Farley's Vision of Love Making
Okay, yes they're furries, Farley is a scaely and Aeron is up to you. Think wolffy, foxxy-type anthros, though. okay, here goes. First porno story ever..
It didn't make since why something that should be so disgusting and painful should feel so good in the first place. But for it to be with this person, as well? It did hurt, but Farley's body either didn't notice or didn't mind. It was just as well, anyway. His restrained cries of pleasure only helped his performance to seem more believable.
He hated acting this way. Having to pretend like he not only was okay with this treatment, but loved it. His loins seemed to love it, at least. It was what he was made to do, after all. And what a shallow existence it was, and always would be. Born for no other purpose but to be a love-slave to someone who, frankly, didn't deserve one. A person who was a drama queen, a liar, someone who would tell you anything if he thought you would think he was kool if it were true. He was over emotional, indecisive, and in most respects, sort of a pedophile, if his stories of being over a hundred-years-old were to be believed. And as a side note, 'he' wasn't even male! He was just... 'it'. Or 'singular they'. Farley was obviously some implement created for the sole purpose of boosting this person's confidence.
Farley was hard-programed to love this person.
But with all the will-power he had, he resisted, just enough to not get in trouble with neither his creator nor his 'lover's'. When he was first born, things were simple. Two, and only two, directions ruled his life. 'Be this man's best friend and this... creature's lover'. So, Farley, believing himself created for the sole purpose of being loved, accepted this charge. He was brand new, and knew no better. He proved a decent friend for the true man he'd been created for friendship for. But soon, he'd grow not fond of his lover, as he'd been instructed, but gradually more spiteful. For with this person's 'love' came all his issues. Issues he seemed quite happy keeping. Issues Farley, alone and young, could not solve. No one, except his own creator, was his advocate in this.
Oh, the first week was ecstasy. But as Farley got to know his lover, sometimes calling himself 'Aeron', he realized it was not all roses. Aeron, being, apparently, some form of hermaphrodite, wanted Farley to join him in his unnatural state. Farely, born only to please, did as he was asked. And it felt good, since he hadn't had time to give his balls or penis names. Aeron wanted to have a child, but reported he was too stressed or unhealthy to, and his creator advised against it. So, Farley provided. And they were happy for a wile.
But then, no party could think of anything else to do. The sex became meaningless, and Farley, born a male, was stuck in the form of... well.. some sort of shape-shifter. In one night, he could be penetrated in any number of ways as well as penetrate back. And as night after night and day after day of this went on, Aeron seemed to loose the passion. And as Farley became more sentient, he realized his position in this relationship was wrong. But felt he would be punished for even thinking so. So he held it all in. never saying a single down-cast thing.
Now, Farley hated Aeron.
currently, Aeron whimpered back into Farley's hair was Farley cried out against his own will. 'At least someone is enjoying them-self,' Farley thought bitterly, even as his front parts oozed a little and his inner parts twitched. He milked a bit of a back-wards gasp as he felt Aeron go off inside him. Despite his feelings of mild disgust at having someone he did not love anymore leave something behind inside him, his own body responded similarly, spurting over the immediate vicinity of his legs. After a few more, strained seconds of release, Aeron collapsed in exhaustion and Farley went down with him. Together, Farley cringed at the thought, they caught their breaths.
After a moment, Aeron went into his snugly, after-glow-mode self. He smiled and murred and pulled away from Farley to lay beside his crumpled body. Aeron smiled up at Farley, still parting, and awkwardly grinned. Farley sweetly grinned back.
"How was that?" Aeron asked, earnestly wanting feedback. He was a natural 'bottom'.
Farley pushed back the urge to laugh in Aeron's face and tell him all the things he'd done wrong. For starters? Vertical sex sucked. Other offenses included it not lasting very long, being too hard at the start, not asking for feed-back more than once or twice, clutching his legs to hard, making too many vocalizations, being too needy for a top (as usual), and, most importantly, being ugly.
Aeron seemed to wince a little when Farley gave his answer. "Wonderful!" he lied, sweetly, to his lover, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Really?," Aeron scootched closer to the flame-headed young scaley. Farley nodded insistently, as usual. "mm-hmm!"
Aeron smiled and laid back. "Good," he sighed. After a few moments of introspection, he inquired something else to Farley. "you wanna.. do me, now?" he gave a shy shrug.
'of course you're not satisfied. Haven't you gotten enough out of me, yet, you heathen?,' Farley thought angrily. He was tired. He had little will to 'do' Aeron. He was much bigger than Farley. Why that should matter, Farley didn't know. Perhaps he had a hard time wrapping his brain around the idea that the older, more matured Aeron preferred to take it better than give it. Perhaps Aeron was just lazy, thought Farley. He smiled his usual, dwampy (fake) smile and climbed into his usual place astride Aeron. Aeron looked up in glee at Farley's eager reply.
On the inside, Farley boiled. It was Aeron's host, his creator's fault Farley had been taken from his home, his family and his own creator. How he missed his brothers and sisters. How he missed playing their usual RP about digimon. And how stuck he was with this new, ugly host and her unruly, undisciplined pet.
Aeron took ahold of Farley's hips, gently, caressing him, and gazed into his eyes. "I love you.." He spurted, hopefully.
Jolted, Farley felt just a pang of guilt at the statement. Aeron, emotional as he was, lived in a dream wold all his own and whole-heartedly believed, actually felt he knew Farley loved him back. Not wanting to disappoint (and give himself away), Farley leaned into Aeron, slipping inside, and returned the sentiment. "I love you, too!" he spouted back, joyously. He felt the pleasure zing into his insides as he slid in, his body re-aligning itself as it sensed Aeron's new pheromones telling it who was going to be who.
Aeron squirmed, happily, spreading his legs and panting, letting his arms go down to his sides, trying to relax. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, though. Then, there it was. As he looked up into Farley's eyes again, that same old look. Farley saw it every time he and Aeron were about to get intimate. Fear. Fear of being hurt. Partially the fear things would get too rough, but mostly that Farley wasn't really into it. That he didn't really love Aeron. Every time Farley saw that look, his heart skipped a beat, and he feared his face would betray his own fear. Only his was of being found out. He felt sure he would be killed if anyone knew. His whole purpose in life was to love Aeron... and if he didn't?
As he thought these ghastly thoughts, he distracted himself with letting his instincts take over, rubbing himself into Aeron's front. Aeron exhaled, a bit of his voice escaping with his breath, releasing some of his tension. Farley relaxed. Aeron hadn't noticed anything different. He watched Aeron's face carefully, though. He watched as Aeron quickly became over-whelmed with passion and closed his eyes. When he did, Farley felt it was safe to stop smiling at him, at least a little. He tried to ignore the wonderful feelings spreading through his lower extremities. With each gentle trust, a small, but sensitive bit of flesh of his swiped into Aeron's, who's had retracted into itself in response to the firm pressure from Farley's ... creature-hood. Again, Farley tried to block-out these thoughts... they aroused him...
But as usual, as soon as he felt like he could drift away and feel like he wasn't doing this, this nasty act of non-hetero-ism, Aeron began to call out to him, both verbally and with touch. Farley had grown quite talented at not cringing at Aeron's touch. Currently, he had reached up, opening his eyes, and held Farley's face in his hands. "you.. okay?," he panted up at Farley. Farley replaced his usual, dopy grin and nodded enthusiastically, just like he did the first and second time he and Aeron made love. Aeron smiled and pressed his body upwards into Farley's. Farley winced. He half convinced himself it was because he did not like the feeling. But his own flesh betrayed him. He thought angrily that Aeron hadn't taken him hard enough to make him cum all the way a few minuets before, during their first act, on purpose. Because now, he was leaking his juices into Aeron. He felt enraged as this thought made the heat in his body raise and his breath escape him.
'NO!' he shouted internally at himself, as he leaned over Aeron's body, unable to fight the pleasure. 'You DON'T like this!' But even as he told himself this, Aeron began to gently kiss his face, grasping his upper arms, now, to hold him in place. Farley closed his eyes and began to feel like weeping as his breath mingled humidly with Aeron's. He passed his weak sobs off as sobs of pleasure. Aeron, apparently concerned, nuzzled him.
'Go on,' muttered Farley in his mind. 'Ask me if i'm 'okay,' again. You know what i'll say... 'just fine'.. just like I always say..'
Aeron bucked gently up into Farley a few more times, trying to encourage him towards climax. Then, he held still. Resting? Farley thought Aeron must truly be lazy if he couldn't do reverse push-ups with Farley on top for more than 50 seconds. Then, he found Aeron massaging the sides of Farley's face. Farley, terrified, yet experiencing such intense, strained feelings rushing over his whole body, shivered at the touch.
"Easy, buddy.." Aeron cooed. He spread his hands and swiped them lightly over Farley's shoulders and down to the small of his hunched back. "it's okay.. it's okay.." he whispered to Farley, in the sickly-sweet tone he liked to use when he was being serious. Despite his fear of Aeron, Farley felt is muscles start to relax, his stomach to calm. He found himself looking into Aeron's eyes, looking.. for what? After a few more seconds of this, Aeron smiled. Farley realized his breathing was calmed and he was back in control of himself. "there ya go.." Aeron cooed again.
'you self-righteous prick...' thought Farley. 'you think you're in control of me, huh?'
Aeron smiled up at Farley.. who suddenly realized.. his gaze was locked with Aerons.. 'Shit,' he tried not to think. Aeron's eyes were so deep. So dark in the centers. So mind-numbingly bright and soulful, so lively yet so sad. So... old.. When ever he truly gazed into them, like he was now, Farley felt Aeron could feel his soul, read his mind, steal his thoughts. And yet, he couldn't look away. He couldn't move his face. Suddenly, he felt it.. what he'd been dreading more than his soon-to-come orgasm. Aeron was in his mind. His very essence was invading him. All day long, he'd been thinking about Aeron and how badly he wanted rid of him, free of him. Farley tried to close his eyes, tried to at least squint.
And then the gaze was broken. Aeron suddenly squeezed on Farley's tail base and butt, closing his own, intense eyes. "Go on!" he cheered playfully, wanting to be earnestly fucked again.
Fearing being asked twice, Farley slammed his eyes shut and bucked earnestly against Aeron's hips, letting himself release more fluids, this time on purpose. In response, almost immediately, Aeron began to make those annoying whimpers once again. With every second or third thrust, Aeron bucked back, spread his legs further, clutched Farley tighter, until he needed to talk him self down again, like he'd done for Farley. Farley felt himself being sucked in. literally. Aeron's.. vagina? Was pulling on him. Soon, he'd be stuck in there until Aeron's body decided to release him again. And, oh, how Aeron loved to snuggle afterwards. Farley decided to hurry up and get it over with. Maybe if he did his job well enough, Aeron would simply faint afterwards. He was prone to it, after all, when the release was powerful enough.
Farley decided to lean back down and kiss Aeron. A little romance usually helped get him off. When Aeron felt Farley's warm lips on his, he moaned and shuddered. Farley numbly left his lips there for Aeron to feel, and he soon began kissing back. Farley, in all his talents at acting, was poor at pretending to kiss. He figured Aeron would chalk it up to simple inexperience. Meanwhile, he continued to hump Aeron at the other end. He was firmly locked in place so he wouldn't slide out of the narrow opening. It tugged on him, trying to coax him into liking it. But he refused. Even as he spread his own legs instinctively and felt the heat raising again in his belly, he refused. Aeron bucked back during a particularly passionate section of the drawn-out kiss, and suddenly Farley's body reacted against his will. Again.
He pulled out of the kiss in shame as he felt his innards cringe and send spurts of bits of his seed into Aeron. He cried out and clung onto Aeron. It felt so annoyingly good.. the feeling flooded out form his loins and spread up into his belly then his chest and face and all over. It flashed into his mind, bright and a huge, too big for him to comprehend, like and explosion.. and then, darkness began to envelope the vision...
Aeron wrapped his arms around Farley's whole body and arched back, wrenching from side to side as if he was on fire. He was shouting in earnest, now. He could feel each twitch of Farley's 'creature'-hood, the internal mechanisms as well as the external one, the one currently wedged comfortingly within him. It continued to shoot little bits of stuff up into him. As he took note of this sensation, he crunched back upwards into Farley, almost sitting up. He cried his name quietly, over and over, twitching every now and again into the embrace. Holding him like he was afraid of losing him.
As the forces between them began to die down, Aeron realized his muscles were getting tired of laying-up like this and gently fell back into a soft hill of pillows. He held Farley, whispering his name, over and over still. Finally, it drew Farley back out of himself. He had retreated. For an instant, he liked the warmth and snugness of the sudden embrace he found himself in and grinned sweetly, nuzzling further into it. He wasn't quite back in a normal state of mind and could only think that he'd done a good job at some thing and he felt pride well up within him. Then, noticing the tightness around what had once, a long time ago, been his dick, he realized who it was he was embraced with. Sickness now rose within him.
He had enjoyed it. Every second of it. The way it worked up slowly, how he could do things pretty much his own way, the gentleness.. 'NO!' he shouted at himself internally again, as he began to shed tears. With no one to consort him, he could only turn to he who had hurt him. He wrapped his arms around Aeron, seeking comfort from this horrible deed. Even as he felt himself float in the bliss of after-glow, as Aeron's part held fast to his own, he cursed himself. As he tried to catch his breath with Aeron, they both fell asleep..
the next day, he was fully clothed again. It felt good to not be naked for once. He'd showered and washed as much of Aeron's gunk out of his extremities as possible.. but he still felt dirty. He knew Aeron would want to leave Farley's seed within himself as long as possible.. Aeron was still trying to get pregnant. His baby smiled at him.
He smiled back. It wasn't a fake one. "hey, sunshine~!" he told her. Like her parents, she was a freak too. But unlike Farley, she had been born that way, and seemed to love it. She looked at him like she knew something he didn't.
"what do you want?" he teased, getting her baby food out of the fridge. She grinned further.
'My parents love each other,' she thought to him, telepathically. It wasn't a question or a statement.
"Sure, Sun." he said half-heartedly to the toddler. She tilted her head.. then bared a set of 3 teeth in a grin. Like something was just so scandalous. He tilted his head right back. She had inherited Aeron's craziness, that was for sure.
Later that evening, he had grown tired of being alone, since SunFlower had other little fae to play with and had been gone all day. Farley was bored and had no one else to turn to. Bitterly, he looked for Aeron.
He found him, nestled in bed with his host, his creator, snoozing. Without her will, Aeron, a being crafted of magic and dreams, would simply die. Farley stared at them for a few minuets.
'why did you even make him?,' thought Farley. 'if not for him, I wouldn't be living this way.'
To his surprise, she thought back. Her signal was stronger than SunFlower and Aeron's combined. 'Who's there?' she whispered. He stumbled back and tripped over her play-station.
'Farley? Is that you? What did you do to Aeron!?,' but she didn't call him 'Aeron'. To her, Aeron was a feeling, a color, a temperature, a climate. He could never be just a word.
Stunned for a moment, he didn't answer.. then, it all came rushing to the surface. 'What did I do to him!? Me!? He's the one that tortures me! Forces sex on me! And I have no choice!'.. but of course, he didn't say that to her. He held it back. If anyone knew he didn't love Aeron and was mad enough to do something about it, it was her. He just smiled sweetly towards her. Like he didn't understand what she was saying. It was acts like this that made her think Farley was mentally handy-capped.
'He can hear every thought you say, you know! I don't know why he puts up with you!'
Farley mock-frowned at her, like he was truly hurt. It did hurt, but not as much as most of his life did. 'what do you mean?' he played innocent.
'you're pathetic. Even as he makes love to you, all you have to say is how disgusting it is! You're supposed to cum in each other, Farley! They don't make condoms for you're people!'
Again, he played innocent. Shaking his head like he didn't know what a condom was.
'Don't you get it!? He's knows! He doesn't want you to know he knows, but he does! He thinks he can love you enough and suddenly, lol, you'll love him back! And you know what? I think you're the one that doesn't deserve a life-long love-slave!'
Farley's mouth dropped open. She was half asleep, possibly drunk and saying things she had obviously been told never to repeat. Farley was stunned. He couldn't think of a come-back. He was horror stuck. He stood there, not knowing wether to come clean or run for his life. She went on, fussing at him in her sleep, telling him Aeron's greatest power was knowing when someone was talking about him, even to them self. How he knows his life is a sham but doesn't want to face the truth, that his lover hates him. As she went on, the color drained from Farley's face. The warmth from his insides.
Feedback is appreciated. But be gentle, this is my first time.