The Fox That Stole The End of The World

At a crossroads,

where the devils make deals,

and gods meet to drink away eternities,

as the world beneath them ebbs and flows,

I, an old wolf, of ragged tooth and sharpened claw,

sit and imbibe upon a tankard of something salty, heady, and sweet.

I’m thinking of the end of things.

A boring conversation

that has rolled around my head for eons.

The countless incarnations of the end of all things,

given different faces and inclinations

towards self-destruction,

the ticking clock of time

and destiny,

that denotes an infinite number of points

in which that very end,

may just come to be.

It felt sooner than later,

as of late,

that I would finally take my place

as the devouring mouth of fate.

Legba and Hecate pour endless streams of intoxicants,

laughing and spinning tales,

as Hermes runs the room

speedily delivering drinks.

This is The Crossroads Bar.

A place where those like me

can come to lose ourselves,

if only for a speck of a moment.

A place where our destinies rest only

in the bottom of a drink.

It was here that she, or they, or them, or he, or him;

Since gender is a human construct,

much as my shape is that of something more amenable

to sitting at a table in a bar;

And gods can shift their form

to suit their needs,

or any given whim.

For sake of accounting the physical representation,

the femme form of a body,

both buxom and firm,

with hair the color of a sunrise,

and an outfit made of longing nights.

Their breasts seemed to fight against the cage of their coat,

with nothing else underneath.

The skirt, raised high enough

to display every movement of supple calf

and delectable thigh,

expressed themselves with a dancer’s flare

as they strode forward,

and gods and goddesses quirked their eyes

as if in disbelief.

It takes a lot to turn a god’s head,

but this ray of fire,

wearing a tri-corner hat,

took little notice of anyone’s attention,

and slapped a silver coin down on the counter made of angel’s bones.

“There are only 29 others like this one still left in existence.

And for it, I demand one night of the best of your Endless drinks,

and a room if I so choose.”

It was when this creature slapped the coin down

that I caught a glimpse of their tail with the corner of my eye.

A fox god or goddess, are they?

Perhaps a spirit of the higher Kitsune?

Though a lust began to rise within me,

I still fell back into thoughts of the end of days.

These thoughts have been the sole companion

that has never betrayed my trust,

Nor tried to kill me.

Though the latter,

for any that think an old wolf is not quick with his bite,

has always ended in blood and vain.

I was heading towards the end of my tankard of Ambrosia,

when another cup was slapped down upon my table.

“You seem to be the only one here worthy of my company, Wolf.”

“And why would that be, little fox. Are you not worried

that I may deem you my prey to fall between my teeth.”

“I may be hoping for just such a thing, but with more of a carnal,

than carnivorous twist. Though dining upon one another may be

how it ends. Forget not that fox’s teeth are sharp, and we are quick.”

I laughed at that,

Loud and long.

Either brave or stupid,

This creature has intrigued me,

and it has been many moons

since I didn’t immediately wish to rend apart

that voice on the other end

of some random conversation.

“What have you brought me to drink, fox?”

“Do you not trust me, grizzled wolf?”

“I trust no one, fox. For when I am finally called upon it shall be to bring an ending

to all things, and too many would wish that never to pass.”

At this they leaned in close,

so that I could see their pink hardened nipples in the opening of their coat,

and that their skin showed the lightest coating of fiery fur.

They ran a clawed finger from my arm to my chest

“I believe that all things must end to begin anew,

and would like to show you what that means to a hungry fox,

before this night is through.

On another note,

you’re sipping Destiny’s heady brew.

I figured it was the most meaningful to start you on,

since I was bringing it to you.”

I shot my arm around their waist and pulled them onto my lap.

There was no resistance,

and it felt as if I had suddenly fallen into a welcome trap.

“And you, fox? What is it you drink?”

“I drink Desire through this night,

As foxes are always want to do.”

I took in the smell of them from hip to rib to neck,

licking the tip of their earlobe,

a playful wolfish thing

I hadn’t done since I was a pup so long ago.

“Do you enjoy the scent and taste,

of such a savory creature?

Does the wild entice you, old wolf?

Am I not the embodiment of seduction

to stave off the end of all things,

if only for one night?”

“We shall see, fox.

We shall see if you will be the new beginning,

for all things must one day end,

and it is unclear where they shall go from there.”

“I was thinking of endings and beginnings as a constant

between us for an evening.

The rise and fall of civilizations

as a euphemism for our own personal conquests.”

Their words and deviously vicious smile,

coupled with their roving claws and lips,

intrigued every part of me.

So we circled our arms and gulped back our drinks together,

I, a concoction of Destiny,

and they, that of Desire.

As any good tavern should,

this one hosted rooms for its patrons.

After we had drunk heavily of The Endless,

there was a rush of need that fell upon us.

I wanted to fall upon them.

and I could tell they were ready to feast upon me.

With a desirous growl, this fox lead me upstairs,

through twists and turns,

until we came upon a room with a door

carved with a sunrise up top,

and the bottom held a rising full moon.

Neither of us held a key,

so I pressed them up against the door and pushed aside their skirt

to see their wet fur beneath,

that shimmered and called for my tongue, lips, and teeth.

As I gorged upon their cum with wolfish abandon,

my tongue darting,

lapping,

twisting ever deep,

the door to our room flung open

and we both fell in in a heap.

“Perhaps our shared hunger was the key.”

I let out a howl, as they rose and pulled me up to my feet,

then throwing my form upon the bed as if I were a feather,

dropping their skirt,

opening their coat,

and baring their predatory teeth.

They sunk their mouth upon my cock,

draining me from base to tip,

then rising me once again.

I, the wolf that ends the world,

began to feel a bit more like a hen.

As this fox leapt upon me,

riding and howling,

Yipping cries into the ether of the crossroads,

I saw the end of things again.

The fire and wrath of all those to fall before me,

the climax of an era,

beautiful and terrible,

the inevitable rending of time and space

to build something new.

I came…and then grew hard again.

The wild of this moment

was at a never-ending crescendo,

and I rose to sink my teeth into their breast

as the fox above me moaned and shook.

In the throes of our impassioned endeavors.

When I was deep within,

And they embraced me with every part of themselves,

Our eyes did meet.

Their lips formed a promise, one of which if I agreed to,

I would have to keep.

“Promise you shall not end things until we have had one more night.

Promise you shall wait for me.

Promise you are my wolf and I your fox,

and though other wild things may cross our path,

and we are still free,

you shall always long to lay with me.”

I howled my promise into the walls so loud

the other Gods must have shook with fear,

for if it was the time of my calling

then all would know the end is near.

In the morning they were gone,

and I was sated unlike any other.

Time has since past,

And now I have waited year after year,

coming to this crossroads tavern,

hoping to taste the sweet salt of my fox,

longing to bring about the end,

but knowing it no nearer.

Finding meaning in the waiting

for such a wonder,

while recognizing that new beginnings

don’t always come from an ending,

and that the world needn’t

always be ripped asunder.

I see them in the rising of the sun.

I howl for them in the fullness of the moon.

The fox that stole the end of all things,

and started the heart of an old wolf anew.