A Special Breed
Preface: OK I'll warn you now; this short piece was inspired by Ronald Dahl. Not Charlie and the motherfucking Chocolate Factory, I mean his later work like Skin and those creepy stories he wrote for older people. This is a darker work of fiction that I don't usually do but sometimes these things slip out. Warning out, let's begin.
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A Special Breed
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Jessica hummed to herself as she danced around the house. It was barely 8:30 A.M. but she was already up and about cleaning madly. A joyous smile spread across her face as she labored diligently.
Tonight was the night. Tonight marked 5 years she and Bob had been married and the wolf wanted everything to be perfect for her lupine husband. She dusted the stairs with a twirl and hopped into the kitchen.
She scoured the stove top and scrubbed the pots and pans. He paws ached and blistered from the hot water but she carried on fiercely.
Her focus narrowed to the task at hand and she tripped over Bob's suitcase as she scampered out of the room.
Normally she never would have touched it. Bob had told her most of his work was confidential, nothing against her but he was legally bound to secrecy. She immediately chilled in fear. Papers had scattered as the case had clicked open when she fell over it. And a small curious disk had appeared from it.
She quickly scooped up the papers and slipped them back in. The disk she held however; on it was written: Marcus num 19. She furrowed her brow. Marcus was the guy who worked as Bob's secretary. Why was he on a DVD in her husband's work case?
Unwisely her curiosity got the better of her. Silent as a mouse she slipped over to the living room and popped the DVD into the player. She sat shaking as the contents began.
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Bob smiled into the camera.
"Filming, stud. Get the sweet orca ass over here."
Marcus walked into view. Clad in only a bright blue thong, his package straining against the silk. Bob knelt down, still in his tie, work shirt, and dark pants, and nuzzle the orca's balls. Marcus gasped quietly as the warm wolf tongue slithered over his junk and a mischievous paw work its way up his thigh.
With a quick flick Bob ripped the thong off Marcus and the hard orca hood slapped across his muzzle, leaving a smear of pre. Bob laughed gently as he opened wide and swallowed the pink flesh. Marcus leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes as Bob ran his jaws up and down over the organ.
Bob's own pants became tented as his happy erection pressed its way out but the wolf ignored it for now. He bobbed his head, each time he deep throated the orca, the sea mammal gave another moan.
The wolf lifted his head so the camera could see the orca hood clearly. "Fuck, you taste yummy Marky, better than my wife."
"Mmm, run away from her Bob, let's elope!"
"Fuckkkk, yeah. Divorce that bitch."
Bobs long ruby tongue crawled up the hard orca's shaft and a shiny dribble of pre cum ran down onto the waiting muscle below.
Bob opened wide again and took the entire orca hood into his mouth. Marcus growled a little and choked out a reply. "Bob, Bob! Shit, I'm gonna cum!"
Marcus groaned deep and Bob pulled the length out of his jaws as it fired. Sticky white ropes of seed splashed across his face and muzzle.
Marcus grinned as he got down on his knees and began licking his own spunk of his boss's face. Bob murred as the wet orca tongue ran across his face and into his mouth. He sucked the sea mammal's tongue hard as he pushed him to the floor.
To save time Bob ripped his shirt off. Muscled chest bursting forth as the buttons gave way. He looked a little silly, with a tie and tented pants but Marcus only grinned and lifted his hips.
Bob unzipped slowly and his girthy penis flopped out. He gripped it in one paw and aimed the drooling member straight at the willing orca's hole. Marcus braced himself for impact as Bob hilted himself with one thrust.
Marcus gave a high pitched squeal as he was opened so abruptly but gave way to panting as Bob slid out then back in, his heavy wolf sac slapping the orca's black and white rump.
The sounds of squelching and moaning filled the room as warm fur musk seeped in the walls. Bob drew himself out until only the head of his cock was inside Marcus before drilling his organ back in.
The orca was hard again, his engorged phallus swung lightly as his body convulsed with the pleasurably pounding. "Fuck me Bob."
Bob murred back.
"Fuck me... f-fuck me.. FUCK ME BOB FUCK ME!"
Now the orca was screaming in orgasmic headiness as the wolf mated him. Marcus gave a deep shuddering gasp as his balls emptied themselves a second time over his chest. Translucent fluid slid down his rubbery skin as Bob licked the cream of his secretary's nipples.
The wolf felt his balls draw up to his body as the orca's hole clamped down in orgasm. He growled and forced himself in one more time, his knot squelching in loudly. "AROOOOOOOO*"
Bob gave a howl like his ancestors as waves of warm seed bubbled into Marcus's ass. The hot gel swelled the orca's rectum but the red wolf knot plugged Marcus up soundly. The secretary leaned back on the floor and closed his eyes. His ass felt hot and full and Bob's tongue tickled as it licked the remnants of orca spooge off the sea mammal's pectorals.
"Mmm, you're a rare kind of orca Marcus."
"Really hun?"
"Fuck yeah, a special breed."
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Jessica sat still, her face hot and bone white. She ejected the disk, replaced it in her husband's suit case and resumed her work. She sang her favorite tunes from U2 as she vacuumed, wishing she had Bono's voice, and got out the Windex to clean the windows.
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Marcus walked into the driveway of Bob's house; he could take the bus everywhere so he never bothered to buy a car. Bob's wife, Jessica, had called him and asked him to come move some furniture. It was their anniversary tonight and the female wolf needed a table moved so she could finish cleaning the house.
As he rang the doorbell the cheery housewife welcomed him in.
"Sorry about the mess Marcus. It's just I wanted this to be perfect for Bob."
"No problems, I understand." As the orca passed the kitchen he caught the smell of salmon.
"You cooking fish?"
"What? Oh yes, I got some salmon steaks for a good price. Look how big they are."
Marcus stepped into the kitchen. On a cutting board were three large salmon steaks, pinkish orange and looking reading for broiling. "Looks goo-
Jessica brought the cast iron skillet down on Marcus's head as hard as she could. The metal broke in her hands as the orca collapsed.
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Bob whistled a slow ditty as he fumbled for his keys and unlocked his front door. Jessica had called him to say she got fish for dinner. Salmon, Bob's favorite, just for their special day.
AS he walked into his home he was greeted by a sight of immaculate cleanliness and the mouth watering smell of cooking fish. Jessica was in the kitchen preparing a plate for her husband as Bob sat down at the table.
The male's paws ached after a long day of work, writing and calculating and his head ached with all the mental math he had to do.
Jessica poured her mate a glass of champagne and set a steaming plate before Bob. The male tore in hungrily. Jessica had out done herself this time. She was a natural cook but this was probably the best salmon Bob ever had. He polished off two plates before leaning back in his chair.
"Exquisite as always dear."
"Glad you liked in Bob."
The wolf at the table licked his paws and straightened his tie. "Glad you got those steaks. What kind were they, just curious, love."
Jessica smiled and batted her paw at him. "Oh you know, a special breed."