Mud. Chapter 6
That night, I dreamt that I was like a dead turkey, and I could stuff things under my skin in case of emergencies. It was disturbing, though I wasn't sure what else to expect when I went to sleep on the toilet seat, inhaling the stench of my own puke. Not a very ideal environment for a restful night's sleep, that's for sure. "Nnnnfff..." I felt myself slowly rise back to the waking world, wondering if it was all just a dream until I felt the burning pain throughout my body. Shit! I managed to peel myself off of the porcelain and peer over my body, wincing as I saw the hanging strip of flesh on my leg and the rip from where the chain link had gotten me, and I winced at the volume of blood I'd discharged onto the ground. My legs felt cold and I was afraid they were paralyzed until I began to move them with muffled cries, feeling my face ache with lines etched in from angry, grabbing branches. I needed to go to the infirmary. I whined quietly as I forced myself up, managing to flush the toilet and hobble on my good leg to the main room, where, like the good ,stoic reporter I was, put my laptop in a bag along with my SD card from the camera, slinging it over my shoulder as I picked up my cell phone, dialing the number for the on-site hospital. I heard it ring and hastily described my injuries and my dorm room, the people coming a few minutes later, running frantically with a stretcher so that I wouldn't have to walk. When they got me onto it I fell asleep again, not realizing how severe my exhaustion was.
I awoke in a soft hospital bed, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into. I began to fret, my stomach churning in anticipation as I flashed back to that paw on my leg, imagining in horrid detail the cruel and painful transformation I'd endure right in this hospital bed if he'd infected me. I looked around, suddenly, wincing as my leg pulsed.
"Hey, hey! Calm down, you!" One of the nurses called, rushing over to me. "What's wrong? What do you need?" She asked, my frantically wide eyes flicking over to her. "M..My laptop back, wh..where'd you put it?" I questioned with a shaking voice, the nurse lying the leather thing in my lap with a careful look at me. I pulled it open and smiled, hands shaking as I flipped it open. "Th...Thanks." I said quietly, bringing up the Internet with rapid typing. I immediately typed in 'werewolves' and searched through article after article, some describing the thing as a sort of curse, passed down through the simple act of wounding a person, whether it be a bite or claw. That sent shivers down my spine, though others described it as a certain gene passed down through the saliva, and unless he was a'licking his claws before he attacked me, I felt a lot safer that way. I sighed quietly, bringing up that Microsoft Word document, as blankly ominous as ever, and began to type. The story needed to be done.
I had a lot of time in that hospital bed to think on both sides of this whole Sam situation. He was an ice kid, respectful, not pressuring; the only bad thing about him was the fact that he was a werewolf. Quite the big fault, that's for sure. 'Or is it? Remember when you complained to your friend about not having an exotic boyfriend choice?' My mind reminded me and I huffed, realizing that, blatantly, Sam was exactly what I wanted. Even if he was a werewolf, I still wanted that boy. He was so lovable I couldn't refuse the boy; hell, I was thinking about him now even as I lay in this hospital bed. I felt disturbingly like Bella from Twilight, a thought that threatened to sicken me so badly I would spew over these nice white sheets. I hovered the cursor of my laptop above the Submit button on Mud, biting my lip. I'd tried to postpone this as long as possible, but I needed to get it over with, period. I needed to. Fuck, I had another day. I could postpone it more.
"Um. Nurse!" I called, looking down at my leg that had been bandaged, my face all disinfected along with the rest of my body. "I have class today." I said, folding my arms. "I really don't want to miss them just for a few...cuts. Can you discharge me, please?" I begged, but the woman responded with a look to the chart hanging off the foot of my bed.
"Well, Miss Kristine... We do have a lot of patients that are in a lot more dire need than you. I suppose we could just send you off with some pain medication and some bandages and you should do just fine. Let me just get the paperwork all filed." I smiled and nodded, wanting to get out of here before I had a visitor.
I was surprised. My leg didn't even hurt that much, but I knew pain pills would be helpful in the future, in case of emergency...pain. It'd only been a couple hours since the visit and I'd unbandaged my leg to look at the gash-it was pretty well taken care of, and was actually smaller now that all of the blood was wiped off. I'd done a couple laps around my room on the leg, realizing that I could walk just fine on it. 'Don't you do it, Kristine.' My mind was anticipating my next move already but I couldn't help it. I jumped once, just to test, and hissed as a little pain shot through me. Okay, no doing that. Still, though, I was doing better. I collapsed back on my bed, sighing quietly. Just what was I supposed to do with myself? I had a werewolf as a boyfriend (he still hadn't contacted me), a story about him ready to put on the Internet and ruin his reputation forever, and a bunch of wounds everywhere. 'You're in real good shape.' My mind muttered sarcastically though I just groaned, pressing my face into the bed.
Porn wasn't just for guys. After all of this shit happened, I figured that I deserved a little 'me' time, just me, my fingers, and a laptop with hot naked guys on it to coax me to orgasm. I hadn't done it in forever, that's for sure, and I probably gave my computer a virus with all of the sites that I'd visited trying to find a good set of images. I gave up and closed the thing, making a resolve to imagine what I wanted while I fingered; still, though, like a horny girl that can't stop staring at her dog, my eyes snapped open and flicked towards the door. 'No way. You're not.' My mind grumbled but I stood up a little achy but fine nonetheless. I stepped out from my dorm and walked confidently to Sam's, knocking on the door with my fist. He opened up as I was pounding viciously on it, looking a little wary.
"K..Kristine? Oh, thank God you're okay, I've been so-" He wasn't able to continue as I boldly stepped inside, closing the door. His eyes went a little wide as I pushed him, surprisingly firmly, to his bed.
"Don't worry about it. Right now, I'm interested in what you can do to make it up for me~" I cooed, my mind making some kind of snarky comment as to how whorish I could get when I really wanted some. I didn't care if he saw as I fished in his drawer, throwing a condom onto his chest. "Mmmf. Suit up, big boy, things are gonna get rough." I growled into his ear after I'd climbed up on the bed, beginning to strip down myself.
"Kristine, I think the pain pills are getting to your hea-"
"I'm not taking any pills." I interrupted. "I know how bad you've been wanting this...and...well...I think I love you, Mister werewolf. So get that thing on right now-I don't want you inflating me like a balloon with puppies." I growled, all of the talk basically stunning the poor boy, though I rumbled in confidence as I saw the bulge in his jeans react to my little bits of dirty talk. I easily slipped out of my jeans, shirt and bra, watching as he took off his jeans to reveal a deliciously tight pair of boxers. "Mmf, they have little doggy bones on them. How cute~" I giggled as I traced one of the patterns with a finger, feeling the hot flesh pulse beneath my hand. He began to take off his shirt and I interrupted, bending his arms gently behind him with the shirt as a kind of makeshift pair of handcuffs. "What a nice body you got there...Such a shame that you hide it all the time, honestly." I mumbled, the muscled man trying to wiggle his way out of the fabric handcuff. "Ah, ah ah~ Nono, pup. You fucked up my leg, I get a little bit of control this time. Deal?" I murmured, earning a little nod from the yellow-eyed beast.
'You are such a skank.' My mind chided with a little chuckle and I ground my panty-clad groin up against his, groaning aloud at the sensation. He bit his lip, panting gently as my hand found his hard abs, beginning to actively rub and scratch at them like some kind of humanoid belly rub. He reacted well, that meat giving a hard pulse beneath me and a loud groan issuing from his throat. I kissed over that nice little lump in his throat, continuing to grind until I pulled back, giving a snarky little tap to his bulge and the gigantic wet spot at the end. "Hehheh, got you quite riled up~" I teased, stripping both of us down to the bare flesh. Jesus, he was gigantic. "Oh, you dogs. I have to do everything, don't I?" I chided gently with a wink ,tearing that condom and stretching it over his length clumsily.
"It...It won't change you." He murmured quietly, looking up at me. I immediately got what he meant and took that stupid piece of rubber, tossing it off the bed and grinding bare fleshes with him. It felt amazing, the vein texture along the shaft, the nice, large head and overall feel of the massive flesh. "Nnnggh...I suppose I can let you take the reins." I giggled, yanking that shirt/handcuff and pullig him onto all fours. 'Smooth~' My mind complimented and I grinned, taking the thing off now. I managed to wriggle onto my belly, arching my back end up so that I could feel the dripping head of his legnth touching against my slit. "D..Don't be afraid to go hard, Sammy..." I warned, the boy certainly taking my advice as a large hand closed over mine on the bed, the thing forcing into my tight, scarlet walls. Holy shit. I let out a scream that was somewhere between pleasure and pain, because it felt like I shoved a flashlight into myself and I also orgasmed on the very first thrust. I could feel myself spill out around his thick thing, as he pushed in, doing me doggystyle. How ironic, I must admit.
"Kr..Kristine...Agh..." He grunted with every hard thrust into me, making me bite my lip in pleasure. I lost count after my third orgasm from his deliciously large dick, hands shaking like a vibrator on the bed. I could barely keep myself up as he went at it, grunting like a true canine of his species. I think I even felt his hot drool drip onto the back of my neck, which was such an immense turn on I thought that I'd die. It wasn't much longer till he rammed in with the force, it felt like, to bust in a bank safe. I clenched around him, veritably milking the boy for all he was worth as he finally came into me, some of his seed spurting audibly out from around his plug-like meat, the rest disappearing into the recesses of my body. I felt nervous for a moment, just one, when I wondered if I could get pregnant-it was a distinct possibility, though I put it out of my mind as I was pumped full like a damn balloon. Oh, it felt great.
After what felt like an eternity getting seed shot into me I managed to pull off of his spear with large difficulty, the man falling back onto the bed with a crash. I turned weakly and noticed his tongue hanging out, giggling as I also collapsed, head landing on his warm abs. I absentmindedly noted that his pubic hair was more like a ridge of fur than anything, and I gave the soft stuff a little pet with one of my hands before resting it on him, my eyes closing.
'Ah, I think is bestiality.'
'Whatever.'