Unrelenting Carnage
DISCLAIMER:
This is a mature work of literature; if you are under the age of 18 (or 21), then do NOT read further! YOU TOO YOU HORN-BALLS FOR CHILDREN! Also, this story is slightly different from the norm. Instead of normal M/M interaction, we see some sagitory rape as well :P. If either of these do not catch your fancy, then leave as well!
In this chapter, we see another horrible day in Gann's point of view. It takes place a few days after Chapter 1.
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IMPORTANT: Read the first chapter first, it may clear up any confusion in this story!
A Hard Day's Night
Chapter 2: Unrelenting Carnage
A royal avian; the monarchial flutter. A butterfly, of a lavender pertinence, majestically shewn itself into a fated realm; a diseased carapace. Its innocent waver; a generous landing: leasing unto its existence an impetuous detriment. A shrieking shoal but romping its chivalrous figure into a blasphemous spiral; its feathers were contriturated as it stilled into the dank catacombs of affinity.
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The sky gleamt a voracious crimson. The sunderance of martyrdom to chastised sky agglutinated in a vestige. The brilliant sun spat its shine into the retiring room; turned black by shady, foreboding curtains. The shattering buzz of a heckling clock broke the serenity of the sanctum. A dark, haggard hand crawled up a dusty cabinet to the source of the unsettling shriek, and with a weary swipe, knocked the machine to the cold hard-wood floor; batteries popping out of it.
Two lovers lay lethargically in their early-morning daze, coolly attired with but thin boxers, and nothing more. An orange tiger lay on his side; his mate, a black dragon, at his back, transferring the heat between their bodies. With a grumble, the dragon stirred and left his spot.
Rising himself from his padded grave, Sirvus gave but a moan and stretch as his draconian form flaunted its muscular tone; "Nngh nhermble!" He cast his right arm out over the lump of orange fur, curled up in a ball, giving him a quick shake; "Get up, love. It's six o'clock; we need to get up."
The drowsy tiger growled playfully as the claw ruffled his side fur. With a sudden burst of agility, he lunged from his spot, pouncing at the dragon's face; licking his maw; "Good morning, hun!" He gave the dragon a quick, tongued kiss, leaving him with a sigh as he went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee; "Want some, Sirvus?"
The tired dragon trudged up to the tiger, embracing him from behind; "Sure!" The drinks were made, and together they stood, engorging in their caffeinated swigs.
The two drank in their priming tonics, enjoying the bitter taste of the steaming beverages. Sirvus, observing the abominable conditions of the morning, uttered; "Today doesn't seem very pleasant," he sighed hopelessly, "but I have to go to out for that job interview all the same. Gann, you're lucky you don't have to drive in the morning."
Massaging the dragon's shoulder, Gann reassured "Well, my handsome dragon, at least you don't have to run an entire business by yourself!" Gulping down the rest of his coffee, Gann eyed the clock; "Hey, love, we still have over an hour." With a seductive glance, he cooed, "Think we can, I don't know, spend some 'quality' time in the shower?" His sex-drive began to stir in his loins; a small bulge was beginning to poke at his boxers.
With a lustful murr, the dragon grasped the tiger's wrist, and with a snort, he nearly dragged Gann into the bathroom. The two ardent mates tumbled into the small room, giggling frolicsomely. Sirvus reached into the shower stall, turning clumsily its knob until hot water was spewing from the shower head. Turning back, he pressed his lips to the tiger's, eliciting murrs from the both of them. Gann opened his mouth slightly at the touch of Sirvus' muscular tongue prodding at his lips, allowing entrance to the elongated beast. Their tongues danced in each others' mouths like a ballet, their saliva intermingling in the other's. Breaking the kiss for but a second, the two lovers hastened to remove what little they had of clothing.
Arousal began to illuminate the steaming air. The aroma of musk and scent impregnated the atmosphere around them as they bustled their way into the igneous water; the steaming liquid poured down onto their marrying faces, matting Gann's fur and slicking Sirvus' scales.
Reaching behind, Sirvus grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezing a portion of it onto his hand. While still mixing saliva with his love, he began lathering it onto himself and into the tiger's fur, scrubbing them both down to a squeaky clean. He lazily cleansed himself, not concerning himself with washing thoroughly. He then focused his attentions on his mate's soaked pelt. Starting at the head , he scrubbed Gann's pelt, washing gently the masses of hair. His claw moved through the clumped fur like a spider on its web; he scoured the tiger's neck, then shoulders. Coming to his chest, he began to massage his pectorals in circular motions, causing Gann to moan softly. His claws worked at the mounds of flesh, kneading at the hardening nipples. Kneeling, Sirvus jutted his glossy tongue, flicking at the tips of each teat. He savored the clean and soapy taste, encasing the round knobs with his snake to revel in it.
Sirvus gazed up at Gann's heavenly face, noticing the tiger staring directly back at him, eyes open ajar. He was purring; the feel of the warm and enticing sponge
against his chest electrified his arousal. Sirvus, in the midst of his treatment, was nearly jabbed in the stomach by a hot and pointed object. Looking down, he met the tiger's pink member, beaming its dimensions back at him. Murring with excitement, Sirvus pulled his head down to its barbed tip, and with his hands, still sopping with shampoo, began stroking the throbbing cock.
The sensations of pulling, rubbing, and squeezing brought about a series of moans and grunts from Gann's throat. The smooth, nearly gliding massages of Sirvus' hand sent the tiger's mind through a daze of eroticism. With his other, Sirvus seized the tiger's sac, bringing forth an ecstatic gasp from him. The dragon caressed, lavished, and jostled Gann's delicates, handling them sensuously with care as the tiger traveled to heaven.
A single droplet of pre formed at the slit of the fervent member. Seeing the appetizing bubble, Sirvus' tongue darted out to retrieve its prize. Glazing over it, the squishy organ lapped up the small traces of its spoils, and with a hungry grunt, Sirvus carnivorously took the steaming rod down his gullet in one swift motion. He sucked eagerly, trying to coax its essence out from its core. Gann was beginning to weave: the royal treatment of the dragon's mouth on his member weakened his stability. The tingling sensations he was experiencing was driving his senses wild; he could feel the pressure building inside of him, the first sign of a roaring climax.
Gann, in the heat of the action, began moving his hips, meeting the starving chin with each motion. His pleasure increased as his tempo accelerated: he could feel Sirvus' tongue lash around his member, taking in the taste of each of its small features. Gann grabbed the back of the dragon's head, beginning to face-fuck the grumbling beast, growling in anticipation. Feeling the tension rise, feeling Sirvus clamping down on him, his hips began to buck. With a finalizing pump, accompanied by a lustful groan, the tiger reached a shattering orgasm.
Sirvus felt the cock deep in his throat twitch violently. Bracing himself and locking his jaws, he felt the sticky essence explode inside his gullet. The creamy substance splayed throughout his mouth, coating the walls of his mouth and tongue. He swallowed Gann's essence as it continually flowed, quickly filling his orifice. He endeavored to get it all down, but overflowing, a few trails of the semen escaped the corners of his mouth.
The orgasm subsided, leaving Gann nearly toppling over in his exhaustion: his sight was skewing and his mind was blanking. Sirvus, swallowing the remains of Gann's cum, rose up to gently hold the tired tiger in his arms, caressing the matted back. He felt the water beginning to cool, and reaching back, he turned the knob to choke the shower's stream.
The two lovers shared another passionate, open-mouthed, post-orgasmic kiss as they stepped out of the stall. Gann could taste his own semen on the dragon's tongue as their mouths coupled. They parted; a string of saliva still joining their lips before it ripped and fell. Gann peered into Sirvus' eyes, as Sirvus did into his; their souls touched; minds crossed; a moment of pure admiration.
Sirvus' eyes widened suddenly; "I need to get going!" Quickly drying himself, he flung on his work uniform, and paced out of the house, yelling back "Love you Gann!" The tiger watched depressingly as his love jogged out the door. He wished that mornings like these would never end: that time would stop around them. With a dreary sigh, he dried and dressed himself, then walking over to his computer to begin his lonely day at work.
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An ecstatic whimper rattled throughout the apartment; a chair could be heard moving; there was a noise of excited panting. Tension was filling the air, and small giggles echoed through it. Gann's orange tail flicked agitatedly; his body bouncing high and low with great enthusiasm. His tongue was lolled out on the side of his mouth, and he was purring. His breathing faltered, his pupils dilated; his heart was pounding. His movements ceased as he came to a screaming roar; "Oh my God!"
"I finally won a game of online poker!" His palms were sweating, and drool from his tongue dripped onto his sleeve. Triumphantly, he rose from his seat to find a cold beverage to calm himself with. Rummaging through the refrigerator, he eyeballed a can of root beer, his favorite brand, too: 'Cestin.' Anxiously removing the chilled drink and popping the cap, he took a sip from its delicious contents; "Ahh." He hungrily took another sip.
A sudden burst of noise came from the front door, causing Gann to topple shortly, spilling droplets of its sweet content. Placing the dripping can on the counter, he left to tend to the molestation on his front door.
Opening the door, the tiger noticed a small dent in middle of it, and a baseball, a mere four feet from it. He wondered for but a few seconds at how this could have happened, then one hated name came to his mind: Shale, the eight year-old brat living across the street. Surely enough, the demonic little red fox hopped his way up to Gann's doorstep, wearing his usual artful grin; "Oh, hiya Mr. Tiger! Did my baseball hit your door again?"
Becoming irritated, he hissed back, "Why, yes it did, Boy! Now, go take your little ball and go play someplace where you wont hit my door, okay?" He was gritting his teeth; he didn't want to end up screaming at the little fox again, not after what happened the last time: the brat's mother, head raised high and mighty, trying to humiliate him in front of his neighbors with threats of litigation.
"Okay Mr. Tiger!" Shale contentedly spun around in a small hop; skipping along the pavement as he left. Gann, relieved, began to return indoors when he heard a sharp "Yeeeooowww!" He directed his attention back to the fox, seeing the bright red fur sitting on the ground cradling his foot, sobbing harshly. Gann rushed concernedly over to the whimpering child, looking almost motherly as he bend over him; "What happened?"
Gann could hear the phone ringing inside, but deciding that his hands were too full at the moment, he let the call go to his answering machine. BRRT! 'Hey, you've reached Gann's and Sirvus' residence. We're obviously not here, or we're just too busy to come to the phone so... Leave a name and number and we'll get back to you!' BRRT! "Oh, hello Gann! I guess you're not there which is... Odd... But none the less, I'll be coming home earlier than expected: my interview was canceled. Well, anyway, see you in a while! Love you!" CLICK.
Back outside: trying to control his blubbering, the fox spluttered "I.. I was.. was just skipping and.. and.. I trip.. tripped on a rock and.. and.. I fell and I.. I.." Gann's eyes became listless as the incessant bumbling continued; "I hurt my leg!" His wails became more vibrant, causing Gann's ears to ring. Growing chafed, he put a paw of the fox's mouth, hushing his howls.
Speaking calmly, Gann blandly whispered, "How about I take you inside and take a look at your foot? Would you like that? You just have to stop crying!" Shale's short ears perked slightly, and giving a shaky nod, uttered a faint smile. He gently lifted the little fox onto his shoulder, carrying him smoothly into his apartment.
Striding into the bathroom, the tiger placed Shale's small form upon the sink top; "Now, I'll just have a look at that foot." He then bent down to examine the little paw. The fox's grimace suddenly turned to a mischievous grin, eyes now pragmatic. With his other foot, he brushed lightly against Gann's chest, startling him; "Whoa, hey! Careful where you put that foot!"
Giggling, Shale teasingly did it again, this time a little rougher; "Stop it, fox! That's not a place for you to touch!" He snickered again, enjoying the tiger's annoyance. Gann ascended from the beguiling limb, saying cheerfully in relief, "Looks like you just twisted your ankle there, Shale! Now, I'll just go get some ice for that, and then you can be on your way!" He left the small room in a haste, rushing to get the brat out of the house. Storming into the freezer, Gann drew out of it an ice tray. Putting a few cubes into a plastic baggie, he returned to the bathroom, only to find it empty; "Huh? Where'd he-" THUD! A singing agony raped every side of his head: he felt dizzy, his eyesight was fading. With a confused topple he barreled heavily to the floor.
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Gann's eyes opened slowly, his mind sluggishly recovered its senses: there was an unrelenting pain in his skull; he felt lightheaded. Looking around, he noticed he was still in his apartment: on his couch. He, with senses completely in tact, felt a chilling breeze on his legs, and with a dart to warm them, he saw that, to his surprise, his clothes were gone. Staring with wonder, he was suddenly assaulted by something warm and small on his head. Reaching up to get it off, he realized that it was Shale. He lifted the small fox off of his head and lowered him to the ground, and realizing he was still nude, he jumped back and blushed slightly; "You.. You need to leave, right now!"
The fox's expression became that of a sudden siren: he brought his nose up to the confused tiger's jaw; "Now, I can't do that for you, Mr. Tiger." His voice changed from a frilled brat's into a soft seducer's, all in one sentence; "I need to make the most out of the... Drugs." Shale began descending lower down the tiger's body, giving slight pricks and prods to his torso as he went. Gann didn't realize what was happening: his rationale was depleted from that horrid blow to the back of the head.
His mind quickened to the fact that the fox was seducing him; "Hey! What are you doing?!" He didn't reply: he only continued his workings down the clueless tiger's form, until reaching the exposed sheathe. With a quick lick, Shale flicked his tongue across its girth, causing Gann to gasp; "Whoa, stop! I can't be caught like this, it's illegal!"
Chuckling to himself, the fox simply said, "Maybe, but we both know you want it. So, be a good 'big' tiger and enjoy the experience." At that, he smacked his small paw onto Gann's slightly hardening capsule, using the other to caress his chest. Gann, trying to fight the wrong urges: he couldn't get himself to move his arms to stop the fox, and he couldn't force himself to move. He was beginning to become aroused by the thought of how naughty the experience was. He let out a quiet moan as he felt Shale's wet tongue press against the opening of his sheathe, signaling to the fox that he had won Gann's obedience.
The tiger's pink member was beginning to emerge from its crevice. Shale, seeing the object he had so long anticipated, bent down to taste his prey. He lapped at its barbed tip as it slowly grew in size, enticing Gann to lose all control over his senses. Going in for complete dominance over his 'big kitty,' he cupped his furry sac, humongous in comparison with the young paws, massaging its contents.
Gann's member became fully erect in a matter of seconds; his mind was exploding in a blurry vortex; "What... What have you done to me?"
Shale chuckled, "Why, I've only done what was necessary to get what I want. While you were... Napping... I injected a small amount of... 'Love serum'... Into your blood."
"Why... Why are you doing this?"
"Why? Perhaps I'm a demon; a goblin here to rob you of your dignity, or, perhaps I'm just a needy little child; hungry for some delicious 'cream.'" He laughed once more, returning to his business. He began to take the head of the pink organ into his mouth, having to open wide to accommodate its size. He continued swallowing the digit, inch by inch, until his chin nudged Gann's sac, giving a muffled grunt from the hot rod invading his throat.
The tiger was nearly asleep as his sex was serviced by the heinous fox. The child's scruffy red head was bobbing up and down on its eye candy, drinking in its sweets. His cheeks were concaved around the throbbing member, sucking at their hardest. Shale's tongue darted around it in his mouth, scooping up its delicate tastes. He could taste the pre being deposited down his throat, and he wanted more. He began to viscously devour Gann's cock at a rapid pace, nearly slamming his lips and nose into the tiger's pelvis.
Gann could feel the pressure of his second climax of the day coming on as he began growling and rocking his hips. He had lost all forms of self-control as he fell into an instinctual overdrive, ravaging the young child's mouth. With a roar and a final thrust, he spilled his essence into the waiting fox's gullet. Shale gripped his jaw tight as he took on the raging tidal wave of semen flooding his throat. With vigor, he zealously gulped down the sticky cream, leaving no trace to be found. Gann was panting hard, his body exhausted. His mind was beginning to come to, realizing what had just happened.
A medial thumping then came from the front door. Through it came a tramping Sirvus, coming in just in time to see Shale lifting off of Gann's spent member, strings of saliva and sperm still connecting the two. Gann looked up at the dragon, and an expression of pure horror and embarrassment surfaced. The same could be seen on Sirvus', except showing more disbelief and choler.
Gann tried to open his mouth, to just say something that can help explain the situation better; "Sir.. Sirvus, I-" His decrepit voice was cut off by the boom of a slamming door, as Sirvus stormed from the apartment in tears. He tried to get up, but the demonic fox held him down; "Come now, you don't need him, so long as I'm here." Hearing those torturous words drove Gann over the edge: with a sharp jab and a violent kick, he sent Shale barreling through the air, smashing into the wall on the opposite end of the room.
He roared the threat, "Next time you better hope I don't kill you!" With that, he raced out of the house in an attempt to catch his fleeing love. He blasted out into the sticky air in time to see Sirvus' black mustang speed off into the distance. He tried to chase after it for a few paces, however, the debilitating drugs limited his speed and energy. Hopelessly giving up, he came to a stop, watching as his dragon drove off into the distance. Distraught, devastated, and broken: Gann fell to the ground, sobbing maniacally over the loss of his only love.
To be continued...
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Afterword: This was a rather... interesting piece to write. Now being my third story, I'm beginning to master the important concepts of writing. I especially enjoyed writing about the creepy little fox's 'adventure' with Gann. ^^ As you might have read earlier, I'm turning this into my first series. I already have good ideas for chapters 3 and 4. I hope you all liked this one (sorry there was no buttsmecks for those of you who love that fetish, it just didn't fit in with the story that well.) I can't help but to feel disappointed at my own stories so... I'll still be accepting any suggestions and constructive criticism. :D
-All comments and suggestions appreciated- ^^
Also: A special thanks to Wolfe Escada for being a great editor, and for finding a HUGE mistake in the story that I fixed. Thank you! :3