Grave Encounters

From the moment Grave started his venture, he was well aware of one thing. Being the vocalist of a brutal death metal band wasn’t going to cut it, at least for a while. Sure, the album sales and shows would make him money, but enough to make a living? He wished that were the case. Maybe one day, after a few more releases, they could sell out every show they headlined and make enough bank to make it a full time job, but until that hypothetical day, he was forced to work on the side to make due.

Grave was not a celebrity, not by any means, and probably never would be. Not that he ever wanted to be one. Having to dodge the paparazzi whenever going out for cigarettes would suck a big fat one, so luckily Mutagenic Discharge only appealed to a very distinct audience. Getting recognised can be fun, but too much is too much, and he wasn’t what you would call a social butterfly either. But still, it was what he was really passionate and serious about, so any other job would just be to fill in the blanks. How about working at a service station, pulling one night shift after another?

When he applied for this job, his boss took a good long look at him and thought “alright, putting you on night duty where you belong, freakshow”. At least, that’s how he liked to imagine it went. He didn’t complain, because she was right. Grave was a night owl, always had been. Daylight was overrated, and it just made him feel uncomfortable. Darkness was pleasant and made him feel at ease. Not to mention, fewer people out and about, which gave him a lot of welcome silence. Silence to think, to be creative, to daydream.

As soon as he was done with his nightly errands, mopping the floors, restocking, unpacking deliveries and so on, the wait was on. On weekend nights, things could be noticeably busier, partying drunkies restocking on beer or wanting to satisfy their pangs with overpriced potato chips. But it wasn’t weekend, this was a bogstandard week day. Tuesday going on wednesday. The most quiet of nights, and often the most boring too. The night could go on for well over an hour without anyone showing up at all.

Almost 3 AM, 3 more hours to go before going home. Grave was all by his lonesome in the abandoned gas station store, his long green and black hair tied in a tail. He leaned back against the cigarette shelves while holding a magazine. The most mundane articles he normally wouldn’t give a shit about were now the only entertainment he had, so he read them anyway. Well, there was that titty mag that taunted him on the lower magazine shelf, but as tantalising as it was, if anyone found out he was looking at porn at work, he could probably start looking elsewhere all over again. Funny how, when in this vacuum and being removed from his infinite source of smut, even the most average fake titties on a cover could make his blood rush to his loins.

Almost time to clock out for a smoke break, and it didn’t look like anyone else was showing up. So he thought, but just as he was reaching into his pocket and making for the back, a car pulled up. Just his luck, always when he was planning to take a break. An older stallion stepped out of the vehicle, and Grave reached for the button below the counter to open the door manually.

“Morning,” he said.

Morning? It was 3 fucking AM! That’s not morning, it’s night! How early did these people have to get up to consider 3 AM morning? Morning doesn’t start until 5 AM, at most!

“Morning,” he just replied back with a smile, looking up at him. He was at a fair bit taller than him, but with his 5’7” stature, most guys he met were.

“A small carton of Dromedary Light please.”

The grey stallion turned around and took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf, making a mental note to refill those later, and turned around to scan it. “Six forty, please~”

The guy paid with his bank card and gave a somewhat friendly nod before heading back to the door, which opened for him automatically now.

“Have a good one,” he called after him, and he was alone again, watching as the car’s headlights came back on and drove off. Now was a good time as ever to get a smoke himself, so he walked out towards the back, into the storage area to clock out, and opened the shutters leading outside.

This area, he had to admit, was a little bit creepy. It looked out over a pitch black, empty lot with naught a light in sight. The inky darkness would make your imagination go wild if you let it, and sometimes he did. Horror was his thing after all, so the thought of some unseen creature sneaking around in the night shadows, stalking him and waiting for a moment to pounce and rip his limbs off would send a chill down his spine. That being said, he knew full well the scariest thing that could happen to him was some hoodlum pointing a gun at his face and demanding the contents of his cash register, after which he would call the police and take a few weeks off work for mental recuperation. Not like that was anything he was worried about per se…

He took one more drag of his sizzling cigarette and threw it into the can near the wall where it belonged, then walked back in to close the shutter. One last chance to imagine the monster charging at him, and the shutter closing just in time. He clocked back in and took a sip of his can of Fury. Energy drinks were his best friend during night shifts, if just because he enjoyed the taste.

The silence returned as he stood behind the register. No music, because all the music on the radio would make his ears bleed. He’d rather be in silence than endure that.

“Fuck, it’s dead tonight…” he said to himself. “Might as well make sure there’s enough chocolate milk in the fridge…” He knew all too well lukewarm chocolate milk should be a crime, so he headed back into the back room to get a crate.

It was while he was in there that he heard a noise coming from inside the shop. His ears stood on end and he stood up from his crouching position, looking back through the open door. It sounded like several plastic wrapped items fell from the shelves and hit the floor. “Hmmm?” He walked back into the store to check it out, towards the back shelf to where the sound came from, and what he saw there took him by surprise.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I was just… I’ll put them back!”

Crouching behind the shelf, before a small pile of collapsed candy bars, was a young mare, earth pony, looking maybe 19 or 20 years old. Her fur was a sweet pink colour with stylised, striking yellow and orange amber locks tied in a small, wavy ponytail and similarly coloured eyes. She wore a light red tank top, a dark blue mini skirt reaching just below her hips with light pink floral patterns and white sneakers on her feet. Small heart shaped earrings, mascara in her eyelashes and just a smidgen of eyeshadow and lip gloss. The way she looked, he assumed she was out partying and dropped by for a late night snack. She fumbled to put all the wares back on their respective shelves with a nervous expression, so Grave’s first instinct was to come to her aid.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ll fix it up.” He crouched down by her and started helping her pick up the candy.

“Hehehe... I was walking by and I think my skirt got stuck on them… I’m sorry…” She apologised, but Grave turned back to her and gave a shrug.

“Got not much else to do, so it’s no big deal.”

She sure was a pretty one, possibly a student at Ranch U from the looks of it. Not a rarity for some stunning babes to walk in, but more often than not, they’d have their chump of a boyfriend right behind them, so he had to try extra hard not to stare at their tits. Speaking of which, this mare wasn’t a letdown in that department either, her top filled nicely by what looked like at least double D’s if not more, just going by estimation, and a cleavage hard to look away from. Her bare thighs in full view now that her skirt had hiked up just a tad, she was quite the sight for sore eyes, and a good remedy for boredom, if just for a little while. The scent of perfume was quite strong on her as well.

Grave suspended his admiration for her feminine figure to pick up the last of the candy bars and arrange them back where they belonged, then they both stood up. “Can I help you with something, or are you just looking?”

“I was just looking for something...filling, you know. Like, a sandwich or something, as long as it doesn’t cost too much~”

Grave chuckled. “This is a service station. Prices aren’t exactly the cheapest, especially during the night.”

“That’s true,” she giggled. For some reason, when she did, Grave’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but something was...off. Then her eyes met his, and she smiled. “Do you work the night shift often?”

“Y-yeah. Part time, but almost exclusively during the night.”

“All by yourself? Doesn’t that get a little...lonely?” she asked sincerely, tilting her head slightly.

“Sometimes, but I don’t mind being alone, to be honest. It does get a little boring from time to time.”

“I can totally imagine.” She smiled a sweet smile once again, her eyelashes blinking at him once. “My name’s Aura. What’s yours?”

“Grave... Grave Rush.”

“Grave?” she echoed with a laugh. “Working the graveyard shift?”

“I know,” he laughed, scratching his cheek. He heard that one many times before, but he was not about to get sassy with someone as cute as her. “I guess I was just made for it.”

Aura giggled again, then brushed by him. She strutted towards the fridge, and he looked on, watching her tail swish side to side as she did. She opened the door, and then she did something that made the grey coated stallion’s blood rise to his face. She bent over to reach one of the drinks on the lower shelves, and her tight skirt hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks, as well as her white undies and the unbelievably beautiful shape of her labial mound wrapped tightly in the thin fabric in astounding detail. The resulting spark of excitement caused his stallionhood to spring to life and grow half chub in no time, and he gulped hard. First thing he thought about was doing incredible things to her in that position. Short skirts and cleavages, oh yeah, he’d seen them around, but never had he laid eyes on something this amazing in all his shifts.

After a few seconds, the nimble earth pony stood back up holding a can of juice. “Is it cool if I open this here before paying?” she asked, turning back to him.

Grave did his best to regain his composure after what he just saw. His voice was meek and with a slight shudder to it. “Ehm… Yeah, sure…” Hell, after that show, he wouldn’t have minded paying for it himself.

She turned around and cracked the can open to take a sip, then her eyes trailed down on him, making him grow hot in the face. She smirked ever so slightly, then her eyes went back up there. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your work.”

“N-no, it’s fine. Really just waiting for customers, is all.”

“Ehhhh? Really? That sounds so boring! Oh, I know!” With a wide smile, she took a hop forward, causing her big tits to bounce in her top. “I’ll can totally keep you company, if that’s okay with you! I’ve got nowhere else to be anyway.”

Normally, such a suggestion would raise all kinds of red flags. Annoying customers who didn’t know when to quit and fuck off, so they’d spend all night talking his ear off about shit he didn’t give a damn about. But Grave had been enraptured by her feminine charms, and her upskirt, so he’d have to be some kind of moron to turn her down. “Sure,” he said with the most sincere smile he could manage without getting a spontaneous nosebleed.

Aura skipped towards one of the tables and sat down on it, crossing her legs, facing him. Please, no more upskirts, he thought to himself, I don’t know what I’ll do if you show me any more.

“So how long have you been working here?” She asked.

“Oh, on and off, maybe about a year? This is actually just my side job. I’m in a band.”

“Really? Cool! What kind of music do you play? Wait, lemme guess. A metal band, am I right?”

“Yep. Brutal death metal, to be exact,” he said with an awkward chuckle. He always had a hard time explaining such niche things to average people.

“Ahhh, some pretty heavy stuff then? Guitar?”

“Vocals. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life,” he admitted.

“So you’re not just in a band, you’re the frontman~” She brushed a lock of her amber mane out of her eyes. “I wouldn’t have guessed. You come off as, like, way too introverted.”

“Yeah, you’re not wrong. It’s just about being in the moment, I guess.”

This conversation was going well. What luck, getting the company of such a cute and good looking young mare. Yet, despite her carnal appeal, Grave could not shake the feeling that there was something odd about her. She looked perfectly normal, but there was this feeling in the depths of his body, some kind of tingle, something that made her feel entirely different from all the other girls he’d ever seen or talked to. Dread was not the right word for it, but his heart was making odd skips in his chest.

“Do you get a lot of groupies?” This question came so out of the blue he couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“I wish,” he replied only half seriously, shaking his head. “The amount of girls showing up at our shows is only limited, and they’re not exactly lining up to go backstage.”

“Oh? Hmmmm…” Her beautiful, vibrant orange eyes traced him. His short sleeved work uniform revealed one of the stitch tattoos on his wrist. “Maybe I can be one.”

Flattered, but also unnerved by this comment, he once again laughed awkwardly and his eyes trailed off to the side. What brought them right back was when she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, giving him another look at her scantily clad cameltoe. He continued to stare in silence for several moments, much to her apparent delight, because she was seductively biting the edge of her juice can, her bedroom eyes smiling at him.

“What do you think? Good plan?” she nearly whispered.

Grave’s head was about to explode. He couldn’t believe this conversation with a mare he literally just met was already heading in this direction. He just cleared his throat and peeled his eyes away to stare wide eyed at a jar of pickles on the shelves.

“Aura.. You’re very pretty, and really nice… But-”

“Awww shucks Grave, thanks! You’re pretty cute yourself~”

His blush turned full crimson and his heart began to pound a mile a minute. He grew hot under the collar, catching a glimpse of her pure white panties every now and again. “Ehehehe… Thank you...”

“Don’t be so modest. You know, you’re, like, way more my type than you’d think~” Saying that, she raised one foot up on the table, leaning her heel onto the edge. Her skirt creeped up even higher until her panties were all he could see. Even though Grave’s head was still turned, his eyes were dead center on them, so wide they were almost vibrating. Small drops of glimmering sweat ran down her meaty thighs, and her female pheromones were practically steaming from her moistening undies. His cock jolted to full capacity in mere moments, creating a noticeable bulge in his dark jeans. “You may not be tall, but you are handsome, and dark in a different way. I dig that~”

Despite the obvious boner in his pants giving away that he was having a serious case of the hots for her, Aura was not the type he would see himself dating. She looked like she was from a different world than him, like a cheerleader that would hook up with the school’s quarterback. The idea that she would even show interest in him, a grim, introverted, nocturnal freak was something he found hard to fathom. Yet here she was, presenting her private bits to him. Either she was a slut that would take any dick she could get, or he’d been selling himself short this whole time.

After a few more moments, Aura crossed her legs once more and snickered, taking another sip from her juice. Her eyes almost seemed to glow as she stared him down with bedroom eyes that couldn’t make up their mind whether they wanted to look him in the face, or at that large swelling in his trousers. “I think I figured out what I want. How much for a cream pie?”

“E..ehhhhh…” He stuttered, gulping once again. “I...might have some...in the back…if you want me to…”

She quickly rose from the table and pressed her breasts against his chest. Just and inch or two shorter than him, so she was practically face to face with him, and his heat was becoming almost unbearable. “Sounds good. If you don’t mind~” Her hand gripped tightly around the cylindrical shape, then went down to feel up the rest of his package while she bit her lip.

Enough was enough. He took her to the storage room in the back, away from all security cameras. All those hours getting turned on at work and restraining himself to do anything about it, and it all amounted to this. His fantasy coming to life right before his eyes. Even in his wildest thoughts, he never thought he’d actually see one of his customers, crouched before him and eating his swollen cock like in some kind of porno movie. He pet the back of her mane while she slid him deep into her saliva dripping mouth.

“Hmmmm~ A big, juicy horse sausage~ Just what I was hungry for,” she purred, licking his erogenous glans with her soft, nimble tongue. “Hope it’s not too expensive~”

“No… Hnnn… This one is on the house…” He replied, breathing harshly and huffing out his excitement.

“Really? Oh, thank you Grave! You’re such a nice guy~” She repaid his kindness in full by sliding his length even deeper into her gullet, her lips touching his medial ring and his tip going down her tight throat. One dainty hand lifting his balls, the other around his base, and Grave was left panting and moaning towards the ceiling. He always thought head this good was hard to come by, but this came really close to the deepthroat treatment he got from Death Metal back then. He leaned back against the wall and softly humped her mouth, his pants dropping further down to his ankles.

“Oh… Fuck…”

Aura sucked like a vacuum, pleasing him with her tongue and sloshing her spit around like a washing machine, then leaned in even further and fully hilted him, making him cry out louder than he probably should have. He hoped to whatever was holy that no other customers would show up to interrupt this.

Her gagging noises and tight squeezes made him cum in no time flat. She looked up to him while he fired the contents of his balls down her esophagus, spurts of hot creamy semen spilling into her digestive system to give her a soothing, warm sensation in her stomach. “Fucking..hell…” he muttered during those last few gushes, having a firm grip on her amber blonde mane.

Pulling back to unearth a drool and semen dripping cock, Aura winked up at him and licked her lips after such a good, filling meal. “Gosh, that had to come out! Best load I’ve had in a long while~”

Her soft, glossy lips wrapped around his head and gave it wet kisses all over, her tongue scooping up those last drops of tasty sperm pushing through. Her slender fingers played around on his shaft, followed by a long lick down the underside until she reached his testicles. Sucking on those big, full balls, fantasising about how much more he had stored up for her, and taking in his natural musk made her panties so wet she began to drip onto the tiled floor.

Every little touch, either from her fingers, lips, tongue, it didn’t matter, sent a cold chill down Grave’s spine, a wonderful offset to the immense heat his body was in. She moved up to his stomach, caressing his tight, toned abs with her fingertips and lips, lifting his shirt along the way. Grave raised his arms into the air and slipped out of it. If he kept it on, it would just end up drenched in sweat and various other liquids.

With the revelation of his stitch tattoos all over his upper body, the charming cutie smiled an enchanting smile and proceeded to lick and touch him from his abs up to his chest until she was standing up, his still lively erection between her thighs and peeking out the other end. She leaned against him, her nipples poking his chest through her top, while his hands found their way to her silky, malleable buttcheeks. Their eyes locked, her deep amber ones looking deep into his grey blue ones, and between them a spark of lust and want crackled.

“I want you, deep inside me~” She whispered, and their lips met in a sensual tongue kiss that had them gasping into each other’s mouths. Aura’s buttcheeks got squeezed and kneaded, making her moan and mewl as she grinded her needy pussy against his thick piece of meat. The sweet fragrance of her perfume only made his lust for her stronger, a scent clearly designed to attract males and it worked absolute wonders on him.

“Yes, ma’am~”

Not much time to waste. Grave pulled her top down and nibbled on her pink perky nipples in an instant, making her cry out and grasp the back of his mane. Before long, he had her pushed against a stack of beer crates, turned her around and bent her over them.Those long, sexy legs slightly spread, he pulled her skirt up to uncover her ass that got him from flacid to diamond hard in mere moments. The only fabric he could see was what was covering up her sweet spot and the strings going around her hips. The rest vanished between her rounded ass cheeks, and only came into view when he spread them wide. Her cute little anus was visible, covered only by a thin thread that didn’t do much to hide it at all. He knew she was dressed skimpily, but not like this.

Grave made those pretty labia his by planting a kiss on her crotch and pushing his tongue against it. The light pink earth pony’s whole body responded, twitching once, then beginning to heave a little as she expressed her glee loud and clear. “Hmmm, yeahhh~ Ohhhh…”

With a few tail flicks, she shook and rocked her hips as Grave tasted her sweet nectar on his tongue, sucking it through the fabric and prodding her clit visibly poking through her underwear. Once every thread was soaked through with sex and spit, she pulled one leg up and laid it atop the crate, giving him a wide spread so he could hang off her pussy like a hungry leech. “Grave...You’re such a...good lover~ Aaahhhn~”

Moving those pesky panties to the side to dig deeper into her folds, his tongue teased and peeked inside her dribbling vaginal hole, taking a first look into the tunnel he would explore deeper in just a few minutes. He feasted on her tender pink flesh, looking every bit as attractive as he first imagined, and made out with her snatch like it was his long time girlfriend. Even her puckered asshole couldn’t escape his hunger, as it got a few tentative licks at first, then full wet laps.

“Ooooh fuck! You’re, like, a bit of a freak, ain’t ya? I underestimated you~” she giggled between moans, getting to her absolute peak of horniness very quickly.

“Heh, I have my moments, especially with someone as hot as you.” He planted a kiss on her ass, then spanked it with his full hand.

Aura yipped and wiggled her butt for him, reaching to rub her clit in anticipation. “Am I fuckable?”

“Very fuckable~”

“Prove it! Put your big cock inside me and fuck me bareback, right now!”

Grave got up to his feet and mounted the preppy college girl from behind, sliding his meaty cock deep inside her slot and pumping his pelvis against her ass. In this position, he took her leg and raised it even higher, lifting up one side of her body to leave her leaning on her side on just one arm. The deep rutting continued, balls slapping against her thighs and pussyjuice spilling all over them, spattering about with every deep thrust into her quivering, stretched vagina.

“Ahh! Ah! Ah! Yeah! Fuck! Harder!” Her cries of unbridled lust penetrated the walls and overpowered the lewd sloshing and plapping that filled up every moment of silence, turning the storage room into a porno set.

The room started becoming hot. Incredibly hot. Temperatures seemed to rise consistently until sweat was pouring from the grey stallion’s every pore, and his panting increased in speed and depth in an attempt to deal with it. All the sweltering heat was seemingly coming from her, waves of it wafting off her like a pulsating radiator. Sweat made her body gleam, drops rolling and wet lines drawn over every part of her, making her clothes look like they had a bucket of water emptied over them. Even her cunt felt like a volcano spilling boiling lava on his crotch.

Yet, even though he felt like he was on the verge of heat syncope, he didn’t stop fucking her for a moment. Maybe it was his subconscious instinct taking over, but screwing this feverishly hot pussy until climax was his top priority. His palms were sweating like crazy as they grabbed her by the thigh and hip, ramming her sticky body into his pre spewing cock. And the smell, it was like the most lusty overdose of pheromones, so thick in the hot air that turned him into a sex starved beast.

Before he knew it, he unloaded his seed into her womb. Literally, it took him by surprise. He didn’t even have the time to consider pulling out of her before his thick, sticky nut poured through her cervical entrance and washed into her uterus like a tsunami. That’s when he felt her hand squeezing on the back of his neck, and her cries raised several octaves. His eyes fell on her face that was looking back at him, and she had a deep shade of red on her sweat covered cheeks and forehead. Her eyes crossed and rolled back and her tongue lolled out her mouth into the sexiest, sluttiest ahegao face he’d ever laid eyes on.

“I’m...cummiiiiiing!!!”

Aura’s own climax exploded onto him, a loud splash as her cum hit the floor, followed by continuous pattering and several more audible squirts. His lap and lower abdomen completely soaked, he finally pulled out of her along with a big, pearly white wad of jizz that gushed out of her gaping, fucked open tube. She scrambled to turn around and spread her legs wide, looking with absolutely love in her eyes at the gift that he left for her.

“Ooooh! Oh! I can’t take it! I need more!”

The moment she stepped off the crates, she leapt onto him and wildly made out with him. Their tongues slurped and made drool ooze down their chins. She tore the rest of her clothes off, her sweat drenched top hitting the floor with a heavy, wet slap, and she pushed him onto a smaller stack of crates, sitting down on his lap and bouncing like a pent up lapdancer

She angled his cock, pressing it against her anus and sat down on it until it popped inside. Instantly, she let out a howl like she was cumming yet again. Grave let it happen, looking up at this furnace of a chick, mascara running out along her cheeks, her entire body glowing and sweltering.

“You’re...fucking...hot!” He panted, sweat drops dangling from his chin. Regardless of his true meaning, he was being honest in a both literal and figurative sense. The inside of her rectum felt tight and strangulating, not to mention just as hot as her pussy.

“I haven’t b-been fucked like this i-in forever! Oh God!” She rambled, bouncing up and down on his long rod as it impaled her. “S-such a big cock! So much c-cum! Finally! Ohhh fuck! I’m so happy!”

Her heat had peaked, now all that was left to do was ride it out. To fuck and cum until it was done. She rode him cowgirl style like she had nothing to lose, butt smacking against his thighs over and over, hair sticking to her back, shoulders and forehead. Grave held her sticky body close to his, pushed his face into her big titties and sucked on her nipples, and held her asscheeks apart, thrusting deeper into her luscious tailpipe. They moaned, panted, pressed their tongues together and professed their lust for one another.

“Cum inside me, Grave! I wanna feel you fill me up one more time!”

Like on command, another fountain of spunk unleashed inside her anal cavity, giving her internals a fresh coat of potent love gravy. Aura slammed her ass down on him, and he held on tight, balls twitching and cock quaking. Every gush filling her piled on top of her satisfaction, giving her one small orgasm after the other until she collapsed on top of him, hugging him close and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Aura…” He whispered, his arms wrapped around her midsection as the temperature in the room finally began to fall and their sweat cooled their bodies. The afterglow was incredible, their naked bodies cuddling motionless for minutes on end.

Eventually, Aura gave a sigh and lifted herself up, giving him a smile and a peck on the cheek. “I should probably let you get back to work. Thank you, Grave. I had, like, an amazing time with you tonight. You’re a total stud~”

He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “So did I. You can visit me on my night shifts any time.”

“I’ll keep it in mind~” She got up from his lap, both holes dribbling baby batter onto the floor as she gathered her clothes, slipping back into her top and skirt. Her thong she held up with both hands, looking at it. While Grave was putting his pants back on and getting decent, she turned to him and held them out to him with a naughty smile. “For you~”

“Huh?” His eyes grew big as he stared at the sexy white undies, held up to him like some kind of prize. He looked down to her thighs, cum still leaking down them like a busted water main. “But you’re…”

“If anyone notices, I’ll tell them where I got it from,” she winked. Grave tried to wrap his mind around that joke. In some ways, it would lead to a disaster for him, but not all. She took his hand and placed the lingerie into his hand, closing his hand around it. “It’s a memento~ I’m sure you’ll take good care of them.”

The metalhead stallion chuckled, looking at the contents of his hand and feeling his heart throb once more. Then he watched her head for the door and open it. “See you around, stud~” She blew him a kiss, and with that, she walked out.

“Huh? W-wait! Aura!” Scrambling to put his shirt back on and making sure his zipper was closed, Grave stumbled into the shop, only to see absolutely nobody there. Even when he looked out to the pumps and the parking lot, she was already gone. “What…?”

His eyes fell on the trail of cum drops on the floor. A few feet into the store, it just...stopped. Puzzled, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, then looked back into the storage area. He sighed. He gave himself extra work in the end; one hell of a mess to clean up. At least it was worth it.

5 AM, almost ready to call it a night. Freshened up and done with the additional cleaning, Grave leaned onto the counter of the cash register, propped up on his elbows while munching on some cheap chocolate chip cookies he brought from home. His mind was absent, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was thinking about.

Aura. So many questions about her popped up into his head. That uneasy feeling he got around her at first, that unbelievable, enchanting touch of hers that sent shivers down his spine. The heat she emitted while they were going at it. It was not natural. Even now, he had no answers, didn't even get her phone number or anything. Maybe he should ask her next time he sees her. Either way, this was gonna be on his mind for quite a while, everything about her.

A loud bell ring jolted him out of his daze. He looked at the glass doors to see a customer waiting to get in, one he didn’t notice pulling up whatsoever. A little bit annoyed, he pushed the button to open the door for him.

“Good morning,” he said while grabbing a can of beer from the open fridge and taking it to checkout.

“Morning…” Grave went through the usual routine of scanning the beer, naming the price, taking the money and giving back the change. After that, the customer did his goodbyes, or not, and fucked off. He let out a sigh, biting another piece off a cookie and slowly chewing it.

He blinked, staring blankly at the door as it slid shut, then clicked back into its lock. Then his shoulders slumped ever so slightly and his eyebrows turned into a small frown. He looked down at the button he just used, then back to the door. His eyes grew wide and he stopped chewing, suddenly unable to swallow anymore.

Grave rushed into the office where the security camera monitors were, rewinding the recorded footage just a few hours back with shaking hands. He stared at himself walking to the back to get the chocolate milk, then he switched to the feed looking in just above the front door. He waited and waited, only to see nothing but still darkness outside.

His stomach dropped and his heart began to slam in his chest, but that was nothing compared to what he saw next when he switched to the feed looking over the back shelf, where he first met her. He saw...himself, crouched down picking up the candy bars, but beside him, nothing… Rewinding again, he saw the candy bars tumbling to the ground by themselves. Then to the fridge, the door opened, but the only thing he saw was himself interacting with thin air, and the bizarre sight of a juice can floating.

He kept staring with a dry throat, his chest growing sweaty all over again, until he saw the door to the back falling shut. His jaw was almost on the floor, but after a full minute, he fast forwarded until the door opened once again, and the only thing he saw was a small flicker in the video, and a moving, barely noticeable smudge vibrating the air around it until it disappeared without a trace.

“What...the fuck…”

Grave paid for the drink, claiming it was his own, the moment his coworker came to relieve him. Just before he left, he asked him if he ever saw or heard anything strange during his night shifts. His question was met with a blank stare and a negative. When he questioned why, Grave deflected the question, saying it was probably just the pipes or his lack of sleep. He needed a cigarette, and he needed it fast.

Once outside, he lit up a smoke and walked to his car, sitting behind the wheel with one hand covering the side of his face. He felt like he had taken pills, questioning everything that happened to him that night and whether it was some kind of elaborate hallucination, a spell he had fallen under, or if he just nodded off behind the cash register and dreamt it all.

However, there was one piece of tangible proof to this anomaly. He reached inside his pocket and he felt it, and he didn't know if it should have made his skin crawl or his pants grow tight. Aura’s panties. They were very real, still damp even, and her scent was all over it. It was so vivid and felt so real, convincing him that there was no way it was a dream, and if it was a prank, it was a very elaborate one.

He sighed and put her memento away before anyone caught him holding and staring at women’s underwear like some kind of pervert. He started the engine, wondering if he would ever see her again like she promised, if that were even a possibility. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, dozens of throbbing questions filling up his head.