Lucky Thirteenth Birthday

Mikey splashed some cold water from the bathroom sink on his face to wake himself up. Oh how he really hated mornings. After being certain that he could keep his eyes open the wolf teen dried his grey face and slender body. He sleepily stared in the mirror a few moments and then started slumping downstairs for breakfast.

”Mikey?” His father's voice came from the kitchen. ”Happy thirteenth birthday, boy! It's your lucky day today!”

Mikey peered through the door to the kitchen. His father was putting the dishes away after having finished his breakfast.

Michael Sr. looked over his shoulder and saw the sleepy boy at the door wearing only boxers, his morning wood still visible. With a grin he continued, ”Your present's in the basement. I'll be there in just a minute.”

”Basement?” Mikey thought puzzled. He was usually forbidden to go there. He wondered what it could be and started to absentmindedly wander towards the basement stairs. After a few steps he had an afterthought and shouted thanks back to his dad.

The basement was dark and he was still puzzled when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Then he turned the light switch on and looked at the center of the room with even more puzzlement.

In the center on a chair was a completely naked tabby cat boy with matted fur about his age, tied up and gagged. He struggled a bit when the light came on, but couldn't move much. Next to the tabby was a small table with some pieces of rope, a roll of plastic wrap and a large knife.

Mikey was still staring stupified when suddenly his father voice was right behind him. ”I saw some pictures on your computer the other day...”

A giant ”OH SHI--” flashed through Mikey's head as adrenalin pumped through his body with both the scare and as he realized what his father just said. He must have found the pictures he had secreted away from SnuffAffinity!

”...and I must say I'm really proud of you, my son! You're a real wolf.” the voice behind him continued.

”Wait, what?” Mikey's fright turned back into puzzlement as he tried to figure out what was up.

Mikey turned to look at his father who put his large grey paw on his shoulder. ”When I was about your age, my father gave me my first fur to snuff, so here's my present for you: a kitty cat for you to abuse and snuff like a real wolf.”

Both the tabby's and Mikey's eyes became wide, the cat's out of fear and Mikey's as he realized the mistake his father had made and desperately tried to think of a way out of this... ”Ah... Um, you see...” he began nervously.

His father smiled reassuringly, ”Now, now, there's no need to be worried. He's a stray, no one's goign to miss him.”

Mikey looked at the tabby and then back to his father. ”No, uh, that's... uh, not it.” he stammered. He finally looked down on the floor sheepishly and quietly said, ”You see, I always imaged being the victim...”
”WHAT?” His father's smile turned to anger in an instant.

The little wolf boy suddenly felt very small next to his large, muscular father. ”I uh... victim.” He tried to repeat what he said, but couldn't. Then he felt his father's open hand slap him hard in the face and he staggered back.

His father boomed, ”I heard you! I didn't raise a fucking SHEEP!” 

He then brought his hand down again on Mikey's face, knocking him down on the floor. A bit of blood trickled from the boy's nose.

Michael looked down with contempt as Mikey tried to gather himself. ”Now get up and be a MAN!” Then with his hand around Mikey's throat, half strangling him, he lifted him back up to, and even off his feet.

Mikey was trying to blink back tears. ”No, please...” He tried to grab his father's hand, but couldn't budge it.

His father squeezed harder and Mikey made a choked up noise and tried to struggle off. But then, Michael glanced at the tabby who was still tied in the chair. The cat had become hard while watching the father abuse his son.

The tabby tried to hide his erection when he noticed that Michael was looking at him, but couldn't with the ropes securely keeping him in place.

”Well, well. Maybe there is a man here after all.” Michael said with a predatory grin. He threw down Mikey to the floor in front of the cat and said, ”Would you like to snuff my worthless son?”

The tabby blushed under his fur, but then nodded half nervously half trying to be confident.

Michael grabbed the knife from the table and then walked behind the chair. With one swift slice he cut through the ropes binding the cat's upper body. ”Then have at it. End that sheep.”

Mikey couldn't believe what he was hearing as he shakily gathered himself on the floor. He was now openly crying. His own father wanted this cat to murder him. When Mikey finally had managed to clear his eyes enough to see and he looked up, the tabby had already untied the rest of himself and was right upon him.

The grinning cat moved with feline swiftness and Mikey felt a string of rope looping around his neck. He was then jerked up to a kneeling position by his throat as the cat positioned himself behind him. With one hand he kept the string around Mikey's throat tight and with the other he dropped the boxers off his bottom.

Mikey was trying to feebly pull the pressure of the rope on his neck and was completely unprepared when the cat suddenly rammed his barbed feline cock hard into his ass with no regard to his wellness. Mikey tried to clinch himself, but couldn't keep the cat and pain away from his rear.

Once he was sure he could stay in, despite Mikey's struggles, the cat then started to pull the string with both of his hands. Mikey made a few strangled sobs and then found he couldn't breathe anymore.

Tears dropped down Mikey's cheeks with the pain and emotions running through him. He looked at his father for help, but he had settled down on the chair and was stroking his own cock while watching his son get brutally murdered. Then Mikey was betrayed by his own body. 

He had dreamt of this many times, being raped and snuffed, now that it was happening his body responded with pleasure. He had become hard, harder than he had ever was with the asphyxiation setting him. His head and cock both throbbed with packing blood in rythm with the harsh thrusts in his rear.

Mikey had given up and stopped struggling as was just passively receiving his fate. The pain had turned into kind of pleasure as he became more and more light headed. His cock swelled with each thrust. Blinking away the tears he thought that maybe his father was right. Maybe he was a sheep in wolf's clothes and it was for the best that he should die today.

He let the cat take him, and then before the darkness claimed him, his cock exploded with the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He blissfully drifted into death.

The cat felt Mikey's body shudder and go limp and with that sign of his mind passing, he came into the boy's rear. Anoiting him with his cum. He held himself in until his orgasm had passed. Then, casually, he pulled the wolf boy up with the rope so that he was almost sitting. He gave a light kiss on his cheek and then strongly pulled his head to the side, snapping the wolf boy's neck to make sure he was dead.

The tabby sat next to the wall, smiling and spent.

Michael had stopped stroking himself and now that the cat was through, he pulled the corpse of his son roughly by hair up to his groin level. As he opened the boy's maw, his swolled puple tongue lolled out. He pulled hard and thrust himself down the dead boy's throat a few times before howling in triumph as he emptied his seed down the dead gullet.

He finally pushed the boy off and with a thud the corpse landed on the floor on its back. A messy white spot was visible on the front side of his half drawn boxers.

The father looked in contempt. ”Fuck, the pathetic snuff slut actually came.” He kicked the corpse once for a good measure and then turned to the tabby cat. ”So, little wolf, how would you like to be my new son?”