[Sketch] War Stories
#6 of Story Sketches
A little story concept I worked out for my friend FA: reelee and some art we got together.
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"...and then I fucking gutted him! Bam, bam!" A knife jabbed outward twice, into empty air. "And he fell back, right, and he was all, 'No, please stop, I have children, I have a dog, I might have left the gas on!', and he's crying, and bleeding, and I think he pissed himself too. But he must have thought I was some fucking kitten. I'd seen this before, right? With those smugglers. So while he's crying and begging and all that shit, I look over, and he's sneaking one hand towards a throwing knife that fell during the fracas. That fucker!" The cat rocked back on the balls of his paws. "So I stomped down on his arm, like this" - a paw rose and slammed back into the floor - "and that sorted that."
He gave a sniff of satisfaction. "Fuck..." he said to himself, gaze still lost in memory, "I was fucking magnificent. I wish you could have seen me."
"I did see you," came a wry voice from behind him. "I was right there with you."
The charr waved a hand dismissively at the speaker. "No, you were tied up against the wall. Again. Because you never fucking learn that when a cute young deer approaches you in a tavern, it's always a trap. And I always have to rescue you."
"I knew it was a trap!" the voice blustered. "I was trying to get inside the fortress!" Then, in a lower mumble: "And he was really cute..." The voice coughed. "But that doesn't matter. You're not telling it right."
The charr turned to look at his companion. A stallion sat on the couch behind him, arms resting across the cushions. A variety of scrapes and bruises covered his face and body, with a particularly high concentration around his groin; all coated in salves and ointments. His cock lay soft along one leg, resting atop fulsome balls. The charr reached down with one hand to flop the semi-hard cock heavily to the stallion's other leg.
"Uh, like fuck I'm not? Do you see all this?" He gestured at the bandages wrapped all around his midsection. "I remember exactly how this happened. And all the rest."
"Nah, man." The stallion got to his feet, eyes flickering down momentarily to take in the charr's own crotch, where a hint of cock was sticking out of a massive sheath. "You're forgetting a bunch. Probably blood loss." The charr hissed at him playfully. "I'll tell you exactly how it went down." He raised two hands, as if to frame the scene.
"So. We were in bed, and I was fucking your sweet ass..."