Fuck Yuriy(1 Hour Writing Challenge)
An experimental poison gets accidentally unleashed on the spies who were supposed to use it...
I read a story a while back about two wedding invitation designers who didn't want to make invitations for same sex weddings; that inspired the latest Cheshcake Factroy story. Today I read a story about Russian spies that contained a lot of homo-sexual subtext. *Cracks knuckles* Challenge accepted, and for an added twist I did it in an hour. Keep that in mind when you critique it; otherwise, hope you enjoy!
"Fuck, Yuriy!"
Dimitri slammed the door of the hotel bathroom shut behind him before turning on the sink and splashing as much cold water as he could on himself in between frantic fits of coughing. It probably wouldn't help, but he didn't know what else to do after his stupid partner gassed them both with poison.
In Yuriy's defense, Dimitri WAS the one who dropped the glass vial in the first place. The Russian spy was curious about this supposedly new poison that had been developed for this assassination the two of them were supposed to carry out. It was supposed to be a simple glass vial with something untraceable and new; all they were supposed to do was uncork it and slip it inside the house of the... dissident? Former spy? Journalist? Didn't really matter; orders were orders.
The odd shape of the vial caused Dimitri to drop it, but on the carpeted steps of their hotel room it remained perfectly intact. Dimitri's short lived relief at that was crushed along with the vial when Yuriy came looking for him and crushed it under the heel of his boot accidently. Soon a strange white gas started to fill the room, sending both men running for cover. Dimitri wasn't even sure where Yuriy was now as they both ran frantically from the smoke filled room.
The coughing fit was starting to subside as Yuriy turned off the water. He took a few slow, steady breaths as he tried to calm his racing heart. Maybe the vial was a dud? Not a good sign for the scientists who developed it, but a lucky break for him at least. Drying his hands off and his goatee on the nearby towel, the dark haired, brown eyed man slowly made his way out of the bathroom.
"Damn it, Yuriy!" Dimitri called out after his partner, in English to maintain their cover of course(and no, not because the writer is trying to do this within an hour's time and doesn't have time to look up Russian words, shut up), as he looked around the hotel room. "You almost got us both killed!"
The living area of their hotel room showed no signs of his partner, so he checked the bedroom next. No sign of him there; did he run outside? That idiot! If there cover hadn't been blown already, it certainly was now if he ran to a hospital!
"FUCK! YURIY, YO-" Dimitri had begun to feel warm, though he thought it was just his anger at his partner's incompetence. No, he quickly realized, that wasn't it; he was burning up. The cold English weather should have made him feel right at home, but right now he was sweating up a storm. Dimitri held a hand to his head as it started to swim.
"Fuck... Yuriy, h-hel..." Dimitri's angry cry turned into a pleading one as his knees buckled, sending him crashing to the floor. He felt like he was burning up, and everything felt so tight. His chest, his arms, even his shoes felt like they were throttling him as tried and failed to get back to his feet. It was all he could do to lay on the ground on his hands and knees and try to keep from passing out.
Dimitri felt his breaths coming in short bursts, almost like he was panting in a vain attempt to cool himself. The heat must have been making him delusional; it felt almost like the front of his face was melting. His tongue felt larger in his mouth, and his mouth felt like it was trying to escape out from his face. It looked like it might have even been pulling his nose along with it. Even with the increased size of his mouth, his tongue hung slightly out from it as he continued to pant.
The feeling of pins and needles all over his body tore Dimitri's attention away from his face, though the feeling was there as well. Every inch of his skin felt prickly and weird, like something was poking him all over. Weirdly, the feeling of pushing needles felt like it was coming from inside his own skin. Dimitri was sure he was hallucinating when he looked closely at his hand.
"Hair?..." Dimitri started closely at the black hairs that now covered his hands. They seemed thin and sporadic at first, but as more hairs joined together they became a thick coat of hair... no, not hair; fur. Mostly black as coal, but also some as white as snow. A stiffening feeling in his fingers bought his attention back down to his hands, the ends of each finger blowing up slightly and becoming more rounded. A cry of pain escaped him as the edge of each finger tip suddenly split open, though instead of blood a thin white claw slid out from inside each crack.
The thought that his hand looked more like a paw now had barely entered Dimitri's mind when a sudden surge in his chest made him bolt upright onto his knees. The earlier pressure in his chest was only getting worse, and even through his winter jacket he could see it straining with... something. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it didn't necessarily feel bad either. In fact, as Dimitri's clumsy new hands fumbled at his jacket, it actually felt kind of good.
Unable to get his hands to work the zipper and with the jacket growing ever tighter, Dimitri's frustration intensified. With a canine-like snarl he gripped the collar of his coat, feeling the jacket starting to pinch even around his shoulders and biceps as they flexed. With another deep snarl he gripped and pulled at the collar of his winter coat, sweater and t-shirt all at once and simply tore the offending materials clear from his body. Dimitri was in good shape, but not that good that he should've been able to do that; at least, that's what he thought until he saw his upper body.
Keeping in shape was important for a spy, but Dimitri looked less like a spy and more like a pro bodybuilder as he flexed both his biceps. Sure, the fur covering every inch of him(white along his chest and belly and mostly black everywhere else) was weird, but he was incredibly buff now. His pecs felt like slabs of stone and jutted out several inches from his chest, while his abs that hadn't been there before felt as hard as stone under his fur. His biceps peaked like a mountain when he flexed, and his triceps were nothing to sneeze at either. Said arms were attached to a well rounded pair of shoulders that practically radiated power.
Dimitri felt his cock beginning to stir as he flexed and caressed his still growing body. Being gay was heavily looked down upon in Russia, but at the moment Dimitri felt like the sexiest thing alive as he groped and flexed every inch of his body. The emergence of a canine like tail from the base of his back made his pants and underwear tear, which allowed his cock to slide out into view. It looked a bit more pointed that before, and he was pretty sure it wasn't so rounded at the base, but it felt absolutely amazing when he wrapped his paw around it and began to stroke.
Dimitri's previous panting picked up in pace as he continued to jack himself off, not really feeling the rest of his pants tearing away and revealing more muscular, furry limbs. He didn't care as his stretching mouth started to solidify into a canine-like muzzle, or how his human ears started to shift and slide, becoming more rounded as they moved atop his head. He didn't care he was a jacked, anthropomorphic Siberian Husky. All that mattered were the feeling of fullness in his balls, and how big his cock was getting as he continued to stroke.
It didn't take too long for Dimitri to push himself over the edge, his ten inch cock throbbing and pulsing before shooting a massive load of cum across the room. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he reveled in the pure bliss of orgasmic pleasure, loving every moment of this despite(or maybe because of?) how weird it all was. Little yips of pleasure escaped him as his tail wagged furiously as he coated the carpet with his canine spunk. And to think; he was supposed to use this on someone else as a punishment?!
Dimitri's orgasm started to slow, but his cock still remained rock hard. His head finally started to clear as he came back to his sense, shaking his head and snorting slightly. As he took slow, steady breathes through his nose to try and calm himself, his newly sensitive nose was picking up another scent like his own. The trail started from the room and went outside the hotel, and his sharp canine hearing could hear the sounds of surprised cries and screams coming from one of the floors below. With that, Dimitri rose up on his hind paw legs, gripping his firm butt and feeling his tail hitting against his arms as he decided on what his new mission was.
Fuck Yuriy.