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Wiener's Fate

-a grrside story-

You were on a date with Wilson Fayt who was a dork, the kind of dork whose existence you'd usually ignore. But the moment you learned he was gay your perception of him changed. After all, both of you were young and homosexual in a small town full of bigoted old people.

Yes, he wore those ridiculous round glasses and his fashion sense wasn't any better, always dressing too formally with a suit and let's not even mention that dreadful bowtie. He was a nerd with fixated interests, you'd only been in the park with him for five minutes but it already felt like he'd been talking about airplanes for an eternity. But damn it, you both were desperate to experiment for the first time.

You were getting quite anxious in the bench both of you were sitting on. “Look, Wilson, all those things you know about airplanes are great and all, but shouldn't we just… you know, get started?" You asked him. So suave.

Wilson blushed and laughed in that particular dorky way of his.

“Wow, you're racing right to the point. I like that!" Wilson then grinned perversely. “I gotta warn you…When my body gets ready for 'liftoff' I can be very rough!"

Coming from him, you doubted that very much. Every single word Wilson spat through his mouth made you feel less and less insecure about this date.

“Hehehe, I know just the place where we can have some serious fun…" Wilson said, his tongue licking his lips with lust.

***

Meanwhile in a very far away place that neither Wilson or you had ever heard of and most certainly never will, an old cleaning lady was sweeping the dust in a room full of glowing spheres while whistling the happiest tune.

Interestingly enough, this lady wasn't actually human. She was a being from a far away dimension that had lived for millennia and her knowledge exceeded that of every human being in existence combined.

But even smart people commit mistakes. Distracted by her own happy tune the opposite end of the cleaning lady's broomstick hit one of the glowing spheres and it fell off from its socket on the wall.

“Oh, goodness!" The lady exclaimed when she heard the sphere impact against the floor. Fearing this would be the end of her job, she picked up the sphere in a panic and quickly wiped the dust away from it. On a side of the transparent sphere, the words 'Wilson Fayt' were embedded.

These spheres were really important, because apparently each one was linked to a soul from a lesser dimension, but the cleaning lady had no idea to know for certain. The only thing that was for sure was that each of these glowing thingies were supposed to go in a socket, or else they'd wither and die.

So the cleaning lady raced to plug the sphere in the first empty socket she saw. The sphere locked into the socket with a clicking sound.

“There, good as new." The lady said satisfied with herself and promptly resumed her happy tune.

What the cleaning lady wasn't aware of was that each socket was different, each feeding their soul with a different material form. If she had bothered to put on her reading glasses that morning, she would have noticed that each socket had a tiny paper tag glued to it. The socket the sphere had originally fallen from read 'human'.

It was currently vacant.

The socket that was now responsible for the material existence of Wilson Fayt, however, read something else entirely…

'Sausage'

***

“…The park restrooms! They're so grimy and dirty nobody will disturb us." Wilson finished.

It didn't sound very romantic, but whatever. You were about to tell Wilson to lead the way, but when you turned your head the nerd wasn't nowhere to be seen.

“Uh?" You were sure Wilson had been next to you one split second ago. Where did he go? You looked around the park but only saw a few kids heading towards an ice cream stall.

“Are you ok? You look pale." You heard Wilson's voice right next to you. You just then realized Wilson hadn't even stood up from the bench. He had been right there next to you all along. You frotted your eyes, feeling dazed.

“No, I'm fine. I just felt a bit light-headed for a second…" You said. Wilson looked at you quizzically through his glasses… Weird, wasn't there supposed to be something behind Wilson's glasses? Maybe you aren't really feeling well.

“It's almost lunch time, so maybe you're just hungry. Did you have proper breakfast?" Wilson kept asking you. For some reason you couldn't properly read the expression on his face.

“No, seriously, I'm fine!" You were always very modest when people worried about you.

“Do you want a sandwich?… No, that isn't nutritious enough… Oh! I remember seeing a hot dog stand on the entrance. And don't worry, the hot dog is on me!" The nerd claimed and immediately jumped off the bench. “C'mon, follow me! Walking will make you feel better!"

You stood up and followed Wilson, who hopped rapidly right in front of your sneakers, leading the way.

Wait, something's definitely wrong here. Wilson looked way shorter than when you met up with him this morning. You didn't have to look down at him before!

“Just curious, how tall are you?" You asked, trying your best to act casual.

“Hum?" Wilson seemed bewildered by the sudden question. “Oh, almost six inches, why do you ask?"

“No reason, really."

Six inches. Yeah, it made sense for Wilson. Still, wasn't it too short for a person?

“My mother's always been proud of how tall I am. I went through an astronomical growth spurt when I was eleven!" Wilson claimed proudly.

“Yeah… Sure…"

Eventually you arrived at the hot dog stand. You thought Wilson was exaggerating about your hunger, but damn, didn't they smell good.

“One hot dog for this fine young lad!" Ordered Wilson. “Make sure the sausage is well made and don't be shy with the mustard!"

The man in charge of the hot dog stand laughed. “That's something brave for something like you to say! Whatcha' say you jump in here and I'll serve you on the house?"

You had no idea what the man was trying to imply, but Wilson seemed to be unoffended by the comment. “I'm used to the teasing." He told you. “Oh, can you take out the bill from my pocket? You know I can't do that."

“Sure." You complied. You picked up a rolled-up bill from the pocket of Wilson's miniature pants and handed it to the man frying the sausages.

You then realized something. “Wait, why was it that you couldn't pick stuff from your own pockets again?"

Wilson's answer was simple. “Because I have no limbs, duh."

“Oh, right. Silly me."

In less than a minute your hot dog was ready. The man also handed you a few napkins so your hands wouldn't get all oily afterwards. Maybe Wilson was right and you were hungry after all, because after the first bite it was hard for you to stop. Wilson looked at you thoughtfully as you ate.

“What's wrong?" You asked him.

“Oh, you know, the obvious. Whenever I see someone enjoying a hot dog I kind of wonder how'd it feel for the one inside the buns…"

Yeah that's right. Because Wilson was a sausage as well.

Wait, WHAT?!

Since when has Wilson been a sausage?! And how was he able to move and talk?! And what about him wearing a doll's suit and glasses?! He doesn't even have eyes anymore!

Then you remembered about the hot dog you were eating.

“Ahhh!" You yelled and dropped it into the ground.

“Hey! What are you doing?" Wilson said undignified at seeing his half-eaten comrade becoming insect food.

“Sorry… It's just…"

It was just what? That you had forgotten about the fact that he was a sentient sausage? Your mind was very conflicted. On one hand, Wilson had always been a sausage, on the other, that was utterly impossible.

“I already told you I'm not easily offended… Hell, to be honest one of my fantasies is to be served as airplane food to some busy businessman."

“But you'd die!"

“Yeah, but it's the only way I'd achieve my dream of working in an airplane! I can't be a pilot without limbs!"

“Of course you can! If you study hard and apply for it, maybe they can give you some sort of device to control a plane by… I don't know, wagging your body or maybe with your voice!"

Suddenly Wilson got real quiet. “Wait, are you for real? You think I can be the world's first sausage pilot?"

“Uh…Sure…!" You had no idea how the conversation had ended up like this.

“…Damn! That's real fucking awesome! I never thought about it that way!" Slowly but surely Wilson's body became all rigid.

“What's happening to you?"

“I'm… becoming hard…" Wilson admitted, blushing.

“For real?!"

“I'm just too damn excited! I've never known anyone who would think so highly of me…! Dang, I would kiss you, but as a sausage I'm more inclined to let you play with me anyway you want!"

“But, here, right in the middle of the park?!"

“We can go to the restrooms or whatever, just… Damn…! Just my lower tip touching on the ground is already arousing me! Please, do something!"

Wait, this was escalating quickly. Were you really going to lose your virginity to a very horny talking sausage…?

Well, why not? Wilson may be a sausage not unlike those packs of seven identical frozen wieners you mother always bought at the supermarket (and the hot dog buns came in six-packs! What was up with that anyway?) but this pink cylinder wearing a miniature suit, bowtie and glasses was still Wilson!

“Sure-"

The words hadn't completely escaped your mouth when Wilson jumped straight at you. Holy shit, this sausage sure has a more muscular lower half than it looks! You were surprised with Wilson's sudden advances so you tried to shake him away from your clothes as if you were being attacked by a squirrel.

Except that Wilson didn't have fur. He was pink and featureless, but his oily skin was getting your clothes dirty anyway, so you yelled at him.

“Wilson, stop!"

Wilson didn't care, he dived under your shirt and forced his way through your chest (eww, he was cold and sticky) until his small pink upper tip (the one that wore glasses, apart from that it was identical to the one that wore pants) stuck out from your collar.

“Sorry, I'm damn horny. You'd better hide somewhere if you don't want everyone to see you being fucked live."

“You're being too rough, besides, I'm a top and-"

Wilson's featureless head dived under your shirt again and the next thing you knew he was inching like a worm towards your virgin buttocks.

“Holy crap!"

The sausage wouldn't listen to reason. It was too late now. Under your clothes the pink worm oogled the hairy forest that was your ass with the clear intention of assaulting it.

You ran and ran, making sure nobody would notice the strange bulge moving on your shirt, and hid out in the park's restrooms.

Thankfully the men's restroom was completely devoid of any people-

A hairy beggar snored away in the corner.

Thankfully the men's restroom was completely devoid of any decent people, so you locked yourself inside one of the stalls and got ready for the worst.

Wilson was rubbing his cylindrical body against your buttocks, clearly teasing you.

“So these are the buttocks that my manly seed will have to honor to deflower first… They are beautiful!"

Could Wilson even cum in this form? Nevertheless you could feel the sausage becoming harder by the second.

The sausage shook his lower tip in order to remove his pants and underwear which he threw away through the waistband of your own human pants. Wilson looked with pride at his exposed tip, a pink fleshy tip with a small 'X' ready to pierce the hairiest of assholes.

Wilson kept silence, you were about to ask him what was wrong when you felt something very cold and rubbery enter your rectum.

“YES! LIFTOFF IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE!" Wilson yelled, unintentionally waking the homeless beggar up.

Being fucked by Wilson was… weird. Not entirely disappointing, but a rubbery and squishy sausage is not as hard as an actual cock, although it wasn't like you had any experience to compare it to.

Wilson's upper half swayed to side to side with excitement, while his lower half didn't put much force in its trusts. All in all Wilson was like a fish that had gotten out of the water and was now blindly trying to return to the sea.

But of course you didn't want to make Wilson feel bad, so you moaned like it was the best experience of your life.

Wilson was in ecstasy. “I'M GONNA CUM!!!"

And Wilson came. However not a single drop of semen came out from him because he was a sausage. What you felt though was Wilson's body contracting for a few seconds and then… Wilson's body deflated and fell out from your butt and through your pant leg towards the dirty floor.

There wasn't anything wrong with Wilson shrinking after a good orgasm, but you didn't know that, so the first thing you did was to pick Wilson up to ask him what was happening to him.

However, the sausage was even more rubbery and oily than you expected, and the moment you grabbed Wilson he slipped out from your grasp and the shrunk sausage fell right into the toilet.

“No! Wilson!" You cried out at the fallen sausage, its tiny glasses had broken in the fall. You saw bubbles coming out from the toilet water… Was he asphyxiating? You tried to fish him out by grabbing him from the remaining upper half of his suit but it slipped out off him and now the bare naked sausage floated in the toilet water like a pink turd.

You tried to fish him out again, this time from the middle part, and succeeded.

“Wilson! Wilson! Are you alright?"

The sausage didn't respond. Maybe it had swallowed too much water?

You burst out from the stall in a hurry.

“Quick! Call an ambulance, this sausage needs medical attention!" You told the beggar. The homeless person just looked at you like you were nuts.

“Shit! I'm serious! This is bad!" You laid Wilson flat on the floor. You put your ear on his body but didn't hear any breathing. You promptly pressed your finger on his middle part but it was no good, you didn't know how to resuscitate a person, much less a sausage.

You remembered all the movies you saw when they made CPR to an unconscious person… You looked at Wilson… He was just a naked featureless sausage! What were you supposed to do?!

You took a deep breath, and engulfed in your mouth Wilson's tip. Your tongue made contact with Wilson's sensitive x-shaped mark on his tip, and Wilson's body jerked back to life.

“Wilson! You're alive!" You said with pure joy.

“Where are my glasses?" The sausage looked down at itself. “…Why am I naked?!"

As you celebrated, the beggar looked down at his empty bottle of cheap wine. “I'm not ever drinking this crap again…"

“You fell into the toilet and they got wet, but it's ok, I have some spare doll clothes at home that I can lend to you." You explained to Wilson.

It was certainly different from what you had imagined, but your date with Wilson had been a total success. You'd definitely hang out with him some other time, and who knows, maybe you end up becoming a couple. You still wondered why you had some faint memories of him as a human being, but it was probably something completely outside your control.

“That doesn't explain why you applied CPR to the tip of my dick, you doofus."