THE CUB SNATCHER: PART 2 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ============================== The cellar door swung open. Three teenagers came out screaming and crying. They did not stop - they did not turn around. They just took off and kept running. Snot and tears went flying through the air as Wayne tripped on the lawn and brought Dean down with him. They were cussing as they scrambled back to their feet, and shouting as they booked it down the road. Camry hadn’t even bothered to wait for them - she was already gone, sprinting back to her house with her tail swinging behind her. Dean was halfway to his mother’s house when he finally stopped to catch his breath. And as Wayne came up behind him, bandages wet with snot and tears, the realization hit Dean like a truck. “Wait. Where’s Heather?” ============================== One night. Alone with me. Our little secret. Do we have a deal? The words echoed in Heather’s mind as she watched her brother and his friends flee the house. She looked out onto the road from the bedroom, and saw that the streets were empty. She was supposed to be home an hour ago. Instead, she was in a grown man’s bed. And now that she knew that her brother was safe, she was somewhat relieved. All that remained, then, was the matter of what would happen to her. She remembered how the pumpkin-headed man descended upon her - she was certain, in the moment his cloak enveloped her, that she would die. And then she was hauled, kicking and screaming, through the front door and into the darkness of Mr. Crane’s house. A fully-furnished home, and yet her screaming went completely unheard. Neither Mr. Crane nor his family were anywhere to be found. It soon became clear that the house was empty - save for her, and this man that had snatched her off the sidewalk. “PLEASE!! PLEASE, DON’T HURT MY BROTHER!!” She remembered how that stopped him in his tracks. How his pumpkin head swiveled on its shoulders. She hadn’t really expected him to listen to a word she said - it was just a desperate plea, thrown out before she met her inevitable death. But now she had proof that he understood - proof that he might listen to reason. So, she said what came naturally to her. “D-do….do whatever you want to me!! I’ll…I’ll be a good…good girl! Just…l-let me brother go, please!!” He grabbed her by the armpits and hoisted her up until her back was pressed to the wall in the foyer. Her legs dangled uselessly in the air - even as she tried to push off the wall with her feet, it was no use. He had her pinned to the wall. And then he said those words - the ones that made her shiver. One night. Alone with me. Our little secret. Do we have a deal? That was how Heather ended up in the master bedroom. That was how Dean and his friends were cut loose. And if that was the result of their deal, then so be it. As mean as Dean was - as insensitive and cruel of a brother as he had been - she loved him very dearly. She could not, in any good conscience, leave her big brother down in that cellar. Not when she had something that the pumpkin man wanted - something she could use as leverage to secure Dean’s freedom. But what was it that he wanted from her? She could only guess. But she was old enough to know, by the way he looked at her, that his intentions were not pure. He was going to take something from her. The door swung open. His shape in the doorway, wreathed in darkness. The kitten sat on the edge of the mattress, shivering with fear. His form was even less distinct in the shadows of the house. His grin, much deeper and darker than she thought could ever be possible. Her mind was playing tricks on her - she knew it was only a pumpkin. But she couldn’t help but feel that the thing was smiling wider and wider. Are you frightened? She nodded slowly. There was no denying the terror that gripped her little body. She was purring nervously in an attempt to soothe herself. And the more he stared at her, the more unsettled she became - and the louder she purred. She feared that her heart might pop like a balloon. He stepped, little by little, towards the mattress. He did not seem to be in any rush. It was as though he was just there to admire her, the way one looks at a piece of art. Clothes on the floor. Heather's blood ran cold. She scooted backwards and hugged her knees. “Why?” Do what you are told or I’ll throw you in the cellar. The paper mache abdomen and plastic fangs went onto the floor. The fake extra arms, the leggings - all of it soon lay in a heap on the carpet. But she kept her panties. Surely, she thought, Surely he doesn’t want me to take my panties off… And, at least at first, it seemed that she was right. For a while he was content just to look - to gawk at her bare belly and her naked, budding breasts. All those little pink nipples, completely erect. Was it cold in the house? No, it was…something else. Something that Heather didn’t recognize. He walked from one side of the bed to the other. The pumpkin turned to stare at her no matter where he stood. She wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide from his gaze, but she feared that would upset him. At that point she wasn’t certain what exactly he was planning to do. There was a sound that came from inside the pumpkin - the sound of hot, heavy panting. It got louder and more rapid the more that he looked at her. “Whuh….what are you…gonna do to me?” An arm came out from under the cloak - one with a gray canine paw at the end of it. He reached out to cradle her face, slowly stroking her fuzzy little cheek. He did this for a good five minutes. Stroking her cheek, behind her ears, and underneath her chin. Slowly, her nervous purrs became purrs of contentment. And though she was still wary of him, the situation wasn’t quite the same after five minutes of petting. It wasn’t long before she was pushing her head into his enormous paw. Maybe this is all he wants, thought Heather. Maybe he just wants to snuggle? I can…I can snuggle! I like to snuggle. But then the man’s paws went down. Down, down, down. He moved his paws down to her belly and groped at each undeveloped teat, working his way back up the line. As he slid his paws up either side of her midriff, his claws wandered dangerously close to her nipples. Heather began to blush. Those were still growing. And they were unbelievably sensitive. But it seemed that he knew that, the way he was handling them. In fact as the pumpkin-headed man continued to grope his way up and down Heather’s torso, the little kitten couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing. She looked up at him and took a deep, shaky breath. What - or who - was hiding inside that gourd? She was having trouble thinking about it. In fact she hadn’t had a moment to think straight ever since she got snatched up off the sidewalk. And it seemed that she wouldn’t get the chance any time soon, with the way this man was fondling her. She let out a whimper, and then a sweet little moan. Something was happening in her tummy - and it wasn’t fear. In fact she would say that fear made her body’s reaction all the more difficult to understand. She was absolutely terrified of this man standing before her, and yet as his paws wandered down to her hips… Something ignited inside, like a candle in the bowels of a jack-o-lantern. Something flickering inside the both of them. Heather saw something glistening in the shadow of that smile. She started to scoot backwards across the mattress, in an attempt to clear his path as he crawled onto the bed. But she only made it halfway to the headboard before he reached out and grabbed her by the ankles. She squeaked as she was pulled right underneath him. The cloak draped over her body, and she was plunged into darkness. All she could see was him - the monstrous figure leaning over her. He slid his paws up along each little leg, travelling from her ankles to her naked hips. And he lingered there on her pelvis for a while, squeezing just hard enough to make her whimper. And then, back up. Up, over the hard little nipples on her belly. This time, he touched them directly, gently stroking each one with his thumbs. And she wasn’t prepared for the way that his touch made her back arch. “O-Oh…hah…? M-mister Pumpkin….” Arms over your head. She obeyed like she was being pulled by strings. She reached so high above her head that her little paws nearly touched the headboard. A single digit pressed to her stomach went gliding down underneath her waistband. The tip of his claw hooked her panties and pierced right through the fabric. And then, slowly, he pulled them off her legs. What is he doing? What is he doing? What is he doing? What is he doing? Heather’s face was hot. She shivered so hard that her teeth chattered. But it wasn’t even remotely cold in that house. That left two possible explanations: Either she was absolutely terrified, or she was… Excited. Though, as she looked back up into the pumpkin’s smile, she realized… It may have been both. He pulled her labia open with his claws. Her private place, spread open by a haunting stranger. One finger slid into the gap - Heather was horrified by how easily it slipped inside. And the sound that her underage cunt made as it went in made it obvious that she was unbelievably wet. Her little toes clenched as she felt him grip her by the crotch. He was exploring down there. Curling his fingers up into her belly, just to see her slow descent into tormented pleasure. With every slow pump into her underage body, the sensation threatened to consume her. “Hahh…Ha…? O-oh, please, that…a-ahn…That feels…oh, I can’t…” He pulled her legs open with his free hand. She couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to - and she wasn’t certain that she wanted to. Then he stuck another finger inside. “O-OH! Oh, Mister…Mister Pumpkin, please!!” Begging him to stop, or begging him for more? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Whatever happened to her was out of her control - that, at least, she knew for certain. He pumped her pussy for a few minutes. Two fingers curled inside her was enough to turn Heather into a drooling mess - now, he was stretching her out, testing the limits of what he could do to her little body. She felt him spreading his digits inside, sweeping them gently along the walls of her pussy. Never in her life had she been touched in such a way, and she was shaking with ecstasy - it was all a little too much. But, for the towering stranger, it wasn’t enough. He yanked his fingers out of her and gave her a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and her tail flicked frantically against the mattress. What is he going to do to me? I know he’s not done with me. I know he’s going to do something. Please, just do it…don’t make me sit here and wait for it… The longer she waited for his next move, the more little cub fluids leaked onto his bed. And her scent eventually made its way into the pumpkin, and into the stranger’s nose. The pumpkin man opened up his cloak. He was completely naked beneath. And between his legs was a fat, swollen red cock. Even in total darkness, Heather could see it - even worse, she could smell it. It was a scent that was completely foreign to her, and a shape that she did not understand. Fear set in again as he laid his penis onto her stomach. Seven inches, counting the knot. “M-Mister Pumpkin…” The pumpkin slapped his cock against Heather’s belly. “Are…are you going to put that…inside me?” He paused to look at her. Are you frightened? She nodded slowly. Fear glistened in her eyes - she looked like she was about to cry. There was a long moment of silence between the two of them. Only then did Heather notice the rain rattling on the window. Outside, the wind was singing. Her ears swiveled to listen, and for a moment, she became distracted by the sound of a distant thunderclap. When she looked back at him… He was pulling the pumpkin off his head. He let it drop to the floor. It rolled across the carpet. And there were two big, sad eyes looking down at her through his glasses. Mr. Crane? She felt a swarm of sick butterflies threatening to come spilling out of her every orifice. Everything that had been done to her up to this point had a new meaning, now that she knew who he was. And, in hindsight, she was embarrassed that she hadn’t realized it sooner. “Is this…is this because I kissed you?” The biology teacher leaned over her and put his paws on her face. “No, I’ve wanted to do this long before that…” She could feel herself blushing. She could also feel anxious tremors travelling up and down her spine. How long, exactly? I always sort of had a crush on him, but… I never thought he would feel the same… And now that she could look directly into Mr. Crane’s eyes, she could see how hungry he was. No one had ever looked at her that way. Was that what love looked like? That frightening stare, the likes of which you find only in the eyes of a starving dog? Did he really need her so badly that he had to snatch her up and take her to his bedroom? “Where is your wife?” She whispered. “You used to talk about her a lot…where are your kids?” A flash of light pierced the window shades. For a split second, Mr. Crane’s face was illuminated by lightning. And then, the booming of thunder shook the house. Heather clutched her arms and curled up slightly. Have I said too much? “They’re gone,” answered Mr. Crane. “It’s not something a kid your age should have to know about…” Heather’s heart sank into her stomach. Suddenly she was filled with sadness - sadness that overcame fear and confusion. “I’m…I’m sorry…” “Don’t be,” he sighed. “It’s…not your fault.” The science teacher took another deep breath. The hunger in his eyes was fading away. Now there was….nothing. Nothing in his eyes at all, as though he were dead. He used to talk about his wife so often…always gushing over her. I always wanted to meet her, she sounded like such a nice woman…and I don’t think I ever got the chance to meet his kids. Is that why he left the middle school? Is that why the house is empty? Why he looks so tired all the time? What happened to them? Mr. Crane wasn’t moving anymore. He truly looked dead. And, for a moment, Heather considered slipping away while his grief had frozen him. But she chose not to do that. I want to know, Mr. Crane. Instead, she reached down and hooked her arms behind her knees, holding her legs open for Mr. Crane. She didn’t understand why she had done it - she just did it. She wanted to do it. Only afterwards did she come to the realization - that she had only done it because it was what he needed. Finally, he stirred from his trance. “Heather…” He started to tremble. He shook so violently that he struggled to line up his cock with her labia. But after a few seconds, he managed to steady himself enough to get it into the right position. And once he had the tip lodged right against her opening, he braced himself against the mattress and bore down on her. “O-oh, fuck, Heather…” Her pussy split open on the head of his cock. She felt every centimeter - he was only an inch inside and he was throbbing inside of her. “A-ah - AH!! Mister Crane!!! O-oh, PLEASE!!” “H-hush…honey, you need to relax…” She shut her eyes tight. “I’m scared!!” “It’s okay to be scared, Heather…” His voice almost made it easy to bear the horror of having a grown man’s cock inside of her. It was impossible for her to pretend she didn’t like it when he spoke to her like that. He pushed in another inch. And, like a good girl, she bore the unbearable. This was as far as his fingers reached, and yet unlike his fingers, his cock was all thick and hot. This was less than half of his penis and yet she was already starting to feel full. She let out a long, whiny moan. He throbbed inside of her pussy as she did it. Suddenly she was no longer interested in stifling her moans - if her noises made him twitch like that, she figured there was no harm in whimpering a little more. He grunted as he pushed his hips forward. One more inch. Heather sucked in a breath. “O-OH!!” Mr. Crane’s tongue rolled out of his open mouth, and he drew his hips back a little. He knew damn well that he just hit her cervix. Not that it was in the way - rather, his cock was too big for him to avoid it. Because as he tried to push his cock a little further into her body, his tip pressed against it again. “M-MISTER CRANE!!” “O-oh, my fucking god, Heather…” He couldn’t fit any more inside of her. It was probably for the best - he didn’t have the patience to play this game with her any more. The biology teacher drew his hips back and started pumping his cock into Heather’s little cunt. Her jaw dropped as the first few thrusts made her ovaries throb - it was like he lit a spark inside of her pussy. And then that spark flickered, and burst into a flame. “......O-O-OH, GOD!!!!” Mr. Crane unleashed a deep, horny growl from his throat. “More.” “Please!!!” And to think she thought that he was scary when he had the pumpkin on his head…it was worse, now that she had seen the truth of his nature. All this time she thought Mr. Crane was harmless. Now she could see that she had driven him near to the edge of madness. What had she done to ignite such ravenous hunger? Perhaps she had done nothing at all. Maybe he just fell in love with her one day, and had been thinking about her ever since then. The way he was pounding her cunt and snarling over her little naked body, that seemed to be a reasonable explanation. The pleasure unfurled like a sleeping demon awakened in her uterus. She pulled her legs back a little bit further, and she felt that last inch sink inside of her body. It didn’t matter how she managed it. All that mattered was the fact that she had done it. And she felt Mr. Crane growl, like the dog he was, and dig his claws into her ass as he fucked her. She could feel him bruising her cervix, but at that point the pain was insignificant - if anything, all it did was drive her deeper into the shadow of his insatiable lust. And soon her brain started to form senseless thoughts - demon whispers dragged up from her deepest subconscious desires. I don’t wanna go home anymore. I don’t care if mom calls the police. I want Mr. Crane to chain me to this bed and do this to me every night. I’d let him do it. I’d let him hurt me. I want to run away just so I get chased again - I want him to catch me and drag me into the darkness and play with my privates until I cry. She let go of her legs and reached up to hold him. She made eye contact with him, so deeply enamoured that she couldn’t look away. And those big, pleading eyes pierced through the haze of Mr. Crane’s madness and found the last buried scraps of his humanity. He stopped pounding her for a second. Just a second. Just long enough for him to lean down and kiss that little kitten on the lips. And she accepted his tongue with an open mouth, so desperate for his affection that she just let him push it as deep as he wanted. She didn’t know what she was doing - all that motivated her now was pure, animal instinct. And what her instincts demanded from her was to have Mr. Crane as deep inside of her body as possible. He drooled into her mouth as he pushed a vicious thrust into her underage pussy. The slap of his hips against her crotch brought the most delicious pain imaginable. How long would she endure it? How long could she endure it? She could see in his eyes that he wanted to find out - he wanted to push her to her limits. Somehow, she was able to fit him inside. It was painful, but she did it for him. She did it so she could see her reflection in those sad, lonely eyes. And that was all she needed to make the pain worth it. He pounded her for over ten minutes. She wasn’t even aware of how many times she had orgasmed. All she knew was that she wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her. She trusted him not to hurt her - at least, not very badly. And as he started to speed up, she could feel him throbbing inside. Something was coming - she could tell by the way he was breathing. “H-Heather, I’m sorry…I’m gonna cum inside of you…” Cum inside of me? Oh…Oh GOD… Mr. Crane started to howl at the ceiling. She didn’t know why at first - then she felt a wad of hot cum hit her cervix. “A-AH!!” Over and over, she felt his semen hit the very back of her pussy. He was trying to get his cum as deep inside as he could get it. And as he pushed his final vicious thrusts into her body, his swollen knot slipped inside all at once. That was what broke her. She went completely limp on the bed as he filled her up. And there she stayed, pumped full of cum for a minute straight. Though in her mind, she wished that it could last forever. “Mr. Crane…” “Oh, God, Heather…” She smiled, from eat to sweet little ear. And though she was panting with the effort of taking his knot inside of her, she managed a sick little laugh, just for him. “H….Happy Halloween…”