The Vacation Chronicles Prologue; After Hours
The prologue for "The Vacation Chronicles".
Tells the tale of two executives turned gay lovers, desperately seeking approval from their boss- a shady, yet somewhat warm figure who heads a militant defense agency, and runs a tight ship.
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And thus, my next story idea has thrust itself upon me.
This story is property of CrakTheRaven and DoomKnight4255, since I wrote it for them.
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T he wind whistled around the unkempt black hair of the tall, slender cat. He looked up from the cobblestone walkway as he heard the footsteps approaching; right on time.
"Ah, Doom. So glad you could make it... Brickster is right inside the palace, and the meeting is about to begin. As top officials in this organization, being timely is quite important..."
"Crak, you know I have to be prepared for these things. It's not every day you meet with big name politicians requesting militant protection for some diplomatic trip, or some shit like that."
"Actually, it is. That's our job!"
"Smartass..."
And with that, Crak thrust his kitty paw into Doom's bunny paw, and they strolled together past the palace gates.
" D oom! Crak! Hurry to the meeting room!", the huge german shephard named Brickster whispered with a tone of urgency. "They're right on the other side of that door. Walk calmly and casually to your seats, sit the fuck down, and we'll talk about your punctuality when this whole thing is over."
"Sir", Crak began, "what about our leave req-"
"If you value your lives, and your job, you will get your asses into those seats."
"Yessir, of course sir!", said Doom and Crak together, before rushing off to their seats.
"Hello sir, what can I, and my associates, do for you today?"
T he politician, an official-looking Doberman in a very nice suit, signed above the dotted line before grabbing his carbon copy of the document and strolling briskly to his car, with not so much as a tip of his hat to indicate the end of the negotiations.
"Well, boys, it seems like you two impressed him. This is the first time one man has hired out two entire squads of militants for protection... I wonder what he's going to be doing in Ukraine, anyway?
"I dunno-", Crak said before being cut off by Doom.
"Brickster, you know Crak and I are going to need a few weeks off, right?"
Brickster's eyes narrowed as he looked the two over. "You both need time off, at the same time? Does this having something to do with your sexual affinities...?"
Doom and Crak looked at one another, and then back to Brickster. "We're in love." the two said together.
Frowning ever-so-slightly, Brickster sighed to himself. "Shoulda known my two best men would've been fucking each other after hours...", Brickster muttered to himself, before continuing, "...but, it doesn't change the fact that you're invaluable to this agency. You've got two weeks, starting tomorrow. However, today, I need you two to clean the palace- spotless. I'll be handling another client tomorrow, and since you two won't be here, I'll be relying on a good first impression. Lock up when you're done; cleaning supplies are in the closet!", he said, throwing the keys to a flustered Doom before walking out, and slamming the huge palace doors behind him.
** D** oom opened the closet, only to receive an avalance of cleaning supplies falling out onto the palace floor. One of the mops smacked the light switch, leaving the pale moonlight through the windows as the only source of light.
"Craaaaaaaaaak? Where are you? I've got the mops!"
"Cute kitten tackle, go!"
"Wha-"
*thud*
Out of the darkness, the jet black cat punces upon his prey, knocking the bunny to the floor, and pinning him there.
"Hey cutie, heard you found the mops!"
"Crak, save sexy time for when we get home... we've got cleaning to do!"
"Doomykins, you know we both have fantasies about this. Fucking on the huge meeting table, our moans of pleasure reverbarating throughout the halls as you fill me up. Take me, Doom. Now."
"You're a slut. And I love you. Come on, off to the meeting room we go!"
Picking up a mop, Crak trailed Doom, looking him up and down with lust.
A s Doom stripped out of his clothes, the already naked Crak lay down, exposing his rump for his viewing pleasure.
Doom turned around, eying the pink pucker above the kitty's swishing black tail. Mm, so delicious... Doom gently stroked Crak's semi-hard cock from the base to the tip as he felt the barbs hardening in his hand. He maneuvered his lips down to Crak's anal pucker, stroking it lightly with his free hand, before beginning to flick his tongue around it, as Crak squirmed and moaned from the double pleasuring.
As Doom teased his rear and cock, Crak wrapped his tail around Doom's dick, the soft fur making him murr in pleasure as the stroking began.
Knowing he wouldn't last long with the tickling sensation around his penis, Doom removed his hand from Crak's front, and used it instead to hold Crak's tail back as he aligned himself with his rear.
"Crak, before we start... could you hand me that mop?" Doom asked, breaking the silence.
"Sure...?" Crak said, pushing it towards him with his front paw.
Doom licked his fingers, and fingered himself, lubricating his anal passage with his own saliva. He then propped the mop up against a chair, and began sliding the plastic handle up his ass, moaning as it pushed at his g-spot.
"Now then...", he said with a moan, "...are you ready, Crakky?"
Though rather taken aback by the display with the mop, he nodded, spreading himself wide for Doom's entry. With a slow push, Doom popped his dick's head into the kitten's ass, who was using his tail to stroke himself.
"Oooooh", the kitty moaned, feeling himself spread apart. "Fuck me, Doom. I can handle you."
The thrusting started slowly, as Doom savored the initial tightness of his lover's ass. Crak stroked himself in sync with Doom's thrusting, speeding up and slowing down in perfect rhythm.
The mop continued jamming into Doom's ass with each thrust forward and pull back, he plunged the handle in and out of his ass, ramming his sweet spot as he rammed Crak's, causing a continuous cycle of vicious moans and howls of painful pleasure.
Doom's precum dribbled out in a bountiful supply, lubricating Crak's ass even more with every thrust, as Crak's juices dribbled from his tip to his fur, squirting a little as his tail stroked his barbs.
His lust for being stuffed overcame him, and Doom pulled Crak's ass 6 inches off the table, holding him up with one hand and his cock, as he used the other hand to shove another 6 inches into his ass, sliding over his sweet spot as it penetrated further, causing Doom to howl continuosly, as he vigorously ass fucked Crak, who furiously stroked his dick.
Doom's bunny ears laid back, as he moaned and shot gobs of cum into into Crak's ass, pulling him back and then impaling himself on the mop- the pleasure reaching nearly unfathomable highs.
Crak yelled "FUCK!" as he neared his peak, but Doom pulled his tail off of his cock, and held the kitty's paws back.
"No no, you're not done..." Doom whispered, as he lifted himself off of the mop, and carried Crak to Brickster's 'throne' at he head of the table. He sat Crak down, whose cock had stopped throbbing from the lack of stimulation.
Crak lay back in the huge marble chair, which was easily big enough for two people. Doom propped the exhausted kitten against the back of the chair, pointing his dick straight up, before Doom dropped himself, taking the entire rod (which was twice as thick as the mop handle, for comparison's sake) in his ass at once, rubbing the barbs sensually with his ass walls. Though the cat had lost the edge of almost-orgasm as Doom carried him up to the seat, the anal passage squeezing his sensitive barbs brought it back. He suddenly felt so much love for the spotted black and white bunny riding his dick, that he expressed it with the only way he knew would do.
"Doomykins... kiss me." Their tongues wrangled in one another's mouth as Doom bounced up and down on Crak's cock. The passion in the kiss aroused Doom's already spent member once again, hardening in the space between his chest, and his lover's. Noticing the appearance, Crak broke the kiss to suck Doom's member as he was rode.
The hypersensitivy from its original sexual venture into Crak's ass made the member easy to please, and within a minute of sucking, licking, and precum drinking, Doom shot another load into Crak's mouth with a groan, which he swallowed hungrily.
"Yes, that's a good slut..." Doom moaned as he licked the dribbling cum from Crak's maw.
"Oh, Doom!" Crak yelled, as one more thrust over his barbs cause him to explode, the delayed orgasm causing a lot more cum to rush into Doom's ass then there should have been. With a content smile on his face, Doom petted Crak's head, and pulled him into another kiss, laying down on the marble chair, holding him tightly as Crak's cock plugged his ass, and with a full feeling, the two curled up and fell asleep in their boss' chair.
" C rak you dolt! We've got an even bigger mess to clean now!" Doom said, waking the kitten up from his slumber.
"Alright, we can handle this! I'll dust the furnishings and, uh... you can mop!"