinkle hit loud when he shifted, echoing cheek-reddening, but Chuck's *good boy* purr made it twist hot in his belly, cock giving a soft twitch against the padding.


"Perfect for my spooky cub." Chuck hauled him closer, Rusty straddling properly now, diaper squishing faint and new against the panther's thigh. Another shared drag—smoke ghosting between bared fangs, muzzles nipping playful—and paws kneaded the padded rear, grinding encouraging. But the night hungered too; Chuck pawed his own fly open, thick cock springing heavy and veined, tip glistening like forbidden dew. "Kneel for Daddy now, baby. Time to nurse—open that pretty muzzle."


Rusty slid down wobbly-kneed to the moss—damp and squelchy, fog coiling 'round his ankles like curious snakes—but Chuck's paw in his mane guided sure, muzzle parting eager around that hot girth. Whined *mmph* as it pushed deep, salty musk flooding his senses, but he suckled tentatively at first—all little laps and hollowed cheeks—paws hugging Chuck's thighs like teddy legs. The panther didn't hold back long; hips snapped forward, fucking his face with a rhythm that stretched his jaws, gagging whines bubbling 'round the base. "Fuck—good pup, take Daddy deep, just like that." Claws pricked his scalp loving-rough, tears pricking green eyes, but Rusty hollowed harder, slurping messy, the haze turning the burn to dizzy bliss—*Daddy's, all Daddy's*.


Wind screamed banshee-loud, leaves skittering like fleeing imps, but Rusty moaned 'round the battering length, throat working greedily as Chuck's growls ragged out. Buried deep with a snarl—flooding thick, bitter spurts straight down, Rusty gulping frantic, some dribbling warm down his chin like naughty tears. Pulled out slow, smearing the last over parted lips; Rusty lapped it clean with a dazed tongue-swipe, eyes all glassy and proud. "Did good, Daddy?"


"Best boy." Chuck scooped him up, crashing close on the tomb—diapered pup bundled in his lap, cloaks tangling like winding sheets, paws stroking everywhere: padded rear squeezes, back-rubs, cum-smeared muzzle nuzzled clean with tender licks. "Daddy's perfect little ghost—no more spooks, just us." Fog swallowed the lantern's glow, howls fading to soft murmurs, but curled there—warm, wrecked, little whines melting to content sighs—the night felt less like a grave and more like a cradle, spooky edges all tucked in safe.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Foggy Grave Whines: Daddy's Spooky Little Pup", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "6" }